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letsperaltiago · 1 year

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did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? |jake x amy|

Some canon-compliant early relationship fluff (aka. one of my all time fave tropes) for you all :') And yes that hand-holding-article is real ahah. Prompt: "you can kiss me, you know." + "don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. " Words: 3.3k Rated: G

Leaving Shaw’s, she’d intended to stay away; the bar, the precinct, the mess, just everything, was to be left behind. Between depressing messages of hope, Yoghurt-mourning speeches, and then Jake’s… weird but also very sweet declaration of intentions on stage, it’d all been a tad too much for her. Primarily the latter. Jake. Gosh, if there was one thing she wanted more than anything it was to be with him. Easily and simply. Alas, the Vulture made it more than hard: impossible. How could she accept Jake be demoted for her? A girl he’d dated for 6 six days. Sure, there’d been almost two years of mutual, however staggered, idiotic pining which gave their new thing, relationship, whatever it was, some sort of emotional precedence, but still it seemed irrational and unnecessary that she’d have to cost him his dream job. No way. Not on her watch.

Which is exactly why she’d fled the scene. Not because of Jake telling her (and every other mourner in the bar) that six days together had been enough for him to know that they had something special, and that he wouldn’t give up on them because all he cared about was being with her. See that actually made her blush like a school girl, a flock of butterflies set free in her belly in the best and most horrible way at the same time, because that was probably when she really realized how serious Jake was about them… about her. It scared her. How did Jake Childman Peralta go from being her annoying colleague to suddenly showing, even publicly declaring (officially to his dead boss, that is) that he cared more about her than his own dream? It scared the hell out of her but in a good kind of way. Scary with Jake somehow felt good, and if it wasn’t for their dirtbag of a boss she’d been grabbing Jake’s hand and jumped off whatever cliff she and Jake were currently standing on.

Dead end. That’s what they were. She could see it in his eyes as he approached her with careful steps, catching her in the midst of packing her things. The hopelessness of the situation, their very own Gordian knot, sucked the courage out of his otherwise always bold and bright eyes as he confessed to being all out of plans and didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t a lot he got to say before Captain Holt had interrupted their despairing deliberation. Nevertheless, unmistakably and clear as day, it was all she needed to know and deep down already knew: Jake really cared about her and she about him… even more than she’d initially admitted to her still somewhat apprehensive self.

After getting their asses saved, quote Holt himself, Amy saw the light and liveliness instantly come back to Jake’s eyes, the darkest dreadful brown shadows of his irises driven away by gleeful hazelly highlights. Having previously felt as if she was the Greek titan Atlas carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, now knowing that nothing would stand in the way of them being together, the immense weight melted away in an instance. If Holt hadn’t been there and they weren’t in the middle of a buzzing precinct, she would’ve jumped into Jake’s arms and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Relief rushed through her veins, her blood circulating in a surge that reminded her that this was what feeling alive truly felt like. It could in no world, past life or parallel universe be wrong to be with Jake if it made her feel like this.

It was safe to say that Holt had already had his fair share of drama and drinks that day. Thus, after giving the two a nod and discrete look of delight (which by Holt-standards was equal to a blinding smile), he bid them a rest of the evening and trotted off to get a cab home to Kevin and Cheddar.

Then there was two. Just the two of them.

Jake turned to look at her, offering her thoughtful eyes and an amused smirk which let her know he had something in mind. She didn’t care what. Not in the sense that she didn’t care about what he was thinking; in the sense that he could tell her anything, as lame, crazy, boring, weird or whatever it might be, and she would gladly listen.

“Bar?”

“Definitely,” she grinned back, forgetting how she had cursed that place just 30 minutes ago. Amused and damning her blood for so shamelessly running to and ehancing her cheeks everytime he as much as looked her way. Before she could reach for her bag, he’d beat her to it and held the black leather tote by its long handles. His arm and hand came to the perfect length, she thought eyeing how the bag hung just two inches above the ground.

“C’mon,” he uttered, playfully hitting her knee with her bag, then reaching out for her hand with his free one. The skin was soft, warm, perhaps even alien still but in way in which she couldn’t wait for it to feel familiar. His hand held hers, his palm facing downwards into hers, and this very specific article she’d once read in a women’s magazine about what different kinds of handholding meant popped into her mind. This kind of handhold, palm against palm, fingers wrapped around the other’s hand, was often a protective handhold where the person whose palm faced downward had the protective role. It was silly, she knew, but right then as he towed her with him into the now dark streets of Brooklyn, she liked the thought of it being true.

Consequently, the recent return of good news brought them back to scene they’d fled from just 30 minutes ago. The bar was still crowded, mostly occupied by half-drunk officers and higher ranked officials, and the doomsday atmosphere from earlier had disappeared along with Dozermanns framed picture and the mic - which was probably for the best, Amy thought as they made their way to the bar to place their orders.

“Beer?” he leaned against the bar.

“Beer,” she confirmed back, copying his pose and smiling at the sight of him carefully placing her bag on the stool next to him, keeping on hand on top of it meanwhile the other was used to signal two fingers.

“Two beers, Hank.”

Hank nodded in approval.

“I’ll just put my bag in the car, Jake. It’s annoying to have to look after it.”

His head snapped to look at her.

“It’s really no problem, Ames. Really.” He smiled softly and patted the soft, black leather.

“You’re cute.” Gosh, he really was. Especially standing there in his nice uniform, handsome features highlighted by the glow of the bar’s twinkle lights. It sometimes rushed over her like a tidal wave just how cute he was and, honestly, it made her head spin a little. “But I’ll put it in the car.”

She grabbed one of the straps, about to pull, however Jake was quicker grabbing the other. Suddenly stuck in a tug-of-war of sorts, each their own strap with the rest of the bag dangling in the middle. Their eyes locked in with the others. She cocked a dark eyebrow challenging his actions. Jake on his side didn’t speak up and simply kept looking at her, eyes shining with mischief, a certain warmth and dreamy enchantment she wasn’t quite used to handling yet. Thus they stood there, neither of them letting go nor saying anything, one second after the other passing by as the sound of clinking glasses, laughter, music, and popped bottles subdued. Somehow, to her, it was just the two of them at that moment.

“What are you doing?” she chuckled, never letting her eyes slip from his.

For a moment he said nothing, simply keeping his eyes entangled with hers, shining with something so strong it had her blush coming right back to her cheeks - or had it ever really left? How could a couple of brown eyes, a pair he’d known for so long and looked into a million times before, shake her to her core like they did now?

“Don’t mind me - just enjoying the view." He broke his silence. Distracted by the newfound charming smirk plastered on his face (the kind where it was mostly one corner doing the smiling while the other curled playfully) she failed to pay attention to anything else, and to her surprise, she suddenly felt a strong tug on the strap in her hand. Being taken off guard of course resulted in her body being roughly drawn across the space between the two, and she couldn’t tell if it was his plan. Whether or not it was, she, as a result of the sudden tug, felt her chest bump into his. If it hadn’t been for their reflexes telling their necks to yield back to avoid their heads bumping together, bleeding noses would definitely have been served. Instead, chins tugged bak from the yielding, they found themself inches from being nose tip to nose tip. His hands had instinctively flown to grab her hips to save her from tumbling further, and Amy could feel her breath hitch in her throat, taken back by the sudden move and the sudden proximity between them. It was when she was about to look at him and tell him off with a stupid, awkward joke that he noticed his lightly agape mouth and eyes drifting down to admire her lips. So close. They were so close, his always minty breath touching her face.

Her cheeks must’ve been fiery red by now. How had she ever gone so long without giving in to him when her body reacted so strongly to his presence?

She’d been pretty sure he didn’t do it consciously, however, still, she became even more aware of their very suddenly intimate position once his thumb slowly swept across her hipbone

Yup, now she was definitely blushing. Speechless too, which was silly because, during the little less than a week they’d been dating, he’d been doing his fair share of shameless flirting and touching. Yes, that had mostly been in the privacy of either of their apartments. Never out in public amongst their peers which perhaps must’ve had him panicking a bit on the inside. From the look in his eyes she could tell the very exact moment he realized that a flirtatious punchline had slid right off his tongue and into the open air of what could be considered a work event. They’d talked a lot, like a lot, about worries, conserving mixing pleasure and business, pro-fer-sonal, as Jake liked to call it. It was mostly her worrying: she didn’t wanna risk getting in trouble or sabotaging her life-plan with any missteps. Even though he loved teasing her about it, he also respected it, which was now obviously showing on his face. His previously so mischievous smile was replaced by a nervous biting of his lips, a wistful gaze transformed into nervousness, and she could tell he was recalculating everything in his mind at a million miles per hour - or at least trying to. He was without a doubt trying to figure out if he’d crossed a line, and, if so, how he’d undo it.

Any other day in the past she would’ve probably turned to the easy solution: playfully pushed him off and hit him with a tongue-in-cheek comment. Today felt different. After spending a week holding their breaths and walking on eggshells around the Vulture, questioning everything they felt and had now finally given in, it’d feel so wrong to play it off cool and collected, acting as if they weren’t together because… they were. They were finally together for real; it’s what they’d been fighting for so long. Both each had their own respective battles but also their collective battle against the Vulture which only proved that they’re the best team. In more than just the professional way now, and this she had to allow herself to give in to.

She heard hin swallow nervously, eyes switching between the ground, her eyes, and her lips. Around them, no one seemed to notice. The two of them. This was just the two of them, Amy reminded herself, and that was all that mattered.

“You can kiss me, you know?” Tumbled out of her before she could overthink and regret it, which must’ve taken both herself and Jake by surprise. His before fly-swallowing gaping lips shut like a mousetrap and finally, she felt his eyes focus on hers once more. No constant moving, nothing, just his eyes looking into hers. Thump, she heard, as he let her bag fall to the ground. Strong fingers dug into the flesh of her hips with newfound confidence and she could tell that he finally hit that “screw this”-realization as well. He leaned in, covering the tiny bit of remaining space between them, and even then, just her luck, she could see his lips curl back into a smile.

“Oh yeah,” he cocked his eyebrows. “Lucky me,” he whispered just so he could feel lips ghosting against her before he, finally, drew her in entirely and welcomed her lips with his. As if they hadn’t already done a good amount of kissing, they were sucked into a tiny bubble of their own where nothing nor no one mattered. Their lips danced perfectly in sync, shifting between drawing in and fighting for dominance, to a melody that couldn’t be heard but could instead be felt. In that very moment, upon raising herself to stand on the tip of her toes and slide her hands around his neck, Amy had never been happier. Even in a crowded bar of colleagues and superiors, she couldn’t care less what people thought. For so long she’d yearned to know what Jake Peralta what feel and taste like, and now she could finally explore it whenever she wanted. For how long they stood like that, her bag thrown to the ground, his hands on her waist, her hands stroking his neck, she had no idea. It was slow, sweet, caring, nothing urgent or inappropriate, everything she needed and wanted. Each kiss was its own little earthquake.

Sure, they did suffer some teasing, cat calling and whistling from their friends once they found them in a booth in the back corner of the bar. Knowing it was all with good intentions, they laughed it off, and for once, rather than it being Amy, it was Jake’s cheeks showing fifty shades of red. The evening proceeded as always, but better, Amy thought, as they played footsies under the table as Boyle told some absurd cuisine-related story. Two hours later she felt equally happy when leaving Rosa and Charles behind at the bar, not a single care in the world-like, as they made their way to her car parked in the precinct garage. They were joking, laughing at some lame joke he’d pulled out of thin air when suddenly he halted.

“Ames, your bag?”

“My bag?” she frowned at him when suddenly she realized that neither she nor he carried it. “Oh sh-”

“Hey, don’t worry! It’s probably still in the booth. Go ahead to the car and I’ll meet you there. Okay?” ” He smiled, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Her eyes softened as she offered him a thankful smile back. How did she get so lucky?

“Thank you.”

All Amy could do was smile to herself as she watched him jog back to the bar. She even found herself standing there for a moment after he’d disappeared into the dark, wondering just how she ever lived a life without this version of Jake Peralta in her life. Once reached her car, leaning against the side of it to wait, she took out her phone and gave into the mindnumbing act of scrolling through whatever social media timeline was the hype then and there. That’s when a text notification at the top of her screen caught her eye.

Rosa Diaz: jake overheard a group of beat cops talking about you guys. he stomped out of the bar like an angry child lol

Amy frowned at the message. What was going on and where was Jake? She wasn’t left wondering for too long. The sound of steps came closer, fast, and she just barely managed to recognize Jake’s figure before he’d dropped her bag on the ground next to her and pulled her into a kiss. Not just any kiss. A deep, warm, pushed-up-against-the-side of-her car-kind of kiss that had her toes curled in her uniform shoes. He didn’t seem angry or any kind of mood to worry about, however, something had definitely added some kind of fuel to his fire. The garage was dead silent, only the increasing intensity and loudness of their breathing could be heard. Amy felt swept off her feet, caught in a perfect storm where his body was the hurricane and their lips battled in the eye of it. Hands on her waist, feeling and stroking it with care, nails and fingers caught in his brown locks. She smiled and she felt him smile back, even though the intensity and lust of the moment. Deep down he’d always be a big softie.

He pulled back a bit, breaking them apart, only to gaze into her eye with awe and admiration as if they hadn’t just spent the last couple of days being together. There was admiration, lust, and warmth, shining in them. Somehow the kiss had felt like a milestone, some sort of first kiss, in a way she couldn’t quite put a finger on.

“You okay?” she whispered smiling, bopping the tip of his nose with her own in comfort. “Rosa texted me saying you stomped off.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but she could tell he felt embarrassed.

“Nothing.”

“That kiss wasn’t nothing, Peralta.” She teased with a grin.

“It was really good, huh? Our first kiss as a non-threatened and non-soon-to-be-extinct couple.” Two could play that game.

“Wow, so dark... and yes, it definitely was really good. Not gonna lie.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “But tell me what it was all about.”

“It was all about me being grossly obsessed with you.” He grinned and jabbed the sides of her waist, causing her to jump and giggle, caught in between his arms and the car.

“Jake,” she scolded softly, impossible to help it when her smile stayed stuck on her face.

He sighed, removing one hand from the side of her car to rub her forehead. “It was nothing, really. Just overheard some clowns talk about how bummed they were to find out that I’d … and I quote, “won you over by sheer luck”.”

Oh… so people had noticed them, huh? Expecting herself to panic, overthinking what people would say or think, Amy was surprised by how calm and rather amused she felt upon hearing what had happened. It was as if it didn’t matter anymore. They were together, after all.

“Oh, okay,” she nodded, not knowing what to say. Was he mad? Annoyed? Was she supposed to comment on it?

“So I…” he bit his lip, pausing to think, “I just wanted to get back to you and really appreciate the luck that got me here.” The smile on his face was back, all restrains and tension about the situation, which he knew was more than silly, melted away. “Like wow, I just had to get back to you and appreciate how I get to just… kiss you whenever and wherever? And get to have these fans slash beat cops cheering us on?”

He smirked proudly and all Amy could do was laugh. “You really are the lucky one, huh?”

“I am, Ames. I really am. Also, so sorry for just jumping you. Should’ve thought that through - Brooklyn after dark isn’t exactly a safe haven.”

“Don’t worry.” She smirked as she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him into her, leaning her back against the car. Lips just far enough apart to not touch, she whispered “We’re both the lucky ones - that’s all that matters, Peralta.”

#not beta'ed sorry the mess:))))#peraltiago #fic #fanfic #jake and amy #jake x amy #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 #peralta #santiago #oneshot #fluff

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viaviainternet · 2 years

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top 5-10 steviedavid headcanons, GO!

HI. i’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to respond, ive just been crazy busy 😭 but anyways..

1. they’re very competitive when it comes to literally anything. especially punch bugs and thumb wars

2. they watch brooklyn 99 together and david makes fun of how larry and captain holt are the same person, and stevie pretends to not find it funny but secretly enjoys the jokes

3. they buy those fake unsolved murder mystery cases (one for each of them), and they try to see who can solve them faster, david loses every single time but refuses to give up and hopes one day he’ll beat her (spoiler, he never does)

4. david talks to becky about stevie, like all the time. he tried to keep it a secret but stevie eventually found out but pretended to not know because she thought it was cute

5. they frequently go on bookstore dates whenever they go to burlington

6. one time david jokingly called stevie stephanie, he soon learned after never to do that ever again

7. they both have taylor swift songs that remind them of each other, but neither of them tell the other which one it is

8. david gives stevie fantasy books to read while she gives him mysteries to read. somehow they both ended up giving each other the book six of crows, and spent an entire hour talking about whether it was more fantasy or more of a crime novel

9. david makes a shit ton of typos in texts and somehow stevie manages to figure out what he’s trying to say. she teases him for it constantly

10. they watch 10 things i hate about you (haha this is number 10 as well i’m so funny) religiously. like so much to the point they can recite it

there you go!! some steviedavid hc’s!! hope you liked them :) don’t be shy to ask for posts like this, i’d love to answer some more!

