#peraltiago fluff

[letsperaltiago]

did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? |jake x amy|

Some canon-compliant early relationship fluff (aka. one of my all time fave tropes) for you all :') And yes that hand-holding-article is real ahah. Prompt: "you can kiss me, you know." + "don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. " Words: 3.3k Rated: G

Leaving Shaw’s, she’d intended to stay away; the bar, the precinct, the mess, just everything, was to be left behind. Between depressing messages of hope, Yoghurt-mourning speeches, and then Jake’s… weird but also very sweet declaration of intentions on stage, it’d all been a tad too much for her. Primarily the latter. Jake. Gosh, if there was one thing she wanted more than anything it was to be with him. Easily and simply. Alas, the Vulture made it more than hard: impossible. How could she accept Jake be demoted for her? A girl he’d dated for 6 six days. Sure, there’d been almost two years of mutual, however staggered, idiotic pining which gave their new thing, relationship, whatever it was, some sort of emotional precedence, but still it seemed irrational and unnecessary that she’d have to cost him his dream job. No way. Not on her watch. 

Which is exactly why she’d fled the scene. Not because of Jake telling her (and every other mourner in the bar) that six days together had been enough for him to know that they had something special, and that he wouldn’t give up on them because all he cared about was being with her. See that actually made her blush like a school girl, a flock of butterflies set free in her belly in the best and most horrible way at the same time, because that was probably when she really realized how serious Jake was about them… about her. It scared her. How did Jake Childman Peralta go from being her annoying colleague to suddenly showing, even publicly declaring (officially to his dead boss, that is) that he cared more about her than his own dream? It scared the hell out of her but in a good kind of way. Scary with Jake somehow felt good, and if it wasn’t for their dirtbag of a boss she’d been grabbing Jake’s hand and jumped off whatever cliff she and Jake were currently standing on. 

Dead end. That’s what they were. She could see it in his eyes as he approached her with careful steps, catching her in the midst of packing her things. The hopelessness of the situation, their very own Gordian knot, sucked the courage out of his otherwise always bold and bright eyes as he confessed to being all out of plans and didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t a lot he got to say before Captain Holt had interrupted their despairing deliberation. Nevertheless, unmistakably and clear as day, it was all she needed to know and deep down already knew: Jake really cared about her and she about him… even more than she’d initially admitted to her still somewhat apprehensive self. 

After getting their asses saved, quote Holt himself, Amy saw the light and liveliness instantly come back to Jake’s eyes, the darkest dreadful brown shadows of his irises driven away by gleeful hazelly highlights. Having previously felt as if she was the Greek titan Atlas carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, now knowing that nothing would stand in the way of them being together, the immense weight melted away in an instance. If Holt hadn’t been there and they weren’t in the middle of a buzzing precinct, she would’ve jumped into Jake’s arms and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Relief rushed through her veins, her blood circulating in a surge that reminded her that this was what feeling alive truly felt like. It could in no world, past life or parallel universe be wrong to be with Jake if it made her feel like this. 

It was safe to say that Holt had already had his fair share of drama and drinks that day. Thus, after giving the two a nod and discrete look of delight (which by Holt-standards was equal to a blinding smile), he bid them a rest of the evening and trotted off to get a cab home to Kevin and Cheddar. 

Then there was two. Just the two of them. 

Jake turned to look at her, offering her thoughtful eyes and an amused smirk which let her know he had something in mind. She didn’t care what. Not in the sense that she didn’t care about what he was thinking; in the sense that he could tell her anything, as  lame, crazy, boring, weird or whatever it might be, and she would gladly listen. 

“Bar?”

“Definitely,” she grinned back, forgetting how she had cursed that place just 30 minutes ago. Amused and damning her blood for so shamelessly running to and ehancing her cheeks everytime he as much as looked her way. Before she could reach for her bag, he’d beat her to it and held the black leather tote by its long handles. His arm and hand came to the perfect length, she thought eyeing how the bag hung just two inches above the ground. 

“C’mon,” he uttered, playfully hitting her knee with her bag, then reaching out for her hand with his free one. The skin was soft, warm, perhaps even alien still but in way in which she couldn’t wait for it to feel familiar. His hand held hers, his palm facing downwards into hers, and this very specific article she’d once read in a women’s magazine about what different kinds of handholding meant popped into her mind. This kind of handhold, palm against palm, fingers wrapped around the other’s hand, was often a protective handhold where the person whose palm faced downward had the protective role. It was silly, she knew, but right then as he towed her with him into the now dark streets of Brooklyn, she liked the thought of it being true. 

Consequently, the recent return of good news brought them back to scene they’d fled from just 30 minutes ago. The bar was still crowded, mostly occupied by half-drunk officers and higher ranked officials, and the doomsday atmosphere from earlier had disappeared along with Dozermanns framed picture and the mic - which was probably for the best, Amy thought as they made their way to the bar to place their orders. 

“Beer?” he leaned against the bar.

“Beer,” she confirmed back, copying his pose and smiling at the sight of him carefully placing her bag on the stool next to him, keeping on hand on top of it meanwhile the other was used to signal two fingers. 

“Two beers, Hank.”

Hank nodded in approval. 

“I’ll just put my bag in the car, Jake. It’s annoying to have to look after it.” 

His head snapped to look at her. 

“It’s really no problem, Ames. Really.” He smiled softly and patted the soft, black leather. 

“You’re cute.” Gosh, he really was. Especially standing there in his nice uniform, handsome features highlighted by the glow of the bar’s twinkle lights. It sometimes rushed over her like a tidal wave just how cute he was and, honestly,  it made her head spin a little. “But I’ll put it in the car.” 

She grabbed one of the straps, about to pull, however Jake was quicker grabbing the other. Suddenly stuck in a tug-of-war of sorts, each their own strap with the rest of the bag dangling in the middle. Their eyes locked in with the others. She cocked a dark eyebrow challenging his actions. Jake on his side didn’t speak up and simply kept looking at her, eyes shining with mischief, a certain warmth and dreamy enchantment she wasn’t quite used to handling yet. Thus they stood there, neither of them letting go nor saying anything, one second after the other passing by as the sound of clinking glasses, laughter, music, and popped bottles subdued. Somehow, to her, it was just the two of them at that moment.

“What are you doing?” she chuckled, never letting her eyes slip from his.

For a moment he said nothing, simply keeping his eyes entangled with hers, shining with something so strong it had her blush coming right back to her cheeks - or had it ever really left? How could a couple of brown eyes, a pair he’d known for so long and looked into a million times before, shake her to her core like they did now? 

“Don’t mind me - just enjoying the view." He broke his silence. Distracted by the newfound charming smirk plastered on his face (the kind where it was mostly one corner doing the smiling while the other curled playfully) she failed to pay attention to anything else, and to her surprise, she suddenly felt a strong tug on the strap in her hand. Being taken off guard of course resulted in her body being roughly drawn across the space between the two, and she couldn’t tell if it was his plan. Whether or not it was, she, as a result of the sudden tug, felt her chest bump into his. If it hadn’t been for their reflexes telling their necks to yield back to avoid their heads bumping together, bleeding noses would definitely have been served. Instead, chins tugged bak from the yielding, they found themself inches from being nose tip to nose tip. His hands had instinctively flown to grab her hips to save her from tumbling further, and Amy could feel her breath hitch in her throat, taken back by the sudden move and the sudden proximity between them. It was when she was about to look at him and tell him off with a stupid, awkward joke that he noticed his lightly agape mouth and eyes drifting down to admire her lips. So close. They were so close, his always minty breath touching her face. 

Her cheeks must’ve been fiery red by now. How had she ever gone so long without giving in to him when her body reacted so strongly to his presence? 

She’d been pretty sure he didn’t do it consciously, however, still, she became even more aware of their very suddenly intimate position once his thumb slowly swept across her hipbone 

Yup, now she was definitely blushing. Speechless too, which was silly because, during the little less than a week they’d been dating, he’d been doing his fair share of shameless flirting and touching. Yes, that had mostly been in the privacy of either of their apartments. Never out in public amongst their peers which perhaps must’ve had him panicking a bit on the inside. From the look in his eyes she could tell the very exact moment he realized that a flirtatious punchline had slid right off his tongue and into the open air of what could be considered a work event. They’d talked a lot, like a lot, about worries, conserving mixing pleasure and business, pro-fer-sonal, as Jake liked to call it. It was mostly her worrying: she didn’t wanna risk getting in trouble or sabotaging her life-plan with any missteps. Even though he loved teasing her about it, he also respected it, which was now obviously showing on his face. His previously so mischievous smile was replaced by a nervous biting of his lips, a wistful gaze transformed into nervousness, and she could tell he was recalculating everything in his mind at a million miles per hour - or at least trying to. He was without a doubt trying to figure out if he’d crossed a line, and, if so, how he’d undo it.

Any other day in the past she would’ve probably turned to the easy solution: playfully pushed him off and hit him with a tongue-in-cheek comment. Today felt different. After spending a week holding their breaths and walking on eggshells around the Vulture, questioning everything they felt and had now finally given in, it’d feel so wrong to play it off cool and collected, acting as if they weren’t together because… they were. They were finally together for real; it’s what they’d been fighting for so long. Both each had their own respective battles but also their collective battle against the Vulture which only proved that they’re the best team. In more than just the professional way now, and this she had to allow herself to give in to. 

She heard hin swallow nervously, eyes switching between the ground, her eyes, and her lips. Around them, no one seemed to notice. The two of them. This was just the two of them, Amy reminded herself, and that was all that mattered. 

“You can kiss me, you know?” Tumbled out of her before she could overthink and regret it, which must’ve taken both herself and Jake by surprise. His before fly-swallowing gaping lips shut like a mousetrap and finally, she felt his eyes focus on hers once more. No constant moving, nothing, just his eyes looking into hers. Thump, she heard, as he let her bag fall to the ground. Strong fingers dug into the flesh of her hips with newfound confidence and she could tell that he finally hit that “screw this”-realization as well. He leaned in, covering the tiny bit of remaining space between them, and even then, just her luck, she could see his lips curl back into a smile.

