#andy samburg

[greyyson-but-no]

love foolosophy

; mild talk of SA, goes into no detail ; female reader ; miscommunication ; 16+ ;

as you exited shaw's bar, you only got a couple meters before peralta came bundling after you, shoving his coat around his shoulders and calling after you like a madman. swinging around, you waiting for him to catch up.

when he did, his eyebrows furrowed at you. "why'd you stop?"

confused, you shifted awkwardly on your feet. "because you were shouting after me? i assumed you had something to wanted to talk to me about."

"no." jake shook his head, starting to walk with no warning. "jus' wanted to walk you home, s'all."

really, he'd given you no choice but to follow him. it was impossible to not be curious though. he had been acting... weird these past couple months. there had been a case at the point where he changed, a young woman had been walking late at night. while holt had offered you the case, you turned it down, but you had never told jake or anyone else in the precinct why.

ever since you had turned that case down, he'd been more protective, you supposed was the way to word it. stuff like this, walking you home, making sure you've got all your protective gear on before a particularly dangerous case.

but you had also noticed other things. stares from across the bullpen, struggling to hide his excitement when you got paired on a case together. once, him and boyle had been speaking and when you'd walked into the conversation, charles had given jake that look before he walked away, the topic of whatever conversation falling into nothing.

"why?" you had your suspicions, of course, but you needed hard evidence. jake just wasn't going to give it to you.

the cop shrugged next to you. "no reason."

that wasn't where you were going to end it, though. it was almost as if you were treating it like he was a perp in the interrogation room, but that was the only possible way you were going to get the truth out of him. "but i live the closest to shaw's than anyone else."

he scoffed, crossing his arms as he walked, and suddenly he was the unserious 'joke' peralta. "well sorry, didn't know i wasn't allowed to spend time with my friend."

"you know i like spending time with you, it's just..." but you faded off.

jake turned to look at you temporarily. as much as he would have liked to keep up the humorous side of him, he could tell this was turning into a serious moment. "go on."

under the awkwardness, you laughed, continuing to walk as you turned onto the street with your apartment block. "something's changed. with you."

"what do you mean?" he swallowed. he knew where this was going.

buzzing yourself into the building, the two of you made your way towards the elevator. "ever since i turned down that SA case a couple months back, you've started acting differently."

"i don't..." and he sort of faded his own words, as if he didn't know what to say. it was clear he knew something was wrong, he was clear he didn't know what to do about it. it was also clear he had never been accused of stuff like this before, especially not to his face.

"you don't make the same joke around me. you.." pausing, you turned towards him in the elevator. "you pull things like this, walking me home? before that case you never would have done something like this."

he held his hand out. "y/n-"

shrugging, you shoved your hands into your pockets, starting to get a tiny bit riled up. "do you see me as... less or something? like, not as tough, just because i turned down that case? like i need babying, walking home because i can't handle myself? what is it, jake? because i'm not a fan of it, you know i don't like being babied."

"believe me, it's not that." he fumbled over his words as the elevator opened and the two of you naturally started walking towards the apartment with your number on it. "i wish it could be more simpler than it is but it's not."

"what are you saying, jake?" you pulled your keys out, opening the door, leaving the door swinging open.

when he caught your eyes, he sighed, a smile curling itself into the corners of his lips. "you're one of the most... badass people i know, the only person more so is probably rosa, and that's literally rosa, like, that's not evening an argument."

"jake."

"yeah sorry, getting to the point." he coughed, leaning against the doorframe as you fell onto your hip for some rest. "it got me curious, when you turned down that case, you hadn't turned down any other cases like that, so i did some digging. turns out, there was a case around seven years ago, with the exact same circumstances. a young woman, in brooklyn, on 8th, but the case never went any further than a report."

your stomach twisted as he went further. "jake, i don't-"

the cop held out his hand, letting you take it. "i'll shut up soon, i swear, trust me." and when you nodded for him to continue, he started speaking again. "realising that you were the girl, that the person who did that to you had done it again.. suddenly it made sense why you'd refused the case, it made sense why holt would let you refuse the case. and... it made me scared."

what?

"because there you were, standing in front of me, the strong standing, brilliantly genius, incredible you. and all i could see was the you seven years ago."

swallowing, you pried your hands away from his. "jake, please." and you walked into your apartment, letting jake follow if he really wanted to, which he did, closing the door behind him.