#truly devious #stevie bell #david eastman #janelle franklin #nate fisher #ellie walker #hayes major #maureen johnson #nine liars #the vanishing stair #the hand on the wall #the box in the woods #steviedavid #steviedavid headcanons

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tickledpink31 · 1 year

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I don’t know why but ever since you’ve described Marisol’s personality I keep imagining her doing things captain holt would do in b99. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0zJLltYWtNA&pp=ygUXY2FwdGFpbiBob2x0IGxpdHRsZSBraWQ%3D

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Example 1!-

Wukong: Drumroll please.

Mari: (slow tapping)

Wukong: that’s your drumroll?

Mari: when a tempo isn’t specified, any reasonable person would default to lento.

Example 2!

Mari: Pay no attention to him, Sanzang. He’s very emotional, Sanzang.

Sanzang: why are you saying my first name?

Mari: Well, Sanzang, I remembered reading an article in a medical journal that said one destabilizing aspect of incarceration is the constant dehumanization, Sanzang. You need to be reminded that you are more than just a number, Sanzang. You are Sanzang… Sanzang.

Sanzang: Yep, that fixes imprisonment.

Example 3!

Mari: feel free to consult the script I’ve prepared.

Bajie: okay but it’s a little stilted. “I am feeling trepidation at the prospect of a parentless existence.”? No kid talks like that.

Mari: those lines were lifted, verbatim, from my girlhood diary.

Example 4!

Mari: Does anyone have a few words they would like to say?

Wukong: wup, no one say anything, I want her to say stuff. Speech for wukong (whisper). Speech for wukong, go!

Mari: very well. Your absence was noted.

Wukong: Yes.

Mari: Drinks are on me, there’s a two drink maximum per person.

Wukong: here she goes.

Mari: it is non transferable. Your guests will pay their own tab

Wukong: oh yeah.

Mari: Valet parking is not included.

Wukong: Solid protocol.

Mari: tomorrow’s briefing will be 15 minutes earlier than usual.

Wukong: Wonderful, she’s so bad ass.

Mari: And I’m very proud of you Sun Wukong. We missed you.

Wukong: Aw, you ruined it☺️.

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No, but this is actually Mari though! I didn't expect that comparison.

She says things in the most deadpan tone, hard to read, speaks formally, terrible at comforting people even though she wants to better at it. The diary and the drumroll bits screams Mari.

I see Mari as a pragmatic type of person. Maybe it makes her a bit emotionally detached and sometimes literal-minded, but she's mature. This is why she wasn't as scared or hurt when Wukong came to beat the shit out of LBD while she was still being used as a vessel. She understands that Wukong has to finish the job or the world is doomed.

Angst aside, this is hilarious. I can just see her, in the most monotonous tone, saying, "I went to Barbados with Wukong for our honeymoon. We wove hats out of palm fronds and swam with the stingrays. I've never been happier." Then she has conversations with her mom like Rosa and Holt do.

Some other things I think she would say:

Mari/Xiaodie holding her 10-foot caterpillar plushie and one of Wukong's baby monkeys: You have disappointed all three of us.

Mari/Xiaodie snapping at Bajie: GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER OR SO HELP ME GOD YOU WON'T LIVE TO SEE THE END OF THE JOURNEY!

Mari/Xiaodie to Sanzang after saving him, monotonous as ever: Ouch. You landed on my ribs. I am in... incredible pain.

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jvstheworld · 7 months

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My Ted Lasso Re-watch: S1E5 (part 3)

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Jamie isn't part of the power circle because he still doesn't understand that it's not all about him.

The chant he does is annoying.

Ted starting to become angry at Jamie's behaviour but is only stopped by Henry running in.

Ted's sigh when Henry starts doing the chant is every parent when they know they are going to be hearing the same song on repeat, non-stop. Even though he doesn't live with Henry at the moment, it's was just an automatic reaction for him.

Yes, don't humanise the human just trying to do his job.

Jamie's showboating is annoying as fuck.

Roy is rightfully pissed off at Jamie. Sam is down, he becomes the priority. Roy knows this from experience and helps Sam look like a hero for getting back up. Something Sam will later repay this to Roy at the end of the season.

All of Jamie's antics just makes Ted's decision to bench him easier. He has a plan and he needs Jamie that it cannot be all about him. He needs to work with his team mates because neither him or the team can get better. He'll get it eventually as he's the first one one the team to get Ted's Total Football plan, but right now he is just a prick.

Roy commands the locker room and Isaac makes space for Nate to sit down too.

Ted relating his life to what the team is going through. He has a story for everything. Reminds me of Raymond Reddington from The Blacklist who can pull of story from anywhere, in any situation.

Ted isn't just talking about the team, but about him and Michelle. Only Beard realises this which is why he says 'good save' when Ted has to reaffirm that he is talking about football. And it's also why Beard appears with a pint for Ted when he says goodbye to Michelle and Henry.

Ted wants all eyes on him to say one last thing, but slaps the shit out of the believe poster. He went to the Captain Holt school of commanding attention.

Yeah Roy, we all know you hate Jamie. You don't exactly hide it. Even Sam is fed up of hearing how much Roy hates Tartt.

Richmond gets their first win! Everyone but Rebecca and Jamie are happy about it.

Nate jumping on Ted will late be used as a Christmas present for Ted in season 2.

A Back To The Future reference. Will later be mentioned in the final Diamond Dogs meeting.

Henry is making the long run to see his dad this time.

Ted explaining to Henry what a wanker is. Oh honey. He's not technically wrong, he just left some details out.

Rebecca is starting to feel a twinge of guilt about her plan after seeing Henry and Ted together. As she should.

The parallel between how Ted and Michelle met and Roy and Keeley now.

Shannon keeping Henry busy while Ted and Michelle talk. We needed to see more of her.

Ted doesn't like quitting things because that how he saw what his dad did. He does want to do the same to the people in his own life. But he's not quitting the marriage, he's letting himself and Michelle move on from something that isn't working anymore. He's tried to make it work, through couples counselling, and then by giving Michelle space, but it's hasn't worked. It's okay the let go at that point they both need to find their own happiness, unfortunately it isn't together. But they have Henry and he will be their priority from now on. They make for better co-parents than spouces.

But holy hell does everyone sell this scene. As much as I might not be the biggest fan of Michelle, mostly because of her criticism of Ted's personality (girl, you married him. You knew what he was like) and her relationship with Dr Jacob being a bit sketchy, she is still hurting too. She love him and now she's lost that. It's not something she intended, just something that happened over time. And by this episode she was kind of done trying, as much as she might say she wants to try, she really didn't. She knew it was over and didn't want to admit it. She was making herself more miserable. And my heart breaks for Ted because he would do anything to stay with the woman he loves, because despite it all, he does love her. He never lost it. I can't imagine how it must feel to be told that the person you love most in the world no longer feels the about you. All he wanted to do was be a good husband but there's nothing he can do to make it right. So they only option he has left is to let her go. The only good thing to come out of this is that it's amicable. There's no hate or malice, just two people who drifted apart and now need to focus on their son.

Beard is the best friend Ted could have, he's always there when needed. Get a friend like Beard.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #coach beard #keeley jones #michelle lasso #henry lasso #ted lasso rewatch #tv show thoughts

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theresebelivett · 1 year

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As a child I loved the Dark Crystal and watched it quite a bit, but as I got older, I forgot about it. Anyway, when I was in college, I had a dream about it that reminded me about it but I couldn’t remember what it was called, so I asked my mom and described it the best I could remember and she straight up told me that it didn’t exist and I just dreamed up the entire thing (in her defense, my description was pretty terrible and basically was that it had rodent muppets and they were the last of their kind, but I still tease her over the fact that she didn’t just say she didn’t remember but that it didn’t exist). At the time I was working at my local library, and like a week later, I saw the movie there and felt like Captain Holt yelling “Vindication!”.

OMG THIS IS HYSTERICAL, YOU ALMOST HAD A CANDLE COVE SITUATION ON YOUR HANDS BUT, AS USUAL, THANK GOODNESS FOR THE LIBRARY. AMAZING THANK U FOR SHARING.

also for the record i now very much love the dark crystal, but those skekis man, fucked me up.

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bloodgulchblog · 2 years

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Hunters in the Dark, Part 2

It has haunted me that I did not finish talking about Hunters in the Dark, so I'm going to try to do that now.

Given that it has been Some Time since Part 1, here is Part 1.

On a related note: Remind me to do a lightning round of opinions and yelling for various books I haven't summarized for tumblr, it will be therapeutic probably. (For me. Not for any of you.)

When we last left our heroes, we were assembling an awkward multi-species team to go to the Ark and stop the apocalypse.

Let's get back to it.

In the intervening time since we last spoke of this, I realized I forgot to note two characters:

The first of these is Spartan Holt, but that's okay because he's just a Dedicated Young Man With No Characteristics. He is mostly here to be relatively chipper and young while Kodiak is busy being jaded and bitter.

The second of these is Captain Anabelle Richards who is the ONI head of this operation. She's important for a little while but gets written out of the plot later, so it's fine. (Apparently she shows up in one of the Ace of Spades stories later, but we haven't talked about that yet.)

We were at the big boom, though.

During the big boom, a tree fell over on N'tho and it looks like Spartan Kodiak is going to kill him, but then he just cuts the tree off N'tho. It's tense. This shit is not resolved yet.

The big boom was the Huragok (whose name is Drifts Randomly by the way, he's kind of a weird little dude even by Huragok standards) getting the portal working and a big fucking thing coming through.

The big fucking thing is a Retriever, an especially huge type of sentinel that gathers raw materials to use for various Ark purposes (especially repairs, considering how bad the Ark got fucked up in Halo 3 times.) It immediately starts gathering, using Forerunner gravity powers to rip up the ground and anything in reach. A ship has to shoot it a lot and get at least partially ripped up with gravity powers itself before the Retriever stops being a problem.

The team was supposed to take that ship to the Ark, but because nobody expected the Retriever and everyone is kind of worried about that, they hold a meeting about what to do on N'tho 'Sraom's ship, the Mayhem.

Captain Richards wants everyone to stay the fuck put until Home Fleet can make sure the portal is covered and ONI gives her permission to proceed with the mission.

N'tho 'Sraom reminds her that everyone is on a ticking timeclock until the Halo array fires, his entire home world is included in "everyone", and he has no actual responsibilities to the UNSC or ONI. Also, he would like everyone to kindly remember that they are on his ship.

So, N'tho just fucking takes his ship through the portal.

I have some specific and dumb almost-OC nostalgia-related reasons that I love N'tho 'Sraom and it's such a joy to me that I also love him here.

Ominously, the slipspace portal has been sped up somehow so they arrive at the Ark after a couple hours instead of a couple weeks. The Mayhem comes out and immediately is assailed by multiple Retrievers. This goes badly enough that they have to take it down for a pretty rough landing, then set out for the Ark's control room on foot. It's snowy and cold and everyone is miserable.

They run into... WILDLIFE.

A menagerie of scrapped creatures from multiple Halo titles are living on the Ark, which I think is kind of fun. The sky leviathans (originally cut from Halo 4) are pretty chill, but the chaefka (horned creatures, originally cut from Halo Wars) and blind wolves (which are not at all wolf shaped, and were originally meant to be in CE) are not.

During the ensuing nonsense, Olympia Vale is separated from the rest of the group under weird circumstances involving a mysterious voice and is led away by a chaefka which... she is somehow weirdly okay with??? What is happening? Something.

The rest of the group splits up: Usze 'Taham, Spartan Holt, and Henry Lamb (because any group needs to have someone with them who can interpret alien technology) go to try to find Vale while the rest of the group carries on toward the Ark's controls at the Citadel. On the way: Spartan Kodiak is still Unhappy about N'tho 'Sraom. Captain Richards gets injured and has to return to the Mayhem to wait for the book to be over. Arthur Mann does some Disney Princess shit with a weird little animal.

Eventually, Citadel Team (Kodiak, N'tho, Luther Mann, and the Huragok) get picked up by a weirdly friendly wooly mammoth. They wonder if this is because the Ark has a monitor or something and it can manipulate the wildlife. (Spoiler: Yes.)

Meanwhile, Vale team (Usze, Holt, and Henry) has had no luck finding Vale and it looks like she was going toward the Citadel anyway, so they press on in that direction. Maybe they'll find Vale, or at least link up with the other team.

What's actually going on is that the Ark has a monitor, of sorts. 000 Tragic Solitude has been alone for about 100,000 years and is very not okay. It has come to the conclusion that the sapient species in the galaxy are violent creatures with no respect for the Forerunners' creations or plans (evidence: how bad the Ark got fucked up, and the destruction of the replacement Halo.) The activation of the array was a gambit to get the humans to repair the other side of the Ark portal, so Tragic Solitude can send the army of Retrievers it has been building through to eat the solar system. (It also really wouldn't mind firing the Halos, though.)

We find this out because it specifically captured Vale in order to argue with her about this.

"What the fuck," says Vale. "This is bullshit, what the hell."

"I'm very depressed tho and it has made me evil," says Tragic Solitude.

In the meantime, Usze and Holt and Lamb are under attack by an evil tree.

I have a lot of favorite things that happen in this book but this is definitely one of them. I desperately wish we had a visual representation of this, but no. It's just an evil tree with angry limbs. They manage to radio the other group about this problem and Spartan Kodiak shows up to help them out.

Then we get this long description of the tree's limbs invading his armor.

Fucking incredible Halo content we got in here today, gang.

There is a lot of further fucking around on the Ark but things come to head when everyone gets to the Citadel and starts trying to deal with 1) the Halo array being ready to go and 2) Tragic Solitude being a problem.

There is a lot of shooting by and at soldier armigers and sentinels.

While part of the group (the part with the Huragok) gets the Halos to stop counting down, the other part of the group finds Vale arguing with Tragic Solitude, who is pissed because the team has stolen control of the Ark from it via the Huragok. Meanwhile, the fleet of Retrievers has begun its attack on Earth so time is of the essence.

Lamb gets killed at some point in here, I forget where. RIP.

Tragic Solitude threatens Vale about getting control back from the Huragok, but Vale's counter offer is fuck you, kill me. Tragic Solitude then unleashes Broadside One.

Do you remember Broadside One? The only survivor of ONI's super secret Ark mission that started this whole problem? It turns out Broadside One is the human that Tragic Solitude used to push the Halo array firing sequence button. Now, though, he's a horrible nightmare mess full of Forerunner robot parts!

Broadside One attacks Vale, who (as I will remind you) is not a Spartan at this point in time. The rest of the group is locked on the other side of a shield and can't reach her, but Spartan Kodiak can recognize Broadside One as his missing brother Bobby. He manages to convey this to Vale, and yelling his name at him slows him down.

...Yeah, it kind of feels like that reading it in the book, too.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group figures out that if they shoot some exposed computery bits, it will fuck up Tragic Solitude. They do. In an effort to get them to stop, Tragic Solitude agrees to withdraw the Retrievers and stops Bobby's attack. However, as soon as everyone lets their guard down...

BAMBOOZLE! The attack continues!

But then Bobby slams one of his super cyborg arms through Tragic Solitude and fatally computer stabs it, also destroying himself in the process.

Everyone is pretty shaken the fuck up by all this, but at least without Tragic Solitude on murder warpath, the Ark's weather returns to being pretty nice (instead of freezing) and the animals are (mostly) not a problem while the group returns to their ship.

The day is saved? Hooray????

The most important scene for me is that once everyone's injuries are patched up, Vale and Usze have a moment where she unloads about how she feels regret for the death of Tragic Solitude because it's kind of not Tragic Solitude's fault it was fucked up by millennia of solitary confinement, and she wishes that she could've said the right things to stop it peacefully. Usze is supportive and obviously I need a later-in-the-continuity story where they kiss with tongue.

