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Music In The Cop Car (Tim Bradford x (y/n) (l/n))

"What are you doing?" Tim Bradford, (y/n) (l/n)'s TO asked her.

The woman glanced at him as she continued to plug in her phone into an AUX cord. "I'm gonna play some music."

"Uh no, you're not," he snatched the cord away.

"What? Why not?"

"Because I said so."

She sighed. "Okay, mom~" They sat in silence for a few moments. "Please-"

"No."

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Mornings (Logan Huntzberger x (y/n) (l/n))

She could feel her boyfriend's, Logan Huntzberger, arms around her torso as she slowly awoke. (y/n) (l/n) smiled at the feeling of him wrapped around her. The pair's legs were tangled together, the funny memory of putting her cold feet on him the previous night. He'd took a pillow from his side and hit her softly because of her choice.

"No ma'am," he'd said. "We were having such a sentimental moment."

"And we still are," she'd responded, giving him a light kiss to his lips. Back to the current moment, (y/n) carefully turned herself around to face Logan. She could feel his warm breath fanning against her cheek. It was comforting. She felt like she was at home, and she was. (y/n) began to count the faint freckles on his face in her head. She did this for about two minutes before she gave up on the cause and started to kiss him on his forehead, then on the tip of his nose, on both eyelids, on his cheekbones, and on his sharp jawline.

(y/n) started to play with his hair, tangling his golden locks between her fingers. She closed her eyes, sighing in pleasure. And that's when she heard a small purr of content leave Logan's lips, his eyes fluttering open. He squinted in the dim yet harsh light that filled the room as he looked at (y/n).

"Morning sweetheart," he said huskily, giving her a sleepy smile.

"Morning," she responded, not taking her eyes off his hair. He took her jaw in one of his hands, making her look at him.

"How did my girl sleep?"

"Your girl slept great with you by her side."

"Good," he pulled her close. "Well, I can tell you that I slept amazing."

"Because of what?" (y/n) nuzzled her nose against his jaw.

"You."

"Oh really?" she leaned in closer, inches away from his lips.

"Mhm," he enclosed his lips on hers, a small hum escaping (y/n)'s mouth. "So beautiful," he murmured, separating from her.

"My hair is a mess," she laughed.

"And yet, you look extravagant."

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Swooning (John Laurens x (y/n) Washington)

Being a Washington seems like it would be fun, I suppose. A life living in luxury, party's galore, and of course, the money for make-up. I mean, it may seem pretty extravagant to have your father as the president. But, in reality, it's not. You have to tend to different things like picking out dresses, helping mother bake, trying to learn at least one thing in this place known as the schoolhouse. You also have to learn how to be prim-and-proper. Even on the days where you just want to act like a pig and roll around in the dirt and mud like the boys did when they were younger before they were mature.

I believe my favorite part about it is the literature. You see, my dream is to become an author. An author of what? Well, I don't know quite yet. But, just sitting under an apple tree, enjoying the green grass that tickled my feet, snacking on the fruit and watching the sun arise with the beautiful colors of orange and pink gives me peace in the early mornings so I could have a little calmness throughout the day. Like today.

"(y/n)? Are you almost ready?" my Mother, Martha Washington, asked me from her bedroom. She must've been getting ready for the party we were going to, as was I. It was a celebration called the Winter's Ball.

"Yes mother," I responded, purposefully making it sound as if I was irritated, which I was. She'd asked me the same question not even two minutes ago.

"Watch your tone, missy," said Mother in a playful tone. I laughed, and heard footsteps heading toward my room. It was my Father.

"Well, don't you look pretty?" he smiled, adjusting the lapels on his uniform.

"I guess?" I shrugged, rearranging my own clothing: a beige colored medieval dress, the sleeves long and wide, the outfit finished with a inky black half corset. I also wore a golden necklace littered with diamonds and flats. Red ones at that.

"Oh wow," said my Mother, who'd now joined us. "You'll be getting lots of male attention, I'll tell you that."

"Martha!" exclaimed my Father. "Don't say such foul things!"

"Sometimes honesty can be brutal, darling," Mother waved him off, sauntering over to me. Her hands reached up to my (h/c), silky hair, delicately touching the tight braids I'd twisted together on my own. There was about 4 small ones were intertwined with my hair that wasn't interlaced. "Now, shall we go?"

"We shall. Ladies first, as always," my Father smiled, gesturing to the door way, politely letting them go first.

