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lenacosse · 3 months

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✧.*Characters I’ll write for

including: smut, fluff and angst

brooklyn 99:

-jake peralta

-amy santiago

harry potter:

-harry potter

-draco malfoy

-theo nott

-blaise zabini

-fred weasley

-hermione granger

marauders:

-james potter

-remus lupin

-sirius black

-lily evans

-mary mcdonald

-marlene mckinnon

marvel:

-pietro maximoff

-wanda maximoff

-natasha romanoff

-tony stark

-thor

-peter parker (you can specify which one)

shameless:

-fiona gallagher

-carl gallagher

-lip gallagher (maybe)

others:

-aaron taylor johnson

-tangerine

-barbie

-taylor swift

✧.*What I won’t write about

-sexual assault of any kind

-age gaps

-daddy kinks

-abuse

-stefan salvatore

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rozthedirector · 1 year

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FAKE DATING FIC

"And if we're gonna do this," she warned, "stop calling me 'dude'."

"You're right." Rosa stopped in her tracks, not really thrilled about the next thing that'll come out of her mouth. "Honey?"

or

Gina becomes Rosa's fake girlfriend for a dinner with Diaz family, but they forget to cancel the game night that the squad arranges every week. Thanks to their coworkers the whole night turns into chaos, and they wish it was not... fake.

#rosa diaz #brooklyn 99 #dianetti #gina linetti #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #my fanarts #fanart #fanfic tropes #fanfiction #fake dating #fake dating fic #forced proximity #the squad #pure chaos and humor

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tickle-bugs · 11 months

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Hello!

So I had a prompt for b99, I was thinking with Jake and Amy and Amy notices that Jake’s all jumpy and smiley and she Knows. Maybe with a dialogue bit of like “come on, we have a common goal here!!” or “don’t even try to fight me right now.” sry if ur prompts are already closed. tyy

This prompt made me melt fr I adore them ;w; this is so fucking CUTE. It put me in a rly intense ler mood but that's ok we make sacrifices for peraltiago <3

Proof in Patterns

Amy likes to think that she’s always known Jake well. From the minute she set foot in the precinct, she had had him at least 60% figured out. Though Captain Holt likes to call Jake predictable as a method of chiding him, he isn’t far from the truth--he’s not hard to understand, if you take the time to learn him.

It’s sort of an open secret that Jake likes to roughhouse. He’s over the moon any time Terry decides to toss him around like a sack of potatoes--unless it's out of rage, which then the entire precinct begins to make funeral arrangements. Whether Jake realizes it or not, and Amy’s almost certain that he does, his mischief more than often gets him hoisted, chased, or launched by his friends.

Only a smaller group of people--two, to be exact--know about the secret nestled within that one. Herself and Gina, the latter of which is a given, since she’s known Jake since they were little.

“Jake!” Rosa’s tone could slice glass. Amy looks up from her computer, and—ah. Seems Rosa’s glare could slice glass too. Which means whatever happened is undoubtedly Jake’s fault.

“Rosa!” Jake parrots gleefully. Rosa forcefully spins his chair to face her.

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?” He crosses his arms, smug. She narrows her eyes.

“Give it back or I’ll make you,” Rosa hisses, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie. Amy catches the way Jake’s eyes light up before he tries to play it cool. Cute.

“Gonna have to be more specific, Diaz. I don’t have your stuff.” Jake shrugs.

Rosa grins.

“Oh god, why are you smiling?” He whispers, leaning away.

“Last chance, Jake.” Rosa raises her eyebrow expectantly. He swallows nervously.

“I don’t have—“

Rosa tickles his stomach with a vengeance. Every time he tries to grab her hands, she jumps somewhere else. Jake slides down in his chair, giggling faster than his lungs can keep up with. She pins him in that awkward slump with just her tickling hands and an evil smile.

“Top drawer! Rosa!” He yelps, hysterical, and curls away from her. Still tickling with one hand, she opens the top drawer and pulls out a brand new chocolate bar.

