#lopez x female reader

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Double-Booked

Seth Rollins (Colby Lopez) x reader

TW: Enemies to lovers, one bed trope, real names are used simply because I can. Smut!!! Minors DNI!!!!! PnV, creampie, choking (if you squint), pet names used (sweetheart, slut, etc), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), aftercare. Okay I think that’s it, but please tell me if I missed anything. This is my first ever time posting smut (it was a struggle frfr), but I’m always open to constructive criticism. I hope yall enjoy!

Tags: @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling

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It had been a long week.

With SummerSlam fast approaching, Y/N has been operating at one-hundred percent at all times. Her foot has been on the gas pedal, desperately needing to win the women’s title. With the way her story has been playing out, Paul Levesque had already assured her that the match would ultimately work out in her favor, and even lead to a bigger match during War Games season.

Things are on the up and up, that’s why she doesn’t mind putting in the extra effort. Staying a few hours later than the other stars to run over certain moves, spending more time with the writers to fine tune her story, cutting more promos, even making extra appearances on SmackDown when she’s signed to the Raw roster. It’s all been paying off.

The only time she regrets it in the slightest is on nights like this. She has to catch a red eye flight out of Knoxville Tennessee to get to Cleveland Ohio for a charity event on Sunday before Raw on Monday. Some days she truly doesn’t understand how she does it. Eventually she knows she’s going to run out of gas, but thankfully, that day hasn’t come.

The plane ride itself was uneventful. Not many people were coherent enough to bother her anyway. She didn’t see anyone else from the roster on that flight, most of them opting to take an earlier trip out. Y/N had stayed behind to do a few extra meet and greets, choosing the latest flight possible.

“Yeah, I just landed,” she says with a small huff as she walks down the stairs to find baggage claim.

“All right, well I’ll send you the address to the hotel we’re all staying at,” Paul Levesque tells her, his voice showing his lack of sleep. “There should be a rental car already waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Paul,” Y/N says gratefully, grabbing her f/c bag from the conveyor belt. “You’re genuinely a lifesaver.”

“Least I could do, kiddo,” he waves off. “You did us all a favor by staying late and doing all that extra stuff. You work hard, making sure you got a rental car and a room was nothing.”

“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless,” she replies fondly. “I should be there shortly. I’ll send you a message when I get there.”

“Thank you. All right, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then. Bye.” Y/N swiftly hangs up the phone before walking over to the rental car desk and picking up her keys.

Y/N’s eyebrows rose in surprise when she came face to face with a sleek black Mazda. It looks almost brand new and for a rental, it couldn’t have been cheap. She can’t help but shake her head with a fond smile. Sometimes Paul does too much, but she couldn’t be more grateful for the man who took a chance on a scrappy woman from y/h/t.

Arriving at the hotel, Y/N was ready to collapse on her bed and get at least four hours of sleep before heading to the arena early in the morning. She walks through the sliding glass doors, her body already winding down because of the quiet music playing in the hotel lobby. She heaves her luggage along with her, shooting the concierge a friendly smile as she approaches the desk.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

Y/N places her carry-on bag on the floor, letting out a relived exhale at the release of pressure on her shoulder. “Hi, I have a reservation under L/N with the WWE.”

The woman smiles, nodding her head as she types in Y/N’s last name. “Perfect. I’ll just need to see your photo ID to verify.”

Y/N pulls out her driver’s license, quickly handing it to the woman. She continues to type as Y/N glances around the lobby. She’ll be able to enjoy the beauty of it tomorrow morning after she’s gotten some proper shut-eye. The only thing occupying her mind right now is a pillow and warm comforter. The bed upstairs is so close she can practically taste it.

“Oh…” The concierge makes a small noise of confusion, pulling Y/N out of her daydream.

Her eyes snap back over to the lady behind the screen, “Is something wrong?”

“Um… I’m very sorry Ms. L/N, but it appears the room has been double booked.”

Y/N’s face falls at the news. She sighs, but keeps a smile on her face. There’s no point in getting angry. “Oh. Well, is there any other room’s available? I can pay extra if needed. I just genuinely need some sleep.”

“Unfortunately we’re completely booked,” the concierge says apologetically. “But, this might make things a bit easier. The room is actually double booked by one of your colleagues. Perhaps they wouldn’t mind sharing?”

A beacon of hope. Y/N nods her head rapidly. She has a great rapport with all of her coworkers, she wouldn’t mind sharing a room with any of them. “That would be great!”

“It’s under the name Lopez.”

Except him.

She has a great rapport and wouldn’t mind sharing with anyone… except him.

Colby Lopez, also known by his more colorful moniker, Seth Rollins, was the bane of Y/N’s existence. The two of them have clashed since their early days in NXT. Both of them were wildly competitive and had a strong thirst to prove their worth in the company. The two of them would always go head to head whenever they could, whether if it was backstage or in kayfabe, they always found a way to go against each other. But what they viewed as competitive, many other people would consider flirtatious.

The tensions between the two of them were constantly at an all time high. Somehow their personalities in the real world contrasted and matched each other so perfectly that they couldn’t stay apart for long. And by some cruel twist of fate the characters they chose also did something very similar. They grinded on each other’s nerves in a sickeningly entertaining way that kept the fans hooked, but also kept the other coming back for more.

Y/N huffs as the woman in front of her gives the number to Colby’s room. 608. The exhausted wrestler trudges towards the elevator, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. This was not how she envisioned her night going. A quiet, peaceful room all to herself had been the goal—maybe a hot shower, an actual bed, and a few hours of much-needed sleep. Instead, she was about to step into what was bound to be a war zone.

She knows Colby isn’t going to be thrilled when he sees her standing outside of his room. He might throw a couple of insults her way, maybe antagonize her a little bit, but she’s hoping that they are both too tired to actually engage in a fight.

When the elevator doors open, Y/N feels like the ride was suddenly much too short. Part of her wonders if she would get kicked out of the hotel if she just decided to sleep on some of the furniture in the lobby. Y/N grunts quietly before continuing forward down the hallway. She keeps track of the room numbers until she stops at the one she’s been dreading the most.

608.

She stares at the number for a beat too long, still trying to convince herself that this is the best course of action. Before her mind convinces her to go back downstairs, she brings her fist to the door in front of her and knocks. SHe shifts her weight from one foot to the other, bracing herself for whatever is on the other side.

No answer.

She knocked again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Y/N exhaled sharply, pressing her lips together. “I know you’re in there, Lopez. Open the damn door.”

There was a beat of silence, then the telltale sound of footsteps, slow and reluctant, before the door swung open.

Colby Lopez stood in the doorway, shirtless, hair pulled back in a messy man bun. Small pieces are frizzed out at the top due to lack of hair gel. She's not used to seeing his usually luscious locks look so messy. But the real head turner was when she glanced down and noticed he was wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

She blinks, thrown off for a moment. She forces herself to keep her eyes above his neck and that seems to help as her usual annoyance returns at the sight of his deep brown eyes.

Colby immediately is overtaken by an expression of pure annoyance. He runs a hand over his face, eyes squinting as he still attempts to adjust to the light of the hallway. “What the hell do you want?” His voice is thick with sleep, rough and hoarse in a way that makes Y/N body tingle.

She refuses to acknowledge her own body's reaction. This is Colby Lopez, the only tingle he’s ever given her is in her fingers when she gets the irresistible urge to strangle him.

“Before you decide to throw a fit, just know… this isn’t my fault,” she prefaces before pushing her way into his hotel room. He stumbles back slightly from the sudden intrusion, his eyes blown wide as he watches her set her bags down in his space.

“I don’t remember inviting you in,” he says with his usual amount of sass. “So why don’t we take this conversation back to the door where I can comfortably slam it in your face and go back to bed?”

“I don’t need to be invited in,” Y/N shrugs, bending down to unzip her suitcase. “It’s my room too.”

His brows furrow, “What the hell are you talking about?” He snaps. “And stop– stop that,” he points to her luggage. “Stop unpacking your crap. This isn’t your room.”

“It is though,” Y/N corrects, standing back up. “The hotel double booked the room. So it’s either this or I have to go sleep in the lobby.”

“So go do that,” he replies instantaneously.

Y/N scoffs, “Are you serious? You’d really make me go sleep in the lobby?”

“Yes,” Colby nods with no hesitation.

“Okay, well… tough shit,” Y/N shrugs remorselessly. “I’m staying.”

“No, you’re not,” he points towards the door again. “Get out.”

“I have a huge match tomorrow, Lopez. I need a comfortable space to rest in.”

“So go find that somewhere else,” once again he points out into the hallway. “Because I promise you if you stay here I will make sure you are anything but comfortable.”

“Knowing I’m ruining your night is actually helping me relax already,” she says with a smug smirk, enjoying the angry fumes billowing out of his ears. “So I think maybe this is exactly where I need to be to get a good nights sleep, especially if it means you won’t.”

Colby stares at her for a moment, growing more frustrated by the second. He can see that she’s not going to leave, so he angrily slams the door, no doubt waking some of their sleeping neighbors. He tries to find any hesitation in her features, but he doesn’t. He huffs out a dry laugh, shaking his head, “This is a nightmare.”

“I can assure you I’m way worse than whatever nightmare’s you have,” Y/N counters cockily.

This is what infuriates Colby the most. She has a quick quip for everything. Her mouth is the same as her wrestling style, always having the perfect counter for what’s thrown her way. She snaps fast like a shark lurking beneath the waters. Every move is cold and calculated, meant to pierce the skin of whoever she’s going against. That’s why most people don’t like going up against her on the mic. She’s too quick-witted.

But most people aren’t Colby.

He lets out a dry chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the door. His biceps flex just enough to make it infuriatingly obvious that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You know, it’s kind of cute how much effort you put into pissing me off,” he says, tilting his head as he watches her with amusement. “It’s almost like you want my attention.”

Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Lopez. You’re just an easy target.”

Colby smirks, tilting his head slightly as he pushes off the doorframe and prowls toward her, stopping just close enough to make it feel intentional. "Oh yeah? Then why do you keep taking shots if you know you’re gonna miss?"

Y/N scoffs, crossing her arms. "I don’t miss. If anything, I just enjoy watching you squirm."

"Squirm?" Colby chuckles, his voice dipping low as he steps even closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space. "Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but if anyone’s squirming tonight, it’s gonna be you."

Her breath catches for half a second before she narrows her eyes, willing herself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "In your dreams."

Colby raises an eyebrow and glances at the bed—singular, of course, because fate has a twisted sense of humor. "Speaking of dreams, considering there’s only one bed, and i was here first... Hope you’re comfortable sleeping on the floor."

"You wish," she scoffs, turning her back to him and grabbing her clothes to change. "I’m taking a shower. Try not to cry about it while I’m gone."

"Take your time, L/N. Just means more peace and quiet for me."

She flips him off over her shoulder before shutting the bathroom door, locking it just for good measure. She places her pajamas onto the counter. It’s a simple oversized white t-shirt and a pair of black spandex. A small sighs escapes her lips as she enters the shower, allowing the days worth of travel to be washed off of her. The hot water however does little to cool her down, her mind still buzzing from her interaction with Colby. It’s never made sense to her how one man could possibly be so annoying. Yet she found herself wanting to antagonize him. Watching him clench his jaw tightly whenever she did something to irritate him was the best part of her day.

The water cascades down Y/N’s body as she lathers herself in her lavender scented body wash. She hums a small tune as she finishes rinsing the rest of the soap off. She steps out of the shower, wrapping one of the complimentary towels around herself as she moves towards the sink. She squeezes out just the right amount of lotion from the bottle she brought with her and runs it over her soft skin, exhaling as she rubs out a knot in one of her shoulders.

Y/N loves her job, more than anything in the world, but it does take its toll physically. Yet she wouldn’t trade it for anything. She would break every bone in her body twice if it meant getting to wrestle for the rest of her life. She understands retirement is inevitable because there’s only so much the human body can handle, but she doesn’t dwell on it, choosing to focus on the present.

That’s when she remembers who’s waiting on the other side of the bathroom door. Her relaxed expression turns back into a scowl as she realizes she’ll have to deal with Colby again before finally being able to go to sleep. Her jaw clenches as she mentally prepares a series of comebacks for anything he tries to throw at her.

Y/N gently grabs her large T-shirt, throwing it over herself before pulling on her underwear and spandex. She throws her hair into a bun, pulling out two loose strands to frame her face nicely. After taking a moment to put moisturizer on her face, she finally opens the bathroom door. The feeling of serenity she built in the bathroom vanishes once her eyes land on the cocky man sitting in the lounge chair in the corner of the room.

He looks up from his phone, no doubt with something snarky to say, but the comment dies on his lips once his eyes fall on her. The constant smirk he wears drops for a moment as he takes in her appearance. The shirt somehow manages to fit her loosely yet perfectly at the same time. It hugs her in just the right places, the hem of it reaching just mid-thigh. He has to blink a few times before he finally sees her spandex poking out from beneath the large fabric.

He’s never taken the time to actually look at her like this before. Whenever he sees her at work, he is always too busy arguing with her to truly see what she looks like. She looks so natural. The e/c of her eyes is very prominent without the mascara and different amounts of eye makeup she usually has to wear at work. The muscles in her thighs are much more prominent than he would’ve thought. Every step she takes, they flex, showing how much work and training she truly puts in.

He realizes his eyes have lingered a little too long and he forces himself to look away. He just caught himself staring, but no part of him feels guilty about it. His jaw clenches as he continues to try and act normal, turning his attention back to his phone. But Y/N doesn’t miss the sudden stiffness in his posture.

“Something wrong, hotshot?” Y/N asks with a quirked brow as she puts her dirty laundry in the spare bag she brought with her. She’ll have to wash it all tomorrow after the show if she has time. Thankfully, the amenities at the hotel are free to the Superstars.

“No,” he mutters, but not before stealing one last glance at her bare legs. He looks away once more, rubbing the back of his neck as another attempt to remain causal. “Just surprised you can actually wear clothes that don’t suffocate. With how stiff you act all the time, I just didn’t think you could dress so comfortably.”

“Funny, I was gonna say the same about you,” she fires back, turning to face him as she eyes his sweatpants. It takes every ounce of self control not to stare for too long as she crosses her arms. “Considering the fact you walk out in heels higher than mine every week, woulda thought you slept in matching leopard print.”

Colby smirks, “You saying you’ve imagined what I look like before bed?” He says mockingly. “I’m flattered.”

“Oh I’ve imagined you in lots of different ways,” Y/N says, her voice dropping an octave. Hearing that sentence leave her lips catches Colby off guard. He watches as she slowly walks over to him, like a predator stalking its prey. He hates how smug she looks, but he can’t bring himself to say anything. “Like how you would look with my foot shoved down your throat.”

And the trance was broken.

He glares at her, “Feelings mutual.”

“That all you got?” She grins. “Did I throw you off your game, Lopez? You can’t think of one decent comeback?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the stench of your own mediocrity,” he says without missing a beat. Y/N’s cockiness falters and that’s all the victory Colby needs, “Was that decent enough for you?”

Y/N simply rolls her eyes, turning to walk over to the bed. “I hate you,” she grumbles.

“No, you don’t.”

Y/N stomach flips at the way he says it. Like he’s so sure of himself. Maybe he’s right. Perhaps she doesn’t hate him as much as she lets on, but she’s not going to let him know that. Instead of replying she simply ignores him and goes to pull back the covers. However, the sound of shuffling and his voice stops her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Y/N looks at him like he’s stupid. Which isn’t really a change from her usual expression when it comes to him. “Getting in bed?” She says, feigning confusion. “Isn’t that what people do when they’re tired?” She stops herself, “Oh wait, I forgot– you probably sleep in tiny holes in the drywall ‘cause you’re a damn rodent.”

“Wow, you should really consider being a comedian. Maybe you’d have better luck there than with your wrestling career.” He insults with no hesitation, storming over to the mattress where she stands. “And you’re not taking the bed.”

Y/N narrows her eyes, “Last time I checked, you don’t own the hotel, Colby. We’re sharing the room, which means we share the bed.”

“Like hell it does,” he scoffs, yanking the covers towards him. But Y/N doesn’t let that slide before she’s pulling the sheets towards her again. “I’m not sleeping on the damn floor, Y/N.”

“Well, neither am I,” she snaps.

They glare at each other, neither willing to back down. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the kind that has been simmering under the surface for years. It’s in the way his chest rises and falls a little too fast, in the way her grip tightens on the blanket like she’s daring him to do something about it.

Y/N can’t help the way her eyes travel over his toned chest. She has to fight off the butterflies that erupt in her stomach from the way he’s staring at her. She bites the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from giggling at his scowl. If he’s angry with her now, that would definitely make it worse.

Colby watches as an unknown emotion briefly crosses her face. He’s not blind to the fact she’s blatantly checking him out, but he’s not going to point it out. One, because he had done the same to her not too long ago, two, he knows she would somehow turn it into a way to tease him. But it does catch him off guard when unbeknownst to her, she licks her lips before returning to her usual cocky expression.

He frowns as a mischievous smile takes over her face. Her fingers dance over the comforter before she smoothly slides one of her legs on top of the mattress. His chest puffs out with anger as he goes to protest, but her voice cuts him off.

“Well, if we’re both adamant about not sleeping on the floor… why don’t we share?” She suggests, raising an eyebrow.

Both of them know she’s bluffing. She would never want to share a bed with Colby, and vice versa. But even if they are both aware that she’s all bark and no bite with this threat, it still doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy making him squirm.

“I’m not sharing a bed with you,” Colby says stiffly. His jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to physically will her to move.

Y/N tilts her head, feigning an innocent expression as she bats her eyelashes up at him. “Why not, Lopez? Afraid you won’t be able to control yourself?”

Colby scoffs, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Please. The only thing I’m afraid of is waking up to you stealing the blankets like the gremlin you are.”

Y/N hums, slowly shifting so she’s lying on her side, one leg bent just enough to make the movement look intentional. “I don’t know, Colby,” she drawls, dragging a finger along the edge of the pillow. “I think you’re scared of something else.”

He rolls his eyes, refusing to acknowledge the way his throat suddenly feels dry. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

She grins, biting her bottom lip as her eyes flick over him. “That you might actually enjoy it.”

Colby stares at her for half a second, then scoffs, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the thought. “You’re delusional.”

“Mmhmm.” Y/N stretches her arms above her head, letting the oversized t-shirt ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. She sees the way his eyes flicker down for the briefest moment before he catches himself and looks away.

She has him.

“Then what’s the problem?” she presses, her voice teasing. “It’s just a bed, right?”

He clenches his jaw, taking a step back as if putting distance between them will give him the upper hand. “It’s not the bed that’s the problem.”

Y/N just smiles, barely holding back a laugh at how rigid he looks. He’s gripping the sheets like they’re his lifeline, like if he lets go, he might do something reckless.

Good. That’s exactly what she wants.

“You know, I really thought you’d be tougher than this,” she sighs, feigning disappointment. “All that talk about being a badass, being a visionary… and here you are, too scared to share a bed.”

Colby exhales sharply through his nose. “I’m not scared.”

“Prove it.”

His grip tightens. She can see the internal war playing out in his mind, the struggle between his stubbornness and whatever it is that’s making his jaw tick.

“Unless you think you’d lose control,” she adds, her voice dropping just slightly, just enough to be dangerous.

That’s when it happens.

One second, she’s feeling victorious, practically tasting the win, and then—

Colby moves.

Fast.

Before she even processes it, he’s rounding the bed, closing the space between them in two strides. Her breath catches as he suddenly looms over her, his face inches from hers. His nose brushes against hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Y/N’s throat runs dry at their proximity. Her smirk falters. This wasn’t what she was expecting.

“You really want the bed that bad?” His voice is low, rough, a challenge wrapped in something sharper.

Her heart pounds. “Uh—”

“Fine.”

Then, without another word, he grabs her wrist, yanks her forward, and in one swift motion, throws her onto the mattress.

A gasp barely escapes her lips before his mouth is on hers.

It’s not gentle. It’s not slow. It’s teeth and heat and frustration, years of back-and-forth boiling over into something neither of them can take back. His fingers dig into her hip, his body pressing her into the mattress as if he’s trying to prove a point.

She should be mad. She should shove him off.

Instead, she kisses him back just as fiercely, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. A small whimper escapes her lips as Colby bites down on her bottom lip, a silent command to get her to submit. She allows his tongue to slip its way past her lips, the feeling of it being foreign but not unwelcome. Her nimble fingers work at the rubber band in his hair, pulling it out so she can get the full experience of tugging at his long locks.

Colby moves swiftly, pinning her to the mattress without disconnecting their lips. His fingers are still digging deeply into her sides, and part of her wants it to leave bruises. That way she has evidence that this wasn’t some fever dream. That she really let the man she’s been feuding with since they met do this to her.

Y/N carefully removed her fingers from his hair, smoothly sliding them up his back. She feels him shiver under her touch, no doubt from the tension and how cold her hands always are. Colby moves his attention from her lips to the exposed skin of her neck. His lips trail downwards until he finds her pulse point. He can feel the way her heart hammers against his lips and it causes a small growl to erupt from his chest. He bites down, sucking hard as Y/N gasps loudly, her nails digging into the skin of his back. The action only spurs him on more, the feeling of her scratching him makes it all the better.

“Tell me to stop,” his voice comes out gruffly as he continues placing chaste kisses against her neck. He has to squeeze her hips to prevent his hands from wandering elsewhere. “Tell me…”

Y/N could think of one million reasons on the spot as to why she should tell him to stop. One being that they’ve convinced themselves and each other for years that they despise one another. But feeling him this way, the way he’s looking at her like she’s the only thing in his world… How could she turn that away?

“Colby…” her voice is a mix of a plea and a whimper.

He tenses, the kisses suddenly stopping. He sits up slightly, chest heaving as he closes his eyes as a way to restrain himself. Y/N’s breath hitches as she feels him twitch in his sweatpants, his erection brushing against her thigh. “Don’t fucking do that,” he warns.

Her pupils are dilated, the once bright e/c color much darker. He can see the lust swimming behind her irises and it makes it that much harder to keep himself together.

“What?” She asks him innocently.

“You know what you did,” he replies, his muscles still taut.

Y/N suddenly leans up, reconnecting their lips in one swift motion. It takes Colby by surprise, his mind not fully wrapping around what is happening. That is until she nips at his bottom lip and it pulls his mind back into focus. Or rather pulled it towards the growing problem in his pants.

“Colby…” she whimpers again, smirking slightly when she feels the involuntary spasm of his hips. Her lips start moving wherever there’s exposed skin. His neck, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. She teasingly slips one of her fingers in and out of the waistband of his sweats and it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to rip the spandex off of her, and fuck her til she can’t walk.

He freezes when he feels her lips ghost his ear, the feeling of her breath sending chills rippling down the exposed skin of his arms. “I don’t want to stop.”

That was all he needed to hear.

He crashes his lips against hers like a man starved. Y/N can’t help the small moan that leaves her lips as his hands start roaming beyond their designated post at her hips. She could feel the tingle that was between her legs turning into a much bigger problem, her desire growing as his skilled fingers work their way up her shirt.

Her back arches into him as he finally reaches her perked nipples. He tweaks the sensitive peaks, earning a loud noise of pleasure from the woman below him. It really shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, but something about hearing how good he’s making her feel, hearing her mouth make noises that aren’t her shit-talking, it’s affecting him more than he’d like to admit.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” Colby’s voice, raspy and perfect, coaxes her. “You like to run your mouth, so let me hear you.”

Y/N bites her cheek to keep herself from giving him what he wants. Despite how good it feels, she won’t let him win. Her eyes bore into his, a teasing sparkle within them. She smirks, “You’ll have to work harder than that, Lopez.”

Colby’s eyes turn completely black. Even when he has all the control, she still has the nerve to talk to him like she has any sort of power. Y/N feels the wetness pool between her legs as his gaze shifts into one of a predator stalking its prey rather than the man she’s grown to love making angry.

A gasp leaves her as suddenly her shirt is ripped off of her in one swift motion, her spandex following shortly after. Any creative quip she could come up with dies in her throat as she’s now left naked and vulnerable in front of Colby. However, his anger seems to subside for a moment as he fully takes in her form.

