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how you get the girl | jake peralta x fem!reader

summary: 6 months after your breakup, on a rainy night, jake turns up on your doorstep.

warnings: some swearing, kissing, nothing that big of a deal

taglist: @brvceyamada

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stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain

you were sat on your couch. all the lights were off and you had a movie playing on the tv while you were curled on the couch and listening to the rain.

it was basically a perfect night.

then there was a knock at your door.

it was late. you checked your phone to see the time, 11:38 pm, and got up with a groan.

why was someone at your door this late at night?

she’ll open up the door and say, ‘are you insane?’

you unlocked the front door and once you pulled it open you found your ex-boyfriend, jake peralta, standing on your porch.

he was soaking wet, his hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes drenched, from the rain.

“jake, what are you doing here?” you asked, taking in his appearance. “it’s the middle of the night and it’s pouring! are you insane?”

say it’s been a long six months

“maybe.” he replied before going quiet again and staring at you. “it’s been… a long six months.”

“really, jake?” you sighed.

you had seen him almost every single day since he broke up with you due to the fact that you worked together.

“are you drunk or something?”

“no! no— i…” he sighed. “i just…”

and you were too afraid to tell her what you want

“i was… afraid.” jake paused. “of telling you the truth.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean the truth about how i felt about our relationship. i was too scared to tell you what i really wanted.”

“i’m so confused right now.” your eyes flitted around his face.

and that’s how it works

“just… come inside, peralta. it’s raining.” you grabbed him by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him into your house.

“it’s been a while since i’ve been here.” jake said, looking around at the house that hasn’t really changed in the six months since he had dumped you.

that’s how you get the girl

“okay, jake, just… can you please explain what you’re doing here?” you asked. “this is totally random, and i’d like to know what you’re doing and why.”

jake’s mouth went dry and he stopped looking up at the ceiling. his eyes stopped on you.

and then, you say

“okay.” jake took a deep breath. “here it goes.”

“here what goes?” you asked.

i want you for worse or for better

“i want you.” jake paused. “for worse or for better.”

you raised your eyebrows in surprise for a moment before staring at him with a blank look.

i would wait forever and ever

“and, look, i would wait forever and ever.” jake said.

“you’re joking, right?” you asked, one hand still on the handle to your front door. “you can’t possibly be serious.”

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“y/n, i know i broke your heart.” jake sighed and looked up from his shoes and took one step closer to you. “but i’ll put it back together.”

you narrowed your eyes at him for two reasons. one, in disbelief, and two, because something about the whole situation was familiar.

i would wait forever and ever

“again, i would wait forever. and ever.” jake mumbled and the two of you stood in your entryway, a few feet away from each other.

“jake, you have got to be kidding me.” you sighed and walked past him and back into the living room, where your movie was now paused on the tv.

and that’s how it works

“what do you mean?” he asked, following you into the room.

“i mean you turning up at my house in the middle of the night talking like a crazy person.”

“a person… crazy in love.” jake said with a wide smile, which he dropped after he saw your disappointed stare. “no? okay.”

that’s how you get the girl

“jake, what is up with you?” you questioned him. “why are you here and why are you saying all this stuff?”

he walked past you and sat down on your couch, still wet.

“off the couch.” you ordered and he got up quickly.

“sorry.” he slowly made his way around the room before stopping in front of a shelf.

remind her how it used to be

he picked up a framed photo off of it and turned to look at you. “you’ve still got these up?”

you shrugged, crossing your arms and holding your robe tight. “yeah.”

“do you remember the day we took this?” he asked.

the picture he held was a selfie he had taken when the two of you were on a date after finishing a big case.

he has caught the exact moment you kissed his cheek.

with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

“mhm.” you didn’t want to say much. you didn’t like him being in your house, despite being the one who let him in. “right after we solved the mason murder case you took me out on that date.”

jake chuckled to himself and put the frame down. “yeah.”

the two of you had gone out for dinner, but then abandoned all plans for being in the outside world and decided to watch movies in jake’s apartment.

that same night, he told you that he loved you for the very first time.

tell her how you must’ve lost your mind

jake turned to look at you again.

he didn’t care if you were staring at him with a look that was a mix of both disapproval and disappointment, or that you clearly did not want him to be there.

jake’s eyes travelled from your eyes down your body and back to your face. he thought you looked beautiful.

“y/n, i swear, i must’ve lost my mind.” he forced out a very awkward chuckle, which he masked with a cough. “i did something so stupid, even for me.”

when you left her all alone, and never told her why

“which was?”

“dumping you. and not even telling you why.”

he did that.

six months earlier jake had come up to you at work and asked to talk to you privately.

and that’s how it works

“hey, babe, can i talk to you in private for one second?” jake had appeared at your side mid-conversation with rosa.

“oh, yeah, one sec.” you smiled and he nodded. jake started walking away and you told rosa you’d be right back before following jake.

the two of you soon ended up in the evidence room.

“what’s up?” you asked once the two of you were in the room with the door closed.

jake went silent in front of you. he seemed to freeze up.

“jake? you okay?”

“hmm? oh, yeah, totally, all good.” jake chuckled and cleared his throat. “but, um, anyway. so what i wanted to talk to you about was… i want…”

jake trailed off and stared you in the eyes. you waited for him to go on, giving him a weird look and he shook his head.

“i wanna break up!” jake basically spewed the words out as he yelled them loudly at you. “yup. that’s it. i want to break up… with you…”

jake nodded and turned on his heel, speeding out of the room.

that’s how you lost the girl

“i messed up. big time.”

“really?” you pretended to be surprised. “wow, i had no idea!”

jake stared back blankly. “okay. i get it.”

“do you, jake?” you asked. “because you turning up here and thinking i’d be okay with that tells me that maybe you don’t really get it.”

and now, you say

“no, i do.” he sighed. “i came here because i’ve been thinking. like, really thinking.”

you stared at him expectantly.

“i wanted to apologize.”

“after six months?” you almost laughed. “that’s half a year, jake.”

i want you for worse or for better

“i know.” jake buried his face in his hands. “but i swear, i’ve been thinking about this for… yeah, for literally the entire six months.”

“and what is this thing you’ve been thinking about?”

“i knew i had messed up immediately, and i freaked out and that’s why i ran away.”

you raised your eyebrows. “you messed up so you ran away instead of… talking about it like adults?”

i would wait forever and ever

“well, i did talk about it with charles.” jake said.

“i meant talk about it with me.” you stated. “as in the girl you broke up with without any explanation or another word that wasn’t work related for six months until you show up on her doorstep unannounced in the middle of the night when there’s a storm outside.”

as if on cue, thunder cracked outside.

“okay, keep it down, storm. we’re trying to have a conversation in here.” jake seemed to shout at your ceiling before looking at you with an amused smile.

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“okay, look,” he sighed. “i’ll be real with you right now. i want you back. i want us to be together again and i would literally wait forever and ever.”

“so you’ve said.” you nodded slightly, taking acknowledgment of the fact that jake’s hair had dried and had started to curl on top of his head.

not that you were looking at his hair. you were only listening to what he had to say.

you were totally over him.

