katherinezeetajones

[katherinezeetajones]

Dating Tory Nichols would include —

Pairing: Tory Nichols x fem!Reader

Includes: Mentions of sex, Grumpy x sunshine—type trope, Terry being an asshole and a lot of fluff overall .

A/n: This is quite a long headcanon and I definitely got carried away, however she deserves much better--even with the anger issues 🙂)

The first time you moved to the valley, you became no stranger to the name ‘cobra kai’. It was everywhere honestly which you found weird but didn't pay attention mostly.

You were obliged to join Miyagi—do as more of a courtesy considering your parents and Daniel Larusso went back long time.

Quickly bonding with Samantha Larusso and the rest of the friends circle with ease.

Many warned you about the infamous Tory Nichols numerous times on your first day in school.

When Tory saw you for the first time, she just knew she had to talk to you.

You were apprehensive at first, knowing what she could be like but after a couple of tries from her, you decided to give her a chance.

Which eventually turned out to be one of the best decisions in your life.

Tory wasn't at all like how your friends described her to be. She was kind at heart, a bit unclear but strong headed and fierce. Bits by bits the more you unraveled her, the harder it becomes to possibly hate her.

You could tell she was stand offish at first given the fact she's been hurt by the ones who should have protected her. Yet somehow with you, she feels safe despite her past experiences.

Both you and the other start to come closer as time passes. Soothing and giving her comfort on many nights where she gets nightmares.

Helping and taking care of her family when she can't. Reassuring her moments where she doubts herself.

Slowly you find a bruised up heart that's only beating strongly but fragile.

She'd be oblivious to how different she is with you—the increase in her heartbeat when as small as a smile is displayed by you. Or the butterflies in her stomach seeing you playing and entertaining your brother.

You had so much of an affect on her, which you clearly never noticed.

Maybe it's for the best, she thought. You were too good for her, too good for anyone in this world. But she wasn't.

Wherever she went people get hurt. The ones who got close to her regretted it after. You were so kind—and oh so sweet, she didn't deserve you.

Tory was fast to get what she wanted. But with you she's so scared.

So scared that you'll end up regretting being there for her because she would end up hurting you.

So what did she do ? She ignored you.

It broke her seeing the sadness when you became aware of her avoiding you. But she pushed it away.

You were confused.

All tried attempts at reaching out to her failed just as miserably with her reacting,

“Just leave me alone for God sake !”

It stung. You knew Tory was far more temperamental than she would like to admit.

You called her out on her bullshit, it wasn't malicious but rather concern seeing as she continued to ignore you with poor and hurtful reasons.

It was new to her. Someone so perfect as you to care for her. Worry about her. Never having someone like that in her life, she was only waiting for something to go wrong.

As if it was too good to be true—as if you were too good to be true.

But you were true.

And knowing she hurt you felt like an arrow through her chest. So she did anything to make it up to you.

You're surprised to see Tory at your doorstep in the middle of the night, soaked by the rain that was continuing on the night.

And when she finally opens up to you, you better be ready to have a protective and loyal partner by your side.

Your friends are not a fan of your relationship but come around eventually as time goes on, spotting how actually nice Tory was becoming cause of you.

With more healthy conversations and light convincing, she finally loosens up. Dropping her guard around you (which she had a lot of time ago ofc!) and other people.

She still gets jealous tho.

Regardless of the times you assure her, she's afraid one day you'll lose interest in her along with meeting someone better.

PDA is her favorite.

It not only helps her on her hard days when being troubled because of financial problems, it's a way of keeping her assured you're not going anywhere.

(bby has childhood issues 🥺)

Tory was never more happy before you.

Moreover realising her feelings for the past lovers was NOTHING compared to the love she held for you.

Not really a fan of nicknames but would love it if you give her one. As long as it's a cute normal one.

Late night walks around the river.

She's a greedy lover as she'll push you against a wardrobe and capture your lips with her's while you barely catch your breath.

Winking is a HUGE turn on. Just be ready to be expecting hickeys after.

But honestly this baby was so soft the first time, asking you again and again,“Is this okay ?”

She'll always be so gentle with you all the time but can be just as rough. Especially if it's jealous sex.

Though would feel very bad about the bites and hickeys on your body the next day as she would make sure you're taken care of.

Tory's very soft and sweet in after care everytime.

She gets so flushed tho when you're on top—

Protective.

If a cobra kai student mentions or threatens you in a conversation (which obviously can't be good) She's ready to take them down.

Anyone who gives you a hard time, she'll shut them down. Physically or not depends on the person, situation... and you.

She's such a loving girlfriend honestly.

Making handmade gifts for you, hanging Polaroids of you in her house and even making amends with Sam particularly cause you asked so.

Fixing the injuries Terry caused on her.

Infuriated, you were going to storm down his house before Tory stopped you in time, knowing you could get hurt badly.

She sometimes doubts her heart won't leap out whenever you wrap your arms around her to kiss her.

No matter how many times you will hold her, she'll never get used to it.

Honestly this girl is so grateful for you, like she thinks how her life would have turned upside down if it weren't for you to magically appear—

Tory's absolutely beaming inside whenever ‘my girlfriend’ is the mention of her you choose instead of her actual name on any discussion in the company of others.

Though she won't gush too hard (obviously) but everyone knows she's a simp for you. (not that she would ever admit it)

You both are there for each other's needs. Especially Tory who'll leave everything she's doing just to make certain you're happy.

You couldn't be any happier.

[katherinezeetajones]

Dancing With the Scars

Andy Herrera x f reader / light angst, mostly fluff

Previous parts can be found here.

Summary: you're engaged to the love of your life Andy Herrera. The news of your engagement shocks no one at 19, even though you've never explicitly told them you and Andy are a thing. Some questions your angle, some aren't even sure you're serious. And then a firefighter's ball is happening in the middle of it all? let's hope the dancefloor doesn't collapse. (set during the finale of season 6)

Months pass by in a blur after your engagement to Andy Herrera, the love of your life you met 2 and a half years ago in the middle of a gay bar, a place she wouldn't even imagine she would step into—yet here you are.

You sit in the back of an open aid car, parked in the barn after a hard day's work. You try to relax after a long day, but you feel restless.

"hey," Vic approaches you, sitting on the empty spot next to you. "Word on the street is that you're engaged to Andy?"

You chuckle as you turn to her. "You were there, Vic. You were there when we were in the burning skyscraper,"

Vic shrugs, feigning innocence. "Well, I gotta set the record straight, y'know. Everybody wants to know what's going on between the two of you these days,"

You shrug. "Ah, well... I didn't wanna show off..."

But you want to.

So you flash her your modest ring, a golden band on your finger.

Vic's eyes widen, her mouth agape. "How did I never notice that—"

You laugh, a little embarrassed. "I took it off on calls... Didn't want it to get lost,"

"so... When's the wedding?" Vic asks, nudging your shoulder with hers. Her giddiness makes you sheepish, seeing as she's one of the few who truly cares about gossip and drama (and her friends) in 19.

You try to think of a time frame. "I don't know, I... I mean, we talked, we planned, but... I don't know about exactly when,"

Vic raises her eyebrows. "So... What are you waiting for?"

"look, I... I don't wanna rush Andy, she got a lot going on, and... I don't wanna add on to that, y'know?"

"you're going to be Andy's wife, rookie. I don't think she would think of you as a burden,"

You shrug. "That's exactly why I don't wanna rush her, Vic... some people here had a history of screwing Andy over, making decisions on her behalf without her asking for it, so this time... I just wanna let her decide, when the time is right,"

Vic looks at you for a while. Then she sighs. "Guess you're right. But I better be invited,"

You laugh. "Of course you're invited,"

—

A breezy morning. You're cleaning the communal showers with some of your colleagues, your duty to scrub the grime off the walls.

Travis scoots closer to you, and you know the look on his face is one of obnoxious curiosity.

So you wait for the question.

"so... You and Andy...? Engaged?" He whispers to you, though he didn't have to, because the others are cleaning quite far from you.

You sigh fondly at your colleague, the freckled guy you call your dear friend. "Yes," you whisper in the same volume. "We don't have a date for the wedding yet, so don't ask. And yes, of course you're invited,"

That seems to take Travis off guard, as you correctly guessed his queue of questions he hadn't even fired out. "Oh, um... Well, in that case. I better, go back to..."

"scrubbing," you point at a spot to his left, and he chuckles as he gets to it, satisfied with your answer.

You shake your head, a little amused at your colleagues and their nosiness.

—

"are you going to the firefighter's ball this weekend?" Jack asks you, putting the hoses back into the ladder truck after things have wrapped up on the scene you're currently on.

You shrug. "I don't know, I don't usually go to these things..."

He shakes his head. "Yeah, no, I was also... Gonna skip, since... Y'know, nothing in it for me,"

You give him a look. "Jack. Ben is getting an award,"

He sighs, closing the doors of the compartment with a huff. "You just said you wouldn't go,"

"I said I don't know," you argue, and the two of you climb inside the engine's backseat.

You were about to sit but lock eyes with Andy, who's sitting in the senior man spot, right next to the driver. She gives you a small nod, and you give her one back.

You sit, and Jack nudges your arm as a response to the interaction. "What the hell was that?" He asks you.

"what was what?" You ask him, creasing your eyebrows.

"that... That thing... With you and Andy..." he gestures between you and Andy's spot, bewildered. "You don't really look... Y'know, engaged,"

You shake your head and scoffs. "What? No, that's... We're just... We're fine,"

Jack narrows his eyes at you, as the driver takes the engine on the road. "Are you guys having cold feet?"

You give him a look. "No," you said flat out, a little bit forced. "I'm just... We're just..."

And it takes you back to a conversation you and Andy had, a couple days ago.

You were watching a movie together, Andy's arms becoming a safe haven for you to rest your head on, and you finally learned that being in the arms of a woman you love is one hell of a drug.

Andy looks at you, and you feel her gaze from the corner of your eyes. You turn to her with a small smile. "what?"

"nothing," she shrugs with a smile, settling in closer to you, taking your legs and putting them on top of hers. "Just... Thinking about our wedding,"

You nod. "It's gonna be a great one,"

"you know, rookie..." Andy softly pushes you off her arms, making you look each other eye to eye in the dimly lit room. "I feel like we're taking forever in doing this,"

"you wanted a summer wedding," you offer.

She nods, but she looks troubled. "Yeah, I know I did, but... What do you want? When do you want it to be?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Uh, well, I don't... I don't have a preference, I... I just wanna do what you wanna do,"

But that's not an answer Andy's looking for, and she looks exasperated. "Rookie, I... Look, this is your wedding as much as it's mine, so you have a say in it, too—"

"I know that, Andy—"

"I feel like you're not, you're not standing up for yourself enough, you know?" She holds her hands out, searching your eyes for any hint of what she's looking for.

"why would I need to do that, Andy? I, I just want you to have everything you want—"

"that's the thing, isn't it, rookie," Andy stands up, sighing in exasperation as she walks into the kitchen. "During the entire run of our relationship, you always forget that this is supposed to be a two way street,"

You are confused, to say the least. "But I've always been putting you first—"

Andy groans, leaning her palms on the kitchen counter with a sigh. "That's the thing. You never, ever let me do anything for you, you never wanted to make me uncomfortable, and you would always refuse to let me take care of you,"

"I'm—"

Andy cuts you off with a finger. She sits back down on the couch next to you, holding your hand in hers. "Rookie. Think of yourself one of these days,"

...and that was the gist of your conversation with Andy, and you've been strained ever since.

Mostly because you're confused of what she wants, more than anything. The wedding isn't off, but when you try to talk to her about it, she would just softly stall, saying that it's something you two can figure out soon.

Which takes you back to the present, with Jack looking at you inquisitively, and Andy trying to catch a glimpse of you from the rearview mirror.

Neither of you talk the whole way back to the station.

—

The same night, you both get ready for bed in your shared apartment, still exchanging very few words. You can tell that she's not exactly mad at you, but you're still confused as to what she wants from you.

You slip into an oversized t-shirt and briefs, climbing into bed as Andy sits on the vanity chair, doing her nighttime routine. She locks eyes with you from the vanity, and sighs.

"rookie," she said to you softly.

"yeah?"

"...you have a date for the firefighter's ball?" She asks, rather cheekily.

You laugh, feeling the awkward tension slowly evaporating in the air. "Nobody's asked me yet, so no,"

"well," she turns around to look at you. "How about it? Me and you, rookie?"

You gasp in mock fluster. "who, me?"

Andy bites her lower lip, and jumps onto the bed, getting on top of you. "Don't get cute,"

She leans her face close to yours, and you more than anything, want to close the gap. So you do it. You kiss her, and she kisses you back, deep and sweet. She pins your hands above your head, nothing you can complain about.

You can talk some other time.

—

The night of the firefighter's ball is here, and you haven't seen much of Andy the whole day, a string of text messages exchanged between the two of you being the only thing you've seen of her today. You got ready on your own at your shared apartment, Andy unfortunately busy with a double shift and promises she would meet you at the ball venue.

You arrive at the ball's entrance, immediately greeted by your 19 family. Vic hugs you tight, and guides you to the photo backdrop. "Looking sharp in the red dress, rookie!"

You laugh at her infectious smile. "Looks like we're twinning tonight,"

You pose with Vic for pictures, and soon enough everybody else arrives, giving you a turn to pose with each and every single one of your crew, all glammed up.

No sign of Andy anywhere.

The others have started filing in to the main hall, and as you were about to do the same, you spot a gorgeous silhouette coming into the venue, and there she is.

Andy Herrera, looking like the most beautiful woman on earth, with a simple yet classy black dress you rarely see her in.

She spots you, and immediately runs in to give you a hug.

"baby," she hugs you, pecking a quick kiss on your lips. "I got here as soon as I could. The shift was killing me,"

You smile in relief, just happy to have her here with you. "Let's pose for some photos?"

"absolutely,"

—

You sit on the same table as Andy and a couple more of your 19 family, half listening to Kitty Dixon's slurred speech on stage. You sigh at how the more Kitty talks, the less she makes sense.

"she's totally hammered," Sullivan whispers among the table, earning nothing but unanimous agreement from the rest.

"I'm gonna go grab some wine myself," Andy slowly stands up from the chair, squeezing your shoulder before she slips out through the side door.

"you and Andy doing good?" Jack asks, sitting a few chairs away from you.

"yeah, we... I mean, we'll talk about it," you sigh, not really sure of what to say.

"okay, cool," Jack nods, putting up finger guns too childish for his age. "I... still wanna be Andy's best man,"

You shake your head. "Sometimes I feel like you guys wanted the wedding to happen more than we do,"

Travis scoffs with disbelief. "What? No, that's not true—"

Vic sighs. "Travis, stop it. It's true and you know it,"

"I'll... I'll go find Andy, she's been gone a while," you look at the table, and seeing no objections, you get up off the chair to search.

—

"I heard what you've been doing, Herrera," Chief Ross addresses Andy, getting her attention in the middle of the floor outside of the main hall. "You don't need to be talking me up in front of the others,"

"respectfully, chief—I only stated facts," Andy approaches her, a glass of wine in hand.

Chief Ross nods, a little proud of Andy's antics, but she focuses back on. "You don't need to be doing that, because I've made up my mind. You are the captain of station 19, effective immediately."

Andy doesn't believe it. "I'm... Are you...?"

"yes, I'm for real," chief Ross nods with a curt smile. "You've shown me depths of your ability as a leader, as a person, as a friend. I'm proud to make you captain,"

Andy looks at her, bewildered. "I'm... Wow, I don't know what to say... I've... This is all I've..."

"now go back in there, Herrera. Someone's waiting for you," she looks to you with a nod, and walks away.

You approach Andy as the chief leaves the scene, confused as to why Andy's making the face she's making right now. "Andy, what happened?"

She turns to you, and she beams like you've never seen her beamed. "Oh, baby... I'm, I just became captain of the 19,"

Your eyes widen, and you involuntarily squeal. "Oh my god—this is, this is huge!"

Andy nods, immediately wrapping you in a hug. "I know, oh my god... This is my dream, this is..."

You cup her face in your hands, your foreheads pressed together. "It's everything you've dreamed of, baby... This is what you deserve,"

She beams, sighs in fondness, giving you a kiss on your lips.

"Let's break the news to 19?" You tug at her hand, letting her know you wanna get back.

Andy lags behind. "Uh... Let's keep this between us, just you and me, for now?"

You crease your eyebrows in confusion. "Why? Don't you... Wanna share the news?"

Andy sighs, pursing her lips. "Yeah, of course I do, but... I wanted this moment to just be between us... For now, y'know?"

You shake your head. "Andy, this... This is bigger than me, this is about you finally becoming the head of 19, so—"

Something in Andy seems to snap, and she abruptly pulls her hand away from yours. "Baby, you always do this!"

You turn back to her, miffed. "Do... Do what?"

"this has always been your thing, baby, you—urgh, you're so... And this is ridiculous to even say out loud, but—you're so infuriatingly selfless, but in the most warped way imaginable, y'know!?"

You hold your hands up, brows furrowed. "I'm sorry, but why is that a bad thing—"

"I'm, I'm trying to keep this between us, baby—because I wanted to have a moment, just for us, right now—and you always, always have to think of how I interact with the others, it's like... It's like you feel as if you're just from the outside looking in, like you're not part of this team!"

You're at a loss of what to say. "I... I don't think that..."

Andy sighs, putting her hand softly on your cheek. "I love you, baby. I want to marry you. But you have to... Well, be selfish, for once,"

"I don't..." You sputter, trying to form some sort of a response to this. "I don't understand why this is... Bad..."

Andy sighs, shaking her head. She walks past you, making her way into the main hall. "Look, I'm gonna go on inside first...I'll... see you later,"

You watch her go, miffed more than ever.

—

You came back into the main hall after what feels like forever, sitting a few tables away from the 19 table, not really knowing what to do or say in front of Andy, because you don't understand what she wants. You try to, but nothing makes sense the more you think of it. Miranda had just finished giving a heartwarming speech about her husband as she presents him his medal, everybody clapped, and as if it's all a blur, now everyone is moving to the dance floor for some foot shuffling.

Jack nudges you from behind, looking tipsy. "Rook, I... I think you gotta see this,"

You turn to him, seeing what a state he's in. "Jack, what are you doing?"

You both keep walking as everybody move around you to get to the dance floor, and his breathing grows more ragged. "I... I think the walls in the kitchen are smoking,"

"how would you know that?" You whisper back to him.

"I went there to get something to eat..."

You sigh. Not a good time, seeing as you were going to look for Andy. But you are a firefighter. "Fine, okay, I'll take a look with you. I don't know why you didn't just bring this up with chief Ross or something,"

He shrugs. "She looks preoccupied,"

"you're scared of her,"

"oh, I absolutely am," he admits with little shame.

You groan, and you peel back from the crowd, going the opposite direction from the dance floor.

—

And as it would have turned out, Jack was right. You knocked on the wall to get a good listen, and he's right.

"there's smoke behind this wall," you nod at Jack, who doesn't seem happy to be proven right. You take a walkie talkie from one of the kitchen staff standing nearby, and you turn it on. "Can anyone read me?"

A response is shortly heard. "Copy, kitchen staff,"

"we got smoke coming behind the kitchen walls, me and firefighter Gibson are going to the basement to look for a way to handle this, please notify chief Ross and all the captains present about this. This could be something bad, but we're hoping it won't be,"

The walkie talkie hums. "Copy that, firefighter,"

You nod to Jack, who has a hatchet in hand already.

—

The dance floor is happening, big time. Firefighters are letting loose as the music belts out, everybody dancing to their heart's content. Andy looks around, searching for her beau, but no luck.

"Herrera, what are you doing? This is your big night, isn't it? Enjoy it," Chief Ross approaches, her own face a little troubled for the gleeful advice she's giving.

"I'm looking for my... My fiance," Andy stares past Ross, still not finding you.

Chief Ross purses her lips. "She'll turn up, I'm sure. Listen, you... You see Sully anywhere?"

Andy is about to respond, when a staff member of the venue approaches.

"chief Ross?" She calls.