"Are we going in the carriage?" I asked, slipping on the rings I had in my hand. One was black and the other silver.

"But of course!" said Father excitedly. "Look outside." So, I did, smiling at the blue beauty on the street, a male coach on the high seat attached, the horses both a smooth white, not spec of dirt as far as I could tell from there.

"Well then, let's go! I'd like to get to this Winter's Ball!" I exclaimed.

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The ride to the rather big light yellow house was boring. As much as I love nature, like I've stated previously, it was quite dull compared to a ball. We arrived, the coach hopping down from his perch, tying the horses to a rogue fence that was meant to hold them temporarily until he let us off. Then he'd go to the stables behind the house. How do I know this so well? This wasn't my first rodeo. I've ridden once or twice.

The coach strolled over to our doors, quickly opening them and releasing the metal stairs for us to get down. He first helped Mother, then Father, and finally me. I didn't mind this of course. I was never one to follow to rules, anyway. As I walked down the path, people turned, making me a bit self-conscious. I moved a stray piece of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I felt all eyes on me, the men scanning me up and down. Men I didn't know, and I didn't care to either.

Walking in, I heard a voice yell my name. "(y/n)!" It was Eliza Schuyler. More or less one of the richest family names in New York.

"Eliza!" I yelled excitedly back to my best friend. "How are you? I haven't seen you since last Christmas."

"I know. It's been awfully painful," Eliza hugged me. "I've been good. You?" My eyes accidentally roamed the room, landing on someone. And was he handsome.

"I've been... fine. Holy crap, who is that?" I murmured from the side of my mouth to the woman in front of me, not taking my eyes off the man.

"Oh him? That's John Laurens. He's one of the many in Hamilton's friend group, I presume. He talks to them all the time." I slowly nodded, scanning his features. From there, I could see the brown freckles that contrasted with his ivory skin. He must've been a soldier, for he had his uniform on just like my Father had his. His brown curly hair was tied up in a bun, and his laugh felt like the sound of music to my ears.

"You're flushed," acknowledged Angelica Schuyler, Eliza's older sister. "You do know that, right?"

"Am I?" I turned to her abruptly. "Dang it."

"I don't think he minds," said Eliza, who smirked.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Because he's coming over right now," said Angelica.

"What?!" I whisper-yelled to both sisters. My eyes glanced to John, who was walking over to right then. "Oh dear God."

"Good luck~" Angelica dragged out, pulling Eliza away. I gulped, seeing the man I felt like I would swoon over any second approach me.

"Hi," he smiled, his pearly whites shinning bright in the light. "I'm John Laurens. You are?"

"Umm," I stumbled over my words. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. "(y-y/n). Yeah, yeah. That's my name."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," said John, winking at me. I felt myself flush even more.

"Aw t-thanks."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he said. "Wanna dance?" Laurens stuck out a hand.

"Sure," I said, taking his in mine. He pulled me along, eyes looking to his friends who whistled. John laughed, twirling me into his grasp. "Have I told you you look nice tonight?"

"No."

"Well then, you look nice tonight."

"You do, too," I smiled, letting one of his hands fall to my waist.

"So, what's your last name?"

"Getting to second base already?"

"No," he laughed. "You just didn't tell me your last name."

"Washington. (y/n) Washington."

"Ooo, you're the big guys daughter."

"You know what, Laurens?"

"What, Washington?" he fired back. I blushed at the way he said my last name. Oh, tonight would be a fun night, wouldn't it?

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Pranks (Ronald Weasley x (y/n) (l/n))

Being apart of the Weasley twins group was very exhilarating to say the least. Yes, getting to eat and hang out with them was all fun and games, but pranking students, teachers, and friends was the best part. Today, however, was quite different. Today... they were to prank Ronald Weasley, (y/n)'s boyfriend.

"So, we ready to rock and roll?" (y/n) (l/n) asked.

George Weasley nodded, smirking. "He'll never see whats coming."

"So, I just act like normal?"

"Yes ma'am," Fred Weasley smiled. "Good luck." Smiling, the girl walked down the hall to the Gryffindor Dorms. She herself was one, so it'd be easy to get it. Hopefully, Harry had the shaving cream. She was relying on him. The door opened after saying the passcode: Dilligrout, one of the many. (y/n) walked in, immediately spotting the Golden Trio, as she called them. They were sitting in front of the fire, probably trying to keep warm. It was pretty cold today.

