b99 fanfiction

anonymous asked:

for the kiss prompts, either 12 or 16 (bonus points if you do 16 and amy's face is scrunched up because it's freezing outside)

16. when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead

PROBABLY NOT WHAT YOU WERE IMAGINING BUT WHAT CAN I SAY I’M INSATIABLE

this is like,,,some time in s2 but i have no idea when. are they both single?? are they with teddy/sophia?? who knows!! who cares!! all u need to know is that they’re not together yet in his fic!! got some pining up in here!! enjoy!!

“Perm-mmph.”

“Sh.”

“Mm-mmm -”

“Shut up.”

What’s meant to be an indignant huff escapes her chest as a shivering, uneven exhale. Jake quickly tosses another blanket over her - and the couch cushion on which she sits dips down slightly beneath the weight of his knee, his hands steady-but-frantic as he haphazardly tucks the edges of the blanket around her.

Amy screws her eyes shut as another involuntary shiver wracks her body - and above her, Jake makes a quiet, strangled noise as he pushes off the couch.

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Lunch Stop | Jake Peralta

Title: Lunch Stop
Author: Clara
Character: Jake Peralta
Warnings: swearing
Prompt: I was wondering if you could a Jake one shot (you seem to be one of the few blogs who do stuff for him unfortunately/your stuff for him is also awesome) where Jake is just super affection and just like ‘this is my girlfriend/partner and they’re awesome and i’m so lucky’ and just super adorable? If not that’s okay! Keep up the awesome work :D

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Mistakes

Jake Peralta x Reader

33. “Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.”
34. “Well this situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.”

*This isn’t as good as I wanted it to be, but here you go! I hope you enjoy it anyway. Feel free to request B99 imagines, I’m adding them to my blog if y’all are interested!
- K


Rosa flips on the lights of the breakroom and crosses her arms, staring down at a pyjama-clad Jake Peralta curled up on the couch. “What the hell are you doing?” she asks.

Jake moans and looks up at her through bleary eyes. “Five more minutes,” he mumbles. He begins to roll over, but Rosa doesn’t let him. She takes hold of his shoulder and forces him to face her. “Rosa!” he whines.

“Come on, Jake.” The detective pulls a chair away from the table and settles in front of her friend. “Why are you sleeping on the couch of death?”

“Because I was kicked out of the apartment of life,” Jake groans and sits up. He rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his sleep-mussed hair, only making it worse. 

Rosa cocks an eyebrow and leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “You and (y/n) had a fight?”

Jake sighs. “Yeah. Charles accidentally mentioned that I got shot.”

“You didn’t tell (y/n) you got shot?” Rosa shouts. 

“Shut up!” Jake whisper-yells, thrusting a placating hand into her face and looking around to make sure the officers that stopped at the sound of Rosa’s yelling move on. When they do, he lets his eyes fall back to his friend, who somehow manages to look even angrier than before. “No, I didn’t tell (y/n). I didn’t want her to worry about me. I thought that she’d, you know, rush over and hug me and tell me how much she loves me when Charles told her, but instead, she threw us out. Women are … complicated.”

“Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb,” Rosa states blankly. Jake frowns childishly at her and she sighs, pushing herself back upright in her chair. “Look, the worst thing you can do in a relationship is keep secrets. Wouldn’t you like to know if (y/n) got hurt?” Jake opens his mouth to respond, but Rosa cuts him off with a hand. “I think you really hurt her, man. That’s a really shitty stunt you pulled, and you have to apologize.” She stands up and pushes her chair back into the table before nodding towards the door. “Go. I’ll cover your shift until you get back.”

Jake nods, choosing not to question his friend’s sudden burst of charity. “Thanks, Rosa,” he says and begins to jog out into the bullpen, still in his pyjamas and slippers.

“Get dressed, Peralta!” she yells after him.

“Right!”


You know he knows you’re not asleep. You can feel his eyes burning holes into your back with each glance he steals at you from the bathroom, where he’s getting ready for bed. But, as much as you want to roll over and look at him, you refuse to. You can’t.

Finally, the bathroom light switches off and you feel the other side of the bed dip down with Jake’s weight. “(y/n)?” 

Tears well up in your eyes the second you hear his voice, and you curse yourself. You just want to be mad and stay mad, dammit. Jake sighs softly, and the blankets around you shift as he pulls them back to climb under the covers. One of his strong arms wraps around your waist and pulls you gently into his chest. “Please, (y/n).”

You take the hand on your stomach in yours and roll over so you’re facing him. Your boyfriend’s brown eyes are so sad, and your heart clenches when you see the puppy dog face etched across his features that only appears when he’s really upset about something. Your lower lip trembles and Jake shushes you, raising a hand to gently cup your face. “No, please don’t cry.”

“I could kill you,” you whisper, keeping your voice level the best you can.

Jake breathes out a laugh and strokes his thumb across your cheekbone. “Trust me, I know.”

You swallow down the lump in your throat and nod towards where you now know his bandages are. “Show me.” Jake purses his lips and takes his hand off of your cheek in order to pull the collar of his nightshirt down just enough for you to see the white dressing adorning his shoulder. Only a couple inches above his heart. “Jake, why didn’t you tell me?” you sob. 

“Oh, god, this is not going at all like how I practiced it in the shower.”

You snort despite yourself and pull away slightly, fixing him with a glare that isn’t quite mad enough. You can tell by his tone of voice and the look in his eyes that he said that just to make you laugh and, as usual, it worked. “And just how did you expect this to go?”

“Ah, you know.” Jake cocks his head to the side playfully. “Typical movie moment, where the hero comes home and the OTP gets back together and lives happily ever after.”

“Ugh, you did not just say OTP,” you groan. Jake laughs and rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so you’re settled on his chest with your head tucked in the crook of his neck and shoulder. You drape an arm over his chest, feeling the edge of the gauze slipping under your fingers as you do.  “Does it still hurt?” you ask. 

“Sometimes. It doesn’t when I’m with you.”

You roll your eyes once again and laugh softly, snuggling in closer to his side. “Alright, cornball.” He laughs in response, and you smile at the feel of his breath blowing the baby hairs at the top of your head. “You’re still not off hte hook, though,” you assure him. 

