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vernonfielding · 4 years

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Ain’t no one that can touch me

Story No. 7 of my Season 7 Countdown Project.

Summary: “I actually feel like I need a little bit more time to readjust.”

Jake meets Enigma. Takes place at the end of Kicks. (Read on AO3.)

Gina can see through the peephole that Jake is Not Okay, but when she swings the door open she says, “Girl, you can’t just show up unannounced when someone’s just had a baby” as she waves him inside. Jake ducks his head, sheepish, and alarms are going off in Gina’s head because Jake does not do sheepish.

She heads back to her couch, which has basically become her bed and her dining table and her kitchen and her entire friggin’ life over the past nine days. Enigma’s already fussing in her arms, rooting around for a boob, and Gina reaches for the leopard-print nursing shawl Terry and Sharon got her – it was a registry item, but she was still pleasantly surprised – as she settles back down into her nest of blankets and pillows. Jake’s hovering at the edge of the living room, eyes all over the place except on the baby. But he must sense Gina watching him because he looks up just as she’s pulling up her sweatshirt and drawing the baby to her breast.

“Gina!”

“It’s called feeding my baby, loser. Sit down and get over yourself,” she says, and drapes the shawl like a curtain over her chest.

Jake hasn’t been to see her since the baby was born, and honestly, Gina gets it. She saw him, briefly, the day he got home – long enough to hold him too-tight against her enormous belly and stroke a hand through his greasy hair and tell him his beard was gross but weirdly hot at the same time – and then later that night she went into labor. Anyway, she knows he’s had a lot on his mind. And it’s not like Enigma is remotely interesting at this point. Jake could probably wait a year or two to meet her and it wouldn’t make any difference to anyone.

Still – Jake is literally her oldest friend, he’s basically a brother, and Gina literally just experienced the miracle of birth and nearly died doing it because Jesus Christ, that shit is no joke. She realizes, now that he’s sitting across from her, perched on the edge of the armchair like he’s ready to bolt any second, that she needs him to meet her kid. And also, Jake needs it too. He looks like crap, all droopy-eyed and droopy-haired and frowning.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Gina says. She winces as Enigma clamps down rather harder than necessary. The baby took to nursing like a champ, and Gina’s nipples are having a hard time keeping up.

Jake rubs the back of his neck and Gina knows it’s bad. “I, uh. Had kind of a rough day.”

Gina nods and doesn’t press it. Everyone’s been keeping her up on the work gossip. She knows he’s two days back and already assigned himself desk duty.

“Where’s, uh-” Jake hesitates, looks around the living room.

“Milton’s helping dig wells or something in Northern Canada,” Gina says.

“He’s- wells?”

“Or something.”

“Cool cool cool cool.” Jake finally looks back at her, gaze dropping to the bulge of baby under her shawl and not meeting her eyes. “Are you okay, on your own? I mean, you have a baby.”

“Good detecting, detective,” Gina says, catching the flash of a smile, there and gone, on Jake’s face. “Nah, Iggy and I are good. Honestly, all we do right now is eat and sleep and shit – and I mean we, as in both of us. I’ve got my bodega guy leaving food at the door every other day so I don’t even have to put on pants.”

“And yet, here you are, all pantsed up,” Jake says, nodding to her sweats-clad legs.

“It’s like I knew you were coming,” Gina says, and there’s that split-second smile again.

Gina realizes the baby’s stopped eating, is now just nuzzling at her boob, so she pulls her off and burps her, already economical in her movements, passing this tiny creature from one arm to the other and throwing her over her shoulder like a sack of (tiny, precious) potatoes. She can tell Jake is deliberately looking away, though she’s not entirely sure why.

“C’mon,” she says, pushing herself up off the couch with a heartfelt groan.

Jake gets up, fluid and graceful like he’s trying to annoy her. “Where are we going?”

“The nursery. You’re changing a diaper.”