"Looky what we have here," (y/n) asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the brick fireplace. "It's the Golden Trio." She saw Ron smile in the dim light.

"Hey (n/n)," Harry Potter said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. How are you guys?"

"Better with you here," Ronald Weasley mumbled. Hermione Granger, (y/n)'s best friend, laughed.

"Of course you'd say that," she said.

"It's true!" Ron defended. "You guys don't make fun of me as much when she's here!"

"Oh? Do we need to step up our game?" Ginny Weasley sat next to Harry, her boyfriend.

"No. I think Ron's had enough," (y/n) looked to her own boyfriend. "Come on. Let's go." She walked over and pulled him up.

"Where we going?" he asked, giving the girl a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Just... follow me." So, he did. Which he really shouldn't have, because as the exited, water spilled over his head, then glitter was poured, and shaving cream was sprayed. Luckily, everyone in the hall and dorm saw it. (y/n) was practically rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically.

"What in heavens name was that for?!" he asked, wiping it from his face.

"Y-you look like a marsh mellow!" she said. George and Fred came around the corner, helping the girl up and giving her a high-five.

"Oh geez, was I today's prank?" he groaned. She nodded, still laughing. "Well, guess what?"

"What?" The boy pulled her into a hug, making her squeal in disgust. "Ron!!"

"Payback, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear.

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Coming Home (Nicholas Torres x (y/n) (l/n))

(y/n) missed him. God, she missed him. So, so much. With Nick being in Afghanistan, she felt lonely. Really lonely. The phone calls were good. Until he barely got to talk to her. She then depended on texts. But those went to crap soon after. McGee tried to cheer her up, but couldn’t. Even Clayton, her best friend, had attempted but failed. Nick had gone away before, but not for six months. Six very long and draining months. So when the day came that marked him coming home, she was ecstatic.

(y/n) got up at four and called Clayton, who was surprisingly already on his way to her house. He arrived a few minutes later with coffee.

“Aww, thanks Clay. You da best!” she hugged Reeves, who smiled.

“I know what to get for my bestie. Even if getting this risked waking up Ellie,” he said, which made (y/n) giggle. The girl led him into the kitchen where she had all her craft stuff out. Posters, tape, markers, crayons. You name it, (y/n) had it.

“Wow, going all out for him, aren’t ya love?” Clayton laughed when she hit him.

“Yes. He’s been gone for six months and I’ve missed him,” she pouted as she sat. “I need his love.” (y/n) winced at her childlike voice. She sounded so… needy. Apparently, Reeves saw this look and sighed, sitting down next to her.

“I get it. Whenever I’m gone, I miss Bishop,” Clayton said. “I felt very needy as well.” (y/n) looked up at him with a small smile.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes!!” he exclaimed, which made (y/n) laugh. “I then learned that Ellie had the same feeling of neediness and we both cheered each other up.”

“That’s sweet,” (y/n) said.

“Yeah! What’s even sweeter is you opening the door for me!” Bishop’s playful voice sounded from the other side of (y/n)’s door. The (h/c) quickly popped up from her seat and ran to the door.

“I’m so sorry,” (y/n) said. “If I’d known you were there, I would’ve opened the door in a jiffy.”

“You’re not the one that should be apologizing. Mr. Leaves-and-doesn’t-give-me-a-kiss-good-bye should,” Ellie huffed.

“I’m sorry!” Clayton gave Bishop a hug, which she gladly accepted.

“Alright. Let’s get these signs started!” (y/n) said, bouncing back to her seat. As they did just that, (y/n) looked over to the couple, who were pushing each other and helping. She frowned. But then smiled again. Nick would be coming home. He would be home.

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Around ten o’clock, the three musketeers were at the air force airport, soon to be joined by the rest of the team.

“Where are they?” (y/n) whined.

“Stop being impatient,” Abby walked around the corner with Deliah and McGee, who held a sign.

“Sorry…” (y/n) murmured.

“No, you shouldn’t be. I mean, come on. You’re seeing your Latino lover,” Quinn said from behind.

“Dear lord, please don’t call Nick that,” Vance emerged with Gibbs, who was snickering.

“I think it’s quite cute,” Ducky said, Palmer by his side.

“Alright, everyone here? Can we go before (y/n) explodes from excitement?” Ellie teased.

“Shut up…” (y/n) blushed. “Vamos!”

