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#okay actually this is more jake + baby than jake & amy
b99peraltiago · 4 years
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“dark” for jake/amy :)
(i’m sorry apparenty i can’t write anything else but baby fics 😂🤐)
He’s got ten fingers, ten toes, a heart that beats perfectly and is the most beautiful baby Jake’s ever gotten the chance to lay his eyes on.
A tear of joy and emotion falls down his cheek as he holds his son for the very first time; he can feel the softness of the few strands of dark hair already showing at the top of his newborn’s head against his palm, and can’t resist the urge to press a small kiss there — he only just met him, but he loves that tiny human so much already.
“Welcome to the family, pal,” he whispers softly with a smile.
send me a ship and a prompt word and I’ll write a 3-sentence fic
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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years
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do not mind me I am just here thinking about Jake being the little spoon with Amy while also being the big spoon with Mac and creating the perfect Peraltiago cuddle sandwich
(I do mind you very much anon because I had never thought about that before and oh my god do I need it now)
The sound of Mac's favourite new tv show echoes quietly from the bedroom when Amy steps out of the bathroom in a towel, and as stressed out as she still is after that hot shower she just enjoyed, the sight of Mac and Jake cuddling on her side of the bed is enough to make her shoulders relax, no matter what they've just put behind them. They're here now, safe and sound, Mac's eyes closed shut and his pacifier bobbing away, Jake's hand absent-mindedly stroking over his head, the other one wrapped around his middle to hold him close while he stares at the television screen across the room with hazy eyes.
-*-
They've all had a pretty hard and frankly scary week. Amy'd already warned Jake that she would probably not be home much to help out at all, gearing up for a major meeting and discussion panel with several higher-ups she was trying very hard not to panic about, and she was more than relieved that Jake had taken it all in stride even when daycare called in as well, to tell them that Mac's usual two days a week would have to be cancelled due to another outbreak.
And then Mac had gotten sick anyway, so sick that Jake lost his nights to sitting up with him as well, as Amy tiptoed in and helped as much as she could - she'd gotten maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night, barely able to make herself presentable for work in the mornings, but she could tell from Jake's haggard looks every morning as she kissed him goodbye for the day that he'd gotten even less.
It was enough to make that week one of the few she underscored with a harsh black line in her monthly planner, but she added a red line underneath on thursday, when Jake called her at work - something he rarely ever did, sticking to texts she could choose to ignore until later if she was too busy - to tell her he wasn't taking any more chances and bringing Mac to the ER after the morning had brought another intense round of throwing up, 5 blown out diapers in under 10 minutes and a fever that made the super-smart kid thermometer she got them blast out a rather terrifying warning beep.
Seeing her baby with an IV in his arm as she raced into the ER after giving Holt the quickest explanation she could, quietly sniffling and sucking on a freeze pop Jake was holding for him while also hugging him in his lap, told her he made the right call before the pediatrician coming over to speak to her ever could.
-*-
"He needs more fluids than he could drink right now." Jake explained what the doctor had already said when she came over to kiss both him and Mac on their foreheads, a tired sigh from the both of them in response. "But his fever is already down from the medicine they gave him."
They were allowed to take him home for the night, luckily, after his fever had gone down some more and the nurses had made sure he'd kept at least one meal in, with another big bag of medicine and 'What To Do If...' instructional booklets Jake was reading out loud for her as she drove them home. Jake was holding onto Mac's foot in his car seat like a lifeline, even as his little buddy dozed on and off from the stress of the ER and so many foreign people around him, lifted him into his arms more carefully than ever to carry him up the stairs to their apartment, and Amy knew he was not going to just put him down into his crib-converted toddler bed, nor would Mac let him, the way he clung onto his shoulders with a sad little whine in his throat from the exhaustion of the past days.
So she'd switched on the bedroom tv for some comfort - screen time rules be damned in this case - while Jake got Mac into some fresh pjs, took him just long enough so that Jake could get into sweats as well, and promised to take over for him after her shower so he could jump in, too.
-*-
But she doesn't believe he's going to take her up on that offer as she sees them side by side on the bed now, Mac's back pressed firmly against Jake's chest as he curls around the little guy.
Everyone likes to be the little spoon. It makes you feel safe.
Mac is fast asleep now, as safe as he could ever be. On a normal day, she'd probably think about lifting him out of Jake's arms to put him to bed in his own room, but she'd rather sleep there herself than to break up their little bubble of quiet.
"You know you can turn it off once he's asleep." She whispers instead after getting her own PJs on, climbing onto the free side of the bed carefully.
"Beep and Boop are gonna explain why we need to recycle next." Jake mumbles as an answer when she leans over his side, strokes through his messy hair as she reaches for the remote on the bedside table.
"Your wife should not need to explain why you need to take the chance to sleep when you can after this week." She presses a kiss to his temple as the screen switches off.
"I feel like I've forgotten how to do that." Jake sighs, and she can see the exhaustion on his face, the lines around his mouth and bags under his eyes that actually make him look his age for once. "What if Mac wakes up again? I don't think he ate enough, and-"
"If he wakes up, you'll wake up. You always do." She says in the most soothing voice she can muster, her hand not stilling in his hair as she watches his eyelids flicker. "And even if you don't, I'm still here to wake up too."
Everyone likes to be the little spoon. It makes you feel safe.
She slides up to him without moving her hand from his nape, nestles against his back as he sighs once more, deeper and calmer than before. One of his hands lets go of Mac and settles on her thigh instead, wrapped around his hip to really stay close.
"I'm gonna call in sick tomorrow. Holt will understand." She mumbles against his shoulder where her head rests, her fingertips scratching along the very edge of his hairline as her other arm comes around his waist, finds his hand on Mac's tummy to interlock their fingers against his soft, even breaths.
"Love you." Jake mumbles in reply, and his voice is halfway into dreamland, she can tell from its cadence alone, but she still answers.
"Love you too."
She spends a moment longer awake, feeling the steady breathing of the two most important people in her world under her hands, before her eyes fall closed as well.
-*-
None of them have moved even an inch when she blinks awake first in the morning, and Jake growls in his sleep when she twists around to reach for her cellphone on the bedside table, so she's quick to settle back against him once she's sent off a sick-call text to Holt and receives, weirdly enough, a thumbs up emoji as a reply and nothing else.
There's a much more expected follow up of "Dear Amy, I hope you and your family will feel better soon. Give Jake my best. Sincerely, Deputy Comissioner Raymond Holt" when she wakes up again a few hours later, and Jake makes no noise in his sleep this time, when she sneaks around to the side of the bed were Mac is smiling at her wide awake. She lifts him out of Jake's hug as only she ever could without waking him, and they share a lazy, tummy-friendly breakfast before Jake pats into the kitchen with his eyes half-closed and hugs them both from behind before getting himself a massive cup of coffee.
"Did you sleep okay?" She asks with a smile as the cup lifts into the air as he downs it.
"You never sleep badly as the little spoon, Ames." He grins softly before kissing her, Mac's hand slapping onto his cheek from her lap to keep them from completely getting lost in their kiss.
"But I did dream about Beep and Boop making me sit through an exam about recycling and I completely failed."
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amyscascadingtabs · 3 years
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darling, you should know i’m a helicopter
a healthy dose of hurt/comfort with added baby snuggles, because i truly felt for amy in this episode. it's been a long time since i just wrote something quick but i hope you enjoy! 🥰
oh and if you want a picture this is the pajamas mac is wearing, okay cool
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 Amy doesn’t mean for it to be a breakdown.
 She’s not surprised when Mac’s familiar piercing cries wake her up again a mere hour and a half after she’s fed him and put him to sleep for the night. As miraculous as Charles’ methods seemed, she still believes some babies are just fussy, and her son is one of them. It’s the only logical conclusion she’s come to after six, eight, ten, and twelve weeks all passed without any notable improvement in Mac’s ability to sleep longer stretches, and now he’s five months old and defying every single baby book and website that informs her he should be well settled into a sleeping schedule by now. He’s just fussy, or a high need baby, or whatever other term with needlessly negative connotations there is to make Amy feel like she's doing a bad job. It’s who he is and it’s what she’s used to, so she just scoots to the edge of the bed and picks him up from his travel cot in her still hurting arms before he can wake up the rest of the house.
On another night, she might have tried to walk around with him first, play some white noise or bounce on the yoga ball with him, but she’s tired and dejected and scared to wake up anyone else, so she goes for the easy option. The buttons of her pink striped pajama shirt are easily accessible for this exact purpose, and resting Mac’s head in the crook of her right arm, she gently guides him to her chest and exhales in relief as the crying comes to a stop. At least this, she can do, and the idiots who write advice pages about how you shouldn’t get your baby used to falling asleep at the breast have probably never even met a real baby.
 She leans back against the pillows when she’s sure Mac’s found a good latch and she can hear his content grunts and swallows. His hand has found a steady grip on her newly washed hair, probably getting drool in it again, but she can’t be bothered to try and unclench his little iron fist when he’s finally happy. Watching his perfect chubby cheeks as they hollow and fill, stroking the soft baby curls that are getting lighter and more like Jake’s every day, Amy’s overcome with another wave of that crazy all-consuming love that keeps surprising her, and then she’s the one who can’t stop her tears from falling.
 The only thing she ever wants is to keep him safe. In a world of pandemics and injustice, where the news gives her anxiety attacks more days than not and everything she thought she knew keeps changing, at least she can make sure Mac has his every need attended to. It’s been her life while staying home for the past five months, and she likes to think she’s handled it well all things considered, but after Charles’ nip tips and three-hour imprisonment of her child, Amy can’t help but feel like she’s done it all wrong.
 Her son is at his happiest when she can’t bother him. Once again, her high-strungness and failure to just be chill have proved her unfit for motherhood. She’s too anxious, too stressed, too overprotective, and the baby in her arms looking up at her with the warmest, roundest brown eyes she’s ever known is seriously unlucky and he doesn’t even know it.
 She doesn’t know where the negative thoughts are coming from, but sometimes breastfeeding has this effect on her – another sign, the self-hating voice in her head whispers – and it’s been an exhausting day, so she lets the tears come and hopes Jake is too deeply asleep to notice her mini-breakdown. Why is this so hard for her, and why can’t she just relax? How come Mac seems to be the only child she’s heard of whose sleeping habits at home have gotten worse and not better after his first few weeks at daycare, and how come even the most gentle of sleep training methods break her heart when Mac cries like he’s been abandoned?
 She’s wiping her tears with her free hand before wiping Mac’s cheeks with the muslin blanket when Jake begins to stir next to her, and even that makes her feel guilty, because he’s had a long day, too. He rubs his hand against her upper arm as if sensing that something’s off, yawning as he pushes himself up into a half-sitting position.
“Hey,” he mumbles in his softest sleepy voice, a worried crease appearing on his forehead. “Are you okay, Ames?”
“Yeah,” she tries, but her voice breaks, so she shakes her head. Mac is starting to pull away, so she unlatches him and sighs when she realizes that the shirt she’d packed clean already has milk stains on it. She rests him upright with his head on her shoulder instead, patting him on the back and trying to stop the tears that won't stop coming.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me. Is it Charles again? Because I really think he felt bad, but I’m happy to tell him off again if you want me to.”
“It's not Charles.” Amy sighs. “Well, it kind of is, but it's more that... I can't believe the best Mac has ever slept was when I wasn't even there. I try everything and nothing works, and Charles straight-up locks him in a room, and that makes him fall asleep? It feels like more proof I wasn't meant to do this,” she says, and she can see him immediately opening his mouth to protest. “Like even Charles is a more natural mom than I am.”
 Mac makes a hiccuping noise, spitting up a little bit of milk on the muslin blanket Amy put on her shoulder. Jake wipes it away before laying an arm around them, half-hugging them both.
“No offense, but that's the worst lie I’ve heard today, and that's including the stuff Terry said about me.” He strokes Mac’s back through the blue pajamas with little moons and clouds with faces as he begins to whimper again. “You're the best mom to him ever, Ames. You do everything for him. You literally kicked down a door to get to him today. Why do you think someone would be better?”
Amy sighs as she adjusts Mac in her arms, swaying him slightly and being surprised when it actually makes him go quiet. He has his eyes closed, fists up in front of his face, and just the thought that she could be doing something wrong by him makes her heart shatter.
“Because I try too hard,” she whispers, just loud enough for Jake to hear. “When he was locked in by Charles, I couldn't check on him, and it was the best nap he's ever had. All because I worry too much about him. Because I don't know what else to do. I want to keep him safe, but instead I’m somehow not doing enough and doing too much at once.”
She tickles that adorable baby chin with her index finger. Mac grips it, bringing it to his mouth with determination, and it makes both parents laugh. Why he likes this but rejects every single kind of pacifier Buy Buy Baby had to offer, she’ll never understand.
“He knows you love him,” Jake says, as if that was an obvious fact. He likes to claim he can read Mac’s mind about these things, a skill which Amy thinks would have been a lot more useful if it had also worked to figure out what it is their son needs during their worst nights of crying. It's what she needed to hear right now, though, and she leans her head on his shoulder as a silent thank you. “And just because he might be a little introverted sometimes doesn't mean he doesn't love you like crazy, too. I mean, that's what you tell me when I interrupt you when you're reading, right?”
She smiles. “I guess.”
“I know you worry,” he continues. “But just because Mac likes his peace and quiet sometimes doesn’t mean you’re doing a bad job. Maybe we could even let him start sleeping in his nursery at night, you know, just see what happens?”
Just the mention of not having her son within arm’s length at night makes Amy freeze and a million nightmare scenarios flash through her head, and Jake laughs a little as he feels her shoulders tense. “Okay, I can tell that was too big of a step and you’re freaking out, so maybe not. But one day?”
“We’ll talk about it later,” she decides, carefully trying to pull her finger out of her son’s mouth. “Thanks, babe. I just really want to go back to sleep.”
 Mac’s eyes are fluttering, a telltale sign that he’s starting to fight his sleep, stretching his legs and letting out the most adorable of baby-sighs. Jake runs his thumb over his son’s forehead and nose in an attempt to make him relax, and shakes his head as Mac only forces his eyes open again.
“He’s lucky he’s so cute, isn’t he?”