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Jake sputters behind her down the short hall to the baby’s room, which of course is just Gina’s room but with a bassinet on one side of the bed. Almost all of the baby furniture and supplies are stacked up against a wall, still in their boxes. So far they haven’t needed them and Gina hates putting together furniture, it’s so menial and she’s bad at it and she hates being bad at things.

She kneels and lays the baby on the changing pad spread out on the floor, and motions for Jake to join her.

“I don’t-”

“Quiet. I’ll walk you through it,” Gina says, and she does.

She unwraps the blanket that’s bound loosely around the baby, then tells Jake to unsnap the crotch of the onesie – “Are you allowed to say ‘crotch’ about a baby?” Jake says, and she tells him that her child will only be taught the appropriate words, no dumbass made-up ones – and gather the baby’s ankles in one hand and lift.

She hands him a fresh diaper to slide under the old one, then passes him the wipes, one at a time, and reminds him to be thorough. She tells him to make sure the new diaper is nice and secure, tighter than he’d think it should be, because the last thing anyone wants is a blowout. When he’s finished snapping the onesie back in place he looks up at her, wide-eyed and triumphant, and she grins at him and says, “You did it, kiddo.”

She wraps up Iggy in her swaddling blanket again and leans against the end of the bed, and Jake gets up and hands her pillows and grabs one for himself, and they make themselves comfortable, right there on the floor. When Jake’s settled, she hands him the baby and he gets real close to her, makes Jake-faces at her – scrunched up eyebrows, tongue sticking out all askew – while Iggy blinks up at him slow and milk-groggy.

Gina tells him about the birth, about how brave and amazing she was. “You have no idea, Jacob,” she says, and he nods and says, “John McClane should’ve been a woman” and it’s true, he should have.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Jake says, tucking the blanket back around the baby’s feet where she’s managed to kick herself free. He’s sitting cross-legged and he’s kicked off his shoes. His socks aren’t matching.

Gina doesn’t know what he’s referring to but she doesn’t think it’s the birth, because obviously he wasn’t expected there. She says, “It’s cool, boo,” and she means, ‘It’s not your fault,’ because duh.

They talk about Previous Babies They Have Known, which includes the kids Gina used to babysit when they were freshmen and sophomores in high school and Jake would sometimes come over and not-help. From there it’s an easy segue to reminiscing about their shared childhood, and when Iggy starts fussing and Gina takes her back to nurse again, Jake doesn’t looked panicked this time, just stretches his legs out in front of him and curls his toes.

Gina passes the baby back when she’s done, and she drapes a burp cloth over Jake’s shoulder and shifts Iggy so she’s sitting up in Jake’s arms, curled up into his chest. She coaches Jake on burping – to use the ball of his hand, to hit her harder than he thinks he should because she’s not as fragile as she looks.

“She’s resilient,” Gina says, enunciating, and she doesn’t meet Jake’s eyes when he looks up at her.

Jake thwacks her on the back, twice, and Iggy’s burp is loud and meaty, echoing off the bedroom walls. Jake barks a startled laugh and Gina says, “That’s my girl.”

Jake’s still laughing, only when Gina looks back at him, she sees that no, he’s crying now, his hand rubbing slow circles over the baby’s back, his nose pressed into the feathery hair on her head, and his body shaking. His eyes are closed, tears spilling down his cheeks already.

Gina moves to sit beside him, beside her baby who is soft and gentle and smells so nice. She lets Jake have this, for a little while.

End Notes:

Title is from IHOP (Bash Brothers).

I don’t think we know exactly when Gina had her baby, but if my math is correct it must have been sometime just before or just after Jake and Rosa got out of prison (I really, really hope it was after, because the alternative is seriously way too sad).

This story was a way for me to explore two topics: one, Jake’s troubles bouncing back after prison, and two, the first time he meets Enigma. I was hoping to get across that it would be a weird and overwhelming, but hopefully life-affirming, experience for Jake to meet this baby so soon after going through what must have been the darkest time in his life.

