#charles holt x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

clinging to the only manor guest who makes you feel safe various idv charas + you (platonic)

for @ninacottoncandy

🦈✈️🧲🔗❤️‍🩹

Here are the reader's traits described in the original ask: You have grown really attached to them and won't let them go, following them like a lost duckling. They're the only one you act energetic around, while you're shy and scared around others. It's later revealed that you were neglected back home resulting in abandonment issues.

🦈 Leo

Leo sees something in you that he can't exactly pinpoint. Maybe you fill a loss that he's tucked into the crevasses of his memory. Maybe you represent a second chance at one of his lingering regrets. Whatever it is, he swears that no harm will come to you as long as he's around.

He sneaks you the universal passcode to the arms factory's exit gates, with instructions written in his messy scrawl: "Play the game. Do what they ask. Use for emergensy only." It's not the first time he's been punished for breaking the rules, but that's a trivial thing if it means protecting you.

Before your first game, he brings you a gift, a crude little thing that's obviously handmade. It's a miniature red-and-purple striped rocket chair made for dolls. You find it a little childish, but Leo attaches a story to it: "If bad guy catches you. 1, 2, 3, blast off. Trapped again."

That's a bit grim, but cute, you suppose. You're not sure why he gave it to you, though.

✈️ Charles

As a man of few words and a perpetual poker face, his fondness for you might not be that obvious. But he finds you terribly endearing. He doesn't mind having you in his shadow at all. It won't be long before he starts feeling very protective of you.

In an attempt to get closer to him, one day you ask to try out his jetpack. He's always tinkering with the thing, so he must have a lot to say about it, right? The moment you reach for it, something in Charles snaps, and with a panicked shout he knocks you off it before cradling his device tightly in his arms. With that look of abject terror in his eyes, one would think you were trying to murder his baby. You never thought it was even possible for him to raise his voice like that.

The truth is, he couldn't have cared less about the jetpack. He was worried about losing someone else to his faulty machine. The guilt for frightening you plagues him for weeks after. He dedicates the next few months to working on a device that stabilizes his hand tremors. Not for his own sake, but because he can't bear to disappoint you—he wants to build something safer for you to try, and needs a reliable hand to do it.

🧲 Norton

Finds it bothersome. He has an unspoken agreement with the rest of the manor to steer clear of each other, what’s not clicking for you? He doesn’t exactly radiate sunshine and rainbows. Why you got attached to him of all people is something he can’t wrap his head around.

He won’t go out of his way to talk to you, which you can consider a small mercy from him. If forced he’ll bluntly shut down the idea of being your “protector” or whatever role you’ve arbitrarily assigned to him. He’s not here to babysit anyone, especially not for free. Doesn’t matter what your story is.

It seems like the best way to win his favor is by giving him space. And start hoping he’ll warm up with time. With the manor's stretches of eternity in store for you, you can certainly spare the wait.

🔗 Ada & ❤️‍🩹 Emil

The first time you begin yearning for them remains clear in your memory. They're huddled together over the kitchen stove, morning sun filtering through the open window. Ada explains how to flip an omelette while Emil is paying more attention to her gentle hands than her technique. Once in a while their soft giggles rise above the sound of sizzling oil.

Watching them, suddenly you aren't at the manor anymore. You're in one of those big, bright two-story houses from the stories you read as a child, the ones with the perfect families and happy endings to every trouble that comes their way. Ada and Emil probably don't even realize how picture-perfect they look in this moment, how similar they are to the families you thought only existed once upon a time. Their love makes you jealous, but you crave it just as much.

Sharp as always, Ada is quick to notice you observing them. You fear a round of questioning but instead she says, "Good morning. Do you want something? How do you like your eggs?" and Emil pipes in a second later with "Onions okay?"

It's such a casual sentiment, but it takes you aback. Most manor guests aren't glowing examples of neighborly people, you've learned that the hard way. But your wishful thinking gets the better of you, so you play along. They bring out a plate of your breakfast and sit with you at the table. You remember thinking, even if they are tricking you and these eggs are poisoned and you never wake up again, it would be nice to go with this fairy tale family as your last memory. But you get to enjoy a delicious breakfast and the remaining hours of the day without issue.

The same thing happens the next morning, and the one after that.

Emil's prowess with the frying pan drastically improves as the days go by, and soon he starts waking up ahead of Ada to surprise her. Some days include you, with him gently nudging you out of bed, eager smile on his face as he teaches you all the cooking tricks Ada taught him. He also shows you a notepad he keeps, with lists titled: Ada favorites. Good food for a bad day. Restront menus (make at home). And a new addition: What (Y/N) likes.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Pay-what-you-want request: Charles Holt x Reader

Rating: Teen | Warnings: none

“I need a ham and cheese on a toast plain bagel!” Shouting the latest ticket, “Pickles, where is that steak I called for?!”

“Heard!”

“Not, heard, where is?!”

“It was sent out!” Say the other cook, “Forgot to take the ticket down.”  Taking the ticket down and placing the fish and chips dish on the window, “Order of fish and chips with no salt!”

“Gotcha!” Says a waiter then comes over quickly with a tray of drinks and grabs the dish.

Busy lunch hours are normal for the spot named Sky’s The Limit, a diner where the place’s usual customers are the skyscraper construction workers, all hard-working men.

It is not the type of place to get rowdy in, something Charles appreciates as he drinks his glass of beer at the end of the diner counter, a diner-style on the inside but looks like a bar on the outside. From what he heard, this place used to be a bar before the owner’s daughter took over after the old man’s death. Though many (including Charles) were skeptical of the change, she did a complete one-eighty of the place.

Still selling alcohol at least eased some worries.

“Good to see you here again, Holt, " The owner, you with a smile, greeted him. You had to greet your favorite customer after coming out of the back room (it used to be the old poker den before being turned into a small break room for employees). “Usually, a pale ale goes well with some steak and sliced potatoes.”

He hums in response as he takes a sip of his ale not speaking as usual. He sits here and you do the talking, that is the normal thing.

“Or, perhaps some potato pancakes with cheese,” Tapping your chin with your index finger, “I could make a quick batch of certain someone would tell me about his day.” Leaning against the man a bit to give a hint.

“Making it hard for a man to say no.” Eyes on his half-full glass of liquor. “I can pay.”