“jake, i’ve finally… moved on. i’m over it.” you lied. “why did you decide to come here tonight?”

i would wait forever and ever

“because i still love you.” he stated. “and i never stopped loving you because i never wanted to break up in the first place.”

“then why did you break up with me?” you questioned him. “at work of all places, too. for all of our friends to find out immediately? for them to practically baby me for the next month until i finally snapped at them to stop? because that’s what happened.”

“because…”

and that’s how it works

he sighed. “god, why does this have to be so hard?”

“‘god, why does this have to be so hard?’ title of your sex tape.” you said, practically on instinct, before awkwardly coughing at the sight of his smile.

jake didn’t say anything for a moment after that. he just stared at you with that beautifully stupid smile on his stupidly beautiful face.

that’s how you get the girl

“you were saying?”

“right.” jake nodded and cleared his throat. “um… i didn’t want to break up with you. i just freaked out because i couldn’t say what i wanted to say and then started overthinking everything in my head.”

“what were you going to say?” you asked. “you know, before you broke up with me.”

“i was, um… i was gonna suggest that, uh, i…” jake sighed. “i was gonna ask what your thoughts would be on me moving in with you here.”

he gestured around himself to the house the two of you stood in.

and that’s how it works

“i really do love you, y/n. i just… it was just such a big… thing.” jake cursed at himself under his breath. “it was a huge thing and, like, i worried that maybe i was going too fast or that you’d say no and crush my heart so…”

“so you just crushed my heart first to prevent any possible damage to yourself.”

“yup. i’m such an idiot.”

“yeah, you are.”

that’s how you get the girl

“look, i’m sorry for turning up here.” jake apologized and started walking towards the front door again. “i’ll just go and we can pretend none of this happened and go back to not talking to each other.”

“what if i don’t want that.” you spoke and jake turned to look at you.

“what?”

“i mean… it’s raining outside.” nice save. “you don’t want to get sick or anything.”

and you know

“oh, right.” he moved away from the door a little. “smort. i mean, smart thinking, y/n.”

you nodded.

he then looked over at the tv. “die hard?”

you shrugged. “yeah. i was bored and lonely, so…”

“i get it.” he nodded.

“you can, um, watch it with me if you want.” you offered awkwardly. “i mean, it is your favourite movie of all time.”

jake smiled at you. “yeah, okay.”

“then maybe we can talk more about…” you gestured around at him. “this whole thing.”

that i don’t want you to go

the two of you sat down on the couch, but you didn’t put the movie back on. instead the two of you sat quietly.

“what made you decide to come here tonight? i mean, after six whole months?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“i don’t know. i was just in my apartment and listening to music… then i decided i couldn’t deal with us not being together anymore.”

remind me how it used to be

“for months… i don’t know why i didn’t do anything. i guess, i was scared?” he looked at you before laughing. “what am i saying? this is so dumb. whatever.”

“jake…”

“no, i sound ridiculously stupid. i broke up with you.” he rubbed his face. “i shouldn’t be acting like i was the one who was hurt.”

“at least you’re self-aware.” you mumbled before leaning back in your seat.

“y/n…” he reached out and took one of your hands in his. “i’m so sorry. for everything. for dumping you with no explanation, then acting as if nothing happened at all.”

with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

“why didn’t you just… explain to me you didn’t really want to break up right after it happened? or at least in the same day?” you asked.

“because… i kind of just assumed this was what you wanted.” jake gestured between the two of you. “you’re way too good for me. i mean, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re an amazing detective, plus you’re super hot. i just guessed you didn’t really… i mean, look at me.”

“jacob peralta, you are such an idiot sometimes.” you deadpanned and he winced. “but, you do know that you’re also really smart, right? you’re one of the best detectives i know. you’re funny and you’re also super hot.”

“okay, i know you’re trying to make me feel better and this is the worst time to say this, but you feeding my ego and talking in that sexy voice is really turning me on.”

“oh, shut up.”

and say you want me

the silence between you returned for a moment before jake spoke again.

“y/n, i want you back.”

a part of you didn’t want to take him back. he had made you feel terrible for months and quite literally had broken your heart.

but on the other hand…

“jake…” you started and he met your eyes, looking almost desperate.

and then you say

then it clicked in your head. why the things he had been saying seemed to familiar to you.

“oh, my god. jacob peralta you did not.” you hit his arm and he gave you a confused look.

“what?”

i want you for worse or for better

“i want you for worse or for better.” you spoke in a song-like tune and a small smile tugged on jake’s lips.

i would wait forever and ever

“i would wait forever and ever.” you chuckled and shook your head.

the way he smiled at you at that moment made your stomach flip.

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“broke your heart, i’ll put it back together.” you glared playfully. “i would wait forever and ever.”

i want you forever and ever

“i want you forever and ever.” jake replaced the line you sang with one later in the song, his face inching closer to yours.

“and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.” you shook your head again in disbelief. “you really followed the steps from the song?”

jake shrugged, your lips almost touching. “did it work?”

“maybe.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

you leaned forward and connected your lips with his.

jake’s hands held onto your hips while your hands ran up his chest and to his shoulders.

when you pulled apart, you smiled curiously and asked him, “when did you plan this, jake?”

“obviously it took months and months of planning to get it perfect.” he said and you gave him a look. “i didn’t plan it, i got the idea, like, five minutes before i left to come here.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

“you came here with no plan except for the lyrics to a taylor swift song?”

“i had faith. she’s a genius, i trusted her.”

you laughed and so did he before connecting your lips in another kiss.

“charles is gonna lose his shit when he hears about this.”

“how would he know if you don’t tell him?” you questioned.

“oh, he has some kind of sixth sense about this stuff.” jake stated.

“what stuff?”

“us. together.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

you paused. “you want us to be together again?”

jake’s mouth was parted slightly and he nodded in the dead silence of the room. “so badly.”

he connected his hand with yours and leaned closer.

“would you give me another chance? please?”

“are you gonna actually communicate with me and tell me how you feel instead of breaking up with me this time?”

jake’s hands held the sides of your face. “i promise. i’ve felt so horrible for the last 6 months and i swear i will never hurt you like that again.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

there was a quiet moment between the two of you.