“Someone has really been missing Nick,” McGee said. (y/n) rolled her eyes and started walking, everyone soon following suit. They headed outside, the cold wind quickly meeting everyone’s face as they walked forward. The team stopped at a bright line that signaled them to. So, they sat and waited. And waited. And waited.

It was a good 20 minutes before they heard a plane land and park in front of the team. (y/n) was the first one to stand. She bounced on both feet as she waited for Nick to exit. A minute or so passed before she saw the stairs roll up to the side and the door open. (y/n) saw the pilot and co-pilot go first. Then the air attendants. Finally, she saw Torres’ form walk down the stairwell with his carryon backpack.

She waited for the all clear for her to go, which they gave about twenty seconds afterwards. Nick was about one quarter of the way when they met eyes as she ran toward him. He started to walk faster, a small smile tugging on his lips as they got closer. He dropped his bag and opened his arms which she gladly jumped into his arms. He twirled her and she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his torso.

“Hey,” he whispered, taking in her fruity smell, all the while (y/n) giggled when his scruff tickled her cheek.

“Hi,” she smiled as they separated. (y/n) took a moment to take his features in. The chocolate brown eyes she’d missed were there. His smile was there. His hair was still the way she liked it, slightly curly and long. His scruff wasn’t really scruff anymore. It was a small beard, which she adored. Leaning in, she kissed him, long and hard, as did he.

Parting, he sighed, setting her down. She grabbed some of his bag, slinging it around his shoulder. After a moment, he took a hold of his hand and squeezed in as they walked.

“God, do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he said, sounding like a small squeal.

“Espero que sea mucho porque si no fuera así, tendríamos problemas importantes, señor (I'm hoping it's a lot because if it wasn't, we'd be having major issues, mister),” she said, which he looked at her with wide eyes.

“��Aprendiste español (You learned Spanish)?” Nick asked, (y/n) loving his accent even more.

“Si!” she exclaimed.

“I love you,” Nick said.

“Te amo (I love you),” (y/n) said, which Nick chuckled.

“Dear lord, the power couple is back,” Clayton patted the man on the back.

“Why the urgency of me needing to come back?” Nick chuckled.

“This one over here has been moping and not doing her job,” Gibbs snickered, giving him a hug. “I’d appreciate it if, next time, you let her go with him, Vance.”

“Note taken,” Vance said. Nick looked over to his lover who was blushing and laughed. As Nick made his way around with open arms, (y/n) walked over to Quinn, who was smiling at the girl.

“You happy?” Quinn asked, bumping her shoulder. (y/n) smiled even wider, looking at the woman.

“Yeah, I really am,” (y/n) laughed as she saw Clayton bring Nick in for a huge hug. After a few minutes, Nick came strolling back to (y/n), Quinn bumping her one last time before leaving the two be.

“Hi,” (y/n) whispered, taking him in her small arms. Nick smiled as he started to sway them back and forth. “Wanna go home?”

“Please,” Nick said, sounding like a whine. The girl laughed and took his hand.

“Well, let’s go get your bags and go home. I bet you need a massage from sleeping on a bedrock cot,” (y/n) said, in which Nick responded with a small sigh of relief.

“Okay,” Nick said. “Let’s go.”

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“Home sweet home!” Nick exclaimed excitedly, flopping on the bed. (y/n) laughed from the doorway as he stayed there. Torres flipped over, scooting up on the bed to put his hands behind his head. “This bed feels so much better than a cot.”

“I bet,” (y/n) said, walking over to the bed and flopping down next to him. The man looked at his lover and smiled, wrapping his arms around the girl and pulling her closer. They were face to face at this point, forehead to forehead. “Well, hello handsome. You look good.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Nick smirked. And in return, he got a slap to the shoulder.

“Wow…” (y/n) scoffed at him playfully. She stood and left, hearing a whine of objection.

“No, come back,” Nick said.

“Nope,” (y/n) said, swaying her hips a bit more than usual as she moved to the kitchen. She heard the bed creak as Nick got up and his footsteps coming closer and closer to her. (y/n) felt two arms slip around her, picking her up and taking her to the bedroom to drop her on the soft mattress.

He flopped on top of her, a groan coming from (y/n). Nick snuggled her, (y/n) finally giving in. They laid there for a couple minutes, soon the soft snores from Torres filling the room like a comforting lullaby for (y/n). She smiled, slowly sitting up and laying the tired man down. She got blankets and tucked him in as well as giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. (y/n) walked out to the kitchen, deciding that she was gonna make some lunch. For her and Nick, knowing he’d be awake soon enough.