"it's selfish, but i got nervous that it could happen again. now, i know you can handle yourself better than anyone, i mean, probably better than i could protect you, but just..." he paused, looking down at the floor then back up to you. "my feelings got the better of me and i'm sorry if that got in the way of, or change, our friendship."

dropping your bag onto the countertop, you furrowed your eyebrows at him, taken aback. "your feelings?"

he ignored you, not wanting to admit to his admission. "because i really love what we have, our banter-y, back and forth friendship we have, and i wouldn't want to do anything that could jeopardize that."

"hold on." you tried to get him to stop talking.

but as he continued speaking, everything came together. he hadn't been walking home because he thought you couldn't handle yourself, he wasn't excited to work a case with you because it meant he could keep you safe - he fucking liked you. he walked you home because he wanted to make sure you were safe and work cases with you to spend more time with you.

and he was still fucking yapping. he'd falling into some form of rabbit hole about how male/female friendships are so important in order to disprove heteronormative lifestyles. at this point, you were no longer keeping track of what he was saying.

all you could see was the way his eyebrows raised as he said something he didn't quite agree with, he was just saying to say something. how he grinned at the little jokes he put in that you couldn't keep up with and his eyes lit up whenever he made direct eye contact with you.

you were a terrible detective. how the fuck had you not noticed this before?

pulling your jacket off, you left him to yap to himself for a bit, letting him sit for a bit as you considered your options. there were too many outcomes, but as you watched him, you knew exactly which one you had to go with. there wasn't another way that wouldn't end things as well as this one could.

he stopped talking when you reached for his hand at his side, pulling it up to rest within your two. "oh god, so much could go wrong with what i'm amount to do." you whispered.

you moved your hands to his cheeks, pulling him down to your level and letting your lips press against his. they were much softer than you first anticipated, but soon enough you fell into it. it took him a bit longer; he didn't quite understand what was happening until he came back down to earth. when he did, he fell into it as well, resting his hands on your waist and pulling you into him, letting the kiss get a bit deeper.

when he pulled away, he mirrored the grin that was plastered on your face. "so..."

you laughed, head falling into his chest. "shut up."

"yes ma'am." he jokingly saluted as you pulled him in for yet another kiss. even though many more things could go wrong, and nothing was set in stone just yet, you both knew this was the start. the start of something incredible, whether things went wrong along the way or not.

[motherearthlovesus]

re-watching brooklyn 99 for andy samburg, just to feel something

[succubussally]

I strongly suspected they were going to do this and I was not disappointed

[fromsupernaturaltof1]

they are long lost twins actually

[plumspider]

doug judy would’ve loved the lonely island

[your-daily-snl]

The All My Children Wrap Party, in which the cast of a long-running soap opera returns for the final wrap party after their disappearances...or were they pushed?!

Original Air Date: 2011

[smashpages]

‘The Holy Roller’ is throwing strikes at Neo-Nazis in a new series by Andy Samburg, Rick Remender, Joe Trohman + Roland Boschi

“If you have ever found yourself wondering, ‘Why is there no comic book about a vigilante hero who smashes people’s faces in with a bowling ball?’ you are in LUCK, bruv!”

[the-sage-libriomancer]

this is gonna be such a niche poll but i'm genuinely curious:

edit: sorry ab the typo, obviously that should be andy samburg *facepalms*

[libraryfag]

I finished all 52 episodes of adventure time season 5

[shortbreadly]

i found my old notes page where i’d write down my dreams. these were the ‘highlights’

[livefromny]

I have this feeling that Josh Dun and Andy Samburg would get along well

[v-a-t-i-o]

bananas that this song is about andy samburg 😒

[bellamygate]

Andy samburg in the later seasons of b99😳😩🥵🤤🥴

[sillyconversations]

Am I ovulating or is Andy Samburg hot?

[your-daily-snl]

Motion Capture, in which football star Eli Manning has a little trouble figuring out the perfect "celebration dance" for the latest MADDEN game.

Original Air Date: 2012

[smashpages]

Preview pages from The Holy Roller #1 (Image Comics, November 2023) by Andy Samburg, Rick Remender, Joe Trohman and Roland Boschi