hii, idk if youre taking requests, but are you able to write a rosa diaz x reader fic? idm plot :)
“Hey, I thought I might find you in here” you hear the voice of your best friend call. You look up and give a weak smile. Knowing that she’ll be able to tell that somethings wrong from a mile away, she always could. She slides down the wall and sits next to you and you immediately lean your head on her shoulder. The normally badass woman was a total softie when it came to her best friend, knowing that you needed comfort as your protection over anything else. She didn’t need you to explain, she just needed to know that you were safe and in her presence you were safer than anywhere else in the world.
“He left me Rosa, he decided that the job in Ohio was better than staying here and being with me” you say and she sighs. You feel a kiss placed on the top of your head before she whispers
“I’m sorry you're hurting my sweet girl, but I’ll be here through it all” she says and you nod.
Wow, I'm alive, thats crazy. Anyways. I'm thinking that I want to get back into writing on here. I know I don't have a huge following, and my interests are all over the place, but is there anything that y'all would like to see? Any tropes, fandoms, characters, or concepts. I'm not promising anything because I can take the pressure of requests, but I do want to see the climate of what y'all like to read for the sake of inspiration. I would appreciate any interactions!
“COMING OUT AS A LESBIAN TO THE SQUAD (BROOKLYN NINE-NINE)”
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"Sweet," Rosa said, as soon as you told them. "I have like ten different people I could set you up with now."
"Aren't they all girls you went on dates with?" you asked.
"Yeah. But they did stupid things like wear hats. Or like soup. And you're probably into those kind of things so you're good."
"Who doesn't like soup?" Amy asked. "Is that really how you--"
"Soup's not a real food," Rosa said. "It's a beverage. And it's gross."
"Well, Rosa's soup weirdness aside, I'm glad you told us," Jake said, giving you a warm smile, and looking to Captain Holt, who gave you a nod, the corners of his mouth quirking upward. "Really."
"Can I give you a hug?" Amy said as you beamed in the presence of your friends, glad you had finally told them. When you nodded, she ran over, wrapping you into a hug, and quickly joined by Terry. "I'm so proud of you," Amy said.
"We love you y/n," Jake shouted, cupping his hands over his mouth, and you burst into laughter, surrounded by the warmth of your friends.
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Author’s note: First imagine I’ve ever written for this site and I really hope it doesn’t suck... but if you have any advice, suggestion, or request, feel free to tell me!
Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader
Warning: None
Word count: 4741 words
Summary: Seems like Jake and (Y/N) keeps bumping into each other over the year. Weird, huh? It must be fate, at least that’s what Jake thinks, but (Y/N), learning that he’s working at the NYPD, decides that she’ll answer him only one question per random meeting. And Jake, falling deeper in love every time he sees her, becomes more determined to make her like him too. He just needs to learn her name and his detective’s skills will find her in less than a minute… right?
Gif Source
Jake Peralta comes in the precinct with the biggest smile on his face, the man dropping his bag beside his desk before he stands in the middle of the room.
“Attention, everyone!” All eyes turn on him and he feels a rush of adrenaline. “Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life!”
Everyone frowns in confusion at the detective’s outburst... except for Boyle, who immediately stands up from his place and starts to applaud his friend.
“I knew you could do it, Jake!”
“Thanks, Boyle! Only took me eight tries to finally get it!”
Everyone gives the two a very confused look, Terry being the first one to talk.
“What are you guys talking about?”
“Who’s (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?” Jake turns to Amy Santiago, the question making his smile stretch out.
“(Y/N) is the love of my life and it is my destiny to date her! The universe has been very clear!”
“The universe doesn’t talk, you idiot.” Rosa quirks an eyebrow, looking rather annoyed by the situation. “Why would you say that?”
“(Y/N) and Jake keep meeting randomly all the time, isn’t it romantic?”
“Yes, Boyle, it is! And almost two years ago, she gave me the challenge of only asking her one question every time I would see her… and I finally learned her name this morning!”
“It took you almost two years to know that?” Rosa smirks, the rest of the team chuckling at the detective.
Jake loses his smile. “You guys should know that it was a very difficult task, okay?”
“Wait.” Gina squints her eyes, a small smile coming on her lips. “Is it the girl you randomly hugged on Halloween night?”
It’s the detective’s turn to give her a confused look. “How would you know that? You were dancing with Terry when it happened!”
“So it was her, huh. Good choice. She made the impossible thing of being cute in a Sandy Olsson costume.”
“Wait, wait, wait...” Amy points at Jake, holding her coffee with her other hand while she playfully smiles. “I wanna know why it took you two years to learn her name.”
“Almost two yea-”
“Just tell us how you meet, Jake.” The detective sighs when he hears Terry cut him off, Boyle smiling excitedly at the coming up story.
