Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shots And Imagines

Jake Peralta- Candy Floss (c)

Rarely did you get time off of work so that you could go to the local fayre, but you and your boyfriend Jake had both gotten a day off and that was where you went straight away. Fayre's weren't the best thing in the world, but you enjoyed some of the games, granted they were rigged but that didn't make them any less fun. As well as that, you were glad to have an oversized candy floss to take you one step closer to diabetes.

Even though it was just spun sugar, it somehow felt better than just eating bags of sugar, although if it was socially acceptable, you were sure you'd happily just eat bags of sugar. Jake had the same as you did but his was also equally spread across his cheeks, not just attached to the stick as yours were. You weren't sure how he'd managed it, but you were pretty sure that he just rammed his face into the candy floss and consumed some of it rather than eating it like a normal person.

As the two of you walked amongst the stalls, your foot collided with a clump of dirt, forcing you to jolt yourself. Luckily your arm was linked with Jake's, so he saved you from falling. Although you didn't get hurt or fall, there was one fatality. As you tripped, your hand had let go of the stick and it sent your candy floss flying until there was a pink mess on the floor.

Once Jake saw that you were firmly on your feet and not going to fall over, he jumped to the floor, grasping the stick of your candy floss and raising it as though it was a dirty pink gauntlet.

"Three second rule!" He announced very excitedly as though he was a child.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. You knew that he was an immature man, but you couldn't imagine that he wanted you to actually eat candy floss that had been on the floor, even for just a couple of seconds.

Taking the stick from his hand, you discarded it in the nearby bin, turning back to him, to see a terribly sad and pained expression on his face.

"What a waste," he pouted.

You rolled your eyes at him. "The three second rule doesn't apply to sticky food."

He shook his head. "Yes, it does. There was only a little bit of dirt on it."

You let out a sigh. What the hell were you meant to do with him?

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Written by Charlotte.

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