(I SHOULD NOTE: I think Vale's DOB was not established when this was written, because if you follow that she's barely 18 here. However, while she's clearly supposed to be an unusually gifted young woman, absolutely nothing about how the character is written would indicate she's supposed to be that extremely young because there's lots of allusions to years of field experience. If that were not the case, I would be way less into shipping this.)

On a related note, N'tho and Kodiak have gained respect for one another (having saved each other's lives throughout this) and N'tho tries to be kind to him about his brother's death and offers to let him visit on Sanghelios sometimes (which Kodiak doesn't accept but also is kind of touched by.)

And this is the story of how the UNSC got the chance to establish a research station on the Ark, which is critical to the plot of Halo Wars 2.

Hunters in the Dark is definitely a goofy Halo, but it's good nonsense that I like as opposed to boring nonsense, or nonsense that I find frustrating or infuriating. Therefore, I actually really like this one despite its flaws.

PS: Remind me to talk about Tragic Solitude again if/when I finally get around to trying to talk about Fractures in a more organized way. There's relevance.

#halo: hunters in the dark #summaries of things #this isn't my best work but hey #this book isn't halo's best work either so we're even

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daylightdisaster · 25 days

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911 rewatch 2x09

girl you're training to become a firefighter, maybe lighting your wig on fire in your kitchen isn't the best idea? 😂

we love a training montage though!

heyyyy tommy's here!

ah chim, it's the start of a beautiful friendship

that speech was so good and it reminded me of captain holt's speech to rosa when she came out on B99 "Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place." and that made me think of tommy who was closeted at that time and how hen's speech must have helped him come out

#911

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FOREHEAD TOUCH ANON WITH THE WEEKLY THOUGHTS!!!!

Hi yes I’m alive and thriving much like Kevison 😂😂. I enjoyed this episode!!! The montage at the beginning with the parents and babies?? My heart!!!!!! Kev telling Franny not to be a Monique, love that! Toby rocking Hailey in her car seat with a golf club, during a job interview? Amazing!

The dinner??? Yeah I felt the awkwardness from both LA and Philly, and that’s saying something, cause Salt Lake is far away from both those places. But Mads saying screw the dress the whole country lives in sweats? YES MADS IM RIGHT THERE WITH YA.

I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE MAMA C AND IM SO HAPPY SHES THERE INDEFINITELY!! ALSO UNCLE NICKY SHOWING UP?? MADS AND NICKY BONDING MOMENTS AND JEALOUS KEV IS GONNA HAPPEN IM MANIFESTING IT RIGHT NOW.

Anywhoozles, (not a word I know but idc, fight me), that’s just some of my thoughts on the episode and I can’t wait for next week!! Love you and Kevison Nation to bits!!!

Forehead touch anon, YOU DELIVER. EVERY DAMN TIME. I don’t deserve you, we don’t deserve you so y’alllll just bask on the gloriousness of all this screaming about last week’s ep because there is nothing but pure truth here!!!

#I FUDGING LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU #EVERYTHING #THIS IS EVERYTHING #my gawwwwwddddd Kevin defending Madison was so hot though #no wonder Mads was all up in his biz by the end of that ep #BUT COCKBLOCKER NICKYYYY #good thing I love you old man #look I don’t know phylicia rashad’s seeming queen status in the u.s. of a but she absolutely kills it #every time #like her and Beth may have been 🥊 but the gravitas in her voice and demeanour #she reminds me of captain holt #I PROMISE I WON’T BE BAD AT REPLYING ANYMORE MY LOVE IM SOZZYYYYY #THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY WITH YOUR THOUGHTS ALWAYS ILY 5EVS #anon #ask #forehead touch anon #💛💛💛💛

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kimhargreeves · 3 years

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🔵🟣Happier part 2- Polkadot Man x Reader🔴🟢

Summary: You and Abner seem to get closer while on your time in Corto Maltese. But your team is soon in danger when you have to fight off Starro The Conquerer. Will you all make it out alive?

A/N: Holt shit I can't believe many people have liked my previous work on Abner! Thank you all so much❤️ This is the last part but there will be more of our man. Polkadot Man is one of my favorite characters now and James Gunn did him dirty. If you know then you know. I hope everyone enjoys this and there will be more soon. In the meantime I have a Rick Flag and Javelin one shot out if any are interested!

"La Gatita Amable?"

I raised an eyebrow at the bars strange yet funny name. I couldn't help but chuckle at it earning me a few looks from my team. "It means The Kind Little Kitten."

Some were surprised and some didn't care. "How'd you learn Spanish?" Abner's soft spoken voice asked me.

"My parents were born outside of the U.S, they knew English but I had to learn their language as well growing up. It really comes in handy when someone starts talking bad at you and you can cuss them back." I laugh to myself remembering one time I punched a guy for a few things he said.

"Does he really need to stay behind?" Cleo asked looking back at the car we had gotten off. Milton the driver went to hide himself and King Shark on the back of the building.

"People would've freaked out seeing a walking shark, of course we had to." Rick answers her.

"Just a reminder, I certainly would've like the shark to be here instead of him." Peacemaker pointed at Bloodsport who looked at him angry.

"Fuck you. Let's get this over with." We each made it inside the building and yes it was completely full of people, drinking, dancing or making out.

Rick and I sat opposite to each other with Abner by my side and Christopher on my other side. "See? Getting you into that dress wasn't so bad." Christopher teases me.

We couldn't come in here with out costumes so we each had to change and Rick had gotten me a dress so wear. I hate wearing dresses since I was never used to them, so the guys grabbed me and tried putting it on me until Cleo thankfully saved me and asked me kindly to put it.

It seemed childish of me but another reason I didn't like wearing them was because my legs are covered in many scars. I'm sure they all must've noticed them.

"Maybe not for you, look at you what are you even wearing? You look like a fucking 80's porn star with tight skinny shorts and shirt or a very douchy Captain America."

Bloodsport coughed up with drink with Rick and began to laugh at my comment. "Hey! It's not bad at all, makes it look to everyone that I can take them down in a fight."

"Well, I think she looks very nice." We all looked at Abner. They all raised their eyebrows and looked at each other surprised. They know what was going on.

"Please tell us you still aren't seeing your mother." Bloodsport begged.

Abner looked at him and shook his head. "No, I try not to."

"You're a good guy despite your weird Polkadot powers, but I like them." Cleo smiled and Sebastian her rat gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you, that means a lot." I said looking back at him and smiled. I felt like a young school girl again having a crush. It's been so long since I had someone very important to me.

"Alright love birds!" Rick laughed and patted Abner's shoulder and raised his glass full of alcohol. "Here's to us. The brand new Suicide Squad. We'll all make it out alive."

We raised our drinks and clinked our glasses together and I could feel my throat on fire.

"I'm warning ya I'm just having one drink." Robert warned.

"Definitely." I agreed and Rick nodded.

"One more won't harm us." Rick called for a waitress to bring us more.

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"My mother told me that the world has got its plans

I wanna hold em til they burn right through my hands

Don't ask me questions cause I'm tired of confessing

And I know that it's not much to say but I swear that I'd like to change"

I laughed and saw everyone dancing or trying to. "Won't you join us, (Y/N)?" Cleo asked jumping up and down and made sure Sebastian was okay, he was on the table drinking.

"I'm not good at dancing." I tried excusing myself from making a fool of myself.

"I can't dance either and none of us can." Abner said and looked at the rest of our team attempting to dance. "You can always blame it on the alcohol."

Abner offered me his hand. I looked at it unsure but I finally gave in and took it.

"I can't sleep, I hope I stay awake

Cause I've been running, running, running all day

Long nights, no peace, I feel like everybody's eyes on me. I can't sleep."

We all began to dance and not giving a care in the world if we got weird looks. I laughed at the odd dances everyone would do, I danced weirdly as well and twirled around and was caught by Abner who was holding me tight.

I felt his hands running through my hair and he quickly leaned down and captured my lips. It was an unexpected surprise but a very well invited one. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gripped his dark hair.

I didn't even realize we had gotten away from the crowd and into a bathroom, he continued to kiss me until he hoisted me up from the floor and I wrapped my legs around him. I normally wouldn't do this, but it felt right and who knows if we might did tomorrow. I held onto him tight and enjoyed the moment.

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"A bunch of wannabe superheroes like you would never be able to stop what's inside Jotunheim."

"Villains, man! God knows we're far from being heroes." Someone shouted from inside the van.

I had my eyes closed and had a bit of a hangover. Thankfully Cleo went and grabbed a few pills for me, King Shark in his own way was asking if I was okay and if I needed something else.

"Can you just shut up?!" I screamed at The Thinker or also knows as Dr. Gauis Grieves. I looked at him and hummed.

"You sorta look like someone I saw a long time ago on tv." I mostly said to myself and was ignored by him.

I looked at the seat behind me and avoided eyes with Abner and he did the same. We were both avoiding to talk about what happened last night between us. "Nom Nom, (Y/N)?" King Shark asked holding an empanada to me.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." I said holding onto my side since I felt like throwing up.

"You're going to get us in." Rick warned when the car made its stop and it heavily began to rain. We went to capture Harley but she successfully did it on her own.

"You're looking pale, (Y/N)." Even Harley grimaced at how I looked.

"You're one to talk you look like a ghost."

"Am I a pretty ghost?!" She happily asked. K have her a look and began to grab my gun, dagger and whip.

"I had too much to drink last night."

"You're gonna be alright." Rick smiled at me a messed up my hair.

We followed him outside and began to shoot the soldiers that were made visible once we reached them. I took one of my guns and easily hit their heads even if I felt tired.

Rick and Bloodsport opened the door and we entered the Jotunheim. We began to put up bombs on the wall and began to run, to try and find what we were supposed to look, project Starfish.

I stood by Rick's side and Cleo's. The Thinker was beside us and we looked at the people, horrified to see they were strapped down and experimented on. "This is sick, who would do this?"

"The American's."

We looked at The Thinker in horror and he explained to us all. The U.S government was behind Project Starfish this whole time. Rick and I exchanged looks when a giant Starfish behind a glass made itself appear.

"The files. Rick, we have to let them all know." Rick nodded his head and went to grab them until Peacemaker showed up. He betrayed us, he was on Waller's side.

"Drop it or I'll blow your heads off."

"The fuck? And just when I was starting to warm up to your weird charms." I sarcastically tell him. He was an idiot for doing this. Just when we were about to fight the building began to collapse because of the explosives.

My head was certainly hurting even more when I opened my eyes and saw everything in pieces. I got up when I heard something shattering, I moved closer and saw Rick and Peacemaker fighting.

I saw the file and ran to grab it but Peacemaker grabbed my hair tight and began to hit my head against the ceramic wall. Rick quickly hit Peacemakers head which made him drop me. I felt blood dripping down to my face.

But I quickly stood back up next to Rick's side. We exchanged looks and took our position to fight. I grabbed my whip out of my waist and began to hit Peacemaker, but he easily caught it which was wrapped around his arm. I had to let go of it and dodges his attacks when he tried to hit me again.

"Don't you dare harm her." Rick warned. We had a brother and sister relationship, so we would have each other's back.

Rick ran towards Christopher and each began to fight. I grabbed my gun and shot it at Peacemakers leg and shoulder but he didn't even flinch. I screamed when I saw he had stabbed Rick, right in the heart.

My vision got blurry and I ran to his side and fell to his side. "Rick.." I was pulled up and held tightly.

We looked up ahead and saw Cleo looking at us, with tears running down her face too. "Run." Cleo grabbed the disk and began to run. I made it out of Christopher's grip and pulled my whip back and began to climb through the wall.

I began to run and jumped as far as I could to the other end of the building and I made sure my whip was being held tightly so I wouldn't fall. I held onto it for dear life and carefully began to climb down and saw half of our now small team below. I had to let go of my whip and jumped down onto the concrete and climbed down the rocks with my bare hands.

I coughed up the dust and dirt off and I raced over to Abner and wrapped my arms around him. "He's dead. Rick's been killed. Peacemaker and the U.S government were behind this all along."

"I knew it! Never trust the government!" Harley said angrily since Rick was also her friend.

Abner held me close as we began to run when the building collapsed even more and a giant Starfish emerged from within.

"Starro the conquerer."

He began to destroy everything and smaller versions of himself started falling from the sky. "Get this off me!" People began screaming once they attaches themselves to their faces.

I covered my face and Ratcatcher did the same using her mask. Bloodsport looked in defeat when the giant creature walked past us and into the city. "We're fucked." We all said looking at it walking away.

Waller gave us an order to leave. To leave everyone here to die. Bloodsport was the first to turn around and start walking away from us. Slowly everyone did the same while I stayed and looked at them sadly.

"Come on guys, we can't leave like this. What if that were us on the other side? I'm terrified like you all are but we can't leave these innocent people to die because of a fucking intergalactic starfish."

Bloodsport made a stop and began cursing to himself.

Cleo looked at me and was the first to join my side. "Fuck!" Bloodsport angrily told himself and also came. Abner and Harley did the same and we all began to run towards Starro ignoring Waller's warning to blow us up.

"What are we supposed to do then?"

"Distract him? I've never fought an alien before."

"Neither have any of us so we gotta try everything."

The people who were being mind controlled by Starro began approaching us. Bloodsport didn't hesitate and began to shoot many of them. Abner was hidden and uncertain on what to do.

I tried to make it was close as I could to the people and try to cut open the starfishes. "This won't do, they are too many." I ran over to Abner and grabbed his hands.

"We need your help, I know how much you hate killing but you need to use your weird but awesome polkadot powers." Abner's dark eyes landed on mine and he seemed a bit terrified.

"I know you can do it, I really enjoyed our time together and I would really really like to know you more." I was pouring my heart and soul into him.

Abner grabbed my shoulders and smiled while he nodded his head. "I'm gonna do it! Together, (Y/N)."

"I hate to interrupt your little chat but we need some help!" He heard Bloodsport.

"Polkadot Man!" He pointed at Starro. "That's your mother!"

Abner began using his powers. "I'm a superhero!!"

I looked at Abner weirdly but couldn't help but cheer him on to defeat the massive Starfish. I ran over to Bloodsport and joined him. "Tell me you shot that jackass dead."

"My bullet went through his neck. That's what he got for being a bloody bastard."

The ground shook when Starro landed one of paws down. My mouth fell open and I slowly looked over where Abner once was.

"This is fucking war." I grabbed a grenade from Bloodsport and angrily tossed it at Starro. The creature whined and fell back a bit, until Harley stabbed it with her javelin and went Starro's eye and Ratcatcher called all of her rats and ate at him.

🔴🔵🟠🟢🟣🟡

I was still on my knees and crying holding onto a single a pice of fabric of his costume. "I say after this suicide mission, we deserve to be set free." I heard Bloodsport tell me. I could tell he isn't a man to express his feelings, so all he did was sigh and patted my shoulder.

Harley slowly walked over to us, soaking wet from being inside of Starro. "Geez, (Y/N).. I'm sorry..Believe me I was in love a day ago, I shot him. But I will say he a huge-"

"Harley. Now's not the time." Bloodsport told her.

I felt King Shark sit beside me and with his fins he pulled me close in a hug. It felt weird but comforting.

"(Y/N)." Cleo knelt down to my side.

"Yes, I know you're all sorry! I get it..sorry it's just, everyone I seem to love always gets killed or betrays me." Sebastian who was on her shoulders made its way on my leg and he began to make movements with his tiny hands.

"Why don't you turn-"

"Let's just go back to jail." I said in defeat and got up angrily and began to walk away still staring down at the ground.

"(Y/N)." I can even still hear his voice. Wait..I stopped and turned around and my mouth fell open and I began to cry without realizing it.

There he was alive! Really hurt but still alive! Abner was covered in blood and dust even his dark hair was covered in dust and dirt. I began running faster and finally met his side, Abner wrapped his arms right around me tight and so did I.

"You're alive." I continued to cry.

"We tried telling you." Harley said which earned her looks.

"Friend alive!" King Shark excitedly exclaimed and came to us and lifted us both off the ground making us laugh.

"I never thought anyone would care so much for me." Abner told me making me look back up at him.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "We've known each other for less than a week, but I really love you. You mean a lot to me. I hope this doesn't make you want to die again."

Abner smiled back and ran his fingers down to my hair and rested his hand on my cheek. "..I love you too, (Y/N)."

Cleo ran toward us and wrapped her arms around him once we let go. "I'm so happy you're alive too my friend."

Harley smiled at Bloodsport, "Time to head back home, Milton."

"For the last time my name isn't Milton!" The man angrily told her.

