#and i just watched amy and jake's wedding
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Lake House (Rosa Diaz)
Summary: Rosa gets high on edibles, against your much better judgement, and faces the consequences. After which, of course, you let her get a little reward, so to speak. And, a serious conversation ensues.
Rosa Diaz x Fem!Wife!Reader
Warnings: Tiny bit of smut.
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You rifled through your bag, trying to find your spare lip balm, when you came across a bottle of edibles. You sighed, a small, amused smile on your face, as you went to your room to see Rosa seated on the bed comfortably.
"Rosita, my love," you smiled sweetly, using the nickname you kept reserved for when she was acting childishly or if she was in trouble. You held up the bottle of pills, "What have I said about taking edibles on a holiday?"
She groaned and looked at you, "N/n, come on, it's a holiday, Peralta and Santiago are gonna bring their kid there, and--"
"No," you said, putting the bottle in your dresser drawer. "I will have no excuses. The last time you had an edible, you were so high that you asked me if I was single and cried when you saw my engagement ring."
"When was that?" She asked, frowning as her mind went fuzzy during the recollection.
"The day before our wedding, idiot," you chuckled. "See, this is what I mean."
"I hate that you're always right," she muttered, crossing her arms and pouting.
"Rosita," you laughed, leaping into bed beside her. You rested your head on her shoulder and smiled, "If I'm not always right, then who'd keep you from murdering everyone in your direct vicinity?"
She gave in to you and put an arm across your shoulders, pulling you into her. Her black curls tickled your nose and you sniffed them away, making her look at you with a weirded-out expression.
"Your hair was in my face, shut up," you mumbled, leaning into her.
"You love my hair," she gasped, mock-offended.
You laughed, warmth spreading over your cheeks. "I know."
--Time Skip--
"Rosie, come on, let's go!" You called out. "We're gonna be late!"
She came rushing out of your room, her muscled arms tensed as she looked at you in a panic. "Babe, where's my leather ja--"
You rolled your eyes playfully and tossed it at her face, earning a grumpy 'ugh' from her end.
"Oh thank god," she sighed, pulling it on. "Where did you find it?"
"You left it right here, next to my coat yesterday after work, dumbass," you facepalmed. She strode over to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
"I would not last two days without you," she muttered as you got into the elevator.
You noticed a very familiar pill bottle in her jacket and pulled it out, eyebrow raised.
"Rosalita Diaz, what did I say about the edibles?" You scowled, walking out with the pill bottle, with her following like a little puppy.
"N/n, you know I do not have the energy to deal with those guys," she whined, trying to grab the bottle from you. "Please. Just one."
You decided to give in, just to teach her a lesson, and said, "Fine. One edible, but remember: Drugs are bad."
"Yeah, whatever," she said, snatching the bottle from you. "Love you."
Your neighbour, Eileen, looked at your wife in concern and said, "She is not going to take just one edible, is she."
"Nope," you laughed, picking up her bags as well as yours. "I'm just gonna be there with a glass of water and a shit ton of loving when she crashes and burns."
--Time Skip--
You overheard Amy telling Rosa that drugs are bad, and approached, saying, "You realise that I've already told her?"
"Right," said Amy. "I forgot you were also responsible."
"I get it. You're married to Jake Peralta. Responsibility is rare to find," you laughed.
"Y/n," said Rosa, approaching you, "i just had the first edible."
You glanced at your watch and patted her head gently, "It should take about three hours to kick in, baby, get in the car and sleep till then, okay?"
She accepted the offer to be a passenger princess for once, and you sniggered to yourself.
"Damn, Diaz," Amy laughed, taking Mac from Jake, who'd just come up. "You've got Rosa tamed completely."
You felt a vibrant blush coat your cheeks when Rosa called out from the car, "Not entirely tamed! I hope the walls of the house are soundproof!"
"Jesus Christ, Rosie-" you sighed, trying not to blush harder. You noticed Mac crying and asked, "Has he been letting you sleep?"
"No," muttered Amy. "It's a disaster."
You put your arms out for her to give him to you, smiling when she did. You bounced him up and down a bit, calming his cries to soft whimpers, as Amy's eyes widened, "He's-he's calm?"
"Pretty much," you chuckled, kissing his nose gently. "I'm pretty good with kids. Being the eldest out of five other siblings is good practice."
"True," said the woman. "Good luck with your big baby, though."
You placed Mac in his carrier and shook your head, "She's no trouble. I have been married to her for a year, it really works."
Your friend shrugged and you both shared a good laugh before you got into the car.
"Death metal as usual?" You asked, getting in the car beside Rosa.
"Oh god no, can we please listen to your music today?" She replied, putting her feet up on the seat.
You laughed and nodded, "Of course, sweetheart."
--Time Skip--
At the cabin, you helped your wife with the bags, and got them to the room, feeling the minutes tick by, getting closer to when the drugs would kick in for her.
You sat on an armchair, book in hand, when you felt a very familiar body drape itself over your lap. You put a hand in her hair and began to gently run your hands through it while Jake went through with his 'Parent Trap' plan.
"Look, Y/n agrees," he pointed at you.
"No," you said firmly, turning the page of your book.
"Yes," slurred Rosa.
"She's high on edibles, so don't listen to her," you replied, poking your wife in the stomach.
"Yes," your wife replied.
"Rosita, you can shush now, thanks for helping," you chuckled, gently scratching her scalp.
"Oh come on, Rosa," grumbled Jake, frustrated.
Later, you were making yourself a sandwich in the kitchen, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, and felt someone kiss the back of your neck gently.
"What's up?" You asked, moving around normally while your very high wife clung onto you.
"I need good energy," she mumbled, her hold tightening around you.
"Mhm," you hummed, a small smirk toying on your face. "Drugs being too hard on you?"
"Shut up, drugs are good," your wife replied, moving back to grab peanut butter on the shelf, sitting cross-legged on the counter and eating it with a spoon.
You ate your sandwich and shook your head, "I am going to murder you, Rosita."
"You called me Rosita, I am hence not in trouble," she shrugged.
Amy appeared behind you both to thank Charles, and you both witnessed a very interesting interaction between them. Rosa suddenly dashed off, and you kept your sandwich down, to run after her.
You found her in a corridor, and were about to give her a stern scolding, when she pinned you against a wall, eyes dark and no more clouded by her medication. In fact, they seemed close to...lustful.
She slowly pressed her lips to your neck, kissing softly against the tender skin.
"Rosa, we're in the corridor-" You breathed, head tilting back, but were silenced by her lips on yours.
"I am so high right now," she said, deepening the kiss.
"Oh, I know." You laughed, letting her take you into the bedroom and locking the door.
--Time Skip--
You stood in the kitchen, coffee in hand, having already packed up the day before knowing Rosa would be way too exhausted to do it.
You sipped on the drink, feeling the warmth in your throat relax your tense vocal chords.
You heard a groan from near the entryway and chuckled, looking up to see Rosa with bags under her eyes and a sagging figure.
"Someone's learned a lesson, I see?" You teased, putting your cup down to make her some relaxing green tea.
She groaned and sat on the counter, hear in her hands, "You were right, drugs are bad."
"Listen to me sometimes, you know. It's for your own good," you sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead and handing the cup to her.
Amy entered with Mac in her arms, and said, "Y/n, can you watch Mac for me please? I need to shower and Jake's nowhere around."
"Of course!" You grinned, taking the baby from her. You gently rocked him side to side in your arms, unaware of Rosa staring at you.
As you looked at Mac, his big brown eyes open and wandering all over you, his tiny hands trying to catch at your shirt, you couldn't help but wonder how awesome it would be to have a baby. To have a child of your own grabbing at you, crying for you.
But you and Rosa never really planned on having kids.
"I think you'll make a great mom," Rosa said, reading your mind. Your heart leapt with hope, did she mean it?
"Really?" You gasped, stomach churning nervously at the conversation about to unfold. "You think you're okay with that?"
"I-I don't want to do an IVF for the first one, though," she said, a small smile making her lips twitch upwards.
"FIRST ONE?" You squealed a little too loudly. Mac began to fuss, and you quickly calmed him down, before looking at your wife and continuing in a softer voice, "You're willing to have kids, plural, for me?"
She leaned over to kiss your lips gently and smiled, "We know each other best. I know we both can handle it."
"I know that you are going to be the best mom, Rosie," you smiled, tears of happiness pricking your eyes.
"Awww!" Came a chorus of voices from the doorway.
"And...moment ruined," you sighed, catching sight of Peralta with his phone out, taking a video of the whole thing.
"Run while you all still can," you said, seeing Rosa get pissed.
God, you've never been happier to see people so afraid.
And maybe that weekend in the cabin was a success.
Everything worked out.
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🌼 anon dropping by to drop a thought she had
so im a romcom/sitcom girly all the way, and im just imagining watching one with miguel (you had to force him ofc :3)
and soon enough he actually gets invested in it, but he'd rather collapse the whole multiverse than to admit it
IM JUST IMAGINING HIM WATCHING B99 WITH YOU AND YOU SWEAR YOU SEE HIM SMILING AT JAKE AND AMY MOMENTS :((
RAHHHHHH as someone who loves sitcoms too, THIS WAS SO CUTE AND FUN TO MAKE HEHEHE I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!
watching late night sitcoms with miggy. — miguel o'hara x reader
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
he never saw what was so funny about these sitcoms that you loved so much–hailing from the future, he had other ways to derive his entertainment from, not through watching real live people perform pranks, stunts, tell jokes, and hearing laugh tracks after a suggestively funny gag. you didn't cease laughing whenever your favorite actors and actresses came on screen to play a gag you already saw coming–miguel, however, remained as stoic as ever and merely raised an eyebrow at their suggestively 'hilarious' jokes.
miguel was lost whenever you were laughing and he couldn't even identify the remotely hilarious part of the joke. he'd raise his eyebrow, shake his head and slap his thigh gently after raising his hand to shrug. "i don't get it, what's so funny...?" he'd consistently say in many different ways. you tell him every time that if you explain the joke, it ceases being funny anymore, so you snuggle up to him–all smiles and giggles–and wrap his larger, warmer arm around you and kiss his palms just... because. this is the only reason why miguel looks forward to sitcom night, it's a night when both of you can be unafraid and get all overly intimate with you on the couch while the show is playing the background; making you both feel less awkward, less alone, and more... more natural, in a way.
you two were watching one of your favorite sitcoms, brooklyn 99, one evening and were watching a moment between a cute couple in the show–jake peralta and amy santiago–having their first meeting when they were younger and new to being detectives. as the two shook hands for the first time, with jake's friend–charles boyle–teased the two new acquaintances that he 'hears wedding bells ringing'. that joke was the first one miguel found himself grinning at, because the exact same thing was said from his 'friend' (he prefers to call him his 'associate') peter b when he saw you two introducing yourselves to each other. now married yourselves and spending the rest of your lives together–living out adventures and mundane chores day by day–he couldn't ask for anything more than to be your level-minded 'amy santiago' to your charming, childish 'jake peralta'.