“He’s lucky we love him,” Amy mumbles, trying and failing to stifle a yawn.
“Yeah. I mean, who needs a full night’s sleep anyway, right?” Jake says, and Amy just stares at him with a blank expression.
“I know you’re joking, but I would almost leave him in Charles’ hands for a night again if it meant I got a four-hour stretch, and that’s saying something.”
“Yeah.” Jake grimaces. “I shouldn’t have said that. Now I’m kind of thinking about it too.”
 Thinking that maybe Mac will repeat his magical streak of at least managing to fall asleep on his own, Amy tries to put him down in the cot again, but she’s barely moved before he lets out another unhappy cry. She lifts him upright against her chest again, biting her lip and trying not to feel defeated as she starts the hushing and rocking all over again.
“Hey, I can take him,” Jake says, reaching for him. “You need to sleep so you can stop crazy-spiraling, and I’ve barely held him all day. I’ll walk around with him outside for a while, that might do it.”
 It’s not the typical declarations of love they used to share, but as he puts the muslin blanket on his shoulder before taking Mac and getting out of bed with him, Amy’s confident that she’s never loved her husband more. This, right here, watching him with sleep-tousled curls in just his t-shirt and pajama pants as he adjusts his son and bounces him slightly in his arms while the crying turns into a more gentle fussing, is far hotter than any sex dream about Sanjay Gupta could ever be.
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gaylittleinnkeepers · 3 years
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MIRACUCLASS B99 AU???
HEAR ME OUT GUYS HEAR ME OUT
- ok,,,ok listen,,,sabrina as the captain? i feel like that would be so cool?
- YOU BET YOUR SOCKS THAT JULEKA IS THE PERFECT ROSA DIAZ,,,BUT INSTEAD OF COMING OUT AS BISEXUAL, SHE COMES OUT AS LESBIAN (BUT EVERYONE SECRETLY KNEW)
- juleka: i’m lesbian. one minute for questions, go. marinette?
marinette: how long have you known?
juleka: pretty much since i was born. rose?
rose: will you fucking marry me
- but like,,,,alya would make an awesome amy santiago, secretly?
- SKDJSKSM ALIX AS GINA LINETTI
- so like, their entire precinct is a fucking mess mostly bc anarka can’t be bothered cleaning stuff up
- there are several animals which have taken up residence there, most notably a dog named mozzarella (get it?? cause cheddar?? no?...okay.)
- ok ok starting w characters. adrien is probably one of those ppl who mostly stay at the precinct and are completely happy with staying at the building and doing paperwork. occasionally sabrina forces him outside
- sabrina is the captain: shes older than everyone else (not by too much, maybe two or so years) and she’s married to aurore beaureal who stops by a lot. she’s not exactly sure how the captain-ing works, but she’s working on it
- also she adores everyone in the precinct and makes sure she says good morning to absolutely everyone when she walks in. (mozzarella also belongs to her)
- marinette is one of their best detectives, she’s super badass and has secretly been seeing kagami, one of the higher-up detectives
- (rose and juleka both have gaydars, she can’t hide from the lesbians)
- kim is out in the field a lot, works a lot in the shootings and stuff
- max is usually back at the precinct, doing paperwork and making calculations ig. nobody rlly knows what max does, he’s just there. so is sabrina. if y’all have any ideas then pls tell
- ivan and mylene are partners in cri- law, they’re always out solving cases and interrogating people together, and they’re fuckin awesome at their job
- ohhhh rose and juleka!,! they’re mostly in charge of a lot of the undercover type things, cause they’re really awesome at looking discreetly like just another gay couple™️
- ivan: why can’t me and mylene do a couples undercover case?
rose, wearing a matching pink striped dress with sunglasses with juleka wearing a purple counterpart: cause only we can really fucking rock it, ivan
- despite popular belief, rose swears quite a bit
- also juleka is usually the one everyone turns to when interrogations are hard because she’s just so scary when left in a room to stare at the suspects
- ahhhh, alix my beloved
- she’s pretty much a gina linetti, she’s like the unofficial receptionist/counter lady of the precinct
- she also does some cases, usually when everyone else is busy
- but alix mostly deals w the calls that come into the precinct.
- chloé!!! my beloved!!!
- her job is kind of a terry crews? i know it sounds weird but. she‘s the oldest and had a hand in training all these guys
- chloé likes to pretend she’s always annoyed but rlly she’s a total mom to everyone (except alix, who has been trying to serenade her for god knows how long)
- chloé: what’s burning?
alix, leaning on her table: only my love for you
chloé: alix…aliX KUBDEL THE TOASTER IS ON FIRE
- nathanael is the guy who does drawings of suspect’s faces?? yo yo in those shows where a witness describes the suspect and the dude draws them?? yeah that’s him
- marc, his boyfriend, pops in a lot mostly for mental and emotional support
- alya is amy santiago?? thoughts??
- mostly it’s cause i feel like she overworks sometimes to seem like she’s rlly awesome at her job even though she really is. and nino (who would make a freaking awesome jake peralta) is always there to support his gf and be the token straight couple in the precinct
- ok ok now general shenanigans
- juleka and rose are actually the people that most go to for relationship advice. like, if nino and alya are fighting or something, they’d both (separately) go to see julerose and ask them what to do (juleka usually says ‘bone’ while rose says something a bit better)
- also, everyone is convinced that juleka and rose ‘do things’ in the basement but nobody can ever catch them at it so they’re not sure
- ivan and mylene work so WELL together and it’s so awesome to see them out and about
- adrien and rose are in charge of lost kid cases and the such
- one time there was a baby left behind by his mother, and those two took care of him until they found an orphanage that could take in the baby
- (rose cried for a week straight after that)
- y’all don’t know how CRAZY birthday parties get….we’re not going to go into chloé’s birthday that one time……
- oh! luka and kagami! my children! luka works part-time at a pizza place and part-time at the pub that everyone in the precinct goes to
- he occasionally brings them a pizza while they’re working and hangs out w his emo sis and pink future sis-in-law
- kagami, i said earlier, works with the higher-grade detectives and police guys
- she does more awesome spy-like things, but she adores the people of the precinct and makes a point of stopping by (probably to look at marinette)
- aurore is sabrina’s wifey who comes along for cookies and emotional support
this is already too long i’ll write more later
*retreats into hole*
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you know that b99 episode where amy gives has her baby? the last episode of season 7? that but with the batfam.
now i’m not normally a huge dickbabs shipper but hear me out, okay?
you’ve got babs as amy, managing things inside the batcave for once, very much pregnant and very much still kicking ass.
you’ve got dick as jake, frantic energy turned up 1000% as he tries everything he can to get back to his wife who’s in labor while also being a hero to everyone around him.
you’ve got tim as charles, super excited for the baby and helping dick out with managing the city, but oh no, dick’s not gonna make it back in time he’s gotta do something. so he takes a deep breath, puts aside his hatred, and calls-
batcow! batcow as seargent peanut butter, (he escaped during the blackout and he’s roaming the streets this makes no sense i know i just love tim and batcow’s hatred hc i’ve got going on). and so, in order to reach the batcave and babs in time, dick rides batcow wait no that sounds wrong. dick mounts batcow fuck nope that doesn’t work either. i read too much fanfiction but you guys know what i mean.
meanwhile, back in the batcave, bruce and jason are trapped in the elavator (much to their mutual discomfort) and for reasons that totally don’t have anything to do with waking up in your own coffin and crawling out of your grave, jason’s claustrophobic as fuck. so he starts freaking out real bad and bruce would rather die than let the fire department, aka the supers, come and rescue them. so as a panicked attempt to get him to calm down, bruce teaches jason a dance that dick had taught him back when he was a kid.
damian. meanwhile. is not having a fun time. not at all. because he’s excited not unpleased about the baby’s arrival, but he hates the way the baby is, well, arriving. but there’s no one around and babs seems content to work through her pain and keep being oracle and goddamnit he knew he shouldn’t have read that delivery manual grayson had left lying around but he did so he actually knows exactly what to do in this situation, he just really doesn’t want to do it.
steph is busy eating all the waffles, with cass trailing behind her amusedly, and then she’s busy building the perfect delivery suite for babs in the batcave. babs tears up bc it’s perfect. and after that, cass goes and rescues jason and bruce from the elevator because i said so. 
babs is in pain and they can’t get the anesthetic bc they used it all last night on a major injury of steph’s so babs just has to power through it and it h u r t s. damian is the one helping cass deliver the fucking baby and while cass appears more levelheaded than damian, they’re both freaking the fuck out. and then, to distract babs, bruce and jason do the dance. and it works.
and dick strides into the batcave on batcow’s back and rushes over to babs. tim single-handedly takes down the robbers, arrests dotty, and finds that woman’s lost shoe like the bamf he is.
and all is well.
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letsperaltiago · 3 years
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somewhere only we know
This is my entry for the B99 Summer 2021 Fic Exchange and it's for lovely Johanna aka. @amyscascadingtabs <3 I picked the prompt: "Jake and Amy going on a babymoon and enjoying some time together before everything changes for good."
It's very simple and just pure good, happy parents to be-vibes so yeah :) I initially wanted to add smut but didn't have the time to write it :(( If you feel like it's something you'd like, then feel free to lemme know! I can always add a chapter two heh. Anyways, enjoy!!
Rating: G
Words: 2.7k
Read here or on Ao3
“Jake, this is… amazing.”
This seems to be all Amy can come up with as the hotel room presents itself before her. Better or bigger words seem to be lacking from her otherwise excellent vocabulary but she blames it on the fact that she’s been carrying a tiny human for the past 35 weeks - not that she’s complaining. It’s been hard, both physically and mentally, and there are a few more weeks to go but by the end of it all, she’ll be holding her little baby boy. 
She’s tired and every inch of her body swollen and/or sore, but more importantly she’s eager and excited. Jake is too, if not even more than her, and this has resulted in the current scene: their babymoon. 
“You like it?” 
The way Jake asks her, eyes shining with innocent expectation and voice laced with childish excitement has her imagining just how their little boy will turn out to be. She can’t hold back her smile. This man will walk to the end of the earth to make her happy, essentially already has during this pregnancy, and the babymoon is just as much for him as it is for her. 
She turns on her heels to face him, showing him the bright smile that’s plastered on her makeup-free face which has gained some freckles during her pregnancy. 
“You could’ve planned a trip to a dumpster and I would still love it.”
Hands cupping his scruffy cheeks she pulls him in for a short but tender kiss that even so many years later, after thousands of kisses, has his toes curl in excitement. She truly would’ve stayed anywhere as long as Jake was with her. Although she does appreciate the fact that she’s standing in a beautiful lakeview suite at the LakeHouse Inn. 
“Should we reassess how much we refer to dumpsters and other gross locations when we declare our love for each other?” 
She chuckles at his comment, lips resonating against the corner of his grin. 
“Should we?” She slowly slides her hands to the back of her neck, entangling her fingers to keep her latched onto him even as she pulls away to flash him a pretend contemplative expression.  
Eyebrows cocked in playfulness, they share an indicative look in silence, only for them to break it in unison. “Nahh.”
“Right? It’s what makes us us.” Jake pulls her in by the hips which are carrying their son. 
Everything about Amy reminds him of their little miracle and makes him feel all tingly and excited. One look at her, one touch, and he forgets about the rest of the world and its crappiness. He has Amy and together with the tiny human in her belly, she is his entire universe. 
“Exactly.”
She closes the gap between them (as much as she can with the full-blown balloon shape of her stomach). 
“So,” she mumbles against his lips, “what are your plans for us?” 
Sadly, the 3-hour drive from home didn’t do wonders for her heavily pregnant body and even though she won’t admit it out loud, she hopes her husband’s plans for tonight will demand the bare minimum of her. She feels his lips and body withdraw, prompting her eyes open however the mischievous smile that meets her has a dimmed anxious feeling creeping over her - he does remember she’s 35 weeks pregnant, right? 
“I know that look, Peralta.” Her voice is distrustful, and after 7 years together she should know better than giving in to his teasing, but her suspicious air only fuels his fire and desire to mess with her. 
“In honor of my incredible and always so organized wife, there’s a tightknit schedule waiting for us.”
Tightknit schedule? Amy would usually be beaming at these words but right then and there, swollen legs, hungry and feeling everything but hot and fit after the drive, she aches to fall back onto the bed and sleep for days. It’s huge, king-sized, with crispy white sheets and the fluffy pillows are definitely calling her name. Although, the fact that Jake has everything planned out for their last vacation together, just the two of them, does pull on some heartstrings. He loves her so much and she loves him so much too. So much that she (almost) doesn’t turn a hair when he proudly starts listing their schedule for the evening and following day. 
“So right now it’s 4 PM which means unpacking-time. At 6 we have a dinner reservation at this cute little restaurant in a little town nearby so we’ll need to leave at approximately 5.45. At 8 there’s a showing of Die Hard at the local movie theater, which I thought we could attend?”
Okay, maybe her left eye flinches at this but very discreetly (or so she chooses to believe). 
“Then tomorrow there’s breakfast at 7, which is perfect because we have canoeing on the lake at 8.30...” 
She zones out after this. Hormones, tiredness, the fact that she can’t feel her feet- there are a thousand reasons but Amy can feel the most is tears prickling, threatening to spill. Not because she doesn’t appreciate her husband’s efforts and grand gestures, all for her, but because she can’t stand the thought of doing any of these sweet things he’s planned for them. She can’t cry though. He’s going to think something is actually wrong.
“Babe?”
However far gone she was, the sound of Jake’s voice pulls her back in and there’s a confusing mixture of mischief and pure adoration shining from these famous deep brown eyes. Why is he almost smiling when she’s having a tiny meltdown?
“Are you crying?”
“No?” she scoffs although she’s proven wrong upon touching her cheek where her fingers are met by a thin wet streak. “I’m just,” she clears her throat in hopes of avoiding a strained voice, “so overwhelmed by happiness and everything you’ve planned for us. It all sounds… great.”
Silence dawns upon them as Amy’s fake smile tries to convince him. On his part, Jake is biting his lip in an attempt to hold back a laugh, but his wife’s panicked look and teary eyes have him failing to last and after a couple of seconds he breaks the quietness. 