#b99 fic #b99 season 7 countdown project #jake peralta #gina linetti #jake and gina #baby enigma #missing scene #kicks

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stephanieromanoff · 3 years

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Fun facts about Gina Linetti

(Facts from wiki fandom)

She was born in 1981.

She’s a Saggitarius.

Gina owns a number of spandex suits and gifted two of them to Rosa Diaz and Amy Santiago after they thief-proofed her apartment.

She was a dancer in the group Floor-Gasm.

Her favorite cop movie is Bad Boys.

Gina's favorite animal is "nature's greatest predator: the wolf," which she describes as "her spirit animal."

Gina reveals she worked as an assistant manager at a sunglass kiosk at the mall for 4 years.

Gina often hangs out in the men's room all the time because "the acoustics are amazing."

Gina has never had her phone on airplane mode, not even when she is on an airplane.

Gina is left-handed.

She fantasizes about having her own reality series called "Linetti, Set, Go" and her own fragrance line "Gina in a Bottle."

Her daughter's name is Enigma.

#gina linetti #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #chelsea peretti

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girlglassestheotherone · 4 years

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You are all cordially invited to the wedding of Enigma Boyle-Linetti and Boy Peralta-Santiago on June 9, 2050

#brooklyn nine nine #I mean they would also be getting married if Jake/Amy were having a girl

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thelighthousemp3 · 5 years

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never fell in love 'cause i just cut loose (but not when it comes to you)

For as long as she has known, Rosa Diaz has been in love with Gina Linetti, and it's slowly killing her to not tell her. She wants to be with Gina more than anything, but she can't do it. She can't tell Gina, no matter how much she wants to.

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She loved watching Gina Linetti. How Gina would twirl through the air and move her body oh so preciously. She wanted to hold Gina close; to have Gina be hers forever. How she longed to pull an arm around Gina’s waist while standing next to her; grabbing her hand and tracing circles onto her palm.

Rosa was in love. And she knew it. She would have never expected to fall for Gina Linetti when she had first laid eyes on the woman, but as the days passed by, Rosa grew fond of the fiery haired woman. Gina was fucking dynamite and Rosa fell for her harder than she had fallen off of the monkey bars when she was in the fourth grade. (And that time was pretty hard. She had broken two bones.)

Rosa didn’t know that she was falling in love at first. She rolled her eyes at Gina with annoyance whenever Gina pulled a stunt. She radiated fear towards Gina just as she did with everyone else. She didn’t talk to her; didn’t open up. She avoided Gina Linetti just as she avoided everyone else in the Nine-Nine.

But there was something more.

Suddenly, Rosa felt chills crawling down her body whenever Gina was near. Her breath hitched when she saw Gina dancing in the break room. She found herself glancing up every few minutes and looking at Gina, whether the assistant was on her phone… or… on her phone. Gina was always just on her phone.

One time, Rosa looked up from her paperwork to see Gina smiling down at her phone. Her eyes were bright and she sort of laughed, and Rosa felt something rising up in her chest. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was happiness, or maybe it was both. Jealousy because she wanted to make Gina laugh the way she was laughing while looking at her phone, even though she was probably laughing at some stupid meme or something. Happiness because Rosa figured out that as long as Gina was happy, she was happy.

Rosa hid her feelings so well for so long. It was her specialty, building an indestructible wall around her emotions. At first, she knew that she could hold in her feeling about Gina forever. No one needed to know. Not even Gina herself. Rosa thought that if she waited long enough, she would lose feelings for Gina.

She was wrong. Oh, so immensely wrong. As time flew by, Rosa fell in love with Gina even deeper than the deepest part of the ocean, and no one knew for sure how deep the ocean was. Her mind rocketed with mixed emotions every time she was near Gina. She found herself looking for that casual touch and waiting for the sound that was Gina’s laughter and music to her ears.