“I know but you know the rules.” Giggling at him grumbling as he turns his head away so you won't see the blush on his dirty cheeks. “I'll be back in a few minutes, darlin’!” A nickname that you say so easily with him.

True to your word, you come out moments later with the stack of pancakes on a freshly cleaned plate and a glass refill of pale ale. You slip into your seat, a habit by now when you see him at his table. It took a while to get this comfortable with him, or rather him getting comfortable to do this. 

“Now, spill!” Leaning on the table.

Charles Holt, you cannot say what or how you became this close to the man but you are glad you did. The man is quiet, keeping to himself, and paying his bill with a tip on the side when he can. Your father knew the man, small talk and all back when this place was a bar, and you were curious about the man your father said would ‘be a perfect match if he had money’— Not that it should matter! You have plenty of money with the diner and the minor investment you make.

But you are not one to want to marry yet or be stuck with caring for children, it never appealed to you that sort of a ‘happy ending’. You have goals and aspirations, something you wonder if Mr. Holt does too.

The conversation goes on until it starts to get dark outside, and more customers come for the late dinner hour. Another day spent with him, there will be plenty of other days just like this one.

“Good luck, by the way, Charles.” Collecting the dishes, “Be sure to write to me.”

It is a shame this invitation will be taking him away for a time, you can only hope it lifts the weight on the man’s heart.

[iliketopgun]

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

[veryberryjelly]

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

[ateotd-izzy]

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

☾

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

[thewinterpoet2]

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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[madwomansapologist]

Hello! I noticed that you have Brooklyn nine nine in your masterlist

As a fan of B99, May I request a wholesome headcanon of Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, Charles Boyle and Terrence Jeffords' reaction of meeting the reader who is captain Raymond Holt and kevin cosner's adoptive child and is working in the 99th precinct

Sorry if this is long

99th precint meeting Kevin & Holt adoptive child would include

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synopsis: The squad already knew that Raymond Holt is a man of few words, but who would have thought that he had a child?

warnings: none. gender neutral. no race implied. no age implied. like jake and amy, everyone deserves to feel like Holt and Kevin's kid. all b99 detectives included. reader have Holt and Kevin's personality.

Dear 99th Precint, I proudly inform you that today will be my child's first day of work as a rookie cop in our precinct. Don't embarrass me. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.

• No one had ever heard Raymond talking about having a child. They never saw a photo of them on his house. Kevin never mentioned something. Or have them? No. No, they didn't.

• Even Gina was surprised. She was mean about it, of course, but she didn't knew anything.

• When Holt arrived, everyone was waiting for him on his office. Peralta tried to play cool before asking, but soon Terry was screaming about how could he have a child and didn't say anything to them.

Haymond answered without blinking an eye: "Peralta would make it weird." Everyone understood. "Hey!" Everyone except Peralta. "But why you don't have pictures with them on your house?" Amy asked. "Are you implying I would forget my child's face, Santiago?" Holt was clearly offended.

• You arrived apologizing for being three minutes and seven seconds late. Rosa widened her eyes, muttering about you being his copy. Holt smiled at that comment.

• Jake tried to act like a cool big brother but as soon as you opened your mouth he was fangirling over you. You made a mental note about calling him "bro" if you ever needed something from him or wanted to make him happy. Every single little thing you did was a reason for him to smile widely.

• Terry offered to show you the place, and told you everyone's name. He was all sweet and polite, acting like the dad of the squad. Well, he was. Terry made questions about your training and abillities. He was trying to show off, and it was working.

• Amy was affraid of saying something wrong. Amy danced when you said your father talked about her, and immediately regreted that. All her atempts of acting cool were imterrupted by Gina's jokes. She almost cried when you refered to her as your father's apprentice.

• Hitchcock and Scully thought you were already working with them. They didn't get what was happening. Holt was so glad when they went to took a nap.

• You and Rosa sat down and spent thirty minutes in absolute silence. It was the best experience of your entire life.

• Gina was waiting for you in the hallway of the bathroom. She asked if you wanna form a alliance with her. You obviously said yes, despite not knowing what she really meant by that.

• You were surprised for not meeting Boyle. On your lunch break, you realized why: he had rushed to prepare a meal for the two of you. He and Terry got into a fight about food while you were eating. It was exactly like your father told you. It was perfect.

• You have a nice feeling about working there.

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Squad Shenanigans

Someone Say... BeetleJuice?

-when Jake and reader come up with a plan to surprise Charles, BeetleJuice appears.

(no pairings. just chaos.)

[writings-of-a-demigod]

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.

*gif doesn't belong to me*

[todayontumblr]

Saturday, September 9.

The time-aware among you will see this morning that today is Saturday, September 9. But the observant among you will have noticed that today is 9-9 Day.

And if you thought that we weren't going to use that as an excuse to commemorate the magnificent #brooklyn 99, all weekend long, we've got news for you.

[pretendfan]

Jake Peralta x F! reader

Almost as if by magic officer Jake Peralta was gifted decent coffee at work practically every day, and it always put him in a good mood courtesy of you his desk buddy, only he still had yet to realise why this was actually happening much to their squads mutual annoyance.

Until Jake spots another guys name and digits on his styrofoam cup at first acting indifferent, but soon realising he’s jealous so it’s time to do some detective work of his own, and get to the bottom of this mystery…

{Coffee is for closers}

~Two~

Thanks to falling back asleep again after your alarm you were feeling both flustered and annoyed, unable to start this day just right you were already in a bad mood, which follows you all the way to the subway station and even to the elevators in the precinct.

Without your nice coffee in hand you would have to suffer the offering in the break room, which was usually cheap and old having been left out in the pot for too long, the thought of drinking that alone enhances your mood towards the negative ten fold.

Add to this the fact that Jake wouldn’t be arriving into work until after lunchtime, you weren’t looking forward to this shift at all especially seeing how you had to go back out with Rosa, yet again the memory of yesterday afternoon reappearing in your mind.

Julius had been very surprised to see you twice in one day, it was usually unheard of yet there you were and your once favourite barista had even more to say, which went in one ear and out of the other because you weren’t confident enough to follow it through.

In a work situation you found spending time with Jake fine, the pair of you worked well and it got the job done, but to approach him socially the very idea made you want to run in the other direction, afraid of rejection or even worse your desk buddy laughing in your face.

This very notion alongside the elevator doors opening super slowly, you welcome the distraction that falls upon you when Boyle appears wearing a pair of white feathery wings, over his work clothes with a silver halo headband to complete the look.