“so, y/n l/n…” jake took a deep breath. “will you give me another chance and be my girlfriend again?”

and that’s how it works

“jake peralta, you’re one lucky son of a bitch.” you said before quickly adding, ��i don’t mean that, i love your mom. she’s really great.”

he chuckled. “don’t worry about it.”

then he leaned forward and kissed you again.

that’s how you get the girl

a/n: so this is something and idk how i feel about it but i love jake so here’s this

#jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #brooklyn 99 #andy samberg #brooklyn 99 x reader #amy santiago #charles boyle #gina linetti #captain holt #taylor swift #rosa diaz #terry jeffords

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iliketopgun · 2 months

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Y'all are gonna have to pry Brooklyn 99 from my cold dead hands

#iliketopgunbs #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #charles boyle #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #gina linetti #captain holt #jake peralta x reader #amy santiago x reader #charles boyle x reader #rosa diaz x reader #terry jeffords x reader #gina linetti x reader

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veryberryjelly · 2 months

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lines of gold

jake peralta x fem!reader

lyric prompt ; 'closed eyes & closed blinds' - fast times - sabrina carpenter

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚜︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

time off was a rarity, and you didnt take it lightly.

both yourself and jake had been racking up some vacation days and had booked a week off 4 months in advance.

and you had been looking forward to the week off since you started talking about it.

a week away from everything, just you and jake.

the two of you had chosen to go to mexico for your vacation. somewhere warm and interesting. you could lounge around all day or go out and do something and that was just perfect for the two of you.

so far, in 2 and a half days, you had just been lounging around in your hotel, enjoying not having to get up every morning and not having any agenda for the day.

day three didnt look like it was going to be any different.

you were woken up by the sun creeping through the blinds you could've sworn you shut before you went to bed last night, but apparently not.

you turned over to avoid the seemly blinding light, and you were met with the sight of your boyfriend in his rumpled morning state.

his curls were a mess onto of his head, his face free of worry, the sunlight dusting over his features to make him look truly angelic.

a smile settled on your lips.

you decided to put aside your thoughts of going back to sleep and instead rested your head onto of your arm as you watched the movement of jake's chest rising and falling.

you couldn't pinpoint how long you had been watching him, but the sun had shifted to brighten his closed eyes by the time he woke up.

he turned towards your body to hide from the light, and instead was met with the stretch of mattress between you.

the cold cotton caused his eyes to squint open in search of the woman he was certain he had fallen asleep beside.

he seemed to relax when he caught sight of you just another two inches over.

" were you watching me sleep ?"

you let a soft laugh huff past your lips.

" no ." you insisted, though you were sure it wasn't convincing.

jake said nothing in retaliation and instead just stretched his arm out to pull you across the gap in the mattress and into his chest.

you didnt resist, instead wrapped your arms around his torso as his lips pressed into your forehead, both of your eyes shielded from the lines of light bleeding through the blinds.

@sparklymazzy @flwrguts123

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jakexamyforever · 1 year

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thewinterpoet2 · 3 months

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ROXANNE

Jake Peralta x Reader

In which the reader is a secret vocalist outside of work as a detective in the 99th precinct, Jake becomes suspicious which leads to feelings rising to the surface.

WARNINGS: Swearing, themes of crime, theft, interrogation.

Word count: 15,654

Y/N~ Your Name

L/N~ Last Name

The first time Jake started to become suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

It was nearing Christmas which meant crime in Brooklyn had reached a new level of stupid, leading every Detective and Beat Cop to internally curse every black Friday sale to hell for eternity.

The squad of the 99th Precinct tended to be divided around the holidays, Boyle sprung into action, in true Boyle fashion, buying ridiculously expensive gifts for, well, everyone.

Santiago spent countless hours writing Christmas cards, and for the fifth year in a row, apologised incessantly to an exhausted UPS driver as she reluctantly returned all her holiday gifts for Captain Holt.

Gina loved Christmas and celebrated, to some, in what would be a very unusual way. But in her defence, setting up a PO box for her fans, meant she could have a very cheap Christmas. Thrifty and entrepreneurial, that's Gina.

Whereas, some members of the squad weren't as keen on Christmas. We know how Jake feels about Thanksgiving and with no suprise, this translates to his views around Christmas, too.

Rosa Diaz, although she hides it very well, spends Christmas with her family every year. Now her sexuality was out in the open, the healing her family went through have led, thankfully, to a much closer relationship. Rosa would never say this out loud, but knowing that they're fighting in her corner, is the best gift she could have ever asked for.

Oh, but if you asked she'd definitely tell you to "Mind your own fucking business before I get involved in yours" and according to her, "you definitely don't want that, do you?"

Jake Peralta was a great detective but a tricky human being. To put it bluntly, Jake hated Christmas. He hated carols, trees, "little scary elves that show up everywhere", and most of all, romcoms. Jake despised hallmark romance films. Was it because he was single for the 8th Christmas in a row? Who could tell, but he'd certainly deny it if anyone had the courage to ask.

Y/N, was definitely the wildcard out of the squad, especially when it came to the holidays. She'd told every detective the same bullshit tale of how she was going back to England to see her family for the holidays, how her least favourite gift is socks, how more than anything she hates carolling. Because, jesus, no one wants to hear her sing!

Detective L/N was a liar, for many reasons. Yes she was from England but she actually didn't mind socks and the biggest lie of all, maybe she'd convinced the detectives they wouldn't want to hear her sing... But her bandmates and their followers definitely did.

See, Y/N wasn't just a Detective, she was a trained singer, performer and songwriter. After work she tended to dodge Shaw's to head to band practice or straight to a gig, not that anyone had figured that out of course.

Not yet anyway.

Tne first time Jake became suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

Jake and Y/N were in the middle of interrogating a perp, nothing too gruesome or inhumane, a couple counts of petty theft and something that would hopefully have led to a new lead about a future bank heist.

William Dobson was his name.

"Why do all these perps have such boring names, why isn't he called Franco Goldminer"

Peralta turned around, slamming an evidence file onto the nearest desk. Y/N looked unamused at the topic of conversation but not surprised, it was Jake after all.

"Because I'm pretty sure 'Franco Goldminer' is A) too obvious for a criminal B) kind of ironic and C) sounds like an idiot that still lives with his mum in his 30s"

Jake's eyes twinkled at her quick and easy retort, not that she'd have seen that of course.

"Nah I stand by it, he's got a dumb name"

Scoffing Y/N stopped reading the provided statement, sighing in conclusion, rubbing her face with her hands,

"So we've got nothing, Jesus."

Peralta let out a sigh of annoyance,

"L/N why don't you go talk to him, I'll watch and see if he opens up to you"

Giving a cheeky grin he continued,

"I would say you could try annoy him into talking but you basically do that anyway"

Slapping his shoulder Y/N walked straight back into interrogation, ignoring his laughter trailing behind her.

William looks up at Y/N, recognition dawning on his face.

Fuck, this wasn't good.

"So Dobson, recount the night of the 16th for me again, seems some details don't match up from the tapes-"

Mid sentence you're cut off,

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Y/N made a sound of aggravation at being cut off

"Small world, lots of people. Anyway the footage shows a different time to the one you claim you-"

"Roxanne on 5th right?"

Shit, shit, SHIT. Y/N's blood ran cold at the name of the club she performs at, it's nice to meet fans, just not in the middle of an interrogation.

Fuck she had to play this off cool, nochelant, like nothing happened.

"I don't care about your personal life Dobson, you're here because you're a criminal. Distraction techniques won't work with me, I don't recall being your best friend, Sir"

Awesome she thought, professional and managed to get an insult in at the same time.

"aren't you in that ba-"

Slamming her file onto the table

"Jesus give it a rest you don't know me"

Y/N's voice came out high pitched, aggravated and very, well, unlike her. This was enough to peek Peralta's interest from behind the glass, this wasn't the Y/N he knew, his coworker who hated anything boring but rarely took risks.

Hands up in defeat, Dobson backs down and the interrogation continues as it was before, absolutely useless.

What Y/N didn't know is Peralta was on the other side of the glass, a puzzled expression on his face;

This was the day Jake Peralta made it his mission to investigate further.

