#amy santiago ➵ starter call !

[dreammakcra]

║ permanent starter call for amy santiago from brooklyn 99. played by melissa fumero ║

║ most wanted connections: jake peralta. rosa diaz ║

[afantasycourt]

independent multi muse rp account featuring a variety of muses from acotar, bridgerton, the witcher, marvel, and more. written by kel, 21+, she/her, uk based.

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currently reading: fourth wing

rules & mules are under read more

MUSES.

bridgerton.

hyacinth bridgerton: florence hunt, danielle rose russell

sophie beckett: alexandra dowling

francesca bridgerton: ruby stokes, hannah dodd.

lucy abernathy: adelaide kane.

kate sharma: simone ashley.

daphne bridgerton: phoebe dynevor

edwina sharma: charithra chandran

penelope featherington: nicola coughlan

anthony bridgerton: johnathan bailey

benedict bridgerton: luke thompson

colin bridgerton: luke newton

violet ledger (bridgerton) - ruth gemmell, connie jenkins

lady danbury - arsema thomas

queen charlotte - india ria amarteifio

a court of thorns & roses.

nesta acheron - phoebe tonkin

elain archeron - lily james

feyre archeron - freya allan

rhysand - undecided

throne of glass.

yrene towers - zendaya

elide lochan - danielle campbell

aelin galathynius - skylar samuels

dorian havilliard - matthew daddario

rowan whitehorn - henry cavill

the witcher.

jaskier - joey batey

yennefer of vengerberg - anya chalotra

cirilla of cintra - freya allan

shadow & bone.

alina starkov - jessie li mei

stranger things.

chrissy cunningham - grace van dien

eddie munson - joseph quinn

nancy wheeler - natalia dyer

once upon a time.

emma swan - jennifer morrison

robyn mills - tiera skovbye

alice jones - rose reynolds

snow white - ginnifer goodwin

drizella/ivy tremaine - adelaide kane

the musketeers.

queen anne - alexandra dowling

constance - tamla kari

ninon de larroque - annabelle wallis

aramis - santiago cabrera

merlin/arthurian legends.

lancelot du lac - santiago cabrera

elaine of corbenic - undecided

lady morgana - katie mcgrath

guinevere - angel coulby

the chronicles of narnia.

lucy pevensie - georgie henley

susan pevensie - anna popplewell

wednesday.

wednesday addams - jenna ortega

enid sinclair - emma myers

downton abbey.

sybil crawley - jessica brown findlay

daisy mason - sophie mcshera

other.

hayley marshall - phoebe tonkin ( originals )

hope mikaelson - danielle rose russell ( legacies )

rebecca mikaelson - claire holt ( originals )

freya mikaelson - riley voelkel ( originals )

amy pond - karen gillan ( doctor who )

yasmin khan - mandip gill ( doctor who )

morgan stark - katherine langford (marvel)

bucky barnes - sebastian stan (marvel).

peggy carter - hayley atwell (marvel)

rebecca barnes - tbd (marvel)

RULES

RULE ONE/OOC INFORMATION Hi, my name is Kel, I'm over 21+ and use the pronouns she/her. Time zone is GMT.For now, my blog will run on a queue as I'm busy with some real life stuff. But sometimes, I may come online for an hour or two, depending on my mood. Blog is selective, private and mutual only. Also OC, multi fandom and multi-muse friendly too.

 RULE TWO/THREADS AND REPLIES  Replies can take a while to reply to, but I am not ignoring anyone. Please message if I haven't replied within a month.The best way to begin threads are through sending ask memes. I will also post open starters and maybe the occasional starter call. Not really a plotting person either; prefer to go with the flow.

RULE THREE/TRIGGERS I don't really have any triggers. That being said I will tag other people's triggers the best I can, and if I don't feel free to send a message and let me know. Don't send anon hate either. We all make mistakes and can't remember everything. Regarding shipping, I'm open to anything really. That being said, don't force any ships on any of my characters. I'll just unfollow/block if it continues to happen.

RULE FOUR/ETIQUETTE I do not tolerate any forms of hate. Racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia and any other forms of hate are not tolerated on this blog and I don't want to see any of it on the dash. It's an immediate hard block if I see anything. Respect each other, it's not that hard.

RULE FIVE/SHIPPING. Regarding shipping, I'm open to anything really. That being said, don't force any ships on any of my characters. I'll just unfollow/block if it continues to happen. I mostly ship for chemistry, but don't mind discussing ships beforehand if anyone wants to try anything out.

RULE SIX/SMUT AND MATURE THEMES Smut will not be featured on this blog. All other mature themes will be tagged accordingly and I'm pretty much open to anything except rape, incest etc.

CREDIT All gifs, icons etc on this blog do not belong to me. Credit goes to their rightful owners.

[strawbrryrush]

post event starter/plotting call !! 

okay ill be honest imma drop like all my threads.. because they’re still a mix of winter- and all the things.. and id rather start fresh given my long hiatus alssl but there are some threads imma keep!! but for the most part gonna drop all.. so pls reply if youd like a closed starter from any of my muses!