Ross turns her head around, nodding curtly. "that's me,"

"well, we just received reports from firefighters down in the kitchen, and one of them confirmed to us that smoke is coming from behind the walls,"

Ross and Andy exchange glances. "We need to evacuate,"

Andy shakes her head, dread settling in her guts. "Who... Who confirmed that?"

"she was with, uh, firefighter Gibson," the staff replies.

Ross nods. "Herrera, you can't get distracted. We need to evacuate everyone, this could be severe,"

Andy doesn't seem to be able to respond. "I... Yes, okay, I got it,"

Ross walks away, but stops and turn to Andy. "Herrera, I get it. But... We have to do our job,"

Andy nods, but she's rattled.

—

Soon after you informed the staff, a captain and lieutenant from 25 came to your spot, telling you that they will assess the basement, and that you and Jack should go to the dance floor to help evacuate. You had no choice but to listen, as they outrank you.

You're walking with Jack back to the dance floor, trying to hurry as anything can happen, and you need to be ready.

Jack parts from you, and you look around the dance floor, some still dancing while some others alarmed as to why the captains have disappeared from the floor.

Your eyes land on Andy, who's grabbing people to get off the floor. You approach her.

"Andy, I just got told to get back here," you say to her, and she immediately turns your way. "How can I help?"

She nods, trying to see past your need to talk to each other. "Get... Get as many people as you can away from this room, the captain of 25 just told me—"

And as if famous last words aren't famous enough, the ground beneath you shakes, cracks forming throughout the walls and ceiling of the dance floor. You wobble, and so does Andy.

Or so you think.

It all happened so fast. You close your eyes for one second, and suddenly, the dance floor has sunken into the lower floor, with several people taken with it.

You can't find Andy.

You look around, frantically trying to spot her.

Your heart drops in your stomach as you look down onto the collapsed dance floor.

'please, no...'

And your worst nightmare has come true.

You spot Andy's arm... And the rest of her is trapped under a massive rubble.

You hear deafening scream in the middle of the chaos breaking out, but you never could've guessed that it was your own voice. You rush to get down, but Maya—suddenly arriving, holds you back.

The sounds are ringing in your ears, people are talking to you, but you hear nothing. Only a muffled sound of people calling your name are faintly heard.

"rookie—rookie! We'll get Andy, but don't go down there! It's too dangerous!" Maya reasons with you, though she should've known by now that the glazed look in your eyes means that you're not listening to a thing she's saying.

You wrench your hand free from her grip, and you crawl down the sunken floor, broken shards of glass puncturing the palm of your hands, but you don't feel it.

You get to Andy, only seeing her arm. You hold it up, to try and get a pulse. There's a faint one, and you feel a breath of relief escaping you. You try to push the rubble, but it's too heavy a job for one person. You look around, and spot Travis, who looks crestfallen as he declared Michael Dixon dead, from a crush injury.

"Travis, Travis—please, please help me," you tug at him, a little too roughly. "Andy, she... Help me get the rubble off, I..."

Travis looks at you, and past you, eyes landing on the rubble behind you. "Andy, shit..."

You dragged him along, and you two start lifting using your backs. After a massive effort and strain, you finally managed to get the piece off Andy, who looks worse for wear, and unconscious.

Travis looks between the two of you. "I'll... I'll go get backup and some kit,"

He leaves you, and you start your effort on waking Andy. "Andy, baby, please... Please, please wake up..."

You just want her to wake up. You want to see her getting mad at you again, you just want to be able to hold her close to you, to have her skin against yours, to call her yours and you hers...

And then it hits you.

That's what Andy meant.

Your eyes widen, brimming with tears as you perform CPR. "Andy, please, please wake up... I get it now! I get it! And even when you called me selfless, that was never true! I have always been selfish, I just gotta show it! So please, please come back to me, Andy—so I can show you just how selfish I am! Just how much I want you by my side, not because I need to, but because I want you to! I..."

Andy slowly lifts her eyes open, groggy and breathless. "Rookie..."

You immediately cradle Andy's head in your hands, putting them on your lap. "Andy! Oh god, oh..."

"you... You mean that?"

"what? Of course I mean all that—listen to me, Andy Herrera... There's nothing I want more in this life than to call you my wife, even if it means I'm being selfish..."

Andy manages a weak laugh, seemingly the loudest voice in the whole venue that's falling into chaos of firefighters getting injured and getting rescued. Hundreds are among you two, but it's only her voice you can hear.

"rookie... that's all I ever wanted from you..." Andy smiles at you with labored breathing, and you press your forehead against hers in relieved desperation.

"once we get out of here, Andy..." You promises through ragged breath. "...we'll march down the fucking city hall, and we'll get married, I'm going to be mrs. Herrera, whether you like it or not,"

Andy laughs, cupping your face in her hand. "I like the sound of that... But... Since this dance floor collapsed... You owe me a dance,"

You laugh through your panting. "Okay... The next time we dance, it'll be at our reception, then,"

"deal. Now help me up so we can help the others,"

You help her stand, and it's back to work for the future Mrs. Herreras.

—

Tagging @geekyandgay98

#wlw imagine #station 19 #station 19 x reader #andy herrera #andy herrera x reader #andy herrera x you #andy herrera x female reader

[katherinezeetajones]

Meet my mom...

Andy Herrera x f reader | fluff, mentions of homophobia (in the past)

Summary: you and Andy are engaged, after an unconventional proposal. One thing remains before the happily ever after. Well, maybe two. The first one is to meet Andy's mom. The second one would be the wedding planning. Today, it's the first one.

Winter is ever present, snow everywhere you look. Your fiance (and your lieutenant) Andy is holding your arm, linking the nook of your elbow within hers, walking along the snow covered sidewalk together.

"are you okay?" Andy asks you, resting her other hand on top of yours, the engagement ring you gave her glinting under the afternoon sun.

You smile at her, easily nodding. "Yeah, I mean... It's just... Meeting your mom, whom you thought was dead for most of your adult life,"

She gives you an unamused look. "You'll be fine. I was mad at her for lying to me, yes—but I needed her more than I resented her, so here we are. I'm a bit traditional, baby... So you gotta meet mami first, then we start planning the wedding,"

"no, I get that..." You shake your head, the two of you continuing on walking, unaware of how your rhythm—and probably heartbeat, is already in sync. "I'm just a little nervous, that's all. I never... never got to this stage in a relationship where I have to meet anyone's parents before,"

Andy chuckles, looking back at the path ahead of you. "Then aren't I lucky, locking you down before anyone else swoops in,"

You roll your eyes. "Herrera got jokes,"

"which Herrera are you talking about? You or me?" Andy coyly asks, playfully nudging your shoulder with hers.

You flush at the sentiment. Yeah, you were the one who proposed to her. But the thought of being mrs. Herrera... Belonging with Andy... it sends you into a tizzy. "It's the both of us,"

Seeing your fiance satisfied with the answer, soon you both fall into a companionable silence as you keep walking to your destination, which soon comes into view.

"we're here," Andy nods, guiding your arm to walk to where she points at earlier, to a quaint little house nestled comfortably inbetween neighboring houses.

You swallow. You're still human, after all. And one of the universal experiences of being human is having the urge to throw up before meeting your fiance's parents for the first time. "Andy,"

"yeah?" She turns to you, noticing how you're falling behind her, your fiance holding her fist an inch away from knocking on the wooden door.

"does she... Does she know you're into women—" you try to stall.

She gives you a look. "I told mami everything,"

"even when we're—"

Andy shakes her head with an eye roll, and she knocks on the door, giving you no further room to fib and glib your way out of this situation.

The door opens... And a middle aged woman, calm and composed is behind it, smiling calmly, yet excited too see the two of you.

"Baby," the woman beams, immediately wrapping Andy in a bear hug. They hug like crazy!

And when Andy parts from her mother, she looks at you, and smiles. "You must be Andy's beau,"

"that's me," you walk forward, putting your hand out for a cordial handshake.

She shakes her head at your hand... And you were about to retract it, but she wraps you into a hug instead.

"we don't shake hands with family," she whispers softly as she hugs you, tight and comfy.

You almost want to tear up, if you still didn't have the nerves. "thank you..." Was all you could manage in response.

She parts from you, and beckons the two of you inside her home.

Andy gives you a look as she put her hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside.

—

"so, Andy told me you've been together for two years," Andy's mom addresses the both of you, a calm smile on her face, sitting on the sofa across you both. "But she never actually told me how you met,"

You want to run out of the house. What do you even tell Andy's mom? The truth is quite hilarious, after all. "...Well, Mrs. Herrera—"

"please, call me Elena," she cuts you off with a wave of her hand, a little miffed by you formality. "Give me all the details,"

Andy looks at you, a little sheepish. "Well, mami—if you must know..."

You hold Andy's hand, feeling a bit of her sheepishness pouring through you. She looks at you for approval, and you subtly nod, giving Andy the yes to tell the story.

Andy nods, relieved. "We met at a bar. A gay bar,"

Elena looks surprised, despite not really needing to, since you're both sitting across her, very much as two women about to be married. "A gay bar, mija?"

But the way she asks that is more amused than concerned, which puzzles you.

Andy sighs, her grip on your hand tightening by a mile. "I didn't really know where I was going, mami. See, that was when Maya became captain—"

Then Elena's face turns into one of knowing. "Ah... When Pruitt made the backstabbing decision to influence Sullivan... to not make you captain,"

Andy nods, solemn. "Yeah, I was... I didn't know what to do, mami. I was just going where my legs would take me, and..." She looks into your eyes, as if drawing strength from your gaze. She looks back at Elena, nodding. "...and I met her,"

Elena smiles knowingly, looking at you. "...so you two definitely hooked up that night,"

"Mami!" Andy gasped, more amused than mad at her mother's inappropriate (yet correct) assumption. "That's—that's not—"

Andy's reaction is more than enough of an answer for her mother, and she slyly smiles at the two of you. "And you, dear. How do you feel about my daughter?"

You try to come up with the words... But you don't know what to say. "I..."

Elena leans forward, curious to hear your answer with raised eyebrows. "I'm sorry if I'm making you nervous, dear. But you are going to be marrying my only daughter, so I have to know if you deserve to or not, and what kind of a person you are,"

"Mami," Andy gives her mom a displeased tone, holding your hand tight in hers, as you feel yourself sinking deeper into the couch you're sharing with your fiance.

"I'm sorry, Elena... I..." You try to gather your thoughts, creasing your eyebrows all the while. "I just... I'll be real with you, I have never dated anyone the way I dated your daughter," you look to Andy, giving you an all too fond of a smile. "Andy is special. She's... she's like an open flame, she's passionate, she's amazing at what she does, and she's got conviction and she sticks to her guns, no matter what. And I... I'm just grateful that she chose me, because I love her, so very much, that I don't even want to know how life's gonna be like if I don't see her everyday,"

Andy squeezes your hand tighter, half hugging you, resting her head on your shoulder.

Elena seems gobsmacked with your answer. "Oh, honey... That's so..."

"beautiful?" Andy asks.

"well, yes, and your fiance is way more eloquent than any of your past boyfriends ever were!" Elena laughs, amused and satisfied with your answer.

Andy rolls her eyes. "She's sitting right here, mami,"

You shake your head. "It's okay, Andy... Your mom's right, she deserves to know what kind of person you'll be marrying,"

"well, I'm going to marry you, okay, rookie? You're the one for me," Andy reassures you, looking you in the eyes with her deep brown eyes, soulful and true.

You feel like crying. "What was I even nervous for? Your mom's amazing,"

Andy shrugs with a smile. "Yes, despite being so nosy," she makes a point to accentuate the nosy while looking at Elena, to which Elena rolls her eyes.

"just wait until you see the rest of the family," Elena chuckles, standing up to grab a drink. "Speaking of, dear... What's your family like?"

You feel nothing of the question, shrugging a little too obliviously at it. "Uh, I don't know them. My biological parents uh, I don't know where they are,"

Andy purses her lips. "She grew up in the system, mami,"

Elena gives you a sympathetic look, coming back into the living room and sitting back on her spot after giving the two of you a glass of white. "I'm so sorry, dear. Are your adoptive parents...?"

You nod, not knowing what to say. "Uh, yeah, they're alive, I guess... I don't know, I..."

Andy squeezes your thigh with her thumb. "You don't have to answer that,"

You shake your head. "No, it's just... I burned through those foster homes so quickly, and the last one before I turned 17 beat me up for being gay and kicked me out, so, y'know, no love lost,"

Elena puts a hand on her heart, her face a million ways to say 'I'm sorry'. She sits next to you, putting a hand on yours. "I'm sorry, dear. You have Andy now, and you have me. We're your family,"

You let a teardrop fall, and Elena suddenly hugs you, tight. Andy hugs you from the other side, and you feel an emotion you never thought you could feel.

Safe.

—

Having said your goodbyes to Elena, you and Andy walk hand in hand to the sidewalk, back to where you're from.

Andy sticks to you like glue, not saying anything.

"was I being too much?" You suddenly ask.

Andy creases her eyebrows. "Of course not, rookie. Why would you say that?"

"I... I thought I might've been too much," you shrug, still holding Andy's arm in yours as you continue walking.

Andy sighs, out of love. "I keep telling you, rookie. You don't have to put up walls with me, nor with our 19 family—nor with mami. They all love you, I love you,"

You wordlessly lean your head on her shoulder, overflowing with love for your soon to be wife. "...I know, I'm... I'm a work in progress, okay? At least my bones heal quicker than my past trauma, being a firefighter and all,"

Andy chuckles, shaking her head. "Future mrs. Herrera got jokes,"

You sheepishly laugh. "Come on, let's go faster. It's so cold out here,"

Your fiance complies, walking faster next to you, still hand in hand.

Wedding planning doesn't seem so hard with Andy Herrera by your side.

—

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Back to You

Andy Herrera x f reader | contains angst and bodily injuries | prev. parts can be read here

Summary: you're Andy Herrera's girlfriend of two years. You love her so much, of course you do. But you have been hiding a secret from her for quite some time, and that's the one thing she doesn't like...

it's a cold winter day in Seattle, and you're expecting snow to fall soon. You sit on one of the beanery's many couches, absentmindedly looking out the window, your one hand rubbing circles on the sill, while your other hand supports your resting head.

'just tell Andy what's on your mind. Andy hates secrets,' you think to yourself. 'she won't break up with you over it.'

But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You don't want to lose her, but it's eating away at you, pushing you over the edge.

You sigh, trying to get the thought off your mind... But you're pleasantly surprised as you feel a warm presence wrapping your neck from behind, feeling Andy sitting next to you.

You turn around, and sure enough... Your girlfriend Andy, looking at you fondly. She doesn't say a word, but you know what she's about to ask.

"I'm not thinking of anything," you tell her.

She gives you a look. "I was going to ask," she gestures to the kitchen counter, and you feel flustered. "If you wanted to grab a bite with me,"

You laugh, a little sheepish. "I didn't even notice there's food,"

Andy stands up, pulling you up to walk alongside her to the counter area. "Because there wasn't. Jack just dropped these off, and then off he goes again,"

You sigh. "He's still not coming back?"

Her face falls a little. "Who knows. Jack can be a little shit sometimes," she picks on the edges of the takeout wrapping, clearly pissed about Jack leaving the FD.

And you get it. You do. Jack is like family to you as well, despite you being here considerably a shorter time than the rest of 19 have. You don't understand why he had to leave, but it would be hypocritical of you to say that you've never had a dramatic walkout before.

"food smells great, though," you distract Andy, and she shakes off her daze, giving you a small smile in return.

-

You finished eating with your girlfriend, sitting side by side in the long dining table, plenty of space around you unused, as the rest of 19 are either out on calls or showering or doing fuck all. Not that you'd want your alone time with Andy interrupted, that is. But it's a miracle that there hasn't been a call yet.

Andy wipes the edges of her fingers on the napkin, and she levels a gaze at you. Oh no.

You know what this means. She's on to you.

"you know, baby..." She addresses you, nice and slow...

"yeah," you nod, a little scared.

"...I found this receipt the other day at our place, lying around under the sink, says you bought a gift box," she recalls, and boy does she recall accurately.

"it's for a friend," you fib, keeping yourself calm.

Andy doesn't buy it, but she looks as if she feels herself being a little silly. "Yeah... I don't know why I brought that up,"

You laugh a little, putting your hand on her thigh. "Have we done it? Have we finally ran out of things to talk about?" You try to joke...

...but is met with the classic Herrera stone cold gaze.

"what do you mean by that?" She asks, miffed.

"no, I was just—" you try to explain...

"ladder 19, aid car 19, requested to..." The alarm sounds out, making Andy sigh.

You're saved by the bell.

You both run out onto the barn, you thinking that she would let that slide.

But Andy thinks otherwise.

—

A couple nights passed since the beanery talk, and Andy finds herself pacing around in her apartment that she shared with you, deep in thought. The afternoon is getting colder, but nothing about the way Andy feels is cool.

Her eyebrows crease, and she sits on the sofa, disbelieving of what her mind suggests her. "No, she can't be hiding anything from me, can she...?"

She shrugs it off, trying to watch tv. All alone in the apartment, the loud sound of the tv doing very little to help her distract herself from thinking out loud. Frustrated, she turns it off.

"I'll just call, it's not that hard—" Andy takes her phone from the coffee table, but is surprised to find it ringing.

You're giving her a call.

Andy picks it up, a little troubled. "Hey, what's going on?"

Your voice is a little muffled over the line, but you try to be louder. "I'm... Late... Tonight, got work... See... Later?"

Andy might be no war code deciphering expert, but she can tell you won't be home for dinner. "Yeah, no problem. Hey, listen, can we talk later, after you get home?"

"yeah... Course... See... You!"

And the line goes dead.

Andy sighs, putting her phone back on the table. Deciding she won't be getting any less restless staying home, she picks up her coat and leaves the apartment.

—

Andy finds herself walking along the snow covered sidewalk, not really sure where she's going. Her mind is a million miles away from her feet.

She stops walking as she sees a familiar sight.

She peers into the window of a florist, where she spots you.

Buying flowers, all the brightest pinks and reds, arranged into a beautiful... Romantic looking bouquet.

'But you only buy flowers like that for someone you love,' Andy thinks to herself. 'and you were supposed to be at work today!'

Face burning, Andy is about to burst in there and confront you!

...but, Andy's phone suddenly rings, and it's from work. When she looks back into the shop window, you were already gone with the wind.

Frustrated, Andy groans while picking up the phone. "Herrera,"

Then her dismayed face turns into one of disbelief.

"...a five alarm fire? Downtown?"

And sure enough, the smoke is up in the air, defeating the heights of the skyscrapers around it, seen all the way from where Andy is standing.

She nods, and heads to work, despite herself.

—

You pay the florist and steps out of the shop, immediately greeted with your own breathing visible as you exhale, the cold making itself prominent as the day progresses.

You clutch the bouquet tighter, and walks to your destination with determination.

You see a pillar of smoke far off in the distance, nearly obscured by the snowfall. But you feel in your guts that that's a five alarm fire, and you walk faster, knowing you'll be called in soon.

—

You arrive to your destination, a bit out of breath. You knock on the door, a little nervous.

The door opens, revealing Jack in his worst looking getup you've ever seen. "Rookie?"

He looks at the bouquet in your hand. "Uh, are those for me?"

You groan, and borderline irritated if it weren't for the fact that you missed him so much!

You give him a hug, putting the bouquet away from you. He gives you an awkward hug back, not expecting to see you here... At all.

"so... Uh," he pulls away from you, a little confused. "Why are you here?"

You steel yourself. "Look, you're the only one who's ever had the guts to propose to Andy,"

Jack cringes. "Yeah, not so much of a propose, as it was more of a 'she found the ring in my pocket and decides to dump me before I even asked' kind of situation,"

"okay," you digest the information, a little perplexed. "...and you've been seeing her for how long?"

Jack thinks. "Uh... Six months?"

You give him a look. "Okay. Can't say that's a bit soon, but I get it."

"wait, are you here to ask me... For tips?" Jack's eyes widen ever so slightly, amusement on his lips.

