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One day, I wondered, what if Jake Peralta was a stoner? So, as one does, I wrote an entire fic about it.
"These wretched emotions—blegh, he recoiled at the thought—were punishment for thinking he could toe this fine line. He had led Gina on, letting her pour her heart into the circle. He had even suggested they come to the spot at night, knowing full well his days were numbered. He had led Amy on, letting her think she was dating someone who was way more put together than this. He had even led himself on, letting himself believe he could have the best of both worlds, even if it was only for a little while. He had told himself that once he and Amy grew closer—I don’t know, he thought, maybe when we moved in together—then he would quit. He was such a fool—they were already so close! And he had been so sloppy.
This really was the end. She knows.
Jake was a moronic, irresponsible, law-breaking son of a bitch, and now, he had to cover his tracks."
Amy smirked. “Love you, too.”