“Alright! You all asked for it!”
“I didn’t.”
He ignores Rosa’s comment. “Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you the story of how I met the most beautiful woman on earth!”
Everyone sighs at him, the man simply continuing with a narrative voice.
“It all started with a very bad and cheap date...”
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“So, ready for dinner? Here we go!” Jake turns away from his date to sit down in front of a vending machine, putting his arm in it to try and grab some stuff while he smirks at the woman. “Would you like something sweet? Or maybe savory? Apple pi- and I’m stuck.”
He looks at the ground, his arm trapped in the mouth of the evil vending machine. He notices his date leaving in annoyance, the man only looking around to try and find the owner of the bar.
“I’m stuuuuck!” His words don’t seem to drag anyone important, the detective simply putting his head against the plastic window. “Great. This is like real life. You’re trapped somewhere and you’re out of reach of sweet succulent things.”
That’s when he hears a quiet laugh behind him and he turns around to see you, smiling down at him. His brain stops for a second, your shining (e/c) eyes and your gorgeous (h/l) h/c) hair making his stomach weak in an instant.
“I won’t ask you how you got stuck in there, but… do you need help getting out?”
He beamed at you, his whole body’s tension going away. “Yes. Please save me. This mechanic monster wants to eat me for trying to steal his treasure.”
You chuckle again, Jake already getting addicted to the sound of your laughter.
“Alright.” You sit down beside him and your scent hits him; it’s sweet like flowers and honey. “I’ll try to pull your arm out, but it might hurt.”
“No problem.”
He regrets saying this when you pull his arm out, the man making a painful expression when he feels the metal squeeze his muscles. He lets out a long breath when his arm gets out, starting to massage it to put the pain away.
“I’m sorry, are you okay?” He notices your worried look and it makes his lips curl into a grin.
“I am perfectly fine! Thank you for saving my life.” You grin back as you both stand up.
“I guess I did my good action for the day, then.”
“Wait!” He stops you from leaving, his heart beating faster when he sees that you’re waiting for him to continue. “I-I.. do you… want to get a drink?”
“Sorry, my friend’s actually waiting for me outside right now.” You point at the exit door, tilting your head at him with a smirk. “I was going to step out when I saw you were in great danger.”
He chuckles, disappointment running through his veins.
“Well, again, thank you for saving me, but before you go… can I at least get your name?”
“I shouldn’t give you my name.” You cross your arms on your chest, your smile stretching out. “You just tried to steal a vending machine. How do I know you’re not an even more dangerous criminal?”
“Awn, come on! You can trust me! I promise I’m not a criminal.”
“Maybe if we meet again.” You slowly walk away, the smirk still present on your face. “Gotta make sure you’re not a creepy stalker, you know?”
“I’m not a creepy stalker!” His shouted words make him gain a few unwanted attention, the man awkwardly waving back at them while you simply leave the building.
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“That’s how you met her?” Amy quirks an eyebrow, taking a sip of her beverage. “And she didn’t run away?”
“No, Santiago, she did not run away.” Jake sends her an annoyed look before he smirks. “And the second time I met her, she said you were lucky.”
Amy Santiago almost chokes on her coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”
“That’s right. The second time I saw her was when you lost our bet and we were wearing our wonderful outfits. You just left for your first bathroom break and I was about to join Boyle at the bar when...”
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He stops in his tracks when he hears a familiar laugh, the detective turning around to try to spot you.
“Oh my god.” His eyes set on your face when he hears those words, the same sweetness he noticed last time still present in your eyes. “What are you even wearing?”
He feels his smile come back on his lips. “Only the most romantic outfit, of course.”
You snort and shake your head at him, not quite believing that someone would wear the top of a suit with such horrible shorts. Him, on the other, notices a drink in your hand and a beautiful (f/c) dress also wrapped around your body, making you even more attractive than before.
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“Damn, she was hot in that dress.”
“Peralta, focus!”
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“Are you out for a date?”
“Nope. Girls’ night. You?”
“Won a bet against my coworker and I’m now treating her to the worse date in the whole history.”
“Wait, what? I need more explanation.”
“As you wish, milady.” He bows at you and makes you chuckle again. “A long time ago, me, Jake Peralta, made a bet that I could arrest more criminals than Amy Santiago. If I lose the bet, she gets my car, but since I’ve clearly won… she’s now getting the worst date ever.”
Your grin extends to your cheeks. “That was the woman wearing the weird dress, right?”
“You’re absolutely right! You’re a good detective. Maybe you should become a cop and join me at the NYPD precinct.”
“I’ll pass for now, thanks.” You tilt your head while you think about something. “She’s kind of lucky.”
“Oh?” He feels himself smirk. “Is it because she gets to spend time with me in a romantic way?”
