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thewinterpoet2 · 2 months

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ROXANNE

Jake Peralta x Reader

In which the reader is a secret vocalist outside of work as a detective in the 99th precinct, Jake becomes suspicious which leads to feelings rising to the surface.

WARNINGS: Swearing, themes of crime, theft, interrogation.

Word count: 15,654

Y/N~ Your Name

L/N~ Last Name

The first time Jake started to become suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

It was nearing Christmas which meant crime in Brooklyn had reached a new level of stupid, leading every Detective and Beat Cop to internally curse every black Friday sale to hell for eternity.

The squad of the 99th Precinct tended to be divided around the holidays, Boyle sprung into action, in true Boyle fashion, buying ridiculously expensive gifts for, well, everyone.

Santiago spent countless hours writing Christmas cards, and for the fifth year in a row, apologised incessantly to an exhausted UPS driver as she reluctantly returned all her holiday gifts for Captain Holt.

Gina loved Christmas and celebrated, to some, in what would be a very unusual way. But in her defence, setting up a PO box for her fans, meant she could have a very cheap Christmas. Thrifty and entrepreneurial, that's Gina.

Whereas, some members of the squad weren't as keen on Christmas. We know how Jake feels about Thanksgiving and with no suprise, this translates to his views around Christmas, too.

Rosa Diaz, although she hides it very well, spends Christmas with her family every year. Now her sexuality was out in the open, the healing her family went through have led, thankfully, to a much closer relationship. Rosa would never say this out loud, but knowing that they're fighting in her corner, is the best gift she could have ever asked for.

Oh, but if you asked she'd definitely tell you to "Mind your own fucking business before I get involved in yours" and according to her, "you definitely don't want that, do you?"

Jake Peralta was a great detective but a tricky human being. To put it bluntly, Jake hated Christmas. He hated carols, trees, "little scary elves that show up everywhere", and most of all, romcoms. Jake despised hallmark romance films. Was it because he was single for the 8th Christmas in a row? Who could tell, but he'd certainly deny it if anyone had the courage to ask.

Y/N, was definitely the wildcard out of the squad, especially when it came to the holidays. She'd told every detective the same bullshit tale of how she was going back to England to see her family for the holidays, how her least favourite gift is socks, how more than anything she hates carolling. Because, jesus, no one wants to hear her sing!

Detective L/N was a liar, for many reasons. Yes she was from England but she actually didn't mind socks and the biggest lie of all, maybe she'd convinced the detectives they wouldn't want to hear her sing... But her bandmates and their followers definitely did.

See, Y/N wasn't just a Detective, she was a trained singer, performer and songwriter. After work she tended to dodge Shaw's to head to band practice or straight to a gig, not that anyone had figured that out of course.

Not yet anyway.

Tne first time Jake became suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

Jake and Y/N were in the middle of interrogating a perp, nothing too gruesome or inhumane, a couple counts of petty theft and something that would hopefully have led to a new lead about a future bank heist.

William Dobson was his name.

"Why do all these perps have such boring names, why isn't he called Franco Goldminer"

Peralta turned around, slamming an evidence file onto the nearest desk. Y/N looked unamused at the topic of conversation but not surprised, it was Jake after all.

"Because I'm pretty sure 'Franco Goldminer' is A) too obvious for a criminal B) kind of ironic and C) sounds like an idiot that still lives with his mum in his 30s"

Jake's eyes twinkled at her quick and easy retort, not that she'd have seen that of course.

"Nah I stand by it, he's got a dumb name"

Scoffing Y/N stopped reading the provided statement, sighing in conclusion, rubbing her face with her hands,

"So we've got nothing, Jesus."

Peralta let out a sigh of annoyance,

"L/N why don't you go talk to him, I'll watch and see if he opens up to you"

Giving a cheeky grin he continued,

"I would say you could try annoy him into talking but you basically do that anyway"

Slapping his shoulder Y/N walked straight back into interrogation, ignoring his laughter trailing behind her.

William looks up at Y/N, recognition dawning on his face.

Fuck, this wasn't good.

"So Dobson, recount the night of the 16th for me again, seems some details don't match up from the tapes-"

Mid sentence you're cut off,

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Y/N made a sound of aggravation at being cut off

"Small world, lots of people. Anyway the footage shows a different time to the one you claim you-"

"Roxanne on 5th right?"

Shit, shit, SHIT. Y/N's blood ran cold at the name of the club she performs at, it's nice to meet fans, just not in the middle of an interrogation.