Rosa doesn’t even tell him off, she just pockets the chocolate bar and saunters over to her desk to enjoy it. Jake quietly puts his head down on his desk, hiding his face in his arms. His ears flush a deep red.

Alright, apparently three people know. Interesting.

“You doing alright over there?” Amy laughs softly. Jake mumbles something and gives a weak thumbs up.

“Jake, Holt wants you.” Gina announces herself by tazing Jake’s sides—with her fingers, thankfully. Still, he yelps and swats at her hands.

“Couldn’t resist. Not sorry.” Gina saunters away. Jake buries his face in his hands yet again. Amy pats his shoulder.

“Peralta!” Holt’s voice carries easily through the bullpen.

“Coming!” Jake’s voice cracks. Amy muffles her snickers into her hand.

…

Evenings are companionably quiet in their household--Jake’s murmuring reactions to the TV are white noise to Amy now. The combined softness of their pajamas defines contentment.

Jake’s head rests in her lap. Amy’s arm rests across his waist. She traces her fingers idly over his t-shirt as she reads, occasionally fiddling with the hem. Every time her fingers brush over bare skin, he shivers and scoots a bit closer.

“Hey--” She pokes his chest to get his attention. He jumps and rolls over quickly. She slowly bookmarks her page and sets the book aside.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jake chuckles.

“I think you know,” Amy whispers with a mock-graveness. His eyes widen comically. He starts scooting down the couch but she drags him back towards her.

“Ames. Amy.” He tries to grab her hands but she swats them away.

“Don’t even try to fight me right now.” She swivels so she can sit on his waist. Even as she poses a threat to him, his hands comfortably find her hips. His smile is near-blinding.

“I feel like you’ve been waiting for this all day,” Amy laughs. Jake lets out a hilarious groany-whine, something gutturally flustered, and she laughs harder.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Debatable,” He grumbles. She pinches his side and he yelps.

“Okay! Y-Yes, I do.”

“And you know I think this is cute, right?” Amy drawls. Jake turns a pretty pink and refuses to meet her eye. He normally basks in flattery--his ego is usually a problem, even when endearing--but something about this context makes him shy. It’s adorable to watch.

“Would you just do it already?” Jake’s voice pitches high with embarrassment. Something devious in Amy wants to make him ask properly, but she saves it for another night.

“You should be nicer to me, Jake--” she leans down and kisses his neck-- “considering we share a common goal.”

His face is so hot that she can feel his blush. She squishes his cheeks to cope with how cute he is.

“You are so mean to me,” he mumbles through her hands.

“No, babe, I’m about to be mean to you.” Amy grabs a delicate handful of his sides and he goes boneless on the couch. As her fingers crawl higher, he curls more, squirming fervently. When she gets to his ribs, he nearly throws them both off the couch.

One of Jake’s most endearing qualities is how much he wiggles.

“Stay still!” Amy laughs and shifts to pin him better.

“I can’t help it!” Jake squeaks. She spiders her fingers at random over his torso, dodging his every attempt to protect himself. It’s not hard—Jake’s a man of patterns and Amy loves to analyze.

He slams his head back into the couch and clamps his arms uselessly to his sides. She tickles rapidly, incessantly at his stomach until he just has to reach for her hands. Once he does, she smirks and shoves her hands under his arms. He makes it so easy.

“Shit, fuck, Amy!” His voice jumps when she vibrates her fingers under his arms. He tries to clamp his arms down harder but it doesn’t help matters much.

“You keep saying my name like it’s going to stop me. You know your safe word.” Amy presses her thumbs in again. “Can I have my hands back?”

Jake narrows his eyes at her.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” She wiggles her fingers. He lets go with a cackle. She gives him a chance to breathe. He looks up at her with a dopey grin.

“Amy, Amy, Ames, hold on—“ He works himself into a giggle fit so fierce he snorts— “we can talk about this.”

“I’m not even touching you!” She snickers.

“Title of your sex tape—“

Amy vibrates her fingers into Jake’s stomach and he lets out a very satisfying scream-laugh. She chases it, tickling along his waist and back up his sides. He manages to buck his upper half off the couch and kicks his legs like his life depends on it. All this does is ruck up his shirt.