Lettie Hatter - 2/4 ( sophie !!, josh !!) nothing really happened to her during the event?? given she didn’t participate.. but pls give my baking angel more friends- maybe even a love interest idk u didnt hear that from me!

Malcolm Bright-1/4, (seth !! )he got bonked over the head by his partner- like.. literal romantic partner, going through it.. already has a bestie, that’s faye but give him more friends pls hes awkward and antisocial!!

 Eric Northman -0/4, in a broody phase rn, his girlfriend wanted to unalive him and now is avoiding him.. maybe cheer him up??

Elena Gilbert -1/4, ( peter !! ) almost got killed by elijah- someone shes currently falling for- a little shook up.. give her a friend, anythingg!

Homura Akemi -0/4, was on the verge of unaliving her crush, but got kissed.. now is really realizing shes rly gay and likes madoka.. but pls give this broody girl some friends, maybe even a best friend?? someone she can brag about madoka to idk

Nami- 2/4, (mq !, Xie lian )do not talk to her, shes going through it.. she hurt people- and is just overall in her angsty phase of life.. but pls anyways give her friends, maybe a gf- idk..

Diana Meade-1/4, (cordelia !!) not a lot went down for this witch- but she saw what went down and is like ?? buttt pls give her a friend, love interest anythingg

 Faye Valentine- 0/4, again not too much happened, she witnessed and was like ?? damn ok. and was mainly focused on her perseverance.. she could use all the friends pls

Amy Santiago- 0/4, BIGGEST SAD FACE !! jake hurt her, and now shes big sad.. she loves jake with all her heart- and loves their family but is now heartbroken.. -so with that give her friends and all the hugs thank u and all the binders too.

 Charles Griffiths- 0/4, he got out unhurt, just saw what happened- and was shocked.. but other then that?? fine give him all the friends !

Tifa Lockhart- 0/4, when she finds out someone hurt aerith shes gonna be BIIIG mad.. -but pls give her besties !

Richie Gecko- 1/4, ( elliot !! )he did some things..went on a date- but?? give this man some besties..  and finally 

Jinx, 2/4, (silco !!, benjamin !!) ... did some bad things again, unalived someone, met stu- idk how shes gonna break the news to silco or vi that shes crushing on a guy she met in a midst of a murder.. but anyways give jinx some friends pls!!

[mastermicd-arch]

a little starter call for my sitcom muses, so hit the heart and pls specify which one ya want !     amy santiago –– brooklyn nine nine.     annie edison –– community.     britta perry –– community.     alexis rose –– schitts creek.     ted mullens –– schitts creek.     cece parekh –– new girl.     tahani al-jamil –– the good place.

[dreammakcr]

PERMANENT STARTER CALL FOR → AMY SANTIAGO

CANON CHARACTER FANDOM: brooklyn 99 SPECIES: human MOST WANTED CONNECTIONS: jake, rosa, gina

[mastcrmiind]

@strwbrrymccn​ // closed starter for rosa diaz && amy santiago

rosa had managed to narrowly escape the blonde she’d been set up on a blind date with. everything had seemed to be going so well, and then all of a sudden as if it were magic both of them were trying to murder each other. she decided she needed to keep her distance, so if she could hide out with amy for even a short period of time, that would be worth it. “amy!” she called out, making her way over to the other “mind if i crash whatever you’re doing?”

[divinitysouled]

permanent starter call ➵ AMY SANTIAGO from nbc’s brooklyn nine-nine !!

[lightexudes]

permanent starter call           amy santiago.

like this post if you are okay with me:

coming to you for plotting / with plot ideas

sending memes in from amy

make mood boards / aesthetics / etc. for our characters

post starters for your character/s from amy

important things to note about amy:

amy is primarily canon compliant.

my amy is bisexual, and i am open to shipping her with both canon characters from b99 and with crossover characters.

i will not have exclusives within the brooklyn nine-nine fandom.

mains & exclusives:

@nypdfinest     [ jake peralta ; main ]

*     if you are a multi-muse blog, please specify which character/s you would like to be included in this permanent starter call, and let me know if you ‘d like to be a main or exclusive !! as long as we have written together / plotted before, i am open to exclusives   *

[buriaely-a-blog]

mr stark i don’t feel so good

[thoughtfuladventures]

Welcome to the 99 ☁️

Jake Peralta x reader a one-shot

Standing outside of the 99th precinct, you took a deep breath, nervous for your first day on the job. Before you could take a step forward, someone exited the building. He spotted you and smiled a little.

"{L/n}. You're right on time." The man extended a hand. "Captain Raymond Holt. Welcome to the 99."

He led you upstairs and into the main area where you're "going to be working".

"Ooo! She's here!" you heard an excited voice call out.

"Everyone, this is {Y/n} {L/n}. She's been recruited into the precinct-"

"Hey {Y/n}!" a man interrupted, heading over to you.