He exhales, “You’ve really been hiding all of this from me? This entire time… you’ve kept all this to yourself.”

Y/N feels her face flush. She’s never felt the urge to squirm around Colby, but with how he’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful thing, it makes her try to cover herself up. She’s not used to this kind of attention from him. However, Colby grabs her hands, pinning them above her head to stop her from obstructing his view.

“Don’t,” he growls lowly. He can see the insecurities behind her eyes, plaguing her mind. It blows his mind that she could ever think she’s anything short of gorgeous. Even while they’ve been feuding, he has never blind to the fact that she is stunning. He meets her eyes, leaning down to place a kiss on her jaw, moving up to her lips. It’s soft, much less rough than the kisses they shared just moments ago. He’s careful with her, almost reassuring her without saying a word. They break apart for a split second, his forehead pressing against hers, “Don’t hide from me.”

Y/N shifts underneath his gaze. She sees nothing but admiration on his face, despite looking for some sort of reluctance, his expression remains the same. Even though her hands are pinned above her head still, she can’t help but lean up and kiss him again. Nobody has ever made her feel as beautiful as he did with those few simple words. She never would have thought Colby would be the one to make her feel this way, to make her feel so special. If someone would have told her this morning that she would end up in bed with the “Visionary” she would have laughed and probably thrown up directly afterwards. But now… there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles against his lips.

Colby shakes his head, removing his hands from her wrists, “Don’t apologize…” He smirks, slowly moving his entire body downwards. Y/N watches with hooded eyes, feeling herself growing wetter at the sight of him kissing down her body. “Just don’t do it again.”

His lips leave no stone unturned on her body. He kisses along her clavicle, before moving towards her breasts. He can’t help himself, sucking little marks into the supple skin before popping one of her nipples into his mouth. Y/N groans, hands moving to his hair as her hips buch upwards, begging for some sort of friction. Colby chuckles.

“So sensitive…” he teases.

“Shut up,” she says with absolutely no bite. “Are you actually gonna do something or just keep stalling?”

He laughs again, now traveling down her stomach, relishing in the way she spasms underneath his touch. “I knew you’d be impatient.” He says, pressing kisses to the top of her thigh. Y/N fights the urge to force his head where she needs him the most, knowing that will just give him more ammunition to tease her.

The moment he moves his attention to her inner thigh, Y/N physically can’t stop herself as she tugs at his hair. Seth pauses immediately, lifting his head from in between her legs. He’s so close. Her chest is heaving, breathing wild and he hasn’t even given her what she wants yet.

“Don’t be a brat,” he scolds, his voice dropping an octave. “This can either be a reward or a punishment. So don’t piss me off. Be grateful for what I’m giving you.”

What he just said wasn’t as much of a threat as he thought. The idea of him punishing her is almost more enticing than the reward. Y/N bites her bottom lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Colby. He quirks and eyebrow, his hand inching closer to her core. Y/N decides to test her luck once more, pulling at his hair a bit more roughly than before.

Colby shoots her an incredulous look. He lets out a dark laugh, one that’s not too far off from the one he used on camera. “Oh… so you like that, huh? You want me to be rough with you?” Y/N nods along with his words, and she sees something snap within him. “Should’ve known you’d be such a slut.”

Without so much as a warning, his finger plunges into her. The intrusion makes her moan much louder than intended, her hand slapping over her mouth. She gushes around him, his filthy words from just a second ago playing their part in her pleasure. He doesn’t give her much time to adjust before he’s increasing the pace.

“I didn’t have to do anything besides kiss you and you’re already soaked,” he comments, his smirk smug as he watches her throw her head back in pleasure. He wastes no time before slipping another finger in. He groans at the sight of his hand being coated in her juices, slipping in and out with ease. “Take that hand off your mouth. I wanna hear you.”

Y/N’s eyes practically roll into the back of her head as he lowers his head, tongue going to work on her clit. Pure ecstasy is all she feels. She uses her free hand to push his head even closer to her core. Colby though refuses to give her any sort of control. He immediately pulls his mouth away, sending her a pointed look. Y/N already knows what that means.

Be grateful.

She immediately removes the pressure she placed on the back of his head, but she keeps her hands entangled in his hair. It’s a guilty pleasure being able to run her fingers through it. She waits patiently for him to continue his onslaught on her pussy, but he continues staring at her.

“I thought I just told you to take your hand off your mouth.” He starts moving his fingers back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. “Are we already having problems with listening?”

Y/N writhes underneath him, needing more than what he’s giving. Colby responds by placing his free hand over her hips, holding her in place. He starts moving his fingers in and out of her at a much quicker pace when she doesn’t answer, “I. Asked. You. A. Fucking. Question.” He punctuates each word with a strong thrust. The final one manages to hit that special spot inside of her, causing her hand to fall away from her mouth.

“Fuck, Colby,” she cries out of pleasure, grinding more into his fingers.

“Yeah?” He grins cockily. “Right there, huh?”

“Mhm,” Y/N nods rapidly. “Please…” she begs desperately. For what? She doesn’t know.

“Please what?” He eggs on, slowing his pace once more. He loves watching her fall apart for him. “Gotta use your words, princess.”

She groans out of frustration, “Stop teasing.” She tries her hardest to sound intimidating but it comes off as more of a whiny plea than anything.

“Or what?” Colby tilts his head mockingly. “What are you gonna do?”

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Or I’ll go find someone else to get the job done,” she threatens. As soon as the words leave her mouth, she regrets even thinking it. She knew she wasn’t going to go anywhere. But that was the threat that flew out of her mouth.

Y/N feels the air she was once privy to leave her lungs as Colby lunges forward, wrapping his hand around her throat. His other hand is still playing with her pussy as he squeezes the life out of her. Colby feels her clench around his fingers, but he doesn’t relish in the feeling as his mind is too clouded by anger.

“Yeah? You gonna go find someone else to put up with your bitching?” Colby seethes through clenched teeth. “You really wanna threaten me? Nobody can take care of you like I can, and you know it. That’s why you constantly come back to try and piss me off. You know you can’t stay away from me.”

It kills her to admit it, but he’s right. Sometimes the best part of her day was messing with Colby, getting inside his head. But right now, he’s inside of hers… as well as some other places. He’s the only person who truly matches her energy in and out of the ring. And she would never admit it, at least not yet, she’s never felt this satisfied, this turned on by anyone before, and they’ve only just started.

“Isn’t that right?” He releases the grip on her neck just barely in order for her to give him a verbal response. “You know you’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you hooked, don’t I?”

Y/N nods but doesn’t say a word. Colby’s eyes flare with anger for a moment before pinching her clit. She gasps, her juices flooding his fingers again. The pain and pleasure mixing in the most intoxicating way. “Fuck! Yes, Colby. Yeah. I can’t- I can’t. You- You’ve got me.” Her response is erratic, clouded by the aura of lust surrounding them.

He grins, “Good girl.”

And within a second, his head is back in between her thighs, his tongue working on her like a man starved. His once busy fingers are now playing with the small rose bud between her labia, making her arch further into his mouth. She can physically feel his iconic smirk against her that he wears as Seth Rollins. She wants to knock it off his face, but with how good she feels, any thought that wasn’t about his tongue has left her mind.

Colby grips her thighs, keeping her in place as he continues his assault. Y/N’s head rolls back into the pillows but Colby pinching her lightly forces her to look back down. She sends him an incredulous look, but ends up biting her lip as Colby takes one long and tantilizing lick of her before sitting up enough to speak. “Eyes on me sweetheart. I want you to watch as me as I destroy this pussy.”

The way he says it keeps her in a trance. His mouth vanishes once again and Y/N does her best to keep her eyes on him. He doesn’t make it easy as his ministrations on her clit become much more rapid, his tongue moving in sync with his fingers. Y/N can feel the coil in the lower part of her belly getting tighter with each passing moment.

Suddenly, his fingers and mouth switch places, his fingers working inside her soaked hole as his tongue and lips move to her clit. “Holy shit–” Y/N gasps, her body rocking back and forth with each violent thrust.

“Squeezing my fingers like a vice,” he mumbles against her. “Can’t wait to see how you feel around my cock.”

Then he looks up, his gorgeous brown eyes meeting hers. She can see the filthy thoughts swimming behind his eyes, most of them probably mirroring her own. Y/N can feel her climax approaching rapidly, trying to hold on for as long as possible. But the way he’s talking to her, looking at her, she knows it’s not gonna be long.

“Tastes like heaven… Could stay here forever if you let me.”

That’s when Colby’s eyes roll back into his head and that does it for her. Seeing him so drunk on her sends her over the edge. “Colby,” she whines breathily. “I– I’m gonna–”

“Let go,” he commands. “Come for me.”

Y/N doesn’t need to be told twice. Her body shakes as a wave of euphoria passes over her. She swears for a moment that she’s left seeing stars. Her mind is sent clear into hyperspace, the pleasure almost too much and she’s only orgasmed once. Slowly she comes down from her high and is met with a sight that could make her unravel all over again.

Seth’s beard is coated in her juices. His eyes are hooded, his mind clearly still on the dripping core in front of him. Once he looks back at her, Colby raises his finger, slowly sinking it into his mouth, groaning as he sucks off the remnants of her. Y/N’s mouth waters at the sight as he makes his way back up towards her.

“I’m definitely gonna need to make a habit of doing that,” he mumbles flirtatiously before bending down and planting his lips onto hers.

Y/N’s heart flutters at the insinuation, loving the way she tastes herself on his lips. She could get used to this. Him having his way with her and then going to work together the following day, sending teasing remarks to each other, trying to act like he hadn’t had his tongue buried inside her.

Her hands wander towards his sweats, her mind clearing enough to realize she’s the only one completely naked. She tugs at them, speaking between kisses. “Take ‘em off,” she begs in the most polite tone she’s ever spoken to him in.

Colby can’t help the small smile that takes over his lips as he continues kissing her. He never imagined enjoying having this much control over Y/N L/N. But hearing how small she sounds, begging for him, it makes him feel larger than life. “You want me to take ‘em off, sweetheart?”

Y/N nods along dumbly, her hand wandering over to the prominent bulge in his pants. She starts palming him gently, making Colby hiss. “Shit,” he mumbles. She moves her hand around him perfectly, pushing and tugging at all the right moments. For a second he forgets what she even requested of him. He could have let her keep going like that for hours.

“You want it that bad, you take it,” he whispers to her, granting her permission to remove the sweats off his body.

She wastes no time in easing the pants off his legs. It even takes Colby off guard how quickly and smoothly she maneuvers. He adjusts, lifting his leg up one at a time as she removes them. He didn’t even realize she managed to hook her fingers through his boxers, dragging them off along with his sweatpants.

His thick and being cock springs to life, smacking against his toned stomach. He might not have been the most girthy she’s ever seen, but he sure as hell makes up for it in length. Her mouth practically waters at the sight.

“Like what you see?” He teases, his ego inflating just by the way her eyes widened.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “You already know I do, asshole.”

Colby swiftly reaches down and smacks Y/N’s pussy causing the woman to flinch. She feels herself clench around the air, enjoying the small bout of pain. He kisses her roughly, biting her bottom lip, “Watch your mouth,” he whispers against her.

Y/N feels herself falling under his spell once more as the smoothness of his voice renders any sass useless. As soon as he sits up, her eyes zero in on what she really wants. Y/N shifts into her elbows to push herself up, desperately wanting to just feel him in her mouth. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get very far as Colby pushes her down.

“As much as I would love that… I don’t think I can stop myself for much longer,” he admits gruffly, kissing her neck as he tries not to rut against the firm muscle of her thigh. “Soon as I got you naked I wanted to be inside you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Y/N whispers in a tone that makes shivers roll down Colby’s spine.

In one quick movement, Colby readjusts his position before sliding his cock between her folds. He coats himself, a small moan leaving Y/N’s lips at just the feeling of him circling her hole before he finally sinks in. She gasps at the stretch and slight burn he provides, but it has to be the best burn she’s ever felt.

“Shit,” Colby hisses with a small exhale. “So fucking tight.” His hair hangs over his shoulders in a messy yet beautiful way. The corner of his lip twitches upward, an indication to her that he’s trying his hardest not to pound into her at a relentless pace. He’s giving her time to adjust to his size. Most people wouldn’t notice that little shift in expression, and to add to it, it would be extremely rare for them to know what it meant.

But Y/N knows.

As someone who dedicated most of her adult life to terrorizing the man above her, she could read him rather easily. And while she appreciates him taking her comfort into consideration, waiting is the last thing she wants to do.

Y/N laces her hands through his hair, pulling him down towards her as she roughly clashes her lips with his. She can feel him twitch inside of her as she slips her tongue into his mouth. “Move,” she commands against his lips. “I didn’t ask you to be gentle.”

Colby’s eyes darken at the instruction. He surges forward, continuing to kiss her as he pulls his cock all the way out before pistoning it back inside of her with no remorse. Y/N can’t hold back the guttural sound that leaves her as she throws her head further into the pillows.

“Oh my God, Colby!”

Her mouth falls open, any coherent thought she could have had leaving her mind. His tongue and fingers felt amazing, but this was otherworldly. She could feel every ridge and vein as he continued pounding into her. She didn’t understand how he could multi-task and continue kissing down her neck, moving to suck on her right nipple. Y/N could barely even keep her eyes open, the pleasure and Colby’s name being the only thing playing in her head.

It only gets better when she feels him sinking his teeth into every inch of her exposed flesh. It doesn’t take long for that familiar tension to build up inside of her again. Colby grabs her chin, forcing her to continue looking at him.

He’s never seen someone so beautiful even when they’re completely wrecked. He’s been with his fair share of women, even thought he loved some of them, but none of them have ever felt like this. None of them have ever made him feel the way she does. She feels absolutely perfect around him, squeezing him at just the right moments. It’s almost like she was made for him.

“Fit me like a glove, don’t you?” He grunts out, his hips stuttering as he feels his own climax approaching.

Y/N nods. She tries to verbally agree but with one strong thrust, he hits the spongy spot inside her which only permits a pornographic grown to leave her. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he tells her darkly. “Won’t ever be able to forget me. How I make you feel.”

Y/N swears she can feel her heartbeat in her head. She can only hope he fulfills that promise. The thought of walking around with a limp tomorrow because of him was enough to make her come again on its own.

“This pussy’s mine, huh? Nobody else’s.”

“All yours,” Y/N manages to get out, not finding it in her to disagree or make him work for it. “No– no one else’s,” her voice comes out shakily and that’s when Colby knows she’s close again.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, kissing her again. “You wanna come? I can feel you clenching around me.”

“Yes– fuck! Yes, yes, I wanna come. Wanna come for you,” Y/N cries out, her hands moving to his back, her nails digging deep into the skin as she feels herself unraveling. “Please, please, let me–” she cuts herself off with a gasp as he starts moving faster.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he hums softly. “Come for me.”

And just like that, Y/N’s sent back into that blissful state of hyperspace. She swears she sees stars as all of her senses are overcome with pleasure. Her vision goes black and the only thing she can hear is a dull ringing in her ears. It had to have been the best orgasm she’s ever had. Her body quakes under him and as she spasms. It takes her a minute to come to, but as she does she can still feel Colby moving rapidly in and out of her. Suddenly that feeling of overstimulation starts to take over. Tears start brimming at the corner of her eyes, but it’s out of pure ecstasy. At this rate she may come again if he doesn’t stop any time soon.

A low moan leaves Colby as her pussy squeezes him, still recovering from the hard hitting climax she just had. He can feel himself reaching that point so he leans down, kissing the soft spot behind her ear. “Where do you want it?” He asks her, his voice completely strained.

Without a second's hesitation, Y/N replies, “Inside me,” she continues raking her fingers up and down his back. “Please… Want it inside me.”

That had to have been the single hottest thing Colby has ever heard. That woke up something inside of him that he didn’t even know was there. Fortunately, he doesn’t think this will be the last time the two of them share a moment like this, so they’ll have a conversation about what he’s feeling later.

After one more strong thrust, Colby stills, spilling his seed deep inside of Y/N. He curses quietly under his breath as her pussy practically milks everything out of him. Y/N watches Colby, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to bring himself back down to the real world. She can’t help the small smile that takes over her face seeing him like this. He looks almost peaceful.

Not putting much thought into it, she threads her hands through his hair again, scratching lightly at his scalp to help keep him relaxed. She feels him lean into her touch, his cock softening in the process. After a few more moments, his eyes finally reopen, gaze much softer than it was two minutes ago when he was dominating her.

He slowly and gently slips out of her, not wanting to hurt her in any sort of way. Y/N grins, moving one of her hands to cup his cheek. He shifts his head slightly, placing a soft kiss to her palm. This felt different, domestic almost. And neither of them minded it.

“I’ll be right back,” he says gently before moving to get off the bed. Y/N’s brows furrow as she watches him walk over to the hotel bathroom. She almost allows herself to start overthinking, but he doesn’t give her enough time to. In less than a minute, he’s walking back out with a damp washcloth in his hands.

Butterflies flutter in Y/N’s stomach at the sight. Colby climbs back onto the bed, carefully moving a few of the pillows upright against the headboard before hooking his arms underneath Y/N’a body and effortlessly sitting her up. She watches him with a certain curiosity. She’s never seen this side of him. Careful, gentle, tender. She winces slightly when he places the washcloth on the inside of her thigh, wiping up the beautiful mess they both created.

“What are you doing?” She asks him curiously, tilting her head.

Colby furrows his eyebrows. He nods down to the rag in his hands as he continues his mission, “Taking care of you?” He says it like a question, almost as if he doesn’t understand why she even asked that.

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek. No one’s ever done this for her before. Every time she’s had sex or any other kind of sexual encounter, no one’s ever taken the time to care for her. Normally she showers, cleans herself, has an awkward goodbye, and leaves. So this change of pace was different. Never would she have thought that Colby would be the one to show her what she was missing.

Colby can see the thoughts swimming in her mind. He raises an eyebrow, “What? No one ever wiped up their mess before?” He asks with a small laugh, not knowing he was completely right. When he looks up and watches her look away, almost embarrassed, that’s when he realizes. “Wait… are you serious?” He scoffs at the obscurity of it. “No one’s ever–”

“No,” she cuts him off stiffly, suddenly feeling much smaller than she did before. She can’t bring herself to look back at him and that’s when Colby realizes she wasn’t joking. Y/N can feel his eyes boring into the side of her face so she tries to pull her legs away from him and to her chest, but his firm hand stops her. He grips her thigh tightly enough to prevent her from moving, but with a warmth she knew couldn’t be faked.

“Hey…” he says tentatively. “Look at me.” When she doesn’t, he lets out a small sigh before lightly massaging her legs as a way to get her to not ignore him. “C’mon, Y/N/N… please?”

The sound of her nickname catches her attention. Only a handful of people know that name, and considering they’ve been feuding since the dawn of time, she doesn’t know how he came to know it. She tilts her head, “How–”

“I pay attention,” he cuts her off. “I don’t know if you realize this, but I’ve spent the past decade of my life making your life hell. I was bound to pick up a few things,” he says sarcastically, earning a small yet reluctant grin from the woman in front of him. “There it is,” he teases. “There’s that irritatingly beautiful smile.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up from the comment. She grabs a pillow, smacking him with it, “I really don’t like you right now.”

Colby shakes his head, throwing the washcloth into some random corner of the room before carefully climbing into bed next to her. He props himself up on the headboard before lifting her chin up with his finger and kissing her lovingly. Y/N practically melts into his chest as he uses his free arm to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his chest.

“Yeah, really getting the feeling you don’t like me,” he says cockily.

Y/N can’t help but scoff as she rests one hand on his stomach, shoving the other under his back to get comfortable, “It’s almost like you want me to kick your ass.”

Colby hums, “Maybe I do,” he quips before kissing the top of her head. A small best of silence passes between them before he leans his head on top of hers. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N frowns, “For what?”

“That no one’s ever bothered to take care of you,” he says, disgusted with the entire male population. “That no one’s taken the time to make sure you were okay afterwards. You deserve better than that.” Y/N meets his gaze and her heart begins to beat a little faster. Since when did he become so damn charming? …Maybe he always has been and she’s just been too stubborn to see it. “And I’m sorry for laughing.”

Y/N sits up fully, swinging one leg over his lap to fully straddle him. She collapses into his chest with a small huff, her arms wrapping around his neck as she adjusts, “You don’t have to be sorry,” she says with a small smile. She leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before resting her head on his shoulder. “Y’know, for being my enemy, you sure seem to care about me a lot,” she teases, tracing small shapes on his broad chest.

Colby chuckles, his chest vibrating which makes Y/N smile. She loves his laugh. “Yeah, I could say the same about you. Clinging onto me like a damn koala bear.”

Y/N lifts her head, quirking an eyebrow, “Oh, I can get off if that’s how you wanna play–” she moves to get off of his lap but is halted when his hands shoot out to grab her waist, pulling her right back down.

“Don’t you dare,” he says seriously before hooking his arms around her to keep her in place. “I’m comfortable.”

“Hmm,” she hums mockingly. “Then don’t talk shit if you’re comfortable.”

Colby exhales loudly, closing his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just shut up and go to sleep.”

Y/N shakes her head, but doesn’t argue. She knows they have plenty of playful quarrels in the future. But for right now, she’s going to close her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body pressing into hers. She’s not sure what the morning will bring for them, but she is certain of one thing.

She’s never been more grateful to have her hotel room be double booked.

[slut4slytherinss]

These feelings

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Summary: in which reader and Mattheo despise each other, until the moonflowers bloom.

1,767 words

Warnings: no mention of the Slytherin friend group, Tom is Mattheo’s dad in this, surprisingly I’ve managed to write no cursing so.. ooc Mattheo! Rushed and not proofread, a total cliffhanger.

2nd person pov

Gryffindor reader

Female reader

The air in the Potions classroom crackled with more than just the fumes of Bubotuber pus. Mattheo Riddle, the epitome of Slytherin arrogance, smirked across the cauldron at you, a Gryffindor simmering with righteous indignation. His obsidian eyes, a chilling reflection of his infamous father, held a challenge you couldn't resist.

"Looks like your concoction resembles swamp muck more than Veritaserum, Gryffindor," Mattheo drawled, his voice a silken threat.

You bristled, your retort sharp. "At least I haven't resorted to cheating, Riddle." You knew it was untrue, at least in this class, but the way he effortlessly manipulated his potion, his every movement oozing practiced superiority, grated on your nerves.

Professor Snape, his usual scowl deepening, swept between your cauldrons, his black robes billowing like a storm cloud. "Silence! Riddle, five points from Slytherin for your disruptive commentary. Y/n, another five from Gryffindor for accusations. Now, focus on your potions!"

The rest of the double Potions lesson crawled by, punctuated by stolen glances and silent barbs exchanged between you and Mattheo. You couldn't deny a strange pull towards him, a morbid fascination that warred with your Gryffindor loyalty. He was everything you loathed – a dark echo of the war that had ravaged the wizarding world – yet you couldn't tear your eyes away from his sharp features and the way his lips curled into a sardonic smile.

-

Days turned into weeks, the animosity between you a constant undercurrent. You'd clash in Defense Against the Dark Arts, your jinxes meeting his hexes in a flurry of sparks. In Herbology, you'd find his carefully tended Venomous Tentacula mysteriously wilting, a silent message that only you understood.

One blustery April evening, you were returning from the library, a stack of Transfiguration books threatening to topple over, when you bumped into someone. Books scattered across the wet cobblestones, a frustrated groan escaping your lips.

"Need a hand, Gryffindor?"

Looking up, you met Mattheo's gaze. The smirk was absent, replaced by a hint of amusement. You considered letting him wallow in your misfortune, but a flicker of something… kindness? in his eyes softened your resolve.

"Actually, yes," you admitted grudgingly.

Together, you gathered the books, a comfortable silence settling between you as you brushed dirt off the parchment. As you handed him a particularly heavy tome, your fingers brushed. A jolt of electricity shot through you, making you gasp.