“Oh yeah,” he cocked his eyebrows. “Lucky me,” he whispered just so he could feel lips ghosting against her before he, finally, drew her in entirely and welcomed her lips with his. As if they hadn’t already done a good amount of kissing, they were sucked into a tiny bubble of their own where nothing nor no one mattered. Their lips danced perfectly in sync, shifting between drawing in and fighting for dominance, to a melody that couldn’t be heard but could instead be felt. In that very moment, upon raising herself to stand on the tip of her toes and slide her hands around his neck, Amy had never been happier. Even in a crowded bar of colleagues and superiors, she couldn’t care less what people thought. For so long she’d yearned to know what Jake Peralta what feel and taste like, and now she could finally explore it whenever she wanted. For how long they stood like that, her bag thrown to the ground, his hands on her waist, her hands stroking his neck, she had no idea. It was slow, sweet, caring, nothing urgent or inappropriate, everything she needed and wanted. Each kiss was its own little earthquake. 

Sure, they did suffer some teasing, cat calling and whistling from their friends once they found them in a booth in the back corner of the bar. Knowing it was all with good intentions, they laughed it off, and for once, rather than it being Amy, it was Jake’s cheeks showing fifty shades of red. The evening proceeded as always, but better, Amy thought, as they played footsies under the table as Boyle told some absurd cuisine-related story. Two hours later she felt equally happy when leaving Rosa and Charles behind at the bar, not a single care in the world-like, as they made their way to her car parked in the precinct garage. They were joking, laughing at some lame joke he’d pulled out of thin air when suddenly he halted.

“Ames, your bag?”

“My bag?” she frowned at him when suddenly she realized that neither she nor he carried it. “Oh sh-”

“Hey, don’t worry! It’s probably still in the booth. Go ahead to the car and I’ll meet you there. Okay?” ” He smiled, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Her eyes softened as she offered him a thankful smile back. How did she get so lucky?

“Thank you.”

 All Amy could do was smile to herself as she watched him jog back to the bar. She even found herself standing there for a moment after he’d disappeared into the dark, wondering just how she ever lived a life without this version of Jake Peralta in her life. Once reached her car, leaning against the side of it to wait, she took out her phone and gave into the mindnumbing act of scrolling through whatever social media timeline was the hype then and there. That’s when a text notification at the top of her screen caught her eye. 

Rosa Diaz: jake overheard a group of beat cops talking about you guys. he stomped out of the bar like an angry child lol 

Amy frowned at the message. What was going on and where was Jake? She wasn’t left wondering for too long. The sound of steps came closer, fast, and she just barely managed to recognize Jake’s figure before he’d dropped her bag on the ground next to her and pulled her into a kiss. Not just any kiss. A deep, warm, pushed-up-against-the-side of-her car-kind of kiss that had her toes curled in her uniform shoes. He didn’t seem angry or any kind of mood to worry about, however, something had definitely added some kind of fuel to his fire. The garage was dead silent, only the increasing intensity and loudness of their breathing could be heard. Amy felt swept off her feet, caught in a perfect storm where his body was the hurricane and their lips battled in the eye of it. Hands on her waist, feeling and stroking it with care, nails and fingers caught in his brown locks. She smiled and she felt him smile back, even though the intensity and lust of the moment. Deep down he’d always be a big softie. 

He pulled back a bit, breaking them apart, only to gaze into her eye with awe and admiration as if they hadn’t just spent the last couple of days being together. There was admiration, lust, and warmth, shining in them. Somehow the kiss had felt like a milestone, some sort of first kiss, in a way she couldn’t quite put a finger on. 

“You okay?” she whispered smiling, bopping the tip of his nose with her own in comfort. “Rosa texted me saying you stomped off.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but she could tell he felt embarrassed. 

“Nothing.”

“That kiss wasn’t nothing, Peralta.” She teased with a grin. 

“It was really good, huh? Our first kiss as a non-threatened and non-soon-to-be-extinct couple.” Two could play that game. 

“Wow, so dark... and yes, it definitely was really good. Not gonna lie.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “But tell me what it was all about.”

“It was all about me being grossly obsessed with you.” He grinned and jabbed the sides of her waist, causing her to jump and giggle, caught in between his arms and the car. 

“Jake,” she scolded softly, impossible to help it when her smile stayed stuck on her face. 

He sighed, removing one hand from the side of her car to rub her forehead. “It was nothing, really. Just overheard some clowns talk about how bummed they were to find out that I’d … and I quote, “won you over by sheer luck”.” 

Oh… so people had noticed them, huh? Expecting herself to panic, overthinking what people would say or think, Amy was surprised by how calm and rather amused she felt upon hearing what had happened. It was as if it didn’t matter anymore. They were together, after all. 

“Oh, okay,” she nodded, not knowing what to say. Was he mad? Annoyed? Was she supposed to comment on it? 

“So I…” he bit his lip, pausing to think, “I just wanted to get back to you and really appreciate the luck that got me here.” The smile on his face was back, all restrains and tension about the situation, which he knew was more than silly, melted away. “Like wow, I just had to get back to you and appreciate how I get to just… kiss you whenever and wherever? And get to have these fans slash beat cops cheering us on?”

He smirked proudly and all Amy could do was laugh.  “You really are the lucky one, huh?” 

“I am, Ames. I really am. Also, so sorry for just jumping you. Should’ve thought that through - Brooklyn after dark isn’t exactly a safe haven.” 

“Don’t worry.” She smirked as she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him into her, leaning her back against the car. Lips just far enough apart to not touch, she whispered “We’re both the lucky ones - that’s all that matters, Peralta.”

#not beta'ed sorry the mess:)))) #peraltiago #fic #fanfic #jake and amy #jake x amy #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 #peralta #santiago #oneshot #fluff

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta & Amy Santiago Characters: Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Charles Boyle, Ray Holt, Terry Jeffords (mentioned), Doug Judy (mentioned), Trudy Judy (mentioned), Kate Peralta (mentioned), Kevin Cozner (mentioned), Michael Hitchcock (Mentioned), Norm Scully (mentioned) Additional Tags: Fluff, Tumblr Prompt Summary:

Prompt Writing: "Did it hurt?" *grin* "When I fell from heaven?" "No, when you fell from that chair."

What happened after our heroes saved Shaw's Bar in season 6 episode 5? Basically Jake trying to get his wife and friends home after they all got drunk out of their minds to defeat the NYFD.

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Sooo, it’s been a while, but I did a little something.

I’ve had this in my drafts for about a year now and finally got the inspiration to finish it. There’s so much fanfiction lost on my computer that’ll never see the zeros and ones of a real fanfiction website just because I’m never satisfied with anything.

But well, here’s some fun with the gang and Peraltiago fluff for all of you. I hope you like it.

#brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #peraltiago #fanfiction #fluff #prompt writing

[yellowjackles]

jake peralta one-shots chapter two: threats

summary: jake gets threatening phone calls from an enemy and they make him do things that piss everyone off, until one day he is taken by them. there's a ton of angst but fluff at the end!

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All Jake wanted was a break.

He and Rosa had been working nonstop in what seemed to be an unsolvable case. But they’d been detectives for a while, so they knew that at some point the answer would come around. At the moment, though, Jake would spend most of the time thinking about the case, stressed, and no matter what the conversation was, he managed to end up talking about it and how frustrating it was becoming.

Amy put an end to his paranoia when she surprised him with Die Hard and pizza that night. He really needed to relax. He deserved to. And there was no better way to do it other than spending a night watching his favorite movie with his favorite food and his favorite person.

But Jake didn’t get to relax. “I’m just gonna change my shirt,” he said loudly as he entered their bedroom.

“Okay!” Amy yelled back, waiting for him at the living room.

There was this feeling of excitement in his chest. Amy always knew how to comfort him when a case had him all tense and anxious. It had been a looong week.

Jake had only taken his shirt off when his phone rang. For a second, he imagined it would be Rosa, telling him she’d finally solved the case, and then he chastised himself for immediately going there.

But now – it was a number he didn’t recognize. Jake ignored it and rejected the call, then opening his drawer to pick a shirt. And again, his phone rang.

The same number. Jake rolled his eyes, who was bothering him? He rejected it again, but the third time it rang, a weird feeling of anxiety took over him. What if it did have something to do with the case? What if it was someone calling him to tell him a friend or family was injured?

If it was just an extortionist, he could simply hang up. “Hello?” Jake said after finally picking up the phone.

“Detective Jake Peralta.”

Jake frowned. The voice was distorted, too low. It was somebody trying to hide their identity. “Who’s calling?”

“You’re the reason Marco Silva is in jail.”

Jake’s stomach sank. This couldn’t be good news. “What do you want?”

“I want you to pay back.”

“Who—”

“I’m watching you, Peralta. I’m watching you and your girlfriend. I know all your relatives. I know who you care for, I know who you don’t want getting hurt.”

Jake’s hands were suddenly sweaty, trembling. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “We don’t need to… you don’t have to do this. Let’s discuss this, alright?”

“I didn’t call to negotiate. I called to tell you that I’m getting back at you. I’m going to make your life miserable.”

Jake felt sick. “Okay—don’t…” he took a deep breath, his mind racing with horrible thoughts. “Don’t hurt anyone. Please. I don’t… what do you want me to do?”

“You can start by labelling the case you’re working on as a cold case.”

Jake gulped. “But… it’s not.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Why don’t you fuck it up? Do whatever, just make everyone forget about it.”

“I don’t get to label the cases, I only—”

“God, you are stupid, aren’t you? I’m telling you, do whatever you have to, as long as it remains unsolved. Unless you want me to hurt Amy Santiago.”

Jake’s heart skipped a beat. “No. No, no – don’t you dare. Don’t even say her name.”

As if on cue, Amy’s voice came from the living room. “Babe? Everything okay?”

