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toniwritesthings · 1 year

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You Better Peralta

Jake Peralta x G/N Reader - Jake catches up with you before he goes undercover. - Words: 1,012. - Warnings: None.

You stand outside the precinct, breathing in the cool Brooklyn air. Jake had just got fired and signed up for an undercover mission with the FBI less than two hours ago and it had just dawned on you what that meant. You sigh, shutting your eyes. The idea of Jake going undercover made you nervous. You knew, realistically, that he would be fine. He’s an amazing detective. But there was something nagging at you, something that felt like unfinished business. You open your eyes again, walking towards your car.

“(Y/N)?” You turn around, seeing Jake coming up to you holding a box of his belongings. “Hey, thought I missed you.” He looks at you and smiles, causing your heart to beat slightly faster.

“Hey Jake. Amazing assignment” You say, trying to not let the worry you feel ruin his big moment. “I have to admit though, I’m a little jealous.”

Jake laughs. You laugh too, trying to ignore the butterflies you feel. “Really? Well, if you want I could help you get fired. I’m really good at it.”

You look at the man in front of you, trying to take in the small details to remember him while he is gone. You look at his goofy smile, his fluffy hair, the way his jacket sits on his shoulders. You take a deep breath in, trying to distinguish his cologne from the smell of the street. Finally, you look into his eyes. The soft brown showing so much warmth, the wrinkles around showing life and laughter. You send him a sad smile.

“Yeah. So, this is real. This is happening” you point to the box in his hand and he lets out a soft laugh. He looks at you, opening his mouth a few times before settling on the words he wants to say.

“Look, I don’t wanna be a jerk. I know I’m leaving and we won’t see each other for a while. It’s just…” Jake stopped. You looked up to the man with your eyebrows furrowed. He looked back, having an internal debate about if he should continue. You take a step closer to Jake, reaching out to take the box from his hands. You put the box on the trunk of your car and looked back at him once more.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen on this assignment. And if something bad goes down, I think I’d be pissed at myself if I didn’t say this” He stops again, gauging your reaction. You smiled, urging him to go on. “I kinda wish something could happen between us, romantic-stylez.”

The butterflies you felt are now roaring, your heart rate increasing. You looked at Jake, with your mouth slightly open, aiming to say anything. But no words were coming out. Jake rolled his lips between his teeth and took a deep breath.

“I know we’re coworkers, and I’m going undercover and that’s just how it is. But…” he stopped his sentence and looked down to the ground with a small smile. “Anyway, we’re not supposed to have any contact, so I should go. America needs me!” He says with a soft laugh, looking back at you. He smiled, turning to grab the box from your car. You reach out, stopping his hands mid action. Jake freezes, looking back at you. He watches the emotions you express through your facial expressions.

You hold his hands, opening your mouth to talk again. But words still wouldn’t come. You move your hands to his arms, then his shoulders. You hold them there for a moment, feeling the soft leather of his jacket between your fingers. You move your arms up further, up to his neck before settling on his cheeks. You take another step forward, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. Slowly closing the gap between coworkers and friends to something more. After Jake's confession, something clicked in your brain. Something you realise you have been putting off acknowledging for months.

“(Y/N)? Hey. Are you okay?” Jake asked, worry seeping into his tone.

“No, not really” you whisper, pulling Jake closer again. You were inches apart now, your hands still resting on his cheeks. Jake’s breath quickened slightly, and you let out a small huff. “I think I’m going to regret not doing this before you go.”

Your heart is thumping now as you pull Jake’s face closer to your own. As you close your eyes, you connect your lips together softly. Jake returns the kiss immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you tight. You felt the butterflies be released, a sense of calm washing over you. It felt natural. It felt right. You pull back after a few seconds, resting your forehead against his. You feel a single tear sliding down your cheek. You keep your eyes closed, scared of what you might see when you open them. You rub your left thumb over his cheekbone and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“If I knew you were going to kiss me, I would have told you all this months ago” you huff at his words, the corners of your mouth lifting slightly into a small smile. Jake pulls you in again, kissing you with more determination, with more passion. You could feel your heart opening, welcoming the idea of something more. You finally allowed yourself to feel these emotions you have been ignoring. You pull back, opening your eyes to the man in front of you. He looked at you with such adoration, it broke your heart to take a step back from him.

“If we keep going I won’t let you go” you whisper, giving Jake a sad smile. You could feel more tears falling from your eyes now. You move your hands, one going to wipe the tears from your face. Looking back at Jake’s eyes, you could see they looked wet too.

“I’ll be back for you, promise” Jake says, reaching for your hand. You laugh, taking his hardened hand and giving it a squeeze.

“You better Peralta.”

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Honest Character

Jake Peralta x Reader - Dating the Captain's daughter [1.2K Words]

The Brooklyn summer heat had taken a toll on the city. Everyone at the office was dripping through their shirts this morning due to the absence of air conditioning, courtesy of a broken fuse that impacted all of New York City. The entire squad was forced to dress summer casual, looking like a bunch of vacationers that had washed up into the precinct, with only Capitan Holt abiding to the work-place dress code.

So, when you walked into the police station with your yellow sundress swaying up your thighs, Jake Peralta had no choice but to look you up and down like a tall glass of water. With sunglasses adorning your head like a crown, you walked straight into the Captain’s office without saying a single word. The Captain had shut his office door behind you, forbidding any eavesdropping of the conversation.

“Jake, stop staring down the new sketch artist,” Terry commanded from his desk, “You’re going to scare her away before she even starts.”

The detective turned towards Terry, confusion running through his brows, “We hired a new sketch artist? How come I was never told this?”

“Because you always hit on the new hires,” Rosa chimed in dropping off a shared file onto Jakes desk, “Holt asked us all to keep her transfer a secret until she got here.”

With genuine hurt, Jake shot his friends an accusing look, “That’s crazy. I am a delight to meet, I can keep this profresh. It’s all of you making this unprofresh.” He huffed with frustration earning sympathetic gazes from the rest of the squad. Before anyone had the chance to add to the conversation, the room went quiet with Holt calling Jake towards his office before closing the door once more. Standing up, Peralta turned to the sargent with a smirk, “See! I am a delight.” With determination he marched to the Captain’s office, smoothing out his short-sleeved flannel.

“Jake, I’d like to meet (Y/N) H.C.” The Captain introduced the two of you with a gesturing hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jake Peralta. You must be the new sketch artist,” Jake stated proudly reaching for your hand and giving Holt a smug look, “What does the H.C. stand for, Honest Character? We sure need more of that around here.” The detective gave his superior another annoyed look, still frustrated from being kept out of the loop.

You looked between the officers, clearly you had stepped into a separate argument. Deciding to ignore the unknown elephant in the room you took Jake’s hand, giving him a shake. “No, it’s short for Holt-Cozner. I’m from the Seven-Three’s forensics division, my dad said you needed some help with the Davidson murder.” You clarified, with question taking over your voice. The silence ran thick throughout the office, both Holt and yourself confused beyond belief. You slowly retrieved your hand away from Jake’s when it was evident that he’d been shocked frozen.

“Your dad?” Jake quipped, bewildered by the fact.

“Yes,” Holt confirmed hesitantly, unsure of what had taken over his subordinate. “I had Santiago inform the team that my daughter would be visiting and helping you with the case.”

