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letsperaltiago · 2 years

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we’ll sweet out the ashes in the morning | chapter 11 |

Even in the middle of New York's freezing month of February, a scandalous familiar fire is ignited within Jake and Amy when they run into each other after years apart. Luckily there's nothing wrong with being caught up in a fire that has to die out soon, right?

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Friend.noun. a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations.

Alas then, at least according to the very reliable-looking dictionary he’d looked up online, Amy Santiago was his person with whom he had a bond of mutual affection, very much one exclusive of sexual or family relations.

It was clear as day and very much written in stone, to an extent where it almost felt like a pact between the two, and yet Jake had spent most of the late summer struggling with settling down in this new role. Actually, when he thought about it, which he did a lot , the role wasn’t actually new but rather like being demoted to beat cop. He’d done it before and it was cool… but, now that he’d tried it, definitely not as cool as being a detective.

Friends. They’d been friends before. It was the foundation of their entire relationship and it had been great, one of his most treasured ones, though now that he’d tasted what came after friends… going back didn’t feel like the natural, evident outcome he’d wished for.

Contrary to him, or at least that’s how he saw it, Amy seemed very happy with everything. Well, it also did happen to be, at least to some extent, “on her terms” (she’d been the one to propose the friendship after all). So maybe he just needed to be more open-minded and come to terms with everything himself. In the end, being her friend shouldn’t be seen as a punishment; perhaps rather the most logical way for them to be in each other’s lives still.

And so he tried: he remained positive because a friend-Amy was better than no Amy at all, and by the time October’s autumn leaves hit the ground, he’d gotten more or less accustomed to the blooming friendship whose seed they’d planted that day on Charles’ couch.

He’d respect her boundaries nonetheless but now that she was with Teddy, she was that much more off-limits and he had no reason to overthink the things she said or did. Dual-ended as it seemed, the fact that Amy was dating someone else actually helped. In some weird and twisted way. If a spiraling train of thought snuck up on him, he’d practiced the art of putting it to bed, and ‘what ifs…’ and ‘maybe ifs…’ became rarer and rarer these days. Of course, it hadn’t been all smooth sailing right away, but after grabbing beers at Shaw’s with their mutual friends (the squad pretended to know nothing of their hookup and slipup), it seemed easier to sink back into their preceding friendship: Santiago and Peralta made reappearances and the familiarity of the dynamic helped a lot. It was suddenly easy to see why they were and had to remain friends.

The first ‘friendly hangout’ definitely relied on the presence of their friends sparking and pacing conversations right and left, across the booth table. One beer took the other and it took no more than the first for Jake and Amy to reconcile with their old liaison and way of being. Not wanting to engage in “further and unnecessary inebriation”, Holt left the gathering first, soon followed by Terry who had daddy duties waiting for him at home. This left the remaining quartet, Rosa, Charles, Jake, and Amy, to their own demise. Everything seemed like old times like nothing had ever changed, and here Jake dared to admit to himself that maybe , just maybe, everything could someday feel normal again. When he sat there across from Amy, laughing about cock-and-bull stories from the 99, it was as if he could fight the flashing memories.

Running into Amy during an icy cold New York-winter day and immediately feeling warmed by her presence. Talking, laughing, drinking beer, and taking shots as if they’d never been apart. Kissing Amy on top of the pool table. Showing up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, confessing his feelings as if his life had depended on it. Touching her naked skin and seeing every inch of her unravel before her.

Now suddenly, once again, he could take a step back and appreciate her presence for what it was. He loved having her around, no matter what label and social rules defined them.

“Oh my goodness, please let’s not talk about that…” Jake groaned, wincing at Amy’s mentioning of that time they worked their first case together, summer of 2009, and he’d foolishly underestimated the fierceness of his new partner.

“Yes, yes, I wanna talk about it!” Amy insisted, laughing, knowing he’d been, and still was to this day, very embarrassed about his own behavior. Rosa and Charles both sat in silence, smiling smugly. Rosa because she loved seeing Jake embarrassed; Charles because his dream couple seemed to be powering through their turbulent history.

“On our first stakeout together, Jake tried to book this really creepy druglord, Antonio Fenado, who’d put in circulation pounds of cocaine and harassed multiple women. Being that I was brand new at the 99, trying to be either gallant or cocky - to this day I still don’t know-”

“Gallant,” Jake chimed in an attempt to save face but from the glint in Amy’s eyes, he could tell she would spare no detail, and, at that moment, he felt a familiar rush prickling through his entire body. The prickling and tingling only attention from Amy could provoke. There was something about her teasing and taunting him, even if innocently, that could make his heart flutter and skin tingle like a school boy with a crush.

“Hmmm, yeah, no, the 2009-version of you was definitely being cocky and kind of a jerk to the new girl. You told me that it was safer for me to wait in the car and keep an eye out for shady activity while you confronted Fenado.”

“Damn, Jake, you really are a sexist idiot,” Rosa, obviously pleased with Jake’s embarrassment, joined the ongoing public humiliation.

“I am not!”

“Sounds like what a guilty person would say,” Rosa had found the right button to push and she loved it.

“I was trying to be considerate ,” the young man fumbled, desperately, as yes, his younger self definitely had lacked self-knowledge and reflections beyond the borders of his own little bubble of an action movie-universe. The more he thought about it and the older he got, it was easy to see. “... But I guess I was an idiot. I actually was being a sexist jerk and I’m sorry about that.” He smiled sheepishly.

“You were,” Amy smiled back, confident and content with his confession, finally her turn to badger her teaser of a friend. “But you’ve gotten better.”

To emphasize her point, without even thinking twice, she reached across the sticky booth table where his lower arm was resting and patted it. With the flinch of an eye, the skip of a heartbeat, Jake remembered what he’d spent the last couple of months repressing and forgetting. He plunged right back into the pool of memories, as if they’d never actually left his consciousness, and remembered just why being friends with Amy Santiago was ruining him even though he was pretending that it wasn’t.

On the outside, neither Rosa, Charles nor Amy could tell; on the inside, Jake’s heart was sucked into the deep and dark misery of the loveless underworld of his existence. There was so much vulnerability in realizing, feeling, just how easily, with the touch of her hand, she could drag him back in time. Back to a time, though short, when he reached the happiest point of his life in her arms. Now, like a hungry dog for a bone, he was back to yearning and pining.

In the meantime, Amy had retreated her hand because, of course, it meant nothing to her, and Jake was left feeling the cool and empty area where her cold skin had just rested on his. She’d always been cold - literally. Either he was going crazy or her hands were softer than normal. He had totally faded out of the ongoing conversation and by the time he zoned back in, his friends were laughing about something else. He played it off with a chuckle, only sounding half as awkward as he was feeling.

Geez, he really had to snap out of it. At least try to. The alternative would be making Amy feel weird and possibly compromising their relationship - again.

A few hours and a couple of beers later, even though he’d initially wanted to flee when Rosa did, Jake was the last person to stay in Amy’s company. It wasn’t that he wanted to flee from Amy; it was more of a ‘I want to flee from these emotions that Amy is stirring within me’-type of situation. Yet, he couldn’t get himself to vacate the booth, even when Rosa eyed him warningly as she put on her leather jacket and announced her exit.

“I’m out. You staying?”

Amy looked at her beer, still half full, then back at her raven-haired friend.

“Oh, uhm, I’m gonna stay and finish my beer.”

“Jake?” In a discreet attempt to, hopefully, prompt her friend to make the right decision and leave with her, Rosa cocked her left eyebrow. Their eyes met but Jake’s gaze was quick to escape, switching to Amy, then again back to Rosa, as if he were watching a tennis game and struggling to pick a player to root for.

“I- eh.”