Mattheo's eyes widened for a fleeting moment before he masked his surprise. "Seems you're not immune to all Slytherin charms, Gryffindor," he said, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

Heat flooded your cheeks. You snatched the book back, stammering, "It's nothing. Just… static." You turned to leave, desperate to escape the unexpected turn of events.

"Wait," Mattheo called out, his voice softer than you expected. He hesitated, then added, "The greenhouses are open tonight. The moonflowers are supposed to be blooming."

You stared at him, unsure of his motives. Was this another one of his games? Yet, the allure of the moonflowers, a rare and beautiful sight, was too strong to resist.

"Fine," you finally conceded, surprising yourself.

-

The walk to the greenhouses was filled with a tense silence. You stole glances at Mattheo, his profile sharp under the moonlight. He seemed different tonight, a vulnerability lurking beneath his usual arrogance.

Reaching the greenhouse dedicated to magical flora, you were greeted by the ethereal glow of moonflowers. Their petals, the color of moonlight itself, shimmered with an otherworldly beauty.

"They're… amazing," you whispered, mesmerized.

Mattheo stood beside you, uncharacteristically quiet. "They say they grant wishes," he said, his voice barely above a murmur.

You scoffed. "Wishes? Like childish fairy tales?"

He didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the moonflowers. You felt a sudden urge to know him better, to understand the darkness that clung to him like a shadow.

"Tell me about your father," you blurted out, the words catching in your throat.

Mattheo's head snapped towards you, his eyes hardening. "Don't," he growled, a dangerous edge to his voice.

Regret washed over you. You knew it was a forbidden topic, a raw nerve he wouldn't appreciate being prodded.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, turning away.

A tense silence stretched between you and Mattheo, broken only by the soft hum of nocturnal insects. The ethereal glow of the moonflowers seemed to mock the awkwardness, their delicate beauty a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within you.

"It's not that simple," Mattheo finally said, his voice low and strained. "He's powerful, yes, but there's more to him than just darkness. There's a reason some still follow him, a reason I can't entirely… disavow."

His words hung heavy in the air. You understood his hesitation. Voldemort, his father, was a symbol of pure evil, a name whispered in fear. Yet, a part of you couldn't help but feel a flicker of sympathy for Mattheo, burdened by the weight of such a legacy.

"Do you… fear him?" you asked softly, surprised by your own boldness.

Mattheo turned to you, his obsidian eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions you couldn't decipher. "Fear is a luxury I can't afford," he said finally. "But there's a constant… wariness. A knowledge that even the smallest misstep could have dire consequences."

You felt a pang of empathy for him. Despite his aloofness and occasional cruelty, Mattheo was just a boy, grappling with the burden of a monstrous father.

"You're not him, Mattheo," you said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "You have a choice."

He flinched at your touch, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Then, slowly, he lowered his gaze to where your hand rested on his arm. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent question hanging between you.

The heat radiating from his arm beneath your touch was unexpected, a stark contrast to the coolness of the night air. His fingers twitched, a silent battle raging within him between acknowledging the connection and maintaining his usual stoic facade.

"I know," Mattheo said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "And that's exactly what scares me." He turned away, his back ramrod straight, but you could see the vulnerability flickering in his tightly held posture.

"What scares you?" you asked softly, stepping closer. He remained silent, his jaw clenched, until you reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. His head snapped back, his gaze meeting yours, a storm of emotions brewing within.

"That this," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "this feeling… it weakens me." He gestured vaguely around the greenhouse, the unspoken implication clear - the vulnerability you represented put him at risk.

"Weakens you how?" you pressed, your voice a gentle challenge. "Makes you a target? Or makes you… feel something you haven't allowed yourself to feel before?"

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a grudging respect. He sighed, a tremor of vulnerability in the breath that escaped his lips. "Both," he admitted, his voice raw. "The truth is… I haven't allowed myself to feel anything for anyone other than myself in a long time."

His words hung in the air, a heavy confession. You understood. Growing up in the shadow of Voldemort, fear and suspicion were likely the only emotions he knew. The vulnerability he felt towards you was a foreign territory, something he didn't know how to navigate, something that scared him.

"Maybe that's not a bad thing," you said softly, your heart pounding in your chest. "Maybe feeling something, even fear, is better than feeling nothing at all."

He stared at you for a long moment, searching your eyes. In that moment, the air vibrated with unspoken emotions – a mixture of fear, curiosity, and a spark of something else entirely.

"Maybe," he finally conceded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The tension started to dissipate, replaced by a cautious curiosity.

Suddenly, the harsh clanging of the castle curfew bell echoed through the night. Both of you jumped, startled by the sound.

"We should get back," Mattheo said, his voice regaining its usual composure. He offered you his hand, the gesture unexpectedly formal.

You hesitated for a beat, surprised by the formality of his outstretched hand. It was a stark contrast to the raw vulnerability he'd just revealed. Was he retreating back behind his Slytherin mask, the emotional connection a fleeting aberration?

Taking a deep breath, you slipped your hand into his. The warmth from his touch sent a jolt through you, a silent confirmation that the moment hadn't been entirely imagined.

"We should," you agreed, your voice barely a whisper.

-

The walk back to the castle was filled with a comfortable silence, a stark contrast to the charged tension that usually surrounded your interactions. You stole glances at Mattheo, his profile etched sharp against the moonlight. He seemed different tonight, a vulnerability lurking beneath his usual arrogance, a flicker of hope battling the ever-present wariness in his eyes.

As you approached the castle grounds, the imposing silhouette of the building a stark reminder of the rules and boundaries that separated Gryffindors and Slytherins, Mattheo stopped abruptly.

"Wait," he said, his voice low.

You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray curl behind your ear. His touch lingered for a moment, sending shivers down your spine.

"This…" he began, his voice husky, "this can't happen again, can it?"

His question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The danger of their connection, the weight of his family legacy, the very real possibility of getting hurt – all of it swirled in the space between you.

"I don't know," you admitted honestly. "But maybe…" you trailed off, searching his eyes. "Maybe it doesn't have to be like this. Maybe there's another way."

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a slow, hesitant smile. "Another way?" he echoed, a hint of hope creeping into his voice.

You stepped even closer, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we can find a way to be… more. Not enemies, not exactly friends, but something in between. Something real."

He stared at you for a long moment, the moonlight glinting off the unshed tears in his eyes. Then, slowly, he reached out and cupped your cheek with his hand.

"Maybe," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "Maybe we can try."

The bell tolled once more, a harsh reminder of the world outside their bubble. With a final lingering look, Mattheo squeezed your hand gently before turning and disappearing into the shadows of the castle.

-

A/n: would you guys hate me if I ended it like that?

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credit: @dear-november19 <3

M A R C U S L O P E Z M A S T E R L I S T

OR

M A T H E O R I D D L E M A S T E R L I S T

currently playing- forever favourite

annoying face

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty? [by annon]

warnings-

modern au, he's famous, smut, undergarments [help], previously annoyed reader, sitting on his face-, what are you even doing here? go study or touch grass or smthn

dating matheo riddle

just basic head cannons, there aren't any warnings, pretty sfw :)

[sports-on-sundays]

omgg i'm so relievedd,😭😭 anyway here's the request

can you please do an enemies to lovers with pedri wherein the reader is frenkie's sister and pedri and her have beef with eachother and fight like cats and dogs all the time but pedri is lowkey in love with her and sneakily keeps dropping hints but the reader is too oblivious to notice them, then gavi, sick of their banter tries to get them together by pretending to be interested in the reader and pedri get's furious with gavi cuz he's in love with the reader?

anyway i hope you're doing well, sending you lot's and lot's of lovee 💗💗

she's mine / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x de Jong!female!reader - Enemies to lovers - Pedri can't help but feel more than hate towards his enemy. And he won't stand for it when it seems her attention is being given to anyone else but himself.

Warnings: censored swearing, reader is SO oblivious haha, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE CHEESY ENDING BUT IT FELT SO RIGHT OKAY, her being Frenkie's sister didn't end up becoming a part of the plot so sorry if you wanted it to be anon

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you're doing well also. :)

Requested?: yup!

A gust of warm wind blows your hair in your face as you enter the Barcelona training pitch. You tuck it behind your ear as your eyes scan the green field, searching for someone.

You tell yourself you're looking for your brother, Frenkie, but your eyes only stop searching when they fall on Pedri. He's sitting on one of the coolers, talking with Robert Lewandowski and Sergi Roberto. You smirk and saunter over, slipping down to sit on the cooler next to him. "Hey. Why aren't you out there playing, Pedri?" you say with a condescending smile.

His head snaps over to look at you, and his jaw visibly clenches as he demands, "Where did you come from? You weren't there a second a-"

"Maybe you just weren't paying attention, idiot. I didn't know you were that unaware of your surroundings..."

"Would you stop?" he snarls, gently shoving you. "Why are you always here, anyway? Do you think you have rights to walk right on in just because you're Frenkie's sister?"

You shrug cockily. "Pretty much. Everyone loves me, including Xavi. You're the only idiot that doesn't."

At this, Sergi (mysteriously) gets up and says, "I'll leave you two to fight this one out."

Robert nods and follows close behind, calling over his shoulder, "Don't be too aggressive with each other now!" You hear a snicker in the more experienced player's voice, which only fuels you more to bug Pedri.

"You aren't being too aggressive," you turn back to Pedri. "What kind of weak shove was that, anyway?"

"I just didn't shove you any harder because you're delicate and weak." He glanced up, meeting your eyes as he added, "Shame you've got no boyfriend to take care of your damsel self."

"Oh, for f***'s sake! Shut up- you know you're pulling crap out of thin air now!"

"That's what you do every single argument we have," Pedri comments with an eye roll. He bends down to tie his shoe, but then looks up, meeting your eyes again in that annoying way, and says, "Wait, you have a boyfriend?!"

"Don't say it like that!" you snap. "I don't, but I don't need one. I'm just fine without a stupid man to boss me around!"

He snorts and comments softly as he stands up, "I wouldn't say I'm stupid, and I certainly wouldn't boss you around..."

"Huph! Yeah, right!" you snap, the intention of his statements blowing straight over your head. "I bet you'd be the worst of them all! My God, no woman deserves an ass like you! Sure hope you never get a girlfriend- any would be too good for you."

"So sharp with your comebacks!" Pedri looks back. "But you use the same ones every time. You're so predictab-"

"Hey, Pedri."

Both of you look up to see Gavi sauntering over to the two of you. He pulls a water bottle from the cooler Pedri just stood up from and tells him, "Quit all the chit-chatting, for God's sake. Break time is done for you, Pedri."

"Yeah!" you grin, calling after him as he sulks away, "Lazy!"

Some days later, you walk down the hallway of the training centre. You're waiting for Frenkie, since you're going with him to visit with him and Mikky and some friends after training, when suddenly your nerves are hit simply by a familiar voice calling behind you, "Hey, Y/n..."

You swivel around to meet the obnoxious brown eyes of none other than Pedri. Your jaw clenches, but you're always ready to pick a fight with him- especially if he's up for it.

There's a flash of emotion in his eyes, and all the sudden he goes from walking toward you to being right in front of you. Your back hits the wall it's facing, and you gasp as the scent of his cologne fills your nose. You open your eyes slowly to see only Pedri's eyes. You exhale slowly. He's got you here, with his hands leaning on the wall behind you. You can't read him- you can't tell if he's about to slap you in the face or playfully tease you. All you know is that your nose is about six centimeters from the face of your rival, whom you've hated on a countless number of times.

"What the hell?" you snap. "What's your problem?"

"You know what you did!" he snaps right back, his eyes flashing again.

"What did I do?" you ask innocently as you replay all the rude comments about him and obnoxious tricks played on him.

"You know!" he says, jabbing his elbow into your shoulder- not enough to hurt, so you don't bother with him. He's a coward. He never really hurts you.

You smirk, eyebrows raised, and say, "Was it the chewing gum in your football boot or the 'Kick Me' sign on you last away game?"

"It was the gum-! Wait, 'Kick Me' sign?!"

At this, you break into hysterical laughing at his frightened face. You laugh and laugh, until you finally get out, "You take yourself so seriously, and that's why I know stupid pranks like this really will work in getting under your skin!"

"Tell about the 'Kick Me' sign!" He actually looks quite nervous.

"I managed to give you a 'friendly' pat on the back before you walked the red carpet to the hotel. All the away fans saw. I guess after getting a high-five from their hero, Pedri, they saw he would've rather been kicked in the ass!"

"Wait, it was on my ass?" His eyes widen, and you laugh more, practically wheezing now as Mr. Tough Man is getting dethroned- again. By you, as always.

"No! Lower back, idiot. I guess someone must have taken if off of you before you noticed, and didn't tell you because your pride is so delicate..."

"...Is not!" Pedri snapped, shoving you softly again. "Anyway, the f***ing gum on my expens-"

But you interrupt, showing you really couldn't care less. "Why don't you shove me harder, huh? Weak."

His face twists. "If I did, you might fall over. Clumsy."

"Oh, yeah? Am I? Am I clumsy, or are you just too scared to hurt a woman? Well, I'm not too scared to hurt a man, and I'm also not slamming men into walls to assert my dominance!"

Pedri gapes a little, which feeds your mean-spirited ways.

You grin, and suddenly shove him away. He stumbles back, and reaches back to steady himself on the opposite wall of the hallway.

"Alright, I've f***ing had it with you!" he barks, reaching for you. But you grab his wrist, twisting it. He, with his other hand, clutches the collar of your shirt, and you raise your fist, about to hurl it at his-

Suddenly, another hand grips your wrist, mid air.

Both your's and Pedri's heads flip to the new presence and rest your eyes on the younger Gavi.

Pedri's hand slips off your collar in unison with your hand slipping off his wrist.

Gavi sighs and walks past, in the middle of the two of you, calling behind, "You two, always fighting like cats and dogs! Won't you ever leave each other be? It's starting to get out of hand, with you two wrestling in the halls, and all."

You watch awkwardly as Gavi walks away, both feeling called out at how foolish you were acting.

You sit next to Gavi, swiveling back and forth on a bar stool, in a club. You sip your drink, looking down, because of the slight headache you're starting to obtain from the flashing lights around you, when suddenly someone sits on the other side of you. You look up, seeing that it's none other than Pedri. Again. Now you sit between Gavi and Pedri, and ask obnoxiously to Pedri, "Why are you here?"

He smirks, his eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. "I was here all along. But I could be asking you the same thing, baby."

You snort as Gavi looks over with unimpressed raised eyebrows at Pedri.. "Baby? Your insults are getting worse and worse every day," you remark back snidely, taking the name in a completely different way than most people- including Gavi- probably would.

Who knows how Pedri meant it?

Pedri falters for just a moment, and a strange look of slight confusion and maybe... disappointment?... flashes across his face, before he blinks away the dazed look and replaces it with that stupid smirk again. "You're a stupid baby because I don't think you can handle..." He gently takes your glass from your hand, and it's so sudden, you just watch him do it. "...that."

You glare. "What the hell, Pedri?" you snap. "I'm not anywhere near drunk! Give that back!"

He lifts the quarter full glass above his head, but leans his face close to yours and mutters, just loud enough for you to hear over the blasting party music, "Make me."

You glare more fiercely and snarl, "You know full well I'm capable of beating your ass! Now give me the glass!"

His grin just grows wider, and it annoys you that, for whatever twisted reasons, he's genuinely having fun. Enjoying himself. When you tease him or play pranks on him, you guess you have some fun, but it's mostly just about going out of your way to make his life harder because he's annoying. But he's genuinely having fun right now. Anyone could see that much.

The nerve!

You grab at Pedri, trying to wrestle the drink down, but fail, and just end up stumbling into him. He laughs and very gently elbows you, saying, "Be careful, baby. You've got no prince to catch you if you fall..."

"I don't even get your jokes anymore!" You say in frustrated annoyance. You grit your teeth and double back, ready to ram yourself to his stomach, but suddenly stop yourself when two hands grip your shoulders, and a body slips in between your's and Pedri's. "Gavi!" you say in exasperation. "Stop doing that!"

"You guys stop doing this! These arguments are getting out of hand, for God's sake!"

Pedri sighs, setting your glass down, but says, "It's really none of your business, Gav-"

"It is when you constantly do this with me and every-f***ing-one else around! It becomes our business!" He sighs witha little grunt, sitting back down. You swipe your drink off the table and sit back down next to Gavi, saying, "I'm sorry, Gavi... You see, Pedri's just so stupid..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Gavi rolls his eyes.

And little to either Pedri or you know, but the gears in Gavi's brain start spinning.

You sit on the bleachers, typing something up, enjoying the sunshine, when you hear footsteps. You sigh, knowing it will be Pedri approaching, but refuse to look up.

So you're surprised when Gavi says, "Hey, Y/n."

You look up and watch as Gavi sits close next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. You don't think much of this, and don't mind that Gavi sits with you for a while, just chatting about whatever. He speaks softly, making the conversation personal. You respond in your regular tones, because why would you do anything different?

For weeks after this incident, Gavi keeps doing things like this, and, strangely, you've realized Pedri's been bothering you less. And you've been bothering him less.

But he keeps sending you the most venomous glances, it's almost worse than his occasional antagonizing.

Gavi's been getting kind of touchy with you, and you're not sure why, but you assume it's just because... you don't know. But you figure there must be a good, normal reason for it.

So you don't mind it. You enjoy your talks.

Today, you sit on the grass next to Gavi. You can't tell if it's just in your head, but you keep catching Pedri's eyes. And he doesn't look happy.

Well, Gavi's sitting quite close to you, so your shoulders are bumping, and has an arm around you, gently touching your lower back. You watch as Pedri starts walking towards you, and automatically a soft sigh escapes your lips.

Right then, Gavi gently slips his hand onto your thigh.

Automatically, your muscles clench, but you don't even look at Gavi.

Because you're watching Pedri.

He looks livid.

You swallow, and glance to Gavi, but as soon as you do, Pedri reaches him, knocks his hand off your thigh, doesn't even glance to you, and says directly to Gavi, "Come with me."

His tone is hard and cold.

Gavi stands up a little too casually (which seems to just feed Pedri's anger even more) and follows Pedri without a fight.

You stare, watching them go, in kind of a shock.

Once they're gone, you give it a minute or so, before standing up and immediately following. Snooping and eavesdropping are not below you. Can't hurt a girl for being curious, right? Besides, you've become pretty good at not getting caught.

You slowly walk down the stairs into the building, light on your feet, and peek behind every corner, listen through every door.

Finally you freeze when you hear voices, coming from behind a closed door. You lean against the wall slowly, intently listening, and grin softly when you can make out the sentences, before your face becomes serious again.

Gavi is saying, "...you've been the nicest person to her anyway!"

Pedri growls (which makes you swallow nervously), "But it's like you're taking her... She doesn't even like you... I saw the look on her face... Get your hands off of her, anyway... She's mine."

Your eyes furrow in confusion. Clearly he's talking about you, but what does this all mean...? Whatever it does, it certainly makes you feel a little angry, along with the utter uncertainty.

"Yeah? Why haven't you gone for it, then? Shoot your shot? You've just been being rude to her to get her attention without even showing how you really feel- I went about it in the-"

"She doesn't like you!"

"Yeah? Prove it?" Gavi says, just as fiery as Pedri himself, but it sounds a little different. You can't place your finger on what's different about Gavi's tone, though, from Pedri's...

There's a few seconds of silence, before a huff and a smaller comment from Pedri: "But I bet I like her more than you."

"Then prove it. I don't believe you."

"How the hell-"

"Whoever pulls her first."

You stare ahead, eyebrows knitted together.

And suddenly it clicks in your brain that was so opposed to believing anything even close to that, and it all makes sense.

All the stupid comments from him.

This conversation itself.

His dumb nicknames.

Has Pedri really... felt that way... all along?

Then why has he been acting like that?

There's silence between the boys, too, as you consider these things.

And, suddenly, you hear the doorknob turn, and your stomach drops to your knees. You try to swallow down a lump in your throat, looking for anywhere you can go to hide so that they don't see y-

"Y/n-!" Pedri stares at you, frozen.

Oh God. What... What is he going to do? Pick a fight, walk away? Lash out on me or Gavi? Pretend nothing happened?

He whispers, "You heard all that..."

You don't respond. And you're not sure if you could, even if you tried to, anyway.

But he does the most unlikely thing. The thing you weren't ever expecting.

Maybe someone else would. Maybe your brain just doesn't work that way.

But suddenly he pulls you to him, in a half-hug kind of thing, his muscles soft, and whispers, "I'm sorry, but... Maybe this will convince you to give me a shot..."

Suddenly, before you can react, he pulls you into a steamy kiss. You gasp, shocked, and although you don't want it to be happening, you don't want it to stop. You stare ahead, but slowly find the strength to close your eyes.

He pulls away and mutters, "Anyway, let me explain now..."

But suddenly Gavi walks by, casually, a smug look on his face, and he says, "I would have done it differently, but with someone like Y/n, you never know, Pedri... I mean it's funny you two are so immature about the way you're going about this, when I'm younger than both of you."

"You-"

Gavi glances back and interrupts, "Oh, and by the way, it was all a show. I'm not really into Y/n, and I know she's not really into me. It was just to make you jealous. You know, so maybe you'd finally admit your damn feelings and quit bothering her so much. Looks like you still haven't done it though. I've leave you two to that."

Pedri starts gaping as Gavi saunters away, and you stand just as shocked, but for more things than what Pedri's shocked about.

"For God's sake, Gavi," Pedri mutters under his breath, turning back to you. "Well, anyway," he breathes. "I've got a lot to explain... And say sorry for."

"Why were you..." you trail off.

He snorts. "I thought you'd be into that. I thought you'd like that sort of attention."

"I might've..." you chuckle nervously. "If I understood what you were doing in the moment..."

All the sudden, those glimmering brown eyes look deeper than they did before. More complex. Interesting. Beautiful.

Captivating.

Perhaps even... enchanting?

You swallow, and find yourself gripping to his shoulders tighter- which you didn't even know you were holding onto until now.

Now he mutters, but it doesn't seem mean.

You would say it was sexy, if that didn't mean you'd be calling him sexy.

"I've got a lot of work before I can call you mine..." he swallows. Usually a comment like this would disgust you.

But the way he just kissed you makes you not dread, but anticipate (just very, very, very slightly) eagerly all that work he needs to do in order to call you his.

Well, in other words, that set off butterflies in your stomach you didn't even know existed.

And now he whispers, "Sorry if it's too soon, but... Can I kiss you again?"

You grin stupidly and remark, "Only if you're not a coward."

He leans in, and his lips meet yours once again.

[ilovejb]

| What are we ? |

Pairings : Vicky Lopez x female!reader

Summary : Reader and Vicky were best friends, but what happens when they cross the line of friendship ?

Warnings : Suggestive ? Smut but not really

Authors Note : Around 1.3 k words #morevickyfics

It started a regular day in sunny Barcelona, at 17 playing for the best club in the world you werent a regular teen. You lived with Alexia and Olga. You were know as one of the jokesters on the team, always atched at the hip with Vicky - your best friend on the team - but recently you thought this friendship was something more than that.

As you arrived to the training center, bag slung over your shoulder and in a vivid conversation with Ingrid about today´s plans, you coulndt help but admire Vicky. Her dark eyes,curly hair, the way she was so confident with herself, and that beatiful smil- " y/n are you even listening to what im telling you !? " Ingrid´s voice brought you out of the trance you had found yourself in. "sorry sorry, you were telling me we have gym and then training ? " you said in one breath. But before Ingrid could answer you were suddenly pulled by strong arms and into the locker room.

" Vickyyyy what are you doing ? " you asked your best friend. " Guapa, i wanted to know if you wanted to be my gym partner today ? pleaseee " she begged you in a flirttacious tone. You wanted to say you had already said yes yo being Aitanas gym partner, but you couldnt say no to those beatiful brown eyes. " fine fine, but on one condition, movie night tonight ? " you pleaded, " obviously yes bebé, tu sabes que nunca te puedo decir que no guapa" ( you know i cant deny you ). " Okay my place tonight at 7 dont be late" with a slight frown on your face you headed to the gym.

