#and this is a sorry jakey for making your last fic so angsty

[god-monsters]

Jake Kim x Reader: First Kisses

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Somewhere along the way, the flirtation turned serious. Longing looks and lingering touches joined the cheesy pick up lines, the banter, and the winks.

You and Jake are obvious even if you aren't official. Even if neither of you have yet to put a label on it.

(Collectively, Big Deal is torn between gagging or cooing over yours and Jake's budding relationship. Sure, they're happy for you both but do you really need to rub it in their faces day in day out?)

Ever the gentleman though, Jake did in fact plan to ask you out on a date, ask you to be his girlfriend before a kiss happened.

Except.

There was just one too many times where he felt his heart race, his throat dry up, and your lips frankly looking too irresistible.

And why the hell are you looking at him like that ? How did you expect him to hold back?

.

.

Your first kiss shouldn't have been romantic.

(Jake had watched you laugh with a strange look on his face, then with a delicate grip, pulled you into this alley. He himself acted before thinking, like he was in a trance from just seeing you.)

Nevertheless, Jake Kim with his Jake Kim charms even manages to make a dark and damp alley just behind Big Deal street seem like the perfect setting.

As if everything is elevated with his light. With his confident smile, his faint dimples. With his virtue.

So much so that if Jake asked to kiss you in the dumpster, you probably would hop right in and pucker up. Or at the very least seriously consider it.

"I just couldn't help it..." he murmurs, eyes flickering down, gentle fingers tilting your chin up towards him and thumb grazing over your lips, "I was hoping for somewhere better..."

Jake leans in slowly, hesitantly and stopping just short. Barely even centimetres away.

Enough for your skin to tingle from the closeness and frisson of excitement. For your breaths to mingle together and you can taste his peppermint on your tongue.

Almost but not quite touching.

It's torture.

"Is this ok?" he whispers against your lips, warm brown eyes gazing softly into yours. It's only now that you notice how he is close to panting, hands nearly trembling with restraint.

Is this ok? This has always been ok.

You rock forward, closing the gap and capturing his mouth with yours.

Jake, caught by surprise, lets out a small huff of laughter as his arms circle your waist, then deepens the kiss.

.

.

Your next kiss is a quick smooch after a Big Deal meeting.

The one after that is in his office, late at night when his vision is nearly blurring from reviewing documents.

And then he presses his lips to yours again in a cheap cafe with cracked, peeling wallpaper and sticky floors.

Each time you kiss, Jake realises it could be a lot more romantic. He also realises that he doesn't care about 'somewhere better', the time or the place.

Simply being with you is enough.

[three-drink-amy]

Boyle’s Dream Come True

This is for the Anon who left me a nice request way too long ago! I’m sorry it took so long! I hope it’s what you wanted!

“Remember the scenario that charles was gushing about with jake moving into amy's apartment? and he said how, jake and amy would get into a fight ("you know how you like to escalate things amy"), jake goes over to charles' place, they talk over wine, and after a couple hours amy and jake come to their senses and make up. could you maybe write an angsty+fluffy fic about that scenario?”

When it rains, it pours. Wasn’t that the phrase? Well that was the phrase that summed up Amy’s week. She came home ready to just forget the last few days. She walked in, hung up her purse and coat, and walked in the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She turned and looked at the sink, still full of dishes from earlier in the week. When she’d lived there by herself, she’d always done the dishes promptly. Doing dishes for one person was easy. Somehow just adding Jake to the apartment added so many more chores. She stood there seething at the sight of the dishes. She’d asked him easily three times to do them because she was too busy, but of course, in true Jake Peralta fashion, he’d just left a mess instead.

She turned around to the sound of the door opening. Jake walked in, grocery bag in hand and a smile gracing his face as he saw her. “Hey Babe!” he cheered.  Amy just glared at him. He immediately stopped short. “Everything okay?”

“No, Jake,” she said quietly, “Everything is not okay.”

He set the bag down gently by the door, moving toward her slowly. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

He had no idea she was mad at him. He must have thought something else was wrong. Because of course, Jake could do no wrong in his eyes. “What’s wrong is that living with you is like living with a child,” she replied stonily.

“Uhh…what now?”

“Jake, how many times have I asked you to do the dishes? And yet, there they sit, dirty in the sink,” she yelled.

“Amy, I – ” he started.

“I mean you got home earlier than me. Your day today was easy and yet you couldn’t just come home and actually do anything around the house,” she argued.

“Amy, just listen,” Jake tried.

“No. Jake, I’m sick of this,” she continued. “Sometimes you are so immature and I just feel like this was a mistake.” She was getting out of control. She could feel it. But she was too far gone. She couldn’t contain her anger. It had built up for so long during the week that it was exploding out of her and Jake was directly in her path.

