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[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine dating Jake and him introducing you to the squad after you help him win the Halloween Heist

"I'm still confused about one thing. How were you able to execute your plan?" Amy said as she set down her drink and turned to face Jake. "The plan needed two people for it to work and Charles and Bill teamed up so there was no way either one of them helped out."

The rest of the squad paused their conversation with each other and also looked at Jake. "Yes, how did you do it, Peralta?"

A smug smile on his face as he noticed that he held everyone's attention, he proudly said: "This is due to my girlfriend and heist partner, [Name]." Gesturing to the bar door, they all watched as you walked in and toward them.

"Hi." You gave them a wave. "It's nice to finally meet you all."

[stanathanxoox]

He Left Me

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Anonymous asked:

hii, idk if youre taking requests, but are you able to write a rosa diaz x reader fic? idm plot :)

“Hey, I thought I might find you in here” you hear the voice of your best friend call. You look up and give a weak smile. Knowing that she’ll be able to tell that somethings wrong from a mile away, she always could. She slides down the wall and sits next to you and you immediately lean your head on her shoulder. The normally badass woman was a total softie when it came to her best friend, knowing that you needed comfort as your protection over anything else. She didn’t need you to explain, she just needed to know that you were safe and in her presence you were safer than anywhere else in the world.

“He left me Rosa, he decided that the job in Ohio was better than staying here and being with me” you say and she sighs. You feel a kiss placed on the top of your head before she whispers

“I’m sorry you're hurting my sweet girl, but I’ll be here through it all” she says and you nod.

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[glitchyrealities]

Stress Relief

charles boyle x f!reader

needed to get out this little drabble of our boy getting what he deserves

minors DNI

"Let me take care of you..." you whisper into Charles ear, your fingers massaging his scalp in small circles. You're sitting in the bathtub, Charles nestled between your legs. You rinse the soap off your hands in the water and run your hands up his shoulders. "C'mere, baby,” you mutter, encouraging him to lean his head back into your breasts. You rinse out his hair and press a kiss to his temple.

“Please touch me." he says softly. You let your hands wander and find him already hard for you. Your fingers wrap around his length and stroke him gently, savoring each beautiful little sound he makes.

"You're gonna make me cum, beautiful..." he whimpers into your ear

"Don't worry, baby," you whisper, "I'm not done with you yet.”

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for working with Jake Peralta and he's secretly in love with you...

When you first started at the precinct Jake was immediately attracted to you. At first it was harmless flirting but when he started to get to know you, things slowly became more serious.

Boyle would tease Jake about his crush on you, bigging him up to ask you out but Jake never did - he always chickened out.

Being put on a case with you was always the highlight of the week. He would high five Boyle under the table and would flash you a wide grin and a wink.

Even if he's not on a case with you, he'll offer to help you figure stuff out or help you with the paperwork afterwards which you always appreciate.

Jake's always very complimentary of you, never overstepping a line but always making sure you know how good you are.

He offers advice to you whenever you need it, it's not always good advice or very practical but he offers it anyway.

His main goal every day is to make you smile and make you laugh and he makes damn sure he achieves his goal. He loves your laugh, loves the way your eyes crinkle, loves how happy your smile is.

If there's a promotion available, of course he wants it but he goes into Holt's office and recommends you. He doesn't tell you but you're the best person for the job and he can't sit there and lie to Holt saying that he's the one for the job. It's you that deserves it so he tells Holt just as much.

He's the first person to congratulate you on getting the job. He couldn't have been prouder of you.

"I mean, why wouldn't you get the job you're awesome?!"

It's Holt that spills the secret. He's giving a speech in the bar and lets slip that Jake recommended you.

You can't believe it. You pull Jake aside asking if it's true. He admits it is... When you ask why, he smiles, shrugs and says, "Because it's you, (y/n). It's... It's you."

You start to see Jake in a very different light after that.

[shewroteaworld]

How He Made You Feel

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Premise: Right before the first sleepover of your romantic relationship, Jake puts a high school teacher behind bars for attempted sexual assault. The case brings up some difficult high school memories for you.

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sexual harassment, downplaying of sexual harassment

Word count: approx. 2,500

A/N: I'm back! Let me know in the comments if you want more Jake Peralta fics. (I'm not sure there's an audience for it.) Hope you enjoy! <3

Jake Peralta is the king of cinnamon buns. Eating the ones you bake, that is. 

“This is like heaven on my tongue!” He moans. He licks some cream cheese frosting off the top. “Babe, these are seriously amazing.”

Your back relaxes. “Thanks, Jakey.”

Right after your shift at the 99th precinct, you zipped to your apartment to chill before the first sleepover of your romantic relationship (no pressure). Rather than chillaxing, your anxiety sparked, and kneading dough became the outlet. Your in-a-pinch cinnamon buns never fail to soothe your soul or anyone’s taste buds. Now that you’re in his kitchen, you’re grateful for the baking conniption. Jake’s indulgence gives you a moment to ground.

As he gulps down another bite, his eyebrow quirks. “Jakey?” He flashes that cheeky grin you love to hate.