Jake sighs. “Trust me, I know. I already have everyone at the precinct on my ass too.”

You push yourself up onto your forearms so you’re hovering over him, letting his brown eyes meet your (e/c) ones. The two of yours usual silent communication flows between you, and although you know he knows exactly what you’re going to say, you say it anyway: “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Jake swallows and looks away from you briefly, guiltily. “I didn’t want you to worry,” he admits. “It wasn’t bad enough that I had to be taken out of the field, and I just … I didn’t want to freak you out.”

“Jake, I worry about you every day no matter what. It’s something that comes with dating a cop.” You run your fingers gently along his jaw. “The least you can do is let me know when something actually does happen so I can be prepared. Being left in the dark is the worst thing you could do to me.”

“And, it won’t happen again, I promise,” Jake assures you, gently pulling you back down and into his embrace. You feel his lips brush softly over the top of your head and smile at the familiar sensation. “I love you, he mumbles reverently. 

You tilt your head up and kiss the underside of his jaw. “I love you too.”

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B99 Fanfic Recommendations (Peraltiago Stylez)

Since I’ll be off to visit my sis for about a week now and then will be busy with an internship for the following 6 weeks, I’ll probably not be able to post much during that time. So I decided to assemble a nice, mostly fluffy collection of b99 stories centered around Jake and Amy I very much enjoy :)


Canon (or canon-divergent or possible-future fic… just non-AU ;) :

One-shots

  • Enigmatic Easter Bunny by huffellepuff (“The Nine-Nine does a Secret Santa of sorts, and Jake gets Amy.Takes place very shortly before 2x21, Det. Dave Majors.” This is so sweet!)
  • Untitled Prompt 1 by @elsaclack (”What if Amy and Teddy got engaged during Jake’s undercover op and when Jake’s back the wedding preparations are in full swing and he tries to be supportive but can’t bring himself to go to the wedding?“ It’s by em, so of course it’s friggin’ amazing, duh! ;)
  • Untitled Prompt 2 by @elsaclack​ (”The night of Captain Latvia, Jake talks to Amy about his thoughts on what Boyle said about Jake never becoming a dad.” Aaah, I love this one so much! So great!)
  • Untitled Prompt 3 by @elsaclack​ (Amy finds Jake’s folder about her Dad while he’s still in prison. It’s… so… great? And the ending is super sweet!)
  • Untitled Prompt 4 by @elsaclack​ (Jake moves in with Amy and Amy finds a box with his mixtapes… one of them labeled with the date he went into witness protection. Good lord, this is so amazing! Just… amazing.)
  • Untitled Prompt 5 by @elsaclack (A father’s day fic. I squealed so hard reading this the first time! It’s super cute!)
  • Oxford Comma by grapefruity (”She’s got a system, and it isn’t going to come to a standstill just because her messy, disorganized, wreck of a partner makes her sometimes feel things.” The evolution of Jake and Amy’s relationship from Amy’s perspective. Really, really great! I also really love the description of their first encounter - heelies are involved; it’s amazing ^^)
  • Untitled Prompt by @haylestorming​ (”Amy and Jake talking about their future after the Rosa/Pimento (cancelled) wedding” ADORABLE!)
  • Untitled Prompt by @hotelsweet (”Random girl at bar starts flirting with Jake, Jake is clueless and it all goes right over his head, Amy steps in and gets her to back off” Do I really need to say more? It’s glorious. ^^)
  • what’s a home without you here? by @jcobsperalta (”amy comes home, jake is still in prison.“ Oh boy, my heart! But great!)
  • you’re a sky full of stars by @oceanvirus (”Jake discovers Amy’s secret stargazing spot, but he can’t seem to focus on constellations as much as he can focus on the one excitedly pointing them out. Takes place between Boyle-Linetti Wedding and Det. Dave Majors.” So. Friggin’. Cute.)
  • it’s amazing what baking can do by @sergeant-santiago (Jake and Amy face their biggest challenge yet: baking a cake for Charles. Whee! It’s super fun and cute and awesome!!)
  • all the way home i’ll be warm by @the-pontiac-bandit (“We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.” Cute Christmas fic with all the Santiagos and Jake. Sooo adorable! Get ready for pure joy!)

Multi-Chapters

  • breaking the first rule by @heart-eyes-santiago (“When did Jake Peralta fall in love with Amy Santiago? And when did she fall in love with him?” Soo good! Really sweet insights on Jake and Amy’s thoughts throughout the show. Complete. 4 Chapters.)
  • and all my world is losing light by @jakelovesamy (“Day one is listening to Captain Holt telling them not to give up hope, but then overhearing him calling Karen, and telling her in a quiet voice that her son has been sentenced to 15 years, telling her not to cry. Day one is spent filled with fear, and tears, and she punches a wall in their bedroom (because it is still theirs) so hard that the skin on her knuckles splits open. Day one is a cold side of the bed and a thick silence filling up the space where Jake used to be. Day one is overwhelming, plain and simple.” Amy finds out she’s pregnant after the end of S4. Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster of awesomeness! Incredibly good. Complete. 2 Chapters.)
  • it’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams by @oceanvirus (”In which Jake Peralta showing up at Amy Santiago’s door in the middle of the night in need of a place to stay is simultaneously the best and worst thing that’s ever to happened to them.” temporary roomates… Oh yeah! Excited for more! In-Progress. 1/6 Chapters as of yet.)
  • Nothing’s Normal in Texas by @okayokaycoolcoolcool (”She started feeling something in Texas. Maybe it was the mind-numbing fear that came with being locked in jail unarmed with murderers.  She probably could’ve blamed how annoyed she was at Jake and his tendency to jump in and make her job harder. Although, now that she thought of it, it was probably just the fake pregnancy that was making her mind funny.  It was probably nothing.” Or was it?! ;) Very cool. Complete. 8 Chapters.)
  • What to Expect by @three-drink-amy (”After a crazy night together, Amy finds herself pregnant with Jake’s baby. They have to learn to be parents while navigating their partnership. Set in season 2.” Really interesting read! In-Progress. 9 Chapters so far.)