Fuck she had to play this off cool, nochelant, like nothing happened.

"I don't care about your personal life Dobson, you're here because you're a criminal. Distraction techniques won't work with me, I don't recall being your best friend, Sir"

Awesome she thought, professional and managed to get an insult in at the same time.

"aren't you in that ba-"

Slamming her file onto the table

"Jesus give it a rest you don't know me"

Y/N's voice came out high pitched, aggravated and very, well, unlike her. This was enough to peek Peralta's interest from behind the glass, this wasn't the Y/N he knew, his coworker who hated anything boring but rarely took risks.

Hands up in defeat, Dobson backs down and the interrogation continues as it was before, absolutely useless.

What Y/N didn't know is Peralta was on the other side of the glass, a puzzled expression on his face;

This was the day Jake Peralta made it his mission to investigate further.

"Who are you Y/N?" He mumbled.

A few weeks later, Jake stopped going to Shaws with the squad.

This in itself was confusing for his fellow detectives, Boyle was practically heartbroken thinking that he'd done something to scare his best friend off.

This led to Boyle doing everything he could to try and entice Jake to their bar, regardless of how weird it was.

Boyle is Boyle, he's very extra, but he's got such a big heart and that's all that mattered to Jake.

However, Charles' interference was only causing Jake more stress, his plan needed to be a secret to be able to make this work.

It was a Friday night, the day before New Year's Eve. Y/N had requested annual leave tomorrow, something that was rarely granted on holiday's (thanks again New York) Jake managed to find this much out from a single conversation with Gina, oh, and because the holiday schedule was on a public server but that seemed too easy.

If he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely was now, something was in the water and he simply had to know what was going on.

It's not like Jake was OBSESSED with Y/N, he just wanted to know her on a more personal level and she made that incredibly difficult.

"I like to keep myself to myself, work is work, home is home. Keep them separate"

Her beautiful voice repeated the devastating series of words more times than he'd have liked to have heard them. Never. None. No thanks.

He'd invited her to Shaw's so many times he'd lost count, he'd asked if she wanted to watch Die Hard at his apartment, he'd even asked if he could do more overtime so he could spend more time with her. In the 6 years he'd worked with her he'd made absolutely zero progress, it's hard to fancy someone that doesn't acknowledge your existence.

Jake thinks Y/N is perfect.

Plain and simple.

Starring at her, lost in thought. He thinks about her eyes, how he wishes one day she'd look at him with the same love and happiness he looked at her with. He wonders what their kids would look like, okay Jake that's a bit far you're sounding a bit like Charles, he internally scolds himself.

"JAKE" Y/N snapped her fingers to get his attention, a look that can only be described as concern adorning her features.

"Huh? Oh yes, yes. I agree, yes let's do that. Whatever it was you said" He rambled at the speed of light, pretending to have acknowledged the last 20 mins that don't exist in his mind.

A smirk grew on Y/N's face, something he barely saw but made him feel like the room just got 20 times hotter.

"Oh so you were listening, yeah? Fabulous, so we can go ahead and schedule the hip replacement..."

Jake's eyes grew wide, babbling out some incoherent nonsense he managed to find two words; "HIP REPLACEMENT?"

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and cried with laughter, barely being able to form any words.

"I was talking to you about someone I booked using their need for a hip replacement as an excuse, I joked she could use yours" wiping away tears, Y/N's laughter dies down seeing his daze and confusion.

"Are you okay, Jake?" Starring him down, he does what he does best, panics.

"I have to go" Jake stands up bolts out the room at top speed, leaving a very concerned Y/N.

Y/N has always liked Jake, he's bubbly, silly, but cares so much about everyone in his life, he'd go above and beyond for anyone and that's something you can't buy. She has wanted to let him into her personal life for a while but mixing personal and professional has never worked in her favour so she stops herself from letting things get weird and complicated again. Life is as complicated as she makes it after all.

Tomorrow Y/N's band were performing at Roxanne again for their NYE party, she was debuting the title song of their new cover album. Y/N has always been such a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, so "Go Your Own Way" definitely made the cut, providing, Jamie and Simon (her bandmates) were okay with that of course. She was excited, finally time to let her hair down and shed any stress from work.

Jake, after running out at top speed, took to his phone, made a few calls and booked a table tomorrow night for nine people.

At Roxanne.

Jake, Charles, Rosa, Amy, Terry, Captain Holt, Gina, Sully and Hitchcock.

And Y/N had no idea.

Well, neither did anyone other than Jake. This was going to be interesting.