With twisted lips Jake shot a look at his desk, now crowded with snickering friends and an apologetic looking Boyle. Peralta knew this was payback for when he embarrassed his co-worker during last week’s briefing. In an awkward haste, Jake led you a spare room leaving you with no choice but to mumble a quiet “I’ll see you at dinner” to Holt before exiting.

You reviewed the photos and DNA evidence quietly, unsure of what was going through the detective’s mind. With a slight cough you cleared your throat before speaking, “It’s odd that there aren’t any fingerprints around the apartment that match the ones on the weapon,” you started “How did they enter the apartment in the first place? And even then, why not take the same precautions with handling the weapon. It’s like they’re a ghost and only moralized to kill the victim.”

Jake looked at you excitedly, a lightbulb illuminating in his head. “Because they were framed!” He yelled excitedly shuffling through the files bringing your attention to a picture of the apartment owner, “We dismissed this guy’s prints because it’s his apartment, but he must’ve blackmailed our suspect into putting his prints on the weapon – the suspect kept on saying he was there returning a favor, and that’s it.” The detective shook his head in disbelief, already over the embarrassing moment from earlier, “You’re a genius.”

“It was your solve detective, I’m just happy to help.” You smiled, getting ready to show yourself out.

“Wait, don’t you want to stay for the interrogation?” Jake asked, hoping he would have the opportunity to make up for his horrible first impression, “Or at least long enough for me to take you out for lunch?” He could tell that the latter offer took you by surprise. So, he offered you a welcoming arm, inviting you to link with it, “Do you like Pizza?”

The awkwardness from earlier had washed away as the two of you shared a laugh over two slices of New York’s finest pizza and ice-cold orange sodas. Jake had explained the entire situation from this morning and in return you had described to him your life with your dads: Raymond Holt and Kevin Cozner.

“You have the coolest dads ever,” Jake exclaimed taking another slice of pepperoni pizza. The cheese stretched as he placed the slice back down, “I can’t believe that this is the first time I’ve heard of you.”

You shook your head, laughing at the hanging cheese string dangling from Jake’s lips. You were thankful for the bright sun leaving a pink tint on your skin, effectively hiding your growing blush. Your dad had told you many stories about the detective. Nights of going on and on about his awful handwriting, his silliness during Halloween, and how he had set every precinct record since Holt had taken command. You had been curious about Peralta, but you would have never thought he’d be this charming. Maybe it was the romantic pop song playing on the radio, or the heat coming from the kitchen, but desire had bubbled in your heart, and you were itching for more time with him.

With his permission, you wiped off the extra sauce and cheese off the corner of Jake’s mouth, making you suddenly shy. “Yeah, and yet I’ve already learnt so much about you.”

Jake’s smile grew bigger, happy that he’d manage to turn the situation around. The way your sundress hiked up your legs had not left his mind since this morning. Though he felt himself enchanted to meet you, he knew with certainty that he wanted to go about this spontaneous date correctly – with you being the Captain’s daughter and all. He felt it in his gut that you were going to be a forever thing, and his gut feelings were always right. “To even it out, maybe I can learn more about you over drinks tomorrow at the bar?”

You leaned in gifting the detective a light kiss on his cheek, unable to resist those dimples for any longer than you already have, “It’s a date.”

And it was one of the best dates both of you had been on. From that day forward, Jake no longer wanted or needed to hit on other new hires, not with you and your sundresses frequenting the precinct. The squad had grown fond of your budding relationship, with even the Captain showing signs of enthusiasm. As Jake meet you downstairs for another summer night of exploring the city, he thought to himself about how lucky he was to have been pranked by his friends that morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then there was two. Just the two of them.

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

“Bar?”

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

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

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

“Beer?” he leaned against the bar.

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

“Two beers, Hank.”

Hank nodded in approval.

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

His head snapped to look at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ames, your bag?”

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hi janeee!!! ^_^ what's ur favorite fictional character (besidez like gwen stacy)

Oh my god this is a hard question there are a bunch of fictional characters I love, Kel, Niko (from oneshot), brooklyn nine nine some movies and more, i couldnt pick just one so im gonna say from game/ tv/ movie

From a game: Kel - Omori Why?: I love him to bits he is basically just like me just im not as introverted he is silly he is amazing.

From a TV Show: Jake Peralta - Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Why?: he is just a silly goofy fella

From a movie: Allison Reynolds - The Breakfast Club

Why?: She reminds me of me in school (minus the changing my entire personality for one person)

#b99 #brookly nine-nine #brooklyn nine nine #the breakfast club #allison reynolds #jake peralta #omori #kel omori #kel #games #niko oneshot #oneshot

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Die Hard and Other Problems - A Dead Poets Society Oneshot

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In which Charlie is a Jake Peralta kinnie, Neil is in his RENT era, and Cameron wishes he’d gone to any other Christmas party.

“Die Hard is, undeniably, the best Christmas movie.”

They’ve had this argument before. Charlie’s never succeeded, but he sure as hell won’t stop trying.

Cameron groans, facepalming, and Meeks closes his eyes with an exasperated sigh. Pitts takes the smarter route, and ignores him.

To Charlie’s right, on the long red couch in the Overstreet family TV room, Neil bolts up from his place curled into Todd’s side, the bells on his “Don We Now Our GAY Apparel” ugly sweater jingling.

“How could you even suggest that?! Everyone knows RENT is the most influential and iconic Christmas-related film in the history of cinema-”

“I like Elf.” Knox pipes up.

“We know, Knoxious,” Charlie snaps. “But cmon, Die Hard is just better!”

Cameron raises his eyebrows, fed up. “Dalton, have you ever actually seen Die Hard?”

Charlie sighs. “No, Cameron, not technically, but it’s just so fun to get Neil going like that!”

Todd hides a chuckle as his boyfriend gapes, inner drama queen unlocked.

Knox squeezes Charlie’s hand. “Sit down, babe. We decided on Elf yesterday.”

Charlie grumbles and pouts, muttering under his breath. “Some Christmas Eve this is. Not even drunk. Stupid movie.”

But still, he sits, head drooping onto Knox’s shoulder.

Knox grabs the remote, but after a minute of searching, he turns back to the others.

“So. One issue. I probably should have checked earlier, but it slipped my mind. We…don’t actually own Elf. How about Love, Actually?”

An uproar rises through the other boys. Neil shouts something about Knox doing this on purpose. Charlie chants “DIE! HARD! DIE! HARD!” Pitts quietly suggests The Muppets Christmas Carol. Cameron simply stands up and leaves.

Todd smiles. This is what the holidays are about, right? The domestic chaos, paired with petty arguments and useless pranks. Despite it all, they’re a family. And Todd wouldn’t have it any other way.

But though he’ll never tell, deep down, he really does wish they’d gone with The Grinch.

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Quick Oneshots/Crossovers - Part 36

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by CreativeLiterature

A collection of oneshots and/or crossovers which jump right into it.

Each chapter name mentions which fandoms it contains.