Your face warms. “I never said that.”

“Nope! No take backs! It’s on the record!”

You scoff. “Aren’t you a little young for hearing loss?” 

“Hey!” He pokes the edge of your forced frown. “You said it, and you know it, and it was adorable.”

Your heart beats in your ears. “You liked it?” 

Jake’s eyes soften. “Yeah, I liked it.” He smirks mischievously. “And you’re getting all mushy on me.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please, Peralta.” 

“I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” He pokes your side.

You jerk away. “You don’t, and you know it.”

“If you say so! But I know what cutesy-nickname territory means.”

The buzz of his phone spares you from his ribbing. “Our DoorDash is here. I’m going to pick it up downstairs.” Jake slips on his slides.

“Kay. Thanks.”

He leans over his kitchen chair to kiss your cheek. “Course. BRB.”

Jake rushes out his apartment door. In his absence, you observe his place: the mopped kitchen tile, his clean olive green couch, his stash of beginner recipe books tucked on a shelf above a kitchen counter. When you first transferred to the 99, you couldn’t imagine Peralta had an inkling of an organized domestic in him. 

Your tan trench coat hangs next to his leather NYPD jacket on the coat rack in the hall. Your heart palpitates. That was the first stitch of your domestic lives being sewn together. You wring your hands.

Jake doesn’t care about stains. You’ll eat Indian take-out from the container while watching some corny comedy he loves and you bemoan on his bare sofa. You tidy the kitchen table anyway.

The wave of anxiety begins to crest as you straighten junk mail from random magazines and political campaigns. You brush crumbs off the new placemats you forced on him through Office Secret Santa. (Weave placements are a recipe for soup-spill disasters.) You leave the manila files of cases he’s working on untouched off to the side.

You pour two tall glasses of water.  So what if you ordered drinks? Jake’s bloodstream will become half orange soda if someone doesn’t counteract his addiction.

Just as you’re setting the glasses down, there’s a knock on the door.

You jump. Your hand jerks, sending a manila folder flying to the floor, its confidential contents scattering behind the island on impact. Shit. 

“Forgot my keys, babe!” Jake calls.

“Coming!” 

Upon opening the door, a smiley Jake awaits you, holding a white cardboard box to his chest. The mouth watering aromas wafting from it don’t calm your cortisol levels. 

His head tilts. “Why the long face?”

You step aside. “When you knocked, I jumped and slapped one of your files off the kitchen table. I’m sorry.”

His brow furrows. “It’s no problem.” He says, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re on edge. 

“Everything spilled out.” You elaborate. Though you wouldn’t describe Jake as neat, he’s particular. Though the order of his files and notes are Greek to everyone else, it makes sense to him. He hates when someone “tidies” it without his permission.

Jake walks towards the kitchen. “Yeah, on the floor, not another dimension. It’s okay. Besides, it doesn’t need to be in any specific order– I closed that case today. I’m returning everything to the file room first thing.”

You trail behind him. “Did you close while I was uptown with Boyle?”

“Yep.” He plops the takeout box on the table. He kneels down to gather the rogue papers. “While you were out gathering evidence, I was cracking the code on this creep.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Sexual assault case?” You sort your take out into categories: his, hers, and shared. 

Jake taps a stack of papers straight against a countertop. “Attempted.  And he was a fucking high school teacher. Luckily, it was all on security cam. Easy win.”

The styrofoam carton of lamb samosas trembles in your hand. “That’s upsetting.”

“Majorly. Sadly, he’ll probably get off easy. I mean it was attempted. Not that it should’ve been full-on assault or that what happened isn’t terrible–”

“I understand what you mean, Jake.” You assure. It’s how sex crimes go. 

You open your potato samosa carton. “These are the bomb dot com,” you say. It’s an easy lay up for him.

“That ass is the bomb dot com!” Your chest loosens at the change of topic.

You shoot Jake a glare. He puts his hands up. 

He picks up the last of stray papers as you grab plates and utensils.  When he’s done, he grabs the drink holder, your Pineapple Fanta and your pink lemonade each tucked in a cardboard slot. “Let’s go sit, m’lady.”

You reach for the drink holder with your free hand, but he twists his torso away. He nods towards the living room. “Relax. Pick a show. Remote’s on the coffee table.”

When Jake joins you on the couch, you immediately reach for your potato samosas.

“You weren’t kidding when you said those were your favorite.” Jake chuckles.

“Absolutely not. Try the lamb. They should be in the center– that’s the shared column.”

Jake affectionately rolls his eyes. “You treat life like an Excel spreadsheet.”

“Someone has to.” The cold condensation on your small pink lemonade chills your hand. “Hopefully, a detective would.”

He grabs his chest as if you struck him. “Your passive aggression is a stab to my heart!”

You pop open the container of jasmine rice. “What subject did that teacher teach?” You ask.

“The creeper?”

“Mhmm.”

Jake opens a container of chicken saagwala. “History.”

