Various x reader

Jake Peralta x reader - Jump

Word count: 438 

Requested by: My brain again

A/N: I have no idea where this idea came from actually

TW: Mentions of suicide 

Y/N hated this. She hated that the love of her life, or, at least she thought, was cheating on her.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Her parents were dead, killed in a car crash.

Her husband, or rather, ex-husband, Elliot, of 3 years suddenly decided she wasn't good enough.

Y/N sat on the railing of the Brooklyn bridge, looking down at the abyss. The abyss she just wanted to swallow her whole.

The pain was almost too much to bear. The sorrow of her divorce, the loss of her parents, it was too much for a 35 year old. She just wanted to end it all.

Her hands gripped the railing, her knuckles turning slightly white. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her h/c hair blew slightly in the wind.

"Hey," a voice said softly from behind y/n.

She turned around slowly to see who it was.

It was a man. He had deep brown eyes, eyes that you could drown in. His hair was short and fluffy, a shade or two darker than his eyes.

He was beautiful.

"What do you want?" asked Y/N.

"I'm here to negotiate with you."

"For what?" she replied bitterly. "My life?"

"Uh... Yes?" the stranger answered. "My name is Jake Peralta. I'm a detective in the NYPD."

"Great," the girl muttered. "A cop. And there's not much use negotiating. I've already made up my mind."

The cop - Jake - frowned. "Please, don't jump."

"Why not? It's not like there's anyone left who cares about me."

"At least talk to me before you do. Please. Tell me what's wrong."

"I told you!" she snapped. "No one cares about me, and no one's gonna just start today."

"Hey," Jake said. "Ya never know."

There was a pause.

And another.

"My husband was cheating on me. I divorced him."

Jake came over and leaned on the railing next to where she was sitting.

"My parents died when I was 20."

A pause.

"I never had many friends because people don't like to hang out with you when you're depressed. You're depressed because you don't have many friends."

Jake put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I just wish..." Y/N sighed. "I just wish someone cared about me, you know? I want someone to be there for me."

She wiped her face with the palms of her hands.

"Thank you, Detective Peralta."

"Please," the cop said, helping her off the railing. "Call me Jake."

"Jake. Thank you. This uh... This might seem like a weird request, but can I have a hug?"

Jake pulled her into a tight bear hug. "I'm happy to help."