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I think i’m Jake andddd Charles🤔 wbu?

#amy santiago #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #peraltiago #terry jeffords #captain holt #follow me #b99 meme #b nine nine #i love you ❤️#nbc #peraltiago fic #andre braugher #andy samberg #melissa fumero #joe lo truglio #stephanie beatriz #gina linetti

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I NEED TO SEE AMY SANTIAGO DRESSED LIKE THIS IN SEASON 7

#peraltiago #brooklyn 99 #amy santiago #season 7 #captain holt #hitchcock and scully #jake peralta #terry jeffords #joe lo truglio #b nine nine #b99 fic #incorrect b99 quotes #b99 meme #follow me #i love you ❤️

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Thank You NBC ❤️

we weren’t even supposed to get a season 6. now look at us SEASON 8!!! everyone say thank you nbc

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i don’t know what i did right but my friends just bought me a B99 blanket😢

#amy santiago #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #peraltiago #charles boyle #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #b99 #captain holt #hitchcock

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sixdrinkkamy · 5 years

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if you’re ever feeling down in the dumps just remember, you exist at the same time as brooklyn nine nine ❤️

#amy santiago #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #peraltiago #charles boyle #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #b99 #captain holt #hitchcock

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i’m sure y’all can relate (follow me on twitter)

#amy santiago #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #peraltiago #charles boyle #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #b99 #captain holt #hitchcock #raymond holt #hope you like it!!#follow me #😁#i love you ❤️

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I first read this fic on AO3 months ago and i’ve been looking for it ever since, it’s so good❤️❤️

Prompt: Jake has an asthma attack at work and Amy takes care of him/sits with him in the break room until he feels better :)

Amy’s in the the middle of working out her patrol officer weekly schedule when she hears her phone vibrate on her desk. Normally she’d check it quickly before continuing, but she’s kinda on a role right now. She just needs to figure out two more officer placements and then she can take her lunch. So while her eyes flicker to her phone, her phone stays in its place.

Her eyes return to her computer screen, and she’s just about to type her next officer’s name when her phone buzzes again. And again.

It’s probably just Jake sending a string of Bitmojis — he’s gotten way too into them recently — but even still, she should probably just respond now. If she lets him know she’ll be done in fifteen minutes he’ll stop and let her focus.

Amy grabs her phone and clicks the screen. She was right, it is Jake’s name that flashes across the screen. But rather than a cartoon of the two of them dressed as avocados, he’s sent a string of texts.

12:24pmu know where my inhaler is? I can’t find it.

12:27pmbabe?? I kinda need it.

12:28pmattack in evdnce rm

As she’s reading another text comes in.

12:28pmcan u come?

Amy types up a quick response before launching out of her chair. She pockets her phone as she rushes to the stairs, not wanting to waste any time waiting for their slow-ass elevator. Her heart is racing, her brain barely registering anything except Jake and the fact that he currently can’t breathe.

Most of the time his asthma is just something they joke about, a random tidbit of Jake trivia they never really need to worry about. Until they do.

He’s had a few attacks since they started dating, including one about a year into their relationship where he passed out and Amy’d had to call an ambulance. And while she’s learned how to help him more effectively through his attacks and made a binder full of research on the subject, they still scare the crap out of her.

Which is why she is currently flying up the stairs to the fourth floor, praying she gets to him in time. The last thing they need is to ring in their first month of married life with a hospital visit.

As soon as she reaches the bullpen she makes a beeline for Jake’s desk, rummaging through the candy wrappers and toy patrol cars until she finds the familiar red inhaler. It was in the very back of his drawer, hiding behind a old pack of gushers.

“What are you doing up here? And where’s Jake? We need to go over the— ”

Amy looks up to see Rosa standing over her with her arms crossed. She looks pissed. Amy merely holds up the inhaler in response.

“Oh.” Rosa’s gaze softens before giving Amy a slight nod. “Let me know if you guys need anything.”

“Thanks, I will,” Amy says appreciatively before dashing off to the evidence room. Even from down the hall she can faintly hear him wheezing. Her grip on the inhaler tightens, turning her fingers white.

She squeezes her eyes shut for a split second, mentally preparing herself before opening the door.

“Hello?”

He’s sitting up against the far row of boxes, his face drained of any color as he continues to sputter and cough and gasp, doing anything and everything he can to get air into his constricting lungs. Beads of sweat have formed on his brow, and his eyes are filled with fear.

“Oh Jake…”

Amy rushes to him, uncapping the inhaler and shaking it before sitting in front of him.

“Can you hold it?”

He shakes his head no. That’s what she thought. Even from her spot a few feet away Amy can see his hands are shaking.

“That’s fine. Just open your mouth for me, okay babe?”

Jake does as he’s told, opening up so Amy can place the mouthpiece in between his lips. Amy keeps one hand on the inhaler while the other holds the back of his neck, steadying him.

“Inhale on three. Then hold for ten. Ready?” Jake grips her thigh before giving her a tiny nod. Amy smiles softly, hoping to give him even an ounce of comfort. “Here we go. 1, 2, 3.”

She presses the canister, releasing the medicine into his lungs before pulling back. Her right hand moves to his heart while her left remains on his neck, gently playing with his hair the way he likes.

Jake’s lips are pursed, his chest heaving as he tries to keep from coughing out the medicine.

“1, 2, 3, 4 — Good job, baby, you’re doing so well — 8, 9, 10. Exhale,” Amy instructs.

Jake lets out a shaky breath which turns into another cough, albeit a much less scary one. Some color begins to return to his cheeks as he slowly starts to even out his breathing, his lungs actually retaining the air he breathes in now.

“One more time, okay Jake?” Amy says softly, wiping at his brow with her thumb. He nods and they repeat the process, Amy releasing the canister and gently encouraging Jake as he strains to keep from coughing.

As soon as the ten seconds are up and Jake exhales Amy can tell the worst is over. His chest is still heaving and he looks exhausted but the wheezing is gone and his coloring is back to normal.

Amy plants a kiss on his clammy forehead.

“Feeling better?” she murmurs.

“Yeah,” he pants. He slips his hand into hers. “Thanks, Ames. I dunno what happened. One minute I —“ He’s cut off by a cough.

“Shhhh. It’s no problem, I’m glad I came,” Amy replies softly. “Don’t try and talk, alright? You wanna lay down?”

Jake nods and shifts so he’s fully horizontal, his head resting in Amy’s lap as she continues running her free hand through his hair.

“I love you,” Jake mumbles, his eyes already half closed. Amy smiles softly as she leans down and kisses the tip of his nose.

“Love you too.”

#hope you like it!!#peraltiago fic #peraltiago #jake x amy #amy santiago #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #fan fiction

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