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as long as you're with me it's always the time of the year

🌟 HAPPY 6TH OF DECEMBER: DOOR ONE 🌟

Welcome to door one of four! 

Behind my Christmas calendar’s first door is a... pre-relationship Peraltiago Christmas oneshot! ♥️ And I bet you have this series overall “theme” figured out now 😙If not then I guess you’ll have to tune back in in another six days! Until then I hope you can enjoy this first fic in the Christmas calendar/oneshot series!

Summary: The only thing Jake likes about the holidays is the Nine-Nine's annual Christmas party. This year, perhaps, he will come to prefer Amy's misfortune and company. Takes place somewhere between S02 E09: The Roadtrip and S2 E011:The stakeout.

Rating: G  Words: 6k

Read on AO3 here

🎁⬇️OPEN DOOR ONE HERE ⬇️🎁

The smell of pine trees, cinnamon and every other Christmas spice imaginable hangs over the precinct when Jake walks in on his day off. Normally he’d never set a foot near work on one of his holy days off, but today is the precinct’s annual Christmas party, and that he of course isn’t stupid enough to miss. Who would want to miss out on happenings like Boyle bringing some unknown Christmas-snack no one would ever want; drunk-Amy making an appearance; Gina hustling secret Santa gifts from young beat cops? Not Jake, that’s for sure.

This year’s party is being held on the third floor, the Special Victims Unit’s floor, and the second the elevator doors open before him Jake is met by the loud buzz made up of Christmas music, and people talking and laughing. Colors are everywhere; from the different, ugly shirts and Christmas sweaters people are wearing to the familiar, cliché Christmas decorations which have probably been reused for the past twenty Christmas parties. It’s horribly perfect, Jake thinks. Perhaps he hates the holidays, yes, but he does love the messy parties they bring along.  

“Jakey! Welcome!”

The detective has just barely stepped out of the elevator, onto festive grounds, when Charles appears right before him, holding two mugs of what appears to be some hot liquid. Jake is by no means very religious although he still prays to higher powers that said hot liquid is not that mulled Norwegian fish-wine his friend brought last year. Charles hands over one of the mugs and Jake is seriously afraid to look or, potentially even more hazardous, breathe in the toasty steam rising from it.

“Hey, bud. What’s that?”

“Mulled wine!” Charles takes a sip of his own mug meanwhile Jake can’t stop eyeing him, suspiciously so, because if there is one thing Jake doesn’t trust his best friend with then it’s primarily and definitely anything food and drink-related.

“Actual mulled wine or fish-wine?”

There is no getting around the fact that Charles is obviously hurt by the lack of trust his best friend is showing, when the little man’s face falls deadpan. “It happened once , Jake. One time.”

They start walking towards the briefing room, one much bigger than the one on their floor, where the life of the party is.

“I threw up for two days straight after last time - just saying, bud!”

Jake dares to smell the beverage and it does actually smell like actual mulled wine, so he hesitantly takes a sip, just in case it turns out he’s been betrayed. Alas the flavor tells him the liquid is indeed normal mulled wine, which makes this yet another cracked case for Peralta.

Inside the briefing room that is crowded with people, both some he knows and a lot that he doesn’t, a Christmas tree and all kinds of snacks and drinks, it’s hard to tell who is from what department and honestly? Jake doesn’t care. As long as people seem to be a good time and are willing to laugh at his hilarious charms then he’s down to clown. Or down to Santa - whatever Christmas-saying is more suitable.

“Has Gina scored herself some gifts yet? And how many drinks is Santiago at?”

Jake awaits an answer while his friend pours himself some more of the warm wine, and puts the time to good use by removing his leather jacket before hanging it on a random chair nearby. The party will be hot, literally, he figures.

“Hmm, last time I saw Gina she was up to two already…”

“Noice,” Jake nods in approval, mentally noting to check in with his friend later. This has to be the year she beats her record of eights gifts in one evening.

“... And Amy was up to one.”

“Not good enough.”

“We’ve only been here for an hour, Jake.”

Jake pauses. With the winter sun setting so early, he thought he’d missed out on hours of partying when in reality Boyle is right: it’s just barely 6.30 and he’s missed out on so little.

“Fair. I’ll give her that. Where is she anyway?”

Boyle turns just in time to see his friend scouting the room in hopes of finding his partner.

“Someone’s eager to hang out with Amy.” Just as his facial expression, rocking cocking eyebrows and a knowing smirk, Charles’ voice is laced with teasing tones. It’s no secret that Jake commiting to his feelings and acting on them, especially now that both him and Amy are single (and totally into each other, if you ask Charles) is at the top of the older detective’s wishlist - no matter how creepy it is.

“Shut up. I have a girlfriend.” Images of Sophia flash before him, the face she made when he promised her he didn’t like Amy anymore, and deep down Jake feels guilty. The feeling is quickly pushed aside though; he’s done nothing wrong and will do nothing wrong. He’s with Sophia - not Amy. “I just need to laugh at someone and Amy just so happens to be the perfect candidate.”

“Just like she’s perfect in every other way?”

“Boyle!” Jake lightly punches his friend on the arm and it almost causes Charles to spill the hot beverage. Just barely, he manages to restore the liquids balance and keep it in the cup.

“Hey! You almost made me drop my glühwein !” Leave it to Charles to pronounce the foreign word perfectly , and leave it to Jake to, as per usual, roll his eyes at it.

“Anyways, are you going to tell me where Amy is or not?”

The two friends stand back, facing the crowd in an attempt to comb through it, however everyone’s outfits seem so alike - ugly and colourful - and so it quickly hits them just how pointless the mission is.

“I don’t know about know, but last time I saw her she was by the women’s bathroom talking to Rosa. Haven’t seen her since.”

“Hm, okay,” Jake mumbles. “I’ll be right back. I just wanna say hi.”

“Sure you do.”

Quickly decoding the way his words are drenched in a certain teasing tone, Jake doesn’t even need to look at his friend to know there’s a knowing smirk plastered across his face. There’s no doubt: it’s easier for him to just walk away without looking back - so he does.

Boyle is a fool if he thinks he’s got a thing for Amy - that ship has long sailed. In the past, yes, he did have feelings for Amy… But that was before. Before Teddy and Sophia; before realising they were better off as friends; before, before, before. Sure, he’d felt something flare up inside of him that night at the inn with Teddy and Sophia when it was suddenly revealed that Amy used to like him, perhaps still did? He’ll admit that. However that entire trip was crazy, all kinds of emotions on display, and anything that said and/or happened there should be taken with a pinch of salt. Yes, he used to like Amy, ‘used to’ being the keyphrase. Now he was happy with Sophia and couldn't possibly have feelings for Amy. At least not romantic feelings, no. Friendly feelings, the sensation of being happy when around her? Sure. Now, months after said roadtrip to hell, things were back to normal: they were partners and friends, without any weirdness or doubt about the fact. That was it and the way it would stay, no matter what anyone said - especially Charles.

Suddenly he spots her, across the room in a corner with a cup in hand, talking to someone on the phone. The iconic red cup causes a smile to grow on Jake’s face as he is granted an early Christmas wish: drunk-Amy is going to make an appearance tonight. He appreciates all sides of Amy, although drunk-Amy is extra fun - especially ever since Gina let him in on the Santiago-drunkenness scale.

It takes her a second to pick up on his approach, but the second she sees him he receives a smile in return. Her hair is loose and shiny as alway. For tonight’s occasion it has a silvery head band holding it in place. To no one’s surprise, even less Jake’s, she’s wearing what he recognizes as her famous Santiago-dress pants. Although the blazer and usually colored shit has been replaced with a neatly ironed white shirt. The silver headband along with the white shirt? Of course Amy would go for an angel-look instead of a tacky red Santa or a green elf like many of their colleagues. Then again: white does look good really good on her, Jake admits to himself, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Charles’ words were stuck on repeat in his mind then maybe he would’ve told her. A nice, friendly compliment like… “You look pretty” or whatever other nice, not inappropriate thing he could say. It’s easier to say nothing at all, he figures.

The crowd around him is loud but he can hear her talking as he closes in on her. He waves to her and she half-mindedly waves back clearly focused on the conversation she’s in the midst of.

“Okay, yeah…”

He stops next to her and sips on his drink while she finishes up.

“We’ll go meet Santa on Sunday then… Yeah, I’ll meet you there. Bye.”

Although he hates to admit it, Jake is happy to see her hang up. It means she can switch her attention to him.

“Tinder date?” He asks.

She looks up, from putting her phone away, with what Jake considers the iconic ‘ you’re an idiot’-grimace, as a consequence reminding him of the one thing he has a hard time admitting - even to himself: she looks really cute doing just that and he likes that he’s the one person that can bring it out of her.

“Ha. Ha.” Her fake laugh is drier than the failed Christmas cookies she brought last year. “What do you think I do on Tinder-dates?”

“Meet Santa - apparently.”

It’s clear as day that the young man takes immense pleasure in the easygoing banter, the special kind he can only have with Amy, and even though his mouth says and shows one thing then his shining eyes definitely don’t agree. Infatuation is the word although he would never dare to call himself out on it. That was Charles’ job, but luckily no one, to Jake’s advantage, would ever believe the always way too excited little man.

“I can’t believe how funny you are, Peralta,” Amy retorts, voice stuck in the same still flat tone that tries to make believe she isn’t very amused and delighted by the fact that Jake located her just to tease her. It’s a special kind of attention, one she at times has dreaded but with time slowly and surely has come to like - a lot. Even though she pretends not to.