She made two PB&J sandwiches with some cut up vegetables on the side and soda. As if she had called him, Nick made his way into the space, sitting at the counter.

“Good morning sleepy head,” she smiled as she fixed the plates, not facing him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better if you were still cuddling me,” Nick pouted, crossing his arms in a very childlike way.

“Now you see how I feel when you go to the gym in the mornings,” (y/n) raised an eyebrow to herself.

“Yeah yeah. Whatcha making?” he asked.

“PB&J sandwiches and some veggies,” she smiled facing him. “With a soda.” She took a moment to scan his features for the second time that day. His hair was disheveled, a lazy smile painted on his face, and his skin glistening from the sunlight. It made (y/n) feel like she was home.

“Like what you see, chica?” Torres winked, causing you to blush while giving him his plate.

“I just… missed seeing you in the mornings is all,” (y/n) smiled as she sat. A few moments later, tears started to fill her eyes. With all but one sniffle coming out, Torres turned.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, lacing his hand with hers. She turned to look at him and that’s when all of the water came down like a waterfall.

“I didn’t w-want you to get h-hurt. I needed y-you to come home s-safe, but I-I didn’t want to bother y-you on your trip with my n-needs,” she cried as he stood her up and he did the same, engulfing her in a hug.

“Look at me,” he said. Yet, (y/n) didn’t. This was the one thing she didn’t want to do on his first day back. “Look at me,” he said again. And she did. “Where are we right now?”

“Our house,” she whispered.

“Mhmm, now what are we doing?”

“Hugging?”

“Correct. My point is that I’m here with you, in your arms, which is the safest place I’ve ever felt,” Nick said. “And the thing with your needs, you should’ve called me.”

“I know but, I didn’t want to bother you,” (y/n) said. Nick sighed, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the couch.

“You wanna know how many times I annoyed my team about you? Talking about you?” he laughed.

“No, you're just trying to make me feel better,” (y/n) started to stand, but the Latino pulled her back down on his chest.

“You don’t believe me?,” Nick pouted once again. (y/n) sighed, giving him a kiss on the lips once again.

“I’m going to go take a shower. You relax and watch T.V.,” (y/n) walked out.

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(y/n) had put on some pajamas and was about to walk in when she heard Nick talking to someone.

“Yo yo, homie. What are you up to?” the man said.

“Good good,” Nick smiled. “Is everyone from our team there?”

“Yes sirrrrr,” another guy said.

“Yep. We miss you, dude,” one said.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” one of the men asked.

“You know, the one you’ve been talking about 24/7/365,” another said.

“She’s in the shower,” Nick said, sighing.

“Oh my god, he misses her and she's in the same house,” one of them said, a chorus of laughter following the comment.

“Yeah, I do. I haven’t seen her in six months,” Nick said.

“Six long and draining months,” one said. “Your words, not mine.” (y/n) smiled and walked out, Torres’ attention fully on you.

“Hey, how was your shower?” Nick smiled.

“Good. How’s your call?” (y/n) asked, getting herself and Nick a beer.

“Good-”

“Can we meet her?!” one of the guys said. Nick looked at (y/n) who was laughing.

“You wanna?” he looked at her. She nodded and walked over to the couch and sat next to him, giving him his beer. As she laid her head down on his shoulder, hoots and whistles could be heard. Comments that gave off a flirty vibe were also heard, such as:

“Dang bro…”

“Can I get yo phone number?”

“How’d Torres get someone like that?”

“His accent,” (y/n) answered the last question.

“I can have an accent for you,” a guy faked a british one.

“Already have a best friend that’s a Brit,” (y/n) said.

“You are a cutie…” a guy said. He was a rather fit one. Not to mention handsome. And this caused (y/n) to blush.

“Hey, no flirting!” Nick playfully yelled.

“I think she's enjoying it,” the same guy smirked. (y/n) tried to hide her face but Nick caught a glimpse of it and turned to the screen. (y/n) quickly got up and ran to the bedroom and slipped under the bed.

“I’m gonna call you guys later,” she heard Nick say, the smile being heard through his voice. She heard the phone hang up and footsteps following after. (y/n) felt the bed dip, a yawn soon after. Was he going to bed? She waited a good five minutes before getting out.

