#i love me some jake peralta

[vanmarkus]

Jake helping Doug Judy to escape is actually so very fucking special to my heart, oh my god... for years on end we always got the same story with these two almost as a cute little bridge between episodes and a summary of what the characters have been up to, so to have a meaningful and satisfying ending for their storyline on the show feels incredibly gratifying

[azeroishere]

Time to talk about B99 because I have probably been hyperfixated on it/obsessed (don't know the label) for more than 4 years.

The fact that how Amy is just me makes me feel more "hyperfixated". I didn't even realize she was so similar to me until last year. Like everyone who watched the show I also loved Peralta and his relationship with Amy but never really thought about comparing her personality with mine.

It's just SHE IS SO MUCH LIKE ME and like I love her maybe more than Peralta since I have realized she is so similar to me (it's not egoism dw).

I have just seen an edit which included the part Peralta realized he wanted to mary Amy. (The scene was Amy and Peralta sitting on their bed while Amy solving a crossword puzzle and finding a typo so she just complains about it -it was just a sentence she said-) Well that was so me and knowing that someone might appreciate me even though my obsessions makes me happy. (I don't look for someone or exactly want it).

Also seeing any scene that includes Amy in edits or some YouTube videos makes me feel exactly "AGGHHHH".

This is probably the diversity we need on media, it may take criticism because of not including some details or whatever. I also criticize some parts but in general she is really a good example of that personality.

Love Amy who was nerd, caught details easily, has some kind of mindset that I cannot describe but I also have.

Again, I love her so much and her scenes are so relatable.

[fyuuura]

UNDERCOVER | jake peralta

summary: jake peralta goes undercover to infiltrate a famous mob and he meets you, the niece of the boss who loves cops.

world count: 3.9k

notes: this is my first one shot and first writing since making this account. my obsession with jake peralta is crazy.

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It was no secret that a recently fired police officer was just introduced to the Ianucci crime family. When your father announced it to you, you immediately got up from laying on the couch. It was hard to believe since your family had hated cops since the beginning of time. Although you were apart of the Ianucci family, you weren't involved in whatever business they were apart of due to your mother wanting an normal life. They were still family and as long as no one mentioned business, they could live in harmony.

You were indifferent in your opinion about cops. Many were snobs, but the few that cared for their community were the ones you could respect. Though, you did have to admit that you love a man in uniform and seeing your extended family being apart of the mob, only made the whole uniform more appealing. You weren't close to much of your extended family, only the girls who weren't much involved with the business either.

"Who let him in?" You curiously asked.

"Your uncle Leo. Apparently he got fired from the police force and bought everybody drinks. He made a big scene." He chuckled.

"Mmm. How old is he?" You excitedly inquired, leaning forward in anticipation for the answer. You were a single woman in her twenties, you needed answers.

"Yeah absolutely not." Your father said in his thick Brooklyn accent. "He's an ex-cop, and we all know how cops are. A bunch of playboys I tell you. They are no good."

"As if the Ianucci family is much better." You shook your head, and changed the television channel.

"We aren't. I'll admit that, but we do have loyalty. You never know what these cops will throw at you. If or when the Ianucci family falls, I guarantee it'll be because my brothers or cousins stupidity."

"You think they'll get arrested." You asked.

"Oh honey, they may be my family, but if they get caught, they know what they did. Plus, it'll serve them right for crashing my tenth birthday party and turning it into a mess." Your father shook his head, still holding a grudge over decades old fights.

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You and your father arrived to the family party and he immediately went off to go dance with his cousins while you went to go find a waiter with some food. You didn't really know what to do in some parties, you often drifted through the crowds and mingled with the people, but you always found your way back to the bar.

You sat at the bar, wine glass in one hand and your hand bag in the other. It was peaceful until you notice a guy sitting down right next to you, ordering a drink. You've never seen him before, but you hoped he wasn't an extended family member. He had a rather nice face, a kind, unsuspecting smile, and a fit body. You smiled as he grabbed the drink from the bartender. 'Just my type.'

It was like he sensed you looking as he turned to face you. He smiled once he saw you were staring at him, but you didn't turn away. No, you needed to know who he was. "Hey."

"Why hello there. What's your name?" He replied back, his voice just as charming as him.

"[Name] Ianucci." It was like he was hooked onto the words that slipped out of your mouth. His eyes were mesmerizing. "I haven't seen you around before."

"It's my first party. Leo invited me. I'm Jake Peralta." He held out his hand for her to shake, but she froze. He watched as her eyes widened, her lips parted, and her eyebrows raised.

"The ex-cop!" She gasped then quickly put a hand over her mouth since she said that too loud. No wonder she was so attracted to him, she could spot a man in uniform even if he wasn't in it.

He laughed, "Yes, the ex-cop. Not my proudest moment, but I'm glad I'm no longer one. God, was it the worst possible profession I could've chosen."

"Really? Why do you say that?" She inquired.

"It's filled with a bunch of idiotic snobs and they fired me without good reason so good riddens to them." Jake said as if he didn't love his job and the people he works with. However, he had to play the role perfectly if he didn't want to get found out. Before he went undercover, he was informed about most members of the Ianucci family. Mostly the major characters involved with the mob, as well as their children and extended family. He remembered hearing about [Name] Ianucci, your father left the way of life long ago, but the family still kept in touch. Jake didn't have much information about you. You were the boss's niece but you didn't like to associate yourself with their beliefs. Due to this, you became a small outsider.

"I think being a cop is cool. I used to watch so many movies and if I didn't hate running as much as I do now, I think I would've became one."

"An Ianucci being a cop? I thought you guys hate my kind- wait that sounds off."

"We'll they do cause of you know what, but something about holding a gun and posing like a Charlie's angel seems so cool." You imitated the famous pose as you faked a gun with your hands and Jake shook his head chuckling.

"Hey, if you were on my team then I would've begged for my job back." He admitted and you raised a brow before taking a sip of your drink. Then he immediately paused, realizing what he said. Changing the topic was his best course of action, "So what do you do for work? Do you do the same as them?"

"Oh no. I dont associate myself with what they do, my side of the family decided to pursue other sorts of careers. I'm a first grade teacher."

"Sweet, so like you teach kids and get to play with them. Is it hard?" He tried to sound suave, leaning back in his chair. He was secretly happy to know that the pretty girl didn't do mob activities because that would've clashed with his morals and mission.

"I mean, being a teacher is always difficult, but it's a new experience everyday and I get to build bonds with the children of our future. I wouldn't have it any other way." She fondly smiled as she recalled her job. Jake noticed the ways were eyes softened and lit up. Her body language changed and got more relaxed as she shared her life. "But enough about me, I want to learn more about-"

Before she could finish, she heard the familar voice of an uncle interupt her. "Yo Peralta, come here and sing with us."

The two looked at the group of middle aged to old men, obviously wasted and drunk and having a jolly good time. Jake didn't want to end the conversation with you, but at the same time, he couldn't miss this opportunity to get close with the Ianucci family. You made eye contact once again and you nodded, ushering him to go hang out with your other family.

"We'll continue this conversation next time!" You said and he nodded, smiling and confirming that this won't be the last time you two meet as he shimmied towards the men. You shook your head as you watched him so effortlessly earn the affections of your uncles. He looked so carefree as he partied.

"Oh my was he hot." You whispered, smiling to yourself like an idiot after the interaction, and calling the bartender to serve you one more drink. So what if he was an ex-cop, it couldn't possibly be that bad.

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You and Jake Peralta saw each other a few more times after that. Your aunt gave him a small part time job at their restaurant/cafe. He made the coffee, which you ordered every morning, and the sandwiches. You watched as he charmed you aunt and the customers and you fell into his trap as well as he used every morning he could with you there to talk to you. A joke a day keeps the doctor away, as Jake would say as you laughed at almost every one of his jokes

"Hey hey hey, [name]." Jake greeted as you sat right across from him. He started hanging out quite frequently at your distant uncle's restaurant which was right by your house. Jake was one step ahead of you and already had your favorite coffee order ready. "Another long day of entertaining the little devils."

"Once again, they are seven and most are little angels but thank you for the drink." You took a sip before your eyes landed on his hair. His entire appearance has changed a lot since you met him. His hair grew longer and he started to slick it back using gel. He wasn't wearing the button up shirts anymore, and instead switched to tracksuits even when you said it wasn't his best look. "Your hair looks a lot better now that you've grown it out."

"What can I say? Just call me the next Brad Pitt." He flipped his imaginary long hair and smiled as he watched your smile.

"Absolutely not, but I appluad your effort." You smiled as his face fell into a pout. It was the mornings like this that made you excited to wake up and get ready. Ever since Jake started to hang around, you've been waking up a tad bit earlier to spend extra time getting ready and sleeping a tad bit later due to the uncontrollable smile on your face.

"Why do you even like being a teacher? All I can imagine are those little children gluing crayons onto their fingernails and eating it." He started playing with his fingers to try and model what he thinks the kids would look like.

"First of all, never do that again because it is not cute."

"Hey! Everything I do is cute." Jake got offended while you just stared at him as if he was an alien. It didn't last long because you can never get over his pouty face that makes him look like a sad dog.