“I can’t believe you go on Tinder-dates, Santiago.”

“I never said I did? You did.” She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow in objection.

“Right, right… Forgot you used to have feelings for me, which means you must’ve cut off all dating in hopes of me coming around one day.”

In all honesty Jake can’t, for the life of him, figure out why he says what he does sometimes. Although, apparently, there must be somewhat truth to it considering how Amy feels her palms heat up against her cold drink, blood rushing to her face where it quickly takes apparent form as a rosy color tinting the apples of her cheeks. Jake, even though it’s so very tempting, tries not to think any of it. Replaying in his mind is the look of confusion and pain on Amy’s face when it was brought up that Amy used to like him. Perhaps it was true but if bringing it up, in a context that wasn’t just for fun and banter, would cause Amy the same troubled feelings from back at the Maple Drip Inn, then it definitely wasn’t worth bringing up again. He shouldn't have said that. Amy didn’t have feelings for him anymore - chapter closed.

“Sorry. Bad joke.”

“It’s fine.” She tries to chuckle it off but he knows a genuine Amy-laugh and this isn’t it.

“Anyways,” Jake takes another sip of his drink leaving the word hanging in the air for a few seconds, aspiring for a change of subject, in case his partner wants to take advantage. She doesn’t though. His turn, he figures.  “If not a mystery man, then who was it?”

She shakes her head smiling at his persistence. “It was my brother Anthony. Him, Christian and I are taking my nephews and nieces to meet Santa.”

“Wow, all five hundred of them?”

Amy has to laugh at this, a genuine laugh this time, one with no snarky comment because he’s kind of right: her family is huge and she appreciates him taking note of it even though the number is horribly wrong.

“Almost… Just the ten of them.”

A shared chuckle between the two settles a nice and comfortable atmosphere around the two; one where the rest of the room disappears into the background and it’s just the two of them laughing and poking at each other as if there’s no half-awkward and delicate taboo to dance around.

Sadly the moment isn’t meant to last for much longer. Jake is halfway into one of his crazy stories, making Amy laugh louder and louder with every sip of her first drink. Out of nowhere, a heavy figure, certainly bigger than Amy’s, comes tumbling into her from the side and it to no one’s surprise results in her drink flying out of her hands, splashing all over her. Amy lets out a whelp, time stands still, everything seems to go silent as everyone around Amy, Jake included, stares in horror at the sudden mess.

Her drink, an unknown clear liquid mixed with melting ice, meets her previously so white and crisp shirt immediately soaking it - there’s no saving it.

“Oh, shit.” The stutter comes from the young man of the hour, someone Jake quickly recognizes at the loud and ruthless - and that’s coming from Jake - beat cop, Officer Miller. Jake finally snaps out of his daze, surprise and disbelief having him thrown completely off track. It’s then he really notices the look of horror on his partner’s half-drenched, very disappointed face, and even though he’s not to blame and it’s barely been ten seconds since the moment of collision, he wishes he’d reacted sooner.

“Oh my gosh,” Amy spits out, the sad remains of her drink plastered to her lower face and clothes.

“Fuck,” Miller adds another stutter to the list of pointless doings, right amidst the act of just standing there completely incapable of anything at all. From his point of view, Jake is witnessing the hopelessness play out before him -  Amy frozen, in shock, and Miller simply staring in disbelief at the consequences of his own acts -  when he suddenly notices how the young officer’s eyes shamelessly wander, from where they were looking at Amy’s face, downwards. Why whould he-

Jake’s eyes trail along, ingeniously, but quickly fly back to where they were looking at the offender - this time with rage in them. Miller’s eyes are still gawking at one specific area on Amy: her torso where her previously nice, white shirt - one Jake can picture Amy spending hours ironing and being excited to wear - is now very much see-through.

“Hey, what the hell, man!”

Jake is by no means a violent person, nevertheless he can’t contain himself. Not when Amy is right before him looking like a lost puppy. He lightly punches the other man’s shoulder.

“What the hell, yourself! Don’t touch me!” Miller, having finally snapped out of his perverted daydream, defends himself and takes a threatening step towards Jake.

“Jake, it’s okay-” Just like all the seminars have taught her, Amy tries to interrupt the escalating conflict; one that’s somehow partly her fault but at the same time not at all. However, feeling very exposed, starting to feel anxious, she doesn’t force anything. Left to do is nothing but to stand back and watch Jake stand his ground - even when the younger but notably taller man steps up to him.

“How about you have some decency and apologize to my partner?”

Jake is enraged, obviously by the drink-incident itself, but mostly by the young officer’s disrespectful reaction that followed suit. On the occasion that he wouldn’t much rather use his energy on listening to and helping Amy then maybe, just maybe, he would’ve engaged further. Inside his head he counts down from ten, still glaring with fiery eyes at Miller, and not moving before he’s reached zero. As if on cue Amy breaks the silence.

“Jake… Let it go. It was an accident.”

She’s too good for her own self, he thinks. Her voice is shaky, not disturbingly so but just enough to get Jake to turn around, and his reasoning is confirmed: his energy and time is better spent helping her, however he can. The crowd around them has once again started buzzing, as if nothing ever happened, and the only thing Jake has eyes for is Amy and the distressing way in which she has her arms crossed before her in an attempt to hide herself. Her body’s posture obviously translates to her facial features, the anxiety starting to show, so of course Jake wastes no time; without further hesitation, he pulls off his iconic blue hoodie and makes sure to help it onto her, shielding her from the rest of the party. Once in a while he throws a glance at her face, and he can tell the very second it hits her that he must’ve seen it too since he knows what’s going on.

“Don’t worry about it. Except for that idiot, no one saw anything. Don’t think about it… Okay?” He reassures her, hopefully putting her mind at ease, and makes sure to catch her eyes before continuing. Hopefully she believes him.  

“Thank you,” she whispers as they stand face to face while Jake makes sure his hoodie is covering her properly. He wants to smile, be the good in her dreadful situation, but still feeling too pissed he can only muster a nod before he wraps a protective arm around her shoulder. “Come with me, Amy. Lets go fix this.” It’s his way of telling her to come with him, that she can trust him and that he’ll take care of it. He can feel her follow him, thus guiding her to the elevator.

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Still in a somewhat trance-like state, Amy lets Jake guide her, arm safely around her shoulder and small-talking to keep her calm, down the dimly lit hall of the basement and into the Nine-Nine’s men’s locker room. Her soaked shirt has slowly started soaking through Jake’s hoodie, the wet tips of Amy’s hair dripping onto it as well, and there’s a very good reason Jake has brought her where he has. He doesn’t waste a second and gently sits her down on the bench in the middle of the many lockers.

“Just sit tight, Ames. I’m going to fix this.”

She nods instead of breaking her silence, still feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the embarrassing situation which has unfortunately triggered an anxious part of her that she most of the time can keep in check. Alas this situation was too much, understandably so, and all she has to cling onto is her partner rummaging rather aimlessly through what she hopes is his locker. Must be; the inside of the door is covered in a Die Hard poster, and Amy feels herself smile a bit at the sight. That is so very Jake Peralta. Even more so when, during the intense search, all kinds of random items accidently fall out of the locker. Everything from packs of gum and old receipts to DVDs and lonely socks.

“Aha! Knew I had it in here!”

Jake pulls a chequered item from the depths of his - very messy, Amy can’t help but shudder - locker before turning to her with a wide, proud smile that lets her know: mission accomplished. He puts a red flannel on display for her and his smile never falters. “On top of being clean and warm it’s also red. Very christmassy, Santiago.”

“Have you just… always had that in there?”

“Probably since I transferred here,” Jake chuckles as he throws all the things that fell out during his search for the flannel back into the chaos of the locker. “Red is not my best color, so I just keep it in there in case I need a change of clothes…” he trails off as if he’s considering his next move, then his head whips around to look at her. “... Or, like, in case my best friend is in trouble. Might not be up to Santiago-standards but I promise it isn’t gross or anything.”

Amy can’t fight it as tiny butterflies break free in her stomach at the sight of her caring partner, someone she could potentially see as more but alas she’ll never say out loud, send her that small, mischievous yet shy smile of his. Instead of saying anything, too baffled to say anything coherent, her eyes will secretly sparkle and heart do a double take. A joke can perhaps do the job, she thinks, hating how Jake-like she’s become over the years.

“Best friend? I don’t see Boyle in here.”

“What a silly thing to say, Santiago.” Having stuffed all of his randomness back into the locker, he turns back to look at her. “You know very well that you’re my best friend, too.”

Silence, more intense than their usual comfortable ones, fall over them as their eyes stay in touch. It’s as if someone’s supposed to say something, supposed to confess, but nothing of that nature presents itself. Instead Jake clears his throat.

“Now take your wet shirt off and put this on.” He hands her the flannel and for a second their eyes lock again. She takes it from him and keeps their eyes locked, for just a second too long as if she’s trying to communicate through the stare. A tension, one made of something unspoken, once again connects them. Too bad Jake’s quick to divert the situation by clearing his throat, she think, even though she also knows he’s right.

“Uhm, so yeah… Put that on and I’ll wait outside. There’s another hoodie in my locker, uhm on top, if you’re still cold.”

“T-thanks, Jake.”

A small smile is sent her way before he disappears out into the hall and closes the door, allowing Amy to let out a deep breath. Damn Jake Peralta for being so amazing.

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“Tadaaa.”

Jake’s head flies up, from where he was looking down at his phone, to witness a sight he definitely shouldn’t be loving as much as the butterflies in his stomach tell him he certainly does. There’s apparently something about Amy Santiago in his flannel and hoodie that does something to him; sweaty palms, speeding heartbeat and all that jazz.