“Hmm…. Maybe… but no.” You shake your head at him. “I was actually thinking that your “worst date ever” doesn’t seem bad, it looks fun.”
“Well, if you tell me your name...” His smile stretches out.”...maybe I’ll treat you to one of these lucky funny dates.”
“I’m tempted.” You take a sip of your drink, looking right into his eyes. “You said you’re a detective?”
“That is correct.”
“How about this.” Your smile turns to a smirk. “Every time we randomly meet, you can ask me one question about me. And if you learn my name and we somehow meet again, I’ll go on a date with you.”
“Pff.” He puts his hands on his hips. “That’s a very easy challenge.”
“Is it really?”
“Yeah, I’m the best detective in New York City! All I need to do is to ask for your name right now, then I’ll look for you back at work and find a way to meet again!”
“But how will you do that? You already asked me questions.” He loses his proud smirk as you walk away. “Until next time, Jake Peralta.”
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“I like her.” Rosa’s comment makes everyone look back at her. “She seems clever than you.”
“Okay, that was very uncalled for!”
“What is happening here?” Jake screams at the sound of Holt’s voice, jumping back to see that the captain was standing right beside him. “Why is no one working?”
“Jake is telling us how he learns (Y/N)’s name, Captain!”
“Oh.” Captain Holt turn his attention away from Boyle to set his eyes on Jake. “You finally got it.”
“Yeah, no thanks to you!” The detective’s eyes go wide at his own words and he nervously smiles. “Wait, sorry Captain. I meant... thank you very much for not ruining the challenge for me.”
Holt slightly nods. “You’re welcome.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Terry frowns in confusion. “You know the (Y/N) is talking about, Captain?”
“Of course I do. She’s been one of Kevin’s friends for a couple of years now. Santiago even had a conversation with her at my birthday party, if I remember correctly.”
“I did?”
“She’s a writer?” Everyone turns their attention to Jake, who smiles wildly. “She’s so awesome.”
“You’ve been doing this challenge for two years and you still didn’t know that she’s an exceptional author?” Captain sends the detective a look. “What have you been doing in these random meetings, Peralta?”
“That’s what I was about to tell!” Some people start to question how his smile can even get bigger. “And like you might have guessed, our third encounter was at Captain Holt’s birthday party and-”
“Jake, I’m sorry, but I think the Captain would like us to continue working…” Terry gives his superior a small look. “...right?”
“Normally I would, Sergeant Jeffords, but I’m so curious to know why Peralta has failed to learn a simple name in such a long time… I think we absolutely need to hear the whole story.”
“Thank you, Captain!” Jake restarts talking with his narrative voice. “And then, at Captain’s birthday party, just after I failed at bonding with Kevin...”
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He sees you in a long black dress across the room, talking with some random people that he doesn’t care to know. He thinks that you’re beyond gorgeous with you (h/c) hair down, your body trembling under your laughter. He walks towards you without even thinking, a smile already on his lips.
“Hey there.” His breathing almost stops when your eyes set on him, your smile getting bigger. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Jake, hi! Nice to see you in a real suit.” You point at him and send him a curious glance. “Let me guess… Raymond’s the Captain at your precinct, right? Is that why you’re here?”
“You really should become a detective.” You just chuckle and shake your head, the man taking the opportunity to continue. “The real question though… is what you’re doing here.”
Your smirk. “Good question, Peralta.”
He loses his smile, mentally slapping himself for not asking for your name.
“But to answer you… I’ve met Kevin at Columbia University a few years ago to review some of my work, then we’ve become friends and here I am.” You take a sip of your champagne, not really wanting to go into the details. “Don’t try to ask them about my name, though. I already told them about the challenge.”
“Dammit.” He dramatically snaps his fingers. “Thought I got you there.”
“Too bad I’m one step ahead of you, then.”
“Hey, wait.” It’s his turn to point at you, a wide smile gracing his face. “Maybe you can help me.”
You quirk an eyebrow, confused. “With what?”
“I need to know how to make Kevin like me.” You snort at his comment and he frowns. “What?”
“You’re not exactly Kevin’s type of friends, you know?” You tilt your head at him as you think. “Buuuut maybe you can talk about something simple. Do you read the New Yorkers?”
“That’s it! Thank you!” He walks away, looking for Raymond’s husband. “I’ll talk to you later, I promise!”
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“Aaaaand I didn’t get the chance to talk to her later, because Captain kicked us out of his house.”
“Ooooh, I remember her!” Jake gives Amy a weird look, the woman now smiling at the memory. “Yeah, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)… she was very sweet! We talked about arts for a while and we learned that we went to the same university! The world is so small…”
The detective opens his mouth in disbelief as Captain Holt smiles.
“Funny how you haven’t thought about questioning your colleagues, Peralta.”