“I still think we can talk about this.” He holds his hands up between them with a giddy smile.

God, she loves him so much.

She shoves her hands into the pockets of his Die Hard sweatpants and tickles his hips ruthlessly. Having slipped off the couch proves to quickly be his downfall—there’s nothing he can do but laugh himself into silence.

“Ah, okay, okahahay! Gruber!” Jake wheezes, grabbing for Amy’s hands. She immediately helps him up and kisses his forehead. He pulls her back down for a proper kiss.

“Still think Nakatomi should be the safe word.” He huffs, little chuckles floating free.

“Yeah? When you manage to say Nakatomi through laughing, we’ll talk.” Amy tweaks his nose. He reaches up to do the same to her, she tickles under his arms briefly, and his laughter once again lights the quiet corners of their apartment.

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #peraltiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #ticklish!jake #amy is just me in this one i wont even lie #i just!!! love them!!!#also i dont think ive written anything with even the tamest of kink structures (safe words and asking for it etc) in a while if ever?#idk it was nice #i was gonna post this tomorrow but i figured i'd give myself a little serotonin boost and finish it tonight instead :)

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lvckyuh · 1 year

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The Brooklyn 99 Dad’s

+ flats, close ups and one I didn’t like so it’s here

#kevin cozner #raymond holt #b99 #b99 fanart #my art #brooklyn 99 #andre braugher #marc evan jackson #our dads #i love them so much #also there’s this san junipero fic I love

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cantsaythetword · 9 months

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For the Christmas prompts, 19, with both parts, for Destiel possibly? Only if you want ofc ^^

Christmas in July - Devilish Angel

~A/N - [EDIT: Well I guess this one is going to be up early lmao. I accidentally hit post on my phone instead of save as draft so here you go lol.]

CHRISTMAS IN JULY IS ALMOST OVER :(((((

Apologies again for the super uncreative title BUT I'm keen for this fic hehehehehe.

Hope it's ok happy!!! <3

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

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Living on the road definitely had a lot of drawbacks.

Inconsistent housing, crappy junk diet, constant exhaustion from driving long hours. It definitely took it's toll. But, at the same time, it certainly made you appreciate the little luxuries in life.

Luxuries such as sleep ins. Early mornings where Dean would usually be on his way to the next job, but instead was half-asleep amongst the covers and pillows on the lumpy motel bed.

He groggily blinked his eyes, settling his vision on the man sitting on the couch to his left. Clearly he hadn't heard Cas fly inside, so the angel must have been sitting there for a while.

"Mornin' handsome." Dean mumbled with a grin, one arm dangling down the side of the bed. "Didn't hear you come in."

Cas smiled gently. "You sleep very soundly."

Dean gave a soft laugh. "Helps that I've got a guardian angel looking out for me."

Cas shook his head. Even in his half-conscious state Dean was such a flirt.

"Now get over here, I hardly ever get to cuddle you in the mornings."

Standing up from the sofa, Cas made his way towards the bed and climbed under the covers. As the two of them cuddled closer, Cas shifted his legs against Dean's. The moment his feet made contact though, Dean gave an audible shudder.

"Damnit Cas are you angels cold blooded or sumthin'?"

While Cas would normally apologise for any discomfort he may cause, Dean's legs were ridiculously warm - and the perfect place to nestle his feet. Cas wriggled his toes against Dean's thigh, purely trying to tease the hunter with the cold.

But it wasn't the temperature that made Dean recoil with a squeaky giggle.

"Gehet your freheezing ass feet off me." He pushed Cas's torso away, trying to squirm as best he could under the blanket.

With a grin, Cas poked and curled his toes even more against poor Dean's legs. The man broke into more giggles, yelping when a particularly cold patch of skin met his own.

"Cahahas!"

"What's the matter Dean, I'm just warming my feet up?" Castiel asked, the small smirk on his face betraying his innocent act.

"No yohohou're nohot!!"