Jake looked hurt and confused. “What? Us living together?”

“No, us being together,” Amy corrected him harshly. The pain on Jake’s face was palpable. He backed away from her and closer to the door.

“Wow. I didn’t realize you felt that way,” Jake said just above a whisper. He rifled through the grocery bag by the door and pulled out a bottle of wine. “I’m gonna let you cool off for a bit. Then…I guess we’ll have to talk.”

“Jake –” Amy called, but he shook his head and closed the door behind him.

--

Jake walked out of the apartment building, clutching the bottle of wine like a lifeline. He didn’t know what to think about the fight they’d just had. They didn’t really fight much so when they did, it usually left him pretty upset. He tried to think of where he wanted to go. One definite perk of moving in with Amy was living two blocks from Boyle. He would know what to say. And even if he didn’t, he’d let Jake hang there.

He walked over there and knocked solemnly on the door. Charles opened the door, a huge grin on his face as he took in his best friend. The smile started to fade when Jake held up the bottle of wine. “You busy tonight?” he asked. Charles shook his head. “Mind if I come in?”

“When would I ever mind you wanting to come into my home, Jake?” Charles asked as if he was an idiot. “Genevieve is out. I’m just watching some TV with Nikolaj. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Jake nodded sadly and walked into his friend’s home, taking in the happy atmosphere. What it must be like for them. He thought he and Amy would have that but apparently she was having doubts. He wasn’t going to worry about that right now. He was going to drink and talk with Charles.

Charles brought out two glasses and a wine opener and sat them on the table in front of Jake. Jake immediately opened the wine and started pouring. Charles sat down way too close to him. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Nah, I want to drink about it,” Jake said.

Charles picked up his glass and clinked it against Jake’s. “We can do that too.”

Nikolaj was watching some inane children’s show and it was not taking his mind off his fight with Amy.

“I don’t get it,” he said. Charles turned to look at him but he continued to stare at the TV ahead of him and drink his wine every so often. “I don’t get why she was so mad. Sure, she’d probably had a long day, but she didn’t need to take it out on me. Sure, I can be a bit of a slob, but I’ve been working so hard on that since I moved in with Amy. She means so much to me and I don’t want her to regret living with me. Apparently I’m not working hard enough on that last part. I just wish she’d let me explain that I’d gone to the store to get dish soap. I was just about to do the dishes. And yes, it had been a couple of days since the first time she’d asked. But I am busy too. She knows that. I walked in the door and she blew up at me and gave me no chance to explain myself.” Finally he turned toward Charles who had a concerned expression on his face. “And then she starts saying it was a mistake for us to ever be together. I mean, she can’t really think that, right?” Charles was silent. “Right, Charles? That wasn’t rhetorical!” Jake followed up manically.

“No! Of course she doesn’t really think that. Amy loves you. I’m sure she was just having a hard day and it all snowballed,” Charles reassured him.  

Jake shook his head sadly and took a large drink of wine, quickly filling his glass back up. He sat back and laid his head on the back of the couch with a sigh. “I don’t know what I’d do without her, Man. I really thought that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t screw this one up.”

Charles put his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m sure you didn’t screw it up, Jakey. You just need to give her time to cool off and then go make up.” Jake turned his head to look at his friend. He nodded. “And if you want, when you go home, I can send you home with a bottle of shampoo because shampooing your partner’s hair is the most erotic thing you can do. There’s no way she’d be mad at you after that.”

Jake looked at him disgustedly. “One, why do you always suggest that? Two, why do you talk about things being erotic in front of your son?” Jake pointed to Nikolaj sitting on the floor in front of the TV. Luckily he was still glued to the TV. Charles shrugged it off.  

Jake sighed and drank more wine. He didn’t want to think about his problems. Soon Charles got up to tuck Nikolaj into bed. It didn’t feel like it had been a very long time since he’d gotten there but when he went to refill his glass the bottle was empty. He groaned to himself.

Charles was still out of the room when he heard a gentle knock at the door. Jake got up and looked through the peephole. It was Amy. He took a deep breath and opened the door. She smiled sadly at the sight of him. He walked out into the hall and kept the door ajar behind him.

“Hi,” she said hesitantly. He just nodded. She was standing cautiously far away from him. “I’m really sorry, Jake.” He wasn’t making eye contact with her. “Look, I didn’t mean what I said. I promise. I was in a bad mood and it just got out of hand.” He was still silent. He just shrugged. She stepped forward and grabbed both of his hands in hers. He looked up at her. “I mean it, Jake. It wasn’t you. One of my cases went horribly wrong and I was mad about that and then the other got picked up by Major Crimes. I was just having a bad string of days and I don’t know why but the dishes were the last straw. And I know you’re just as busy as I am and it shouldn’t have been a big deal. I really am so sorry for lashing out at you. You’re the last person I’d want to hurt.”