You hum disappointedly. “History teachers were always the coolest. Especially the male ones.” You stab your plastic fork into the rice and reach for the curry. 

“Now I wish I slept less in history class.” Jake remarks. 

You stare blankly at the coffee table as you spoon your (hopefully) extra spicy curry onto your plate. 

The couch sighs as Jake sinks back into the cushions, his left arm stretching to lay behind you on the sofa’s back. “Such a scumbag. The girl was barely legal–could’ve been one of his own students. To make matters worse, she looked 16.”

In your head, you count your breaths. You zone in on the white grains of rice you’re absentmindedly pushing into your curry sauce. 

You see your high school hallway. You remember the misery, the pressure. Mr. Johnston.

“You listening to me, babe?”

He taps your calf with the tip of his slide. You flinch.

“Sorry,” he says. Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“That’s alright.”

In your peripheral vision, he leans forward. “You okay?”

You nod. “I’m great.” You click on his TV. “Just got a bit lost in my thoughts for a second.”

You feel Jake studying your side profile.

You click on Netflix. “Let’s do something lighthearted.” You drop down to his My List. Thankfully, you don’t have to search long to find something passable. 

“This one okay?” You ask. “I’ve been wanting to watch this too.”

“More than okay.”

The strings of the production company’s opening music fill the living room. You fiddle with your fork. Queasiness bites at you.

You need to shake this. This was your first sleepover with Jake. Don’t ruin this experience for yourself. It was so long ago. Nothing happened. It was uncomfortable, but you were alright. It was nowhere close to what that victim experienced. You’re fine. Is your asthma acting up?

You rest your plate on the coffee table. “Keep watching. I need the restroom real quick.”

You speed walk across the apartment to his bathroom, locking the door behind you. You turn the faucet to screeching cold. You dip your head into the basin and splash ice water in your face.

Your lungs gasp open from shock. Your brain drops back into your body. 

Everything’s safe. You’re okay. Tonight will be great. Don’t let some creep going to trial rattle you like this and ruin the evening.

You find a clean towel in a drawer and dry your face. After taking a detour to his bathroom to toss it in his hamper, you take three final deep breaths, your hand over your heart.

You’re fine. Nothing’s happening.

You return to the couch with a soft smile. “Sorry, Jake.” 

“No problem. You okay?” He asks again.

You hate lying to him. “Yeah, I just had to pee.” 

The movie snaps back to action. Though you didn’t ask, he paused for you. As the film unfurls, as predicted, you poke fun at the plot and Jake ardently defends it. The banter warms you, but the knot in the pit of your stomach refuses to unfurl.

Once your plate is clean, you lay your head on Jake’s shoulder. As the leading actress does something you don’t register, Jake’s laughter ripples through your hollow chest. 

It was so long ago. Nothing happened. It was uncomfortable, but you survived it. He never touched you. It was so long ago. He must be retired by now. It wasn’t your fault. There was nothing to be your fault. Nothing criminal happened. Nothing. It was so–

“(Y/N).”

You gasp. You snap up straight. The movie’s been paused. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t get your attention.” Jake says gently. 

Your heart sinks. “It’s…I’m just in my head.” You roughly run a hand through your hair. “So sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. What’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You stare at your knees.

Jake intertwines his fingers with yours. “It’s definitely substantial for you to be distracted like this.” He squeezes your hand. “I’m here.”

You smile sadly. “I don’t want to bring the vibe down.”

“Acquiring (Y/N) lore rivals catching bad guys as my favorite thing to do. Telling me about your feelings could never bring the vibe down. ”

A courteous dismissal gets tangled in your throat. Is that really what you want to say? 

Your free hand fiddles with the end of your hair. “I really don’t know how to talk about this.”

“Take all the time you need.”

You force a deep breath. “Your case threw me off.”

His eyebrows knit. “The teacher–creep one?”

You nod. “The teacher…you said he harassed a young woman who looked 16.”

He nods.

“It reminds me of an experience I had in high school when I was 17.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “How so?” He asks gently.

“There was… this science teacher– Mr. Johnston. One semester, I had to walk by his classroom everyday. I had to walk from my homeroom on the opposite end of the school, so sometimes I would get there right after the bell rang. When I was alone, he would always offer to walk me to class…even though it was only a couple doors down from his.”

Jake nods. 

“He said he was trying to make sure I didn’t get in trouble for tardiness…but he never told my teacher he walked me. And he did it even after he knew I wouldn’t get in trouble and that I was only going two doors down from his classroom.”

“That’s definitely weird.”

“He also used to do this weird thing where he would walk right behind me…I think it was supposed to be copying my walk to tease me. One day, he came up super close behind me– close enough to smell my perfume. All I could think about was how close to my ass he was.”

Anger cuts through Jake’s expression. “Did anyone see this?” 

“Some other teachers did. They didn’t see anything wrong with it…they laughed it off everytime. I guess they saw it as a harmless joke. But, it made me really uncomfortable. Everyday I would pray that he wouldn’t say hi to me or be weird and would just let me walk to class. I figured maybe I was crazy, making something out of nothing, but it just felt wrong. At the time, I tried to block it out, I had other stressors to deal with…but right after I graduated, I reflected on it and other stories I heard about him…and I was creeped out.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. Did you ever report this?”