AUs:

One-shots

  • you, me, and the moon by @heart-eyes-santiago (“Amy Santiago’s whole world is turned upside when her brother, Manny, invites his best friend and college roommate to stay for the summer. Enter Jake Peralta, his inability to win a game of scrabble, and his ability to win Amy’s heart.” Cuuute!)

Multi-Chapters

  • if you want me to stay, i will stay by your side by @elsaclack (“For someone whose job requires an unusually large amount of personal risk on a near daily basis, Amy Santiago has not dedicated much time considering how she might one day die. The vague assumption that it will probably happen on the job - via stray bullets or careening cars or massive explosions - has been enough to satisfy any musing.She never imagined doctor’s visits or specialist consultations or diagnoses. She never imagined hospital gowns and thinning hair and chemotherapy. And she never, ever imagined cancer.“ 50/50 AU.The Ultimate Angst fic, but it’s amazing! (Better have some tissues ready, though.) In-Progress. 6/11 Chapters as of yet.)
  • Amy and Jake’s Epic Detour by @hotelsweet (”When 18 yr old Amy Santiago needs to make the trip to New York City for her first year of college, family friend Jake Peralta steps in as a favour- but the week that’s about to follow is one that neither of them could have predicted.” THIS. This story is an experience, my friend, and you really should read this because it’s amazing and has an awesome playlist for every chapter and is just AMAZING, okay? Okay. Complete. 10 Chapters.)
  • everything is easier when you’re home by @sergeant-santiago (”Amy Santiago loves her new apartment. One bedroom, one bathroom, good neighborhood and decent rent. One thing she does not love? Her neighbors. More precisely, whoever lives in the apartment that shares a paper thin wall with hers.” Neighbor AU. Awesome! In-Progress. 4 Chapters so far.)
  • Camps Safe and Amusing by Talking_Bird (”Amy Santiago was NOT excited to be a camp counselor for a bunch of bratty twelve-year-olds, but she was even less excited to have a jerk like Jake Peralta be her group partner. A fluffy, slow-burn fic with awkward, nerdy Amy and cocky, insensitive Jake.“ Really cool and sweet, it has an awesome bet and everything! Complete. 8 Chapters.)
  • You’re the Only Song I Want to Hear by Talking_Bird (”Amy is having a really hard time adjusting to college life as an Art Major, but a mysterious pianist in the music conservatory keeps her sane // Jake just wants to do what he loves, but everyone else wants him to be practical. Everyone, that is, except for one person…College AU.” Highly recommended because it’s stupid good. Really. Plus, there is a great piano piece to go with each chapter. Complete. 10 Chapters. )
  • The Detective and The Squad by @three-drink-amy  (”Amy Santiago is a brilliant detective, quickly burning out on her job. Jake Peralta is a famous actor recently relocated to NYC for his new TV show “The Squad.” What will happen when Amy is assigned to be the police consultant for Jake’s new show?” Goood… Really good. In-Progress. 6 Chapters so far.)
  • around my heart like a coronary artery by @the-pontiac-bandit (”Amy Santiago enters NYU Medical School with prep books, a 60-set of colored pens, and a plan. Jake Peralta walks in with gummy bears and orange soda.” Medical students AU. Every chapter represents a year. AMAZING! In-Progress. 2/5 Chapters so far.) 

Sooo… this is a fic rec of quite respectable size, huh? ^^; Would anybody be interested in me continuing/updating this? Let me know! (I assembled this in various stages of consciousness/being awake, so I’m sorry if some of my “reviews/thoughts” on some of the fics are a little too rambly or short - I love them all so much, my dear writers; you are all incredibly awesome! 💕 )

ball drops (jake peralta)

ayo my first brooklyn nine-nine fic whaddap!!! I just started watching the show and I have the biggest crush on jake omg someone help! as always, pls pls pls lmk what you think!

w: language, slight angst, cutie jake (!!!no gifs r mine!!!)

it’s new years’ eve and i am so determined to kiss you when the ball drops (@berrybird​)

“I know it’s New Years’ Eve and you would all rather spend time with your friends and family, so I’ll make this quick,” Captain Holt look around the precinct and Jake can’t help but groan.

“Captain, come on. Why are we here?”

“We’re here because there’s been an update on the kidnapping Peralta and Y/L/N were working on and we need all hands on deck for this. This is one of the NYPD’s biggest cases ever. You will be working alongside the FBI so please be efficient, welcoming, and legible. That last one was for you, Peralta,” Holt pointed at Jake who in turn just nodded at him.

“Yeah, yeah, captain. My handwriting isn’t all that bad,” he scoffs and Hold raises his eyebrows.

“Your handwriting is worse than chicken scratch. I didn’t notice it for a while because Amy used to write over them for you. Anyhow, Peralta and Y/L/N are the leads on this case. Everything has to be checked with them before you come to me for any clearance. Diaz and Boyle, you two are going to have a chat with all the families involved in the kidnapping. Sarge and Santiago, you two should check the site of the latest kidnapping and make your way backwards. Everyone else is at your disposal, detectives,” Holt looks at you and Peralta before dismissing everyone.

You and Jake have been partners for a little over a year. He and Amy used to be partners, but since they broke up and you got here, you took over. You have the biggest crush on the dork, but you’re convinced he still has feelings for Amy. Of course, every time tease him about it, he denies it.

He trusts you with all the big decisions and a few hours into this all night workshop, you’re staring at the paperwork on the desk between the two of you, you realize you’re going to have to make a really risky decision.

“Peralta, Y/L/N,” Holt approaches the two of you and Jake looks up immediately, but you’ve made a breakthrough and can’t afford to lose track of thought. “Y/L/N? Detective?”

“I SOLVED THE CASE!” You yell out, surprising every detective in the precinct. You didn’t normally yell about the cases, that’s more Jake’s thing.

“Is everything alright, Detective?” Holt takes a half step away in anticipation of any other outbursts.