After training ended, all you wanted was a hot shower and getting under your warm covers. And as you headed to the shower, love sick smile on your face thinking about vicky, a loud voice interremputed your thoughts. " Y/N WAIT UP ! " Cata called out. " Cata you almost gave me a heart atack, what do you need ? "you said, already tired from what ever she was going to tell you. " I just wanted to know if you were up for a dinner at my plce tonight " she asked in a hushed tone, as if she didnt want anyone to hear her. " Oh, sorry Cata i already have plans with vicky, maybe another time though " Cata had a smirk on her face. " your always hanging out with vicky and flirting with her, are you sure your not in love with her ? " again, already tired of whatever she had to say. " callate cata, ella solo es mi amiga NADA MÁS " ( shut up cata, she is just my friend nothing more ) " bit mad are we ?" she asked with a shit-eating grin. You didnt even bother responding, and just went straight for the showers.

After your conversation with Cata, almost everyone had gone home, execpt for vicky. So it what just you and her in the showers. As you slowly got undressed, you felt eyes on you. Vicky´s eyes. With the way she was looking at you, you would think she was a lion and you were her prey. A lot of times you werent sure if your feelings for vicky were reciprocated or not, but thoses hungry eyes told you they were. After a few more looks vicky finally spoke. " un beso para reforzar la amistad lastimo a nadie no ? " ( a kiss to reinforce friendship never hurt anyone right ? ) This was your chance, you couldnt miss it. Like a saying Lucy used to tell you " opportunity doesnt know twice ! ", qoute in mind you gave vicky and knowing smirk, and leaned in. Capturing her lips in a searing kiss, that left you both breathless. After a hot make-out sesh, you pulled back connecting your foreheads " un repitis o dos ? Esta noche ? " ( a repeat or two ? tonight ? ) " obviously guapa, a lot more than one or two repeat " A light smile tugged at your lips at her reply. You slowly made your way out of the showers after that.

Once you arrived home, Alexia told you she and olga would be out for a date night tonight. Perfect, you thought, a night alone with vicky. After that, you went to your room to take your daily nap, which is why some of your teamates joked you were a hibbernating bear.

You woke up a couple hourse later, at around 5. " hourse before your were supposed to hang out with vicky. And you decided to get ready for her, wink wink. You werent a stranger to sex or to relationships, sure maybe you werent as experienced as alexia but you clearly werent a virgin. You took a quick shower, shaving every surface of your body. Then putting on your smallest bra and panties.

Vicky arrived minutes later, Alexia and Olga having left about an hour ago. " Hola Guapa, for you " she handed you the most beatiful bouquet of flowers you had seen in your life. " Thank you vick- ", before you could get another word in, she slammed you against the wall in a brusing kiss. This was going to be a fun night, you thought to yourself. As the kiss deepend and got more desperat, your toungues fighting for dominance, she started to kiss lower and lower. You quickly brought you to her room and pulled you down. She started to get lower and lower.

After you finshed, and had the best sex of your life, it had gotten pretty late. And after taking a shower with vicky you suggested she stay. She seemed pretty skeptical at first but then agreed. " Gracias por darme una noche tan increible vicky, te amo " ( thank you for giving me an amazing night, i love you vicky. ) you quickly shut your mouth, looking over to see if she heard you, you saw she was fast alseep and close to snoring.

The next morning as you looked over to greet vicky, you realised she was gone. The only sign of her was a note that read " sorry guapa, but i had to go. " you really thought you had made a true conection, like in those cheesy rom-coms. But, no this had been nothing more than a one night stand to her. As sad and dissapointed as you were, you still had to go through the day. You went through all the motions, and since it was a rare day-off you spent all day lounging on the couch watching stupid movies. You had a nice dinner with Alexia and Olga and really enjoyed yourself, but as your settled into bed for the night you couldnt sleep.

" 2:30 " the clock read. You had been tossing and turning all night, all the thoughts crossing your mind making it a jumbled mess. You couldnt stop thinking about it, your interaction with vicky, the sex, the kiss, and the way she left you without a second though. You finnaly settled for confronting tomorow, and you went to sleep with thoughts racing in your mind.

You woke uo and got ready just like any other day, but you rmind set on confronting vicky about what she did. You arrived to training fuming, not even bothering to say good morning to anyone, you were hurriedly looking for vicky. Once you found her - talking with patri and pina- you pulled her by her jersey and brought her to one of the empty meeting rooms. " why did you leave me that night, i thought we had something ? " you asked in a panicked tone. " mira guapa, yo tambien crei eso pero talvez solo hay sido algo de una vez no crees ? " ( i thought so too but maybe it was just a one time thing, dont you think ? )

Glancing at your phone your realized you were almost late to training, so your asked hurriedly and anxiously " what are we ? " And for the first time since you met her, she was speechless.

[idontplaytrack]

jos x reader hurt/comfort fic where jos accidentally hurts reader when she’s still learning her powers.

Keeping Busy

Jos Cleary Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: accidental injury due to The Power, fluff, some coarse language, implied smut at the end

- w.c: 1.7k

It was Saturday morning. You had spent the night at Jos’ after school yesterday. You and Jos were the first ones awake since you got to bed early last night due to a headache. Margot was busy and left the house way earlier, Rob on the other hand, was home. “Want some breakfast?” Jos asked while you followed her down the stairs. It creaked, the skies were gloomy, casting an eerie atmosphere throughout the house, heck, the city.

It was the norm, but given the recent events. You were shaky, Jos was on edge…worried. For you, for herself.

“I’m…not that hungry, Jos.”

Her brows knit together in worry. “Is it the headache?”

“Everything is the headache.”

Jos bit back a sigh, kissing your cheek, “You’re okay.”

“No.” You chuckled, “No one is okay. W— all the girls are being treated like freaks with this Power. Still. Though that just explains why we even got it in the first place. They can’t stand seeing us being in control.”

“We’ll work through this, together. Don’t focus on anything else or anyone else. Just yourself, just us. There’s a lot going on in the world and you can’t change most of it. Don’t look at the news anymore, it’s not doing your anxiety any good.”

“The news is everywhere, Jos.” You sat down at the island, chewing on your nails. Then, you got a zap and quickly pulled away, seething. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You huffed, resting your hands on the countertop, “Just startled, that’s all.”

“Good. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Anything, I guess.” You answered lacklusterly.

Jos decided on French Toast with some fruit. One of your favourites. She hoped it would cheer you up, even just a little bit. You were happy just watching her work in the kitchen. Until…she turned in the induction stove and you stood up. “Actually— Jos, maybe…you shouldn’t— you shouldn’t touch an electric stove?”

“I’ll be fine.” She assured, but you weren’t too sure about it. Several weeks ago, it was the microwave. Then the stereo in Rob’s car. Then she accidentally zapped her brother on the eye while fighting over the remote. And now, you reached over to her hand to get it off the stove but it was too late. Of course it was, she didn’t know how to control the Power yet and hurt herself. Since your hand was already on hers, you got hurt too. Her eyes went wide and she gasped, “Shit. I told you I’ll be fine, why did you— God.” At least nothing blew up this time.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You took a look at your hand, nothing wrong with it. It just felt like static shock, but somewhat more intense. If anything, this was an improvement. “Are you sure?” She hurriedly took your hand to see for herself. “Babe, yes.” You let out a chuckle at how worried she looked. “I’m sorry, I just— I don’t know that happened.”

“Me neither, but it’s fine. I’m not hurt. It just felt like static shock.” You told her, “Watch the french toast.”

“Right.” Jos sighed, pressing a kiss to your hand then flipped the egg-dipped slice of brioche over in the pan.

“I heard something. Are you girls okay?” Rob came down the stairs.

“I got zapped on the stove trying to get it on. Her hand was on mine, but we’re fine.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “All good.”

“Well, good to see you girls keeping busy on a weekend and doing something.”

“Dad, you want some french toast?”

“Not too much of a sweets guy, but yeah, I’ll take some.” He shrugged, sitting down at the island with you, “And you, no más café para ti.”

“Ay, noooo.” You held your coffee-filled mug protectively with both hands. “I need my coffee.”

“All that caffeine is probably why you have so much trouble falling asleep. And the lack of sleep is why your headaches have been at an all-time high.” He told you while reaching for a mug and the coffee pot.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“Point taken.” He laughed, “But I did a surgery last night— lasted till early this morning. I deserve my coffee.”

“You just got home?” Jos blinked, slightly taken aback.

“Got home around 5am. It is now 8:30, so minus the time I took for a shower? I got a whopping three hours of sleep.”

“So what are you doing up? Go back to sleep.” You muttered, taking a swig of coffee and putting your mug down.

“I tried.” He laughed, Jos put a plate of french toast in front of him. He walked up to the fridge to get the bottle of syrup and box of blueberries. “You want blueberries?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at you.

“No.” You muttered, accepting your plate of food from Jos, grabbing a banana off of the bunch in front of you on the island.

“Alright, then. You want strawberries too, Jos?”

“Sure, yeah.”

After breakfast, you went back up to Jos’ room quietly. “Niña, stop. Wait a second.” Rob stopped you before you started walking up the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Are you alright? Do you have a headache again?”

“Again? No. I’ve been having it for two days.” You told him, biting back a scoff.

“That’d be a migraine.”

“So…”

“So, get some rest. Shut the curtains and lay down, sleep.” He suggested. “Does the coffee help?”

“Actually, yeah.”You arched a brow, “Anyway, I’m gonna go take a shower because the heat helps too. Jos, excuse me.”

“Be careful, babe.”

A little after you’d gone into the bathroom and started the shower, Jos was still in the kitchen with Rob, drinking coffee and chatting. Izzie and Matt were away at camp for a few more days, so the house has been quieter than she was used to now in a long time. “She gets those a lot, huh?”

“Stress is a big trigger for her migraines, I’ve noticed. And with what’s going on lately? All over the world?” Jos glanced at him, “It’s been some time since we got The Power, it’s a good thing, y’know? Self defence? There are so many bad people around, some just blend in. Why do they feel so threatened if they’ve got nothing to hide?”

“Some people, some guys…they just don’t like seeing girls in power, in charge. Because to them, girls are supposed to be the weak ones. But that’s not true. And, I know you’re still figuring out how to control the Power, that’s fine. It hasn’t been long since you got it, it takes time. Babies don’t learn how to walk in a day, Jos. Go easy on yourself for that.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Jos smiled and gave him a hug, “I’m gonna make her some more coffee.”

“Of course.” He returned the smile, “And, make sure she doesn’t go overboard on the coffee. And get her to try other stuff to help if meds don’t do the trick.”

“I’ll make sure.” Jos chuckled, “It’s…weird being in a house this quiet so far. I haven’t experienced this in years. Matt and Izzie would always be squabbling, or me and him these days.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” He laughed too, patting her on the back, “I heard from Mom what happened at her house. It’s good she’s confiding in you and knowing that staying here for awhile would be better for her. Especially with that migraine now.”

“They fight all the time, her mom and dad. About the same things, over and over again. It’s stupid, and annoying how they refuse to hold themselves accountable and change. For her, for her siblings.”

“You might want to talk to her about spending most of her time here instead of home. Get her away from that environment, it’s a huge stressor. She’ll always be in pain if she stays at home.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Jos nodded solemnly, “It’s hard to get her to prioritise herself. I’m surprised she even talked to Mom. But it’s good. I’ll talk to her later.”

“Good. Hoping for the best, mija.”

“I’ll uh, I’ll go check on her then make sure the room’s all set for her.”

“Okay. No funny business in the bathroom.”

“Dad!” She seethed, “Of course not.”

Jos knocked on the bathroom door, you could barely hear it over the sound of the water. “Yes?”

“It’s me.” Jos spoke louder, “You doing okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

The door opened and she peeked into the room, “I got the room all nice and dark for you once you get outta here.”

“Thanks. Don’t even think about joining me in here.”

“I’ve been warned, so no. Don’t worry.” She bit back a laugh.

“I’ll be waiting in my room. Take your time, yeah?”

You walked into Jos’ bedroom a good thirty minutes later, dressed in her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt. She opened up her arms and you just straddled her and sat in her lap, inhaling the comforting scent of her favourite vanilla and rose lotion. “Hey.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek while rubbing your back, “You wanna lay down?”

You shook your head.

“That’s alright.” The soothing motions of her palm continued.

After a bit, you broke away from the embrace. “Maybe…I want some funny business.”

“What?” She chuckled, “Ohh. Alright.” Jos had her hand going up your cheek, cupping it before she tucked some hair behind your ear. She looked at you in a silent ask. You nodded, she crashed her lips onto your own. “I didn’t lock the door.” You murmured.

“I got it.” Jos sighed, “One sec.” You climbed off of her, spotted the tumbler on her nightstand and took a gulp. It was coffee. Ice cold coffee. Once she’d locked her door she rushed back to you, eager to kiss you again. “Let me see your hand.” She requested when you climbed back onto her lap, with your knees on either side of her thighs.

“Jos, I’m fine, It didn’t even leave a mark.”

“I know.” She hummed, her fingertips tracing your palm with no particular pattern. “I just feel bad, you were looking out for me and you got zapped.”

“I get it, but don’t feel bad. I’m perfectly fine, and it was an accident.” You assured.

She chuckled lowly, gently holding your cheek once again, “Let me make up for that and help you with your migraine. He did say to make sure you try other things. Besides…he only said no funny business in the bathroom. This isn’t the bathroom.”

You grinned, “Be my guest. I’m all yours, Jos.”

🏷️ Tag list: @arandomeee @ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💬A/N: A pretty short one, but thanks for the request, anon. :)

[ramen-flavored]

WHY ISNT ECHO GETTING MORE ATTENTION

[doudouneverte]

A family of three...and more

a/n: where are the Maya Lopez fics?

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Maya Lopez x Fem!reader

Summary: you propose to your girlfriend with something on your mind

Type: Fluff

warning: nothing

word count: 2551

note: bold=ASL, this take place before Hawkeye

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Maya put her phone back in her pocket while she was looking for cheese. A few minutes later, she was on her way to the cashier when two people blocked her way. They were visibly arguing, but she didn't have time for that. She just wanted to walk away, but one of them was blocking the way through the cashier.

Maya: I'm at the grocery store do you want anything?

You: just some cheese. i want to make pizza tonight

Maya: 👍

You: love you, i have to go now but i'll be home around 7pm

You: and please be careful on the road

Maya: like usual 🙄

Any other person would choose another cashier, but for her, it was not an option. Not for Maya, at least. It was the only member of staff who knew ASL and cared to communicate with her.

She sighed and decided to make another lap in the grocery store while the people finished what they were doing. Only two minutes later, she finally made her way to the cashier.

'Hello, Maya.' Sophie, the cashier said signed. Earning a smile from the other woman.

'Hello' Maya signed back. They 'talked' for a moment before your girlfriend needed to leave.

Maya took a detour home before she had to return to work. At work, things seemed better than at the grocery store, but even there, people seemed to argue about something she didn't care about. But even like that, two of her men caught her attention. The way their hands were moving made her look at them, even if she knew that neither of them used ASL.

It's something she has developed since she started falling for you. Every time you were rambling (even if you knew she couldn't hear you), your hands moved frenetically. At first, Maya found it disturbing because she really wanted to understand what you were signing, but your movements were incoherent. But as time passed, she started to like it because it was like your body was trying to tell her a story that you were completely unaware of.

"Guys, what are you doing here?" Kazi asked, making the two men stop.

"We were trying to know what we should order between sushi and tacos." One of them said making the man roll his eyes.

"And we thought that we should ask the boss because she's responsible here." the other man said.

"Does it seem that she's listening to you?" Kazi asked, and the three looked to Maya, who was smiling on her phone.

Maya was pouting before Kazi caught her attention. 'Are you okay?' she nodded. 'Do you want sushi or tacos?'

You: i'm bored right now

Maya: and what should i do?

You: i don't know i just want to be with you right now

You: do you think about me?

Maya: i always think about you 🙄

You: ther's a customer i need go

Maya: okay i love you

You: me too 😍

'Whatever' she brushed it off.

The rest of her day was like usual, except that you didn't text her frequently. Back at home, the boss of the tracksuit mafia was trying to distract herself while she was waiting for you. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too long before the front door opened.

You: I'm home

Sensing her phone vibrating next to her, she looked at the text before rushing to the front door. You were getting rid of your shoes when you felt two arms wrap around you. Maya pushed her head on your shoulder, and you could feel her smile. She didn't waste time before spinning you and landing small pecks on your face.

'Hello'

'I missed you' You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend but smiled again.

Maya always acted differently when you were home, she switched from her bossy personality to a more bubbly one (even if she didn't like when you told her that the first time). She was a little clingy, but always there to help you with anything.

'How was your day?' She followed you into the kitchen.

'Cool' she nodded and laid against the counter while you were starting to make dinner. Maya stayed there on her phone, checking that everything was okay, before you caught her attention.

Your hands were shaking a little, and your throat was a little sore, but you gathered your courage and started to sign.

'You. Me. Marriage? Her eyes get wide open, and her mouth opened and closed a few times without sound. She was visibly stunned.

'What?'

"I know that we didn't talk about it, but I thought about it, and also today at work, I…" You were rambling and started to pace in front of your girlfriend while your hands were trying to translate everything.

After a few seconds and with your lungs almost totally empty, you looked at Maya, who was lost in her thoughts. Her eyes were on you like usual, but you knew that she was not there.

"Maya?" You signed while you shot her name. She didn't respond, so you placed your hand on her cheek, drifting her back into reality. 'Are you okay?'

'Wait.' She laid a hand on your shoulder and looked at you. 'Can you repeat, please?'

'I want to marry you' It was not the first time you talked about marriage and stuff, but now it was different. She could feel that. Your eyes were not leaving hers; you were shy but fully determined, and despite your scared/stressed expression, she could see the little spark in your eyes and the anticipation in your gaze.

'Are you proposing?'

'Well. Yes, but I don't have a ring. At least not yet.'

'Then find one and I'll give you my answer.' she replied with a cocky smile.

Later that night, you were lying on your bed watching a movie (with subtitles) when Maya thought about something. She slapped your arm a few times to gain your attention, making you look at her a little confused.

'Can I ask you why you proposed? I love you, and you love me, but we both know that's not the only reason.' You sighed and took a moment to decide if you should tell her the truth, but you really want to marry her, and you don't want to start your new life on a lie.