“I confided in another teacher about it, but I never formally reported anything. I don’t know if he ever talked to his colleague about his behavior. Plus, I didn't think there was anything concrete to report.” You sigh. “It felt so wrong. I remember being so afraid of being alone in a room with him…he was a co-advisor for some extracurriculars I was a part of. There, he was always completely indifferent towards me but in those hallways in the morning…”

“With less people.” Jake notes. “And colleagues who didn’t take his behavior seriously.” 

You nod. 

“(Y/N), I’m so, so sorry. That isn’t okay.”

“I’m still not really sure if anything did happen to me. He didn’t touch me….he just…”

Jake shakes his head. “Followed you down hallways and got close to your body. That’s not okay.” He squeezes your hand again. “How did it make you feel?”

“Violated.” You admit.

Jake nods. “That’s what matters. How he made you feel matters. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

Tears well in your eyes. “Thanks, Jake.”

Jake offers you a tissue. “Do you know what ever happened to that teacher?”

You wipe your eyes. “I believe he retired…not 100% sure.”

His face hardens. “I can track him down if you like.”

“No, Jake…there’s nothing to report. No evidence. Just a dead-end case of “he said she said” from over 10 years ago. Even if I reported it earlier, I doubt anything could have happened.”

Jake groans. “This sucks. I’m sorry for what you went through. No one should feel uncomfortable with a teacher at school. Jesus, every time I think I get what women go through, I learn it’s worse than I imagined. I’m so, so sorry.”

You dab your eyes. “Thank you for not belittling what happened to me. It’s great to have someone like you...you don't downplay what I feel."

He kisses your nose. “It’s part of my boyfriend duties; it’s what I’m here for.”

You press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you for being a safe space to talk.”

He returns the peck. “Forever and always.”

Jake Peralta is a goofball. He can be messy– both literally and figuratively. But at the core of it all was a mensch’s heart. 

[writings-of-a-demigod]

“Hold the elevator!”

The officer in front of you pressed the open button but since you had your headphones on you couldn’t hear a thing. Jake walked into the elevator and you guessed he thanked the officer, he stood next to you.

He looked over at you and saw that you had no intention to remove the headphones he just waved and gave you a smile, you did the same. He could barely hear the music you were playing. Of course, Jake being the nosy person he is he wanted to know so he could bond with you.

But that didn’t happen in the elevator because the ride was short. To his luck he was partnered with you on a case and that gave him the advantage to bond with you.

“So I’ve been meaning to ask you.” He started when he approached your desk.

Your raised your head leaving the case file for a few minutes to give him your full attention.

“Yeah?”

“What were you listening to in the elevator this morning? I swear it was familiar.” He made a thinking face, like he was trying to remember the song even though he didn’t hear anything at all.

“Oh just some songs on a playlist I’m not sure.” you brushed him off because you knew his intentions and you didn’t want him to act crazy.

“Maybe you could send me the playlist?” he suggested hoping.

“When I get a breather.” You smiled then excused yourself.

After a full day you and Jake both agreed on a steak out, thinking it was the best choice to gather info before going in hot. You two were in your car.

“Why don’t we listen to something?” he of course turned on your music and the first thing he heard was ‘But I knew you, dancing in your Levi’s’

He gasped “You’re a swiftie?” with and open mouth and wide eyes.

You rolled your eyes “Yes, Jake I’m a swiftie.” You answered.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t want you to freak out but apparently you are.” you answered honestly.

“I promise I’m not freaking out.” He lied and both of you can tell.

After a minute of silence between you two.

“So you want to listen to evermore?” he asked you.

“Well of course I want to listen to evermore!”

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[fandomnerd9602]

I've got a bit of a different ask!! Could you write a little something where Roas Diaz from Brooklyn 99 (Stephanie Beatriz) finds out that her son Y/N is the Spider-Man of that dimension????

Rosa: what the hell?!

Y/N: ma?! you're home early

Rosa: you're Spider-Man?! oh thank God.

Y/N: what?

Rosa: I thought you were running around with a gang or something.

Jake wanders in...

Jake: hey Rosa what...holy s--t!! Spider-Man's your son?!

[specialagentlokitty]

Rosa x Autistic!reader - a bit awkward

Can you write Rosa Diaz x autistic!reader where reader is very shy but wants to meet Rosa's coworkers so she goes to the game night with them at Rosa's apartment, please? :) - Anon💜

Staring at your phone, you bounced your leg up and down as you looked at the message your girlfriend had sent you.

Rosa: you don’t have to come if you don’t want. Your choice.

Rosa was having her game night with her squad, and you were supposed to be going there to drop some stuff off for her.

You wanted to meet her team and get to know them all, but at the same time you were nervous about it.

You didn’t deal well with people at all, you got really nervous and shy around them and found it hard to talk, but you knew with Rosa there it would be easier.

