#Mac Peralta

[jakeperaltasflannel]

i wish there were more scenes of Jake just being a dad

[mjbythebay]

Rip Jake Peralta you would have loved the tortured poets department.

He's not dead he just would have loved it.

Totally would have stayed up all night analyzing the songs and yelling when the 2am version came out.

[thesantiagoperaltas]

the scruffy dad look is real

[feal-the-grinch]

Incorrect B99 quote #12 ( B99 future)

Jake, driving Mac and Enigma back from school: So how was your day? Enigma: We almost got surprise-adopted! Jake: What? Mac: We almost got kidnapped. Jake: Oh, okay. Jake: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kevin Cozner/Ray Holt, Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Ray Holt & Jake Peralta, Kevin Cozner & Amy Santiago Characters: Ray Holt, Kevin Cozner, Cheddar (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, McClane "Mac" Peralta Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Animals Series: Part 13 of Pride Fics 2024! 🌈, Part 1 of The Adventures of Mac and Cheddar Summary:

“Raymond," Kevin announced after he finished his first plain scone, "Cheddar has made a friend.”

“I’m aware,” Raymond replied, frowning.  “The little guy.”

“Mac Peralta?”

“Yes, him.”

“Ah.  Well, I wasn’t talking about him.  Cheddar has made a new friend.”

Raymond wants to have a nice Sunday with his husband. The Peralta-Santiago's get a dog who makes friends with Cheddar. Raymond does not have as nice of a Sunday as he hoped.

[manicpixieyandere]

Merry Reunionween

A Brooklyn Nine-Nine Episode

Sorry it took so long for us to make another script, finals week was rough, but finally over! Anyway, here is a script for a Christmas Heist episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. We miss these guys a lot! Happy Holidays, we hope you enjoy!

Episode Desc:

Happy Halloween and Merry Christmas! Join the cast of Brooklyn Nine-Nine for 2024's Halloween (delayed to Christmas) Heist! Who will win this game of twists and turns before the clock strikes 12? Only time will tell!

[ozziesdisco]

It's the way I default to Mac's name being Mac Peraltiago and not Mac Peralta

[the-quiet-winds]

It took Kevin Cozner a long time to see the squad as his husband's - and later his own - family. Now more than ever, he is glad to have the strange little family.

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For Andre Braugher.

[just-a-latina-fangirl]

Mac has proudly declared Amy is his second favorite mommy and she has stewed on this for weeks.

Discuss!

She goes out of her way to try to find out who the other mommy is, she's even used her job privileges but this woman's nowhere to be found. It's not a teacher, it's not some other kid's mom, it's not even a fictional character, and Amy's starting to go insane.

Turns out Mac's first favorite mommy is Jake. He'd heard some other kid talk about his “stay-at-home mommy” and he somehow was like “oh that's what daddy does, so he must be a stay-at-home mommy too”

Jake actually knew about this but let the chaos ensue

[jake-and-amy-are-married]

Does Mac get married? What is the wedding like

He isn't as lucky as his parents with love, so I don't think he gets married married.

He has a lot of serious relationships, but they don't really get to married levels of serious

[nofatclips]

A Different Kind of Love and Upend by Son Lux from the album Tomorrows III - Directors: Evan Chapman & Kevin Eikenberg

[cooper64209]

intro =]

im cooper, my pronouns are he/him. i am trans and pansexual. i have adhd. personality type: ESTP-T. my birthday is in february, i am american, turkish and canadian.

DNI: homophobes, transphobes, pedos, zoofiles, idk just be normal yk 🤷‍♂️

hobbies: dungeons and dragons, acoustic guitar, reading, skateboarding, acting, gaming, drawing, debating and writing.

favorite games: baulders gate three, hogwarts legacy, minecraft, stardew valley and castle crashers

favorite shows: brooklyn nine nine, its always sunny in philadelphia, squid game, the boys, outerbanks and the last man on earth.

favorite books: A good girls guide to murder, twilight, heartstopper, girl in pieces, we are okay and five survive.

peak characters: Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Homelander, JJ, Mac Mcdonald, Astarion, Shane, Jake Peralta, Sebastian Sallow, Edward Cullen, Emmet Cullen, Cedric Diggory, Batman, Deadpool, Spiderman (andrew garfields version), Dave Skylark, The Riddler and Tyler Hawkins

content creators i watch: Ted Nivison, Cscoop, Jschlatt and lunch club (not as much anymore bc of him >=[)

if anything i say or do is hella interesting gimmie a follow, also check out my other blogs that are more focused on one topic =]

i watch a lot of movies, so check out my letterboxd:

[moongardenforme]

randomly joining bc i jus saw it on my feed

tags if you want!:

@lv3buzzz @orcastars @strsdacus @infusionate @petrifiedplutonium @persephones-carnations @deceasedpoet @isittoomuchprobablynot

Making a tag game cause I can

Rules: post 4 fictional characters you relate to and assume something about the person you reblogged from based on their characters

No pressure tag! @sidneyoftheblackwoods @mqstermindswift @stars-and-birds @zenilvar @forever-chained-to-myself @themidnightarcher @skeelly @thepencilsnameissteve @thislove-taylorsversion @thislifeissweeterthanfiction @swiftieannah @a-pessimistic-swiftie @catastrxblues @jellycanon @what-about-wendy and anyone else who wants to join<3

[thesantiagoperaltas]

Reminder that Mac Peralta is FOUR years old this year

[nophunleague]

stare decisis: chapter nine - frigus

frigus: latin for cold

masterlist

wc: 1586

rafael barba x original female character

The crisp December morning air fills Quinn’s lungs, the temperature awakens her lungs in a way humid summer New York could never. Pulling the knit scarf tighter around her neck she makes her way up the courthouse stairs. She bypasses the line of defendants and family members to get to the staff entrance. 

“Lady, are you my lawyer?” is shouted at her a few times as she passes the crowd, but knowing most of these people are most definitely not her clients she walks by without making eye contact with any of them. 

Quinn heads straight to Courtroom 7 for the morning of First Appearances, which starts not too long after her arrival.

“State, what say you on bail in the case of Kiara Cortez for felon in possession of a firearm?”

“Your Honor, given the fact that this is not only Ms. Cortez’s third felony charge but my office is also currently investigating Ms. Cortez for other possible criminal infractions at the moment the State requests that Ms. Cortez remain in custody pending the resolution of the charged offenses,” Quinn’s pale finger flips through the fairly thin case file that followed Ms. Cortez in her visit to the courthouse. The judge agrees with Quinn, ruling Ms. Cortez to be confined.

“This is bullshit!” the defendant shouts as she is placed in handcuffs by the bailiffs. The young woman is red in the face as she squirms away from the officers. 

“Ma’am, you need to calm down,” strong arms hold her by her bound wrists, Quinn’s eyes bounce from the file for the next case on the docket to the commotion in the courtroom - silently begging it resolve itself quickly. The noise continues as she reads Mr. Peralta’s charge sheet until the podium is knocked out from underneath her hands. The brunt shoulder of a bailiff bucks Quinn back over the top of the counsel table while the bailiff attempts to reign in Ms. Cortez. 

Quinn’s head smacks the table top with a thud as she slides across it, but her head is thankfully safe from another blow as she hits the floor - and her not so friendly neighborhood bells quickly return. Dazed, she lays on the floor for a minute and thanks herself for wearing pants today. A hand appears in her eye line, she takes it instantly and is pulled up to stand on her feet once again. Blood rushes through her ears to the beat of heart, the ringing compliments the bass beat in a symphonic hell. 

The savior’s hand feels familiar as Quinn’s eyes follow the arm up to the face of its owner. Hazel eyes meet her blue ones, the skin around them crinkles as a grin stamps itself on his face. 

“Mac?” the commotion in the courtroom is fairly contained at this point, the distant screams of Ms. Cortez can be heard as she’s dragged away and placed into custody. 

“Hi Quinn,” Mac greets but then kicks into doctor mode to examine his big sister’s head. “How’s your head?” His hands turn her by her shoulders then he draws his fingers across her scalp gently to check for abrasions. 

“Fine,” she tries to move away from him but he holds her in place and drags two fingers together across her eyeline. “I don’t have a concussion,” she shoves his hand back down to his side. 

“But your ears are ringing, aren’t they?” 

“Ms. Brady, don’t let me interrupt your conversation but I’m ready to proceed,” Quinn’s eyes snap to the bench to find unimpressed eyes. 

“My apologies, Your Honor, please, let’s proceed,” Mac seats himself just behind the bar on the side of the state and waits patiently as they go through about a hundred or so more cases. 

Packing her tote bag she turns back to look at her younger brother again. “Why are you here?” she sighs, hands defeatedly falling to her sides. 

“I’m worried about you and I had the leave to burn,” his hands are shoved in his pockets, the innocent look of feeling that as the youngest sibling he could do no harm plain in his hazel irises. Reading her watch she realizes it’s already lunch time. 

“You don’t need to worry about me,” she crosses the bar to leave the courtroom, him following behind her. “I’ll take you to my place and we’ll talk later after I get off of work.”

***

When Quinn returns, Carisi, Liv, and Rollins are having a meeting in Rafael’s office; with Christmas having been the previous week everyone has a lot of work to catch up on. 

She ignores the meeting and heads straight to her desk, diving right back into work. Carisi knocks on her door frame on their way out, the group has now migrated to her office. 