The six of us spotted the chopper up ahead and raced towards it and with that we were out of Corto Maltese. We were all exhausted but despite all that, I was extremely happy we made it out alive.

Abner kept holding my hand when we sat down, the sun was slowly setting down as we made it back. I rested my head on Abner's shoulder and enjoyed being here, in this very moment with him.

#the suicide squad spoilers #abner krill #the suicide squad 2021 #abner krill x reader #polkadot man #david dastmalchian #bloodsport #harley quinn #peacemaker #rick flag #ratcatcher #king shark #starro #dc #the suicide squad x reader

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

Gotta say nothing's funnier than waking up to these sudden porn prompts without any premise, like the last smut I posted was over a week ago? Where do you keep finding me?

Don't mind though anon because I'm here to twist your little kinky prompt into more sexy fluff

"Hey babe..." He hears low in his ear while a curious, but very familiar weight lands on his lower stomach.

"What a way to wake up." Jake rasps with a sleep-rough voice as his ear gets nibbled and already sends goosebumps down his neck. There's a quiet little giggle too, as the teeth move down with the goosebumps while his hands find their way to Amy's waist.

"I'm pretty sure I remember you going to sleep in a shirt yesterday."

More giggles when his hands glide up and down her sides, then down over her bum.

"And underwear."

His eyes are finally open when Amy sits up, one hand still holding her up next to his head, and throws her hair back over one shoulder. He's glad he doesn't need glasses or contacts to see far enough to really appreciate the sight of her on top of him, completely naked in the soft light of a late morning, and-

wait.

Late morning?

"Did- did you turn off your alarm?" He blinks at her as she leans down again, rubs the tip of her nose against his.

"I turned off all the alarms."

He can't help but smile softly at that, at that little insinuation about their talk last evening at Shaw's and everything it entailed.

"I'm glad about that, babe, but we do need at least the one to get us up for work, don't we?"

She shakes her head, which turns into more of an eskimo kiss, and grins.

"I talked Holt into giving us today as an extra day off."

"You- what?"

"Mhm."

"Amy, please tell me you didn't tell our Captain you want a day off for babymaking."

"Well, not like that, obviously." She rolls her eyes. "It's none of his business in the first place. Not that that isn't what I'm planning for..." She pulls him into a far more passionate kiss than his still sleepy brain can really handle, her hips grinding on him hard.

"Jesus, Ames." He pants as she finally pulls back, her hand digging into his hair. "How can you still be this horny? Did I not take care of that enough yesterday?"

She grins again at the thought of the last 24 hours, turning from drunk misery over deeply emotional talks to the most enjoyable evening and night together they've had in months, and he joins in with that grin.

"Honestly, I already feel sore from it all. And you're still up for more?" He continues to tease her with soft hands on her still grinding hips as she kisses him a bit less insistent.

"I just missed you a lot." She mumbles against his lips.

"We've had sex about twice a day for a good few months, babe."

"Not like this." She trails kisses across his cheek down to his neck, and he hums approvingly. "Not like we should."

"True." His hands push up to her shoulder blades, knead into them as she bites along his throat. "Can't believe we let all that mess with us so much..."

Amy sits up a bit more again, that look in her eyes that he's missed for weeks, that sends a jolt into his stomach every time.

"Can't believe I almost forgot how good you make me feel."

"Almost."

"Well you certainly made sure to remind me of it yesterday." She purrs, pulling his wandering hands up to her front. "Can you blame me for wanting more of that?"

"Not really." He shakes his head while looking her over, hickeys and bitemarks across her chest, red marks from his fingertips across her thighs, the very picture of sexy if he ever had to define it. But there's still something...

"I just thought you'd want... I don't know." His voice is soft and careful, and it makes all her flirtatious moves halt for a moment. "More of a break or something. After everything."

She shifts, her weight all over him now, lying on top of him for a deep, yet languid kiss, accented by lots of little pecks after, a hand carding through his curls softer than anything.

"I don't want a break from you." She says, and there's a resolution in her voice that makes him feel surer than all her insinuations before. "I know we said- and we don't have to call it- it's not about babymaking, but-..." Another little peck before she seems to gather the strength to continue. "I just want to be with you, and not think about any of that, about what we're doing or what we're not doing. If- if you don't want to do anyth-"

"I don't want a break from you either." Jake interrupts her before she completely twists back into sadness. "And I'm more than happy to do, uh... something." He grins with a hand on her cheek, and she returns it a bit more meekly. "Just lemme get a shower in inbetween, and maybe some coffee."

"We can shower together."

He can't help but laugh at her eagerness as she plants another kiss on him, and this time it's him who drags it out into something a little stronger and feels her hum on his tongue.

"Alright, shower fun, then coffee." Amy nods along to his list. "And considering you got us a random day off with your awesome debate powers, I suspect, we should honor it with a proper lazy-pants-day."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Are you gonna honor the lazy-pants-rules after our shower?" He smirks, already guessing at her answer.

"Oh no." She shakes her head with a grin. "I'm not putting on any pants at all."

(She wears one of his shirts, at least, when he cooks up the most unhealthy breakfast they've had in a while, devoid of any green drinks or nutritious granola-nut-mix. It gets lost somewhere between the kitchen and the living room later, though, and she hides under the couch blanket when Jake opens the door for the poor pizza delivery guy in his usual lazy-pants-day sweatpants.)

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic

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datleggy · 3 years

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Okayokay you know that scene from Brooklyn 99 where Jake calls Holt dad? That but with Buck and the 118. Like that would be so cool and Bobby acts all ‘haha you called me dad-‘ but then goes back home and Athena finds him crying because ‘OH MY GOSH HE CALLED ME DAD-‘ and idk it just sounds really cute to me and I need that rn where tf are my glasses-

not me crying over THIS

They're in the middle of dragging all of the heavy gear out from inside the rig after a particularly intense call, which could have ended in tragedy, if not for Buck's heroism and quick thinking, and the Captain stops for a second to look at the kid.

For as young and impulsive as Buck was when Bobby had first met him, he's come a long way--though impulsive is still a pretty good word to describe him, Bobby can't help but think, fondly.

He claps a hand on his shoulder, smiling at the firefighter when he looks up in surprise. "You did a good job out there today, Buck." he tells him, wanting Buck to know that Bobby does in fact acknowledge the good, and not just the bad, despite how it may seem at times.

Buck's face breaks out into a smile that reminds Bobby of the sun--warm and bright--and not thinking, Buck says, "Thanks Dad." without realizing the absolute can of worms he's just opened until he feels everyone's eyes boring into him. "Uh, why is everyone staring at me?"

Chimney grins, a shit eating grin that bodes only bad things for Buck. "You just called Captain Nash 'dad'--you said 'thanks Dad'." he repeats.

Buck makes a face, going for confusion, rather than total mortification. "What? No I didn't." he denies outright. Did he? "I said, 'thanks Cap'."

Bobby pats him on the shoulder again, raising a brow. "Do you see me as a father figure, Buck?" he asks, teasingly.

The blush that creeps across his face is instant, "Oh my god, no!" he shakes Bobby's hand off of him, embarrassed and wishing a hole would open up underneath him and just swallow him entirely right this minute.

Hen clucks her tongue, "Hey, have some respect for your father!"

Buck groans, throwing his head in his hands. He is never going to live this down. Damn. "I didn't call him 'dad'!" he tries again, though it's to no avail.

The Captain smirks a little smirk and says, "Don't worry, Buck, I take it as a compliment."

Eddie hums thoughtfully. "It's not that big a deal," He says, trying to divert some attention from his best friend. "I called my teacher in high school 'mom' once." he shrugs.

Buck looks over at Eddie gratefully until Chimney waves the antidote away and says, "That's one thing, but Buck calling Cap 'daddy'?"

Buck points a finger at him and scrunches up his face indignantly, "Hey, 'daddy' is not on the table here!"

Probie, who's been listening to the whole thing, his attention enraptured, instead of taking stock of their gear, pipes up with, "Sure, but, you did call him 'dad'."

Buck gawks at him. "Probie! Hush! Anyway, I didn't call Cap 'dad', everyone shut up." he mutters.

"Don't worry, I believe you," Bobby nods at him, "Son."

Buck groans again.

Yeah, definitely never living this moment down.

Great.

*****************************

Dinner is a quiet affair.

The kids are at Michaels for the weekend, so it's just Athena and Bobby, and Bobby, his wife notes worriedly, has barely said a word since he got home.

He's not even really eating, simply pushing his food around on the plate in front of him, clearly distracted by something.

"Bobby?" Athena reaches out across the table and holds his hand in hers, squeezing gently. "Is everything alright?"

Bobby blinks, seemingly shaken out of a daze. "Uh, yeah, yeah, all good." he says. And it is. Technically.

Athena purses her lips, squinting suspiciously and leaning forward. She hasn't been on the force for the better part of her life not to notice when her husband is hiding something--whether he means to or not. "Anything interesting happen at work today?" she continues to dig, curious now.

It's hard to come up with a lie under his wife's scrutinizing gaze, and he finds that he actually does want to share with Athena, and perhaps even unburden himself. "I--" he pauses, takes a breath. "It's nothing, really." he starts, hesitant. "Buck saved the day today."

Athena nods. Some gut instinct in her figured Buck had something to do with this--as often he did. "Yeah?" she asks, encouragingly, when it looks like Bobby might not be forthcoming with anymore information.

"Yeah," the fire Captain sighs. "It's stupid." he says, though he plows on. "I told him he did good, once we were back at the station and he uh, he thanked me, but he accidentally called me..." he clears his throat. "He called me 'Dad'."

"Oh." That, she can say for certain, was not at all what she had been expecting.

"The crew gathered around to poke fun," Bobby shrugs half heartedly, "The usual harmless hazing." he says. "But..."

Athena frowns. "Is he ok?"

Bobby blinks, surprised by the inquiry. "What? Uh, yeah, no, he's fine." Or at least, he had seemed fine. "I joined in, you know, teased him a little over it." he gulps, looking down and away suddenly. "He called me 'Dad'." he utters again, this time in stunned awe. "He called me 'Dad'." he rests a hand over his eyes and shudders, his dinner completely forgotten at this point.

"Oh Bobby." Athena can't begin to imagine what it must be like for her husband, the turmoil of emotions he must be feeling right now. "C'mere." she rounds the table and holds him in her arms, lets him weep against her. "It's alright."

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The very next day on a warm Sunday night, Athena opens the door and greets Buck, who she's invited over for dinner. "Glad you could make it." she kisses his cheek, smiling up at the tall blonde. He looks nervous, she notes, and she can bet she can tell why without having to ask.

The last time she’d invited him over last minute and without telling Bobby had been the night Buck decided to sue the department. That dinner had been...a disaster. To say the least.

“Athena, hon, do you know where the--” Bobby stops mid sentence when he sees Buck stepping inside. “Buck?”

Buck tenses slightly upon realizing that Bobby hadn’t in fact, known that he would be coming over tonight. “Uh, hey Cap.” he waves weakly. Oh God, he thinks, ready to bolt, what now? Everything has been going so well lately. Perhaps too well.

Athena should have told Bobby that Buck would be a guest in their home this evening, but she’d figured if he knew it would only make him anxious, especially after his breakdown on Friday night. She hadn’t really thought this whole thing through, if she’s being honest with herself; of course this situation was bound to remind the two men of that awful night...

Realizing her mistake, Athena tries her best to think on her feet. But she must be getting rusty, because all she can come up with is, “Why don’t you two sit outside on the deck while I get dinner ready? It’s gonna be a minute.” she practically pushes them out of the house without letting either of them get another word in, closing the sliding door behind them and praying for the best.

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Buck and Bobby sit in uncomfortable silence for several minutes before Buck breaks, nervous as can be when he utters, “I’m sorry about Friday.” in one big breath, gulping when the fire Captain turns to stare at him in surprise.

“What?”

Buck scratches the back of his head and looks away, fidgeting. “Friday. I--when I called you ‘dad’, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sure I made you uncomfortable.” Bobby doesn’t say a word, simply stares at him, unmoving, and it makes Buck anxious. “You’re just, you’re a really good Captain and I’ve always looked up to you and you--you care about me--my parents never really saw much when they looked at me, spare parts and all that, uh, so, I--you know,” Buck stutters out, embarrassed by the amount of word vomit coming up.

He’s always been bad with silence but certainly there’s something better he can do with it rather than fill it up by putting his heart right on his sleeve and baring it to Bobby. Jesus.

“Sorry, none of that’s your problem, just because I might see you as--in a certain way--that’s my problem, not yours. Sorry. Just, please ignore me.” Buck groans, putting his face in his palm to hide his humiliation.

Bobby clears his throat, the words, when he says them, coming out rough. “Buck, when you called me ‘dad’ that day, I thought my heart would stop--do you know how long it’s been since anyone called me that?”

Buck finally looks up, his face falling when he sees the tears pooling in Bobby’s eyes. “Cap, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I--”

Bobby’s got Buck enveloped in a strong, warm embrace before he can say anything more, rendering the man speechless. “I know I can be overbearing, overprotective, when it comes to you, I know that, and it’s not fair, and I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing Buck momentarily, feeling reassured by the way he goes lax in his arms, his head resting against Bobby’s shoulder. “I just--I can’t lose you, son. You’re so good, Buck, and I’m so proud of you, I need you to know that. I love you, kid.”

Buck tries to blink away his tears but they fall right down his cheeks and onto Bobby’s nice button up shirt, but he can’t bring himself to care as he leans closer, murmuring a soft, “Love you too, Dad.” against his shoulder.

#i'm in my feels for the father son dynamic between these two #need the show to give me MORE pls #its called daddy issues and here they are #buck #bobby #cap #911 fox #ask #prompt #prompt fill #drabble #long post is long #emotional hurt/comfort #slight angst

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heymacy · 3 years

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what makes you believe fiona is a lesbian? (I also believe it, and I want to hear the justification from your beautiful brain) ❤️

oh my god yes okay let’s get INTO IT!!

the most common pushback i get when i say “fiona gallagher is a lesbian” is but no, she can’t be a lesbian, she dated men! like babes idk how to tell you this but…..so do most lesbians. often into adulthood. i did. most of my lesbian friends did. compulsory heterosexuality runs deep, okay?

but since they bring it up, let’s examine her relationships with men + how i believe they illuminate her queerness 💡

by far her best relationship, in my opinion (while acknowledging the incredibly toxic traits they both exhibited) was with jimmysteve. it was the only one that i believed, so to speak, in terms of their connection/passion. it was obvious that they connected on an emotional level, and while jimmysteve was super emotionally stunted and had a massive victim complex, he was definitely the best of all her boyfriends. after he ran away to brazil, fiona hooked up with some other guys, went on some dates, but who did she really turn to for emotional support and affection? jasmine and vee. and we all know jasmine is bi as hell and had feelings for fiona, and i don’t think it’s a stretch to say that in a sense, fiona reciprocated some of those feelings. i mean, girls being girls, gals being pals, that’s easy to see + identify. but when i watch their scenes together, all i see is girlfriend energy (like, you can’t tell me they wouldn’t have hooked up if the circumstances were right, because they absolutely would have)

second, fiona was raised in an environment where sex was viewed as a form of currency, in a way. it was a tool she could use to get what she wanted or needed, whether it was emotional connection, physical satisfaction, etc. but, more often than not (and likely because this is what her parents drilled into her brain) sex was less about sex and more about what it could get you. monica used sex with men to get money, a place to live, etc. frank used sex for similar reasons. it then tracks that fiona, their eldest child and the only one who got to have frank and monica as “parents”, even if only briefly, would have absorbed that habit/belief.

people often think that sex and sexuality go hand in hand, when that’s not necessarily the case. sex is sex, point blank. sexuality is so much more than that. sexuality is about emotional connection, non-sexual physical attraction, and sexual attraction. with fiona, we rarely see her emotional connections with men grow and develop as deeply as her relationships with women do. there’s a reason she always goes for unavailable, unstable, and unsavory men. it’s a form of self-sabatoge, a similar habit i had when i dated men (choosing the absolute worst society has to offer) & that’s directly linked to the way she grew up thinking about sex. her behavior around men - and her promiscuity in the later seasons, especially - feels incredibly compulsory and reminds me so much of my comphet days. habits are hard to break, and she’d developed a pretty significant habit by the time we get to season 7 (her tinder flings).

this woman had more chemistry with jasmine, nessa, mel, vee, the girls at the diner, and basically every other woman she encountered than she ever had with her partners, jimmysteve aside (but i would argue that he’s very queer-coded in a lot of ways, that’s a whole other post lmao). also, i don’t know if this is completely true, but recently someone posted an excerpt from an article that said that the writers had initially planned on giving fiona the lesbian storyline in season 8, not debbie, and were going to explore her developing relationship with nessa in relation to her queerness. if this is true…*captain holt voice* VINDICATION!!!

in summation, fiona is a lesbian who was raised in an environment that reinforced her compulsory heterosexuality 😌✨💗🧡🤍

#FIONA GALLAGHER IS A LESBIAN thank you for your time 😇#answered #messedwithmandy

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ebdaydreamer · 3 years

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New Chapter

Written for @mashikkara for the @b99fandomevents summer fic exchange, inspired by the prompts ‘ 'Moving Houses' and 'Santiago getting a promotion'. I hope you like it!