She could keep them away from you and she could always tell when you were getting a little bit too uncomfortable with something or someone.

And you still had a few hours until they would arrive, so at the same time you could also just hide in her bedroom until they all left.

Nodding to yourself, you sent her a reply.

You: I’m coming over I don’t know if I want to take part yet, I’ll be there soon!

With that, you stuffed your phone away, grabbed your jacket, keys and the bag of stuff Rosa had ask for and made your way to her apartment.

You let yourself in with the spare key and set the stuff on the couch, and leant over, kissing the top of your head.

“Thanks babe.” She smiled.

“You’re much welcome, when do they all come?”

“Not for another like two hours.”

Nodding, you walked around and sat next to Rosa, curling yourself into her side and she wrapped her arm around you, running her fingers through your hair.

“You don’t have to be here you know.”

“I know but they’re important to you, and I want to meet them. I just… might be a little awkward.”

“That’s why I’m saying you don’t have to be here moron.”

You laughed softly, resting your head in her lap you looked up at her and smiled, taking her hand in yours you laced your fingers together.

Rosa stared down at you and you smiled a little brighter.

“I love you.”

“You too.”

You smiled brightly up at her.

Rosa was awkward when it came to affection, she had told you she loved you, but she felt more comfortable replying with something else, and you were okay with that.

You were a bit awkward too.

You spent time with her on the couch until finally it came time for her friends to arrive and she lead you through to the bedroom.

Rosa made sure you had snacks and drinks and one of her hoodies, and she sat on the bed next to you.

“Text me if you want ti come out okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. I will don’t worry.”

“You’ll be okay?”

You nodded.

“I’ll be alright.”

Rosa nodded and quickly leant down, kissing you and she pulled away with a grumble when the door went.

“Alright I’ll come check on you.”

“Have fun!”

She grumbled again and you laughed.

Rosa left and closed the door.

You spent maybe an hour watching tv and snacking, Rosa and checked up on you once, but now you were debating what to do.

You could hear them laughing and having fun, and you slowly picked up your phone.

You: I want to come out for a little while.

Rosa: are you sure?

You: I think so..

Rosa: give me a minute.

A few seconds later Rosa came inside and she stood in front of you, brow raised.

“I want to meet them.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. Come on.”

Rosa held out her hand and you took it, wrapping your fingers around hers you let her lead you out of the room.

No one noticed at first, until someone in the kitchen turned around and gasped.

“Who’s this?!” He squealed.

“Shut up Boyle!” Rosa hissed.

Everyone went quiet and turned around, and you shuffled behind rosa a little bit.

“Who’s that?” A man asked.

Rosa sighed.

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). She wanted to meet you all but she’s shy, so if any of you make her uncomfortable I will break your bones.”

Everyone laughed nervously and you smiled at her.

They introduced themselves and Amy gestured to the seat next to her.

“You can sit here if you like.”

Nodding, you padded over and sat next to her.

“What’s it like dating Rosa?” Jake asked.

“Jake!” Rosa snapped.

You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“It’s uh.. it’s nice. Good.” You said.

Everyone smiled and nodded, and much to Rosa’s dismay they kept asking questions and you happily answered them.

But she didn’t say anything, because slowly she could see you getting more and more comfortable as the time went off, and you began to take part in games.

When you needed a break, you’d wonder away but you would always come back

[pretendfan]

Brooklyn 99

{Season 1 episode 22}

Unsolvable

Decided that I’m going to rework a scene from this episode which I LOVE so story is gonna be reader POV and she works at 99 and is unhappy with the fact Jake has bought a date to the Shaw’s bar, cue Amy and Rosa helping her 🤣 chaos will ensue…

{no one asked for this but I wanna write it always wanted to so here we are question my sanity please}

[taylor9736]

Requests always open !!

What I do not do: smut

Fandoms I write for:

Harry Potter

Grey’s Anatomy

The Maze Runner

The Hunger Games

Percy Jackson

Marvel

Ginny and Georgia

Gilmore Girls

Scream

Fear Street

Brooklyn 99

Stranger Things

Lost

The Queen’s Gambit

The Vampire Diaries

The Artful Dodger

Love Actually

Nanny McPhee

Outer Banks

Anne With an E

Never Have I Ever

Enola Holmes

A Good Girls Guide to Murder

I write gxg, bxg, bxgn, gxgn.

Thank you !!

P.S if your fandom isn’t on here I’m open to anything !!

[stanathanxoox]

Take Me Home

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Anonymous asked:

Hi! Would you mind making a fic where Rosa has an autistic girlfriend (reader) and Reader gets overwhelmed and has a meltdown in public and everyone is staring and whispering and Rosa threatens to kill everyone before she calms Reader down and takes her home and they're safe together?

