#peraltiago fic

[upsettiespaghettie]

*rereading my fave fanfic*

the fic: *happens the same way it did last time because it’s a fucking book like why tf would it have changed*

me, reading it: 😮

[xswestallenfanfiction]

Hope it Wasn’t a Mistake

Smut! Missing scenes from 3x01, what happens in between four Kamikaze shots and "title of our sex tape"

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Mesmerized by her laugh, it catches Jake by surprise when he feels Amy’s hand on top of his own. She doesn’t stop there. Amy slides her hand up Jake’s forearm and squeezes his bicep. The look in her eyes is so tantalizing it makes the rest of the room blurry.

The air feels thick with thoughts left unspoken, it makes Jake feel vulnerable. He’s just about to make a joke, kill the mood, bring them back to familiar territory, when Amy leans in towards him and whispers,

“Dance with me.”

Jake’s laughing now. “There’s no music.”

“Yes there is.” Amy insists. “Listen”

She sways in her seat to the rhythm of the music playing on the overhead speakers. The volume is low, like it always is in a fancy restaurant, so the diners can talk. But, it’s playing.

“Come on!” Amy pouts. “Dance with me!”

It’s a good thing Jake’s never been afraid of embarrassing himself, because that’s what he’s about to do as he stands up and takes her hands. Most of their meal and each of their last kamikaze shots is left abandoned on the table.

Amy pulls herself closer to Jake. He takes her in, unsure if he’s ever been this close to her before, almost chest to chest. They’re both tipsy, so their movements are a little off beat. Amy still manages to set on his toes twice in the first two steps.

There isn’t a dance floor, so Jake twirls Amy under his arm in between their table and the neighboring one. Other people in the restaurant have started starting, but neither Jake or Amy notice. They’re too busy letting their hands roam.

Jake feels her let out a deep breath as his hands slide down her waist. Her fingers skim the lapel of his jacket before settling on his shoulders.

“I’ve gotten good at this.” Amy says with pride.

“Well, considering how horrible of a dancer you were, it would be more impressive if you’d found a way to get worse.” He teases.

“I could trip you.”

The smirk on her face just begging him to retaliate.

Jake takes advantage of Amy’s tipsiness and gently pushes her backwards, making her think for a second she’s going to fall. But then, his arm catches her. He’s holding her in a dip, looking down into her eyes.

Amy can’t hear the music anymore over the pound of her heart. The shining light she sees around Jake could be the chandelier or it could just be his glow. She thinks she sees him bending down to her and she closes her eyes in anticipation.

“ Excuse me, ”

The shrill voice makes Amy’s eyes snap open, Jake steadies her back to her feet.

Their waitress is tapping Jake on his shoulder, looking perturbed.

“Can you please sit down? You’re disturbing our other guests.”

“Oh sorr-”

Jake’s slurred apology is cut off by Amy.

“We’re just dancing.” She tells the waitress.

“Ma’am, this is a restaurant, not a ballroom.”

“So? Does that make dancing illegal here? What is this Footloose?”

Amy looks to Jake for support. He’s not sure what’s going on, so he just nods and hopes the situation will deescalate itself soon.

The waitress takes a deep breath before saying, “Well, if you can’t sit down at your table, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“Oh, you’re not asking us to do anything. We’re leaving because we want to. Come on, Jake.”

Amy snatched her coat off the back of the chair before downing the last of her Kamikaze shots.

Jake follows suit, slamming his shot glass back onto the table. “Check please.”

They walk out of the restaurant hand in hand, a little unsteady, but with their heads held high. The rush of the cool night air is slightly sobering.

Jake starts laughing uncontrollably.

“What?” Amy asks.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Well, I can’t believe how that woman killed the mood.”

That puts a glimmer in Jake’s eye. He looks at her with mischievous delight. “The mood. ”

Amy doesn’t say anything, she just smiles and looks down at her feet. She’s shifting back and forth on the spot, hips swaying just a little.

“You’re doing your chilly dance.” Jake informs her.

“I call it the warming dance.”

“Is it working?”

Amy sighs, “Not yet.”

“Here”

Jake wraps her tight in his arms and pulls her in close. He positions her hands on either side of his neck, so his bare skin can warm her.

Amy smirks.

“You could’ve just given me your jacket.”

“But then I would be cold.”

She giggles and feels her body move against him.

Their eyes are locked again. The shining light Jake sees around Amy is just her glow, not the streetlights, he’s sure of it.

“I like this better than your jacket anyway.” Amy admits.

“You do?”

“Yeah, it sets the mood. ”

They’re both smiling as they draw closer, eventually closing the gap between their lips. Jake feels Amy’s eyelash tickle his cheek and she feels his hands grip her tighter. Neither of them is cold anymore. What started as sweet grows more passionate as they deepen the kiss. Jake’s hands massage Amy’s waist and the small of her back, while one of her travels down his chest.