"Who are you Y/N?" He mumbled.

A few weeks later, Jake stopped going to Shaws with the squad.

This in itself was confusing for his fellow detectives, Boyle was practically heartbroken thinking that he'd done something to scare his best friend off.

This led to Boyle doing everything he could to try and entice Jake to their bar, regardless of how weird it was.

Boyle is Boyle, he's very extra, but he's got such a big heart and that's all that mattered to Jake.

However, Charles' interference was only causing Jake more stress, his plan needed to be a secret to be able to make this work.

It was a Friday night, the day before New Year's Eve. Y/N had requested annual leave tomorrow, something that was rarely granted on holiday's (thanks again New York) Jake managed to find this much out from a single conversation with Gina, oh, and because the holiday schedule was on a public server but that seemed too easy.

If he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely was now, something was in the water and he simply had to know what was going on.

It's not like Jake was OBSESSED with Y/N, he just wanted to know her on a more personal level and she made that incredibly difficult.

"I like to keep myself to myself, work is work, home is home. Keep them separate"

Her beautiful voice repeated the devastating series of words more times than he'd have liked to have heard them. Never. None. No thanks.

He'd invited her to Shaw's so many times he'd lost count, he'd asked if she wanted to watch Die Hard at his apartment, he'd even asked if he could do more overtime so he could spend more time with her. In the 6 years he'd worked with her he'd made absolutely zero progress, it's hard to fancy someone that doesn't acknowledge your existence.

Jake thinks Y/N is perfect.

Plain and simple.

Starring at her, lost in thought. He thinks about her eyes, how he wishes one day she'd look at him with the same love and happiness he looked at her with. He wonders what their kids would look like, okay Jake that's a bit far you're sounding a bit like Charles, he internally scolds himself.

"JAKE" Y/N snapped her fingers to get his attention, a look that can only be described as concern adorning her features.

"Huh? Oh yes, yes. I agree, yes let's do that. Whatever it was you said" He rambled at the speed of light, pretending to have acknowledged the last 20 mins that don't exist in his mind.

A smirk grew on Y/N's face, something he barely saw but made him feel like the room just got 20 times hotter.

"Oh so you were listening, yeah? Fabulous, so we can go ahead and schedule the hip replacement..."

Jake's eyes grew wide, babbling out some incoherent nonsense he managed to find two words; "HIP REPLACEMENT?"

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and cried with laughter, barely being able to form any words.

"I was talking to you about someone I booked using their need for a hip replacement as an excuse, I joked she could use yours" wiping away tears, Y/N's laughter dies down seeing his daze and confusion.

"Are you okay, Jake?" Starring him down, he does what he does best, panics.

"I have to go" Jake stands up bolts out the room at top speed, leaving a very concerned Y/N.

Y/N has always liked Jake, he's bubbly, silly, but cares so much about everyone in his life, he'd go above and beyond for anyone and that's something you can't buy. She has wanted to let him into her personal life for a while but mixing personal and professional has never worked in her favour so she stops herself from letting things get weird and complicated again. Life is as complicated as she makes it after all.

Tomorrow Y/N's band were performing at Roxanne again for their NYE party, she was debuting the title song of their new cover album. Y/N has always been such a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, so "Go Your Own Way" definitely made the cut, providing, Jamie and Simon (her bandmates) were okay with that of course. She was excited, finally time to let her hair down and shed any stress from work.

Jake, after running out at top speed, took to his phone, made a few calls and booked a table tomorrow night for nine people.

At Roxanne.

Jake, Charles, Rosa, Amy, Terry, Captain Holt, Gina, Sully and Hitchcock.

And Y/N had no idea.

Well, neither did anyone other than Jake. This was going to be interesting.

The morning of NYE came and Y/N was ecstatic, eating breakfast at lighting speed, grabbing a coffee, brushing her teeth and then heading to the subway, felt like seconds. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun.

Y/N arrived at Roxanne at just gone 1pm and immediately hugged Jamie who gave a huge grin seeing her arrival.

"Hi baby! Don't you look a treat, you excited for later?"

Blushing and hitting his shoulder Y/N laughed at his brash complimenting.

"Yeah, yeah, save it Jame, where's your boyfriend? He better not be hiding, we're fucked without him"

"Right here gorgeous"

Y/N jumped and let out a sharp gasp seeing him right behind her.

"Don't scare me like that, dick!"

Laughing he pulled her into a hug.

"Ready to blow the world away with your pipes tonight angel?"

Laughing gently she said "As ready as I'll ever be, right let's practice idiots. Then we can grab some food before we have to change"

Y/N had her mind free from work and Jake, but for Jake, well that was another story.

To Jake this was a stakeout, he had no idea whether he'd find a Mafia organisation or nothing at all. He phoned up Roxanne to ask about the event but all they said was to "Check the damn website, it's not 1942 anymore" and the website hadn't been updated in months.

Jake was terrified.

An afternoon turned into the evening and soon Y/N was slipping on a red sequined dress, black knee high boots, two lace black gloves, smokey, dark makeup and her hair was in curls, ready to take to the stage.

Roxanne was bustling already and it had only just gone 8, she was on in 30 mins and this was their moment.

Warmed up and excited, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she jumped up and down to hype herself up, she had got this.

Jake on the other hand, was only just getting ready, nothing too extravagant just a classic shirt, no tie and a jacket, but a clean jacket so it counts, right? The table was booked for 9 and he had no idea what was going to happen or what would be uncovered.

5 minutes to their opening call, Jamie, Simon and Y/N were all hugging and hyping up each other, knowing this was going to be the performance of a lifetime.

The crowd are cheering already, the bar is stacked and there's no space in the room, the floor is filled to the brim full of people and the only remaining space is one singular table on the balcony of the club, a reserved sign sitting neatly in the center.

"LADIES, THEYDIES AND GENTLEMEN, TONIGHT WE TAKE YOU INTO THE NEW YEAR IN STYLE, YOU KNOW THEM, YOU LOVE THEM, IT'S 'CRIME ME A RIVER"

Running out onto the stage, the heat from the stage lights hit Y/N and then everything changed, her body felt warm and she'd never felt more comfortable. The first notes started of Go Your Own Way and she took a breath then started to sing.

Loving you

Isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things

That I feel?

The crowd scream at the sound of her voice, the sweet melody carrying through the entire club, out the doors, into the night.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

How can I

When you won't take it from me?

Y/N can't help but think about Jake as she sings, music really is true to the heart and god what her heart wants more than anything is him.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

Jake and the squad pull up to the club, Terry already confused about why they're at such a random location on NYE when they could be at Shaws or "somewhere that doesn't look straight out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show"

Squeezing through the crowd blocking the entrance to the club, Jake heard Amy gasp.

"Oh my god, Jake"

"No fucking way" Rosa chimed in.

"This is unexpected" Gina remarked.

"Terry did not see this coming" Terry exclaimed.

Tell me why

Everything turned around

Packing up

Shacking up is all you want to do

Looking at his shocked colleagues, Jake followed their eyeline to the stage, seeing Y/N he unconsciously held his breath. She looked out of this world, so out of character from the person he shares a desk space with, but at the same time, she'd never looked more, her. His heart beating faster than the beat of the music, he turned to look at the squad once more, seeing Rosa's smirk, Amy's disbelief, Terry's enjoyment, Boyle squealing like a child at Jake's reaction.