“Well, as you may know, I actually did.” Jake puts his hands on his waist, losing his smile after a few seconds. “I only asked Boyle and he said he didn’t talk to her.”
“No, I didn’t.” Boyle shakes his head in disappointment before he smiles. “But we’ve had a lot of conversations after!”
“That’s right! The fourth time I saw her was when Boyle and I were out in our disguises, trying to find the tourist robber. We were about to call a cab when...”
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They both hear a loud laugh beside them, turning their head at the same time to see you wearing an (f/c) jacket and holding a coffee.
“Oh my god, this is priceless.” Your smile transforms into a playful one. “I’m guessing you guys are undercover?”
“You guessed right!” Jake smile gets bigger, happiness bouncing off of him. “Seriously, become a detective, you’d be great.”
“Nah, I’ll stay with the art stuff.”
“Oh, you’re an artist? What do you d- Dammit!”
You chuckle while he mentally curses at his mistake.
“Nothing special, really. Super boring stuff. By the way...” You turn your attention on Boyle. “Who’s your partner?”
“Name’s Charles Boyle, I’m Jake’s best friend.” You accept to shake his hand, Jake waiting for the next question. “And you are?”
“Just a random girl this guy keeps meeting.” Your smile goes wider. “Nice try, but you’re not getting my name.”
“Damn, you’re good.” Boyle turns his attention to his friend. “Sorry, Jake.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” He playfully squints his eyes at you with a small smile. “I’ll get you next time.”
“We’ll see about that.” You walk past them, having to go to work. “Nice meeting you Boyle! And good luck with your case!”
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“She looked really good in that jacket.”
“And I bet you looked stupid in your disguise.” Rosa smirks, trying to imagine the scene. “I’m picturing it right now.”
Jake shakes his head. “Thank you for this comment, Rosa.”
“You’re welcome.” The detective simply rolls his eyes at her.
“Sooo...” Gina puts her head on her hands, still sitting back at her desk. “What happened next?”
“Yes, Peralta. Don’t stop now.”
“As you wish, Captain! I’ve met her for the fifth time at the stationery store, in the time where Boyle was about to get married. Our friend here just left to go talk to his girlfriend at the time when...”
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“Looks like your friend’s having some troubles with his fiancee.” Jake jumps up, looking behind him to see you smile at him. “And also, you’re making Amy Santiago pay for the paper?”
“She said it would be an honor.” He smiles when you sit beside him, giving him all your attention.
“Okay, tell me, why does Boyle need to talk to his bride?”
“She wants to go live in Canada, but he doesn’t.” You nod, waiting for him to continue his explanation. “He would basically leave everything behind and he has difficulties to speak for himself.”
“Well, that’s a problem.” You push a strand of hair out of your face while thinking. “I hope he finds a way to speak with her, communication in a relationship is key.”
“I guess you’re right. Besides, Canada? Who would want to live in Canada?”
“You’re only saying that because the crime rate is lower than in Disney World.” You give out a small smile. “Living in Canada isn’t as bad as you think, you know?”
“Oh, and how would you know that?”
“You’re talking to a French Canadian, sir. I’ve lived there for twenty-two years.”
His mouth opens wide, the detective not believing what he’s hearing.
“Don’t be so surprised, I’m sure you noticed the accent.”
“Why am I just now noticing that you have an accent?” A thought comes to him and makes him grin. “Does that mean that your name sounds Canadian?”
“I have no idea if my name sounds Canadian, but you won’t know about it since you already used your question.”
He sighs in disappointment, not liking that his mind never thinks of asking the most important question.
“Nice try, Jake. Nice try.” You stand up, giving him a last smile before you walk away. “Until next time, I guess.”
“Yeah, I’ll get you, you’ll see!” He waves at your leaving form, imagining a world where you would be his girlfriend.
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“Seriously, Jake.” Terry shakes his head at the detective. “Even Scully and Hitchcock would have learned her name by that time.”
The idiotic duo smiles proudly from their place, exchanging a happy nod.
“Hey, it’s not my fault if she’s very clever, okay? I’m sure she silently manipulated me into asking non-important questions!”
“Yeah, yeah, believe whatever you want.” Gina smirks at her childhood friend, pointing at him. “You really suck at that challenge.”
Amy frowns, thinking. “I wonder why she didn’t stop waiting. I would have been tired of this whole thing a long time ago.”
“That’s because you’re not as amazing as her!” His smiles disappear after a few seconds. “But.. she did stop waiting. Our fifth encounter was at Halloween night when Gina and Terry were dancing together...”
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“Oh my god, Farrah, stop laughing at me!”
He instantly turns his head back at you, seeing you standing next to the bar, wearing the sexiest Sandy Olsson costume he’s ever seen and pouting at a laughing purple striped cat. He runs over to you in an instant, wrapping his arms around your form to hug you.