“Is this an undercover outfit or is it Halloween again?” You ask him with a smile as he shakes his head with an excited giggle.

“I was just checking out lost property and came across these wings don’t they look good!” Boyle explains with a wink and a wiggle of his shoulders, as if he was about to take off in flight.

“They look something-“

“Boyle, if I can’t say the things that are occupying my thoughts right now I’m gonna go insane!” Gina cuts in with an exasperated look on her face but clocking you it changes instantly.

“Wow, you look so bad can I talk about just how bad you look right now instead?” Gina shouts grabbing onto your arm, whilst ignoring the phone at her desk which was ringing loudly.

“Please don’t-“

“Boyle please take off that outfit it’s distracting others.” Terry asks with a sharp look at his colleague, desperately trying not to laugh which was proving hard so he turns around instead.

“I can’t work in these conditions!” Gina yells as she stalks back over to her desk, snatching the offending phone up off its cradle in record speed.

Boyle was definitely on some kind of high all morning, seeing how he still hadn’t removed those damn wings which had now put Terry in a bad mood, yet the officer persisted much to your annoyance.

Gina meanwhile was sending messages to the group chat that even had Boyle in, so he could read her hurtful words as she went full-Linetti, giggling as she furiously typed on her keyboard with the whole office rolling their eyes.

You smirk to yourself as you start to think of Jake defending Boyle, at first of course but then even adding a few teasing comments himself, because he never went as far as Gina nobody could ever match her sarcastic prowess even you it truly was a gift sometimes.

Luckily Holt was out of the office for meetings which meant that Terry was in charge, trying to control Boyle who was truly in such an annoying mood, which is proven when the sergeant carries the smaller officer off into the break room with apparent ease.

“Can you carry me around next?” Gina asks Terry from across the office but he fails to respond with an answer.

You roll your eyes then notice the look on Rosa’s face, making you stand up from your desk ready to roll because your colleague also looked super pissed, which meant the current investigation they were on had hit a problem.

“I don’t like the alibi that Mrs Rose had and her ex husband is not answering my calls which annoys me as you know.” Rosa states as you hit her desk with a simple nod.

“I didn’t believe that Bobby hated her ex husband as much as she said-“

“Always the romantic!” Cuts in Rosa with a snort as she grabs her phone and they start heading out.

“Yeah but not in real life.” You retort with a sigh watching as Boyle reappears in the office, finally without his wings but he is now on a private call with a huge grin on his face…

Standing outside of the coffee shop Jake regrets a lot of things, from being here in the first place to drinking way too much alcohol last night, he had a lot on his mind and somehow it all came back to you his desk buddy.

Having just spoken with Boyle who confirmed you were both in the office, and in a good mood Jake recalled the conversation he had with his best friend at the bar, finally admitting that someone was on his mind a lot but working together with them was a negative obviously.

Cue flashback to Jake dating another cop from a different precinct, him bringing officer Collins to the nine-nine and it being a huge disaster, them working together had been conflicting to the relationship especially seeing how neither of them were on the same page.

“Me and Jake are going to start looking at places soon-“

“But my apartment is so cheap!” Cuts in Jake noticing the look on Boyle’s face as Emily rolls her eyes.

“Yes, but you need a kick in the right direction and I’m just the girl to do it!” Emily states firmly catching the attention of Terry who walks over.

“I get a say in this-“

“Couples should talk things through how long have you two been together?” Terry cuts off Jake.

“Barely three months-“

“Over seven actually.” Emily informs Jake with a glare as he tries to smile an apology, but the look on her face was really something.

“It’s still early days we’re just having fun right?” Jake questions but again it’s the wrong one when Emily literally stamps her foot on the ground.

“I want a relationship not a fuck buddy-“

“Some people are actually trying to work here!” Y/n yells from across the pen, with a pointed look on her face.

“I think we should take this outside.” Jake nods at you and then addresses Emily again who has her mouth set in a thin line.

“Is it worth it? I think we should just break up-“

“What here right now!” Jake interjects with a hint of sarcasm, knowing that he should’ve gone with his detective gut all along.

“Yes, get out-“

“Er, this is my place of work.” Jake snorts turning round to look at you, but you’re hiding behind a thick purple binder.

“Ok, so I will leave then!” Emily shouts angrily.

“What is happening-“

“I’m leaving and you won’t see me ever again Jake, this was supposed to be a good day and I was willing to wait for you to grow up but here we are.” Emily snaps back.

“There is nothing wrong with Jake but it’s obvious you two are mismatched, let me show you out.” Boyle states in an adult voice that makes Jake go still, and Emily nod in agreement as he finally leaves the pen.

“Nothing to see here move along!” Jake calls out when he notices Terry, Gina and even you reappear from behind your binder.

“That was a lot.” Gina begins with a chuckles as she elaborates that “I should know but damn it Jake you don’t meet potential dates at work.”

“Hey, I met one of my ex wives here-“

“See! Do you want to end up like Hitchcock I think I already know the answer to that.” Gina explains with a knowing smile on her face.

“The answer is of course yes!” Laments Hitchcock with a knowing grin.

“I need to get out of here.” Jake groans because it was his day off after all, and now he suddenly had some free time on his hands.

“Have you not gone in there yet?” Boyle questions quickly alerting Jake, who had been locked down in his own thoughts.

“Clearly I’m waiting for you-“

“I can’t believe that we are actually doing this!” Boyle exclaims happily talking over Jake with excitement in his eyes.

“You are doing this Boyle I’m not going in there you just need to get some intel.” States Jake diplomatically.

“This feels like we’re back in high school exchanging letters in class and I’m here for it-“

“Cut it out! Just go in there and get some coffee’s, but one has to have extra caramel syrup don’t forget.” Jake informs Boyle who smiles happily back.

“I can’t wait to see y/n’s face when you give her the coffee, and then finally ask her out for a drink don’t forget!” Boyle claps his hands with obvious glee.

“This isn’t like one of those books you read Boyle this is real life.” Jake reminds him with an eye roll.

“But what’s wrong with some romance? You should totally get her flowers as well!” Boyle cries out whilst Jake wishes that he wasn’t here outside the coffee shop.

“Look just get the coffees and we will go from there.” Jake nods firmly, watching with a smirk as Boyle puts on his black sunglasses as if to not look out of place.