“How do I look?”

Beautiful. He thinks but doesn’t say it out loud. There’s a teasing glint in his partner’s eyes, one he wants to fall and dive right into so badly, but he’s too aware to give into it. Amy does a pageant twirl and it couldn’t be timed any better, Jake thinks: it’s the perfect occasion for him to throw in a joke and break the spell that he seems to be under.

“Stunning,” he jokes and prays to some higher power that it’s enough to drench them in that never-that-serious, goofy energy they seem to be all about, even after the most serious and intense moments. “Like looking at myself in the mirror.”

She scrunches her nose and smiles, a face she always makes when he says something funny, and Jake doesn’t complain. “Ouch.” She says, pretend-hurt.

“Hey! I’m very handsome, thank you very much…”

“Whatever.” She shakes her head. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.” He smiles, genuinely as only he can, and Amy wants to thank him for so much more than just tonight. She wants to thank him for always being on her side, always making her feel good in every situation imaginable, even the bad ones, and she wants to thank him for truly being her best friend. That would come off as a very emotionally loaded confession though, so instead she bites her lip.

“Anyways… I think I’m gonna head home. I’m not really feeling like going back there.” She confesses.

All at once the light and cheery Amy, the Amy that jokes and rolls her eyes at him, seems to be switched off and once again replaced by the hesitant Amy he rarely sees. The few times he has witnessed said hesitant and insecure Amy, without hesitation or questions, he feels a somewhat irrational need to help her, take care of the thorn in her side, whatever that might be. Although now, with a girlfriend, one that isn’t Amy, weighing down on his conscience, he isn’t quite sure of how to act. The thought of her sitting at home all alone while he and everyone at the Nine-Nine parties doesn’t fall on fertile ground. No way he’s just letting her walk out.

“I’ll head upstairs with you and grab my coat, say goodbye to the squad, and then I’ll be off before I can embarrass myself again.”

“Ames!”

Barely turned on her heels, Jake is significantly faster and manages to block her way to the elevator. In the depth of his brown eyes Amy, surprised to say the least, can see something unravelling. She’s frozen on the spot where he cut her off.

“Jake?”

“Stay? We can have a fun night without going back up to the party.” He flashes a shy smile that reminds her of the kind she and her brothers always used to flash at their mother whenever they knew they were bargaining for an unreasonable cause. Much like that Jake Peralta is indeed a child disguised as a grown man.  

“Stay?” There’s that stupid cute frown of hers again, he thinks and he actually isn’t quite sure of the answer. Jake had a bad case of blurting out ideas before being fully sure of what said idea fully was, and this was no exception. All he knew was that Amy couldn’t leave to be alone; he couldn’t have her spend the night doing nothing.

“Uh- I… That’s not what I meant.” It kind of actually was, but he can’t force her to stay if she wants to go, which genuinely seems to be her preferred plan. “Let me follow you home - at least.” Nice save, he thinks to himself.

Her frown slowly melts away like snow on a spring day and, if he isn’t completely delusional, Jake can see a small smile rise on her lips instead and his new idea is actually a good one.

“I would lov-” her voice hitches in her throat when she accidently looks right back into her partner's eyes, momentarily thrown off track, but in true Santiago-style she makes a quick comeback. Keeps the feelings abay and packed away like a pro. “That would be nice, Jake. Thank you”.

“Cool cool cool.” Skin against skin can be heard rubbing against each other, an unusual sound, and it confuses Amy for a second until she notices that Jake’s palms are rubbing against each other. A nervous mannerism on his part that has Amy wonder why . Not for too long though. Jake is quick to save himself.  

“Let me go grab our things upstairs. We can meet on the first floor. I’ll tell everyone you feel sick.”

“Thanks, Jake. My coat is-”

“Navy blue, gold buttons and black handbag. Got it.”

So far from a question as could be, a sentence that is more matter of factly than most things Jake says, Amy can only go silent and nod in agreement. The man is very right, after all and she feels fuzzy at how seamlessly it fell from his lips. They enter the elevator in a comfortable silence and after having stepped off on the first floor, Amy can only smile to herself as she sees the elevator doors close between her and what is probably the best partner in the world. Best friend, she corrects herself, reminiscing about Jake’s words from down in the locker room.

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Snow crunches under their feet, the white powder covering every street in Brooklyn, and tonight the otherwise hectic city looks abnormally peaceful. Amidst the winter wonderland, two figures make their way through the drizzling snowfall, both imagining that this is the way things, perhaps, could and should be. Alone, together the two of them, in the world.

Turns out that focusing on the story Amy is currently telling is, even though very interesting, very hard when snowflakes caught in her hair makes it look all glittery and pretty. Also soft, he thinks, and he hates that he wonders what it would feel like to run his fingers through it. Maybe as they were snuggled up on their couch, under blankets, as they watched those stupid Christas movies that he knows she loves. This trail of thoughts is a dangerous one, he’s aware. Luckily Amy herself comes to his rescue, her laughter shattering whatever parallel universe his mind was forming. Of course he laughs along even though he can safely say that he doesn’t know what he’s laughing at. Alone the sound of her laugh is enough to make him want to join. She’s contagious like that - in every way imaginable.

“Hey, Jake?”

She stops and him likewise. “Yeah?”

He turns around to catch her looking longingly at the building they’re currently in front of; a nicely decorated little café. “This place has the best cocoa. Wanna get some? My treat - now that you’re missing out on the party because of me.” She looks back at her partner for some kind of approval, shyly tugging her hair behind her ears in the process and there’s no way Jake can say no - even if he wanted to. The light coming from the café creates an aura-like effect around her figure and Jake swears to himself that she’s an actual angel.

“Sounds good. Mostly because you’re paying,” he manages to snap out of his daydream just in time to come off as nonchalant, teasing, and the two enter the warmth of the café. Inside it’s buzzing with families and couples celebrating the season in each other’s company, and Jake briefly wonders if that will ever be him sitting with a toddler in his lap, allowing it to taste its first hot cocoa as him and the mother witness it with wide smiles on their faces? And with who? Sophia, maybe? Or maybe- no. Definitely can’t go there.

“Two hot dark chocolate with marshmallows, please.”

“Dark?” Jake frowns suddenly back in present time where Amy has made it her task to order their drinks.

“Yeah, they have different kinds but the dark is the best. Trust me.”

“With my life.”

They share a smile and to everyone else in that room, or at least the ones that care enough to pay attention, they could be a couple - foolishly into each other. Before they know it they’re back outside in the cold, although they quickly forget as their respective cups of cocoa warms their hands, and soon after reach Amy’s apartment building. It feels like forever since they left the precinct, when actually, Jake notices when he checks his phone, it’s only been about an hour. Darkness does that to his already questionable sense of time.

His deed is done, he knows; Amy is home safe, and he can head back to the precinct and party with a bunch of people he doesn’t really care about. Or at least cares just a bit less about than Amy. Suddenly the urge to party, act like an idiot and get drunk surely doesn’t sound tempting - at all. Maybe it’s the few hours he’s spent hanging out alone with Amy; perhaps it’s the taste of dark hot cocoa stuck on his tongue, the one he’d moaned about “indeed being the best he’d ever had” just minutes ago… He can’t figure it out but something from within the last two hours has him hating the thought of being anywhere else but here with Amy. If he asked her to hang out outside in the snow, he would.

“So... “ Amy breaks the silence. “Thanks for walking me home… And the shirt and hoodie.You’ll have it back, washed and everything, tomorrow. Promise.”

Consistent as always, Jake thinks and smiles with amusement radiating from his eyes. “Yeah, I’m really going to need that back asap. It’s not like I have the exact same outfit, like times ten, at home… Like some cartoon animal.”

She laughs, throwing her head back and Jake feels the snow beneath him melt.

“Good to know.” She straightens back up, arms crossed to keep her warm, even though Jake is certain her smile must radiate enough warmth to keep them both warm.

“No worries.”

Silence swallows them and all there is to be heard is the sound of the forever and always buzzing Brooklyn; cars, people yelling, jingle bells, dogs barking and everything that makes Brooklyn oh so very Brooklyn.

“Sooo…” Amy shuffles on the spot nervously creating small patterns in the before solid snow. “Are headed back to the party? I bet Charles misses you.”

They share a chuckle, both well-knowing she isn’t joking.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right but... “ He hesitates to say it, nervously biting his lip as the hands in his pocket’s shuffle around for nothing at all. “I don’t think I’m gonna head back. I’m just gonna head home. Everyone’s probably all buzzed by now and I don’t think I’m up for the challenge of catching up.”

“Oh… I- uhm-”

The shuffling only grows worse and it’s as if the young woman can’t find peace, bit by bit aggravating the guilt she’s suddenly feeling - a guilt he’d never intended her to feel. “Jake, I’m so sorry if you felt like you had to skip the party to follow me home. You should've just stayed behind and had fun with everyone. I would’ve been just fin-”

“Ames.” He gently grabs her by the upper arms, stopping her from spiralling completely. “Shut up.” He makes sure to smile when he says it. “I’ve had way more fun hanging out with you than I would’ve with those bazillion strangers back at the precinct.”

He can feel her shoulders drop, relaxing, before she flashes back a smile. A snowflake lands on the very tip of her nose and Jake smiles even wider. Little does she know why. “First of all: bazillion is not a real number. Second of all: if it was then I don’t think that many people work at our precinct,” she argues with a glimt in her eye that matches the snowflakes on her face.