Jake stared at his phone. Whoever called him had hung up. Jake’s stomach felt uneasy, and the thought of having to go to the living room and pretend everything was okay sounded like a nightmare.

“Yup!” he screamed back, but his voice was all shaky. Amy would figure that something was wrong as long as she saw him. And if she knew, her life could be in danger.

“Alright, think,” Jake told himself, breathing quickly.

Nobody could know about that. Maybe he should just obey. Dropping a case – that wasn’t so hard, was it? It was definitely worth it, if it meant saving his loved ones’ lives.

Jake made his way to the living room and felt worse when he saw the movie was ready to start playing, snacks all over the coffee table. The living room smelled of pizza and candy. And Amy was there, under a duvet, laughing at some picture on her phone. Usually, that would have been Jake’s heaven. But that phone call had taken it all away so suddenly.

“Hey, what took so long?” Amy asked him softly, making room for him on the couch.

“Um, Ames…”

“Something wrong?” she asked, and like Jake predicted, clearly she was already onto him.

“Yeah, I don’t feel so well,” he lied nervously. “I think I’m just too tired. Maybe we could leave this for some other day.”

The disappointment on Amy’s face broke his heart. “Seriously? But… I mean, if you’re too tired, I shouldn’t push you. But I thought this would help you relax.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just… I don’t know. I feel really tired.”

“Do you at least want some pizza? You love pizza.”

Jake’s appetite was dead. “I’m not hungry, Ames. I think I’m gonna go to bed…”

Amy seemed surprised. “Alright,” she said. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a bit pale.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Jake put on his best smile. “Sleeping will definitely make me feel better.”

Jake didn’t sleep at all, though. He flopped on their bed, laid on his side, and stared at the wall. At some point he heard Amy join him, then felt her weight on the mattress, and her fingers begin to stroke his hair. He always found that soothing, but not that night. He didn’t want anything to happen to her. Or to his mother, or Rosa, or Charles, or Gina, or Terry… there were so many people. So many.

Jake didn’t have an appetite in the morning either, but he knew Amy would get too suspicious if he didn’t eat anything.

He got a second call later in the precinct, and he felt immediately nauseous when he saw the number from the night before. He went into the records room to have some privacy.

“Yes?” he answered nervously.

“How’s that task going?”

Jake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just got the precinct, I haven’t even started working on the case.”

“Well, why don’t you hurry before Detective Diaz finds anything, huh?”

Jake’s stomach jumped at the mention of his friend. “I will,” he gritted out.

“I decided it won’t be enough if the case becomes a cold case. I need you to destroy the evidence.”

“What? How would I do that?”

“You figure it out. Get rid of the documents and evidence from that case. You have until the end of your shift.”

“That’s not fair!” Jake huffed, but none of that was fair to begin with. He really just wanted a break.

“Cry me a river. If it’s not done by nine—”

“I’ll do it,” Jake spat before someone else was threatened. His chest was filled with anxiety. “I’ll find a way to do it.”

“Good boy.”

They hung up. Jake wanted to smash his phone on the floor. How could he even destroy the evidence and make it look like an accident? What would Hitchcock and Scully do?

Jake remembered the time Hitchcock accidentally dropped coffee all over a case, and decided to go with that one. He got a cup of coffee from the kitchen, and then went to Rosa’s desk, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“Hey, Rosa,” he said awkwardly.

She glanced at him. “’Sup.”

“So uh… I was thinking. I could take a look at those files again. From the case.”

“What for? Did you find anything?”

“No, but… maybe I’ll find something this time.”

Rosa scowled, staring at him, and Jake felt incredibly nervous upon her gaze. The bad thing about all of his friends being detectives was that he couldn’t really hide anything from them.

“You alright, dude?” she asked. “You look like shit.”

“Ouch?”

“You can take a break from this case, you know. It’s driving you insane.”

“It’s not driving me insane,” Jake scoffed. “I just want to take a look at the files, can I not?”

Rosa scoffed too. “Fine. But I’ll check them out too. I got nothing else to do.”

Jake’s stomach turned as Rosa got the files and made her way to the briefing room. They’d gathered some data and pictures on a board, and all Jake could think of was that he’d have to ruin all of that evidence too.

He placed his coffee cup near the files on the table, then realized Rosa was saying something to him. Jake was sure that even if he’d tried, he wouldn’t have been able to pay attention.

“You sure you’re alright?” Rosa asked him. Her tone was flat as it always was, but he knew she was worried, at least enough to ask whatsoever.

“Yeah,” Jake said, frowning as if he didn’t know what she was talking about, but he was aware that he probably looked terrible because he hadn’t slept.

“Did you hear anything of what I said?”

“No…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who wanted to look at the case.”

“I’m sorry. Just tell me again.”

“Whatever. It didn’t matter.”

Rosa’s eyes then got lost in the pictures in front of them, and Jake recognized her expression: she’d just figured something out.

“Holy shit,” she muttered.

Jake then decided he couldn’t let her get any further with that, and pretended to stumble backward, dropping the coffee all over the files.

Rosa’s eyes went wide. “You idiot!”

“Sorry!” Jake stammered, and then she punched him on the arm. “Ow! That was an accident!”

Rosa growled angrily, picking the folder to check the files. “You’re lucky they’re just wet,” she huffed.

Fuck. They were still readable. He couldn’t let that happen, he couldn’t. “Let me see them,” Jake said, and tried to snatch them away from Rosa, but she held onto them, confused.

“No, dude, you already ruined them.”

“I want to see them,” Jake insisted, and pulled from the files.

Rosa pulled harder though, bewildered. “Hey, what the fuck, Jake?”

“Let me see them!” he yelled.

“You’re going to ruin them, you idiot!”

“Just give them to me!”

Suddenly, the paper ripped in half, weak because of the coffee. Rosa and Jake froze for a second, and then she glared at him furiously.

“What the fuck, Peralta?!”

Jake’s stomach twisted. Sure, this was all for his friends’ sake, but he didn’t like to put Rosa in a bad mood, as if she hadn’t been stressed about the case too.

“Oops,” Jake said dumbly.

“What’s going on in here?!” Terry’s voice boomed from behind Jake, and he startled, turning around to find his very angry sergeant.

“This idiot just destroyed all the files we had!” Rosa yelled angrily.

“Damn,” Terry said when he saw the state of the documents. “What the hell happened?”

“It was an accident!” Jake squealed.

Rosa exhaled sharply, hitting the table with her fist. “You’re so stupid sometimes,” she growled at Jake, and then stormed off.

Jake stayed there, feeling like the stupidest person in the world. Terry only gave him an odd look before walking away too, and Jake felt his phone buzz in his pocket. It was a text. Well done.

The text didn’t let Jake sleep that night either. He kept wondering how the hell did they knew he’d just destroyed the files? But at least that meant everyone would be alright.

“Babe, are you okay?”

Jake didn’t realize he’d zoned out again. He looked up at Amy, who was pouring herself some coffee. He leaned on the table of the break room, pensive.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You’ve been acting a bit weird since Monday.”

“No I haven’t.”

Amy huffed. “Well… Rosa was really angry because of what you did. She said it looked like you were out of it. And honestly… you do look very distracted.”

“Yeah, the case…” Jake scratched the back of his head.

“Maybe you could just let it go,” Amy suggested, sitting down next to him, and then she placed her hand on his tense own, rubbing with her thumb. “Sometimes that’s what we have to do. It won’t make you any less of the amazing detective you are.”

Jake stared at her sadly. “I love you so much.”

Amy smiled. “I love you too.”

She looked over her shoulder to check that nobody was watching and then kissed his hand. Even if they’d been dating for almost a year now, she still gave Jake butterflies, as cheesy as it sounded.

He watched her walk away to her desk, feeling the world crumble down around him. God, how he wished he didn’t care about her.

Wait… maybe that was it. He could pretend to stop caring about her. He could pretend to get in a fight with her, break up with her. As hurtful as that sounded… at least she would be fine.

Jake almost jumped on his seat when his phone rang again. He was beginning to really hate the sight of that stupid phone number on his screen.

He thought about answering with a ‘what do you want?’ but he couldn’t risk making someone who was threatening him mad. “Hello?”

“I have another task for you.”

“What is it?” Jake asked, nervous. “I got rid of the evidence, like you asked me to. Rosa dropped the case—”

“I know you and Detective Boyle are doing a bust today. I want you to injure him.”

Jake’s throat knotted. “What?”

“You heard me. Hurt him.”

“But…”

“What sounds better? Him being dead, or him having a broken leg? Your pick.”

Jake could see Charles working at his desk, with an absent-minded smile. His mind filled with awful images of his best friend being hurt.

“I get it,” Jake breathed. His stomach hurt. “I’ll… I’ll do it, but… why?”

“You don’t get to ask questions. You just follow orders. And don’t you just punch him in the face. Injured him badly.”

Before Jake could say anything else, they’d hung up again. He looked at Charles again, and his eyes teared up at the thought of anything bad happening to him. But he would be the culprit. He was the one who had to hurt him.

“Everything alright, Jakey?”

Jake snapped back to reality. Charles was at the wheel, glancing at him worriedly. “Yeah. I zoned out, sorry.”

“Don’t worry. You wanna play some music?”

“No, it’s fine. Hey, um… why don’t you tell me about your latest food obsession?”

Charles gasped excitedly, and immediately began rambling about some kind of pasta. Jake felt so bad. So, so bad. But at least he could try to butter it up for him.

Minutes later, they were knocking on the door of a man named Julius Moore. He was a fraud. “NYPD!” Charles yelled.

Julius opened the door a few seconds later. “Good morning,” he said, frowning. “What can I help you with?”

“We just want to ask a few questions,” Jake said, his hands near his handcuffs, and Julius seemed to notice, because the next thing he did was slam the door on their face.

“Shit,” Charles hissed before charging against the door to burst in.

“Freeze!” Jake demanded, but that just a habit. Criminals never obeyed.

“Where is he?!” Charles yelled as he looked around the apartment, which now seemed empty, as if Julius had vanished.