“Honey, I’m messing with you,” he chuckles and quickly pulls her back in for a tight hug, as tight as the belly allows, pecking the top of her head. “I know you love a good schedule but the only plans I have for us are: staying in bed, ordering room service, and watching tv.”
“Oh, thank God.”
The moan of relief flies out of her before she can even consider how it must sound to Jake, a great deal of embarrassment hitting her upon realization. She just made it sound like she wouldn’t appreciate her husband’s effort to make this weekend of theirs the best. 
“Jake, I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”
She pulls back to look him in the eyes, ready to offer a sincere apology for her blunt exclamation. She never gets to. Instead, she’s met with a huge grin and her husband looking everything but mad or hurt. Almost as if he knew. He knew how she’d react. He wanted her to react.
“You sly sneak! You knew you’d freak me out!” 
Only her husband can trick her like this, and, on one hand, it’s very endearing... Jake Peralta is more than just a good cop; he’s excellent. Brilliant and bold, maybe even too much sometimes, although he usually gets away with it. Usually, she’s always on his heels and she hates to admit it, but her mommy brain and restless hormones are making it much harder, if not impossible, to keep up with his always upbeat pace. 
“Of course I knew, babe.”
No matter how hard she tries, she can’t even find it within herself to be genuinely annoyed with him. He’s pulled her back into his arms and is looking at her with that mischievous smile that can both infuriate and enchant her. Tonight it’s a little bit of both although mostly the latter, she has to admit and the last bit of annoyance melts away the second he leans in, offering her a soft kiss that lets reminds her of the fact that he’s the best thing in the whole damn world. 
“I love you,” she manages to mumble against his lips before he can pull too far back, her swollen fingers cradling his jaw to emphasize her words. It tampers with any kind of reasoning and her ability to remain miffed. 
“I love you too...” her husband mumbles back against her lips. 
Pulling away isn’t an option, he’s too addicted and he enjoys feeling the air coming from her nose when she chuckles. “How much?”
“At the very least enough to not make my heavily pregnant wife canoe around a lake.” 
“Peanut and I appreciate that very much.”
Although after all these months there’s a comfort and familiarity in being able to rub her belly and know her son is in there, safe and sound, knowing he soon enough will be out here in the real world with them has butterflies fluttering in her chest. Jake’s hand joining hers in stroking her belly only causes the number of butterflies to multiply, explode all over again, and her hormones are making her question whether she wants to cry or laugh - or perhaps do both. After such a long wait, from the second they decided to start trying, there’s no blaming her impatience. There’s so much to expect and patience has never been her strongest asset. Only when it comes to Jake and their son. She’s impatient to see, hear and feel it all. The life and adventure she’s created with the man she loves the most seems scarily close yet torturously far away. 
With no reason to leave in sight, Amy finds herself bundled up in a hotel bed sent from heaven, wearing nothing but panties and her favorite nursing bra. Jake is on an errand run to grab her the creme cheese-filled pierogis and Arroz con Leche their son and she are very much craving. Although she does prefer her abuela’s homemade version of the latter, even a pregnant Amy can come to terms with the fact that there are limits to Jake’s super husband-powers. He can and will get her almost anything as long as physically possible - or within a radius of 20 miles which Abuela Dolores at this given time for good reasons isn’t. 
Amy had insisted on the hotel’s room service menu being more than fine, but her husband knows her all too well and could tell she wasn’t content with the ravioli and créme brulée she’d originally settled for. Before she could even begin to protest his offer to run out and get it for her, her husband had pulled on a pair of jogging pants and a hoodie, grabbed his keys, and left her behind with a peck to the top of her head and a promise to be back in not too long. 
In all honesty, the ravioli and creme brulée would’ve been fine, and she would’ve preferred Jake to be here to cuddle her. Nonetheless, there’s no denying how loved and important Jake makes her feel. Especially when he suddenly walks in the door, multiple plastic bags hanging on his arms and car keys dangling from his mouth. The view is hilarious, to say the very least, and she wonders: how did she ever get so very lucky? 
Perhaps she will never know the answer to this. Luckily when you’re cuddled up in a soft hotel bed eating pierogis, fries, grapes, and Arroz con Leche with the love of your life, it doesn’t really matter how you got there. Being too busy talking, eating, and making out, the documentary about the history of paper Amy’s been dying to watch is mostly just background noise. 
“Can you believe we’re having a baby?”
Her husband’s mouth is filled with fries and before she can even think of answering his question, she has to reach over to wipe ketchup from the corner of his mouth. 
“Yes… but also no. In a good way.”
It’s true. She always knew she wanted kids but wanting is one thing; actually outliving it still seems surreal to her, even as she runs her hands around the curve of the skin encapsulating their very own little human being. What makes it so much more surreal is the fact that Jake Peralta is the father. Jake Peralta, the guy who she 6 years ago could only pine for. Now she’s lying in bed with him, watching him smile at her with those soft, brown eyes and warm rosy lips that she not so secretly hopes their son will inherit. He swiftly wipes oil and salt off his fingers before reaching over to place his hands on top of her belly. Placing hers on top of his happens like a newfound reflex of hers. His hand is warm and feels like home.
“This is probably the last getaway we’ll have, yanno, just the two of us.”  
His soft voice has her looking up from their joined hands on her belly to see him looking directly at her with glistening eyes, the blue light from the television casting a blue hue on the side of his head. He looks so handsome, pensive, so perfect and she can’t come to terms with the fact that he’s her’s and she his, and together they’ve created new life.
“Yeah. More likely than not.” 
“How do you feel about that? Are you scared? You know- of giving birth and how life will be after that?”
A few beats of silence go by, only the dull sound of the tv filling the otherwise silent room. His hand never slips out of from beneath hers. Does this question maybe reflect some worries of his? 
“Not scared, per se...”
She quickly makes sure that there’s no food in-between them before scooting in closer to him. Her hand slips off of his only to slide up his arm, all the way up to cup his face. There’s close to no room between them. Her thumb dances across his cheekbone. 
“... Excited, maybe a bit anxious, but I know it’ll be alright and so very worth it in the end. And yeah, our life nd dynamic might have to change a bit but it’ll always be us. But I’m not scared,” This seems to put a damper on his running mind. “And you know why?”
“Hm?”
“Because I have the world’s best baby daddy.”
As hoped a wide smile lights up his face, pure unadulterated joy so obviously present in this little moment of theirs. Worries seem irrelevant and non-existing. 
“Are you worried, babe?” 
She sees his smile fade a bit but not enough to genuinely worry her. Just like everyone, he has his thoughts and worries. With care comes worries. He wants to do his best, she knows. 
“Maybe a bit, you know? Like not genuinely worried like I would’ve been a few years ago, but just… averagely worried.” 
“That’s okay,” she comforts, her thumb still tracing smooth lines on his cheek. “It’s normal. It just means you care and want to do good, which is all I can really ask of you.” 
“I do care. A lot. So so much,” he chuckles shyly. 
“Which is also why you’re going to be fine, I will be fine and everything will be fine.” 
She doesn’t give him the time to agree nor protest but instead leans in to place a long, tender kiss on his lips, inviting him to join in on the moment.  It’s just a simple kiss, soft, like the one they had a Shaw’s after agreeing to stop trying (which eventually lead to more trying, but that’s beside the point). With every breath, they take the kiss grows deeper, longer. It’s as if their bodies are aware of the fact that this will be the last time they get to do this without a child to get home to; without the responsibility of being a parent. All at once, it’s frightening but also, more than anything, exciting. Their lives might be on the verge of changing forever. Although lying there in bed together, feeling the soft touch of their spouse, it feels like they’ve never changed and never will. They’re always going to be Jake and Amy. 
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Kiddos being a little clingy after Jake and Amy have been away
when they go pick up the babies from nana's house they're almost knocked down like bowling pins from the force of a 4 and 2 year old running at their legs as they squeal "mommy!!! daddy!!!" 🥺🥺🥺 they each pick up a kiddo on their hip and jake asks with a grin "did you miss us?",, mac buries his face in jake's shoulder n nods before pulling back to launch into an excited spiel of all the things they did with nana and grandpa 🥰 that evening they snuggle as a family in the big bed, the kiddos in their pjs in between them, to watch some cartoons as a special treat and read bedtime stories,, they seem more eager for stories tonight than usual and amy thinks they're just spinning bedtime out, but after jake's read "poo in the zoo" for the third time, she can tell that mac and maya are getting sleepy (stroking their hair in the same way she does with jake is one of her favourite methods of relaxing them) 💓 she gently says "time to go night night, little monkeys", looking to her husband as they telepathically decide on a strategy to carry them to their bedroom,, but they don't get very far tho as maya scoots over so that she's lying on top of her mana "no 😾 don't want mommy and daddy to leave" and mac reaches his little hands out to cling to amy's tshirt and jake's shirt "stay here" - and that ofc just breaks their hearts, but especially jake's bc he knows all too well what it's like to have a parent actually leave. he never ever wants his own babies to think that's even a possibility "hey, hey," he soothes, "mommy and i aren't going anywhere, okay? we went away for the weekend to celebrate being married to each other, remember, but we're all home now safe and sound" "daddy's right, we're always going to come home to our babies, we love you too much" amy adds with a grin "and we're going to have lots of fun together tomorrow, yeah?" both mac and maya nod but make no effort to stop clinging to their parents and leave the bed in their sleepy states....amy looks to jake with an exasperated smile, knowing they're both about to give in and let two monkeys sleep in bed with them "just this once" - they made the most of 3 nights of alone time in a nice airbnb upstate so choosing to sleep with toddler butts in their faces and little to no room seems like the only logical decision ,, and to see their babies feel so safe and content in their presence is too much for Two hearts, they've missed them so much too 💖💖💖
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For the flash fic - no. 17 with Peraltiago?😆
17: I only ever learned one good magic trick
"Babe ... are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Confidently, Jake shakes his head at his wife, throwing in a shrug of his shoulders to boot. "Nope, not really. I only ever learned one good magic trick. But ... it worked last time. So it's bound to work again, right?"
Glancing over at their toddler, who hasn't stopped crying for more than thirty seconds in the last hour, Amy nods before turning back to Jake. "Okay, let's do this. But just remember, this is Mac's favourite stuffed toy. So if you actually lose it ..."
Tapping the edge of the magician's hat with his wand, Jake lets out a gentle laugh. "It's just a hat, Ames. The toy isn't actually going to disappear." Hesitating, he lifts the hat by its wide rim, eyeing off the exterior suspiciously. "At least, I don't think it will ..."
From beside them, Mac lets out another wail, and Jake and Amy share a glance before nodding in unison. Feeding, changing, dancing and singing with their little man seemed to do nothing for settling his sudden change in mood, and right now they were desperate for anything to get him back to his usual cheery self.
Flashing Mac the brightest of smiles, Amy picks up his favourite stuffed turtle, making exaggerated bouncy sounds as she makes him crawl across the table and into Jake's magical hat; and from his position in the high chair Mac watches with wary eyes, suddenly silent as curiosity takes over.
She leans in to press a gentle please, no more crying kiss to his tiny forehead, blocking Mac's view as Jake moves quickly to stuff the toy into the hidden panel of the hat. He flips the hat upside down as Amy pulls away, waiting until Mac is watching before pretending to look for the turtle together with Amy.
When their baby boy's lip begins to quiver all over again, Jake moves with haste, flopping the hat onto his head and squeezing the sides together until he feels the compartment open, and lifts the hat once again to reveal his magic trick with an enthusiastic "Ta-daaa!"
Squirtle the Turtle had relocated, as if by magic, to Daddy's head. Instantly, Mac points his chubby fingers in Jake's direction, and lets out a blessedly loud giggle.
"Oh, that is music to Mommy and Daddy's ears, little man!"
Amy lifts Squirtle from Jake's head, carrying it over to Mac for a turtle-y kiss, giggling along with what really is her favourite sound in the world - her husband and son laughing together.
Mac falls quiet as she pulls the toy away, and with wide eyes she turns quickly back to Jake. "Oh god, he's going to cry. Quick, do it again!"
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What is Love?
Requested by @sassysaxsolo​
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Pairing: BadBoy!JK x Innocent!Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst
Warning: Dirty talk, degrading, oral sex (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, exhibitionism (??). Oh god this has like 4 smut scenes in it, it's nothing but porn bye
Summary: Jungkook has a degrading kink. Y/N doesn’t seem to like it. Also, JK is bad at this entire love thing but totally whipped for the girl of his dreams.
WordCount: 3.6k
A/N: The first scene is inspired by Hunter and Amy from “Hot Summer Night,” because it’s such a cute couple! P.S this might not be my best work because I wrote it at 3AM, so :( sry
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You wouldn’t exactly call your boyfriend mean by any chances, but it doesn’t mean he was the nicest person you’ve ever met either. Sometimes you look at other people, like Hoseok, or Jimin, they could most definitely keep you happy – and speak to you like you’re an actual human when you both fuck.
You still remember the first time Jeon Jungkook had ever well, noticed you.
“-and then they both crashed into each other!” your friend was telling this story for the nth time, and you paying your 101% undivided attention to your fries sitting in front of you, basically drowning in ketchup, while trying to ignore the eyes that bore in the back of your head.
It was the last day of your exams as a sophomore in high school, and just like everyone else in town, you’d gone to the diner you always went to, at the end of 15thStreet Avn. Everyone and their mom had decided to come, so it was really busy, you literally had to speak loud to your friends, sitting just across you.
Fifteen minutes ago, Jeon Jungkook had walked into a diner and chose the place that gave the perfect view of you from the back.
Seven minutes ago, your friends had noticed that he was – shamelessly – staring at you, strawberry milkshake in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. When you tried to look back, his eyes didn’t even flinch when they made contact with yours. On top of it, he winked at you. It was weirdly strange, yet made you feel all giddy inside.
What. The. Fuck. It was a well-known fact that girls would actually die to have one date with Jungkook, willing to get plastic surgeries, buying the most expensive clothes, and even leaving gifts in his locker at school. So why was here he here, in this lame-ass diner? And that too, wasting time while staring at you? He clearly didn’t even take a sip of his beverage.