“How can you know if bazilion is not an actual number? A bazillion might be like.. 85?” He tilts his head in that challenging way he always does when he knows he’s got a point.

Silence.

“You might be one of the Nine-Nine’s best detectives but, my God,I swear sometimes you’re so stupid,” she finishes with an affectionate chuckles.

“No doubt.”

They both laugh it off and it’s so them, they both can’t help but think.

“Anyways… Feel free to say no, but wanna come up? We can finish our cocoas and watch a Christmas movie, maybe?”

There’s nothing he’d rather do. Without a doubt.

“I would like that.”

“Okay then,” she agrees and unlocks the door to her building. “I’m not watching ‘Die Hard’ though.”

“Aw, come on, Ames!” he whines.

“It’s not a Christmas movie and if you try to convince me otherwise, then I will prove you wrong. I have a list of arguments saved on my phone - solely for this very occasion.”

“Challenge accepted!”

They end up watching ‘Home Alone’ instead, huddled up on Amy’s couch with each their blanket and hot cocoa, a friendly distance between them, of course, and if you were to ask them, they both had the best Christmas party-evening. They laugh their way through the movie and each other’s company, no complications in sight, and how they both wish, deep down, that everyday could be like this.

The end. 

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#letsperaltiago christmas 2020 #Gosh i hope this concept doesn't flop #i hope the picture doesn't make this post too bulky and ugly 🥺 #PINING JAKE AND AMY THO #peraltiago #oneshot #jake and amy #jake peralta #Amy Santiago #Jake x Amy #fanfic #fanfiction #b99 #Brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine-nine #fluff #christmas #pre-relationship #pining #door one

[eatajerkpal7]

Who do I ask to write a Jake/Amy, hurt/comfort fic based on the lyrics “if only you could see yourself in my eyes. You’d see you shine, you shine” from Lost by Dermot Kennedy???

#preferably early or pre relationship #but I’m not picky I’ll take anything #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #andy samberg #jake peralta #brooklyn 99 #amy santiago #peraltiago #jake x amy #b99 fic #b99 fan fiction #peraltiago fic #fic request

[397bartonstreet]

'Danger' for the 3-sentence fic prompt!

Jake is in danger.

And he’s been life threatening danger before, but this is different. This is worse.

He’s in mortal danger of falling in love with the brilliant woman sitting across from him.

Send me a word and I’ll write a 3 sentence fic!

#some pre-relationship pining #b99 #peraltiago #my writing #b99 fics

[peraltasames]

he’s the earth and heaven to you

a pre-relationship one shot entirely inspired by me listening to ‘i won’t say i’m in love’ from hercules on repeat (set not too long after boyle-linetti wedding)

read on ao3

It is truly through no fault of Caleb Donovan, a handsome man in his late thirties with a job at the Museum of Natural History, that Amy decides to abandon their first date before she’s finished her first cocktail.

It would be easy to blame Captain Holt, who asked her to join Jake on a stakeout in Prospect Heights, or Charles, who had to leave said stakeout due to food poisoning from the sketchy seafood truck they’ve all suggested a million times that he avoid. She could peg it on her dedication to her career, though surely her name on the arrest report for a low-level marijuana dealer won’t make or break any future promotions.

(By far the most likely option is the text she got from Jake as soon as her call with Holt came to an end - u coming to stakeout? i’ll let you choose the music - which made her brain short-circuit longer than she would care to admit.)

So she bids the smart, sexy historian that Kylie swore she would like (and she probably should like) goodnight, gives him ten dollars to cover her drink and mumbles an apology about her work emergency. She sincerely hopes he didn’t overhear her insisting that she didn’t have any plans and was “free as a bird” when Holt offered to send Rosa instead.

It doesn’t occur to her to swing by her place and change or remove her bright red lipstick or even pull back her curled hair before she’s parking behind Jake’s Mustang and sliding into the passenger seat. The realization that she probably should’ve changed doesn’t dawn on her until Jake’s eyes linger on her for a second longer than they usually do and he, rather quickly, jerks his head away and fixes his eyes on the parking lot in front of them.

“Why, um - why are you dressed like that?”

“You look nice too, Peralta,” she says teasingly, with a small eye roll that she hopes distracts him from the blush creeping onto her cheeks at his flustered reaction. “I was on a date.”

He doesn’t respond at first, his eyes remaining glued to the completely empty lot where their perp isn’t expected to show up for another hour.

“Oh, I got you a coffee, you take seven sugars and four creams, right? I wasn’t sure if I mixed up the numbers.” He glares at her seriously while she narrows her eyes, eventually cracking a smile. “Just kidding. It’s only got milk.”

Amy smiles gratefully, reaching to grab the steaming cup he’s holding out for her. She takes a small sip, furrowing her brows in confusion at the slightly different taste.

“Wait, is this-”

“Decaf, yeah. It’s almost nine, and a crazy person once told me that drinking regular coffee this late is ‘sleep schedule suicide’, so…”

She rolls her eyes again, and she’s pretty sure the affection behind it is even more poorly restrained than the last one.

“Thanks.”

It takes a few minutes for him to brief her on the details of the case, after which they fall into a familiar, comfortable silence while closely watching the spot where Jake’s CI told them his dealer would show up between the hours of nine and ten. True to his word, he allows her to select a soft alternative station on low volume that is far less distracting than his usual picks - she never guessed that she would become so familiar with Taylor Swift’s discography at thirty-one.

“So, I take it the date didn’t go well?”

The coffee she just sipped catches in the back of her throat the question, making her cough unceremoniously. The topic of her love life has been unofficially off-limits since the dreadfully awkward demise of her and Teddy’s relationship. Her dates since then have been few and far between, and she really doesn’t want Jake to piece together why none of them have turned into anything more before she can fully understand it herself.

“Um, it was fine,” she mumbles, playing with the hem of her dress. “He was nice and he has a good job and everything-”

“He was boring, then?” Jake infers, a smug look on his face.

She purses her lips. “Actually, no. He’s really into sports and he plays guitar and-”

“Then why’d you ditch him for a boring stakeout?” He raises an eyebrow, making her cheeks burn under his questioning glare. “Rosa would’ve covered for Charles if you said you were busy.”

“I-I don’t know,” she stutters as it becomes increasingly harder to breathe. “I guess there was just something missing.”

She isn’t sure if the chill running up her spine is a result of the chilly air and her exposed arms or purely a biological response to the feelings threatening to burst out of her chest, but she busies herself with adjusting the dial to turn up the heat.

“Oh, the heating’s broken,” Jake says apologetically, even though there’s no way he’s cold in mid-April. “I was gonna fix it, but ya know, crushing debt and all…”

“It’s okay,” Amy interjects, running her hands up and down her goosebump-clad arms.

Her sharp, clear tone would normally indicate to him that the conversation is over, but his eyes don’t leave her shivering frame until she sees him begin to shrug off his leather jacket in her peripheral vision.

“Jake, it’s fine-”

“You’re clearly cold,” he mutters, wrapping the jacket around her shoulders and unintentionally grazing the skin of her forearm in the process.

With his coat draped over her, the sleeves noticeably too long, and his body so close to her that she can feel his warmth emanating, she can’t control the sudden burning desire that he was her date tonight. She’d sworn before that being one of the girls in his car was her worst nightmare, but it feels more like an idyllic fantasy right now to be able to lean over and press her lips to his and run her fingers through his hair.

“Thanks, Jake,” she says, voice lower than before.

His face softens as their eyes meet, a small lopsided smile creeping onto his face that barely offsets the earnest, thoughtful look in his deep brown eyes. Their faces are even closer now, so close that it would take very little effort for her to kiss him.

“Any time, Ames.”

He smiles a little more after using the nickname, which has become almost a regular thing lately, and she tries not to try to find correlation with his breakup with Sophia or the number of times he’s asked her to grab a drink after work or the secret glances she’s noticed him take while he does his paperwork. It’s the same look that he gave her a couple weeks ago at Charles and Gina’s parents’ wedding, and this exact smile has not left her mind since.

The thought of kissing him is now so tantalizing that she’s about to drop everything, every charade and excuse and lie that she’s told him and everyone and herself to try to prove that she isn’t crazy about him. Any consequence that could possibly come from it is overshadowed by the long-growing need to be closer to him, to tell him and show him how much her feelings have intensified.

She moves about half an inch in his direction before she spots a flurry of movement in the corner of her eye.

“Is that your guy?” she asks, still waiting for Jake to snap out of the magnetic trance they had both just fallen under.

Blinking fast, Jake spots the man stepping out of the sedan a few dozen feet away and nods quickly.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The arrest takes about thirty seconds, transporting the perp back to the precinct occupies another ten minutes, and they’re forced into another premature goodnight by the time the clock strikes ten. She settles back into her car and checks her phone, leaving the confused texts from Kylie about why she ditched her date for the morning.

It’s not an easy feat to explain to her best friend, who she’s spent hours complaining to about her annoying coworker that she’s constantly competing with and his childish antics, that she could set her up with the nicest, smartest, most interesting guy in New York and she would still choose Jake Peralta. In a heartbeat, in any version of reality, she would choose Jake Peralta.

She thinks she made that choice a long time ago, and all that’s left to do at this point is to work up the courage to act on it.