Words: 4447, Chapters: 15/15, Language: English

Series: Part 36 of Quick Oneshots/Crossovers

Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Mrs Brown's Boys, Friends (TV), Desperate Housewives, Viva La Bam RPF, The Wire, Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen, The Dictator (2012), Critical Role (Web Series) RPF, Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Phoenix Nights (TV), Max and Paddy's Road to Nowhere (TV), Divinity: Original Sin (Video Games), The Sims (Video Games), Gilmore Girls (TV 2000), Game of Thrones (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Downton Abbey, Gone With the Wind - Margaret Mitchell, Mean Girls (2004), Mad Men, New Girl (TV 2011), A Cinderella Story (2004), Me Before You (2016), Whose Line Is It Anyway? RPF, The Painscreek Killings (Video Game), The Other Boleyn Girl - Philippa Gregory, Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Skins (UK), The Breakfast Club (1985), Matilda - Roald Dahl, Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971), Antz (1998)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Agnes Brown, Winnie McGoogan, Jill Greene, Rachel Green, Amy Green, Bree Van de Kamp, Tim O'Connor, Mrs. Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), General Aladeen, Travis Willingham, Jake Peralta, Paddy O'Shea, Female Godwoken (Divinity: Original Sin), Ifan ben-Mezd, Dina Caliente, Fleur Delacour, Scarlett O'Hara, Rose MacClare, Regina George, Joan Holloway (Mad Men), Betty Draper, Cece Parekh, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Louisa Clark, William "Will" Traynor, Colin Mochrie, Catherine Carey, Effy Stonem, Brian Johnson (Breakfast Club), Matilda Wormwood, Charlie Bucket, Danielle Van de Kamp, Hilary Nicholson (Mrs Brown's Boys), Taylor Doose, Daenerys Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell, Ermesande Hayford, Myrcella Baratheon, Wade Hampton Hamilton, Maynard "M.J." Delfino, Tommen Baratheon

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ao3feed-janeausten · 1 year

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How You Make Me Feel (Jake Peralta x Reader)

Characters: Jake Peralta, Charles Boyle

Fandom: Brooklyn 99

Tags: Mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff and reader is super smitten

Word Count: 3,7k words

Summary: After Y/N has a nice gesture with Jake, his reaction causes a rollercoaster of emotions that culminate when he takes actions on how Y/N’s gesture made him feel.

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A/N: This is the last Jake fic for now, I promise! During my rewatch of the show, this idea has just been floating around my head for weeks until I finally managed to write and finish it! I’m just a sucker for Jake bottling his feelings up until he eventually opens up. I hope you lovelies like it!

Jake Peralta x Gender Neutral Reader

Being Jake’s friend wasn’t always easy. He could be a lot sometimes, he was always busy, addicted to work… worst of all, sometimes you felt like you appreciated your friendship more than he did. Maybe because you were starting to suspect that the relationship had stopped being enough for you when those strong emotions arose in you.

Still, you wanted to be a good friend. For that reason, and knowing he was working many hours, you dropped by the precinct to visit Jake. Besides, you liked his coworkers, they were all very nice.

“Hello!” You greeted everyone, waving at Terry as you passed by his desk.

“Y/N” Charles said through grit teeth. “You’re here…”

“Relax, Boyle” Jake playfully told him, even as he turned to you. “You’re still my best friend”

“Take that, Y/N!”

“Good to see you too, Charles”

“What are you doing here?” Jake asked you, putting an end to your brief interaction with his friend.

“Well, my life is boring without your annoying presence” You teased him, dropping a paper bag in his desk. “And while I’m here, I wanted to bring you a little snack”

Jake grinned, excitedly opening the bag like a child on Christmas. He gasped in awe when he pulled out the cupcakes you had brought for him.

“Yes!” He exclaimed, veraciously biting one of them. “You’re the best, Y/N!”

Charles loudly cleared his throat, causing Jake to roll his eyes at him.

“You’re still my best friend, Boyle” He tiredly repeated, even offering him some of the food. “You know Y/N is Y/N”

“Is that good or bad?” You teased Jake, earning an adorable grin from him that made your heart race.

“Good, obviously, free food!” Jake’s playful tone turned to sweet. “You really didn’t have to do it”

“I know, but I wanted to” You shrugged, slightly flustered at the loving way with which he watched you. “You deserve to treat yourself, and since I care so much about you, I thought I could do it for you”

Jake sighed, staring at you for a moment. Then, however, his expression shifted. It changed from fond adoration to alarm and it finally settled on panic. Frowning in concern, you stared at him.

“Jake?” You called him, watching how he rolled his chair away from you. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing” He nervously chuckled, rolling even further. “I just… remembered I have something to do in the, uh… in the break room”

“What…?” You couldn’t finish your sentence, because he had already jumped to his feet and rushed to the room, where he closed the door after him.

“What did you do to him?” Charles uttered, glancing from Jake to you in outrage.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You’re smothering him, Y/N!”

Suddenly feeling anxious, as your nice and normal day had turned upside down, you backed away. A troubling feeling settled in your stomach, very different to the butterflies you usually felt around Jake. Deciding to let things be for now, you left the precinct and walked home, having some time to think about what happened.

Two days had passed. You didn’t have any news from Jake, even though you texted him and called him to no avail. A part of you feared that you had somehow upset him, that you had overwhelmed him and scared him away. You did have gestures like the one from the other da often, maybe they had become too much for him. The more you thought about it, the more you realized your affections could have smothered him. Sure, Charles was also a lot, but he didn’t have feelings for Jake. Maybe Jake had seen through your affection, realized that they were caused by something stronger than platonic love.

You had given him space, but you needed to see him again. That was why you were heading for Shaw’s. Like many other evenings, you expected to find the detectives of the 99 having a few drinks at the bar. However, you found with something unexpected.

“Y/N!” The very object of your thoughts came rushing outside of the bar. “What are you doing here?”

You gawked at Jake, suddenly speechless at the sight of him. The butterflies swum in your stomach, and you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself. How you had missed him, not knowing anything of him for two days... His contagious energy, his adorable smile... You shook your head to focus.

“Hi” You breathed out. “I was just hoping to catch you here… maybe we can talk? You seemed a little put off the other day”

“Uh…” Jake clenched his jaw, throwing furtive glances over his shoulder to the inside of the bar. “I don’t know about that...”

“I see” You made an effort to smile, to pretend like his refusal didn’t break your heart.

“But!” He piped up, showing you a nervous smile. “Maybe we could go grab a bite”

“There’s food inside… Besides, it’s really cold outside and-”

“But I really want to take a walk with you, Y/N!”

“So you want to be around me?”

“Y-Yeah… why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re not mad at me”

“Of course not, Y/N!”

“Then… you don’t want to talk about why you have been avoiding me?”

“Well...” He let out an awkward chuckle, looking over his shoulder again as he moved quickly to put an arm over your shoulders. “You know what? We could talk about… about... D-Die Hard”

You stared at him, completely baffled. Even if that movie was one of Jake’s favorite subjects, he was behaving in a strange way. You could tell there was something off.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just don’t want to talk about that right now”

“Okay… but don’t you think it’s gonna be awkward between us?”

“Nah” He chuckled, but right after there came a very loud silence. “T-Title of your sex tape?”

“Jake, what the hell is going on with you lately?”

“What? Nothing, I’m normal, I’m cool…” He vehemently nodded. “Cool cool cool cool cool”

“Um…” You gulped, shifting in the spot as you tried to understand what was happening. “How about we just go inside and hang out with the rest?”