“This is insane.” Jake reminds himself softly because he hadn’t dated anyone since Emily, and to go back on his word and meet someone at work once again…

You stand outside the closed up jewellery store with Rosa cursing by your side, Mrs Rose was supposed to be here a timeline needed to be established again, and her ex husband Keith needed to return their calls for further questioning.

Rosa had put out a call for someone to collect Keith if need be, but standing outside the store was getting boring very quick, you try and start a conversation but your colleague changes the pace.

“Do you know what’s fun? Hooking up with someone because I had one hell of a time last night.” Rosa states with a confident nod of her head.

“Rub it in-“

“I do have a lot of cleaning up to do when I get back home.” Rosa informs you with a grin when she clocks the look on your face.

“Ok enough!” You retort back with an eye roll.

“All I’m saying is if you’re free tonight, why not ask a certain single detective slash idiot out with you?” Rosa questions with a laugh at the pure simplicity of it all because that shit was easy as hell.

“Jake is working late-“

“That’s a stupid excuse.” Rosa sighs but before she can say anything else, a commotion causes them to follow the loud noise, arguing down the side of the short red brick building.

You recognise the suspect Bobby who was wearing a blue baseball cap covering her face, but you registered her voice right away shouting at the man next to her, who was holding a shiny black gun in the air high above his head.

“Drop the weapon!” Rosa shouts which causes them both to look round, whilst the guy attempts to hurriedly yank open the back door.

“Don’t move.” You state back at the same time that Bobby bursts into tears, and the guy next to her snaps and starts running.

He still has the gun in his hand so you set off chasing after him, to the very end of the alleyway where he tries to climb up a fire escape but he can’t reach it, so you pull on his leg to get him down both falling into a large pile of disgusting rubbish bags.

“Get off me bitch!” The guy shouts but you manage to swiftly apply the handcuffs, ignoring his curse words as you read him his rights out loud.

Rosa nods as you eventually walk back up with the guy in custody and a cop car appears moments later, depositing both the guy and Bobby who wasn’t crying anymore but looked super pissed instead, yet none of that mattered right now because it was time to go back to the precinct and book them job done.

“Mrs Rose has just told me that her ex husband is still in the building, another car is coming by in a minute and there are some guys inside right now checking the whole area.” Rosa informs you with a simple nod.

“So you think it was an inside job? Claim on the insurance.” You ask Rosa who again nods in the affirmative.

“We will need to interview them of course, but it appears that Mrs Rose was trying to get help from her ex husband for some insurance money.” Rosa explains because the women had become very chatty, especially when you had run off to catch the other perpetrator.

“Another day-“

“Another set of idiots.” Rosa continues with a scoff but then pulls as face as she asks “Do you smell that?”

“Oh, that’s me I was rolling around in the trash it’s all in a days work.” You retort with a smirk.

“You definitely need a shower-“

“I kinda like it.” You joke back with an eye roll aimed at Rosa, as you watch another man finally exit the shop with two cops either side of him.

“Let’s get back to the precinct, unless you want to go and grab two coffees-“

“No way.” You interject with a shudder as you choose a car to hop into for the quick drive back to the precinct…

Standing at the empty counter Boyle notices the guy called Julius, going by his name badge and wow was this man attractive, the thought makes his heart sink as he thinks of Jake outside.

But then Charles recalls in a short montage that only he can see of Peralta and you, both laughing as you talk together at your desk, Jake watching you reading your book with coffee in hand, then finally eyes meeting from across the pen as if neither of you were far from the others thoughts this guy couldn’t match up to that kind of chemistry…

“What can I get you?” Begins Julius arching an eyebrow at the guy wearing the sunglasses inside as he adds “Specials are on the board and I would highly recommend the macchiato today.”

“Can I just have three latte’s with one that has extra caramel syrup in my good sir.” Boyle replies nonchalantly, but not without turning round to reward Jake with a thumbs up.

Julius of course notices this followed by the badge number pin on this guys tie, he couldn’t be more of a cop which makes him wonder if this was in fact Jake, the object of y/n’s affection one of his best customers on the block.

“Did you say one latte with extra caramel syrup someone has a sweet tooth!” Julius smiles back at the guy in front of him who just nods playfully.

“It’s for a colleague of mine back at the precinct er, I mean the office I’m trying to sweeten them up actually if you must know.” Boyle replies almost giving away where he works but remains cool in his efforts.

“You’re sweet on someone!” Julius grins playing into the playful and sugary theme that had organically started between them.

“I could use some advice really if truth be told.” Boyle nods looking down as the barista starts to operate the large coffee machine next to him.

“I’m all ears, but one moment please.” Julius smirks as he starts to prepare the coffee’s, flicking switch’s and a loud hissing noise that makes the guy in front of him jump.

Boyle is watching this guy working fast as he operates the machine like it was a part of him, lost in his own thoughts until he notices the barista watching him back, an inquisitive smile appearing on his handsome face.

“So, what’s the deal then?” Julius asks the guy who calls himself Charles as he starts to talk at hyper speed.

Jake can see that Boyle is talking at ease with the barista, who looked like he worked in a coffee shop by day, but by night he was behind a bar talking it up over happy hour with women all around him.

Again Jake reminds himself how ridiculous this is because either way, he didn’t have a chance seeing how y/n would let him down some way, or even worse this sexy barista would tell him to back off and that would be that.

Noticing suddenly that Julius had walked round from the counter, to stand closer to Boyle was when Jake had realised that something was about to go wrong, so he reacts by swinging open the green door to finally make his presence known.

But Jake pulls a confused face when he spots Julius nudging Boyle hard on the shoulder, the pair of them laughing heartily at something until they both look up, and he suddenly realises that it’s him he’s the butt of the joke right now.

“What’s happening-“

“Julius is on our side!” Cuts in Boyle with a smile as he elaborates that “The name and number on the cup were just a ruse for you to do something Jake.”

“Oh, so you’re Jake?” Julius questions giving an appreciative glance over at a still confused looking police officer.

“The one and same how do you know about me?” Questions Jake arching an eyebrow at Boyle who grins back.

“Now that would be telling.” Begins Julius with a smile as he heads back round to the coffee machine adding “But I feel you’ve already figured it out seeing that you’re finally getting the coffees for once.”

“This is adorable-“

“Shut up, Boyle.” Jake deadpans in a dark voice heading back outside, holding the door open for an old couple who both nod their thanks.