“Yes, Captain. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell or act overly excited. It’s just that I solved the case,” I smile down and grab the paperwork so as to walk him through my thought process. “How many people has he kidnapped?”

“11.”

“Correct. And out of the 11 how many are strong, independent brunettes who don’t need a man?”

“Um, let’s see-”

“11 of them, sir. He kidnapped 11 very single brunette women with a stable job, a place of their own, and all of whom are between 25 and 35 years old,” you put the file down and give Holt a knowing look, Jake not liking any of it. “And who else in this precinct falls under all of that criteria?”

“What? No, come on–”

“Well, well, well, how are you planning on luring him out?” The Captain put his glasses back on, a small smile on his face.

“Y/N, tell me you’re not serious about–”

“Looking hot and slightly drunk. Also I know what club he goes to, so if I can’t lure him out, it would be pretty pathetic,” you shrug and Holt nods.

“Alright, that sounds good to me. Call everyone else back and we’ll set up a task force. You’ll go in with a wire, and we’ll wait outside for you,” you and the Captain shake hands and Jake looks at you incredulously.

“Y/N are you serious? What the hell is going on? You’re my partner, we can’t just use you as bait! He’s kidnapped 11 women, probably murdered them all–or he has murdered 7 of them, we’ve found missing limbs belonging to the other four. What makes you think he won’t kidnap/murder you?”

“Jake, relax,” you give him a small smile as everyone begins to gather in the briefing room. “Those women were not cops, they had zero self-defense training, and they didn’t know what kind of monster was waiting for them. I am, I have, and I do.”

“Look, I don’t care what you say, you’re not going out there! You’re my partner!”

“You’re my partner. I trust you with all decisions, you have to trust me on this one. I’m going to be the bait,” you angrily straighten your papers out and everyone is back in the briefing room, but Jake isn’t done  yet.

“I do trust you. I just think you’re being a dum-dum right now,” Jake turns to look at everyone, a smile on his face. “I’m going to make your decision for you and my decision is that you’re not going to be the bait we’ll use someone else. Anyone else. Just not you and that’s final. Get it? Good. Now as we were saying–”

“No, Jake. Nothing is good. I am your partner, yes. But if anything happens to me, you will find a new partner. I can’t let your wierd fear or whatever get in the way of this case. I respect you, but you’re wrong this time and I’m not going to listen to you. You either have my back or you don’t, Jake. That’s final. I always support you, no matter how far-fetched your idea is. It’s your turn to return the gesture,” you glare at him, ending the argument before turning to face your squad.

After briefing everyone and successfully avoiding Jake, you head home to change and prepare yourself for the night ahead.

You’re standing in front of your floor length mirror in an incredibly tiny dress with a very low cut, emphasizing all of your curves a little too much for your liking. Your hair’s slightly volumized, you’ve got a touch of red on your cheeks, and a matte pink on your lips.

“Holy fuck,” you hear a whisper behind you and immediately turn around, gun in hand. “Woah woah woah, it’s me. It’s Jake.”

He holds his hands up in surrender and you shake your head, putting your gun back down.

“What the hell, Jake? How do you have a key to my apartment?” You turn to the mirror, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re my partner. You have a key to my place, too. I put it on your keychain day one,” he shrugs and leans against the door, eyes moving over every inch of you.

“So we got the how out of the way. Now tell me why you’re here. I have to go bait myself up,” you turn away from the mirror only to be met with Jake’s intense gaze. “I-is everything okay?”

“Yeah, hm,” he clears his throat and nods. “Everything’s fine. You just look really good and I can’t keep my thoughts intact.”

“Well, thank you,” you nod, blush on your face as Jakes brushes some hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry about earlier. You are my partner, and I do trust you. I trust your decision. I’ll always have your back, I promise,” he whispers and you both lean closer, foreheads resting against one another. His hands rest on your lower back and he presses his lips against your forehead.

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“Hey,” you whisper, smile on your face as you look up. “Catch the perp before the ball drops and I’ll give you a real kiss… and a date.”

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“Daddy?”

Comfortably curled up against her father’s side on the couch, Ana lightly pulls at the sleeve of his hoodie to catch his attention. He looks away from the TV screen and down to her – the child has her eyes furrowed in question.

“What is it, Ananas?”

“Why isn’t mommy watching The Lion King with us?”

Jake smiles at her. He turns more into the couch to fully face her now. “Remember what we told you? That mommy had a very important test soon?”

Ana nods.

“Well, she has to work a lot to pass it. So she’s very busy. But she’ll be done soon and when she is, we’ll all celebrate and spend the whole day together, okay?”

She contemplates the answer in silence for a beat. She seems pleased with it pretty soon, though, because her eyes suddenly lit up and a grin forms on her small features.

“Will we get ice cream?!”

Her enthusiasm makes Jake laugh. “We will get ice cream,” he agrees to her request and, after doing a little victory dance (just like her mother), happy with the answer, Ana puts her attention back onto the movie still playing on the screen.


A knock on Amy’s door suddenly startles her. It takes her out of her studying and makes her look up from her notes, her wild de-braided hair framing her tired face. The expression of surprise is soon replaced with a wide smile, though, when she recognizes her husband and daughter standing in the doorway. Ana doesn’t wait for her to invite them in to rush towards her mother and into her welcoming arms as soon as their eyes meet.

With the deadline to one of the most important days in her life nearing, the last few days have been hard on the (hopefully) future Captain. She hasn’t been able to spend as much time as she would have liked with her family, between her work and studying nonstop to achieve her dreams. It’s a true blessing she has the most comprehensive and supportive husband by her side, willing to leave her all the space and time she needs to fully concentrate on something that’s so important to her and being the best father to Ana.

“What are you guys doing here?” Amy asks, tenderly stroking her daughter’s dark curls (her father’s hair) after she drew away from her embrace.

“Daddy said it was break time so we could come and see you,” Ana answers with a grin. Her mother exchanges a look with Jake, who watches her with a playful smile.

She smiles back at him. He’s right. She definitely could use a break right now.