That would at least make it less awkward. Hopefully the others would help Jake loosen up, whatever his problem was. It worried you that his strange behavior had something to do with you.

You made to walk into the bar, your hand already resting over the doorknob. Just as you were about to swing it open, Jake stopped you.

“No, wait!” He exclaimed, startling you so much that you jumped slightly. “I… uh…”

“What’s the matter, Jake?” You insisted, turning to him in anguish.

“I suddenly got very dizzy” He put a hand over his eyes, heaving a sigh of exhaustion. “I actually feel a bit faint”

“Are you okay?” You rushed to stand beside him, urgently linking your arm with his and trying to keep him steady in case he faltered. “You do look a bit pale”

“Y-Yeah” He dangerously swayed, gulping in what you assumed was unwell.

“Jake!” You exclaimed, positioning yourself before him and firmly holding him by the shoulders.

Suddenly, you were very close together. You didn’t remember ever being this close to Jake, and it flustered you so much that you lost the ability to speak. Up close, you noticed his eyes were deep and beautiful, filled with a soft kindness that made your heart flutter. They had a light of their own.

“I’m okay” He assured, suddenly speaking in a whisper. Jake was staring into your eyes, and it made your cheeks burn. You hoped you weren’t blushing.

“Are you sure?” Frantically, you pressed your hand against his forehead. At least he didn’t have a fever.

“Yeah” Jake chuckled, moving your hand away. “I’m just a little... lightheaded”

You were too, but yours certainly had to do with the way he was staring at you and the fact that you were in love with Jake. A chuckle of disbelief escaped you. What a moment to realize how deep your feelings were. You didn’t just like him or have a crush on him. No, you were in love with Jake Peralta.

“I’m glad to hear that” You said to explain your outburst. “A-About you being okay, I mean”

Jake nodded his head, letting out a shaky exhale. His cheeks were now of a subtle pink shade. You frowned, fearing he was actually sick. Maybe he got cold, it was certainly freezing outside.

“Can we sit down?” He asked you, backing away much to your dismay. Or to your relief, you couldn’t tell.

“Yeah, sure... sure, sit down and rest for a moment”

Jake plopped down on the side of the pavement, sighing in relief. Begging your enamored mind to behave, you towered over him for a moment. Thinking of ways to help him, you stood there in deep thought.

“Do you want a glass of water?” You motioned over to the bar. “I could go in and get one for you”

“No, no, no! It’s fine, I just...” He immediately took your hand to stop you, making it hard for you not to gasp at the sudden and intimate gesture. “Stay with me, will you? I… don’t want to be alone”

“Sure, I’ll stay with you, you look a little under the weather” You slowly sat by him, which seemed to reassure him. “Is that why you’re being weird?”

“Yeah, I… I guess I just feel a little weird”

“You… you can…” You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling very shy under his gaze as well as by the offer you were about to make. “You can rest your head in my shoulder, it might help with your dizziness”

He stared at you for a moment. Then, and without a word, he slowly leaned his head against your shoulder. Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn’t see you, you allowed yourself to smile at the closeness. If only you could tell him how you felt. You had to. After things had settled a little, you would. He didn’t seem too bothered by your presence any more after all.

“Better?”

“Yeah” He lightly nuzzled your shoulder. “Much better”

You stood very still, still a bit tense around him while at the same time fearing that he would move if you did. Jake suddenly patted your knee, chuckling in a cute way.

“Relax, Y/N, don’t worry about me”

“I always do, Jakey… You know I care about you”

Another silence arrived, and you wished you could read his mind. Were you smothering him again? You gulped when you made the sudden connection that those were the very words that made him freak out last time.

Worried, you opened your mouth to say something else. You didn’t know what, but you needed to fix it before he distanced himself from you again.

“Jake?” Charles suddenly poked his head out of the bar, staring at the two of you. “It’s ready, you can come in now”

“What are you talking about?” You muttered, wondering if you had somehow stumbled upon some sort of police work. At least, that would explain Jake’s strange demeanor.

“You’ll see” Jake replied, taking a deep breath as he softly pulled you up.

Your heart began racing. Moving in a daze, you stood to your feet and looked at the two of them. Both Jake and Charles were smiling, sharing a look of rapport that somehow had a fondness to it.

Following after them, you finally stepped into the bar. As soon as you did, you pressed your hands against your mouth to suffocate a yelp. Everyone in there yelled ‘surprise!’ and welcomed you with bright faces and big smiles.

Trying to understand, now more than ever, you gazed around. Hanging from the ceiling was a big banner that read ‘you’re the best, Y/N’ and the entire bar was full of decorations. You could see your favorite colors everywhere. As well as that, the tables were filled with your favorite foods and drinks. Like that wasn’t enough, it was when you glanced back at the people there staring at you that you realized it wasn’t just the 99 there. All your friends were there, even some that you were sure you hadn’t introduced to Jake and the others yet.

“Surprise!” Jake grinned at you. “I realized how cool and sweet you are, how you’re always having those little gestures of yours and I wanted to do something for you for a change”

“It was my idea!” Charles intervened, beaming as he looked from him to you. His sudden change of mind seemed suspicious, but your mind was too busy with the actual party to think too much about that.

“Yeah, Boyle helped me figure out what I could do to thank you for everything”

Mouth agape, you turned to Jake. All you could do was gawk at him. A few hours ago you thought he hated you, or at the very least that he was very annoyed with you and needed some time away from you. Now, he was making a big display of his affection for you, with all the people you loved and all your favorite things. Even if he hadn’t put that much effort into it, the thought alone rattled you. The fact that he had gone out of his way to surprise you, to do something so beautiful for you…

“You” Was all you could mumble, trembling slightly as the sudden urge to cry reached you.

“I know, I know” Jake showed you a forced grin, opening his arms and readying for a hug. “I’m the best and you loved the surprise”

A part of you wanted to throw your arms around his neck and hug him tight, but the other part wanted to run away. After those awful those days, finally finding him and talking to him to only worry about him being sick to then him pulling that stunt...

It all become too much.

Only dedicating an apologetic gesture to all the people there, you ran out of the bar. Tears were already feeling your eyes, and your chest burned with a new sensation that felt like an extension of the love you had for Jake.

Astonished, you sat down in the sidewalk in a daze and tried to take everything in. To breathe, since it had suddenly become a little hard.

It all started making sense. Why Jake was so adamant on not letting you go inside the bar, why he was acting so weird... Was he distracting you until everything was ready? So he wasn’t sick… and that moment you had shared when you thought he was...

“Y/N?” His voice startled you again, but you didn’t look his way.Turning your head, you wiped your tears in embarrassment.

A brief moment of stillness followed. After a bit of hesitance, Jake finally joined you in the sidewalk. When he did, that prior moment of sitting there with him seemed to linger with you, and you felt all those emotions you felt before, with one exception. While that fondness for him had doubled, so had your confusion mixed with some anger and frustration.

“We’re back here again” He joked, surely hoping he could break the ice that way.

None of you talked for a moment. None of you moved for several seconds either. The only change came from Jake, who sighed and put his leather jacket over your shoulders as you shrunk over yourself in a mixture of cold and shock. Even after that endearing gesture, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. That was, until Jake piped up again.