He should leave, he thought. He really should. It was far from his business to sip on beers with Amy Santiago on a random work night - especially when Rosa was basically throwing an earnest way out at him. However, would he even be Jake Peralta if he didn’t constantly have his foot in his mouth and head in the clouds? Well, no, so with his eyes flicked back to Amy, whose cheeks were now tinted with pink self-consciousness, he made up his mind. The amount of rational thought that was put into his decision was embarrassingly small but alas his heart spoke faster than his head these days.

“I’ll stick around with Amy - make sure she doesn’t embarrass herself or something Santiago-like.” He tried to save it with a joke, but only got Rosa’s eye roll in return.

“Whatever.” Rosa zipped her coat. “Be careful.”

It was supposed to sound like a general comment but Jake couldn’t ignore the warning gaze his friend sent his way as she turned to walk away from them. No doubt he got the memo. And so that was how they ended up alone. Together. Alone together. In a silence that weighed just a bit too heavily.

The air around them was charged with confusing emotions, and suddenly, Jake wondered if he should make a run for the door. Not because he didn’t want to hang out with her - he really, genuinely enjoyed her company - but because, perhaps, he couldn’t handle a tête-à-tête with her just yet. Shit, he really wasn’t over her, was he?

Luckily, he wasn’t left alone with that thought for too long. The sound of Amy clearing her throat came off as louder than anything he’d ever heard before, and if his attention hadn’t already been directed at her then now it for sure was purely and utterly undivided.

“Thanks for staying.”

Amy broke the silence first, beating him to it, and taking into consideration Rosa’s departure’s toll on the ambiance, she suddenly seemed very unaffected and content with his stubborn decision to stay and friendly presence. Her eyes were lightly tired-looking, probably from the straining combination of an eight-hour shift and three beers-combo, but still, she looked at him with warmth and sympathetic air that reminded him of exactly why he’d always fight to keep her in his life; whether that be as friends, enemies or lovers. Whatever title worked the best for them, he could deal with.

“Of course,” fell from his lips with ease, whereas on the inside, he could feel the trembling caused by his heart and brain, head to head, in a fight about the woman sitting next to him. “No need to thank me.”

“I know…” she smiled weakly, fiddling with the red etiquette on her beer bottle that was half soaked from the condensation on the bottle.

It wasn’t awkward, per se, however, there was definitely something mismatched. Something seemed off, even though they’d been completely fine and hitting it off all night so far. It was hinting towards the fact that barricades went up as soon the last third party and buffer between them had left the group. Now that he was looking at her again, he started to realize that maybe the reason why he felt a certain distance between them was that he wasn’t being honest with her.

Could they be friends, the true and genuine kind they used to be back in the days if he didn’t tell her how he truly felt? Or, if he were to unveil his internal battle between his heart and mind, was he then just being selfish? Their relationship had already gone through so much… could it bear another challenge?

“Jake?”

Guess he never got the time to find an answer to his own question. Snapping out of his storm of thoughts, he was confronted by a confused-looking Amy.

He smiled, tilting his beer to clink with hers. “That’s what friends are for.”

To his own surprise, he said the f-word without flinching, and, maybe someday, he could fully commit to their title and not just the idea. For now, he could have feelings for her and still be her friend, right? At least her smile had him wishing for success. Whatever would keep that sunshine-like smile in his life.

“You’re right.” She nodded before prompting them to share a sip in silence, and like the cold, golden liquid slid down their throats, the flux of worries and tension between them slid away and off to a forgotten - or at least repressed - part of their narrative.

“As long as we don’t have to talk. Just drink,” he joked.

Amy recognized a very specific teasing glint in his eyes, one she’d only ever seen in his eyes, and it took her back. She could never put an exact number on the tally of times he’d hit her with lame jokes and comments, paired with those same mischievous eyes, to which she always reacted with a shake of the head and roll of the eyes. This time was no exception.

“Oh, yeah, totally. No way I’m talking to you. We’re drinking in silence. I’m just letting you stick around, so I don’t have to ride the bus alone.”

Two could play that game.

“You’ve been spending way too much time with Rosa. Also, no way I was going to let you ride the bus alone, like ever.”

She had meant it as a joke, at least she thought so, but the tingling in her toes and fluttering of her heart upon his caring comment seemed to call her bluff. No. It couldn’t be. She was with Teddy and very content with that. There was no way what she was feeling was more than harmless platonic feelings lost in a sea of a complicated history. It was surely normal that her body felt confused at times. Especially after a couple of drinks and a long day at work.

“I’m a grown woman, Jake. And a cop. I can take the bus by myself.” She grinned, shaking her head in disbelief of his generosity.

“Brooklyn murderers don’t care about that.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes once more.

“Don’t scoff at me, Santiago!” He acted offended, poking her in the side with his index finger. Her body immediately curved away from his advance, giggling in amusement and fear of what could potentially come next. If she remembered correctly, he knew just how ticklish she was. “I’m just trying to protect you from murderers!”

When the opportunity to give Jake Peralta a taste of his own jokester-medicine knocks Amy Santiago always opens the door.

“Oh, just like you protected me from Antonio Fenado back in 2009?”

As if she’d stolen his staple of a mischievous grin and applied it to her own face, Jake’s face instantly sinks into a cold deadpan and for just a second she actually panics - had she gone too far?

“Wow, Ames. Way to tell me that I’m still a sexist jerk,” he pouted, crossing his arms and it was clear as day that she had once again enrolled them in another playful skit. Of course, he couldn’t contain himself and had to get in on the play.

“I do what I can to keep you humble,” she grinned over the edge of her beer which she was about to take another sip of it, and, she could’ve sworn, Jake did a double take when she batted her eyelashes and placed her lips on the cold glass. Either that or she was being completely irrational, delusional, and, more importantly, inappropriate.

Ever since they came to the agreement of being friends, Jake had done nothing but respect her boundaries and wishes. Awkwardness, longing glances, and unfortunately honest signs of affection had entailed but day by day the cracks of their past seemed smaller, less meaningful in the bigger picture, and now months later they were finally in a good place. Honestly, she could still tell there was some longing on his part, however, his friendship was so genuine she couldn’t bring herself to blame him. Balance seemed mostly restored between the two. Perhaps, she thought to herself as cold beer glid down her throat, this was them in their truest form and whatever she felt… that was okay. This was how their friendship worked and it was… great .

“Watch your tongue. I’ve got a secret weapon, you know?”

“Oh yeah?” she scoffed.

“Yeah, really,” he smiled smugly before taking a sip of his beer, white foam coating his cupid's bow when he finally put it back down on the wooden surface.

Usually, she’d reach out a wipe it away from him but now that small action seemed a bit too loud and loaded for what was now a very platonic and innocent affinity between the two. Maybe she was just overthinking? There wasn’t anything wrong with simply reaching out, wiping it off… She could feel her fingers tingle and her arm fight her thoughts.

“Jake.”

“I’m not letting you off the hook that easy, Sant-”

“Shut up. You have foam on your lip,” she interrupted him but with an apologetic and warm smile still present on her face.

“Oh,” he didn’t know what he’d expected her to say or do. The abruptness definitely caught him off guard and something about this blunt, no-bullshit Amy intrigued him. Ever since they’d agreed to be just friends, tonight definitely felt like the first time they were back to their true selves and it filled him with a paradoxical mix of joy and gloom. Joy caused by the fact that they hadn’t lost themselves in the drama of everything; gloom caused by the fact that it hit him that they were indeed nothing more but friends and Amy was truly over him.

On the inside, he was fighting what felt like the fight of his life, and on the outside, he uttered an “Oh, thanks” as his thumb swept over his lips.

“No problem, Pineapples.”

“You…” he sighed, smiling and trying to keep the gloomy feeling at bay. He was trying to come up with something funny, Jake-like to say but failed, trailing off with a “..are something else.”