#jake x amy #b99 fic #peraltiago #i've like never written pre relationship so this is possibly garbage but !! enjoy !! #we love pining! amy #myfics

[becughmitchell]

jake “little boy pulling little girl’s pigtails” peralta + putting the blame on amy

#b99edit #b99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago #brooklyn nine nine #i love their pre-relationship antics #mine #parallels

[bugheadtrash]

I Can Barely Breath and All I want To Do Is Fall in Deep

Amy typically doesn’t mind working Valentine’s Day. Most years, she would much rather be progressing her career than sitting at home eating takeout and watching T.V., wallowing in her own loneliness. This year, however, she is newly single and pining after a coworker that she can never date—thanks in part to her own “no dating cops” rule, and the last thing she wants to do is sit in a car for 6 hours with said coworker. When Holt assigned cases this morning, Amy swears she felt all of the air leave the room at “Peralta, take Santiago for the Russo case. Our CI says to expect some activity after the dinner rush tonight. I want you both there in case something goes down.”

Charles was of course ecstatic claiming this was their chance to confess their love for each other. Rosa snorted, knowing full well how awkward this will be, and Gina just looked amused. The whole precinct could feel the tension between Amy and Jake, ever since the Boyle-Linetti wedding. There has been some flirty banter, but anytime it becomes too real Amy finds herself panicking and the days that follow are usually awkward and uncomfortably silent between the two partners. Eventually, things settle into a normal routine until it happens again. This time, the event took place yesterday. Eyes lingered just a few moments too long causing Amy’s heart to beat nearly out of her chest. Before she knew it, she was on the roof having a shame cigarette. She’d been avoiding Jake ever since, and this stake out really put a damper on things.

So now, they sit in his beat-up Mustang outside of a hole-in-the-wall family owned restaurant on arguably the most romantic day of the year (though Amy is partial to New Year’s Eve, personally). It admittedly has not been as awful as Amy previously thought, but it’s mostly been small talk. How’s that one case going, any thoughts on the new options in the vending machine, etc.  Nothing too personal and nothing that could lead to flirting, which is a big accomplishment when you consider Jake’s two modes of conversation are joking sarcasm and joking flirtation. But it’s quiet right now, there is no conversation and the silence between the end of one song and the beginning of the next is deafening in the small car.

“God this is so lame, right? Who is going to commit a felony on the most romantic day of the year?” Jake cracks, in an obvious attempt to cut some of the awkwardness.

“I don’t know, it’s actually a decent cover. The restaurant will be so busy, nobody would notice if you step out and commit a shady transaction in the back alleyway. It makes sense to me. You couldn’t do that on a regular night because your absence would be felt, and you can’t do it on a super slow night either because then you don’t have the bustle of activity to hide what you’re doing,” Amy rambles on. It isn’t until she catches Jake’s eyes and see the amusement in them that she realizes she’s been going on for some time about the logistics of dealing in crime while owning a small business. When she finally trails off, Jake laughs, and the sound pools in Amy’s soul. Jake has the best laugh, it’s uninhibited and loud and addicting.  

He is still smiling when he shakes his head at Amy, “Anyways, dork. You’re telling me if we weren’t on this stupid stake out, you wouldn’t be having dinner at some perfectly acceptable restaurant with an Eric or Todd or whoever?”

Amy bites her lip nervously, they’re now treading into a dangerous territory, but she plays along anyways, “You don’t go on first dates on Valentine’s Day, Jake. And as a matter of fact, if I weren’t here, I’d just be at home—”

“Watching reruns of SVU and eating Chinese take-out. Obviously.”

“Alright, stalker. Well what would you be doing? Taking some poor girl to Sal’s for display temperature meat-supreme?” Amy challenges. Two can play the ‘I know you better’ game.

Amy expects another wise crack, but when she looks at Jake his eyes are doing that thing where they are so full of tenderness and Amy feels her face flushing. After a brief pause, he glances back to the restaurant, “Nah. Honestly, I haven’t been on a date in months. I’ve been striking out in the love department ever since Sophia dumped me.”

Amy ignores the warning signs shouting at her to change the subject and probes further, “I find that hard to believe. Who can possibly resist the Peralta charm?”

This time when Jake looks at her, Amy’s heart literally stops, and she curses herself for not changing the subject. He keeps his eyes steady on her before he runs his tongue over his lips quickly (a nervous habit, not that Amy pays attention to what he does with his tongue), “It doesn’t seem to have much of an effect on you.”

The moment lasts for about two seconds before Amy tears her gaze away and focuses on the restaurant instead. She starts to feel the panic set in and is quickly overwhelmed. She either wants to kiss Jake or do a mad dash out of his car and not stop until she’s in her own apartment. Luckily, outside of Russo’s is none other than Ralph Russo and the suspected buyer.

The bust is smooth, and the paperwork doesn’t take too long. Amy is quick to get out of the precinct and into the sanctity of her own home before Jake or anyone else for that matter is able to stop her for a conversation. She is just settling in on her couch, take out spread across her coffee table and ready to press play on the DVR when she hears a knock on her door.

She rolls her eyes. Honestly, if her neighbor loses her key one more time, Amy is strongly considering writing a letter to the landlord. If she can’t be responsible enough to not lose her keys, is she really responsible enough to live in an apartment? Amy huffs and stomps her way to the front door, “Ruth, are you kidding me? How many times do I have to tell you, if you just put the key on your—” Amy is cut off by the person standing on the other side of her door. It is not her neighbor, for once, but Jake. Jake, her partner, standing at her front door looking anxious, “Oh you aren’t Ruth.”

“Nope, and I gotta say…. I’m glad. Sounds like she was about to get a signature Santiago lecture,” Jake grins, running his hand through his hair (another nervous habit, Amy suspects).

“You would not believe how many times she misplaces her keys,” Amy laughs nervously, folding her arms across her chest. It just now occurs to her that she is standing in her doorway and probably looks like a disaster. She hastily changed into her oldest, rattiest NYPD t-shirt and pajama shorts when she got home. Her hair is messily thrown into a low bun and she’s even wearing her glasses. Normally she’d be embarrassed, but she’s much more preoccupied with why Jake is at her apartment.

“Can I come in?” He asks. His tone is light and joking, but if the late-night visit isn’t enough to tip Amy off that something is up, the look in his eyes – the same look that’s become too frequent over the last couple of months, the look he gave her when he told her he liked her, and again when he told her that it was real, the same look he had when Teddy outed her crush on him, and the look her gave her at their friends’ parent’s wedding, that look – well that look, definitely lets her know this isn’t a casual friendly visit. Not that they have those kinds of visits, anyways.

“Yea-yes, of course. Please, come in,” Amy steps aside, allowing Jake into the comfort of her home and safe place.

He takes a few glances around before sitting cautiously on Amy’s couch, smirking to himself when he sees Amy’s food and the episode of SVU ready to be played on her television screen. She blushes, recalling how well he does know her.

“Soo,” Amy sits on the opposite end of Jake and plays with her fingers anxiously.

“You can relax, Ames. I’m not here to make a move on you because I know how much you’d hate that,”

She’s not sure if shocked is the right word, but that’s definitely not what she thought he was going to say when he got here, “Jake, I—”

“No, I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair,” he starts, running his hand through his hair again. Amy tries not to notice how good he looks when he does that, “Listen, I came here to apologize. I was going to apologize after we finished the paperwork, but you ran out so fast I didn’t really get the chance.”

He’s right, of course, she had practically sprinted to her car. She saw him coming to speak to her and she just bolted, which was not cool of her.

His voice is softer when he continues, “I think we can both agree things have been…awkward, at best as of late. And I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, because I have been pushing you and that’s not right. I know you aren’t dating cops anymore, but it just sucks okay? Honestly, I felt like we were finally about to get our chance and then you threw that on me. I didn’t get it at first, but now I get it. And it’s okay.”

It always surprises Amy when Jake is so sincere about anything, but especially about his feelings. She suddenly feels very guilty, because it’s not just Jake. She has been an equal participant in the flirting, and when she is being honest with herself, she likes it and she likes him. But the rule is there for a reason and she needs to stand by that. “You don’t have to apologize… It’s my fault. I’m the one with this stupid rule but here I am, the one making things weird.”

Jake grins though, “so you agree, the rule is stupid?”

Amy rolls her eyes and tries to stop herself from smiling, “It’s stupid, but it’s also important. If I’m being honest, I’m not ready to jump in a relationship yet. And until I am ready, I don’t want things to be weird for us. I just want us to be like we were before all of this.”

Jake nods in agreeance but she can’t help but notice he is a little smug at her admittance that it is stupid, “Alright, let’s be like we were before then. As long as you know, that when you are ready, the Peralta charm is coming back.”

“Jake”

“Ames,” he matches her tone, playfully.

She rolls her eyes again and suddenly they feel back in sync, “I’m not going to eat all of this food by myself, do you want some?”

Jake is digging into the spring rolls before she even gets the question out, flopping himself comfortably back into her couch and pressing play on the DVR. The rest of the night is  spent overeating Chinese food, discussing possible theories for various cases, and laughing… a lot. Around 3:00 a.m., after the credits roll past on their 5th episode of SVU, Jake stretches his arms and yawns.

Amy walks him to the door and before he leaves, he turns to her, wrapping her in a hug—a friend hug, he insists—and thanks her, “Tonight was really fun, Ames.”

“It was. Thanks for coming by, seriously. We needed this.”

He gives her one last squeeze before releasing her and heading out the door. When she closes the door behind him, she sinks to the floor and tucks her hair behind her ears. This might be the best Valentine’s Day she’s ever had.