"Second of all, I just love being around kids. When I was a child, my parents were almost never around until I got older. When my dad left the family business and pursued another career, it took up most of his time and my mom lives overseas. Teachers were the ones that filled in that parental role and I wanted to be just like them." When you finished your little backstory, Jake was staring at you which made you look down in embarrassment, "Sorry for the rant, I-"

"No, dont apologize, I get it." His voice seemed softer, softer than the voice he uses to tease you with, softer than the voice he uses to flirt with you, softer than the manly voice he uses around your uncles; it felt real. "My parents weren't really there either so I spent my childhood alone watching 'Die Hard'."

"I love that movie. I used to watch that too since my dad has it on the DVDs" You shared a comforting look.

"God, you just get more perfect don't you." He quickly spoke as he melted, your hands were quickly grasped in his. That was new. Maybe you should mention 'Die Hard' again if this was going to be his reaction.

"Looks like we're more alike than we think." You smiled, looking at your intertwined hands. He either didn't let go because there was no going back or he liked the feeling.

"You can add both being late because I am never on time and you are about to be tardy young lady."

Panic filled your eyes and you hastly got up from your seat, taking your bag and coffee, and pushed in your chair, "Bye bye!"

"Bye" Jake said in a sing songy voice as he waved and watched you entire your car before driving off.

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You both shared a sandwich that was cut in half as the streets filled with people walking to work or to get their morning drink or breakfast.

"So, are you going to the wedding tomorrow?" His tone seemed a bit different. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, but lately hes been a bit more fidgety. Maybe the wedding makes him feel lonely and he was about to ask you?

"Oh, I wish I could, but I don't really like those two getting married so I'd rather not waste my time." You shamelessly admitted and he looked almost relieved.

"How about your dad?"

"He doesn't like them either and he left on a business trip last night and wont return until next week." You told him, "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering since it seems like a big event." His eyes widened as he emphasized the word big. "But there's no need for you to come anyways if you don't like them-"

"Did you want me to come?" You tilted your head as he stumbled for the right answer. You were honestly hoping that he would finally ask you out and you wouldn't have to be carefully searching through the restaurant windows to see if he was there.

"Oh no. Noooo. Not at all. You really shouldn't come." He was way too dismissive and offensive and it came out way harsher than he expected.

"Oh." You simply said and you could definitely feel your heart being cracked right open from embarrassment of ever thinking he was going to ask you out. It's not like you were daydreaming during work or right before bed of him asking you, but a simple no would be sufficed.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Jake saw the way the corners of her lips turned slightly down and wanted to punch himself for not choosing his words carefully. It's been two months since he started this undercover mission. The first four were spent learning the Ianucci family and how they operated. Now that he has successfully infiltrated the family, it was time for the hardest part. Breaking the connections he had formed. At first, he thought it would be a piece of pie. The only thing he shouldn't do is actually care about these people. That shouldn't have been hard since they were all criminals... Most were criminals at least. He was never supposed to keep talking to you, that wasn't the plan. He should have never asked why you wanted to be a cop, he should've never asked why kids made you so happy, and he should've never talked to you to begin with, but he did, and now he has to face the consequences of his actions.

Although you weren't involved with the business, they were still your blood-related family. They invited you and your dad to the parties and gave you discounts in the stores that they owned. Sure, you didn't like or associate yourself with most of them, but Jake knew you still cared for them because they were family and he didn't know how he could ever face you again for what he'll be doing at the wedding.

"I mean I'd love to have you as my partner to the wedding, but I wouldn't want to make you be somewhere you don't want to be. Especially since we all know that the groom is a dirty cheat and the bride is the definition of a mean girl." He rambled and you agreed with the last part since you watched him up with most of the drama. "But, that's not to say that I wouldn't want to go with you because you know- it's you, and-"

"Okay Peralta. Slow down. Down forget to breath." You used slow down movements with your hands, bringing it up and down slowly to make him stop rambling.

Jake stopped his rant and took a deep, deep breath.

"I get it, you don't need to defend yourself so much."

"Let me restate. [Name] Ianucci, I would be honored to be your partner or whatever gathering you want, except the wedding. That is if you'd still want me to after the wedding-"

"Of course I would!" She interrupted him, a gummy smile slapped across her face and Jake soon matched it with his own after she joyfully agrtowards. couldn't even act nonchalant like you'd imagined you would if he ever asked. You were so overwhelmed with joy that you totally missed the part where he said 'if you'd still want me after the wedding.' It was a simple sentence that you overlooked any double meaning towards. "Ehem, I mean cool.

"Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool." Jake leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his iced drink as a goofy smile etched across his face. However, despite how happy he should've been in that moment, it was soon crushed by the overwhelming feeling of guilt as you excused yourself to go to work.

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Shock wasn't enough to describe what you felt as you watched the news. Short videos and photos played across the screen as the news reporter reported on New York's latest arrests and there you found partially blurred photos of extended family and the wedding venue that you didn't attend. It didn't feel real as you saw the police arrest people you've seen at family gatherings. Someone must have snitched and you have a feeling that you know exactly who.

Jake Peralta. It started to make sense. He practically told you to not attend the wedding, but you were too caught up to understand why. Had you attended the wedding without his heads up, you would've been another person in those handcuffs.

You felt betrayed, but also protected. He had asked for you and your father's whereabouts before the entire thing happened. Was this his way of keeping you safe? Did he actually have feelings or did he just want to use you to learn more about the family and you gave it to him?

Scenes flashed throughout your mind as your reminded of all the times he asked odd questions and all the times you spilled to him the secrets. You began to form a headache as your reality came crashing down.

Your father had predicted the fall to happen somewhat like this. It was your Uncle's stupidity to let in an ex-cop and now look at where that landed them. You wouldn't say that you were sad, you anticipated the day where karma would take its place for all the victims of their business; you just never would have guessed that you fell in love with the person who caused that downfall.

Love, what a silly feeling to feel towards someone who you were sure abandoned you. Would he even fulfill his promise to take you on a date after this entire wedding? Should you be mad at him for doing his job and lying to you about his identity? What was real and what was fake?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who was it? Who could be knocking at your door at 10 in the night. Could it be the cops coming to arrest you for not outing your family? You quietly snuck to the door, scared to see the person who lurks behind it. It was a polite knock, not a police-y at all. Maybe it was a friend or cousin. You slowly opened the door, and peeked your head to see who it was.

"Jake Peralta?" You said his full name in suprise.

"[Name], please can we talk." He looked like desperate as he towered over you, his arm on the frame of the door, and the other on the door knob.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Jake." You were wary and didn't know how to feel. Evergtbing was happening all at once and you felt lost, but you needed answers.

"Please, give me a chance to explain everything." He pleaded with desperate eyes. "I know you're probably confused and upset, but let me explain and you can ask questions."

"Come in." You stepped aside and let him into your home for the very first time. It wasn't the scenario you imagined but it was a something. You walked over to the living room but neither one of you felt like this was a conversation to be had sitting down.

"It was you wasn't it? The one who sold them out?"

"Yes. It was." He admitted, "I'm still a cop."

"So you were just undercover the whole time?"

"Yes, I approached your uncle at the bar and it went from there. I can't say much- actually I already am, but, you weren't supposed to be apart of it."

"Stop right there, Peralta. Just give me a moment." You took a deep breath and when you thought you were ready to speak, your mouth held you back. A few more sighs later and you were ready with your next quest, "When we were talking? Did you approach me to just get more information?"

"Well, no. I thought you were cute so I sat down next to you at the bar. That wasn't the higher ups telling me to do it, that was my free will." Jake cracked an awkward smile, but saw on her face that that was not the tone. "I was already informed that you and you father have no part in the business so you weren't really on my radar. When we started talking, sure you did give me the latest gossip, but I wanted to talk to you. Like for realsies."

"So when you told me that you grew up alone-"

"That was all true. Everything I told you about myself was true, except for the whole undercover cool secret spy thing. You have every right to be mad-"

"I'm not mad." You told him and Jake's eyebrows shot up.

"You're not?"

"You were just doing your job and I can respect you for protecting your city, like batman." You sighed, regretting references batman in this serious conversation. "Most of my family there don't like me and do terrible stuff anyways. We were only relates by blood, besides, you did tell me not to go."

"I didn't want you to see the aftermath of everything. You had no part in anything and-

"But wouldn't I still get in trouble for not reporting it? I mean, I knew what kind of people they were but I didnt say anything." Jake stayed silent and she continued, "Why protect me? There are others in there that had no part too. Why me?"

"Because..." he trailed off, feeling his heart start to race as you looked at him to continue, "Because, your special to me. I really really like you, [Name]. I like the way you talk, the way speak about your students, the way you smile, the way your eyes softened when you talk about things you love. The way you put up with my childish antics and act like you don't like it but smile just seconds later. You never judge when I'm talking and I like you so much that I feel like I'm about to burst. I would rather you hate me than me not be in your life at all. I know I lied but I am serious about you and when this is all over, I want to fulfill the promise I made to you. I am in love with you."