“Plus I have a surprise for you!” The child proudly hands her a piece of paper she was holding until then. It makes Amy frown with curiosity as she accepts the gift. But, as soon as she turns the page around, her heart instantly warms up in her chest. She stares at it in awe for a few seconds – it’s a drawing of the three of them holding hands, with a message written above.

You got this. We love you, Captain.

“Daddy helped me with it,” Ana explains what Amy had already guessed – last time she checked, her daughter didn’t know how to write (yet).

She shoots him another glance, then, eyes shining with upcoming tears of overwhelming joy, to which he only replies with a knowing look.

“It’s to give you luck.” Amy puts her attention back on the little girl. She’s at a loss of words.

“This is… so beautiful.” She hugs Ana again and kisses her cheek. “Thank you. Both of you.” She’s talking to Jake now.

“No need to thank us. It’s just facts. You’re gonna crush this exam, just like you did the previous ones.” He casually says.

Her heart misses a beat. So supportive indeed.

“I love you guys too.”

(On the day of her exam, Amy gets into the venue much too early. She doesn’t mind, though – it gives her time to get through her notes one last time. She opens her Captain Exam binder, then, and a fond smile spreads across her face when she sees her daughter’s drawing stuck on the first page.

You got this. We love you, Captain, she reads her husband’s words again and somehow it immediately calms her stress down.)

(He’s right, in the end. She does crush the exam. And, when she’s called for a meeting afterwards, she keeps the drawing carefully folded in her pocket during the whole interview – for good luck.)

(Then, a few months later, it finds its rightful place framed between a picture of her family and another of the Nine-Nine on her new desk in her own office – the one of a newly-graded Captain. The youngest in the NYPD.)

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Intruder | Jake Peralta

Title: Intruder
Author: Clara
Character: Jake Peralta
Trigger Warnings: none
Prompt: “Hey could you make a jake peralta imagine about literally anything? Thanks a bunch”

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That’s Her Girl

The door to the evidence lockup swung open, revealing an anxious Rosa. “Jake, I need to talk to you about something before Gina gets here… what are you doing?”

Jake stopped disassembling the confetti cannons and turned to face the confused Rosa, wiping non-existent sweat from his brow in a vain attempt at looking tough. “Well, I was preparing for Gina and her baby’s big entrance, but Terry says you can’t shoot confetti at an infant. What kind of rule is that?” He shrugged. “I’m guessing I’m gonna have to get rid of the sparklers, too, huh?”

“Probably,” Rosa agreed. “Look, Jake, you had such great advice when it came to my parents…”

“Well, yeah,” Jake agreed, adopting a dramatic tone. “I guess when you speak from the heart… dammit, I got confetti in my Lucky Charms.”

“Jake,” Rosa began again, unamused. “I still haven’t told Gina that I’m bi.”

“Really? That’s what’s got you worried?” he asked in disbelief. “It’s Gina, she’ll be totally cool with it.”

“Are you sure?” Rosa narrowed her eyes. “I mean, I’m not saying she won’t accept it, but… you know, sometimes people don’t like change.”

“You haven’t changed,” Jake reminded her. “You’re the same as you’ve always been. Gina will get that. Besides, she’s got a baby now. She’s got more important things to worry about.”

“Guess so,” Rosa agreed hesitantly. “Thanks, man.” She turned to walk out.

“Hey, Rosa?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I aciddentally superglued my hands together.”

“What the hell were you using-”


“She’s here, she’s here!” Boyle squealed, practically skipping around the room. “I’ve missed my sister so much!”

“Is everybody ready?” Amy asked. “Hitchcock, where’s Scully?”

“In the bathroom checking out the weird pimple on his butt. He says if he’s not out in ten minutes, he needs one of us to go in and pop it for him,” Hitchcock answered calmly.

“Nose goes,” Jake announced, frantically slamming his index finger against his nose.

“Nobody’s gonna be popping Scully’s ass zit,” Terry informed the group loudly, glaring at Hitchcock.

“Okay, okay, focus, people, focus!” Amy snapped. “It’s just like we rehearsed. When the captain gives us the word that Gina is in the elevator…”

Ding.

The elevator opened, revealing Gina in all her usual splendor, her baby girl balanced on her hip. “Greetings, peasants,” she announced, boldly strutting out. If it wasn’t for the drooling infant, it would have seemed as if nothing had changed. “I have arrived in order to bless you both with my presence and that of my spawn.”

“I apologize for not signaling, Santiago.” Captain Holt emerged from behind Gina. “But Peralta changed the code word so many times I’m afraid I lost count.”

“Sorry, Babe,” Jake muttered, watching his irritated fiancée with wide, guilty eyes.

“It’s great to see you, Gina,” Terry cut in, making his way over to the woman and her child. “You look great.”

Gina chuckled. “As do you, Terrence, as do you.” She turned to address the crowd once more. “I know my maternal glow may frighten some, but don’t be afraid. Come, cradle my child if you wish, but please wash your hands if you’re going to touch her.” She protectively hugged her child closer. “And Hitchcock, you and Scully are required to stay at least ten feet away at all times.”

“Can I hold her?”

The question shocked everyone in the room into silence, all except for a giggling baby girl who was reaching out towards the cuff of the expectant detective’s leather jacket.

“Oh, of course,” Gina replied after a moment, tenderly passing the baby into Rosa’s arms. “Now, make sure you keep her head elevated- yeah, just like that.” Gina smirked down at the little girl’s round face. “She loves her Auntie Rosa, doesn’t she?”

Rosa smiled as she became more comfortable with the action. “Huh. This is what you’ve been missing out on work to do?”

Gina sighed. “Well, there’s something she does that reminds me a whole lot of this precinct.”

“What’s that?” Rosa asked, genuinely curious, before wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Gross.” She held the baby out in front of her right as it began to bawl.

Gina took her back. “Yep, her little poops smell just like Scully’s feet,” she announced. “I’ve been trying to train her to warn me by chanting ancient witches’ spells right before she takes a dump, but she hasn’t really caught on.” She patted her daughter’s back, trying to soothe her. “Captain, can we discuss what happens when I get back in, say, five minutes? I need to change this one’s diaper.” She didn’t wait for Holt’s approval before casting her gaze to Amy. “Hey, Ames, you wanna come give me a hand?”