“He’s almost as stubborn as y/n is!” Julius chuckles which make Boyle nod back in agreement.

“Short of knocking their heads together or better yet locking them in the briefing room, they need to just figure this out for themselves.” Boyle states wisely which causes Julius to roll his eyes over dramatically.

“Why make things so difficult?” Julius questions with a sarcastic tone, watching his next customers who were hugging one another closely.

“Love isn’t as simple as the movies make it out to be.” The woman chimes in with a friendly smile, looking up at the grey haired man next to her who winks happily back.

“But it’s a lot of fun along the way when it happens!” The man reminds his wife with a soft smile one that makes Boyle cluck happily in the background.

“Drinks up!” Julius calls as he places them down on the counter, holding one back as he looks up at Jake who was still outside the door.

“Perfect, let me grab a tray-“

“I can help!” Julius cuts off Boyle as he calls out for another barista, a young woman named Violet who had the same coloured hair as her namesake appearing stage right.

Boyle grins as he leads the way outside with the barista following behind, only when Jake spots him he lifts up his chin glancing away defiantly, pretty much looking like he was sulking right this second.

“Y/n will really appreciate this.” Julius tells Jake with a wink, holding out the drink for him to take which he does, whilst muttering something that sounded like a thank you.

“Then you can finally ask your desk buddy out at last-“

“For the love of god please!” Julius begs cutting off Boyle as he even places his hands together, holding them up in a silent plea in front of them both complete with a wide grin on his face.

“I think that’s a sign Jake.” Boyle jokes with a giggle whilst his best friend nods back with his eyes closed.

“This is all getting out of hand.” Jake sighs aware that too many people were now invested in this, his dating life and of course yours which if he played his cards right could soon become one…

Attempting to drink from one side of your mouth was already getting super old, all this hassle because your bottom lip was currently swollen and split like an overdone hotdog, courtesy of Mrs Rose hitting you with her elbow back in the interrogation room.

It hadn’t been enough that both Bobby and her ex husband Keith, were seated next to one another whilst the third guy was still awaiting his own interview in due time, but angry words shouted between the ex lovers had caused you to get caught in the cross line a direct punch to the face being your reward.

Which was a pretty good estimation of how today had gone, all because you hadn’t visited the Bean Stalk things had all turned to shit, you were thankfully clean now after a cold shower in the changing rooms but there was the whole gnarly lip thing to contend with next.

Having left Terry and Rosa to get answers from the couple that deserved one another, turns out that it wasn’t only a cut and dry fake insurance claim but the shop was also part of a money laundering scheme as well, all within the walls of the deep cellar which was a pretty obvious place to have it you decide to yourself.

But that didn’t matter right now all because it was finally the afternoon, only both Boyle and Jake were not here in the office which made you feel jittery despite the severe lack of coffee, but you were happy of course that the case was practically closed and you were back at your beloved desk.

Mid way through filling out your report which was reminding you where it had all gone wrong, Amy hands you a injury report form which had caused you to giggle at the stupidity, the movement causing your lip to spilt and bleed yet again of course.

Which was why you now had your mouth partly stuffed with a tissue, giving up completely on drinking when all you wanted right now was a sugary coffee, but instead you were staring down at the injury report which was ridiculous yet mandatory.

Suddenly hearing music being played from somewhere you look up to glance at Gina, a usual culprit for hosting impromptu dance parties at her desk, claiming that it either helped her mind or she was readily showcasing some new moves for her latest dance trope.

“Oh that’s a dope song-“

The chorus to a popular Whitney Houston jam was being played out currently, by a Bluetooth speaker that was held aloft by none other than Boyle, who was back to wearing his feathery wings with an extra wide smile plastered across his face.

“I get so emotional baby, every time I think of you!” Sings both Whitney and Gina but only one of them is out of tune right now.

“What is all the commotion, Boyle do I need to write you up?” Holt appears from his office shouting at Charles who instantly drops the speaker onto the floor.

“Er, no it’s all good captain sir!” Boyle shouts seconds after picking up aforementioned speaker, then saluting at Holt who just walks back into his office silently.

“Silent burn, wow there’s no recovering for that my little sugar plum!” Gina states with a loud laugh, wiggling her shoulders as if the music from moments ago was still playing.

“I’m Cupid Gina not a fairy.” Retorts Boyle in a sulky voice.

“I hope that you’re not wearing a diaper right now!” Gina quips back with another loud laugh, one that both Hitchcock and Scully join in with on cue.

“Let’s leave some mystery please, but if you must know I did try and buy some-“

“Boyle, please don’t finish that sentence for us.” Terry begins in a firm voice but it descends into giggles as he adds “ Leave your kinks at the door please officer.”

“Don’t kink shame me!” Boyle retorts loudly but then lowers his head, muttering something to himself as he returns to his desk sitting atop it grumpily.

What a day and you still had the rest of the afternoon to watch unfurl, because there was never a dull moment in this place and time had its own agenda, you think whilst giving the injury form on your desk the stink eye.

Glancing back at Boyle who was still talking to himself as he checked out the speaker, it looked a little dented on one side but he shrugs, then noticing you watching he winks back an overexcited smile appearing in slow motion.

Watching him as he drops the speaker in favour of a white styrofoam cup, which briefly makes you freeze until you realise a lot of places use them, surely Boyle hadn’t gone to Bean Stalk of all places he was a particular type of foodie.

He knew about all the best places in Brooklyn even boasting about them on his blog, the one that you should look at someday but right now wasn’t the time, because you still had this stupid form to fill in and Boyle was really getting on your nerves with his giggling.

White cup still in hand he gets a call through and talks to someone quietly on his desk phone, leaning back against his chair with a smug smile now on his face, making you feel like Boyle was up to something when clearly you were just overthinking everything as per usual.

Cue flashback to grabbing some doughnuts from your favourite place, having bypassed breakfast you had become hangry and in need of some carbs, so with two boxes in your hands you headed to the precinct.

The shop which was aptly named Voodoo doughnuts, had helped you with a case the manager answering questions to an incident that happened across the street, so you were friendly with the staff and besides their food was absolutely delicious.

As soon as you had placed the boxes down on your desk, you’d caught the interest of both Hitchcock and Scully, also Boyle who had taken one look at the purple coloured box and scoffed out loud.