"hey..." he said as he brushed stray hairs away from your forehead as you looked up at him, tearing your gaze away from the TV as you rested your head on his lap. "yeah?" "i fucking love you." he said as he raised your head up to meet his halfway and pecked a sweet, loving kiss on your lips, catching you by surprise. as he pulled away, you chuckled and gave him a finger gun gesture. "title of your sex tape." you quipped, referencing peralta's catch phrase whenever somebody made a remotely sexual joke, which was on time with the laugh track playing from the TV. miguel rolled his eyes and kissed you again, making out with you the whole night through on the couch and muttering in between kisses just how much more lively his life got when you entered his life.
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hiii lauraaa!! im just gonna say first things first and once again, Congratulations on writing an amazing series!!🥳✨️🫶🏼💗
I've been dedicated in reading and catching up and heads up, i may spam you with imagine plots soo sorry not sorry hehe😅😭
diving head first: I'd love to know abt the proposal + wedding details like whether lando proposed or violet proposed or maybe both🤷♀️😉 (like one of the tiktoks where the couple proposed at the same time), whoever proposes, what was their THE MOMENT when they knew 'this is it' (context: like jake and amy from b99 if you have watched), etc and etc.
i may have ranted in more detail but just wanted to share my pov of the idea. I'm sooo excited to see how this takes place! (ps: no pressure on writing asap!! take your sweet time pleasee! its always worth the wait to read😭😭😭)
okie now! byeeeeee loveee youuuuu mwaaahhhhh take care and happy race weekend!!🫂😉🫶🏼✨️ xx
Sorry it took me too long! Right now I'm very very very focused on reading that I really forgot that I had to write this HAHAHAHA
But I hope you like this!
He always knew he wanted to marry her. At first it was a joke he used to tell himself or his friends, that he was going to marry Violet no matter what, that he would put his last name next to hers. But it was only that, a joke and he barely though about it as something more.
But the day he had her, the day she said she loved him, he immediately knew he had to make that come true, that he was going to love her until his last breath. Days with her were like a new adventure he was dying to explore.
Lando started the search of a ring for her during the honeymoon phase of their relationship. He was so naive, so on love. He found himself countless times looking at rings everytime he walked in front of the jewelries Monaco, making screenshots on his phone of the ones he liked, picturing Violet with that ring on her finger.
But then the crash happened. He had to focus on her, on her recovery and making sure she was comfortable. And during that time with her, he came to the realization that he has to love the present and enjoy every second with her, enjoy life with her. But it made him realize, too, that he wanted to be next to her forever, now for real.
A year turned in two, two in three, and their love never stopped growing. They filled their house with souvenir of every places they visited, and their dogs were like their kids, always going with them to Lando's races.
It was a day he went out around Monaco with Max when he stopped right in front of the jewelry he always looked at. Max looked at him and smirked, nudging him and walking inside of the store. That day, he held Violet close to his chest, and while she was sleeping peacefully, he was staring at the ring inside elf the box, smiling widely.
He planned it, he kept the ring for months, and even if sometimes he decided to not wait and propose right in tbe moment, he waited for the day.
They went back to that city of snow, the city their favorite writer got inspired to write their favorite books. He thought it was perfect, Max and Pietra were with them, as well as their dogs.
"You know she will suspect if she find us recording, right?" Pietra sighed, looking at him.
"She won't" Lando nodded. "I have it planned, don't worry guys"
Lando had it pictured in his mind, he has been thinking and dreaming about this day since he bought the ring. When he's going to kneel, what words he's going to speak.
But it wasn't as easy as he thought.
His first attempt ended up with a fail. He wanted to go for a walk with the dogs and making sure that Max and Pietra were some meters away, with their phones in their hands making sure to record everything. But it ended with them screaming in a panic attack because one of their dogs decided to go explore to the wood. Thankfully they found the dog, covered in snow and the day ended with them cuddling the black dog in front of a fire and making sure he didn't freeze.
His second attempt was planned while they slept. It had to be something simple, no surprises. He has to make sure that their dogs are near, that the ring is in the box.
But at morning, when everything he wanted to do was cuddle her, he found Violet already in the living room making lunch for the day that was planned on the ski resort. So maybe that was the perfect moment to ask her.
He made sure he had the box with the ring in the inside pocket of his snow coat, sometimes having the need of patting his chest to make sure that the box was still there.
"Babe, you okay?" Violet asked worried, watching how he was always rubbing his chest. "Did something happen?"
"Oh? No, no! Why do you think that?" he frowned confused.
"Well..." she smiled looking him. "You can't stop touching your chest. Are you nervous because we're going to the red zone?"
"What?! Me?! My second name is danger" he scoffed, talking with a high pitched voice.
"Sure" she laughed, kissing his cheek.
Lando swallowed thickly and turned his head slightly to look at Max and Pietra, somehow panicking and moving his hand side to side under his chin.
"Abort plan, abort plan" he mouthed, making his friends chuckle.
He never thought that proposing to hercould be that hard without making her suspect.
He normally has a lot of patience, he had to get high levels of patience to love with two puppies and train them. But this? This is ending his patience levels.
The four of them spent the day skiing while their dogs were at a dog daycare place. And once they finished and got back with their dogs, Lando was too quiet on the way back to the house. And when they were finally there, he went immediately outside, grabbing his phone and texting Max.
Lando: Okay, this is the last chance. I'll stay out for a while, if she goes outside to talk with me, follow her.
Max: I never imagined proposing would be this hard...
Lando: Try it, then we'll talk 😩
Lando stayed out of the house, looking at the ring inside of the box. It doesn't have a big stone, in all his hers dating her he discovered that she doesn't like big jewelry. And the ring is the perfect definition of what she would wear everyday.
Rhysand and Feyre, their dogs, walked out of the house and stayed with him, cuddling him and trying to keep him warm, or trying to give him a reason to go back to the house.
"Hey, what are you doing outside? It's getting cold" Violet smiled, leaning on the door frame.
"Oh-" he wasn't ready. "C-can we talk?"
"There's something wrong?" she asked worried, walking towards him. "Lando, are you okay?"
"Well, I'm nervous" he sighed.
Violet started to panic. Nervous? Why would he be nervous? Is he going to break up with her?
"W-what?" she mumbled, swallowing thickly.
"I just wanted to do it before, but everytime I tried to talk with you, something happened" he said.
"Oh..."
She could feel her vision getting blurry, not noticing the confusion in Lando's face.
"Baby, why are you crying?" Lando asked, holding her hands.
"You are going to break up with me, it's that?"
"What? No!" he laughed, pulling her close to him. "No! I'm actually going to do another thing"
She didn't feel him kneeling in front of her, grabbing the box inside of his coat. But when she finally understood what was happening, he didn't even need to say a word before she threw herself into his arms.
"You gave me a heart attack!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, baby" Lando chuckled, holding her.
"But... Yes" she whispered. "I will marry you, idiot"
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Top 12 Captain Holt Plots (B99): RIP Andre Braugher
Andre Braugher
1962-2023
So as if this year hadn't piled enough death on me.. yesterday Andre Braugher of Brooklyn 99 fame died. Braugher was a comedic genius, great at drama and it's sad to see him go just as his career was having one hell of a second act.
Figuring out how to honor Andre.. was tough. I didn't have time for a full review of some of his best episodes, a story arc or the normal things i'd do, and a list of just Holt's best moments wouldn't really portray the characters depth. Don't get me wrong there's a LOT of hilarious little holt moments from "Hot damn!" to "Bam had it both ways" but it just didn't do the character justice. Holt was a character funny for his stoicism, his outburst of emotion clashing with that, and his chemistry with just about everyone on cast.
So I found a comprimise, something small I could do before my two bigger reviews this week, but something that still pays full service to what a great character Raymond Holt was... and how much of it was Braugher's amazing comedic timing and great dramatic talent. Ray MIGHT of existed without Captain Holt, but he wouldn't of been such a JOY to watch every time if it weren't for Braugher.
So I picked my 12 faviorite plots starring Captain Holt. Husband, Captain, Robot. Meeep Morp.
12. VINDICATTTTITOOOOOONNNN (Episode: Monster in the Closet)
Look a lot of this subplot making it here is this moment, from the fist pump to just how Braugher plays the word like an instrument, but the plot itself is comedy gold: Rosa Diaz, bisexual icon, is having a rush wedding to absentee boyfriend and human disaster Adrian Pimento, who returned after months in hiding the way anyone having a normal one does: by hiding in a child's closet.
Naturally this wedding didn't end up happening.. but it did bring us one of Holt's best running gags: his love of balloon arches. It's something that makes perfect character sense: he's a perfectionist, he loves art, and it's just weird enough to still be funny while not so weird you can't understand why Holt would be doing this. Holt pettily popping the ballons when crticized and going into a creative tailspin over minor critcisims is just gold and the payoff, him getting his VINDIIIICAAAATTTIOOOONNNNNN is both sweet.. and purespun gold from the highest of heavens.
11. The Disco Strangler Returns (He Said She Said)
One of the serious episodes of the series, dealing with Amy and Jake tackling a sexual harassment case and Amy revealing her own assault, was paired with one of the series silliest, funnest b-plots.