“Let’s split,” Jake suggested.

Charles nodded, and they began looking for the criminal. But Jake couldn’t help to think that his perfect chance to hurt Charles was right there. It made him feel like a monster. What would he do? Graze him with a bullet? No. No. Tackle him. Pretend you mistook him for the criminal.

Jake took a deep breath as he watched Charles go down the hallway, pointing with his gun, and then charged against him. Charles could only yelp. There was a crack.

“My leg!” Charles cried.

Jake’s heart skipped like three beats as he got off Charles, panicked. “Fuck!” his mouth was completely dry. He was lightheaded. “Charles, are you okay?!”

“Why did you do that?!” Charles whined, and Jake had never heard him talk to him like that. Everyone always joked about how Jake could probably push Charles off a stairwell and he’d forgive him anyway. But that didn’t seem to be the case.

“I’m so sorry,” Jake said, numb.

He felt Julius run behind him, and he turned around only to watch him escape through the window. “Fuck!” Jake yelled. He needed an ambulance.

Everyone was staring at him weirdly when he went back to the precinct. They definitely knew what Jake had done, and he was aware of how stupid it made him seem, not to mention he’d also ruined the evidence ‘by accident’. At that rate, he was going to get himself fired. Jake was even surprised that Holt didn’t scold him or suspend him, but he did seem pretty disappointed, which somehow felt worse.

“He really could use a day off,” he heard Terry say inside Holt’s office. “To get his head straight.”

Jake sighed and walked to his desk before he could hear Holt’s answer. It would probably be something hurtful, and he didn’t want to know. The way Amy kept glancing at him wasn’t helping, either.

“Why the long face?” Gina asked him later in the break room. “Is it because you massively screwed up two cases in the span of two days?”

Jake glared at her. “Ha-ha.”

“You’re not looking too hot, Jakester,” she noted. “Something’s up with you.”

Jake sighed. “Can everyone stop saying that? Nothing’s up. I’m just very tired.”

“That’s evident.”

He just rolled his eyes and ignored her. He knew everyone had noticed his weird behavior at this point, but they didn’t know he was just trying to keep them safe.

He got another message. Good job.

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#jake peralta #jake peralta one shot #b99 #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #peraltiago #fluff #angst #andy samberg #my writing

[mslaevateinn]

A cosy fire

Here is a drabble for the twelth day of Promptober!

Written for: "Fire & Ice" for @flufftober and "Chaste kiss" for the sfw @kinktober2023 's list

Pairing: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago No warnings Word count: 100

Jake and Amy escape for the weekend and land in the middle of a snowstorm... thankfully there is a fireplace to keep them warm and cosy!

Can be found on AO3!

 

Amy was very grateful to be inside, by the fireplace. She and Jake had gotten away from New York for the weekend, but this storm had taken them by surprise. Obviously, not completely –she always checked the weather— but it was more violent than it ought to be.

Outside, the wind was howling. Snowflakes crashed on the windows until only dampness remained and they couldn’t see five feet away.

Amy shuffled on the sofa and buried herself in Jake’s side. Her partner turned, smiled tenderly before kissing her cheek, then gave her a mug of hot chocolate. Very nice indeed.

#brooklyn 99 #Laevateinn #fanfic #drabble #Peraltiago #Amy Santiago #Jake Peralta #fluff #fireplace #snowstorm #Laevateinn's Promptober 2023

[peabodyandsitcoms]

A fic of Jake just being a lush dad. Story line and later dialogue takes heavy inspo from Ben Platts song 'Run Away' cos its the most stunning thing. Anywayys this is just a lit of angst and love enjoy :))

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Jake was woken by sniffled cries from his son and daughter's room. Amy was close to getting home after a late evening shift, and Jake had had plans to wait up for her, but had drifted off to something or other on his phone. He sat up with a start- Mac and Carmen, now four and two, cried now not for diaper changes or feeds, but from ouchies, overwhelming places, scary dreams.

Jake tiptoed towards their room, careful not to wake a barely sleeping baby Raya next to his and Amy's bed. He opened their door slowly and with tentative words of "hey my gorgeous kiddos" to warn them gently of his precence, followed quietly with, "Daddy's here, its okay" as he walked into the bedroom.

He was met with the sight of his son and daughter with arms around eachother, sat on Mac's bed, teeny tears present on both of their cheeks. Heart immediately in pieces, he scooped up both kiddos in his arms and carried them, with their heads on his chest, into the lounge in attempt to keep Raya from a crying fit that Jake- sadly not equiped with boobs- knew would be almost impossible to calm.

He sat the three if them down on their couch, carefully unloading them onto it and then twisting to crouch on the floor to be opposite them.

"Hey, hey I'm here now, you're okay honey" he reassured, wiping newly falling tears off of his daughter's face and then each hand falling to stroke one of each of the children's knees reassuringly.

"What's going on here hmm? Whats up?" he asked softly.

There was a pause as his children timidly looked at eachother, before Mac spoke quietly and with a croaking voice "Carmen had a dream... and she said you and Mommy were gone and you could never come back. I thought it was real, I- I thought you guys might have had to run away or something and we were gonna be all be ourselves with Raya and-"

Jake could tell by his fast talking he was getting more anxious just at the thought of it all: "Buddy, buddy take a breath. Its okay, I'm right here"

"Mamas not" Carmen sniffed, "She's a superhero, she might go away, we don't know. You said that before Daddy"

Jake took a breath- these conversations were always so hard to have, how do you explain to these tiny people that there is always a possibility that their mommy might not come home.

"You're right sweetie, like we've said, Mama's job is scary sometimes, I remember. But the most important thing is-" he began punctuating his words word with little jabs to their bellies, making them giggle "Mommy- loves- every - weeny- little- bit- of each of you more than anything in the entire world. And she is always going to everything she can to come home to us"

The children settled "Okay Daddy", both offering Jake smiles of acceptance, laced with fear that he knew was pretty much perminant.

"And hey look. I may not be as clever as Mommy and I might not be a superhero like Mommy. But, I promise both of you-" he held out both his pinkys for them to cling onto "I'm never going anywhere, okay? Ever. You two and Raya, you're stuck with me. I am always, always, always going to be there for you."

Mac and Carmen nodded and squeezed his pinkies tighter, and Jake, after placing a kiss on each kid's head first, leaned in to press all three of their foreheads together in a little triangle and said just above a whisper," That is until me and Mommy are all gross and old and then you three look after us, deal?"

The toddlers giggled, "Deal."

"Okay then lads and lassies, let's head back to you're quarters then shall we?" he spoke with a strong Irish accent and he scooped both kids back up, them wriggling and giggling as he did so.

Jake made his way back to their room, both kids dramatically bringing their finger up to their lips as they passed Raya's cot.

He lay each of them back in their own beds, kissing each of them on the nose as he did and then leaning at the door "I love you guys so, so much. Don't ever forget that" he tamed the lump in his throat.

"Love you too Daddy" they chanted back quietly, then turning over and beginning to doze off.

He blew them a kiss, despite him being in neither of their sights anymore, and then turned away to get back into bed, a singular tear of overwhelming love for his babies falling down his cheek.

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#jake peralta #brooklyn 99 #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #sitcom #peraltiago #love #amy santiago #jake x amy #amy x jake #mac santiago #mac peralta #origional characters #fic #fanfiction #canon #angst #jake's just the best dad ever #this may be me repressing my daddy issues #fluff #carmen santiago peralta #raya santiago peralta #mac santiago peralta #b99 fic

[randomjreader]

I love later seasons Peraltiago! and all their domestic fluff, but there's also something about season 1 Peraltiago that hits different

#rewatching season 1 got me being obsessed with them all over again #their bantering and little insults and all of that #idk its just nice I love them #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #peraltiago #jake peralta #amy santiago

[wayneskluv]

MASTERLIST ! — fluff ; ꩜ — nsfw ; ★ — angst ; ִ ࣪𖤐 — request ; ᡣ𐭩 — f!reader ; ➸ — m!reader ; ꔛ — gn!reader ; ᯤ

DC COMICS ୨୧

jason todd ;

headcannons ꩜ ᯤ boyfriend!jason ; bestfriend!jason ; brother!jason ; rival!jason

don’t call me baby ִ ࣪𖤐 ᯤ; you were never supposed to move on. (post death!jason)

sorry baby, just needed you to shut up ᯤ ; after listening to you ramble, he kisses you to shut you up.

peraltiago!au ➸ ; jason todd x f!reader — pt1

dick grayson ;

headcannons ᯤ boyfriend!dick ; bestfriend!dick ; brother!dick ; rival!dick

tim drake ; coming soon

bruce wayne ; coming soon

harley quinn ;

and they were roommates ➸ ; roommate!harley quinn x f!reader — they’re both in love with eachother but wayyyy too blind to see it.

barbara gordon ; coming soon

jon kent ; coming soon

roy harper ; coming soon

clark kent ; coming soon

bart allen ; coming soon

rachel roth ; coming soon

alfred pennyworth ; coming soon

poison ivy ; coming soon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ᯓ

wanda maximoff ; coming soon

pietro maximoff ; coming soon

peter parker ; coming soon

tony stark ; coming soon

steve rogers ; coming soon

wade wilson ; coming soon

natasha romanoff ;

it’s possible she misses you ᯤ ; nat shows up at your door drunk & she finally tells you why she broke up with you.

agatha harkness ;

ᡣ𐭩 — agatha x wife!reader (kissing & mature themes) ➸

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

sirius black ;

cat got your tongue? ᯤ ; sirius found a cat whilst on a walk — you tease him about it.

james potter ; coming soon

remus lupin ; coming soon

regulus black ; coming soon

lily evans ; coming soon

STRANGER THINGS ⋆.˚

steve harrington ; coming soon

billy hargrove ; coming soon

robin buckley ; coming soon

OTHER ☆

simon ‘ghost’ riley ;

use your words, love (implied!smut) ᯤ

spencer reid ;

a bet (implied!smut) ᯤ ; caught leaving his hotel room — featuring: derek morgan!

apologies (kissing) ᯤ; its no secret you two hate eachother, but when you apologise, something changes.

pretty boy got laid (implied!smut) ➸ ; derek is always teasing spencer about his love life, but when you come in late, he has a whole other reason to tease spencer — featuring: derek morgan!

abby scuito ; coming soon

emily prentiss ; coming soon

alice cullen ; coming soon

edward cullen ; coming soon

bella swan ; coming soon

#masterlist #wayneskluv

[gayforrosadiaz]

After School (Peraltiago)

Summary: Your parents pick you and your brother Mac up from school, and since it's a weekend, a fluff-filled day ensues.