The morning of NYE came and Y/N was ecstatic, eating breakfast at lighting speed, grabbing a coffee, brushing her teeth and then heading to the subway, felt like seconds. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun.

Y/N arrived at Roxanne at just gone 1pm and immediately hugged Jamie who gave a huge grin seeing her arrival.

"Hi baby! Don't you look a treat, you excited for later?"

Blushing and hitting his shoulder Y/N laughed at his brash complimenting.

"Yeah, yeah, save it Jame, where's your boyfriend? He better not be hiding, we're fucked without him"

"Right here gorgeous"

Y/N jumped and let out a sharp gasp seeing him right behind her.

"Don't scare me like that, dick!"

Laughing he pulled her into a hug.

"Ready to blow the world away with your pipes tonight angel?"

Laughing gently she said "As ready as I'll ever be, right let's practice idiots. Then we can grab some food before we have to change"

Y/N had her mind free from work and Jake, but for Jake, well that was another story.

To Jake this was a stakeout, he had no idea whether he'd find a Mafia organisation or nothing at all. He phoned up Roxanne to ask about the event but all they said was to "Check the damn website, it's not 1942 anymore" and the website hadn't been updated in months.

Jake was terrified.

An afternoon turned into the evening and soon Y/N was slipping on a red sequined dress, black knee high boots, two lace black gloves, smokey, dark makeup and her hair was in curls, ready to take to the stage.

Roxanne was bustling already and it had only just gone 8, she was on in 30 mins and this was their moment.

Warmed up and excited, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she jumped up and down to hype herself up, she had got this.

Jake on the other hand, was only just getting ready, nothing too extravagant just a classic shirt, no tie and a jacket, but a clean jacket so it counts, right? The table was booked for 9 and he had no idea what was going to happen or what would be uncovered.

5 minutes to their opening call, Jamie, Simon and Y/N were all hugging and hyping up each other, knowing this was going to be the performance of a lifetime.

The crowd are cheering already, the bar is stacked and there's no space in the room, the floor is filled to the brim full of people and the only remaining space is one singular table on the balcony of the club, a reserved sign sitting neatly in the center.

"LADIES, THEYDIES AND GENTLEMEN, TONIGHT WE TAKE YOU INTO THE NEW YEAR IN STYLE, YOU KNOW THEM, YOU LOVE THEM, IT'S 'CRIME ME A RIVER"

Running out onto the stage, the heat from the stage lights hit Y/N and then everything changed, her body felt warm and she'd never felt more comfortable. The first notes started of Go Your Own Way and she took a breath then started to sing.

Loving you

Isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things

That I feel?

The crowd scream at the sound of her voice, the sweet melody carrying through the entire club, out the doors, into the night.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

How can I

When you won't take it from me?

Y/N can't help but think about Jake as she sings, music really is true to the heart and god what her heart wants more than anything is him.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

Jake and the squad pull up to the club, Terry already confused about why they're at such a random location on NYE when they could be at Shaws or "somewhere that doesn't look straight out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show"

Squeezing through the crowd blocking the entrance to the club, Jake heard Amy gasp.

"Oh my god, Jake"

"No fucking way" Rosa chimed in.

"This is unexpected" Gina remarked.

"Terry did not see this coming" Terry exclaimed.

Tell me why

Everything turned around

Packing up

Shacking up is all you want to do

Looking at his shocked colleagues, Jake followed their eyeline to the stage, seeing Y/N he unconsciously held his breath. She looked out of this world, so out of character from the person he shares a desk space with, but at the same time, she'd never looked more, her. His heart beating faster than the beat of the music, he turned to look at the squad once more, seeing Rosa's smirk, Amy's disbelief, Terry's enjoyment, Boyle squealing like a child at Jake's reaction.

"Oh Jakey, I knew you liked her, I knew it, I can't wait to be best man at your wedding" Charles then carried on monologuing but it all drowned out to Jake who only heard Y/N, oh boy, could she sing.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Open up

Everything's waiting for you

During this moment he imagined Y/N was singing directly to him, his heart fluttered and in that moment he knew he had to tell Y/N, he just had to. Or he'd explode.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

All the squad started pushing past the crowd to try and get as near to the stage as possible, ignoring their table completely (well apart from Hitchcock and Scully) cheering, dancing and having a great time. Enjoying every second.

On the last note of Y/N's performance she took a breath and basked in the screaming of the crowd.

"THANK YOU! MY NAME IS Y/N AND WE'RE HERE SO YOU CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME, DO WE WANT A GOOD TIME?"