Deciding his feet weren't quite getting enough of a reaction, Cas latched his thumbs onto Dean's hipbones and began to rub.

"CAHAHAHAS NOHOHO!"

"I'm sorry Dean, I didn't realise you were this ticklish!"

"LIHIHIAHAR!"

Cas's cruel hip torture was short lived, as Dean was forced into a surrender after only a few moments.

"Now my legs are cold." Dean huffed after catching his breath, though the remnants of a grin remained on his face.

"I could always warm you up..." Cas smirked, and his offer was accompanied by the rustling of his wings unfolding.

Dean didn't have a chance to reply, and the moment Cas's feathers made contact, the hunter knew he was fucked.

#destiel tickle fic #supernatural tickle fic #crow's christmas in july 2023 #i think i slightly posted these out of order but ITS OK i hope u like it happy ❤️❤️❤️#also the tags you left on my b99 fic 🥺🥺🥺 youre too nice omfg made me all soft !!!#lots of love to the you

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firenati0n · 4 months

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me when I open my wip and the outline hasn't written itself overnight

#idk how the fuck people outline fics lmao #what does that entail #I'm just winging it tbh #not the best move #rwrb #fics #b99 #writing #roop writes #my post

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benwvatt · 1 day

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WIP Title Ask Meme

Prompt: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(I am going to bend these rules!!!!)

tagged by the amazing @beachy--head.

tagging @siobhanbooks @gordopickett @chocomd @firenati0n @tinyarmedtrex

@kaalee @gayrootvegetable @nostradamus0 and anyone else who wants to join!

alright here we go! I am a wonderful mix of chaotic and poetic fic titles.

tracyyyyyyyyyy

hey, for what it's worth, i think you saved my life

vampire AU poem letter 11April2024

/ pina colada murder ballad

[meta] virgin river and disability representation

/ kuzotara

// lucifer ducks

// picking at my lips

// vampire prequel thingy

/Chinese!Henry

/cma

Benwvatt RBB fic (Eureka boys)

beta version blankity blank

Ella Minnow Pea story

Firstprince Severance AU (RWRB)

jilliam smth

messy poetry - benwvatt

t4t catherine/arthur fic idea

three chords & the truth

/vampire AU extra - Nick's a mirror

bluesey 1

fire escapes

smth nina

Wedding Singer AU - Ideas

misc graham x karen

#fanfic #tag games #writing #benwvatt #i am going to make EVERYTHING about tracy stevens from here on out #i adore her #also PLEASE feel free to send asks about any of these fics! I love talking about them #rip b99 wedding singer fic. someday you may be published. in decades.#THEY WON'T LET ME TAG MORE THAN 5 PEOPLE ON A SINGLE LINE??? UGHHH. broken hyperlinked my beloathed

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daughter-of-melpomene · 28 days

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𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐔𝐄𝐑

❝ Nicky was used to not being “normal”. He’d been diagnosed as autistic at the tender age of eleven, and from that point on had been the subject of many hateful looks and uncreative taunts from his neurotypical classmates, who apparently thought that having an autistic person among them was the worst kind of injustice. Nicky had then been disowned and thrown out of the house at the age of seventeen by his fervently religious parents, who apparently could accept an autistic son but not a gay one, and had been forced to rely on the kindness of his friends’ families for a place to stay until he had graduated high school and won a university scholarship that allowed him to stay in a dorm on campus.

Years after graduating from university and the police academy and finally becoming a detective like he’d always dreamed, Nicky was transferred to Brooklyn’s ninety-ninth precinct, where he expected to once again be treated like a strange outsider by his “normal” co-workers. But to his utter surprise, Nicky quickly found himself one of the only sensible people in his new workplace, at least compared to Jake Peralta’s chaotic antics, his captain’s general incompetence, and... literally everything that went on with Hitchcock and Scully.

But now the Nine-Nine has a new captain, a much more serious one who promises to finally knock some sense into this madhouse of a precinct. However, Jake continues to resist Holt’s attempts at forcing him to act responsibly, Rosa continues to be a stoic lover of weapons and violence, and Nicky? He continues to be an awkward mess of bad jokes and fidget toys who has a hopeless crush on his most chaotic co-worker.