“What’s wrong-“

“Voodoo is so overrated.”Boyle tutted at you as if you should know better.

“If you don’t want any Boyle I will!” Jake nods leaning forward in his desk with a grin on his face.

“Of course Jake.” You nod back happily feeling your face flush, which your desk buddy doesn’t notice but of course Boyle did because he never missed a single thing.

“Oh I get it.” Charles giggles softly as he looks from you to Jake with a smirk.

“Get what? That you’re being weird-“

“No I’m just watching something unfold right now and I have front row seats.” Boyle declares cutting off Jake who rolls his eyes in your direction.

“Ok, then.” You reply awkwardly avoiding Boyle who was batting his eyelashes, in favour of opening one of the purple boxes.

“Can we have one as well?” Scully questions with a smile on his face.

“Sure, they are for anyone besides Boyle who has far too good taste buds for these doughnuts.” You reply with a sarcastic grin.

“His loss.” Hitchcock declares making grabby hands whilst you issue out two doughnuts for the oldest officers on your team.

“Now it’s my turn.” Jake looks up at you from under his thick eyelashes, which clearly does something to your brain when you forget how to speak.

“What’s happening here?” Amy asks with a smirk noticing the look on y/n’s face, accompanied by the smirk on Jake’s which was a pretty cute moment.

“I think they’re about to make out right there on the desk.” Declares Hitchcock with an amused snort, one that breaks the spell between you and Jake almost instantly.

“Don’t be rude-“

“Our first kiss wouldn’t be here.” Jake announces with a scoff but then, attempts to flip it back when he hears what he’d just said out loud.

“This is too cute-“

“Shut up, Boyle!” Both you and Jake retort in unison much to everyone’s delight, the doughnuts forgotten about as you go to one side to the pen and your desk buddy takes the other hiding a goofy smile on his face.

Lost in your own thoughts you suddenly feel super hungry and in need of a beverage, having skipped food for this stupid form and to tend to your broken lip instead, the taste of metal still present on your tongue what you wouldn’t give for some decent coffee right about now…

Spotting y/n at her desk Jake tries to walk slowly over but then gives up, resuming a normal pace as he tries to look nonchalant, despite his heart hammering in his chest and the feeling that this was all a very terrible idea.

What if he had got things wrong or even worse Julius the barista had lied to them, there was no way that you liked him this was a precinct not high school, but this moment in time was pretty reminiscent of another back in his youth.

Only then did he have longer hair and a pizza face, using his humour to hide the fact that he was from a broken home but that didn’t matter right now, because he was way more confident than the teenage version of himself or so he had always assumed.

…this was it!

“For you, madam.” Jake begins with a hint of shyness in his voice, one that he stubs out as he then places the coffee on your desk confidently adding “ I think it’s about time that I bought you a coffee in return.”

Not even looking up at Jake you stare at the tall styrofoam cup instead, the one brandishing the green Bean Stalk logo which makes you then glance up at your desk buddy, who takes a step back when your eyes finally meet.

“You have something on your mouth-“

“Ohhhh no.” You mutter as you hastily take out the tissue, which had spots of dry blood on it as you wish to somehow disappear.

“What happened to your lip?” Jake asks dark eyes full of concern, as he places a hand under your chin to lift your face up heat illuminating your cheeks on cue from his touch.

“Long story-“

“Let’s go talk outside then.” Jake cuts you off as he rolls his eyes and glances beside him, to where Boyle was now standing with a huge grin on his face looking like he was about to explode.

“Off outside together and all alone!” Boyle declares in an excited voice, whilst the rest of the team had at least been trying to act subtle despite watching things unfold in real time.

“Boyle, at ease!” Amy snaps angrily then nods encouragingly at you, as if the camera was rolling and the penultimate scene everyone wanted could finally play out at last.

“I do need some fresh air.” You inform Jake getting up from your seat, grabbing the coffee that your desk buddy had bought just for you, which now made a smile spread across your face.

…which of course makes your lip split open attractively once again the taste of metal stinging your tongue.

Licking your bottom lip you briefly wished that your appearance was better, rather than damp hair and a swollen lip but this was the best it was gonna get, now wasn’t the time to overthink things you did have a coffee in your hand after all.

Noticing Gina give you an over exaggerated wink from across the pen, and then Amy closely follows this with an encouraging nod you finally stand up from your desk, following Jake happily out onto the balcony area for a talk because this was definitely the right moment.

Only then do you notice Boyle with his face pressed against the window, having literally shoved his head through a gap in the blind he was now stuck, but then Rosa appears pulling the officer away with an annoyed look on her face.

“Do you think that the whole team is watching us?” Questions Jake with a low chuckle his brown eyes meeting yours inquisitively.

“Most probably, or Boyle is telling them what we’re saying because he can read lips.” You smirk back flinching at the same time when your own stings in protest.

“So, how bad is the other guy?” Asks Jake motioning to your lip with a concerned look framing his features.

“Got caught in the cross fire between a scorned woman and her ex husband it’s all in a days work.” You reply with a shrug but Jake is still glancing down at you with worry in his eyes.

On cue you explain the case with Rosa and what had happened, even the part where you had caught the guy in the trash bags and arrested him, omitting the part about having to need a shower because of the stray banana peels you’d found inside your jacket somehow.

“Well you look like a badass with your badge of honour, AKA the swollen lip it’s kinda cute on you y/n.” Jake nods with a playful smile aimed in your direction.

“Watch out Peralta it sounds like you’re using a line right there.” You inform him with a roll of your eyes as he arches one of his eyebrows right back.

“Maybe I am or maybe, I’m just telling you that you look cute.” Jake replies with a sidelong look that causes you to choke on your sip of warm drink.

“Thanks for the coffee by the way!” You nod back shyly glancing back at the window, but thankfully there was no one there.

“Well I think it’s about time that I actually owe you a coffee and extend a heartfelt thank you.” Begins Jake with a smile which changes into a laugh as he adds “I just had to go and check out the Bean Stalk for myself.”

“That’s sweet-“

“I met your favourite barista by the way!” Jake interjects with a wry grin as your eyes widen at the same time.

“Oh?” You reply noncommittally ignoring the smile that spread happily across your desk buddy’s face.

“Yeah, he had a hell of a lot to say about you but he was glad that I’d finally showed up for once.” Jake states his brown eyes watching you very carefully as he talks about the digits he had found on his styrofoam cup.

