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ateotd-izzy · 7 months

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how you get the girl | jake peralta x fem!reader

summary: 6 months after your breakup, on a rainy night, jake turns up on your doorstep.

warnings: some swearing, kissing, nothing that big of a deal

taglist: @brvceyamada

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stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain

you were sat on your couch. all the lights were off and you had a movie playing on the tv while you were curled on the couch and listening to the rain.

it was basically a perfect night.

then there was a knock at your door.

it was late. you checked your phone to see the time, 11:38 pm, and got up with a groan.

why was someone at your door this late at night?

she’ll open up the door and say, ‘are you insane?’

you unlocked the front door and once you pulled it open you found your ex-boyfriend, jake peralta, standing on your porch.

he was soaking wet, his hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes drenched, from the rain.

“jake, what are you doing here?” you asked, taking in his appearance. “it’s the middle of the night and it’s pouring! are you insane?”

say it’s been a long six months

“maybe.” he replied before going quiet again and staring at you. “it’s been… a long six months.”

“really, jake?” you sighed.

you had seen him almost every single day since he broke up with you due to the fact that you worked together.

“are you drunk or something?”

“no! no— i…” he sighed. “i just…”

and you were too afraid to tell her what you want

“i was… afraid.” jake paused. “of telling you the truth.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean the truth about how i felt about our relationship. i was too scared to tell you what i really wanted.”

“i’m so confused right now.” your eyes flitted around his face.

and that’s how it works

“just… come inside, peralta. it’s raining.” you grabbed him by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him into your house.

“it’s been a while since i’ve been here.” jake said, looking around at the house that hasn’t really changed in the six months since he had dumped you.

that’s how you get the girl

“okay, jake, just… can you please explain what you’re doing here?” you asked. “this is totally random, and i’d like to know what you’re doing and why.”

jake’s mouth went dry and he stopped looking up at the ceiling. his eyes stopped on you.

and then, you say

“okay.” jake took a deep breath. “here it goes.”

“here what goes?” you asked.

i want you for worse or for better

“i want you.” jake paused. “for worse or for better.”

you raised your eyebrows in surprise for a moment before staring at him with a blank look.

i would wait forever and ever

“and, look, i would wait forever and ever.” jake said.

“you’re joking, right?” you asked, one hand still on the handle to your front door. “you can’t possibly be serious.”

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“y/n, i know i broke your heart.” jake sighed and looked up from his shoes and took one step closer to you. “but i’ll put it back together.”

you narrowed your eyes at him for two reasons. one, in disbelief, and two, because something about the whole situation was familiar.

i would wait forever and ever

“again, i would wait forever. and ever.” jake mumbled and the two of you stood in your entryway, a few feet away from each other.

“jake, you have got to be kidding me.” you sighed and walked past him and back into the living room, where your movie was now paused on the tv.

and that’s how it works

“what do you mean?” he asked, following you into the room.

“i mean you turning up at my house in the middle of the night talking like a crazy person.”

“a person… crazy in love.” jake said with a wide smile, which he dropped after he saw your disappointed stare. “no? okay.”

that’s how you get the girl

“jake, what is up with you?” you questioned him. “why are you here and why are you saying all this stuff?”

he walked past you and sat down on your couch, still wet.

“off the couch.” you ordered and he got up quickly.

“sorry.” he slowly made his way around the room before stopping in front of a shelf.

remind her how it used to be

he picked up a framed photo off of it and turned to look at you. “you’ve still got these up?”

you shrugged, crossing your arms and holding your robe tight. “yeah.”

“do you remember the day we took this?” he asked.

the picture he held was a selfie he had taken when the two of you were on a date after finishing a big case.

he has caught the exact moment you kissed his cheek.

with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

“mhm.” you didn’t want to say much. you didn’t like him being in your house, despite being the one who let him in. “right after we solved the mason murder case you took me out on that date.”

jake chuckled to himself and put the frame down. “yeah.”

the two of you had gone out for dinner, but then abandoned all plans for being in the outside world and decided to watch movies in jake’s apartment.

that same night, he told you that he loved you for the very first time.

tell her how you must’ve lost your mind

jake turned to look at you again.

he didn’t care if you were staring at him with a look that was a mix of both disapproval and disappointment, or that you clearly did not want him to be there.

jake’s eyes travelled from your eyes down your body and back to your face. he thought you looked beautiful.