“Thanks,” she smiled proudly, not noticing his lack of ability to come up with a comeback, and downed the last few slurps of beer. “I’m just gonna head to the bathroom. Be right back.”

“Want another beer?” he asked as she walked away.

“Sure! Thanks,” she spun on her heels to look at him, and Jake could only fight the urge to fall all over again at the sight of her long, silky ponytail floating along. “Unless you’re tired and wanna go?”

Tired of hanging with you? Never, he thought to himself. “Me? Tired? Don’t you know me at all?”

“Idiot. See you at the bar.” She smiled and turned away once more.

So he took it upon himself to hit the bar and order them another round of cold beers to keep them company. Pushing himself out of their booth, Amy’s phone lying on the table caught his eye. She must’ve forgotten, he thought, a grabbed it to bring with him to the bar. The phone automatically lit up under his touch and across an adorable picture of - what Jake assumed was - three of Amy’s nieces (unless she secretly had kids) was a text from Teddy.

He hadn’t meant to see it and knew he had no business doing so. However, now that he was face to face with another man asking Amy Santiago when she would be home, followed by a kissy face-emoji, Jake really had to fight to ignore the gloominess inside of him growing stronger all while the lines between platonic and romantic love became increasingly blurred.

Fuck. He really tried to remember that he had her, right where he wanted her the most, and he fucked it up. It was his fault entirely that she was now with Teddy, someone who probably treated her just right, while he was bitter on the sideline. There was no way he could ever hold anything against her nor ask anything of her. No matter how much it killed him he just had to… get over her. As simple and as complicated as that.

While his wandering thoughts, a full-on battle between the brain and the heart, had his spirit scuttled and thrown around as by a tornado, he headed to the bar and ordered another round of beers. There was no way he was allowing his partner to see the true colors of his mood and if he was lucky the alcohol would help.

“You know what?” he got the bartender’s attention. “On top of that, I’ll have a shot of Kamikaze.”

“Just one?”

Amy’s phone buzzed on the counter next to him and the screen lit up with another notification from Teddy.

“Make that two.”

By the time Amy made it back to the bar, Jake was waiting with two beers on the bar and two shots in his stomach. Seeing her walk his way, her annoying, still and always perfect ponytail flailing behind her to the rhythm of her steps, Jake realized shots and beers weren’t going to solve his issues. He definitely felt lightly more buzzed… but more reasonable? Not at all.

“You tired, Peralta?”

She placed herself on the stool on his right.

“No way,” he chuckled, sliding her phone over to her. “Here. You forgot it when you went to the bathroom.”

“Oh, thanks!” she smiled, quickly checking it. Jake already knew what awaited her and was ready to die just a tiny bit more inside when she had to leave for Teddy’s place. “Teddy’s been texting-”

“Hi - excuse me?”

An unrecognizable voice interrupted them to which they reacted by both turning on their stool. Before them stood a woman, tall, big blue eyes and with wavy blonde hair that had her look like a Disney princess. Both Jake and Amy tried to place her but in vain.

“Hi?” Jake smiled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting! I’m Olivia. I’m here with my friends and I just…” the blonde halted and bit her lip, nervous as if she was about to admit to murdering someone. “We’re leaving but I couldn’t just go without telling you that I think you look super cute, and…”

Out of the corner of her eye, Amy could see smiling amicably at the nervous newcomer. A tiny part of her hated it. The rest of her loved that he was always so approachable and spontaneous around new people.

“I was just wondering if, like,” the blonde threw a glance and a smile in Amy’s direction before refocusing on Jale, “you two were together or if I could maybe… have your number?”

If they’d had time to look at each other both Jake and Amy would’ve seen that the other looked just as puzzled as they did themselves. Instead, all they could do was look at Olivia. She was beautiful, very much so, Amy thought to herself while picking her nails. No one knew how to react. Luckily, Olivia beat them both to it.

“Oh my gosh, you guys are together, right? I should’ve known from the way you guys talked and looked at each other! I’m so-”

“Hey, don’t worry!” Jake interrupted, sensing that the newcomer was panicking. “We’re… not, like, together.” Saying the words out loud seemed to physically hurt. Especially when just being told that the two of them seemed to look so in love and couple-y.

“No no, you’re totally fine.” Amy chuckled nervously, and as she spoke she could feel Jake turning his head to look at her. She looked back and what happened just then was in more than one way very much inexplicable; they shared a look that was neither sad nor happy. It was as if they were both trying to tell the other something but neither could figure out what.

“Oh, thank God!” Olivia took a deep breath of air before chuckling herself. “So, if you don’t mind me asking again… could I have your number or you have mine, and maybe we can grab a beer someday?”

Too frazzled to take notice, Olivia didn’t notice the exchange of glances between the pair before her.

Amy smiled shyly and Jake returned the favor. It was like an unspoken way of coming to terms with the way things were and had to be. They were not together. They were already together with or had to get together with new, other people. Not each other. Pain flashed through Jake’s entire body and he prayed it didn’t translate to his smile. In case it did, he looked away and back at Olivia.

“Sure.” He took out his phone, failing to notice how Amy followed his every move very closely. “What’s your number, Olivia?”

#lmao almost half a year after posting the previous chapter 🤡#anywayssss #peraltiago #jake x amy #jake and amy #fanfic #au #fanfiction #peralta #santiago #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99

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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 1 year

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Discord Sissy!! Iva!!!

How would Amy and Owen & The others (Puppets, Anthony,Jackie Beth ETC)

Deal with Exliza and Sally? I’m rather curious to know how they would handed another person “pulling an Owen” and causing issues even if she an lucky charm?

Discord sis Amber!!!!!

Alrighty!

Jackie was a typo, she meant Jake (I asked her on our dms)

For Sally:

Amy (if she lived) she would totally welcome Sally with open arms and make sure she's alright. She would probably ask Sally why she ended up at the studio, if she's hurt. hungry, or thirsty. Then she'll make sure Sally is alright and try to figure about if she got hurt or anything.

Owen would go: "Ah shit another kid?" Then Amy will scold him and tell him to be nice. Owen might just awkwardly ask if Sally likes puppets and probably sit downs and teaches how to play poker before Amy tells him not to make bets with puppets again

Anthony would be like a fun uncle to his niece, he probably bought her some geeky shirt and showed his matching tattoo he got with his GF. He would call her every day and asks how is college doing. He also played the drunk telephone with her as Beth was trying to figure out what he was saying to Sally and vice versa for Sally to Beth

Jake probably met her because of Amy or Beth. He would make sure she's ok during her visits, and he might even ask her what motivated to visit the studio and if Nick or the others caused her some trouble. He might even do some voice impressions and share some funny stories about working with Amy and Owen.

Sarabeth "Beth" would pretty much act like a big sister to Sally. She will get her a drink to chat about Anthony being an idiot, discuss work and how their editor "Ericka Swan" is a bit insane. Both would also bond with Anthony and go to theme parks with Blue Scout (Hannah Pierson) and Space-buns Scout (I think we called her Hollie or something like that. They're from our duality AU) Basically a family bonding time

Brendan would basically hold Sally and ask if she's Beth and Anthony's kid. Then he would be chocked that Anthony has a niece

Kimberly "Kim" would be all like: "You got a niece, Tony-tunes? Cool"

Jordan would simply pat Sally's head and give her some chocolate. They tend to be the cool sibling friend

Victor might recognize her as his granddaughter from one of his kids (not sure if Anthony has a sister or brother), but he probably won't get too close. Sally probably doesn't want anything to do with him either since Anthony has been like a big brother to her.

