[ Y O U T H ] ❝and when the lights start flashing like a photo booth, and the stars exploding, we'll be fireproof!❞
jake peralta x male oc.
brooklyn nine nine: season two, forward.
- copyright credit goes to illuminatedhearts.
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"It's been too long since I've been here. I don't recognise anything."
Mihaela grinned from beside him. She had donned a toque as per his request, though she had protested that 'it was not even cold out!' - even if she had not been out yet that morning. She stuffed her fingers deeper into her cold pockets and glanced his way, just for a second before her eyes returned to the road. "Ha, right - Brooklyn never changes."
"Well sure, some things remain, but-" Rudy trailed off. It was impossible to put into words the nostalgia he was feeling, especially considering that there was oh so much that his daughter did not know. And she was too young to remember life as he knew it, so of course, things were familiar to her youthful mind. It had not been decades, for her, since gracing the haunted streets.
"Dad?"
"Oh. Yeah?"
She spared another glance his way, that time unsmiling. "You okay?"
He hummed out his response, soft and hoarse as his eyes still stared out. "I could not be better, Miha. Just glad to be here."
"Alright, if you say so." She paused, twisting through traffic, before scoffing. "Don't get all soft on me, now."
An impossible promise he stupidly agreed to. How could he not marvel at the presence of his daughter, drink it all in hungrily, trying to comprehend the fact that he was actually there in the flesh, in Brooklyn thousands of miles away? It felt like a dream.
Or, perhaps a nightmare.
"I wanna take you to my favourite pizza place," Mihaela chirped, swinging her arms and ignoring all the strange looks her joy got. It was rare to see someone genuinely happy walking down the streets of Brooklyn - that much, it seems, had not changed from when he was a kid. "It's greasy as hell, but boy does it taste good."
"Wow. It even better than Sal's?"
The girl paused, glancing back to him with a quizzical expression. "Sal's? That place burnt down a hot minute ago."
"Sal's? No way."
She nodded fervently. "It was a whole deal. Cops came in and ev'rything, bustin' down the place like no one's business."
Rudy said nothing to that. He really could not remember the pizza place that well, not really - but knowing that it was burnt down and gone just like most of his favourite old places stung. There were so many good memories spent there, and a couple of bad ones too, but enough positives to make it a sight he wanted to see again. It was just a pizza place, but he still silently grieved that loss to himself.