This is bad, Rosa told herself at some point. Gina couldn’t ever be hers. For years, Rosa had watched Gina Linetti; secretly pined for her and watched painfully as Gina went about living her life and falling in love. Falling in love with people who were not Rosa Diaz, to be exact. Gina had her daughter, too. So Rosa went about her own life, halfheartedly entering relationships even though she knew that Gina was the one she wanted to be with.

Rosa could never ever just keep a relationship. She knew that she should be happy with what she had; it was this better than nothing. But Rosa wanted more. She wanted someone else. She wanted Gina Linetti. But all she could do was watch Gina with pain in her eyes, wishing that Gina was holding her hand and hugging her and kissing her goodnight.

Gina thought of her as no more than a friend; Rosa was sure of it. And it broke her heart, over and over and over again. Rosa would come into work in the morning, see Gina, and fall in love with her all over again. And she’d leave the precinct on her motorcycle, nursing a broken heart that was just to be mended the next day and then broken all over again.

Rosa subtly did everything that she could for Gina. She got her coffee in the morning, made her copies for her, and occasionally watched her daughter when Gina went out. It was the closest that she could ever get to Gina; to watch her young daughter. And it made Rosa’s heart hurt all over again every single time. Iggy was a carbon copy of her mother. And Rosa would never admit it, but she loved Iggy like her own daughter. The daughter that she never knew that she wanted. The little girl who was the real daughter of the love of her life.

One day, Gina asked Rosa to babysit for Iggy while she went out. Rosa agreed, obviously. She found herself halfheartedly playing with Iggy Linetti, who was as always delighted to see Rosa.

Recently, Iggy had taken up calling Rosa just ‘Diaz’ in her adorable toddler voice after hearing her mother call Rosa by her last name. It made Rosa’s heart melt every single time the precious little girl said ‘Diaz’ or ‘Rosie.’

“My mommy said I can’t call you Rosie anymore,” Iggy informed Rosa that night. Rosa looked up.

“Well, why not?” Rosa asked curiously.

“Because she said that’s her thing to call you. I have to pick something else. And I don’t wanna call you just Rosa, because that’s boring,” Iggy complained. Rosa smiled. “What is Diaz short for anyways?” Iggy inquired.

“Nothing,” Rosa told her. “It’s my last name, like yours is Linetti.”

“Oh. Can I call you Ro-ro, then?”

“I would be honored if you did.”

“Okay,” Iggy said. “Ro-ro, I have a question. Do you love my mommy?”

The question nearly made Rosa choke. For so long, she had been so careful about her feelings; hiding them and sitting behind a disguise of apathy. No one had known, and Rosa was sure that no one would ever know. And then this small adorable toddler came in and tore down her once-indestructible wall and reached down and pulled her feeling to the surface. “What— what makes you say that?” Rosa asked.

Iggy shrugged. “Like, my mommy always talks about you. I think she loves you. She says that a lot,” Iggy said and continued scrawling on her coloring book.

“She says that?” Rosa asked softly.

Iggy nodded. “Yup. So do you love her back?”

“I— I’ve never really thought about that,” Rosa lied. She’s thought about loving Gina Linetti a lot. It was constantly on her mind. Gina was constantly on her mind, and Rosa knew for sure that she loved Gina.

“Because before she was leaving, Mommy said that she would rather be with Rosie. And then she said something about kissing,” Iggy said, coloring an apple with a teal crayon. “This is a pretty color,” she said, holding up the crayon and examining it.

Rosa wasn’t sure what to do. Iggy was a toddler; there could be a chance that what she was saying was inaccurate. Rosa hoped to hell that what she was saying was true, but still. Rosa doesn’t know what to say. I love your mommy and I wanna kiss her, crossed her mind, but Rosa pushed that thought away.

“You want to watch cartoons?” Rosa asked, and Iggy immediately jumped up.