Mitchell "Mitch" would love her as cousin

Mortimer, he probably recognized Sally from the pictures in Anthony's wallet. He didn't know she was his niece, but knew she was connected to his host like Beth was.

Riley probably would be done with having to deal with more youngsters somehow tied with the weird conspiracy guy that tried to take Mortimer to the police. At least she's glad she doesn't act like Exliza or Beth.

Nick might find Sally tolerable and even share some of his finest works with her as a way to impress her (in the Platonic sense)

Daisy would try to make her a pie, and then want to know how the hell is she related to Anthony Pierson.

Blue Scout "Hannah" loves her as her cousin and a sorta aunt figure

Space buns Scout "Holly" loves Sally as her best friend and she often asks when they can visit "Uncle Anthony and Aunt Beth"

For Exliza

Amy's first reaction to Exliza would be something like "Huckleberry hot chocolate pie, it's Exliza?!" Then she proceeds to be nice and apologizes for their bad experiences and have a nice cup of tea

Owen is all like "Ah Shit here we go again" and proceeds to get the first aid kit and those children's leashes to make sure Exliza doesn't jump into trouble.

Jake would be aware of the complicated history she had with Amy. but nonetheless would be happy to help Exliza in future projects and even ask if how is she doing with her puppets.

Anthony would be somewhere within "HOW THE HELL IS SHE ALIVE" and "Well at least she doesn't take our group as a joke" and then gets her a beer because his life is a mess.

Beth would be all like "I think she's some sort of Uncle Owen version of a lucky charm." and a combination "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE DOESN'T USE THE FIRST AID KIT?" Then she would faint if she heard about Dolly-

Branden might be happy to have another chaotic been to take care of and try to adopt evil puppets with.

Kim would be all like "Piersons, are you sure you guys are not madmen magnets or something?"

Jordan would just do this

Then they'll get prepare to call for help if things go wrong

Victor would spill his tea and be all like "Don't tell me these immature kids multiply...."

Mitch would be unfazed. She probably heard something from her aunt or something

Mortimer might recognize Exliza from some newspapers Amy had. He would be shocked to see how Exliza is still alive but would be all like "kay"

Riley would be raging and be all like "WHY DOESN'T SHE DIE!!!" and she gets into several temper tantrums.

Nick would probably be running from her asking where is the return receipt.

Daisy would be going with the flow and just ask her to play nicely

Blue Scout "Hannah" and Spacebuns Scout "Holly" would be just laughing and cheering Exliza for being a lucky charm

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frenchfryspiders · 1 year

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I shall not forget that like in the fall of 2020 I made a monster AU for the B99 characters

If I ever touch this again I might change some things around but I remember

Jake Peralta - Werewolf

Amy Santiago - Mermaid

Rosa Diaz - Demon

Terry Jeffords - Stone Gollem

Charles Boyle - Satyr (specifically a deer version)

Gina Linetti - Naga

Raymond Holt - Cyborg

Hitchcock and Scully - Ghost and Zombie

Kevin and Cheddar were the same

Doug Judy was still human but practiced dark magic and stuff

Adrian Pimento - Vampire

I forget who Wunch and The Vulture were

#brooklyn nine nine #old au dump #would probably change alot #if I ever pick it back up #B99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #charles boyle #gina linetti #captain holt

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flow-of-forces · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝!𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐮 [𝟐/?]

ㅤㅤLilly:

• cute videos with cats and motivational quotes in stories;

• photographs her entire environment;

• sees beauty in small things.

ㅤㅤPhil:

• advertising aurora in stories and posts;

• rarely publishes his photos;

• likes to show how he spends his leisure time.

ㅤㅤHannah:

• she likes to photograph nature, the environment and her friends;

• her stories are a archive of videos with the Duskwood gang;

• repost thomas's stories.

ㅤㅤAmy:

• photographed the processes of her work and nature;

• she published paintings and many inspiring things in stories;

• she loved to shoot aesthetic videos.

ㅤㅤJake:

• stalker the whole of duskwood and likes the posts of the Duskwood gang;

• "#IamJake? WTF?? REALLY??”;

• he's not Jake. yep.

#duskwood #duskwood lilly #duskwood phil #duskwood hannah #duskwood amy #duskwood jake #lilly donfort #hannah donfort #phil hawkins #amy bell lewis #jake donfort #*aesth #*duskwood!inst au #REMEMBER THIS AU???#YEAAAAHHH ITS ALIVE

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attiredpan · 1 year

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AU where Hugh stays on the Enterprise and he and Geordi get transferred over to DS9 with O’Brien and Hugh, Nog, Jake, and Amy get to hang out and be kids together and Amy and Hugh constantly worry Nog and Jake because of how easily they can connect over their shared issues with decision making and self-identity/image/confidence stuff.

And they get an episode where it’s the other three helping Hugh figure out things he likes.

And there’s a whole scene dedicated to fashion stuff.

And they all get to be kids.

And then them later all celebrating Nog’s admission to the academy and it’s all mushy and sweet and stuff.

And they end up in a four-person polyamorous relationship by season 5.

And they get to go with Nog on his irl six-dimensional chess game that is Treachery, Faith, and The Great River.

And a Post Paper Moon cuddle pile because soft melancholy shit is the bomb.

And then the other three just next to tackle Nog to the ground to hug him when he gets back from the final battle of the Dominion War.

I am in all of my feels right now.

#star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #nog ds9 #jake sisko #oc | amelia hayes #hugh borg #oc x canon #nog x hugh #nog x jake #jake x hugh #And at some point Amy ends up taking them to a Ghost concert/ritual in the holosuite #Hugh ends up crying during Mary On A Cross and Life Eternal.#Hugh on DS9 AU

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jupitercomet · 6 months

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Deep Six

summary - Jake Seresin never expected much. Born the second son to the United State's current first family, Jake watched opportunity after opportunity get passed on to his older brother - including protection from the draft. While Jake was busy serving in Vietnam, he had no idea he'd be coming home to an American public that suddenly adored him. With his father's second presidential campaign on the horizon, Jake's new found popularity has his family scrambling to keep up his "Golden Boy" appearance. Without a word of his own input, Jake returns home to an almost entirely fabricated life, a public that now loves him, and a fiancée he's never even met before.

warnings - 70s au, president's son au, talks of war, historical inaccuracies, war inaccuracies

word count - 3.2k

hi all :) I'm still on hiatus but I finished the first chapter faster than I thought I would and I got too excited so I had to post it haha. I hope you enjoy and I'll see y'all soon!

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𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞,

𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓.

“Oh, look. The Seresins are on!”

The living room of a two story house on Canders Street is alight with the hustle and bustle of the bare feet of a three year old, a pair of pinched Mary Janes, and two exasperated loafers.

Tilly Miller runs circles around the couch in nothing but her underwear, water droplets still clinging to her hair fresh from a bath. She’s going through a phase of wanting nothing to do with her pajamas and, after a morning of household chores and taking care of a cranky baby Tommy, Eleanor Miller simply didn’t have the energy to fight with her daughter on the subject.

Instead, Eleanor holds Tommy to her shoulder and burps him gently. Her apron is uncomfortably tight around her waist, but she doesn’t have the free hands to loosen the strings so she musters on and ignores it. Now, she stands in the middle of the living room, eyes glued to the television as Tilly weaves around her and Tommy blinks slowly against her dress. He’s been stubborn to nap—hence the crankiness—but the day finally seems to be weighing on him as his mother inadvertently rocks him.

Todd Miller stands at the opening of the living room, still in his work clothes, watching the circus in front of him as he sets down his briefcase. He can smell meatloaf coming from the kitchen and he’s sure the table is already set, all signs that now is finally the time that he can end his day with a warm, home cooked meal. Still he stays in the living room, taking off his jacket and folding it against the back of one of the arm chairs as he follows his wife’s gaze.