The next year, of course, exceeds her expectations. They spend it together, but instead of take-out, Jake cooks her a meal and there are candles lit. He tells her he loves her, and she says it back, because she isn’t afraid anymore. He kisses her tenderly between each declaration. They do watch SVU, but it’s only after they’ve made love (three times, but Amy isn’t counting). They lay entangled in Amy’s bed; the title screen playing and laugh about the time Amy tried to convince Jake she just wanted to be friends.

#b99 #peraltiago #jake x amy #peraltiago fic #b99 fic #valentines day fic #valentines day #also on ao3 #mutual pining #pre relationship

[a-written-dream]

Masterpost!

Figured I'd make a masterpost for my fics and my art so it's all easy to find! They're all sorted by fandom and are available under the cut!

My Ao3: a_written_dream

Updated: 10th Mar 2022

Fanfiction

BBC Merlin

Masterlist

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Stand Proud 1.4k, G, Gen, AroAce Jotaro Kujo, Pride, Post-Part 6: Stone Ocean Jotaro is dragged to a Pride Parade and finds out he isn't as broken as he thought.

Fullmetal Alchemist

Be My Date 8.2k, T, EdWin (Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell), Hogwarts AU, 503 Day, Getting Together, First Kiss, Friends-to-Lovers, Christmas Hey Winry What, Ed? Be my date for the Yule Ball

Star Wars

we carry the debt of time 1.7k, T, Rebel Captain (Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso, can be read as platonic or romantic), Not-A-Fix-It, Angst, Implied Major Character Death, Post-Rogue One They survive the battle on Scarif, but they don’t survive the war.

And You Hate That He's Right 1.3k, T, Scoundress / Hanleia (Han Solo/Leia Organa), Luke & Leia, SW: The Empire Strikes Back, light angst, pre-relationship Han thinks he knows exactly what she wants, and she hates that he’s right. – Or: Leia apologises for using Luke to get back at Han, and Luke gets her to admit more than she'd like.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

unnamed drabble 130 words, G, Peraltiago (Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago), Six Sentence Sunday drabble, Fluff

(don't) think about it 469 words, T, Peraltiago (Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago), Pre-Relationship, Post-S2E9 Most of the time, Jake didn't think about it. But sometimes he couldn't help himself. – Or: Jake wasn't sure his feelings for Amy were entirely in the past.

Narcos

unnamed drabble 79 words, M, Stavier (Steve Murphy/Javier Peña), Six Sentence Sunday excerpt, Implied Sexual Content, slight NSFW?

Attack on Titan

the tree on the hill 1,415 words, T, gen, Post-Canon, Post-Ch139, Past Major Character Death, Dream-like

Other written works

“Would you have done anything differently, if you’d known the end?” “Everything. And nothing at all.”

Fanart

Multifandom

Aro week

Summary of Art 2020

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Aromantic Jotaro Kujo

Aromantic Gyro Zeppeli

Aromantic Diego Brando

Jolyne Cujoh SO announcement

Gyro Zeppeli manga redraw

Baby Star Platinum & manatee

Mandalorian Jotaro Kujo

Jolyne and Jotaro VA redraw

Fullmetal Alchemist

Aromantic Edward Elric

Aromantic Alphonse Elric

Reaching

Ed redraw

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Season 7 poster

Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Aromantic Katsuki Bakugo

Original Work

Lady in Green redraw

The Murder at Barclay Castle title card

Merlin

Exalibur band logo (Band AU)

#nox writes #nox draws #masterlist #my stuff #jojo's bizarre adventure #fullmetal alchemist #star wars #brooklyn nine nine #narcos #merlin #boku no hero academia #nox makes stuff

[amydancepants-peralta]

in the spirit of 4/28: if you’re willing to write non-peraltiago POV, could you maybe write the moment(s) that leas terry to decide he needed to tell jake to propose?

Terry loves love ♥

It all comes to Terry a few weeks after the squad captured the fugitives, on what seems like just another Friday night at Shaw’s.

(Which hardly feels like the ideal setting for an epiphany, but Terry supposes that’s what makes it so … epiphanic.)

It had been a long week - New York seemed to be feeling particularly felonious lately - and he was doubly tired from spending his Wednesday off helping Jake move apartments. With Sharon and the kids staying overnight at her mother’s, and high odds for a sleep-in the following morning, Terry’s plans didn’t stretch much further than washing his week away with a glass of whiskey or six.

That is until Terry noticed, about an hour into the squad’s drinking session; that a suddenly quiet Jake had removed himself from their booth, relocating to a seat by the bar where he could keep a close eye on the entrance. Amy was late - a rarity for any Santiago, but doubly so for Amy - and as Boyle plonks a fresh glass in front of him; Terry remembers watching her bolt out of the bullpen a few hours ago, a sudden lead on an otherwise dormant case too important to delay.

Terry hadn’t heard any updates since then; but given the lack of detailed reports landing in his inbox, and the look on Jake’s face whenever he checked his messages, he would have to assume the lead hadn’t panned out the way Amy hoped.

He’s in the midst of an argument with Rosa over which Friends character was superior (clearly Ross - Terry does not get all the Ross Hate) when Amy arrives ten minutes later, and Terry watches from his position in the corner as she heads straight towards Jake’s outstretched arms, her sense of defeat stretched clearly across sunken shoulders.

As though reverting to his detective days, Terry continues to observe the couple as Jake orders his girlfriend a beer, leading her over to another booth and sliding alongside her until their heads bow in quiet conversation. He thinks, as they talk and he sips, that there was once a time where Amy would have spent the rest of her evening at the precinct, pouring over paperwork, certain it’s the reason why they can’t catch the perp. Just as Jake would have taken the opportunity to boldly declare how he could have done it better - consequences (and unintentionally, feelings) unconsidered.

But now, Amy laughs with her head thrown back while Jake beams with pride; and in the past year or so has been known - after three drinks - to steal her boyfriend away to a slightly more secluded corner of the bar, dancing cheek to cheek to music only the two of them can hear.

It truly was the greatest thing to see, and part of Terry wishes he’d picked up on it sooner.

He watches Jake and Amy for the rest of the evening - even if they weren’t in the bullpen, these people were his work family, and Terry would look out for them anywhere - and as the empties begin to pile up at the squad’s table, the most simplest of truths comes to light. Somewhere along the way - in-between fire extinguisher roller chair derbies, robot captains and covert jimmy jabs - Jake Peralta had transformed into the man that Terry had always known he could be.

Gone was the promising detective that hadn’t quite figured out the puzzle on how to grow up, monopolising too much time in Terry’s therapy sessions. And in his place was one of the 99’s greatest detectives: a brilliant mind at solving puzzles, and a gentle soul who brought two extra gifts to last year’s Secret Santa, ‘just in case Scully and Hitchcock forgot again’.

Who's grin grew impossibly huge each time he’d said the words ‘our apartment’ since the move three days ago. A man who couldn’t get over Amy after that very first crush - no matter how hard he tried - because just like when Terry met Sharon, and they talked about Meatloaf until the bar closed around them; your heart always knows when you’ve found The One.

Jake had grown into someone that finally understood how worthy he was of love, and had a world of it to give in return. A man that was clearly ready to marry the love of his life - the one and only Amy Santiago - and her eyes already sparkled with an unspoken yes to any question of forever.

He thinks about the conversation they had that day in the squad car, racing to find escaped convicts and venting about wasted acrylics; and Jake’s muttered ‘Cool. Basically telling me to never get married or have kids’ in response. Terry hadn’t been lying - a march towards the closet does begin with a single step - but he’d neglected to mention all the great things that came with that closet.

Like coming home to see Sharon and the girls dancing to Destiny’s Child in the living room, or late afternoon naps with tiny heads snuggled into your side. Chaotic mornings filled with stress that melted away the instant you heard “I love you, Daddy”; and treasured moments of peace with Sharon, the couch, and a bottle of wine.

Terry would give up all the acrylics in the world for a hundred more moments just like that - and as the last drop of whiskey drains from his glass, he knows exactly what he needs to do.

***

Terry calls Sharon on the way home - waiting until he’s said goodnight to each one of his angels before telling her his plan. “So. I think Jake should propose to Amy.”

He can almost hear her smile down the phone line, and it makes him wish they’d be back from Sharon’s mother’s sooner. “You do?”

He shrugs into the otherwise empty interior, flexing his grip on the steering wheel out of habit. “Yeah. They’re clearly in love with each other, and … you know. He has that look.”

Sharon laughs - the same laugh Terry heard from his kitchen one morning, a year into their relationship, and just knew that he wanted to hear it for the rest of his life - before asking, “What look?”

“You know. The one I kept giving you when we first started dating. Like I’d finally found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. So excited and completely scared that somebody could try and take it away.”

“Mmm, I know it well. And when it comes to Jake and Amy, somebody almost did .. right?”

Nodding, Terry thinks of the afternoons he’d find Amy crying in her car, the devastation of another day not knowing where Jake was hiding too hard to conceal for another minute. “Yeah. Almost.”

“Well … if you didn’t try and play cupid, you wouldn’t be the man I married, Terrence Jeffords.”

Terry’s shoulders bounce as he breaks into a tiny happy dance, and he grins. “Terry loves love, baby. Almost as much as Terry loves Sharon.”

“I love you too, baby. And we’ll be back home the day after tomorrow, just in time for you to hatch a plan on how to play matchmaker with my god-husband. I have a pretty good instinct he’ll make a great actual husband … and hopefully it’s someday soon. I am ready for a night of serious dancing.”

* * *

Terry wears his lucky red tie the following Monday, settling into his desk to focus on paperwork as the question of exactly how his plan will unfold remains unanswered at the back of his mind.