'Okay, it's a little long. Let me write it to you.'

~~~~

The previous week

It was a Tuesday like any other; you were at work in your library. It was the moment of your week when you would close earlier because you made a deal with an orphanage in the city, which made you spend an afternoon reading books to the children.

However, this day you noticed a new addition in the little orphan's library. A baby girl, she was only two months old, and she focused her attention on the children and the people who were surrounding her.

When you started to read, her eyes almost immediately searched for the origin of the new voice, and she giggled a little when she saw you. Hearing that, you raised your eyes to the infant to see her beaming a toothless smile at you.

It was not a surprise that you wanted kids at some point in your life, and Maya was aware of that. You talked a lot about that, even though you knew she was a little unsure if she was able to raise a child properly.

Your wish for a kid was one of the reasons that you spent every Tuesday afternoon reading books to those children. The other one, was that you were also an orphan after losing your parents when the Avengers fought Ultron in Sokovia.

Before leaving, you asked for more information about the baby. You learned that her name was Zoe. Her mother died in a car accident, and her father gave up every rights on her a week after his wife's death.

You came back on Saturday to spend more time with the children while your girlfriend was doing her usual missions. Then you asked if there was a chance for you to adopt Zoe. Nina, a woman working there, told you that she would need to talk to the caregiver about that, and she would organize a meet-up with them for your next visit.

Earlier that day.

After reading the last book of the day, you had your meeting with the caregiver. You prepared a solid file over the weekend and were a little nervous when they consulted it.

After they rode that, they told you that every member of the orphanage talked good about you and about how your reading time was the favorite moment of the kids in the week. The only thing that they were a little reserved about was your situation.

"Listen, Ms. Y/l/n, I'm sure that you would be one of the best people to adopt the little Zoe; you seem to be a really good person, and I'm sure you will be a good mother. But unfortunately, I'm not the one who can approve that alone. We will need to send your request to the children's court. They will examine your files again, and if anything seems alright, that will send a representative to check everything." You nodded while mentally noting every piece of information.

"And I don't think it will change a thing, but I know that they usually tend to be more relaxed when it's a married couple who makes the request." They explained.

"Well, you mean that there is a chance that they won't validate my request if I'm not married?"

"Honestly, there is a chance that they will refuse your request even if you're married, but I know that it helped some people. But of course I don't want to force anything."

"No it's okay. Thank you for letting me know. I'll try my best to make them accept that. See you next week." You said before leaving the office.

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'I see' Maya signed before opening her arms to give you a hug.

'But you don't have to accept if you don't want to have a child.' You said after you pulled away.

'No, I want that. Yes, I found it a little surprising to potentially be mom right now, but yeah, I want that with you.' Her statement eased your mind, but it also reminded you of the little age gap between you. Of course, it's not a big one, but it's just enough to have different visions of things sometimes. 'Do you think we have time to organize everything before they actually send your file? Because I want to marry you before that.'

You gave a big smile and crashed your lips against hers. The rest of the night was filled with…intimate moments, and Maya definitely deserved that.

After a talk with your friends and the tracksuit mafia, you decided to get married only two months later, so you could have time to organize everything. Much to your surprise, Maya was very implied in that. It was not uncommon for you to come back with a sleepy Maya on some wedding dress catalogs.

The D-day was perfect. Not having a lot of family members you were close with made this more 'easier'. Your best friend Julia was the one who escorted you to the altar, while Maya was escorted by Wilson Fisk. With Kazi as a priest (which, by the way, doesn't really fit him very well), things couldn't be better. You exchanged vows, you kissed, and you cried, which made your newlywed wife cry too.

Two weeks later, you were back from your honeymoon, and you brought Maya with you to the orphanage the next Tuesday afternoon. The boss of the mafia spent all her time with Zoe after she met her. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the director.

After a moment, they invited you two into their office to announce to you that the judge had accepted your request, and now the next step was to prove to whoever they'd send to you that you could be the best parents for her.

The date was given a few days later; you'd meet them in the next two weeks, which gave you just enough time to finish the nursery room with the help of Maya and the whole tracksuit. Some of them gave you some furniture their kids didn't use anymore; some even gave you a book about 'how to raise a child for the noobs' that made you laugh, but not your wife.

With the time this group became a second family to you, they always had your wife back and made sure that she didn't overwork and always came back safe in your arms. You liked them, and it was reciprocal; they called you the boss' wife, or Mrs. Lopez, even before you and May talked about plans for the future.

So when they learned that you were about to potentially become a mom, they helped you move all the stuff for the nursery and hide almost all the guns in the process.

When Maria, who worked for the child protection services, finally met you and Maya, it was like everything finally became real.

It took three visits from Maria and almost six months before you reached your last steps. A trial with the judge.

Of course, being the man he is, Wilson tried to pay the judge, but you convinced him to give up. If you couldn't convince them to let you two adopt Zoe, then maybe you didn't deserve to be a mom.

It's needless to say that the D-day you were more than stressed. You had this bad feeling in your stomach—a feeling that you tried to push away by making out with Maya in the car before steeping in the court. Despite her surprise, your wife didn't push you and complied with the kisses until you were ready.

The whole trial was like a big mission for Maya, a mission that she knew she couldn't miss because it was for your both happiness. But you were not alone there. There was the gang, Wilson, the kids, and the staff of the orphanage. Everyone was there to support you, which helped ease your mind.

Five hours. It took you five hours before the judge could give you their verdict. And the entire court exploded with cheer when they announced that they had accepted your request and that you would finally be officially the little Zoe's parents.

Back at home with your now-eighty-month-old daughter, nothing could match the joy and excitement you both felt.

'It's finally over' Maya signed before crashing on the couch.

"Yeah, finally," you repeated. You watched as Zoe yawned, visibly tired of the previous. Seeing this, your wife took her from your hand and headed to the nursery, but before she could let her on the crib, you grabbed the end of her shirt, making her look at you a little confused.

'Let her sleep in the bed with us just today.' You signed and pouted to try to convict her.

Maya just smiled and nodded.

You ended up taking a nap with your new daughter between you and Maya. You both had a wide smile, and you preyed that thing could stay like that forever.

[bi-lavelent]

Lone Wolf (Quinn Fabray x Fem reader 13) Double Sectionals

I’m so sorry this one took so long I was sick. But here you go I hope you that you like.

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Bullying, Cussing, Smut

The week of sectionals Santana and me had gotten back together but we’re taking it one step at a time. Knowing that we will be tense for the next couple of weeks.

But it was hitting Santana worse than I accepted. Her parents were still gone they were gonna come back and see sectionals. Which was worrying her even worse. With the added stress of not knowing who was gonna take New Directions to Sectionals after the whole ordeal with Mr.Schue getting kicked out of the hotel he was living in well him and his wife were going through their divorce because of squatters rights. He had used one of the mattresses that the glee club had gotten during their commercial. Which I keep watching on YouTube because Santana when she’s laying on the bed and rubbing it. Was so hot and reminded me of the fun w have.

Crawford allowed us to take off Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. So that we can practice and go see our competitors Sectionals. Things had been a bit awkward with Nicky after what happened. I walked in on Tuesday right before I had flag football practice which was my last one of the week as well.

“Do you miss your Sapphic Goddess? You know I’m sure your girlfriend loves the tricks that I taught you.” Nicky said

“What do you want Nicky?” I asked

“I just want to remind you of the fun we had last week. Maybe I could jog your memory with our round 8.” Nicky said

“Look Nicky it was a one time thing that I regretted the second after it was done. I don’t like you. Do I find you attractive? Yes. Were you good in bed? Yes but you and me will never happen. Unless you kill everyone on the list before you which is sevral pepole and there’s three of them that you could never place and one of them is my hot, sexy, badass, scary girlfriend. Now let’s practice for sectionals and then I’m leaving.” I said

“Well if you two ever break up you know where to find someone who will make you orgasm.” Nicky said

After Glee practice and Flag football I drove home. The next day I drove Santana to McKinley and just chilled around until glee time. I couldn’t stay in there but I wanted to come visit everybody. I quietly walked in.

“I hope we don’t get stuck with Mr.sincorey as our sectionals supervisor .” Artie said

”The creepy math teacher?” Tina asked

”He’s always singing when he walks down the hall.” Kurt said as Mercedes shook her head

“Hey guys did any of you think it was weird the way that Puck rushed to Quinn’s side after rehearsal the other day.” Rachel asked as she ran in

“No.” Mercedes said

“I mean he likes her. I mean their friends. We all know that.” Artie said

“Yeah but it seemed like more than that. I never told you guys this before but I’m a little psychic. I can’t read minds or anything yet but I do have a sixth sense but something is definitely going on there.” Rachel said

“Hey guys what are you guys up to?” I asked

“Oh my god Y/N hi.” Kurt said

“How’s the new school?” Tina asked

“Why are you wearing a letterman jacket.” Artie asked

“It’s great the Glee club is the cool kids and to answer your question Artie I’m on our schools flag football team we currently 3-0.” I said

“Okay well I’m gonna go to the bathroom I’ll be back in a minute.” Rachel said as she left

“We need to leave here and call everyone.” Artie said

We all got into a phone call

“Hey she’s onto it.” Mercedes said

“I know it’s really freaking me out.” Tina said

“Arties buzzing in.” I said

“Guys this is serious if she finds out she’s gonna tell Finn. She a total trout mouth.” Artie said

“Look I can help you guys I can’t be in the glee club meetings for obvious reasons but I can help run intermission.” I said

“Kurt wants in.” Tina said handing her phone to Kurt

“I see we lock Rachel up tell after sectionals.” Kurt said

“As amazing as that sounds and as much as I already have somewhere to lock her up.” I said

“We can’t we need her to sing.” Mercedes said

“Can I lock her up after sectionals look I don’t go to this school but I still really don’t like her.” I said

“No.” Tina said

“Damn her talent.” Kurt said

“We just heard. Who told?” Santana said

“We assumed it was you.” Artie said

“Why would I do that.” Santana said

“To get back at Puck aren’t you guys dating.” Kurt said

“Sex is not dating.” Santana said

“If it was me and Santana would be dating.” Brittnay said

“Okay well we have to come up with a plan to keep Puck away from Quinn, Quinn away from Rachel and Rachel away from everyone. I say we circle back to locking her up and release if her the day of sectionals. That the only way to stop what’s inevitable from happening.” I said

“What are you doing on the line?” Brittnay asked

“She’s here a McKinley.” Kurt said

“I wanted to stop by and visit you guys that and also Figgins wants to see me to finish sending my paperwork over to Crawford.” I said

“Look I don’t wanna rock the boat since Quinn got pregnant I’m too dog around here.” Santana said

“Hang on Rachel’s walking by hi Mama.” Mercedes said

“Okay we’re clear.” I said after Rachel had passed us

“We can not let Rachel figure this out.” Mercedes said

“If she tells Finn you can kiss your male lead soloist goodbye and probably any chance at winning. Unless you guys can come up with a whole new set list in three days.” I said

I waited til glee ended that day. Not realizing that Rachel had already gotten to Puck.

“We had to re-make our fucking set list. But Mercedes got the Ballad.” Santana told me as we headed out to the car.

“Fuck Yeah.” I said

The next day I was in Glee class waiting for everyone to show up. Just to tell them that I would see them at sectionals that weekend. As they started to practice I couldn’t stay or keep visiting. Otherwise my team will be bard from competing.

I sat up at the top the first one to enter was Santana who came and sat next to me. It was like old times except I was finally dating her. Everything was calm. But I guess that what they say theirs always a calm before the storm. Because before we knew it Finn came in and started beating the crap out of Puck. I jumped up after letting him get a few good hits in I mean I also wanted Puck hurt. For the same reason and for another one and then I ran up and Pulled Finn off Puck when Mr.Schue came in. Me and some of the football dudes helped keep him away from Puck.

“TELL THE TRUTH!!” Finn yelled

“Bro just came in and Sucker punched me.” Puck said

Finn started speaking in what sounded like gibberish because he was so angry.

“Who told you this Finn?” Quinn asked

“Obviously it was Rachel.” Kurt said

“I didn’t do anything.” Rachel said

“Yeah it was Rachel but I want to hear it from you. I want to hear it from both of you.” Finn said

“Just calm down.” Mr.Schue said

“NO THEIR BOTH LYING TO ME. Is it true. Just tell me is it true.” Finn said

Quinn walked up to him crying “Yeah. Puck is the father.”

“All that stuff in the hot tub … you just made that up.” Finn said

“You were stupid enough to buy it.” Puck said which made Finn angry you could see it in his eyes he lunged at Puck.

“Hey, Hey, Hey Let’s go take a walk in the hallway okay buddy.” I said pushing him back

“I am so sorry.” Quinn said

“Screw this. I’m done with you.” Finn said leaving

“Okay well Y/N you have to leave too practice is gonna start and you can’t be here anymore for the rest of this week.” Schue said

“Yes Mr.Schuester.” I said leaving and catching up with Finn

“You me Gym now.” I said

Finn got into my car as I drove to the gym.

“Put boxing gloves on Picture all you emotions take them out on the bag right now.” I said

Soon enough Finn had seemed to calm down

“I at least have a reason to be mad at my Puck.” Finn said

“I have a reason to.” I said

“What the fact that your in love with Quinn to bad you’ll never have or the fact that your in love with Santana and he broke her heart.” Finn said

“I can’t tell you why.” I said

“Well then let me guess.” Finn said

“No.” I said

“Oh my god you were sleeping with Quinn too how could you do that to me.” Finn said

“Nope definitely not I wish though.” I said

“Oh my god are you and Santana together I mean she always gave me Bi vibes as a bisexual myself.” Finn said

“Welcome to the community.” I said

“Wait you didn’t say no and I won’t tell anyone anything.” Finn said

“Trust me buddy I hate him as much as you.” I said

“Well there’s a spot open for my best friend.” Finn said

“You want me to be your best friend?” I asked

“Yeah I mean you’re cool and we’re friends.Plus I have already told you stuff that Puck never knew.” Finn said

“Well I guess I can be your best friend.” I said

“Can you drive me home?” Finn asked

“Yes I can.” I said

I called Quinn to make sure that she was okay

“Hey are you okay. I’m sorry I left I just wanted to make sure Finn calmed down before his anger got him in a car accident.” I said

“No I understand. Yeah I’m fine Rachel was brave enough to do what I needed to do but couldn’t. I just need to do this without men for a while.” Quinn said

“Well if you ever need a muscular lesbian to come over and help or just bring you pickles and cream cheese at any time 24/7 just call me.” I said

“Thank you I’m gonna go to bed now this day and this baby aren’t a good mix.” Quinn said

“Okay well I will see you Saturday!!! I will be the one who’s screaming cheering you guys on.” I said as she hung up

I went to practice with the Crawford Country girls. Which was supposed to only last two hours which would mean I would get home around five but ofcourse we stayed longer a lot longer we practiced til midnight and then I went home and went into my room and saw Santana laying on my bed the same position we had been sleeping in since we got

back together. Her parents were still on their trip. I went and put pajamas on and cuddled into Santana. The next day we woke up at 5:30 am cause Santana had to be at McKinley to leave at 6:00am. I drove her to McKinley with her bags so that she could stay at the hotel and sing. Then I drove to Crawford to get on my bus to watch them perform. Hopefully the Finn blowup didn’t mess up their chances. The bus ride mostly consisted of us practicing the songs that we were gonna sing for our sectionals.

Saturday: Sectionals started at eleven. We arrived at ten and went and sat down there was a large group of seats in front of our group. We sat there for a while until the people in front of us filled in I looked up to see McKinley. They all looked extremely nervous for obvious reasons. I stood up cause I was sitting on the edge of the row because Lucy had booked the tickets wrong. But I didn’t mind I would be getting to sit next to my friends. I just pray that I’m not sat next to Rachel or Puck I would literally rather kill myself. Stupid me Rachel sat right next to me. We were listening to them perform. When I started to recognize the songs the were the same songs that Santana had been singing in her room they were McKinleys set list. There is only one person evil enough to do this the one the only Sue Satan Spawn Sylvester.

“They stole your set list.” I told rachel

“It’s a really popular song.” She said looking at me and then down the row

The girls than came out in wheelchairs and sang proud Mary.

“They stole your set list.” I said looking at everone

Everyone walked out. I looked around none of them knew what to do and Mrs.Pillsbury was freaking out. I got up to make sure that they were okay. When I rounded to corner I saw Artie ramming his chair into the wall and everyone else down.

“Alright, everyone, listen up! I know things seem tough right now. Sure, they stole your set list, and yeah, Sue probably leaked it. But think about this: they had to steal from you because you're that good. You set the standard. You have talent, you have looks, and you have integrity. You are the ones to beat, not the other way around. So let's stop feeling sorry for ourselves and start focusing on what you do best. You can sing circles around those other schools. You could sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' and still knock the judges' socks off. Show them what you're made of. Come together, create a killer new set list, and show everyone why you're the ones they'll remember. Let's do this!" I said

“You know what Y/N. Right we got this.” Rachel said as they all started thinking.

“Thank you.” Mrs.Pillsbury said

"No problem. If my team and I are going to compete at sectionals, I need a group that earned their spot fair and square. Besides, I love them - I might have moved away, but they're like family to me." I said

“Go back to your group before we have to come on.” Mrs.Pillsbury said

I walked back to my seat and sat down.

“What happened?” Will asked running up to Mrs.Pillsbury

“There better now Y/N came out and gave them an inspirational motivational speech. They are making a new set list.” Mrs.Pillsbury said

I sat down and watched the deaf kids sing the rest of The New Directions set list

“And know our finally team McKinley highs New directions.” The announcer said

I saw that they had done it they had changed the set list. I might have gotten to exited and hopeful and Snapped my fingers and said “Let’s go.” In a deep guttural voice that cause Mrs.Pillsbury to look at me and smile knowing that I was just so proud of them.

Rachel started off with a sole singing rain on my parade from Finny girl. She went and sat at the end of aisle on Mrs.Pillsbury chair and sang. The rest of the glee club joined.

“Which one is she?” Nicky whispered in my ear

“You don’t get know okay what happened between you and me was a one time thing. Also it doesn’t matter they all are hotter than you I would rather sleep with the men then sleep with you again.” I whispered back

“It’s the Latina isn’t it. She looks your type black hair, a killer smile, Nice tits.” Nicky whispered back

“I’m trying to watch my friends perform okay so please stop.” I said

Soon Rachel’s song was over and I shoot up out of my seat to give a standing ovation and then sat down to hear everyone else sing a song that I had never heard before. But that was good. I saw Mrs.Pillsbury with tears in her eyes and it wasn’t til Lucy handed me tissues til I realized that I was also crying. I was extremely proud of them. I started dancing in my seat until I realized all my teammates had stood up and were dancing so I stood up with them and clapped along. We stayed standing up giving another standing ovation.

Me and my team went and got some snacks at concessions well the judges decided who was gonna win.

“They were good but we are better we can totally beat any of those teams.” Lucy said

“Yeah and the New directions seemed unpracticed.” Jess said

“Well I think that they did great.” I said

“Yeah you were crying.” Lucy said

“Look the others stole their set list because one of their coaches named sue sylvester gave it away they made that set list in one hour.” I said

We headed in for the award ceremony.

Everyone headed in to get ready for awards.

“In third place Jane Adam’s Academy, and for the moment you have all been waiting for in first place We have McKinley highs New Directions.” The announcer read

“Wow let’s go!!!” I screamed

The next Monday at McKinley Sue got fired as coach of the Cheerios. Will was reinstated as the head of glee club. Will was in the choir room as glee club stood in a C shape

“Well we have something to tell you Mr.Schue. First.” Finn said stepping to the side of the trophy to reveal it

“I am so proud of you guys you won fair and square. The vote was unanimous and the judges didn’t even know about all the shenanigans behind the scenes. So congratulations you earned this. (Everyone clapped) come on give it up alright. But know we have regionals to worry about and you can bet that Vocal adrenaline and The Crawford country girls are hard at work so we should be too. But that doesn’t mean that we don’t support one of our own. Vocal adrenaline won there sectionals last week, We won our this week and at the end of this week we are gonna go support The Crawford country girls. But first let’s get started on regionals.” Mr.Schue said

“Ah wait Mr.Schue there one more thing.” Puck said

“Since you weren’t able to come and be there to see us perform we put together a special number just for you take a seat.” Rachel said

Meanwhile at Crawford

“Okay girls we have sectionals this weekend. Which means we will be doing the tradition of living at the school and committing every waking hour till the end of the week. We have sleeping bags and shower supplies for everyone we asked everyone to bring comfortable clothes to practice in. On t Wednesday we will change into the cowgirl outfits that we will be wearing well we perform. From here on out You will Eat, Sleep, and Breath our set list. Then on Friday we don’t talk we rest our vocal cords.” Jess said

The rest of the week was hell Finally Friday came and we got on the bus and headed to the hotel. The same thing that McKinley had done. When we got to the hotel everyone checked into their bedrooms and I was getting mine ready when I felt a bunch of eyes looking at me and someone wrap their arms around me. I turned around to try to see who it was. It was hope was giving me a hug and the rest of the glee kids were there too.

I pulled out my phone and texted Rachel

I love you all so much!!! You didn’t have to come and watch thank you. Tell everyone that I am not allowed to talk otherwise if anyone in my team sees me I will be thrown in an ice bath. I will talk to you guys tomorrow I promise.

Rachel said exactly why I had texted to everyone as they all responded I shook my head and then walked away. Santana followed and got in the elevator with me.

“What are you doing?” I asked when the elevator doors closed I hadn’t pressed a button yet.

“I thought that you couldn’t talk.” Santana said

“I can’t So what do you want?” I asked

“Nothing I don’t even want you to make a noise. I’m just gonna follow you to your room.” Santana said

All of a sudden the elevator stopped.

“Shit this is just grate!!!” I said as the lights in the elevator went off

Santana slowly without we realizing had slipped her hand into my pants and had inserted a finger inside of me.

“You know we’re not in orange is the black” I said grabbing her hand. Trying to pull out which some how just made it go deeper. I moaned at the feeling of the finger inside of me. As she started thrusting her finger in and out of me. We had more fun well they worked on the elevator. Which both groups were waiting for well we had fun with each other. Soon enough the elevator started moving again. We threw our pants on quickly. As the doors soon opened up to the New Direction and the Country girls.

“Are you two okay?” Schue asked

“Yeah just a bit shaken up.” I said

“Yeah what happened?” Santana asked

“The power cut to the whole hotel.” Jess said

“Okay well we need to go practice for tommorow.” Lucy said

“I thought that we weren’t talking or singing.” I said

“We’re not were practicing the dance moves.” Lucy said

“Okay well bye guys I’ll see you after the performance tomorrow.” I said

“See yeah.” Kurt said

I walked away with county girls to one of the conference rooms.

We practiced til eleven pm and then we finally headed to our rooms. When I got to my room I laid down and bed and went straight to sleep. The next day was performance we were going third against Dalton Academy who was our brother school and Coldwater high school. We went and sat down and watched The Coldwater Cutthroat’s who was going first. We all went for different themes the cutthroats choose Home which you could tell by there songs. (Song 1 Back home again by John Denver, Song 2 Home by daughtry and Song 3 Take me home tonight by Eddie Money. )

There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder

He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky Ten days on the road are barely gone There's a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove It's the light in your eyes that makes him warm

Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again

There's all the news to tell him, how'd you spend your time? What's the latest thing the neighbors say And your mother called last Friday, sunshine made her cry You felt the baby move just yesterday

Hey, it's good to be back home again, yes it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again

Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down Feel your fingers feather soft on me The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way The happiness that livin' with you brings me

It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you It's the little things that make a house a home Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove The light in your eyes that makes me warm

Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again

Hey, it's good to be back home again, you know it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Hey, it's good to be back home again I said, hey, it's good to be back home again

I'm staring out into the night Tryin' to hide the pain I'm going to the place where love And feeling good don't ever cost a thing And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain

Well, I'm going home Back to the place where I belong And where your love has always been enough for me I'm not running from No, I think you got me all wrong I don't regret this life I chose for me But these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home

Well, I'm going home

The miles are getting longer, it seems The closer I get to you I've not always been the best man or friend for you But your love remains true, and I don't know why You always seem to give me another try

So I'm going home Back to the place where I belong And where your love has always been enough for me I'm not running from No, I think you got me all wrong I don't regret this life I chose for me But these places and these faces are getting old

Be careful what you wish for 'Cause you just might get it all You just might get it all And then some you don't want Be careful what you wish for 'Cause you just might get it all You just might get it all, yeah

Well, I'm going home Back to the place where I belong And where your love has always been enough for me I'm not running from No, I think you got me all wrong I don't regret this life I chose for me But these places and these faces are getting old I said these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home

I feel a hunger, it's a hunger That tries to keep a man awake at night Are you the answer? I shouldn't wonder When I can feel you whet my appetite With all the power you're releasing It isn't safe to walk the city streets alone Anticipation is running through me Let's find the keys and turn this engine on

I can feel you breathe I can feel your heart beat faster 

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

I get frightened in all this darkness I get nightmares, I hate to sleep alone I need some company, a guardian angel To keep me warm when the cold winds blow

I can feel you breathe I can feel your heart beat faster

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby Be my little baby, uh-huh

Just like Ronnie sang I said Just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby Baby, my darlin', oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I feel a hunger It's a hunger

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Take me home tonight (Oh, be my darling) I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang (Uh, uh, oh, oh, oh) Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Next up we’re the Warblers who went with a theme of trainwreck ("On My Own" from Les Misérables by Claude-Michel Schönberg, Since you been gone from Kelly Clarkson and rolling in the deep by Adele.”

On my own Pretending he's beside me All alone I walk with him 'til morning Without him I feel his arms around me And when I lose my way I close my eyes And he has found me