(y/n) looked at the man who was peacefully “sleeping”. So, she crawled right next to him and cuddled him. Not even a few moments later, Nick started to poke (y/n) in her ticklish spots. And soon after, he started to fully tickle her.

“Nick s-stop!” she squealed. He stopped for a moment, before continuing. “Stop or I won’t give you any kisses!” He hesitated but still did it. This went on for a good five minutes until he leaned in for a kiss. But, she didn’t even try to kiss him back.

“Oi, give me a kiss!” he moved in again, but she didn’t.

“What did I say?” she said stubbornly as she tied to stand, but was pulled back down by him.

“Oh no no no, you don’t,” he smiled, grabbing her by the waist and pulled her in close, his minty breath with a hint of alcohol hitting her face. She smiled, putting her legs around him and pulling him closer. “Now, give me a kiss.” She followed the order and took the back of his head and smashed their lips together.

(y/n) was the one to break apart, taking a breath and going back in. Another minute passed and they separated again, now looking into each other's eyes.

“That was a great kiss,” Nick laughed, his voice a bit husky. “Was that strawberry lipstick?”

“Mhm,” (y/n) smiled when he smirked. She loved his smirk.

“Well then,” Torres moved closer. “What time is it?”

(y/n) looked at her phone, “5:30pm. Why?”

“We have the whole night to cuddle,” Torres showed her his puppy eyes. “Wanna watch a RomCom?”

“You know I do!” (y/n) stood, dragging him off the bed. And for the rest of that night, the couple was huddled close to each other, occasional glances and kisses exchanged. After all, not only did (y/n) miss him. Nick missed her.

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Chocolate (The Team x (y/n) (l/n))

(y/n) (l/n) walked into the Beanery with a grimace. Her cramps had been annoying her all last night, so she'd gotten no sleep whatsoever.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Jack Gibson smirked.

"Shut it, Gibson," she snapped.

"Ooo, what's got your panties in a bunch?" the man leaned on the island as she walked to the fridge.

"Jack," she turned. "I have two fists with your name on them that are ready to beat you up. Do you need a demonstration on what I mean by that?"

He gulped. "No ma'am," he said, looking at her oddly. Victoria Hughes walked in, quickly observing the situation. She laughed.

"Let me guess," she looked at Gibson. "You've felt her wraith."

"I guess," he paled, sitting on one of the stools. "Have you ever gotten her mad?"

"Nope, but Travis, Dean, and Ben did it this morning," (l/n) said. "Where are they anyway?"

"Coming back from the grocery store now," Hughes smiled. Suddenly, the doors busted open, revealing the men with bags in their hands. "Speak of the devil."

"Okay. We have Diet Dr. Peppers and chocolates," Travis Montgomery put his on the counter, Dean Miller and Ben Warren following his lead.

"Thank you," she smiled, giving them all a hug. "Learn from them, Gibson. Learn from them."

"Yeah! Learn from us!" Travis exclaimed triumphantly.

"Don't push it, Montgomery."

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A Mother's Surprise (Eddie Diaz x (y/n) Diaz)

"Hey Chris?" (y/n) Diaz yelled from the entrance of the hallway.

"Yes mommy?" a small voice responded from his bedroom. The woman smiled, loving the name she was called by him.

"Want some lunch?" she heard some ruckus from the boy's room, and then saw him walk out.

"Mhm!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I would."

"What about you, Eddie?" she asked. The said man, her husband, copied his son, but bent down to pick him up.

"Yes ma'am!" he said.

"Okay, you two," she laughed. "I've got some PB&J's with your name on it," (y/n) pointed at them. As she re-entered the kitchen, she heard the patter of feet come toward her. Then, two arms wrapped around her, and a pair of lips kissed her cheek.

"Hi," Eddie said.

"Hey," she said back, turning her head to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"You smell nice. Is that the perfume I bought you?"

"As a matter-of-fact, it is." Giving him another kiss, (y/n) let her hand run through his hair. But, it was stopped short by a gagging noise coming from Christopher.

"Ewww! Yucky!" the boy squeaked in disgust.

"Hey, you'll do it when you're married, too," Eddie walked over to his son, ruffling his hair. As (y/n) sat down, a knock could be heard coming from the door.

"All I want to do is eat," she groaned. "Be right back." The woman stood, wiping her hands on her jeans. Getting to the door and opening it, all the air was sucked from her lungs because of the person standing there. She'd seen pictures and heard of stories, but never in her life did she think she'd meet her. Before her was Sharon. Sharon, Christopher's biological mother.