I am in love with you. That's all you needed to make your decision. Your hands found it's way to the sides of his face and your lips found it's way to his. He immediately wrapped his hands around your waist, one resting one the small of your back and the other resting on your hip, stabling the both of you admist your passion. You moved your right hand into his hair that was already ruffled and messed up as he was running and finding his way to your apartment. He kissed you as if he was been yearning for the touch of a woman for centuries. It was so gentle but so passionate that you could feel your face getting hotter and heart beating faster. You both pulled each other as close as possible and he leaned forward to try and deeply feel you even closer. When you finally did break the kiss, he stared down at you with half lidded eyes, drunken on love and the sight you.

You grabbed his chin and softly brought it closer, "I love you too. The way that you joke around, the way that you smile, the way you talk, the stupid smile on your face when you talk about 'Die Hard' or the stories you had when you were a cop. I love all of it. I love you." You whispered and he rested his head on your shoulder, overwhelming happy that he didn't ruin one of the best things in his life.

"So, it's after the wedding technically. How about that date-" He started as you just melted into his chest.

"Just shush and enjoy this moment. We'll figure out everything later. Let's go to my room." You grabbed his hand and led him to your room, "While I have your attention though, you need to drop these tracksuits because I love a man in uniform."

"Already on it." He smirked as you closed and locked the door. You, [Name] Ianucci, dating and being with a cop whose absolutely hated by your family. What's the worse that could happen?

[deathofacupid]

dude (blurb) | jake peralta

summary: "dude" but romantically.

warnings: none.

pairing: fem!reader x jake peralta (friends to lovers)

word count: 0.8k+ words

"okay, but i'm serious! you have to try it, it's literally amazing."

"i was gonna take your word for it, but i remembered it's you... so, no."

"dude," he whined, a soft smile adorning his lips.

"dude," you say back, same tone.

"fine, fine, what if i make you one? that's, like, no work required. y'know minus chewing."

"jacob jeffrey peralta, i am not, not even on my deathbed, trying pickles with ice cream. that's just a new level of gross."

"but charles approved it!"

"why on earth would that affect whether or not i try it?"

"y'know, i have no clue. i'm getting desperate."

"i can see that."

"dudeeee," he kicks his feet on the floor as he's sitting next to you on the couch. die hard is playing on the tv in his apartment, but the two of you have seen it so many times, you practically have it memorized by heart.

and why would you ever watch die hard when jake's sitting right there?

between you and yourself, you know which you'd rather watch. okay, "watch" sounded creepy.

you're laying on his lap as he's looking down at you, pouting.

you roll your eyes, but it's all fun. "dudeeee."

truth be told, you're sure you can handle the odd food combo, but teasing him and drawing this out is so much more fun. god, you really are in love with him.

"pretty, pretty, please? with- with, like, seven cherries on top?"

"just seven?" you pretend to be offended.

"i'm a brokie, the best i can do is eight." jake runs a hand through your hair, it's so comforting.

you sigh, "all right."

"to the cherries or the pream?"

"the- the what now?"

"pickles. ice cream. pickles and ice cream. pream? yeah, you know what, that's... that's not it. doesn't roll of the tongue great."

"oh, yeah. that, and it sounds like an std."

"good point. i'm gonna assume you meant the... cream... pi... creampi-"

"i'm gonna stop you right there."

he nods quickly. "right. what about cream-"

"not if it starts with 'cream', dude."

"icickles?"

"n-"

"piccream!"

"if i try your 'dish'," you air quote, "will you stop trying to come up with names."

"maybe."

you give him a look, and he amends, "yes. maybe. i pledge to do my best." jake salutes you, then pokes your check. you scowl, swatting him away and sitting up.

"lead me to your kitchen."

"sure. it's five steps that-a-way," he says, pointing to the kitchen that is quite exactly five steps away. like a true gentleman, jake scoops you - through which you protest ("dude!") - and then (after six steps, actually [wow, his apartment is slightly bigger than hypothesized]) sets you on the counter.

"i feel like you should know that i'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."

"but why would you when i'm here?"

"dude."

"dude," he replies, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer.

"how are you even supposed to eat this? like... spread it? o-or dip?"

jake grabs a spoon and scoops some ice cream onto it. "watch, young jedi."

"i don't-"

"shh, i'm yoda-ing." he spreads it on the pickle and shoves it in your face. slowly, you sniff it. it doesn't smell... like anything bad, really.

it doesn't look great though. "is it too late to go back?"

"yes." after a second, he groans, "gah, i'll go first." he takes a bite, and you make a face.

"mmm... you shouf knodis is-"

"jake, swallow."

he grins and you furrow your brows. "what- oh. oh! jake!" your cheeks heat up so quickly, for a number of reason. because, yeah, obviously the second one sounds better.

also, of course that's what he instantly goes to.

"oh, my god. are you twelve or thirty-three? because i honestly can't tell."

"dude, i'm well-versed. you wouldn't understand."

"i'm... twenty-five. wo-wouldn't i-?"

"schematics."

"yeah, okay, bud."

"dude," he corrects.

"right," you murmur, "dude."

you don't really realize how he's leaning in, the way if you do too, your lips would touch. you falter, and you can feel warm breath minglingwith yours.

jake cups your cheek and you lean into it. you aren't sure what's about to happen, though it should be obvious. but with jake, you're nervous, afraid that this isn't really happening.

you have no clue what he's done with the pickle, and you have no clue why that's what's on your mind right now.

he squeezes your waist gently, a way of asking for permission. you nod, and at first, it's just a brush. just a brush of his lips against yours, feeling for some type of sense that this is happening. that it's reality.

you press back against him, your hand on top of his, the one on your face. your other hand blindly feels for his hair, tugging against his soft, brown curls.

when you pull away, you're breathing hard. not because of the kiss, because it wasn't aggressive or any longer than twenty seconds, but because of the adrenaline of it all.

"dude," he breathes, and you giggle.

"y'taste like pickles. and ice cream. it's actually not that bad," you admit. "at least not on you."

"dude," jake repeats, dumb-founded at what just happened.

you peck him again, right on the lips, "dude."

[lenacosse]

You are in love

pairing: jake peralta x reader

cw: none

word count: 1600

summary: literally just based off the song you are in love by taylor swift, was written so quick but i love it

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One look dark room, meant just for you

“Jakes staring again,” Amy hummed nudging you to look.

You made eye contact with Jake who quickly looked away, your face went red and you tried to hide your smile.

“He wasn’t even looking at me.” You reply, shutting down Amy’s ideas.

“If you say soooo,” she blew you a kiss and stumbled over to the bar.

Before you knew it Jake was over sitting beside you, you smiled and took a sip of your drink.

“Hey.” Jake said.

“Hi.” You replied.

“Having fun?”

“I guess, just very loud in here,” you shrugged.

“I can’t believe you’ve been with us for three years now,”

Time moves too fast, you play it back

“I remember how shy you were, how you were scared of Holt.” Jake teased.

“Shut up Jake.” You playful shoved his arm, then resumed fidgeting with the buttons on your coat. “I remember you being oh so adamant to help me.”

Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke

The two of you went back and fourth, Jakes only goal was to torment you. Something he done very often, you didn’t mind you thought he was funny but never would you admit that.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Jake asked.

“Actually yeah, I’ll call a cab.”

“No need, I’ll drive us I haven’t been drinking.”

“Okay.”

No proof, not much. But you saw enough.

Jake stands up and holds out his hand to help you up, this of course had your face turning red and your heart thumping. It was the little things he done that mislead your heart, there were times where you swore your feelings were mutual. Maybe you were wrong, but sometimes you allowed yourself to dream.

Jake even went as far as opening the car door for you, usually you’d roll your eyes at the gentleman approach but for some reason it was sweet when Jake done it, as much as you’d joked that he was a womaniser you knew he was far from that.

Small talk, he drives.

“So how are you enjoying work recently? Feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” You ask as Jake drives.

“The usual, busting drug lords, bringing down the mafia, saving the world day by day.” Jake replies.

“Ha ha very funny Peralta.” You roll your eyes, and his only response is a bashful grin, one that you know will reply in your mind.

Coffee, at midnight.

You and Jake went back to your apartment, you read the clock which hits midnight as he hands you a mug of coffee.

“Gonna be up all night,” Jake jokes.

“Oh I can image, you high on caffeine like a little child.” You tease, Jake just pulls a mocking face at you.

You go sit out on your balcony, Jake follows behind you and you sit in a comfortable silence drinking your coffee.

The light reflects, the chain on your neck.

“The moons reflecting on your necklace,” Jake says, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Really?”

He says, “look up” and your shoulders brush.

“Look up,”

No proof, one touch. But you felt enough.

As you do you brush shoulders with Jake, the touch sending chills down your spine. It was as if he sent electrical waves coursing through your body, it just solidified your undying commitment. You ever longing attraction. It spoke volume.

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out.

A comfortable silence emerged yet again over you both, that happened often with Jake. It’s not that you it was awkward but because you simply didn’t need to talk. As you watched him admire the moon the feeling that settled in your stomach grew, you found yourself reflecting on your feelings. It was simple. That feeling was heard in the silence that feeling was felt on the way home, and you could see it with the lights out. There’s was only one answer.