“Yes!” She left the crayons discarded on the floor and pulled Rosa to the couch, grabbing the TV remote and handing it to Rosa. Rosa laughed and put an arm around Iggy’s tiny shoulder, turning on the TV and looking through the recorded cartoons.

Two hours later, Gina Linetti entered her apartment with smudged lipstick and her coat in her hand. What she found, was Rosa Diaz sleeping on her couch with Gina’s daughter’s head resting against her shoulder. Iggy was also asleep and the TV was still on in front of them.

Gina smiled, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. Iggy stirred in her sleep. Gina gazed at the sight of Rosa’s peaceful state. Her curly hair fell over her eyes and her breathing was slow and steady. Gina sighed and walked closer to the two. She couldn’t help but to brush Rosa’s hair out of her face. This caused Rosa to wake up, and she looked up at Gina.

“Hi,” Gina laughed. “You look cute.”

Rosa’s heart fluttered in her chest. She glanced over to Iggy, who was also by then awake.

“Mommy!” Iggy screamed, standing up on the couch and hugging Gina. Gina laughed and held her daughter close for a few seconds before putting her down on the couch. “How was your date?” Iggy inquired.

“Terrible,” Gina said, glancing over at Rosa. Rosa tried to offer her some sort of smile, but she ended up looking down to the floor.

“Mommy, do you remember what you said?” Iggy said. “You know, about how you want to kiss Ro-ro’s face off?”

Gina’s jaw dropped open. “Enigma, how dare you expose me like this? I never—“

“You did, Mommy. You said that,” Iggy said brightly. “I think Ro-ro wants to kiss your face off too.”

It was Rosa’s turn to drop her jaw wide open. “Iggy, I never said—"

“You totally want to, though,” Iggy said with a knowing smile. “I’m right, I’m right, I’m right!”

“Is that so?” Gina said, looking down at Rosa with a smile.

Rosa gulped. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, before feeling Gina’s hands grabbing hers and pulling her up.

“If you wanna kiss me, and I wanna kiss you, then what’s stopping us?” Gina asked softly, pulling Rosa’s face into her hands. Rosa’s breath caught in her throat. Almost automatically, her arms weaved around Gina’s waist as she looked at Gina with surprise written all over her face.

And before she knew it, Gina’s lips were on hers. The exact moment that she had longed to feel for years. Gina’s lipstick tasted like strawberries. Her arms pulled Gina closer, and Gina’s arms were around her neck. Rosa could smell Gina’s perfume. She smelled like violets and fresh air and everything good—

“Mommy and Ro-ro are kissing! Mommy and Ro-ro are kissing!” Iggy shrieked.

Rosa and Gina almost reluctantly broke apart, still in each other’s arms. “You— you have no idea how long I’ve been in love with you, Gina,” Rosa croaked hoarsely.

“I want you, Rosa,” Gina said. “Maybe you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you, but I’ve always wanted to kiss you.”

“Does this mean that Ro-ro is my other mommy?” Iggy asked curiously.

Gina laughed. “Maybe someday. I’d like for that to happen.”

Rosa grinned, finally free of her burden of being in love with Gina with no one knowing. “Me too.”

#lina writes #my fic #my writing #b99 #brooklyn nine-nine #dianetti #rosa diaz #gina linetti #stephanie beatriz #chelsea peretti

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ao3feed-b99 · 5 years

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Tell Me You Love Me

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2I8RY7p

by LIA99

Why did Gina decided to leave the 99 even though she had destroyed the cyber-crimes unit? What happened during Game Night with the 99? Inspired on 5x10 Game Night.