"yes," you bluntly answer. "She's the one, Jack. So help me,"

"uh, rookie. She dumped me, remember? I'm not exactly the kind of person you'd want advice from,"

You shake your head in disbelief. "That's a fair point,"

"you should ask Vic instead," Jack gestures to fuck knows where across the street. "She's the one who got closer to getting married than I ever did,"

"Jack," you address him bluntly. "Chief Ripley fucking died,"

Jack gives you a look, then does the math in his head of what happened. Then he looks back at you, and sheepishly laughs. "Fuck. Uh... Don't do that, then,"

You shake your head, walking away from his porch. "Thanks for nothing, Gibson."

You turn back to see him, still confused at why you're here. "Don't tell Andy I was here. And also... Come back to 19 soon, okay?"

He looks at you with a bit of a solemnity to him, and you walk away with the bouquet.

As luck would have it, it's work.

You sigh, picking it up.

"...of course it's a five alarm fire."

—

Arriving at the scene, you get out of your car, already in full turnout gear. The scene of the fire unravel before you, as triage tents have been pitched on the ground floor surrounding the skyscraper office, slowly but surely being engulfed in fire that can be described as the least bit friendly, spanning over ten floors.

You approach the incident commander, the captain from 32. "Sir," you report. "Where do you need me?"

He turns to you, nodding and giving you a radio. "We need people inside. Get to the 28th floor from the east wing, 19 and a bunch other houses are already hosing it down,"

"how bad are we talking here?" You ask again, putting the radio on your gear.

He looks a bit hopeless. "...we don't expect this building to survive. Structure integrity is compromised,"

"...so we're looking for people," you look at him.

He nods. "...the ones you can save, anyway."

You nod at him, and you get in the building.

—

You arrive at the 28th floor, looking around for your 19 family. You spot them at one corner of the floor, and that's where you're heading.

You see Andy, and she sees you. But she doesn't look too happy to see you.

"Andy," you wrap her in a hug, but feels that she's stiffening around you. You pull back, and even through the heavy turnout gear and helmet, you can sense that she's not in the mood for that.

"what's—"

Andy stops you with a shake of her head. "Why can't you just tell me?"

"tell you what?" You crease your eyebrows, confused.

Vic, having been standing behind you and Andy the whole time, purses her lips and walks off, giving you the little bit of privacy you suddenly need.

Andy gives you a disbelieving look. "I thought we could be honest with each other," she grunts, clearly angered.

You sigh. "I'm sorry," so it seems that you've been found out. "I only went to see Jack today, that's it,"

Andy raises her eyebrows, shocked. "You don't even like men!"

"I like Jack!" You defend your friend, not sure why Andy has to bring up sexuality. "And I only went there to see him, see if he has anything to say—"

"so it's come full circle," Andy scoffs, crossing her arms.

"what?" You ask, a little miffed.

"you're cheating on me with Jack,"

Your eyes widen, and you can't help but... Well, helplessly sputter. "What!?"

"I feel you hiding things from me lately, baby. From late dinners to forgotten texts, and not letting me use your phone because you're scared I'll peek..." Andy lists things off her fingers, her voice shaking the whole time. "And now... You even got that beautiful bouquet... For Jack, of all people,"

"wait—you knew I got a bouquet?" You raise your eyebrows. "No, wait, Andy, listen to me—"

"if you wanted to break up, then just break up, don't do this to me," Andy mutters in disbelief, her voice shaking, eyes glassy. Her crossed arms turns less like a wounded tigress and more into a scared, deeply hurt girl... Trying to protect her own heart.

It breaks you to see her like this, and you don't want to keep it a secret anymore. "Andy," you plead.

"Andy, baby... Look at me," you plead, and you can tell that it takes Andy all her willpower not to look at you.

"Andy..." You said softly, despite the harsh conditions of this building you're all standing in. "I went to see Jack today... Because he was... He was the only one who ever proposed to you..."

Andy slowly turns her face to you.

"... because I wanted to ask him how he did it," you said, rather flustered. "...but then he told me how he didn't even propose, and you just found the ring,"

Andy looks at you, bewildered. "No..."

"yeah, that bouquet... That was for you," you sheepishly shrug. "But it's probably already wilting by now."

Andy is fixated on your face. "No... You... You wanted to propose...?"

You shrug. "I'm sorry, Andy... I... I know you hate secrets, but... Yeah, after this whole thing... Will you..."

Andy doesn't give you a chance to finish your sentence, as she immediately sweeps you off your feet, and into her arms.

"whoa!" You yelp a little, surprised at the suddenness.

"yes," Andy nods, her face brightening by a million watts. "Fuck yes, baby... Fuck yes,"

The incident commander makes his way into the floor, getting everyone's attention.

You jump off Andy's hold, and the conversation you were having just now taking its sudden pause.

"19, you're on search and rescue," he points at you, and at your corner. His voice fades away from you after he assigned your house to the task.

You and 19 get ready to extract after gearing up, and you make your way upstairs, where the fire is.

—

Neither of you speak of what just happened, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.

"so,"

"so,"

You and Andy talk at the same time, earning a chuckle from you both, as you're searching the rubbles for survivors, along with Vic.

"you first," you gesture at Andy, as you push crumbled pillars off to the side, searching for signs of life.

"how long... How long have you thought of this?" Andy asks, her face a tint of red, visible to you even in the darkest of rooms, only lit by the dim city lights outside the smoke covered window.

You shrug with a small smile. "I guess around the time we were apart, when... When you were in 23,"

"that's... That was nearly a year ago," Andy looks at you, miffed. "And why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid..." You keep looking for survivors, trying to keep your voice even. "I was so afraid that if I proposed, you... You'd be scared, and... And then we break up,"

"no, baby..." Andy shakes her head, commiserating with your pain. "I... I wouldn't do that... Back when it was with Jack, I... I broke it off with him because he... We were only hooking up for six months!"

Andy grows quieter. "...and, well... He and I weren't like... You and I,"

You feel yourself blushing. "Oh,"

"yeah, oh, rookie." Andy shakes her head at you, that fond smile of hers back. "Listen, when we get back, I want you to propose to me, again,"

You nod, a little too eagerly. "I'll do it properly, with the bouquet and all,"

Andy laughs, despite the situation you're in. "Looking forward to that—"

Suddenly, the floor shakes beneath you, its quaking enough to send everyone on the floor tumbling down, including you.

The pillar supporting the floor is no longer sound, and you can hear the building creak and groan, as the fire from above compromises the structure—and the mission you're doing.

"rookie!" Andy yells, all the way from the other corner of the floor.

"I'm fine, I'm—" you said your famous last words, as the ceiling caves in.

Everything turns white.

—

You slowly come to... And you see the night sky, clear above you. Not a good thing.

"okay... I've either died... Or the top floor of this building just got considerably shorter," you mumble to yourself, trying to stand up, as slowly as you can.

But you can't.

Your left leg is pinned under rubble, while your other limbs are trying to work. You slowly move your hands, trying to feel your ribs. You feel it may be bruised. Great.

You look around, but nobody is on the floor anymore.

"Andy," you mutter, calling out for her. No use.

You manage to sit up, though your leg is still trapped, and it's growing more numb by the minute.

"help..." You hear a weak whimper, not too far from you.

You look for the source of the sound, and you find a hand, trying to reach out to you.

"hey, hey, I'm, I'm a firefighter, I'm here to help," you slowly reach their hand, and the relief is immediately obvious, as they use your pulling strength to get out of the rubble.

It's a little girl, probably 12 or 13, and she's seen better days. She looks like she wants to cry, but she holds it in, and steels you a look. "You're hurt,"

You shake your head, a little woozy. "No, no, this... I'm okay. What about you? Are you hurt?"

She shakes her head, and she seems to be good on her words. "I used the triangle formation... For earthquakes,"

You laugh, despite the searing pain on your leg—and now on your ribs. "This is a fire, kiddo. A little different, but... You did good protecting yourself,"

She looks proud of herself. But she quickly tries to drag you by your armpits, and failing. "Come on, we need to go... We need to get out of here,"

You shake your head. "I can't move," you feel a little drowsy, even. "And actually... I'm feeling a little sleepy,"

The girl frantically shakes her head. "You need to break free! Otherwise, you'd never see your friends again, and I'll never get to compete in my regional spelling bee!"

Her words seem to snap you out of the daze, and you nod at her, albeit a little slow. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right,"

You brace yourself, straining all you can to push the rubble off your leg, and after what feels like hell, you finally managed to push it off!

(with a little help from the little girl, who pushed the rubble so hard, her face went red!)

Your left leg is bleeding. Bad. You patch yourself up the best you can. You slowly stand, with her help. "Okay... We'll... Slowly go down the stairs, okay?"

The little girl nods, and you find yourself drawing strength from her courage. "Okay."

A couple floors in, neither of you speak. You feel icky. You look back, and your tourniquet has been leaking, droplets of blood becoming what you left behind each step of the stair.

You turn to the girl, who looks tired, but not afraid. "What's your name, kiddo?" You ask her.

She nods. "I'm Freddie,"

"so, Freddie... What are you doing in an office building?" You ask her again, trying to keep you both awake. The stairs seem to go on forever.

"my dad was picking me up, and we were supposed to go home together... But a fire suddenly breaks out from the top floor, I think... And then I didn't see dad again,"

"we'll try to find your dad once we're on the ground, okay?" You reassure her, which is more you reassuring yourself.

Nevertheless, she nods, and the conversation dies down.

A couple floors later, she looks pensive. "Why are you the only one left up there?" She asks you.

You laugh, even if your ribs hurt like hell from it. "They were preoccupied, Freddie. With saving others, and themselves,"

"but don't you have friends?" She looks a bit sad...

You nod. "Of course, but my friends also know to take care of themselves... They'll be back for me, I'm sure," even though you know that's a lie. 'Of course they'd look for you, but you know they can't look for you forever, especially in a building with a compromised structure.'

"I found this," the girl fishes a small black box from her pockets, handing it to you. "Yours?"

You laugh in relief... So, so much relief. "Yes... This... This is mine... I, I was going to propose to my girlfriend... Andy,"

She nods. "So don't fall asleep, okay? You have to propose,"

You smile at her, relieved, almost to the point of crying, even. "Thank you so much, Freddie, I..."

"friends look out for each other, right?" She smiles, and you can't help but hug her, even if the hug is a bit shabby.

The two of you finally arrive at the ground floor, and you two push past the exit of the stairs. The triage notices you, then alerts a bereaved Andy.

Andy immediately makes her way to you, hugging you like she never hugged you before. "I thought I... Thought I'd lost you!"

You hug her, feeling your bones melting into soup, relieved that you're in her embrace. "I'm okay... Freddie, she..." You try to point out your new friend, but she's nowhere to be seen.

Andy shakes her head, guiding you to the aid car. "Never mind that, baby. Let's go get you checked—baby!"

You feel yourself slipping, but Andy wasn't going to let you fall. She steadies you with her arms, even as your vision starts to wane.

You feel Andy hoisting you in her arms, possibly in a fireman carry. But you can't stand anymore, let alone protest her to say that you're fine.

"stay with me, baby," you hear Andy's voice, as you're swimming in and out of your consciousness.

Everything turns black.

—

You hear awful music playing in the distance. You cringe, and you try to turn it off. You slowly open your eyes, and it's the tv, stuck to the wall, playing a music segment. You look around you, and your eyes land on Andy, sitting next to your bed. You now realize you're in a hospital room.

Andy notices you awake, and her face is adorned with loving and worry. But mostly, relief. "Baby... You're finally awake," she caresses your cheek, a welcome sensation you feel longing for.

"hey... Baby..." You smile at her, though everything in your body hurts. "How... How long was I out?"

Andy shakes her head, looking tired. "A little over 3 days... Your leg survives, and you got a couple fractured ribs," she said as she rubs soothing circles on your hand, while holding it.

"I feel awful," you sigh. "Turns out that's the reason,"

Andy gives you a wry chuckle, clearly still worried. "Doctor said you'll make a full recovery in six weeks,"

"that's a long time," you whistle, and whistling kind of hurts.

Andy takes out a black box, taking the ring out of it. "Is this for me?"

Your cheeks warm up by the bit. "Yes,"

"and you've been carrying this with you the whole time?" Andy asks, a bit miffed.

You shrug... A bit shy. "Yeah, I have... I was trying to find the courage, to... To propose properly,"

Andy slides the ring on her finger... Looking at it, and she beams brilliantly, and you find yourself staring at her smile. "I love this,"

You sigh in relief. "And all I had to do was get stuck under the rubble of a collapsing skyscraper,"

Andy looks at you with an exasperated, but fond smile. She doesn't take the ring off as she sits on the side of your bed, and leans forward to your face. She gives your lips a peck, slow and thoughtful—holding herself back from more. "Can you believe that? We just got engaged,"

You find it hard to believe, but you feel happy. Over the moon, even. "My fiance Andy Herrera," you sound it out. "I can't wait to take your last name,"

Andy laughs, giving you another peck on the lips, this time lingering and sweet. "Good. I was hoping you'd take mine,"

You nod, and she lies down next to you, careful to avoid your stitches. She suddenly sits up again, as if remembering something. "Oh, yeah..."

"hm?"

"you were looking for someone named Freddie? During the skyscraper collapse," Andy mutters. "But we didn't find a kid or anyone by that name,"

"huh," you raised your eyebrows slightly.

"and you also came out on your own, you didn't have anyone with you. Does the name Freddie mean anything to you?"

You shake your head... And laugh to yourself. "Yeah, I... Freddie was my best friend in middle school,"

"you also got concussion, so," Andy shrugs, and lies back down on your side. "You got down the stairs by pure willpower,"

"well, I have someone I just had to marry," you mutter softly, and feel Andy nuzzling closer to your side.

All that's left to do is plan a wedding.

—

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(this was a request from @1d5soslittlemixonechicago )

#wlw imagine #station 19 #station 19 x reader #andy herrera #andy herrera x reader #andy herrera x you #andy herrera x female reader #freddie was the name of my cat. she passed away not too long ago‚ i want to put her here as a reminder to myself that- #-though we walk this life sometimes alone‚ animals will try their best to walk alongside us‚ even if it's just for a little while #she made my life less unbearable and i will never forget her

[katherinezeetajones]

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Andy Herrera x f reader

Summary: Andy got transferred away to 23 after clashing heads with the fire chief, leaving you and the others in 19. Unfortunately for the both of you, you can't be away from each other that long.

Previous parts can be seen in this post

It's been a good six months since the events with your ex happened, and a whole lot more things have happened since then. Andy got transferred to 23 after a debacle with the fire chief—for standing up for Maya, who immediately got demoted after the very same event; and the debris of the fallout also spread to you.

You can't see Andy as often anymore.

But you try your best anyway.

It's a breezy morning, and you wake up alone in your shitty, still sparsely furnished apartment. You promise yourself you're gonna start buying furniture now that you found a reason to stay, but you couldn't find the time or opportunity to.

You get yourself ready, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You don't like the way your reflection look without Andy kissing you, right next to you. You sigh, and get yourself to work.

But not before two stops.

First stop, coffee and bagels.

Second stop, station 23.

You park outside station 23, looking at the dreary building, made to look like a frat boy's dream. You go in without further ado.

You spot Andy, lifting weights inside the gym, her muscles taut but her stare far away, distant and aloof. She spots you from the corner of her eyes, and she put the weights down, eyes immediately lighting up ever so slightly.

"rookie," she walks to where you are, plastering on a smile at the sight of you, but the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"I got you coffee and bagels," you brandish the paper bag, handing it to her grateful hands.

She smiles at you, a little more genuine than the one she flashed before you handed her the food. "Thank you,"

"I'm sorry, Andy," you sigh, looking around at the boys club and how oppressive the air feels. "I'll, I'll find a way to get you back to 19,"

Andy sighs, eating the bagel without much decorum. "Not sure there's anything you can do about it, rookie. I think I blew it,"

"of course you didn't," you assure her, sitting on one of the stacked tires, Andy joining you. "The fire chief had beef with everyone who had smoke,"

"think I shouldn't have supported Maya?" She asks, searching your eyes for the answer.

"you did the right thing. But then again, I'm on your side even if you burned the whole world down,"

Andy chuckles bashfully at the sentiment. "You're so bad for my ego, rookie."

You laugh. You can feel the tension leaving her body, even if just a little. You lean in closer to her, and she puts a finger on your lips, stopping you.

"no, ew, I'm sweaty," Andy rejects your invitation for a kiss, albeit half serious. "My lips are full of bagel crumbs,"

"that's the perfect combination," you assure her. She laughs, and decides to kiss you after all. Her lips taste sweet, a tinge savory from the bagel crumbs, you can feel her melting in your embrace.

But as all good things, it must come to an end.

"ladder 23, aid car 23, requested to..." The alarm rings, making you both sigh. Andy even more so.

Her face falls, her eyes drop. Andy looks at you, the meaning behind her gaze a silent plea for help. "Duty calls,"

She stands up, and you as well. "You'll be back with us soon," you tell her.

She gives you a small, grateful yet disbelieving of a smile before she leaves for the call.

You watch her go, the engines leaving the barn one by one. Soon after, you drive back to 19.

—

"you're late," the new captain, Beckett—everyone's least favorite of all, chides you as you go in through the front. "Third time this week, sugar."

"I gave a notice," you sigh, not bothering to respond to his baby names.

"you visiting your little fire legacy girlfriend over at 23 isn't a good reason to be missing a chunk of the morning shift, sweetheart," he swings back with another baby name, making it hard for you to respect whatever presence he seems to be bringing into the station.

"she belongs here with me—with us," you press on, making your way to the barn as he follows you while nursing a cup of what seems like coffee.

"do your job. Herrera made her choice, and it's a bad one,"

You're irked, that's for sure. But decking your captain in the face isn't a good move, so you shelf that thought and get yourself to folding the hoses, ignoring him.

—

It's been weeks, and you feel Andy pulling away. You've been through this once, you won't go through it again. She needs you, and you can't back down. She needs you, and you know it.

So you knock on her apartment door, one sunday morning, off your shifts.

Andy opens it, still in her loose t-shirt and boxers, not bothering to tidy herself. "Rookie," she said softly, surprised to see you.

"I just, wanted to uh..." You try to come up with words that wouldn't get you sent away...

"come in," she ushers you in before you even finish your sentence.

-

You sit on the couch with Andy, doing nothing, the TV isn't even on, the bagels you brought untouched. She doesn't look at you, and you don't know what to do.

"Andy," you said softly, taking her hand in yours. "I'm worried about you,"

"I'm okay," she said back to you, not bothering to hide the weariness behind her words. "I'm just... I guess I'm regretting everything now. Being away from 19, from you—"

You hold her in your embrace, Andy warm in your hold. "I'll find... I'll find a way to get you back to your house,"

Andy looks up at you, a little disbelieving. "How?"

"I don't know," you shrug, but your determination is set.

Andy sighs, leans back onto you. She doesn't seem convinced, but she still holds you tight.

-

The news of fire chief McAlister's resignation doesn't come as a shock to many, but his replacement does.

Natasha Ross.

The first female fire chief, and a woman of color, too!

So you approach her outside the HR building, one sunny afternoon, with an agenda of your own.

"chief Ross," you greet her as she takes her coffee, and she regards you with a curt nod.

"good afternoon," she replies to you, poised and graceful.

"chief, I'm not going to waste your time," you walk in step with her as she goes to her destination, where it is unknown to you. "But the chief before you—mcAlister, he, he put Andy—I mean Lieutenant Herrera in station 23 because of his own ego—"

"...and you want her back in 19?" She asks, accurate as she can be.

"...yes, chief," you nod, seeing no way to fib to her. "23 is a boys' club, it's, ugh, aside from making Andy miserable, it's also a den of hazing, sexist rituals, and the culture overall is so degrading—from what I could tell,"

She looks at you as she sips her coffee, stopping in her tracks. "You know, firefighter. You just solved a big problem for me,"

You raise your eyebrows. "...Huh?"

Natasha gives you a curt nod. "Thank you for bringing that to my attention. I can't promise you anything, but I'll do my best to put Herrera back to 19,"

"uh, that's..." You want to add some more, but she walks past you to her car, leaving you and your unfinished sentence in the dust.