Peraltiago x Fem!Child!Reader

Age: 4

Warning: Tooth-rotting fluff- ---

You sat on the steps of school, waiting for your parents to pick you up. On Fridays, it was a very spoken rule by you that both your parents had to come and pick you up from school. The routine was simple: Mondays, and Wednesdays, your mom picked you up. Tuesdays and Thursdays, your dad picked you up. And Friday, your favourite day of the week, both your parents always picked you up. No leeways, no excuses.

Your brother, Mac, sat next to you, blabbering away about Pokémon, and you listened intently. You saw your parents at the gate and jumped up, squealing. You grabbed your brother's hand, before running up to the gate, your teacher following close behind.

"Hey there, princess," grinned your dad, lifting you up in the air, grinning. He put you down and proceeded to do the same to your brother, grinning, "There's my boy!"

"Hello, Mrs. Santiago and Mr. Peralta," smiled your teacher, greeting your parents as your dad set you down on the ground and took your bag off your shoulders to put them on one of his.

"How were the twins today?" Asked your mom, smiling politely.

"An absolute gem as always," laughed your teacher. "However, if they could refrain from replicating NYPD protocol during recess it'll be better, because there is a considerable amount of confusion about certain...actions."

You immediately remembered playing cops and robbers with your friends that day, and thought it'd be a good idea to tackle Tommy Green, pin his hands behind his back, and scream at the top of your lungs, "NYPD you're under arrest!" While Mac did the same to Elizabeth Myers.

"Oh," said your mom. "We'll try our best, Miss Lake. It might be difficult because of both my husband and I being in the NYPD, but I'm sure we can manage."

"Nice one," your dad whispered and high-fived the pair of you.

The teacher bade both your parents and you a hearty goodbye, and walked back to the school while you held your mom's hand and happily talked about your day.

"Mommy, guess what! Tommy was the robber on the playground and I did what I saw Daddy and Uncle Sarge do!" You said very proudly.

"So did I!" Chime in Mac. "I tackled Lizzie cause she was his partner in crime!"

Amy looked at Jake, who was grinning very, very happily. It had been take your kid to work day, and both you and Mac had accompanied Jake and Sarge on an arrest, and the perp had tried to run. The pair of them had chased him to right in front of the car, and you guys had been sitting in the back snacking on the cheese sandwiches your mom gave you, and heard Terry say the proper police line.

"Is that right, baby?" Laughed Amy, death-glaring her husband at the same time.

You nodded excitedly, "Yeah! I did the 'NYPD you're under arrest' thingie! I felt like a police cop, mommy!"

"That's amazing!" Smiled your mom. She looked at your father and said in a low, threatening whisper, "They are never going with you on take your kid to work day. Never."

You four finally reached home, and you were quick to go to the kitchen, looking through the fridge. Your mom walked up to you and kneeled to your height, asking, "What're you looking for, hm?"

"I put the sandwiches you made for me and Mac here this morning, mommy! I can't find it!" You looked at your dad in accusation, "Daddy, you ate it!"

He looked attacked and gasped, "I would never! The food rules of this house are sacred!"

"It was a yummy sandwich!" Mac frowned.

"Yeah!" You agreed, glaring at Jake, "Daddy ate it!"

Amy stood up and looked through the fridge, finding the two sandwiches very securely hidden behind a box of salad. She produced it and earned loud gasps from both you and Mac.

"Mommy's a wizard!" You both gasped, taking the sandwich and looking at it with amazement as Amy placed two plates on the table.

"Holy shit, you're a wizard," Jake mimicked your tone.

"Jake, language," Amy said in a warning tone, glaring at your dad.

You sat next to Mac, both of you talking over each other and to each other, while Amy and Jake tried their best to understand.

After the tasty sandwiches were fully devoured, Jake scooped you up and said, "Bath time!"

"No..." you groaned, dropping all your dead weight on him, nearly making him stumble. "I wanna take a bath with Mommy..."

Amy picked Mac up, who whined, "I wanna take a bath with Daddy..."

"Kids, come on, please, let's not be so specific," sighed your mom. She looked at your brother, "I'm gonna be giving you a bath, baby boy."

Jake kissed your head and grinned, "And I will make your bath as fun as possible, princess."

You grumbled, "Fine."

Your dad looked at you with wide eyes and whispered, "Abort mission, Code Manners, Code Manners-"

"How have we taught you to reply, sweetheart?" Your mom said calmly, walking over to Jake and standing in front of you so you could meet her gaze.

"Okay, mommy..." you said, apologetically. "I'm sorry..."

Amy's face broke into a smile and she kissed your forehead, "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now, if you do cooperate with Daddy and Mommy to take a bath, maybe we all can go out for dinner and ice cream tonight."

At the mention of ice cream, you let go of the dead weight and immediately let your dad take you to the bathroom to bathe.

"So, any homework for you, my little cuties?" Amy asked, getting both of you to sit at the dining table.

You and Mac looked at each other, confused.

Jake produced the little notebook your teacher had given you from Mac's bag, and flipped through it, finding the page with the day's date marked on it.

"They have some handwriting work and...colouring," he said, looking at his wife. "Man, I miss kindergarten."

"I wanna do it tomorrow..." you and Mac whined, practically draping yourselves against Amy's legs, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Mommy, can we please do the homework tomorrow?"

Jake and Amy both took a deep breath, gunning up their patience to deal with two very fussy 4-year-olds.

"No," Jake said firmly. "And if I see a struggle here, then no ice cream after dinner."

At that very real threat, you and your brother were at the table and finished your homework as fast as possible.

"Can we play now, Mommy?" Mac asked, sitting in Amy's lap, proudly showing her his work, while you did the same with Jake.

"Sure, baby," she smiled. "And that's some impressive colouring work, you guys!"

"Seriously, I did not know you birthed twin Picassos," Jake laughed, "That homework looks amazing, you guys. Keep it safely in your bags and then you can go play."

You got an idea and suggested, "Let's play hide-and-seek!"

In unison, you, your brother, and your father yelled, "Mommy's it!" and made a mad dash for your hiding places, while Amy laughed and counted loudly to ten.

You hid with your brother in the supply closet, while Jake hid somewhere in the guest room. Amy prowled around soundlessly, catching Jake first, who yelled loudly, "Oh no, she got me! Kids, save yourselves!"

You and Mac giggled loudly, but hastily covered your mouths. Unfortunately, the supply closet door was wrenched open, and you were scooped up by your mom, and your brother was taken up by your dad.

"Gotcha!" Both Jake and Amy grinned. You squealed and laughed as your mom began tickling you, and tried escaping.

"There's no escape from the tickle monster!" Jake exclaimed, taking you and Mac to your room where he and Amy gently pinned you down on the soft carpet, tickling you nonstop.

Once you and Mac were worn out, your parents put you down for a nap, just to keep you both rested.

Before you knew it, it was dinnertime. You woke up, shook your brother awake, ran to your parents' room and leapt on the bed, crawling under your dad's hands which had his phone in them. You grinned broadly and said, "Daddyy..." dragging out the 'y' to grab his attention.

"Yes, princess..." he mimicked your tone, putting his phone away.

"It's dinnertime..." you suggested.

Deciding to trick you, Jake looked at Amy and frowned, "Weren't we having baked beans for dinner, Ames?"

"Yeah," she replied, messing with you.

You gasped in absolute shock, before Mac pulled on your dad's shirt in irritation, "We were gonna go out for dinner!"

Amy laughed and slid out of bed, saying, "Alright, let's all get changed and wear some nice clothes."

"Yes!" you squealed, running after her, as she went to your room to get you something nice to wear.

She settled on dressing you in comfy clothes, on request of Jake, who did indeed like dolling you up, but still prioritized comfort over anything else. With Mac, too, even she agreed dressing him comfortably would be the best option.

"Pizza for dinner?" Jake asked, earning a loud 'yes' from you and your brother.

"Alright, in the car then, kids," smiled Amy.

"Race you!" Mac said, dashing off.

"Not fair!" You whined, running after him. You parents lagged behind a bit, watching as the pair of you chased each other, racing like mad.

After pizza and ice cream, you and your brother fell asleep in the car, with you resting your head on his shoulder, and him resting his head atop yours.

"They're so cute," cooed Amy, looking at you both. Jake smiled through the rearview mirror and replied, "The cutest."

At home, you and your brother refused to sleep in your room, and so, the day ended with you sprawled atop Amy, and Mac laying atop Jake.

"All in a day's work," chuckled Amy, kissing your forehead.

"All in a day's work," smiled Jake, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his wife's lips, and to his son's head.

#amy santiago #jake peralta #peraltiago #brooklyn 99

[feeisamarshmallow]

For the fanfic asks:

💕 and 🌗

Thanks Zeph!!

Hearts - favourite ship to write? 

I've written the most Peraltiago, so they probably come the most natural to me and I love writing their dynamic. I also love writing Eli "Weevil" Navarro from Veronica Mars with either Veronica or with Logan, although I haven't properly written either pairing nearly as much as I've written Peraltiago. I've actually written the most Gen out of everything, which checks out. 

Moon - fluff or angst? 

ANGST. I love angst. I'm not really a fluff writer at all, unless it comes after the angst. I just really like exploring character's struggles and flaws. I find it really therapeutic, actually, and definitely project my own issues onto characters as a way to Cope. (That's why no one I know IRL can ever find my AO3 lmao). 