Jake’s breathless when he pulls his lips away.

“Uh, we should um, get a cab.”

It’s the last thing he wants to do, but they made rules and it was important to Amy. He knows the feel of her lips on his for one more second would make it too difficult to stop there.

“Okay.” At first, Amy is disappointed. But a moment later, she’s biting her lip and whispering to Jake, “Can we go to your apartment?”

They don’t talk much in the cab. Amy’s head rests on Jake’s shoulder. Their hands intertwined on top of Jake’s thigh.

When they get out in front of Jakes building, Amy feels like she’s walking on air. The rules she’d created that afternoon were completely out of her mind, which was now entirely comprised of Jake.

He had never felt more nervous in his life. With shaking hands he opened his apartment door and gestured for Amy to go in. He helped her out of her coat and moved to hang it up, but he didn’t get the chance.

The coat fell to the floor as Amy grabbed Jake and pushed him up against the wall, kissing him with the determined force of the overachiever she is. Though caught off guard, Jake quickly recovered and matched her fervor. He swelled with pride when he pulled a soft whimper from her.

Amy’s hands brushed over his shoulders to rid him of his jacket. Next, she moved on to the buttons of his shirt. While she was distracted, Jake seized the opportunity to kiss her neck.

Those pesky little buttons slipped through Amy’s hands when she shook under the sensation of Jake licking and sucking his way down to the neckline of her dress. His hands reached around and unzipped her dress. It started to fall and Amy stepped back to slip it off completely.

Jake swallowed. His eyes wide, taking her in. Amy usually felt a little self-conscious undressing in front of someone for the first time. But, standing in front of Jake, in her lacy pink bra and panties, she felt incredibly sexy. She was starting to smile, amused by how long he stood and stared, when she felt his arms around her again.

Jake lifted Amy off her feet, holding her around her back and under her knees. She instinctively put her arms around his neck. He carried her like that, bridal style, into his room and put her down on the bed.

He was starting again. Looking down at her with desire and admiration.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Amy smiled. The affection in his eyes was too powerful. He was sincere. Amy thought to herself how he hadn’t seen anything yet. She sat up and unhooked her bra.

Jake came over her. His lips joining her, his hand cradling her head as he leaned her back onto the mattress. She twisted her hands in his brown curls.

Slowly, Jake made his way down to Amy’s chest. He cupped both her breasts and ran the pad of his thumbs over her nipples. He kissed a trail from her collar bone till he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. She arched her back under him, gasping when she felt his erection press into her thigh.

Pulling him by the hair, Amy made him look up at her.

“Take your clothes off, Peralta.”

Jake started undressing, starting with his half-unbuttoned shirt. Amy couldn’t wait for him to get there, so she went for his belt herself. She pulled it from his pants loops and threw it across the room. Jake slid his hand under her panties and squeezed her ass with one hand before pulling damp lace off with the other. He pushed Amy back down on the bed and positioned his face between her legs.

As Amy spread herself open for him, Jake kissed her inner thigh. He’d never understood the comparison of vulvas to roses until now. He gently moved his finger over Amy’s petals. She was quivering at the touch, breathing too fast to beg his fingers to find where she needed him. Better yet, his tongue did. Amy moaned and bucked her hips. She closed her eyes and was taken captive by the electric sensation.

Pleasuring someone else had never felt so good for Jake. He’d do anything to keep hearing Amy make those moans, gasps, and breathy whines that almost formed a word. He tentatively swirled his finger around her entrance, groaning himself at the feel of how wet she was.

“Ah- please…” Amy cried. “Oh god, Jake…”

Without lessening his attention on her clit, Jake pressed a finger inside her. Amy writhed as he moved it in and out. She’s tight and so slick. Jake added a second finger and curled them in ‘come hither’ motion inside her.

“JAKE!” Amy screamed out.

It was like a tidal wave crashing over her. Jake feels her clit pulse against his lips. He keeps working his fingers in her, a shore to meet her every wave of bliss.

When he felt Amy relax, Jake pulled his fingers out. He admired how she’d left his fingers glistening. He licked his lips, prepared to make a show of cleaning his fingers off, but Amy pulled him up towards her. Face to face in the darkness of the room, nothing but the sound of each other’s breath in their ears, and the feel of each other’s skin on their own. Jake pressed his forehead to Amy’s. She lifted her chin to kiss him. Somehow, this felt more intimate than their previous activity.

The total satisfaction Amy felt moments ago was replaced by an even greater desire when she felt Jake’s erection once again rub against her leg. She reached down to stroke him.