You watch her car go, dumbfounded. "...I feel like I just did something wrong,"

—

Evening, end of your shift. It's been a couple days since you talked to chief Ross about bringing Andy back to 19, but you haven't heard anything so far. And in your little heart, you're relieved nothing happened yet, because you're scared of what might happen... If something does happen.

You get your stuff you need to go back home for the day, and you feel a warm sensation enveloping your whole back.

You lean your head back, and feel someone familiar kissing the side of your neck.

"Andy," you gasp softly, and feel her arms snaking around your hips.

"rookie," she whispers softly behind your ears... Making you sigh quietly. "I have news,"

You turn around to see her, and her face looks as if a ton of weight has been lifted off her shoulders. "What is it?"

Andy hums in excitement, and when she can't contain it any longer, she blurts it out; "I'm coming back to 19, starting tomorrow,"

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Oh my god... What?"

She nods, and hugs you excitedly. "Chief Ross just came by to 23 earlier today, says she's making some adjustments or something, and she reassigned everybody... And I'm going back to 19,"

You hug her back, half nervous at what the adjusments mean. "Andy, that's... That's amazing, I'm so happy—"

She cuts you off with a kiss onto your lips, sweet and excitable. "Sorry, I'm just so giddy right now—"

You hold her hands, smiling. "You have every right to be,"

She notices your face, and gives you a look. "... what's wrong?"

You know better than to lie to Andy...

"I uh... Might have talked to chief Ross the other week about that,"

"about what?" Andy asks, a little miffed.

"...about... The culture of 23... And how I wanted to bring you back to 19," you finish the sentence with a palpable amount of fear of how Andy's going to react.

Andy's face is more confused than anything. "You don't actually think chief is gonna close down 23, do you...?"

You wince...

"I, I'm not sure, I'm sorry..." You shrink yourself, so Andy has no part of you she'll be able to get.

But she gets what she wants.

"so you went ahead and talked to chief Ross about needing me back at 19, without telling me?"

"...yeah," you said as a matter-of-factly. No point wasting words. "...I'm sorry, I think I fucked up,"

Andy quietly gives you a look. She visibly thinks for a moment, and finally speaks. "...you know, rookie... The last time someone went behind my back, it was to steal something from me, to backstab me, but you..."

'please don't break up with me.'

"...you did it for me," Andy looks at you with a touched expression, one that you didn't expect.

"I mean, yeah... I... I know how much this station means to you," you shrug, still expecting something bad to happen.

Andy wraps her arms around your neck, shaking her head. "No, I know... 19 is my home, but... You, rookie... You're my flame,"

You laugh at the sudden poetic waxing. "Oh, wow, your flame? Something that needs to be put out?"

She rolls her eyes, pressing her lips onto you. You welcome it more than anything. Despite being almost the same height, she towers over you, completely overtaking you with her whole being. And you do nothing to stop her.

She parts from the kiss, making you want for more. She presses her forehead against yours, flush. "I love you, rookie."

You're taken aback, to say the least. "You do?"

Andy chuckles. "Don't sound so surprised. It's pretty obvious, we've spent almost three years together. It actually makes me feel kinda bad that I've never said it out loud to you until now,"

It doesn't feel real. "Wow, but that's—"

"but nothing," Andy cut you off, ready to argue. "You deserve the world, rookie—so don't try to sell yourself short by thinking you're unworthy of love,"

You swallow, caressing her cheek with the back of your thumb. "I... I love you, Andy,"

She smiles, and you can feel it from your hand, still on her cheek. "isn't this so romantic? Saying our first ever I love yous near the showers,"

You laugh, a little lightheaded. "There are worse places to say it in,"

"welcome home, Andy."

Andy shakes her head. "No, I... I'm home as long as you're here with me,"

You bashfully smile. "I'm not going anywhere."

She takes your hand, and you let yourself be pulled towards the beanery, to celebrate her return to 19.

And there's no other place you wanna be.

—

Tagging @geekyandgay98

#wlw imagine #station 19 #station 19 x reader #andy herrera #andy herrera x reader #andy herrera x you #andy herrera x f!reader #andy herrera x female reader

[katherinezeetajones]

In a world obsessed with productivity, being a bloke who does fuckall is an act of sublime rebellion

[katherinezeetajones]

Core

Summary: you've been together with Andy for almost a year, but when your toxic ex comes to Seattle looking for you, who knows what Andy could do?

Andy Herrera x f reader, depicted violence and emotional abuse, mature audiences only

Prev. Parts can be seen in this mega list

You've been together with Andy for almost a year. You've been working at station 19 roughly around the same time, and you couldn't be happier. Everybody enjoys your company as you enjoyed theirs, they shared their secrets as you've learned to share yours. Andy opened her heart to you, and you to her.

Neither of you have said the L word to each other yet... But you know you have been feeling it for quite some time for Andy, and you want to say it out loud, proclaim it from the rooftops, sing it to Andy, the list goes on.

But it's not gonna be today. Your heart drops at the sound of her voice over the phone call, beguiling and disarming—everything you've tried to run away from when you transferred away to Seattle.

Your ex girlfriend, Bonnie.

"baby, listen to me. I'm in town, and I want to meet up. Just hang out, y'know?" Her voice crackles over the line, luring you with her intoxicating allure, though now you feel that she's toxic, more than anything.

"that will never happen. Who gave you my number?" You pinch your eyebrows, trying to keep your voice even as you look for a hidden corner in the barn to continue talking.

She's quiet for a while, and you can feel it. Bonnie is pissed, but she hides it with a sweet voice, like so; "I have my ways, baby. I know where you work, I'll drop by and say hi soon,"

You hang up without saying anything, shoving your phone into your pants pocket a little too roughly. you sit in the back of an open aid car, hands on your head.

"is... Everything okay?" A voice calls out from behind you.

You immediately whip your head around to see Andy, in the middle of restocking the medical supplies. You compose yourself, shaking your head a little too vigorously to be believable. "It's, it's all good, Andy, I..."

Andy gives you a concerned smile, and she immediately put her task aside, sitting down next to you. She gently squeezes your thigh, making you sigh. "No, no... You promised me that you will be honest with me, remember? We can be honest with each other, so tell me,"

You look into her eyes, your whole being reflected in them, and you hate it. You hate being vulnerable, you literally became a firefighter a decade ago so you don't have to do all the touchy feely stuff. But you love Andy, and you promised her. So you sigh. "I... My ex is in town,"

"is that the problem?" Andy asks, a little confused. She knows you well enough not to be miffed, and instead asks you with curiosity.

You shake your head... And sigh. "yes and no. Bonnie was... I guess, still is, in a way, toxic,"

"toxic how?" Andy follows up, taking your hand in hers, her warmth making you feel like you're on fire, yet completely okay.

"like... She was so controlling, I... I met her when I was 16, and she was... 23," and now that you say it out loud, you wince to yourself, wondering why you ever let yourself date Bonnie.

Andy's eyebrows raise, and she takes a deep breath. "Okay... Not a good start of the story..."

You nod, if not a little pained at having to tell Andy one of the lowest points of your life. "I thought she was the one, y'know? She... Made me feel special, treated me like I'm a grown up, we... we got into so much trouble together, and I was feeling weightless in the middle of it all, like I'm flying in the clouds... I thought I loved her, but it turns out she... What's the word, she was... Uh, brushing—"

"grooming," Andy corrects you, smiling a little at your mishap. You can't help but smile at how easy it is for her to know your thoughts, for better or worse. "And then what?"

"and yeah, she was... Grooming me to be her child bride or something... So I gathered the courage to uh, to move to a new city, applied to be a firefighter, and... Here I am, ten years after," you shrug, not really knowing what else to say about the matter.

Andy looks at you with nothing but affection in her eyes, and it only solidified after your story. She takes your intertwined hands and put it up to her chest, keeping it there. "I'm glad you're here, with me,"

"me too," you purse your lips, leaning your head on her shoulder.

"...did she hit you?" Andy asks, with a quieter volume... But a louder emotion she can't quite place.

You shake your head. "No, never... But she was always making me feel terrible when I couldn't spend time with her, like I always have to be available to her... I skipped so much school because of that,"

You can feel Andy's muscles tensing from her shoulder you're leaning on, and she huffs out a grunt. "Don't tell me you're going to meet her,"

You laugh, almost a little offended. "Fuck no,"

Andy relaxes a little, but she doesn't let go of your hand. "I'm... sorry, I... I hate the idea of you seeing her again,"

You grin to yourself, sheepish from Andy's protectiveness. "I won't," you look up to her, giving her a peck on the lips—which she welcomes.

"Engine 19, aid car 19, requested to..." The alarm sounds out the rest, and you two reluctantly part, getting ready for the call.

—

Later that afternoon... it's an empty station, save for Travis in the barn, mopping the floor from grease. Nobody is manning the receptionist desk, and a woman walks in.

Travis looks to the source of the sound, and he makes his way to the front. He greets the nondescript looking woman, who's looking at the pictures of station 19 crew smiling with kids on the bulletin board. "Hi, can I help you, ma'am?"

She turns around, smiling disarmingly. "not at all... I'm looking for..." She looks at the pictures, pointing at a person smiling next to Andy, and points at her. "For her? Is she in today? I have something I needed to talk about with her,"

Travis shakes his head no. "No, sorry... She's out on a call. But maybe, if you want I can deliver your message to her...?"

The woman shakes her head no, with a devastatingly charming smile. "No, it's okay. I'll come back later, thank you,"

Travis nods with a courteous smile, then goes back to the barn, resuming his mopping.

After seeing Travis gone, the woman looks around again, and seeing as nobody else is present, she takes the picture she was pointing at earlier, off the bulletin board.

She leaves the station with a memento.

—

You and 19 finished the call, nothing you can't handle together. You walk with Andy back to the aid car, as you're on driving duty. Andy nudges your shoulder with a cheeky smile.

"so... You wanna fool around in the aid car for a bit?" She asks, giving you a sly expression.

You bite your lower lip...

"yeah," you said easily, amused yourself by how Andy is 90% of your impulse control but also the cause of your impulses.

She speeds off to the aid car, leaving you in the dust. She beckons you to speed up, which you do with a small smile.

-

You're kissing Andy in the back of the aid car (with the doors closed), straddling her lap as she cradles your face in her hands, your hands all over her back, and your clothes are starting to feel really bothersome.

"rookie... You want...?" Andy asks, panting inbetween kissing you, her hand at the buckle of your belt all of a sudden.

You groan. "No... Andy, remember the last time we did that...? We got caught and was turned into a meme in the group chat,"

Andy chuckles, but she doesn't let go of your hips, as you're still sitting on her lap. "The memes were funny,"

You give her a look.

She sighs. "Fine... Let's stick to just making out then,"

You comply without a second's hesitation.

—

In the evening, as the engines and aid cars park back inside the barn, A shift is getting ready to go home for the day. You're just about finished taking the last of your things out of the locker when you feel a hand wrapping around your hips, making you instinctively grin.

"Andy, stop..." You turn around with a cheeky smile, and rightly so, Andy is biting her lip, pulling your hips flush with hers in the middle of the empty locker area.

"wanna grab dinner at our usual food truck?" She asks, giving you a conspiratorial smile.

You sigh a small smile. "We can just call it by its name, y'know. nobody's around,"

"you don't know that, rookie. They have ears everywhere, and I want to gatekeep the food to ourselves,"

You caress her cheek with one hand, amused at her immaturity you only recently discovered her having. "You make a good point. But... I need to go to the self storage tonight, finally found a buyer for the couch,"

Andy nods, if not a little disappointed. "Right. That's $150 for me, $30 for you, right?"

You scoff in disbelief. "Oh, and when did we come up with that agreement?"

She shrugs with a devious grin. "Last night at my place, after... I don't know, the fifth round?"

You let out an involuntary laugh. "That doesn't count, that was post-orgasm talking—"

"what are you lovebirds talking about?" Vic suddenly comes into the locker area, a knowing smile on her face as she takes her fine toothed comb out of her duffle bag.

Andy doesn't let go of your hips, but her grip slacken. "Just sex stuff,"

Vic nods without much thought. "Huh, y'know, at first you two were such a hot topic when we all first found out, but now you're just overwhelming us with your PDA that it becomes boring,"

You protest. "Hey. We're not boring,"

Andy shrugs. "We kind of are,"

Vic laughs on her way out. "When's the wedding?"

She leaves the question to die in the air, making you both swallow the sentiment without talking about it.

"right, I gotta go," you remember your couch situation, and Andy lets you go. You give Andy a quick kiss on the lips, and she hugs you goodbye.

—

You enter the self storage space in downtown Seattle, a good twenty minute drive away from the station. You wave the manager lazily sitting behind the counter, who doesn't acknowledge your arrival other than giving you a grunt.

After walking a bit, you stand in front of your storage space, fish your keys out from your bag, but you accidentally fumbled and dropped it.

"still clumsy like the old days," a voice dryly chuckles, alarming you.

You whip your head around, begging to the gods that it's not who you think it is.

It's who you think it is.

It's Bonnie, your ex, in the flesh.

She gives you a charming smile, but it quickly drops, and as it drops—you feel something heavy hitting you on the side of your temples...

And everything goes dark.

—

You don't know how much time has passed. Everything in your vision is spinning as you slowly come to, though you're slowly starting to be able to focus on what you're looking at.

"Bonnie," you sit up groggily on the ground, clutching the side of your temple and feel something wet. Blood.

Bonnie sits on the couch you're trying to sell, and now you realize she's locked you both inside your storage room. She looks at you with nothing but calm on her face, but you know she's never calm. "I tried looking for you earlier at station 19, but that sweet freckled guy told me you were out on a call,"

You sit up, fully come to, head throbbing and your heart pounding a mile a minute. "So you followed me,"

She shrugs, leaning back on the couch. "You ran away from our hometown, our friends, you ran from me—what the hell happened, baby? Why the sudden move?"

You feel like you're going to throw up. Bonnie has never been like this. Back then, she was emotionally immature, yet manipulative—impulsive, yet scarily calculating when it comes to her own best interest; but this? This is serial killer level behavior.

You try looking for your phone, but it's in your bag... Your bag, sitting pretty right next to Bonnie. Bonnie looks at where you're looking at, and she looks back at you with a thin smile.

"I'm not a serial killer, baby. I just wanna talk,"

"then open the doors, let's talk," you bargain, but you know it's futile. When Bonnie wants something, she always have to have what she wants.

"the last time I let you talk, baby—you left me and our whole town, and I couldn't find you for ten years," Bonnie mutters rather sharply, her tone spiking at the end, however still calm and composed.

You sit up straighter, trying to think of your options. You could talk to her now, see what she wants, maybe she wants to hang out like she said!

But you know better than that. Bonnie was malicious then, but judging from the way she bludgeoned your head and locked you both in here without a way for you to escape, Bonnie is volatile now.

"talk, yeah, okay... Talk about what?" You ask, at the same time trying to think of a way to call for help.

Bonnie thinks for a moment. "What about this?" She takes out a paper from her shirt pocket, and it's a photo. A photo of you, smiling with Andy, big toothed grin on your faces. "Who is she?"

You swallow nervously. "Just someone I work with,"

She clicks her tongue, seemingly getting agitated. "Doesn't look like just a co-worker, baby. Who is she?"

"that's not why you came here, is it? You came here for me," you try to distract her, eyes scanning your storage space, trying to remember where you put things.

"yes, that's true," Bonnie nods, getting up from the couch, walking around your space. She then whips her head around at you, face scrunched up in confusion. "What the fuck happened to us, baby? It used to be just you and me, huh? And now you... You just... Ran away?"

You're terrified for your life. You truly, truly are. But you've watched enough true crime documentaries and observed Bonnie for so long to know that if she walks out of here after killing you, she's gonna go after Andy next.

So you breathe.

"Bonnie, what's between us was... It was great, y'know? But... We got into so much trouble, and, well... Our time has passed, Bonnie. We gotta move on with our lives, doesn't mean that I ran away,"

Even though you actually did ran away.

Bonnie doesn't want to accept that as a valid answer. She shakes her head, and grabs you by the collar, dragging you to your feet. "We were in love,"

"our time together has passed," you insist on the sentiment, trying to keep yourself calm.

She roughly let you go with a grunt, looking away from you. "Does your new girlfriend make you feel like you're flying high? Like when you're with me?"

"no," you shake your head, spotting your gardening tools at the corner of your eye, sitting on the corner of the storage. "She makes me feel like I'm standing on solid ground."

"and how is that better?" She scoffs.

"she makes me want to be a better version of myself. Firefighting is my calling, Bonnie—we were never meant to be together,"

"don't fucking say that," she sneers, visibly displeased with your choice of words.

It's now or never.

You dive sideways, snatching a lighter from the corner of a nearby table. You skid into the corner where your gardening supplies are, grabbing a bottle of pesticide.

Bonnie's eyes widen at your actions. "What do you think you're doing?"

You flicked the lighter open. "Run, Bonnie. Get out of here,"

She only scoffs. "You don't have the guts. You think you have what it takes to kill me? You think that'll work?"

You keep the lighter open near the pesticide bottle, holding them both up. "Get out, Bonnie."

She shakes her head in disbelief. "And what if I don't? What if, instead, I take you home with me, back to our hometown, and we live happily ever after?"

"and what if I don't come with you?"

"then I'll go for your girlfriend," she shrugs easily. "Clearly, she's the reason you don't want to leave Seattle,"

You've made up your mind. You're not gonna let that happen to Andy.

So it should only happen to you.

You opened the pesticide, poured it onto the ground around you, and you drop your lighter, and everything goes ablaze.

Bonnie's wide-eyed expression of shock is the last thing you see as you stagger backwards, the fire creating a wall between you and her.

—

Andy hasn't left the station, as it turns out. She's busy talking to Maya about shift changes in her office, when the alarm suddenly rings out.

"engine 19, aid 19, requested to..."

Andy can feel her heart drop. She turns to Maya, expression horrified. "That's where rookie is at right now,"

Maya doesn't waste time. She nods at Andy, and they both get out of there, and onto the destination.

-

"...you don't think it's her, do you?" Warren asks as he drives the engine, Andy sitting shotgun in the senior man spot.

Andy's growing restless, failing at trying not to show it. "I hope not,"

Warren sympathetically nods, eyes still on the road. "I know we make jokes and memes about you two being a thing, but... I think you're both..."

"...meant to be?" Andy finished Ben's sentiment with a small smile, despite herself.

"yeah, something like that," Warren shrugs.

"I know," Andy leans her head on her hand, as her hand leans on the engine window frame. "Because I feel it too, and yet... I haven't even told her I love her,"

"call her, then,"

Andy doesn't even argue. She pulls out her phone, and dials your number.

Nobody picked up.

Andy sighs, focusing her gaze on the road instead.

They drive the rest in uneasy silence.

—

As 19 arrives on the scene, the storage space lot is halfway engulfed in flames, but luckily, nobody is found injured so far.

Maya talks to the manager of the space, trying to remain focused. "Excuse me, can you tell me if anybody is still inside?"

The manager thinks. "Uh... There's the... The ditzy kid, the firefighter? She hasn't come out,"

Maya nods uneasily. "Which number?"

Andy hops off the engine, taking the hose down, getting ready to kill the fire.

Maya approaches Andy, face somber. "She's in there, we're gonna send a team to get her,"

Andy's eyes widen, dropping the hose without hesitation. "I'll go in there,"

Maya shakes her head, holding Andy back from rushing in to the active fire. "No, you're too close to this, Andy—we'll send in a team,"

Andy feels red in the face. "No, not when the woman I love—"

Maya doesn't budge, though her microexpression sheds a shred of sympathy. "I get it, Andy, but you can't go in there—"

And as luck would have it, the recovery team steps out of the entrance, carrying an unconscious you on a backboard... And Bonnie.

Andy immediately rushes to your side, tears free falling from her eyes as the team walks on. "Rookie? Rookie, oh my god, rookie, wake up!"

"Herrera, you can ride with her in the aid car," one of her colleagues carrying the backboard nods at Andy, which she doesn't pay attention to, too preoccupied at the thought of losing you.