Maybe Nicky’s life, and Nicky himself, will never be “normal”. But, maybe, that’s not as bad a thing as he’s always lead himself to believe. ❞

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand, @ginnystilinski-reblogs, @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @impales, @claryxjackson, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @eddysocs, @lucys-chen, @ocappreciationtag. (Also tagging @manyfandomocs.)

#my ocs #reintroducing my ocs #ch: nicky bauer #oc: nicky bauer #fic: paper rings #queerocs #ocapp #ocappreciation #ochub #allaboutocs #fyeahbrooklynninenineocs #brooklyn nine-nine oc #b99 oc

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andyis-sandy · 1 month

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okay so, i just read this fic and it drove me insane.

ive been perusing through the kevin and jake centric fics on ao3 since i finished the show, because i like the different possibilities that their dynamic has. mixed with the dynamic between holt and jake, i think there are a lot of interesting ways the relationship can develop. and ive mostly been reading the more found family type stuff in that category, because im a sucker for that shit.

but this fic was absolutely insane. i will admit, i fucking love time loop/groundhog day type of shit in fics. but this one blew my mind (hah).

i will be talking more specifically about the fic below, so if you havent read it and intend to, be wary of spoilers.

theres something about the mental processes that kevin goes through, the manic speeding through days, the way he, over time, starts to become more and more comfortable with the reality of the things hes doing. the desensitization of it all. theres something sorta poetic about the way he processes things as the loops drag on.

at first theres determination. the attempts to stop the loop, playing all the scenarios. hes very methodical with it closer to the beginning. but the real fun is when he starts to get a bit "messier" with his days.

i love the scenes of kevin talking with murphy, the progression of it all as murphy seemingly remembers more and more of the previous loops.

hell, even before this, with jake remembering little things. one of my favorite little details is jake remembering how to play chess after the looped day of kevin teaching him, and branching off of that, the way that, subconsciously, the relationship between the two of them grows throughout the earlier loops. i like the subtlety of of, how its never called to attention in an obvious way. but theres a bond building there, the residual feelings bleeding through the loops.

but back to murphy. i love the way this pairings relationship builds throughout the story as well, the trust that murphy builds towards kevin as more looped days pass, and he remembers more from them.

but moving past that, more towards the idea as a whole, i really like the concept itself. its different than other groundhog day type things that ive read, in the way that eventually, youre fed the idea that whats happening isnt a time loop at all. that all these variations of kevin, in body at least, are different. thats its kevins original mind body hopping into these different realities. i love the way he realizes this, after all that hes done. after the "looped" day where he killed holt and jake himself, especially. the way that kevin is left to think over the consequences of his actions under the umbrella of this multiverse theory. the idea that he had left that version of the people he knew to deal with the aftermath of this murder-suicide situation.

i feel like i could definitely say more about all of this, but its long as shit rn, so ill just leave it at this. if youre into b99, read the fic, hell, even if youre not, you dont need to know much about it for this, just the basis that is already set up fairly well. its a good read, one of the best fics ive read in a hot minute.

#brooklyn 99 #b99 #fanfiction #NOT MY FIC

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feeisamarshmallow · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago Characters: Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Original Peralta-Santiago Child(ren), The Whole Nine Nine Squad, Original Characters Additional Tags: Jake-centric, Post canon, Introspection, Jake Peralta Has ADHD, Writer!Jake Peralta

Summary:

There's a new thought in his brain. A little whisper of he didn't have to become a cop and maybe there was another path.

Or, Jake publishes his action-adventure-crime series when he’s 65 years old. But the path to becoming a published author started much before that.