“Come on, Y/N…” There was no trace of his playful and joking tone anymore, replaced with a serious and slightly worried one. “Can you talk to me? At least say something”

You pursed your lips, finding that you couldn’t keep it all in anymore.

“No! You scared me!” You repeatedly punched him in the arm, punctuating each word with a new hit. “I thought you hated me and then you insist on staying with me and then you come up with this? I’m freaking out!”

“Ow, ow, okay! I can see that!” Jake took you by the wrists, putting an end to your attack. “I’m sorry!”

“Explain yourself, Peralta”

“You called me Peralta… am I in trouble, Y/N?”

“Jake...”

“I know, I messed up… it’s all my fault…” He realized he was still holding on to your wrists, so he immediately let go of you. For the first time, it angered you to miss his warm touch. “I know you’re mad at me, and the surprise only made you more angry. I see that now”

“What? No…” You finally turned to him, becoming flustered once more when you locked eyes. “That’s not why I ran away”

“Then why did you?”

“Because I was overwhelmed! A second before that I was tense and scared and worried, and the next I realize it was all a diversion to finish preparing a surprise party for me?”

“Rollercoaster of emotions, huh?” He smiled, but stopped doing so when he saw your expression of annoyance. “My bad...”

“I’m still mad at you!” Conveniently, you decided to leave out the part where you were profoundly relieved that everything was okay between you two. “You couldn’t have told me that everything was okay? Answer my calls or my texts?”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” Jake sighed, somehow in a similar way that he did when you thought he was sick. “I was just worried that if I talked to you, I would tell you and ruin the surprise, I was so excited about it! I could finally make you feel the way you’ve been making me feel all this time”

You tilted your head, watching him and considering if his words made up for it.

“Keep talking...”

“Look” Jake sighed, daring to gently rest his hand over yours. Whether he knew it or not, that greatly soothed your anger. “When you brought me food the other day, I just realized how much I care about you and how it made me feel and… I freaked out”

“How it made you feel?”

“I.. uh… well...”

“Jake?”

“There’s a small chance that I have.. feelings for you” He quickly said, letting go of your hand and timidly averting his gaze. “Like... I like like you”

“You like me?” Your expression of astonishment and confusion turned to an amused smugness. “You like me… you… like like me”

“I can’t help it! The way you always look after me, and you’re so sweet and so beautiful... and you’re super smart and fun and...”

“Jake...” You tilted your head, watching him in adoration.

“Stop looking at me like that, Y/N...”

“You like me...”

“Fine!” Jake suddenly erupted in loudness. “I’m so lost in love with you that I couldn’t even find my way with a map, happy?”

“Yes, I am” You chuckled, now overwhelmed with joy. “I’m just... surprised that you told me”

“That’s Boyle’s fault” Jake rolled his eyes, still avoiding your gaze. “The other day he told me that you probably liked me and I was already thinking the same thing”

“That’s why he was so nice to me today, and why he helped you prepare all that” You glanced at the bar, remembering about the party. Despite it all, you chuckled at Charles’ demeanor. “He realized I don’t want to take his spot as your best friend”

“No, he’s actually really excited about the thought of us together” Jake bit his lip, frowning with a vulnerable expression that made you even softer for him. “Just... pretend I didn’t say anything, okay?”

“What, why?”

“Because I know I haven’t been the best, and you’re probably still too overwhelmed to say anything in return” Jake clicking his tongue in annoyance to himself. “I don’t want to pressure you on top of all, you’ve been having a bad few days because of me and after confessing my feelings for you I understand that you’re not ready to-”

“Jake?”

“Yeah”

“Shut up”

Before he could object, you placed your hand on his nape and smashed your lips against his. You surprised even yourself with the impulsive movement. Jake even yelped against your mouth, but relaxed instantly after. His hand came to cup your cheek, and for the first time the contact didn’t feel shocking or flustering to you. It felt right, it felt comfortable and warm and magical.

Your lips danced at the unison, filling you with more butterflies that you thought possible. It was a passionate but tender kiss, imbued with all those things you hadn’t told each other. You didn’t need words any more. Your answer and your reciprocal confession was written in the loving way you lingered. You could read his apology in the way he sweetly held you against him. You poured your forgiveness in the exchange, expressing relief and happiness and adoration only with your lips and with your hands on his neck and on his chest. He in turn reciprocated with his other hand falling on your hip, delicately squeezing to express his love.

Reminding you that there existed life outside of you and him, Jake breathlessly pulled away. You felt out of breath too. He happily chuckled, resting his forehead against yours.

“Wow… I’m light-headed again” He moved away to properly gaze into your eyes.

“Stupid” You chuckled at his joke, taking your hand off his neck but refusing to let go of his shirt. “You weren’t even sick”

“But I was dizzy” He gravely told you. “That’s what how you make me feel… i-in a good way, of course”

You grinned, so wide that your cheeks hurt. It seemed like the tables had turned and now he was the flustered one.

“C’mon, Peralta” You playfully said, taking his hand and standing to your feet, dragging him with you. “Let’s go inside to enjoy my party before you get too sappy”

“Too late, you’re the love of my life!” He exclaimed, even if he violently blushed after his outburst.

“You don’t have a middle point, do you?” You said, kissing his cheek to calm him.

Jake shrugged, following you into the bar. People were still waiting at Shaw’s, ready to get the party started once you returned.

Somehow, you were very tranquil now. Maybe it was the relief of knowing things were definitely okay with Jake. More than okay, in fact. Or maybe that rush of happiness, excitement and confidence was just how he made you feel.

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[x] requested by @myriadimagines // request here!

“Morning.” You exchange greetings with other officers, nodding and smiling as you open the bullpen. “Good morning.”

You cross the floor and reach your desk, dumping your bag on the ground, leaning forward to read a note on your desk. When you look up, Charles is standing in front of your conjoined desks, two hands pressed against his mouth in a prayer.

“This is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.” Charles murmurs against his hands, lowering them slowly. “You, wearing Jake’s jacket.”

You level a stare at him, exasperated. “Charles.”

He takes a seat at his desk, perched on the edge of his chair and places his chin in his hands, looking up at you with wide eyes. “So, did he let you take it? Was it cold this morning and he, being as thoughtful as usual, gave you his jacket? Or, did you do that cute thing where you steal it?”

“I’m gonna grab some coffee.” You jab a thumb behind you, already turning. “Because it’s going to be a long day.”

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toniwritesthings · 1 year

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Promises Made, Promised Kept.

Jake Peralta x G/N Reader - You made a promise, and it’s a promise you kept. - Words: 842. - Warnings: None.

Seventeen Years Old

You sit on the stoop of your now ex-partners house. You were arguing over nothing, again. However this fight was the one that made you realise you didn’t have the energy anymore. You didn’t want to put in the time or effort for nothing. Looking at your phone, you read over the last message you received from Jake.

10 min away

Looking at the time, it was coming close to fifteen minutes later. You weren’t surprised, Jake and time management were not on good terms at the best of times. You look away from your phone, leaning against the door behind you. Just as you shut your eyes, you hear the engine of his car turning the corner. Quickly standing up and collecting your belongings you walk to the curb, just as Jake was pulling up. You open the door, sitting in the passenger seat with a huff.