On the television, an all American family waves charmingly at the cameras. White-toothed smiles glisten and, even though it’s slightly windy, not one of them has a hair out of place. Todd can name each one as his eyes land on them—he’s sure everyone in America can.

There’s John Seresin, tall and strong, arm wrapped loosely around his wife’s waist and a metal American flag pinned to his lapel. He’s waving at the crowd with a closed-mouth smile, a seriousness in his eye, but a swagger in the way he holds himself. Diana Seresin leans against her husband, smiling gently as she holds the hand of her youngest son James. Eleanor absolutely adores her—a first lady so put together and who handles everything with such grace. Eleanor often sees herself in Diana - a mother and a wife, the glue that holds her family together. On the screen, James is clinging to his mother shyly, avoiding eye contact with the cameras. He's the least outgoing of the family, often hiding behind skirts and pant legs. But, if anything, it only adds to the family’s charm. Everyone finds the young boy nothing but endearing because of it. Oppositely, John Seresin Jr. stands out the brightest, taller than his father and equally as put together. Everyone knows he’ll be running as soon as his father finishes his second term, he was practically born for it. In front of him, Nancy and Amy Seresin are waving like princesses, as poised as their mother when it comes to the flashing cameras and loud voices. Both girls seem to be the most excited of the family, but of course, given the circumstances, that’s to be expected.

From the living room of their two story house on Canders Street, Eleanor sighs wistfully. “I just think they’re so brave, going on like this without Jacob. They must be so relieved he’s finally home.”

Todd nods offhandedly, for the time being giving up on meatloaf and dodging his sprinting daughter to collapse onto the couch cushions.

The war had been hard on everyone. The idea of the war itself was so controversial, dividing even neighbors and friends. And, as if that wasn’t enough, the draft made it so that if you weren’t arguing about Vietnam, you were praying with everything you had that it wasn’t your father or son, husband or brother that was being called to the front lines. It wasn’t hard to resent the government, seeing how little of them had to suffer while the common people gave up everything.

But then Jacob Seresin got called to serve and, almost shockingly, he did. Suddenly there was something unifying between the American people and the first family - they all wanted the boys to come home and they all understood exactly why. Over time, Jacob Seresin became more of an idea than a person. He represented every father, son, husband, and brother and the announcement of his arrival home was felt all throughout the country.

“And did you hear that he’s getting married? Isn’t that just wonderful? I heard that he proposed to her right before he left as a promise that he’d come back home.” Eleanor’s rambling, talking mostly to herself as she burps Tommy absentmindedly. “I’m sure they’re all so excited to start planning the wedding. I think we need something good like that after everything.”

Todd grunts because that seems like a fine enough response.

“Oh, there she is! I think I see her! She…” Eleanor makes a face suddenly, letting out a frustrated breath. “Oh shoot, I always forget her name— But look at that ring on her finger, my goodness.” Eleanor’s eyes dart around the television screen, taking in the somewhat nervous looking young woman who is trailing slightly in front of the first family, and a bright smile takes over her face. “I can’t believe we get to watch their reunion! Oh, I’m sure everyone in the country is watching right now…”

And, indeed, it seemed like everyone was.

Halfway across the country, Jake Seresin is surprised by how loud it seemed to be outside the car. From what he could see, there were crowds of people lined up along the street, all cheering and smiling. Flashes of light go off with every click of a camera and it seems like people are even throwing things into the street as if they were watching a parade. Jake can’t say he isn’t confused by all the festivities he’s returning to. For him, and the other young men returning with him, the whole thing was a somber affair. They had lost. Everyone knew that, didn’t they?

Jake didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a cheering crowd. He reminds himself that, in some way, he asked for this. He was granted the option of a quiet return home via a flight straight to Washington—perks of being the president’s son. But Jake refused, choosing instead to return home with the men he fought alongside. It didn’t seem right to him to act like he was suddenly above them all, not after all they’d been through.

The sentiment only endeared him further to the American public—not that Jake had the faintest idea about any of that.

He turns to Javy questioningly, the other man’s face echoing his expression in a muted sort of way. He’s tired, they all are, purple evident under his eyes as he slouches against Jake’s side. Javy Machado had always been handsome. His mother always said so, pinching his cheek sweetly as the women from church fawned over him. With cedar skin and mahogany eyes, Javy took away the breath of just about any girl who saw him. And he knew it too, always shooting them charming smiles and playful winks and sneaking them out after midnight in his Ford Mustang.

Now he returns gaunt, the color all but drained from his skin. If he lifts his shirt up, he can trace the outline of his ribs and his eyelids perpetually feel like they’re made of lead. Javy doesn’t think he’s very handsome anymore and he thinks that the days where he smiled at girls without a care in the world and took them out for joyrides in his Mustang are long gone.

The sturdy weight of Jake’s shoulder props Javy up as they both sit in the back of the car that’s taking them home. Home. It seems like such a foreign word, not quite believable to the young men as they drive through the crowd.

Neither of them looks fit for a homecoming. Their clothes hang loosely off their frames and they haven’t shaved. Jake’s hair is a mess, he knows that. He’d tried brushing it down just to say that there was an attempt, but it hardly helped.

He can’t help but think of his mother, who would have never let him get to this state, let alone be seen in public in it. But Diana Seresin was nowhere to be found in Vietnam and so Jake sits in the back of a car with a chin full of stubble and pants that don’t fit him properly and wonders why there’s a crowd of people outside cheering for him.

“Is all this for us?” Javy finally voices what the two of them are thinking quietly. It comes out slightly croaked from lack of use and Javy clears his throat as soon as he finishes speaking.

Jake shrugs slowly. “I guess.”

The two peer again out the car windows, hesitance weighing heavy on them. It looks like they’re driving directly into a large crowd, cameras trained on them from almost every angle. On the sidewalk outside Jake’s side of the car, a little boy lights up when he sees him. He has to be no older than 8—he reminds Jake of what James looked like right before he left.

His mother and sisters had managed to send a couple pictures to him—to keep up with James and everyone else, ones that Jake kept folded up in an old tin. On late nights, where he was covered with dirt and dried sweat, nights where sleep seemed like nothing more than an old fantasy, Jake would take out that old tin and unfold his pictures. They were slightly smudged from his dirty hands and some of the color had flaked away at the creases of the fold and the constant folding and unfolding had worn the paper down significantly, so Jake always handled them carefully so that they wouldn’t tear.

He would rub his thumb over the face of his younger brother and sister, look into the emerald green eyes of his mother and older sister.

On the floor of the Vietnam jungle, Jake whispered quietly to them about everything, from something funny Mickey had done the day before to how much he missed his mother’s pot roast. He asked James how baseball was going and Nancy if she’d finally broken up with that stupid Thompson boy who always made her cry. He talked to them until he had nothing left to say. Until all he could do was look up, and blink, and let out a breath.

And then he’d fold up those photos and put them back in their tin.

The boy in front of him now reminds him of those frozen pictures of his brother—who Jake is sure looks much older now—but, unlike those pictures, he moves, pointing at Jake and tugging on his mother’s jacket sleeve before waving excitedly. From inside the car, Jake lifts his hand and hesitantly waves back.

“You’d think we were the damn Beetles, man,” Javy scoffs lightly from the other side of the car.

Jake doesn’t respond, keeping his eyes trained on the little boy that reminds him of his brother until they’ve driven past him. More people are waving at him now and Jake feels like an idiot with his hand frozen in the air, too shocked to wave and too confused to put it down. Up ahead, he realizes that the cars in front of him are stopping, the crowd parting slightly to give them all room.

Jake is still confused why he’s here. He assumed someone would be waiting for him at the dock, where the other men were having their homecomings, but instead he and Javy were quickly ushered into the back of a car. No one told him where they were going and Jake didn’t ask, but had he known he was going to be paraded around town, he would have put up more of an argument.