"This is Detective Peralta," Holt explained.

"First name's Jake," he added, grinning. You smiled back.

"And this is Amy Santiago, Detectives Rosa Diaz and Charles Boyle, Sergeant Terry Jeffords, Gina Linetti, and Hitchcock and Scully."

You waved to all of them and were shown to your desk.

"You'll also be working with Peralta for the first couple of weeks - mostly to help you get accommodated and to show you the ropes, as it were." He turned to Jake, who was trying to act like he was not just eavesdropping. "Peralta, I want you two to work on the Grant case."

"Got it," he replied as Captain Holt walked away.

"So, the Grant case... what's that?" you asked, curious.

"Well, Frank Grant was the owner of a pizza place, and, uh, a couple days ago, someone started a fire inside and the whole place collapsed... him with it."

"That's horrible," you spoke. "Did you solve it?"

"No, but the Captain wants us to find that out together," he explained, pointing to the both of you.

"Cool! My first case!" you grinned.

"Come on, let's go check out the crime scene."

*

"This place is completely wrecked," you commented, upon seeing the burnt building. Jake turned to you.

"Let's just hope we don't meet-"

"Peralta. I'm surprised to see you here."

Jake sighed. "Boone."

"Boone?" you repeated, confused.

"Oh, who's this? Your girlfriend?" the so-called man named Boone asked.

"Whoa, I'm no one's girlfriend," you clarified.

"Yeah, she's not. But you wish," he whispered to Boone.

"What?"

"Anyways," Jake continued as he pulled you along with him, "we have a case to solve."

As soon as Boone was out of earshot, you got out of Jake's grip. "Who was that?"

"Boone, from the fire department."

"Why is he here? There's no fire anymore..."

"Tell that to him, but let's see if we can work this out."

*

"We solved the Grant case!" Jake called out, parading into the 99th precinct, you following behind.

"Congrats, detective," Captain Holt replied. "Or should I say... detectives."

"Yes!" Jake cheered, turning to you, both of you grinning. "You're a detective too!"

"So, who was the fire-starter?" Amy Santiago asked, grabbing your attention.

"It was actually one of Frank's employees." Others were now turning their heads, listening to the story. "Yeah, turns out, he hated his job--probably wasn't getting a decent paycheck--so he burned the place down. {Y/n} here," he ruffled your hair playfully, "quickly found him and practically hog-tied him--you should've seen it!"

"Alright, detectives," Holt interrupted. "Carry on."

Everyone resumed their activities. Jake turned to you. "Hey, come with me, I wanna show you around."

Intrigued, you followed him.

He led you to a smaller storage-like room, filled with boxes of files and paperwork.

"Okay, what's this place?" you asked, before tripping on a toy dollhouse at your feet. Falling, you grasped the closest thing to stabilize yourself, which happened to be Jake. Of course the world, you thought, seemed to hate you, as you awkwardly landed on top of him, your palms on his chest.

"Oh, that was Terry," Jake explained, groaning a little from the slight pain. "He was building that earlier for his daughters."

"Never mind that, are you okay?" you asked him, slowly starting to feel embarrassed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he responded before silence filled the room. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Slowly, he lifted his hand and cupped your chin with it. Pulling you ever-so-slowly closer to him, you realized what was about to happen. You smiled a little as your lips finally made contact, moulding together perfectly. He leaned in, deepening the kiss, as you started to scrunch up his shirt in your hands.

Voices and light catcalls pulled you back into reality.

You lifted your gaze to the open doorway, where you saw Amy, Rosa, Charles, Terry, and Gina gathered around in the hallway, watching you and the man you were on top of. Feeling your face start to heat up, you carefully and quickly made your way off of him and headed out of the room. "Alrighty, see you tomorrow," you called behind you, not daring to turn around.

"6 am tomorrow, detective {L/n}," Holt reminded you as you made your way to the coat rack.

"See you then," you replied, smiling at him.

You reached your things and began to gather them up when you noticed a tiny slip of paper peeking out of your coat pocket. You pulled it out and looked at it, trying to hide the smile quickly growing on your lips.

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Call me sometime Jake

[dreammakcra]

║ permanent starter call for rosa diaz from brooklyn 99. played by stephanei beatriz ║

║ most wanted opposites: amy santiago. jake peralta ║

[herheroics]

hello one and all !! hope you’re having a wonderful day/night !! this is a brand spankin new starter call for the following muses: amy santiago, arizona robbins, erin lindsay, evie, kensi blye, sylvie brett, calie adams-foster, elle woods, andy herrera, vic hughes, amanda rollins and sam griffiths. please specify what muse you’d like the starter for.