"rookie, wake up, rookie, my love..." Andy pleads, cradling your face in her hand.

You slowly come to at the sound of Andy's voice, echoing in the back of your mind. "... Andy,"

She let out a choked sob, a relieved laugh escaping her lips. "Hey, yeah, yeah, I'm here... I'm here... Your, your head is pretty banged up, too, aside from these burns,"

You lift your head up slightly, and see Bonnie loaded up into a different aid car. "That's... That was my ex, Bonnie,"

Andy's face darken, despite her tears. "What...? Did she set fire to the place...?"

"no, I... I..." Your head hurts so much, and everything else hurts too.

You feel yourself being loaded into the aid car, and Andy rides with you.

They close the doors, and the aid car is on its way to grey sloan.

"what the hell happened, rookie?"

"well..." You groan weakly, the drip of saline being infused into you not really kicking in just yet.

You manage to tell Andy the full story, and her face journey fluctuates between saddened and angered... But as your story ends, she's just so relieved you're still here.

She squeezes your hand in hers, her face full of unsaid things. "I'm just... I'm glad you're okay, rookie..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry anyone—"

"you should know by now that you have people that care about you, rookie,"

You slowly nod, fully understanding the weight of her words. "I guess I'm just starting to really accept that,"

"I... I love you, rookie," Andy said slowly, but surely. "Our job is dangerous, and... I don't want another day to go by without me telling you this,"

You feel your cheeks splitting from the smiling you're doing, though part of that is also from the burns you've suffered from the fire. "Really...?"

"really," Andy nods, resolute. "I don't even know why I didn't say it sooner,"

You bashfully sigh. "I... I love you, Andy,"

Andy grins brilliantly, radiantly. "Yeah?"

"I think that's kind of obvious," you offer with a sly smile.

"...maybe. but it's nice to hear it out loud," Andy chuckles softly, kissing your knuckles.

—

You were given a four week leave due to your injuries, and you were discharged after week one. The night you were admitted into grey sloan, detectives question you, and you told them the truth.

It took some convincing from your captain, but the detectives decided that you're not found guilty in lieu of self defense, while Bonnie will be charged with assaulting a firefighter, and will face time.

You persuaded the detectives to also give Bonnie a psychiatrist beforehand, as your ex also showed symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder, and they shrug out a maybe.

It's been three weeks into your paid leave, and you decide to use your day off to visit Bonnie, still in the hospital.

"hey," you slowly walk over to the edge of her bed, and she watches you without any expression.

Her heavily bandaged limbs makes you feel almost sorry for her, if not for the years of emotional violence you've suffered under her hands. She scoffs at your arrival. "Came to take a gander at your work?"

You purse your lips. "I told you to run, Bonnie. That it didn't have to end this way,"

"and I'm going to prison today, right after they discharge me. And all I wanted was your love,"

You swallow. You're not falling for this again. "You don't want my love. You wanted somebody to control, but I outgrew you."

She chuckles dryly. "Why'd you do it, then? Why ask some psychiatrist to counsel me and shit if you hate me so much?"

"I don't need to like you to give you a helping hand, Bonnie. I'm a firefighter. I save lives,"

Bonnie doesn't answer. You tap the metallic edge of the bed railing with a nod, giving her a goodbye.

You exit her room, immediately bumping into Andy in her civilian clothes. You raise your eyebrows. "Andy? Why are you here?"

Andy shrugs. "I thought I'd find you here. I also heard they're gonna take your ex to jail,"

You nod with a small sigh. "I'm glad you're here,"

Andy gives you a small smile, hugging your sides. "Give you a ride back home?"

"perfect," you nod, content.

"but... You go first," Andy gives you her keys. "I have to use the bathroom,"

You nod, leaving grey sloan with Andy's car keys in hand.

Andy wordlessly watches you leave, and after your silhouette is well gone from the view, she enters Bonnie's hospital room.

Andy stops at the edge of her bed, getting an eyebrow raise out of Bonnie.

"so you're the girlfriend," Bonnie mutters amusedly.

"I'm not just the girlfriend," Andy exclaims, hands in her pockets. "I'm the girlfriend that's going to make her so unbelievably happy, that you will be nothing but a decade long bad dream,"

Bonnie scoffs.

Andy leans forward, no sort of sympathy in her eyes. "I hope you rot in jail."

And with that, Andy walks out of the hospital.

—

After a long while, Andy finally gets into the driver's seat, with you shotgun.

"took you long enough," you softly chuckle.

Andy shrugs. "I got a little side tracked,"

"ready to go home?" You ask her.

She nods. "I love you,"

"I love you too," you say it back without hesitation.

"let's go home." She smiles at you, and drives you both home.

—

Tagging: @geekyandgay98

#wlw imagine #station 19 #station 19 x reader #andy herrera #andy herrera x reader #andy herrera x you #station 19 x you #andy herrera x female reader

[katherinezeetajones]

Brusquely, Ava

Summary: Ava is annoyed by your presence... but what annoys her more is the way she's annoyed with you is somehow different from the way she's annoyed with Janine. set somewhere around the finale of season 1.

Ava Coleman x f reader | reluctant enemies to friends to... 👀❓

"Morning, principal Coleman," You greet your new workplace principal as she walk past you in the hallway, 7 o' clock in the morning.

She whips her head around to face you, miffed. "Did we hire interns from build-a-bear or something? What's up with that thing going on with your face?"

"Uh, I'm smiling... and I'm the new teacher... that you hired last week? This... this is my first day," You explain, a little put off by the bluntness and... frankly, rudeness of her.

Ava looks you up and down, head to toe... and she shakes her head with a small groan. "Great. Look, the district knew we were in need of one more teacher for the semester, so I just picked the sexiest sounding name of the roster, I didn't think it'd be a woman, let alone a... you type," she emphasized the you with a gesture of her hand, making circles around you.

"You type?"

Ava sighs. She stops walking along the hallway, and you stop following her. "Yeah, like Janine. You're a... you know, the annoying type,"

You crease your eyebrows in confusion. "I don't follow,"

"you'll see what I mean," she waves you off, speeding up the rest of her walk to the principal's office, leaving you miffed in the middle of the school's hallway.

—

You, in fact, did not see what she mean.

You're in the teacher's lounge, immediately welcomed by none other than the Janine that Ava was comparing you to.

"so, this is Gregory... He's a cool guy, if you catch my drift," Janine introduces you to your new colleagues, and you shake Gregory's hand. Gregory comes off aloof, but you can tell he has a big heart, and maybe a bit of a thing going on for Janine.

Janine takes you along on her impromptu tour, introducing you to Barbara and Melissa, busy in their own world. Then to Jacob, who is the personification of pumpkin spice latte.

By the time your breaks are almost up, you stop walking around the lounge, asking Janine to sit with you. "Thank you, Janine, for giving me the grand tour..."

"no problem," Janine shrugs with a smile, her energy infectious. "We gotta have each other's backs, y'know? Otherwise, we'll get steamrolled by private school teachers,"

"speaking of teachers..." You remembered your conversation with Ava earlier in the morning. "Do you know what the deal is... With our principal?"

Janine's face scrunches up a little. "Well, that's Ava... She uh, she can be a bit..."

"tone deaf," Barbara chimes in, books in her hand, giving you a small nod before going to her class.

"insensitive," Melissa adds on, leaving the lounge right after Barbara.

Gregory stands up, shrugging at you as a form of sympathy before he too, leaves the lounge.

Janine turns back to you, nodding with pursed lips. "Yeah, what they said,"

"...but she's got to be good at her job, right? Otherwise, why would she be a principal?" You argue, which Janine winces at with narrowed eyes.

"well..." Janine sucks in her cheeks, clicking her tongue, unsure of how to address it. "There was this whole... blackmail situation..."

Your eyes widen. "She blackmailed someone to give her the job?"

Janine stands up abruptly, picking up her things for class. "I didn't say that—you connected the dots yourself—Speaking of, I'm running late for class. I'll see you later, bye!"

...And she's gone like the wind. You end up with more questions that answers when it comes to the principal.

—

A few weeks after, you've found your rhythm, your kids already accustomed to your methods, and you love teaching—that part comes the most naturally. The socializing with other teachers part? That's a bit harder. But everybody is kind and welcoming, making settling in to this new job easier.

Ava, however, is still one big mystery to you.

She's hot and cold. She makes tiktok videos in her office, for whatever the hell of a reason instead of her job. She has a side job of selling her old blouses on the internet, and uses the school as the return address. She's unfriendly towards Janine, yet Janine doesn't even seem phased by this?

And her treatment towards you... Oh boy... It's weird.

Right now you're with the school on an excursion to the zoo, the sun high in the sky with the temperature to match. You herd your kids to the elephants area, and there you find Ava again—taking selfies with her leopard printed, finely fitting top in front of the exhibits.

"principal Coleman," you call out to her. "You're blocking the kids' view,"

She lowers her phone to look at you, unamused. "I am the view."

You sigh. "Can't you take turns with the elephants being the view? The kids have been wanting to see these elephants for some time now,"

Ava scoffs. "Lollipop Guild, I know you didn't just compare me to an elephant,"

"I didn't—that's not—" you try to explain your way out, but she stops you with a pat on your shoulder.

"I'm messing with you, kidz bop Black Widow. Go do your thing," she gives you a small chuckle as she walks past you, finding the next exhibit to be her backdrop of choice.

You watch her go, astonished at her nonchalance.

Melissa stops by with her kids to the exhibit right next to yours, pursing her lips with resignation. "Ava busting your chops?"

You shrug. "Not really. I mean, I know she busts everyone's chops... But it feels like... Whenever she's about to bust my chops... She just, stops halfway?"

Melissa scoffs at the sentiment. "Then she must want something from you,"

"I don't have a social media presence she can profit off," you explain, eyebrows raised.

"eh, then I got nothing," Melissa shrugs, turning her attention back to her kids.

—

As the excursion is coming to an end as evening comes, you guide your kids back into the assigned bus. You look around, seeing if anyone is missing, but they're all accounted for.

You look around the other way, and Ava is off in the distance, looking lost.

'Just ignore her, she's probably trying to pull off a scheme to trick hot dads into helping her or something...'

You hand the reins to Melissa to help guide your kids into the bus, and you make your way to Ava.

Near the shrubberies, you find Ava crouching, looking confused. "Lost something?" You ask her.

She looks up at you, slightly disappointed. "Well, I'd hoped one of the hot dads coming here would be the one approaching me, but whatever,"

You sigh, and turn on your heels to walk back to your kids. 'so it IS a scheme.'

"wait, dance of the sugarplum fairy," she stops you, and you turn around with a sigh at her umpteenth nickname for you. "I did lose my phone. One of Barbara's kids needed to call her mom, and I should've known better than to let a preschooler borrow my phone,"

You wordlessly crouch down next to her, helping Ava look. "Didn't take you for the type of person to let a kid use your phone,"

Ava scoffs. "And I never will again. I hate teaching,"

"but you're the principal," you're miffed, spreading your hand under the shrub, trying to feel for the phone.

Ava shakes her head. "Didn't anyone tell you? I got this job after blackmailing the superintendent, caught him cheating on his wife,"

You raise your eyebrows, looking at her. "That's one way to get a job,"

"what? Gonna say what I did was morally bankrupt?" Ava scoffs, expecting you to live up to the type she assigned to you.

You shake your head. "Was it wrong? Yeah. But... You do care about the kids,"

She laughs dryly at your sentiment. "Don't make me look like a softie. That's your job,"

"I'm not like Janine," you roll your eyes. "She's a better person than me—and a bigger softie,"

"yeah, barbie and the nutcracker? You and your pastel cardigans wanna argue that?"

You laugh. Okay, the nicknames are funny. Ava sees you laughing, which softens her gaze at you. "I like soft colors, doesn't mean I'm soft. I used to get into fights all the time,"

Now it's Ava's turn to be surprised. "As a kid?"

You shake your head, now your search for her phone moving its directions further away from the buses preparing to leave. "No, as an adult. I was once in one of those illegal underground boxing rings,"

She laughs in disbelief. "Yeah, right. And your opponents are clouds?"

You laugh with a little shake of your head. "Sure. If the clouds were 7 foot tall bodybuilders who could give you spinal damage,"

She looks a bit put off—but she shakes it off, standing up to look for her phone elsewhere. "Damn, Odette. Didn't peg you as a street fighter. But I guess it made sense from when I saw your abs,"

You follow her into the sea life exhibit, miffed. "Saw my abs?"

"yeah, you know, when you're changing?"

"when did you get to see that?" You ask, astonished.

"last week, when Jamal spilled spaghetti sauce all over your hello kitty blouse and you had to change in the janitor's closet?"

Your eyes widen. "But I closed the door—"

"didn't close it enough," Ava shrugs, but you swear you saw a tinge of flush on her cheeks as she said that.

'oh,' you think to yourself. "Ava..."

Ava looks directly through you. She pushes past you, looking over the railing of an emu exhibit. She turns to you, alarmed. "Found it,"

She points at a vaguely brick shaped object near the rocks in the enclosure, and sure enough—it's Ava's phone. You look at her. "Great, then...?"

She doesn't move. "Well," she crosses her arms. "I'm not getting my hands dirty,"

You sigh. You climbed over the railing, alarming one nearby zoo staff.

"Cirque Du Soleil, what the hell?" Ava widens her eyes in shock, gripping the edges of the railings to get a better look at what you're getting yourself into.

You carefully look around, wary of the emus. You find Ava's phone lying on the dirt, and you grab it.

"ma'am, you can't be in there!" One of the zoo staff flags you down, but doesn't get in to the enclosure.

"yeah, I got that," you purse your lips, climbing your way back up to the main path. With the staff helping you, you manage to get back on the path, to a worried looking Ava.

"why did you do that?" Ava asks you as you hand her her phone, all sorts of troubled expression on her face. "I mean, I get that I'm sexy and everybody wants me, but—"

"that's precisely why," you plainly answer.

"what?" Ava does a double take.

"you wanna get coffee sometime?" You shoot your shot. Hell, you've just been into an emu's enclosure. You still have some courage and andrenaline left.

The zoo staff slowly backs out of the conversation, turning the other way.

Ava looks at you, weighing her options while clicking her tongue. "Hm," she seems to ponder. "Saturday, 3pm."

"Cuppa Joe's?" You confirm.

She nods, flicking her hair back with an enigmatic smile. "And don't go thinking I'll play favorites when we're on the job,"

You laugh. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Ava's fluster turns into one of disgust when she looks down on your pants, all dirty from the emu enclosure. "Get yourself cleaned up, Patrick Swayze. We're not dirty dancing in the bus."

Laughing, you walk with Ava back to one of the buses, the bus driver already waiting for the two of you at the door.

This was an excursion for the ages!

#ava coleman #ava coleman x reader #ava coleman x female reader #ava coleman x you #abbott elementary x reader #wlw imagine

[katherinezeetajones]

Valley Debutante

Summary: you are a new kid in town, suddenly embroiled in the world of karate... Your better angels tell you to join miyagi do—knowing the devil rests in cobra kai.

But my oh my... In the devil's den sits Tory Nichols.

And you have never wanted to dance with the devil as badly as you do now.

part one of five

Tory Nichols x female reader, teen and up, swearing, angst, bits of fluff, slow burn

—

'why can't your parents just have you enroll after summer break?' the thought occur to you, sighing wearily as you stuff your books into your new locker. You've been trying—and failing to adjust to your life as a transfer student in San Fernando Valley this whole week—and your peers are surprisingly cliquey about martial arts, which is something you haven't encountered before.

A fist suddenly slams the locker door right next to yours, making you wince. You look to the one doing it...

And it's the most gorgeous girl you've ever laid your eyes on.

Tory Nichols, whom you've only ever seen wandering the hallways when class isn't in motion.

"hey princess, how are you liking it here?" She asks you, her face a teasing smirk as she looks you up and down, settling her gaze on your lips... Whether she realizes it or not, that's what she's doing.

You raise an eyebrow, an honor roll student in the masterclass of being bullied your whole life. So you try to take the high road this time. Juvie is only gonna be breezy once, not so good two time around, turns out shattering your bully's teeth doesn't count as self defense. "It's nice. I find calculus hard,"

Tory scoffs at your response, looking over to her entourage of irritating looking boys with a disbelieving smirk. She looks back at you with an irked expression. "Yeah? Heard you were cozying up to Robby Keene the other day during chemistry. What do you gotta say about that?"

'oh, you're straight,' you thought to yourself, slumping your shoulder ever so slightly, in unearned disappointment. "There was no cozying up," you explain, much to her disbelief.

"then what was that?" She asks, leaning closer against you, trying to intimidate you.

You shrug. "Look, I'll be frank with you. I'm sorry if he's your boyfriend or something, but there was nothing going on. He was being helpful, that's all,"

She doesn't seem to buy it. Her face leans in closer to yours in the packed hallway, to no one's care. "Am I just supposed to believe that?" She sneers, her canines glinting in attempt to appear menacing.

You sigh, the closeness between you two not helping your newly developed crush on this girl you don't even share any classes with up to this point. "He's not my type, I'm... I'm gay,"

'fuck it, right? Why beat around the bush?'

You expect two reactions. One is of disgust, where she will back away and leave you alone or two; she will not believe you at all, and you get pummeled by the local bully.

But you didn't expect reaction three.

She backs off you slowly, with a soft "oh," under her breath. "Sorry," she mutters quietly, almost begrudgingly... Yet with the tenderness you don't expect from a girl of her archetype.

"it's okay," you shrug it off, and you exchange a split second of a charged eye contact with her...

...but before she could say anything in response, the school bell rings.

She looks at you with a troubled expression, wordlessly walking away to class.

Her entourage follows her, but one of them hangs back, sizing you up without any malice. He fishes out a crumpled piece of paper from his bag, handing it to you. "Pick a side, new girl."

You take the paper, and he walks away after Tory. You unfurl the paper, and it reads;

"JOIN COBRA KAI"

"STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY."

You wordlessly pocket the flyer, making your way to class.

—

One week later...

It finally happened. You finally share a class with Tory Nichols—PE.

She's hanging out with the Cobra Kai kids in the bleachers of the gym, talking animatedly with them, like a leader of the pack.

Her eyes land on you after wandering around the gym, and you wave her a hello, with a small smile.

She ignores it, of course. But being observant as you are, you also notice the amusement on her face, only there for a split second.

Your classmate and new friend Sarah nudges you with a disbelieving laugh, as you both get settled on the other side of the gym. "What the hell are you doing?"

You shrug. "Waving hi,"

"to Tory?" Sarah mutters in dismay. "You know she's like, the bad bitch of the school, right?"

"bad bitch isn't a bad thing," you argue.

Sarah narrows her eyes, unconvinced. "Yeah, no, when I said bad bitch, I mean she's a bad bitch, literally—she bullied the LaRusso kid to the next eon or something!"

'what is this, elementary school gossip?'

You don't believe Sarah. The Tory you met last week was, yes, rough around the edges; but there's a tenderness to her countenance that you don't really believe could bully someone to that extent. "Isn't that, like, the Cobra Kai thing?"

"yeah, Cobra Kai is bad bad, but also, Tory is a big bully; so it's better to just stay away from her and Cobra Kai in general," Sarah explains. You want to believe her, you do.

But you flit your eyes to Tory and her entourage in the other side of the gym, and you lock eyes with Tory yet again...

...and you may be imagining things, but you could've sworn her gaze softens as she looks at you.

But then she looks away.

Your attention is grabbed by the coach's whistle, echoing its brittle note around the gym as he passes the dodgeball to the biggest, meanest looking kid of them all.

You sigh wearily, standing up on your feet.

'Let the game begin.'

—

You rub the back of your thighs, red and sore from getting hit by the dodgeball. The class ended ten minutes ago, yet your heart is still pounding out of your chest from all the dodging you have to do—and you got off slightly worse than the others.

Your knuckles are bleeding, your left cheek is bruised; and somehow your toes are also on fire?

You sigh wearily as you grab your change of clothes from the gym locker, searching for any kind of ointment in there.

You didn't notice, but Tory is next to you, apprehensively offering you a tube of ointment without saying a word.