“Bad night?” Jake asks, taking off again.

“We broke up,” you replied.

“Oh shit. Okay yeah, bad night.”

“I’m just so tired y’know?” you whisper, looking out at the window. “I shouldn’t feel this tired if I actually loved them.”

Jake hummed in agreement. “We should do something.”

“I just want to go home.”

“You can’t go home when you’re this bummed out” You turned to face the man driving, looking at his smile. He looks over at you, his smile widening. “Let’s do something.”

You sigh, looking at your surroundings through the windshield. “We’re near the park, wanna go there?”

“Let’s go”.

Jake pulled into a carpark and you opened the door to the cool air. You shiver, pulling your jacket closer. Jake comes over and offers his arm. You let out a small laugh, holding on to the crook of his elbow. You both walk in silence, with no real direction in mind.

“Thanks for coming to my rescue” you say. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Jake shrugs. “I wasn’t doing anything else anyway so why not help someone in distress.”

You laugh, looking up at Jake with a smile. He returns it, before spotting something behind you. His eyes lighten up. You follow his eyesight, seeing the playground. “Race you to the swings?”

You both run as soon as you finish your sentence, Jake just beating you. You sit down on one of the swings, slightly out of breath. You turn to Jake, seeing him swinging higher and higher. You laugh again. Jake slows down, looking over to you once he comes to a stop.

“It’s nice hearing you laugh,” he says. You feel your cheeks warm at his comment, and you look at the ground. You softly kick the bark at your feet.

“It’s nice being near someone who makes me laugh.”

“What happened? If you don’t wanna talk about it it’s okay, but I wanna know where to put them on my shitlist.”

“We just had another argument.” You whispered, kicking the bark a bit harder. “Over nothing. Again. And I realised I just couldn’t be bothered anymore.”

“Do you want my honest opinion?” Jake asked softly. You look back to him, nodding. “It’s their loss honestly. You’re an amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to date you.”

“You always know what to say to make me feel better. Maybe I should marry you” you said jokingly, looking back at the ground. You could hear Jake laugh softly.

“Promise?”

“Promise what?”

“Promise to marry me?”

“Yeah, sure Jake.”

Twenty Nine Years Old

You stand tall, watching the man you love finish his vowels. You smile softly as he finishes, looking down at your own notes before starting.

“I can’t remember how old we were, but I remember the night vividly. You had just picked me up from an ex’s house, with an intention to make my night better. We walked through the park like old people and then ran to the playground like children. You made me laugh, I told you my troubles, and then you made me promise that I would marry you. Well, here I stand, fulfilling that promise.” You look at Jake, watching as he laughs. “You somehow make me feel like I’m a hundred, but also like I’m ten. You’ve continued to make me laugh, you’ve continued to pick up my spirits and honestly, there's no one else I would rather marry. I’m glad I made that promise to you, and I’m glad it’s a promise I’ve managed to keep.”

Jake moved a hand to your cheek, wiping a lone tear away. You laugh, leaning into his hand.

“You have kissed a thousand times before, maybe more. But today, the feeling is new. You are longer partners and best friends, you’re now something more. Now, let’s make this union official, and seal it with the first kiss of the rest of your lives together.”

Jake grabs your cheeks, pulling you towards him. You laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Both pairs of lips meet in the middle at the same time. This is the best promise you’ve ever kept.

#jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x y/n #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta drabble #jake peralta oneshot #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine

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photoboothphotos · 2 years

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Shock Factor

Jake Peralta x Reader - Life changing celebrations with a unlikely duo: a lawyer and a detective. [2.2K Words]

Requested by: @shycollectionwolfstuff - I hope you enjoy and that you don’t mind me indulging in my own plot ideas. My apologies for taking so long to write it. <3

The muscles in your system ached from your sleep. The sunrise shone brightly behind your closed eyes as you twisted in your sheets, desperate for an extra five minutes in bed.

You knew it was early, too early to be a functioning human being. Before you could bury yourself in sleep, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you forward into a sea of blankets and pillows. “Good morning Sunshine,” a husky voice, belonging to none other than Jacob Peralta, greeted you. “Up and at’em, Babe.”

Your boyfriend smiled when you pressed a groan into his chest. His eyes darting to your shared alarm clock, its blazing red numbers flashing as the time hit six in the morning. Jake dug within the sheets to bring your face up and towards his before planting a kiss on your nose, “We can do this!” He declared enthusiastically before whipping away the covers.

Today was the day.

You had been waiting for this day since you were a kid. Ever since little (Y/N) accidentally discovered the joys of Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder, she was fixated on a career in law. Whether it was environmental or business law, she was hooked on commanding a courtroom with her ingenious ideas and clever arguments.

Of course, this notion horrified some of the people in her life. Her adoptive dad, Raymond Holt, always had a distaste for lawyers. The profession contradicted everything he stood for: the validity of the justice system, rule and conduct, and his duty of putting away criminals. But seeing you light up the courtroom in your early years as a lawyer caused a change of heart.

Jake had felt the same way when he met you. He had terrible run-ins with lawyers over his years on the force, too many to count. A thousand of sleaze-balls trying to convince a room that hardened criminals were innocent. But when he saw you that day working a pro bono case, he believed every word you said and he knew you did too. Your eyes shone with compassion for the victim, a layer of sympathy in your voice as you walked the jury through the course of events. Jake knew then his life would change for the better and that he wanted to have the biggest pleasure of being your cheerleader.

After three years together, you’ve finally finished your doctorate in law studies and Jake got to be your sweet sweet date for the festivities. Today you get presented with your doctorate degree, and your entire circle was overjoyed with the news. The other half of your pair of adoptive fathers, Kevin Cozner, was particularly overjoyed since the new designation came with a professor position at Columbia University. Your entire extended family and the detective squad of the Ninety-Ninth precinct will be over at the Holt-Cozner house to celebrate your success before you walk on stage.

Jake was so excited to meet your family. He had many dinners with your parents before, more than either dad wanted, but this one was special. This time, Jake got to be a part of your story in a spectacular way.

Peralta helped you change into your graduation dress, its pink silk dripping over your lazy limbs. You sleepily did your hair and make-up as Jake put on his fanciest button-up and tie. Your boyfriend moved like a 1980s animated cartoon, his feet moving fast while running from room to room making sure that the cupcakes you prepared the night before were neatly packed while also double checking that his dress shoes were perfectly shiny. Your boyfriend’s arms were frantic while ushering you out of the apartment, one hand on the small of your back while the other carried your purse.

He kicked the door shut with his heel and as he whirled his head around you caught his lips in yours, slowing down his rushed heartbeat. The kiss was abrupt but there was a softness to it, something time-stilling about it. The cupcake container you held created a gap between the two of you. The space seemed to stretch for miles, but Jake’s hand never waivered from its place on you waist.

“I love you.” You whispered, planting another kiss on his chin.

“And I love you.” The detective replied with the ‘too’ dropped, because it wasn’t conditional to you loving him but a feeling that he harboured through his entire existence.

The party buzzed throughout the morning. In the midst of Jake helping Kevin prepare his famous rice dish, there were a hundred musings of your childhood: pictures in the kitchen of you and your first spelling bee prize, trinkets of handmade pottery you’ve made for father’s day.