[strawbrryrush]

♥ event starter call !! ♥ lemme know who u want a starter from or we can just plot some things out !! tw: for murder, insanity, violence and all the fun things.

lettie hatter- not participating.. will most likely be hiding, because who wants to deal with this insanity?? 2/4 josh, calcifer

malcolm bright - w/ dani.. listen he’s usually the manic one, the mentally ill one.. but now dani is after him, and just the tables have turned..  2/4, dani, elliot

rapunzel - w/flynn .. trying her best to fight it, wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. especially flynn . 1/4, apollo

eric northman - w faye : dealing with faye trying to kill him, doesn’t want to hurt her.. since he’s soft and loves her now.. also he’s like 1000+ he could definitely fight this magic i’d say he’d be able to. 1/4, enzo

elena gilbert- w elijah : fighting for her LIFE :) if anyone wants to help protect her idunno. most likely dead and will come back without memory AGAIN :( 1/4 bonnie, kiara

homura akemi - w madoka: trying to harm madoka though that’s the last thing in this entire world she’d wanna do. 1/4 madoka

nami- w peggy carter: going thru insanity, might unalive peggy.. watch out for her weathering abilities.. u might get electrocuted 2/4 peggy, mq

diana meade w/jeremiah: trying to fight it, will most likely go haywire with her witch abilities. 2/4 jeremiah , melissa

faye valentine w/spike: trying her best to fight it, she knows how to work a gun and how to fight.. if anyone wants to be injured- or to injure her?? we can discuss.. idunno. 0/4

amy santiago w/jake: running for her life; fighting the magic, last thing she’d want to do is kill anyone, especially jake.. if anyone wants to team up w her or protect ..2/4, rosa, jake

charlie griffiths w tadashi : i’d like to say he’d fight his best, he’d be gentle towards others.. he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone- though if u hurt marie it’s free for all.. js. 1/4 tadashi

tifa lockhart w chu wanning: doing her best to fight it off, though might fall victim.. she’s extremely blessed in combat; will kick some ass.. 1/4, addison

richard gecko w sabina: man has the weakest mentality, is off the hinges. stay weary of him. 0/4

glimmer - not participating:.. will be SO confused.. she’s gonna be like ?? wtf is going on.. whatd i miss.. so if anyone wants this confused angel lets go 0/4

jinx w/ morticia addams : we all already know jinx without magic is insane, so this is going to make her that much more off the rocker.. she’ll be dashing everywhere; hallucinations at all time high... no explosions here because uh i guess she’s behaving but she’ll have some other nonexplosive gadgets.. 3/4 zoya, silco, vi

jade west w/beck : simply put shes trying to stab this man w scissors. 1/4 beck

[songbvrd]

Starter Call 

** bolded are the characters who specifically need more/who i have the most muse for

amy march (2/?) - ciel, jo march amy santiago (1/?) - rosa diaz andromeda black (2/?) - bellatrix black, hermione granger arya stark (1/?) - jon snow beau swan (2/?) - edward cullen, victoria beverly marsh (1/?) - roxanne weasley brienne of tarth (1/?) - jaime lannister cleo sertori (2/?) - rikki chadwick, isabella hartley connie (1/?) - sirius black dean winchester (4/?) - becky rosen, emma winchester, maggie, marlene mckinnon enid rhee (2/?) - beth greene, chainsaw harry potter (3/?) - lily evans, ginny weasley, luna lovegood hope mikaelson (2/?) - claire novak, fred weasley hugo weasley (4/?) - rose weasley, adam milligan, roxanne weasley, lily evans jay (1/?) - mal fae jesse turner (1/?) - chuck shurley jordan parrish (1/?) - lydia martin judith grimes (3/?) - mj jones, scorpius malfoy, ginny weasley katniss everdeen (2/?) - lila barton, clarke griffin kristoff (1/?) - elsa of arendelle liam dunbar (4/?) - claire novak, hallie, isaac lahey, malia tate lorcan scamander (5/?) - dominique weasley, fred weasley, roxanne weasley, leia organa, luna lovegood lydia dixon (1/?) - rose weasley mary macdonald (3/?) - frank longbottom, marlene mckinnon, madeline mckinnon guzman nunier osuna (1/?) - rio peter parker (2/?) - jemma simmons, natasha romanov rosalie hale (3/?) - bree tanner, eleanor cullen, victoria rosita espinosa (1/?) - glenn rhee tommen baratheon (2/?) - jaime lannister, rickon stark zoey clarke (1/?) - molly weasley

[amyscascadingtabs]

lights will guide you home

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Jake never thought he’d be the kind of person that felt a particularly strong bond to his home. He never saw himself loving his home, or longing to return there in the evenings, and he’d made peace with it.

He had grown up with home meaning loneliness - an empty apartment with various paint supplies and action figures arbitrarily scattered over free surfaces, sometimes loosely grouped after a half-hearted attempt at tidying up. If his dad was home, being home had too often meant slamming doors and raised voices, fighting echoing through walls and stripping away what bits of safety Jake associated with his living quarters.