"oh, thank you!" Your eyes widen as you thank her. You take the ointment from her hand... your fingers brushing with hers, making her pull away abruptly.

Tory looks at your genuine expression of gratitude, shrugging. "It's just my old one. Dodgeballs in this school is brutal, so you gotta be prepared, princess."

You don't hate that nickname.

"thank you," you smile at her, clutching the rolled up tube of ointment as if it's your panacea. "Don't suppose you have an ice pack, too?"

Tory scoffs, amused. "You're out of luck,"

"ah well," you sigh dramatically. "Guess this'll have to do," you brandish the ointment she gave you gratefully.

You squeeze the contents out of the tube, rubbing the gel all over your sore spots, making you sigh as the cold sensation momentarily relieves you from the soreness.

Tory is still standing next to you, her face troubled.

"...yeah?" You ask her overstay on your side, and she looks at you, lost.

"why'd you do it?" She finally asks.

"do what?" You ask back, confused.

Tory groans under her breath. "Used yourself as a human shield earlier. During dodgeball,"

You raised your eyebrows, still rubbing the ointment on the back of your thighs. "Well, the kid's just a freshman—he was like, what, 4'5?"

"you don't even know anyone here," Tory said in disbelief. "Yet you did that,"

You stand up to your full height, shrugging. "I mean, it's just... Right, I guess?"

Tory scoffs in amusement, crossing her arms. "So you're a goody two shoe,"

You smile at her, shaking your head. "You did call me princess. Gotta live up to the name,"

You close up the tube, giving it back to her. Tory takes it, and you nod gratefully. You're about to leave the now-empty locker room, turning on your heels—but she stops you, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"wait," she mutters, almost too quiet to hear.

"yeah?"

"...Why did you tell me you're gay?" She asks, that seemingly being the thing that troubles her.

You smile at her with a shrug. "Honestly, I just didn't want to get beat up. You look like you could kill me,"

She looks at you, disbelieving. "So it's a lie,"

You shake your head. "No, I'm gay. I just don't want to beat around the bush, so I just told you,"

"even though I'm a complete stranger? What if I out you to the whole school?" She asks, astonished.

"but you didn't. Plus, I'm not really in the closet," you recount the facts, shrugging.

"I'm not your friend, princess. You can't go around telling strangers your identity,"

"we're friends now. You lent me your ointment," you decide, matter-of-factly.

She involuntarily let out a chortle, which she covers up with an almost bitchy flick of the fringe. "If you say so,"

You walk out of the locker room not long after, not realizing Tory is still watching you, with a newfound sense of amusement about you.

—

One week later...

Summer break is really, really near. You wish it would come sooner, as you get antsy about this whole turf war between Cobra Kai and Miyagi-do, like a volcano that's about to erupt without giving anyone within a 30 mile radius any warning.

You're doing your new part time job as a smoothie barista at the mall, and you don't hate it. Bored without anyone walking in, you decide to go to the backroom to sort out inventory, a task you've been putting off for a while.

"Suzy, you mind covering my part behind the counter? I'm gonna do the inventory," you tell your middle aged co-worker of your task, which she waves off without giving a care in the world.

Nodding, you get into the backroom to get sorting.

—

Not even twenty minutes in, you begin hearing ruckus outside. You have half the heart to just stay inside, let whatever's going on out there blow over and then go out...

...but your better angels tell you to go outside and check. You have a middle aged co-worker, for crying out loud! It could get dangerous for them!

So out you go...

...and not even to your surprise, your peers from the two dojos are having a near-brawl in the middle of the mall, the air charged with tension around them.

You sigh. "This again?" You address Suzy, busy blending a smoothie in the juicer.

She shrugs. "kids gotta have hobbies. I guess the valley just need to deal with it,"

You look over the brawl's direction, not even realizing that your eyes are scanning for Tory—but she's not there. Should you be relieved or disappointed?

"you look disappointed," Suzy points out the obvious.

"I was just looking for someone," you shrug, trying to get back to work, despite the brawl going to happen.

A stray empty can cup whizz past you, knocking down the cardboard standee of the place you work in.

"guessing it's too early to clock out?" You ask Suzy, who only gives you a shrug.

The brawl is happening, going all out. Your peers from both dojos are pummelling each other with kicks and punches—all impressive, really, if you don't have a part time job to do; and if they're not knocking down everything they see in their path with their roundhouse kicks.

"shouldn't we call security or something?" You ask Suzy again, who doesn't give you any answer other than incomprehensible grunting.

The brawl makes their way into the smoothie bar, where you try—and fail; to defend the juicers' honors.

Everything gets knocked down, torn to pieces, shattered, and you try to stay away, backing yourself into a corner where they can't possibly get you.

...until a stray fist connects with your jaw, making you stagger backwards... And falling down on the fake grass of the smoothie bar isn't fun.

"are you okay?" An outstretched hand appears in your vision, amidst the blurriness of everything else after being socked in the face.

You take the hand, gingerly getting up. "I think so... I'm a bit dizzy from getting decked in the face,"

The voice laughs. Everything comes into focus, and the one helping you stand is none other than Tory... In a Dim Sum Express uniform. Still gorgeous. "Tory," you mutter, still groggy.

She laughs, not letting go of your sides until you seem fully aware. "Not used to being punched?"

"this is my first time, actually,"

"welcome to San Fernando Valley, princess." Tory fixes you an amused look, a small smile on her lips. "Now you gotta pick a side."

Before you can answer, a flock of security guards and cops file into the mall, breaking the brawl apart.

'Saved by the bell.'

...until they decided to handcuff you and Tory, too.

—

To be continued

#cobra kai x you #cobra kai x reader #tory nichols #tory nichols x reader #tory nichols x you #wlw imagine #cobra kai

[katherinezeetajones]

About

She/her, late 20s, this is my writing sideblog. Terfs / radfems dni please

I write for station 19 at the moment. Maybe some Cobra Kai, Abbott Elementary too :)

Feel free to shoot me fic requests, my ask box is open — just clarify if you'd prefer to be tagged or not when I'm done with it (I can't promise my writings are good, but at least I try to post every once in a while)

Writings (periodically updated, under the cut!)

S19: Andy Herrera x f reader

(in chronological order)

The morning after

Push and pull

(al)most ardently

Wording

Love, actually

Facade

Core

Home

Back to you

Meet my mom...

Dancing with the scars

S19: Vic Hughes x f reader

Cherry bomb

Cobra Kai: Tory Nichols x f reader

Valley Debutante

Abbott Elementary: Ava Coleman x f reader

Brusquely, Ava

#about post #eta jones talks

[katherinezeetajones]

Facade

Diane the psychologist pays the station a visit, and is amused to find how frustrating of a client you are… and Andy knew there’s something more to you than meets the eye.

Andy Herrera x female reader | mentions of abuse, trauma, reader is an emotional brick wall who tries to improve

Prev. Parts: one two three four five (but you can read them all separately!)

—

“so, you’re the one they call new girl around here,” Diane regards you, sitting across you in the captain’s office that Maya offered to be Diane’s temporary office for the day.

You sigh, and nod at the sentiment. “I’ve been in 19 for almost ten months,”

Diane nods. “but you’ve been a firefighter for… how long?”

“a little over a decade,” you shrug, uneasy at the situation currently happening to you. You’ve always hated therapy—everything that comes with it, too. The sessions, the patronizing tone the therapists use as they talk to you… and the requirement of telling them your life’s story!

Diane nods, yet again. “Not a fan of the nickname?”

“Look, can we just cut the small talk? Can we just get to the point?” You don’t want to show it, but you’re getting slightly agitated. A FD-mandated therapy session is bad enough as it is, but now this brand new therapist wants to make small talk… of all things? Please.

She fixes you a look, and smiles thinly. “I get it, you don’t want to be here any more than you need to be. But I’m here if you want to talk,”

“I don’t want to talk. We’re wasting time here, when we could be saving lives out there,” you sigh, shaking your head, your feet tapping against the foot of the chair you’re sitting on, quite impatiently. “...respectfully, doctor Lewis.”

She regards you, not showing any expressions in her face. But you can tell that she’s picking your every word apart, and it’s driving you mad. “tell me, then—what did you think of today’s call?”

“we did our job. Saved the lives of the kids, and put the asshole responsible for setting the house on fire behind bars,”

“Even if that asshole is the kids’ foster mother?” Diane asks.

You crease your eyebrows, trying to cool your jets. “we didn’t treat her any different. We treated her burns, sent her away with appropriately dressed gauze,”

“that’s not what I’m asking,” Diane shakes her head, leaning forward on the table, regarding you. “Do you think what she did is wrong? Should she be left for dead instead?”

“What kind of question is that?” You find yourself irritated.

“Captain Bishop informed me that... you lost your cool, that you wanted to just let her die in the ruins of the house, knowing the structure of the house is compromised,”

you shift in your seat, feeling your face hardening into a fuming mess. “Yet she lives.”

“if you think like that of a patient, you know…”

“…you don’t belong on the rig,” you finished her sentence, sighing in silent frustration.

Diane nods. “See, I don’t believe you are a bad person,” she stands up off her chair, closing the blinds in the office. She turns back to you. “so that call must be personal.”

you feel your nerves tensing. You sit back, trying to appear calm and composed as you can. “how do you figure?”

“you’re not close with your mother?” Diane asks, earning a small scoff from you.

“I’m… as close with their parents as anyone else could be,” you explain as you scoff, trying to steer the direction of the talk someplace else.

“that’s not the response I’m looking for,”

“what do you want me to say?” You furrow your brows. “that my mom beat me as a child and I never told anyone? That seeing those kids today reminded me of my own childhood?”

“does it?” Diane asks. “does it remind you of your childhood?” She rifles through her bag, fishing out a dossier. “because I read your file. Says you grew up in the foster system, jumped households around 15 times. So you’re not talking about your adoptive parents,”

You close your eyes with a sigh, not knowing how to escape from this conversation. “…I’m a grown woman,” you mutter. “I don’t dwell on the past,”

“...and yet, you showed everyone today a glimpse of your past. And I don’t think they know who you actually are,”

“is that such a bad thing?” You argue. “nobody wants to know anyone that deeply—flaws and all,”

Diane fixes you a look, and nods to herself. She sits back down across you, steepling her hands together. “okay. And why do you think that?”

You crease your eyebrows, confused. “that’s just how it is, isn’t it? Everybody wants somebody around, if that someone is fun to be with. Nobody wants to be with somebody with a baggage,”

She shakes her head. “…look, that’s not the healthiest way to be looking into relationships in your life,”

“worked for me,” you shrug, leaning back on the chair.

“does it, though?” She asks, skeptically narrowing her eyes, ever so slightly. “because that’s not really healthy if you’re looking to form long term relationships—one that I assume you’re having right now?”

Your eyes widen, ever so slightly. “who told you that—”

“nobody, I assumed and you confirmed it,” Diane let a small amused smile sit on her lips. “Is that really fair to whom you’re seeing right now?”

You sigh. ‘Oh, you’re a clever one!’ You think to yourself. “that’s, how did we even get to this point? Let’s circle back to the whole childhood trauma thing again,”

“if you want,” Diane shrugs. “but I get the feeling that I’ve hit a sore spot, and you’re gonna have to address that,”

you sigh, irritatedly. “she doesn’t need all that baggage,”

“so it’s Herrera,” Diane nods to herself.

“whoa,” you raise your eyebrows, miffed. “I don’t remember giving you a name,”

“didn’t have to,” she shrugs. “Bishop is in a relationship—Hughes is not your type, so… that leaves Herrera,”

“perks of being in a male-dominated field,” you laugh mirthlessly, giving Diane a ‘you caught me’ look, because you know you’ve lost. "Not a lot of women around us,"

“and you resort to humor when cornered,” Diane notes.

“I can’t fucking win here,” you joke some more. ‘That’ll show her.’

Diane isn't amused. "You wanna know how I know it's Herrera?"

"please," you nod, hopeless.

She nods. "You make it your hardest job to avoid looking her in the eye in front of everyone,"

"...that doesn't matter," you argue. "Most people at the station already knew about us,"

"so why do you avoid eye contact?"

You have to think on that. "Because..." You start a sentence...

And you can't say it out loud.

Diane nods. "Exactly," she mutters, resolute. "Because if you make eye contact at Herrera with everyone around, it'll make your relationship feel real, it exists—outside of your little world; and then you're gonna have to deal with the fact that, yes; you have baggage, and Herrera deserves to know."

You give her a look of disbelief. 'first of all, how dare you... Correctly and accurately analyzed... And put into words what I've been feeling my whole life, I will not stand for this—'

...is what you thought to yourself. The words that actually came out of your mouth are "...you got me,"

And you add a little chuckle at the end of your sentiment, trying to make it lighthearted.

Diane doesn't buy it. Neither do you.

"if Herrera means as much as I think she means to you, then be honest with her."

You shift in your seat, uncomfortable. "That might break our relationship,"

"what if it doesn't?"

—

After what feels like forever, you finally got yourself out of that torture chamber people call counseling session. You walk to the barn, picking up the duffel bag you left before going into Diane's session of doom earlier.

You pick it up, and Andy is right in front of you, hands in her pockets.

"Andy," you regard her, trying to put on a small smile for her. "Aren't you going home?"

Andy is quiet, then she sits on the back of an open aid car, patting the empty spot next to her as she looks at you.

Sighing, you sit as she asked.

"rookie," she said softly, yet it doesn't feel warm enough. She turns to you. "I know... That you're not this silly goofy troublemaker girl that you want to come off as,"

You sigh. "If it's about the call earlier, look—"

She stops you, squeezing your shoulder to calm you. "It's not just that... Look, we... We started off as a casual hookup, right? And then we just... Went for it, hit a couple of snags... But we're doing great,"

You nod, not liking where this is going. "Okay..."

Andy looks at you, eyes full of emotions. "But rookie, your eyes hide an ocean of sadness, that you really don't share with anyone,"

"nobody needs that," you said as a matter-of-factly.

Andy shakes her head, pursing her lips. "No, rookie, that's the thing. I... want to know the real you, the actual you, not the fake version of you that you parade around to the world," she said softly, as she takes your hand in hers. "I promise, I'm strong enough,"

You laugh dryly, unable to meet her eyes. "I thought you agreed to fuck me that night we first met because of my whimsy,"

Andy sighs, rolling her eyes. "You were there for me when I needed someone to cry to, I want to be there for you. So let me in,"

You find it hard to fib your way out of this one. "I..."

Andy doesn't let you come up with another excuse. She plants her lips on yours, slow and sweet. She caressed your cheek with her hand, softly cradling it.

She pulls back, but keeps your foreheads pressed together. "Show me the real you, rookie. I want all of it. Today's call just proves to me that I don't know enough about you, and that needs to change,"

You chuckle softly. "I... Yes, okay,"

"yeah?"

"yeah," you reassure her, and she pulls you into a tight hug.

Her warmth reaches the inside of your soul. You really didn't stand a chance against falling for Andy Herrera. Not today, not the day you met ten months ago.

"let's go home, I'll drive you," you offer as you part from her embrace. Andy nods, and you make your way to your car, the future of your relationship on the path ahead of you.

—

Tagging @geekyandgay98 @unexpected-character

#station 19 #station 19 x reader #andy herrera x reader #andy herrera #andy herrera x you #andy herrera x female reader #wlw imagine

[katherinezeetajones]

Cherry bomb

Vic x female reader | a little bit of angst, a little bit of drama, fluff

An idea I got after the ending of episode 15 where instead of Kate Powell, you are the one who was sent to sub in for Warren. And in the midst of her and Theo's rough patch... Vic doesn't like your arrival one bit.

You're welcomed with open arms as you enter station 19's beanery, everyone being all smiles, Theo and Travis—your best buddies dating back to a decade ago—welcoming you the warmest.

You spent the remainder of the night getting to know everyone—Herrera, Gibson, Warren; whom you're replacing for a while, Sullivan, everyone except for one person, who stands in the back of all your interactions with everyone, refusing to speak directly to you.

Vic Hughes.

And you are not a person who likes starting things off on the wrong foot with anyone.

As it gets late in the night, your new colleagues are starting to go home, filing out one by one.

Except for Vic Hughes, who seems to be in her own world, cleaning the kitchen counter with a troubled expression.

So you decide to approach her, making your way across the very same counter she's cleaning with a rag.

"hey," you said to her plainly, hands in your pants pockets.

She looks up at you for a split second... And looks back down at her work. "Hm," she mutters quietly, just to let you know she heard you.

Okay, not exactly the response you're looking for.

"it's Hughes, right?" You try to start a conversation. "I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves,"

Vic sets the rag down, sighing as she looks up at you. "No, how about we don't do this?"

"do what?" You crease your eyebrows in confusion, much to her dismay. "I just wanted to say hi,"

She shakes her head, sighing. "I'm sorry, you know what; it's... been quite a day for me, not fair of me taking it out on you. I'll just call it a day," she turns on her heels, walking out of the beanery... Leaving you sitting on the counter stool all alone, under the dimming fluorescent overhead lights.

—

You've been subbing for Warren for almost a month at this point, and your speculation was right; Vic has something against you, but you can't figure out what.

Doesn't help that she looks at you like that most of the time.

You're sure it's probably the look of someone who wants to kill you for being in 19, but your brain doesn't know any better than to interpret Vic's facial expressions as something other than 1.) Vic Hughes is a gorgeous, gorgeous woman,

and 2.) Vic Hughes wants nothing to do with you,

So that takes you to point 3.) You may have a little crush on her.

-

You're wrapping up the hoses, putting them back up on the shelving inside the gear room as the day turns into evening. Not a lot of calls today, and you figure you might just go home once your shift is done. No use sticking around, since Gibson is making pancakes from the leftovers inside the fridge—using nearly week old ingredients. Nope.

Suddenly, the door to the gear room bursts open—then it shuts closed right as soon as it happened.

Then you hear sobbing.

You walk towards the source of the sound to investigate...

It's Vic, sobbing on the floor, hugging her knees.

You gingerly decide to approach her. "Hey... Hughes,"

She jolts in your presence, clearly not expecting anyone else to be in the room. "Fuck! It's... No, I'm... you didn't see anything!"

She scowls at you as she tries to stand up, but stumbles on her own leg, and you steady her; gently guiding her to sit back down. "Hey, it's, it's okay," You said softly, hands on her arms. "I'm not gonna tell anyone,"

Her scowl softens at the look of genuine concern on your face and the sound of your voice, her face melting back into her previous sobbing. "Shit... I didn't think anyone would be here..."

You sit next to her, leaning on the shelves. "What happened?"

"...none of your business," she answers through hics of sobs, hugging her knees tighter around herself.

You try to make sense of this. "I'm sorry," is all you can offer.

Vic looks at you, but not meeting your eyes. "... It's not... Not your fault,"

"... Well, it's just that I'm just getting the feeling that you don't like me very much," you said softly.

She manages a small chuckle, a mirthless one. "I have been a bit of a jackass lately,"

"not that much," you shrug, trying to calm her down, despite yourself. "At least you didn't ignore me during calls,"

Vic exhales a long sigh, eyes still watery. "I'm sorry, newbie," she mutters with a shaky breath. "I was going through my own thing... And... You came in the wrong time, in the wrong place..."

You nod, trying to understand where she's coming from. "I get it," you said with an even tone. "You look like you're going through a lot right now,"

She looks at you for a while, searching your face... Then she shakes her head with a small laugh. "...You remind me of Ripley,"

You furrow your brows, miffed. "The fire chief Ripley? He's like, 50!"

Vic let out an unexpected chortle, taken aback by the sudden turn of mood. "He was 43!" She argues, eyes wide. "And also, I wasn't implying that you're old—I was just..."

Then it hit you. "Oh," you said quietly.

She quiets down too. "yeah, Ripley was... my fiance," she shrugs, hugging her knees a little less. "Your face, for a split second... It reminds me of him. Which is crazy, because you don't even look anything like him, I guess... I guess it's the vibes or something? I don't know,"

"wow," you mutter quietly. "This is the first time I've ever been compared to someone's dead fiance,"

Vic playfully pushes you off with her elbows, a small smile on her lips. "Shut up,"

"so what happened?" You try again, diverting the subject. "what got you coming in here crying?"