In the rain, the pavement shines like silver All the lights are misty in the river In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight And all I see is him and me forever and forever

And I know it's only in my mind That I'm talking to myself and not to him And although I know that he is blind Still I say, there's a way for us

I love him But when the night is over He is gone The river's just a river Without him The world around me changes The trees are bare and everywhere The streets are full of strangers

I love him But every day I'm learning All my life I've only been pretending Without me His world will go on turning A world that's full of happiness That I have never known

I love him I love him I love him But only on my own

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Here's the thing we started off friends It was cool but it was all pretend Yeah yeah Since you've been gone

You dedicated you took the time Wasn't long till I called you mine Yeah yeah Since you've been gone

And all you'd ever hear me say Is how I pictured me with you That's all you'd ever hear me say

But since you've been gone I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you now I get what I want Since you've been gone

How can I put it? You put me on I even fell for that stupid love song Yeah yeah Since you've been gone

How come I'd never hear you say? ?I just wanna be with you? I guess you never felt that way

But since you've been gone I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you now I get, I get what I want Since you've been gone

You had your chance you blew it Out of sight, out of mind Shut your mouth I just can't take it Again and again and again and again

Since you've been gone (Since you've been gone) I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you (Thanks to you) Now I get, I get what I want

I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you (Thanks to you) Now I get (I get) You should know (You should know) That I get, I get what I want Since you've been gone Since you've been gone Since you've been gone

There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear [Clean version:] Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare [Explicit version:] Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare See how I leave with every piece of you Don't underestimate the things that I will do

There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch And it's bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love, they leave me breathless I can't help feeling We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it, to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told But I've heard one on you And I'm gonna make your head burn Think of me in the depths of your despair Make a home down there As mine sure won't be shared

(You're gonna wish you never had met me) The scars of your love remind me of us (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) They keep me thinking that we almost had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) The scars of your love, they leave me breathless (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) I can't help feeling We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it, to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside of your hand But you played it, with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door (woah) Count your blessings to find what you look for (woah) Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (woah) You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow (woah) (You're gonna wish you never had met me) We could have had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) It all, it all, it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me)

But you played it You played it You played it You played it to the beat.

Then we were finally on we had an hour to get our costumes on.

Lucy (Alto)

Jess (Baritone)

Nicky (Tenor)

Me (Bass)

Melody (Beatboxing)

Maria (Saprano)

Everybody

(All the links are to home free songs) (Song 1 Everything will Be okay) watch video pls I can’t write the a cappella parts

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Driving down the road Don't know where I'm going I see your face in every car that passes me by I know it's true There's no way you're knowin' Where this will lead But I can't help but wonder, why don't we just try?

Bum bad doom bu doom boom

All I want to do, is be with you And all I want you to know is I ain't lettin' go All I want to feel is that we've got something real And all I want you to say is everything will be okay Yeah

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Now, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't worried But I told myself that I would never fall again And I'm sure you'll call, but I wish you'd hurry And I'll have your way Darling, you just tell me when will we give in?

All I want to do is be with you And all I want you to know is I ain't lettin' go All I want to feel is that we've got something real And all I want you to say is everything will be okay It'll be okay (Both Nicky and Lucy)

Maybe, baby, we're just crazy, but it may be love

All I want to do is be with you And all I want you to know is I ain't lettin' go All I want to feel is that we've got something real And all I want you to say is everything will be okay

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Everything will be okay It'll be okay I know it'll be okay I know, I know, I know

It's gonna be alright, tonight It's gonna be alright, tonight It's gonna be alright, tonight It's gonna be alright, tonight

I set out on a narrow way many years ago Hoping I would find true love along the broken road But I got lost a time or two Wiped my brow and kept pushing through I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

That every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Yes, He did

I think about the years I spent just passin' through I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you But you just smile and take my hand You've been there, you understand It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Yeah

And now I'm just a-rollin' home Into my lover's arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mm, mm

(I had to make it into a solo to follow the rules but tim is singing the whole time pretty much.)

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low And put some music on that's soft and slow Baby we ain't got no place to go I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long Never felt a feeling quite this strong I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man

There's no hurry Don't you worry We can take our time Come a little closer Let's go over What I had in mind

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low And put some music on that's soft and slow Baby we ain't got no place to go I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long Never felt a feeling quite this strong I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man

Ain't nobody ever love nobody The way that I love you We're alone now You don't know how Long I've wanted to

Lock the door and turn the lights down low And put some music on that's soft and slow Baby we ain't got no place to go I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long Never felt a feeling that was quite this strong I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man

As everyone stood up and gave us a standing ovation we headed off the stage. Everyone went off to the green room. I went off to Find the New directions I saw them standing in the corner talking right outside the theater.

“Oh My God Y/N That was amazing.” Rachel said

“Was it I messed up a couple times. That last note on Your Man was supposed to be lower.” I said

“You can hit lower than that?” Kurt asked

“Yes.” I said fidgeting with my fingers

“Dose it help you if I tell you that for the first time in my life. I am proud to be your sister.” Hope said

I smiled

“Don’t get all happy it will disappear by tonight.” Hope said

“Look no matter what happened nobody could tell and you guys were amazing.” Mr.Schue said

“And secretly we are kinda hoping that you guys lose so that we have a shot at sectionals.” Finn said

“Okay well the awards are starting so go find out.” Mr.Schue said

“Also no matter what happens. We are having a party at my house afterwards.” Santana said

“Okay well I will see y’all in a little bit.” I said

We all went on the stage. The announcer waited as long as they could. I was getting really nervous so I looked for the new directions in the crowd and when I found them my eyes went directly to Santana. She gave me a thumbs up when she saw that I was looking at her.

“Okay we had a lot of talent on the stage today. (The announcer ripped up his paper) you know what let’s get this over with so that we can all go home and sleep. In third place the Warblers.” I watched as their Freshman star soloist went up and got the trophy. “Okay well let make these kids panic a little bit it’s nice weather we’re having outside today you know sunny a couple light sprinklings. Okay for the moment everyone has been waiting for in Second place we have the C ……………………… utthroat’s. That means that your first place champion at this Sectionals this year is Crawford Country.” The announcer said

A sigh of relief came over me as I walked up and grabbed the trophy. I handed it to Jess. We all headed off the stage and back to the green room.

“Hey are you coming to add the trophy to our collection at Crawford?” Jess asked

“I would love too. But i already have plans with some friends who came and watched I need to go find them.” I said walking out and looking for the new directions the second time that day.

“Well here comes our new competition.” Mr.Schue said jokingly

“Look there was two reasons I left we all know one the major one. But you told me not to sing and to sway in the back and let the boys have the low parts. So it’s kinda your fault you have to go up against me.” I said

“Fair. But you better be happy with letting glee getting cancelled because we lose to you.” Mr.Schue said

“Okay enough of this let’s all go celebrate.” Quinn said

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Valhalla- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 14th, 2023

Description: ok i probably wont actually have 20, but my first req: wash x reader (could be during or post freelancer) where they're trying to hide their relationship, but failing miserably

Notes: This entry was recovered as an early draft of the previous entry found here.

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Agent Washington— or Church, as Caboose keeps calling him— is a man of mystery. He is a strong, brave ex-freelancer on the path to redemption. He is the new blue team leader, and a pain in the red’s side. There is no denying, in Tucker’s begrudgened words, that he is fucking awesome. I bet he gets so many ladies, the self proclaimed sword wielding badass had grumbled as he sat in captivity at red base.

One of the red’s few wins since Church’s demise on Sidewinder.

Not that it mattered, Wash single handedly recaptured the man; before being informed that he needed to negotiate the prisoners return and was not, in fact, allowed to just steal him back. That’s what makes it fun, Simmons insisted.

Wash’s ensuing confusion, his brow furrowed and mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words, was the least composed the reds and blues had seen him. In Y/N’s opinion, sitting on the edge of the blue Vallhala base and watching the impromptu truce, it was adorable.

“But… that’s not how war works,” Wash said, voice strained in confusion.

Simmons and Tucker face palmed.

“Ya, but- You know what, it doesn’t matter,” Simmons huffed. “Let’s make a deal, you can steal back captured team mates, if Y/N joins our team.”

“Wait, what? When did I become part of this?”

“Well if Mr. Ex-Freelancer here gets to steal back blues, we need someone to help us take back our guys from them!”

“Sería bueno tener alguien con quien hablar,” Lopez said. (It would be nice to have someone to talk to)

“Lopez is right!” Sarge nodded.

“Oh, esto va a terminar mal.” (Oh, this is going to end poorly)

“We can’t take Y/N-”

“Eso no es lo que dije.” (That is not what I said)

“Because if we did, the blues would be at a disadvantage!”

“You know what,” Wash sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Sarge ignored him, continuing on, “But maybe… we could use her as bait to capture Washington! You know, it’s like those fairytales-”

“I love fairytales!” Donut cheered.

“The knight in shining armor,” Y/N raised a brow and smirked as Sarge stiffened in fear, though he clearly wasn’t deterred as he continued, “saves the princess from the tower!”

Caboose gasped, “Are we playing make believe? I love playing mak-”

“Okay, everyone shut up! I’m sorry for ruining your ga-war. I will no longer steal back team members, now can we please end this conversation?”

“Jeez, what’s got you so cranky? Y/N not suck your dick this morning?”

“Lavernius!” Y/N scolded.

Agent Washington was a man of mystery, a complete badass, and Tucker had never seen the man so flustered before. He was even redder than when he’d switched armor in the freezing cold of Sidewinder; and Sarge had made a few cracks that he should join the red team. 

“I-Wha-wha- That was completely inappropriate!” Wash spluttered. “I-I’m going for a walk.”

He pulled his helmet out from the crook of his arm and yanked it over his head, letting out a faint ow as the force hit him, and starting marching off towards the wall.

None too quietly, Grif announced that everyone should steer clear of that direction for the next few hours.

Wash had just settled against the wall as Y/N approached, splitting off from the reds on the way back to their base. She was out of armor, finding it more comfortable as she healed from her Meta inflicted injuries, letting Wash admire her fond smile. He’d noticed that she smiled more often now…

“When Caboose told me about you,” he started as she came to lean against the wall beside him, “I wasn’t sure what to think. The woman he told me about, Y/N, she didn’t sound like the Agent Michigan I knew.”

He unclipped his helmet and set it down, resting his cheek on his knees as he looked up at her.

“Ya… I guess they kind of rubbed off on me. You probably felt the same way I felt watching you and the Meta work to-” A red spot on the side of Wash’s head caught Y/N’s eye. “Wash move!”

Without hesitation, Wash dropped to his side and rolled away from the wall as a shot went off. Y/N dove into a forward roll, grunting in pain before scrambling behind Wash as he got to his feet.

The reds and blues had come out of their bases by now, looking round for where the shot had come from.

“Well… it’s good to see some things don’t change,” Carolina teased as her camo deactivated and her armor stood out against the gray rocks.

Y/N peaked over Wash’s shoulder as the reds and blues came running over, guns drawn and yelling.

“Carolina?” The two ex-freelancers asked.

She crouched down, paying no mind to the reds and blues that were left discussing amongst themselves.

“I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but I need your help to find the director.”

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Angela’s younger sibling as a civilian

Angela Lopez x sibling!reader

warnings:

a/n: i will not be able to handle the finale of this season

prompt: anonymous: “If you write for Angela from the rookie would headcannons for “what being her civilian sibling would be like” be ok?”

angela is hella protective of you and for good reason

yes, you had 4 older brothers—but she was the one who always stood up for you

especially as kids

“i’m fine, mom, i can handle a few kids calling me names” -you

“the hell you will!” -angela

“you better not let mama hear you talk like that” -you

lowkey tho u would threaten kids with her presence

“my sister will beat your ass!” -you

*children running in fear*

she encourages it actually—she thinks its funny

your brothers definitely tease you for her standing up for you

“you’re gonna have to take care of yourself one day, angela isn’t always going to be there for you” -one of the brothers i cant even remember their character traits and only one has a page on fandom wiki

and one day you all grew up and took different paths, but you and angela stayed close

and through her time at the academy and as a cop, she never stopped worrying about you

i’m talking near-hourly update texts

diabla (angela): are you home yet? let me know when you’re home

y/n: i told you i was home an hour ago

diabla: are you still home?

y/n: yes i am still home

honestly when she started out as a cop she saw some pretty messed up stuff and she never stopped imagining you in those situations, it caused her a lot of anxiety

but you started worrying about her too

you might have downloaded a police scanner app to get every single update you could get your hands on

“hey, just calling to see if you’re okay. i heard that there was a call where shots were fired. call me when you can please” -you on the phone

diabla: im working, i’ll call you later. no, i’m not dead.

literal actual “wellness checks” she is. wow.

if you ever had a bad s/o she definitely has threatened them with violence

oh, and YES she will bring tim into it

tim is your bff lowkey and she hates it

“tim told me you threatened to slap a lawyer in the face today” -you

“how the hell did ti—jackson…” -angela

“they said he was a cute lawyer too” -you

“shut up” -angela

whenever there was a crazy incident (like when the CDC had crazy outbreaks) your ass would be sat tf down at that station no questions asked

you guys would have nights in with music and drinks at least once a month

jackson would try to get info on how to get on her good side whenever you crossed paths

“that’s assuming she’s got a good side, kid” -you

this lawyer guy she threatened to hit then started dating was pretty cool actually (for a lawyer)

and soon enough angela was pregnant and you were ecstatic

“i cant believe it im gonna have a nephew!! or a niece. whatever it is, this is gonna be so fun!” -you

“yeah, you think morning sickness and swollen ankles are fun?” -angela

“hey, that’s not my problem” -you

“wow, thanks” -angela

being “fake protective” to angela when it comes to her pregnancy and/or wesley (you liked bullying him)

“puto” -you, whispering in passing

“what did i do?!” -wesley

you were in their weddinggggg

the one where angela got kidnappedddddd

you put an airtag on her after that (not joking)

oh no you were a nervous wreck when this happened and there was nothing you could do. like when they told you what happened to her they thought you were joking. like no way she got kidnapped and brought to another country by a famous female drug lord to steal her baby

and you were a civilian so all you could do was stay home and have a meltdown

and yeah. you got more and more concerned for her safety after that

“you’re going to be a mom! i just want you to be safe. that situation was so…insane! what the hell was that?!” -you

“that was the job. and i like my job. and im going to keep doing my job so no one else will go through anything like that” -angela

yeah you knew you couldn’t argue with her

not soon after she was asking you to babysit

“maybe i should get you some self defense classes. just in case” -angela

“i dont know how i’ve gone this long without them” -you

you enjoyed taking care of the kiddo. even if he had that lopez attitude

“please, jack, will you stop crying?” -you, pleading with a 6 month old

he did not stop

you were not pleased

family dinners!

“maybe y/n should go into law enforcement” -wesley

“that’s not funny, wesley” -angela

“don’t make me use these karate moves i learned on you” -you

fr you did love wesley its just funny to bully your brother in law

angela needed more nights out. date night and sibling nights

so on sibling nights you made it worthwhile

and you started to get close to nyla and lucy and even celina down the line (and of course tim was still your gossip bestie)

ok this is getting long i hope you liked!!!

taglist: @summersimmerus // @locke-writes //

[ilariyalavorowrites]

White Flag (Part Two)

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Post Divorce healing

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Word count: 2,239 words

Universe: The Pitt

Reader gender: Female

Part 2 of 3

Tagged: @questionably-intelligent69 , @dizzybee03 , @virgomillie , @mrsjosephmazzello & @sus-styles

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You had dared to hope that Robby would be the one to extend the olive branch with a call, hell even a text. You had been the one to initiate contact, under Frankie’s supervision. She had claimed to have a vested interest in her co-worker and friend’s social life. Hell, she had been openly messaging the station’s group chat, dragging the others into the betting pool. The same group chat that you were a part of.

You were never going to live this down. Your phone had been half-inched the moment that you opened a new text thread. Frankie, the ever-chaotic bean had vanished into the depths of the station with her newly acquired prize loudly proclaiming that you couldn’t be trusted to craft such an opening message. She had seen and been forced to witness your attempts at what she couldn’t even deem as actual strides into the dating sphere.

Hell, she had directly told you that you texted much like her abuelita did. There were no clever uses of emojis and everything was perfectly spelt out, checked and rewritten several times before you got around to sending a single message. This coming from a woman several years your junior.

You knew that she was only trying to help, but your mind raced at what the countless possible messages that she might send on your behalf could be. Each steadily grew worse as you mentally ran through the neverending list. Audibly groaned as you entered the communal kitchen, only to find her tucked away in the furthest corner of the seating area furiously typing away.

As you began to close the distance between the two of you, you found yourself staring into the rather smug gaze of one Miss Francesca Lopez as her thumb slid across the screen, briefly hoovering for less than a second before clicking send. You couldn’t believe that she had done that as you reached the counter, only to have her brush past and slide your phone over.

“You can thank me after you get laid” You could not move, only stare down in horror at the phone screen, the message that you have not written, nor would you ever have considered composing that forward of a message to your EX-HUSBAND. You could feel the heat rising, flushing your cheeks a deep shade of red. You could delete the evidence before he had the chance to read it. Yes, time was most likely on your side.

He would be hours deep into his shift, up to his neck in patients. Rushed off his feet, unable to spare even a second to glance at his phone...

DING ---------------------------------------------------He had not expected that! Michael chuckled as he tucked away his phone. Enjoying the moment a fraction of a second longer before he stepped back out into the Pitt. A simple back-and-forth text exchange was nothing out of the ordinary but yet, it all felt a bit new and fresh. Much like it had at the beginning many moons ago.

Back when they were first dating, although at the same time, this felt like he was seeing a different side of her. One borne from all this suffering, one that he had a hand in shaping. It was hard not to feel a tinge of guilt as he pushed open the Doctor’s lounge door and slowly moved back over to his computer. Knowing that Dana’s all-seeing eyes would locate him the moment that he had re-entered the fray.

The linoleum tiles did nothing to disguise the echo of her approach, he turned to face her as he tried to push away the thoughts and memories that were threatening to resurface. ---------------------------------------------------February 2020 

As the front door clicks shut behind him, Michael goes through the motions of stripping off his scrubs, placing them in the laundry basket labelled DIRTY in the entrance hall. The precautions they had taken had been necessary, as he knew that his dear wife was sequestered away in their living room, likely relaxing while she waited for him.

Robby chuckled, as he headed to the bathroom ready to wash off the shift, knowing that there would be a clean set of clothes waiting for him on their bed.

Here he wasn't just a doctor, yet it was hard to alleviate the weight that this pandemic had created across the board for all healthcare workers. She never pressed him to off-load, she was patient and waiting for him to be ready to collect his thoughts and step through that door.

God, how could he have been this lucky? She understood what it was like to be out on the frontline day after day. The wear and tear hadn't yet reached him. He was not ready to give up, Robby would continue to fight the good fight and push back against his invisible enemy and all the complications it could bring.

His patients needed him. He needed her, with a damp towel draped over his shoulders and dressed in a simple cotton t-shirt and jogging bottoms that she had laid out for him. Robby ventured out into the depths of their home, wanting nothing more than to spend the remainder of the day with her, his darling wife. 

The bags under his eye were darker, deeper than before. Dr Adamson had noticed as much with a single all-knowing glance. Although it was hard to ignore the sudden, soft embrace as her arms wrapped around his middle holding him as her lips danced up the slope of his neck. 

This was perfection, this made every moment of his shift worth it. “Welcome home” ---------------------------------------------------“Don’t say it” He huffs as he walks away trying to salvage what little of his good mood was left. The slight hint of a smile was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Dana knew that he would actively try to avoid it, but she wasn’t going to skirt around the issue for a second longer. No one else was going to address the elephant in the room but she would.

Sometimes that man needed more mothering than her own children. It was almost damn near laughable but this reality that they were living in.

“Just be careful. She wasn’t the only one who got hurt last go around, You both did” Dana cautioned, she had been there through it all. She had seen the fallout from the choices that had been made. “She might have shouldered the bulk of it Robby, but you broke your own heart when you filled those papers” 

“I don’t know what you are talking about” There was a real fire behind his words, but who was he trying to convince himself or her? 

Lies Robby pushed down the pain, locking it down in the depths where he refused to go, to face the trauma. He stopped, no more than a few hundred feet away, staring down at the floor, processing her words.

“I’ve got eyes” Dana deadpanned, rolling her eyes as she shook her head, turning back to the task that she left incomplete to engage the proverbial tit-for-tat. She didn’t need to create another reason to add to Gloria’s list. As thoughts of his evolution arose, Pre-Covid Robby had been a different man, smiles would not be few and far between. 

COVID had ground him down to the bone, it had done the same for countless Doctors, Nurses and Healthcare workers but he had changed, such much so that he was now their Sad Boy.  Her daughter would be gleefully smug at her use of Gen-Z lingo, the student was slowly becoming the master.

They could playfully use that nickname but there was god’s honest sadness just behind the surface. His professionalism was threadbare at best, a patched-up mask holding back a flood that would break through eventually. It was only a matter of when. Even a million years ago Dr Collins and Dr Robby had briefly tried dating, the break up hadn’t exploded in their faces with the same intensity as his divorce had, even though it had once been a carefully constructed house of cards before it had come tumbling down.

Post-COVID Robby was a broken shell of a man, even though he wasn’t going to admit it to himself. Dana just wanted to believe that he knew what he was doing, as he cracked open a heart that he had once slammed shut without a moment’s notice.

The changes were subtle at first, small and minor adjustments here and there but over time, they escalated, growing bigger and more visible. Starting with the slowly decreasing amount of text messages, phone calls and even a missed lunch date or two but before long, it was appearances outside of the professional sphere. His wife was known to always be waiting for him at the end of Robby's shift. No matter if she had been working herself that day or not. This had been their ritual, to travel home together and have their little moment of peace.

Until she wasn't waiting anymore, just beyond the doors Dana had justified this as adhering to the policy changes. When Dana had pressed him, Robby had given her a reasonable explanation.

“The night shift is short-staffed, she's picking up a few shifts here and there.” Which was swiftly followed by a wall of silence as days turned into weeks then months. However, Dana could not shake the feeling that as soon as the divorce had been finalised, that the seeds of regret had been planted. Still there had been signs of flowering buds until now, his stubbornness was as legendary as his conviction. 

It had made sense but quickly that began the new normal. With the piling pressures of COVID, the lack of useable medical knowledge and initially viable treatments, her focus had shifted away from the shifting personal relations, until it had almost slipped through the ever-widening cracks.

The daily fights against the higher-ups for even the bare necessities were tireless, worsening as public pressure skyrocketed and the death toll shot up almost hourly. ---------------------------------------------------June 2020 

Dana took a moment to catch her breath, under layers of PPE that as Charge Nurse had fought tooth and nail to ensure that there was enough for all of the staff working on the floor. The pushback had almost been immediate but she had not, nor would not back down, when she knew the risks. Not just for the staff but the families and loved ones who waited on tenterhooks each time they left the safety of their homes.

This virus was taking a toll on everyone, as she watched as another patient was wheeled in on a gurney. Knowing that another would be along shortly. It was an interaction between Dr Robby and the Paramedic that spoke volumes to those who knew who she was.  Dana did, she was her friend but more importantly, she was Dr Robinavitch’s wife. 

This was not common knowledge, She knew, Drs Adamson, Langdon and Collins knew but beyond those trusted few, he was just Dr Robby and she was just another dime-a-dozen paramedic.

To the untrained eye, it was nothing short of a simple, curt conversation but she could almost feel the temperature in the air lower. Cracks were starting to form, as she witnessed him briskly walk away leaving her standing there. COVID was taking a toll on them all but she worried about what this meant going forward.

She had seen their relationship blossom and grow, Dana had stood proudly as they became husband and wife, hell she had even posed in a few choice photos but was she witnessing the fallout, them crashing and burning under the ever-growing pressures of this strange new world. She truly hoped not. ---------------------------------------------------This wasn’t a first date then why did you feel a crippling level of anxiety that was completely out of left field? Why had you straightened out the edge of your top for the third time since arriving less than five minutes ago? You had been just standing outside the front door, unable to convince yourself to go in. If this wasn’t a first date then why did it feel like one?