Words: 5635, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Rosa Diaz, Gina Linetti, Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Raymond Holt, Charles Boyle, Terry Jeffords, Michael Hitchcock, Norm Scully, Enigma Linetti, Milton Boyle

Relationships: Rosa Diaz/Gina Linetti, Rosa Diaz & Gina Linetti, Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago (background), Everyone - Relationship, Milton Boyle/Gina Linetti

Additional Tags: dianetti, Unrequited Love, Angst, soft but intense, Denial, Long-Term Crush, idk what else, It's just life, bi rosa, Bisexuality, bi/pan gina, repressed sexual tension, Not too angsty, Cannon-Divergance

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2I8RY7p

#ao3feed #fanfic #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine-nine #b99 fic #b99 fanfic #tv show #jake per

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iconicb99-blog · 5 years

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enigma (ginas daughter) isnt enigma linetti, its enigma boyle! i forgot enigma had a boyle daddy!!!

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jjk997 · 6 years

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a growing list of storylines that i want to see in season 6 of b99

More rosa/gina storylines

Rosa with her gf

Charles/Rosa friendship

Terry with his kids

Holt/Kevin vow renewal

Amy’s brothers!!!

Jake and Amy as parents

Amy/Rosa/Gina working together

Meeting Enigma Linetti

Scully and Cindy are they still together idk

#Guardiansofthe99 guest appearances

#b99 #brooklyn nine nine #b99 season 6 #b99 spoilers???#feel free to add on!!#these are just things that i hope for!#hopefully this doesn't sound demanding or anything

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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do you have any HCs about jake's half-siblings? (including kate)

tbh I kinda don't - it's pretty glossed over in the show overall, and I almost always forget that they exist 😅

- He managed to contact Kate, as we know, and he also contacted two other sisters Roger told him about, but they didn't reply. They have their own lives with actually good families and none of the trauma that Kate and Jake share from Roger, and they kind of don't want to have anything to do with that part of their parentage. After that massive cold shoulder, Jake decides not to press Roger for any more info, because he definitely doesn't want to find out he has, like, 15 more siblings who don't care for him either.

- it does cause Jake a lot of turmoil and it's weird, because he shouldn't feel sad about people he didn't even know existed until a few months ago, but he mostly feels sad about the idea that he could've had some family childhood friends later turned adult friends in a way and was never given the chance. It hits him especially hard when he sees Amy with some of her brothers and thinks that that could've been him, only gender-swapped basically, with 3 sister or maybe even more. But then the Santiabros pull him into the conversation and punch him in the side and one gives him a noogie and he may not have sisters in that way, but he definitely has seven brothers now

- He and Kate do keep up the contact! She doesn't do surprise visits luckily, but she does spring a few very... choice news on him from time to time because she's even more irresponsible than him, and oh God, Amy, is this what it feels like to be the responsible sibling?! Can you coach me through this text chain please she wants to start a business selling pug wigs. How do we stop her. She's asking me for a business loan, can a normal person even give business loans? Probably not? AMES PLEASE

- they also visit when they're in each other's towns (I forgot where Kate was from) or nearby and it's surprisingly nice, just chatting about their life and laughing about the most random thoughts and weird likes/habits that they seem to share, apparently that's Roger's gene pool then

- it also, weirdly (or maybe not), makes him contact Gina a lot more and basically be a nuisance in her life that she can't get rid of, tough tiddies, Linetti, you adopted this brother decades ago, you're stuck with him now, be a good older sis! She doesn't mind either, even though she probably won't admit it, and Enigma and Mac end up on a lot of playdates because they help each other out with babysitting, or Jake rings her before taking Mac somewhere cool and asks if Enigma wants to come along. He's not gonna be a missing character in her life like all the adults in his life were, and he's definitely not gonna take Mac's chance of having a sort-of-cousin-sister to plan shenanigans with later.

- One of the other sisters writes back to him a few years later, when it's all said and done, and he doesn't mind too much anymore either because he has a far better family now anyway, and realised that he had a better one long before all that with his squad. They sort of become pen pals but only meet once or twice, and it's more "keeping up with distant relatives like aunties and uncles" instead of siblings. She does send them some extremely adorable hand-me-downs from her daughters when Maya comes and they were not prepared for a girl at all because Santiagos usually keep having boys left and right.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #headcanons

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