“God I’ve missed you.” He feels your arms hug him back.
“Jake? Is that you?” He hugs you closer when you say his name, not caring that you’re not really that close. Your friend, Farrah, sends you a wink before she walks to the other side of the room, the detective getting out of the embrace to watch your face.
“God, it’s been months! Where have you been?” He smiles at your question.
“I was in an undercover mission for a while, I’ve come back at work a few weeks ago- Ow!”
He wasn’t expecting you to hit him in the arm.
“Don’t scare me like that! I was worried sick about you!”
His smile gets bigger. “I’m very glad to know that.”
You hit his arm for the second time and he mimics an intense painful expression, massaging his arm.
“Stop being so proud.”
“I’ll be as proud as I want, thank you very much.” You feel yourself smile at his words, which makes him want to make you smile all the time. Is that even possible? Probably not, but he’s sure as hell gonna try.
“Hey, I just noticed that I’ve never asked you if you were single, so...” He moves his eyebrows in a playful way. “… are you single?”
You lose your smile, your happy expression turning into a shameful one, and he can’t help but feel like you’re going to say something that will shatter him forever.
“I… I was when we started this.”
“Oh.”
You cross your arms on your chest and avert your eyes, not wanting to see how much you just hurt him.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… you completely disappeared and my friends make me meet this guy, then one thing led to another thing and-”
“It’s okay.” He smiles, brushing away the pain crawling inside his veins. “I perfectly understand! You don’t have to apologize. We weren’t even dating!”
You look back at him, clearly seeing the damage you’ve done into his eyes, despite his effort to hide it. You open your mouth to say that you’re sorry, again, but-
“Oh my god, we need to go!” Farrah grabs your arm in panic and tries to pull you away, making you send her a shocked expression.
“What? Already? What happened?”
“It’s Cindy! She’s having troubles at her place, we need to help her!”
“Oh shit.” You turn your head back at Jake. “I’m sorry, I need to go, but-”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” His smile stretches out for a moment and he sees your expression turn to a worried one, but he keeps up the act. “Go help your friend.”
You let your friend pull you away from him, Jake watching you disappear into a cloud of costumes.
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“Ouch.” Gina sends the detective a pouted look. “That must be why you were so down for the whole week.”
“I won’t lie, it was one of the worst emotional moments in my life.” Jake takes in a breath before he continues to resume the events. “Anyway, Boyle help me “move on” by trying to see other people, then I met Sophia, then we got together and it was awesome, then she broke up with me and it wasn’t so awesome...”
“I’m really sorry about that, buddy.” Boyle shakes his head to show his support. “Really wish it would have worked.”
“Yes, but no! All of this doesn’t matter anymore, because our sixth encounter was last week! I just solved the sabotage on my dad’s career and we were all about to leave Quebec to come back here when….”
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“Well, well, well...” Jake turns around at the sound of your voice, seeing you coming up his way with some luggage on your shoulder. “If it isn’t Jake Peralta and Charles Boyle in Quebec! What are you doing here, detectives?”
Jake gives out a small smile, his eyes making him think that you look even more beautiful than all the times he’s seen you before. Boyle simply says hi and before he leaves to give you two some privacy.
“Just finished helping my dad with a case, nothing much.” He tilts his head at you, the memory of your last encounter coming back to his mind. “What about you? What are you doing here?”
“Ugh.” He frowns at your reaction, but simply waits for you to continue. “Just had a hard time going through a breakup, so I’ve come here to spend time with my family and old friends. It helped a lot, I won’t lie.”
He can’t stop his lips to curl into a wide grin, excitement rushing back to him. You playfully quirk an eyebrow at his reaction, knowing exactly what he’s thinking about.
“Damn, didn’t know my breakup would make someone so happy.”
“Wait.” He frowns. “The challenge still on, right? So I still can’t ask you more than one question?”
You feel your smile turn to a smirk. “Sorry, I can’t answer that.”
“Dammi-” He can’t finish his word that his dad arrives, telling you two that it’s time to get in the plane.
“Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye.” You smile sweetly at Jake, his heart melting at the sight. “Maybe I’ll catch you back at New York’s airport?”
“I can’t wait!” You chuckle at that and walk past the two men to get into the plane, also making the detective regret having a first class seat.
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“Sadly, I didn’t get a chance to talk to her after this… but!” He points at the ceiling with excitement, continuing before anyone can stop him. “All of this brings us to this fifteen minutes ago, when I was about to step into this very building!”
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He sees you walking on the other side of the street, your back facing him as you’re about to disappear from his vision. He lets go of his coffee that collapse on the ground and he sprints, almost getting himself hit by multiple cars as he gets on the other sidewalk. He continues to run towards your form, finally stopping once he gets in front of you.
“… Jake?” You smile when he silently tells you to wait, trying to take back control of his breathing. “Being a detective, I thought you’d be used to running around.”