This one COULD be here just on the strength of "And you'll here it again" but has way more to offer as Holt chases down his former nemesis the Disco Strangler after he seemingly dies, convinced he's alive while Terry and Boyle are convinced he just can't accept his enemey's death. Turns out their wrong though as the Strangler is alive, worked his groovy voodoo on a way younger woman and has one of the funniest scenes in the show as Holt TRIES to have a big action hero final talk with his nemisis.. only for the man to be largely deaf. It's a gag that shoudln't work but Baugher's commitment to the bit carries it, as does the reality of the strangler being so old and feeble hitting Raymond about his own mortality.
10. The Heists (Various Episodes)
Yeah this one's a bit of a cheat as it was hard to pick just one Heist Plot: After the first two their largely ensemble pieces. But it'd also be criminal to ignore just how SERIOUS Holt takes the annual halloween heists, from training his dog for them, to calling a fake replacement for Cheddar (the goodest of boys) "This bitch?", the Heists brought out the pettiest, hammiest parts of holt and the best of Braugher's comedey from threatning to slit his two protege's "from head to anus and wear them as a jacket", to his flight of the valkyries entrance, Holt was always a delight.
9. Pie (Two Turkey's)
The shows final thanksgiving gave us it's best thanksgiving plot, and a nice spotlight on Holt's relationship with his Husband , kevin. Holt's queerness was baked into the character, being why it took him so long to climb the latter and why Kevin takes ab it to warm up to his new coworkers, as most of Ray's past coworkers were racist, homophobic or both. Holt and Kevin were just as weirdly stoic, with Mark Evan Jackson having great chemistry with Braugher.
The couple also just had their own weird things such as getting a special pie every year to get a pie for thanksgiving and finding the hours spent in dead silence on the trip deeply romantic.
Said pie is also what sets off the plot as it goes missing and Holt blames the presicnt and goes into full petty holt mode, one of the best kinds of holt. HOlt isn't the only star here as near constant fuckups and wallpaper Hitchcock and Scully prove useful for once as Holt investigates Rosa, Terry and Boyle. We get great moments from the three too as Boyle calls his own son "a basic bitch" and Rosa reveals an embarassing minons t-shirt as she rebonds with her family post jailtime.
Holt interogating everyone and going full ham would be enough to land it here.. but what elevates it to this slot is the ending: Holt finds out the culprit was Kevin, who hates the pie but would miss the drive. HOlt suggests simply.. taking the drive for fun and Kevin is super horny for that. It's adorable, sweet and a great capper to one of the shows best subplots.
8. Let's Never Talk About Anything (Stakeout)
This is a quick one as it's mostly on the comedy but it's a scenario that's both deeply, deeply funny, and involves one of the shows best duos: Rosa, the stoic bicon herself, and Holt. Both being stoic queer persons, they naturally get along great. And of course it's natural Rosa ends up the one in a very awkward situation through almost no fault of her own: Holt brings his cardboard standee of a human being Nephew named Marcus, whose staying with him for some reason never elaborated upon because Marcus is here for one thing: to date rosa and have one of the best awkward morning afters EVER: He tries to sneak rosa out.. only for Holt and Kevin to naturally both be up, and his using her full name and mild confusion are just.. great. The wrap up, that Rosa and Holt are both FINE not talking about this or anything ever, is great. The followup plot with the two forced into a dinner is fine, but this first interaction and the two being on the same stoic page is gold.
7. Apparently That's a Trigger For Me (The Box)
This is another one that has a strong moment couched in, but really the Box is just a very strong episode, a tense 22 minutes as Jake and Holt team up to try and get a confession out of a local dentist played by sexiest man alive Sterling K Brown, who does great getting under their skin, including with said doctor bit as Docterates are a bit of a trigger for Holt. the episodes fantastic chess match between our faviorite duo and Brown is just fun to watch and it's only this low because Jake gets the big finale. But Holt's oh damns are still vital. As is his over the top reservation cancelation. God bless this man. I miss you andre.
6. They never actually said No (Full Boyle)
Like, really, ALL of these there's a classic gag couched in here as Holt explains how he formed his black gay and lesbian police orginzation: he pitched it to his fellow entirely white and certainly straight cops who laughed their asses off.. then went ahead and got the funds since they were too busy being jackassses to say no. Dark, hilarious, and perfectly showing just how much shit holt's been through trying to get here.
And that background helps shape this plot which while not laugh FREE is mostly anchored on the good Captain's character journey: when a younger officer plans to challenge holt for predsency, Holt, as you'd expect digs in and refuses. He's not at full ham yet, but he's still fully willing to fight tooth and nail for this, that after all he had to go just to make this group, brian wouldn't understand
It's Gina of all characters who points out that's why he made the group. So younger officers wouldn't have to go through that. Brian has new ideas to genuinely improve and open up the doors for more queer black officers, and Holt recognizes that and steps aside.. though if he screws up he will impeach him. He's happy for him but he will impeach him.
5. I've Glanced At His Work Satchel (The Honeypot)
This episode's a-plot is just one long hilaroius bit of holt deadpanning as he gets a new assitant to replace Gina.. only to find the guy flirting with him. Having his tie slightly ajar and inviting him to a barrel museum counts as flirting in Holt's book. Turns out Gordon is a spy for our heroes latest nemisiss, corrupt comissioner kelly, and this brings this plot to ahead as finding out, and getting evidence hw as actively spying on them finally gets rid of the old bastard. It's a nice payoff.. but it's really here because Holt declaring a barrel museum an erotically charged atmosphere is classic deadpan holt. If you want premium deadpan holt, this is your episode.
4. Terry Come Here and Dangle Me Off the Edge of this Building (Bad Beat)
This episode is one of my faviorites, having both a lot of rich character stuff for holt.. and a lot of funny deadpan for holt.
This ep reawakens something that's mostly come up previously as a joke: holt had a serious gambling addiction in his past and when Jake and Terry come to him for help with a poker case, Holt's forced to join in as the two have obvious tells.
Holt's relapse is a nice mix of hilaroius and deeply troubling: he's betting on childrenj's gymnastics (No jayla don't drop the baton!) runs up to the roof when the pagent's cut off and as seen above wants Terry to dangle him over a roof.. Braugher does a hell of a job threading a very narrow needle here: Hotl's antics are funny, but still jarring enough to be worrying.. .and the laughter stop when Jake pulls the one card he has... he'll tell kevin, an idea alone that DEVISTATES holt as he can't put kevin through that again.
Unfortunately it's not THAT easy as Holt goes rogue.. then nearly gets captured, having to use improper grammar and admitting he needs help. Ther'es no easy answers here and while granted Holt's addiction never comes up again.. it's a sign addiction dosen't go away easily and everyone needs help.
3. The System (Moo Moo)
Props to Brooklyn 99 as depsite being a cop show, it pointed out many a problem in the NYPD and police in general long before George Floyd made it too loud to ignore for us white dumbasses.
This episode is the main showcase of that: while the show had plenty of corrupt cops for our heroes to foil, Moo Moo shows the system ITSELF is broken and ther'es no easy answer to fix it.
The setup is simple, heartbreakingly common, and painful: Terry goes out at night in his nice neighborhood looking for one of his daughters "moo moo", her faviorite toy.. only to get accosted by a police officer, with only the fact he IS an officer making this end well.
Terry does try to handle this peacefully, inviting the guy to lunch, and trying to explain why racial profiling him like that was fucking awful. The officer dosen't listen, only thinks he was wrong because Terry is also a cop, and is generally a dick.
This leaves terry, who has a promotion on the table, with a fairly simple path: report the son of a bitch. Except .. HOlt dosne't send it in. Holt wants Terry to stay quiet, so Terry can get promoted. it's one of the oldest fights in a broken system: Should you make noise and take care of something horrible immdeitly, or stay quite and let harm go on so you can do more good later. The latter is clearly Holt's go to not out of corruption but out of survival: as a black gay cop, he had no real allies for the longest time, and thus had to simply keep his nose to the ground and work his way up to where he had real power. Terry on the other hand, argues, rightly that he dosen't want another man like him to go through this, one without a badger and that his career... simply isn't worth more innocnet black men being arrested falsely. There isn't an easy resolution with both acknowlding each others point: Holt supports terry and gets the guy fired, but Terry is passed over impliclty as a result and admits he could've impacted more change. Terry still did the right thing.. but it wasn't the easy thing. Police.. .simply aren't set up to properly police themselves and change is needed and it was noble of b99 to point that out without going over the top with it.
2. BOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE (The Skyfire Cycle)
Okay look while this plot is good on it's own (I"m teaching father the math!) it's up this high ENTIRELY due to the Bone Scene. You've seen it, i've seeen it, it's the reason this plot goes from "pretty good" with Rosa seeing through holt's math problem to his marital issues and need to get laid, and Amy trying hard to impress her dads and acting lik ea grossed out child anytime holt's sex life comes up. This bit belongs to braugher.. but you NEED Beatriz and Fumero to set it up so perfectly and react so great to it.
Rosa being rosa just comes out and says "You just need to bone" and holt LOOOSES IT.
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Every line from that moment is pure poetry from Braugher's mouth, from his squeaky "what'dyousay" to his shakesperean "hooooowww dare you detective diaz I AM YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICER." and of course his glorious shouts of BONE and BONNNNENEEEEE while he VIBRATES ON HIS DOORFRAME. His quick yups in the resolution are the cheery on top of the greatest comedy sundae ever conducted by man. Sports. This subplot hinges on one joke.. but when it's the series best joke, it's REALLY hard to argue. It's only not #1.. because our #1 is CRAMMED with jokes near this level.
Ding Dong The Wuntch Is Dead (Ding Dong)
Ding Dong is one of my faviorite episodes of B99. Even it's subplot's grown on me with Terry bending a quarter in mid air and the strawberry basket. But let's face it while the subplot is.. kay, it's the main event that makes it a classic and when I do the inevetible top 12 list, possibly for feburary, this episode is almost guarnateed a spot for damn good reason.
If your wondering why I haven't brought up Holt's legendary rivarly with Madeline Wuntch it's because while their all fucking gold, their teid into larger plots. And while this one kinda is, with Wuntch's death wrapping up Holt's time as a patrol officer, it's really just there to sned the character off and give us one of the funniest episodes in human history.