"Oh Jakey, I knew you liked her, I knew it, I can't wait to be best man at your wedding" Charles then carried on monologuing but it all drowned out to Jake who only heard Y/N, oh boy, could she sing.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Open up

Everything's waiting for you

During this moment he imagined Y/N was singing directly to him, his heart fluttered and in that moment he knew he had to tell Y/N, he just had to. Or he'd explode.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

All the squad started pushing past the crowd to try and get as near to the stage as possible, ignoring their table completely (well apart from Hitchcock and Scully) cheering, dancing and having a great time. Enjoying every second.

On the last note of Y/N's performance she took a breath and basked in the screaming of the crowd.

"THANK YOU! MY NAME IS Y/N AND WE'RE HERE SO YOU CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME, DO WE WANT A GOOD TIME?"

Hearing a scream of "YES" she continued by saying "OKAY SO HERE'S OUR NEXT SONG, THIS ONE IS A BIT DIFFERENT, IT'S MORE OF A POWER BALLED, ARE WE READY?"

But before the first note could be sang Y/N made direct eye contact with Jake, who was fondly shaking his head in disbelief. She smiled widely and blushed a deep red.

She knew they'd talk after, and he did too. But for now she'd show how she loved him by showing him who she really was, Unapologetically and he loved nothing more.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this fic, might do a part 2, if you want to be added to a taglist or if you want a part 2 full stop please let me know:) unedited so it's definitely not perfect haha. Enjoy!

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Boyle: Shh, here comes the Captain! Jake: Quick, Amy, talk about boring nerd stuff! Amy: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word 'nerd' derogatorily, it means you're the one that's out of the zeitgeist. Jake: Yes, that's perfect. Just like that.

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Five vs One

Summary: Five times you and Rosa kissed for show, and one time it was for real.

Word Count: 2,586

Pronouns: Implied she/her/hers

Published: 12/28/2022

Author's Note: My obsession with Rosa Diaz continues

Trigger Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of drugs, general police shit

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1. Stakeout

You've been friends with Rosa for years. Ever since you transferred to the 99, she's been your partner. You work most of your cases together, you're the only member of the 99 that's actually been to her apartment, and you would say that you know her pretty well.

The silence is comfortable as you sit in the car. The two of you are on stakeout, trying to catch some poor drug dealer.

You yawn.

"You good?"

"Tired. I can't believe we have another hour of this shit."

"You want me to grab you a coffee? I'll buy."

"I won't say no to that."

Rosa comes back ten minutes later with your usual order, handing it to you as she slides into the driver's seat. "Anything new? Or is he still waiting for the buyer?"

"Still waiting, but I think he's getting suspicious. He saw me in the car, but I pulled out my phone and pretended I was calling someone, so I don't think he made me."

"Good."

You take a sip of your drink, once again lapsing into comfortable silence. The drug dealer (you can't remember his name) looks over at you again. He starts walking over to the car.

"Shit." You look at Rosa. "He made us."

"No, he didn't."

"What-?"

You haven't even finished getting the word out when Rosa pulls you forward into a kiss.

"Go with it," She says against you, but you decided to do that the moment it happened.

"Yep, doing that." You break away from her, face flushed, and look over at the dealer. "He went back."

"Good."

You both sit back into your respective seats. You're freaking out, but you're trying not to show it.

"Sorry. It was the only thing I could think of."

"It's fine."

2. Operation: Broken Feather

"Commence Operation: Broken Feather."

And with those words, everyone's off to their varying positions. And yet, nothing works. Charles spills his coffee, but the Vulture just wipes it off. Rosa flirts with him (you see red), but he moves on. For once, he's not interested.

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this." You march over to Rosa, determined and praying that Jake can get the confession soon. "No time to explain, come on."

You take Rosa through a back way. You stop where you know the Vulture will come out of the stairwell he took to get from the bathroom to the squad's floor. "Trust me?"

"Yeah."

You grab Rosa, pulling her into a kiss just as the Vulture comes out of the door.

"Woah!"

He stops for a few moments, staring, then you hear his footsteps recede.

"Damnit!" You say, pulling away once you're sure he's gone. "I really thought that was going to work."

"Uh...Yeah."

"Sorry. Only thing I could think of to stop him."

"It's fine."

3. Tactical Village

"How come you're so mad at Boyle?" You ask, creeping down the hallway. Charles is a few feet ahead of you, but you're careful. Quiet.

"He didn't invite me to his wedding."

"You can be my plus one."

"If he didn't invite me, that means he doesn't want me there."

"I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. Just talk to him."

Rosa wrinkles her nose.

"Yeah, I know, feelings are for losers. But give it a try, okay?"

"Fine."

You hear something up ahead. Charles ducks through a side door, but there's nowhere for you and Rosa to hide.

"I have no clue if this is going to work," Rosa says, "but I need you to trust me."

"You know I do."

"I'm going to kiss you. When the perps come through, shoot them."

"Got it. You know we're being watched, right?"

"Yeah."

She presses her lips against yours, and you melt into the kiss like you always do.

Part of you wishes that you could do this more often, but you know that's not possible.

You hear footsteps, drawing closer.

"Woah. Uh, sorry."

You pull away, gun already in hand. You shoot one guy, and Rosa shoots the other. Green paint splatters across their chests.

"Don't be." You say. "It was just a distraction."

4. The Wedding

"We have a problem," Amy says.

"What's wrong?" You ask, pausing in your frosting of Rosa's wedding cake.

"Rosa's drunk."

"How?"

"Bellinis."

"I got it." You set your frosting bag down, wipe your hands on your apron, and set off for the small room Rosa's hunkered in.

"(Y/N)!" She slurs. "I'm getting married."

"Yes, you are. Which you need to be sober for. Come on, let's get you some water."

"No." She drags out the word, but you stand your ground.

"Rosa, you need to be sober to get married."

"Do I?"

"Yes." You sit down across from her at the table.

"You should have a drink."

"Absolutely not."

"You're so wound up! Why are you so stressed?"

"Because your wedding is today, Rosa, and you're currently drunk off of champagne, of all things. I mean, really, it's half bubbles."

"Yeah, but you shouldn't be stressed. This isn't your wedding."

"No, it's not. Which is why I'm going to drink my way through the ceremony and reception, but not while I am trying to make you a wedding cake."

"Huh?"

"I'm trying to make your wedding cake, Rosa."

"No, the other part."

"Ah, right. I am going to drink my way through the ceremony and reception."

"Why?"

"Because that's what you do at a wedding."

"No." Rosa gasps dramatically. "Is it because we've kissed?"

"What? No!"

"It is." Her eyes go wide. "Do you like me?"

"No, Rosa, I don't."

You hate lying to her.

She surges forward, kissing you hard.

"What about now?" She asks when she pulls back.

"Now...I need a bellini."

5. Nutriboom

"Why does this always happen?" You duck behind a door, praying the person goes away. "Seriously, every time!"