“W-what’s… y-your… na...”
“Hm?” You tilt your head in wonder, not having heard his question. “What did you say?”
He stands back up, smiling proudly before he talks more clearly.
“I said...” He puts his hands on his waist, happiness floating in his chest. “… what’s your name?”
You can’t help but smile warmly at him, all the sweetness in the world coming right back in your eyes. Both of you thought this moment will never happen, but here you guys are: in the middle of a sidewalk, looking right back at each other while Jake Peralta waits for your answer.
Will your name sound as beautiful as he imagined it?
“My name’s (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).” You like how his whole face just seems to glow when he hears it. “Took you long enough to ask me that, Peralta.”
“I love it.” He takes your head between his hands, taking you by surprise. “Don’t leave town.”
“Wait, wha-” You don’t have time to finish that he’s already crossing the road again, going straight to his precinct’s building. “Jake! What...”
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“And now that I know her name, I can finally ask her out on a date! But first, I need you guys to help me find what and where her activities are so I can plan our next meeting.”
“Sooo… basically, you want us to help you stalk her.”
Jake makes a funny face at Amy’s comment, ignoring everyone’s long look.
“Stalk her? Whaaaaaat? This isn’t stalking! It’s… researching. For love purposes.”
“It’s stalker-ism, Detective Peralta.” Jake lowers his head at Captain’s words. “None of us will help you with that.”
“Fine!” He puts his hands in the air, some of his friends already going back to their work. “But none of this will stand in the way of me and finally dating the love of my life!”
“The love of your life? Damn.” He jumps up and looks behind him, only to see you standing there with a smirk. “Such a great title you’re giving me, Jake. But how about you take me out to dinner first?”
Snickers and chuckles can be heard around after you said this, making Jake awkwardly look around. He sees Boyle send him a thumbs up from his place to encourage him... and the detective walks over to you.
“Hum… how much of this have you heard exactly?”
Your smirk grows. “Just enough, but… don’t you have something to ask me?”
He chuckles, liking your little impatience.
“Dear (Y/N), after almost two years...” He slightly bows, his lips stretching out into a huge grin despite his red cheeks. “Will you go out with me for dinner tonight?”
An involuntary smile settles on your face. “I would love that.”
Summary: Jake and the reader sneak off to handle some “urgent” matters...
A/N:
My server has crashed like eight times, each with an edited version of this i’m so sick of this shit :))
Very short, I know, but I’m only testing the waters with this fandom and writing for this character. I really enjoy the show and so far I’m deeply obsessed with Peralta, so this was my go to cathartic experience for all the feels.
Enjoy!
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Y/N can barely contain herself.
In the silent confines of the closet, her breathing is labored, a jagged mess of pants and heaves. Her chest stutters up and down, falling as fast as it rises, and she struggles for breath. There’s none left in the tiny box. There’s nothing but the sound of clothes rustling and sweaty skin sticking together like glue as she goes in for another kiss. His hand slides down her side then to her waist, to the y/s/t skin peeping out from a lilac dress shirt, to her back and down to her ass, because, yeah, this is definitely more fun than filing paper work.
Definitely.
It comes as a whisper. A soft, sweet whimper dredged up from the deep, but it quakes the walls of the building with the weight it holds.
“Jake…”
He groans, teeth clashing, tongue scavenging for hers, heart beating like a bomb ticking. God, it’s ticking. It has been since they stumbled into this closet, as though waiting to detonate and it’s so intense and a little bit disorienting, but heaven be dammed if he’s going to subdue it.
Jake’s hand slithers beneath her shirt and Y/N shivers at the contact. “Y/N…” He manages despite his nebulous mind.
“Jake…” she pants, lips screwed to his and muffling her speech. He flicks his tongue along her bottom lip and she let’s him, his hand clasping her cheek tight like a ripe apple.
“Uh-huh? “
“We shouldn’t be doing this…not here. “ Y/N leans back against the wall and he attacks her neck with his tongue, trailing wet kisses down from her jaw to behind her earlobe. She clamps her eyes shut, stifling a moan. She can’t. She shouldn’t. This is beyond unethical, breaching into pure sin she ought to be repentant for—but, dammit, it feels too good to stop.
Tipping her head back, she stutters a shaky breath as Jake goes to town, working his tongue down to the collar of her shirt and then back to the curve of her jaw. He’s attentive and precise. Within a second his lips are back on hers and Y/N feels the knot in her stomach coil tighter. Peralta .
Only Peralta.
Having been with him for six weeks now, she knows just as well as the sky is blue that only he can spark the fire burning in her belly. Only Jake can make the pulse of her blood run like a river, stir up a tsunami behind her ribs that makes her wonder if she’s sane. She can’t possibly be—the decision to be with him is enough of a an alibi, because who is crazy enough to date their colleague, let alone get steamy with them in the paper room?