“Fuckkkkk Amy.” He purred.

“Do you keep condoms in your bedside table or your wallet?”

“Uh-” It was hard to remember when she was touching him like that. “Um, both.”

Amy smiled brightly. No bigger turn on than someone who’s prepared.

Slippery fingers and low light caused him to fumble with the wrapper in his hate, but Jake finally got the condom on and turned Amy’s giggle into a moan as he moved his hand up her thigh to her hip. He held her steady and she arched towards him. Slowly, he pushed in.

Amy hummed as she felt stretched by him. It hurt just a little, which made it feel so good.

“Oh Jake, oh my god.”

“Good?” He asked, ready to retreat.

Amy nodded, “Really good.” and circled her hips.

She felt unbelievable around him. So wet and warm, and she gripped him so tight. It was better than he imagined, and he was a little ashamed of how much he’d imagined it. She curled her leg around him, pulling him closer.

Jake moaned “Holy fuck, you’re so hot.”

Amy’s content hums turned to moans she couldn’t hold back as she moved with his ever quickening rhythm.

“Jake…. Jake–oh fuck-ahh…”

“Oh Ames, cum for me.” He breathed into her neck.

She pulled his hair and clenched around him, crying out his name. It sent Jake over the edge, he released into his own free fall, holding her for dear life.

They both laid still, looking up at the ceiling above them. With sex, everything had felt natural and fluid. Now, they each felt stiff and unsure how to return to normal interaction. Jake decided to try.

“So…. we broke a rule.”

[benleyism]

just how fast the night changes

leaving was hard. it was extremely hard. walking into that elevator as a detective for the last time ever made his heart feel funny, and jake wasn’t ashamed to admit that he may have shed a tear or two as the elevator went down.

he didn’t regret his decision one bit. he wanted to do this, for his family, and to make mac’s childhood the complete opposite of the one he had endured. he wanted him to have a life full of joy and love and laughter where he would always know that he would never have to be on his own.

but that didn’t mean that it didn’t sting to know that the squad would never all work together again. they’d been working together for a very long time, and he’d made memories with every one of them that he knew he would remember and look back on fondly for many years to come. they were a family. in eachother’s lives forever whether they liked it or not.

so yes, of course it hurt, but what they had together was too special for anyone to ever forget.

(and well, of course they’d still see eachother all the time. charles would never let them escape his monthly squad barbecues, after all.)

amy noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks and she reached up to tenderly wipe them away with her thumb, smiling her it’ll all be okay, i’m here smile as she squeezed his hand.

he smiled back as the elevator reached the ground floor, and didn’t let go of her hand.

as they all stepped out of the precinct into the parking lot, he breathed it in. the place he’d called home for the past 8 years. the place that held the people who had ended up being his family. he was looking forward to this new chapter in his life, but he’d never forget the 99.

—

‘what are you thinking about?’ says amy as she gets into bed beside jake that night. he’s just staring out of the closed bedroom window with a wistful expression on his face, and his creased eyebrows are making her giggle. he turns to her and smiles, as she gently smooths out his eyebrows with her fingers and leans up to gently kiss him on the forehead.

‘you. and how i’d have none of this if it wasn’t for you.’

her heart skips a beat and her smile grows wider. she’s touched, but she could say the exact same thing about him.

‘i was just gonna say that to you.’

jake laughs softly, taking her hand in his. ‘crazy, isn’t it? to think about how far we’ve come.’

amy nods. ‘eight years ago we were just two friends who constantly teased each other and wouldn’t stop making stupid bets to prove that we were better than one another, and now…’ she laughs again, looking up at him. ‘and now we have a child, can you believe?’

he shakes his head, smiling his smile that amy is sure is just pure sunshine. ‘it is pretty crazy. but nothing has ever felt so right to me. being with you, and raising mac it…it feels like it’s what i was always meant to do.’

amy squeezes his hand, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill. how dare he say such heartfelt things when she’s already emotional. ‘it feels like what i was always meant to do too,’ she whispers, resting her forehead against his, ‘you and mac are my whole world.’

‘our family.’ he whispers back.

‘our family.’ repeats amy as she gently pushes his shoulders down onto the bed so she can tuck herself into his side, burying her face into his neck.

‘i’m really glad you kissed me in the evidence lockup, peralta.’ whispers amy after a couple of minutes have passed.

‘best decision of my life.’

amy giggles, leaning up to kiss his chin before burying her face back in his chest.

‘i love you.’ he murmurs, almost asleep.

‘i love you too.’