The car slows to a stop and an electric charge seems to fill the air, bouncing from person to person as the cheers quiet to anticipated murmuring. Jake eyes Javy warily and the two remain still as a suit-clad body he can’t quite make out makes its way over to the car.

The door on Jake’s side opens and he squints at the abrupt influx of light, but a sudden whiff of a familiar spiced cologne has him straightening slightly. In a second, he locks eyes with the recognizable ones of the White House’s head of security.

“Welcome home, kid.” The gritty voice greets him softly as he helps Jake out of the car.

Beside him, Javy is getting out of the car himself, but, this time, Jake chooses the familiarity over his pride, accepting the hand on his shoulder with a small smile. “Hey, Mav.”

The crowd erupts and Jake is startled by it, head darting to see if Javy is close by. He is and so Jake relaxes only slightly. Maverick’s body is somewhat comforting, leading the way for them both while also keeping onlookers at a distance. Javy seems almost mesmerized by it all, blinking in wonder at the people clapping and cheering. It’s almost a complete 180 from the reception they’d gotten when they first stepped foot on American soil. Some group of college students, the ones that were all rich enough to have morality, were waiting alongside families as some act of protest, holding up signs and booing at Jake and the men he’d been to hell and back with.

Jake knew the war was divisive—it was divisive even before he left—but he hadn’t been expecting such resentment. Now though, there didn’t seem to be a naysayer for miles. Jake’s sure it’s his father’s doing, he probably had the whole crowd hand picked to make for better media. In this case though, Jake’s okay with his father’s interference, it feels a lot better to be cheered.

From over Maverick’s shoulder, Jake can see his family in front of him, slotted together like glossy puzzle pieces. His mother’s eyes are glassy, unspilled tears catching against the light of the setting sun, and Amy looks like a horse about to take off on the Kentucky Derby track, mouth twitching with concealed excitement. Jake’s brows furrow slightly. Why aren’t they closer?

Javy’s already split off from him, spotting his older sister in the crowd, but, unlike Jake’s family, she seemed to be one of the first people they reached. Everyone’s looking at Jake expectantly and it’s clear Amy wants nothing more than to pounce on him like a lithe house cat, but they all seem to be waiting for something.

Jake turns his gaze back to the back of Maverick’s head, his lips forming the first syllable of his words. “Wh…” He stops suddenly, trailing off when Maverick stops suddenly and a woman peeks out from his frame.

You’re pretty, the kind of pretty that might have broken Jake’s neck when he tried to catch a second look. Under the golden sun, you seem almost angelic, teeth caught in your stained lips and eyes twinkling. In them, you seem to hold nothing but tenderness and you’re staring at him and Jake’s never been more confused because why are you staring at him?

On white, clasped heels, you take a step forward, sucking in an almost undetectable shaky breath, but Jake catches it. Strangely, Maverick moves out of the way with a small sidestep, giving you full access to son of the president, Jacob Seresin.

To his left, Jake hears someone gasp and someone else almost seems to squeal. Jake has to blink a couple times because it feels like he’s stepped back into a world he’s never been in before. He always kind of knew that Vietnam would change him—though he could have never guessed how much—but he still assumed that America would be recognizable to him when he returned home. Now though?

Now, crowds are cheering for him, and his family isn’t greeting him, and a beautiful woman is pulling him down by the fabric of his shirt to firmly plant her lips onto his.

Jake’s eyebrows jump in surprise and he freezes mildly as his eyes close instinctively. Despite that, your lips stay on his, almost as if you’re too afraid to pull away and face the ramifications of your actions. Of their own accord, Jake’s hands fall to your hips—as they so often did when he kissed pretty girls.

Jake can’t really remember the last time he kissed a girl. There had been one time in Hong Kong—all the guys in his squadron had a time in Hong Kong—but Jake’s ashamed to say that he doesn’t remember the whole thing all that well. He remembers she was soft and that, at the time, he’d had the specific thought of wanting to bury himself in her. But her name or the color of her dress? He doesn’t know.

You’re soft too, that tenderness in your eyes translates into the kiss, enveloping him in the kind of warmth that feels like a cozy sweater. Your hands travel up the fabric of his shirt until your arms are wrapping around his neck and your fingers are tangling in his hair that so desperately needs to be cut. He feels what feels like the band of a ring against his scalp, but it doesn’t cross Jake’s mind to pull away.

He focuses on the way you taste like strawberries and smell like roses. Everything about you is so delicate and, at the thought, he loosens his ironclad grip on your hips. The fabric of your skirt feels nice against his calloused palms and Jake can’t help but tilt his head, nose nudging into your cheek, to swallow the oxygen from your mouth. All around you, people are cheering loudly, cameras moving frantically to get a shot of you both. In the back of his mind, Jake can find that odd but, truly, he’s a little more focused on something else at the moment.

After a second longer, you pull away slowly, forcing air back into your lungs as you blink up at Jake through long lashes. Jake doesn’t really know what to say, still recovering from the shock of, not just the past minute, but the entire morning. He leaves his nose nestled against yours, blinking as his chest rises and falls noticeably.

You wet your lips, untangling your fingers from his hair to smooth down the fabric of his shirt. Once you’re satisfied, your manicured nails still on his chest and your lips brush against his as you speak, sending a shiver down his spine. “Welcome home,” you whisper.

The roaring crowd, his family, the scent of roses, and every last camera as his background, Jake blinks.

Welcome home, indeed.

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lizzieisright · 18 days

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I've been rewatching Brooklyn 99 since Jake and Amy have my whole fucking heart and obviously I started thinking about an AU for x reader, but then I got hit with an even better idea: Ellabs as Peraltiago.

Ellie who is a fucking mess but a talented detective with daddy issues and Abby "y'all are lunatics for not reading terms and conditions" in a pant suit.

They bicker all the time, they make that bet (who solves more cases wins; if Ellie (Jake) wins, then Abby (Amy) has to go on the worst date ever with her, if Abby wins, then Ellie has to give her her car). Abby loses, they go on a date that turns into stakeout and Ellie falls in love with Abby.

Idk, the competitive dynamic of Peraltiago just fits Ellabs so well, Ellie making fun of Abby for everything, "title of your sex tape" jokes turning into "oh no, title of our sex tape". Abby being a stickler to the rules but turning absolutely berserk when she wants something, double tucking her hair, Abby wearing glasses and solving crosswords before bed?

Them knowing each other so well? Abby getting turned on by Ellie reading books? Ellie getting turned on by Abby being violent?

the PINING oh my god THE PINING

I will be thinking about it forever

#ellabs #abby anderson #ellie williams #also consider.... caitvi as Peraltiago

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crystaljelly64 · 2 years

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Me and @tankycinna were talking about an Unus Annus AU for Steven and Marc where they’re Ethan and Mark (Jake and Layla are Evan and Amy as camera operators) and he brought up this specific UA moment, so I decided to draw it 😭🌙✨ (it’s mostly traced over from the video but the faces aren’t)

Thought today was the perfect day to post it since the prompt today is “Mummy”! I had fun creating this and hope to do more AU stuff in the future :D

#moon knight #moon knight fanart #moon knight art #steven grant #marc spector #moonknight #fanart #unus anuus #moon knight au #markiplier #crankgameplays #momento mori #artists on tumblr #digital art #procreate art #crystaljellyart #I’m sorta back I guess #will be saving some posts to reblog at a better time tomorrow cuz I’ve missed some stuff >:)

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maluceh · 8 months

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That painel was AMAZING, thank you thank you thank you! ❤️

Sorry for missing a few references, could you share a list of all the universes?