Hearing a scream of "YES" she continued by saying "OKAY SO HERE'S OUR NEXT SONG, THIS ONE IS A BIT DIFFERENT, IT'S MORE OF A POWER BALLED, ARE WE READY?"

But before the first note could be sang Y/N made direct eye contact with Jake, who was fondly shaking his head in disbelief. She smiled widely and blushed a deep red.

She knew they'd talk after, and he did too. But for now she'd show how she loved him by showing him who she really was, Unapologetically and he loved nothing more.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this fic, might do a part 2, if you want to be added to a taglist or if you want a part 2 full stop please let me know:) unedited so it's definitely not perfect haha. Enjoy!

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gayforrosadiaz · 10 months

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Long Day (Rosa Diaz)

Summary: After a long day, both you and Rosa come home to relax and unwind.

Rosa Diaz x Fem!Peralta!Reader

Warnings: None, just a very little makeout scene.

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"When do you clock out?" Asked Rosa, walking over to your desk. You were working on the case file of a drug bust, and couldn't wait to go home. It had been a really long day, to be honest.

"Right after I submit this case file to Holt," you replied, leaning back against your chair and heaving a deep sigh. "It's just not getting over."

"Power through, babe," she said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You've got this."

"When do you clock out, hm? I better not hear I'll be eating dinner alone tonight," you chuckled, looking up at her.

"I'm almost done," replied Rosa with a small, soft laugh. "Mine's a B&E, so it'll be easier with the file."

"God, there is so much crime in Brooklyn," you scoffed, hunching back over your computer. "When it comes to paperwork, I regret becoming a detective."

"If it makes you feel any better, we can order pizza from your favourite place after work," replied the woman.

You laughed and nodded, "You got me there, Diaz. Go on and finish your work, I'll wait outside when I'm done before you."

"Is that a challenge?" Asked Rosa, standing in front of you with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

You shrugged, "Maybe."

"Oh, it is on, Peralta," she gasped in mock-offence and walked back to her desk.

Sure enough, Rosa finished before you and was waiting outside, leaning on her motorcycle. You shouldered your bag securely and sat on the bike, rolling your eyes at her victorious smirk.

"Not. A. Word," you said in her ear as she climbed on. You wrapped your arms around her waist, leaning your chin on her shoulder. "And if you drive like a crazy woman I will shoot you in the face. No hesitation. I have the jurisdiction and a gun."

"Oh, I'm terrified," she said monotonously, but you noted her small smile in the rearview mirror.

"You should be," you replied, tightening your hold when she revved the motorcycle and shot off towards your house.

You both reached in a matter of five minutes, and your legs still felt wobbly as you reached the apartment elevator.

"Rosa Diaz..." you panted, holding on to the railing for dear life. "I am going to shoot you in the face, I swear to god."

"Come on, I was going slow!" She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers as you pressed the floor you stayed on.

"In my book, 35 miles an hour is far from slow," you grumbled.

Rosa pressed a soft kiss to your head and said, "Sorry about that, babe. I'll go slower next time."

"God, my brother would give up his internal organs to see this interaction," you laughed, walking out of the elevator as the doors dinged and opened. You unlocked the door of your small apartment and let her in, following as you hung up your coat and put your bag in the storage closet. Unlike your pack rat brother, you did enjoy a certain amount of neatness in your home, however small it was.

"Your brother's a dumbass," said Rosa, following your actions.

You groaned and planted yourself on the couch, scrolling through the phone for your favourite pizza place to order.

Rosa sat next to you, placing her arm across the backrest of the couch, which invited you to lay your head in her lap and order the food while she watched something on T.V.

"Today was a long-ass day," you admitted, ordering your usual pepperoni, and a simple margherita for Rosa. "I cannot believe a drug bust for like, three teenagers with some weed was so much goddamn work."

"I hate kids," said your girlfriend, moving her arm from the backrest onto your stomach. "They're miserable little things."

"Teens are worse," you scoffed. "The dude who looked like a scrawnier version of Harry Potter had the audacity to call me fugly. Like, hello, your face looks like you painted the skin on, what the hell?"

Rosa snorted, "God, what an ass."

"Exactly. I have no problem with babies," you replied. "But only if they belong to someone else. I just want to cuddle the thing. Do not make me clean up its shit and all that." You placed your phone away and looked up at her, scowling.

"Damn, ease up on the frown," your girlfriend said, her eyes going wide as she looked down.