Amy smiled sweetly and placed a hand over her heart, truly touched. “You want my help with your baby?” she asked earnestly.

“Yeah, I think I forgot a diaper, and that jacket looks close enough to one.”


“Well, Gina, we’re pleased to see you in good health,” Captain Holt began, sitting across from his secretary at his desk.

“Very conversational of you, Captain,” Gina noted. “Has Jake been teaching you small talk while I’ve been gone?”

“Yes, much to my dismay,” he answered. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask a few more questions.”

“Ask away, for I am a fountain of knowledge,” Gina said with a flourish of her hand. The baby made a farting noise.

“How’s this small human’s father, who, if I recall correctly, is also a cousin of Boyle’s?” The captain inquired, eyebrows raised.

“We actually split up,” Gina informed him, waving it off. “We weren’t in sync.”

“I see,” he responded, puzzled. “And he’s still involved with the child?”

“Yes,” Gina answered. “We simply won’t be producing any more offspring. It’s probably for the best, too. Any more and they might try to assassinate her as the one true heir.” She hugged her baby protectively, as if this was a very real and dangerous threat.

“I see,” Holt repeated, unable to read Gina’s expression.

There was a knock on the door before Charles cracked it open. “Captain, Scully’s trapped in the toilet again. Sarge says he can’t get him out. Should we call plumbing?”

Holt sighed, rubbing his temples in exasperation. “Excuse me,” he told Gina, standing up and walking briskly out into the bullpen. “Peralta, put the power drill down!”

Boyle’ feet stayed planted just inside the office, though. “I don’t mean to pry,” he began, tone suggesting that he very much meant to pry. “But I heard you split up with Milton. How’re you holding up?”

“None of your business, Charles.”

“It’s very much my business. You’re my sister and he’s both my cousin and the father of your child.”

Gina groaned. “You have got to stop saying stuff like that, Boyle,” she chided.

“Answer the question,” he pressed.

“I’m fine,” Gina answered, waving him off. “Better than fine, actually. I have brought into this world a child free of the constraints of a patriarchy ridden society.”

“Oh,” Boyle exclaimed softly. “Cool.” He looked out the window into the bullpen, looking directly at Rosa’s desk. “So, did Rosa tell you?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows.

“That she broke up with Pimento?” Gina inquired. “Oh, I saw that coming way before it happened. They were like a flame: the burned bright while they lasted, but eventually they burned out.”

“Okay…” Boyle frowned. “Not what I meant, though. You know, how she came out as bi?”

Gina smiled knowingly. “Yeah, I figured.”

“Really?”

She waved vaguely. “There were… signs.”

“Really?” Boyle repeated, still confused.

“Well, only a trained eye such as mine could pick up on them,” she explained mysteriously.

Boyle grinned. “Is she gonna introduce you guys?” he asked in excitement.

“What are you talking about?”

From behind Boyle, Gina caught of a beautiful woman marching through the bullpen, past a group of uniformed officers, right up to Rosa’s desk, and…

“Oh.” Finals voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. Her lips remained parted as she stared in shock at the gorgeous woman who was kissing Rosa in front of everyone, not giving a damn who was watching.

“Yeah,” Boyle said, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. “They do that a lot.”

Gina cleared her throat. “Charles, it’s been a while since I fed her,” she informed him, hoisting her baby up. “Mind giving me some privacy?”

“Oh, of course! Hey, how’s the breastfeeding been going? Does it hurt? Genevieve and I have all these great, informative books from back when we were trying to inseminate-”

Gina groaned loudly. “How is it that you’re making the miracle of life repulsive?” She questioned incredulously. “Get out!”

He obliged, scurrying away, shouting something about a plunger and and Scully’s buttocks as he went, leaving Gina to state out into the bullpen.

Gina placed her daughter on Holt’s desk, one hand on her back to steady her. She grabbed the pride flag from Holt’s pencil cup and began chewing on the end, but Gina was too preoccupied to care.

She’d run out of chances. She had a baby now, and Rosa, finally comfortable in her identity, had found a beautiful girlfriend… they both had very different needs in life right now. And Gina was happy for her. She wanted everything to go perfectly for Rosa Diaz, to never see her go through another heartbreak again. And yet…

“Hey,” she whispered, taking her daughter’s hand. “You see her? You see your Auntie Rosa?” She pointed the baby’s chubby finger at the incredible, brave detective. “That’s the love of my life. It took me way too long to realize it, but… that’s my girl.”

The baby couldn’t possibly have understood what her mother had just said, but she turned to look at the other woman, now leaning against Rosa’s desk and speaking softly. Whatever she was saying, it was lighting Rosa’s face up. Gina used to be the one that did that. “And that… that’s her girl.”

you’re my golden hour

The first time Jake calls Amy ‘babe’, it’s a complete accident. 

Takes place after ”Oolong Slayer” but before “The Mattress”. 

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Their budding relationship is only a month old when it happens.

They’re in her kitchen after a long day at the precinct and Jake is cooking dinner while wearing a ridiculous Die Hard-themed apron Charles gifted to him for National Best Friends Day. He refuses to let her anywhere near the stove out of fear that her abysmal cooking skills will somehow transfer to him, so she’s seated on the countertop across from him with a glass of wine. She occasionally reads out bits of the recipe to him but he doesn’t really need it; he’s been making his Nana’s matzo ball soup since before he could read. Mostly, they’re gossiping about the squad and chatting about their days. It’s the kind of domestic scene Amy never could have imagined for herself, least of all with Jake Peralta, and it feels like something she could get used to.  

He’s in the middle of telling her about Charles’ latest food obsession, which he apparently insisted on discussing for a full three hours while they were on a fruitless stakeout that day, much to Jake’s chagrin.

Octopus gelato, Amy. Have you ever heard of anything more disgusting?!” He’s facing her, his back to the stove for a brief moment as his story reaches its peak. He’s gesticulating wildly with a ladle in his hand, his eyes wide with pure horror. “What kind of monster would ruin ice cream with fish?” He turns back to the stove to stir the soup when he hears it bubbling, still furious.