Her smile falls. "Yeah. Uh... I just... I guess I got dumped, I'm not sure. Maybe it's a mutual dumping, or something,"

"how can you not be sure?" You ask, a little confused.

"it's just, we both kinda... Drifted apart, and when comes time to have... The Talk, it's over as soon as it started,"

"who the hell would dump someone like you?" You ask, not expecting to sound so forward.

Vic raises her eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean, someone like me?"

You wince... 'Whoops', you think to yourself. No taking that back now. "I mean... Someone like you... someone witty, wears your heart on your sleeve, you talk to patients like you talk to family, that's so amazing, you're..."

You have to stop talking now.

"...you're amazing."

...And you've done it.

Vic looks at you, dazed. "...what?"

You nod, damned it all. "Yeah, funny story... I have a little crush on you... Ever since the night I started subbing here,"

Vic looks taken aback, but not in a bad way. "...you have a crush on me? Even though I was an ass to you?"

You shrug. "Kind of,"

She looks at you... And then laughs, a little bashful. "You... Wow, newbie. I didn't know you like girls,"

"you didn't ask,"

"I'm... Flattered," Vic looks flustered as she says it. "I... Huh, I was... You know, I was an ass to you... Because you came in the wrong time, subbing in for Warren, then Theo and Travis welcoming you like that—I thought I was being replaced, I thought you and Theo were—"

Your eyes widen. "No, fuck no! Theo is definitely not my type!"

She laughs, despite herself. "I shouldn't have assumed," she straightens her legs, slowly siddling closer to you. "And... Well, I don't know if you know, but... I was dating Theo,"

You look lost for a while... Then you connect the dots. "Oh, so..." You recount with your fingers. "...you had it out against me because you think... I'll come between you and Theo?"

Vic looks embarrassed now. "...something like that," she shrugs. "What I didn't expect was... You know, you having a crush... on me,"

You laugh. "It's kind of hard not to have a crush on you,"

"I am pretty amazing, huh?" She nudges you with her shoulder, the feeling of her against you making you fluster.

So you decide to go for it. "so... since you just broke up... Guessing I can't take you out to dinner yet?"

Vic laughs, bashful. "Let's... Give it a minute,"

"so that's a yes?" You ask her, a little hopeful.

"...it's a yes," Vic nods, slowly standing up. She offers you a hand, and you take it to stand up. "Let's get out of here, the dust is starting to get under my nose,"

You follow her out, not noticing the flush on Vic's cheeks as she resumes work.

She looks back at you with a small smile as you branch off to your own tasks, and you give her a smile back.

Add that to point 4.), You now have a future date with Vic Hughes to look forward to.

#station 19 #station 19 x reader #vic hughes #vic hughes x you #vic hughes x reader #vic hughes x female reader #wlw imagine #I'm sorry the gif looks like shit. that's my first attempt at giffing without a computer 🥹 and i couldn't find any gifs of Vic from the - #latest episode yet- so sorry

[katherinezeetajones]

Mental illness can be cured by thinking about The Character but be careful because mental illness can also be caused by thinking about The Character

[katherinezeetajones]

Love, actually

Andy Herrera x f!reader | grieving, mentions of character death, angst, a whole lotta angst

part one two three four (you can read them separately too!)

You thought to yourself, 'you're only a secret fling in the complicated, messy life of Andy Herrera, your time is up, move on,' and it's easier thought than done.

It's harder to grapple with the fact that it's over between the two of you.

——

It sucks that today is a rainy day. But it sucks even more that today is the day that Pruitt Herrera is no longer on this earth.

"I can't do this anymore," Andy sobs, bawling her eyes out as she takes a handful of tissues to blow her nose, her eyes bloodshot and swelling from crying, and you know there's nothing you can do to make her feel any better.

It's only been a couple hours, and you offered to drive Andy back to her apartment earlier.

She's been inconsolable ever since, and all you can do is be there for her, hold her in her bed, be a shoulder for her to cry on.

So it's been days. Weeks. Slowly enroaching into a month. Andy wants to see you less and less. She holes up in her apartment, and when she's at work, she avoids you completely.

You get it.

But you wish it wouldn't hurt.

After all, you're only Andy's casual sex buddy of eight months, she doesn't even want anyone to know she's also into women, and now her dad died?

You shouldn't ask for more.

But maybe, you could be there for her.

So you try again.

25 days after Pruitt died, you knock on Andy's apartment door, bringing a box of chocolate and donuts. The idea is that you could share those, and maybe she will be less sad. But life is never so easy.

After a while, Andy opens the door, revealing her worse for wear look. Her face is taken by grief, she doesn't even bother changing out of her pajamas as she opens the door.

You put on a smile, as sympathetic yet casual as you can, as to not make her feel patronized. You know the drill by now, Andy doesn't need pity. Yet you feel it for her, amongst other feelings. "Hey, I brought you some chocolate and donuts... Asked them to give 'em extra fillings," you said to her softly, still standing in front of her door.

Andy looks at you with barely concealed weariness. She musters up half a smile, even that falls flat immediately. She takes the boxes from your hands, but she stops you from entering. "Look, I... I can't do this with you right now,"

You nod. "Yeah, of course... I'll, I'll come back another time," you back from the door.

She shakes her head with anguish. "No, I... I can't do this anymore," she gestures the space between the two of you. "I just... I'm sorry, we're done,"

You get it. You nod. Your lips quiver, managing a small "it's okay, I get it," and a smile at Andy, who immediately closes her apartment door—and her heart, from you.

You let your tears fall freely in the middle of the now looming hallway of Andy's apartment, walking back down to the ground floor—to your life without Andy.

—

You go to work the next day at station 19, everyone having gotten used to your presence, found a working rhythm with you, yet none of them knew of you and Andy's secret fling. And you suppose, nobody needs to know what won't be anymore.

You carry on, and everything slowly returns to a normal pace. The department refused to grant Pruitt a Captain's funeral because of how he died—a hero in a civilian's clothes, so you walk in to work everyday with a portrait of old man Herrera with a rubber boot under it, asking for donations. The sight make you ache, almost as much as it aches you how Andy broke your heart and shattered it to pieces—if only she didn't have a good reason to do it.

A week after, Andy goes back to work. She buries herself in it, actually. Avoids you like the plague the whole time, which hurts.

But you get it.

So you move on.

You thought to yourself, 'you're only a secret fling in the complicated, messy life of Andy Herrera, your time is up, move on,' and it's easier thought than done. It's harder to grapple with the fact that you're through.

You're cleaning the ladder engine as Travis approaches you, his face unreadable.

"you and Herrera doing okay?" He asks you, getting you by surprise.

"yeah, of course," you nod to him, mustering a superficial smile. "Sucks what she had to go through," you add.

Travis shakes his head. "No, I... I know about your... Hooky hookup," he whispers the last bit, earning himself an eyebrow raise from you. "you two seem to be in a cold war,"

He joins your engine polishing, and you sigh. "...said she couldn't do us anymore," you shrug. "So yeah,"

Travis winces. "Ouch,"

You shrug with nonchalance. "I get it. It's cool,"

The one thing about Travis is that he's perceptive. And he doesn't let this one slide either. "Have you tried talking to her again?"

"no," you said plainly, not taking your eyes off your polishing work. "she doesn't want to see me, I can take a hint,"

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry,"

"it's okay," you purse your lips, nodding at him as a thank you for his company. You two continue working in silence.

—

It's becoming unbearable. A few more weeks passed, and Andy said nothing to you outside of what's required for work. She wouldn't even look your way, not even to exchange pleasantries like normal colleagues do.

You get it. You can take a hint.

It hurts like hell, but you have to do it.

So you walk to where the Captain's office is.

"captain Bishop," you knock on her office.

She doesn't look up, but beckons you in amidst her paperwork signing. "Can I help you?"

You hand her a stack of paperwork. "I'd like to request a transfer,"

Maya looks up at you. "What?"

"captain, I can see that I'm not needed here," you explain, not bothering to sit down. "So I'd like to transfer someplace else, where I could be useful. I need your signature,"

Maya looks at the paperwork you handed her, and back up at you. She looks miffed. "I'm sorry, what?"

"captain," you speak again, a bit firmer this time. "I'd like to request a transfer,"

Maya shakes her head, gesturing you to sit down across her. "No, I heard you loud and clear—what I don't understand is why, all of a sudden—?"

You sit down, face calm. "I can see I'm not needed here,"

"you belong here just fine," Maya insists, miffed. "Is there a problem with someone in the station?"

You look away for a split second. "no,"

"who is it?" She asks, sighing.

"nobody," you insist.

"new girl," Maya sighs, addressing you almost fondly. "If this is about Andy... I know she's giving everyone the cold shoulder. Don't take it personally, she's grieving,"

"no, I know that," you nod, pursing your lips. 'Fuck it', you think to yourself. "I love her, captain. I know she doesn't love me. So I..."

Maya holds a finger up. "You... Love Andy? As in, love love?"

You shrug. "Yeah,"

"so you two...?"

You don't want to out her, so you stick to your own feelings. "No, captain. I'm only admiring her from afar. Every day I get to work with her is a gift. But I can see I'm not needed anymore, so I want to transfer."

Maya gives you a look of disbelief. She looks over the paper you gave her earlier, and sighs. "Alright," she signs with a seemingly heavy heart, and hands you the paperwork back.

You take it with a nod, and stands up off the chair. "Thank you,"

Maya nods, face calm as a cloudless sky. But you can tell she doesn't want to let you transfer, but what could she do? Trap you here forever?

You walk out of her office for one last time, feeling the gravity of your decision setting in.

—

The same evening, you begin clearing out your locker, stuffing your belongings into a duffel bag. Vic watches you from the other side of the locker area with a confused face. She approaches you, tapping you on the shoulder.

"new girl, what are you doing?"

You look at her for a beat, giving her a pursed lips smile before going back clearing your things. "I'm moving to a different station this weekend,"

Vic raises her eyebrows. "Whoa, whoa... Back the fuck up... What?"

You shrug, taking down pictures from the inside of the locker door. "I feel like it's time to go,"

Vic creases her eyebrows in confusion. "...It's kind of sudden,"

"it's cool. when it's time to go, you go," you assure her the best you can.

But Vic was an actress. She can tell you're acting. "Right... Who broke your heart?"

You sigh, turning around to face her. "Nobody,"

She narrows her eyes at you, crossing her arms, deep in thought. Then her eyes widen, a disbelieving look on her face. "It's Andy, isn't it?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. "No—"

"I knew it," Vic nods, sure of herself. "I knew there was something going on between the two of you!"

You purse your lips, what's even the point of trying to hide anymore?

"...well, you're right. There was,"

Vic quiets down, sympathetic. "Shit... So she really did break your heart,"

You shrug, zipping up your duffel bag. "I get it. She needs space, she's suffering from a major loss. But it kills me not being able to comfort her because she doesn't want it. So I'm going,"

"isn't that a bit dramatic?" Vic tries to reason, not to your surprise. You've both been getting along well the past 8 months, especially when it's time to tease Travis and Dean over their antics. "I mean, just because you two broke up doesn't mean we can't work together anymore,"

"sorry," you purse your lips, hoisting the duffel bag over your shoulder, ready to go home for the day. "We can still hang. I'll call,"

"so you'll still be in Seattle?"

"no," you shake your head. "I'll be in LA,"

Vic groans, and she pulls you into an already longing hug. "Dammit, Herrera..." She mutters under her breath, burying her head in your shoulder. "I'll miss you, new girl,"

You hug her back, flush. "I still got 3 days here," you try to joke.

—

3 days have passed since you cleared out your locker. This is the end of your last shift at station 19, and you're clearing out your gear to make space for your replacement.

Andy hasn't spoken to you once, doesn't help that she came in a different shift, and you don't want to tell her. It's easier this way.

Jack approaches you, helping you fold your turnout gear. "Hey," he mutters. "This is really it, huh?"

You look at him with a small smile. "Yeah, don't go missing me too much,"

He laughs, but his laughter is dry. "I'm uh, I'm sorry it didn't work out with Andy,"

You sigh. "You knew?"

"I walked in on you two making out, three months ago in this very room," he shrugs. "You didn't notice me, so I just... Walked away,"

"we could've made a club together, Andy's exes support group," you joke, trying to keep Jack's glassy eyes from shattering into tears.

He chortles, the joke not earning any points with him. "We could've, if you'd just stayed,"

You know what he must be feeling. You two have grown close the whole time you're at 19, he's like the halfwit brother you never had, and you miss him already.

You rush him in a hug, and he accepts it without hesitation. "Come visit me in LA," you mutter quietly to him.

He wordlessly hugs you back.

—

A moment after... All your stuff are packed, and you walk out to the receptionist area of the station, where Travis and Dean are hanging around the front door, seemingly waiting for you.

"new girl," Dean said, with barely concealed sadness. "You're only here for 8 months?"

You smile at him, approaching both. The two gives you a hug, and you hug them back tightly. "LA isn't that far away," you mutter quietly inside the hug.

"you kidding me? LA is like outer space," Travis tries to get a chuckle out of you, which works.

"seriously though, call," Dean gestures a telephone with his fingers, and you laugh at both their antics.

You hug them one final time, before heading out the door, out of station 19 for good.

—

It's a cloudy morning in Seattle. Andy clocks in to work after what feels like forever of not seeing her colleagues in the A shift. She walks through the front door, expecting to see some friendly faces, expecting to see her. New girl.

But all she found are long faces, welcoming her back halfheartedly.

"Travis," Andy greets with a befuddled expression, sitting on the spot next to him on the beanery dining table. "Where's she?"

"new girl transferred to LA," Travis gives Andy a look with that answer.

Andy feels her stomach drop. "What?"

Travis shrugs. "Says she's not needed here anymore,"

Vic joins in on the table. "So she left," she continues Travis' sentiment, mirroring his somber expression.

Andy looks between the two in disbelief. "No fucking way, what—?"

Both look at each other and shrug. "Her words," Travis mutters quietly.

Andy shakes her head in disbelief. "No, I... Why would she do that?"

"to give you space?" Vic shrugs. "I mean, you did break her heart... After Pruitt died,"

"which is, which is understandable, really, grief and all," Travis assured, face troubled, from the loss of their former captain and you.

"but that wasn't cool," Vic butts in with a throwaway line anyway, munching on a piece of cracker next to Travis.

"I didn't want her to leave—" Andy creases her eyebrows, dismayed. "When did this happen? Why didn't anybody stop her?"

"she left last friday," Vic answers plainly.

"where did she go?" Andy stands up off the chair, looking around for her jacket.

"uh, you're gonna need a bit more than your jacket," Travis raises a hand. "She left for LA,"

"LA? what...?" Andy rubs the side of her face, frustrated. "No, I... I never wanted her to leave, I..."

Vic shakes her head. "Seems like you did, since you dumped her,"

"no! I, I said we were done—I never—wait, you knew about me and her—?"

Vic shrugs. "Kind of hard not to know," she nods at Travis. "I mean, Travis didn't even have to tell me, new girl is always heart eyes when you're around, it's like the sun is shining out of your ass in her eyes or something,"

Andy feels flustered at the comparison. "The sun isn't—does anyone else know?"

"pretty sure Jack knows," Travis recounts. "You guys weren't exactly subtle when hooking up here—"

Andy stops him with a flustered wave of her hand. "Alright, alright! Stop—" she puts a hand on her head, pacing around the beanery, troubled. "I... I really fucked up, didn't I?"

Both shrug... And then nod. "Go after new girl," Vic declares, determined. "You know you want to."

Travis nods at Vic's sentiment. "And if you didn't care about her, you wouldn't have reacted this way,"

Andy is quiet for a while. She looks at the two friends, and out the window. Memories of when you were together with her flashes in her mind.

Working together side by side, stealing kisses inbetween breaks, hooking up in the showers, the bunk area, just having you by her side set her soul at ease...

... giving Andy the epiphany that she might have taken you for granted all these time.

She turns back to face the two, face determined. "Cover my shift?" She asks.

Vic nods without a doubt. "Go,"

Andy gratefully nods, dashing out of the beanery in a flash.

Travis stands up after her, face dismayed. "Vic, we needed to get the captain to approve—"

Vic waves him off, watching Andy go. She slings her arm over Travis' shoulders with a sigh. "It's for love, Travis. Who are we to deny her that?"

—

Andy makes her way down the stairs, and right as she's about to go through the front door, Maya stands in front of her office, clipboard in hand. She notices Andy running and waves her down.

"Andy, where are you going?" She asks, confused.

"I'm going to her," Andy answers hastily, one foot out the door. "Let me go, Maya, please,"

Maya gives Andy a long, ponderinh look... Then she connects the dots. "Oh,"

"yeah, oh, now can I please go?' Andy pleads, the other foot tiptoeing out the door.

Maya laughs. "Turns out it's not one sided after all," she nods to herself, letting Andy go. "I'll text you her new address,"

Andy gratefully nods at Maya, immediately running out of the station and onto the road... To where you are.

—

It's been a week since you moved to LA, and your new apartment is less than desirable, what with the rodent roommates and uninvited roaches... But hey, rent's expensive, and they eat the ticks and fleas—pros and cons.

You start your shift tomorrow, today being the last day of your settling in period. You sorely miss everyone back at 19, and you're starting to regret moving here.

'Andy doesn't want you there', you think to yourself; and all the longing thoughts of Seattle dispersed into the back of your mind.

Of course you miss Andy. She's one of the best things to have ever happened to you, and you know it. But what's done is done. You'll move on, and she'll move on; probably quicker than you. The thought stings you like a million wasps, but you'll survive this. You hope.

You sit down on your living room chair, and you look around your sparsely furnished apartment. All you got is a bed, a dining table and a chair, and the living room chair you're currently perusing. Living the dream.

You can't even cry about your current state. Maybe you should. You try, but nothing comes out. Frustrated, you throw an appropriately named throw pillow onto the floor, making your way to the kitchen area.

'knock knock'

A knock at your door alarms you. "I didn't order pizza," you think out loud, puzzled. 'as if you have the budget to order takeout.'

You open your door, prepared to send the stray pizza delivery guy away.

But instead, you find Andy, looking like she slept in the car.

Your eyes widen at the sight of her. "Andy? What are..."

Andy stands in front of your door, face weary, angry; but her gaze softens at the sight of you. "Why did you do this to yourself, rookie?"

You crease your eyebrows. "I requested a transfer, no big deal,"

"you requested that because of me," Andy grunts. "You don't have to go all the way over here, do you know how bad the traffic was?"

You want to laugh. To humor her. But you shrug. "I didn't think you'd come here. I thought you never wanted to see me again,"

"why would you think that?" Andy sputters in dismay, pushing past you, getting inside your sparse apartment. You wordlessly close the door after she gets in.

She sits on the bed with a weary sigh, fixing you a look of disbelief. "I said we were over... But I was grieving, rookie... I didn't have the headspace to think about anything other than my world crumbling beneath my feet,"

You sigh, sitting on the living room chair, not that far from the bed. Perks of a shitty studio apartment. "I understand that. But you ignored me at work, too. So I took the hint,"

Andy shakes her head with a small sigh. "I wasn't ignoring just you... I was ignoring everyone," she looks at you through tired eyes, mustering up an apologetic half smile. "But I'm sorry... I made you feel like shit, I made you move away,"

You shrug. "I'm fine,"

"no, it's not fine," Andy stands up off the bed, pulling you up from the chair, leading you to sit with her on the edge of the bed. "What we have—had, it's special, rookie. I don't want it to end, I want to fight for it,"

You look at her, searching her eyes. "But..."

"I fucked up, and I'm sorry. Please, give me a second chance,"

You feel heat rising in your cheeks. "I don't... I was..."

"fuck it, rookie—I don't want to keep this a secret anymore, please come back to Seattle, I don't know what path will be ahead of us, but..." She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it tight. "...I know I want to be with you, we work so well together, I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I did with you; you're like an open flame, I'm never cold,"

You're at a loss for words. "So... You want me back in 19?"