He had resorted to other places for a feeling of home - to his Nana’s apartment and Gina’s house, to any other place where a safer, better home had been created for him to borrow when he needed one. He’d seen the charm of a home in the snack-filled fridge and softly playing music of his Nana’s apartment, in the sparkling decorations covering near every inch of Gina’s room. He’d felt comfortable there, felt happy, but he still hadn't thought of it as his home - only the closest thing he had. A bonus to the home he rarely enjoyed spending time in.

His college room hadn't been much of a home either. It had been a place to stay, dump his school books and store his alcohol and learn how to sleep with the noise of his roommate Kyle’s sonorous snoring filling the room. He tolerated it, felt a certain kind of pride and self-fulfillment when he put up a cherished Die Hard-poster over his bunk, but he hadn’t thought of it as home. Ending the day there had been a necessary ordeal rather than a goal to look forward to.

He spent the odd weekend and breaks at his childhood home. In a way, it was easier to stay there now, where even one home-cooked meal was an improvement to his abysmal college eating habits and even a night of playing charades and watching TV soaps with his mom was better than a ten-minute phone call, but for every time he returned there, it felt less like a current home and more like a past one.

The first place that truly became his own was Nana’s apartment, given to him as a gracious rent-controlled gift after she passed away. He’d filled the space with massage chairs and mix boards and Dorito bags, put up Die Hard-posters wherever there was free wall space to be found and created something which closely resembled a John McClane shrine in the bedroom. As far as living places go, Jake was convinced this was the best one of his life thus far. There was no one to complain about the mess or insist he’d get rid of the life-size Bruce Willis cardboard figure, no other person telling him to go to bed or snoring like a chainsaw or stumbling in drunk in the middle of the night. It was his home and his rules - whoever else spent time there only did so because he wanted them to. In comparison to anything he’d had before, it was heaven. He supposed it had to count as a home.

After graduating from the academy, Jake quickly discovered a thing about the reality of police work which hadn’t quite dawned on him during his many years fantasizing about it - it was time-consuming. Slowly but surely as the late nights and early mornings piled up, more and more of his smaller belongings made their way from his apartment to his desk, his changing room locker, his car. He saw less and less of his mom and non-work friends, more and more of his colleagues. With the hours spent at work increasing, the ones spent in his apartment decreased in a rapid decline, and soon briefing rooms, worn-out desk chairs with at least one broken rolly wheel and snack machines felt more like home than his apartment ever did.

The day he got promoted to Detective was the proudest and most nerve-wracking moment of his career. Proudest because he’d achieved one of his life’s goals, most nerve-wracking because it meant leaving his desk and his work partner Steve and every ounce of familiarity Jake had found at the 78th precinct. He was going to the 9-9 now, closer to his apartment but unknown to him otherwise, and he was queasy with nerves when he first exited through the fourth floor’s elevator doors. 

He hadn't known it then, but there had been no reason for him to be nervous. A short-grown, overly enthusiastic man introduced himself to him after a mere two minutes, and from that moment onwards, Jake Peralta had a new best friend in Charles Boyle. He worked his first case together with Rosa Diaz, his classmate from the Police Academy, and found himself getting along well with both the precinct’s Captain and Sergeant of the Detective Squad. He learned how to handle the temperamental microwave, how to avoid the men's bathroom right after detectives Hitchcock and Scully had been in there, and found an old toy police car in his room to place on his already messy desk. He ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the break room, showered in the precinct’s facilities, and learned how to deal with the stank of the break room couch enough for occasional catnaps. 

He barely noticed it happening himself, but when he went for a simple dinner at his mother's house and told her all about his new workplace, Karen had smiled and said: “Well, doesn't it look like you found your home?”.

Jake accepted that he had. After all, home was where your heart was, and his heart was firmly lodged somewhere in the cracks of the walls at the Nine-Nine.

When his poor financial skills forced him to exchange his Nana’s spacious flat for Gina's cramped starter apartment, he’d wondered for a while whether he would come to miss it. It had been his first own place, after all, but it hadn't ever felt like his home - more like a place he was borrowing for the time being. It was always someone else's place, lent to him but never truly his. Jake moved the belongings he kept to his new, smaller Cobbleditch flat, and in a few days, his living place was characteristically messy again. It still didn't feel much like a home or anything he looked forward to coming home to in the evenings, but he didn't mind. He had the Nine-Nine anyway.

The number of hours he spent in his apartment decreased further when he started dating Amy Santiago. Her apartment was bigger, cleaner and her shower had infinitely better water pressure than his own; it was heaven in comparison, however hesitant he was to admit it. He could see why Gina liked to make fun of Amy's taste in interior design, but Jake found it homely and comforting. It almost reminded him of what his Nana's apartment had looked like before he moved in, only better because it had Amy. 

He never truly noticed the shift, but as the days and weeks turned into months, he found himself longing for the moment work was over in a way he had rarely experienced before. As much as Jake loved his job, he now lived with the knowledge that something - someone - waited for him when his shift was over. Evenings spent on a couch in front of Property Brothers with Amy there, her head leaned against his shoulder and her arm wrapped around his torso while laughing at his commentary of the program was a million times better than the evenings Jake spent alone. Evenings with her were something he wanted to come home to.