[perltiaqo]

fav peraltiago fic?

i have a few actually

i just care about being with you by amyscascadingtabs

my brilliant wife by kufikiria

i’m pulling down stars just to make you glow by johnny-and-dora

and now i see daylight by amyscascadingtabs

when autumn leaves start to fall by mythoughtsmymind

when i’m feeling puzzled, girl, you put me back together by simplylalaa (this is also the first ever peraltiago fic i read)

my prince, my soulmate(?), my friend by explodingsnapple

these are just a few really cus i have a lot of favourites but yea :)

[cameforb99stayingforkdramas]

Jake and Amy having a nice night on the couch

@peraltiago-headcanons thanks a lot for this prompt.

@janujaja thank you for proofreading, you're the best! 💕

I never thought I would write a fic but I did and I reallly enjoyed writing it!

This is my fanfic writing debut and I hope y'all like it.

Also on AO3.

Amy has had a long couple of days. The murder of a family of four in Pearl Street had taken a physical and emotional toll on her. But today, she finally cracked the case and is looking forward to spending quality time with her new boyfriend, Jake and most importantly, to passing out on the bed. It’s been a week since they had a date night and Amy has been feeling guilty for blowing him off due to work. But Jake has been ever so understanding and kind and kept reminding her that work should be her priority.

Jake had a day off today and when he received Amy’s text saying that she had finally solved the case and was on the way to his apartment to spend the night, he decided that he wanted to make it extra special. Since his cooking skills were still subpar, he ordered chicken pot pie from Amy’s favourite restaurant and a cake with ‘Congrats, babe’ written on it. The cake was inclusive of the Jake Peralta boyfriend experience.

Jake’s heart jumped with joy when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and there was that infectious smile he had been missing for a week.

“Heyy,” whispered Amy and before she could say another word, Jake held her in a warm embrace and kissed her tenderly.

“I really missed you,” he said, breaking the kiss.

“I missed you too.”

They stood at the doorstep for a while grinning at each other before Amy finally demanded to let her in. Jake quickly opened his mouth to say title of your sex tape but decided against it when Amy gave him the look.

“So, what’s special tonight?” she asked, looking at the candlelight set on the dining table.

“Oh, nothing much, just cooked you chicken pot pie!”

When Amy stared at him in disbelief, he threw his hands up in defeat and said, “Fine, Detective Santiago, I bought it from your favourite restaurant, Le Bernardin.”

“Aww,” she said, cupping his face and he gave her the heart eyes that always make her weak at the knees.

After dinner, they sat down to watch Die Hard for the umpteenth time. By now, Amy didn’t mind watching Die Hard anymore, if it meant she could snuggle up on the couch with Jake.

Halfway through the film, Jake startled a half-asleep and snuggled up Amy when he suddenly got up from the couch.

“I’m so sorry for waking you up, Ames, but I just remembered something.”

“What is it?” Amy asked annoyedly because she couldn’t bear to miss his warm body even for a minute.

Jake emerged from the kitchen after a few seconds with the cake in his hand and placed it on the teapoy in front of the couch.

“I almost forgot to give you the cake I bought to celebrate your victory in cracking the case. Emphasis on almost.” Little does he know now that years later, he would almost forget to tell Amy the sex of their child too.

Amy’s eyes filled up with tears at this sweet gesture from her boyfriend, something that she always secretly wished somebody would do for her.

“I love you so much, Jake,” that’s all she could say and that’s all that matters.

Looking at her, all teary-eyed made Jake want to cry too. “I love you so much too, Ames.” Jake replied as they went in for a passionate kiss.

Their kiss was broken by the loud and annoying sound of John McClane jumping from the roof of Nakatomi Plaza.

“Let’s continue this in bed,” she said, pulling his hand and walking him towards their bedroom.

“Coming, Holly Gennaro!” he followed excitedly.

[letsperaltiago]

we’ll sweep out the ashes in the morning I CHAPTER 8|

Even in the middle of New York's freezing month of February, a scandalous familiar fire is ignited within Jake and Amy when they run into each other after years apart. Luckily there's nothing wrong with being caught up in a fire that has to die out soon, right?

Read the new chapter here or on AO3

CHAPTER MASTERLIST HERE

In great contrast to the colorful spring’s transition into a warm and lively Brooklyn summer, Jake experienced his days slipping by in an awfully blue and dispirited slow motion. And, much to his regret, the young man knew exactly why this veil of dreariness was waving over him. He knew exactly why: from one second to the other, Amy Santiago had slammed the door on him. Literally and metaphorically. The fault? Completely and utterly his own. Never before had he suffered like this, best described as feeling as if his emotions had been amputated, and he was the sole sinner. 