Jake could hear your Uncle Henry embarrassing you in the other room, telling the squad a story from when you were interning at his firm, ‘And she stayed till after closing trying to fix the damn printer so the attorney could present in the morning!’. There was an echo of laughter and Peralta could already imagine your face blushing in a bright cherry shade.

His heart warmed. Jake always enjoyed his visits to your childhood home, especially when it included a slideshow of your baby pictures from your Aunt Janice and peaks into your childhood bedroom. He loved visiting so much that he almost felt guilty for what he was about to do.

On cue, Holt arrived in the room requesting you and the squad to follow him into the kitchen. Soon the kitchen was overwhelmed with detectives, with you placed right in the middle of the circle of officers. “I got a call from Lieutenant Hicks from our neighbouring precinct, there has been a hack on several precinct firewalls causing havoc with missing evidence and perpetrators running free from holding cells. We need to get back to work right away.” The kitchen quickly filled with shots of confused questions and protests, all of which were silenced with another command. “We don’t have time to discuss the details. All units are to report for duty immediately.”

The crowd dispersed with some unsatisfied grumbles. Only you, Jake, and your parents were left standing in the kitchen, the whistle of pots filled the thick silence. There was an immediate look of guilt radiating on Holt’s face. Though your dad usually bore a deadpanned face, you’ve grown to know the different shades of his expressions. “I am so sorry (Y/N), I know you’re walking the stage in a couple of hours but this will likely take up the rest of the morning.” He apologized, bringing in you into a hug. “The squad and I will try our best to make it back for the afterparty at Shaw's Bar.”

“I understand, stay safe you two.” You replied, turning out of your father’s hug to give Jake one. You were used to these inconvenienced instances by now. Even if it were your birthday or your tenth-grade talent show, you understood from an early age that there was always someone in need of saving; that the absence of Holt during bedtime stories meant that he was fulfilling his job.

The walk across from the stage was a lonely one, with only Kevin and some of your distant relatives cheering you on from the sidelines. But you strode confidently through the rest of the celebration, head held high and your pride in yourself never wavering.

After the last of the names were called and the speeches from your professors were finished, you rushed outside to the university gardens with your purple and white New York University graduation gown swaying in the winds. Kevin was the first to greet you, engulfing you in an embrace that almost made your doctorate cap fall. He pulled away excitedly, gifting you a Columbia sweatshirt that had ‘Professor Holt-Cozner’ embroidered on the sleeve. “I also got us matching lunch bags,” Kevin admitted with a shyness in his voice, “I know it’s not necessarily ‘hip’ to eat lunch with your dad but I hope you will at least give your old man a nod across the cafeteria.” He joked.

You gave him a look, taken aback by his language “Dad, did you just use several informal nouns and an expression within the same sentence for humour reasons?” You teased, giving your father a look.

The two of you shared a smile before the moment was interrupted by a loud ringing coming from your gown pocket. Your eyes scanned the phone screen, there were flashing letters telling you the district attorney was calling. “Hello District Attorney Melvin, what can I do for you?” You greeted, taken aback by the random call. It’s been years since you’ve taken a public case.

You heard a rustling of papers on the other end of the line before the DA spoke ‘(Y/N), thank you for taking my call. I understand it’s been a while since you’ve worked at the office, but I have received a concerning call that a Jacob Peralta was taken into processing at the Seven-Four and is in need of legal representation.’

“The Seven-Four? Has that precinct been hacked as well?” Concern rippled through your body, unable to maintain your composure as you shot worried glances toward Kevin. “Nevermind, I’m on my way. Thank you for the call, Melvin.”

The tips of your toes carried you up the stairs and into the precinct, your legs moving unfamiliarly as you tried to navigate the different levels of the building. You could feel your dad following closely behind you, making sure your dress didn’t snag on anything.

The rest of your family party excused themselves home, the festivities of your day were long forgotten as you let your heart panic with anxiety at what’s to come. You can feel your heart beat rapidly as you made your way towards the interrogation room, guided by a police officer you’d already forgotten the name of. Your mind immediately went towards a million situations, all of which were some version of the worst-case scenario: Was Jake framed for a crime he didn’t commit? How will you be able to defend your way out of this one? Why is the officer leading you towards the roof?

Your feet halted with the soft click of your heels silencing. You only now take notice that Kevin had stopped following you as the officer tipped his hat towards you without another word. Lost at what to do next, you had no choice but to go through the roof door. The Brooklyn night air stuck to your skin, its humidity mixing in with your anxiety sweats.

There on the roof, surrounded by fairy lights and rose petals, stood your boyfriend.

Before you could scold Jake for causing you to panic with another one of his pranks, he silenced your worries with a light touch of your hand. Peralta pulled you into his embrace so that the two of you were touching chest to chest, your body immediately melted into his touch, your mind already forgetting about your other worries.

“There wasn’t an emergency at the precinct was there?” You asked, suspicion lacing your voice as your nose scrunched. For a lawyer, you weren’t very good at deducing the situation.

“Nope,” He admitted smugly, “The Seven-Four: the precinct I worked at before coming to the Nine-Nine and also the day I decided that I wanted to marry you.” Jake was beyond nervous at this point but he wasn’t going to back down now. Despite the slick of his palms and the butterflies erupting in his chest, he continued carrying on with his monologue. “It was the fourth of July and we were celebrating at your uncle’s house. As fireworks blew up in the air, you said that you wanted to host a barbeque ten times as festive as the one he was hosting.” The detective began kneeling down on one knee, reaching into his pocket, “And that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, especially coming from someone whose dads are not quite the festive type.” He joked, finally revealing the ring. Jake took a deep breath, the tremble in his fingers giving away his jitters. Even in the months of preparing this ruse and lying about his whereabouts, the gravity of the situation hadn’t hit him until now. “You make everything into a celebration, and I want to be a part of that. (Y/N) Holt-Cozner, will you marry me?”

The air thickened around you and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. You bent down towards Jake, not being able to bear the solo attention for too long. Your eyes began to water, feeling at a loss for words. “Yes,” you whispered. The word sounded like a promise, a spell that engraved your life with Jake’s forever. “Yes, I’d love to marry you.”

The roof terrace erupted in cheers causing you to fall into Jake with surprise. Applause erupted from the squad with your family and friends emerging from hidden corners. Your now fiancé slipped the ring onto your finger and the two of you stood up to accept the many congratulations. The night spurred with energy as tables were quickly set up and Shaw’s Bar was brought up to the top of the Seventy-Fourth precinct.

“So,” You began once you had a moment with Jake alone, “Why the elaborate prank?” Your question held no malice, only amusement your partner’s playful ways.

Jake shook his head with a smile, bringing you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead “For the shock factor Babe, obviously.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your attention to the rest of the squad. Jake was right, you knew that there is always a need for spectacle with him, obviously. And you also knew that your prank loving fiancé meant well; that missing your graduation was just the small price he had to pay for the proposal to go smoothly.

As you chanced a glance at Jake while everyone was taking turns at giving toasts, your couldn’t help but consider yourself so lucky. The detective who helped your father find your family pet, Cheddar, when he got taken away, your best friend who was with you when your parents were going through a rocky time, and your lover when it came to all things celebratory is now your fiancé!