“y/n, i swear, i must’ve lost my mind.” he forced out a very awkward chuckle, which he masked with a cough. “i did something so stupid, even for me.”

when you left her all alone, and never told her why

“which was?”

“dumping you. and not even telling you why.”

he did that.

six months earlier jake had come up to you at work and asked to talk to you privately.

and that’s how it works

“hey, babe, can i talk to you in private for one second?” jake had appeared at your side mid-conversation with rosa.

“oh, yeah, one sec.” you smiled and he nodded. jake started walking away and you told rosa you’d be right back before following jake.

the two of you soon ended up in the evidence room.

“what’s up?” you asked once the two of you were in the room with the door closed.

jake went silent in front of you. he seemed to freeze up.

“jake? you okay?”

“hmm? oh, yeah, totally, all good.” jake chuckled and cleared his throat. “but, um, anyway. so what i wanted to talk to you about was… i want…”

jake trailed off and stared you in the eyes. you waited for him to go on, giving him a weird look and he shook his head.

“i wanna break up!” jake basically spewed the words out as he yelled them loudly at you. “yup. that’s it. i want to break up… with you…”

jake nodded and turned on his heel, speeding out of the room.

that’s how you lost the girl

“i messed up. big time.”

“really?” you pretended to be surprised. “wow, i had no idea!”

jake stared back blankly. “okay. i get it.”

“do you, jake?” you asked. “because you turning up here and thinking i’d be okay with that tells me that maybe you don’t really get it.”

and now, you say

“no, i do.” he sighed. “i came here because i’ve been thinking. like, really thinking.”

you stared at him expectantly.

“i wanted to apologize.”

“after six months?” you almost laughed. “that’s half a year, jake.”

i want you for worse or for better

“i know.” jake buried his face in his hands. “but i swear, i’ve been thinking about this for… yeah, for literally the entire six months.”

“and what is this thing you’ve been thinking about?”

“i knew i had messed up immediately, and i freaked out and that’s why i ran away.”

you raised your eyebrows. “you messed up so you ran away instead of… talking about it like adults?”

i would wait forever and ever

“well, i did talk about it with charles.” jake said.

“i meant talk about it with me.” you stated. “as in the girl you broke up with without any explanation or another word that wasn’t work related for six months until you show up on her doorstep unannounced in the middle of the night when there’s a storm outside.”

as if on cue, thunder cracked outside.

“okay, keep it down, storm. we’re trying to have a conversation in here.” jake seemed to shout at your ceiling before looking at you with an amused smile.

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“okay, look,” he sighed. “i’ll be real with you right now. i want you back. i want us to be together again and i would literally wait forever and ever.”

“so you’ve said.” you nodded slightly, taking acknowledgment of the fact that jake’s hair had dried and had started to curl on top of his head.

not that you were looking at his hair. you were only listening to what he had to say.

you were totally over him.

“jake, i’ve finally… moved on. i’m over it.” you lied. “why did you decide to come here tonight?”

i would wait forever and ever

“because i still love you.” he stated. “and i never stopped loving you because i never wanted to break up in the first place.”

“then why did you break up with me?” you questioned him. “at work of all places, too. for all of our friends to find out immediately? for them to practically baby me for the next month until i finally snapped at them to stop? because that’s what happened.”

“because…”

and that’s how it works

he sighed. “god, why does this have to be so hard?”

“‘god, why does this have to be so hard?’ title of your sex tape.” you said, practically on instinct, before awkwardly coughing at the sight of his smile.

jake didn’t say anything for a moment after that. he just stared at you with that beautifully stupid smile on his stupidly beautiful face.

that’s how you get the girl

“you were saying?”

“right.” jake nodded and cleared his throat. “um… i didn’t want to break up with you. i just freaked out because i couldn’t say what i wanted to say and then started overthinking everything in my head.”

“what were you going to say?” you asked. “you know, before you broke up with me.”

“i was, um… i was gonna suggest that, uh, i…” jake sighed. “i was gonna ask what your thoughts would be on me moving in with you here.”

he gestured around himself to the house the two of you stood in.

and that’s how it works

“i really do love you, y/n. i just… it was just such a big… thing.” jake cursed at himself under his breath. “it was a huge thing and, like, i worried that maybe i was going too fast or that you’d say no and crush my heart so…”

“so you just crushed my heart first to prevent any possible damage to yourself.”

“yup. i’m such an idiot.”