Amy’s inner know-it-all can’t help but correct him. “Actually, octopi are mollusks, not fish.”

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after the smoke clears, i will be right here

Requested: Could you possibly write something about if Charles hadn’t overheard Jake and Amy in the break room talking about going to city hall? And they just kept talking about getting married

hey i stalled my post-wedding fic for this lmao i hope u like it! also thanks for 2.4k u bunch of legends.

“I would marry you on top of the Empire State Building-”

“Well, that sounds kind of nice-”

“-during a King Kong attack.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not good.”

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John McClane

Jake Peralta x Reader

Request: Jake peralta with “You killed Dr. Jones!” “For the last time, your Indiana Jones figurine was not alive to begin with! I bought you a new one!” “It wasn’t the same!” except maybe with Die Hard instead of Indiana Jones?

A/N: This didn’t exactly turn out the way I intended it to, but I hope you enjoy!

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“Good morning, Jake,” you greet, setting your boyfriend’s coffee order on his desk as you pass by. You had expected the lack of a response from him, as he hasn’t been talking to you for three days now, but it still stings a little when you reach your desk and he’s still said nothing.

You nearly jump out of your skin when a chair slams down next to your desk and Jake’s, whose desk is across from yours. “What the hell is going on with you two?” Terry shouts, fixing you and your boyfriend with a glare that could melt ice.

You give Terry the exasperated “Jake is an idiot” look that the whole precinct has become accustomed to before turning and beginning to log into your computer. “Jake is being a child, as per usual.”

“I am not!”

“Oh!” You lift your hands from your keyboard and gasp in mock surprise. “He speaks!” Jake glares at you.

Terry raises his hands between the two of you in a peacemaking gesture. “Okay, okay. What happened?”

You cross your arms and lean back with a huff. “Jake and I had a little disagreement over his John McClane doll.”

“Action figure!” Jake protests. He leans forward and slams his hands down on his desk. “You killed John McClane!”

You groan. “For the last time, your John McClane action figure was not alive to begin with! I bought you a new one!”

“It’s not the same!”

“Alright, alright, hey! Just calm down for a second!” Terry yells.

Rosa stops next to your desk and regards the situation at hand with a raised eyebrow. “What the hell’s going on?”

Jake gestures to you angrily. “(y/n) killed my action figure and still hasn’t apologized for it!”

Rosa looks down at you. “You didn’t tell him?”

You look away from all of your colleagues and tuck your chin into your chest. “No.”

“Tell me what?” Jake yells, looking back and forth between you and Rosa.

“I have to get something out of the evidence room,” you excuse yourself with an obvious lie and walk away as fast as you can.

After watching you for a second, Rosa turns back to Jake with daggers in her eyes. “You’re an idiot, Peralta. Do you know how guilty (y/n)’s felt since that doll broke?”

“Action figure,” Jake mumbles a protest.

“Dude, shut up!” Terry shouts and shakes his head.

Rosa leans closer to him. “(y/n) got you a Die Hard poster autographed by Bruce Willis. So, if I were you, I’d go apologize to the coolest girlfriend ever.” 

She storms away and Jake looks up at Terry with wide eyes. “Oh my god. What should I do?”

Terry crosses his arms and nods toward Rosa. “She just told you. Go apologize before I kick your ass.” Jake nods and takes off toward the evidence room, hoping that that’s where you actually went. The door is shut when he gets there, as expected, but the detective hesitates for a moment before going in. After a few moments, he just says screw it and shoves the door open.

You jump at the unexpected noise and immediately turn away when you see Jake standing in the doorway. His heart sinks when he manages to catch a glimpse of your red eyes and how you’re trying to hide the way you’re wiping your nose. “Go away, Peralta,” you snap.

Shit. You haven’t called him that since you started dating.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry…” he starts.

You shake your head and cross your arms, still not looking at him. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I broke something really important to you; this is on me.”

“No, it’s not.” Jake walks around to your front and grasps your upper arms gently so you won’t turn away. “I was stupid and a child, and I got too caught up over a stupid action figure that my stupid dad got me when I was a stupid little kid. I guess it really only mattered to me so much because it came from him.”

He shakes his head to clear that thought and cups your chin gently. “But I was too blind to see that the best thing in my life is you, and I almost messed that up over a stupid doll.”

You laugh through the tears and your heart swells when Jake swipes them off of your cheeks with his thumbs. “Action figure,” you remind him of his previous argument. Your boyfriend breathes out a laugh before turning serious again. That’s what you love about Jake–He may act like a little kid and do some pretty idiotic things, but he always knows when his head needs to be on straight.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry,” he whispers. You smile and press the side of your face into his hand. “I don’t even care about the poster, I just care about you.”

You pull on his shirt and kiss him before he can babble any more apologies. When you pull away, Jake’s brown eyes bore into yours, and you peck his lips once more. “I love you,” you whisper.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight embrace. “I love you too. So much.”

Before the hug can last too long that neither of you will want to leave, you pull back and smile mischievously. “Do you want to see the poster?”

Jake practically squeals. “Yes, please!”

Artistic | Jake Peralta

Title: Artistic [soulmate au]
Author: Clara
Character: Jake Peralta
Warnings: None
Prompt: anon: “I was wondering if you’d be able to do some sort of soul mate AU (like having your SM’s first words to you on your skin) with either Jake Peralta or Bucky Barnes which ever one gives you the most inspiration?”
Inspired by: “soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/etc. it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well”

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warm blankets, soft sunlight, and amy santiago

or jake’s first morning out of prison

He wakes up before Amy. He knows she’s still asleep from the rhythm of her breathing, and so he lies there for a few moments without opening his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the blankets, the smell of the same air freshener Amy has been using for the past ten years, the sound of the hustle and bustle of Brooklyn outside of their apartment, and of course the feeling of Amy Santiago snuggled up to him, her arm draped over him and the tips of her fingers digging ever so slightly into him, as if she’d been scared that he’d disappear during the night, and her body pressed so closely to his that he can feel her breath.

When he does open his eyes he finds himself bathed in the soft morning sunlight, peeking through their half shut blind.