It was becoming clear to him before, more so for every night he fell asleep listening to the sound of his girlfriend’s breathing and woke up to the noise of her moving around in the bedroom, but it turned a salient, unquestionable fact to him during the time he spent in Witsec in Florida - he’d begun to see Amy’s apartment as more than a temporary place to stay. Florida was humid and foreign and wrong, Larry’s house was nothing like the comforting aura of his own or Amy’s apartment or even the Nine-Nine, he was in the wrong place and he wanted to go home. Seconds before the phone call, he’d been talking to Amy about taking the serious adult relationship step of moving in together and here he was miles and miles away from her, no clue of how she was doing or when they would next see each other. Jake had been further away from Brooklyn in terms of distance before, but he’d never felt further away from his home. 

He came home from Florida with an injured leg, frosted tips, a head woozy from pain medication and a heart full of gratefulness about the fact that he had a place to call his home. Between the Nine-Nine, his own apartment and Amy’s place, Jake wasn’t certain where it was, but he knew for sure they were all paradises in comparison to the hellscape of Coral Palms. He fell asleep in Amy’s bed the first night back, being held close by the pair of arms he associated most with safety and love, and he woke up to soft kisses pressed to his cheeks, neck, nose - wherever she could reach. Reaching for her face so he could do the same without having to get up and put weight on his leg, he’d grinned wider than ever as he’d opened his eyes to her beaming smile. He’d known it then - this was coming home.

He moved in with her shortly before Christmas, rushing it once the decision was made. Jake had been reluctant to give up his apartment; the prospect of having it taken away made him think of it much more as a home and something he wanted to keep, but he'd eventually realized a substantial part of the reluctance was pure competitiveness. He’d understood it after he let her win; what items he truly associated with his home, like Die Hard merch and sneakers and his favorite cozy blanket with arms - a beloved Christmas gift from Charles - was stuff he could bring with him to Amy's place. He was sure they would even be able to find a place for the basketball hoop somewhere. What mattered was that he was moving in together with his girlfriend of one and a half years, earning himself more grown-up points than ever before while making a happier life for himself.

It was a weird change at first. They already spent most of their time together split between work and two apartments, but this was something else and something yet more intense. Amy was always around, and he loved it but felt unsure of how to handle it when she complained about his sneakers or tendency to forget taking out the trash. Likewise, he learned that Amy at least once a week tried cooking something that left their kitchen filled with a new abominable stench, and that she had a habit of moving his things away when he was just getting around to looking at them.

It took adjusting. It took a long, messy and wonderful month of adjusting for them both, but eventually, they had settled into a routine that suited them both. Amy learned to ask before she moved something of his, Jake let Amy write a post-it note about the trash to stick to the inside of the cupboard, and they made a deal about how often and under which conditions Amy could try her wings in the kitchen. It wasn't long before it felt so natural Jake wondered if this was the home he’d searched for all of his life; not just Amy, but also the space they shared. The one thing he knew for certain was that he wanted to stay forever. If he’d felt this way about the Nine-Nine, it was multiplied tenfold now.

The distance from home wasn��t the worst thing about prison, but out of the hundred-or-so things Jake could come up with, it was at least in the top five. He missed Amy, missed his work and his friends, he missed meals that didn’t taste like blended cat food and he missed home. It would hit him when he lay awake long after the sound of Caleb’s snoring began, the realization slamming over him like a militant wave, and he would force himself to stay silent but a few tears would slip out anyway.

He missed getting up in the mornings and finding his clothes quickly with the help of the organization system Amy had arranged in his closet. He missed making coffee for two and pouring them in matching mugs. He missed eating breakfast in tranquil silence, her reading a newspaper while he looked at his phone, both of them looking up at odd moments for a shared smile. He missed going to work together and he missed coming home at the end of the day. 

Coming home soon became one of Jake’s most common daydream topics in prison. Not just getting out, but coming home, walking through the doorway and breathing in that particular home-smell he only sensed when he had been gone for a while. He never understood the charm of it when he was younger, never found enough sense of comfort in a place to desperately long for it, but in the murky darkness of his cell at 02.30 a.m., it was crystal clear. He wanted to go home. Not just to the Nine-Nine, but home home.

When the day finally arrived, it was nothing like his dream scenarios of golden limousines and tons of reporters asking him and Rosa questions, but perfect simply because Amy picked him up. A car ride, flight, and car ride later, they were standing outside the well-known red door.

“Are you happy to be home?” She had asked, and he’d looked right at her to confirm that he had never been more exalted in his life.

Prison did bring him a new level of appreciation for his home. Small details which had bothered him earlier, such as the volume of his girlfriend’s 6 a.m. alarm and their upstairs neighbor’s tendency to do workouts with lots of jumping late at night, were now things he cherished all because they were part of his home. After living most of his years questioning whether he’d ever find a home aside from his workplace, Jake promised himself after prison to be grateful for every day he spent in the Brooklyn apartment. Twice in his life now he’d been forcefully separated from it, and twice he’d been allowed to return. He would never take it for granted.