“Oh my gosh, Y/N, he’s so totally staring at you,” your best friend from across the booth said, while pretending to look at her nails.
“He’s so hot, I would totally take a bite,” your other friend says while taking a bite of her burger.
“Yuck!” you exclaim, as you can’t help but laugh at the thought of it. You had a certain laugh, especially when you were sitting around with your friends – it wasn’t that loud, but your eyes would bunch up as you would unconsciously bring your hand up to your mouth, and would throw your head back.
You dare to look back at him again, but this time you see his coming towards you, while taking a puff from his half smoked cigarette. You immediately turn your head back, so quick that you feared you’d broken your neck.
You look at your friends adjust their hair and posture when they see him coming towards your booth, and you can’t help but play with the hem of your sleeve, biting your lip. He stands across you, leaning on the booth in front of yours, swirling his straw so the whipped cream becomes one with the milkshake.
As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you just freak out and amidst that panic, you blurt out, “I have a boyfriend.”
He looks back at you and smirks, oh God, he looks so, so amazing. This year, he’s grown out his hair, so the waves were sprawled against his forehead, and he pushed it back with his hand after placing the milkshake next to you. He’s the pitch perfect image of a fuckboy; leather jacket, a motorbike, tattoos (even though he’s totally not 18 years old yet), and the lingering scent of cigarettes.
“Nah, no, you don’t,” he takes another puff of his cigarette, “but if you don’t stop being so fucking cute, you will,”
You chuckle, thinking he’s pranking you, thinking it’s just a joke him and his stupid friends had planned out to humiliate you publicly, “You don’t know the first thing about me,” you say as you dip a fry in ketchup.
“I know you like ketchup,” he says, before taking a sip from his milkshake.
That was also the day when Jeon Jungkook had officially asked you out.
-
When you’d spent the entire summer with him, you got to realize one thing about him, he loved to degrade you while having sex. Sure, it was fun the first few times – but after that, words like “slut,” and “whore,” had started making you feel like one.
It was obvious that to you that you weren’t his first priority; football and his friends were always going to be before you. You still remember he was less than enthusiastic when you told him about the art gallery you’d host after working on your still life pieces for two years.
But in reality, everyone on the team knew he was head over heels for Y/N, he had quitted smoking right after he heard you cough, he’s started wearing a helmet whenever he rode his bike, and even let you decorate it with your frilly stickers. He would always, always go out of his way to get a fresh pack of chocolate milk for you, because you once mentioned that your dad doesn’t let you drink it because it’s unhealthy.
“Here, babe,” he says tossing you your daily supply of chocolate milk.
“Hey, remember when I told you about the art gallery I was preparing for?” you said, but it seemed like he was more interesting in scrolling Instagram on his iPhone, “um, because I have to go to art school,”
“Yeah, what about it?” he said, pecking your cheek as he got up for class.
“Well, it’s on the 28thof October, that’s next week,” you say before taking a sip of the milk he got you.
He waited a minute before speaking anything, and you wished, you wished deep in your heart so sincerely that he wouldn’t come up with an excuse.
“You know Jake’s birthday is that day, right? Can’t you reschedule it?” he said, looking down, adjusting his leather jacket.
You felt as if someone was stomping on your chest, it was getting harder to swallow the milk in your mouth, and it didn’t taste like the too sugary drink it was – instead it felt like you were swallowing poison. He surely remembered your rants about how it was so hard to rent a place in that gallery right? Or how it took you three months to manage to snag it for a couple of hours? Or how it took you two years to compile your best art pieces?
“B-but I don’t think I can do that, I barely got to rent the place an-and I- “
“Babe, I don’t think I can make it. The boys and I are going out to the city,” he said, tilting his head.
He didn’t wait for your reply, already walking down the hallway, leaving you heartbroken.
On 28thOctober, you met all the professional people you had dreamed of meeting, it was an honor, especially since you were just a Junior in high school. But, you never saw the face you wanted to see. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when the exhibition finally finished, and you had to close the gallery.
That night, around 1AM, Jungkook broke into your room through your window how he usually did, only this time he had a bouquet of roses in his right hand, and red eyes.  When he noticed your tear stricken eyes and smudged mascara, he didn’t think twice before throwing the flowers on your bed and hugging you hard. Then, when he was so close, you noticed that he reeked of alcohol and weed. But it was fine.
He spent the night trying to make you laugh by reciting jokes he was forced to listen from Seokjin, and trying to make up for not being there. He cuddled you, putting your head under his chin, your body resting on his chest. It felt like home, when you would be with him, alone.
“How did it go?” he asks, nuzzling his face in your neck, peppering kisses there.
“It went amazing, I got a lot of good critique from artists and college professors,” you say, running your hands through his hair, you still missed his long hair that he cut last week, but it was way softer now,
“I missed you,” you say as he hummed.
He loved how you were like an open book, not like the girls he had been with before. You wore dresses – which he loved, because easier access – and you had long, virgin hair. He loved how untouched you were, innocent, pure and uncorrupted. He loved the little chub on your cheeks, he loved your pillow soft breasts, he loved how you always tasted like strawberries because of your chap stick. He loved virtuous you were. His to taint.
“I’m here, baby, and to make up for it, we’ll go to that café you always wanted to go to, my treat for being the best girlfriend,” he mumbled in your ear before taking off your dress and peppering kisses all over your body.
Of course, your mood had evidently changed, “Okay, you goofball,” you laugh as he tickles you.
“Baby, even if everything is wrong, it’s always going to be alright, and you know why?” he says as he kisses you on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, a huge contrast from his usual drunk kisses, they seem to be more chaste, more genuine, “you’re the only good thing in my life,”
You forgive him, like every other time.
You also toss him out the window before 6AM, before your father catches you with a boy. And that too, Jeon Jungkook. He’d probably kill you. It reminded you of the time when Jungkook decided to eat you out, on a weekday, on your bed, with your room unlocked.
It was no surprise when you found out that he was especially skilled with his tongue, not that any boy had ever even touched you there. You fought your moans, because your dad was literally downstairs watching his daily 9pm news. You knew he’d check up on you at 9.30 PM to ensure that you were studying for the SAT.
But here you were, your face stuffed with your own panties as the taste of your cum took over your tongue, it was a little embarrassing for you to taste yourself, but you paid more attention to the brown haired man between your legs. He’d mutter the same obscene words that used to give you the pleasure you needed at first, but soon became insecure of.
“You like that, dirty slut?” you mewled as he worked his tongue on your clit, adding another finger to the previous one inside of you. His two fingers did more than what you could do with your entire hand, the long slender fingers were now knuckle deep inside of you, doing wonders to your body.
“You’re such a whore, moaning here like a bitch in heat, when everyone thinking you’re an angel, huh,” he says as his fingers thrust in and out of you, lewd noises filling your small room.
You felt your blood run cold, when you could hear your dad’s footsteps on the stairs. Fuck.
“Three. You have three seconds to cum, or forget about it,” he said looking your straight in the eye, his fingers working faster than ever.
You could feel yourself pent up, your walls clenching down on his fingers.
“Two,” he said, attacking your bud with his tongue, a circling pattern, making you shake.
Before he could say ‘one,’ you were cumming, all over his fingers, your thighs and your sheets.
Jungkook chuckled, “Fucking whore,” before jumping out of your window in time, just a second before your dad came in your room. You were under the blanket, your panties under the bed, and your pride out of the window.
As you excused your flush face as a small fever, you couldn’t help but feel a weird twist in your stomach. You didn’t exactly like the way you felt.
You had avoided Jungkook as much as you could the next week, but he didn’t exactly notice because recently the football team had been putting in more hours to prepare for the nationals. He’d still slipped loving notes in your locker, and strapped a red rose on Thursday as well, that made your heart flutter.
The next time you met him was on the bus, on your way home.  
He could’ve rode his bike to his home, but he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew something was up with you when you didn’t respond to any of his messages, and didn’t even acknowledge him in your English class.
The was bus was packed, to say the least, as he followed you as you went to the tail of the vehicle, excusing people. The next stop had more people stepping in here, and he was even more pressed towards you.
You instantly regretted wearing the tennis skirt you wore yesterday, because it was short short, and also thin. You no longer had an excuse to avoid your boyfriend as you felt him press up against your back, you could feel his bulge on your butt.
You tried to look back up at him, but whimpered when you saw the animalistic look in his eyes, and the way he towered over you wasn’t helping either. You sucked in a breath when you felt his finger hitch up, and up, and up, until it was so, so near your panties as he circled your inner thigh with his thumb. He could notice how you were hyper-aware of the surroundings, as if people could see everything that was happening, everyone could see how your boyfriend was basically fingering you on the bus.
“Do you wanna do this?” you heard Jungkook whisper in your ear, and truth be told, you had missed him, the feeling of his dick, his fingers, that you needed him, and you needed him now.
You nodded, and just as soon, you heard him chuckle, “You really are a dirty slut huh?” he said as he slapped between your thighs, making your knees buckle.
With one hand, he held the handle above so he would stay balanced, but with the other one, he steadied your hips, grinding his hips against you. You almost felt embarrassed by how aroused you were, and how quick you were wet. Seconds later, you could feel his fingers separate your folds, “Spread your legs, whore.”
As you spread them, you finally noticed how many people were actually here, and how to the untrained eye it just looked like he was hugging you, but his fingers were now scissoring inside you, stretching you.
You could feel him taking his cock out of his sweatpants, brush it in your folds. You were always so sensitive, the smallest of touches against your clit would make you cry out and moan, so it was no surprise that you let out some noises as his cock entered in you.
“Make one more noise, and I won’t be scared to fuck you senseless in front of all these people,” he whispered in your ear again, this time rocking his hips into you.
“Such a slut, huh? Tell me you’re a slut,” he said, and when he noticed that you didn’t do as he said, he completely stopped all movements. You couldn’t thin straight with his dick sitting inside of you, you needed to get off, and this neediness of yours made you want to crawl into a grave and die.
“I- I’m a slut,” you whispered, and Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to heard that, if he wasn’t basically glued to you.
“S-say it again,” he stuttered and you could feel the both of you coming closer.
“I’m a slut! I’m a whore for you, Jungkook,” you whispered, as you felt yourself cum. As for him, instead of cumming in you, like you thought he would, he took himself out, and jerked off in your panties. The feeling of his cum against your soaked panties was lecherous to say the least, you could feel your panties stick to your clit, almost as a reminder of the disgusting deed you’d just done.
“Keep those on until you get home, such a fucking bitch, fucking her boyfriend in a bus,” Jungkook whispered in your ear, and stepped off the bus after slapping your ass.
And you were left alone again, thinking if you really were the slut he made you out to be.
Your next interaction with Jungkook had been next week, when you both had decided to do the English homework together, at his house. While you spent at least two hours, researching on the topic, Jungkook had simply bullshitted the entire essay in half an hour. Sigh, this is why he was failing. As you were left on his bed, completing the essay, he sat on the other end, gaming with Taehyung and some random boy through his PlayStation party.
Finally, another two hours later, you were done with the horrid essay and were desperately craving your loving and adoring boyfriend’s attention.
“Jungkook,” you tried to get his attention, but didn’t even turn around to look at you. You continued to annoy him, “Kookieee,”
Suddenly, you saw a blast on the screen, as Jungkook slammed his controller on the floor.
He muted his mic before speaking, “You just don’t wanna be a good girl for me today, huh?” At this point, you straddled his lap. He picked you up without a glimpse of hesitation, settling you between his legs, as he took out his cock.
“Suck me, and be quiet about it, unless you want Tae to hear what a desperate bitch you are,” he says, and you’re left to suck him. Jungkook definitely wasn’t small, not even close. In fact, when hard, he was bigger than you had expected dicks to be. So, 4 rounds of battle later, your jaw had started to ache, and you couldn’t help but cry out an elicit moan, forgetting Tae could hear everything.
Jungkook turns off his gaming station as soon as he hears you, “I think I told you to shut the fuck up, but you’re just too fucking stupid to understand,” he says as he harshly picks you up by your ponytail.
“I’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be nothing but a dumb bitch hungry for cock,” he says as he thrashes you on the bed, stretching you out with his fingers.
Before adjusting his dick, and putting it in front of your entrance, he slaps your cunt, “that’s for fucking my game night, you bitch,” and he enters you, rough and fast.
He pushed his hair back, it’s been growing again, as he looks at you with his doe eyes again, this time they’re a shade darker. This turns you on, as you let out a whimper, “Jungkook c-close,”
“Cream yourself on my dick, go on, my dumb baby,” he chuckles, before increasing his speed, the sound of skin slapping filling the silence of the room, “Such a desperate cock slut, you can’t get off with me, huh?”
Moments later, when you both cum simultaneously, he lays down next to you and stares at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking of?” he asks, minutes after your silence. This time, he’s not harsh, but instead you’re surprised by his loving tone.
“Just thinking if you love me or not,” you mumble, closing your eyes, missing the surprised look on his face, eyes wide open, jaw ajar.
“Wha- Baby, of course I love you,” he stutters on his words, not knowing what to say. What had made you believe that he wasn’t head over heels in love with you?
“I just… I don’t know, I don’t like it when you call me names,” you explain already feeling embarrassed at being such a prude.
“Baby girl,” he sits up, and kisses your cheek, “you should’ve told me, I- I’m sorry,”
Jungkook looked like a hurt puppy, his eyes downcast, as he fiddled with his fingers. The next week, he had spent making sure you felt like the Princess you were, his Princess. Obviously, you had noticed his behavior, bringing a donut along with the chocolate milk, ditching football practice to meet you, kissing your hands every time he met you, peppering you with kisses.
“Kook, you don’t have to do this,” you exclaimed when he took you to see the beach, two hours away from the town.
“I just my Baby to know that I love her, and I want her to be happy,” he says, and for the first time, you feel like you’re free. You’re free when you’re with him and you love it.
You’re always happy with him. You loved his sloppy kisses, his shit eating grin when his fingers made you cum, his habit of bringing you chocolate milk every day, his scent which was a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, his hoarse voice after he wakes up. You knew no matter how much he accidentally hurt you, he loved you too.