Everything about Holt's petty rivarly with Wuntch that makes it one of the best thigns in the show is on display here and the shock I had to the opening of ding dong was palpable: Holt's making his usual jabs, calling her a korean tolilet ghost (and having gone to korea just to find new monsters to call her).. before Terry, trying and failing to head this off drops the bomb: Wuntch is dead. Naturally Holt dosen't buy it, assuming we'd hear the children singing (all the childrne everywhere), and having to see her body for himself. Given their rivarly and what an elaborate scheme Wuntch left FOR her funeral, it's not hard to see why.
What follows is the very best of petty holt from the glory that is BAGEL, BAGEL, to his assumption ET is a monster because "he caused quite a comotion), Baugher is at his PEAK this episode comedically, handeling his Rival's death with joy and too many lines to count, with Amy's horror and Rosa's unabashed joy at his pettiness being perfect bounce off points.
Add in comedy legend Micheal Mcdonald as Wuntch's nephew playing her rival, a fake funeral and an attempted funmeral full of balloon arches and bright pastels and you have one of the greatest peices of televesion comedy ever. Rest in peace Andre.... your dearly missed.
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2023 CHARACTER WRAPPED
i saw @ajcrowleys do this and i wanted to do my own - hopefully you don't mind!
rules: share your top 9 characters from the year (or 10. lol. i cheated)
(spoiler: mine are in no particular order except for alex who is always no. 1)
1. Alex Claremont-Diaz, RWRB
(will always be my number 1 - you can pry him from my cold, soulless hands. there will never come a day when alex is not my spirit character)
2. TK Strand, 911 Lone Star
(someone in the alta comments described him as a horny, bitchy tamagotchi and i died. he is the greatest feral cat to sassy husband transformation ever. don't get me started on The Hand Gesture)
3. Veronica Mars, Veronica Mars
(annoy, tiny blonde one. annoy like the wind! The definition of a badass bitch)
4. Jake Seresin, Top Gun Maverick
(if we wanna talk bitchy tamagotchis, here's one. he also comes in arrogant idiot and cowboy!)
5. Eli "Weevil" Navarro, Veronica Mars
(this episode is my favourite episode EVER. little bit bad boy, little bit sweetheart, I can't get over the biker gang leader with the heart of gold)
6. Carlos Reyes, 911 Lone Star
(i gotta say, carlos lost me a little bit in season 4, but i'll never get over the soulmates scene and he's just all around a favourite AND SO DAMN PRETTY)
7. Marjan Marwani, 911 Lone Star
(marjan's episode in season 4 was - aside from 4 x 16 - my favourite episode. some of the best plot lines that season and natacha really killed it!)
8. Sam Obisanya, Ted Lasso
(i watched ted lasso for the first time this year and i am just OBSESSED with this man. he's so damn sweet and true to himself. GOLD)
9. Paul Strickland, 911 Lone Star
(this man is literally out here officiating weddings, solving mysteries, putting out fires and making a mean chilli. like he does THE MOST. hats off)
10. Keeley Jones (and Jamie Tartt and Roy Kent), Ted Lasso
(not afraid to say i love the throuple but ALSO i just feel like all three of these characters had such beautiful arcs in ted lasso, i can't possibly choose one so i have to choose them all)
i'll open tag this one and also tag @strandnreyes @guardian-angle22 @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @fitzherbertssmolder @heartstringsduet @birdclowns @beautifulhigh @reyesstrand @lutavero @stereopticons @statueinthestone @apothecarose @celeritas2997 @goodways @carlos-in-glasses @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @reasonandfaithinharmony @happiness-of-the-pursuit @suseagull04 @whattarush @kiwiana-writes @alltheprettyplaces @lyhrcyrianne @st-elle-ar @fckingyrs @fuckingyrs @thisbuildinghasfeelings @tiffanymaxwels @lemonlyman-dotcom
#9 characters#or 10 characters if you cheat#tag games#911 lone star#rwrb#top gun maverick#ted lasso#veronica mars
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Trouble in Paradise | 0.6 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.
Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), smut, oral (m receiving), mild public touching, angst
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Rooster thinks he’s good at keeping secrets.
He is, really. He’s always been trustworthy, and he’s always had a lot of baggage that most people don’t want to hear about — he’s used to keeping certain things to himself. Overall, he’s a pretty private person. Plus, before this, he has never given anyone in his life reason not to believe that he isn’t being honest with them.
Like he likes to be in all walks of life, Jake considers himself to be two steps ahead of Rooster. He knows that something is up. Rooster is never going to give it up willingly, but Jake doesn’t mind digging until he figures it out.
It’s 9pm when Jake hears Rooster’s door close. He glances outside and notices the sun setting, then furrows his eyebrows. They have to be on base early tomorrow, 9 is kind of late to be just heading out. Not to mention, it’s about to storm. Thick grey clouds have been heading their way for the past four hours.
Jake pushes himself up and crosses the room, opening his door and poking his head out into the hallway. There he is; Rooster’s locking his room and digging into his pocket with his free hand.
“Where ya headed, Birdboy?”
Rooster jumps, turning his head toward the other pilot and letting out a soft sigh.
“Just out.” Bradley snips. Jake cocks an eyebrow at him, lips quirking in intrigue. “For a drive.” Bradley adds quickly.
Jake hums and taps his knuckles on the door frame, then glances around the empty hallway. “Mind if I join you? — I’m not busy.”
Bradley pulls his keys from his pockets and checks his watch. He’s in a hurry for someone just going for a casual drive.
“I kinda need to clear my head,” He turns quickly and starts walking away, “Maybe next time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jake’s brows scrunch as he watches Bradley speed away from him. He waits until Bradley has turned the corner before he shakes his head and closes his door.
Rooster feels pretty secure in his lie. It isn’t a complete lie, he does need to clear his head. Everything has been feeling kind of foggy since Jake got here three days ago.
He’s been throwing himself into fixing things with Amy. Looking at old photos, online wedding venue catalogues, texts from before.
He can’t stop thinking about you either way. But he’s sure it’s a phase. It’s a kind of need to get this out of his system, type thing. He isn’t the first guy in the Navy to fool around on a posting, and he isn’t going to be the last.
Once he’s home, things will go back to normal. He’ll marry her and his life will finally begin.
You’re polishing glasses, bobbing your head softly to the soft rock playing from the speakers. It’s a super quiet night, it’s a weekday and the storm has sent most people home early.
You’re surprised when the bell above the door rings, even more surprised when you turn and find him standing there. You wipe the smile quickly from your face as Abigail crosses in front of the bar, carrying cushions from the outdoor seating area inside to the back room.
Rooster waits for her to pass before he crosses to sit at the bar. He’s wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, along with the same sunglasses he was when you first met him.
You glance back over your shoulder, making sure she’s gone, then lean one elbow onto the bar and prop your chin on it, smiling at him, “Hey, Sailor.”
He shoots a look in the direction that she disappeared, then pushes up from the stool and presses his lips to yours, “Hi, pretty girl.”
Your tongue edges out to wet your lips as you watch him settle back into his seat. You compose yourself so that you aren’t a smiling, blushing mess when Abigail inevitably does come back, pushing away from the bar. You turn and grab a bottled beer from the fridge, twisting the cap off and setting it in front of him.
“How has work been this week?” You lean against the counter behind you. You haven’t seen him since Sunday morning, and it’s Wednesday now. You’ve been just as busy as he has so his absence hasn’t been too hard on you. But his presence does make you especially happy.
“It’s been alright,” He swipes his thumb through the condensation on the bottle, looking down at the bubbles rising to the top. He watches you turn back to polishing glasses as Abigail passes through again. “Just training exercises and stuff. They replaced that guy who got hurt last week, I’ve just been bringing the new guy up to speed.”
You watch his hands fiddle with the bottle. You stand and play one of your favourite games as of recent. Trying to figure him out. You like making guesses about who he is, who he was, before all of this.
Probably on the football team, probably had a couple of pretty girlfriends, a couple of hookups back in college but not enough to have people say that he slept around a lot. Probably Navy parents. Probably a dog person. Probably one of those guys that was super devoted to his sports teams.
“How about you? — What’s my girl been up to this week?” Rooster doesn’t even realise he’s talking to you the way he talks to her. Asking the exact same questions. You’re glad that he isn’t looking at you to see the way your eyes widen when he calls you his.
You swallow your nerves and think back to the hundreds of conversations you’ve had with Ella. You find that you don’t feel as nauseous this time, you don’t feel the same fear that you have other times.
“Just working.” You manage not to sound like a complete idiot. He looks up at you through the dark lenses of his sunglasses. You rest your palms on the countertop behind you and shrug your shoulders, “Missing you.”
Rooster smiles. You stifle the relieved sigh that your body conjures upon realising that you’ve said the right thing. He brings the bottle to his lips and takes a small sip. He straightens up as Abigail enters with another armful of seat cushions.
This time you see her look between the two of you. You smile innocently over at her and busily polish the glass in your hands. He’s the only one in the entire bar, it isn’t unusual that you’re making conversation with him.
“I missed you too.” He says quiet enough for her not to hear. You smile as you turn away from him to place the wine glass in your hands on the shelf. He leans forward slightly and rests his chin against his fist.
You catch sight of him in the mirror behind the bar. Your shirt has ridden up just slightly as you reach up to settle the glass into its spot. He makes no effort to hide the staring.
You turn quickly and grin at him. He smirks softly, caught, and by no means embarrassed about that. You hear the door to the back office close and sigh in relief that Abigail is going to be in there for a while.
“When do you get off?” Rooster taps his hands on the bar.
“Soon, hopefully.” You grin at him, leaning back against the counter, then take your lip between your teeth. Rooster chuckles against the rim of the bottle, looking up at you over the top of the sunglasses.
He takes another drink and checks his watch.
“You hungry?” He asks.
You scrunch your nose at him. “Are you asking me on a date?”
Rooster’s broad shoulders rise and fall in a nonchalant shrug, his lips quirking up into a smirk. He fiddles absentmindedly with the beer bottle, looking between it and you, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re not into me.”
You laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. He winks at you, then leans closer across the bar, “Just wanna take my favourite bartender out for some food after she’s worked so hard.”
You take a stride forward, leaning across the bar and pressing your lips to his. He slides a hand up into your hair, tugging you closer and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He groans softly against your lips, stroking his tongue against yours.
