#cora vasquez

[simperoniandcheese]

focus of the week while i am sick with this wackass cold?

tj squeaky caruso. oh yeah, look at how pissed off this guy is lmaooo

[meriemgiftieworld]

Monica Barbaro as Cora Vasquez

Good cop 08x1

[timecomets]

Do you guys think they’re feeling holly jolly

[thegoodcopreads]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: @simperoniandcheese

Rating: Mature

Word count: 2984 (WIP - 4/? chapters)

Summary: Post-ep 10 (by like a few years). Cora and TJ have been trying for a year. Cora is fed up and TJ helps her look for alternatives.

[jakeseresinnix]

Jake Seresin x Natasha Trace AU // to the wonderful hannix fanfic writers, please help to fill in the conversation xD

[coraphoenix]

How different Monica Barbaro characters would comfort you if you were feeling down

Characters included: Natasha Trace (TGM), Anna Valdez (Chicago Justice), Cora Vasquez (The Good Cop)

Warnings: I don't think there are any. This is mostly just fluff and comfort!

Phoenix, as we see in the movie with Rooster, cares about her friends, especially when she can tell they're not feeling right. Her approach to comfort may seem too practical to some, but it's who she is.

♠️Natasha Trace

"Talk to me."

She wants to hear how you're feeling/what you're thinking. That way she can decide on the best course of action. Slightly solution-focused and will give you pep-talks. Also strikes me as someone who offers physical affection as comfort on occasion: tight hugs that feel like they're stitching your pieces back together, an affectionate hair ruffle, a firm back rub. She's a solid force, and that on its own is soothing. You have her in your corner, and you know she'll always be there for you!

One of the things I really loved about Anna's character is that she was no-nonsense but also very sympathetic. She's the person you call at 1 AM, knowing she'll be awake and more importantly, that she will really listen.

⚖️Anna Valdez

She's smart about dealing with people's emotions and is very easy to spill your guts to. Is it partly because it's a skill she's learned on the job? Maybe. Will listen to you, asking just the right questions to prompt you along when you're struggling to make sense of something. After ranting to her and feeling relieved, she would probably take you somewhere to get a bite to eat. If it's too late, she'll come over with take-out.

Cora wanted a family for as long as she could remember, someone to care for and get cared for by in return. Having you as her best friend is like having the little sister she always wanted. That includes rushing to you if you ever need her.

👮🏻‍♀️Cora Vasquez

She'll sit with you in darkness with a funny rom-com playing in the background if that's what you need, your head on her shoulder, her arm around you. Cora is someone who definitely plays with your hair, and you often find little braids after a movie night. If you don't want to talk, she's still happy to be there for you. Will often do the talking herself in those cases: "Listen to me, I know you might not want to talk about what's upsetting you, but I'm here for you, whether that's tomorrow or in a week." If someone's really hurt or upset you, she is rocking up to their house with her badge and all, and having a very serious talk with them.

She cares. A lot. She cares that you know she'll always be there for you because she didn't always have that. Physical touch and words of affirmation are the main tools in her arsenal.

And trust me, you do not want to be on the receiving end of her glare.

[literary-lesbian]

for all the natasha phoenix trace stans and people in love with monica barbaro - go and watch the good cop on netflix. sure i started watching it for her but i ended up genuinely enjoying it and watched the whole show in one day. it is a kinda goofy cop show so apologies if it's not your thing but cora vasquez can fucking shoot me and i'll thank her

[mangokittokatsu]

Hold Me In Your Arms

R my beloved! Our baby Cora getting some much needed comfort, she deserves the world and I adored writing this 🥹 @cradled-r

Cora Vasquez x Reader

WC: 1.3k

Tags: referenced drugging/attempted murder, mild panic attacks, hurt/comfort, fluff

You wake up to rapid knocking on your door, startling you out of your light slumber on the couch, another episode of Kitchen Nightmares playing at a low volume on the TV, autoplaying as you slept. Picking up your phone and seeing the time stare back at you, furrowing your brows together in confusion as the knocking starts back up again. Mumbling to yourself and groaning as you haul yourself off the couch, "I don't know who's waking me up at 2 in the morning but they better have a damn good re-" you cut yourself off as you pull your front door open, blinking in surprise and confusion to reveal your best friend pacing on your doorstep, "Cora? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon?"