"I need you back in 19, and in our lives," Andy insists. "Come with me, come back to Seattle,"

"you want to be out in the open...? With me?" You ask, still a little uncertain.

Andy nods, squeezing your hand inside hers. "I shouldn't have made us be a casual thing. So yes, I want you with me, rookie. Us, a thing, back in 19,"

You let out a laugh, of relief, of happiness. "Wow, uh..." You stand up off the bed, hands on your head. "Yes, okay... Yeah, I'll... Help me pack..." You pick up a cardboard box from behind the chair, looking for a scissor.

"won't be a problem," Andy pursed her lips, looking around her. "Seeing as you still don't have a lot of things, just as you don't back in Seattle,"

You look at her, unamused. "So you don't want me back in Seattle," you put the box down, teasing her.

Andy creases her eyebrows with a grunt. She stands up, picking the box you dropped back up, pulling your hips flush against her with her other hand. "I spent 2 days driving here by myself to get you, rookie. I'm not gonna go back home empty handed."

You raise your eyebrows at her, playing coy. "You gonna reimburse me for this month's rent in rhis place?"

She scoffs out a laugh. "No, but... Maybe I can help you with something else..."

She cups your face with her hands, pressing your lips with hers, unsure at first on how you'd react. But after sensing that you kissed back, she kisses again, harder and more fervent. She spins you around, pushing you onto the bed.

No packing was done that day.

—

A week passed. Today is the day you're back to working at station 19.

"ready to go?" A topless Andy pecks a kiss on your lips, slipping past you to get her Seattle FD t-shirt strewn across the sofa in her apartment's living room.

You're fully dressed, just about. "Ready when you are,"

Andy nods, cheekily patting your backside as she yet again slips past you, this time for her car keys before the front door. "Then let's go, rookie,"

You smile to yourself, following her out.

—

Andy walks inside the station first, you telling her to do so, as you wanted to take in the reality that station 19 is your home... Again.

You walk through the entrance of the station, and is immediately blinded by streamers thrown onto your face!

"hey—" you swat the streamers away, confused.

"SURPRISE!" a chorus of your colleagues shout in your direction, their faces happy—and relieved to see you again.

You spot Andy in the far back of the crowd, smiling contentedly at you.

"what's this all about, guys...?" You ask your colleagues, still unsure why your return to 19 needs a celebration.

"you're the one that got away... But came back!" Vic exclaims proudly.

Andy shoots her a withering glare, which Vic ignores. "We... Still gotta workshop that, but basically... You're in the club, of, y'know, people whose heart Andy broke, but you're the only one she fought tooth and nail to get back,"

Jack nods. "Seems like you don't need to be in the Herrera exes support group club anymore," he mutters with pride... That at least one of them made it out.

"...and, also, welcome back, it doubles as a welcome back party," Dean clears his throat, getting everyone to disperse into the beanery instead of clogging up the entrance.

You laugh at the meaning of this whole celebration. You join them upstairs, eating and laughing with your colleagues.

Station 19 has a funny way of pulling people back in, with you being one of them.

—

You sit in the couches of the beanery, watching your colleagues mingle with one another as the sun dips down the sky. You spot Andy, who makes her way to sit next to you.

"rookie," she squeezes your thigh with one hand, leaning back on the couch. "You're not gonna leave again, are you?"

You shake your head with a smile. "I have reasons to stay,"

She looks at you, as you look into her eyes. She gives you an adoring grin, pulling you up off the couch, rejoining the others.

You let yourself be pulled... And you're not going anywhere.

—

Tagging: @geekyandgay98 @unexpected-character

#station 19 #andy herrera #andy herrera x reader #station 19 x reader #andy herrera x you #andy Herrera x f!reader #wlw imagine #this is quite long. idk the exact word count but I'm thinking 3k at least #andy herrera x female reader

[katherinezeetajones]

Wording

Andy Herrera x f!reader | 18+ | small amount of angst |

first, second, third part (but you can read all of them separately)

—

"you want me to do what?" Andy asks you, slightly thrown off.

"uh," you stammer, trying to get the right words out. "I want you to... Pretend to be my girlfriend... So I have someone to introduce to my parents... When I visit them next week,"

"and... they live in the same town we'll be having the yearly workshop in?" Andy asks a follow up question.

You nod, a little weightless from the crazy proposition you gave her. Well, not entirely crazy. You two have been secretly hooking up since the day before you started working in Seattle... Only to realize you both work as firefighters... In the same station.

Safe to say, it's been a crazy six month stint.

"you do know we're actually seeing each other?" Andy creases her eyebrows, hand on her hips—a classic, patented Herrera 'don't go fucking with me right now' stance. She shakes her head with a sigh, sitting down on the dining chair.

You shrug, pursing your lips with uncertainty. "Well," you sit on the spot next to her on one of the beanery's dining chairs. "You said you wanted this to be a casual... Low key thing..."

She turns her head around, looking around the empty beanery on this sunny afternoon before looking back at you with a look. "Which you agreed on," she turns her whole body to face you, face less than thrilled. "Now you want me to be your girlfriend in front of your parents? I'm not even out to papi—let alone this whole station,"

You feel your heart sink. Of course you knew she would say that. And you don't want to force her to do what she doesn't want to do—it's what drew you to her from the first place; her stubbornness, her strong-willed nature, being with her is like touching an open flame, but instead of running away from it, you embrace it—which is why you're a firefighter, you suppose.

So you thought you'd ask. But you already knew what she'd say the moment you came up with the idea. You give her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's a bad idea. I've just been trying to push my parents back from pestering me about my life—my love life, too—but yeah, it's a bad idea,"

Andy scrunches up her face quizzically. "You're close with them?"

You shrug. "I guess... You know the drill, they were my heroes when I was a kid, but eh. You grew up, and suddenly, they're just, y'know, people? They fuck up, but they did their best, so,"

Andy nods. "I get it," she sighs, patting her thighs as she stands up off the chair, walking behind the counter to grab herself a bag of chips from the cabinets. "And… you didn't actually tell them you have a girlfriend, right?"

You feel yourself wince... outwardly. "Well..." You say in a reluctant voice. "I told them I'm seeing someone—not a lie; but then they said 'ooooh who is she? Is she nice? We'd like to meet her!' And.... yeah,"

she gives you a look. And she sighs. “You…” she stops herself, half frustrated with your antics.

you shrug. “It’s cool. I’ll… ask Bishop,”

“Maya?” Andy let out an involuntary scoff, one that she immediately covers up with a cough, trying to seem unbothered.

“she’s not a bad person,” you assure her.

Andy lets a small, sarcastic upwards twitch appear at the corner of her lips. “Yeah, not bad,” she nods, grabbing a fistful of chips out of the bag. “Just because she’s out, doesn’t mean she’s your only option here,”

you feel yourself puzzled. “But you said you don’t want to,”

Andy sighs. “No, I…” she looks at you, wanting to say things unsaid, but she looks away.

and as luck would have it… the alarm sounds out, making you both rush out onto the streets, as duty calls.

—

you ride in the aid car, as Andy takes the ladder engine with Travis behind the wheel. Andy let out a sigh, as the engine makes its way down the road.

“Girl trouble?” Travis knowingly steals a glance at Andy, deep in thoughts.

Andy sighs. “…yeah, new girl asked me to be her pretend girlfriend so she could have someone to introduce to her folks,”

Travis chuckles. “When’s that gonna be?”

“That yearly workshop coming up,” she answers rather lazily.

“and you said no,” Travis guessed.

Andy sighs. “That obvious?”

He shrugs, eyes on the road. “You’re not out… and she’s pushing it,”

Andy rubs her temples tiredly. “That’s the thing,” she argues. “She knew I would say no, yet she asked—and then she wanted to ask Maya, of all people?”

Travis pursed his lips. “You… don’t want her to ask Maya?”

Andy scoffs. “And you do?”

he shrugs. “I don’t know, Andy… I mean, is it really because Maya is an objectively bad pick, or is it something else that’s bothering you?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Andy gives him a look, to which he just laughs mirthlessly at.

“you tell me,”

Andy scoffs. “I’m not jealous,”

“Didn’t say you were,” Travis expertly maneuvers the engine around the curb of the road, as expertly as he maneuvered his words around the topic.

Andy pursed her lips, annoyed at the audacity of Travis’ analysis… if it weren’t actually true.

—

That was a relatively easy call, you could say. You parked the aid car somewhere a bit far from the scene because of the human traffic around it, and you sigh at having to walk back to where it is.

Maya walks in step with you, seemingly out of nowhere.

"new girl," she said to you, and you notice her presence.

"I have a name," you say to your captain, rolling your eyes a little too often at how often you get called that nickname—you've been fighting fires for a decade, for fucks sake!

Maya brushes it off. "Yeah, yeah, we'll call you by your name once you're not a probie anymore, okay? Anyway, not why I'm talking to you,"

"then what—?" You asks, creasing your eyebrows. You keep a steady pace as the aid car comes into view, the sky dimming the sunlight as evening comes.

—

Andy and the others on the engine team finishes up the call, loading the hose back into the truck. Andy noticed you from the corner of her eyes, far off at the other end of the area, and her countenance brightens at the sight of you.

Not so much at the sight of you talking... No, laughing, with Maya.

Andy nudges Ben, busy putting things back into the engine. "What do you think they're talking about over there?"

Ben looks at the direction Andy is pointing at, and he doesn't bother looking twice. "I don't know. Cap said something about needing some member of shift A to hang back during the workshop, man the fort and all that? Maybe she's picking new girl,"

Andy rolls her eyes at the nickname. "She has a name—also, you were a probie shortly before her,"

Ben chuckles with a shrug. "I was annoyed when Vic wouldn't stop calling me probie, but now I get it, the power of calling someone a noob is an intoxicating feeling,"

Andy shakes her head with a small smile. He pats Andy's shoulder as he walks behind her, stuffing things back into the engine. She looks back at you and Maya, still talking animatedly.

'if what Ben said is true, then why do you two look too friendly?' Andy thinks to herself.

—

A Shift's over, everyone preparing to go home for the day. Andy notices you getting your stuff out of the locker, and she approaches you with an unreadable face.

"hey," she stands behind the locker door you immediately close, surprising you at how close she is.

"Andy," you raise your eyebrows, hoisting your bag behind your shoulder as you got the last of your things to go. "what's up?" You try to read her expression... To no avail.

"did you... Ask Maya?" She said, a bit subtle in the crowd of three others in the locker area.

You took a second to understand what she's referring to. Then you remember. "Oh, no, I didn't, she actually asked me to hang back from the workshop, so I guess she spared me from having to introduce a nonexistent girlfriend to my parents," you shrug with a small smile.

You expect Andy to look relieved, with a mixture of consternation. But she looks none of that. She instead... Looks disappointed?

"huh, that's... That's good," Andy mutters quietly, giving you a half assed expression of relieved sympathy. "That's a relief," she lands a finishing, unconvincing statement.

"...yeah," you notice something off with her, but you shouldn't push. Instead, you try the next best thing when you feel others' unease...

"why? You'd rather have me come with you anyway? So we could play hooky hookup?" You joke a throwaway line, a corny one to earn Andy's eye roll that you've come to adore.

And she does it. A classic Herrera eyeroll. "Okay, don't get cute," she said to deter you, but the faint smile on her lips says otherwise.

You lean your back on your closed locker door, putting on your best insufferable smug expression. "That's my best asset,"

Andy gives you a look, narrowing her eyes. "No... I would argue that this," she subtly puts her hand on your lower back, but you know where she's trying to aim. "This is your best asset,"

You raise your eyebrows. "Oh, this old thing?" You take her hand on your lower back, guiding it down to your ass, squeezing her hand to stay there. You look at her, her eyelids lowered at the feel of you.

Andy's gaze burns you, and you feel a split second of an electric discharge from the way you look at each other. Andy leans her face close to yours, and you have no way to escape. You've already positioned your back leaning against the locker door... All Andy had to do was pin you to it. And she does it. She kisses you, slowly but steadily, and you feel her hand moving from your ass, all the way to your nape; as you do the same to wrap her around you.

Your breathing grows ragged with how she pushes herself against you, grinding her hips against yours, but she suddenly pulls herself back from kissing you.

"what's wrong?" You ask her, trying to catch your breath, running your fingers through your messed hair.

Andy fixes you a look, catching her breathing too. She steps back from you, leaning on the locker room right in front of yours. "I'll meet your folks,"

"huh?" You look at her, confused. "I can't go, Maya wanted me to hold down the fort,"

Andy shakes her head. "Not right away," she offers, the end of her sentence a tinge of frustration at your inability to read between the lines of her romantic gestures. "But someday,"

You feel yourself blush. "You mean...?"

Andy looks away from your grinning face, with her cheeks a slightly rosier color than before. "...yeah, I... Look, I like spending time with you. I don't know how I'm gonna navigate this whole... New sexuality in my late 20s thing, but I do wanna see where this go... With you,"

"...quite easily," you muttered.

"what?" She creases her eyebrows at you.

"you navigated the new sexuality in your late 20s thing... Quite easily," you explain, earning an unamused look from Andy. "Doesn't hurt that you're a great kisser,"

Andy scoffs. "Flattery gets you nowhere,"

You continue bantering with your lieutenant as you finish packing up the last of your things, and she walks with you, seemingly not enjoying your company. But you know she enjoys your company, as you absolutely adore hers.

You want more. deep down in your soul you know that she's the one.

Maybe she doesn't think that you are, and you don't expect her to fully feel the same way...

But for now, it's enough.

—

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[katherinezeetajones]

(al)most ardently

An Andy x f!reader fic. Contains fluff

Previous parts - part 1 / part 2 (but you can just read any of them separately!)

It’s been four months since you started working at station 19, per your transfer from your hometown. You found your rhythm with everybody at 19, you’d even go so far as to call some of them your work family… or your family, actually.

Everything is going well, and you may make lieutenant in a couple more years, since you’ve been fighting fires for a little over a decade.

But there’s a problem.

You’ve been secretly hooking up with your lieutenant, Andy Herrera; the night before you two met at work...

...and you’re starting to catch feelings... for real.

It’s not like you want to develop feelings for Andy. She insisted that this should stay as a casual thing—she's got enough on her plate as is; what with the fallout between her and Maya, her dad dying from cancer—and you agreed to keep it casual—because you also don't do serious relationships.

But you should've learned from the funny way the world works by now—the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

And you're falling for her, fast.

But you're just not sure if she feels the same way, so you keep quiet. Besides, she's not even sure she likes women!

It's another day at work at the station, and you're on desk duty. The boredom is threatening to eat away at you, and you find yourself starting to fall asleep. 'nobody's here anyway... I can just take a small nap...' you think to yourself.

So you drift off...

—

Andy is absentmindedly sitting shotgun in the ladder truck, Ben driving the engine back to the station after a relatively easy call. He makes conversation with everyone—Vic and Travis in the back, none that Andy could bother focusing on.

Until she hears Ben calling her name.

"Herrera? Did you hear us?" Ben steals a glance at the brunette, who snaps back to reality as soon as she's called.

Andy turns her head facing Ben, shifting in her seat. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I said," Ben chuckles to himself, readily repeating his question. "...do you have a someone special?"

Andy creases her eyebrows in confusion. "What's up with the question?" She asks back.

Vic laughs from the back. "See, Warren—she's dodging the question, because she does have someone special!"

Ben shakes his head, amused. "Now, Herrera's entitled to her privacy..." he turns to Andy for a split second, before returning his gaze onto the road. "...But, I did notice that you're a whole lot less mad at the world recently, and maybe...?"

Andy scoffs, almost offended. "...So you think it's because I'm seeing someone?"

"I don't think, I know," Vic chimes in, smugness in her smile. "So spill, who's the new guy? Is it someone we know?"

'guy.'

Andy purses her lips. "I..." She trails off, her eyes wildly scanning the streets for something to fib about, but she comes up short.

"so it's someone we know," Travis nods knowingly.

Andy turns her head to the back, miffed. "How would you even guess that from my face—"

Travis shrugs. "I didn't," his shrugging, however, is mischievous. "But since you reacted that way, I'm guessing it is someone we know,"

Andy gives Travis and Vic a look. She narrows her eyes at the two, and turns back around, facing the front.

Ben laughs to himself. "So, who is it?"

"We are on the clock," Andy insists on dodging the question, stretching out her insistence on staying professional during work hours.

The rest groans, but leaves it be.

The rest of the ride back to the station is relatively silent.

—

Andy and the rest hops off their respective engines with weary sighs, having parked everything in the barn. The evening sky stretches on the horizon, and their shift is almost up.

Andy makes her way inside, trying to get a shower in before heading home. Instead, she sees the sight of you, sleeping soundly on the swiveling chair, head leaning on your arms propped on the receptionist table.

Andy feels her heart skipping a beat.

She approaches where you sleep... without any intention of waking you up. She watches your sleeping features, finding herself involuntarily smiling at the sight. "Sleeping on the job is unprofessional," she whispers to you... not like you can hear it.

She leans in closer to your sleeping form, noticing a stray lock of your fringe sticking to your forehead. Subconsciously, Andy's hand reaches out... Softly tucking your hair back behind your ear.

Andy purses her lips, kneeling on the floor next to the chair you're sitting (sleeping) on. She holds your hand, dangling at the edge of the receptionist desk. She rubs circles on the book of your thumb, weighing on whether or not she should wake you.

"what are you doing?" A voice snaps Andy back to reality, making her stand up rather abruptly, keeping a few paces away from you, still sleeping.

"Travis," Andy stuffs her hands into her pants pocket, nervously smiling, waving off her nerves.

Travis looks between the two of you... and he may have connected the dots, because all he can say after a stretch of a while is "...oh,"

Andy shakes her head, trying to make up excuses. "No, I didn't—I wasn't, I was just trying to wake her up—sleeping on the job is very unprofessional, you know—"

Travis chuckles to himself, shaking his head. He approaches Andy, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "I'm not going to tell anyone,"

Andy gives him a look, and sputters out a scoff, with a hand on her hips. "You got it all wrong,"

Travis plasters on an amused smile on his face. "I can see why you like her. She's funny, she's warm and friendly—yet she's got that air of mystery around her with the eyes hiding indescribable sadness, right?"

Andy stops for a beat to think. Then she sighs. "...Yeah," she reluctantly admits. "...especially the indescribable sadness part... I think, I think I'm falling for her—and I don't even..."

Travis smiles in understanding. "Then tell her,"

"we're just... Keeping it casual," Andy sighs, looking sideways, and uncertain. "I was the one who insisted I didn't want anything serious,"

"so tell her you had a change of heart,"

"easier said than done," Andy mutters without much effort hiding her dejected composure. "I mean, where do I even start?"

Travis chuckles with an understanding nod. "Start by waking her, tell her how unprofessional she's being for sleeping on the clock—and surprisingly, lucky to be a heavy sleeper for a firefighter," and with that, he makes his way upstairs.

Andy watches him go, then turns back to your sleeping form. She sighs, slowly approaching you. She gently squeezes your shoulder, and you find yourself slowly coming to.

"...Andy?" You said groggily, eyes bleary, the disoriented feeling of waking up from a nap getting to you.

Andy can't help but smile, despite herself. "Don't sleep on the job,"

You realize your mistake. "Oh, shit... I'm sorry," you shift on your seat, tidying up your uniform, which is reasonably crumpled around the sleeve area. "I swear I wasn't trying to slack off—"

She waves you off. "...Yeah, uh, listen... There's... Something else I wanted to say,"

"...is it the pudding thing?" You wince. "Because I didn't know that was yours,"

She stops herself for a beat. "That was you who ate my—nevermind, no, that's not it—"

You look at her, confused.

She's even more confused on how to articulate herself!

"look, I..." Andy is about to speak up...

"ladder 19, engine 19, aid car 19, requested to..." The alarm rings... Making Andy groan.

"let's... put a pin on that," Andy gives you a wry smile, squeezing your shoulder one last time before rushing off to the barn for the call.

You watch her leave, confused at what just happened.

"huh," you turn your attention back to desk duty for the remainder of your shift, still wondering if you should tell Andy how you feel about her.

'But it's not like she feels the same way!'

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