“You okay?” His voice cuts through Y/N’s reverie, causing her to flutter her eyes open, meeting the deep brown ones a few inches away almost immediately. Her lips are wet and plump and there’s a heat pulsing in the pit of her stomach she can’t satiate.
Hooded eyes regarding him, she nods frantically. “We should get back. Terry’s probably looking for us.”
“And…?”
“And I don’t want my uncle blowing his top because he caught me making out with my colleague.”
“Well, they don’t call us partners for nothing.” Jake grins. Y/N punches him in the shoulder and his expression immediately consorts, a pout surfacing. “Ouch. Uncalled for.”
“Can we go now?”
“Nope. I’m not done with you yet.” He states. “Nor will I be until our desires are both satisfied. Now....” A mischievous smirk stretches across Jake’s face and, grabbing her hips, he hoists Y/N up against the wall.
Her resistance falters; a smile manages onto her face, and she shakes her head softly. The room is getting smaller and smaller and the temperature is rising, but it’s okay. Jake leans in, his face inches away, warm breath fanning her heated skin.
“…where were we?”
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This is the closest thing to smut I’ve ever posted my face us still burning hot
As always, thank you for reading, likes/reblogs and follows are much appreciated. more B99 to come seeing as it is my current consuming obsession. I love Jake Peralta, he is perfect, I want him to be my second husband
Author’s Note: Hey everyone, this is the result of a lil sapphic epiphany that I had today when I watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine. So I hope you like it! Let me know if I should do more of these headcanon/drabble type fics and maybe some suggestions for who! Reblogs, likes, follows, and comments are greatly appreciated because I love to hear what y'all thought about the fic.
Pairing: Rosa Diaz x reader
Summary: The many love languages of Rosa Diaz.
Word Count: 1400
Warnings: none
Tags: wife material Rosa, sapphic love, absolute fluff, and marriage mentions
Physical touch:
Don’t let all that leather and surprisingly impressive ability to conceal weapons, this woman is a cuddle bear.
No, I will not be taking any arguments.
The soft, fleeting touch of intimacy at the beginning of your relationship quickly got the poor woman hooked.
As she worked up to the comfortability of holding hands, the first time she reached out to link her pinky with yours she swears that her heart skipped a couple of beats.
Every brush of fabric as you squeeze by her in the kitchen or the light touch of your fingers fixing her collar before she rushes out the door leave her constantly yearning for your presence.
At home, she is like an affectionate cat.
Constantly finding new ways to lounge on top of you, demands head scratches/cuddles, and there is a threat of being bitten if she doesn’t get them.
You definitely have scary dog privileges.
But she is also like a puppy that follows you around everywhere and refuses to have too much distance between you unless requested on your part or absolutely necessary.
A few months into your relationship, when she began to grow more comfortable with intimacy, hugs increased drastically.
The soft pressure of your body against hers quickly became her new favorite thing.
Her body took a screenshot the first time that you hugged her with her face in your chest.
If you give her the from-behind hug and neck kiss combo, she will fold like a wet napkin.
She is constantly finding more sensitive (non-sexual) areas on her body that she has never felt before with her other partners.
Is convinced that it’s just something about your touch that makes her shiver every time.
No matter how long you have been together, months or years, she will still get all warm and fuzzy when you kiss.
Physical intimacy is like an espresso shot for her
When a case is tough or she hasn’t gotten any good leads, expect her to just show up wherever you are and get a kiss.
Without a knock, the door to your private office is flung open. The familiar thunk of leather boots making their way over to you identifies the sudden intruder without the need to lookup. A smile spreads across your face as the scent of patchouli and jasmine permeates through your personal space.
Your laptop is scootched to the side and the plastic bag containing your favorite takeout crinkles as she drops into the newly cleared space. A yelp escaped your lips as your chair is whipped around and the looming figure of your girlfriend leans against the armrests. She is so close that you can feel the warmth exuding from her jacketed form. And before you get to inquire about her sudden (yet welcomed) visit, her fingers encircle the nape of your neck as she pulls you into a rough kiss. It’s messy and your teeth clank together as her tongue slowly makes its way into your mouth, but the passion outshines all of that.
Her heart skips a beat as you seemingly melt with the caress of her thumb against your pulse point. Like a bolt of lightning, she pulls away sharply as her “aha” moment sets in. Rosa looks down at your new plumpness to your lips and the heaving of your chest as her fingers massage the nape of your neck. The soft moan that leaves your mouth physically pains her as she then fully pulls away, knowing that she has to go follow up on this new lead.
And with another quick smooch to your forehead and lips, she leans on the side of your desk, pushing the bag closer to you.