“yeah, you are.”

that’s how you get the girl

“look, i’m sorry for turning up here.” jake apologized and started walking towards the front door again. “i’ll just go and we can pretend none of this happened and go back to not talking to each other.”

“what if i don’t want that.” you spoke and jake turned to look at you.

“what?”

“i mean… it’s raining outside.” nice save. “you don’t want to get sick or anything.”

and you know

“oh, right.” he moved away from the door a little. “smort. i mean, smart thinking, y/n.”

you nodded.

he then looked over at the tv. “die hard?”

you shrugged. “yeah. i was bored and lonely, so…”

“i get it.” he nodded.

“you can, um, watch it with me if you want.” you offered awkwardly. “i mean, it is your favourite movie of all time.”

jake smiled at you. “yeah, okay.”

“then maybe we can talk more about…” you gestured around at him. “this whole thing.”

that i don’t want you to go

the two of you sat down on the couch, but you didn’t put the movie back on. instead the two of you sat quietly.

“what made you decide to come here tonight? i mean, after six whole months?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“i don’t know. i was just in my apartment and listening to music… then i decided i couldn’t deal with us not being together anymore.”

remind me how it used to be

“for months… i don’t know why i didn’t do anything. i guess, i was scared?” he looked at you before laughing. “what am i saying? this is so dumb. whatever.”

“jake…”

“no, i sound ridiculously stupid. i broke up with you.” he rubbed his face. “i shouldn’t be acting like i was the one who was hurt.”

“at least you’re self-aware.” you mumbled before leaning back in your seat.

“y/n…” he reached out and took one of your hands in his. “i’m so sorry. for everything. for dumping you with no explanation, then acting as if nothing happened at all.”

with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

“why didn’t you just… explain to me you didn’t really want to break up right after it happened? or at least in the same day?” you asked.

“because… i kind of just assumed this was what you wanted.” jake gestured between the two of you. “you’re way too good for me. i mean, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re an amazing detective, plus you’re super hot. i just guessed you didn’t really… i mean, look at me.”

“jacob peralta, you are such an idiot sometimes.” you deadpanned and he winced. “but, you do know that you’re also really smart, right? you’re one of the best detectives i know. you’re funny and you’re also super hot.”

“okay, i know you’re trying to make me feel better and this is the worst time to say this, but you feeding my ego and talking in that sexy voice is really turning me on.”

“oh, shut up.”

and say you want me

the silence between you returned for a moment before jake spoke again.

“y/n, i want you back.”

a part of you didn’t want to take him back. he had made you feel terrible for months and quite literally had broken your heart.

but on the other hand…

“jake…” you started and he met your eyes, looking almost desperate.

and then you say

then it clicked in your head. why the things he had been saying seemed to familiar to you.

“oh, my god. jacob peralta you did not.” you hit his arm and he gave you a confused look.

“what?”

i want you for worse or for better

“i want you for worse or for better.” you spoke in a song-like tune and a small smile tugged on jake’s lips.

i would wait forever and ever

“i would wait forever and ever.” you chuckled and shook your head.

the way he smiled at you at that moment made your stomach flip.

broke your heart, i’ll put it back together

“broke your heart, i’ll put it back together.” you glared playfully. “i would wait forever and ever.”

i want you forever and ever

“i want you forever and ever.” jake replaced the line you sang with one later in the song, his face inching closer to yours.

“and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.” you shook your head again in disbelief. “you really followed the steps from the song?”

jake shrugged, your lips almost touching. “did it work?”

“maybe.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

you leaned forward and connected your lips with his.

jake’s hands held onto your hips while your hands ran up his chest and to his shoulders.

when you pulled apart, you smiled curiously and asked him, “when did you plan this, jake?”

“obviously it took months and months of planning to get it perfect.” he said and you gave him a look. “i didn’t plan it, i got the idea, like, five minutes before i left to come here.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

“you came here with no plan except for the lyrics to a taylor swift song?”

“i had faith. she’s a genius, i trusted her.”

you laughed and so did he before connecting your lips in another kiss.

“charles is gonna lose his shit when he hears about this.”

“how would he know if you don’t tell him?” you questioned.

“oh, he has some kind of sixth sense about this stuff.” jake stated.

“what stuff?”

“us. together.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

you paused. “you want us to be together again?”

jake’s mouth was parted slightly and he nodded in the dead silence of the room. “so badly.”

he connected his hand with yours and leaned closer.

“would you give me another chance? please?”