Ask me fanfic asks!! (Sorry I can't link on mobile)

#fee says stuff

[letsperaltiago]

you and all your little things | jake & amy

Based on an old prompt I received in my inbox a loooong time ago:

"this is either a fic request or just a nice thought, depending on if you like it haha! i saw a reddit post today about a woman who said she loves finding kitchen appliances in the wrong place bc she knows that means her boyfriend must have tidied up the kitchen. she said on a stressful day, coming home and finding something in the wrong place makes her feel happy that her bf is trying to do something to make her day easier - even if he messes up a little. gave me early j&a vibes, season 3ish"

Rating: G (Pure fluff <3)

Words: 1.4k

Read here or on AO3

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She doesn’t think too much about it… Or maybe rather she tries not to think too much about it. 

Amy Santiago tries not to think too much about the fact that she really likes being in a relationship: the solid, silly, and amazing kind with Jake Peralta. She might even be loving it, if she has to be completely honest.  

It’s the smallest things she usually loves the most and it drives her that much more insane that the man does the tiniest, trivial things and she swoons as if he’s asking for her hand in marriage - not that she’s thinking about that yet… duh. Or… maybe a bit? How can a guy she’s been with for just barely 6 months mean so much to her already? Is that normal? More importantly: is it safe? 

Even during the entire (and very intense) ‘annoying and difficult to be around’-phase Jake happened to go through when she first started at the 9-9, deep (very deep at times) down,  Amy always knew she liked Jake. Even before they were dating, obviously, but now that she has him her true and completely unhinged feelings are starting to surface and show. Slowly, bit by bit like the iceberg in the horizon, threatening to come closer and crash into her. No, of course, she doesn’t think of their relationship as a fatal shipwreck but they did just watch Titanic a few days ago and the metaphor is right there. After the movie, tiredly stretching after having fallen asleep with her head resting in his lap, Jake had suddenly gone silent and looked at her through the dark with a look so intense she could’ve sworn he was about to tell her a century old secret that could change the world. 

“Ames?” he’d said so seriously that it made her heart drop to her gut.

“Y-yeah?” 

“I’m about to ask you something very important.” Even in the dimmed light of her scented candles, she could see the depth of his brown irises grow darker. What had happened to the lighthearted and never-serious boyfriend of hers? 

“W-what?” She was tired, disoriented from her mid-movie nap, and now she was supposed to sit here and just witness him breaking up with her or something. Her life was definitely a joke. Silence swallowed them as he reached over the tiny gap between them and grabbed her hands. Another few seconds snailed by. Neither moved from their seats on the couch. 

“Will you paint me like one of your french girls?” 

What? Her brain short-circuited. 

“What?”

Then she saw it. A glimt, so mischievous it couldn’t hide, ever, appeared in his eyes. Lips broke into a tight line that told her he was holding back a grin. Even in the darkness, it was clear as day that he was messing with her. 

“Jacob, you asshole!” she punched his shoulder and he finally broke, letting out a cackle. 

So yeah, no actual Titanic happening in their relationship, and Jake has totally stolen her heart, and Amy is all at once completely enamoured but also horribly scared of how quickly she’s falling… getting used to it. Mainly, as already mentioned, the little things. 

Jake utterly, obliviously and completely messes with her way of thinking logically and even worse… her love and respect for organizing. 

Example: A couple of months ago, Jake had stayed the night. Even though she was going to work the in the morning, while he had a day off, Jake had insisted on staying the night. In the morning he’d sent her off with a kiss (and a playful smack to the butt) before passing back out in her bed. Driving to work Amy couldn’t help but overthink all the mess she’d come home to because untidiness was part of her boyfriend’s DNA. Even though it took some minor controversies and time getting used to, now she didn’t mind too much. Cleaning was fun and if it meant that Jake was making himself at home and stuck around more often then she’d gladly put up with it. It was safe to say that she was both pleasantly surprised and amused upon arriving back home to her now-empty apartment. 

When she walked into her home the air was crisp, clean even, telling her that Jake had aired the apartment for her before leaving. Lucky her because she’s pretty sure that the smell of their miserably burnt popcorn from last night must’ve been hell to get rid of. Suddenly she wondered what else he’d done. She didn’t expect anything but maybe Jake Peralta had the potential of being a tidy boyfriend. After taking off her boots and coat, putting it away as per usual, Amy wandered through her apartment as if she was visiting an exhibition at a museum; curious to learn and openminded. 

The blanket from last night was folded and rested across the sofa’s armrest - just how she always did herself but she’s positive that she didn’t do that yesterday. They’d made out on the couch and Jake had carried her straight to bed to continue the horny activities. It was safe to say that neither of them had gone back to the living room after that. Sure, the blanket could’ve been folded more neatly but Amy couldn’t possibly get herself to do anything about it; she’d been too busy smiling from ear to ear at the image of her boyfriend folding the huge, black plaid to the best of his abilities. 

The kitchen had been cleaned as well but she did happen to do a double-take when her eyes wandered across the sight of their two mugs (yes, they have stupid matching couples’ mugs) standing very much washed and clean, she also noticed, on top of her coffee machine.  Following her own logic, mugs would always belong in the cupboard: above the plates, next to the glasses. 

However then, suddenly, Amy could also see it from her boyfriend’s point of view: what do you use mugs for? Coffee. Where do you make the coffee? Coffee machine. Duh. Thus they belong together. 

She’d napped a picture of it and sent it to him right away. 

Amy Santiago:

Never thought of doing this but it somehow makes sense.

A few moments later her phone pinged, notifying her of a new message.

Jake Peralta:

oh ames welcome to the wonderfully logical world of jake peralta

She’d chuckled at it before heading for further exploration of her own home. Besides it being tidy as usual (almost up to her own very high standards) she didn’t notice much. The bed was made, shower scraped clean and his dirty clothes in her laundry basket. From day one they’d made a rule: she didn’t mind washing his clothes but the least he could do was put it in the laundry basket and not leave it all over the place. Never had he broken the rule.  And for him to clothes leave behind for her to wash is okay since he always does the same for her when she leaves something behind at his place - so far he’s only turned two of her white items pink. The first time, very early on in their dating slash situationship, he'd confessed straight away.

Jake Peralta:

don’t be mad. i turned your t-shirt the color of love.

click to open attachment. 

He’d texted her the first time.

Amy Santiago:

Wow, what a unique take on messing up my white t-shirt.

Jake Peralta:

sorry :( 

Amy Santiago:

It’s okay <3 I’ll just have to steal one of yours

The second time he'd left the item on her bed, folded in something resembling a heart, with a note with 'color of love' and a tiny heart next to it. She couldn't be mad - even if it was her night shorts. The note she kept in her drawer. 

Although she hadn’t noticed earlier that day he'd stayed over on his day off, she later comes one more puzzling yet amusing surprise. One is when she’d been looking for her reading glasses and couldn’t find them, only to randomly come across them… lying next to her toothbrush. She’d been more than curious to understand the logic behind the placement and sent him a picture. 

Amy Santiago:

What is the logic behind this? 

Jake Peralta:

You always read in bed before going to sleep. You always brush your teeth right before getting into bed. I thought it was normal to pair the two? 

Wow. She’d been smiling and blushing so hard and if he had been there with her then he definitely would’ve teased her about it. 

He definitely wasn’t a titanic. He was a million things, tiny little things, that made her heart flutter and lips curl into stupid school girl smiles. What can she say? Jake Peralta has a wonderfully weird brain and she’s slowly, bit by bit, falling more and more in love with him and his logic. 

#this is such a cute and very j&a prompts #glad i found the wip and finished it! #pure fluff #enjoy! #b99 #fanficiton #oneshot #peraltiago #jake and amy #jake amy #jake peralta #amy santiago #brooklyn nine nine

[amydancepants-peralta]

from the bottom of my heart

(Hi @dumpsteramy! I am your Secret Santa, and I have finally arrived with your Christmas gift! 🎅🏼 I hope you enjoy xx)

from the bottom of my heart 

For a detective that had - a mere five hours ago - participated in the takedown of one of Brooklyn’s most notorious killers, Jake Peralta knows that he is feeling way too nervous about the tiny parcel that is currently sitting inconspicuously on his kitchen counter.  

He reminds himself of this fact, hands obsessively wiping down each surface one last time in preparation for Amy’s arrival - running through his memory bank of various moments of bad-assery - but try as he might; every single time he glances at the box, wrapped in brown paper and too small to be anything but innocent, his heart leaps back up into his throat all over again.  

It’s possible, he reasons; as he grabs the last pair of dirty socks off the floor and throws them in the direction of the hamper, that it’s because this year is one of the few times that he’s actually had a girlfriend over the holiday season.  

(The reason behind that detail, he’s not entirely sure hasn’t been deliberate, however that’s just a little too much to unpack right now.)

But it’s also possible (and honestly, curse his impeccable detective instincts, because sometimes ignorance truly is bliss) that it’s because of who his girlfriend is this year; and how much he’s already hoping for a hundred or more Christmases together, that his nerves just plain refuse to take a chill pill for a minute or two.  (Or was it whom?  Seriously.  He cannot tell.)

And then, there’s also the minor fact that he’s kinda sorta already completely fallen in love with her - a tiny nicety that he cannot bring himself to say out loud just yet, because that really is a bell that one cannot unring.  But there were implications within that little brown box, connotations of many more years together that hasn’t yet been suggested but that he wants to imagine could actually be possible, and right now he could really do with Terry’s magic 8 ball to give him some kind of sign that everything is going to turn out just fine.  

Just be cool, Peralta.  No biggie if Amy doesn’t like it.  Jake winces, head shaking at his own thought; checking on the takeout keeping warm in the oven.  He really is a terrible liar.  

It’s only the sound of a key sliding into the lock - AMY’S key, because they are dating and have each other’s keys and it really shouldn’t make him this giddy two weeks later but it really does - that pulls Jake’s mind away from his slightly obsessive thoughts, and his face morphs into a happy grin as Amy lets herself in to his apartment.  