Summary: Everything in Amy's life is going great: new house, new baby on the way and a promotion that takes her one step closer to her dream of Captain. She's happy - of course, she is - her life is going exactly how she planned. Except there's just one small catch...

[AO3]

“C’mon, Ames, this one is it, I can feel it!” Jake insisted, gently pulling his wife along.

Amy couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm. “Babe, you’ve said that about the last three houses.”

“And? Were they really so bad?” Jake asked, “Or did they just not meet up to your impossible standards?”

“The first one was in a sketchy neighbourhood, the second one had a weird smell and the third one was a health hazard!” she insisted.

Jake rolled his eyes, “Squeaky stairs and a couple of broken cabinets are not health hazards, babe.”

Amy bit her lip as they reached the door of the fourth house, “It’s just… with another one on the way, and Mac still being so young I don’t want to have to spend months working on a house.”

Before Jake could reassure her, the estate agent opened the door. “Hi, you must be Jake and Amy. I’m Linda, c’mon in.”

They stepped inside to a spacious living area, complete with a fireplace and huge sliding glass doors that let them peer into the garden.

Linda began her tour, “So, as you know, this place has 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, one of which is just here-” she pointed at a door on the left, “and through here is the kitchen.” She led them through a large archway to the right, revealing what had to be a brand new kitchen in blue and white with an island that could seat 4 around it.

“Now obviously there’s not enough room in here for a dining area, but there’s enough space in the living area that you could find room in there if you need it.” She turned to face them with a smile, “How many of you will it be?”

“Four, in a few months,” said Amy, unable to stop herself from holding her bump and smiling. They’d hoped that they’d be moved into a house in time to have the sex reveal party there, but they were running out of time.

Linda’s smile brightened, “Congratulations! So you already have one? How old are they?”

“He’ll be five next month,” Jake answered. “He’s really excited.”

“Well you should know, the schools around here are excellent,” Linda assured them, “and there’s been quite an uptake of young families moving to this neighbourhood, so there are plenty of other kids to have playdates with.”

Amy’s grip on Jake’s arm tightened: that was exactly what they had wanted. Mac had tons of friends at school already, but most of them didn’t live close by. In fact, one of his closest friends - Jamie - had moved just a few streets over to this house a couple of months ago.

“Shall we explore upstairs next,” Linda asked, “or would you like to see the garden?”

Their tour ended in the smallest bedroom, and Linda left to give them a moment.

“Ames,” Jake called, pulling her attention away from the window, “I know there are other houses on your list but this-”

“Me too,” she smiled. “I can see this being our home, where we raise our family. And Mac will make so many new friends, and he can play in the garden, and we can get him that swingset he’s always wanted.”

“Yeah! And we can get a sandpit and some chairs and we can have barbecues with everyone from the Nine-Nine…” Jake trailed off as Amy’s face drop as she was reminded. “And, the Nine-Three once you become their favourite Lieutenant ever.”

Amy had received her results of the Lieutenants exam two weeks ago now, but she hadn’t told anyone but Jake and Holt. There wasn’t a Lieutenant position available at the Nine-Nine, so Holt had helped her look into other precincts, sending a glowing recommendation over with her application, and she had quickly been accepted at the Nine-Three. Luckily, her new Captain (whoever they were, Holt had been very tight-lipped on the Nine-Three, assuring her it would be a great fit and asking her to trust him) had been very understanding about her pregnancy and the transfer wouldn’t be until she returned from maternity leave, so she still had a few months left with the Nine-Nine.

A few months left to tell the squad she was leaving.

Linda returned, peeping around the door. “So, how are we feeling?”

Jake and Amy didn’t even need to look at each other.

“We want to place an offer.”

“Charles, please don’t cry,” Jake begged.

Charles just sobbed louder. “How can I not! My best friend is moving away!”

“Charles, it’s not that far. You can still come visit us anytime.”

His best friend turned to him, face red and blotchy, “You mean it?”

“Of course, buddy!” Jake placed his hand on Charles’ shoulder. “Mac loves hanging out with his Uncle Charles and his cousin Nikolaj.”

“Nikolaj.”

“What about Auntie RoRo?” Rosa piqued up.

Amy answered her, “Of course, Rosa. Come round whenever.” Amy gestured around the briefing room, “All of you are welcome anytime.” She was sure Jake would be the only one to notice the tightness in her smile. He knew how eager she was to have the squad over, for them to feel at home to make up for not seeing them at work.

“And, you’re all welcome to our house-warming party,” Jake declared. “And our house-moving-in party, especially you, Terry. When are your next days off?”

Holt interrupted, “If that’s all, may I start the briefing, considering we are currently in the briefing room?”

“Actually, Captain, we do have one more announcement.” Amy could feel Jake shaking with anticipation, knowing he was revelling in Holt’s somewhat tired expression, but they knew he was used to the squad eating up briefing room time. Besides, their next announcement should cheer the robot up. “Now I know you’re all wondering, why the move?”

“We are not,” said Rosa.

Jake ignored her, “You’re all on the edge of your seats! Amy, would you like to tell them why we’re moving?”

Amy grinned, “I’m pregnant.”

With an ear-splitting shriek, Charles fainted.

“Yes!” Jake cheered, high-fiving Amy, “We got him first time!”

This pregnancy was not going as smoothly as the first. Her doctors were worried because Mac was early, and she was a bit older, which meant increased risk. Amy was already on desk duty and couldn’t lift anything too heavy, soon enough she’d be on bed rest.

Her last couple of months at the Nine-Nine being spent like this: it saddened her a bit.

“Hey Sarge,” Rosa greeted, sitting across from Amy at her desk. “Or is it Lieutenant yet?”

Amy fought back any reaction. “Nope, still just Sarge.” She still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell the squad about her transfer. She needed to do it before she went on maternity leave, she needed to do it soon.

This weekend, at the house-warming party/sex reveal. Most of the renovations and decorations were done, the baby’s room was all that was left and they were waiting on Terry’s next day off so he could paint a mural.

“Did you need something?” Amy asked.

Rosa slapped a file down on her desk, “I’ve been staring at this for two hours and my brain is mush. I need a second pair of eyes.”

“Thank you,” Amy grabbed the file, “I’m bored out of my mind.”

Amy spent the rest of the day consulting Rosa on her case. Helping others out had been the only thing keeping her sane during desk duty, and Amy suspected Rosa had noticed, as she had been regularly slapping case files down on her desk claiming she needed a ‘fresh pair of eyes’, or ‘her specific expertise’.

Gripping the file, Amy felt her throat tighten. As much as she loved working with the whole squad, she’d probably miss cases with Rosa the most. Sure, she’d miss working with Jake, and they always did work really well together, but there was something about working cases with her best friend that made her day just a little brighter.

Amy almost told her about the transfer then and there but stopped herself. This weekend. She wanted to tell everyone at once, so she was committing to the party this weekend.

The weekend finally arrived and Amy’s stomach was in knots, but she refused to back down. She was a Santiago, goddamnit: when they made plans they stuck to them.

Guests were milling around the house, most of them being led by Mac who was giving them a tour, which seemed to linger for a very long time in his bedroom. His grandparents in particular - all three sets: Santiago, Peralta and Cozner-Holt - were made to sit through a long presentation about his toys.

It was fitting in a way: their first sex reveal party was ruined by the cake being destroyed and this one would be ruined by her announcing she was leaving all her friends.

“Ames,” Jakes grabbed her hands and Amy startled. She hadn’t noticed him approach. “Breathe, you’re freaking out.”

Amy inhaled deeply. “They’ll all be so upset, it’ll ruin the party!”

“Or, they could be super happy for you?” Jake wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “They’ve been even more anxious than you were waiting to hear about your Lieutenant exams results.”

“Mija,” a soft voice called out to her. Her mom, she hadn’t noticed her come over either. She really needed to calm down. “Are you alright? You look upset.”

“Just nerves, Camila,” Jake assured her. “Y’know, pregnancy and hormones. She’s just been a little anxious recently.”

Her mom cooed and Jake stood aside so she could embrace her. She began stroking her hair and Amy slowly felt herself calm down.

“Tell you what, why don’t we cut the cake now?” Jake suggested.

Amy nodded, staying in her mother’s arms as Jake left for the kitchen.

He came back carrying the beautiful white cake (that had not been baked by Peraltas this time) and placed it on the dining table.

“Everyone, if I could have your atten-”

Jake was cut off by the lights going out.

Amy groaned, “Please don’t tell me there’s been a power cut. Nothing good ever happens when I’m pregnant in a power cut.”

Lights suddenly returned to the room, but they were not the ones that had just gone out. Instead, the room was lit up with blue and pink laser lights.

Mac’s face lit up and he started pointing to the back door. “Auntie Gi!”

Everyone turned, to see the one and only Gina Linetti in the door frame. “Correct, Mac! Auntie Gina is here and the party can begin!”

The crowd started clapping: another classic Gina Linetti entrance.

“Gina!” Jake rushed to hug her. “I thought you couldn’t make it!”

She giggled, “Last minute change of plans, Jacob.”

“We’re glad you’re here, Gina,” Amy grinned, her mood thoroughly lifted. “But can we have the normal lights back, please?”

Gina rolled her eyes but clicked a button on a little remote in her hand, and the laser lights disappeared. “Thank you for being my prop man, Charles.”

“My pleasure,” Charles beamed, switching the lights back on, clearly very proud of himself. “But the suspense is killing me, can we cut the cake now?”

Laughter rippled across the room as everyone crowded around the table.

“Ok,” said Amy, grabbing the knife, the excitement beginning to bubble. “We are having a-”

She lifted up the slice of cake: pink.

“GIRL!”

“IT’S A GIRL!”

“Congratulations!”

“One of each!”

Charles burst into tears.

Once everyone had calmed down (well, Charles wasn’t exactly calm, per se, but he was calm enough) and had a slice of cake, Amy knew. It was time to rip off the band-aid.

“If I could have your attention, once again?”

The chatter quieted down, as people turned their gaze to Amy, who had stood up from her very comfy chair.

Band-aid: off.“I got my results from the Lieutenant’s exam. I’m gonna be a Lieutenant.”

Whoops and cheers rippled throughout the room. Her father raced over to embrace her, whispering in her ear, “I’m so proud of you.” Amy felt tears swell in her eyes at his words but fought them back. Not yet.

“But,” she had to shout, regaining everyone’s attention, “unfortunately, there isn’t a position open in the Nine-Nine, so I’m transferring to the Nine-Three.”

And everyone’s faces dropped.

The silence seemed to drag on forever, until Terry spoke up. “Congratulations, Amy. You’re gonna be a great Lieutenant and they’re gonna love you there.”

Some people perked up, congratulating her, but the squad was still clearly tense.

“When do you transfer?” Charles asked, his voice still hoarse from crying.

Amy tried to smile, “Not until after my maternity leave.”

“So you’ll be on desk duty, go on maternity leave and then that’s it?” Rosa snapped.

Her smile dropped, “Well, yeah, but I mean, we’ll still see each other all the time. You guys all have keys for the house.”

“I don’t,” Scully piped up for the first time.

“Me either,” echoed Hitchcock.

“Uhhhhhh,” said Jake and Amy in sync, staring at them for a moment, before ignoring them and turning back to Rosa.

“But none of us will ever work on a case with you again,” Rosa frowned. “How long have you known?”

“Rosa-” Amy began.

“How. Long. Have. You. Known?”

Amy began to stutter, which seemed to be answer enough for Rosa, who stormed off upstairs.

Whilst the mood of the party still wasn’t great, it had improved significantly as people chatted and danced to the music. Rosa still hadn’t come down.

Amy was sitting on the sofa, one of Mac’s juice boxes in hand, feeling guilty when a ‘thud’ alerted her to a presence next to her.

“She’ll get over it,” Gina told her. “Once she realises she’s sad, not angry and also super duper proud of you.”

Amy sighed, “I just feel so bad-”

“Don’t,” Gina cut her off. “Don’t feel bad for pursuing your career, your dreams. I certainly didn’t when I left the Nine-Nine. Does that make me a bad person?”

She smiled, “Of course not, but-”

“She’s just gonna miss you, dude,” Gina interrupted again. “Also means she’s stuck with Boyle and Jake most of the time, which sucks.”

Amy laughed, the guilt slowly ebbing away. “Thanks, Gina.”

“Don’t let other people stop you from achieving your dreams: new Gina-mandment.”

It was Amy’s last day at the Nine-Nine, and Rosa was still being stand-offish with her. It stung because it reminded Amy too much of when they first - before they were friends.

They were in the briefing room, and Amy had tried to sit next to Rosa, who immediately got up and made Scully switch seats with her. Amy had tried to listen to Holt, but all she could think about was the friend she hurt.

She zoned back in once she heard her name. “-Santiago’s last day with us here in the Nine-Nine before she goes on maternity leave, and then becomes a Lieutenant in the Nine-Three.”

He looked at her, a rare warm smile across his face, “We’re all very proud of you, and we’ll miss having you as one of our own.” He turned back to the squad, “I apologise for being so overly sentimental. Dismissed.”

Most of Amy’s last day at the Nine-Nina was taken up by people coming up to her, congratulating her on the baby, the promotion, saying they’ll miss her - everyone but the one person she wanted to hear it from the most.

It was near the end of her shift when Holt called her into his office.

“Everything alright, Sir?” she asked, lowering herself into the chair across from Holt.

Instead of answering, he asked a question of his own. “How has your last day been, Lieutenant?”

“Good,” Amy smiled. “Finished everything up,” she nodded, feeling the tears come on, “said my goodbyes.” She carried on nodding, fighting back the tears. Pregnancy and saying goodbye was not a good combination. She knew she’d be emotional wherever she left the Nine-Nine, but the pregnancy hormones were making it a thousand times worse.

His lips quirked upwards ever so slightly. “I just wanted to tell you again how proud of you I am. It has been my absolute honour to be your mentor, and I cannot wait to see you make improvements elsewhere within the NYPD. I hope your time here, with us, with me, proves itself useful…” he trailed off, the guise of formality dropping. “And I am so elated to see you succeed. I know it won’t be long until you yourself become a Captain, and make great change in this city.”

Amy was freely crying now. “Thank you, sir. I just want you to know that whatever good I do, whatever change I make, it will be because you helped me get there. You set the example. I can only hope to live up to you.”

Tears glistened in Holt’s eyes, “You already have.”

After crying with Holt for a while, Amy pulled herself together and left his office, heading to her desk to collect her things. As she was putting the last of her stuff in her bag she heard a cough. She looked up and saw the one person who’d been avoiding her all day.

“Look, dude, obviously I’m super happy for you,” Rosa said quickly, making it impossible for her to get a word in edgeways. “You totally deserve this and if you need to leave to get that amazing career that you deserve then of course you had to do it. You’re gonna crush it. I was upset that you didn’t tell me earlier, so we could’ve made the most of your time here. But then I realised whilst I was brooding that I was the one wasting the last of our time working together. But I was too stubborn to tell you that, but now you’re leaving I can tell you.” Rosa finally took a breath, her face getting red as her eyes began to water. “I’m sorry.”

Amy just pulled into the tightest hug a pregnancy belly would allow.

“As soon as I can we’re going on a girls night,” she declared.

Rosa chuckled into her shoulder “If anyone in your new precinct gives you crap just call me. I’ll bring my axe… and my throwing stars, just to be sure.”

The sleuth sisters laughed.

3 months later

“You sure you’ve got everything?” Jake asked as she got out of the car.

Amy rolled her eyes, “I’m sure. I’m not your child, you don’t need to fret over me.”