Before it’s even 10am, he manages to catch five not-so-secret glances between the two lovebirds (a private joke of some sort dancing in their grins); and pretends to be pre-occupied with his work when Amy sneaks in a quick good luck kiss before Jake leaves for the interrogation room. Terry watches it all with a suppressed grin, switching between several versions of his How To Encourage A Proposal plan as he signs off on the last form in his tray.

These two were clearly in love - and Terry couldn’t wait to see them take that next amazing step.

He catches Jake in the kitchen an hour later, watching as the detective rescues the puzzle section of Scully’s newspaper from certain destruction, placing it on Amy’s desk with a grin. As they stop to discuss Ocampo - a dealer that Jake and Rosa have just begun to tail - all of Terry’s pre-conceived plans of a casual topic change fall quickly by the wayside. As it turns out, telling a person they should propose is not something that comes up easily on it’s own.

And then he opens the fridge for his next scheduled snack, and realises that all this time, Terry’s inspiration was waiting in the very things he cherished the most.

The blueberry and vanilla yogurt containers feel cool against his fingertips, and with his stomach growling at the promise of a delicious meal, Terry nudges the door shut with his hip and calls out to his detective.

“Hey, Jake. Let me show you something amazing.”

(Terry really does believe that yoghurt is the solution to everything.)

#is this a good 14mths late? yes #2020 was ... a year #this prompt was my Everest #anyway v sorry for the late reply anon ... I hope you enjoy! #b99 fanfic #feels like it's been 84 years

[amy-santiagos]

oh i see. tbh i think you would like the jim pam arc if you watched? neither of them cheats (there are hints they might but nobody does) and yeah there are arguments but idk if i think they are emotional abuse

Oh I know I would’ve loved watching their relationship come to fruition. I’m a slut for pining and the man falling first and friends to lovers, but what happened after doesn’t make me interested in the beginning. What really keeps my interest is what happens after a couple gets together.

#peraltiago really got me after they got together #and I wasn’t even a fan of their pre-relationship lol #ask #anon

[its-tortle]

fic recs for my love - 12.2020

except this time i can actually tag her! @hi-im-red, here’s your december list, bby 💗💗💗

STUCKY

✨[88,570] modern au - steve has kids and bucky flips the house next door 

[17,498] post catfa au - everyone survives, steve marries peggy but it gets complicated

✨ [3,959] shrunkyclunks - steve starts to frequent the community garden

[16,987] shrunkyclunks - post avengers 2012, steve thinks bucky's house is an airbnb and has nowhere else to go for christmas

✨[6,264] cafta - bucky offers to give steve kissing lessons (as bros do)

[5,446] modern au - art teacher!steve and dad!bucky

[2,361] cafta - pov of one of the uso showgirls and her friendship with steve

[3,566] catfa - bucky likes this new beefy steve ;)

✨[15,753] modern au - fireman!steve and policeman!bucky, frienemies to lovers

[7,994] post cw, nothing hurts - bucky's arm is magnetic and the team has fun

[45,376] modern au - internet friends to summer roommates to soulmates (by @musette22)

[2,287] pre-war and post-cw - bucky and steve and winter walks and snowball fights (by @captainjanegay)

✨[2,309] post tws - hanukkah feat recovering bucky (by @buckybees)

[6,312] pre-war - sarah and winifred are besties

PERALTIAGO

✨[4,894] amy becomes her niece’s primary caregiver

HARRINGROVE

[1,100] joyce notices their relationship by @cherrydreamer

✨[39,599] robin and billy become friends and billy fights with them in st3

(i tagged my mutuals, but if anyone else has the urls of any other authors on the list, please let me know so i can add them!)

#here u go girly #fic recs #stucky #stucky fic #harringrove #peraltiago #which is a bit random lol #but its a really good fic i swear #god bless all the writers

[peralta-guaranteed]

Amy gets her period while staying over at Jake's. Early relationship.

I have a whole paragraph about this in my fanfic Romantic Epiphanies Are Dope, I'll copy it:

Or the time she’d started her period while staying over at his place for the first time ever, waking up to stained sheets and cramps and the rushing feeling of pure embarrassment, telling him she was so, so sorry and would buy him new sheets and probably better get home so she could deal with this and not bother him for the rest of the weekend despite the plans they’d made. And he’d simply gotten out of bed, rummaged through a cabinet in his bathroom and returned with painkillers, a hot water bottle, and a box of pads and tampons he’d bought after an awkward day at the academy when Rosa had lectured him about always being prepared for anything his fellow detectives could need. And he’d parked her on the sofa after she’d changed into one of his boxers, and the washing machine was already cleaning the sheets and her underwear, and he said be right back and returned from the bodega on the corner with ice cream and salt & vinegar chips and her favourite chocolate. And she looked at him as he sat down on the other side of the couch, remote already in hand to see what they could binge-watch this weekend, acting as if nothing was wrong and she hadn’t just completely inconvenienced him and weirded him out with her problems, and she realised that she hadn’t. That they’d been together barely a month and a half, and he was already so comfortable having her around that he was prepared for anything. That she could lay it all on him, without the fear of being embarrassed or rebuked as she had been with any other man in her life before him.

There are also two excellent fics right about this topic, which I really love:

Words I Want to Hear by flannelfeelings (already established early Peraltiago)

Not Part of the Plan by flannelfeelings as well? (pre-get together)

I feel like anything else I'd write about this topic would just repeat something from my own paragraph or from these two fics, to be honest.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago

[mintchochipkookie]

hey banshee <3 hope you're great! brooklyn 99 for the fandom ask thing?

Hi Blue, I'm okay, hope you're doing great! I haven't spoken about B99 for a really long time so thanks for this!!!

my favorite female character It's between Rosa and Amy, but I think I'm gonna have to go with Amy because ??? how could you not!!! She's such a fucking DORK, super academic, competitive, driven, loves Harry Potter, has issues with authority figures, and SO social awkward it makes me cringe. Am I self inserting a little? Maybe, what's it to you.

my favorite male character I was gonna say Jake, but I'm gonna use him for another answer too, so let's say Holt for now. Stoic, emotional about the most bizarre things, and a secret nerd? Love that.

my favorite season I probably need to rewatch the show to be sure, but I think it's probably S3 or S4.

my favorite episode Yeah def need to rewatch (I also haven't watched the newest episodes yet whoops 😳) but I think it's gonna have to be one of the later Halloween episodes. OR Johnny and Dora because fake dating to real dating? Yes please. I can give you an answer to a different question though. My least favourite episode. 🤐 Because there really is just 1 episode that I have legitimately been annoyed with on this show. It's that time Jake and Amy argue about having kids. I just have so many opinions about that one, none of them good.

my favorite cast member Hmm not sure, cuz I feel like I'd fallen out of celebrity culture by this point, but I've known Andy Samberg the longest cuz of SNL and he seems like a total sweetheart anyway, so probably him. (Also he's besties with Seth Meyers, so bonus points for that!)

my favorite ship PERALTIAGO I always appreciate a good slowburn and they're entire relationship, pre dating and post, is just really well done. I love that there's no stupid relationship drama with them, just 2 dorks in love. Except that stupid episode with the baby "debate". I think Holt/Kevin is second, cuz they're so amusing and also in love and I just really like Kevin.

a character I’d die defending Hmmm idk if there's anyone I NEED to defend? Like, doesn't everyone love all these characters? I guess Gina gets a lot of flack, and ngl sometimes she does put me off, but I still love her and would defend her.

a character I just can’t sympathize with Hmmmm, okay just cuz I hate him so much - Jake's dad. Whatever his name is. I know we're kinda meant to but yeahh...

a character I grew to love Okay this is the one I saved Jake for! Because initially I was worried they were gonna go down the 'goofy manchild who fucks around and gets things handed to him' route and contrast that with Amy's entire personality, but the entire point of that was for us to watch him grow and I love that so much!? He's such a good feminist boy and I would absolutely die for Jake Peralta.

my anti otp I don't think there's a canon ship as such that I hate? MAYBE Rosa/Pimento? But I don't have strong feelings about it. The one that makes me cringe super hard on the rare occasions I see people say they should date is Rosa/Charles. Because no. I was also worried they were gonna go down the 'annoying man thinks he's entitled to female friend's love' and I am SO happy with how they handled that whole thing. Also, their friendship is very pure and nothing should ruin that.

Send me a fandom ask!

#ask #thebluesunflower44 #Brooklyn Nine Nine

[elsaclack]

30 and 42 for peraltiago please 🥺

SO THIS ISN’T MY BEST EVER but i kinda....maybe......partially like it??

pre-relationship, probably late s2ish?? bc i have no other brand or any sense of self-control, apparently

30. “Those things you said yesterday...did you mean them?”

42. “I don’t care, just hold me.”

Amy doesn’t see Jake for nearly six hours after they arrive at the emergency room.

She tries not to let it bother her - she knows he’s okay, she could hear him arguing with the nurses for the entire first hour they were there - but the truth is, after the last twenty-four hours of terror and pain with nothing but him tethering her to reality, it feels not unlike she’s missing some vital part of herself without him in sight.

And she supposes the feeling must be mutual; after six hours of faint, but persistent anxiety festering in the spaces between her ribs, the door to her room cracks open, and he noiselessly slips inside.

He keeps his back pressed to the wall beside the door well after it’s clicked shut again.  “You awake?” he whispers in the semi-darkness.