"I must have the wrong house," Sharon said, checking her phone.

"Are you looking for Edmundo Diaz?" (y/n) asked, feeling a bit woozy.

"Yes?"

"Then, you're in the right place."

"Really? Are you sure?" Sharon asked in disbelief, looking her up and down.

"Yep. Pretty sure," (y/n) forced a smile.

"Oh. Well, hello. I'm his wife."

"That's weird. Last time I checked," she lifted her hand to shake Sharon's, "I was his wife."

"You must be mistaken-" Sharon stopped mid-sentence when she saw her ring. "I'm his ex-wife." Sharon shook (y/n)'s open hand.

"Yeah," (y/n) smiled.

"Sweetheart? You okay? You've been gone a long bit-" Eddie emerged from the kitchen door way, stopping in his tracks.

"Hey Ed," Sharon tucked a piece of hair behind her ear shyly. (y/n) resisted the urge to scoff. The actual nerve she had.

"Um hi?" Eddie said.

"Can I come in?"

"No," Eddie and (y/n) said in unison.

Eddie turned to his wife. "Could you take Chris to school?"

"Sure. See you at work," (y/n) placed a light his to his lips, before turning to Sharon. "Nice to meet you."

"Mhmm, okay," the woman said, turning her attention to Eddie. (y/n) nodded, walking away before she blew up in that nasty girl's face. Today would be fun, wouldn't it?

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Wise Words (The Avengers x (y/n) Banner)

"Weird question," Peter Parker took a bite of his Chinese food, leaning forward in his chair. "What do you do if you get a knife stuck in you?"

"Definitely weird," Sam Wilson chuckled a little, leaning back in his chair. "I'd say take it out. Could be touching a major artery."

Natasha Romanoff looked up from her book. "Then again, you could bleed out in the next five or so minutes." Some people in their group nodded.

"How 'bout we don't get into a situation like that at all?" (y/n) Banner, Bruce Banner's daughter, asked.

Steve Rogers looked at her from the kitchen. "But, life is unpredictable."

"So, make it predictable. Trust your instinct."

"Wise words from a wise woman," Tony Stark laughed.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"See? Those sarcastic comments are the reason why I love you," Peter said, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth. All eyes turned on the boy, and then (y/n).

"Surprise?" they both said.

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Multi-Universe Masterlist

Supernatural

Marvel

911

Station 19

NCIS (DC and New Orleans)

Harry Potter

Hamilton

Gilmore Girls

The Rookie

The Good Wife

The Maze Runner

The Hunger Games

MacGyver (the reboot)

Shadow and Bone

Fast and Furious

Now You See Me

Celebrities

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Move Over (The Winchester Brother x (y/n) Singer)

"Could you please move your freaking seat up?" (y/n) Singer asked the man sitting in front of her: Sam Winchester.

"Mmm, no," Sam said, glancing over his shoulder at the frustrated girl behind him.

"But, I can barely fit."

"Move over."

"If you can't see already, there are about three coolers next to me, therefor giving me no room to move over," she said, gesturing to the cold boxes.

"Well then, guess you're just going to have to live with it," Sam gave her a wicked smirk.

"Sammy, move the seat up," Dean Winchester sighed.

"What?" his brother asked, head now turning towards him abruptly.

"Move. The. Seat. Up."

"But-"

"Nu-uh. If Bobby was in here, what do you think he'd say?"

Sam hesitated. "Move the seat up."

"Exactly," Dean nodded. "Now, move."

Sam reluctantly obeyed, moving his seat. "You know, it's not fair that when I pick on her, you defend her because she's your girlfriend. But when I get picked on by her, you encourage it. And I'm your brother! I'm family!" he exclaimed.

"Well, missy back there will be family soon enough," Dean smirked, looking back at her in the mirror. A small, shy smile showed up on (y/n)'s face. "Can we enjoy this excellent movie playing out in front of us?"

"You mean 'Indiana Jones'?" Sam asked. "The absolute mediocre movie in the world." That comment earned him a slap from Dean. "Hey!"

"Best to learn not to voice your movie opinions around Deano. Especially if it's one of his movie," (y/n) leaned forward. "I learned that the hard way."

"What happened?"

"She got tickled," Dean said. "Really hard."

"I could barely breathe," (y/n) acknowledged. It was her turn to slap someone. And that someone was Dean.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Payback, Winchester. Payback."