You are in love.

True love.

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Morning, his place.

You and Jake had been on your second date together, he asked you out two weeks ago. It came out in a complete blur.

You and Jake had just chased down a fugitive on the run, you ran two blocks which included jumping over fences and dodging hotdog carts. God this job was going to kill you. But finally you got the guy as a result of you lunging forward and landing on top of him knocking you both to the ground. Jake arrested him and you turn to make your way back to the car when he calls out for you.

“(Y/N)?”

You turn around, “yeah?”

“Go on a date with me tomorrow night?” He blurts out in one breath. You didn’t catch a word.

“What?”

“Go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

You couldn’t stop the stupid grin that overtook your face, of course you said yes. The date had gone so well, so well that when you got home you stayed awake all night thinking about him. And of course you had no hesitation asking him out for another date.

Burnt toast, Sunday.

Now you lay in his bed, slowly waking up. Although when you hear the fire alarm you jump up and run to the kitchen.

“Jake?! What the fuck!”

“Burnt toast…” Jake pulls a face and grabs the toast from the toaster, the toast which is fully cremated.

You look between Jake and the toast, the situation of course has you both laughing as you make him sit down. You from now on are appointed to make the food. You sit together on his couch eating toast (not cremated of course).

“You wearing my shirt?”

“I can take it off if you want… sorry it was just the first thing I grabbed.”

You keep his shirt.

“No why would you apologise keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Just my ex, got mad when I used his stuff.” You shrug, you didn’t realise how much that upset you until Jake lifted your chin.

He keeps his word.

“I promise I’ll never get mad at you,”

And for once, you let go, of your fears and your ghosts, one step, not much. But it said enough.

Usually you didn’t believe promises, but how could you not with Jake? Jake who was fiercely loyal and dedicated, Jake who would do anything to make someone smile. You knew he would keep his promises, and two months in that still withstood.

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“Jake!” You squeal running down the sidewalk.

He catches you and grabs your waist.

“You completely dodged the mistletoe.”

You kiss on sidewalks.

You roll your eyes and turn around, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close. You share a passionate kiss, one that has your head fuzzy and lips swollen by the end of you. When he pulls away you blush like an idiot and take his hand, you walk towards the car.

You fight, then you talk.

“No but seriously,” Jake starts as he gets into the car. “Why did you dodge the mistletoe. Is it about your family again?”

“Jake we’ve had this conversation.” You sigh as you turn on your engine and start the car up.

“I know but I don’t understand, you bring me to family events but you refuse to introduce me as your boyfriend.”

“Because it’s not that simple!”

“What’s not simple? All you have to say is ‘mom, dad this is my extremely handsome boyfriend Jake’ see easy.”

“Jake be serious come on,”

“Sorry. But please just tell me what’s so wrong with it, are you embarrassed of me or something?”

“How can you say that? Of course I’m not embarrassed of you Jake.” You sigh. “I don’t tell my family because I can’t handle them ruining this for me. Every time I’ve been happy they ruin it for me, either it’s them discrediting me becoming a detective because my sister has became a doctor, or it’s them making me feel bad for feeling sad when someone disappoints me, or most frequently it’s them picking apart all of my boyfriends because god forbid I’m happy for once. That’s why Jake. That’s why I refuse to introduce you as my boyfriend because I refuse to let them put things into my head.”

“I’m sorry, I had no idea.” Jake rubs a thumb over your hand.

“No it’s not your fault, I should have told you.”

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One night, he wakes

You smile looking at Jake before returning to your book, the lamp on your beside table dimly lights up the room. And again you find yourself staring at Jake, who’s so peacefully sleeping. His features outlined by the light, making him look ethereal. You were staring so intensely that you almost didn’t notice him waking up.

Strange look on his face

“Why are you looking at me like that.” You softly laugh, “everything okay?”

Pauses, then says;

“You’re my best friend.”

And you knew what it was.

The simplicity of the words has your throat stifling. You could recognise that realisation anywhere.

He is in love.

You knew he shared it too.

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out.

Finally you weren’t alone in this. You shared it, the love lingered all around. It was heard in the silence by both, it was felt on the way home by both, and it was seen with the lights out, by both.

[miss-celestial-being]

jake peralta going on a blind date that boyle set up but she’s actually completely his type

literally the love of my life tysm for the request

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"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. And did I mention, no!" Jake says exasperatedly. "You see, I knew you would say that which is why I already set up the date with her." Charles rebuttals. He tells him your name as he taps rhythmically on Jake's desk. "She's thirty-two, she loves herself some Tay-Tay, and her favorite soup is crab bisque. I met her in my hot goat yoga class." "Ew, what." "Yeah, I'm hearing how that sounds now. But still, I think you'd like her. Who knows, by the end of the night you may just be smushing booties." Jake groans, "God, Boyle, don't say smushing booties." "Right, yeah, yep," He picks up the file from Jake's desk, turning to the man as he walks away, "Shaw's Bar, 8 o'clock."

Charles turns back around and bumps into Terry as he walks to his desk. He groans as he crushes his yogurt cup in his hand, "Damnnit, Boyle." "Sorry," He says as he backs toward the exit of the bullpen. He rapidly clicks the close button once inside the elevator, evading Terry's angry gaze. "Jake sighs as he looks back at his computer.

"So, hot date tonight, huh?" Amy asks as she leans around their computers to smirk smugly at him. "Uhm, no. I'm not going," He says, his eyes not leaving the screen as he types mindlessly. "What? Why not? Charles says she's perfect for you." "Exactly: Charles thinks she's perfect for me. Knowing him she's either some hot goat yoga-loving freak, or-" "Or actually perfect for you. I think you should give it a shot. I mean, you're constantly complaining about how horribly dull your love life is," Jake frowns, "Hey, now, I wouldn't say horrible dull-" "Yes you would, and you have. Now no more fighting, you have a date to get ready for." Jake looks at the time at the bottom right corner of his monitor and sighs, "All right, fine. But when this all goes to total shit, I'm blaming you." Amy rolls her eyes with a grin and opens the next file from her stack as Jake makes his way to the elevator.

-

The bell rings as Jake opens the door to Shaw's Bar, his free hand shoved in his jacket pocket. The warm, boozy bar air fills his nostrils as he steps toward the bar, the glass door closing slowly behind him. He looks around the bar, hoping to instantly recognize the mystery woman, to no avail.

The bell rings again as Jake asks Hank for an orange soda on the rocks. The bartender sighs exhaustedly as he pulls the Crush can out of the mini fridge from behind the bar. "Jake?" A voice asks as someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns around, and his mouth opens and closes like a fish as his brain short-circuits. "Or not?" You laugh awkwardly, "I'm really sorry about this, I was told someone would be here, but it looks like he stood me up." You sit one chair over at the bartop, sighing as you rest your chin on your fist.

"Hi," Jake says as he hold out his hand, "I'm Jake." "Oh," You breathe, "Sorry. You didn't say anything and I just thought- Y'know what, never mind, I'm probably not what you were expecting." Jake smiles, "Well, you're right there. Charles told me he met you in a 'hot goat yoga class'." You cringe slightly, "I honestly didn't even know his name, I walked into the wrong building and he started talking to me about his friend Jake." "Sounds about right." You both laugh and he moves to the chair between you.

"So, my weird friend tells me you like Taylor Swift," Jake starts and the conversation lasts hours, the orange soda on the countertop left completely ignored. "All right, time to wrap it up. The bar's closing." Hank says as he wipes the counter. "Oh my god, how long have we been here?" Jake asks him, surprised. The bartender ignores him as he moves on to another part of the bar. You look around to find the bar completely empty.

You laugh quietly, "This was fun," You say softly as you exit the bar, "We should do this again-" You're cut off by a sudden surprising kiss, Jake's hands holding your cheeks gently to keep you close. Your eyes flutter closed and take the collar of his shirt in your fists. He pulls away, mumbling out a quick 'noice' before getting pulled back into a kiss that leaves him gasping for breath.

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ik this ended abruptly but its a school night and i have to go to bed so this is as good as we're getting today

i really hope you liked this bc jake has been on my mind for ages and i couldnt find many fics here sadly

dont hesitate to request more

[shewroteaworld]

How He Made You Feel

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

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

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

Word count: approx. 2,500

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

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

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

Your back relaxes. “Thanks, Jakey.”

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

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

Your face warms. “I never said that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kay. Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Forgot my keys, babe!” Jake calls.

“Coming!” 

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

His head tilts. “Why the long face?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The creeper?”

“Mhmm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You listening to me, babe?”

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

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

“That’s alright.”

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

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

You feel Jake studying your side profile.

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

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

“More than okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re fine. Nothing’s happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N).”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take all the time you need.”

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

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

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

He nods.

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

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

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

Jake nods. 

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

“That’s definitely weird.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod. 

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

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

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

“Violated.” You admit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He returns the peck. “Forever and always.”

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

[bvttoneyes]

"2 AM and I'm Cursing Your Name" ~ (jake peralta x reader's version)

sum! "Reader got home way too late and the Jake has been pacing and worrying all night..."

tw! arguing, idk jake

uhhhh idk how i feel abt this mixed feelings ngl, kinda short too

You and Jake had been fighting for just stupid things for a little bit now. It never was super important and you would just make up 30 minutes later. Not this time though.