You pull back and smack his shoulder, checking around to make sure that Abigail hasn’t suddenly materialised out of nowhere. He grins at you. You smile softly, surprised but nonetheless excited by his boldness.
“Let me go speak to Abi, I’m supposed to be here until we close.” You decide. He nods, leaning back in his seat as he watches you walk away. You trail your fingers along the wall as you make your way to the office and knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You turn the door handle and step inside, freezing as you stare at Abigail’s computer monitor. It’s playing a live feed of all six security cameras, front and centre is the stream of the camera that sits above the bar.
You press your lips together. Abigail turns in her chair and raises her eyebrows at you.
“Abi, I can explain.” You can’t. You have no idea how to lie your way out of this one. She simply sighs and raises her eyebrows, pressing her palm to her forehead.
“You know that I don’t have the rules that I have to be a cockblock, don’t you?” You have a feeling it’s a rhetorical question. You shift awkwardly on the spot. “I have a lot of pretty, young girls working here. I see the way these guys look at you all, I’m trying to protect you.”
You put your hands behind your back and nod softly, feeling kind of like you’re about to be put on time out.
“You’re a big girl, you can screw whoever you want,” Abi shakes her head slightly as she leans back in her seat. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
You offer her a smile.
“You don’t have to worry about me.” You confirm.
She shrugs her shoulders, “Heard it all before, honey. They’re all perfect in the beginning.” Abi sees the hurt flash across your face for a moment and considers that she may have overstepped. She reminds herself that she’s not your mother, nor do you want her to be. You’ve made this clear before.
“You can go with him if that’s what you were going to ask, I’m going to close up before the rain starts anyway.” Abigail decides. A silent apology for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. You smile softly and thank her, then turn away.
He stands up as you turn the corner, pulling his wallet from his pocket and sliding a ten across the counter toward you, “Free to go?”
You jerk your head toward the camera above the bar, not wanting to be so obvious as to turn and point at it. Rooster looks up, lips parting slightly as he looks back to you, “Did I get you in trouble?”
“No, just kinda got lectured,” You explain as you settle his tab and grab your jacket from under the bar, “Let’s go.”
He lets you walk ahead of him, tucking an arm around your waist and pressing his lips to the top of your head, “I’ll make it up to you.”
You close your eyes and lean into his touch for just a moment, then push the door open, “There’s this place that’s a short walk away that’s really good. That way we don’t have to take both cars.” You offer.
“If you say it’s good then I’m in.” He wraps his arms fully around you, pulling you in against you chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze, inhaling the soft scent of fading cologne. You push away from him and grab his hand, starting off in the direction of the restaurant. He slides his fingers between yours.
You take him to a diner with outdoor seating under a canopy, it’s only about a ten minute walk from the bar and you’ve been here many times with your co-workers.
He’s sitting with his arms folded on the table, already done with his food, watching as you’re finishing yours. You furrow your eyebrows at him as you pick at the fries in front of you, “Do I have something on my face?”
“Actually yeah,” He smiles fondly across the table at you. You turn your head for him, smiling back as he leans across the table and wipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth. Your eyes stare into his as he swipes it across your bottom lip. He swallows and shifts in his seat, retracting his hand, “Got it.”
“You’re blushing.” You tease him, breaking out into a grin that makes him turn a deeper shade of pink. He rolls his eyes playfully at you, wiping his hands off on his napkin. You take it one step further, kicking one shoe off under the table and resting your foot against his thigh, sliding it along the denim until it rests against his crotch. The table cloth covers you, you know it’s fine.
You love the pretty shade of pink he turns when he’s blushing.
“There are people around,” He whispers across the table, furrowing his eyebrows sternly at you. You smile sweetly back at him and rub your foot gently across the bulge in his jeans.
“You two make a beautiful couple.” Both of you look up at the same time, equally shocked to find that someone had snuck up on you. Rooster’s face softens as he realises it’s just a sweet old lady. She seems to be a tourist from the floral printed shirt and skirt she’s wearing. He finds it adorable, and smiles politely, opening his mouth to thank her.
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” You explain, smiling at the old lady sweetly from your seat as you foot strokes over his crotch. He shifts closer to the table, afraid of being seen. “We’re just fucking.”
Rooster turns his head toward you, now a much deeper shake of pink. Closer to red now. His eyes are wide, shocked that you can say that and not be embarrassed in the slightest. You smile across at him.
“I’m so sorry.” He turns his head quickly toward the old woman, “She… she’s just kidding.”
“Oh, alright. Well, you kids have a good night.”
“We will.” You grin across the table at him, trying to hold back your laughter. Rooster waits for her to walk away, watching as she loops her arm through her husband’s and begins to whisper about what he just heard.
He curls his fingers around your ankle under the table, turning his attention back to you, eyes widening expectantly for you to explain yourself. You can’t help but laugh. He watches, brows furrowed as you double over with laughter.
“What was that?” He tries to stop himself from smiling, but your laughter has his lip twitching. He squeezes your ankle, leaning across the table toward you.
“You got me in trouble, I got you in trouble.” You tease him, wriggling your ankle out of his grasp and sliding it back into his shoe. He glances back over his shoulder, watching the scandalised old woman still gossiping to her husband.
He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek and shakes his head slightly, lips quirked up into a soft smile. You’re still chuckling to yourself after he has settled the cheque and you’re walking back toward the car.
You squeeze your fingers against his and look across to the beach. It’s dark now and it’s for sure going to pour down any minute, but you just need a few more minutes outside. You were kind of hungover this morning, by the time you got up, it was time to go to work — the fresh air is really helping you out.
“Can we sit for a minute?” You tug him off toward the sand. He doesn’t put up a fight, letting you lead him down the steps. You shrug your jacket off and sit down on it, leaning back on your palms and looking up at the sky.
Rooster sits at your side, his sunglasses folded into the collar of his shirt as he joins you and looks up. He isn’t sure what you’re looking at. He just sees one huge mass of grey with the clouds overhead. But, he looks nonetheless. Silently hoping that maybe he’ll be enlightened. Maybe one day he’ll see things the way you do.
“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” He asks softly, still looking up at the endless grey overhead. You take a deep breath, inhaling salty ocean air and exhaling it again before shaking your head, still looking up,
“Like a serious boyfriend?”
Rooster turns his head to look at you, “Yeah.” He then follows your line of sight and squints. He wonders what it would be like to live a day as you. Minimal responsibilities, fun friends, young and free with no one who needs you to be someone you aren’t. He wonders then what he would be like now if he had met you when he was young and free. He begins to wonder if he’s ever been young and free.
Young certainly, but free? — He isn’t so sure.
“No, I guess not.” You shrug your shoulders, it clearly doesn’t mean much to you that you haven’t. “Not serious.”
He mulls over this information, “But you have had boyfriends?” You hum in confirmation, nodding your head slightly. There’s a soft breeze coming from the tide, a calming relief to the constant humidity of the past week. You close your eyes as you let it wash over you.
“What were they like?” He asks.
“Assholes.” You breathe, letting out a small laugh. You open your eyes and turn your head to find that he’s watching you with intrigue. “They we’re just boys. Shitheads.”
He furrows his eyebrows. It feels like he’s trying to look through you for a moment, like you’re a book and he’s finally gotten to the interesting part.
“Did they hurt you?” His voice is serious. Almost regretful, like he has done something to hurt you himself. You think nothing of it, deciding that he’s just being protective.
“Nothing I didn’t get over,” You answer, turning your chin toward the sky again. “How about you? — Any dramatic love stories on your end?”
“I was engaged before I came here.” Rooster doesn’t plan to say it. It just leaves his mouth before he’s even thought of it. You turn your head. Both of you look equally surprised at what he has just revealed. Engaged — you’re reminded of his age all of a sudden. That’s serious. Engaged is super serious.
Rooster watches your features register the shock of his revelation. He regrets it immediately. He knows that he can’t tell you more.
“What happened?” You ask, struggling to string together words further than that. He looks out over the water and wills himself to come clean.
“We were together for six years, engaged for almost a year. We broke up a week before I came.” He doesn’t look at you as he says it. You shuffle closer and loop your arm through his, resting your head against his shoulder. A week before. One week to get over six years with a person. You furrow your eyebrows as you look out over the water with him.
You can’t imagine how deep things would have gotten six years into a relationship. You haven’t even been in a relationship that has lasted a full year yet.
“She left. We fought a lot, towards the end.” He explained quietly, brushing his hand along the back of his neck and letting out a heavy breath. Rooster tries to figure out how to tell you that when he met you, it was over — and now it isn’t. He doesn’t want to tell you.
It’s beyond selfish. He wants it all to work out. To be here and live your no consequences, no long term plan with you. For a while. Then, when he’s ready, he wants her to be at home waiting for him to settle down.
He grits his teeth as he thinks of how furious his mother would be about what he’s doing. She raised him better than this.
“What did you guys fight about?” You ask softly, stroking your fingers along the inside of his forearm. You press your lips to his shoulder over the fabric of his shirt.
“Me. Being an asshole.” He breathes out, brushing his palm over his forehead. He shakes his head slightly. You press your lips to his bicep, then his shoulder again. He turns his head to look as you rest your chin against his arm.
Doe-eyed and smiling sweetly at him, you raise your hand and brush his curls back off of his forehead. “Had you ever considered being less of an asshole to her?” You tease him.
He laughs. Really laughs. Eyes crinkling kind of laugh. You smile against his arm.
“No, I hadn’t thought of that.” He answers playfully, nudging forward and kissing your forehead. He brings a hand up to rest against the nape of your neck, stroking softly over the top of your hair.
You hum against his arm. He lets a few moments of quiet pass, but he’s focusing so hard that you can practically hear him thinking. His knees are bent and his elbows are resting on top of them. You push his knees down so that his legs are outstretched and slide across into his lap, grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him.
“What was that for?” He asks, grazing his fingertips along your jaw, sliding them around to curl against the back of your neck.
You smile at him, “You seem sad when you talk about her. Just want to cheer you up.” You already have. He would be so happy. But things like this don’t last.
This isn’t his future. This isn’t his plan. Amy is his plan, Amy is what makes sense and she’s who he is supposed to be with. She’s who he’s going to be with.