Her face is flushed from the cold, half hidden behind a layer of scarves and jacket collars, but then their eyes meet and she smiles and oh, he really is the luckiest guy in all of New York.  

“Hey!  Sorry I’m a little late.  Just got completely swept up in that last bit of paperwork, you know?”  Letting his front door swing shut behind her, she uses her free hand to unwrap the layers of wool, craning her neck to meet Jake’s welcome home kiss.  “But!  I made us some cookies for dessert.  Santa ones, with lots of icing.  You’re gonna love them.”

He gives Amy what he hopes is a convincing smile, helping her slide the last sleeve of her jacket off and casting it on a nearby barstool as her hands wrap around his waist.  “Sounds amazing, babe.”

“Mmm.  More kisses, please.”

It’s a polite request - honestly, he’d have responded the same even if it been a demand - and as a contented smile lifts Jake’s lips he leans in for another kiss, letting this one linger for a moment or two, purely because he can.  

She sighs against his mouth, shuffling closer and planting her palms against his hoodie; reaching up for the zipper as their lips press together once more.

His eyebrows raise as the zipper descends, pulling away slightly as her hands wrap around his now free middle with a secret smile.  She dips her head into his neck, that perfect mixture of flowers and ink that he’s come to know as Amy washing over him, and even though Jake’s technically been here for hours, finally it feels like he’s home.  

The hug continues for a beat, and despite the fact that he’d probably stand here for hours if Amy only asked, Jake breaks the comfortable silence to voice a nagging suspicion.  “Can’t tell if this is a sweet hug from my girlfriend, or a brazen attempt to steal all of my body heat.”

“You know I’m an excellent multi-talker, Peralta.  Clearly, it’s both.”  Her soft lips press against the base of his neck as though offering payment for his services, and Jake’s grip on his girlfriend tightens.  “You’re just so warm, and Brooklyn is so cold tonight.”

“Oh, so this is like a two-for-one deal kinda sitch.”

Amy nods, the soft edge of her chin rubbing along Jake’s collarbone and truly, he could have a thousand more nights just like this.  

Her head lifts slightly, sniffing the air before turning her attention back to Jake.  “Can I smell Thai Guy’s Tom Kha Kai?”

“You can.”

She grins, giving his waist a quick squeeze before releasing him from her warmth-stealing hug.  “Wow.  You definitely win Best Boyfriend for today.”

“Best Boyfriend?  Noice.  If I’d known it was that easy, I would’ve ordered double on standby for future awards.”

Amy grins, chuckling softly before noticing the parcel (because she honestly is the best detective - even if he’ll never say it out loud), letting her hands run along the edges of his hoodie as she pulls away to make a closer inspection.  “What’s this?”

His heart has most definitely returned to it’s seemingly new home at the base of his throat, but somehow Jake manages to persevere.  “Oh, it’s some-nothing really … just something I picked up and it’s nothing really it doesn’t matter.”

Her right eyebrow twitches up, throwing him that look she gets whenever she senses a lead, and Jake sighs. 

“So … I know you know how my mom used to work a lot, since my dad was a leaving jerk who left like a jerk and whatever.”  Amy nods, remaining silent.  “Well, the holidays always paid really well so I spent a lot of them with Nana or Gina or sometimes just me and the tv.”

“And Die Hard.”

“Naturally.  It’s the only Christmas movie worth watching.  And we’d make our own holiday day, somewhere in the week, so the whole actual date thing really wasn’t that big of a deal.  But … we did have this one tradition, that actually started the first Christmas after my dad left.”   

He watches nervously as Amy rounds the counter, using the tip of her perfectly manicured fingers to shuffle the parcel closer to her position, and takes a heavy swallow.  “My mom would buy - and sometimes make - ornaments, and put pictures of us from throughout the year in them.”  Running one hand through his hair, Jake moves until he’s leaning against the opposite side of the bench.  “She said that way, we were celebrating the year that was and making wishes for more of the same.  As you can imagine, as time went on the tree had a bunch of photos of her and I.  It was actually kinda cool.”

“It sounds really lovely, Jake.”

Nodding, Jake points at the package Amy’s nimble fingers have begun toying with, silently encouraging her to lift the lid as he continues.  “Yeah, so … I sort of had this thought that maybe … this year there could be one with us on the tree.”

Giving Jake one last curious glance, Amy lifts the lid of the small brown box, chewing her lower lip as the contents come into view.  

With his stomach feeling like it’s dropped to his feet, Jake leans into the counter, waiting with bated breath for Amy’s response; and she lifts the tiny wreath ornament from it’s resting place, letting the trinket spin as a selfie Jake took of the two of them two months ago flickers in front of their eyes.  

It’s the silence that’s killing him, the need to explain and deflect and pretend everything is fine too strong, and even though Jake knows he’s rambling, the words just start tumbling out of his mouth.  “It’s no biggie, really.  Just something that I thought might be cool.  It’s okay if you hate it, we don’t need to bother next year, thats if there even is a next - ” The gentle press of two of Amy’s fingers against his lips throws Jake into silence, and she holds them in place as she rounds the corner of the kitchen counter again, only pulling away once she’s by his side again.  

“Jake.  I think it’s wonderful.  I could never hate this.”

With the sense of relief flooding through his veins, Jake manages a smile, tucking the strand of hair that’s fallen from Amy’s work appropriate up-do behind her ear.  “Yeah?"

“Yeah.  It’s amazing, actually.”  Her hands come to rest on either side of his neck, the sheer familiarity and comfort of the move subsiding any linger nerves as she looks up at him with the softest gaze.  “A really special tradition, that I cannot wait to continue.  And honestly, I just feel so lucky that you’d want to share it with me.  Thank you, babe.”

Her lips press against his as she pulls him in for a grateful kiss; and even as his hands slide along the smooth edges of Amy’s back, Jake can’t help but think that if there’s anyone in this kitchen that’s lucky, it is most definitely him.  After all, not only does Amy love the tradition, she cannot wait to continue it - and what could be greater than that?

He wraps his arms around Amy completely, pulling her in for a tighter hug as the kiss breaks, and with her chin resting against his shoulder she takes in the rest of her surroundings.

“Hey.  You cleaned!”

Feeling a tiny glimmer of pride at her observation, Jake nods to play it cool.  “Well, you know.  Tis the season, and all that.”

“The cleaning season?”  Gasping, Amy tilts her face back up to Jake with a giant smile.  “Oh my gosh, can you imagine!?  There could be a different cleaning method each day!” 

Her eyes are bright, taking on that special sparkly quality that just takes her beauty levels from one hundred to one thousand as she describes all the different products that could be used, and he is most definitely, absolutely, totally and utterly, head over heels in love with Amy Santiago.  

“Look, all of that sounds amazing, Ames, and I’m sure one day if you wish really hard it might even come true.  But … for now, how about we eat this Best Boyfriend Award winning dinner I ordered and watch some top quality movies on the couch?"

Amy nods, raising one finger in a friendly reprimand.  “But no Die Hard, we watched it just last week.”

“It’s a vintage classic, babe!  The kind of movie that never grows old.”

Her responding eye roll is good-natured in it’s delivery, a gentle slap landing along the line of shoulder.  “Vintage or not, I get to choose the movie tonight.”

Letting out an exaggeratedly defeated sigh, Jake decides that a pre-dinner commiseration cookie is in order, and he lifts the lid to the container as Amy removes their food from the oven.

“Uh, babe … are these the cookies you made?”

“Yeah?”

“They look … neat.”  Jake smiles, one that he knows isn’t very convincing, but he’s also not entirely certain that the lumps he’s discovered in the container are actually cookies - even out of technicality.

Amy’s eyes narrow, abandoning her serving of rice to gaze over Jake’s shoulder, jabbing a finger into his spine.  “Out with it, Peralta.”

“No, it’s nothing, it’s just … have you ever seen that show, Nailed It?”

Her jaw drops, brows raising in obvious indignation as she reaches for one of the lumps.  “Hey!  Eat your damn cookie, detective.  Or don’t go expecting anything to happen with your candy cane tonight.”

“My candy ca- oh!  My ‘candy cane’.  Ha.  Nice euphemism, Ames.”  Winking, he snatches the cookie out of Amy’s protective grip, snarfing it down in one bite.  “Mmm, yummy.  Don’t mind me, just standing here enjoying this deliciously amazing cookie that my incredible girlfriend made for me with her bare hands and doesn’t taste like a salt lick at all.”

Casting a side-eyed glance at Jake as she returns to serving their dinner, Amy mutters something about how she really thought the extra icing would hide the salt taste; and even though it’s probably completely insane, he feels strangely excited at the thought of many more years pretending to enjoy his girlfriend’s cooking.  

The idea of it all - of a mixture of Christmases, Hanukkahs and Noche Bueanas alike filling up their years - makes Jake’s face break out into a stupidly wide grin; and without thinking he reaches for another cookie, this time making no complaint as the salty sweet combination begins to grow on him.  

And truly, there could not be any greater sign that he is completely in love with Amy if he tried.

*

(A few or so years from now, there will be a Christmas tree standing tall in the living room of the  Santiago-Peralta home, covered in ornaments and memories alike.  Their son Mac will place the very last decoration on the tree - a tiny little sonogram of his soon-to-be-born little sister - and Jake will ruffle his hair and remember a time when all of this had only been an unspoken dream.)

#MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! #I miss yall #returning from my forced hibernation temporarily #b99 secret santa 2020 #peraltiago fic #b99 fic #christmas fluff #peraltiago fluff

[schrijverr]

A tree of promises

Christmas coutdown day 4

Jake and Amy decorate the house together for Christmas

Ships: Jake x Amy

Warnings: none

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This is going to be epic!” Jake said excitedly.

In the corner of the room stood a giant tree surrounded by boxes of decorations. Amy smiled softly at her husband and said: “Lets start. I’ve made a planner which helps us be as effecient as possible.”