This time it was a stupid argument, because Jake was being stupid. He fought a dangerous criminal without backup and not only that, his gun fell out in the car. Not only was this dangerous but he got away.

The two of you were upset about different things when it came to this situation, but you both agreed you were upset.

"Can we drop this? I'm still trying to catch a criminal, ya know my job?" Jake said, peeved.

You could only roll your eyes and reply snarkily, "I am literally trying to tell you about my concerns for your job! But why would you care? You don't listen!"

He returned the same eye roll, "The same concerns that I quite literally have heard all week possibly? Those concerns?"

You couldn't respond with anything other than a scoff/laugh. Absolutely speechless. Sorry you don't want him dead? Why doesn't he listen?! Why is he so stubborn?!

Your grabbed your purse, your phone, and your keys before leaving. You went out the front door without a word in reply to him. You were so pissed off you couldn't physically be around him, so you just left. You'd be back before you went to sleep, but you wouldn't tell him that.

You could hear him get half way through your name before you shut the door, calling you to come back.

He noticed you had turned your location off, so he wouldn't follow you. You stubborn bastard.

You were just walking around Brooklyn for a while, besides the smells, you forgot how pretty New York can be at night. You saw the sunset and then the buildings lit up once it was dark. You got a few pictures of it. You got some snacks while you were out, street meat and what not. But you wanted to go back home. Even though that was gonna take another hour to get home.

You got some fast food before arriving home, your favorite order and Jake's. You still loved him and wanted him to eat. You know he won't eat if he feels like something is genuinely wrong. He'll focus on fixing that rather than eating.

You got home, food and drinks in hand, walking in the front door. You saw him pacing around the living room, phone in hand, before he realised you were there.

"Babe, look I didn't understand why you were so upset until I imagined it was you. I imagined you going in without backup and without your gun and it scared me. I'm sorry and you're not in the wrong, okay? Please don't be mad at me" He blabbed out.

You started smiling halfway through his sentence, "i brought food for us?"

You held up the bag as you talked, showing proof.

He smiled back at you and grabbed the drinks from you to make it easier to carry.

You guys ate together while watching a movie. Once you both finished your food you ended up cuddling, accidentally, while watching the movie.

"I'm sorry I was sorta a jackass," You say barely above a whisper, "I was just mad that you did something that dumb and didn't seem to care"

He nodded, "I know. It's okay, I'm not mad."

[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

[butterphii]

Just Us

Go Along (Part 4)

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TW: Fake relationship, friends to lovers, mostly fluff, sexual tension, Jake jorkin' it, Jake letting you watch him jorkin' it, reader jorkin' it for him, pet names, a little bit of ignoring, cussing, cum eating, probably some I forgot..

Note: Last time, thank you to @anyalikeslasagna for helping me so much with this series and for being my like..best friend the past month or so. Wouldn't even be writing this without you, lol. Love ya!! Enjoy, lovelies! ♡♡

-------------------Jake Peralta------------------

You woke up to the sound of your bedroom door opening. You opened one eye to check the time: 2:35 A.M. What the fuck? You thought, closing your eyes again and pretending to sleep.

Jake groaned as quietly as he could when he saw you still asleep. "Baby, wake up." He whispered from your doorway. You chose not to act like you were waking up and continue the act. You heard him sigh and step closer to you.

He picked you up carefully and slowly, moving you closer to the wall. You tried to keep a straight face when he stepped into bed behind you, curling his arms up around you. You could feel him getting harder with each breath.

"I'm sorry about last night, baby. I was being rude. I really do like you, like, a lot. I just don't want to ruin what we have, ok? I know you're asleep and can't hear me right now, but, I think I love you. You're the woman of my dreams, basically." He cleared his throat, pushing his hips into yours, his aching bulge pressing against your cheek.

You opened your eyes, pretending like you didn't hear him just confess his love for you. "Jake, what are you doing?.." You said, voice groggy even though you've been awake. "Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep. You just looked cold." He lied.

"Well I'm not. You can go if you'd like." You replied, acting like you're still angry about the night before. "Be quiet." He growled into the side of your neck, where he pressed a kiss before pushing one of his legs between yours.

Your cheeks got hot and your eyes widened. "Jake, I-" You stuttered. "Quiet, baby. Go back to bed." He whispered against the back of your ear, feeling you shiver underneath him. "O-ok.." You whispered back, trying to suppress the feeling of your core pounding with anticipation and need.

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The next morning when you woke up, you still found your body tangled with Jake's, but he was already awake. His breathing was heavy and shaky. "Good morning, Jake.." You grumbled. "Oh- Fuck, shit, shit, shit.." You heard him groan back, his voice a mix with a whimper.

"You ok?.." You asked, worried. "M-mhmph.." He tried to keep his voice at a low pitch. You turned your head and looked down to see what he was doing. You couldn't quite see it, so you turned your body, legs still wrapped around Jake.

"Oh my god." You gasped when you noticed what he was doing. He was jerking off, literally on you, because of you. "I- Fuck, I'm sorry-" He tried to grumble out, but you could tell he was reaching his breaking point.

You reached your hand down, letting your fingers rest between the bumps of his knuckles. "Can I?.." You asked softly. He nodded eagerly. His fist moved out of the way, and you could finally get a view of his size. It was a lot bigger than anything you'd seen before, but you expected it from him when you felt him get hard on you multiple times before.

Your hand moved up and down the veiny rod. You bit your bottom lip when's Jake's head leaned back, his Adam's Apple bobbing when you made him groan by using your other hand to massage his balls.

"I'm gonna cum, shit, shit-" He tried to warn you before his length spat out milky ropes of spend. You gasped when a few littered your hand, some still leaking out of the tip when you tilted Jake's head back to you and made him watch as you stuffed your fingers into your mouth, moaning when the sweet taste surrounded your tongue.

Jake leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a glazed kiss. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, begging to be let inside, as if he had been waiting and waiting to do this forever.

Your tongues clung together, dancing in a spicy tango of sweet, heady cum and warm saliva, the two mixing together to create a perfect blend of both of your bottomless sexual desire for each other. "I've been waiting for this a long time, Jake.." You panted out between kisses. "Me too, baby, me fuckin' too." He pulled your hips to his, grinning when you moaned into his mouth when his hard dick slipped between your legs, sliding across the wet spot in your silk panties.

You smiled, one hand on his jaw and the other the back of his head, when his alarm blared. "Fuck, I have work today." Jake groaned angrily. You panted when he stepped up from the bed, tucking himself back into his boxers, slipping on his pants and picking up his shirt before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead as a 'goodbye'.

"Love you." You smiled before he walked out of your room. "Love you, too." A hearty chuckle escaped his lips as he walked down your hallway, front door clicking when he left. This time, you knew it'd be different. You knew he liked you back and you knew he'd come back. All you had to do was wait.

[kaycode1999]

I wanted to request some head cannons or drabbles for Sun Wukong(LMK) x daughter_of_buddha!reader or just like female_gojo!reader. [ romantically ]

I think it might be funny to see how they interact since neither cares much for rules or gods. Not to mention with the whole buddha putting the golden headband on Sun Wukong thing. Ngl, I feel like they would only meet because of monkie kid( but you can make it so that they knew each other before him).Like reader is a big sister figure for MK. If they do meet and realize who the other is, I think they would fight/spar immediately and it would end up in a tie. IDK

To start off, I think the relationship would be some mix between like Flynn Rider and Rapunzel or Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago.

I do see this going one of two ways though

1.

In the case of the character being a daughter of Buddha, I kind of think Wukong would initially transfer his negative feelings toward Buddha/Sangzang putting the pain crown on him and trapping him in insolation for 500 years onto her and similarly he would assume she is stuck up, unfeeling and snobby ( high and mighty- that kind of thing). So he'd intentionally be a teasing nuisance to her until he eventually comes to his senses and/or realizes that isn't the case.

He and the daughter of Buddha are more snarky with each other than being violent because she loves MK and feels like Wukong will not protect him and be a bad influence. Eventually the two start bonding/finding common ground over not caring about any of the celestial B.S. And shared care for MK

When he does realize she isn't what he thought, he starts to notice some weird things happening. Suddenly he finds himself getting distracted thinking about her, staring at her absent-mindedly whenever she's around, wanting to be around her, and just generally being nicer than he usually is to her and he doesn't know why

She fell first - he fell harder

The worst is when she brings her new boyfriend around. Wukong doesn't understand why but whenever he sees the guy it’s ON SIGHT.