#here's my fic!!!#brooklyn nine nine fanfic #b99 fanfic #brooklyn nine nine #fee writes stuff

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bossyladies · 10 months

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✧ ֢ ( 🗽 👮‍♀️ ) ۪ ׂ CONCRETE JUNGLE ── Brooklyn 99

He has a big nose A crooked smile A very questionable mood But that's how I like it

✧ ֢ ( 🗽 👮‍♀️ ) ۪ ׂ song: Sorriso Torto - Livs

✧ ֢ ( 🗽 👮‍♀️ ) ۪ ׂ tag: @rebloggingocs @samwilsonns @stardustocs @starlit-ocs @allaboutocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @ocappreciationtag @ocappreciation @foxesandmagic @hiddenqveendom @iloveocs @anotherocsblog @eddysocs

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acespacedweller · 5 months

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here's a silly little thing i wrote at work today!

#my writing #spirk #s'chn t'gai spock #james t kirk #k/s #Hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #star trek #star trek fic #tos #aos #crack fic #b99 #i guess lol

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tickle-bugs · 1 year

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coukd u maybe do a b99, maybe jake teases amy at work by just poking her sides then amy gets revenge when they get home ?

Poking the Bear

For the record, Jake loves his girlfriend. He just also really, really loves messing with her. She makes it easy.

“Hey, Ames. Can you pass me that box? Yep, that one.” He points up at the upper shelf in the evidence locker, knowing damn well Amy can just barely reach it. She stretches up onto her tiptoes, pulling the box closer to the edge of the shelf with small brushes of her fingertips. Jake watches the movement of her hands for a little too long.

When the box reaches the shelf’s edge, Jake crowds right behind her. She instinctively leans back into him--which, wow, that’s adorable--and uses his presence to keep herself from losing her balance.

He pokes her sides. Her squeak echoes like a gunshot.

“Jake.” She whirls around and grabs his hands.

“Amy.” He gives her his most innocent stare. “Still need that box, babe.”

She narrows her eyes at him. He smiles.

Amy slowly, slowly, reaches up for the box, eyes flicking rapidly over her shoulder to ensure Jake isn’t up to shenanigans. When she has the box securely in her hands, he pokes her sides again. She drops it with a yelp. He picks up the box as if nothing happened, as if she weren’t boring holes into the side of his head with her eyes.

“Thanks.” He kisses her temple and squeezes past her, not even bothering to hide his smirk.

…

“‘Scuse me.” Jake gives Amy’s sides a few pinches. Amy giggles--giggles!--and bumps into Rosa in her effort to escape. Rosa and Jake lock eyes for a moment.

“Jake,” Amy hisses, her face blooming an adorable pink. She swats his shoulder.

“Amy.” Jake holds an affronted hand to his chest. She glares, her nose scrunching just slightly as she tries to explode his head with her mind. Jake fights the temptation to kiss her nose.

Jake slips some cash into the vending machine and gives it a good kick for an extra bag of chips. He tosses it to Rosa and she catches it one handed, popping the bag neatly at the top with the force of her grip. Jake pauses to admire her handiwork, pokes Amy again, and swiftly flees the breakroom. He just narrowly ducks out of her grasp, but her squeal tells him that she couldn’t escape Rosa’s.

Amy’s laughter follows Jake out into the bullpen. His heart soars with it.

…

“Jacob Peralta.” The door slams open. Amy kicks off her shoes and leaps onto the bed.

“Hey honey, how was your--Amy, we can talk about thihihis!” Jake cackles as Amy tazes his sides, moving up and down in erratic patterns. He grabs her wrists for something to hold onto.

“Go ahead, talk.” Amy readjusts herself on his legs. Jake splutters and stares up at her, any coherent defense of his character lost to the sight of her hovering over him, her hair tumbling in loose waves down her shoulders. She rests her fingers in points on his stomach, still but threatening. God, she’s so pretty--focus, Peralta.

She raises an eyebrow. Jake whines and covers his face.

“That’s what I thought.” She vibrates her fingers into his stomach. His whole body jumps and he plummets into belly-laughter, the kind that makes him curl like a shrimp and wave his hands around.

“You have some nerve when you’re the one who’s deathly ticklish.” Amy tries to sneak her hands up to his armpits, but he clamps his elbows tightly down. This only traps her fingers on his ribs, but he’ll take it. He’d like not to die tonight.