“I’ll send you updates if you send me updates,” Jake offered, getting out of the car to hug her goodbye. “And I’ll bring the kids when I pick you up later.”

She smiled at her doting husband. “Thank you. Have a good day.”

“You too.” He kissed her goodbye.

Amy watched him drive away before turning to the building before her: the Nine-Three. Her new precinct.

Walking into the building, Amy kept her eyes peeled for anyone she might know. There had to be a reason Holt recommended this place so highly yet refused to tell her anything about it.

“Lieutenant Santiago!”

As much joy as being called that gave her, it was overshadowed by the joy at hearing that voice.

“Captain Kim!”

She turned around to the older woman holding out her hand. “Welcome to the Nine-Three, Lieutenant. I’m so glad to have you onboard.”

Amy spluttered, trying to get past her shock.

“So, a nice surprise?” she asked.

Finally finding her tongue, Amy cried, “Yes! Absolutely!”

“Good! I’ve been so excited to work with you, the wait was killing me,” Kim chuckled. “When Holt reached out to ask if we had an opening here and that you were looking to transfer, I said yes in a heartbeat.”

Amy’s eyebrows shot up, “Really? I thought with the impression the squad must have given, especially my husband…”

Kim waved her hand, “Oh no, water under the bridge. I actually found it inspiring how close you all were.” Kim began walking, leading her to her office. “After Holt was promoted again he reached out to apologise, and we got to talking. He gave me lots of advice on how being so close made you better detectives. And lots of other advice.” She opened the door to her office, gesturing at Amy to have a seat. “The last Lieutenant was an older gentleman. Good at his job, but very resistant to change. I hope with your help we’ll be able to do some good here and make this precinct an actual force for good in this city.”

Amy beamed. “I can’t wait to get started.”

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letsperaltiago · 3 years

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even in a crowded room, it's just me and you

Summary: Jake and Amy spend their date night staking out a nightclub in Brooklyn. It's safe to say that it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Rating: T-M ish (for now 😌)

Words: 10.3 k (welp)

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Pink, blue, green, yellow, purple. Every color imaginable cuts through the dark venue like a knife, quick strokes of light appearing only to disappear just as fast, to the beat of loud techno music that definitely doesn’t strike a chord with the two young detectives, Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago.

See, they’re not exactly here to party - there are so many other places, places that aren’t Club Enzo, they’d much rather pay a visit on a Friday night - but rather to work. They’re here to stake out the location and hopefully gather evidence that can put their perp, Axel Manson, in jail for handling and dealing a new drug called ‘Kandy’ - yes, with a ‘k’. Very creative.

It isn’t exactly the date night they’d planned but Holt really needed their help and at least they’re spending time together - plus, there was no way Amy would ever deny their captain her help. The second the captain’s name flashed up on her phone screen, Jake knew date night was about to take a turn.

Having just arrived at the nightclub and watching Amy shrug off her coat to give it to the cloakroom staff, thus introducing him to her undercover outfit, he doesn’t mind the sudden change of plans. Not one bit. Sure, the instant he’d met her outside the club and could see her bare legs, he knew she wasn’t exactly wearing a pantsuit or her usual jeans. Although her coat was hiding everything down to her knee and he didn’t know what to expect. It’s safe to say that he in no way, shape or form expected this.

A dress, not too short but without a doubt short enough to make him do a double-take, clings to her body molding all the right places (which is everywhere, if you ask him) and, to top it off, it’s red. A deep, burgundy red that has him biting his lip to keep his jaw from falling to the sticky floor. Being the talented detective that she is (plus, Jake is shamefully bad at hiding his excitement) Amy notices the response, and in the darkness of the street, there’s no hiding the blood that immediately rushes to the apples of cheeks.

“Looking much, Peralta?” Even if he’s the one to make her blush, he’s still the one who’s dropped his jaw on the cold pavement and there’s no way she’s letting him off the hook. A few months ago she would’ve swept gazes or subtle compliments under the carpet, rationalizing by telling herself that he was dozing off, not minding what he was doing, or simply being friendly. Although things have since then changed. Now Amy knows for sure that he likes her, thus doesn’t have to shrug his actions off with stupid excuses to protect her hopes and feelings, and can allow herself to act on his advances. A dynamic that’s been there since the day they met but has blossomed into honest to good flirting. Butterflies take over her belly every time she catches him looking at her, but She collects herself and her cloakroom number.

“Was I that obvious?” He grins much like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar but is quick to recover because this is good - they are good - and he doesn’t have to worry about loving the way his girlfriend looks. Especially when she’s got her back turned and grants him a view that has him questioning his professionalism.

“Yes.” In the meantime, she’s turned on her high heels and it all happens so fast, so smoothly and Bond-like. It offers Jake no chance of keeping up with her which means it’s safe to say he’s surprised, very pleasantly so, when she closes the gap between the two of them to help him unbutton his coat. His nice coat, she notices, compliments a sleek, navy blue button-up shirt that comes into view once enough coat buttons have been popped open by her nimble fingers. Having already dropped his jaw in the street outside and never fully recovered, there’s no way he can allow himself to do it again. Although a small hitch in his breathing does make an appearance and outs him. The sight of his girlfriend focusing on opening his coat for him as if it were part of their mission will do that to him. She’s too good, he thinks.

Finally, she gets to the last button without her eyes straying, not once. Looking into his eyes as she pushes the coat - the first layer of more to come, later, he hopes - off of him, another hitch, one that travels through his entire body, shakes him to the core. Brown eyes and lipstick coated lips smirk at him, up through her dark lashes, because she knows he’s obsessed and she’s about to leave him hanging in that moment, all by himself. “You good?”

“Uh- uhuh.” Jake swallows loudly, unable to speak. Five seconds later he’s proven right: she spins on her heels, away from him to hand his coat to the cloakroom staff, and creates yet another torturous distance between them.

Jake is equally frustrated and thankful - frustrated because she should never be allowed to look at him like that and then turn away as if nothing happened; thankful because it gives him the time to reassemble himself.

Amy stoves their cloakroom tickets away into her little clutch and then, for the first time, gets a good look at her boyfriend’s full attire. God, she loves it when he’s cleaned and dressed up nicely. He’s freshly shaved, hair is washed and as wavy as the length will allow, and has it paired with his nicest button-up shirt and black trousers. There’s no doubt, in her or anyone else in that club’s mind: Jake Peralta cleans up more than just nicely (when he wants to).

“This is giving me mad James Bond and Maxi Pads-vibes.” He’s the first to break the momentary silence between them, thumping bass in the background, and it’s as if it brings them back in the zone. Not a very sexy remark but definitely funny and, work-wise, probably pretty smart.

“Shut up,” she chuckles immediately getting the reference, remembering Jake in his fancy three buttoned-tux and them tiptoeing around an abandoned building (and their feelings for each other) in an attempt to catch her nemesis, Minsk. As she hooks her arm with his, slightly leaning into him as they walk further into the club, lights, and loud noise, she wonders why she back then backed out of her initial plan to ask him to dance and used Gina’s grandmother as an out instead. Luckily, that’s in the past, and tonight, she has nothing to be afraid of or back out of. It’s them, him and her, against the world - or this loud club and Axel Manson, at the very least.

They walk into the dancing crowd, a sea of drunks, Amy comments making Jake laugh. After being bumped into multiple times, never being apologized to, they arrive at the bar where they’ll have to order anything but a tempting and delicious-looking cocktail. They should go out for cocktails someday, when they’re off the clock, Jake notes to himself as the woman next to him walks away with two enormous drinks while he on his part is left ordering sodas. Orange for him, a coke for Amy.

“Thanks.” As silly as it might seem the butterflies in Amy’s belly make a reappearance at the thought of Jake knowing exactly what to get her, without even asking her, and it reminds her, bittersweetly, of the past boyfriends who’ve thought they got her what she wanted only to end up serving her what they thought she wanted. In more mays than one, Jake constantly reminds her of exactly why she’s with him.

“I would’ve gotten you Orangina but this club has the decency of not serving poison to their guests.” Jake hides a smirk by taking a sip, knowing she won’t punch or shove him, risking his nice outfit being ruined. When it comes to joking and messing around, something they’ve been from day one and won’t ever change. they’re just kids, both of them, It’s an eternal dynamic that can’t be changed.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She sips on her coke, leaving Jake hanging with a first-row experience of her lips perfectly enclosing the edge of the glass. “Anyways, what is the plan?”

Can’t she just tell him what the plan is? Sure, he could think of something but she’s already one step ahead of him, she always is, and has probably already thought of something brilliant - also she’s just that much hotter when she’s telling him what to do.

“I’m thinking…”

Thank God - his prayers have been heard. She picks up right where she left off.

“... We play it cool, act like regular guests. Then we can split up, hope that either Mason himself or one of his men seek one of us out to sell us drugs. That would be proof enough for us to take him down. Although, objectively speaking, there’s a higher chance of them approaching me since I’m-”

“Super hot?” Wow, he certainly hasn’t gotten any better at holding back his first thoughts, has he? Proud of it or not, the words are out in the open and have earned him an amused look in return. Amy featuring a crinkled nose, grinning lips, and, all in all looking, cute as ever. Cute and hot at the same time ’cause his girlfriend has range.

“I was gonna say “Since I’m a woman” but good to know where your head is at, Peralta. Very professional.”

There’s that voice again, the sultry one he can’t act casual around; the one that gets him all hot and bothered even during times like these where it’s rather inappropriate and not very HR-friendly. Clearly, she’s joking around, messing with him on purpose, and normally he’s okay with that but not tonight - not when she’s looking like this and talking to him like that. On a night like this, there’s an extra-fine and fragile line between professional or personal.

The shape of a smirk on her glowing face paired with the insanely gorgeous dress and her let-down hair? She must know what she’s doing to him, right? And while it isn’t her responsibility whether or not he can control himself, the evening has just barely begun and he’s already miserable. There won’t be a lot of solving crime on his part if this moment sets the tone for the night. Damn his smart, incredible, gorgeous girlfriend.

“If either of us makes contact with Manson, the goal is to lure him outside while the other calls for backup. If Manson is here then the rest of his gang surely must be here too, and the club will need to be ransacked. Sellers and buyers must be arrested. Our priority is to arrest Manson though. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Drink in hand, plan agreed upon, they dance their way into the big crowd. Even sober, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the music whilst balancing liquids isn’t nearly as easy as everyone around them makes it look. A few songs later, having gotten used to the crowd’s unpredictable swaying and their cups gradually being emptied, Jake and Amy get into it. They feel themselves being a part of the sea of drunks and, even sober, it’s pretty fun. It’s been a while since they’ve gone out just the two of them, and despite the fact that this isn’t their usual spot and they’re on the clock, the sentiment remains the same.

Amy has her own, very unique, dancing style, and Jake is very much aware of this. It’s safe to say he’s grown to love her dancing, finding it adorkable (Amy told him that it’s not a real word but he doesn’t care) and another good reason to think of her as the coolest human being alive. Amy is a pro at getting caught up in people’s opinions but when she’s dancing? She forgets everything around her and simply has fun. Tonight is no exception: Amy’s limbs are kicked, punched, thrown right and left to the beat, accidentally hitting a couple of guests who, luckily, are too drunk to care. It’s her very own form of art and Jake is her biggest fan.

“Dance with me!” She yells over the loud music, smile as wide as the Joker’s. She knows there’ll be missteps, she’ll fall out of the rhythm and eventually step on him. That hasn’t changed and probably never will. Although what has changed is the fact that now she doesn’t care. Now she’s confident in Jake’s feelings about her, knows that he finds her small missteps adorable, never annoying, and nothing she can do will push him away.

“Is that a work tactic of yours?” He speaks into her ear once he’s finally closed the gap between them and they’re moving in somewhat synchronization to the beat of a remix of a song that was better off in its original format.

“Sure.” A giggle fights its way through the obnoxiously heavy bass and Jake is very thankful. Every sound she makes equals a spectacular symphony. One that he doesn’t want to miss. “Makes us look more legit. Will keep out cover intact.”

“Wow, look at you throwing around slang, Santiago. So legit.”

His teasing grin deserves a playful punch to fight off his smartypants comments.

“But do you think Manson will approach us if we come off as a couple?”

“Who says we’re a couple?” She grins devilishly, leaning in close so that their noses a pressed together. “We’re drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing. We might as well be strangers.”

This time around she can’t hear it over the loud booming but his breath gets caught in his throat at the thought of Amy Santiago being his scandalous one-night stand. Of course, one night with Amy would never be enough for him but there’s something about this specific roleplay, undercover role, and the way she’s looking at him with luring dark eyes that has him fumbling into unprofessional land. Focus, Jake. He counts down from ten and Amy, oblivious to her boyfriend’s internal fight, pulls back, offering him a chance to collect himself. The bright lights illuminate her as she moves with a confidence that completely erases the dorkiness and leaves her looking like a goddess clad in red. Red as wine and all he wants to do is get drunk on her.

The couple falls into a comfortable rhythm of moving about the floor, somewhat dancing, as they keep an eye on the constantly switching crowd. In the back of their minds, they have a picture of Axel Manson keeping them alert. Hopefully, it’s enough for them to be able to recognize the criminal if he were to show himself.

“I wish we worked cases like this more often!” Jake yells, trying to make himself heard over the music. Even basically pressed up against Amy, hands on her waist, focused, she can’t make out what he says.

“What?” She yells back, leaning in further to listen as she tries to keep up the dancing, letting Jake’s hands lead her around the floor.

“I wish we worked cases like this more often!”

“Why?”

“You look really hot in that dress.” He emphasizes his point by stroking her hip, getting a good feel of the red fabric hugging her beautiful curves. Curves that under more intimate circumstances would have him explicitly worshipping her.

“Shut up, Peralta.” She rolls her eyes and tries to shake off his compliment, because, in reality, it does something dangerous to her. Dangerous and unsuitable under the given circumstances.

“You do! In anything you wear but tonight is like... Wow, my mind is extra blown, babe.”

She quickly pecks his lips in thanks, the light in her eyes enough for Jake to know that she appreciates his flirting - even when she tries to shrug it off.

To allow herself some space, she takes a step back and thus the dancing recommences. Her very own moves are throw up, do, left and right while Jake stands back and admires the goofiness unraveling before him. Fortunately, everyone around them is too hammered to care and he’s got the view all to himself. He sticks to doing the bare minimum to look like he’s dancing. Shufflin on the spot at best. This way he can surveil the club (and Amy).

“Incredible,” he cheers on, meaning it even though this kind of incredible isn’t for everyone. Although her moves indeed are questionable, Amy herself deserves every positive adjective in the dictionary. Wow, did he just make a grammar-based compliment? The Santiago-gene has really rubbed off on him, huh?

Everything is easy, like fun and games, or at least it is right up until some drunk idiot, tall and handsome, Jake will admit, accidentally stumbles into Amy. She’s a trooper though: shakes it off and keeps dancing as if nothing had happened. Instead of apologizing, said man apparently sees this as an opening, a prompt for him to act on, and smoothly allows his hand to travel across the sleek fabric hugging Amy’s hips which, upon noticing the touch, abruptly stops moving.

“Why’d’ya stop dancing, babe? You looked so good.” The strange’s voice is as sleazy as his rapprochement. Overall representing the kind of person no one deserves to be approached by. Drunk or not, Jake doesn’t care the least: this kind of behavior can’t be excused. No woman, or just person in general, should have to put up with this. Admittedly, the fact that the subject of this stranger’s idiocy is his girlfriend doesn’t make matters any better. From the feeling of his fists clenching, he can tell it makes it much worse.

“Excuse me?” Amy challenges the stranger, takes a step back, not even caring that she bumps into someone else in the process of doing so. Her priority is to make sure that the unwelcomed hands let go of her.

Then they both see it, both Jake and Amy, and like lightning coming from a clear sky, it takes them by surprise. It takes everything within them to not flinch or freeze in a way that’ll come off as suspicious, because this? This is without a doubt Axel Manson.

“No need to be prissy, babe. Take it as a compliment.”

Amy’s got her arms crossed in front of her chest and it’s clear as day, at least to Jake, that she’s in a standby position - a position where she isn’t fully sure of what her next move should be. On one hand, the perp’s moves are extremely inappropriate, especially with Jake around (even though he knows it’s a part of the job); on the other hand, she can’t act out and risk scaring Manson away. Now that he’s fallen right into their lap they need to figure out how to go about this in the smoothest way possible.