She whips around to look at you, mouth opening and closing, trying to compose her words before the seasoned detective takes a breath and starts rambling, her pacing starting up once again as she does, "Sorry I know tonight's usually your 'sit on the couch drinking wine yelling at reality tv' night and I should be on my honeymoon but-" she stutters over a shaky inhale, "Warren drugged me and tried to kill me before Tony stopped him and I was at TJ's but he went to bed and then I couldn't sleep so I left but I didn't want to be alone and you're the only other person I have and I don't know why I'm here I'm sorry I'm probably bothe-"

"Cora!" You cut her off finally, seeing her breathing pick up with each passing word, "Warren what?" You stared at her in shock and a brief thought of 'oh my god I almost lost her' crosses through your mind, anger creeping through you in waves before her words fully process as you take in her form. She’s almost curled in on herself in vulnerability and she keeps glancing over her shoulder, startling at the noises that come from the street behind her in such an uncharacteristic way before you finally pull her inside and shut the door behind you. You guide her over to the couch and turn on the lamp on the side table, sitting her down and looking her over, hands never leaving her arms as you feel her tremble under your touch. Slowly sitting down next to her and pressing a hand to her chest and guiding one of hers to mirror the placement on your chest, "easy sweetheart, breathe with me, c'mon", you take steady, exaggerated breaths, feeling the tension and anger bleed out of your own body as you hear her ragged, rapid breathing start to even out and her shoulders slowly lose the rigid line they've formed in her anxiety.

She eventually lifts her head to make eye contact with you, her eyes shining with unshed tears before she throws herself forward into your arms as you startle slightly at the sudden uncharacteristic attack of affection when she wraps herself around you and lets out a sob into your neck, "I'm so stupid!" she cries out against your skin. You bring your arms up to wrap around her, grabbing your discarded blanket off the back of the couch in the process and squeezing her tightly as you speak quietly into her ear, "no you aren't darling, he fooled everyone, we all just assumed TJ was being, well, TJ. Warren is the one who's stupid for thinking he'd be able to get away with doing anything to the strongest person I know." She sniffles against your skin at that, "you mean that?" Your heart hurts at how your usually confident best friend sounds so unsure of herself, you know there was nothing she could have truly done to prevent, well, whatever it was that happened. You firmly stroke her back in a soothing motion as you let out a soft sigh, "of course I mean that Cora. Now, do you wanna tell me what happened?” You’re met with silence and a slight shake of her head so you continue, “Or, I can go grab another wine glass, or something stronger, and we can sit here, yell at the TV together, and I can give TJ some... Choice words later to get the details out of him if you'd rather not relive the events so soon." That earns you a wet laugh against your skin, the hot moisture of her breath mixing with the wetness left behind by her tears before she pulls away so you can see her face. her eyes still glistening and nose red as she sniffles and wipes at it, "I don't entirely trust you to not kill him since he obviously told you nothing, but I also just-" she chews on her lip and averts her gaze down, struggling to get the words out. You bring a hand up to rest on her cheek, face etched with gentle concern as you wait.

"Just what, Cora?"

"I just want to be held, please. I don't want my last memory of feeling safe while being held to be with him. I need to feel safe. You make me feel safe."

You feel your heart flutter at the declaration as she flicks her eyes back up to you, a small smile now quirking up the corners of her lips, "besides, I do want to see you yell at Caruso because he should've known better than to not think to update you at all." You know she’s trying to deflect with humor, some of her walls that you had broken down put back up involuntarily as a defense mechanism, an old habit of hers. Knowing her as long as you had, that if you pushed she’d shut down, you let it slide for now as you both let out a giggle at that, just sitting in each other's arms for a moment before she gently nudges you, "Now, I think you mentioned something about yelling at the tv with wine and something stronger? You still have that tequila I gave you for Christmas?"

"Of course I do, I only drink it with you, no one else is allowed to touch it"

"Gettin sentimental over some tequila now are we?"

"Shut up," you roll your eyes at her teasing with a smile before untangling yourself from her as you get up to retrieve another wine glass along with a few larger glasses for the tequila and the random bottle of mixer you had stashed in your fridge. You return to the couch and pour roughly two shots into each glass, pouring the mixer overtop before settling back onto the couch next to her, gathering her up in your arms again after handing her glass to her and turning up the volume on the tv. You give her the rundown on the episode so she knows what’s happening, the two of you yelling at restaurant owners like you know what you’re talking about, bantering with each other without a second thought. You feel her relax into your embrace over the course of the episode and it just felt... right, having her in your arms like this despite the circumstances that led to it. You grab her now empty glass out of her loose grip and carefully lean over to set it on the table next to your own empty one before settling back down and giving her a small squeeze, slightly burying your nose into her hair and breathing in the sweet scent of her hibiscus shampoo and conditioner, feeling your own anxieties at the situation melt away as you have her safe in your arms.

It wasn't the right time to bring it up of course, but maybe almost losing her would give you the confidence to tell her how you feel. How you have felt for months now, about how your feelings of friendship for your closest confidant had grown into something more, something you wanted to share with her and feel forever. But for now you were more than happy to sit here, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. All her anxieties flowing out of her as she finally feels exhaustion take over, a mumbled "thank you" flows past her lips as she drifts off to sleep against you, a slight smile lingering on her face even while she rests, feeling safe at last.