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frostedfaves · 4 years
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I Love You
Pairing: Rosa Diaz x fem!reader
Requested by anon: Hi! Can I ask for rosa x reader? Something like where they've been together for nearly a year and rosa is struggling to find a perfect anniversary gift and opens up about it to maybe Jake? He will give ridiculous ideas and rosa considers the paintball war idea for a while. Eventually she'll figure out something sweet but not too flashy since reader doesn't like big and flashy.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Rosa gets soft for once
A/N: this is my first time actually finishing a Rosa imagine, so I hope it’s not absolute trash lmao. Thanks for the request!
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“I have a problem” came from behind Jake, nearly giving the poor detective a heart attack. He turns to face Rosa with a half smile-half grimace.
“Well this can’t be good. What’s the problem?”
Rosa quickly glances at you sitting at your desk, grateful you were too occupied with paperwork to notice her “outburst”. You were the only one in her life that could pass right through her brick wall of a heart like it was paper thin and see what was really going on.
“Not here.”
She grabbed the front of his plaid buttoned shirt, pulling him behind her as he whined about “facing Amy’s wrath when she sees you ruined her ironing”. She didn’t stop until they reached the last supply closet at the end of the hall, closing the door behind them. A deep sigh fell from her lips before she finally spoke.
“Y/N and I’s one year anniversary is today.” She glared at Jake to calm his impending reaction. “Anyway, I’ve never dated anyone this long, so I wasn’t sure how to celebrate. Figured maybe we’d just go out to a fancy restaurant or something. But then...I found the gift she’s giving me.”
Jake’s eyes widened immediately. “Oh, no. Was it awesome?”
“Let’s just say it made you and Amy’s dress-up game on your honeymoon look lame.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say it was lame. I technically got to have sex with Holly Gennaro and Amy at the same time so…” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, so you need help finding a gift?”
“Not just a gift, it has to be the gift. Y/N really went all out, and I don’t want her to think that this past year didn’t mean anything to me because of how little effort I put into this.”
“Okay, how about a skywriter spelling out ‘I love you, Y/N’ in the clouds? Ooh, or you could hire the kids choir I booked for the bet date to sing her favorite song! A flash mob?”
“You know she hates public attention...and I hate flash mobs.” A hint of disgust laced her tone as her nose scrunched up a bit. “What else you got?”
“Okay, um…” He snapped his fingers with a wide grin. “You’re both competitive, so why don’t you sign up for a paintball tournament? You’re guaranteed to win and you get to have a celebratory bone sesh after.”
Rosa’s eyebrows raised slightly--the only indicator on her features that the idea interested her--dropping a few seconds later. “Nah, we did that for our birthdays. Okay, this isn’t going to work. Be ready to leave in five minutes.”
“Wait, where are we going?” Jake asked as he watched her head for the door.
“To find inspiration at the mall,” she called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the hallway.
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“This is hopeless.” Rosa sighed as she plopped down on a bench outside of the store they’d just exited. “I’m just going to have to break up with her and transfer to another precinct so I don’t have to deal with the consequences of my shitty actions.”
“What?! Rosa, no!”
“Jake, we’ve been to all her favorite stores and haven’t found a single thing that’s good enough for her.”
“Okay, maybe we’ve been going about this all wrong.” Jake sat next to Rosa on the bench, slightly facing her. “You said that Y/N doesn’t like big and flashy things when it comes to gifts. So instead of shopping based on price tag, why don’t you get something that reminds her of how you got to a one year anniversary?”
“Huh.” Rosa found herself disappearing into her thoughts. Your laugh echoed through her head as she mentally scrolled through all the moments that helped her figure out she loved you well before she got the guts to say it. One particular moment popped in her mind just as her eyes landed on the sign of a certain store, causing her to smile a bit.
“I’ll be right back.”
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You unlocked the apartment door with a sigh, the exhausted expression you wore shifting immediately into a grin. There were lit candles and wine glasses on the dining room table, and a truly delightful scent floating in from the kitchen.
“Babe?”
“Hey,” Rosa responded as she entered the room.
“Hi.” You put your bag down by the door and approached her, pecking her lips gently as your arms wrapped around her head, clasping your fingers together at the base of her neck. “I thought you wanted to go out tonight?”
“I knew you’d be tired when you finally got away from your desk, so I thought I’d make dinner here.” She couldn’t help but smile back at you, happy to have you home and close. “I also have a confession.”
You found yourself frowning as she stepped out of your embrace. “What did you do?”
“Why do you think I did something?”
“Because the last time you had a confession, it was you telling me that you were the reason why our neighbor moved.”
“Well, this one isn’t neighbor related.” She pulled out a gift bag, taking note of the way your eyes lit up and stopping you before you could run out of the room. “You don’t have to go get your gift because my confession is that I already know what you got me.”
“What? Rosa…” You couldn’t help but pout a bit, disappointed that you weren’t there to see her initial reaction. “Well did you at least like it?”
“Are you kidding? I loved it...so much that I panicked.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I’ve never had this long and consistent and healthy of a relationship before, and so I’m really kind of figuring this out as I go along. I didn’t think our anniversary would be that big of a deal, at least until I came across the gift you got me.”
“I just wanted to get something that would make you as happy as you’ve made me these past twelve months,” you told her in a volume just above a whisper, slightly concerned you’d gone too big.
“And it does, but I was worried that if I didn’t get you something important too that you would think I didn’t love you as much as I do.”
“Baby.” A chuckle pushed through your smiling lips as you approached her again. “You don���t need to buy me something to tell me you love me. I hear it every day in the little things you do for me.”
“This one’s different. Open it.”
You took the bag from her and let your hand guide you, confused when you pulled out a Hawaiian print shirt. “Um, care to explain?”
She laughed a bit as she took hold of one of your hands, meeting your eyes again. Hers caught the light, revealing a slight glassy look from the tears she seemed to be holding back. It shocked you, this being the first time you’d seen this happen.
“You tried this shirt on the first time we went shopping together.”
“I remember now,” you told her with a grin, your own eyes beginning to water. “When I pulled it off the rack, you’d laughed harder than I’d ever heard. I thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world and I just wanted to hear more.”
She squeezed your hand a little tighter. “When you came out of the fitting room, all I could think about was how hilariously bad this shirt was. But I kept staring at you as you laughed at my jokes and suddenly all I could really think about was how you were the only person I’ve ever seen wear a shirt that ugly and still look so damn beautiful.”
“Wow, who knew you were such a softy, Diaz?” You teased, despite the fact that you were holding back tears.
“Shut up, you did this.” Her eyes rolled, but her lips kissed your knuckles a few times. “Anyway, that day was the first time I realized that I love you more than anyone else in this world. I was terrified to tell you, but I knew eventually I would, and that this would always be my favorite memory.”
Salty trails covered your cheeks before you could stop them as you smiled widely at the shirt in your hand. “Thank you for giving me something to remember this day always.” You pulled her into a warm hug, your whole body relaxing into her touch when you felt her lips place a kiss just below your ear.
“Happy anniversary.”
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amelialincoln · 3 years
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Prompt: Amelia calls home (either mom or sisters) on the Bluetooth in the car home except she has one of Mer’s kids with her who completely exposes Amelia
yes but its scout instead 
Past in Present 
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell anyone.” Amelia sighed, playing with her seatbelt uncomfortably. “It’s just that last time we told everyone immediately...and we lost it...and everyone was walking on eggshells around me for weeks. If that happens again I want to be able to grieve alone with you in private, not with the whole freaking hospital’s eyes on us.” She played with the tiny ultrasound scan in her lap absentmindedly. Link nodded, staring straight into the traffic in front of him. They barely brought it up and she could tell that the topic upset him by how hard he was clutching the steering wheel. “Hey.” She placed her hand on his rigid shoulder. “I’m not trying to be negative.”
“I know,” he whispered, glancing at her and giving her a small smile before pulling her thigh towards the driver’s seat and resting his hand atop of it. “You just know how bad I am at secrets.”
“Yeah, I mean you told Jo like an hour after I told you the first time,” she joked.
“Well, I was in a state of shock,” he chuckled.
“Auntie Jo?” Scout squealed from the backseat, apparently suddenly awake and full of energy. Amelia grinned, turning to face the giggling toddler in the back. She was sure that he’d gotten every last bit of her ADHD.
“Yes, bug, we’re talking about auntie Jo.” She reached to tickle the small boy’s feet and he erupted into happy screams in response.
“Inside voice, Scout,” his father winced.
“Sorry, Dadda,” Scout whispered almost comically, causing Amelia to stifle a laugh.
“Hey, your sister is calling.” Link motioned to the car’s audio display. Before Amelia could ask which one he added, “Liz,” and answered before she could tell him otherwise. “Hey, Liz, It’s Link. You're on speakerphone in the car.”
“Hi, Link,” Liz gushed, causing Amelia to roll her eyes. “Can you hear me, Amy?” 
“Yep,” she replied, forcing enthusiasm. “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to see how you were holding up out there. Also, you know me being the planner I am, I was wondering if you guys were planning on coming for Christmas? Just trying to get everything sorted.”
“That’s like six months away,” Amelia replied, giving Link an exasperated look.
“I know,” Liz laughed. “It’s just we’re deciding whether to stay in the city or book a getaway in Colorado for the whole family and it all depends if you guys are coming or not.”
“Well, I mean--”
“Sorry, Liz, we’re just going under the tunnel so you might cut out for a sec.” Link pressed the mute button on Amelia’s phone.
“Link, what’s up? I can tell her that we aren’t coming just--”
“No, I think going would be fun, it's just you shouldn’t be flying that late in your pregnancy,” he reminded her, rubbing reassuring circles on her thigh as he watched her confusion pass.
“Mommy’s preeganant!” Scout sang from behind them. Amelia would do anything to go back to the night that they told him to witness the look on his face for a second time. To say he was excited was an understatement.
“You’re right, big guy.” She laughed as Link gave the babbling toddler an awkward backwards high five. “It’s fine, babe. We’ll just say no and they’ll understand when we tell them the news another day.”
“Okay,” He sighed. “But if she gets mad, you’re taking the blame. She scares me.” Amelia rolled her eyes, unmuting the phone.
“Hey, Liz. Can you hear us now? Sorry, there was some traffic as we were going under.”
“Yep, all good,” Liz’s voice rang from the other end. “Back to Christmas then.”
“Yeah, it might be a little too much this year. I think Maggie and Winston are flying in from Chicago and Scout hasn’t seen them in awhile.”
“Oh, wow. You’ve really got it all planned out in advance then,” Liz teased, her tone was evident that she knew Amelia was making excuses, as always.
“My Mommy is having a baby!” Scout took the silence as the perfect time for his big announcement. 
“Scout,” Amelia hissed, as the couple turned around to stare at their son in horror. Link burst out laughing and Amelia swatted him angrily.
“Um, congratulations?” Liz’s voice came from the other end. “Nice to hear from you, Scout. Wanna clear anything up, Amelia?”
“Uh, eight weeks along but obviously there’s a chance I could miscarry so I don’t want to give a concrete no for Christmas yet.” She bit her fingernail nervously.
“That’s amazing! You actually have a good excuse this year then,” Liz laughed. “We were all worried you had decided to stop after Scout, with him being five. We just remember you going on as a kid about wanting four kids over and over.” Link grinned at that, squeezing his wife’s thigh excitedly. “Obviously Scout is perfect on his own but we just hoped we were going to get another niece or nephew,” Liz exclaimed happily. Amelia groaned, imagining how many family dinners that her and Link’s lack of babies had been the topic of conversation. “Have you gotten a scan? You know we’d all love to see pictures.”
“Yeah, I’ll send some over,” Amelia sighed, her enthusiasm wearing out. “Well, it was really nice to talk to you, Liz. Just try to keep the baby news on the down low until we’re sure that everything will work itself out.”
“Oh, Amelia, stop fretting. It’s unlike you. I already texted Mom and she’s over the moon.”
“Grandma!” Scout babbled happily, confused by the glare he was receiving from his mother.
“Yes, exactly, Scout. Amy, we all really need to see more of your little angel.” Amelia could her slightly condescending tone through the phone. 
“Alright, Liz. We’ve got to go.” Her finger hovered over the end call button as Liz said her goodbye before ending the call and bursting into tears.
“Mia, what?” Link pulled into their driveway and parked quickly before enveloping her in a hug.
“I’m hormonal and tired, it’s fine,” she mumbled, pushing him away limply.
“Momma, why are you sad?” Scout asked quietly. “Did I say something bad?”
“No, baby,” Amelia sighed, removing Scout from his carseat and picking him up into his arms to console him.
“Give him to me,” Link ordered. “We’ve talked about carrying heavy stuff. He’s too big now.” Amelia sighed, passing the wiggling boy into his fathers arms, not in the mood to argue.
                                                        [][][]
“Hey, I finally got him into bed, are you feeling better?” Link winced as Amelia threw up in response. “Pizza didn’t sit right?”
“Please don’t talk about pizza,” Amelia begged, laying down on the cool bathroom tile. “Just leave me to die.” Link chuckled, sitting down beside her and running his hand through her sweaty hair.
“Baby number two is causing a lot more grief than Scout, huh?”
“Link, this is baby number four,” Amelia sniffled, moving slightly to lay her head on his lap and letting a wave of dizziness pass over her. “Just because Christopher and Jake didn’t make it doesn’t mean...”
“I know, Mia. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry,” he sighed, trying to read her distant expression. “You want to get in the shower?”
“Maybe, I think that was the last of it,” she grimaced, allowing him to tug off her crewneck and sweats.
“I was talking to Jo and she said she started showing earlier with her second baby,” Link beamed as he stepped into the steamy shower behind her. The topic of Jo being able to get pregnant twice so easily in the time frame that him and Amelia had been trying for one usually set her off but instead his wife smiled softly.
“Yeah, I read that somewhere too. Maybe sometime this month then.”
“Are you upset about the conversation with Liz?” He asked, pouring shampoo on the crown of her head before doing the same to his.
“I just don’t like the idea of them gossiping about our lack of children. Scout is perfect on his own, he doesn’t need a sibling,” she replied, rubbing the shampoo angrily into her scalp.