If you had told little (Y/N) that her love for Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder would cause her to meet the man of her dreams she wouldn’t have believed you. And even presently, as you stood hugging Jake’s side, you were a little lost for words.

‘Shock factor accomplished.’ You mumbled to yourself with a smile as you pulled the detective closer to you. And you could’ve sworn you saw a ghost of a smile grace on Jake’s face as you did.

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letsperaltiago · 1 year

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you and all your little things | jake & amy

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

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

Rating: G (Pure fluff <3)

Words: 1.4k

Read here or on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yeah?”

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

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

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

What? Her brain short-circuited.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amy Santiago:

Never thought of doing this but it somehow makes sense.

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

Jake Peralta:

oh ames welcome to the wonderfully logical world of jake peralta

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

Jake Peralta:

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

click to open attachment.

He’d texted her the first time.

Amy Santiago:

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

Jake Peralta:

sorry :(

Amy Santiago:

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

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

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

Amy Santiago:

What is the logic behind this?

Jake Peralta:

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

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

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

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

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ball drops (jake peralta)

ayo my first brooklyn nine-nine fic whaddap!!! I just started watching the show and I have the biggest crush on jake omg someone help! as always, pls pls pls lmk what you think!

w: language, slight angst, cutie jake (!!!no gifs r mine!!!)

it’s new years’ eve and i am so determined to kiss you when the ball drops (@berrybird)

“I know it’s New Years’ Eve and you would all rather spend time with your friends and family, so I’ll make this quick,” Captain Holt look around the precinct and Jake can’t help but groan.

“Captain, come on. Why are we here?”

“We’re here because there’s been an update on the kidnapping Peralta and Y/L/N were working on and we need all hands on deck for this. This is one of the NYPD’s biggest cases ever. You will be working alongside the FBI so please be efficient, welcoming, and legible. That last one was for you, Peralta,” Holt pointed at Jake who in turn just nodded at him.

“Yeah, yeah, captain. My handwriting isn’t all that bad,” he scoffs and Hold raises his eyebrows.

“Your handwriting is worse than chicken scratch. I didn’t notice it for a while because Amy used to write over them for you. Anyhow, Peralta and Y/L/N are the leads on this case. Everything has to be checked with them before you come to me for any clearance. Diaz and Boyle, you two are going to have a chat with all the families involved in the kidnapping. Sarge and Santiago, you two should check the site of the latest kidnapping and make your way backwards. Everyone else is at your disposal, detectives,” Holt looks at you and Peralta before dismissing everyone.

You and Jake have been partners for a little over a year. He and Amy used to be partners, but since they broke up and you got here, you took over. You have the biggest crush on the dork, but you’re convinced he still has feelings for Amy. Of course, every time tease him about it, he denies it.

He trusts you with all the big decisions and a few hours into this all night workshop, you’re staring at the paperwork on the desk between the two of you, you realize you’re going to have to make a really risky decision.

“Peralta, Y/L/N,” Holt approaches the two of you and Jake looks up immediately, but you’ve made a breakthrough and can’t afford to lose track of thought. “Y/L/N? Detective?”

“I SOLVED THE CASE!” You yell out, surprising every detective in the precinct. You didn’t normally yell about the cases, that’s more Jake’s thing.

“Is everything alright, Detective?” Holt takes a half step away in anticipation of any other outbursts.

“Yes, Captain. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell or act overly excited. It’s just that I solved the case,” I smile down and grab the paperwork so as to walk him through my thought process. “How many people has he kidnapped?”

“11.”

“Correct. And out of the 11 how many are strong, independent brunettes who don’t need a man?”

“Um, let’s see-”

“11 of them, sir. He kidnapped 11 very single brunette women with a stable job, a place of their own, and all of whom are between 25 and 35 years old,” you put the file down and give Holt a knowing look, Jake not liking any of it. “And who else in this precinct falls under all of that criteria?”

“What? No, come on--”

“Well, well, well, how are you planning on luring him out?” The Captain put his glasses back on, a small smile on his face.

“Y/N, tell me you’re not serious about--”

“Looking hot and slightly drunk. Also I know what club he goes to, so if I can’t lure him out, it would be pretty pathetic,” you shrug and Holt nods.

“Alright, that sounds good to me. Call everyone else back and we’ll set up a task force. You’ll go in with a wire, and we’ll wait outside for you,” you and the Captain shake hands and Jake looks at you incredulously.

“Y/N are you serious? What the hell is going on? You’re my partner, we can’t just use you as bait! He’s kidnapped 11 women, probably murdered them all--or he has murdered 7 of them, we’ve found missing limbs belonging to the other four. What makes you think he won’t kidnap/murder you?”

“Jake, relax,” you give him a small smile as everyone begins to gather in the briefing room. “Those women were not cops, they had zero self-defense training, and they didn’t know what kind of monster was waiting for them. I am, I have, and I do.”

“Look, I don’t care what you say, you’re not going out there! You’re my partner!”

“You’re my partner. I trust you with all decisions, you have to trust me on this one. I’m going to be the bait,” you angrily straighten your papers out and everyone is back in the briefing room, but Jake isn’t done yet.

“I do trust you. I just think you’re being a dum-dum right now,” Jake turns to look at everyone, a smile on his face. “I’m going to make your decision for you and my decision is that you’re not going to be the bait we’ll use someone else. Anyone else. Just not you and that’s final. Get it? Good. Now as we were saying--”

“No, Jake. Nothing is good. I am your partner, yes. But if anything happens to me, you will find a new partner. I can’t let your wierd fear or whatever get in the way of this case. I respect you, but you’re wrong this time and I’m not going to listen to you. You either have my back or you don’t, Jake. That’s final. I always support you, no matter how far-fetched your idea is. It’s your turn to return the gesture,” you glare at him, ending the argument before turning to face your squad.

After briefing everyone and successfully avoiding Jake, you head home to change and prepare yourself for the night ahead.

You’re standing in front of your floor length mirror in an incredibly tiny dress with a very low cut, emphasizing all of your curves a little too much for your liking. Your hair’s slightly volumized, you’ve got a touch of red on your cheeks, and a matte pink on your lips.

“Holy fuck,” you hear a whisper behind you and immediately turn around, gun in hand. “Woah woah woah, it’s me. It’s Jake.”

He holds his hands up in surrender and you shake your head, putting your gun back down.

“What the hell, Jake? How do you have a key to my apartment?” You turn to the mirror, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re my partner. You have a key to my place, too. I put it on your keychain day one,” he shrugs and leans against the door, eyes moving over every inch of you.

“So we got the how out of the way. Now tell me why you’re here. I have to go bait myself up,” you turn away from the mirror only to be met with Jake’s intense gaze. “I-is everything okay?”

“Yeah, hm,” he clears his throat and nods. “Everything’s fine. You just look really good and I can’t keep my thoughts intact.”

“Well, thank you,” you nod, blush on your face as Jakes brushes some hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry about earlier. You are my partner, and I do trust you. I trust your decision. I’ll always have your back, I promise,” he whispers and you both lean closer, foreheads resting against one another. His hands rest on your lower back and he presses his lips against your forehead.

“Hey,” you whisper, smile on your face as you look up. “Catch the perp before the ball drops and I’ll give you a real kiss… and a date.”

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