Jake nodded and said: “Hit me. What is my first task sargent Peralta.”

Amy rolled her eyes at the title, but couldn't help the fond look that spread out over her face. From her pockt she got a piece of paper and pointed at the list: “I want you to hang up the lights in the room and hang the Christmas wreat on the door, after that you can help me with the tree.”

Jake put on some Christmas music and the two set to work. Jake was humming along and Amy was bopping her head in time with the music. When Jake was done he grabbed the first ball and went to hang it in the tree, bt stopped before he could. “Where do you want this one?” Jake asked.

Amy looked at the decoration he was holding and then to the tree. She pointed at an empty spot on the right side and Jake dutifully put the ball in the tree. He knew his wife had a picture in her head of the tree and she had all these small rules the tree had to listen to.

They continued to decorate and soon the whole house was Christmas-y. Jake had a broad smile on his face and he said to Amy: “This is amazing. I never had this as a kid, but I love this.”

Amy smiled at him and she said: “Lets go. We still need to put the presents under the tree.”

Excitedly Jake bounced over to where they had stored there presents. They carried them to the tree and put them under it. When Jake set down a big box he looked doubtful and asked: “You really think he will like it?”

“Of course he will, Jake” Amy assured him, “Every baby loves a rocking horse, it’s going to be great.”

“I know, I just want his first Christmas to be perfect.” Jake said.

Amy caressed his cheek and said: “I do to, but what can go wrong when he has such a great dad.”

A fond and proud look came on Jakes face as he said: “And a wonderful and amazing mother.” then he kissed her.

It was short and sweet, and interrupted by the baby monitor through which soft cries were heard. Jake looked at it and quickly let Amy go as he rushed to the baby room and got the little guy out of bed. Through the door Amy saw him rocking their kid as he softly murmured to him and she decided that she had never made a better choice than falling in love with one beautiful Jake Peralta.”

#RR writing #RR Christmas countdown #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #B99 #jake peralta #jamy #Jake #Jake x Amy #amy santiago #Amy #Amy x Jake #peraltiago #peraltiago fluff #jamy fluff #peraltiago baby #jamy baby

[mirakeul]

the bet, the date, and the unexpected [pt.1]

notes ; very much inspired by peraltiago, aka my parents, aka jake and amy from brooklyn nine-nine and their worst date ever ! :'D if there are some inconsistensies,,,, please forgive me HAHAHA i just wanted to write something cute with my fave main.. this will have two parts though! :DDD and dw it won't be too close to the episode in b99 KHDKDH i think? HAHAHA

warnings ; none i think, v cute slight enemies to lovers

words ; 729

summary ; you and the cavalry captain bet on who would be the better adventurer/knight...things go incredibly.... wrong? or maybe not?

pairing ; kaeya alberich x gender neutral! reader [reader uses they/them]

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part 1 part 2

"cavalry captain."

"yes, knight?" kaeya smirked. "are you ready to lose the bet? it ends today."

"wait, what bet?" venti said, settling down near noelle.

"right, you really haven't been in monstadt for too long, haven't you?" barbara said, disbelief in her eyes. "it's the bet. you know, the one tacked in front of the adventurer's guild? katheryne has been keeping score and every time someone finishes a commission, it's all they talk about."

"yeah, six months ago, the cavalry captain and i made a bet to prove who's the better adventurer-slash-knight. whoever finishes the most bounties and commissions wins."

you all looked back to the faithful day in jean's office, some of your friends gathered around you two as you worked out the terms of the bet. jean was out on some errands, leaving the other guild members under kaeya who then proceeded to provoke you.

“get ready for the worst date ever, y/n l/n.” kaeya smirked, his hands shaking yours as you sealed off the bet. the person who finishes more commissions and bounties by the guild wins.

“and get ready for your sibling bonding with master diluc, kaeya.” you said, smirking in confidence. you will win.

“i did not agree to this.”

“paimon thinks master diluc should just go with it!”

“go y/n!”

venti laughed as lumine shrugged when kaeya gave her a betrayed look. she looked at paimon who was whispering in her ear, smiling as she whispered back. however, you were just focused on kaeya as you shook hands.

back to the present, you were both tied which, of course, heightens the excitement of those that new of the bet which was practically all of monstadt. you locked eyes with kaeya when you heard acting grand master jean's arrival, quickly running to the knights of favonius headquarters, using your vision to help you navigate along the way.

kaeya, however, was faster due to his cryo vision and you were stuck waiting outside with lisa who was asking you about the bet.

"uh, one second." you told her, walking past kaeya who just got out of the room. "acting grand maste-!"

"no, commissions will be assigned as they always were, y/n."

you turned around, making an annoyed look at kaeya who laughed at you. lisa stared knowingly at the two of you, shaking her head as she went back to the library, muttering to herself. the clock is running out with the both of you still tied which leads you to hertha who, luckily, has a bounty yet to be in progress. you quickly finish it, signing your one bounty to katheryne who verified with one minute left.

"ladies and gentlemen, i just finished another bounty and i take the lead with one minute left!" the crowd murmured against themselves as kaeya, seemingly unbothered, muttered an oh no.

"yes, oh n--," you were then taken aback. "you don't seem worried, why aren't you worried?"

"katheryne, sign this please!" your eyes traveled to the document where a picture of a group of treasure hoarders were attached. "meet these guys! last bounties of the day."

"that doesn't count, they're just one commission."

"yeah, well, they're not. they have been caught a couple of times now so acting grand master jean sent for a manhunt. face it, y/n, you lose."

"never." your eyes were manic as you looked at the blue-haired captain.

"five, four, three, two, one!" he sweetly smiled as you scowled. "it's over, i win, you lose."

you can distantly hear a "thank god" from the crowd which you paid no mind as kaeya invited venti to play. you rolled your eyes, an obvious frown on your face as kaeya dropped to one of his knees, opening a ring box.

"y/n l/n, you have made me the happiest man on monstadt. will you go on the worst date ever with me?" he grinned, whispering albeit loudly for everyone to still hear. "you have to say yes."

"..."

"hm?"

"..yes."

"they said yes~" you hid your face on your palms as lumine and paimon tried to comfort you. you dropped your hands, looking past her... at kaeya who caught your gaze. he lifted the wine glass in his hand as you looked away. you're going on the worst date, A DATE, with the cavalry captain… what could ever go wrong?

© mirakeul ; do not modify or reupload anywhere else but reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#cause i love peraltiago sm #genshin #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact brainrot #kaeya #kaeya fluff #kaeya imagines #kaeya drabbles #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya <333 #kaeya x gender neutral reader #enemies to lovers #fluff #cute

[qoutesarchive]

"He look at you like he just realised what love is"

#jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #b99 #brooklyn 99 #peraltiago #aww #adorable #love is love #fluff and romance #fluff #addictive love #addiction #passion #passionate love #awwdorable cute #aww cute #soulmates #eternal love #true love #real love #forever is love #awwdorable #love #loveislove #loveqoutes #lovers #dailydoesoflove #captivated by love #love quotes

[ithinkhobiknows]

March 30 2030

Amy is making a binder for all of her kids. Jake is just trying to help.

"No Jake the heart stickers are for all of my babies including you!"

"Wait you have a binder on me?? How did I not know this?"

"I'm surprised that you don't know? you're a great detective I thought you figured it out already"

"Who else so you have binders on? Charles? Holt? Scully? Rosa?"

"I would have one on Rosa but I literally don't know anything except that her name is Rosa? And that she carries an axe.. either way you get my point"

"Wow so are you going to show me my binder or not?"

"Well.... I mean I made it for me so why do you need to see it" Amy says laughing nervously.

"It's about me I gunsta (gotta) see it" Jake replies

"OKAY FINE BUT YOU CANT ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT IT" Amy says with a vague British accent.

(I have a personal head cannon that when Amy gets nervous which talks in a vague British accent, Amy thinks its embarrassing and Jake finds it adorable )

*cuts to Jake seeing *HIS* binder*

Jake is laughing hysterically, while Amy sits to his side looking at him.

"BABE IF I HAD KNOWN YOU HAD AN ENTIRE SECTION FOR THAT NYPD SWEATSHIRT I WOULD HAVE WORN IT MORE!"

"It's NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN THAT SWEATSHIRT OKAY" Amy answers back.

[Proof of how good he looks in that nypd sweatshirt]

"Where did you even get these pictures anyway?" Jake questions

"The security cams from the office."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Not when you're trying to find pics of your own husband."

"The only thing I take away from that is that you broke the rules so you could have pics of me in that sweatshirt"

"I mean.... technically yes Jake Peralta I broke the rules for you..."

Jake gives her *THE HEART EYES* and the soft smile that makes Amy's heart melt everytime.

+bonus

"So does this mean I have to show you the playlist of songs that remind me of you? Or what?"

"You have a playlist of songs that remind you of me?"

"OH LOOK AT THE TIME I HAVE TO GO I PROMISED TO MEET CHARLES AT THE PARK OKAY GOTTA GO SEE YA LATER AMES!"

Amy just smiles off into the distance.

[shout out to @onediazz03 whose Instagram profile pic is a picture of Jake in his nypd sweatshirt, so that sort of inspired me to write this]

#wait.. i actually like this #thats new #🤌🤌🥺🥺🥺🥺 #its the fluff #i love domestic peraltiago #b99 #peraltiago #thanks for the ask as always #tasha answers

[sonnetsoncanvas]

I am not romantic person,

seriously, I'm not. I don't want grand romantic gestures and flowers on my doorstep.....

what I crave is intimacy, physical and mental intimacy. I want someone to know me. my comfort food, my favorite show, how I liked to be touched, where I liked to be kissed.

because trust me, once you find someone like that, flowers and chocolates wont matter...... your life together would be one enormous romantic gesture

#romanticism #relationship #peraltiago #johnlock #love #tangled #intimacy #affection #passion #life quotes #steve and bucky #dramoine #drarry #wolfstar #jake x amy #klaus hargreeves #darklina #kanej fluff #kaz x inej #malina