He doesn't actually do anything but the person just makes his blood boil and anyone who knows him well enough can tell whenever the guy is around he gets quiet and pouty like a child

MK is the one who has to explain to him that what he's feeling is jealousy and that he has feelings for Buddha’s daughter

Of course he denies it. And denies it. And denies it. And denies it

That is, until she gets hurt either physically or emotionally. Seeing her in any pain would cause him to realize his feelings, and it sucks because he wants to eviscerate whatever caused it but he might not be able to depending on the circumstances. But if he CAN do something about it, believe me he’ll tear whoever or whatever hurt her to shreds

He doesn't easily admit his feelings but he does eventually

Or

#2

The daughter of Buddha’s character dislikes Wukong because of his past and instantly threatens him out of fear for MK’s safety and Wukong is instantly in love because he sees her as strong and beautiful

*basically this*

Wukong constantly shamelessly and blatantly flirts with her who in turn makes it clear she dislikes him

That is, until she spends more time around him and sees how much he truly cares for MK and also gets to know him better

All of a sudden she starts noticing how attractive he is and though he does have flaws he does have a nice personality

*he fell first- she fell harder*

She is very pissed to realize she’s fallen for the monkey king at first. However, she can't keep from acting different around him because she's nervous about him finding out and he picks up on this immediately

Initially, he worries he's done something wrong or overstepped some boundary he was unaware of and so he asks about it

She denies anything being different and doesn't want to say anything to him because she believes he doesn't truly feel anything special towards her- surely he flirts with any girl he sees right?

He lets it go for a while until he can't stand it anymore and confronts her about it and that's how her feelings come out

I might do actual fanfics about this in the future but for now I just wanted to do the head cannons

P.S. Thank you! This was super fun 😊

[aviscarrentals]

Yelp (Prologue) ls2

masterlist next chapter

words: 796

warnings: cursing, implied violence and character death, it's literally the opening scene of scream so use your imagination

notes: i promise these specific characters have been chosen for plot-related reasons. i love kimi, it made me sad to hurt him, but it's worth it for the story i promise 😪 hope you enjoy this teaser! i'll get to working on the main plot real soon i promise 🤞also if you see any mistakes please let me know. english is my first language, i'm just fucking stupid

“Mum, I don’t need a babysitter. I’m literally 18 in August.” … “No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell at you, but I’m not a kid. He doesn’t even do anything; he just sits on the couch, watches TV, and eats all of the good crisps.” … “Yeah, I know I said I don’t need him, but what’s the point of even having him here if he doesn't do anything?!”

“Kimi, pipe down a bit, will ya?”

“See? Did you hear that?” … “I’m not even being that loud!” … “Okay, yeah, that was loud, but it was because I’m pissed off, Mum.” … “That’s not even a curse word!”

“Mate!”

“Sorry, Ralf.” … “What? Are you kidding me? No, I’m not gonna call him ‘Mr. Aron.’” … “Yeah, whatever.” … “Sorry. Yeah, have fun, love you. Bye.”

Kimi hung up the phone and sighed dramatically. “I’m 17 years old,” he whispered to himself in the way one does when they’re angry, but don’t want anyone else to hear, while he fake kicked the wall.

After several minutes of pantomiming a temper tantrum, Kimi sat down at his desk. He could hear the disgusting crunches of crisps being belligerently chomped on by an open mouth from downstairs harmonizing with the bickering voices of Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago on the television.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath and unlocked his phone. Just as his finger was about to press the call button on his friend Ollie’s contact page, the screen went black, except for two green and red buttons and white, medium-sized lettering displaying who was on the other end of the line: “Unknown Caller”.

Spam, he immediately concluded and clicked the red button without hesitation. But, again, before he could select the FaceTime option, the Unknown Caller screen returned. Annoyed, he quickly answered and brought it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he asked tiredly. Maybe it was some distant relative who thought it was his birthday or something?

“Hello,” the voice on the other end echoed.

“Hello? Who is this?” he demanded, already out of patience. The last thing he needed on this already tragically boring evening was to get stuck on the phone for an hour with someone who claimed to have changed his diapers when he was a baby.

“Oh, you know who it is. We’re good friends,” the voice replied, this time with an eerie tone that made his skin crawl.

Before Kimi could answer, the sound of a bowl clattering to the hardwood ground made him turn his head to the open door. “Fucking dumbass,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me?” the voice seethed.

“What? Oh, not you,” Kimi rushed to explain, “my stupid babysitter.”

“Babysitter?” it asked him, chuckling.

“Fuck,” he moaned, leaning back in his chair. “Shut up. I meant-”

“No, I know what you meant,” the other line interrupted. “I know all about you…”

This made Kimi sit back up in his chair. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” It simply stated.

“Alright, is this a joke? You guys know I don’t like shit like this; it’s not fun-”

“This isn’t a prank!” the voice hollered.

Kimi fell out of his seat at the sudden noise, hitting his shoulder on the edge of his desk.

“Pardon my tone,” it apologized. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just don’t like when I’m not taken seriously.” Kimi could hear the bitterness seeping in toward the end of the sentence.

“You didn’t startle me,” he lied, getting up from the floor.

“Oh, don’t you try and deceive me,” the voice reprimanded with a snicker. “I see everything.”

Kimi’s heart fell to his now standing feet. “...what did you just say?”

“I said, ‘I know everything.’”

“No, you didn’t. You said…” At this realization, Kimi dropped his phone, not even bothering to end the call, and rushed out of his bedroom. Prank or not, he was freaked the fuck out and wanted to leave. Right. Fucking. Now.

As he made his way down the stairs, he abruptly came to a halt before he reached the bottom. On the floor in front of the couch lay a mess of crushed crisps and a haphazardly tossed wooden bowl from his cupboard. No Ralf. With shaking limbs, he descended the final steps to inspect the scene further.

“Mike! Mike! Mike!”

Kimi turned around so quickly he almost lost his balance. His heart settled when he realized it was just the stupid movie playing on the television. He promptly grabbed the remote and turned it off.

But when he looked at the reflection of the black tinted glass, he could see something behind him. Something out of the ordinary. He squinted to try and make out what it was.

“Aw, you don’t like scary movies?”

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[fl0wrmzy]

The comfort plan - Jake Peralta X fem!reader

word count: 2.9k

Summary: After a particularly hard case, Jake finds Y/N crying in the break room and comforts her.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, she/her pronouns, hurt/comfort, descriptive lines (brown hair and brown eyes), soft Jake, fluff, etc.

A/N: English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes that may have occurred. Taking on the responsibility of reviving Jake Peralta x Reader posts. :)

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Jake pushed open the door to the precinct’s break room, hoping to grab a snack before tackling the mountain of paperwork waiting for him. Instead, he froze.

Sitting on the worn-down couch was Y/N, her small frame hunched over, face buried in her hands as quiet sobs shook her shoulders. She was wearing her favorite maroon hoodie and black pants, but they seemed to hang on her smaller-than-usual figure, making her look even more fragile.

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice was soft as he stepped closer, his heart tightening at the sight. She didn’t look up, but her hands stilled slightly, acknowledging his presence.

“Hey,” he said, crouching in front of her, his usual goofy grin replaced with genuine concern. “Is this about the vending machine eating your dollar again? Because if it is, I swear, I'll go full Die Hard on it.”

Y/N sniffled, a small, broken laugh escaping despite herself. “It’s not that,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Jake tilted his head, studying her tear-stained face as she finally looked up, her big brown eyes shimmering with sadness. “Okay,” he said gently, “then whatever it is, it must be important. And lucky for you, you’re dating a guy who is both a world-class detective and an expert comfort-giver. So, talk to me.”

She hesitated, and Jake could see the turmoil in her eyes. Finally, she sighed. “It’s the case,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “The girl we were trying to save... I can’t stop thinking about her. We were too late, Jake. We didn’t make it in time.”

Jake’s chest tightened as he processed her words. It had been a brutal case—a young girl kidnapped and held for ransom, with a tragic outcome. He knew how much Y/N had poured into the investigation, spending sleepless nights chasing leads and going over evidence.

“Oh, Y/N,” he whispered, scooting onto the couch next to her and pulling her into his arms. “It’s not your fault. You gave it everything you had. Sometimes... sometimes things just don’t work out, no matter how hard we try.”

She melted into him, her tears soaking through his shirt. “I just... feel like everything’s falling apart,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Jake said, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye. “We sit here for as long as you need; I grab us some snacks—because crying burns calories—and then we figure out how to kick everything’s butt together. Sounds good?”

Y/N blinked at him, a faint smile breaking through the tears. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet you love me,” he quipped, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Seriously though, Y/N. I’ve got you. Always.”

And as she nestled back into his arms, for the first time that day, she believed it

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[maretinelli]

I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU

Jake Peralta X fem!reader

Summary: In which, y/n goes on a mission alone, things go wrong and Jake thinks his "best friend" has been murdered.

Words: 3.5K+

Warnings: Criminals, angst, mentions of blood, gunshots, detective missions, protagonists in love, best friends to lovers, happy and cute ending.

Author: Always warning, English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes that may occur in the story. And secondly, you can go to my profile and request stories from me, Just see which characters are on my masterlist and ask via chat or question box

Y/s: Surname

MASTERLIST

The weather in New York was starting to cool down, the leaves on the trees had all fallen in the fall, bringing a carpet of yellow, orange and brown colors.

"Hi" Y/n happily approaches Jake, who had just gotten out of the car.

"Hi, honey." He smiles all goofy.

"I brought it for you." The detective holds out a cup of coffee. "I walked from home and stopped at our favorite coffee shop."