Even two months, almost three, after the fateful morning where he’d last seen her, he hadn’t been able to get a hold of her. Respecting her boundaries but also wanting to be with her more than anything else, was the hardest balancing act he’d ever experienced. What was the point of kicking down doors if it were to make things worse? He hadn’t dared to go back to her place. If his affair with Amy had taught him anything,  it was that one should never play with fire - no matter how thrilling it might seem. Also, it’d be a tad too ironic if he, a NYPD cop, were to get arrested for stalking or trespassing. Stupidly enough, if he could travel back in time, he’d do it all over again: he would run into her on the street, joked with her, though she looked just as beautiful as she did years back when they were working together at the 99. More importantly, he would do better: no cheating, no lying, no… overlapping of women. They were both of far more worth than that. 

Alas, turning back time was a power beyond anyone but superheroes control, and he couldn’t change his faulty ways. In like manner, he couldn’t force Amy to talk to him. 

Although this was true, Jake Peralta was, well, Jake Peralta and so he hadn’t exactly given up on Amy. Whether this unbeatable persistence was driven by his hyperactive nature or his burning infatuation with Amy Santiago was hard to tell. However, above all, one thing was sure: he couldn’t leave things with his old partner behind like this. On this wise, in an attempt to be equally respectful and desperate, Jake honored his friend’s (for multiple reasons, it felt off to call her that) love for punctuality: every Wednesday and Sunday at 4 PM sharp, he sent her a text. The same one - every single time: 

 I’m so sorry. Please call me when you’re ready. 

-Peralta 

 And Amy sure was taking her sweet time replying. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that she hadn’t replied at all. Jake, on his sinful part, could never assign her culpability of anything at all. Even if she never called him ever again (which he of course didn’t hope would be the case), he could never blame her. However, these almost three months were torture, and one night, over lukewarm beers with Charles and Terry, the young detective had to come to terms with some hard truths presented to him by his very best friends. 

“Jake, I’m not going to lie to you because lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons.”

Jake, perhaps already slightly tipsy on the muggy summer weather and mediocre beer, frowned at his muscular friend’s statement. 

“What is with you and sporty metaphors? Can’t you just tell me I suck like a normal person?” 

Daggers for eyes and slight puffing of his chest quickly shut Jake right back up. Terry, always the very emotional and momma hen-kind of friend, suddenly looked very sincere. Perhaps a protective side of him was stepping up. Not for Jake. Oh no no no, on the contrary: he was stepping up against Jake for Amy. 

“Sorry, Sarge.” 

“Hm, that’s better,” the big man nodded, taking a sip of his beer as if to warm up his throat for whatever he was about to tell Jake. On the sideline, imbibing this month’s special brew, Charles, patient as ever, waited to hear Terry’s take on the entire situation. When he found out about Jake and Amy, he’d been mostly over the moon. But even a Boyle can get mad at his best friend, disappointed in his friend’s lack of respect for monogamy and for the women he’d dragged into this mess.  

“Jake…” a pregnant pause left the two detectives across from him waiting in both fear and anticipation. “... you’re a dick.” 

Whatever it was Jake had expected, it definitely wasn’t this, hence his choking on the beer he’d just barely managed to swallow before Terry dropped the d-bomb. 

“Yeah, you heard me. Using no-no words and all. You’re my friend and I love and care for you, but what you did to both Sophia and Amy qualifies you as a huge dick. Now stop choking so I can talk some sense into you.”

Terry carefully patted the smaller man on his back, genuinely worried he would choke to death before getting the stern talking to he’d been mentally practicing for in the shower for weeks now. Momma-hen Terry loved Amy like all of his other little detective-chicks, even if she wasn’t with the 99 anymore. Even with a gun to his head, Boyle couldn’t keep a secret, so when the wedding was suddenly called off, the little man let it slip that Jake and Amy had run into each other a few weeks ago. Terry wasn’t a sergeant without reason and quickly put two and two together: something had gone down, and he hoped to God the nice, brilliant but also very easily anxious Amy Santiago he knew wasn’t involved. Alas, she was, and he wasn’t just going to stand by and watch - no matter how much he cared for Jake.  

“I’m not going to sit here and tell you everything is going to be alright and that’s how you’ll get the girl because this is not a Taylor Swift song, Jake. This is the real world and you did something bad. Really bad. Sending her the same text over and over again is not going to solve it.”

Having come down from his beer-infused choking, Jake’s shoulders slumped in disappointed realization being, in the very end, he knows that Terry is more than right. In his mind, the repetitive texts were supposed to show Amy his commitment to her but perhaps he’s been acting like a kid, stuck on a repeat of trivial nothingness that won’t actually get him anywhere in a real world with real people with real feelings. 

“Then…” He could sense the disappointing reality presented to him by Terry flooding his already quivering heart. “Then what?”