This was setting you up for a fall if Robby wasn’t on the same page. Hope was a cruel emotion as it allowed the idea of a possible second chance to fester and grow, as it would hurt twice as much if the metaphorical carpet was ripped out from under you. The added layer of rejection to the already painful memories of one of the worst nights of your life would reopen the wounds that you tirelessly sewed back together. There would be no coming back from that as thorns ripped into your heart, cutting you deeper than before.

As you tried to wade through the reeds, struggling with the growing intensity of the convoluted mixed bag of emotions that you were juggling. How could you not feel something for a man who loved so deeply? It was damn near impossible to completely shut those heartfelt feelings out, they could simmer and wane but the sparks could easily be reignited at a moment's notice.

To close the door, to actively let go was another choice. She had to be one to make that decision, but the scale was not yet tipped in that direction. Was closure worth all the potential pain and anguish?

“Hey, I hope you weren’t waiting too long”

[cherryxbooo]

May I please request a fic where the female reader is an FBI agent and former Marine who has a reputation for being tenacious and tough and she runs into the LAPD while working on a case, reuniting with Tim whom she has a passionate history with?

Just like old times

Summary: Y/N, an FBI agent, reunites with her former lover, Tim Bradford, while working on a dangerous case with the LAPD. Their chemistry rekindles, and after the case, their relationship is revealed, sparking curiosity among Tim’s coworkers.

Note: First of all, I want to thank all of you for all the support you showed me on my last few fics. It means a lot, thank you so much 🫶🤞Thank you for your request, I gave it my own little spin so I hope you like it! Enjoy 🤍

Reader x Tim Bradford

Genre: Fluff/tiny bit of angst (if you squint lol)

The police station buzzed with the usual chaos: phones ringing, officers shuffling through files, and the occasional banter to lighten the tension of their work.

But the air shifted when the captain’s door opened, revealing Commander Grey alongside a woman in an impeccably tailored suit.

The first thing people noticed about her wasn’t her striking appearance, though that was undeniable.

It was the way she carried herself; shoulders squared, gaze sharp, exuding an air of authority and control.

It was the look of someone who had seen the worst humanity had to offer and lived to tell the tale.

“Who’s that?” Jackson West muttered to Lucy Chen as they leaned against the edge of their desks.

“No idea,” Lucy replied, narrowing her eyes at the mysterious newcomer. “But she screams FBI.”

Angela Lopez walked up, crossing her arms. “She doesn’t just scream it, she’s it. Look at the badge on her belt.”

“Great,” Lucy said under her breath. “Another suit to look down on us.”

As the whispers spread, Tim Bradford entered the bullpen, his usual brisk and no-nonsense demeanor firmly in place.

His sharp eyes scanned the room, narrowing when he caught sight of the figure beside Grey.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Tim froze mid-step.

It was you.

The last time Tim Bradford had seen you, the two of you had been tangled in a mess of emotions.

It was a heated goodbye neither of you wanted but both knew was necessary.

You had been on the fast track, transitioning from your time in the Marines to the FBI with an ambition he respected but couldn’t keep up with.

He was a police officer with roots too deep to pull up, and your career demanded a level of movement and detachment that didn’t fit into his world.

The chemistry between you had been undeniable, volatile at times, but magnetic.

When you were together, it was like nothing else existed. But the breakup wasn’t ugly; it was bittersweet.

You’d left with mutual respect and more than a little unresolved tension.

And now, years later, you were back.

“Bradford!” Grey’s voice snapped him out of his daze. “I need you for this.”

Tim approached, his expression unreadable, though the quick flicker of surprise in his eyes didn’t escape you.

You tilted your head slightly, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“Sergeant Bradford,” you said smoothly, your voice carrying the same confident edge he remembered.

“Agent Y/L/N,” he replied evenly, his tone giving nothing away.

“Wait,” Lucy whispered loudly to Angela and Jackson, “he knows her?!”

The case was a high-stakes operation that had everyone on edge. For months, the LAPD had been chasing leads on a sprawling human trafficking ring operating across state lines.

The criminals were highly organized, using fake businesses and offshore accounts to cover their tracks, and their connections ran deep, involving corrupt officials and dangerous enforcers.

Every lead the LAPD pursued seemed to hit a dead end. Frustration was mounting, especially for Tim Bradford, whose no-nonsense approach had been tested by the complexity of the operation.

The captain had finally called in a favor with the FBI, hoping a fresh perspective and federal resources could turn the tide.

That’s when they sent you.

When Commander Grey introduced you as the FBI agent assigned to the case, the bullpen had gone silent.

Your reputation had preceded you, not just as a skilled investigator but as a former Marine who was known for your grit and relentless pursuit of justice.

Tim’s coworkers were impressed, though they couldn’t help but notice the palpable tension between you and the sergeant.

“We’ve been tracking this network for years,” you explained during the initial briefing, clicking through a presentation of maps, photos, and suspect profiles.

“They use legitimate businesses,restaurants, shipping companies, as fronts for their operations. They’ve been moving people through LA under the radar, and we believe this city is a critical hub in their network.”

Lucy Chen leaned forward, studying one of the photos. “How are they avoiding detection?”

“Fake documents, forged permits, and insider help,” you said grimly.

“We suspect they have someone on the inside tipping them off. That’s why every move we make has to be airtight.”

Tim, seated at the back of the room, crossed his arms. “And what’s the endgame here? Arrest a few mid-level operatives while the bosses disappear?”

You met his gaze evenly. “The goal is to dismantle the entire network. That means taking down everyone, from the enforcers on the ground to the kingpins running the show.”

The room fell silent, the weight of the task settling over the team.

As the precinct buzzed with the aftermath of the sting operation's success, the atmosphere began to lighten.

Officers filtered out one by one, their weariness mingled with satisfaction.

You were seated at a table with a pile of paperwork, methodically logging the details of the operation, when Tim approached, his face unreadable but his presence grounding.

“Looks like the big bad FBI agent has paperwork too,” he teased, setting down a mug of coffee next to you.

“Don’t think for a second you’re exempt, Bradford,” you shot back, smirking as you gestured toward his own untouched stack of forms.

“Or is LAPD above such mundane tasks?”

“Not a chance,” he quipped, pulling out a chair and settling beside you.

Your easy banter didn’t go unnoticed. Lucy and Angela exchanged a curious glance from across the bullpen, while Jackson leaned closer to Nolan, whispering something that made him grin.

Eventually, Angela couldn’t resist. She sauntered over, her arms crossed and an amused expression on her face.

“So,” Angela began, dragging out the word. “How exactly do you two know each other?”

Tim stiffened slightly, though he didn’t look up from the file he was reviewing.

“Work,” he said curtly, clearly trying to shut down the conversation.

You arched an eyebrow at his abruptness but decided to play along. “We’ve crossed paths before,” you said vaguely, keeping your tone neutral.

Angela wasn’t satisfied. “Crossed paths? That’s it? Because the two of you seem awfully... in sync.”

Lucy, unable to resist joining in, pulled up a chair.

“Yeah, it’s like you’re finishing each other’s sentences out there. Spill. Is this some FBI-Marine/army secret society thing?”

Tim finally glanced up, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “We’ve worked together before. End of story.”

“Oh, come on, Bradford,” Nolan chimed in, grinning. “You can’t just drop breadcrumbs and expect us not to follow.”

You exchanged a glance with Tim, silently communicating whether or not to indulge them.

His slight shake of the head told you all you needed to know: he wasn’t about to open up. Still, you decided to throw them a bone.

“Let’s just say Tim and I have some shared history in... high-stress situations,” you said, your tone deliberately cryptic.

Lucy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, like what? You were partners? Rivals?”

“Or lovers?” Angela added slyly, clearly enjoying Tim’s discomfort.

Tim shot her a sharp look. “Focus on your own love life, Lopez.”

“Oh, relax,” Angela said, waving a hand. “We’re just curious. It’s not every day we see you get along with someone.”

You bit back a laugh, deciding to rescue him. “It’s complicated, okay? And classified.”

That seemed to satisfy them... For now.

They dispersed, though you caught them glancing back occasionally, whispering among themselves.

Tim let out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Classified?” he echoed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re welcome,” you replied with a wink, returning to your paperwork.

Later that evening, when the station was nearly empty, Tim and you were left alone to tie up loose ends.

The earlier teasing lingered in the air, but now it felt like a private joke between the two of you.

“You think they’ll let it go?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.

“Not a chance,” Tim said dryly. “Lopez will probably turn it into a guessing game, and Chen will dig through every detail of my life.”

You chuckled. “They seem like a good group.”

“They are,” Tim admitted, his voice softening. “Annoying, but good.”

There was a brief pause, then he looked at you with a hint of a smile. “Thanks for handling that back there.”

You shrugged. “Part of the job, Bradford. I’ve got your six, remember?”

His expression shifted, something more serious flickering in his eyes. “I know you do. Always have.”

You held his gaze for a moment longer, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket.

Then, with a faint smile, you nudged his stack of paperwork toward him.

“Now finish your reports, Sergeant,” you teased.

The morning after your arrival at the station, you found yourself in the briefing room, surrounded by Tim and his team.

The station buzzed with an energy you hadn’t felt since your days in the Marines.

As a former Marine turned FBI agent, you were used to commanding respect and navigating high-pressure situations.

Today, though, you were walking into a hornet’s nest.

Grey stood at the front of the room, the case details projected on the screen behind him.

“Alright, people, listen up. We’re working with Agent Y/L/N on this one, so I expect full cooperation.”

Your name was enough to draw a few looks, especially after yesterday’s whispers about your connection to Tim.

You stayed professional, though, your expression unreadable as Grey continued.

“The target is Ethan Marlow,” Grey said, gesturing to a mugshot on the screen.

A rugged man with a scar across his cheek and an unmistakable smirk stared back at the room.

“Suspected arms dealer. We’ve been trying to nail him for months, but he’s slippery. Last week, we got a tip that he’s planning a major shipment through the Los Angeles docks.”

You stepped forward, holding a remote to switch slides.

“Marlow’s operation is large, but he’s not untouchable. My team and I have been tracking his movements across state lines, and we believe his associates are using a shell company to smuggle weapons through legitimate cargo shipments.”

Lucy raised her hand. “Why not just hit the docks and seize the cargo?”

“Because Marlow doesn’t work alone,” you replied, flipping to a map that highlighted his network.

“His associates are just as dangerous, and if we spook them, they’ll scatter. We need to cut off the head of the operation. That means Marlow.”

Tim’s eyes flicked to you, his brows furrowing slightly.

He wasn’t used to taking orders from anyone, but he respected competence. And you? You radiated it.

Angela chimed in. “What’s our play?”

You glanced at her, then looked back at the team.

“Marlow’s hosting a private party at a nightclub downtown tonight. It’s our best shot at getting close to him.”

“Undercover?” Nolan asked, leaning forward.

You nodded. “Exactly. We’ve got a cover story and fake identities for two officers. You’ll mingle, gather intel, and plant a tracker on Marlow’s vehicle.”

Tim leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And who’s going in?”

You paused, meeting his gaze directly.

“You and I.”

The room seemed to hold its breath. Tim’s lips quirked into a faint smirk, his demeanor calm despite the weight of your suggestion.

Angela raised an eyebrow. “Well, this just got interesting.”

As the team dispersed to prepare for the operation, you caught up with Tim in the hallway.

The sound of your boots echoed against the tiled floor as you fell into step beside him.

“Was that a problem?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He shrugged. “Nope. Just wondering how you managed to finagle me into this.”

A sly smile curved your lips. “Thought you’d appreciate the chance to dress up.”

Tim chuckled, low and warm. “You’ve got jokes.”

There was a pause as you both walked in companionable silence.

Memories of your past flashed unbidden in your mind, the long nights on stakeouts, the adrenaline-fueled moments of action, and the quieter times, when his touch was all you needed to feel safe.

“Remember the first time we worked together?” you asked softly.

Tim glanced at you, his expression softening. “Yeah. That drug bust in San Diego. You saved my ass.”

“You were pinned down,” you reminded him, smirking. “I didn’t have a choice.”

He shook his head, his voice quieter. “You didn’t hesitate. Not once.”

“It’s what we do,” you said simply, though your heart warmed at the admiration in his voice.

Tim stopped walking, turning to face you. “Y/N... what happened with us... back then—I never really got a chance to explain.”

You held up a hand, cutting him off gently. “Tim, it’s okay. We both had our reasons.”

“But you’re here now,” he said, his voice steady. “That’s what matters.”

For a moment, the unspoken history between you hung in the air, a tangible thread connecting the past to the present.

Then, the sound of a door opening down the hall broke the moment, and you both fell back into step.

Later that evening, you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your earpiece and smoothing out the sleek black dress you’d chosen for the undercover op.

Tim emerged from the adjacent room, his suit perfectly tailored, exuding confidence. His gaze flicked to you, lingering a beat too long.

“Looking good, Agent,” he remarked, his voice teasing but low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You clean up nicely yourself, Bradford,” you replied, adjusting his tie.

As you rode to the nightclub together, the tension in the air was palpable, not the bad kind, but the kind that made your pulse quicken and your senses sharpen.

You exchanged glances, each silently acknowledging the trust you’d built through years of working together.

Inside the club, the operation went off smoothly, at least at first. You and Tim played your parts to perfection, your chemistry undeniable as you mingled with the crowd.

Marlow was sharp, but not sharp enough to see through your cover. It wasn’t until a hiccup in the plan, a sudden appearance of Marlow’s enforcers, that things took a dangerous turn.

The nightclub pulsed with the heavy bass of music, its dim lighting and crowded space creating an almost oppressive atmosphere.

You navigated the sea of people with ease, Tim trailing behind you as you both subtly scanned for your target.

Marlow was seated in a VIP booth, surrounded by his entourage, his laughter echoing through the space.

Tim leaned closer to your ear, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got eyes on him. What’s the play?”

You turned slightly, catching his intense gaze in the neon glow. “I’ll distract him. You plant the tracker.”

His jaw tightened. “You sure about that?”

“Tim,” you said, your tone firm. “I’ve done this a hundred times.”

“That doesn’t mean I like it,” he muttered, but he didn’t argue further.

Adjusting your posture, you approached Marlow’s booth with the confidence of someone who belonged.

His eyes flicked to you immediately, a sly grin spreading across his face as he motioned for you to come closer.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “Who do we have here?”

You gave him a coy smile, slipping into character. “Someone who heard you’re the man to know in this town.”

As you spoke, you felt Tim’s presence nearby, his movements precise as he maneuvered around the booth.

The tension in your shoulders eased slightly, until one of Marlow’s men, a bulky enforcer with a sharp gaze, stood abruptly, his eyes narrowing on Tim.

“Who’s this guy?” the enforcer barked, his voice cutting through the din.

Tim didn’t miss a beat. “Relax. I’m just here to grab a drink.”

The enforcer didn’t look convinced. Marlow waved a hand, his focus still on you. “He’s fine. Sit down.”

Tim used the distraction to slide the tracker beneath the table, his hand steady despite the close proximity of Marlow’s crew.

You kept the conversation light, your laughter carefully timed, your every move calculated to keep the target’s attention on you.

But just as you thought you were in the clear, Marlow’s phone buzzed.

He glanced at it, his expression shifting to one of suspicion. “Excuse me for a moment.”

He stood abruptly, motioning for his men to follow.

Your heart raced as you exchanged a look with Tim, both of you realizing the same thing: something was off.

As Marlow disappeared into a back room, you and Tim quickly regrouped.

“He’s onto us,” Tim said, his voice low but urgent.

“We need to pull out,” you replied, scanning the room for the nearest exit.

Before you could move, one of Marlow’s men appeared, his gun drawn. The tension in the air snapped like a live wire.

Tim stepped in front of you instinctively, his stance protective.

“Easy,” Tim said, his tone calm but authoritative. “We’re just leaving.”

The man didn’t budge, his finger twitching near the trigger. You acted quickly, your Marine instincts kicking in as you disarmed him with a swift, calculated movement.

The gun clattered to the floor, and chaos erupted.

Tim grabbed your hand, pulling you through the panicked crowd as more of Marlow’s men gave chase.

The music and flashing lights blurred into a cacophony of sound and color as you navigated the crowded dance floor, your adrenaline surging.

“Out the back!” Tim shouted, his grip on your hand firm.

You burst through the back exit, the cool night air hitting your skin like a shock.

Tim covered you as you drew your weapon, both of you taking defensive positions as Marlow’s men spilled into the alley.

Shots rang out, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing in the narrow space.

By the time backup arrived, the scene was secured, and Marlow’s operation was compromised.

You stood with Tim in the aftermath, both of you catching your breath as you surveyed the chaos.

“You okay?” Tim asked, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though your hands were still trembling slightly. “You?”

“I’m good,” he said, his eyes lingering on you. “You didn’t have to jump in like that.”

You gave him a wry smile. “What? And let you play hero? Not a chance.”

His lips twitched into a small grin, but the concern in his gaze remained. “You scared the hell out of me back there.”

Before you could respond, Captain Grey approached, his expression a mix of relief and frustration. “Nice work, Agent Y/L/N. But next time, let’s try to avoid a full-blown shootout.”

“Noted,” you said, nodding.

Back at the station, the air surrounded with residual energy from the operation.

As everyone debriefed, Lucy sidled up to Angela, her eyes flicking between you and Tim, who were standing a little too close for professional comfort.

“Okay, what’s the deal with them?” Lucy whispered.

Angela smirked. “I don’t know, but I’m dying to find out.”

Nolan, ever the curious one, joined in. “You think they’ve really worked together before?”

“Obviously,” Angela said, her tone teasing. “But there’s definitely more to it.”

Harper chimed in, her arms crossed as she observed from a distance. “They’ve got history. You can see it.”

As the group speculated, Tim and you shared a glance, both aware of the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

For now, though, you kept your history, and the rekindled spark between you, to yourselves.

Later that evening, after the precinct had quieted down, you and Tim found yourselves in the dimly lit briefing room, both reviewing reports from the operation.

The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, it was thick with unspoken words, lingering tension, and the familiarity of years past.

Tim glanced up from his file, his voice breaking the quiet. “You were incredible out there today.”

You smirked, not looking up from your notes. “I know.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Still as humble as ever, I see.”

Setting your pen down, you met his gaze, your expression softening. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, his tone turning more serious.

“You scared me back there, you know. When that guy pulled the gun.”

“I’ve been in worse situations,” you said with a small shrug, trying to downplay it.

“Doesn’t make it easier to watch,” he replied, his jaw tightening.

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard.

You leaned back in your chair, folding your arms. “Tim, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know the risks.”

“I know you do,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you putting yourself in the line of fire.”

“Funny,” you said, tilting your head. “That’s exactly how I felt about you the last time we worked together.”

He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge how much of the past you were willing to bring up.

Finally, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “And how did that work out for you?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Not great, Bradford. You have a way of making people care whether they want to or not.”

His lips quirked into a faint smile. “Same could be said for you.”

The words hung between you, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid.

A few hours later, after the station had emptied out, Tim offered to drive you back to your temporary FBI accommodations.

The ride was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the space.

“Still driving this beast?” you teased, gesturing to his truck.

He grinned. “Reliable. Like me.”

You snorted. “Debatable.”

As the truck came to a stop outside your building, he shifted in his seat to face you. “Listen, I’ve been thinking…”

“That sounds dangerous,” you quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached for your hand, his touch gentle but firm. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. Not just working with you. You.”

Your breath caught, the sincerity in his eyes nearly undoing you. “Tim…”

“I know we didn’t end things the way we wanted,” he continued, his voice steady but soft. “But seeing you again… it’s like no time has passed. And I can’t ignore it anymore.”

You looked down at your intertwined hands, your heart racing. “Tim, this job… our lives… nothing’s simple.”

“I’m not asking for simple,” he said, his tone resolute. “I’m asking for you. Whatever that looks like.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, raw and honest in a way you weren’t sure you were ready for.

But as you looked at him, his expression equal parts hopeful and vulnerable, you realized that maybe you were.

The next day, you arrived at the station to find Tim waiting for you, two cups of coffee in hand.

He handed you one without a word, his fingers brushing against yours.

The small gesture sent a spark through you, a silent acknowledgment of the conversation you’d had the night before.

As you worked through the details of the case, the team’s curiosity about your relationship with Tim only grew.

Lucy, ever the inquisitive one, cornered you during a quiet moment.

“So,” she began, her tone casual but her eyes sharp. “You and Tim—what’s the story there?”

You smirked, taking a sip of your coffee. “You’ll have to ask him.”

When Lucy relayed this to Angela, Nolan, and Harper, it only fueled their determination.

During a briefing, Nolan couldn’t help but ask outright. “How exactly do you two know each other?”

Tim shot him a look that could wither a cactus. “Not your business, Nolan.”

Angela leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Interesting. Usually, you’re a lot less… protective.”

“Drop it,” Tim said, his tone leaving no room for argument. But the subtle way his eyes flicked to you didn’t go unnoticed.

Later, after the team had dispersed, you found Tim waiting for you by your car.

He leaned against it, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“You okay?” you asked, approaching him.

He nodded, then gestured for you to come closer. When you did, he pulled you into a quick, fierce hug, the suddenness of it catching you off guard.

Not expecting the cold, grumpy Tim Bradford to behave this way.

“What’s that for?” you asked, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Just wanted to,” he said simply, his tone soft.

As you stood there in the quiet of the parking lot, you realized that while the job might be dangerous and the past might be complicated, having Tim by your side made it all feel a little less daunting.

The next morning, you arrived at the station to find Tim already in the war room.

He stood in front of a large board covered with photos, timelines, and maps, his focus intense.

It was a scene you were familiar with, Tim Bradford in full mission mode.

“Morning,” you said, stepping inside with a coffee in hand.

He turned, his expression softening when he saw you. “Morning. Got started early.”

“I can see that.” You handed him a second coffee. “Figured you might need this.”

He took it with a small smile. “You know me too well.”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Old habits die hard.”

The two of you stood side by side, going over the latest developments in the case.

The criminal organization you were tracking was sophisticated, with layers of secrecy and a network of loyal operatives.

It was the kind of operation that required precision, patience, and trust.

“I think they’re using the docks as a secondary drop point,” you said, tapping a location on the map.

“We need to get eyes on it, but we can’t tip them off.”

Tim nodded. “Agreed. Harper and I can run surveillance. You and Nolan can follow up on the warehouse lead.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nolan? You’re pairing me with a rookie?”

“He’s not a rookie anymore,” Tim replied, smirking. “And I trust him.”

“Fine,” you said, pretending to grumble. “But if he slows me down, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

Tim chuckled. “Noted.”

As the day progressed, the rest of the team couldn’t help but notice the easy rapport between you and Tim.

Lucy, always perceptive, leaned over to Angela as the two of you passed by.

“They’re definitely hiding something,” she whispered.

“Obviously,” Angela replied. “But what? They act like they’ve known each other forever.”

Harper, overhearing the conversation, chimed in. “Whatever it is, Tim’s not going to spill. You know how he is.”

“Yeah,” Lucy said, grinning. “But Y/N might be more willing to share.”

The three women exchanged a conspiratorial look before following you into the bullpen.

“So,” Lucy began, leaning casually against a desk. “How’s working with Tim treating you?”

You glanced up from your notes, arching an eyebrow. “Fine. Why?”

“No reason,” she said, feigning innocence. “Just curious. You two seem... close.”

“We’ve worked together before,” you said simply, refusing to elaborate.

Angela smirked. “And how did that go?”

“About as well as you’d expect,” you replied, your tone even.

Their curiosity only grew, but before they could press further, Tim appeared, his presence effectively ending the conversation.

He shot you a look as if to ask if you were okay. You gave him a subtle nod, and he relaxed.

Later that evening, the team gathered to finalize the operational plan. The stakes were high, if the operation failed, it could mean months of lost work and the possibility of the suspects disappearing altogether.

“The docks are our best shot,” Harper said, her tone firm. “But we need solid backup. These guys won’t go down without a fight.”

“I’ll take point,” you said without hesitation.

Tim frowned. “No way. It’s too risky.”

You met his gaze, your expression unwavering. “I can handle it.”

“I know you can,” he said, his voice quieter. “But I’m not letting you go in alone.”

The room fell silent as the tension between you and Tim became palpable.

The rest of the team exchanged glances but didn’t intervene.

“Fine,” you said finally. “But don’t slow me down.”

Tim’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The docks were dark and quiet, the salty breeze carrying a faint hint of diesel and seaweed.

You and Tim crouched behind a stack of shipping containers, eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement.

The operation had reached its climax, and you were at the forefront of the action.

“I count three guards near the north entrance,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of machinery.

Tim nodded, his gaze sharp. “Two more near the warehouse entrance. Harper’s team is covering the perimeter.”

You adjusted your earpiece, your heart steady despite the tension. This wasn’t your first high-stakes operation, and you knew it wouldn’t be your last.

But there was something different about this one. Working alongside Tim brought a layer of intensity and focus you hadn’t felt in years.

“On my signal,” Tim said, his voice calm but authoritative. “We take out the guards at the north entrance first. Quietly.”

You nodded, your fingers tightening around your weapon. “Got it.”

As the seconds ticked by, you felt Tim shift closer to you. His shoulder brushed against yours, a subtle reminder that he had your back.

Despite the danger, his presence was grounding, a steady force in the chaos.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice low.

“Always,” you replied, a small smirk playing on your lips.

The operation moved quickly. You and Tim approached the guards with practiced precision, each movement coordinated and silent.

When the first guard turned, you stepped forward, delivering a swift and calculated blow that sent him crumpling to the ground.

Tim handled the second guard with equal efficiency, his movements smooth and controlled.

“Clear,” you whispered, signaling to the rest of the team.

From the earpiece, Harper’s voice came through. “Perimeter’s secure. We’re moving in.”

You and Tim pressed forward, making your way toward the warehouse.

The massive structure loomed ahead, its rusted exterior illuminated by flickering floodlights.

Inside, you knew the operation’s ringleader was waiting, along with the final pieces of evidence needed to bring the entire organization down.

As you reached the entrance, Tim glanced at you, his expression serious. “You good?”

You gave him a confident nod. “Let’s finish this.”

The air inside the warehouse was heavy with the scent of oil and metal.

Stacks of crates and pallets created a labyrinth of narrow pathways, each one more precarious than the last.

You and Tim moved silently, your weapons at the ready.

“Two o’clock,” Tim murmured, gesturing toward a shadowy figure near the back of the room.

You nodded, signaling that you’d cover him. Tim moved ahead, his steps deliberate and soundless.

He closed the distance to the suspect with remarkable speed, subduing him before he had a chance to react.