"Thank you- Wait, what?!" He asks indignantly.

"I said I stopped by our favorite coffee shop," Y/n says naturally.

"No, before!"

"Ah, I said I came on foot," she says, entering the police station.

"Why?"

"My car is in the shop, and my bike has a flat tire."

"Oh, you're kidding." He throws his head back, walking alongside his friend and coworker. "Why didn't you tell me? I was going to pick you up! It's freezing to walk here. Not to mention how dangerous it is."

"Oh, you're kidding." He throws his head back, walking alongside his friend and coworker. "Why didn't you tell me? I was going to pick you up! It's freezing to walk here. Not to mention how dangerous it is."

"No, Jakie," he says softly, pressing the button for the elevator. "You live on the other side of town. You'd waste a lot of time coming to get me. Don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't waste any time!" Jake grimaces and lets Y/n enter the elevator first. "I could just pick you up, no complaints," he says seriously, and Y/n smiles.

"Tell me the truth, Jake. You would totally go without complaining just because you would be able to show off your new car on the streets of New York." Y/n smiles sideways, looking at Peralta.

Jake wrinkles his nose and smiles.

"Okay, one point for you! But that's not entirely true. You come before my car." He says seriously and the detective smiles. "No jokes now. After shift I'll take you home."

Y/n smiles.

"Okay, Detective Peralta." She walks closer to him and whispers in his ear, just to tease her best friend.

Jake tries not to show that he had closed his eyes, but Y/n notices.

"SERIOUSLY! I SAW YOU ROLL YOUR EYES WITH PLEASURE" Y/n jokes, patting her friend on the shoulder.

"What?? No!!" Jake says in alarm, sipping the first sip of his coffee, as the elevator opens. "Oh my God, my favorite!" He changes the subject.

Y/n, who was following right behind him, smiled.

"Of course, I know my best friend's taste," with that said, she walks past him and enters the enclosure.

Jake watches her walk to her desk.

"Best friend?" Boyle says to Jake. "You haven't told her yet-"

"Holy crap Boyle, I just got here!" Jake grumbles, but the whole squad hears.

"Excellent!!" Terry gets up. "I have news about the 51-BC case that everyone will be happy to hear."

"THIS!!" Jake and y/n scream loudly, clapping their hands together, while the squad looks at them. "Sorry," they reply together.

Jake and y/n had worked on this case for about 10 months and had no progress, and of course, what Terry said was really good news.

With everyone in the squad gathered in the meeting room, and Holt present, the Sergeant began to talk about the case.

"As we know, the criminal Jean had fled abroad. But everything indicates that he is back in New York. His drug supplier was caught with one of Jean's old henchmen. I asked Amy and Rosa to follow them last afternoon in the park and found some clues about where they might be."

"Detective Diaz and I, we found evidence that Jean was hiding in the old abandoned Benny's pizzeria. Because it's a bigger place with more floors"

"No, not at Berry's!" Y/n exclaims disappointedly.

Jake sighs sadly too.

"Something wrong, Y/N?" Holt asks.

"No, no, Captain. It's just that Y/n and I used Benny's as a refuge from our families when we were kids" Jake says and Y/n agrees, sitting in the next chair, with Peralta's feet in her lap.

"You guys grew up together?" Holt asks in surprise.

"Me, Gina and Jake"

"There's something I didn't know about Peralta."

Jake opens his arms and smiles victoriously.

"Okay, back to the point. I'm sending detectives so they can investigate how we can break into the place and arrest Jean." Terry says, flipping through the spreadsheet. "Okay, Amy and Rosa stayed here to review the old information. Boyle will be in charge of the signal from the devices. Y/N will drive Jake to the location and stay in the car, in case the plan goes wrong. Jake, you go in!"

"TRY!"

"NO!"

Everyone looks at Y/n, because her scream is louder than Jake's.

"What do you mean, no?"

"No, Sergeant. Let me go investigate the hideout. Not to brag, but I've been on this case longer than Jake has." She turns and smiles at her friend.

"Stay in your lane, I've been on this case for 10 months." He looks the woman up and down.

"Yeah, but y/s is the one who initially took the case. How many months ago? Like, 5 months earlier than you." Rosa turns and smiles victoriously.

"Damn..." Peralta mutters.

"Thank you so much, Rosa" y/n winks at her friend and she gives a small smile.

"Are you sure you can handle it? If something unexpected happens, you'll have to fight or run."

"Seriously, look at me. With this body here I can put anyone on the ground!" She stands up and shows off the muscles that were clearly invisible.

"Tell me this, Miss Weakling. On Saturday at your house, you couldn't even open a jar of pickles by yourself. You had to ask for my help." Jake throws it in her face, approaching Y/n and smiling.

"Uuuh, what did you do at her house?" Boyle asks, smirking at Jake.

"SHUT UP, CHARLES" Y/n and Jake yell together.

"Well, if Y/N says she can handle it. You can give her the job." Holt says. "If you need anything, I'll be in my office.

He leaves and leaves Jake angry.

"Damn. What am I going to do in that case?" He asks and Terry smiles.

"Simple, you'll stay here and lead Y/n to the places where the criminals aren't, based on security camera images"

Jake pretends to slide off the chair, taking his feet off his friend's lap.

"Cry, but cry quietly so you don't bother me" y/n teases, passing by him and going to change her clothes to pretend she was a mere tourist.

After each of the detectives were at their stations with the case, the journey began.

Jake had lent the car so that y/n could go to the place without raising suspicion.

"For Jake to lend his car, he has to be very much in love" Amy says and Rosa smiles looking at him.

"Total. They looked at his little face when y/n thanked him with a 'thank you, my dear'. He almost exploded" Diaz comments and the people start to scream in euphoria.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Jake ignores them, asking a question.

"No. We're waiting for you to send us the images from the cameras and turn on the devices so communicate with y/n and start work."

"Oh, right." Jake straightens up in his chair and starts working on the computer. "Detective Y/n, are you listening?" Peralta asks through the microphone that was connected to Y/n's headset.

"Listening in, Detective. Almost there."

"Okay. Guys, Detective S/n said he's close to the location, you can start working" he says and everyone starts doing everything they can to make sure y/n doesn't get caught.

After Y/n parked the car and got out to sneak into Jean's hideout, she passed on information to the detectives at the police station.

"Jake. I went into Benny's. No sign of any drug dealers, apparently."

"So? Just like when we were little?" Jake asks, but the captain listens.

"JAKE!"

"Sorry sir!" He says seriously. "Y/n...?"

"Exactly as we left it. I even bumped into that stove we had built to roast that piece of chicken you brought. Untouched."

"That's it!!" Jake gets a little excited in joy.

"Did she find anything?" Rosa asks curiously.

"No, but the stove we made when we were younger is still there" Jake sends a jewel with his hand and Diaz rolls his eyes.

"Jake, Jake, Jake!!" Y/n speaks quickly and Jake presses the headphones to hear more.

"Tell the squad that I found traces of a package of marijuana, the same ones we found months ago," she says, already putting gloves on her hands to pick up the evidence.

Jake informs the squad of the entire process that y/n had achieved. While Amy was already taking notes.

"I just spotted Jean, he has three goons behind him and I spotted a few more upstairs. Let Terry and Bolt know I'm aborting the mission."

"Okay, be careful." Jake takes care of y/n. "Sergeant!! S/n spotted Jean, but she's coming back here because there are a lot of henchmen there."

"Correct, let us know that with the evidence and information she gave, it is more than enough for us to enter with the entire squad," Sergeant Jefford explains.

"Honey, the sergeant asked-..."

"JAKE, I THINK I'M BEING STALLED." She whispers into the microphone, which makes the sound loud in the police station.

The squad stands on alert, ready to rush out and get her.

"Calm down Y/n, everything's going to be okay" Jake tries to calm the woman who was surrounded by criminals.

"Jake, they're really chasing me." The detective hears y/n's shoes making noise as she runs. "Jakie I--" they end up losing connection with the detective who was in action.

"Y/n?? Y/N??" Jake yells into the microphone and then looks at the squad who were in shock.

"We've lost connection," Boyle says and they don't know what to do.

"Let's go after her," Jake says, already grabbing his coat.

"No, we can't go," Sergeant says. "I know she's in danger, but if we go there, we could all die. They probably recognized her from last time."

"Sergeant! I need to go after her!"

"I ALREADY SAID NO!" Terry shouts, making everyone in the squad jump. "The best thing to do now is to send another police station there. Jean and the henchmen know us and this can only make things worse for y/n."

With that, Rosa starts dialing the nearest police station, reporting the unexpected event that happened on their mission and asking for help.

Meanwhile, Boyle and Terry began to calm Jake down, making him not leave the police station.

Until they start hearing a shrill noise coming from Y/n's microphone. Jake quickly runs to the table so he can talk to her.

"Hey, hey, honey! Y/N talk to us." Jake yells into his microphone.

However, the only thing the squad hears are three gunshots, someone falling to the ground and the loud noise again.

Jake falls into his chair in shock, disconnecting the connection between his and the detective's devices, while not really knowing who those shots were from.