Small gleams of light and compassion in Terry’s deep, brown eyes reflected the love he felt for his dumb, compulsive surrogate-son, and, suddenly, his shoulders too slumped in a motion of hopelessness. “I can’t tell you what Santiago wants or needs, but enough with the spamming, man. It’s not cute and three months of radio silence should’ve told you that it wasn’t the way to go about things.” 

Silence dawned upon the little group. 

“I don’t know, man… Maybe offer her an ultimatum of sorts.”

Jake frowned. “An ultimatum? Like, either we talk and solve things or…” the opposing option dawned upon him, punching him in the gut and sucking the air out of his lungs. Just thinking it, not even saying it out loud, was enough to shut him up. 

“... Or no more contact. You let her walk away -  for good.” Terry said the words, finishing the sentence, Jake himself couldn’t speak, and as they fell from his friend’s lips, Jake felt a wave of nausea and dizziness come over him, ultimately throwing his heart off beat. A mutual sadness, a fear of this dreadful possibility, was shared between the sergeant and the detective. “And more importantly: you let her.” 

“Let her walk away?”

“Yes, Jake. This is not a child’s game. You hurt her and she, as much as Sophia, has the right to be disappointed and cut you out of her life. You understand that, right?” 

All signs of anger and reprimanding had left Terry’s body language, instead replaced with a compassionate look, hands folded in a calm rest on top of the wooden table. He could be mad at Jake and still show understanding of the hard consequences of his idiotic deeds.

“I-”

Jake’s chest felt on fire, and, in an attempt to put out the spewing flames, he let out a deep exhale. In vain, it turns out. The flames kept eating up his heart, leaving him feeling suffocated by his own feelings. Imagining Amy Santiago never speaking to him ever again felt like a near-death experience stuck on repeat. 

“I understand.” 

He did and he hated it.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” Charles chimed in, looking just as sad, if not even more, than Jake. 

“N-no, don’t be sorry for me. I brought this upon myself.” Jake offered his best friend a sad smile before taking another sip of his now actually warm beer. The sadness encapsulated in his body told him he deserved it. He was the human equivalent of a warm beer on a disgustingly hot summer day in hell.

Charles returned the sad smile. “So, what are you going to do?” 

In an ideal world, Jake was the perfect guy and had the perfect answer, but alas this was a messy, confusing world and all he could offer his friends was a sheepish smile and, “Ehm… I don’t know at this point. Toss myself out the nearest window, perhaps.”  

Terry was quick to counter his friend’s deflective form of coping, stopping him with a cocked eyebrow and once again dry, warning voice. “Jake…” 

“I know… Sorry. I think- uhm, I think I’m going to text her but, like, better, as you said, Terry,” he met his friend’s inspecting gaze. “I’ll give her control over the situation. An option to either opt-in or opt-out, yanno?”

“Sounds good, man.” The three friends nodded in agreement even though they were very aware of the overall lack of goodness in this entire situation. 

“Yeah, it’s … great.”

Thereupon, the young man quaffed and tortured himself with the last few gulps of the warm beer. He did very much deserve it, after all. 

 That very same night, Jake found himself on the Boyle-Mirren-Carter family’s couch which he’d been sleeping on ever since the non-existing wedding and Sophia (rightfully so) told him to “pack his things and get the hell out of the apartment”. Mocking him, the clock on his phone displayed 1:54 AM. Charles, Genevieve and Niko had been asleep for hours, leaving the apartment silent enough to hear a pin drop and Jake’s phpne the only source of light in the dark living room. Lying under his duvet, resting against a pillow and one of the armrests, he stared numbly at Amy’s contact in his phone. It had one of his all-time favorite pictures of her and while he hadn’t been counting, he was pretty sure he’d been staring at it for 20 minutes by then. Why? 50% fear of tapping ‘send message’ and 50% admiration of the picture: her sitting in Shaws bar, sending him that famous ‘dude, you’re being annoying but whatever you’re my friend’-look and smile only he could bring out. Man, he’d really screwed up, huh? He finally had the woman in the picture right where he’d pined for her to be, and then he totally blew it by not only hurting her but also hurting Sophia. Two really incredible women who deserve a hell of a lot better. 

But maybe, just maybe, he could get another chance with Amy. He had to write her again, something more, and pray to some higher force that she’d at least offer her a minute of her time. So he did it. Holding his breath, he clicked the ‘send message’ and was presented with their past messages. More precisely, it was just his old messages. 15 blue messages saying  

 I’m so sorry. Please call me when you’re ready. 

