⊹₊⟡⋆    𝕬 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗔 𝕱𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡   ✶ ۫
⋆˚｡⋆౨ৎ ⋆｡‧₊°♱༺ 𓆩❦︎𓆪 ༻♱༉‧₊˚. ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

❛                       just say that you need me
i can't care 'bout anything but you      ❜

ANDREW PAXTON ❪ ryan reynolds ❫ : Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to changed. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn't realize any of this, until I was standing alone -- in a barn -- wifeless. Now, you could imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me, because I'd like to date you.

THE PROPOSAL ❪ 2009 ❫

❛         i have nothing special, but if you
laugh, it means i can do one thing.      ❜

CHANDLER BING  ❪ matthew perry ❫ : besides, worse comes to worse, i'll be your boyfriend.

MONICA GELLER  ❪ courteney cox ❫ : yeah, right.

CHANDLER BING  ❪ matthew perry ❫ : why is that so funny?

MONICA GELLER  ❪ courteney cox ❫ : you made a joke, right? so i laughed.

CHANDLER BING  ❪ matthew perry ❫ : a little too hard. what, am i not boyfriend material?

FRIENDS ❪ 1994 ❫

ᰋ  ☆  ?!   #      SUMMARY   ˖ 

˚ ༘  ✶ ⋆   might not be forever but if
it's forever, it's even better   ｡⋆୨୧˚

JAKE PERALTA wasn't what anyone would call a "master of time management." He lived life on the edge-of deadlines, that is-barreling through Brooklyn like a human hurricane. Late again, coffee in hand and a questionable donut stuffed in his mouth, Jake burst through the precinct doors with the confidence of someone who had absolutely no idea what time it was. Life was all about improvisation, and if there was one thing Jake could do, it was make things up as he went along.  Why bother, when the best moments in life came from flying by the seat of your pants? Need a nickname for a perp? Easy. Flash a badge in a bar to get free nachos? Child's play. But even Jake Peralta couldn't have predicted the way one broken elevator would turn his entire world upside down.

It started like this: he had just squeezed into the old, groaning elevator, muttering something about its "deathtrap energy," when it lurched to a stop with a bone-rattling screech. Jake stumbled, his coffee sloshing dangerously close to his beloved leather jacket.

"Of course," he said to no one in particular, throwing his arms up in mock exasperation. "This is how I go-death by crappy city infrastructure. Tell Charles he can have my DVDs."

That's when he realized he wasn't alone.

She was standing in the corner of the elevator, leaning awkwardly against the wall like someone trying to look casual but not quite pulling it off. Her tote bag was overstuffed and precariously dangling from one shoulder, and her hair was escaping from what might have been a ponytail once upon a time. She glanced up from the screen of her cracked phone, her dark eyes meeting his with an expression that screamed, Seriously?

"Don't worry," Jake said, flashing his most disarming smile. "If we're stuck in here long enough, I can probably MacGyver our way out. I've seen Die Hard a bunch of times."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's... comforting."

"And if all else fails," Jake continued, undeterred, "we can bond over the shared trauma of elevator captivity. Unless you're one of those 'I need my personal space' types. In that case, we can sit in silence and think about our mistakes."

By the time the elevator finally jolted back to life and they stumbled out into the fluorescent-lit hallway, Jake had already crafted an entire backstory for his accidental companion. Probably an overworked journalist, he decided, or someone who sold artisanal candles on Etsy. Definitely not someone he'd ever see again. People didn't just walk into his life and stick around.

Except the next day, she did.

When Captain Holt called everyone into the bullpen for an announcement, Jake slouched into his usual seat, ready to zone out. But then Holt introduced the precinct's newest detective: Robin Morales.

Jake sat up straighter, squinting at the woman standing at the front of the room. Messy ponytail? Check. Overstuffed tote bag? Check. It was Elevator Girl.

For a moment, Robin's eyes swept over the room with a blend of curiosity and barely disguised amusement. Then her gaze landed on Jake, and recognition flickered across her face. She smirked, just slightly, as if she'd already figured him out.

Jake, on the other hand, felt his stomach drop. Because as much as he loved a good coincidence, this one had complications written all over it.

As the weeks unfolded, Robin proved to be as chaotic and brilliant as Jake himself, constantly pushing boundaries, poking holes in his plans, and occasionally stealing his snacks just to keep him on his toes. They bickered like siblings, teamed up like lifelong friends, and somehow managed to drag each other through stakeouts, interrogations, and endless late nights.

But beneath the banter and the friendly rivalry, there was something else. Something neither of them wanted to admit.

Jake started to notice the way Robin's nose crinkled when she was deep in thought, or how she had a habit of doodling on napkins during stakeouts. Robin, meanwhile, couldn't ignore how Jake always seemed to make her laugh, even when she was at her wit's end. They were both messy, scattered, and full of bad habits, but somehow, they fit.

As the precinct's chaos swirled around them, Jake began to wonder if maybe-just maybe-the elevator wasn't a fluke. Maybe it was the start of something they hadn't figured out yet. Something worth sticking around for.

Because for all their bickering and banter, Jake and Robin had one undeniable thing in common: they were better together, even if neither of them was ready to admit it just yet.

𝓒AST  ━━   ❛   you my favorite color, now
you seein' every shade of me   ❜    ୭  ˚. ⋆  𐙚

╭                ━━━━  𓆩⟡𓆪  ━━━━              ╮

╰               ━━━━  𓆩⟡𓆪  ━━━━               ╯

𝓙ACOB 𝓟ERALTA        ━━       𝒋ake
𝒊.               ✧              andy j. samberg

❛  they asked me, "what can you do?"
"so far, make people laugh."              ❜

𝓡OBIN 𝓜ORALES       ━━     𝒃obbi
𝒊.                   ✧                ana de armas

❛       i know you're tired of loving, of
loving with nobody to love                ❜

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BROOKLYN 99 CAST              𝕿𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗦
❪  constantly updated ❫
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▌  WARNINGS  . . .
this book may contains strong language, injury and mention of death, sad scenes, use of alcol, mentions of sex and overall mature scene. these themes are used for storytelling purposes and are not meant to minimize or trivialize the complexity or seriousness in real life.
▌  DISCLAIMER  . . .
All rights to the characters belong to me and to the creators of brooklyn 99 !!!
Graphics are mine as well. ( Cover inspired by some graphics on pinterest ).
This is a work of fiction. the characters in this story are used for narrative purposes only and do not reflect the real-life opinions, experiences, or actions of the actors. any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons is purely coincidental.
▌  PUBLISHED   . . .
06-12-2024

i apologize for any grammatical mistakes as
english is not my first language 🤍

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