damn ok… ummm (from top left to right and so on with every row)

brooklyn nine nine (amy and jake)

morticia and gomez

modern family (claire and phil)

tangled

they’re just drinking chescos in this one

band au

i got lazy so kissy time

dinosaurs

the last of us au

game of thrones au

10 things i hate about you

celebrity au but i tried to do the cinderella concept art cause 50s

old people

slasher

sapphic jily victorian era

mexican folklore dancers

i got lazy again and i just sketched them as spooky cartoons

deleted scene from dead poets society but it’s not them as dps characters, i just wanted a snowy scene

barbie

pirates of the caribbean

anne with an e

legos

elevator love song by BeeDaily (it’s a fic)

cowboy au

how to train your dragon (astrid and hiccup)

percy jackson (them as percabeth)

sapphic jily in the 14th? 15th? century with princess jamie and her loyal guard lily

this is just a kids drawing so you can interpret it as you want (harry drew it or little james or little lily)

vampire au

couple selfie!

sapphic jily with a reference to glee (the cheerleader uniform). so this one is kind of like cheerleader x outcast type of thing

pride and prejudice au (bingley and jane)

set it up (it’s a movie on netflix)

rocks

greys anatomy au (them as mark and lexi)

role swap (quidditch player lily/muggleborn james)

ice skater couple au

juno (reference to the intro credits from the movie where there’s like drawings and stuff, i thought it would be cool idk)

the office (them as jim and pam)

haikyuu (tanaka and kiyoko are literally jily in another font)

patronuses

genderswap jily

romeo and juliet (2013)

before sunrise (1995)

titanic movie

ferris bullers day off (i think they fit sloane and ferris A LOT)

friends (chandler and monica)

maurice (1987)

detectives au (i tried to emulate 1940s drawings but alas i’m only a girl)

mermaid au

mlm jily as Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete I BELIEVE this is Dos tipos de cuidado (1953) i wanted to draw them as homoerotic mexican actors from the golden age of mexican cinema

canon jily

sapphic jily in bly manor (as dani and jamie)

animal crossing jily

big fish (2003)

sapphic jily as pirates who got caught

idk i took it from a pinterest pic

shadowhunters jily

fantasy jily (?

sapphic jily kissing at sunset

worms

idk what movie this is, i wanted to draw them as silent actors from the 1930s i also tried to use the same art style they used in that era but alas i’m just a girl

widow victorian lily and ghost james (this is a direct reference to Anders Zorn the widow 1883 i believe)

how to lose a guy in 10 days au

shadow and bone au (them as nina and matthias)

ballet dancers au

romeo and juliet AGAIN (1996 tho)

anastasia (1997)

the princess diaries 2 (them as Mia and nicholas)

them with a cat (it’s algernon, the cat is algernon by the way)

spiderman (itsv spider-man to be exact)

i got lazy again and i just doodled them listening to music together

ants

genderswaped jily as emma and mr. knightley (2020)

mamma mia (2008) (love that movie, sophie and sky made me the bisexual i am with that one beach scene)

the hunger games mockingjay part 2 (them as katniss and peeta)

hogwarts professors

coworker rivals

mlm jily but at hogwarts

sapphic jily just vibing (heartstopper vibes??? idk i put the leaves)

shelf awarness by GhostofBambi on ao3 (one of my favorite jily fics)

and that’s it

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letsperaltiago · 2 years

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we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning |chapter 12|

Read the new chapter here or on AO3

That night, Jake ended up keeping two promises.

Firstly, his promise to Amy. They rode the bus home together, about 20 minutes after Jake had secured himself the beautiful and quirky blonde’s number. It wasn’t that the other woman had killed the mood, per se. There was no such ulterior mood to kil when it came to the two old partners, after all… Still, Amy thought to herself as she lay in bed that night, something undefined shifted the second the stranger walked up to them and declared her intentions Suddenly, their conversation seemed weighed down and cramped. Now all she could think of was… what. What had so suddenly weighed their otherwise fantastic evening together down?

That night, Jake ended up keeping two promises.

Secondly, his promise to Olivia. Olivia. Just the name had Amy's stomach churning. Jake had promised Olivia to text her, and, well… he did. They were riding the bus towards her place, only a few stops away, and the conversation between the two had dwindled down to sitting in a… somewhat comfortable silence. They’d talked a bit about what the rest of the week was holding for them, which of course, was mostly work. So then they’d talked about work and on this wise, the conversation slowly and painfully died out…Who was she trying to kid? It wasn’t a somewhat comfortable silence; it was a civic silence at best. If there had been anyone else on the empty night bus, they surely would’ve thought the two were strangers or on a really awful first date.

Ding! It wasn’t her phone. She had checked. On his side of the site, Jake had grabbed his phone. Even though it in no way had seemed like he was trying to be obstructive about it, Amy experienced a striking sinking feeling when she noticed that he was typing out a message designated to Olivia. Right then and there, Amy had wanted to get off at the next stop, even if it meant she’d have to walk 20 minutes home, just to get away from the situation. Of course, she didn’t. Instead, she remained in her seat next to him, turning her head in the opposing direction to look out at the dark streets of Brooklyn. As if to give him privacy to carry out his illicit affairs.

Affairs that actually weren’t illicit in any way, shape, or form. It dawned upon her as the clock on her nightstand flashed 2:32 AM. Way too late considering she had work to get up to in less than 4 hours. Nothing Jake did that night was illicit. He had every right in the world to move on… just like she herself had done with Teddy.

Her mind drifted to the memory of their bus ride. By the time they’d almost finally reached the stop closest to her apartment, Jake had locked and put away his phone. She had no idea what he’d texted Olivia and, honestly, she didn’t want to know.

The remaining of the trip was traveled in silence, each of them occupying themselves with glancing around and everywhere else but at the other person. Regardless, even when looking in the opposite direction of her friend and out the window, her reason and senses must’ve carried off with her. In the dark scenery outside the bus window, the flashing light from bypassing lampposts triggered reminiscent snapshots.

Cold February air. Trotting down an icy Brooklyn sidewalk with nothing but the destination (work, as always) in mind. Collision point. Her phone and to go-coffee flying in each their own direction.

“Oh my goodness, I am so so sorry, sir! I was reading an email and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

She had kneeled to pick up her dropped items from the sidewalk and then… there he was. Right back in her life as if he’d never left.

“Wow, Santiago. Who would’ve thought I’d ever experience you on your knees and calling me sir?”

The comment took her by surprise. In more than one way. One: After years of little to no contact, Jake Peralta was right there in front of her. Two: She just trampled him down, basically, and he was just being very nice and funny about it. Three: That comment of his was super sexual, right? There was no time to think clearly or straight.

“Here,” he’d kneeled down to her level and started to pick up things she hadn’t even realized she’d dropped. “Let me help you out.”

The bus jerked, probably hitting one of the many bumps and holes on the run-down road, both literally and metaphorically jostling Amy out of her nostalgic daydreaming. Why was it that she kept on being dragged back to the past these days? Why couldn’t her head simply live in the moment, here and now, and let go of what had been and could’ve been? How come that when she’s finally moved on, has gotten her head on straight, and Jake apparently has too, memories and feelings, ones she thought were distanced, claw their way back into her reality? Honestly, it made her want to scream in frustration, so much she felt her fingers dig into the God knows how dirty-bus seat as a vision of two entangled, grinding figures appeared before her.

The female figure was her, sandwiched between the brick wall of a cold, wet alley and a male figure.

Jake.The male figure.

She could feel frigid rain drizzling from the sky above them. It had caused his messy curls to fall flat against his forehead and forming a cute mop in the area between his eyebrows and the top of the bridge of his nose. Somehow, it made him look even more attractive than before.