Thank you! :)) 💛

You thought you were having a good day, so when Rosa had asked you to go out with her to run a couple of errands you had agreed, wanting nothing more than to spend time with her. However, that all seemed to crash and burn about an hour and a half into the errands, you were in the middle of trying to find the correct change for the lady standing waiting impatiently behind the register and you heard her mutter under her breath “God why do people have to be so damn stupid?” that was it for you, you're suddenly gasping for air as you slam down the correct change and grabbing your purchases before you push your way through the crowd behind you.  Gasping for air once you exit the store you fall in a heap on the ground as sobs wreck their way through your body. You feel a hand on your back and you know whose it is, but still it’s not enough to stop the sobbing

“Oh my sweet Y/N” Rosa whispers before she turns and glowers at the crowd muttering around you

“If you all don’t move away from here I will literally kill each and every one of you. Have you no compassion?” she threatens and you sniffle

“Rosa?” you ask

“Yes babe?” she responds her attention fully on you again

“Take me home please” you whisper, voice cracking on the last word and she nods, doing exactly as you request.

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[ash4prez]

i don’t want romeo and juliet, i want that jake peralta and amy santiago type of shi. istg they are couple goals!! messy x perfectionist, dog x cat, competitive x more competitive ‼️

smh if he doesn’t look at me the way jake looks at amy i don’t want it.

[niabiabloop]

This man 🥵

𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

[mrlxys]

•°. *࿐ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊

➣ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! jake peralta x fem!insecure!reader

➣ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! body dysmorphia, mental health issues

➣ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ! i have no idea what this is

━━ SUMMARY :: that little voice in your head wins

➺ ❛ ⌗ impossible love & friends to strangers ❜

You took a deep breath as you closed your book, putting it away as you got tired. It was almost time to leave, so you just scrolled on your phone for a bit.

“Y/N!” None other than Gina Linetti yelled to grab your attention. She succeeded. You looked up as she motioned for you to come over. You got on your feet, and walked over with a small smile, “The crew’s going for drinks later, you know, the usual, but I’ve heard you don’t want to come?”

“Uh—yeah,” You nodded as your brows furrowed, “Why?” Gina took a deep breath as she looked at you with a certain look that you read as ‘seriously?’.

“You’ve been missing out on going anywhere with us; is something up?” Gina intertwined her hands as she looked up at you, eyeing you, “Nope, I’m perfectly fine.” The lie immediately left your lips as you shrugged, “Just a bit tired. I’ve never been one for hangouts, anyway.”

“Mhm.” She nodded unconvinced, motioning as to tell you ‘okay, go’. You put on the smile you had and returned to your desk, sitting down in your seat. You then heard a loud laugh, making you turn your head in the sounds direction. It was Amy and Jake talking, Amy seemingly laughing at something Jake had said.

You involuntarily formed a sad smile, then looked away before anyone could see you look at them. If someone knew, you thought repeatedly. God, how you had the biggest crush on Jake. It started as a giddy middle school crush, before it turned into something more. It was long before Amy ans Jake got together, so it was so hard to try to make your feelings disappear. Not to mention you and Jake are very close friends.

Jake and Amy were the perfect couple. You would never do anything to damage their relationship, no matter what. Yes, you and Jake were close, but you and Amy were also friends. Sabotaging their relationship would be the last thing you would ever do. You wouldn’t blame Jake for getting with Amy, anyway. She was so incredibly smart, let alone gorgeous. You’re not jealous of Amy, but you just aspire to be like her.

“N/N!” Jake clapped in front of you, making you jump in your seat, “What the hell?” You furrowed your brows as you looked up at him. He crossed his arms as he looked concerned and serious at the same time, “Why’re you not going anywhere with us?” He asked as he narrower his eyes at you.

“I’m just not in the mood,” You sighed to stand up, before he pushed you back onto the chair. You tilted your head in confusion, “I’m being honest, Peralta.” You shook your head with a shrug.

“I somehow find that hard to believe.” He let out a breath as he grabbed a chair. He sat in front of you. You knew how this was gonna go. He wouldn’t leave you alone, bug you with questions before you finally admit what was up. Not this time, though. You literally could not bear to let your heart break even more, especially seeing them somewhere other than work. Besides, you wouldn’t have had a chance either way.

Your insecurities would get the best of you, and not let it down until you distanced yourself from him and eventually breakup. Well, that’s not how your relationships went. It’s what you were told during those relationships that affected you and made you the way you are.

“Y’know how lucky you are to be with me?”

“You were always something to pass time with.”

“Look at you. Why would I be with you out of all people?”

The memories flashed, causing you to swallow a lump in your throat. His hand went on yours, “Just tell me.” He was genuinely concerned. Jake always cared about his friends, something you loved about him. Loved, shit, you freaked out and stammered, “I gotta go.” You grabbed your bag and strutted to the elevator in a hurry. You felt everyone’s eyes on you, and you just closed your eyes as you walked into the elevator, before Jake threw one of Scullys’ bag of chips to keep the elevator opened.

“Okay, seriously, what is up with you?” He stopped the elevator, then turned to you. He cornered you, making your breath hitch, “What’s up with you?” You chuckled in disbelief as your hands pushed him away softly. He tilted his head in confusion now, “Just—leave me alone.” You turned to the button, until Jake grabbed your wrists.