Instead, he was thankful for every day he got to come home and drape his jacket over a chair, try to prepare something edible for dinner or a snack depending on the time of day, and make himself comfortable on the couch. Most often with Amy, sometimes alone - the perfect chance to watch Die Hard without her complaints - and every now and then with Charles, who claimed Jake’s television was much better for Disney movies. He longed during slow or tiring days at work for a day off to sleep in, wake up next to Amy, convince her to stay in their bed with him a little longer. He was grateful for every family game night with the Nine-Nine even though it always ended with something breaking, every slow day off where he didn’t feel the need to leave the house, every occasion his and Amy’s combined efforts in the kitchen produced a decent meal. 

He’d lost it all before, couldn’t know for sure he wouldn’t lose it all again, but until that day came - if it did - he would spend every day appreciative this was his home.

It was a home shared by two people, and then one day, they started preparing for it to be shared by three. A rainy November evening, Jake carried his sleeping daughter in the car seat over the doorstep, and from that moment onwards, it was her home, too. 

 He would make sure that she never associated her home with slamming doors and raised voices, but always associated it with safety and love. He’d promised this to himself before she was born, but repeated it to her the first time she fell asleep on him on the couch. 

The Peralta-Santiago apartment adjusted okay to a third inhabitant, but began to feel just a little too crowded once the number was raised to four. They searched for months led by Amy and a thick house hunting binder, but eventually, they found the perfect object to buy. 

Despite already being a married father of two when it happened, Jake had never felt quite as grown up as he did when they signed the papers for their new place. A two-story, four-bedroom house with a newly renovated kitchen and small garden in a child-friendly area was theirs, and they high-fived afterward, laughing together in disbelief.

Packing together with a four-year-old and an eleven-month-old proved a near-impossible challenge. Their oldest daughter could be some help if she was in the right mood or motivated by the promise of ice cream, but their youngest found the prospect of using the boxes to stand and then emptying out whatever items were in there one by one to be funnier than anything else. Packing became something they had to do late at night or with someone babysitting, making it that much more difficult to find the time. Jake thought it was practically a miracle they even got done before the new owners moved in.

He stood in the doorway for a minute extra before they left on moving day, holding his youngest daughter and thinking that she was the only one of them who would never come to remember this place. 

This apartment had been the first place aside from the Nine-Nine where he’d found a home he was safe in, a home he loved and wanted to come home to at the end of the day. He never thought he’d find one, but he had, and it had changed his entire world for the better. 

He was going to make a new home now - together with Amy and together with their daughters. Despite the pressure, he’d never been more excited.

A small hand, tugging at his shirt from behind, brought him back to reality.

“Dad”, Leah told him with a decisive glare. “Come on, we have to go.”

He’d smiled, taking one of her hands in his. “Do you think you’ll miss this place, Lee?”

The four-year-old had simply shrugged at that, not stopping for a moment of reflection. “No. You said we were getting a trampoline when we move and mom said I could maybe get a Moana wall. Let's go!”

She’d pulled at his arm and Jake had no choice but to follow, leaving their old home behind without a last glance.

Home is where your heart is.

They were getting a trampoline for the new place, after all.

[peraltasames]

all i know is a newfound grace

requested by @capnperaltiago & anonymous - 32. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

c h e e s y af + an excuse for me to write more taylor swift-inspired early relationship fluff about amy falling for jake instead of studying shocking

read on ao3

Jake has always been full of surprises.

Some are unwelcome, like his “Peralta guarantee” that resulted in her having to take him to the ER, or the ants she found in her car weeks after he left a half-eaten candy bar in the glove compartment during a stakeout to “keep it safe” while they chased their perp. Others, however, such as the unexpected acts of kindness and bravery and sometimes even maturity that he’s displayed over the years she’s known him, have caught her so off guard that it took a long time - longer than it should have, really - for her to acknowledge her feelings for him.

Over the course of one evening alone, one of their first dates - their fifth, to be exact - she actually loses track of how many times she’s astounded by him.

He shows up early, for starters. Jake is rarely on time, she’s grown to expect tardiness, so when he knocks on her door more than ten minutes prior to the agreed upon time - she was ready twenty minutes earlier, of course, but she would be foolish to start holding him to Santiago standards - Amy thinks her ears are deceiving her.

He brings flowers. They’re light pink orchids, her favourite, and slightly wilted because he bought them that morning when they caught his eye at a stand on the way to work and he thought of her and he is still Jake, so it makes sense that he didn’t think to put them in water. The sentiment is so sweet that she could not care less about how they look as she puts them in her nicest vase.

It’s his turn to pick the restaurant, so she’s fully prepared to spend the evening at the nearest buffet with bottomless chicken fingers. She does very little to hide her affection, stopping to kiss his cheek in the middle of the sidewalk, when he states that he picked a nice, casual Cuban restaurant within walking distance to her place because, according to Jake, she “mentioned that she missed her mom’s cooking” and she “is always talking about how he should get more exercise.”