Then you kiss him delicately again. He squeezes the nape of your neck and slips his tongue into your mouth. You hum contentedly against his tongue, sliding your arms around his broad shoulders.
You don’t need to know what comes next. You know he’s leaving and that’s all you need to know. He can make you happy for the time that he’s here. It’s not selfish if he’s making you happy too.
You feel a drop of rain on your shoulder first, then pull back and look up. His hands find your hips as he looks up with you, feeling warm droplets of rain hitting his cheek.
“Shit, come on.” He stands and plants you on your feet, grabbing your jacket from the ground. You intertwine your fingers with his, stopping him from heading back to the main road.
You look off to your left, then back at him.
“What?” He furrows his eyebrows slightly as more rain hits the exposed parts of his skin. You tug him toward you and head left. He follows uncertainly. “Where are we going?”
He squints at the boardwalk you’re headed for. It extends out over the water, it’s closed because of the weather, yet here you are dragging him under its shelter.
“What are we doing?” He asks as you press his back to one of the support beams. Small drops of rain make it through the gaps in the wood above your heads, but as it begins to pour across the rest of the beach, you’re both pretty dry under there.
“Living a little.” You answer, kissing him hard. Rooster’s eyes widen as you pull at his belt. He looks around hurriedly. “Calm down, everyone’s going home, we’re fine.”
“Seriously? Here?” He breathes out, brows scrunching. You tug his belt out of the loop, unbuckling it and popping open the button at the top of his jeans.
“Please?” You tease him, kissing his lips before you slide to your knees in front of him. Rooster shivers, sliding his hand up into your hair as he looks around him again. The beach is deserted because of the storm. He knows how busy this week at work is going to be, he’s not going to be able to see you again until at least the weekend. Maybe a stronger man would’ve stopped you. He leans his head back against the wooden beam as you press your mouth over his boxers.
“Shit.” He breathes out, curling his fingers in your hair. You hum amusedly, trailing your tongue along the outline of his cock, nuzzling your mouth against him until his white boxers are spit soaked and almost see through.
You look up at him through your lashes as you pull his waistband down, smirking. He groans. He shifts on his feet, planting them in the sand to keep his balance, curling his fingers tighter against your roots as you stick out your tongue and trail it along the vein on the underside of his cock.
You brace one hand against his thigh, wrapping your lips around him fully, flicking your tongue against the tip. He groans out again and again, head lulled back against the beam, brows furrowed in pleasure as your mouth works around him.
He tilts your chin and dares to look down at you. His cock twitches in your mouth. He just knows he’s going to be seeing this face in his dreams for the rest of his life. He strokes a thumb over your cheek, surprised by how much it turns him on to realise that he can feel himself through your cheek.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He murmurs, stroking his thumb over your cheek again, keeping his index finger under your chin to make sure he can see that pretty face the whole time. Doe-eyed and eager to please, working your mouth around him. Rooster grits his teeth to shut himself up.
He lets out a strangled, almost whimper as he slides his hand around to the base of your skull and pushes his hips forwards slightly. You hum, sliding your hand from his thigh to his hip and pressing your nails into his skin. The noise he makes when nose brushes his pelvis sends electricity through you, spurring you on.
“S-Shit… I’m so close.” He manages out, pressing his fingers hard into the nape of your neck. Your lip quirks slightly as you look up at him, mascara smudged under your eyes slightly.
You happily take all of it into your mouth, swallowing and fixing his boxers and jeans. You kiss his cheek as you pull up his zipper and begin to buckle his belt,
“Feel better?” You ask chirpily, making him let out a breathy chuckle.
He rests his forehead against yours as he guides you in for a kiss. He nods against you. He has so much to say but he can’t think of a single word. You buckle his belt and fix his shirt, which was pushed slightly up his stomach to be out of your way.
You kiss him once more, “Alright. Let’s go before the lightning starts.” Rooster breathes out hard as your hand slides into his and squeezes.
Hangman is still up when he hears Rooster’s door close again. He has been reading for a good while now, and watching the storm roll through the base. He grabs his watch from the bedside table and checks then time. Then, he pushes himself up onto his elbows and looks outside at the thunderous rainstorm.
He furrows his eyebrows slightly. There’s no way Rooster was out for four hours driving around in that. So, where was he?
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"Why is no one having a good time? I specifically requested it."
Here’s a thing: my husband used to watch a ton of tv, all the time. Always had something on in the background. But then he got sucked into TikTok and his attention span broke, so I’ve been watching most things myself.
He just put together a snack to wind down from his work day, and came back in for a glass of milk. I’m on the couch and as he swished by he said “I just turned on Brooklyn Nine-Nine”, which in and of itself was surprising, only to continue “and remembered he’s dead…” and I let out a wail I’ve been mostly ignoring.
Andre Braugher, I’m so sad that you’re gone. Brooklyn Nine-Nine is one of my absolute favorite comfort shows, and I’m not sure how I’m going to stand it now, for a while. Captain Holt is iconic, you can’t watch that show and not fall in love with him.
And now it’s just…sad.
Nine-Nine is another one of those shows I started watching religiously while it was airing on cable, the entirety of the reason being Andy mother-effing Samberg. I have been in love with him (and the Lonely Island, which we should talk about eventually) since that crazy man joined SNL and so nothing was going to tear me away from his randon sitcom. I came for him, obviously, but I stayed for everyone else.
Including, and mostly, Captain Raymond Holt.
I’m not gonna lie, he might be the most realized, well-defined character on the show. The man has layers. Gay, black cop who finally becomes captain of his own squad. Deadly serious, married to a professor, proud dog dad, lover of rules, hard grudge-holder, extremely literal and blunt, with the weirdest sense of humor.
Most of the best moments of this show involve Holt. There’s an entire scene wherein the squad is put on the night shift and it’s fucking with everyone’s relationships and someone suggests his bad mood is because he needs to bone down with his husband. His reaction has me crying every single time.
He has a dance-off with a kid on the street. He goes undercover as a straight person and does it hilariously. He gets incredibly, heavily, disturbingly invested in the Halloween heist game Jake sets up each year. He creates a ridiculous balloon arch for a wedding and gets deeply attached to it, and is infuriated by the fact that everyone thinks it’s weird as hell. He has the most fantastic arch rival relationship with an old partner, to the point where he plans to deliver a scathing eulogy when she unexpectedly dies. He learns the choreography set to Salt ‘N Peppa’s “Push It” and performs it to distract Amy while she’s giving birth.
It feels like a lot of characters on tv are two-dimensional, but good lord, Holt was in full technicolor, and it’s obvious the reason it works so well is because Andre Braugher was a master of his craft. He WAS Holt, for a lot of people, including me. No one else could have stepped in and created that man.
Throughout the show, Jake treated him like a surrogate dad because his own father (lol at Bradley Whitford in that role) was a dumpster fire, and it was really sweet. He just wanted validation, and acceptance.
In the finale, he tells Jake, "On my first day here, I asked Jeffords to tell me about everyone, He told me you were a great detective, but the one thing you couldn’t figure out was how to grow up. Well, I think you’ve finally figured it out. Over the years, you’ve sometimes referred to me as something of a father figure, but I want you to know, if I had had a son, and he had turned out like you, I would be very proud of him.”
I have a dad of my own, he’s wonderful and I love him and we have a great relationship, but y’all, Holt can be a surrogate dad for me too. He can be one for everyone. He always had a pearl of wisdom and he supported the entire squad in absolutely everything, and he was just an excellent human. Who was FUNNY and multidimensional and just…dope.
He’s one of those perfect characters. And they don’t come along that often. So I guess the point is, thank you, Andre Braugher, for bringing him to life, and giving us the gift that is Captain Raymond Holt. I’m glad we still have him, even if we don’t have you.
#brooklyn nine nine#brooklyn 99#captain holt#captain raymond holt#andre braugher#andy samberg#what g's watching#comfort show
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Stay with me,,,, (I'm half asleep so everything I'm saying is nonsense. Forgive)
Tommy and Maria being similar to Jake and Amy, right?
HOW DID TOMMY AND MARIA PROPOSE TO EACH OTHER?
cause I'm thinking of how Jake proposed to Amy and how it was the best thing ever, which made me think of tommy and maria, which made me think they should have a similar vibe
BUT IDK!!!!
OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE IDEAS ON THIS
first of all im kicking myself bc i read a tumblr post or fic or SOMETHING online somewhere before that inspired a small bit of how i imagine tommy would propose, and now i can’t find it??? so if this*** sounds familiar it’s definitely based on something i’m just blanking on what it is and will give full credit to op or whatever fucking thing im forgetting. this is also partly based off of how my dad and my mom became official
similar to jake and amy, i imagine them having a really goofy and sweet proposal story, like tommy has to ask maria a million times or sometimes does fake-outs like jim from the office, and maybe it’s something the entirety of jackson is invested.
im also thinking maybe maria wouldn’t want to reallyget married again, not necessarily because of her late husband but more because jackson just makes such a fuss out of weddings and she does not have time to plan that shit and she had a big wedding for her first marriage for the sake of her mother and hated it, so yeah no. she’s just maybe not big on getting married, and for the first bit of time she’s with tommy, she know he really likes her but isn’t surely thinking he wants anything serious. so for a while, maybe a year and a half to two years in, it’s just them being in love as tommy and maria, more partners than anything else to eachother, and that’s just fine with her
so imagine her surprise when one day her and tommy are eating dinner in the dining hall and one of jackson’s biggest gossips comes over and is like “y’all are just too darn cute—now tommy, when are we gonna see a ring on that finger?? it’s a shame this lady aint tied down” and tommy, cool as a fucking cucumber, just goes “oh don’t you worry, i got plans for that” because ??????????? huh????—?
she has to hold back choking on her fucking drink, she’s so taken aback. she waits until whoever that was goes on their marry fuckin way and then blinks, going “um????? you’ve got plans???” because maria is always the one with the plans. tommy hates plans. he says he loves that she loves them, but in a life an unpredictable as this, they often just get in the way; she doesn’t always disagree. but now, apparently, his plan for marriage is sure as his shooting aim, because he just smiles at her a dashingly and winks, murmuring out a smooth and flirty “yes, ma’am. i do i have plans.” for the rest of the dinner, her left leg bounces shakily under the table as he smirks as her from across the way.