-Peralta 

 “Pathetic…” He mumbled to himself as he felt his thumb shaking when redirected to the keyboard. At first, he didn’t type anything at all - simply stared at the letters, hoping they’d somehow get together by themselves to form the right words to send to her. Then suddenly, he typed like a maniac - only to end up deleting it all with a groan of frustration, throwing the device across the couch. There were people who were going to space, working on cures for cancer, going to war, and even people working multiple jobs - yet he couldn’t form a simple text. This cycle of writer’s block, writing, deleting, throwing, and then picking up repeated itself for quite some time. 

The smallest, burning orange glimpse of the sun peeped through the clouds by the time he read through his final product, took a deep breath, even said a little prayer, and hit ‘send’. His eyes were burning from the lack of sleep combined with the light of the screen, yet he couldn’t just go sleep. On the contrary, all he could do was lie on his back and stare at the ceiling as he thought through the message he knew by heart at this point.

 Amy, I can’t seem to find the right words,

so I hoping that these will do. Once again, 

I’m sorry for what I did to you and I know 

you deserve better. This is also why I don’t

wish to keep reaching out like I have if it

causes you more pain than good. 

Meet me on the roof of 397 Barton Street on 

Sunday at 4 PM if you’re willing to give me a 

few minutes of your time and hear me out.

If you don’t show up, then I will completely 

understand and I will stop bothering you.

Like, for good. I know that I hurt you.

I miss you. 

- The hugest dick in the world (not in the cool sense), Peralta

 This was either a new beginning or a tragic ending. 

[thesantiagoperaltas]

“Mommy I want to wear this” Mac pulls down a top from his wardrobe as Amy lays out some underwear and socks. “Mac, sweetie it’s way too hot to wear a jumper, Theo’s Mommy is taking you to the park, you need to wear something cooler” Amy stands up getting a similar t-shirt for Mac. He takes the shirt and places it onto the floor. “I can do it” Mac huffs a little and gets ready.

Amy tidies up his room a little bit before Mac runs downstairs to have some breakfast. “Mommy can I have coco pops”. Amy nods and pours some into a bowl.

After eating his breakfast Mac drags Amy into the living room. It had become a recent thing that Amy read to him in the mornings before she went to work, today was slightly different as Amy had the day off.

Amy sits down whilst Mac gets his book, he climbs up onto the arm of the sofa “Weee” Mac squeals, jumping off. Amy panic catches him. “Mac don’t jump on Mommy please”. Jake enters the room at the same time.

“Why?” Mac questions giving Amy the puppy eye look. Amy looks up at Jake for help. “Umm we have to be careful don’t we, it hurts Mommy and me sometimes” Mac nods and Amy mouths ‘thank you’ to Jake.

“We need to tell him” Amy says whilst packing Mac’s bag, ready for Theo’s. “Look I know it’s too soon but he’s going through the rough and tumble stage at the moment”

“Yeah we should” Jake agrees.

••••

They drove to Theo’s house, they did try to see if Mac’s daycare would take him in but Friday was their quiet day and not many staff would be in to cover the ratios and not only that they would only be gone for an hour at least.

They also avoided family members and close friends to limit any suspicion of why both Amy and Jake needed to be somewhere. The pregnancy was unexpected and both Jake and Amy had doubts on telling people this early.

Jake pulls up outside Theo’s house as Amy takes Mac up. She chats to Theo’s Mom for a bit before returning to the car.

•••

They arrive in the waiting room, it’s changed since they went for their scans when they were expecting Mac. There were some new chairs and the wallpaper looked newer.

They were seen pretty much straight away this time. Amy gets onto the bed, the nurse puts the gel on and they start the scan.

It takes a short while to find the heartbeat, panicking Jake and Amy a little. “The baby is growing small, but it’s nothing to worry about and by the looks of it, the baby looks like they’ll grow small throughout the pregnancy” Their OB says printing of the scans.

“Thank you” Jake takes the scans from her whilst Amy cleans herself up. The pair leave the office.

“I reckon it’s a girl” Jake says halfway on the drive back home. “How do you know?” Amy responds

“I just know, plus the scans look different”

Amy scoffs “It’s only 6 weeks it just looks like a dot at the moment”

“Parents know best Ames” He smiles

•••

Mac wasn’t due back for another few hours, Jake and Amy had the house to themselves, it felt empty without Mac running around and there had only been a few occasions when it would just be the two of them.

“How will we tell him” Amy says sitting down on the sofa, Jake sits next to her. “What do you mean?”

“He’s three, he probably won’t understand” Amy rests her head on Jake’s shoulder, as he places his hand on her stomach.

“He will” Jake smiles.

••••

Mac is dropped off by Theo’s Mum, they play with him for a while and let him have his dinner, afterwards Amy gets out the scans, waiting for Jake to finish cleaning up.

Mac is watching his cartoons when Amy sits down. “Mommy and Daddy have something to tell you”. Mac looks up as Jake lowers the volume on the tv.