“Okay, can you have a little bit of faith here though?” Link sighed, tugging her around to face him. “I’m not asking you to get your hopes up or throw a party, I just want a little reassurance that you’re actually happy about this.” Amelia softened.
“Of course I’m happy,” she brushed soapy water off of his forehead, absentmindedly. “We’ve wanted this for years.”
“Okay...do we still want it? Cause I’m confused here, Amelia.” He glanced down at her hands resting on her midsection.
“Link, I want this baby so bad it’s literally tearing me apart and I don’t know if I can handle going through what we went through again. I honestly...” she trailed off not knowing how to find the right words.
“I’m here, Mia. I’m always going to be here,” he assured her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a kiss on her wet forehead. “No matter what, we’re going to have each other.”
“I know,” she smiled softly, letting out a long exhale. “It’s just been hard, these past couple of years, watching everyone around us give birth to beautiful, healthy babies. Maggie, Jo, Maya...and everyone keeps asking us if we’re planning on having more and I have to keep saying not right now as if we haven’t been trying for years.”
“Carina said the heartbeat was strong,” Link reminded her with a sense of pride that was usually only associated with Scout.
“I know,” she replied, tiredly. “That’s good.” Link nodded, leaning back under the stream of water to rid his hair of suds.
“Alright, let’s get you out of here. It’s boiling and you look like you’re about to pass out,” he teased.
“I honestly might,” she yawned in response, allowing him to wrap her up in one of their fluffy, white towels and carry her to bed.
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brooklyn-nine-nine · 3 years
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Sick
Summary: Jake is alone with a sick Mac for the first time and has to rely on the help with his friends.
Pairing: Peraltiago; Dad!Jake
Rating: PG
Content Warning: illness, first-time parent panic, stress, anxiety,
Word Count: 2,888 k
Note: I am not a parent, so I have no clue if this is how first time parents act when their baby is sick for the first time.
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"Are you sure you're good? I can cancel..." Amy said worried, as Jake was carrying their son, "Ames, we're fine, Holt agreed to give me the week off. And if I need any help, I have your number memorized. I have the hospital's number memorized, I have David's number memorized, I have Tony's number memorized... I have a lot of numbers memorized, and if I absolutely need to, I can look at what to do in the 'What To Do To Care For Baby When Mom Isn't Here' Binder. You can trust me, to watch our son. Nothing bad is going to happen, we're gonna eat food, watch Die Hard and play video games and consult the baby's development handbook to get Mac to his milestones." Jake said, "You go do Detective Sergeant things with Rosa.
"Okay, you're right, but no Die Hard around Mac, movie is inappropriate for babies. Record any firsts if they happen like words, or steps, I don't want to miss a single thing!" She poked Jake in the chest, "Yes, babe..." Jake smiled at his neurotic wife. She looked at Mac and cooed at him one last time. "Bye baby boy, Mommy loves you so much!" She peppered his face with kisses and getting awarded with his giggles and happy squeals as he hugged her face. "Aw... now go, Rosa's waiting." Jake said before kissing her. "Okay bye!"
Jake was finally alone with Mac and turned him around, "Hey little man! How are you doing?" He said to him, Mac didn't respond with words but with a squeal, a couple of kicks, and arm flaps as he carried him to the couch. "Let's watch some cartoons, Mac-Mac!" Jake said to him as he laid down with Mac on his chest, it was time for his nap anyways, but Jake didn't want to put him in the nursery, it'd been a while since he actually had some bonding time with his kid. Jake flipped through the channels and stopped when he recognized Scooby-Doo on the screen. "This was daddy's favorite cartoon growing up, Mac." He murmured softly, placing a protective hand on his son's back as the cartoon classic played.
It was about an hour later when Jake's eyes opened up, he'd accidentally fallen asleep. his hand still on Mac's back as Mac was getting fussy. "What's the matter, baby? Hmm?" He asked, slightly forgetting that babies can't talk. He sat up, "Need a diaper change?" He asked as he headed toward the nursery. Mac was getting more fussy, "Shh, it's okay... Daddy's got you..." Jake murmured, and began to change his diaper, he was met with the smell of baby poop. "Oh! That's an atomic bomb!" He gagged as he battled through, doing his job as a parent and changed his diaper, and grabbed a fresh and clean onesie, "Aw, this says, Daddy's better than Mommy!" Jake joked as he dressed Mac in the "Mommy's number one fan" short sleeved Onesie.
Mac's fussiness slowed down for a few moments as Jake carried him close to his chest. "It's okay baby... Daddy's here." He reminded his defenseless child. He kissed Mac's temple, "Hmm, you're feeling a little warm aren't you?" He commented slowly. "I guess it is a little stuffy in the house." Mac cooed softly and laid his head down on Jake's shoulder. "Let's turn the air on, yeah?"
Jake walked to the thermostat and turned on the A/C. "There we go..." He made a mental note to do another temperature check in about thirty minutes or so. Jake headed back to the living room, and got back on the couch, and flipped through the channels looking for something else to watch when his phone started ringing. "Ope, let's see, who's calling Daddy? Don't be work, don't be work... and it's... work, great." He sighed out, before he answered it on speaker, "Hello?"
"Hey Jakey! What's up?" It was Scully, "Scully? Why are you calling me?" Jake asked confused. "Oh Hitchcock and I have a bet going on on the real reason why you're not here like you usually are." Jake sighed out. "I'm not at work because I need to take care of Mac while Amy's on a case, we're in between babysitters right now, and she's convinced that Mac's Daycare isn't what it seems so we're also in between Daycare businesses too." Jake wasn't in the mood to deal with Hitchcock and Scully, but he will because he's a nice person. "Dammit!" Hitchcock snapped, causing Mac to jump before crying, "Nice one, Hitchcock, you scared my son, Nice." He hung up and immediately began to comfort Mac. "Hm, you're even warmer..." He said concerned. "Okay let's go check your temperature..." He said before grabbing Amy's Binder and headed back into the nursery. "Let's see where Mommy put the thermometer." He said before temporarily placing Mac in his crib, where Mac cried louder. It wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be held.
"I know buddy, but Daddy needs both hands! I'll be quick." He said quickly flipping through Amy's binder trying to find the information on the location of the thermometer. "Okay, I found the section! Listen to this," Jake said out loud to Mac, trying to let him know that he wasn't going anywhere. "'In the event if the baby is getting sick and/or running a temperature, check the medicine cabinet under the bathroom sick, find a container labelled, 'Mac' in there you will find the following: Thermometer, Children's Tylenol, Children's cough medicine, Gauze, Band-aids, Suction bulb, emergency pacifiers and finally, a CPR Guide for babies.' Okay, I will be right back." Jake said before running out of the nursery and rushing into the bathroom.
He was quickly looking for the container with Mac's name on it. "Where are you? C'mon, I can't leave him alone... there's nothing! Did Amy forget to make the kit? Maybe it's in ours." He said to himself as he rushed to their shared bathroom, he was unable to find the kit. "Shit! Amy, of all things to forget to make, this had to be the one." Jake muttered. Mac was screaming at this point. "Maybe it's in the kitchen?" He was panicking and rushed into the kitchen, and unintentionally tripped over his own feet, crashing to the ground. "Oh!" He groaned out, "I'm a cop who runs after perps, and I trip over nothing?" He chastised himself as he quickly army crawled to the cabinet under the kitchen sink, "First Aid kit! Ha!" he quickly opened it and realized that it'd be useless for Mac.
He ran to his phone and called Sharon Jeffords, if there was anyone who knew how to take a temperature from a baby. "Hello? Hey, Sharon, this is Jake, I need help..." He said as he rushed back inside the nursery. "Oh hey, Jake, what do you need?" She asked. "I can't find the thermometer for Mac and I think he's running a temperature and I honestly have no idea what to do here!" He said as he put the phone on speaker and picked up Mac and attempted to comfort him. Sharon hummed out in response, "Okay, do you have a normal thermometer that you or Amy would use?" She asked. "Uh, yeah, I remember seeing it in our bathroom..." Jake said, unable to hide the stress he felt. "Okay first, I can hear Mac crying and your stress, take a second to breathe, your anxiety is making him anxious." She instructed. "Okay... Okay." Jake exhaled as he cradled Mac. "Okay good get that thermometer, and put it in his armpit until it's done."
"Thank you so much..." Jake said, "Call me if you need anything else, God-husband." Sharon said with a chuckle. "I will, god-wife. Thanks."
Jake hung up before immediately getting to work. He ran into his bathroom and immediately grabbed the thermometer he and Amy used a couple times in the past when one or both had gotten sick. "Okay turn it on..." He murmured as Mac continued to cry. Jake started singing a song to help distract his son as he did what Sharon said, gently." He was waiting for the beeping. Mac was calming down some as Jake sang MC Hammer's Addams Groove. "There it is..." He said before checking the numbers. "100 degrees... you are running a fever..." Jake frowned, before looking in the cabinet again, looking to find Mac some medicine. "Looks like we're going to the store." Jake said before cradling Mac and pushed his feet into his sneakers, and grabbed his wallet and house keys. "It looks like we're walking to the store..." He murmured as he walked out of the house with Mac in his arms. He was wearing his grey NYPD gym shirt and a pair of black NYPD sweatpants. His attire is unimportant, his baby is.
He set a speed-walking pace as he headed down the street. He knew he should have brought the stroller, but Mac would have screamed his head off the entire time, and it was illegal to drive with a baby in your arms. Luckily, they didn't live that far away from it. "Look at that, there's a store, see, Mac-Mac? We're one step closer to getting you some medicine." He said softly. He could feel Mac getting hotter, "Actually... you know what... why don't we go to the doctor? Yeah?" He was getting worried by the second. He hailed a taxi in classic New York fashion, they pulled over, "I need to get to the hospital, my baby's really sick!" Jake said to the cab driver. "Gotcha. I'll get you there." He said as Jake rocked his son, trying to be of comfort. "I know I'm not mommy, but I'm here bud, Daddy's here, he's not going anywhere." He cooed softly to Mac, before singing the Addams Groove again, trying to soothe him.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital, and Jake pulled out his wallet and pulled out a hundred, "Keep the change!" He said before rushing inside. "Hi, my name is Jake Peralta, and I need a doctor for my son, he's got a high fever, and I'm really worried about him. Please you gotta help him feel better." He said to the receptionist. "Name?" She asked looking at him, "Mac Peralta." He said. She and Jake went through the check in questionnaire before he was told to take a seat in the waiting room. His son was sleeping against him as Jake waited patiently for Mac to be called. It was about an hour and a half before his phone started ringing. "Hello?" He sighed out. "Hey, how's everything?" It was Amy, he straightened up. "Oh uh... good, everything's good, except we're in the E.R. right now..." Amy exclaimed, "What?! What happened?! Jake!" Jake sighed out, "He's running a fever, and I couldn't find the thermometer or the first aid kit for Mac only ours, and Sharon said to check his temperature and I did, and it's 100, last I checked, so I decided to head down to the store with him for some medicine but he got hotter and I... panicked, hailed a cab and rode to the hospital... we're sitting in the E.R. right now, waiting to be seen. I'm sorry, I know you trusted me to watch him..." Jake said softly. "You're doing everything right, you're doing a good job." She said, "I am?"
"Yes, I was calling to let you know that I accidentally took Mac's first aid kit... I'm sorry you're handling this alone... I can come back home and help." She said. "No, no, I got Mac, you need to focus on catching the perp, if I need anything I can go to Sharon. She was very helpful." Jake said with a small sigh. "Mac Peralta?" He looked over to see a nurse. "I'll call you back when I get home, Mac was just called. Bye baby, I love you... please, trust me with this task, don't stress, he's in good hands." He said before hanging up. "Sorry for the wait, we needed a bed to open up..." The nurse said, "It's fine, really." He said as she led them down to the pediatric wing of the E.R. "So we have a kid with a fever?" She asked, "Let me guess, first kid?"
Jake lightly laughed, "Yeah, that obvious?" She smiled, "I can't tell you how many first time parents come to the hospital for small things. But it shows they care about their bundle of joy. May I?" She asked as she carefully took Mac and began to do a checkup. "Okay, he is a bit warm... not to worry... hey baby..." She cooed gently and checked his temperature. "Ooh, 101.2... has he been coughing, sneezing, hoarse?" She asked. "Well, he had the occasional cough and sneeze before my wife left, but we dismissed it to it being in the middle of Spring and there's pollination. But he was okay then I noticed that he was somewhat warm. Then he got hotter... and I panicked and came here." She nodded before listening to his lungs. "Okay...
"Sounds like it's a cold, he just needs a shot of acetaminophen, it's a fever reducer, and a shot of cold machine every few hours. I'll administer the first dose now and give you the rest so you can help him from home. I'll mark down how much to give him and how frequent." She said as she took the medicine that was on hand and gave it to Mac. "Isn't that yummy? Cherry flavor!" She cooed softly. She said, before putting the medicine in a little bag, "That's it?" Jake asked softly?" She nodded, "That's it! If he doesn't appear to getting better just come back or go to your pediatrician and go from there." She said before placing a hand on Jake's shoulder, "You're a good dad for freaking out like this... it means you care... good luck, Mr. Peralta." She said as Jake picked up his baby and followed her out to the front, "Thank you." He said as he decided to call Sharon, "Hey, Jake, how's Mac doing?" She asked, "Good, he's good, I sort of panicked and went to the E.R downtown at St. Mary's. Do you think Terry could give me a ride back? I've already wasted about seventy dollars on a taxi and I don't exactly have enough on me to cover another..." He asked. "Of course, Terry can come get you two." She said, "Thank you." They talked for a while before Sharon had to go.
Jake sat in the front of the hospital waiting to see Terry's Minivan pull up. It wasn't much longer until he saw the familiar red minivan pulling up. "Hey, Peralta!" He called out, as Jake looked up from his child and headed to the car. "Hey!" He carefully got into the front seat, "I know we're breaking rules but it's getting dark... I didn't want to risk getting jumped..." He said softly. "Fatherhood does that to you..." Terry said before pulling off, "I'll drive slow for you. Just hide him so the other cops can't see him and get us in trouble." He said as Jake buckled himself in. "If Amy asks, you brought Ava's old car seat."