because suddenly marriage doesn’t sound so bad, not when it’s marriage to her handsome cowboy goofball; the wedding she would still definitely rather just skip, but she’s sure she can convince tommy of that later. so for the rest of the night and week and month, she is on Red Alert to be proposed to, and unfortunately it just wracks her nerves
but because tommy is Tommy, he lovingly teases and fucks with her just perfectly enough to settle her mind down. he starts mixing in fake-out proposals (he does the shoe-tying one from the office while they’re hiking and watching a sunset during a romantic preproposal date two-person patrol, and she threatens to kick him off the cliff) with joking little asks for her hand in between mundane requests (hey baby, could you be a dear and marry me, then pass me the salt? im kiddin, just kiddin, i aint gonna ask like tha—what? what?? maria! come back!), also mixed with genuinely breathtaking little notes to declare how much he loves her one every few days (a note left on her dresser for her to wake up to one rare morning where tommy was up and out before her: “hey baby. just wanted to let you know how much i love you and how lucky i am to be here with you in my life. you guide me toward a greatness i never thought i could even achieve. i want to make you happy everyday. i can’t wait to call you my wife. seeya at lunch, mi vida. yours, tommy”) until eventually the pressure of being asked The Big Thing isn’t something she’s so anxious for anymore, until thinking about it just makes her smile. she’s looking forward to tommy being her husband more than anything
@bearrycool tysm again baby i got to go to sleep and wake up thinking abt this and it puts a big big big smile on my face
#im gonna stop here bc tbh i still have a million ideas about how he actually gets down and does it#might need some more help to pic one or just#or write many versions lol#BESTIE TYSM FOR ANOTHER GREAT ASK#PROMPT ATP THESE ARE PROMTS#sorry this was more jim and pam than jake and amy maybe but i def hc maria and tommy have jake and amy vibes#title of my sex tape is their thing#bearrycool ur very cool#asked and answered#maria x tommy#proposal#my writing#gonna make a fic out this prolly thank uuuuuu bearry
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I would love any sort of Max content! Nothing too specific, just fluff of some sort would be nice
Here, I wrote some fluffy dating headcanons, I hope it's okay for you and you like it !
TW : None, just fluff !
Requests open in my inbox !
𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 - 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝒶𝓍 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒…
First of all, let me make something clear : Max Brinly is the sweetest boy to ever walk this earth.
Get ready to have the best boyfriend ever. He checks all the cases. Walking green flag.
He is just. So concerned about your wellbeing. He randomly sends you texts like "hi how are u feeling ? Are you having a good day ?". If you're not, he'll go out of his mind to make you feel better.
Your favorite food ? Cooked. Your comfort movie ? On the TV. Your favorite blanket to be sad in ? Ready for you on the couch. Your favorite ice cream ? In the freezer.
Speaking of cooking, if you know how to cook yourself, then prepare for cooking dates. Just you two having fun in the kitchen, possibly starting a food fight.
If you don't, well in this case prepare to be well fed for the rest of your life. This boy knows how to handle his kitchen.
He also has huge parent energy. Will make you eat your vegetables and all that healthy stuff.
I don't see him being really into hookups or stuff, so when you're going into a relationship with him, it's for real. He's there for the long term (probably planning your wedding a few months in, by the way).
When it comes to cuddle, he is basically a teddy bear. He's just... so snuggly you know ? Hugging him is just so safe and comfortable.
He loves being the big spoon, he feels like he can protect you this way. Your safety is his #1 priority. However, he maybe won't admit it out loud but he also loves being the little spoon !! He'll be a bit embarrassed at first which is so cute but then he'll relax and probably enter heaven or smth. In conclusion : spoon him you won't regret it.
Pet names. Prepare for them because he's got a shit ton ready. Honey, sweetheart, sugar, somehow all related to sweetness lmao. He WILL get insanely flustered if you start to call him these too. Do it.
He cares about family, especially yours. He wants to make a good appearance, you know ? The day he gets to meet your parents he will sweat buckets he'll learn everything about them to impress them. (If you watch Brooklyn99, kinda like Jake did when he met Amy's dad, with a binder and all).
Does his best to give "i'll bring her home by 9PM" vibe, especially to your parents. If it's true or not I'll leave it to your imagination.
Earlier I mentioned that he's a walking green flag, here's a reason why : he has emotions, he knows it, and he's not too afraid to share them. He also knows that communication is key. If something you said makes him uncomfortable, he will do his best to tell you. If he feels sad or hurt, he won't keep it to himself and bottle it up, because he knows that it'll get out one day.
Encourages you to speak up about your feelings as well. He'll understand if that's not your thing, but will try his best to make you comfortable and and trust him enough to share what's on your heart.
He just has so much love to give. Loving him in return is like, the best thing that happened to you.
#the quarry#max brinly x reader#max brinly#laura kearney#the quarry game#emma mountebank#jacob custos#kaitlyn ka#ryan erzahler#nick furcillo#dylan lenivy#abigail blyg#headcanons
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Okay I saw your fic behind the scenes ask game and I MUST know behind the scenes info for "So A Crazy Thing Happened At The Terra Bella Lodge"
Oh my GOSH I'm so excited to tell you all of it!!!!
First, obligatory link to said fic in case someone would like to read it! (But be warned-- I spoil everything below)
A couple of fun facts:
I can't remember for the life of me what exactly spurred this idea, but it's heavily influenced by Leverage and some of the more bottle-like episodes they've done. Very heist-y origins! Although I wish I was better at writing heists, because a Brooklyn 99/The Rookie heist would be the crossover fic of the century.
I spent roughly 15 entire hours watching episodes of Brooklyn 99 and clips of Jake and Amy so I could get their voices in my head, since I'd been on a Rookie spree and all I was hearing was Tim and Lucy, and while they're similar in some ways I needed to remember how to write Peraltiago! Pretty sure I've watched every single b99 clip that exists on Youtube
The inspiration for the Terra Bella Mountain Lodge is actually a real place!! It's a wedding venue in Estes Park, CO called the Della Terra Mountain Chateau. I've sadly never been there but it looked GORGEOUS, and if I ever get married, it'll be on my top 5 venue options for sure
I tossed around the idea of whether or not to have Jake and Amy's kids there with them, since it's kind of a romantic spot, but I opted for my own enjoyment of getting to write the kids instead of being realistic and keeping them in New York with Jake's mom or something
I listened to basically nothing except this chenford playlist I made, the whole time. music on repeat is very effective for my writing brain :)))
I had a couple deleted scenes where Jake and Amy solve the whole case from the minivan, then Tim goes and busts Lucy out by fistfighting 3 guards at once in a superhuman throwdown brawl, but I went back and added those scenes where Lucy saves herself like the queen she is since she was feeling a little too Damsel-in-Distress and not enough Badass Officer (Detective) Chen, and I'm SO glad I did. It's a better story for the grandkids ;)
Also, in previous drafts Raymond Reeves WAS the villain. I was planning him as the thief who wanted to steal some diamonds or something, but it just wasn't gelling with my brain. I think I rewrote all the scenes with him and Marcia about 27 times before I was happy with it.
SPEAKING OF THAT DUDE!!! This is one of my favorite BTS tidbits :))) Raymond Reeves' backstory is that he has about 10 aliases that he uses and for ALL of them, the initials are S.K. -- Sanford Kain, Silas Kearney . . . Because S.K. stands for Serial Killer. He was so guilty about what he did to his brother-in-law, that he purposefully branded himself forever, subconsciously hoping someone would put the pieces together and he'd finally be arrested and punished for his crime.
Vesa Wescott was always going to be in on the crime from the beginning, I just didn't decide exactly how until Ronan Reeves came into the picture :)
This is very easily the first fic I've fully drafted out from beginning to end, and it STILL changed along the way!
I threw around the idea of Lucy going into preterm labor during the snowstorm, but figured that was kind of cliche and scary and unnecessary, and I'd rather have her working the case with Jake and Amy than anything else.
Oh, and Tim absolutely breaks his no-Disneyland rule for the Peraltiago fam :))) But given that I've never been to Disneyland and have no idea what it's like, I don't feel qualified to write that fic . . . Maybe someday!!
So yeah, there you have it!! I hope you enjoyed this episode of behind the fic with yours truly 😄
[ask me about a fic!]
#katie’s sleep deprived ramblings#writing#the rookie#brooklyn 99#so this crazy thing happened at the terra bella mountain lodge
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CONGRATS ON 200!!!!! we lit j became mutuals like 2 days ago but ur my bff and i love u and i’m SOOO HAPPY FOR UUUU !!! i have to do thirteen going on thirty cz i acc dont watch movies or shows that much and get so much hate for it 😒😒 but anyway omg ummm i’m an infj taurus hopeless romantic (taylor wrote so high school ab me trust) ANGST HATER 😬 i physically mentally spiritually cannot deal w angst sorry….. i’m a huge perfectionist and super organized (idk if you’ve watched b99 but my friends say i remind them of amy!!) and an ambivert like not even leaning i genuinely believe i am 50/50 LOL i play tennis and read (i love reading i could read a 1k page book in one sitting but cannot watch a 2hr movie LOL) and study … yes i’m considering it a hobby atp 🙁🙁 i also LOVE greek mythology like outside of pjo LMAOOO my top 3 pjo chars r jason and percabeth (cannot forget the ogs) honestly this is all off the top of my head i can’t think of much LMAO lmk if u need more AND CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
୨୧ THIRTEEN GOING ON THIRTY!
༊*·˚ TO MY DEAR CYN,
BABBBBBEEES swear. i know we only became moots like days ago, BUT I TOO THINK YOURE MY BFF 🥹 i’m so glad we’re mutuals and we get to interact more often,, i’m so serious i had a tumblr blog girl crush on you URRR LAYOUT AND UR ENERGY SO CUUUTE! <3 ALSO I LOVE B99!? I JUST STARTED AND IM SO JAKE PERALTA?? u may be the amy santiago to my jake peralta.
which is why,, your movie is “ENCHANTED” <3 by kevin lima!! IT MAY SEEM UNEXPECTED BUT JUST HEAR ME OUT!! enchanted is so cutesy, and such a magical and incredibly charming movie and it’s exactly how i see you.
in the first part of the movie, giselle deeply wants things to go perfect for her wedding, and the male lead i actually see as a perfectionist!!
it’s also such a sweet rom-com, just like a fairy tale you read in books about shooting your shot and that love would always overcome hate. it’s also not a super angsty movie!! maybe just a few parts that add to the plot, but other than that, it is such a comforting and fun watch.