“What” Mac says, Amy shows him the photo. Mac looks confused. “That little dot that’s your brand new baby brother or sister”

Mac is still confused. “Look, Maisie from your class, her Mommy had a baby didn’t she” Jake attempts to explain. Mac looks at Amy then points to her stomach. “Baby” he gives her a little smile and it melts her heart.

“Yes, a baby” She strokes the top of his head.

•••

It took Mac a few days to actually understand what he was told. Jake also had to explain that the baby still needs to grow so it won’t be there for a long time.

Amy told Holt the next day as she trusted him and wanted to let him know incase anything happened. They told both sets of parents too.

It turns out Mac told all of his teachers straight away, Amy and Jake were both thankful that the teachers waited for confirmation from them. They then told everyone else that they were expecting via Facebook and as cliche as it sounded, it was the easiest way now the squad went their separate ways.

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[kamekamelea]

FINAL CHAPTER - Adorably oblivious

I felt like the ending of the show meant I have to also finish my old b99 fic as well :D so here it is!

Big thanks to @b99peraltiago for beta-reading! <3 you're the best :)

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Chapter 5 - Can't hurry love

His lips were soft and he tasted a bit of teriyaki, but Amy didn’t mind at all. She liked the taste of teriyaki and she liked Jake. And now she discovered she liked kissing Jake. At this moment it seemed to be the best activity in the whole world and if she wasn't occupied with said activity she'd be wondering why she hadn't tried it sooner. The newly found intimacy turned out to be very enjoyable, especially the soft movement of his palms up and down her back, as if he couldn't decide where they would fit best and the way his tongue gently slid on her upper lip.

God, he was a good kisser.

To show her appreciation for his actions, she ran her nails down his scalp and fisted his curls. He seemed to like it indeed, as a quiet sigh escaped his mouth, tingling Amy's sensitive lips. His hand abandoned her ribs and he cupped her face.

A shot of pain went through Amy's nerves.

"Ouch!" She pulled back with a frown. She forgot completely about the bruise on her cheek. And so did Jake apparently given the look of horror on his face. The gears in her head turned slowly as she took in the whole scene in front of her—her straddling Jake's calf, his palms resting on her thighs and eyes wide in shock, because she just kind of threw herself at him. To kiss him. To kiss Jake.

She, Amy Santiago, kissed Jake Peralta.

Detective Santiago kissed detective Peralta.

The world officially went crazy.

"I'm so sorry, Ames..."

"Sorry, this was..."

They started their apologies in the exact same moment and Amy's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Wait, why are you apologizing? I'm the one who's apologizing," she said.

He lifted himself up on his elbows and suddenly his face was very close again, which made it hard for Amy to focus.

"Well it was me who caused you pain. I... wasn't thinking and… I forgot about your bruise.”

A blush crept up his neck and a sudden thought struck Amy of how attractive the veins on his strained neck looked.

"What are you apologizing for?" Jake asked.

Amy laughed. First it was a shy chuckle, but it soon turned into a full giggle. Jake looked like he wanted to ask a mass of questions.

"What's so funny, Santiago?" His voice was strained and the way he spoke made Amy realize he was nervous.

"Don't you find it funny?” she smiled. “We just kissed - you and me, Jake and Amy, after an absurdly long period of time of jumping around each other and the first thing we do after is compete over the right to apologize?"

Jake chuckled but dropped his gaze anyway. "Well, I don't think you get to say sorry first, since you still haven't told me what you're sorry for. Are you sorry it happened?"

To her credit Amy tried to fight the smirk that crept its way on her face but it turned out it was impossible when looking at a tentative Jake Peralta.

“No, of course not! I guess... I was sorry for throwing myself at you so aggressively.” She smiled shyly.

Jake smirked. “I didn’t mind it the slightest.”

It made Amy laugh once again and she thought this was the most natural first kiss she’d ever had.

Millisecond after breaking the kiss, a mass of anxiety driven thoughts ran through her head - how things would get awkward between them, how they would jump away hurriedly and avoid each other's gaze. That she would collect her things in haste and leave his apartment to run away from the consequences of her actions. That eventually things would get so weird they'd grow apart and stop being friends. That it would get in the way of their work and they'd be forced to stop working cases together. That all of Amy's worst case scenarios would come true.

But all the gloomy thoughts dissipated as they laughed together, blushing.

Here they were, Jake beaming radiantly at Amy, who laughed wholeheartedly, sitting on top of him. As if the kiss was one of many before, as if it wasn't a milestone in their relationship or their life even. It felt normal. It felt right.

Amy didn’t know how long they kept staring at each other with goofy grins on their faces.

“So… what now?” Jake asked.

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