“are you gonna actually communicate with me and tell me how you feel instead of breaking up with me this time?”

jake’s hands held the sides of your face. “i promise. i’ve felt so horrible for the last 6 months and i swear i will never hurt you like that again.”

and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl

there was a quiet moment between the two of you.

“so, y/n l/n…” jake took a deep breath. “will you give me another chance and be my girlfriend again?”

and that’s how it works

“jake peralta, you’re one lucky son of a bitch.” you said before quickly adding, “i don’t mean that, i love your mom. she’s really great.”

he chuckled. “don’t worry about it.”

then he leaned forward and kissed you again.

that’s how you get the girl

a/n: so this is something and idk how i feel about it but i love jake so here’s this

#jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #brooklyn 99 #andy samberg #brooklyn 99 x reader #amy santiago #charles boyle #gina linetti #captain holt #taylor swift #rosa diaz #terry jeffords

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miss-celestial-being · 1 month

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

literally the love of my life tysm for the request

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dont hesitate to request more

#sinc this is just a blurb im gonna leave it without any fancy stuff but when i write a full fic ill make it all pretty i promise #jake deserves it 😌#boredbeesask #jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 x reader #brooklyn nine nine x reader #brooklyn 99 x reader #charles boyle #terry jeffords #amy santiago

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madwomansapologist · 1 year

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Hello! I noticed that you have Brooklyn nine nine in your masterlist

As a fan of B99, May I request a wholesome headcanon of Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, Charles Boyle and Terrence Jeffords' reaction of meeting the reader who is captain Raymond Holt and kevin cosner's adoptive child and is working in the 99th precinct

Sorry if this is long

99th precint meeting Kevin & Holt adoptive child would include

synopsis: The squad already knew that Raymond Holt is a man of few words, but who would have thought that he had a child?

warnings: none. gender neutral. no race implied. no age implied. like jake and amy, everyone deserves to feel like Holt and Kevin's kid. all b99 detectives included. reader have Holt and Kevin's personality.

Dear 99th Precint, I proudly inform you that today will be my child's first day of work as a rookie cop in our precinct. Don't embarrass me. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.

• No one had ever heard Raymond talking about having a child. They never saw a photo of them on his house. Kevin never mentioned something. Or have them? No. No, they didn't.

• Even Gina was surprised. She was mean about it, of course, but she didn't knew anything.

• When Holt arrived, everyone was waiting for him on his office. Peralta tried to play cool before asking, but soon Terry was screaming about how could he have a child and didn't say anything to them.

Haymond answered without blinking an eye: "Peralta would make it weird." Everyone understood. "Hey!" Everyone except Peralta. "But why you don't have pictures with them on your house?" Amy asked. "Are you implying I would forget my child's face, Santiago?" Holt was clearly offended.

• You arrived apologizing for being three minutes and seven seconds late. Rosa widened her eyes, muttering about you being his copy. Holt smiled at that comment.

• Jake tried to act like a cool big brother but as soon as you opened your mouth he was fangirling over you. You made a mental note about calling him "bro" if you ever needed something from him or wanted to make him happy. Every single little thing you did was a reason for him to smile widely.

• Terry offered to show you the place, and told you everyone's name. He was all sweet and polite, acting like the dad of the squad. Well, he was. Terry made questions about your training and abillities. He was trying to show off, and it was working.

• Amy was affraid of saying something wrong. Amy danced when you said your father talked about her, and immediately regreted that. All her atempts of acting cool were imterrupted by Gina's jokes. She almost cried when you refered to her as your father's apprentice.

• Hitchcock and Scully thought you were already working with them. They didn't get what was happening. Holt was so glad when they went to took a nap.

• You and Rosa sat down and spent thirty minutes in absolute silence. It was the best experience of your entire life.

• Gina was waiting for you in the hallway of the bathroom. She asked if you wanna form a alliance with her. You obviously said yes, despite not knowing what she really meant by that.

• You were surprised for not meeting Boyle. On your lunch break, you realized why: he had rushed to prepare a meal for the two of you. He and Terry got into a fight about food while you were eating. It was exactly like your father told you. It was perfect.

• You have a nice feeling about working there.

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mannyblacque · 6 months

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Somewhere in the Brooklyn Nine Nine universe, there is a Halloween heist going on right now.