"It's comical." Rosa agrees, but she kisses you anyway.

+1. Show Me Going

“(Y/L/N), can I speak with you in my office?”

You jump. “Sorry. Startled me. Yeah, sure.” You stand and follow Holt into his office. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to ask how you’re doing. I know that you and Rosa are close, so you’re more likely to be particularly affected, what with her current involvement in the Brooklyn Heights shooting."

“Captain, I’ve been in love with Rosa Diaz for the last four years.” Your voice shakes a little, but you smile. “If I couldn’t take a little danger, I’d have broken a long time ago.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’m okay. Honestly, I’m more worried about the rest of the squad.” You look back and see Charles and Jake talking, while Terry gets his blood pressure checked. “Seriously, Boyle’s got that vein popping out in his forehead. You know the one, when he gets stressed?” Holt’s phone rings. “I’ll let you get that.”

You leave just in time to see Charles stand. “Shots fired. Shots fired!”

“What?” Jake exclaims.

“Is anybody hurt?” Terry asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, man.”

“And, you’re BP’s at 290. Oh, 350. You broke the machine.” The guy next to Terry's desk says.

“Alright, screw this.” Jake stands and storms into Holt’s office. “There were shots fired.”

“I just got off the phone. There are two officers down.”

You run to the nearest trashcan, convinced you’re going to puke, but then you hear, “Neither one of them is Diaz,” and suddenly, you’re fine.

Holt shuts his door. You don't hear the rest of his conversation, instead sitting down at your desk. It's right across from Rosa's, a fact that you desperately try to ignore. You're trembling, but otherwise normal, so you take a breath and try to focus on paperwork. You put your headphones on, despite the ban against them, and blare your music as loud as you can in an attempt to drown out your thoughts.

A few songs later, someone taps you on the shoulder. You practically jump out of your skin, but when you turn around, you see Jake. “God, dude, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“I got pizza. Come grab a slice.”

You shake your head. “Not really hungry.”

“Come on, eat. You haven’t had anything all day.”

“Fine.”

You stand up and grab a slice.

“Peralta, why are you back so soon?” Holt asks.

“Because I wanted to do something.” Jake turns back. “Hey, guys. How’re you holding up?"

“I mean, not great, but I know you really don’t want to talk about it,” Charles says.

“No. We should talk about it. I’m really scared for Rosa.”

“Yeah.” You say quietly. “I’m terrified that she’s gonna die and I’ll never actually have told her the truth.”

“Me, too.” Terry says. “I mean, the her dying part. It keeps making me think about my kids. How do I deal with the fact that every day I leave for work, I might not come home?”

“Man, I don’t even know, Terry. I don’t have kids yet, but I know you love them. And I feel like that’s all you can really do, right? I mean, now that I'm getting married, I keep thinking if something happens to me, it'll actually affect someone else.”

“I'd get over it eventually, after a lot of therapy.”

“I was more talking about Amy, but yes, you too, Charles.”

You all sigh.

“Hey, look at that. 130 over 80.” The guy next to Terry says. “Back to normal. I can get out of your hair now.”

“Nice. Told you, Andrew. Terry’s in tiptop. Thanks, Jake.”

“Yeah.” You say, nodding.

Jake turns to talk to Holt, and Charles’s phone goes off. “Guys!” He says. “Guys, guys, guys. They just took both shooters into custody. Officers got injured in the action. They don’t say how many.”

“Call Diaz. Get her cell.” Terry says.

Jake grabs his phone. “Damn it. It’s still just going to voicemail.”

“Let me try.”

Straight to voicemail.

“Her phone’s gotta be off, but I’ll try again.” You say. “She’s always picked up when I’ve called.”

“Adorable.” You glare at Jake. “Right, not the time. Just…glad that whole thing’s over.”

“For now.” You mutter.

Fifty minutes (or a lifetime, you aren't completely sure) later, Holt comes out of his office. He’d spent ages on the phone, trying to get in contact with someone who could give him the names of the injured officers.

“Okay.” He says. “I don’t have the names of the injured officers,” You swear internally, “but if Diaz is unharmed, she should be contacting us shortly. Or, if her phone is dead, perhaps she’ll be walking out of the elevator at any moment.”

Just then, the elevator dings. Your head snaps towards the doors.

They open…revealing Scully.

“Come on, Scully!”

“You can’t be doing stuff like that, man!”

“Fuck you!”

“I was just making a copy downstairs.”

“Yeah, well, next time, think.” Jake says.

“About what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Okay, Jake. Come on, man. Go easy on him.”

“Diaz!” Holt says, surprised.

“Rosa!” You and Jake say at the same time.

“You’re okay! Where’d you come from?” Jake asks.

“Felt like walking, so I took the stairs. Also, I thought it’d be funny to mess with you guys.”

“Rosa, you know I hate pranks.”

“You love pranks.”

“I do. I really do.” Jake hugs her tightly. “You did it so good.

“Were you guys worried about me or something?”

“No.” He says.

“I plead the fifth.” You put in, holding yourself back from running to her.

“So, what happened? Did they shoot at you?” Terry says. “Were you in the thick of it?”

“It’s been a really tough day. I just want to go get a beer. I don’t feel like getting into it.”

“Are you sure? Because the journey I went on today taught me that sometimes it’s best to talk about things-”

“Jake.”

“Right. It was a stupid idea. And Holt told me to do it, so. Let’s just go get a drink and sit in total silence.”

“Perfect. First, I gotta go to the can.”

“Actually, you might want to go check out the ladies’ room up here.” You turn at the sound of Gina’s voice. “Hey, Rosa, it’s me, Gina Linetti. Welcome back. Me and Amy made a little surprise for you, and I think you’re gonna like it very, very much. Come on, girl.”

You follow Gina and Rosa into the bathroom. You feel like if you don’t have your eyes on Rosa, she’ll disappear.

Also, you want to see how the bathroom turned out.

“Ta-da!” Gina says.

“You made it sound like you fixed the toilet.” Rosa says dryly.

“Yeah, I thought maybe Amy would’ve pulled something together in the two minutes I stepped outside.”

“Hey, Gina! Look what I stole from the Barnes and…Oh, my God, Rosa! I’m so happy to see you!” Amy runs forward, dropping the toilet seat she’s holding to hug Rosa.

“Wait, are you covered in toilet water?”

“Yes, big-time. But this is happening.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

“Kinda feel like I’m lurking.”

“Gina, get in here.”

“Yay!”

You hesitate.

“(Y/N), you too.”

You grin, rushing forward to hug the three of them.

“Do you mind if I come to Shaw’s?” You ask, once you're out of the bathroom and Amy and Gina are gone.

“Whole squad’s going. Let me go to bathroom, and I’ll drive you.” Rosa offers.

“You don’t have to-”

“You walk to work.”

“Fine.” You smile slightly, and go upstairs to grab your stuff from your desk. You meet her in front of the bathrooms, and follow her out to the parking structure. When you’re sure that you’re alone, you look at the ground. “You know, if you’d died, I’d have been so pissed.”

“Really?”

“I would’ve brought you back so I could kill you again.”

“Didn’t think you cared that much.”