"Give me attention, please." You pleaded, sitting up and lying down with your head against the headrest. "I am absolutely touch-starved."

"It is impossible to make that statement sound not-dirty," chuckled Rosa, switching off the T.V. and looking at you.

You rolled your eyes, "Take it however the hell you want, but I am touch-starved because you refuse to makeout with me at work."

"Have you forgotten that when Jake and Amy made out at work they literally killed a man?" Your girlfriend replied, looking at you.

"That's because he had a weak heart," you scoffed. "If Holt caught us, I think he'd just apologise and walk off."

The woman laughed softly, making you smile and, shockingly, blush a little. She slowly moved forward so that her hands were on either side of your body, and her face was inches from yours.

"Fine then," she whispered, smirking. "We can makeout at work, but only because you're fucking good at it."

You blushed and chuckled, "Yes, I win again. Rosa Diaz can never say no to me."

She shrugged and still stayed above you, making eye contact to fluster you more.

"Fuck off, just kiss me," you scoffed, catching her by the shirt and pressing a kiss to her lips. She immediately lay atop you, humming pleasurably as you deepened the kiss. Truth be told, at times, she didn't even know who was in control.

Your hands slowly cupped her face, and your thumbs gently stroked her cheek as the pair of you exchanged deep, but gentle kisses. Her lips were soft on yours, and you were most definitely addicted to the feeling of them.

She pulled away and smiled, before resting her head on your chest, her hands wrapping around your waist. You laughed, kissing her head and playing with her hair, saying, "You know we have to take a shower and change out of our work clothes, right?"

"Obviously," said Rosa. "Way to ruin the moment, jackass."

"I am insulted that you called me a jackass," you gasped, but still continued cuddling her. "Meanie."

"Oh yeah, I'm the meanie," she replied, looking at you. "Says the one who straight-up destroyed my moment of affection."

"Yeah, yeah," you rolled your eyes playfully. "Whatever. You love me."

She nodded, "Mhm, yes I do," with a small smile, she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

"If anyone from work saw us now..." you mumbled as she continued pressing small kisses to your lips and slowly going down to your neck.

"I would definitely shoot them in the face," she replied. "No regrets."

"The way there was absolutely zero hesitation with that answer," you chortled, earning an explosive laugh from her.

You both began to laugh hysterically, almost falling off the couch in the process.

The doorbell rang, and you had to pause laughing, gently pushing her off you, groaning, "Jesus woman, you are heavy-"

"This is all muscle, Peralta," she scoffed, sitting up on the couch, propping her legs up on the coffee table.

In minutes, you had paid the delivery man, and placed the two pizzas on the small round table you had in the corner of the living room.

"Order up," you sighed, sitting on a chair and devouring the first slice of your pizza. "You coming to eat, baby?" You looked at her.

With a groan, Rosa stood up off the couch, walking to the table lazily and sitting in front of you. "Why do you always insist on sitting at the table to eat?"

"Because I want zero crumbs on my couch. That cost me like, five months of my salary," you replied, gently kicking her under the table. "I am not going to be my brother."

"You spent five months worth of salary on the couch?" Gasped your girlfriend, moving on to her next pizza slice.

You chuckled and nodded, and both of you finished the pizzas in silence.

You quickly showered, and sat on your bed to read while Rosa finished up her bath as well.

You waited for what felt like hours before she came out of the bathroom in nothing but a sports bra and shorts. Your jaw dropped as you looked at her toned abs and strong arms, earning a chuckle from her, "It's rude to stare, Peralta."

"Shut up you absolute goddess," you gasped, sliding out of bed as she looked through your closet for something to pull on. You wrapped your arms around her from behind and pressed kisses to her bare shoulder, feeling her relax under your touch.

"Okay you perv, let me pull on a shirt," she laughed, pulling on one of your AC/DC oversized shirts.

"Noooo, where did they gooooo..." you wailed, letting go of her. "Bring them bac. Bring back those abs-"

"You are such a perv," she scoffed, laying in bed with you. You lay down as well, letting her wrap an arm around you from behind and press a kiss to the back of your neck.

"I'm not a perv, you're a perv," you countered lamely.

"Shut up, dumbass," she replied, but you could hear the smile on her face. "I love you."

"I love me too," you chuckled. Rosa gently hit your arm, making you laugh, "OW, okay, okay, I love you too!"

"That's how I know you're a Peralta," she scoffed playfully. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"'Night, Rosa," you smiled, closing your eyes and slowly falling asleep, happier than ever.

Long days were so worth it.

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