#brooklyn nine nine #halloween heist #halloween #b99 #brooklyn 99 #halloween episode #captain holt #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #gina linetti #terry jeffords #charles boyle #michael hitchcock #norm scully #hitchcock and scully

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gayforrosadiaz · 9 months

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Lake House (Rosa Diaz)

Summary: Rosa gets high on edibles, against your much better judgement, and faces the consequences. After which, of course, you let her get a little reward, so to speak. And, a serious conversation ensues.

Rosa Diaz x Fem!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of smut. ----

You rifled through your bag, trying to find your spare lip balm, when you came across a bottle of edibles. You sighed, a small, amused smile on your face, as you went to your room to see Rosa seated on the bed comfortably.

"Rosita, my love," you smiled sweetly, using the nickname you kept reserved for when she was acting childishly or if she was in trouble. You held up the bottle of pills, "What have I said about taking edibles on a holiday?"

She groaned and looked at you, "N/n, come on, it's a holiday, Peralta and Santiago are gonna bring their kid there, and--"

"No," you said, putting the bottle in your dresser drawer. "I will have no excuses. The last time you had an edible, you were so high that you asked me if I was single and cried when you saw my engagement ring."

"When was that?" She asked, frowning as her mind went fuzzy during the recollection.

"The day before our wedding, idiot," you chuckled. "See, this is what I mean."

"I hate that you're always right," she muttered, crossing her arms and pouting.

"Rosita," you laughed, leaping into bed beside her. You rested your head on her shoulder and smiled, "If I'm not always right, then who'd keep you from murdering everyone in your direct vicinity?"

She gave in to you and put an arm across your shoulders, pulling you into her. Her black curls tickled your nose and you sniffed them away, making her look at you with a weirded-out expression.

"Your hair was in my face, shut up," you mumbled, leaning into her.

"You love my hair," she gasped, mock-offended.

You laughed, warmth spreading over your cheeks. "I know."

--Time Skip--

"Rosie, come on, let's go!" You called out. "We're gonna be late!"

She came rushing out of your room, her muscled arms tensed as she looked at you in a panic. "Babe, where's my leather ja--"

You rolled your eyes playfully and tossed it at her face, earning a grumpy 'ugh' from her end.

"Oh thank god," she sighed, pulling it on. "Where did you find it?"

"You left it right here, next to my coat yesterday after work, dumbass," you facepalmed. She strode over to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I would not last two days without you," she muttered as you got into the elevator.

You noticed a very familiar pill bottle in her jacket and pulled it out, eyebrow raised.

"Rosalita Diaz, what did I say about the edibles?" You scowled, walking out with the pill bottle, with her following like a little puppy.

"N/n, you know I do not have the energy to deal with those guys," she whined, trying to grab the bottle from you. "Please. Just one."

You decided to give in, just to teach her a lesson, and said, "Fine. One edible, but remember: Drugs are bad."

"Yeah, whatever," she said, snatching the bottle from you. "Love you."

Your neighbour, Eileen, looked at your wife in concern and said, "She is not going to take just one edible, is she."

"Nope," you laughed, picking up her bags as well as yours. "I'm just gonna be there with a glass of water and a shit ton of loving when she crashes and burns."

--Time Skip--

You overheard Amy telling Rosa that drugs are bad, and approached, saying, "You realise that I've already told her?"

"Right," said Amy. "I forgot you were also responsible."

"I get it. You're married to Jake Peralta. Responsibility is rare to find," you laughed.

"Y/n," said Rosa, approaching you, "i just had the first edible."

You glanced at your watch and patted her head gently, "It should take about three hours to kick in, baby, get in the car and sleep till then, okay?"

She accepted the offer to be a passenger princess for once, and you sniggered to yourself.

"Damn, Diaz," Amy laughed, taking Mac from Jake, who'd just come up. "You've got Rosa tamed completely."

You felt a vibrant blush coat your cheeks when Rosa called out from the car, "Not entirely tamed! I hope the walls of the house are soundproof!"

"Jesus Christ, Rosie-" you sighed, trying not to blush harder. You noticed Mac crying and asked, "Has he been letting you sleep?"

"No," muttered Amy. "It's a disaster."

You put your arms out for her to give him to you, smiling when she did. You bounced him up and down a bit, calming his cries to soft whimpers, as Amy's eyes widened, "He's-he's calm?"

"Pretty much," you chuckled, kissing his nose gently. "I'm pretty good with kids. Being the eldest out of five other siblings is good practice."

"True," said the woman. "Good luck with your big baby, though."

You placed Mac in his carrier and shook your head, "She's no trouble. I have been married to her for a year, it really works."