He peers down at Amy, and rolls onto his side as gently as he can to look at her properly; she gives a quiet groan, and her grip on him tightens ever so slightly, but she doesn’t wake up.

He smiles as he looks at her — the photos in his jail cell really do not compare at all to the practical goddess asleep in front of him. The morning light is making her glow, and she looks peaceful in a way that he hasn’t seen since before he was first arrested.

She really is the most beautiful person he has ever met.

He loves her. So much.

She stirs softly, moaning sleepily and not opening her eyes, she crawls even closer to Jake, burying her face in his chest.

“You’re here,” she murmurs with sleepy disbelief. “You’re really here.”

He smiles to himself as he pulls her in closer. “I really am,” he echoes.

It’s Amy’s turn to breathe him in; to revel in the feel of him, the warmth and safety and homeyness of his body.

“I missed you so much,” she breathes slowly, and he feels the words seep into his skin, and he hugs her even tighter to stop the sudden tears in his eyes from falling.

“I missed you too, Ames, so much,” he replies, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

“So much,” she echoes into his skin.

So much, he thinks. He missed her so much. He missed waking up like this so much — the slow mornings consisting warm blankets and comforting sunlight.

He missed home so much. He missed Amy Santiago so much.

“It really wasn’t home without you,” she whispers into his skin, “it really wasn’t,” a lump rises in his throat, and he thinks he can feel the dampness of tears on his chest.

“I love you, Ames, so much,” he says softly, his words ensnared in the sunlight.

She wriggles free of his grip just enough to look up at him. “I love you so much too,” she tells him, complete and utter adoration sparkling in her eyes.

She kisses him, and it feels like sunlight and blankets and like… her, god it feels like her — he can’t find another word.

It feels like home.

no one knows anything but us

it took me like 1793 attempts to write this but i finally got there phew. this is for all of u who got me to 2.5k wow weeeee i love you all a LOT.


It was Jake’s idea, much to her surprise.

And it came to him on a Tuesday, when she was about to fall asleep, her husband’s hand trailing lazily over the swell of her stomach. She didn’t have the energy to tell him to stop; mind you, she didn’t want him to stop either, his fingers lifting her(correction: his) shirt up over her bump, rubbing soothing circles into her skin where their tiny nugget had just kicked. It was calming, peaceful.

“Amy?”

“Mmm?”

“I don’t want the doctor to tell us what we’re having.”

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The ladies of the Nine-Nine are in charge of some last-minute mission together for their ex-Captain-become-commissioner and his husband’s vows renewal ceremony they finally managed to organise after years of talking about doing it when Amy suddenly rushes out of the main room and towards the bathroom without a warning.

She remains there for a good five minutes, leaving the other two alone, which allows her a suspicious look from her friends when she comes back, staring intently at her while she goes back to what she was doing before she disappeared and acts like nothing happened. Eventually though, feeling the women’s hard gaze on her in utter silence still after a full 30 seconds of having returned, she looks up at them, watching them questioningly as they didn’t move an inch – and don’t seem like doing so anytime soon.

“What?” she asks and sounds a little irritated when she speaks. “These decorations won’t put themselves on the walls by themselves, you know.”

“So you’re just gonna ignore what just happened?” Rosa snaps back – she couldn’t care less about those dumb decorations right now.

“What happened?” Amy feigns ignorance, though her heart starts beating faster in her chest, not liking where the conversation is most likely leading up to already.

“You rushing out to throw up. For the second time this morning.”

“I didn’t go to throw up!” The brunette tries to defend herself, but from the look her friends give her in return, it’s obvious they don’t believe her.

“You got a stain on your shirt,” Gina points with a disgusted grimace, and Amy quickly, worriedly lowers her gaze down to it, only to find nothing but a still pretty neat shirt there.

“Yeah, you definitely don’t have anything to hide.” She exchanges a knowing glance with Rosa after her trick worked.

The Sergeant sighs, defeated.

“Okay, fine. I think I might be pregnant. I haven’t been feeling too well lately, and I’m – I’m a week late already,” she confesses what the others already guessed.

It’s the first time she says her thoughts out loud since it occurred to her that she might be with child, and her heart tightens in her chest at the sound of it coming from her own mouth – in a good, warm way. She might be pregnant.

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Specialist | Jake Peralta

Title: Specialist
Author: Clara
Character: Jake Peralta
Warnings: none I don’t think
Prompt: @Lets-imagine-fanfics: “Hi, please could I get a one shot with Jake Peralta maybe reader is new to the 99 and was brought in as a specialist because she is a spy for like the government (or S.H.I.EL.D. if you wanna do a crossover) and she is kick ass but like nerdy as well and Peralta is just talking about his couple of weeks undercover and always asking spy questions like do you know james bond, or something like that”

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it’s amazing what baking can do

Okay so, this is my first attempt at writing and I’m not even sure myself what is going on here but anyway here it is. A massive shoutout to @elsaclack and @peraltiagoisland for being incredibly supporting and encouraging and for helping me and letting me yell about this.

(Title from “what baking can do” from Waitress)

Amy’s reading is interrupted by a loud clashing sound coming from the kitchen. She looks up from her book and listens, wondering what Jake could possibly be doing. They rarely cook anything, most of their meals consist of takeout or whatever Charles brings them, and when one of them does cook, or at least tries to, it usually ends in complete disaster. It is quiet for a bit so she decides to pay no mind to it and continue with the book as it is finally getting interesting.

No more than five lines later she hears the noise again, this time followed by what sounds very much like Jake cursing. She sighs and puts the book down. It is better to check what he is doing before he can make a mess, or break something, or hurt himself.

She is too late, though. Almost every single pot they own is on the counter, along with some bowls and plates of different sizes. The mixer is there too, all ready to be used, and is that the flour container by the coffee maker? He’s too focused looking for something in the fridge to notice Amy standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

It is only after he found whatever he was looking for, took it out, and placed it on the counter (how he found free space to put it, she has no idea) that he finally turns to her.

“It’s Boyle’s birthday tomorrow,” he says, matter-of-factly.

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