Terry laughed as they had a conversation about work, "So Boyle stunk up the entire floor with Sudanese leftovers... glad I wasn't there." Jake laughed. "Yeah, it was horrible." Terry winced, "Well, there's your place... call if you need anything else, Jake, don't hesitate to ask." Jake nodded before getting out, "Thank you so much, Ter, really, I appreciate the help." He said softly before they exchanged their farewells and he headed back inside. "Let's get some food in us both yeah?" He asked looking at Mac.
Jake fed and burped the baby before laying him down in the crib and turned on the baby monitor. He headed into the kitchen and decided to make a simple sandwich before a sneeze hit him. "Oh no..." He mumbled. Before shrugging it off, it was just a simple sneeze...
After he ate, he laid down on the couch and fell asleep from the excitement of today. Mac had slept through the night just as Jake did. He woke up to someone shaking him. He shot away, "Jake, wake up..." It was Amy. He looked at her, "What are you doing home?" He asked, before coughing. "You didn't call me back and I got worried and switched with Charles." Jake was suddenly awake, "Oh shit, Mac!" He tried getting up before Amy stopped him. "He's fine, he's sleeping." Jake hadn't realized how sweaty he was. "Oh... that's good..." He mumbled. "You're running a fever..." she murmured touching his forehead, "I think you and Mac got each other sick." She mused, "Why don't you crawl into bed? I'll bring you some medicine..." She said. "Sounds good..." He said before sneezing again. "We must've caught it at the party."
"Yeah, you must've." She said before helping him get into the bed.
Jake yawned, before he snuggled into the covers, falling back asleep. Amy sighed out lightly, poor Jake, she thought, he was doing the best he could. It just made her love him more.
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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years
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“Put me down”
“I’m not putting you down”
“Put me down”
“You’re enjoying it I know you are”
(hookay, listen. I took this into a whooooole other direction than the original probably intended, but dang if the idea wasn't so cute I had to do it)
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"Down."
"No."
"Dowwwwwn!"
Mac whines in Jake's arms, twisting and turning while he struggles to hold him. It's a sound Amy knows all too well - both from their toddler in his threenager woes, and from his dad when he's just as frustrated.
She's not going to tell him that, though.
So she only grins as Mac continues to wave his arms around, the low-pitched whine turning into an outright little wail, just this short of protest-crying.
"Wan' downnnn!"
"No, I'm not putting you down."
"Whyyy~" Mac wails again, and if that isn't one of his favourite new words to drive them insane with.
"Because we're in a big, new place with lots of people around. Because the last two times you ran off and got lost, and I don't want to lose you here again." Jake explains, and Amy's grin turns into a much softer smile. He's been talking to Mac as if they were equal conversation partners ever since Mac was doing nothing more but blowing spit bubbles and giggling at his dad, but now their little boy is actually old enough to understand at least some of it.
And old enough to protest, it seems.
"Down, pleeeeease~"
Jake sighs before shooting the still smiling Amy a glaring look.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you."
"It's just nice seeing you be an adult." She swipes a few stray hairs from his temple while Mac fruitlessly punches against Jake's shoulder, pressing his face into it after. "And a dad."
He's been so good at that - at actual parenting, even when his childishness still takes over sometimes, letting Mac go with much more than she'd allow, but it's worth it to see both of her boys' excited smiling faces sometimes. And she can't deny how much it makes her heart jump, watching the two of them run around the apartment in a light saber battle that has almost cost them three vases, but then seeing Jake jump in and grab Mac's paper roll saber before he can actually hurt someone with it.
"Daddeeeh." Mac wails again, and Jake sighs. "Dowwwn."
He pushes his face into Jake's shoulder again with another whine. With any luck, he'll fall asleep soon enough, worn out from an exciting day at the market festival they've been at for far too long for all of them now. Maya is already peacefully asleep in her big baby stroller that Mac has grown out of - they'd brought his new buggy, too, only to discover the fabric ripped and one metal bar bent when Jake had finally wrangled it out of the boot of the car.
Hence, the carrying. And wailing.
"I miss the times when he was just happy hanging around in his baby carrier." Jake mumbles while Mac's whine turns into a low, continuous hum.
"You'll have Maya in there soon enough." Amy soothes, and smiles at Jake's excited glowing face staring into the stroller, where their new little bundle is snoring. "And Mac will be a big boy then and walk with us at a proper pace and all."
"Well, that's a nice pipe dream." Jake says with a side-swept look at her while Mac has obviously heard the word 'walk' and is leaning up again, his arms outstretched and leaning back so far Jake has to grab his back with his other arm to keep him from toppling over.
"Wanna waaaalk!"
"Okay, but are you gonna walk, with us, or are you gonna run off again as soon as I put you down?" Jake asks with such a stern look on his face, it makes Amy giggle.
Even in these frustrating little moments, she can't help but admire how much Jake has grown. As she watches him trying to debate with their little bundle of chaos, she always thinks back to the worries he's voiced when she was pregnant - that he wouldn't be a good dad, because being a proper dad was such a big responsibility he'd never really known, and how he didn't feel up to it at all, considering he was still half a kid himself.
And now here he was, a whining toddler on his hip, the firmest grip on his little struggling legs while trying to reason with him like a seasoned pro. He's grown into exactly the kind of playful, loving dad she always dreamed of - the kind of dad she knew he would be from the moment he whispered about a positive pregnancy test being 'kinda cool'.
Mac still seems to be contemplating his dad's point of walking vs. running, a pouty lip and creased eyebrows on his face while his tiny, caramel apple sticky fingers fumble with Jake's shirt collar. But then that trademark Peralta-smile spreads across his face as he throws his arms up again and leans back to shout.
"RUN!"
Amy laughs as Jake grabs his back again.
"Well, at least he's still being honest with us."
"Alright. Tag, you're it." is Jake's only reply, and suddenly Mac's in her arms instead of his, while he grabs the handlebar of Maya's stroller instead.
"Hey, no fair!" She complains even while pulling Mac up on her hip in almost a reflex move.
"All's fair in love and war." Jake quotes, and she's suitably impressed. "And having kids is definitely both."
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amyscascadingtabs · 3 years
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the way you keep the world at bay for me
post-the set up, a.k.a jake taking care of hungover amy, hungover amy taking care of sad jake, and mac caring mostly about himself because he’s a baby 😌
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Jake doesn't get a lot of sleep that night, and for once, it's not even Mac’s fault. It's not even due to the pizza parlor simulator game either, although he does play a couple of rounds when Amy's finally snoring next to him after ranting to herself about the babysitter’s club for a solid ten minutes, but not even that can fully distract him from the dull sense of doom that's made itself at home deep in his chest. 
This is bad. Holt wants to see him tomorrow, and Jake knows there will be consequences. There has to be. There should be. He made a mistake, and he's going to get punished for it, and there is nothing he can do but accept his defeat. He already knows what he has to do; the nerve-wracking thing is the fact that it's still hours away, and his brain is spinning too fast for sleep.
He really wishes he could talk to Amy. She's sleeping on her stomach with her mouth open, arms straight out to the sides like she’s trying to push him out of bed, but he still can’t be mad at her. He hasn’t seen her this drunk since before she got pregnant, and he’s seriously worried about the hangover she’ll be sporting tomorrow, but he also knows she did it for him. Because they’re a team. Because she trusts him, sometimes even when it turns out he was wrong.
He wrongfully arrested someone. The sentence keeps repeating in his head, appears pasted in bold font on the inside of his eyelids if he tries to go to sleep, and displayed in luminescent letters on the ceiling of his bedroom when he gives up and opens his eyes again. He should have known better, has learned his lesson time and time again since his early days of constantly glorifying his job and letting his impulsivity get the best of him, and he still made a mistake.
  /
He just wants someone to tell him it doesn’t make him a bad person. If only Amy wasn’t so drunk he’s scared to wake her up right now, Charles wasn’t so devotedly biased in all questions involving Jake’s role as a detective, and Mac wasn’t, well… so completely unable to grasp any of the concepts involved in the question.
Amy lets out another mighty drunken snore, and Jake hopes she will consider it a testament to his love for her that he doesn’t voice record it. He turns his head instead and picks up his phone to go back to the pizza game. Maybe just a few more virtual customers will be able to lure him to sleep.
 ~
 He must have fallen asleep eventually, because when Mac does start babbling to himself over the monitor, the morning sun is shining through the windows, and Amy’s stopped snoring. She’s only moaning uncomfortably to herself now, and Jake’s guessing from her strained grimace that the headache has kicked in hard.
“I’ll get you coffee and aspirin as soon as I’ve checked on Mac,” he whispers to her with a kiss to her neck, and he thinks he sees the hint of a smile as she reaches out for him in what’s probably an attempt of a pat on the back, but ends up more of an unintentional slap to his butt. Or maybe she’s still drunk, and it is intentional. It’s hard to tell.
  /
Mac may have no clue about what’s currently going on with Jake, but at least it’s impossible not to smile when he hauls himself up and rocks back and forth on unsteady feet in excitement over the fact that someone’s coming to get him. He greets Jake with that wide grin that shows off all of his four teeth – two up and two down, and they’ve kept everyone up at night for weeks, but they’re so pearly white and cute so maybe it was worth it – and a laugh that’s been Jake’s favorite sound on Earth since the first time he heard it.
“Good morning, bud,” Jake tells his son as he lifts him up in his arms. “What do you say we get you a bottle and mama some coffee? Hmm?”
“Bah,” Mac repeats. Jake decides to give him the benefit of the doubt and say it means he agrees on the bottle.
“Bottle, exactly. You're so smart,” he says, booping his little nose and smiling as it makes Mac giggle. “Let's try another one. Dada.”
There's a tense moment of them both just staring at each other, and then finally, his son goes,
“Bah.”
“One day,” Jake says with a sigh as he carries Mac out of the nursery. “As long as you say me first, okay? We’ll get there. We’ll practice.”
  /
He puts Mac in the high chair while he tries his best to work the coffee machine and the bottle warmer at the same time. It's trickier than to be expected on almost no sleep, but at least he manages to pour the breast milk from the freezer bag into the bottle and not into his coffee this time. He's only made that mistake once (fine, maybe twice, and he kind of liked how sweet it tasted but he's never gonna tell anyone), but he suspects Amy's never gonna let him live it down. He gets Aspirin from the medicine cabinet while he waits, and puts a couple of slices of toast in the toaster. His own day feels already pretty much beyond saving, but at least maybe he can improve Amy's.
  /
Though, when she stumbles out of the bedroom, still in her pajamas with her huge glasses and hair on end and looking like she's either seconds from being sick or going straight back to sleep, he worries whether she might just be beyond saving, too.
“How are you feeling?” He asks as she gives him one drained look before walking up to the couch and face-planting on it with another pained groan.
“I think I might be dead.”
“That's called a hangover, babe. I think you used to be familiar with the concept once upon a time, but I guess it's been a while.” Jake grins at Mac, who only reaches his chubby hands out for the bottle out in response. “Toast?”
“Do I have to?”
“It's going to help.”
“Fine.” Amy pushes her head off the pillow to look at Mac. “He's not drinking the milk I pumped yesterday, right?”
“I poured that out for you. I know they say moderate amounts of alcohol are fine, but, well, you were speaking British.”
“Good call,” Amy mumbles as he puts the coffee, aspirin, and toast down in front of her. “See, this is why I married you.”
Jake just hums, but he does smile to himself as he goes to grab his own cup of coffee.
  /
“I wish I could call in sick to work today,” Amy says between bites of toast, and Jake looks up from where he’s absentmindedly brushing crumbs off the countertop while finishing his own. “My head feels like it’s going to explode.”
“I mean, you did very much go through contractions while managing an entire precinct during a blackout once. You could think about that?”
“No, this is worse than giving birth,” she states confidently, and Jake has to try very hard not to laugh. “Don’t tell my past self I said that. Or my future self if I ever give birth again.”
“Yeah.” He grimaces. “I’m pretty terrified to go, too.”
“Why?”
“Because yesterday? All of it?”
“Ohh.” Amy sighs. “Right. Maybe we should both just stay home.”
  /
Jake’s about to tell her how much he wishes that was an option when Mac drops the finished bottle against the tray, immediately starting to twist in his seat. Jake unclasps the belt and lifts him out before he manages to rock the chair – that kid’s shockingly strong – and Mac immediately crawls away towards the walker. He doesn’t use it to move yet, but he’s been pulling himself up with it for over a month, and the anticipation is high every time he lets go with one hand only to sit back down on his booty the next second. Sometimes Jake could swear his son does it for attention. At least Mac doesn’t seem to have inherited his impulsivity, Jake thinks, and then he’s back to beating himself up in his head.
  / 
“I just don’t know why I did it,” he mutters as he sits down on the floor next to Amy’s head on the couch. She nods slowly, and Jake takes it as a sign she might actually be able to listen to him now. “I should know better, right? These are, like... the kind of mistakes I used to make. I thought I’d gotten better at this kind of stuff. Smarter. Less impulsive. Less of a bad cop. But instead I arrested and tailed an innocent man, all because I thought I had a gut feeling and thought I was being set up.” He shakes his head. “I guess that FBI jerk was right about gut feelings.”
“You’re a great detective,” Amy says without missing a beat. “A lot of the time, your gut feeling is right.”
“That doesn’t excuse it. I still shouldn’t have done it.”
“No.” Amy sighs. “You shouldn’t have.”
“It sucked.”
“Yeah. It did. But there’s nothing you can do to change it now.”
“Do you think I’m a bad person for it?” The question comes flying out of him, and Amy frowns.
“Why would I think that?”
“Because it was a shit move! And because I’m definitely gonna get suspended for it, and that’s going to lose us money. And then we’re not going to be able to save as much for Mac, or pay for his baby music class or baby gymnastics. And then he’s going to end up broke and untalented and it’ll all be my fault, and then you’ll be ashamed of me and leave me and I’ll die sad and alone in a ditch.”
“And you don’t think you’re spiraling just slightly right now?” Amy asks. The smile on her lips is one of amusement, and it humbles him, bringing him out of his cycle of self-pity.
“I don’t know. I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night.”