If they weren’t currently undercover, working a case that very much relies on being discreet and staying unnoticed, Jake would tell the prick to get lost. Instead, he has to take on a different role that he definitely hasn’t prepared for: the role of the random bystander that won’t intervene.

Amy still has her back turned to Jake, facing their perp, and unfolds her arms to instead put one behind her back. Firstly, it makes her look less defensive and closed off; secondly, it allows her to send Jake a signal with her fingers: a thumbs up. Jake notices and even though he wants nothing more than rid his girlfriend of this creep, Amy is now his partner and not his girlfriend. Now is not the time to act on emotions, instead, he has to go along with whatever she leads him into. He trusts that she’s thought of a playbook to follow and knows what she’s doing.

“Sorry, I was just... surprised, I guess,” she laughs off the momentary tension, at the very least tries to, praying that Manson won’t see right through this innocent, flirty act she’s about to put on for him.

“That’s alright, baby. I can take it - especially when you’re as beautiful as you are.”

Right amid people dancing and pushing their way through the crowd around them, Jake makes sure to stay at safe distance, hopefully staying out of the scene Amy and Manson have proceeded into. On his part, Manson has reached over to grab the hand of his newest catch and gives it a gallant kiss. Charming but not at all representative of his overall behavior, Amy thinks, meanwhile she acts as if the move truly impresses her. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had to stay in character for the sake of the bust, she would’ve told him off the second he bumped into her. Jake, feeling rather exclude but know it’s how it has to be, discreetly stays behind and watches the scene unfold. Sipping on orange, shuffling on the spot, acting as if some creep isn’t making a move on his girlfriend and colleague. An unpleasant feeling boils in his gut, but it’s not exactly jealousy - or so he tells himself because it’s his least favorite emotion and, more than anything else, he trusts Amy. There’s no reason for him to feel jealous. Amy is just doing her job and so she should.

… Although he does feel unquestionable mistrust towards the other man and the urge to push him off of her is even stronger. Scum like him don’t deserve even a second of attention from a woman as lovely as Amy - undercover persona or not.

“Wow, thank you. I sure don’t mind my view either.”

From a time preceding their current relationship and up till now, Jake has witnessed a bit of everything in terms of Amy’s flirting skills. Not that his own are any better but Amy’s can sometimes be… awkward and questionable. In reality, Amy Santiago is a natural but as soon as she’s consciously flirting, she gets all weird and fidgety about it. Her game is much stronger when she’s doing it unconsciously, going with the flow, like with him. As if they only know how to flirt with one another.

Yet here she is, completely nailing this coquettish act, and even though it should bother him Jake also feels… captivated. This bold and cutthroat side of Amy that usually only appears when it’s just the two of them, within the intimacy of their bedroom, is suddenly out in the open and luring in a stranger with so much ease. Amy Santiago is without a doubt the best detective slash genius.

Mason takes a step closer, smooth to a point where it’s embarrassingly obvious that he’s done this a lot, and puts a hand on her hip. It isn’t until he can taste fresh blood that Jake realizes he’s been biting his lip. Focus, Jake, he tells himself and joins the random group of dancing people next to him, hoping this will keep his cover intact while he can keep an eye on the situation. Hopefully, he hasn’t noticed him and Amy dancing together before bumping into them. Amy knows what she’s doing, he keeps repeating to himself, completely drowning out erratic beats, people singing off-key to some pop song, and other distracting sounds.

“What’s your name, gorgeous? And even more importantly, are you here with someone?” Manson’s dark eyes drill into hers with great, sleazy purpose. In all honesty, it throws her off a bit to be looked at like that by someone who’s not Jake, even worse a criminal. Concentration is key and Amy falls right back into the game with ease. On the outside nothing unusual is to be noted; on the inside, she fights to ignore the stranger’s strong fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as if she were his property.

“Cassidy, and no. I’m just here to… explore my options.” Amy gives him her best flirty smirk, personally hating the reaction it earns her but, professionally, happy to see him fall right into her sensuous trap.

“Well, Cassidy, I’m Axel and that sounds right about perfect to me. I also love to… explore.” He emphasizes his ulterior motive so obviously that it falls right under the category of an explicit plan.

It’s funny to see someone who couldn’t be leading a more different life from her own think they have something in common, Amy thinks. It sure helps the fake smile she currently has plastered on her face, even when Manson strokes her hip and causes the soft fabric to bunch up around her thigh, revealing more of her golden skin. That’s her cue - it’s go time. No more fooling around. With the hand behind her back she signals towards the club’s exit and prays that, in that very second, Jake happens to be looking her way right. Get him outside echoes in her mind and she hopes it does in Jake’s too.

What Amy doesn’t know is that Jake hasn’t left her out of sight for even a second. On the contrary, he’s quick to notice the signal and knows exactly what it means: things are about to start moving. His galloping pulse confirms it and he’s ready to follow them wherever they go.

“How lucky for both of us, Axel. Should we, you know, get out of here then?”

Amy feels like she’s in a movie, coming up with one smooth line followed by the next. Dropping line after line, spontaneous and mysterious, to a point where she almost can’t recognize herself. Although she can’t wait to bust this guy and be back with Jake, she does have to admit that it is very satisfying to see just how easy and indiscreet criminals are. It’s a fine line to walk.

“Nothing would make me happier, doll.” Axel promptly places an arm around Amy’s waist, a bit lower than expected and the move is as smug as Axel’s grin. A grin that only grows from the satisfaction of having his arm around a beautiful woman who, he thinks, will get him laid.

In the momentum of the turn they do, directing themselves towards the exit, Amy catches a glimpse of her boyfriend’s stare. There’s no begrudging his displeased demeanor, Amy thinks imagining if it were her in his place. There’s a lot of trust between the two, never any reason to feel jealous, but this kind of situation is different and (luckily) not circumstances any regular couple would ever encounter. There’s no room for jealousy - this is a matter of doing your job properly whilst also keeping your partner safe and unharmed. A partner which you more than just care for. Jake certainly has begun to entertain himself with the thought of love and this only enhances the pondering about his feelings for his co-detective.

They share a look of mutual understanding, brief but it’s there, and it puts Amy at ease to know that he’s got her back in these most trying times of their operation. Manson’s hand keeps sliding further and further down her waist, obviously and shamelessly yearning for her hip and ass as if it were his right, and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was a matter of making the bust or not, Amy would’ve smacked his hand. Alas, she lets it slide, plays the role of the infatuated prey, and doesn’t flinch under the foreign palm taking a handful hold of her dress and the flesh beneath it.

“Sarge?” Jake speaks into his phone, never letting Amy and Axel out of his sight. He can physically taste the disgust he’s feeling upon seeing his girlfriend be felt up but he’s putting his anger to good use. “Amy and I have found Manson. We’re currently luring him outside. Send back up and catch them the-”

Jake feels himself flinch at the sight of this criminal having his hands all over Amy while feeling more than just delighted by this conquest. Jake knows Manson has set himself up for great disappointment, but still, he can’t help it when the sight of Axel being a major creep has his word’s caught up in his throat.

“I- uh, yes, sorry. Just keeping an eye out for Amy. They’ll walk out onto Fulton Street. Meet us there with backup ASAP. Not sure if he’s armed or not so be careful. He’s got Amy with him.”

He hangs up the second he sees Axel and Amy make their way to the cloakroom. Needing to be sure of what to make her next move, without Axel noticing, Amy runs her hand up the perp’s strong arm, wardrobe number in between her index finger and middle finger.

“Just need to stop by the lady’s room and... “ She bites her bottom lip into a natural pause. “... get ready for whatever you and I are gonna do once we leave this place.”

She bats her long eyelashes at him. Past experiences with Jake have her trusting the simple but sultry move and its effect. It should work wonders. “Grab my coat for me, please? And perhaps I’m even lucky enough to find some candy in my pocket when I come back?” Cocked eyebrows suggest Manson read between the lines.

“What’d’ya mean, princess?”

During the course of her career, Amy’s seen a lot of perp bluff which means Mansons already steps behind her. Even with a hand on her hip and trying to play it off as confused, the detective doesn’t fall out of character. She needs proof.

“Oh please, Axel…” Amy grins before leaning in, lips almost grazing his ear. Lucky for her their perp can’t see how her legs are trembling from the adrenaline. “I know what you do around here. Share your candy with me and I’ll share mine with you. No one will know.” Her vixenish whisper echoes in her ears while her lips tease to touch the sensitive spot. Amy cocks an eyebrow playfully and there’s no way Axel can say no to that.

“Of course, babe. I’ll be right here waiting. Don’t be too long though.” Axel’s warm, alcohol-drenched breath hits her face when he pulls back and it takes every fiber in Amy’s body to not pull back from where the man is leaning in close, smirking like he’s got her figured out. “I’m getting impatient.”

“I’ll be quick.” She promises.

Even from a safe distance away, Jake’s glowering gaze certainly doesn’t miss how Amy seals the deal their perp and how he runs starving eyes up and down her body as she walks off. While Jake would prefer that it was him she was torturing like that, he also feels confident about this operation. It’s going to work, he’s sure. Then he’s going to need a lot of making up for how little he’s gotten to enjoy her company tonight.

Purposely brushing past Jake, discreetly bumping his shoulder, Amy makes her way to the bathroom.

One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Jake spins around on his heels and follows her into the bathroom, making sure to do so unnoticed by Axel.

“We’re in the clear,” Amy informs him when she sees Jake peep his head into the room.

“You’re brilliant, Ames!” Jake beams, stepping up to her and instantly earns himself a proud smile in return. Amy can’t help but notice how right it feels when he places his hands on her lower arms, almost as to make sure she’s safe and really there with him. Her warms skin feels so good in his hold and it hits him how much he needs her to be okay and… his. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. And I think he’s buying it, Jake! I tried to lure him into giving me some drugs. I will let you know if he does… Did you call Terry?”

Jake can tell she’s proud of herself and can do nothing but nod in agreement. So she should be. “Yes, backup should be here within a couple of minutes, ready to take him down when you exit the club. Also of course he’s buying it! That act you’re putting up? Impossible to resist.”

“You been thinking about that a lot, babe?”

They’re on the clock, Jake is aware, but she sends him a teasing wink (oh, she knows), and before he can even wrap his mind around just how turned on he is, she’s moved on as if nothing had happened. Moved on to apply lipstick in the reflection of the dirty bathroom mirror as if he wasn’t even there. The red tip of her lipstick traces her full lips oh so slowly, taunting him with every inch and curve, and it has very unprofessional, untasteful per se, scenarios flash before his eyes. The muffled sound of the bass is momentarily replaced by the remembrance filthy sounds. It all crowds his mind so fast, making remaining focused almost impossible, and if they hadn’t had a major drug lord waiting for them then he’d definitely taken advantage of how Amy was currently leaning against the sink, back turned to him, in an attempt to apply the lipstick as precisely as possible.

“Oh, Ames…” Though he really shouldn’t, he allows his hand to wander onto her hips, the ones he’d hated Axel so much for touching… Besides hating him for the obvious stuff, like being a criminal and whatnot. “You’re all I ever think about.”

Even with her hair let down, falling in raven waves and covering some of her exposed shoulder, neck, and arms, there’s little left to the imagination. As animalistic and primitive it might sound, Jake internally thanks Amy for her pick of dress, a spaghetti strap dress that shows off her strong upper body. Handling perps might just be the best workout. He does realize that he’s only making it worse, more agonizing, for himself to wait out their mission however he simply can’t help himself, and before he can bring himself to cease, his lips are attached to her shoulder blade… then back nape of her neck… then the other shoulder. Her skin tastes like a mixture of her vanilla body wash and the smoke-filled air of the club.

Their eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror, both smirking knowingly; they’re both fighting the urge to throw professionalism out the window and tear each other apart - right here, right now. How wonderful it would be to simply unhinge, give in to the vicious atmosphere of the club. Take each other home like a spontaneous hookup on a night out. Alas, right now is not the time for adulterated play pretend. Right now, even with his hands feeling dangerously good on her, closing in on the zipper running along her spine, their duty and urgent matter at hand is somehow stronger. With one last kiss to the skin of her neck and a shared look in the mirror, they wordlessly promise each other: later…

He offers her hip a squeeze and clears his throat. Smiling to show support.

“Let’s go get him.”

“Y-Yes. Let’s.”

After checking herself in the mirror one last time, she spins on her heels. Their eyes meet, outside of the mirror this time, and Amy feels confident walking out - Jake is right there behind her. Like always, he’s got her back.

“You look great!”

Having already exited the bathroom, Amy knows not to turn around, risking looking suspicious, but she can still smile to herself, and oh does she. Blush, a lot of it, as well. Luckily said blush simmers down and impossible to detect by the time she’s back with Axel. From the dance floor, Jake keeps an eye on their every move and it’s with great delight he notices Axel’s wallet falling from his pocket when the man shrugs on his coat. Having already put on her coat, Amy checks to see if her flirting worked and to her happy surprise, it did. In the depth of her pocket, her fingers come across a tiny, sealed plastic back containing a couple of tiny heart-shaped pills object: kandy.

Amy smiles to herself and Jake is quick to notice: she’s got the drugs and all the proof they need to take Manson down.

To the detective’s advantage, the pumping music drowns out the wallet’s fall and Amy is quick to latch onto Axel’s strong arm thus prompting him to lead her outside, into her trap. Coats hanging off of their frames, walking side by side, they make their way through the front door. Amy’s lungs hitch for the fresh air outside, nervously so, internally praying that reinforcement is waiting for them outside as to not be left alone with the shady criminal for longer than needed. One thing is being told they’ll be there: another thing is actually seeing the familiarly blue-clad reinforcement there waiting for you.

Click clack.

Her black heels hit the pavement, they have officially left the safety of the crowded club, and this fact, along with the absence of the blinking red and blue lights, triggers a certain nervousness in Amy. An uneasiness screaming that everything is at stake right now - the case as well as her own life - and that there’s no room for indiscretion.

It’s a well-known fact: Amy Santiago always brings her A-game. Although this specific mission demands even more detail-oriented and throughout thought decision-making on her part. One little misstep can cause a domino effect of danger and chaos, and she’s not about to topple over the first piece.

“Terry!”

On his part, Jake feels just as uneasy, if not even more, about the lack of backup. There’s a limit for how close he can stick to Amy and their perp; walking too close will only raise suspicion meanwhile walking too far behind could compromise the mission and, more importantly, Amy’s safety.

“Where are you guys? Amy and Manson have left the club. They’re making their way south on Fulton Street, and I don’t know for how long I can trail behind them before Mason grows suspicious.”

There’s an irritated undertone to Jake’s voice he simply can’t bite back - it’s not as if he’s trying to hide it - but his girlfriend is currently charming a dangerous criminal and no one but Manson himself knows where he’s taking her. If they get into a car this entire case will turn into a chase and ticking clock situation.

At this point, if Manson as much as hails a cab, Jake will have to do something. Step in, one way or the other, to free Amy from the situation or at least stall. There’s no way Jake is allowing a criminal to drag his girlfriend along as bait for a wild-goose chase. Alonge the thought is a hard pill to swallow. He always worries when she’s working a case; the second she’s out of sight a thousand horrible scenarios flash before his eyes because he can’t imagine a world without her. Amy is very much capable, he knows, and she doesn’t rely on him for anything, nor should she, but if he can keep her safe then he sure as hell will.

Then it happens. What he dreaded the most. Mason waves over a cab which immediately pulls over to park next to the couple.

A hundred feet or so keep Jake, and Manson and Amy apart. Step by step he gains speed, gains in on them, with fiery eyes glued to his girlfriend in hopes of some kind of signal from her. Manson gallantly opens the door to the cab for her. Polite for a criminal, Jake thinks to himself as his fists turn white from clenching.

Dutiful as ever, Amy she gets into the car. He catches a glimpse of her face and certainly isn’t met with what he had imagined; Amy’s shaking her head no at him, frowning and warning him with a harsh stare. Does she just expect him to keep his cool and step back from the situation? It feels very much like a punch to his gut. Can’t she see she’s in danger?

His feet never cease, on the contrary, they pick up the pace, completely disregarding Amy’s deterring signals. The car door smacks shut capturing Amy inside the cab but even then, through the dirty cab window, she’s very clearly telling him off. Her expression only becomes clearer with every step he takes.