“Of course, I care that much. You’re my partner. Half my cases, I work with you. Can’t have you dying on me, can I?”

Rosa doesn’t say anything.

“Seriously, though, you scared the shit out of me. Didn’t want to say anything in the precinct, I know you don’t like the mushy stuff.”

“Thanks.”

You stop in front of her bike.

“Do you really care that much?” She asks, giving you pause.

“What do you mean? Of course, I care. I don’t know if anyone told you, but I was close to a nervous collapse today.”

“Why?”

You stare at her, bewildered. “Why do you think?”

“We’re friends, but-”

“Rosa, I’ve…” You close your eyes. “Never mind. Let’s just go to Shaw’s, okay?”

“No. What were you going to say?”

“It’s nothing.”

Her voice drops. “It’s not nothing.”

“Rosa, trust me, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, it does matter. If you have something to say-”

“I told you it’s nothing!”

There’s a brief pause. You could cut the tension with whatever knife Rosa probably has in her pocket.

And then she lurches forward, and you don’t have time to say anything before she kisses you, hard.

You freeze, for a split second, and it’s enough that Rosa pulls back. You don’t let her go far, though, dragging her back to you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

She bites your lower lip, and you gasp.

“You know,” you say, between kisses, “I’ve been waiting four years for this. I mean...Except for all the fake ones.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Just…didn’t think it would happen."

“I’m glad I made the first move then.”

“Me, too."

You never do make it to Shaw’s.

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Jake walked towards you well more like excited fast walk while trying to hide his smile, he sat down on the chair next to your desk.

Without looking at him you asked “What do you want Peralta?”

“I’m pranking someone. Want in?”

Your head wiped so fast looking at him “Who are we pranking?”

His smile got so big “Some idiots at the 6-5 precinct who made fun of Terry many many years ago and now they shall face the master of pranks.”

“Okay first you’re not the ‘master of pranks’ I am.”

He made a face.

“And second what do you have in mind? Because I sure have the perfect prank for this.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Terry was walking towards Holt’s office when he saw you two smiling and whispering like you’re little demons.

“Hey” he yelled to get your attention.

The two of you looked at him and stopped smiling.

“What are you two planning?” his eyebrow raised.

“Nothing” Both Jake and you said at the same time smiling at him.

He gave you one concerned look then went inside Holt’s office.

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Long Day (Rosa Diaz)

Summary: After a long day, both you and Rosa come home to relax and unwind.

Rosa Diaz x Fem!Peralta!Reader

Warnings: None, just a very little makeout scene.

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"When do you clock out?" Asked Rosa, walking over to your desk. You were working on the case file of a drug bust, and couldn't wait to go home. It had been a really long day, to be honest.

"Right after I submit this case file to Holt," you replied, leaning back against your chair and heaving a deep sigh. "It's just not getting over."

"Power through, babe," she said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You've got this."

"When do you clock out, hm? I better not hear I'll be eating dinner alone tonight," you chuckled, looking up at her.

"I'm almost done," replied Rosa with a small, soft laugh. "Mine's a B&E, so it'll be easier with the file."

"God, there is so much crime in Brooklyn," you scoffed, hunching back over your computer. "When it comes to paperwork, I regret becoming a detective."

"If it makes you feel any better, we can order pizza from your favourite place after work," replied the woman.

You laughed and nodded, "You got me there, Diaz. Go on and finish your work, I'll wait outside when I'm done before you."

"Is that a challenge?" Asked Rosa, standing in front of you with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

You shrugged, "Maybe."

"Oh, it is on, Peralta," she gasped in mock-offence and walked back to her desk.

Sure enough, Rosa finished before you and was waiting outside, leaning on her motorcycle. You shouldered your bag securely and sat on the bike, rolling your eyes at her victorious smirk.

"Not. A. Word," you said in her ear as she climbed on. You wrapped your arms around her waist, leaning your chin on her shoulder. "And if you drive like a crazy woman I will shoot you in the face. No hesitation. I have the jurisdiction and a gun."

"Oh, I'm terrified," she said monotonously, but you noted her small smile in the rearview mirror.

"You should be," you replied, tightening your hold when she revved the motorcycle and shot off towards your house.

You both reached in a matter of five minutes, and your legs still felt wobbly as you reached the apartment elevator.

"Rosa Diaz..." you panted, holding on to the railing for dear life. "I am going to shoot you in the face, I swear to god."

"Come on, I was going slow!" She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers as you pressed the floor you stayed on.

"In my book, 35 miles an hour is far from slow," you grumbled.

Rosa pressed a soft kiss to your head and said, "Sorry about that, babe. I'll go slower next time."

"God, my brother would give up his internal organs to see this interaction," you laughed, walking out of the elevator as the doors dinged and opened. You unlocked the door of your small apartment and let her in, following as you hung up your coat and put your bag in the storage closet. Unlike your pack rat brother, you did enjoy a certain amount of neatness in your home, however small it was.

"Your brother's a dumbass," said Rosa, following your actions.

You groaned and planted yourself on the couch, scrolling through the phone for your favourite pizza place to order.

Rosa sat next to you, placing her arm across the backrest of the couch, which invited you to lay your head in her lap and order the food while she watched something on T.V.

"Today was a long-ass day," you admitted, ordering your usual pepperoni, and a simple margherita for Rosa. "I cannot believe a drug bust for like, three teenagers with some weed was so much goddamn work."

"I hate kids," said your girlfriend, moving her arm from the backrest onto your stomach. "They're miserable little things."

"Teens are worse," you scoffed. "The dude who looked like a scrawnier version of Harry Potter had the audacity to call me fugly. Like, hello, your face looks like you painted the skin on, what the hell?"

Rosa snorted, "God, what an ass."

"Exactly. I have no problem with babies," you replied. "But only if they belong to someone else. I just want to cuddle the thing. Do not make me clean up its shit and all that." You placed your phone away and looked up at her, scowling.

"Damn, ease up on the frown," your girlfriend said, her eyes going wide as she looked down.

"Give me attention, please." You pleaded, sitting up and lying down with your head against the headrest. "I am absolutely touch-starved."

"It is impossible to make that statement sound not-dirty," chuckled Rosa, switching off the T.V. and looking at you.

You rolled your eyes, "Take it however the hell you want, but I am touch-starved because you refuse to makeout with me at work."

"Have you forgotten that when Jake and Amy made out at work they literally killed a man?" Your girlfriend replied, looking at you.

"That's because he had a weak heart," you scoffed. "If Holt caught us, I think he'd just apologise and walk off."

The woman laughed softly, making you smile and, shockingly, blush a little. She slowly moved forward so that her hands were on either side of your body, and her face was inches from yours.

"Fine then," she whispered, smirking. "We can makeout at work, but only because you're fucking good at it."

You blushed and chuckled, "Yes, I win again. Rosa Diaz can never say no to me."

She shrugged and still stayed above you, making eye contact to fluster you more.

"Fuck off, just kiss me," you scoffed, catching her by the shirt and pressing a kiss to her lips. She immediately lay atop you, humming pleasurably as you deepened the kiss. Truth be told, at times, she didn't even know who was in control.