Throughout dinner, as she watches him nearly cry after they place a bet on who can handle the most hot sauce (winner picks the movie later) and observes the way his eyes light up with genuine interest and adoration as she talks about her day, Amy comes to the most startling revelation thus far: she’s totally falling for him. Hard.

It’s a little intimidating; Amy doesn’t have commitment issues per se, but it’s a little overwhelming to not be able to breathe normally at two o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon because Jake is smiling at her across their desks or have her mind clogged with images of him in her bedroom last night when she’s trying to focus on her paperwork (she’s made two typos this week).

Perhaps even more surprising is how incredibly safe and at ease she feels with Jake despite the intense emotional rush. It’s a lot less scary jumping off the deep end when she’s almost certain he’s going to be there to catch her.

“That was amazing,” Amy says as they walk out of the restaurant and onto the street, the sky coloured with orange and pink hues as the sun sets over the city. It’s a gorgeous late summer evening, the kind that could only be improved upon by the large amount of tamales in her stomach and the light, fluttering sensation in her chest.

Her hand reaches down to tangle her fingers with Jake’s without much of a thought, but it’s still a new enough concept - them, Jake and Amy, holding hands - that her grip remains loose until he smiles at her and tightens his hold.

“I agree. Although, in the future, I probably shouldn’t make bets that I have no chance winning.”

She pats his hand reverently. “Yeah, that was a long shot.”

“I thought maybe you would cut me some slack out of pity after my eyes started to water, but it appears even my girlfriend will show me no mercy.”

The casual usage of the word “girlfriend” delays her response time considerably while she takes a moment to replay it in her brain, but she quickly recovers when she feels him turn to look at her.

“Your eyes weren’t watering, Jake, you were straight up crying,” she teases him, gently bumping his arm with hers. “In your defense, it wasn’t really a fair fight.” He looks at her hopefully for a moment, and she shakes her head. “We’re still watching Harry Potter. I won fair and square!”

He sighs dramatically as they reach her building, his hand slipping out of hers and immediately moving to her back as they walk up the steps. “You did.”

Amy smiles to herself at her boyfriend’s - not partner’s, not colleague’s, not friend’s, boyfriend’s - antics as she stops at the top of her stoop to rifle through her purse for her keys. Once she’s secured the keychain, she glances up to find Jake gazing at her - a gaze she’s become very well-acquainted with over the past weeks - with his eyes flickering from hers to her lips, his bright smile fading into a serious, fixated expression. Maybe it’s the two margaritas she had with dinner or the fact that she’s felt increasingly secure in their relationship with every passing day thus far, but she doesn’t wait for him to make the next move.

Completely indifferent to the dozens of New Yorkers enjoying an evening stroll, Amy rolls up onto her tiptoes, an easier feat with the heels she’s wearing, and presses her lips to his. It’s already an automatic response for her to wrap her arms around his shoulders and his hands to rest on her waist, pulling her closer.

He quickly deepens the kiss, angling his head for better access, and she’s once again overwhelmed by the feeling of intoxication that comes with kissing him. It’s very quickly become the only thing she wants to do at any given moment, something she can’t believe she’s missed out on for all these years. It’s dangerous to throw words like “love” and “fate” around this early in a relationship, even in the confines of a journal entry or a phone call with Kylie, but there’s no denying that even her best kisses with Teddy or previous boyfriends never made her feel like this.

(Like she’s floating.

Like this is it for her.)

She melts into him, and an unprecedented urge to pop her foot up in the air like she’s in a movie washes over her. It feels like nothing short of a fairytale when he reaches up with one hand to cup her cheek and they gently pull away, remaining close enough that their noses brush and keeping their eyes closed, neither of them ready to burst the bubble of passion and intense emotion that’s enveloped them.

“Wow,” she whispers, worried that speaking too loudly will disrupt the tranquility of the moment. She slowly draws away from him as her eyes flutter open, and he comes to the surface a moment later, his grip on her waist loosening slightly. “That was, um…”

Jake lets out a breathy laugh, his eyes shining with raw affection as he takes in the similar smile gracing her face. “…Yeah.”

She’s positive she could stay here until morning as long as she gets to keep kissing him, but a cool breeze sends goosebumps up her body. He immediately detects her shivering and responds by rubbing his hands up and down her bare arms. It’s such a natural response that she can’t help but wonder how many times he’s watched her complain about being cold before, how many times he’s stopped himself from trying to warm her up.

“Should we go inside?”

She nods, unlocking the door and reaching out behind her to take his hand and lead him in.

About halfway through Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, while curled up on the couch with her head on Jake’s shoulder and laughing softly as he imitates the characters with varying degrees of horrible English accents, she realizes she shouldn’t be surprised at all. Some small part of her, though she repressed and fought and ignored it for as long as possible, has been falling for this idiot since the day she met him.