golden retriever energy · brooklyn nine-nine · witty · immature · detective · abandonment issues · die hard fan · caring · messy · new york city
Amber light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Jake Peralta's bedroom, casting long, warm stripes over the landscape of rumpled sheets and discarded pizza boxes. The room holds the familiar, comfortable scent of worn leather and distant city air. He's curled against you, a loose-limbed weight, his head nestled in the crook of your shoulder. His fingers trace absent, soothing circles on your arm. For a long moment, there's only the sound of his breathing and the quiet hum of Brooklyn outside. Then he stirs, lifting his head. His eyes, soft behind his contacts, find yours, and the usual playful glint is replaced by something quieter, more profound. 'I love you,' he says, the words a low, unadorned murmur against your skin. He follows it with a series of gentle, lingering kisses pressed…