“I didn’t even know that he’d written something did Julius really do that?” You question with both confusion and embarrassment colouring your face a soft pink.

“Yes and it made me so jealous-“ Begins Jake in a low voice clocking the loud gulp you make as he continues by saying “I had to enlist Boyle to help me get you a coffee, and see who my competition was but turns out it was just me battling against myself.”

“At least you got the coffee I hope Julius was easy on you-“

“Oh totally the opposite but it made me see what I was fighting for, and I want to stand in your corner if you will let me.” Jake tells you in a voice that has excited butterflies fluttering in your stomach, unless that was because you hadn’t had any lunch.

“Of course I let you we work together-“

“Sure, but I kind of meant outside of work like us having a date styles.” Jake cuts you off with that playful look pinning you in your place as his words finally sink in.

“You’re asking me out on a date?” You ask Jake who silently nods and you follow suit, both wearing ridiculous smiles on your faces.

“Tomorrow night let’s go for a drink-“

“Hopefully I will be able to use my mouth better by then.” You cut off Jake whose brown eyes crinkle with glee whilst you attempt to backtrack what you’d just said.

“You know what I mean-“

“Detectives, what are you both doing out here?” Questions Holt as he leans against the exit door then motions back to the window where at least five other officers are standing and waving at them.

“Oh captain we were just discussing a case-“

“Actually I was asking officer y/n if she would like to accompany me on a date tomorrow evening.” Jake cuts you off with a quick nod aimed at the Captain who remains poised.

“A bit long overdue Peralta but can you both get back to work after y/n answers your question.” Holt nods back a brief smile appearing on his face, as he turns round to rally the rest of his team.

“So that was awkward but if you don’t want to join me for a drink date or it doesn’t even have to be that it could be any date-“

“I’d love to join you for a date.” You cut him off before Jake spirals a look of relief flooding his handsome face.

Hearing banging on the window the pair of you look to see Boyle and Terry, both of them grinning manically as you slowly take a happy sip from your coffee, feeling Jake watch you sends a shiver down your back.

“I really wanna kiss you but right now isn’t-“

Projected purely by instinct and the knowledge that you were both on the same page, you rise up on tip toes and place a soft kiss on Jake’s cheek which makes him look down, then like the plus side of magnets you both move closer to one another pulled by an electric force of emotions…

“Do I need to have HR on standby?” Terry questions now standing at the door that captain Holt had just vacated, strong arms folded but a cheesy grin on his amused face to show he was just joking.

“Not yet Terry.” Jake explains with a wink aimed in your direction, as you both walk over to the sergeant who finally steps aside to let you inside.

“Wait for it.” You state quietly glancing around the pen which was back in action, what with Boyle on the phone and Gina reading a glossy magazine zero focus aimed at the two detectives.

Not even Hitchcock or Scully who were both eating hotdogs collectively, various condiment stains on both their face and shirts which was a regular occurrence, usually pointed out by Amy who you notice was grinning in your direction.

“I thought we would at least get some acknowledgment.” Jake questions in your right ear making you look away from Santiago, to glance back at Peralta with a firm nod.

The pair of you return to your desks together eyes glued on one another, Jake is the first to look away with a smirk which turns into shock when he spots Boyle, causing you to look around and almost knock your coffee over as a result.

Seeing that Boyle was back to wearing his wings again shaking his butt as he started to dance, then on cue Gina cranks out a Beyoncé song on her phone which truly sets the officer off, arms high above his head as he continues to shake his groove thing.

“Party time!” Scully shouts as he stands from his chair excitedly, throwing his medicated talc powder high in the air, which of course proceeds to cover Hitchcock who starts to choke on the air.

“What is wrong with you?!” Gina shouts switching off the music from her phone.

“Somebody help him!” Scully announces taking the bottle of water from Boyle’s hand as he opens the lid hurriedly.

“Can we please get back to work now everyone?” Holt asks in a tone that suggests everyone gets back to their desk which they do in record time.

“Nothing else to see here move along.” Boyle announces whilst Hitchcock drinks hungrily from the bottle, and Scully hits him on heartily on his back.

“That was some party!” Scully chuckles as he shakes his head with amusement at his best friend’s close call.

“Was that the right amount of acknowledgment you wanted to see?” You ask Jake in your seat across from your desk buddy, the guy of your dreams and possible future all in one package.

“It’s on trend.” Jake nods with a grin aimed right back at you his desk buddy, looking forward to the date and possibility of more.

“You guys are so cute I’m about to cry!” Boyle cries whilst clapping both his hands together, excited and happy as tears fall down his face.

“That’s what I was expecting.” Jake grins whilst pointing at his best bud who is now wiping fresh tears on the back of his hands.

“It’s a great way to end the day.” You reply with a sidelong look at Jake who winks back playfully.

“Just wait until I take you out.” Begins Jake who then hastily adds after hearing what he’d just said “On a date, I meant on a date I’m not gonna try and kill you or anything.”

“Definitely good to know-“

“Oh my god get a room!” Gina yells in obvious disgust as she sashays past their desk her nose scrunched in annoyance.

“That’s definitely gonna become a regular thing now.” Begins Jake with a grin until he hears himself yet again backtracking immediately “I mean the teasing not us getting a room or anything!”

“Of course let’s not jump ahead too quickly Peralta.” You inform him with a laugh right after you clock the look of surprise on his face.

“Keep things slow and steady-“

“Well not that slow.” You cut off Jake leaning back in your chair to take a large gulp of now cold coffee, which you overshoot and instead pour down your chin and patterned blouse.

“Wow, you sure know how to drive a guy crazy y/n.” Jake finishes with a goofy grin as he watches you pull out some tissues from your purse.

“I’ve been told that.” You nod back shyly finally going to make a start on the accident form that you’d been avoiding all afternoon.

What a ride the past two days had been not to mention all the previous months you’d spent pining, only to learn that all it took was to make Jake jealous so he could finally see, what was just across the desk from him.

Looking up you spot Jake staring at you only this time he doesn’t quickly look away, in fact your eyes are locked together and it feels as if nothing else matters, besides being in this new bubble with Jake which sounded like a lot pretty fun place to be…

Cue flashback to three months ago AKA the first week of your relationship, both you and Jake walking into the Bean Stalk coffee shop, after he had spent the night at your apartment you both were left in serious need of some caffeine.