Manson, still very much oblivious to the situation that’s about to be called into existence, makes his way around the cab and gets into the back with Amy. The sound of his door shutting behind him affects Jake the exact same way the sound of a gun going off would: adrenaline overrules his clear thinking and protocol for the given kind of situation is off the table. Protocol means nothing when a dangerous drug lord is about to drive away with your partner - partner slash girlfriend, that is. It doesn’t matter that she’s the NYPD’s best detective. All Jake sees is red and the following words come flying out without warning.

“Sir!”

He waves his arms in the air to hopefully catch Manson, or at least the cab driver’s, attention. Perfectly synchronized with Jake’s outburst, Amy’s eyes send him daggers but there’s nothing she can say or do… It’’ll blow their cover. So instead she sits back, acts as if she doesn’t know the lunatic who’s calling out for her date, and waits for the horror that is Jake Peralta’s improv skills.

“You forgot your wallet back at the club. They’re holding onto it for you. They uh- told me to run after you and let you know.” He’s out of breath from running up to the cab and leans against it as he tries to catch it. Jake has to admit that he deserves the prize for the worst cover story in the history of cover stories. All he can do is pray that their perp will believe it - even if it’s with an inch of mistrust.

“What?” Manson spits, halfway out the cab and sure as hell looking pissed - pissed like a man who’s getting momentarily cockblocked by a random stranger.

“Your wallet. Someone’s found it and I was sent to tell you.” Jake stutters from his position on the sidewalk. He can feel Amy glaring at him from her spot behind the window, begging him to look at her so she can let him know exactly what she’s thinking: idiot!

“You couldn’t have brought it with ya, ya moron?”

All night they’ve seen him in nothing but a good mood so it sure does intimidate Jake, just a tiny bit, to experience Manson growling and scowling like an agitated beast.

“I- uh, sorry. I’m just… super hammered. My brain is probably broken from all the vodkas and… orange drank and whatnot.”

Jake doesn’t even have to look at Amy to know that she’s rolling her eyes at him.

“Whatever.” Manson peeks into the cab. “I’ll be right back, darling.”

Amy smiles without saying a word, but the second Manson is out of sight she’s practically kicking down the cab door.

“What the hell, Jake?! What are you doing?”

During their few months of being together, he’s never seen her this mad. Not at him, not at anyone. Even the mattress incident has nothing on the pure acrimony she’s currently displaying. The red color of her dress suddenly carries a whole new symbolism.

“What do you mean? Ames, he was going to drive you off to God knows where!”

Why is she so angry when he’s just trying to protect her? His expression slowly starts to match hers and he doesn’t like this color on him - not one bit.

“Don’t Ames me! And I have my tracker and gun on me, plus backup is just around the corner!” She refuses to step down from her case and it’s as if they forget that Axel Mason will be back before long.

“You don’t know how far away backup is. Also, a tracker and gun won’t keep you safe against a man like Manson!”

It takes a clenching of his jaw to contain himself. Heavy breaths have him feel like an enraged bull, provoked by her red dress (even though technically bulls can’t see color - Amy told him so) and matching stubbornness - an attribute of hers he usually admires. Right now it’s hard to admire though. Even if he knows his girlfriend is very much capable of doing whatever she puts his mind to, he also knows he’d never forgive himself if she was to be harmed in any way, shape, or form; even worse if he’d done nothing to stop it. He’s read through Manson’s criminal record and knows what the man is capable of.

“So what? You’re running interference because you, the great Jake Peralta, need to keep me safe and be the one to save the day?”

She’s taken a few steps away from the cab to join Jake on the sidewalk. It’s not for the sake of keeping him company though. Oh no, her arms are very much crossed, body language very clearly cutting him off completely, and if it weren’t for the fact that they’re in the midst of quite a fight, Jake’s eyes would comment on how the crossing of her arms enhances her chest.

“It’s not like that, Amy. It’s not about being the best or saving the day.”

“Then what?” She barks and all at once everything around them seems to go silent. It definitely doesn’t ease the weight on the young man’s shoulder, the feeling he seems to be holding back for reasons unknown. How does he explain that he cares deeply for her, perhaps more than he’s ever cared about anyone before, without saying the three magic words? That would be too soon and most definitely the wrong time.

Still, with Amy Santiago looking at him like she currently is, eyes begging to understand but also filled with fury, he knows that he’s in the wrong and she, as so often, is right. He had no right to interfere. She had it under control and he let his personal fears overrule his professional rationality.

“I’m-” the words get stuck in his throat and he has to clear it to continue.

“I’m afraid of not doing enough. I know that you’re a total badass but it’s so hard for me to stand by and act like it’s all out of my hands, when my mind is telling me that I can do more and that I’d never be able to forgive myself if something were to happen to you. It’s hard to stay out of your way when I feel the way that I do about you - even if I know you’re fully capable.”

His nervous shuffling on the spot and adverting gaze cuts right through his previous angry demeanor, a much more insecure side of Jake shining through at perhaps the most inconvenient time. Amy wants to listen and discuss this with him, she truly does, because no matter how much she pisses her off, she also really likes him too.

Timing is damned, not on their side, and Manson is now once more walking out of the club as he lights a cigarette. Jake, back turned to the club, remains perfectly oblivious to the incoming confrontation.

On her part, Amy has a perfect view of her undercover admirer. “Shit.” It’s unclear and mumbled under her breath, enough for Jake to notice but without being able to see Manson, the detective remains confused. “We need to stall.” Manson makes his way towards them and an oh so familiar situation presents itself: they’ve got to think fast.

“Kiss me,” Amy commands through her teeth.

“What?”

“He’s back! We need to stall till the 99 gets here so I need you to shut up and kiss me. Now!”

To an uninformed Jake, this very sudden order profoundly confuses him. The very specific kind of confusion and disorientation reminds him a lot of that time Johnny and Dora staked out the park - he can almost feel the tree pressing up against his back and Amy’s lips on his - and the similarity of the situation will soon catch up with him.

Usually warm and kind but now burning and stressing brown irises glower at him and Jake knows: he needs to act now; trust her and whatever process her brain has mapped out. So he acts.

Like a whirlwind, he pulls her in by her dress’ soft fabric and shoves her up against the side of the cab, so hard that a thump can be heard. It’s a kiss that, in more than one way, takes her breath away. It’s warm, passionate, and quick but still deep enough to make her toes curl. In a perfect scenario, she would let Jake go on, deepen the kiss and take them where she wants to be, but an entire case is relying on her self-control.

“What are you doing, you perv?!”

She pushes him off of her, as dramatically as physically possible, and the anger in her eyes makes an encore.

Jake has never heard her scream with such high pitch and power, and it’s an understatement to say that it takes him a second to recollect himself - both because of the insanely hot kiss and the sudden scream fit.

“Hey! What is going on!?” Manson’s cigarette is long gone, adding itself to the collection of cigarette buds in the streets of Brooklyn. Too focused on hurrying back to the cab where his sidepiece of the evening seems to be in trouble, he fails to notice the exchange glances between the two detectives. Glances that confirm that this is is - their new plan. Like an actor walking onto her stage, Amy quickly switches from Amy to Cassidy.

“I wanted to smoke a cigarette while you were getting your wallet, but this freak forced himself onto me!” She makes sure to spew out the word freak, hoping it’ll cover up her true feelings for her partner.

Amy Santiago is unrecognizable, fully merged with her role as club girl Cassidy, and Jake can’t do anything but play along as they both embark on the craziness that is a very serious game of play pretend. Hopefully backup will make their way to them before Manson has the chance of reducing him to a pile of blood and bones.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little shit?!” Their perp forces himself in-between the two, punching Jake in the shoulder, hard enough to have the smaller man trip backward. Only by a thread does Jake manage to stay on his feet.

A threatening that has Jake backing up against, so much that he eventually hits the wall behind him. Now he’s really begging for backup to arrive.

Yes, he does have his badge on him, hidden under his shirt, but flashing it could cause further hostility and threat to him and, of greater importance to him, Amy. Jake stares straight into the eyes of an enraged Alex Manson, scared but also mildly annoyed by the fact that this macho idiot feels such strong entitlement when it comes to Amy – a woman whom he’s known for approximately thirty minutes.

Not that there’s ever a good time to feel entitled to decide over a woman.

“We were just talking.” Hopelessly so, but still, Jake tries to reason with his opponent. Mason obviously caught them with their lips locked. All according to Amy this is the plan that will get them out of this disaster, safely and successfully, and, more than ever before, Jake really hopes she’s right.

“Talking? Do you think I’m blind!? I saw you making out against the cab, feeling her up with your filthy hands and lips!”

At this point Manson has a strong hand on Jake’s chest, keeping him captive against the wall with what feels like a promise to not only threaten but also hurt. A million thoughts race through Jake’s mind.

He’s not dying, not today, not when an idiot like Axel Manson thinks he can get away with miscellaneous criminal activity and treating women like garbage. Over his dead body, only metaphorically, of course, he thinks and bites the inside of his cheek.

Over Manson’s notably broad shoulder he manages to get a hold of Amy’s eyes. For the first time since he, to Amy’s great dismay, chose to confront Mason, Amy’s death stare is directed at their perp rather than him. Discreetly, making sure to not make any sudden moves and draw attention to herself, Amy reaches down for the hem of her dress skirt. Her eyes never drop from Manson’s figure, even as she gently lifts the skirt a bit, revealing the handgun she’s been carrying around - Mr. and Mrs. Smith-stylez.

By all means, even with his life is at stake, Jake takes a millisecond to notice just how fucking hot that is. If this is the last thing he sees before he goes then he won’t complain. If he does survive, then he’ll have to suggest that they buy her a nice garter for them to mess around with. He’s quickly snapped out of his fantasy when Manson pushes him harder into the wall.

“Did you hear what I said? Do you think I’m blind!?”

Jake’s floundering.

“It was- uh- an accident.”

The weight on Jake’s chest instantly increases even further, threatening to crush his bones (or so it feels). Then he sees Manson’s free arms being lifted from his side and prepared to throw what Jake guesses is the first punch.

“Don’t fuck with me, shithead. Me and a couple of friends from the club are in search of a new punchbag and right now you look like the perfect candidate…”

Jake knows he should be fearing for his life but all he pays attention to is the fact that their perp has practically just admitted to his gang being inside the club. Just as he’s about to flash a self-satisfied grin, the first punch collides with Jake’s chin.

Amy hears Jake groan out in pain, the gun ready to go, out of the corner of her eye, she sees a familiar blink of blue and red lights around the corner. Backup - she can safely reveal herself and help Jake.

“NYPD! Let go of him and put your hands in the air!”

In one swift motion, well-practiced and with ease, Amy has her gun pulled from her thigh holster and pressed into Manson’s back. The criminal freezes on the spot just as he’s about to throw another punch and allows Jake to free himself as three cop cars pull up to the scene and surround them. Amy doesn’t budge, continuously holding Manson at gunpoint. Her arms tremble from the rush. Still, she doesn’t cease until the sarge tells her to and two of her colleagues have Manson handcuffed.

“We’ve got him, Santiago.”

A heavy breath, one she’s held since Manson forced Jake up against the wall, is set free from her lungs. Newfound calmness and satisfaction rush through her veins.

After carefully securing her gun and putting it back in its holster, slowly coming down from the adrenaline-driven high, the thought of Jake and the punch he just took floods her mind. Adrenaline and anger fully clouded her mind but now that she can think somewhat clearly again, worry takes possession of her entire body. It’s as if her legs, without her brain having to order them to, instinctually take her to where Jake is being taken care of by Terry and a first aid kit.

“Jake! Are you okay?”

He barely has the time to turn around. Amid his turn, she throws herself at him, arms around his neck and if Terry hadn’t been right there, holding the bloody cloth that’s been drying Jake’s bloody nose, she would’ve kissed him to the moon and back,

“Uhmpf-“

Her hug punches the air out of him, and he should care (with being punched and crushed and whatnot) but he doesn’t, because it’s her and all he wants is for her to be okay. He recovers from the hug attack right away and naturally his arms come to wrap her up. The pounding ache in his lower face, nose, and lips, swollen and slightly bloody, somehow melts away under her touch. Technically, that doesn’t make sense but that’s what he does to her. A loud pounding reappears, this time coming from his heart rather than his head and he knows he’s alive and back with his favorite person - the most badass person he knows, too.

“I’m okay, Ames.” A pleasant mixture of her lavender shampoo and the feeling of her soft skin (she always brags about moisturizing) lets him know he’s back in his safe house and for a second he closes his eyes, lets himself slip into a momentary trance where no one or nothing can touch him. Neither of them knows for how long they stand there, simply holding each other in silence but eventually, the sarge clears his throat, obviously feeling like the odd one out during this happy reunion.

“Amy, you and I will head back to the 99 with Manson for your debriefing. Jake, I’ll have officer Wilson drive you to the hospital for a checkup and debrief you there.”

The couple quickly pulls apart, brutally pulled back to earth, and realizes that there are other people, notably their boss, around.

The night is far from over. More than anything else, Amy wants to be the one to take Jake to the hospital, hold his hand while they wait for the final verdict, but she also knows better than to make professional demands based on personal needs. She opts for a simple “Of course, sarge.” Jake as well.

To the couple’s relief, Terry sees right through them, smiles, and nods approvingly. Terry loves respecting HR-guidelines but, more than anything, Terry loves love.

“I’ll give you five.” He gives them both a pat on the shoulder, then he walks off to help with Manson who’s currently painting the dark Brooklyn night with a quite colorful chain of curses.

The blue and red light flash across Jake’s side profile, enhancing his bruised lip, as his eyes follow the Sarge. Amy watches him watch the scene unfold, and while she would’ve preferred no punches and bruises at all, it definitely doesn’t make undercover, dressed-up Jake look any less hot. She might even go as far as thinking it’s… extremely sexy.

“You’re an idiot.”

Her voice instantly catches his attention and him looking right at her only gives her a better view of the slightly split lip. So much for a solid plan, she thinks and cups his cheek in her hand as to inspect him.

He winces a bit but never refrains.

“I know.” The sigh is one of defeat.

Amy is quick to catch on a runs her thumb across his cheek in a soothing pattern. “But at least we got him,” she comforts.

“Yeah, but you were right. I was being reckless and impatient. I should’ve stayed back and let you handle it... Like I know you can. I’m sorry if it came off as me not trusting you or whatever. It wasn’t my intention to compromise you or the mission.”

“I know…” Carefully to not hurt him her hand slides off his face to instead grabs his hands. “But I do appreciate you apologizing.”

“Of course. I was wrong and you were right. The Jake and Amy story.”

A warm, familiar chuckle is shared between the two, somehow resynchronizing them, because this really does feel like Jake and Amy – whatever story they’re currently writing.

“But there’s one thing I’m going to need you to apologize for, detective Santiago.”

A charming grin is enough to let Amy know he’s about to hit her with something for her to roll her beautiful brown eyes at. And he, on his part, can’t wait.

“Oh, and that is?”

“I’m going to need you to apologize for looking so fucking hot tonight.”

“Jake…” Blush instantly replace her normal skin tone. Even months into their relationship he still manages to do things to her that she can’t control. Especially looking like this, all dressed up, tussled hair and bruised face working in contrast.

“Like, even with Manson all up in my face, all I could think about was you in that red dress…” He runs his hand along the fabric hugging her hip. “And don’t even get me started on the thigh holster. I was so afraid that I’d die tonight and never get to peel it off of you.”

“Jake!” She skips forward and shuts him up by planting her hand across his mouth. “The officers or the sarge could hear us!”

“Ouch!”

“Oh my God, your lip! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine.” He winces once her hands fly off of him and free his sore lip. “I really should head to the hospital, huh?”

“Yeah, you really should. Are you going to be okay?”

“Totally.” Jake confirms, nodding his head yes. “See you at your place later? I’m sure the hospital will let me go home tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She nods, trailing off but then the opportunity for a clever comment presents itself and she can’t resist. “If you can you stick to it this time?”

A teasing glimmer in her eyes and cocky smile lets him know just how proud she is of her own comeback.

“You got me, babe. But yes, promise I will stick to the plan this time. I’ve learned from my mistakes.”

“Good...” Without further prompting his girlfriend leans in close, close enough for her breath to tickle her ear, and drops a bomb that’s been threatening to explode since they first walked into the club.

“... And if you can’t then I’ll have to teach you a lesson, detective Peralta.”

Oh, how the hospital better let him go home tonight.

#idk how i feel about the final result but *throws bone* here ya go #club fic #i literally dont know how undercover cases work so dont be too hard on me #jake and amy #peraltiago #jake x amy #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #jake peralta #amy santiago #undercover #fluff

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