ALSO THE WHOLE AESTHETIC IT HAS?? totally matches with yours. like princess, royal-core!!!
i personally freaking love this movie, i grew up with it, watched it with my mom countless of times. so if i love this movie, associate it with you, IT JUST MEANS I LOVE YOU *stretches arms,* this much.
since you’re a jason girlie, i also would think he’d 100% love this movie and would watch it with you. he’d love giselle’s charming personality, and the how the romance builds up.
cyn, you’re my sweet, a hopless romantic softie princess-core gal, and this is exactly your 2000s movie babes. 💛
i hope it’s accurate and you like it!! 🥹
lots of love and sunkisses to cyn, — sunni!
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I was reading through your tags and saw that you had mentioned one of the reasons you love Brooklyn 99 is because of the way the entire cast gel on screen and loving most of the dynamics between the characters.
I guess I just wanted to know why you think they are all able to gel so well together and what makes the chemistry work not only as a team but for each individual relationship. And which dynamics are your favorite in the show.
Thanks!
I don't know if I can say why they're all able to gel because I don't think you ever really know, a cast can hate each other off set but it just works when they're on set and they're playing their characters, a cast can get along really well off set and when the camera is on it just doesn't translate. I remember watching The Simpsons cast on Inside The Actors Studio and James Lipton assumed that the cast were really close and had great chemistry outside of work and they were like no, we don't see each other outside of work but when we're in the booth, we just riff, we just get that chemistry etc.
For Brooklyn Nine Nine what works for them as a squad is that they feel close, they feel like a work family, which is partly the writing but also the humour and familiarity they have with each other
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For instance, Superstore, they're all supposed to be relatively close, they go to trivia night together, they go to Amy's house for BBQs/Golden Globes parties, they go to each other's weddings but as a whole they don't gel in the same way that the B99 cast does, there's an inherent distance between all of them and it works for Superstore because they feel like coworkers rather than friends and they each have their individual friend groups, it's more like an ecosystem than a squad or a family
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In terms of the individual dynamics, all I can really say is that they riff off each other the way they need to, it never feels forced, it never feels awkward unless it's intentionally awkward, the different duos or trios have a sense of familiarity with each other that makes them feel close even if it's Gina insulting Amy, it all just works.
My favourite dynamics all involve Jake: Jake and Amy, Jake and Charles, Jake and Holt, Jake and Kevin.
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B99 Obsession Chart Season 1 :) PART TWO
SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SEASON ONE OF BROOKLYN 99
so, i'm rewatching B99, and a lot of it makes me want more stories, more details, more more more. so, here are my notes, and what they make me think of.
for efficiency's sake, this will also be where i "store" my B99 s1 prompts. might be some spoilers for later seasons if the inspiration came from watching this one. just look for links in there to see the prompts. also, some prompts might fit with multiple episodes/notes but they'll only be linked in one place, which will be whichever fitting one i've in front of me as i add the links, not necessarily the most fitting one of all of them. did that make sense?
1:13
Holt is shit at social stuff
Jake needs finance lessons very badly
“channel that passion into the dance” >> jake hanging out at gina (and diaz’) s dance lessons
>> charles’ ex wife’s new boyfriend’s hot tub party 27
>> amy learns stick
>> peraltiago meet cute on the manhattan bridge 28
1:14
Jake’s shit at sharing
>> gina takes secret fight lessons, 99 teaches gina self defense and shit 29
1:15
Jake doesnt have a dentist
Holt & terry play IRL sims
Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : be supportive to your partner (jake whos surprised)
1:16
Squad meets kevin
Jake went to dentist >> dragging 30
Finest vinyard in arkansas >> team trip 31
Amy has a mental breakdown
Jake watches jeopardy
DVR : bones, sherlock, how it’s made >> wtff??? 32
1:17
Terry’s sneaky dad lessons : witness is witness even if he looks dumb (amy & rosa)
Holt’s possessive
Jake lets the perfect girl go to help charles
1:18
The dad episode
>> holt & jake play catch
Gina buys jake’s place 34
Gina & jake both no dads, grow up w/ nana
Jake watched movie abt cop protect potus 12x 33
Boyle knows where to get loose hairs??
Jake never seen little mermaid 35
Amy knows music letters thingy
I would totes buy the toilet in the living room flat
Gross cream hair makes me pukey
Gina got flat @20
Jake dug thru amy’s bin during his own crisis because he’s a nosy little shit
Jake saying 33 gives me starkid aladdin flashbacks oh no
1:19
holt plays along to robot jokes, my boy grew up so fast look at him relaaaax
amy & teddy / rosa vs charles ep
cwazy cupcakes >> addicted holt thing, related stabby episode? 36
Jake’s into star wars?
“dressed like an airline pilot” >> holt colleague with douchebag peralta 37
Jake’s a good shot
Holt lactose intolerant
Scully calls jake jakey 38
1:20
Stupid diet for stupid people episode
Jake & boyle wedding prep ep
Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : teach dont freak out (rosa)
Jake’s a “chocolate guy”
>> amy apologises to hitchcock for wishing him to have aneurisms after aneurisms after ya get me 39
1:21
Holt’s hulahoop accident >> jake stalks to prove 40
Amy goes to the dentist
Jake is obsessed by his job
Martin looks wayyy younger than kevin >> + jake is a jealousy prone only child + kid fic 41
>> Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : how to make speeches (jake)
1:22
How’d you go from let’s get married and move to another country to let’s break up ???
Terry has plastic spoons we need an intervention
Holt says all his breakups were nice but there’s wooden duck guy
Scully has at least two kids
Jake stalks eddy fong cause he’s a lunatic
Jake says “i’m blind” which sends me to the mentalist episode
Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : good posture (go on guess...ya it’s jake again)
Just how often does jake say thrift store??
I really want all of jakes fake names to be names of people he arrested cause hes a work obsessed freak 42
Amy cant dance for shit
Jake CAN dance???
If holt told you to jump off a bridge – jake fucking would
Rosa’s face when she says ‘ive never dated anyone good’ REEKS of ‘i let the perfect girl get away because i didnt get out of my closet to ask her out” 43
Gina and boyle shag
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🎲 — jake to amy
07. a romantic kiss
it wasn't the perfect wedding. & by that, she only means that it wasn't the traditional kind. it wasn't the wedding the imagined as a little girl. & it most definitely wasn't the wedding she planned meticulously with jake over the last few months. if she hates one thing with all her might, it's the moment a well crafted plan needs to be thrown in the trash in favor of improvisation. granted, this wasn't your typical wedding gone wrong. when people's safety is at stake, there's no room for pettiness. but she was allowed to be sad ; her focus had shifted from what was meant to be the most memorable day in their lives to solving a case. & despite the insanity of it all, she couldn't help but find it all so fitting. even more so when charles had surprised them with a 9-9 style ceremony. it wasn't perfect – but it was better. & with jake at her side, it had everything it needed.
she watches him now with an ever adoring gaze, choosing to ignore the fact that they're having their reception at a bar. she's surrounded by people she loves dearly & the love of her life & that's all she'll ever need. glass of champagne is brought up to her lips next, but she doesn't get to take a sip. terry can spot a look full of love from miles away & this time, it just so happens that it leads to the start of a symphony of clinking glasses with his at the forefront, urging the groom & bride to kiss. unbridled joy brightens her smile at the sound, glass set aside before she leans into jake's touch, a hand of her own reaching for his cheek before their lips touch. soft & sweet & dizzying. it lingers for seconds on end, before it dissolves along with their friends' cheers. " jake peralta... i love you so damn much. "
@castlesfallen | meme
#( dialogue / amy santiago )#can you tell i've been craving to write something sappy#anywaY they have my whole lil heart#castlesfallen – jake p.
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*runs*
18,19,20!!!!!!
Amy! Thank you for the ask, my dear <3
18. What are some head canons that you have that you would like to see in canon for your favorite characters?
Buck may not know movies but he has a very good knowledge of 90-00 pop-punk and boy/girl bands (because of Maddie)
Which also feeds into me wishing we would get Maddie and Buck doing a duet (with full routine) to 'I think we're alone now' with their boys watching lovingly from the bar.
Bobby still getting cards from families and the kids he saved with his golden blood - what I would give for this to be brought back up again in canon.
Karen goes into schools to promote Women in STEM, and POC in STEM, and I would love her to have another episode with the 118 - maybe a demonstration goes wrong and they need some help? Or Karen ends up being a witness a la Jake and Kevin and we get scenes of Karen sneaking out to work because she needs her lab and her team!
19. If your character was given three wishes that were guaranteed to come true, what do you think they would wish for?
Oh Buck would wish all his 118 fam were happy, healthy, and safe on their jobs until retirement; That Chris and Eddie in particular are always together, and maybe... just maybe... he and eddie can be happy together too (if thats ehat eddie wants...)
20. What storylines would you like to see for your favorite characters next season?
Buddie - Secret relationship, the audience knows but the boys want a lil time to figure things out, but everyones getting suspicious....
Madney - WEDDING PLANNING and HEN/STAG-DO shenanigans (I've wrote about what i would love to see here)
Again, I need more Karen and hen/karen shenanigans! Like they had the 'going to the bar to catch the ID thief' and it turned into anight out, I'd love something similar, but bigger! Something that plays to both their strengths - Karen's science brains and Hen's adaptability/solving skills/ability to drive big machinary.
Send me some 911 asks!
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I DONT THINK U ANSWERED WRONG BUT I LIKE BOTH ANSWERS i just.. never watched.. brooklyn nine nine...
HELP.. its okay...💟 theres like a flashback scene where jake and amy first shake hands or something then charles is like "I hear wedding bells!" ... i guess yosano would be like the charles boyle to atsujuni but less intense and more subtle
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