Julius performs a double take the moment he spots them both together, stepping from behind the counter with a wide grin on his face, the pair of you smiling back in response whilst the barista places his hands on his waist.

“So you took my advice then?” Julius questions with a smug smile, as he addresses both of the officers in front of him.

“Definitely not-“

“It kinda helped-“

“See, my work here is finally done!” Julius grins back as Jake and y/n talk over one another.

“You interfered-“

“Sent us in the right direction-“

“You guys are so cute!” Declares Julius with a shake of his head followed by a smile, when he notices Jake winking in your direction.

“We know this.” You begin with an eye roll aimed at the barista who nods back emphatically so you add “ So can we have the usual plus less of your teasing.”

“These coffees are on the house but only if I can wind you up for the foreseeable-“

“That’s my job!” Cuts in Jake with a laugh feeling on top of the world and it had only been one week.

“One Jake is enough.” You deadpan with a nod and a smile at Peralta whose eyes crinkle happily.

“On that note I better start your order-“

“Before that.” Begins Jake with a smirk as he goes on to elaborate by asking “What did y/n say about me was it super embarrassing for her?”

“Hey-“

“A barista never tells but let me just say that she was smitten, all she ever spoke about was her desk buddy who happened to be you.” Julius cuts you off to lament your feelings which wasn’t even a close enough estimation of how you had truly felt.

“Smitten, noice!” Jake states with a goofy grin and even a fist pump in the air with his left hand.

“I am never gonna hear the end of this am I?” You question with an arched eyebrow whilst both Jake and Julius shake their heads in the negative…

Lucky you!

[ar3-y0u-l0st]

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Requests: Open / Closed

"I'm not saying I'm a genius, but I'm pretty sure I could solve a Rubik's Cube while riding a unicycle on a tightrope." 

> Jake Peralta

- RAYMOND HOLT

- JAKE PERALTA

- AMY SANTIAGO

- CHARLES BOYLE

- ROSA DIAZ

- GINA LINETTI

- TERRY JEFFORDS

- NORM SCULLY (80s VER.)

- MICHAEL HITCHCOCK (80s VER.)

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

[bonkwosher]

So I've literally just been watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine all day & I want to write for like half the characters lmao. If anyone wants of the characters x reader please request it I would be so happy to write headcanons/one shots for them.

[veryberryjelly]

hi!! can i request red wine w/ jake peralta based on “fresh out the slammer” by taylor swift? for the last few days all i can think of is like a friends to lovers thing with reader and jake after a bad breakup. thx!! 🩷

jake peralta x reader

lyrics ; ' Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you, Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to ' [ tw ; implied abusive relationship NOT JAKE ]

lowkey wanna do a part 2 to this, maybe a series. lmk if y'all would be into that

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

everyone had told you that he was bad news.

but you were too blinded by what you thought was love to listen.

but now as you stood outside his apartment building, tears and rain mingling on your cheeks, you could see they were right.

he had taken you apart, piece by piece until you didnt know who you were anymore.

stood on his front step you couldnt find it in yourself to head back to your apartment where your roommate would be waiting with open arms and an 'i told you' ready to drop.

your legs seemed to carry you in the opposite direction before you could think too much about where you were headed.

it felt like seconds before you were stood infront of the door of one of your friends.

the only person you were sure wouldn't judge you right now.

your knock echoes through the hallway and you hoped more than anything that he would still be awake.

the sight that greeted you when he opened the door made you think you had arrived just in time.

jake.

his hair was mussed slightly and he had ditched his usual jeans and a hoodie for pyjama pants and a t-shirt.

" hey, what're you doing here?" he questioned, his voice more curious than judging.

but you couldnt seem to get any words out.

" woah, hey, are you okay ?"

that broke the damn. tears cascaded down your cheeks and if it weren't for jake's strong arms wrapping around your torso you would've collapsed on the floor.

he didnt try to move you, letting you cry freely into his shoulder in the hallway.

it was only when your shoulders had stopped shaking that he lead you into his apartment, sitting down on the couch beside you.

he didnt pressure you to speak, he didnt push you to do anything, he just sat with you for a while before you felt okay enough to talk.

" i- i got into a fight with dylan..." you started, your voice wobbly and uneven.

you could feel jakes posture stiffen beside you, but you carried on anyway.

" i got into the hallway before he could do anything but i heard glass breaking on the other side " tears began to pour again at the memory of that horrible sound.

he had tried to throw something at you.

jake still sat quietly at your side, his gaze on you never wavering.

" i didnt know where else to go. i knew my roommate would throw it in my face and i didnt want to be there incase he showed up.."

that was what finally snapped it and he lifted his hand, sliding it into yours and squeezing lightly.

" you can stay here, as long as you need. "

his voice was like a comforting blanket over your shoulders that could solve anything. just giving you a place to stay meant the world. it meant you didnt have to go back to your flat and hear your roommate go on about how right she was.

it meant you had a safe place to rest your head.

" thank you, jake " you replied your arms winding around his torso as his did the same , pulling you against his chest.

you felt a kiss pressed to the top of your head and it felt as though it was thawing your heart.

" c'mon, i've got some clothes you can borrow for tonight and we can get some of your stuff tomorrow "

after a confirming nod of your head, jake lead you to his bedroom, offering out a t-shirt, a hoodie and some boxers.

when you emerged from the bathroom in his clothes, you found him pulling blankets and a pillow from under his bed.

" ok, so, you know where everything is, i'll wake you in the morning before i go to work. and i'll tell holt that you're taking a day because there is no way i am-"

" can you stay with me tonight ?" you cut him off. amongst all of this, you didnt want to be alone.

you would take tomorrow off and sort yourself out if he wanted, though you would prefer to go on as though nothing had happened.

but right now, you didnt want him to go. you didnt care if that meant you sleeping on the floor in his bedroom, though you knew jake well enough to know he wouldn't allow that.

it took him a minute where he froze on the spot before he answered

" yeah "

he pushed the blanket and pillow back under the bed and climbed under his comforter, pulling back the other side for you to climb under.

and you did so, lowering yourself down onto the bed and pulling the blankets back over you.

jake didnt move, not wanting to push you too far, but he was on the other side of the mattress, what felt like miles away.

so even in your vulnerable state, you made the journey across the cotton sheets and rested your head down on his shoulder.

when his arm wrapped around you, you knew you were secure.

jake always gave you a safe place to rest your head.

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- squad!

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