“I know that you left the lunch you packed at home idiot. You’re gonna starve to death if you keep forgetting to eat, and if you die because of something so stupid I’m gonna revive you and then kill you again myself,” The harsh and annoyed edge to the unfamiliar ear can come off as threatening, but the true love and concern bleed through her harsh glare as the edge of her downturned lip twitches as she resists a smile.
Without another word she gets up, kissing the side of your hair before making her way to your door. Halfway through the door, your voice rings out stopping her in her tracks, “I love you too Rosa, good luck with the case, I’ll see you at home.”
With a nod and signature smirk, she leaves. With renewed vigor to solve her case as quickly and thoroughly as possible and get back home to you, she makes her way to the elevator.
Acts of service/gift-giving:
Though she has made great progress expressing herself emotionally through words, she feels love and loved the most with acts of service and gift-giving.
She genuinely considered marrying you on the spot when after a mentally and physically draining case, she woke up to her laundry washed and folded, her lunch made and you standing in front of the stove making her favorite breakfast as the coffee brewed.
With her busy life as a detective in Brooklyn, her love grows exponentially when you do little things to lessen her workload.
Little things like having her leather jacket specialty dry cleaned, setting her shoes and backpack by the door, or an impromptu visit to drop off some pastries from her favorite shop nails the love that she constantly feels from you into her heart.
Like the tsundere she is, she will act like she doesn’t want your help, but the way warmth spread to her cheeks whenever you do something for her reveals how thankful she really is.
She will need reassurance that she doesn’t owe you anything every time you help or give her something.
After getting into the flow of your relationship she finds that she loves doing things for you too so there is a constant routine of doing sweet things for each other to make the day better or easier.
She is the kind of partner that memorizes every drink/food order just because she wants to know.
Is definitely the “she said no pickles” kind of partner.
She has a running note in her phone meticulously organized to list your different preferences and will add things that you say you like in passing so that she can refer to them later.
Handcrafted gifts and homemade food mean more to her than anything expensive.
Absolutely wears that horrifyingly ugly sweater that you made for her birthday with pride.
When she retires and becomes a private detective, her office is full of different crafts that you made for her.
She is unexpectedly sentimental.
The flower crown that you made her on one of your first dates is preserved in a glass frame with both of your names on her bookshelf.
Will aggressively gift things to you.
Expect to have random objects flung at you from out of nowhere before she runs away.
She kinda has a magpie mentality.
Since you are always subconsciously on her mind, she will constantly buy little trinkets that she thinks you will like or send you pictures of things that remind her of you.
The sun was reaching the middle of the sky, shining a misleadingly peaceful warmth over the streets of Brooklyn as sirens filled the air. Rosa had a secure hold on the back of the suspect's handcuffs and Jake walked beside them on the way back to the patrol car. Radio chatter of other cops and paramedics nearby creates a static buzz acting as a buffer to focus on her current responsibilities.
But it’s so hard when that crack in the pavement reminds her of the time she almost fell flat on her face during your first date and that tree kinda looks like the one that she proposed to you under. As the familiar white and blue patrol car comes into view, they pass the small family-owned store that sells that cute cup you wanted and she couldn’t help herself.
Nearly throwing the tall and burly suspect at Jake, she backtracks to the cute shop, “Put him in the back, I have to get my wife a mug with a cowboy frog on it.”
She leaves a stunned Jake with an equally confused suspect as her dark aesthetic clashes when she browses the pastel pink store.
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“BEING ABLE TO HIDE LOTS OF THINGS ON YOURSELF, LIKE WEAPONS, THAT ALWAYS COME IN HANDY WITH THE SQUAD (BROOKLYN NINE-NINE)
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You always joked that you simply “had deep pockets”
One time when you and Jake got taken hostage, it took them 20 minutes to find all of the weapons hidden on you, like the bad guys just kept finding them
Them: “Is that everything?”
You: “Yes..”
Jake: “Why do they keep asking you if you’ve said yes several times before and they still found more knives?”
(and did they find them all? you’d never tell)
And when it came to the Halloween Heists...
well
You were never short of completely and absolutely overprepared
They actually had to make a rule in later years that you had to be searched before the game because you kept smuggling tools and weapons into the game
You: “A confetti cannon is not a weapon.”
Rosa: “With you it is.”
Rosa had a ton of respect for you, though, because she’s lowkey the same way
The squad taking bets on who has more stuff hidden on them
I’m picturing like a scene where you each take a turn pulling out a weapon and it just keeps getting more ridiculous as you one-up each other
Rosa: *pulls out an axe*
You: *takes out an even bigger sword*
As much as the squad loved you, they always fought over who had to team up with you on events that involved security checkpoints
Because getting you through security took forever
The metal detector would just keep going off and you’d be like “oh yeah I forgot about the knife in this secret pocket on my pants.”
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