“Including Holt?” Jake asked, finally quirking a smile.

She smiled back at him, moving closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Yep, including Holt.” He laid his hands on her arms. “Jake, I want you to know that I have never for a second regretted being with you or living with you. I mean, yeah, my apartment is a little bit messier than it used to be. But getting to live with you makes up for it.”

“You mean it?” Jake asked hesitantly.

“One hundred percent,” Amy assured him. She tightened her arms around him and laid her head against his shoulder. “I love you so much, Jake.”

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back. “I love you too.”

She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye. “Please come home.”

Jake smiled and nodded. “Okay.” She smiled brightly, leaning up to kiss him quickly. “By the way, we were out of dish soap. That’s what was in the bag I brought home. That and a bottle of wine because I knew you’d had a hard day,” he informed her.

She looked surprised. “You bought me a bottle of wine because I had a hard day?”

“I mean, I just drank most of it while I was here, but yes, I did buy it,” Jake replied with a laugh. She nodded understandingly, chuckling.

She looked him in the eye vulnerably, “So we’re okay?”

Jake leaned in and kissed her again. “It’s you and me, Ames. Of course we are.” She hugged him tightly again, holding on for a while.

“Psst,” they heard from the other side of the door. They both pulled apart slightly and looked at the crack in the door. “Use this,” they heard Charles say. Slowly, a bottle of lavender shampoo was pushed through the opening of the door.

“Oh my God, Charles,” Jake groaned. He rolled his eyes at Amy. He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go home.” She stood there and smiled at him brightly. “What?” he asked, confused.

She squeezed his hand. “You called it home. I love that. Our home.”

Jake squeezed her hand back and started walking away from Charles’s apartment with her. He had to agree with Amy. He loved having their home.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi anon! In light of all this - please accept my offering of first kisses for now (first time will probably come at some point heh). Thank you for requesting and being so sweet. Sorry for the delay and twisting your ask completely lol. Just erring on the side of caution for now 😅

Jake Kim x Reader: First Kisses

Somewhere along the way, the flirtation turned serious. Longing looks and lingering touches joined the cheesy pick up lines, the banter, and the winks.

You and Jake are obvious even if you aren't official. Even if neither of you have yet to put a label on it.

(Collectively, Big Deal is torn between gagging or cooing over yours and Jake's budding relationship. Sure, they're happy for you both but do you really need to rub it in their faces day in day out?)

Ever the gentleman though, Jake did in fact plan to ask you out on a date, ask you to be his girlfriend before a kiss happened.

Except.

There was just one too many times where he felt his heart race, his throat dry up, and your lips frankly looking too irresistible.

And why the hell are you looking at him like that ? How did you expect him to hold back?

.

.

Your first kiss shouldn't have been romantic.

(Jake had watched you laugh with a strange look on his face, then with a delicate grip, pulled you into this alley. He himself acted before thinking, like he was in a trance from just seeing you.)

Nevertheless, Jake Kim with his Jake Kim charms even manages to make a dark and damp alley just behind Big Deal street seem like the perfect setting.

As if everything is elevated with his light. With his confident smile, his faint dimples. With his virtue.

So much so that if Jake asked to kiss you in the dumpster, you probably would hop right in and pucker up. Or at the very least seriously consider it.

"I just couldn't help it..." he murmurs, eyes flickering down, gentle fingers tilting your chin up towards him and thumb grazing over your lips, "I was hoping for somewhere better..."

Jake leans in slowly, hesitantly and stopping just short. Barely even centimetres away.

Enough for your skin to tingle from the closeness and frisson of excitement. For your breaths to mingle together and you can taste his peppermint on your tongue.

Almost but not quite touching.

It's torture.

"Is this ok?" he whispers against your lips, warm brown eyes gazing softly into yours. It's only now that you notice how he is close to panting, hands nearly trembling with restraint.

Is this ok? This has always been ok.

You rock forward, closing the gap and capturing his mouth with yours.

Jake, caught by surprise, lets out a small huff of laughter as his arms circle your waist, then deepens the kiss.

.

.

Your next kiss is a quick smooch after a Big Deal meeting.

The one after that is in his office, late at night when his vision is nearly blurring from reviewing documents.

And then he presses his lips to yours again in a cheap cafe with cracked, peeling wallpaper and sticky floors.

Each time you kiss, Jake realises it could be a lot more romantic. He also realises that he doesn't care about 'somewhere better', the time or the place.

Simply being with you is enough.