“I don’t think you’re a bad person,” she says, and that does make him feel a bit better. “I think you made a really stupid mistake. There's no getting away from that. I’m not happy about it. But… I know you'll take responsibility for it. That’s already a whole lot further than a lot of people care to go.”
  /
Her fingers brush through her hair, calming him as she speaks. The hangover has made her voice a little scratchy, Jake notices when she's this close. It reminds him of mornings after long evenings out before they were parents, a time that always feels far longer ago than it was. Sometimes he thinks everything before Mac might as well be another lifetime.
  /
“And we'll work it out if you do get suspended,” Amy continues, talking over the obnoxious melody playing from a toy Mac has found. “It's not great, of course. But we can save lots of money on daycare if you stay home with Mac. That helps.”
“Like a paternity leave,” Jake says. He does like that thought.
“Oh yeah.” Amy laughs. “You’ll be just like one of those hip Scandinavian dads who get to stay home with their kids because they live in countries where they don’t hate people for having kids. And you two can go to all of the cool classes and playdates together. You’d be the sexiest dad at baby swim class for sure.”
“Wouldn’t I also be one of the only ones?”
“Good point. Make sure to mention your wife a lot. But hey, Mac’s going to love it.”
 /
As if wanting to confirm Amy’s point, Mac crawls over to Jake and tries to climb up on his knees to sit in his lap. He does this sometimes when he’s playing on his own; retreats to their arms for a hug or a quick cuddle, only to try and wriggle out of their grip and go back to whatever it is he’s doing in the next moment. Jake thinks it might be one of their son’s sweetest qualities. Mac rests his head against Jake’s chest, almost hugging him like that, and he wonders, not for the first time, how a person that’s not even one year of age can make every other issue in the world seem so insignificant. Even if it's just for a moment, it's a pretty damn good moment.
 / 
Fueled by the most powerful motivation of all – their son’s love and attention – Amy sits down on the floor too, patting her knees.
“You want to come to mama, Mac?”
Mac squirms for a moment in Jake's arms, and Jake lets go of him. Using the couch as support, for a second it looks like he’s almost about to take a step toward her. Both parents gasp in anticipation, and it must confuse him, because he reacts by giving Amy a shocked look and sitting right back down on his butt. Jake laughs as their son crawls away again, heading for the soft building blocks outside the playpen.
“He's such a tease.”
“He gets that from you,” Amy says, and Jake huffs in mock-offense. “Are you sure we shouldn't just stay home from work?”
  /
Jake thinks of his upcoming meeting with Holt. He's been fearing it for so many hours now, and he's starting to wonder if the anxious anticipation might just not be worse than the meeting itself. He already knows what he has to do; the only thing left is to rip off the band-aid.
“I don't think it will make anything better if we don't.”
“Yeah.” Amy sighs, closing her eyes and leaning on his shoulder. “I love you.”
“Love you too. And you should probably shower and put on makeup unless you want everyone to know exactly how hungover you are.”
“I know you're right, and I hate it.”
Jake grins and strokes her hair before getting up from the floor. “I’ll go get Mac ready for the day.”
  /
“Jake?” Amy calls out before he can leave for the nursery with Mac in his arms, and he turns around. Her voice is still a little hoarse.
“Yeah?”
“It's going to be okay, babe. We’ll figure it out.”
 / 
Jake brushes his fingers through Mac’s already unruly curls. He thinks of playground dates, the storytime for toddlers their library holds every Wednesday, and how much time he’ll have to make sure Mac says his name first now. Then he thinks of the bigger image; of daring to set a good example for this child, even when it's hard. If he wants the world to be a better place for his son, he's going to have to start by taking responsibility for his own actions.
“Yeah. I know.”
  /
For the first time that day, he dares to believe it.
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elsaclack · 4 years
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more than you know
There’s a chink in the old stained glass window in the building across the street.
Jake’s made a habit of staring at it whenever he’s perched in the windowsill in their living room - a perch he’s found himself visiting more and more often over the last few weeks, a perch he only discovered a mere eight months ago after living in this apartment for more than 2 years.  There’s nothing particularly special about it - nothing particularly comfortable, either, if he’s being honest - but he’s had this image in his head for more years than he’d care to confess, of his wife, untamed hair up in a half-hearted way that screams more utility than style, nose buried in a book, framed in a window seat against a sky speckled with brilliant hues of blue and orange and pink.
(Since she was nothing more than a colleague, he’s had this mental image, born after a very long night that ended with him driving the two of them back to the precinct from a scene across town; she’d pulled a book from her work bag in his back seat and read the whole way back, the atmosphere soft and comfortable despite the silence, and when he’d glanced at her from the driver’s seat her silhouette was set against the just-peaking rays of the morning sunrise.)
He’s had this image, but her apartment let him down, because she doesn’t have a window seat full of overstuffed pillows and luxurious throw blankets like he’d imagined; she has a thin wooden windowsill, off-white paint chipped on one corner after a day of shifting furniture, and it’s hardly wide enough to even count as a perch because he’s found that if he stays there any longer than five minutes his butt starts to go numb.
There’s a chink in the old stained glass window in the building across the street, and Jake can see it all the way from here if he tilts his head and squints his eyes and the lighting outside is just right.  It looks to be roughly the same size and shape as a credit card from here, though he’s certain that if he were to get up close and personal with it, it would probably be closer in size to his hand; he’s been studying it closely for quite some time, from his perch on the windowsill.
He settles there in the early evening one Sunday, body turned at just the right angle, left foot planted on the floor to keep his balance.  The window is warm where it’s pressed against his right arm, but he can hardly feel it; his attention remains, as it has unfailingly for the last several weeks, on the squirming bundle in his arms.
(Who knew either he or Amy was genetically capable of producing such a chonk of a baby?)
“What’s it gonna be tonight, little man?” he asks softly of his son.  Mac ignores him, a disquieted grunt escaping his throat as he works to escape his swaddle.  “Have I told you about the three mouseketeers escaping the evil Lord Fluffytail?  Oh, it was a crazy night, three little mice went tip, tip, tip” he punctuates each word with a gentle tap over Mac’s arm “through Lord Fluffytail’s castle to find the golden cheese, and right as they found it, they were caught! Lord Fluffytail tried to catch them, he chased them all over the castle up to the attic, and right before he finally caught them, they escaped!  They broke the window and escaped down the gutter, and look!  You can still see the spot where they escaped!” 
He twists and angles his arm and points to the window across the street, but Mac appears utterly uninterested; his disgruntled grunts are increasing in frequency and volume, and Jake sighs, letting his shoulders slump slightly as he turns back to his original position.  “Not feelin’ storytime tonight, huh, buddy?  That’s okay.  What do you wanna talk about?”
Mac grunts again - this one dangerously close to an actual cry.
“Okay, okay, sh,” Jake gently pats Mac’s back, ignoring the chubby feet pressing hard against his arm through the blanket.  “What do you wanna talk about, bud?  Wanna talk about how bad the Mavs are?  Wanna talk about mashed peas?  Wanna talk about mommy?”
It could be coincidence - it could be happenstance - but the creases between Mac’s brows seem to smooth out by a fraction the moment Jake says “mommy.”
“Okay, yeah, we can talk about mommy,” Jake says, shifting his position so that his back is pressed against the window behind him.  “She’s the prettiest mommy in the whole world, huh?  The prettiest and the smartest, and she loves you so much Mac-man.”
Mac grunts again, brow furrowed, the tip of his tongue only just visible between his lips.  Jake smiles, adjusting his grip around Mac, the beginnings of a new story forming in his mind.
“Once upon a time, there was a very bad lady who wanted to do very bad things.  She cheated and she lied and she stole - but worst of all, she made other people get in trouble for all the bad things that she did.  Daddy and Tia Rosa decided that they were going to stop the bad lady, only the bad lady knew what daddy and Tia Rosa were going to do, and she got them in trouble for more bad things that she did!  Daddy and Tia Rosa were sad, because they didn’t do anything wrong but they still had to go to ja- time-out.”  He clears his throat, and Mac continues squirming.  “Mommy worked so hard, she figured out how to show people that daddy and Tia Rosa didn’t do anything wrong, and that the bad lady was the one who was wrong - Mommy rescued daddy from time-out, because mommy loves daddy.  And then, mommy and daddy had you, and they lived happily ever after.”
“I don’t remember reading that one in the modern fairy tale anthology,” says a soft voice from the doorway.
Grinning, Jake glances up to find Amy leaning against the doorway to the hall, her house robe tied haphazardly around her waist.  It’s clear she’s only been awake from her afternoon nap for a matter of minutes; slowly, rubbing sleep out of one eye, she shuffles toward them.  “It’s in the updated edition,” Jake murmurs, returning his attention to Mac.  “I’ll have to let you borrow my copy.”
Amy hums as she draws up beside him, offering him a warm-but-distracted smile when he glances up at her.  She slides one hand down his back and back up again, nails scratching gently over his shirt, before finding purchase on his shoulder.  “Why do you sit here?” she asks after a moment of comfortable quiet.  “There’s a couch, like, five feet away.”
“I know,” he shrugs, “I just like the window seat better.”
She hums again, reaching down to adjust Mac’s swaddle, and Mac’s grunt trails into a growl as she pulls her hand back.  “Well, someone’s grumpy.”
“Melody Hawkins can do that to a person.”
Amy hums, scratching his back distractedly.  “Remember when you thought you might be bad at this?” she asks softly.
He snorts.  “Considering I had that thought about two minutes ago - yeah, I remember.”
“How could you tell that story and still have that thought?”  He turns his head to find her looking at him earnestly, not a single trace of humor in her eyes.  “How could you talk about being good and right - about being scared to be in time-out because you didn’t deserve it - Jake -”
“Hey, being a good cop doesn’t automatically make me good at this -”
“You’re right.  It doesn’t.  But that’s not the point, Jake - listen to me.  That was not a story about a good cop.  That was a story about a good person.  That was a story about doing the right thing and being a good person, even when faced with a person and a system that is designed to be the opposite of that.  That was a story about a guy who did what was right and who continues to do what’s right, and that has absolutely nothing to do with any stupid badge.  In case you forgot, Melody Hawkins was wearing the same badge.”  She pauses, letting the words sink in, rubbing his back all the while.  “I asked you if you remember when you thought you would be bad at this because seeing you like this - seeing you with him, seeing you love him - it just seems so silly to me that you ever doubted yourself.  And if you don’t believe me, just ask him.”
Mac’s gazing up at him now - Jake hadn’t noticed that he’d stopped squirming - and when Jake meets his eyes, the ghost of a smile curves the features of Mac’s face.  Amy’s hand gently combs through Jake’s curls as she presses a kiss to his temple, and Jake swallows hard against the sudden lump in his throat.  “You’re a good father, Jake.  You’re a good father and a good husband, too.  Your job title’s got nothing to do with it.”
She straightens up and pulls away; Jake watches her make her way toward the kitchen, unable to tamp down the grin blossoming across his face.  “I don’t normally tell him cop stories,” he says off-handedly as she sets about making tea.  “I usually read to him.  Or I make up stories about the hole in that window across the street.”
Amy pauses, stooping down so that he can see her bewildered expression beneath the cabinets.  “The one in the stained glass window?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, my nephew broke that a few years ago.  He found that super bouncy ball you lost in my car and was bouncing it out on the street, but he hit one of the reflectors on the actually street and it shot off at an angle -”
“Are you telling me that I indirectly broke that window?  Me?  I did that?  I’ve been making up stories to tell him since, like, a month after the positive test!”
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nellie-elizabeth · 3 years
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Brooklyn Nine-Nine: The Last Day (8x09/10)
I wish I felt more, I honestly felt kind of disconnected from this finale, just like I did the whole season! It wasn't bad, but it didn't really spark joy.
Cons:
This season tried to clumsily address issues of police brutality, only for the finale to have no mention of it. I'm not trying to be a party pooper here but if this season is meant to talk about the desperate need for reform, and then the finale is... well, Amy and Holt got those promotions, Terry gets a promotion, Jake's going to be a stay-at-home dad, the end? The show's status quo hasn't really shifted here at the end. It's a little bit more of the same.
It's hard to articulate, but the comedy just didn't really hit for me in a lot of the heist scenes because it was actually too convoluted to follow. Whenever we saw somebody win out over someone else, turns out there were still three or four layers of betrayal until we uncovered who actually had the lead all along. I know it's meant to be more comedy than an actual mystery to solve, but if it's this convoluted, it's not even clever anymore, it's just a lot of chaos being thrown at the screen until the episode ends.
Pros:
Okay, sure, there were some cute moments. I liked the magnet suits, I liked Hitchcock coming in with the win. While I honestly think Gina's return was somewhat wasted here, the repeated t-shit gag did make me giggle. Amy being offended that Jake went to another notary, Rosa falling off of Gina's van... these were funny little joke-y moments for sure.
And on the sweeter, more sincere side, of course it was sweet that Terry gets to be the Captain, and Holt stood up for him for the job. Of course I got a little weepy when Holt said that he would have been proud to have a son like Jake. Of course Jake's decision to stay home with the baby so Amy could pursue her career was moving to me. What a great way to come back around from the earliest days of the show, when the two of them competed so much at work.
I also liked the little subplot where Rosa pretended she wanted to get back together with Pimento as part of the heist, but in the end she says she doesn't want to settle down, and doesn't need a relationship to feel complete. With all the call-backs in this finale, I was  little worried that they would try to send Rosa off into the sunset with an old flame, so I was glad they preserved the integrity of her character instead. If Rosa wants to have a partner in life, I hope she can have that with someone wonderful! But if that's not what she wants, I am also in full support!
So that's all I can say for the finale. There's nothing wrong with it, really. It's not some offensive pile of garbage. It's sweet, how things are changing for so many of the characters, but how they'll be in each other's lives forever. I just... didn't feel much of anything at all. So I'll give it a "meh" score...
7/10
And now for the show as a whole: if this last season didn't exist, I think I'd give it even higher marks. Of course it's not perfect, but to have a show like this, with a character like Captain Raymond Holt at the center of it, felt especially meaningful back during season one, and there continued to be some really funny, smart, charming episodes all the way through. I'm not going to dock the score too bad just because this last season didn't work for me much. I can look back on the show with fondness over all, for sure!
8/10
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