“You should know me better than that,” He said as he blocked your view of the controls, “Please tell me.” He pleaded. You shook your head and backed up, suddenly feeling suffocated. Your mental health has gone to shit a while ago, your insecurities piling up with every passing minute, and the urge to breakdown was too much; not to mention overthinking. Sure, you may have overreacted before, but you had time to think about that later. Right now, all you wanted to do is get away from Jake Peralta.

You stayed quiet, head down, while you fidgeted with your fingers. He dropped his head back as a soft sigh left his lips. He knew you were stubborn, but usually he would’ve gotten through to you by now, “Is it really that scary you don’t wanna tell me?”

You looked up at him, giving him an answer without saying a word. He nodded, then moved to let you press the button, yet you paused, “If I could tell you, I would, but I’m not that kind of person.” Then pressed the button.

The next day was the same, yet you stayed quiet. You were more introverted than usual as you tugged the the hem of your sweater’s sleeves, in deep thought. You wondered if yesterday could’ve gone differently, but it couldn’t have. You felt Jake’s eyes on you, but you didn’t dare to even glance in his direction. You were finishing up paperwork, then got up to go to Captain Holt’s office.

“Y/N,” Gina grabbed you, making you almost lose your balance, “Hm?” You hummed. Rosa was stood beside you, making you jump a bit. Then, Rose hit your shoulder without warning, “What gives?” You hit her back, making her give you a glare you know wasn’t real.

“Did you tell Jake?” Gina sang. You knitted your brows together, obviously confused. Rosa sighed, “Did you tell Jake you wanted him in way too many ways?” She said casually. Your eyes widened and looked around to make sure no one heard, and thankfully, no one did.

“Say it louder, why don’t you?” You sarcastically stated as you crossed your arms, “Also, obviously not.” You continued.

“Well, why not?” Gina said as if it wasn’t obvious enough. “He is dating someone. I can’t ruin that, why would I? I don’t have a chance, anyway.” You shrugged, “Let it go. I’m not really bothered with this, and you both shouldn’t be either.”

“Yeah,” Gina hummed, “no.” She then continued, getting a nod from Rosa. “They’ve been talking about taking a ‘break’ for a bit, because they’ve been busy with work.” Rosa turned to you.

“That’s their business, and I will not interfere, so neither should you two!” You pointed at them with your index finger. You then walked back to your desk, ditching the idea to go to Captain Holt. Thankfully, it was time to leave, so you took your things and made you way to the elevator. And this time, Jake didn’t throw a bag of chips.

You were in your apartment, on the couch while you waited your pizza to arrive to start the movie. Then, the doorbell rang. Expecting it to be your order, you grabbed your cash and walked to the door, opening it to find Jake.

While you were about to slam the door shut, he put his hand on the door and pushed it open. You walked back to your couch, not saying a word as he shut the door, “Talk to me.” He sighed as you stayed quiet. You were in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, with your hair in a ponytail. “What do you want me to say?” You faintly said, trying so incredibly hard to not look at him.

“Whatever it is that’s bothering you.” He honestly spoke, “I can’t do that.” You finally turned to him, the gap between you two not being much—catching you off guard. As you were about to turn and look down as you’ve done before, his thumb and index finger held your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “I can’t,” You tilted your head ever so slightly, the words coming out as a whisper.

Before he let out a word, the bell rang. You swallowed a lump that formed in your throat, then stood up and walked to the door. You grabbed the cash beforehand, then opened the door to find a sweet woman with a pizza box, “Thank you,” You mumbled with a smile, then softly shut the door and walked back to the couch.

“Y/N—“

“No, you seriously don’t understand; I actually can’t tell you. It’s best if I don’t, Jake.” You cut him off before he can say anything. He doesn’t understand how much you being in his mere presence hurts you so much. You wouldn’t dream of ruining what makes Jake happy, not to mention Amy. Amy was such a kind and special person, you were honestly relieved Jake was dating her.

You then felt him intertwine your hands, making you look up at him with a confused expression, “I understand.” He nodded as he locked eyes with you. You mirrored his soft nod, as you cupped his cheek before being able to stop yourself. Your eyes widened just a bit before going back to your previous expression; trying to not make your thoughts obvious.

“I really can’t,” You whispered as tears welled up in your eyes, although they weren’t very obvious. He nodded and got up, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His lips formed into a thin line, making you suck in a breath.

As soon as he was out the door, tears freely rolled down your cheeks. Your knees were pulled to your chest, then grabbed the remote to put on your comfort movie. Everything has gone to crap—everything except your job, that is.

Mental health? Long gone.

Love life? Never existed.

Friendships? Either distance or are just fake.

Insecurities? Piling up by the passing second.

Life is truly not worth it.

──── 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . !

[writings-of-a-demigod]

“Hey Y/n what are you doing here?” Jake got up from his chair to greet you when he saw you enter the bullpen.

“Hey Jake” you greeted “I’m here for Amy, we got a lunch date today” You informed him.

“Oh yeah I think she mentioned that but must’ve slipped off my mind.” He told you smiling.