"Oh my God." He says, staring at a fixed point, tears already threatening to fall.

The entire squad was left speechless. No one knew if those shots came from the gun that y/n had taken or from Jean's henchmen.

"What now?" Amy asks Terry desperately.

"Wait for news from the other police station," the sergeant says, sitting in the chair and placing his hands on his face.

Jake just looks at him with tears falling silently and stands up.

"If y/n is dead. It's your fault" Jake says through gritted teeth and points his finger at the Sergeant.

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50 minutes had passed, no sign of y/n at the police station, no messages from her and no sign of the other police station finding her there.

"I'M TALKING. IF THEY SHOT AT HER IT'S THE SERGEANT'S FAULT" Jake, who had already been upset for a few minutes, began to scream even more.

"JAKE STOP IT" Boyle says, as Holt holds Peralta from behind so he doesn't jump on Terry.

Meanwhile, the rest of the squad was calling all the police stations looking for news about the group member.

With the sound of the elevator opening unexpectedly, squad 99 looks in the direction and sees y/n coming out with someone handcuffed.

"Oh my!" Jake sighs in relief.

Everyone was shocked when a bloodied detective entered the pen and placed Jean inside the temporary prison.

"I got this piece of shit!" She throws him into the cell and runs her hand over the large cut on his lips.

"Damn..." She whispers.

Holt releases Jake without any reaction, which was also — common. Leaving Peralta to run towards y/n.

"Jake..." Y/n whispers.

"Honey, you're all hurt. Come on, let's fix this." Jake takes Y/n out of the room and takes her to the file room, which was calmer and more refreshing.

Y/n walks the whole way in silence, and sits at a table, while watching Jake take a first aid kit out of the closet.

"For God's sake, Y/n. With those three shots, I thought you were dead." The brunette says, approaching Y/n with cotton and alcohol to clean her skin.

"Sorry, I was trying to get in touch with you guys- Aawww Jake!!" She whines as she feels the alcohol clean her wounds.

"Sorry, honey," he says softly, making her smile at the tone of his voice.

"It's okay. The worst is over."

"Could you tell me what happened there?" Jake asks quietly, now cleaning the wound on her forehead.

"When I warned that I was being chased, Jean's three henchmen came at me, making my wiretap fall off. Luckily, I managed to throw them to the ground. However, Jean came after me, I tried to fight him, but I failed. The shots came from his gun, but the shots ended up going upwards, so I managed to knock him down and arrest him." Y/n summarizes what had happened.

"I thought the sound of someone falling was someone falling dead." Jake says and uses the cotton to clean the wound on the woman's lips. "...and I thought it was you." He looks at her woman's eyes.

"Sorry... I couldn't text or anything, my phone was broken. And the bug too. Sorry to worry you guys, Jake."

"You worried ME. I thought I was going to lose you forever. Do you know the despair that ran through my veins when I heard those shots and didn't know who they were?" Jake lets the tears fall, making Y/n cry silently too. "I really thought I was going to lose you today. And I don't want that, ever." He wipes the woman's lips and looks at her intently.

"You love me, don't you?"

Jake smiles awkwardly.

"Sure, I'm your best friend"

"Jake, no." Y/n smiles and then says seriously. "You love me romantically."

Jake is silent. Because that really was true.

Damn, that was so true.

"I've noticed it in the last few years. The way you show it is clear, just not to me until Amy said the way you look at me. The flirting, the unnoticed glances..."

"Y/n, no"

"Yes. After all, you wouldn't be staring at my mouth and with your hand lightly squeezing my thigh if you weren't in love with me," she says jokingly and they laugh.

"Okay, young lady. You win, I'm so in love with you. I've loved you since we were 15 and it hurt so much not to be able to tell you this secret. And the thought of losing you today, without ever having had you, broke my heart into so many pieces. Damn, Y/N. I love you so much!" He smiles with tears.

"For your information. I love you romantically too." She smiles and closes the gap between them. Sealing their lips in a kiss they had been waiting for over a decade for. A passionate kiss, but at the same time hungry for what they had lost over the years.

"The squad is asking how you are- OH, I'M SORRY, I CAME TO SEE HOW YOU ARE!" Amy says, desperate after catching Peralta and Y/N kissing.

Jake steps away from y/n smiling, trying to hide it by looking at the files. Y/n hides a smile.

"I'm fine, Amy. It was just superficial cuts, Jake's taking care of them for me." Y/n says, holding back a smile.

"Oh yeah, taking care." Santiago raises his eyebrows and smiles. "I'll let the squad know that you'll be up soon and that you're okay."

Y/n nods.

Before leaving, Amy turns to y/n and smiles, showing a jewel with her fingers while whispering. "That's it, good job. Finally."

Y/n rolls her eyes and Jake turns back to her.

"I know she did something while I wasn't looking, what did she say?" He asks smiling, approaching y/n and placing his hands on her thighs again.

Y/n laughed.

"She whispered 'Well done' and 'finally.'" The detective smiles.

Jake laughs.

"For her to talk like that, it's because you've really been in love with me for a long time." He jokes, making her roll her eyes and smile.

"A long time ago." Y/n smiles, approaching Peralta's lips again. "Ask Gina, she knows exactly the day I told her I was in love with you."

"And of course she knows, she keeps everything"

"Yeah" Y/n chuckles into Jake's lips.

"Now come here, I haven't finished kissing my new girlfriend and future wife's lips." Jake says, making y/n smile big and press her lips against his.

[91-1lover]

Me to my therapist: Sometimes I feel like the wild love child of Evan Buckley and Jake Peralta

*Next session*

My therapist: I couldn't stop thinking of what you said last week. I read about these two characters, then I review our sessions notes lately and today I will ask you some questions. I think you might actually have ADHD and we will try to prove it alright?

Me:...Say what now?

[randomsillyfangirl]

I've got my eye on you - Jake Peralta x Reader

I'm expanding 😍

But if you follow me for Pablo Gavi x Reader, dw I'll still be writing mostly him!! I'm just bored and absolutely LOVE Jake so I wanted to write this lol.

In this, you're also a detective. But new to the 99 team with your partner- your bestie. Also bc I love Jake and Amy, you and Amy won't be enemies. Let's just say that in this world they never dated.

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You and your partner walked into the 99th precinct building with a criminal, sending them to confinement. You and your partner high-fived each other. Jake Peralta noticed from his desk and turned to look at the duo. Charles swivel around to him on his chair, " impressive, right? Second day and already solved a case." and Jake nodded leaving his desk.

" Peralta. Nice to meet you...? " Jake introduced himself to you. " l/n. Nice to meet you Peralta." you responded smiling. Jake coughed, " you can just call me Jake." he spoke. " call me y/n then." you continued through conversation.

You two were interrupted by Captain Raymond Holt. " Squad. Id like it if you'd make y/n l/n and (besties f&l name) feel welcomed and assist them in any cases. " and you smiled, seemed like this precinct looked out for each other, unlike your old precinct.

Jake smiled and checked his watch, " Cap-iy-tan, since its around lunch time, I will be taking y/n out to lunch- to make her feel welcomed and what-not " and you smiled, since your partner had already started talking to Gina- is that a good friendship? Probably. Hopefully.

(Not gina slander I swear I love her 🙏)

Outside of some random street food place, you and Jake were talking. " my favorite Taylor Swift song? Definitely (your fav Taylor Swift song)! It's a lyrical masterpiece! " you told him. Jake smiled widely, " no way! Mine too!!" the two of you laughed.

" you solved a case in two days.. That's impressive. Mind helping me back in the precinct? " he asked you and you nodded,"of course! And I didn't solve it in two days. Me and my partner did. I can't take full credit. " you said, then taking a sip of your drink.

In the breakroom you, jake and amy were trying to solve a crime. " so, if the fires were all started at 12:34pm that would mean..." Jake was starting, " that means it must be that the person is free after around 12:00pm. Since they're all so close by. " Amy finished Jake's thought. You were trying to think, then you developed a crazy theory. " you said there's a gas station right around the corner, right? " you asked, both detectives nodded. " maybe, the fire-starter works there. Brings gasoline with them to their new target? And since they're all targeting big brand businesses- it could be from a small business owner? " you asked and Amy grabbed her laptop. " that makes sense. All we'll need is a list of the gas stations staff! Then we can narrow it down!" Amy looked at you, which made you feel happy- you really helped.

And it turned down your theory was right. A small business owner started the fires. You smiled with Jake and Amy while bringing the perp in. Jake looked at your smile and smiled more. Charles noticed and teased, " do I sense loveeee? " . " what? Of course not.. I barely know her., Charles " Jake denyed.

However over time as he started to work more with you, he couldn't help but look over at you, smile when you smile. And you felt the same for Jake, doing the same thing. You both had a crush on each other...

" You keep on staring dude, what's wrong with you? " Rosa told Jake, noticing he kept on staring at you. Jake huffed, " I've got my eye on her.." . " yikes. Isn't her best friend friends with Gina? If you two started anything, they will not stop gossiping about you. " Rosa continued to speak ." yeah! I know that Rosa!! " Jake dramatically replied. " id gossip about you too " Rosa said walking away laughing.