“Yeah,” she rasps, and he darts toward her.  She can tell he’s limping, even in the shadows cast across his figure by the dim lights behind her bed, and she chokes down the automatic admonishment that rises in her throat at the sight.  She knows it would fall on deaf ears - she knows if the roles were reversed, she’d shrug him off without a second thought.  So she watches him move closer, watches him drag the guest chair closer to her bedside with one hand, watches him feel around in the folds of her blankets for her hand.

And once he’s got a firm grip on her hand, he finally goes still.

Jake presses his lips against her knuckles, and she’s thankful for the darkness concealing the faint blush that spreads across her cheeks at the scratchy feel of his five o’clock shadow against her skin.  “You okay?” he whispers, gently tracing a path up her arm from her wrist up to her shoulder and back down again with the fingertips of his free hand.

She shrugs the best she can, and he exhales a huff of laughter through his nose.  He’s close enough that she can see the faintest glint of light reflecting off the whites of his eyes, and a bubble of warmth expands around her heart.  “What about you?  Are you okay?”

She taps her index finger against his hand, adjusting her head on the pillow to see him a bit easier.  He blinks, lips pursed to one side, like he’s really considering it.  “Better, now,” he finally says.

She blushes again.

Slowly - wincing against the sharp pains of her muscles protesting her movements - she rolls to her right side, closer to him.  Jake doesn’t try to stop her, though his grip momentarily tightens around her hand; it loosens as slowly as she sighs, settling into her new position on the bed.

It’s quiet for a moment, and even though the quiet is normally something Amy rather enjoys in his company, right now all she hears is the distant echoes of torture playing on a never-ending loop in her mind.  So she clears her throat, eyes squeezed shut, only opening them when she senses him shifting in his seat.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice is low and soothing, and she does her resolute best to focus on it over the memory of his voice shattered with desperation.  She blinks, shaking her head slightly, and his face comes swimming into view.  “We’re okay,” he reminds her, gently squeezing her hand.  “We made it.”

She nods, ignoring the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.  “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“Don’t,” he says sharply - so sharply he seems to surprise himself.  “This wasn’t your fault.”

“It was, though,” she mumbles, and Jake’s grip on her hand tightens again - and this time, she can feel her own hand shaking.  “Kirkland was my perp, you only got caught up in it because you happened to be with me when -”

“When he attacked you and kidnapped you and dragged you back to a literal torture chamber that he built specifically for you,” Jake interrupts, and Amy clenches her jaw against a veritable tsunami of guilt - her fault, her fault, her fault.  “Ames, I’m glad I was there.  I’m glad he decided to take me, too.”

Her breath catches in her chest, but his earnestness does not fade.  “You are?” she manages after a beat.

“Hell yeah I am,” he says with a forceful nod.  “Could you imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t been in there with you?” 

She tries to conjure the images in her mind, but all she sees is his face contorted in pain, rivlets of blood dripping down his pale skin from somewhere above his hairline.

“He woulda killed you, Amy,” he says softly, and it’s like a bucket of ice water over her head.  “If I hadn’t’ve been there to negotiate with him -” he stops, shivering in a way she thinks might not be entirely voluntary, and it’s suddenly very difficult to remember how to breathe.  “He would’ve - god.  I’m so glad I was there.”

She knew, on some level, that she spent a certain amount of time being held hostage completely unconscious; it hadn’t occurred to her in the disorienting moments after regaining consciousness that the dream she’d had of Jake begging for both of their lives - for her life, specifically - had actually happened.  But now that she’s thinking about it - now that she’s really allowing herself to relive it - she can’t believe she spent even a moment believing her mind could conjure anything as horrific as Jake listing all of the reasons their deranged captor shouldn’t murder her in cold blood.

“You talked to him about me, didn’t you?” she rasps, and Jake nods slowly.  “You begged him not to kill me.”

“You could hear me?”

“I thought I was dreaming,” she says absently.  “What did - what did you tell him?”

He clears his throat, fingers rippling self-consciously against the back of her hand.  “I - I told him that you’re so smart, and sweet, and funny,” he starts, “and that you’re horrifically awkward with kids, but you’d do absolutely anything for your nieces and nephews.  That you have six brothers who adore you and one who kind of tolerates you. Um, that you make mini loaves of pumpkin bread and give them to all of your neighbors on the first day of fall every year, and chocolate chip cookies for the first day of spring.  I told him that you’re a terrible dancer but you’re taking classes to get better and that you love animals but can’t go within five feet of a dog without having a full-on epipen level allergic reaction.  That you pretend to hate pop music but you can sing along with almost every Taylor Swift song on my Spotify playlist.  That you love cheese but hate string cheese and you can only have red wine on Friday nights because you get such a bad headache the next day, but you refuse to stop drinking it even though it’s clearly bad for you.  I told him that you’re my best friend,” he murmurs, “and that I love you more than anyone on the planet, and - that I’d, y’know...I’d just be kinda...lost.  Without you.  Or something - something like that.”

She exhales slowly, watching him chew the inside of his cheek and avoid eye-contact.  “I - I don’t - know what to say,” she finally manages.

“Nothing,” he says quickly, “you don’t have to say anything.  I’m - I was desperate, y’know.  He - had a knife, and I couldn’t - my wrists were tied, I couldn’t get to you to - to physically stop him.  I would’ve said anything.”

She nods, hoping the room is dim enough to mask the undeniable wave of disappointment flooding her belly.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t stop him from hurting you,” he says softly, so softly the tears spring up automatically at his words.  “God, hearing you scream - I don’t think I’m ever gonna get that sound outta my head.  I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, and this time he doesn’t try to cut her off - just shakes his head, diligently chewing his cheek once more, eyes fixated on the blankets bunched beneath her crooked elbow.  “And you’re right - if you hadn’t been there, I - I don’t think this would have ended in the ER for me.”

He clears his throat again, briefly pressing the back of her hand to his lips.

“Did you mean it?”

He lowers her hand slowly, brow furrowed, and there’s a mottled-looking bruise developing over his left temple, dipping dangerously close to his eye.  “What?”

“The things you said...did you mean them?”

He shakes his head - an absent movement she recognizes from all the times she’s watched him try to piece a puzzle together.  “I’m not following you,” he confesses.

“You said you would’ve said anything to stop Kirkland from killing me.  Did - did you mean all the things you did say to him?”

His mouth drops open, but no words come; he shakes his head again, a confused laugh escaping from his throat.  “I just - I was trying to humanize you, I just - told him facts about you -”

“Jake.”

He keeps up the facade another moment, before deflating.  “Yeah, I meant it,” he mumbles, the pad of his thumb swiping up the inward curve of her own thumb in a nervous tick.  “I just - I dunno, Ames.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” she says truthfully; he studies her expression for a moment, before nodding in bald-faced thankfulness.  “But you should know - the feelings are...mutual.”

She can see his eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline, a broad grin splitting his face in an instant. “Oh-ho,” he quietly crows, “so you are totally in love with me!”

“Never said in love,” she mutters, rolling her eyes and ignoring the faint ache at the base of her skull at the movement.  He snorts, leaning closer to her, and through the mirth she can see it - unabashed affection simmering in his soft gaze.  Her heart throbs, familiar and exhilarating, and for a third time he presses her hand against his lips.  Exhaustion thrums through her veins, tugging at her sticky eyelids, and despite the fact that she can feel the warmth of his breath on her face every time he exhales, he’s stupidly, stupidly far away.  “Come up here,” she murmurs with a twitch of her wrist.

He furrows his brow.  “What, in the bed with you?”

“Yes.”

“It’s so narrow - and your knee -”

“I don’t care,” she interrupts, “just - hold me.  Please.”

She tacks the last word on as an afterthought - as cushioning to what she belatedly realizes is more of an order than an invitation.  “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters, already sprung up from his seat to clamber up the side of the bed, and whatever pulse of self-consciousness she felt fades immediately.

Amy rolls painstakingly to her left side, biting back a pained groan the entire way that only subsides when she feels the warm wall of Jake’s body flush against her back.  He pulls her into him until her shoulders brush against his chest, and she closes her eyes at the feeling of him nosing through her hair.  The crown of her head is wrapped in thick bandages, but she still feels the press of his lips against her; carefully, she turns her head to find him a breath away, watching her through long eyelashes.

It’s not the most comfortable position - she’s sure she’ll get a crick in her neck like this if she tries to hold it too long - but when he tentatively brushes his lips against hers, her discomfort vanishes.  It’s just him - his arms around her waist and curled beneath her head, his knees slotted in behind hers, his lips warm and gentle, moving in tandem with hers.

He presses another kiss to the corner of her mouth when she pulls away, and another to her cheek as her head automatically rolls to a more comfortable position; as she turns her head back to face the far wall, he trails kisses down the side of her neck and up the line of her shoulder.  “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Sh,” he shushes her, and her eyes flutter closed.  “Sleep now.  Talk later.”  He plants two more kisses at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.  “I like you.”

She smiles - a small, tired thing.  “I like you, too.”

He murmurs something else - something that makes him laugh, that makes the mattress sway beneath their bodies - but she’s asleep before it reaches her.

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#brooklyn 99 #brooklyn 99 fanfiction #jake x amy #peraltiago #peraltiago fanfiction #my b99 fics #prompt request #thank u!!!! #Anonymous

[bugheadtrash]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta & Amy Santiago Characters: Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, set in s2 Summary:

Amy and Jake spend Valentine's Day on a Stake Out. Pre-Relationship, set after the Boyle-Linetti wedding.

Title: Into You by Ariana Grande

#b99 #valentines day fic #peraltiago #b99 fic #peraltiago fic #pining!amy #pining!jake #mutual pining #pre relationship #season 2