Your hands slowly cupped her face, and your thumbs gently stroked her cheek as the pair of you exchanged deep, but gentle kisses. Her lips were soft on yours, and you were most definitely addicted to the feeling of them.

She pulled away and smiled, before resting her head on your chest, her hands wrapping around your waist. You laughed, kissing her head and playing with her hair, saying, "You know we have to take a shower and change out of our work clothes, right?"

"Obviously," said Rosa. "Way to ruin the moment, jackass."

"I am insulted that you called me a jackass," you gasped, but still continued cuddling her. "Meanie."

"Oh yeah, I'm the meanie," she replied, looking at you. "Says the one who straight-up destroyed my moment of affection."

"Yeah, yeah," you rolled your eyes playfully. "Whatever. You love me."

She nodded, "Mhm, yes I do," with a small smile, she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

"If anyone from work saw us now..." you mumbled as she continued pressing small kisses to your lips and slowly going down to your neck.

"I would definitely shoot them in the face," she replied. "No regrets."

"The way there was absolutely zero hesitation with that answer," you chortled, earning an explosive laugh from her.

You both began to laugh hysterically, almost falling off the couch in the process.

The doorbell rang, and you had to pause laughing, gently pushing her off you, groaning, "Jesus woman, you are heavy-"

"This is all muscle, Peralta," she scoffed, sitting up on the couch, propping her legs up on the coffee table.

In minutes, you had paid the delivery man, and placed the two pizzas on the small round table you had in the corner of the living room.

"Order up," you sighed, sitting on a chair and devouring the first slice of your pizza. "You coming to eat, baby?" You looked at her.

With a groan, Rosa stood up off the couch, walking to the table lazily and sitting in front of you. "Why do you always insist on sitting at the table to eat?"

"Because I want zero crumbs on my couch. That cost me like, five months of my salary," you replied, gently kicking her under the table. "I am not going to be my brother."

"You spent five months worth of salary on the couch?" Gasped your girlfriend, moving on to her next pizza slice.

You chuckled and nodded, and both of you finished the pizzas in silence.

You quickly showered, and sat on your bed to read while Rosa finished up her bath as well.

You waited for what felt like hours before she came out of the bathroom in nothing but a sports bra and shorts. Your jaw dropped as you looked at her toned abs and strong arms, earning a chuckle from her, "It's rude to stare, Peralta."

"Shut up you absolute goddess," you gasped, sliding out of bed as she looked through your closet for something to pull on. You wrapped your arms around her from behind and pressed kisses to her bare shoulder, feeling her relax under your touch.

"Okay you perv, let me pull on a shirt," she laughed, pulling on one of your AC/DC oversized shirts.

"Noooo, where did they gooooo..." you wailed, letting go of her. "Bring them bac. Bring back those abs-"

"You are such a perv," she scoffed, laying in bed with you. You lay down as well, letting her wrap an arm around you from behind and press a kiss to the back of your neck.

"I'm not a perv, you're a perv," you countered lamely.

"Shut up, dumbass," she replied, but you could hear the smile on her face. "I love you."

"I love me too," you chuckled. Rosa gently hit your arm, making you laugh, "OW, okay, okay, I love you too!"

"That's how I know you're a Peralta," she scoffed playfully. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"'Night, Rosa," you smiled, closing your eyes and slowly falling asleep, happier than ever.

Long days were so worth it.

#rosa diaz #jake peralta #amy santiago #gina linetti #terry jeffords #captain holt #charles boyle #hitchcock #scully #brooklyn 99 #female reader #bisexual #lesbian #rosa diaz x fem!reader

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pipoetry · 2 years

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then I'm that one candy nobody likes :/

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dialingyoudarlingyou · 2 years

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No, because it hurts knowing that Jake will never know that Amy did the double tuck for him. And she’ll never know that he let her win the Jimmy Jabs.

#brooklyn nine nine #b99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #jake x amy #peraltiago #jake and amy #raymond holt

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sweaterweather-247 · 2 years

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Yandere Brooklyn 9-9: which ones would be the worst to have love you

All gender neutral except Holt

Hitchcock and Scully 1/10

Maybe in their youth, they’d be able to keep you yours forever, but they’re old and don’t have any energy. All you’d have to do is feed them and then wait for them to fall asleep to grab their keys and escape. They’d be sad but I don’t think they’d have the energy to look for you.

Charles Boyle 4/10

Charles does love you a lot but is clumsy, Charles will cook for you and be very loving and his punishments aren’t bad. He cooks the best meals and always tells you the best cop stories. But he can be unstable and is very jealous, so be careful who you talk about to him, because he’s a cop and has connections. Your male co-worker who told you a funny joke 10 years ago? Gone, Charles can’t have you thinking of other men. Charles would never hurt any women you talk about. You might escape one day but he will hunt you down.

Terry Jeffords 6/10

Terry is a big guy and scary looking but he has a big heart and tons of love he wants to share with you. Terry will cook food for you and make sure you’re never bored while he’s gone, he cuddles you and finds activities for you two to do together. But Terry is hard to escape from, he’s strong and when he yells, everyone within a 3-mile distance can hear it. If you’re brave enough to try to escape him, hope you are ready to be yelled at. But he will apologize for yelling and will give you cuddles!

Gina Linetti 7/10

Gina is rich and powerful, she has connections with the police and other powerful people. Gina has you locked up in a secure place where no one will ever find you. She has all of your electronics and will text your friends and family that you hate them. Gina will force you to be in videos and you’re forced to play the partner who loves her dearly. If you even think of trying to escape, Gina will tell her fanbase embarrassing things about you. If the police try to take you from her, she will force you to tell them you’re ok and you want to stay with Gina forever.

Raymond Holt 8/10 (the reader is male)

Holt is a very serious man and will do anything to protect the people he loves from danger. He has connections and will use them to keep you safe or get rid of someone in your life. Holt has so much experience with tracking people down and will use it to find you if you ever escape.

Jake Peralta 9/10

Jake, is the best detective in the NYPD. Jake is a loving boyfriend and will do anything to make you happy and loved. However, he gets easily jealous and will track down anyone who loves you and make them disappear. Jake can also be manipulative and make you want to stay, he uses his daddy issues to make you feel bad for him. Jake is incredibly smart and will find you if you escape.

Amy Santiago 10/10

Amy is very smart and talented and has a million plans for everything. Amy will be like a strict mother and force you to be healthy. Amy forces you to eat even if you’re not hungry, she makes you take vitamins and other pills to keep you healthy. Even if you do escape, Amy will track you down, even if you left New York, she will find you and her punishments will make you regret escaping.

Rosa Diaz 11/10

Rosa will do anything to protect the people she loves, even if it means hurting them. Rosa has very strict rules and will not hesitate to punish you for the smallest of mistakes. She monitors you 24/7 and will yell at you if you break a rule when she’s not there. Rosa will beat you if you try to escape and has more painful punishments if you even think of trying to fight her

#brooklyn 99 x reader #brooklyn nine nine #jake peralta #x reader #jake peralta x reader #amy santiago x reader #amy santiago #rosa diaz x reader #rosa diaz #b99 x reader #raymond holt x reader #terry jeffords x reader #gina linetti x reader

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