“I am not!” Jake gasps, but the goofy smile on his face isn’t helping his case. Amy squeezes his sides. Jake makes a noise not unlike a squeaky toy, complete with a bouncy giggle, and Amy has the audacity to coo at him.

“You sure? Because this--” Another squeeze, and Jake actually snorts-- “Says otherwise.”

“You sound like the Pillsbury dough boy.” Amy snickers. Jake lets out a garble of syllables and curls up again, but Amy pinches at his stomach until he uncurls. He throws his head back into the pillows and kicks his legs. She finds a seam of muscle near his sides and curls her fingers into it, scritching with reckless abandon. Jake squeals and flops around.

“If you wanted me to do this, you could’ve just asked,” Amy murmurs in his ear, her smile curling past his pinkened ears. He squeaks in a way that would put their tea kettle to shame and hides his face again.

This is one of the best parts of their relationship. The way she knows him inside and out.

“Y-You are going to kill me, ohmygod.” His voice comes out at a higher pitch than he would have thought possible.

“You’ll live,” Amy says sweetly, jamming her thumbs into the creases of his hips. Jake’s life flashes before his eyes as he shrieks. He arches his back near-snapping as his laughter plummets into silence.

“Amy! T-Tickles!” His laughter rockets back to life, laced with hiccups. Amy laughs with him and it’s the only thing his melting brain can focus on besides her evil fingers.

She slows her hands, indulging in the full-body jumps she can coax from him with a poke nearly anywhere. His giggles swirl around them both. He throws an arm over his face as he reacquaints himself with oxygen.

Poke. Jake jumps and giggles, laughing more at himself and the situation than the touch. Amy must be able to tell too—she chuckles at him and smooths her palms over his chest.

“I have seven brothers. You will not win this war.” She points at him very sternly. He leans up for a kiss and she indulges him, but that brings her finger right into his ribs and then they’re both snickering again.

As Jake’s laughter dies down, the grin stays, morphing into something mischievous and a bit devilish.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try.” He flips them over, scooping a squealing Amy into his arms and plunging willingly into the throes of revenge for the sweet laughter of his love.

#my fics #peraltiago #ticklish!jake #jake peralta #ticklish!amy #amy santiago #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #they are everything to me do you hear me. everything.#haven't seen the show in a while so sorry if they're a little off! but this was so fun to write #truly a couple that feels like coming home

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lvckyuh · 2 years

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Shawn x Raymond

The Good Place x B99 AU

Dialogue of chapter 2 based in this fic

If you have a fav fic or your own fic you want drawn comment or dm or suggest them🗿

Writers Tumblr @luftnarp-writes-things

#kevin cozner #b99 #raymond holt #shawn tgp #the good place #tgp #i tried to draw it like it was in the show #also I don’t think this acc is active anymore so sorry if I disturb #COMMENT or DM me if you want me to draw a scene in a certain fic pls #dude Shawn x Raymond is amazing #sorry I didn’t draw Janet lol got a tad lazy there jk I got very lazy #b99 fanart #b99 fics #Kevin x Raymond #marc evan jackson #andre braugher #my art

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bookishlilcorner · 2 years

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ACOTAR incorrect quotes (pt. 2)

Cassian and Azriel driving on a mission (Agents of Night and Starlight AU).

Cassian: We’re dr-driving in a-

Cassian & Azriel: CAR!

Azriel: Destination drug dealer’s-

Cassian & Azriel: BAR!

Cassian: Pass the mic right over to-

Cassian & Azriel: MOR!

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Azriel: We forgot Mor.

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mamaspidershit · 1 year

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i am screeching into my pillow like one of those teens girls in movies when they want to be dramatic. yall are so sweet <3 and also im always here for anyone if they need a beta or just someone to ramble about their fic ideas!

#i pray none of u find my old pjo fic #or that one b99 one i wrote #oh no #it was so bad #i orphaned all of them awhile ago when one of my friends found it #also if i beta yalls fics that means i dont need to write #win/win #as u can see i go off topic alot #uhhh #:p #rowansrambles

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