“Hey Counselor, how was your Christmas? Your kids enjoy it?” he blurts, her right eyebrow raises so high it almost touches her hair line.

“Kids? I don’t have kids, Detective,” Sonny stutters and begins to motion toward the picture that sits on the bookshelf next to her desk. The photo is old once you look at it, it showcases a small redheaded girl, maybe around 6 years old, holding hands with a boy who had to be only a year or so old. 

“I think what he’s trying to spit out is that he saw that picture and assumed those were your kids,” Rollins speaks for him, as Sonny’s face flushes with embarrassment. 

“Well maybe next time we don’t assume. That would be me and my brother, circa sometime in the 80s,” she stands and grabs the photo from the shelf, glaring as it reminds her that the little boy in the picture is sitting in her apartment right now. The nagging voice in her mind berates her for giving Mac the cold shoulder earlier.

The picture was taken on a random day, probably after Quinn had been picked up from school for the day. “Honestly thought the Smurfette shirt would have given that away. Now what’s your update?”

“Our supposed accomplice Justice Yang has identified a person of interest. Carson Baird,” Carisi hands over a file including the young man’s DMV photo as well as his school records. 

“No criminal record?” Quinn’s eyes look from the paperwork to the detectives, her pointer finger runs down the nonexistent rap sheet of the teenage boy. The detectives all shake their heads. “So what makes him an interesting person?”

“Baird and our victim dated, she broke up with him three weeks before she was killed,” Liv explains. 

“Interesting timing, but has Baird ever shown a penchant for acting violent or sought revenge against someone before?”

“Well, no, but he’s a teenager - they always have pent up rage,” Rollins quips. Quinn shuts the file and hands it back over to Carisi before speaking again.

“It’s clear to me that you all like him for the crime. But it's also exceedingly clear that 1. you do not have enough evidence to support the DA’s office charging him and 2. that Barba also shot you down so you came here thinking you would get a different answer. Come back when you have more,” she gives a slight shrug of the shoulders to imitate that she felt sorry; but she doesn’t. The squad’s habit of coming to the office with way less than the necessary evidence was something Barba had murmured to her about during her first week. “If it’s there, and he’s your guy, you’ll find it. Until then, don’t waste our time please.”

They excuse themselves without another word - finally allowing Quinn to take a breath after what has felt like the longest morning she’s had in a while. 

As the day winds to an end, Quinn’s groove of getting work done is halted by a distraction from her co-counsel.

“Do you have your first appearance notes? We need to pass them on to the respective prosecutors.”

“Oh yeah,” Quinn ruffles through the various legal pads on her desk until she finds the right one. “Let me scan them and then I’ll send them over.”

“Maybe next time you won’t find yourself so distracted after court and get them to people on time,” his quip comes in rhythm with the clashing of more intracranial bells. Her flat hand slams hard onto the top of her desk, the sound causes an eyebrow of his to raise. 

“Stop speaking to me like that,” she’s seeing a hue as red as her hair. “I’m am just as competent of an attorney as you and I’m allowed to have fucking bad days. In case you didn’t know, I got thrown over a fucking table in court this morning, my ears have been ringing all fucking day, so no I haven’t had the chance to send these off yet.”

He doesn’t back down quite yet, “but you were able to have a lunch date,” her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose as she takes a deep breath. 

“That was my goddamned little brother who flew in without telling me so I took him to my apartment and left him there so I could come back to work.”

“Your brother?” he falters, eyes softening as he realizes that no, she didn’t have a hot lunch date but instead probably didn’t eat lunch at all. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“You’re right, you didn’t and you don’t. You. Do. Not. Know. Me. For god sake let me be and maybe I will succeed in getting some work done today.”

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Kevin Cozner/Ray Holt Characters: McClane "Mac" Peralta, Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Kevin Cozner, Ray Holt, Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Charles Boyle, Terry Jeffords, Cheddar (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) Additional Tags: Halloween, Halloween Heists (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Trick or Treating, Fluff and Humor Series: Part 5 of It's Just a Bunch of Halloween Fics Summary:

“It’s only fair for us to be in pairs again this year. That way Amy and I can both participate and still take Mac out for his first time trick-or-treating.”

Mac perked up when his dad said his name. He was sitting on the floor, playing with his Transformers, while his parents talked on their iPad to his aunts and uncles about something. He was trying to be good and quiet while they were talking, but it had been forever and he was bored.

“Why bother? We always turn on each other in the end. Besides, it’s not our fault you’re breeders.”

Mac doesn't really know what's going on, but first there's candy, and then his parents disappear, and then he gets to hang out with Cheddar. Jake and Amy learn a lesson about parenting; Captain Raymond Holt is suspicious.