But just as the suspect hit the ground, the room erupted in chaos.

Another figure appeared, shouting a warning that sent the rest of the criminals scrambling.

“Contact!” you shouted into your earpiece, diving behind a stack of crates as gunfire erupted.

Tim dropped beside you, his expression tight. “We’ve got to neutralize them before they make a run for it.”

“On it,” you said, your adrenaline surging.

The two of you moved as a unit, covering each other as you advanced through the warehouse.

You took down one suspect after another, your training and instincts kicking in with precision.

Tim’s presence beside you was a constant, his sharp commands and quick reflexes ensuring that you were always one step ahead of the danger.

As the chaos subsided, you found yourself face-to-face with the ringleader.

He stood in the center of the room, a smug grin on his face as he held a gun pointed in your direction.

“Drop it,” you ordered, your voice cold and commanding.

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t scare me.”

“You should be scared,” Tim said, stepping beside you. His tone was low and menacing, his weapon trained on the suspect.

For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, the suspect lunged toward a nearby crate. But he didn’t get far.

In a flash, you and Tim fired simultaneously, your shots hitting their mark with precision.

The suspect crumpled to the ground, his weapon clattering harmlessly to the floor.

“Clear,” Tim said, his voice steady.

You nodded, lowering your weapon. The adrenaline began to ebb, leaving you with a sense of relief and satisfaction.

“Nice shot,” you said, glancing at Tim.

“Right back at you,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As the rest of the team secured the scene and processed the suspects, you and Tim stepped outside to catch your breath.

The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the stifling heat of the warehouse.

“That was intense,” you said, leaning against a nearby railing.

Tim chuckled, shaking his head. “Just another day at the office.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile crept onto your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re reckless,” he shot back, his tone teasing. “But I guess that’s why we make a good team.”

The banter felt easy and familiar, a reminder of the connection you shared.

As the night wore on, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the chance to work alongside Tim again, even if it meant navigating the complexities of your past and present.

But one thing was clear: together, you were a force to be reckoned with.

After the successful operation, the precinct was buzzing with activity. Arrests had been made, evidence was secured, and the team was riding the high of a job well done.

You and Tim lingered in the bullpen, going over the final report. The room had emptied out, leaving the two of you alone.

Repeating the same praises and compliments to each other.

“You were amazing out there,” Tim said, his voice low.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you replied, smirking.

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “So, what now? Back to the FBI?”

“For now,” you said. “But I’m sure our paths will cross again.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said, his gaze steady.

There was a beat of silence before he added, “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever worked with anyone like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment?”

“Definitely,” he said, his tone warm.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment before he reached out, his hand brushing against yours.

It was a small gesture, but it carried a weight of unspoken feelings.

“Y/N,” he said softly,

“I know we’ve been dancing around this, but... I’ve missed having you in my life. Not just as a partner. As you.”

Your breath caught, his words sinking in. “Tim, I—”

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate.

It was a moment of clarity, the past and present colliding in a way that felt inevitable.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “Tell me this isn’t just me.”

“It’s not,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. “It never has been.”

While the road ahead wasn’t without its challenges, one thing was clear: together, you were unstoppable.

The next day, you found yourself back at the LAPD station, but there was an odd tension in the air.

You had already wrapped up your part of the case, and you were supposed to head back to the FBI, but something kept pulling you back to this familiar place, and to Tim.

As you entered the station, you couldn’t help but notice the curious glances from his coworkers.

You tried to brush it off, but the whispers had already begun. You knew exactly why. The mission was over, so why were you still here?

Nolan, Angela, and Lucy were at their desks, exchanging amused looks as they watched you walk by.

Their curiosity was palpable, but they hadn’t dared to say anything, yet.

Tim sat at his desk in the busy LAPD station, sorting through a pile of paperwork.

The usual hum of phones ringing, conversations about cases, and the sound of boots echoing in the hallway filled the air.

But none of it seemed to matter. Not when his mind kept drifting back to her.

Y/N.

You had been on his mind ever since their time together last night. The way your smile made his heart skip a beat, the way your laughter felt like a melody to him, everything about you seemed to ground him, even when the world was chaos.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching his desk.

He looked up, and there she was: Y/N. His chest tightened at the sight of her, and a smile spread across his face almost instantly.

You were standing in front of him, hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking at him with a soft but knowing smile.

You didn’t say anything at first, just took in the sight of him with those warm, familiar eyes.

"Hey," Tim said, his voice low and filled with affection, as if the word itself held a thousand meanings.

He stood up, his gaze softening when their eyes met.

Your smile grew, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. You were always struck by how effortlessly he seemed to make everything feel right, even on the busiest of days.

"Hey, yourself," you replied, your voice sweet, with a hint of playfulness.

Tim’s hand reached out instinctively, his fingers brushing against yours.

The simple touch sent a spark through both of us. It was as if the world faded away, leaving just the two of us standing in this quiet, intimate moment.

"You’re here early," Tim commented, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand as you stood there together.

"I wanted to see you," you admitted, your voice a little softer than usual, a hint of shyness lacing your words. "I missed you."

His heart thudded in his chest, and without thinking, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

You melted into him almost immediately, your head resting on his chest.

Tim closed his eyes, the familiar scent of your perfume making him feel like everything was in place.

"I missed you too," he murmured against your hair. The words were simple, but they held so much weight.

He felt the warmth of you in his arms, and it made the stresses of the day feel like nothing.

You tilted your head back slightly to look up at him. His face was inches from yours, and you could feel his breath against your skin.

You loved how close you both were. There was something about being in his arms that made everything seem okay, no matter what was happening around us.

Tim’s hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

"I am now," you replied with a small smile, your hand resting over his where it gently held your face. "Just needed to see you."

Your heart raced at the way he looked at you, so open, so trusting. He leaned down, his lips grazing yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

It was tender, soft, like the kiss had all the time in the world.

When you pulled away, Tim let out a quiet sigh, his forehead resting against yours.

"I don’t want to let go," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

"You don’t have to," you whispered back, your arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close.

Tim smiled, the corners of his lips curling up in a way that only you could make happen. "Good," he said, his voice low and full of affection.

He kissed you again, this time deeper, the kiss filled with a hunger that had been building ever since you'd parted ways the night before.

You both broke away a few moments later, your faces flushed, breaths heavy.

Tim pressed his forehead against yours again, as if trying to ground himself in the moment.

"You’re everything to me," he whispered, the words sincere and full of emotion.

It was rare saying the Tim Bradford like this, all soft. But it was the best thing you've witnessed and you wouldn't change it for anything.

You closed your eyes, your hands gently brushing through his hair.

"And you’re everything to me," you said, your voice soft but filled with so much love.

The moment stretched on, neither of you wanting to move away, to break the peace that had settled between you.

You were lost in your own world, the chaos of the station and the responsibilities of your lives fading into the background.

It was just the two of you, connected, in your own little bubble.

Finally, Tim pulled back slightly, still holding you close. He smiled at you with a softness in his eyes that only you had the power to draw out.

"I’m glad you’re here," he said, his voice a little rough from the intensity of your shared moment.

"I’m glad too," you replied, your fingers tracing small patterns across his chest. "I’m not going anywhere this time."

Tim’s heart swelled with warmth at your words. He leaned down to press a final kiss to your lips, slow and tender.

It wasn’t about passion this time, it was about the connection you had, the unspoken understanding between you.

As you broke the kiss, you smiled up at him. "I guess I should probably let you get back to work," you said, a playful glint in your eyes.

Tim chuckled, but there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Yeah," he agreed, his thumb brushing over your cheek one more time. "But I don’t want to let go of you."

"Then don’t," you said softly, your voice filled with a quiet promise.

"Do you think the others suspected anything?"

"Oh definitely."

Meanwhile, the others were spying on both of you, their curiosity getting the best of them.

His coworkers froze, watching in disbelief through the glass window as Tim, usually stoic and reserved, wrapped his arms around you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, my God,” Lucy muttered under her breath, eyes wide. “Is that...?”

“I think that’s Y/N,” Nolan said, his voice trailing off as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Bradford,” Lucy called out from far, unable to keep her curiosity in check. Storming into his office with the others close behind.

“Since when do you get all... affectionate?”

Tim glanced at them, his usual tough exterior slipping for a brief moment. He didn’t say anything at first, just held you there, savoring the moment.

You, however, were more than willing to answer their questions.

“You all have a lot of questions, don’t you?” you asked with a playful smile, glancing at Tim before meeting the others’ eyes.

Angela raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “We’ve never seen you like this, Tim. And you’ve been so secretive about everything. Who’s this?”

You looked up at Tim, the quiet understanding between you two enough to convey everything they needed to know.

“She’s my girlfriend, so I can do whatever I want.” Tim finally said, his voice firm, as if to silence any further questioning.

He didn’t give them much to go on but the simple truth.

The room went silent.

“Your girlfriend?” Jackson asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Since when?”

Tim shrugged. “Not too long ago." Tim didn't want them to directly know that the two of you had just gotten back together.

“Not too long ago?” Lucy said, her jaw dropping. “And none of us knew? How... how is that even possible?”

Tim simply glanced at you with a soft smile, giving you the space to add something if you wanted.

You cleared your throat, still not entirely used to the attention.

“We’re private,” you said, your voice gentle but steady. “I’m not here for attention. Just... helping out with the case.”

Angela, ever the inquisitive one, tilted her head. “But you’re an FBI agent, right? What’s the deal with you two?”

You shared a glance with Tim before speaking, your tone calm and honest.

“We’ve known each other for a while. Tim and I have a history... and we’ve kept things private for a reason.”

Tim stepped in then, his expression soft but serious. “This is a personal matter. We’re not ready to share all the details. But Y/N means a lot to me, and that’s all that matters.”

The others nodded, though they still seemed a little stunned by the revelation.

After a brief pause, Jackson chuckled. “I guess that explains the... intimate moment earlier.”

Tim shot him a look, and you laughed, nudging Tim’s side playfully.

“Don’t worry,” you said, “We’ll make sure to keep it professional here. But the personal stuff? That’s ours.”

The others shared a mix of understanding and disbelief, their questions lingering in the air.

But before anyone could press further, you gave Tim a final, sweet smile.

“I should get going,” you said, your hand resting lightly on his chest. “I have work to do. But we’ll talk more later.”

As you turned to leave, Lucy caught your arm, her tone softer now, almost teasing.

“Hey, you’re always welcome to come by. It’s nice seeing Tim... happy. Maybe next time we’ll get to know you better, huh?”

You grinned, nodding. “Next time.”

With that, you left the station, feeling the eyes of Tim’s coworkers on you, but not in a bad way, just a little curious.

Back at your car, you smiled to yourself, the warmth from Tim’s touch still lingering on your skin.

You couldn’t deny it, everything was changing. But you knew you had Tim by your side, and that made it all feel right.

That evening, Tim greeted you at the door with a soft smile and a tight embrace.

You both had a quiet dinner together, sitting at the small kitchen table as you talked about your day.

“Thanks for letting me steal you away today,” Tim said, his fingers brushing yours as he handed you a glass of wine.

“Anytime,” you replied, your voice soft. “I love being around you, Tim. It feels like... everything falls into place when I’m with you. Just like old times.”

Tim leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Me too, Y/N. I couldn’t imagine my life without you now.”

The conversation flowed easily, and the quiet moments between you both were more than enough to make everything feel complete.

As you both relaxed into the evening, you knew this was just the beginning of something bigger, something that felt right.

And in the silence of your shared space, surrounded by love and the soft rhythm of each other’s breathing, you knew you’d navigate whatever came next together.

The end

[easy-there-leftovers]

Magnum Opus (Prologue)

When an MIT prodigy on their gap year is contacted by the FBI regarding potential involvement in a series of murders in Washington D.C., she must now cooperate to uncover how paintings are mysteriously appearing at the crime scenes. (Written with Season 1-4 Spencer in mind, but the timeline could be anywhere pre-season 12. No mentions of past cases)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Artist! reader|cw: Canon-typical violence|word count: 700 words

Notes: I made up a bunch of chemicals and their chemical properties up so shhhh!! Also, I'm not American, I have no contextual understanding of the distance of one place to another. The US is large enough.

Also on Ao3!!

Series Masterlist

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"Muses are the silent artists of our souls, whispering inspiration into the canvas of our thoughts, painting the colors of creativity with the brushstrokes of imagination." - Author Unknown.

“Seven months ago, one freelance architect named James Carter aged 42 was murdered in his own home in Newton Massachusetts. The victim was posed like the painting placed at the foot of his own couch. All forms of ID on him were missing.” 

JJ made her way from the map inside the meeting room to the screen to present pictures of the crime scene. All other agents made their way inside, with Garcia jotting down notes, as they listened and took their respective places.

“Four months after that, indie artist Daniel Lopez, aged 25, was also found dead in her apartment with another painting and missing ID. Posed just like the girl in it too. Autopsy revealed similar entry and exit wounds through the chest.” 

Images of the victims’ wounds that have already been cleaned up were exposed to the camera. Wounds that could’ve been missed if investigations weren’t conducted made themselves notable as Emily and Spencer opened up their files.

“Ballistics?” 

JJ shook her head at Morgan's question. “No bullets were found.”

“The unsub probably killed them somewhere secluded, then placed them back in their home.” Emily looked to Spencer, only to see him already getting up towards the screen.

“Look at the way they’re dressed. Clothes fitted like that aren’t meant to be worn without the intention of meeting someone.”  Spencer motioned to their clothes. “They didn’t plan to go just anywhere looking like that.”

“Yeah, well neither did this man.” JJ then presented a picture of another victim, another male, another painting, posed in another home. She then turned to redress the rest of the team. “Found yesterday with similar signatures. The only difference is that he was actually staged in a vacant apartment. Everything in there was left by the previous owners. Still no ID on him.”

The resident team genius furrowed his eyebrows at the information, turning to see what the others thought. “Kills both males and females…”

“Victims were found with their clothes on. Dressed to impress but no signs of torture, no experimentation,” Hotch lifted the pictures nearer to his face. “Doesn’t look like he’s interested in either.”

“A serial killer with no sexual preference?” Emily raised her brow at that.

“Wouldn’t be the first.” Spencer replied, looking closer at the paintings in his own file. “Although the subjects in the paintings look exactly like the victims they’re placed on. It brings up the question of which one came first, the person depicted in the painting, or the painting itself…”

“Says here forensics found no prints anywhere but did find traces of  5…dur– durasta—”

“Penta-durastalene. Also known as ‘Lunacite.’” Spencer corrected Rossi.

“Actually, this synthetic compound is a little on the newer side, a compound that was originally developed by an MIT student for their dissertation in the Chemical Engineering program. I tried figuring out what the naming convention she used was but she didn’t give an explanation on that part. I assumed it could’ve been one out of a number of references, ranging from an anagram of—”

“How new are we talking?” Hotch interrupted, but deeply thankful that someone on the team seemed to have a lead.

“13 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days new. But it’s weird.” Spencer punctuates his statement by flicking through the papers. 

“The compound shouldn’t be commercially available anywhere and it’s meant to make other materials resistant to corrosion. No one should be using it in paint, let alone processing it.” The team let his words ring in their head before Hotch broke the silence.

“Garcia, look for MIT graduates who have worked with Lunacite and a background in fine arts.”

“Already way ahead of you chief, and deliciously, only one name fits the bill in every angle you can have it.” Their tech analyst who had been typing away then placed her laptop pointedly and turned it onto the round table for everyone to see. Everyone leans forward, but the BAU’s resident pretty boy is the one who says the name out loud.

“Y/N L/N.” On the screen is a put-together picture of you on various digital scans of your passport, driver’s license, doctoral degrees in Chemical Engineering and Anthropology, and undergrad degrees in both Philosophy and Sociology.

“Watch out, pretty boy. You may have just found your match.” Morgan’s comment is greeted with a few snickers, much to Spencer’s dismay.

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[idontplaytrack]

Anyone character you want x reader

Reader is having a rough time at home(which happens often but isn’t constant) and is struggling with a pile up of school work so they really don’t want to be home for thanksgiving break

(I need comfort please fluff)

(Reader can regress if you feel like that’s the vibe)

(I feel bleh and need fictional character love)

Everything I Wanted

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, messy home life, angst, fluff

As long as I'm here

no one can hurt you

You shoved as much as you could into your backpack and quickly left while your parents were busy in the kitchen. Busy arguing. Fighting the urge to give in to the tears, you stumbled out of the house before they could stop you. You briskly walked away your street then stopped at a light, feeling your phone in the pocket of your jeans. You looked both ways before you crossed the street, just like you knew to do. To be safe. Then, you stopped again, trying to remember where to go. Trying to remember how to get there. Jos had taught you how to get to her house, you just needed to calmly think and reach her before someone at home realises you were gone.

“After crossing the street, walk to the end and you’ll see the playground. Then, you’ll turn this way to your right.”

Or was it the left?

No, it was your right. Yeah, you were sure.

“Cross the street again, and walk to the end. You’ll see my house.”

You wiped your clammy hands on your jeans and pressed the doorbell. You waited for a little bit, then someone opened the door for you. “Can I come in?” You asked quietly. “Of course you can.” He quickly stepped aside to let you enter. Mumbling a quick thank-you, Jos’ voice was what you heard first when you walked in. She was helping her mom in the kitchen until she saw you. Then, she came up to you to greet you, before Rob could ask you anything. Luckily. “Hi, babe. You okay?”

The nervous look on your face returned, it was like she’d just asked you the toughest question you’ve ever heard. Like you were back on the streets several minutes ago trying to figure out how to get to her house.

“No…?” You managed.

Jos quickly excused herself from the living area and took you to her room with the door closed. She took your backpack from you and put it on her bed, the weight of it told her that something was going on at home. Jos hugs you without being asked, rubbing your back and kissing you on the cheek. “You’re okay.”

“No, I’m not.” You mumbled.

“And that’s alright, too. But you’re safe here, y/n.” She assured, “I promise.”

“Okay.” You answered and broke away from the hug to sit down on her bed. Nervously, you picked at your nails, a soft sigh falling from your lips.

“You hungry?”

You shook your head, avoiding her eyes. She squatted down and then wound up kneeling before you so that she could see your eyes. “Baby.” She held onto your hands, brushing over your knuckles.

You shook your head more vigorously, like you were trying to get rid of the tears forming in your eyes. What eventually came out was a whine, then you just burst into tears. And it was unlike you to do that, unless…unless you were regressed. Jos knew your triggers. Very clearly. Usually, there was this one thing that made you slip into this headspace. “Come here.” She whispered, “C’mere, baby.” Jos helped you into her lap, where she cradled you while you cried. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.” She said every now and then, rubbing your back as she rocked you a little bit.

“I don’t like —” You hiccuped, “I don’t like home.”

“You can stay here.” She stroked your cheek, “You can stay here, alright? You don’t have to go home.”

“Alwight.” You sniffled, replying shakily. “I sorry.”

Jos picks up on little things like these, your sentences getting less and less well-strung together, the way you pronounced some words. That’s the way she figures out how she should take care of you. “It’s not your fault.”

“It’s not?” You sniffed, choking on a sob.

“It’s not.” She repeated.

You stopped crying after a few minutes, trying to calm down your breathing. Jos was knowingly rubbing your back, repeating words of assurances to you while you stayed mostly silent— other than the occasional sniffling.

“Hey.” She says, breaking the silence, a hand on your cheek, “I got you something that I think you might like.”

You didn’t say anything, just looked at her for a second, curious. “I got you a few things.” She smiled, “Colouring books, and a new stuffy.”

The corners of your lips finally tug into a smile.

“You want me to go get them?” She asked. You nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay.” She mirrors your smile, “Sit right here and wait for me. I’ll just be a second.” Jos walked over to her desk, pulling open a drawer to retrieve the two books and the box of crayons. Then, she picked up the new stuffed toy from her desk chair.

“It’s a peanut.” You giggled, laying on your stomach while you waited.

“It is.” She chuckled, handing the stuffed toy to you.

“Thank you.” You grinned, she sat down next to you, laying the two books on the floor— one Paw Patrol and the other, Bluey. You opened up the box of crayons in anticipation. “Wanna colour?”

“Mhm, yes please.”

“Which one, baby?” She nudged. You immediately went for the Bluey book grabbed a crayon to start colouring, Jos took a crayon too, then began to colour the fence on the colour page.

“You like the peanut?” She asks.

“I doooo.” You giggled, thoroughly amused before you poked the toy, “It looks silly.”

Jos smiled, ruffling with your hair, “It does, huh? Ooh, that looks really nice.”

“Thank you.” You quiet down, softly replying.

“D’you wanna eat dinner downstairs?”

You usually didn’t if her siblings were home. You didn’t want to be seen by them when you were regressed. Her parents though, you were okay with it because you knew that they understood. It was just harder to explain to Izzie, but especially Matt.

“I’ll bring it up for you, baby.” She held your face by the chin and squished your cheeks, making you give her a cheeky smile that she loved so much. You nodded, then you both resumed colouring until Margot came up to tell Jos that dinner was ready. She said hi to you, and you just waved. She knew.

“Can you help me?” You spoke up, “I bring my school homework.”

“Of course, lovey. Not now, though. Let’s just play for now, how about that?”

You hummed, giving her a quick nod and swiftly returning to your fun task instead of worrying about what would make you feel more upset.

Jos joined her family downstairs for dinner, but not before she got you completely settled down and made sure you were going to be okay. “Okay.” She kissed the top of your head, “All good?”

You nodded happily. She’d helped you set up this little foldable bed table so you could properly sit and eat— not forgetting the iPad so you could watch your cartoons at the same time.

“I’ll be right downstairs, but I won’t be too long, okay, baby?”

Dinner went by in the blink of an eye, with you being engrossed in whatever was playing on your iPad, you had no trouble eating.

“Alrighty, ready for bed? Wanna snuggle?”

You chuckled, “Yeah.”

“Gonna bring this downstairs, one second. You wanna pick out which friend you wanna cuddle with tonight?”

“Okay.” You walked over to a chest and opened it while she left the room to bring your plate and cutlery to the kitchen.

After picking out a stuffed toy for the night, you were laying in the middle of her bed, staring at the ceiling while you patiently waited for her to come back. “Let’s brush our teeth, sweetie.” You got up and followed her into the bathroom next to her room. The bedtime routine took place in silence, then you were in her arms again and the chosen toy was squished between you and her. You didn’t mind it though, you were happy to be held like this by Jos. She really cared about you.

The next day, you and Jos stayed home from school. The both of you did everything together: from making breakfast to playing dress up. Jos made sure you didn’t have a single thing to worry about, like always. When you were with her, the world as you knew it, ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered more to her than seeing your joy. Nothing else mattered more to her than letting you know you were loved, so loved.

Here she looked at you, watching your favourite cartoon on her iPad, not a care in the world. She smiled, stroking your head. You glanced at her for a moment, “What?” You asked innocently.

“Nothing, baby. Just…happy to see you.” Jos smiled at the end of her sentence.

You chuckled softly, mirroring her smile.

“Never lose that smile of yours, y/n.” Jos licked her lips, scooting closer to the space next to you. You reflexively snuggled up with her, she just wrapped her arms around you instantly. “Oh, I love you so much, sweetie.”

You said back with a grin, “I love you too, Josie.”

🏷️Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💭A/N:

Here you go, anon! Sorry it took awhile, tried to get it done asap🥲

[bxeckersz]

Instagram posts! female reader x Paige bueckers

summary: instagram posts from paiges gf, Mckenzie

(js thought abt this idk there will be a pt 2 or more bc tumblr only allows 10 photos per post)

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@kenzielopezz

𝐋𝐢����𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: paigebueckers, and 70.4k more

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Beach date w my favorite girl 💗. @paigebueckers

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 :

@paigebueckers: I love you for ever and ever 💗🤞

^@kenzielopezz replied: love you too 🤍🥹

@kamoreaarnold: you guys are so cute 🥹

^@kenzielopezz replied: thanks kk 💗💗

@paigefan1: wake up everyone new paige content just dropped

@azzi35: cutest couple award 🤍

^@kenzielopezz replied: love you az🥹💗

@mckenzielopezfan1: i dont know if i wanna be paige dating kenzie or kenzie dating paige tbh

^𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

𝐓𝐀𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

@kenzielopezz

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: paigebueckers, and 60.9k more

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Nika get uuppp!! she always sleeping 😒 @nika.muhl

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

@azzi35: nika is gonna killl you for this

^@kenzielopezz replied: shiver me timbers 🥶

^@kamoreaarnold replied: LMAOO kenzie your my spirit animal fr

^𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

@nika.muhl: MCKENZIE GRACE LOPEZ. YOU HAVE 5 HOURS TO DELETE THIS FR.

^@kenzielopezz replied: dang why you gotta put my full name 😒😒

^@paigebueckers replied: right why you gotta out her full name 😒😒

^𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

@aubrey.griffin44: Nik get uuppp!! 😭😂

^@kenzielopezz replied: Frr!!! get uupp!!

𝐓𝐀𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

@kenzielopezz

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: uconnwbb, and 100.9k more

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: life w da huskies 💙 @paigebueckers @nika.muhl @kamoreaarnold @icebrady @aubrey.griffin44 @carolineducharme @azzi35

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

@paigebueckers: 💙💙

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

@paigefan1: omg the picture of paige and dreww 🥹💙

@aubrey.griffin44: 💙 life been good

@nikamuhlfan2: the picture of paige and nika 🥹.

@azzi35: bleed blue💙

𝐓𝐀𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

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