Their battling had been at it for what seemed like forever. Their tired yet starving lips hitched at the sensation of an icy driblet of winter rain sliding down her cold, red cheek. Desperately, as if her life depended on it, her hands grasped at the collar of his open coat. In the heat of the moment, when rushing out of the bar, they’d just barely had the time to throw their respective coats on. Her coat was wide open, inviting him to bury his hands under her shirt in the hunt for two things: heat and more of her. Needless to say that he found both when he felt her body shudder beneath his cold hands.

“Sorry,” he had mumbled, drowsy yet still so vigilant and attentive, even after all the drinking, resulting in the slowing pace of his kisses, gently redirecting them to somewhere else but her aching lips.

She could feel herself grow more eager with every second slipping by under his spell. The heat between her legs reflecting exactly this, and a part of her wanted him to take her whole and fully. Right then and there in an alley on an icy night, because, in the back of her mind, the fear of never having another moment like this with him ever again was lurking and threatening her sanity.

“It’s o-okay,” she recalled her voice had trembled, feeling as if she was being touched for the very first time. Touched in a way that mattered more than anything else in her perception; touched in a way and with a power that even a thousand storms couldn’t compete with. How come she’d never felt like this before? How come nothing else before the second he kissed her felt important?

“You’re-“ Jake murmured deeply against her cheek and neck whilst his cold fingers picked at the soft, warm skin of her stomach, only removing them to fiddle with the bottom button of her shirt, “-amazing.”

He’d managed to pop open the tiny, tricky button, the pattern repeating itself upwards until he was able to pull the now two fragments of burgundy fabric apart to reveal the ultimate price. She remembered feeling vulnerable but also very much safe… As in there was no one else's presence her vulnerability could possibly feel safe in. Not that she’d had this outcome in mind when she’d put it on earlier, but now, with her shirt open and her torso bare before him… she was glad that she chose to wear that elegant black silk bra instead of one of her many old, worn t-shirt bras that she used for work. He probably wouldn’t have minded either way but still.

Feeling her almost bare chest heave for air in an almost violent, exasperated constant up-and-down pattern was something she would never forget. The cold air burned and cut through her lungs like a thousand tiny knives. His lips were back on her’s and she felt like she couldn’t breathe but scarily enough… nothing else had ever felt this good. He did that to her; Jacob Peralta could make her body react like this. Feeling sizzling and on fire in 25 degrees’ winter rain.

“Amy.”

He called out her name. But not with that breathy, mumbling voice from that night in the alley. Shit.

“Amy.”

She’d drifted off again, her imagination and memories of the past getting away with her. Now she was back on the bus; back with Jake on her right side instead of pushed against a brick wall with his body pressed against hers. She snapped her head in his direction and was met by a pair of confused but nonetheless, as always, soft and wondering brown eyes that had her want to dive back into another reminiscing trance-session. Just to feel him, touch him, even if only in her daydreams and deepest imagination.

“Sorry! Must’ve drifted off…”

“It’s cool,” he smiled, not questioning further why and what she’d drifted off about. “We’ll be arriving at your stop in a minute. My offer still stands?”

Before they’d boarded the bus, he’d offered to walk her all the way home. Both because she didn’t want him to go through the hassle, and because she secretly felt like she needed to get as far away from him as possible, she’d politely declined his gallant offer.

“Oh-” she thought the awkward ride by her side had been enough to make him realize just why he shouldn’t be walking her home. It warmed her heart that he cared enough to propose it again. That was Jake in a nutshell. “No, you’re fine. Just the fact that you’ve taken a completely different bus, in the opposite direction from your place, just to get me home safe is more than enough. Thank you. I’ll be fine for the last bit.”

God, she hoped her smile looked warmer than it felt. Genuinely, she did appreciate his offer, and she so badly tried to express the gratefulness and offer him an expression that reflected this but her entire body felt… off. It was as if, all at once, she wanted to stay in his company but also couldn’t be with him for another second. She had to get away as quickly as possible or… She didn’t know exactly what. But she had to go.

“Sure?” His eyes were saturated with a shade of attentiveness and a depth that all at once resembled a deep, endless, and chaotic ocean but at the very same time also the safety of a home. A home she wanted to revisit; an ocean she needed to save herself from.

“Y-yeah, don’t worry about me.” She stood up from her seat, supporting herself on the handle hanging from the ceiling.

“I always worry about you, Ames. Or… maybe not worry but like I… care. Like friends do, you know?” He smiled shyly, sheepishly, which Jake Peralta, king of living wildest and most confident life, rarely did, and for a second Amy considered giving in. He could walk her home and it’d be fine right? Her phone buzzed in her coat pocket as the bus pulled in at her stop. She picked it up.

1:12 AMTeddy Wells: Too bad you can’t come over tonight. I’m headed to bed. See you tomorrow, babe.

The text felt like a slap across the face. No. No way, she shouldn’t have Jake walk her home. Even if there were a hundred murderers hiding, waiting for her to walk by and ready to kill her, there was no way it was the time and place for Jake to go any further with her.

The original plan had been that she’d sleep at Teddy’s place tonight. Alas, that was before; before everything had felt like the good old days and she just wanted to stay in Jake’s presence; before Olivia had walked up to them and shattered something inside of her… Something she couldn’t define nor place within herself, resulting in it rumbling and burning with a frustrating restlessness inside of her.

“Okay then,” he got up from his seat, accidentally standing so close to her that she could feel his warm breath on her face. She hoped he hadn’t noticed how her breath and entire body had hitched at the unexpected closeness; a closeness her body could recognize but wasn’t used to at this point. After all this time, all these months and even the years before that, she’d expected them to feel like two identical magnetic poles rejecting each other - like south and south, or north and north - instead, they were perfect opposites attracting each other. For a second that felt like an eternity, they stood so close, too close, dwelling into the other’s eyes. Eventually, the bus stopped and the doors screeched open, startling them both out of their trance.

“Uhm,” he nervously cleared his throat and took a step back. South and south; north and north. “Text me when you get home? So I know that you’re safe.”

She’d be lying if she said her heart didn’t skip a beat. “O-okay. But don’t stay up waiting for me.”

She stepped out of the bus and into the dark street, turning back to look at him as he stood there at the center of the still-open bus doors. Perfectly centered, making the scene look very cinematic.

“You’ll be back home before I’m even on the right bus,” he chuckled and with the beat of an eye, his familiar cockiness was back. “Text me. Okay?”

“Y-yeah, I will. Promise.” She smiled weakly trying to match his sudden nonchalance.

Out of nowhere, the doors closed between them, shutting them off from each other. Without warning. It all happened so fast and before she knew it, the bus was driving off with him as the wind from its newfound speed played with her dark hair. There he went, she thought, and probably for the better.

That night she got home safe and texted him as promised. It all sounded where simple when she told him she would, but as she stood in the darkness of her kitchen writing…

1:38 AMAmy Santiago:I’m home safe. Jake, you and I have been through more than I can process right now. I can’t put a finger on what I’m feeling but I think I need space and time to think. Don’t worry about me. Goodnight.

… then deleting, her third draft for a message, she suddenly regretted promising him anything. She sighed loudly and looked at the clock. 1:37 AM. This was ridiculous; she was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

1:38 AMAmy Santiago:Home safe. You’re so confusing, you know that, right??!! I can’t even look at you right now, like??? Do I punch you? Do I cry?? Do I laugh?? I DON’T KNOW.

As soon as she finished writing, her fingers started tapping delete. She couldn’t send that. That was ludicrous. What did it even mean? Nothing at all. Plus, she could never be that rude or mean to anyone, especially him.

“Whatever,” she sighed and hit send.

1:38 AMAmy Santiago:Home safe. Night :)

It was easier this way, she decided, as she muted his contact.

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