Your friend shrugged and you both shared a good laugh before you got into the car.

"Death metal as usual?" You asked, getting in the car beside Rosa.

"Oh god no, can we please listen to your music today?" She replied, putting her feet up on the seat.

You laughed and nodded, "Of course, sweetheart."

--Time Skip--

At the cabin, you helped your wife with the bags, and got them to the room, feeling the minutes tick by, getting closer to when the drugs would kick in for her.

You sat on an armchair, book in hand, when you felt a very familiar body drape itself over your lap. You put a hand in her hair and began to gently run your hands through it while Jake went through with his 'Parent Trap' plan.

"Look, Y/n agrees," he pointed at you.

"No," you said firmly, turning the page of your book.

"Yes," slurred Rosa.

"She's high on edibles, so don't listen to her," you replied, poking your wife in the stomach.

"Yes," your wife replied.

"Rosita, you can shush now, thanks for helping," you chuckled, gently scratching her scalp.

"Oh come on, Rosa," grumbled Jake, frustrated.

Later, you were making yourself a sandwich in the kitchen, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, and felt someone kiss the back of your neck gently.

"What's up?" You asked, moving around normally while your very high wife clung onto you.

"I need good energy," she mumbled, her hold tightening around you.

"Mhm," you hummed, a small smirk toying on your face. "Drugs being too hard on you?"

"Shut up, drugs are good," your wife replied, moving back to grab peanut butter on the shelf, sitting cross-legged on the counter and eating it with a spoon.

You ate your sandwich and shook your head, "I am going to murder you, Rosita."

"You called me Rosita, I am hence not in trouble," she shrugged.

Amy appeared behind you both to thank Charles, and you both witnessed a very interesting interaction between them. Rosa suddenly dashed off, and you kept your sandwich down, to run after her.

You found her in a corridor, and were about to give her a stern scolding, when she pinned you against a wall, eyes dark and no more clouded by her medication. In fact, they seemed close to...lustful.

She slowly pressed her lips to your neck, kissing softly against the tender skin.

"Rosa, we're in the corridor-" You breathed, head tilting back, but were silenced by her lips on yours.

"I am so high right now," she said, deepening the kiss.

"Oh, I know." You laughed, letting her take you into the bedroom and locking the door.

--Time Skip--

You stood in the kitchen, coffee in hand, having already packed up the day before knowing Rosa would be way too exhausted to do it.

You sipped on the drink, feeling the warmth in your throat relax your tense vocal chords.

You heard a groan from near the entryway and chuckled, looking up to see Rosa with bags under her eyes and a sagging figure.

"Someone's learned a lesson, I see?" You teased, putting your cup down to make her some relaxing green tea.

She groaned and sat on the counter, hear in her hands, "You were right, drugs are bad."

"Listen to me sometimes, you know. It's for your own good," you sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead and handing the cup to her.

Amy entered with Mac in her arms, and said, "Y/n, can you watch Mac for me please? I need to shower and Jake's nowhere around."

"Of course!" You grinned, taking the baby from her. You gently rocked him side to side in your arms, unaware of Rosa staring at you.

As you looked at Mac, his big brown eyes open and wandering all over you, his tiny hands trying to catch at your shirt, you couldn't help but wonder how awesome it would be to have a baby. To have a child of your own grabbing at you, crying for you.

But you and Rosa never really planned on having kids.

"I think you'll make a great mom," Rosa said, reading your mind. Your heart leapt with hope, did she mean it?

"Really?" You gasped, stomach churning nervously at the conversation about to unfold. "You think you're okay with that?"

"I-I don't want to do an IVF for the first one, though," she said, a small smile making her lips twitch upwards.

"FIRST ONE?" You squealed a little too loudly. Mac began to fuss, and you quickly calmed him down, before looking at your wife and continuing in a softer voice, "You're willing to have kids, plural, for me?"

She leaned over to kiss your lips gently and smiled, "We know each other best. I know we both can handle it."

"I know that you are going to be the best mom, Rosie," you smiled, tears of happiness pricking your eyes.

"Awww!" Came a chorus of voices from the doorway.

"And...moment ruined," you sighed, catching sight of Peralta with his phone out, taking a video of the whole thing.

"Run while you all still can," you said, seeing Rosa get pissed.

God, you've never been happier to see people so afraid.

And maybe that weekend in the cabin was a success.

Everything worked out.

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