“Jake check this out” Boyle came in holding a case file, when he looked up he saw you standing next to Jake talking.

“Oh hey Y/n how are you doing?” He smiled and shook your hand.

“Hey Boyle, I’m doing good and you?” You smiled back.

“Great just need to steal Jake from you.” He apologized.

“It’s okay here comes my sister we’re about to head out. Nice to see you guys.” You waved at them.

“Nice to see you too” they both replied walking away discussing the case.

Amy was getting her things ready to leave when you approached her desk.

“Hey Y/n sorry you had to wait I was talking to Holt about something.” She apologized then she hugged you.

“It’s okay take your time. I was just talking to Jake and Charles.”

She closed her drawer then stood straight “Okay I’m ready let’s go.”

You both reached the restaurant and sat down to order since Amy already booked a table for the both of you earlier this week.

“We’re sharing right?” You asked.

“Oh yeah what are you feeling?” Amy asked looking over the menu.

“Definitely pasta.”

After ordering and catching up on the case she was working with you felt a little easy to tell your sister what you wanted to tell her these past months. She was always supportive of all your brothers and parents and not to mention she was your best friend growing up. Amy was always the first person you call if you ever got good or bad news. She was always the first to know and that did pissed your mother sometimes but she just had to deal with it.

“So Amy the reason I wanted to have a lunch date is because I wanted to talk to you about something.” You started.

You didn’t know how you’re going to open the topic but it was now or never. You didn’t want to tell her or anyone else in your family but seeing as she’s the most understanding and how close you two are it was now or never.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked worried.

“Ok here’s the thing I’ve graduated months ago and applied to so many jobs and I still didn’t get a yes yet, I’m so tired of waiting and I’m slowly losing hope.”

“Oh Y/n I’m sorry to hear about that. Does mom and dad know?” She asked.

“No, they don’t and I don’t plan on telling them any time soon.” You answered honestly “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to drop this on you like that it’s just I needed to talk to someone about this.”

“Oh no don’t worry about that, listen I’ve got some connections to different places you can apply there and I can talk to someone to check look over your resume, okay?” She gave you a soft smile.

“Yeah that sounds good. Thanks Ams.” You smiled at her.

“That’s what big sisters are for.”

*Gif not mine*

A/N: This was requested by an anonymous source thank you my angle for this!

[ilyrafe]

after seeing so much one direction content these past couple of days, it got me thinking. one direction really was the last boyband to ever happen. no one will ever come close to what they did in only six years. it’s a once in a generation kind of thing to happen. they didn’t even win the x factor and ended up being the show’s biggest act, 14 years later.

yes, they were manufactured, but at the same time, they were the least manufactured band to ever exist in recent times. they didn’t dance, they weren’t actually meant to be a band, they got everything they had because of charisma and talent. these boys were so talented and charismatic. they didn’t really dress the same, they were working class teenagers with a dream and they did it. and it was beautiful.

after seeing their statements, it’s finally downing on me that one direction is really over and i will never see all five of them together again. 11 year old me is absolutely devastated, and so is 24, almost 25 year old me.

the fangirl in me never went anywhere, it turns out. i still have my 1d concert tickets (the only one i went to and zayn was still in the band!), my albums and dvds, books, theater tickets and every once in a while i would take them out of the box and reminisce of the good old days, never thinking i would mourn one of them so soon. i genuinely thought i would be way older when they would go.

i can’t help but feel so sad that liam’s last years were so erratic and horrible. he was hurting deeply and he deeply hurt other people, and there is no excuse for what he did. i mourn what he once was, what he could have been and how it all ended up being. i take maya’s allegations seriously and i encourage you to do the same. what she is going through right now is impossible to imagine.

for those saying they’re glad “an abuser died”, think about what you’re saying. his death helps no one. his victims will never get justice, he will not take accountability for his actions. no one will ever get closure.

for those saying they feel bad for hating or mocking him, you really should. he was called an opportunist for showing up at the boys’ concerts and yet, when harry would do it, everyone loved it.

liam wasn’t perfect, he fucked up a lot, but like anyone, he had the right to, at the very least, apologize. 31 is too young, and no one deserves to go like this.

all i think about is his little son, who will grow up without his dad. no kid should ever lose their parent, especially at such an young age. the fact that he never once exposed his son to the media (like many celebrities do) to protect his privacy tells me that he loved his boy and knew all too well the damage this exposure would cause.

i saw that some 1d songs are trending again, and as much as i would love to take the day to listen to them, it is too soon. i haven’t been able to watch friends since matthew perry died, haven’t been able to watch brooklyn 99 since andre bragher died and will not be able to listen to 1d for a while.

it’s too soon.

call me dramatic, i don’t really care. the most magical part of my adolescence has ended tragically and i am really at a loss.

for those who are conflicted as i am, take your time. it is okay to be sad he’s gone and, at the same time, feel disappointed or even angry. it is okay to mourn and, at the same time, support maya.

edit: i would also like to express my support to his parents, sisters, cheryl, kate and friends.