Hiiii! I saw that you were writing fics on Love Quinn and since there are very few fics on her I wanted to make a request !
Maybe a fic where the Reader is at Madre Linda for several years, she has been loved by all her neighbors and when Love and Joe arrive in the neighborhood, the Reader is the only one to treat Love with compassion and eat the pastries that Love makes.
Can also be a part where Reader passively aggressively defends Love to Sherry.
That was just a little request Love x Reader :)
love doth ran smooth
description: out of every person that lives in madre linda the only person you seem to get along with his your new married neighbor, love quinn. of course, falling for a married women comes with its own pains.
warnings: minimal angst, cheating, and smut if you squint, excessive usage of the word ‘you’, joe goldberg, happy ending who?
pairings: love quinn x fem!reader
word count: 4,151
a/n: took me longer than usual! but i do hope the requester enjoys this one! i do quite like it!
reblogging and liking is greatly appreciated!
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
you’ve always had a familiarity with every living, breathing creature thriving in madre linda. you could admit all day long that you also shared a hatred for the place, but it’s safe and you like the security.
madre linda has treated you reasonably well for a good while, but lately, it’s become boring. you’re sick of the same stuck-up mothers and woke fathers that claim they know their wives like the back of their hands, despite their infidelity.
you know everything about everyone, every little dirty secret.
though that changes with your new neighbors. the small family across the street, an adorable baby boy and his lovely parents.
interest immediately fills your mind about the family, the only family in madre linda you don’t know anything about.
you happen to meet love quinn-goldberg first, which just so happens to be because sherry invited her for a quick latte with a overwhelming side of gossip.
you find yourself defending love numerous times throughout the conversation, sherry coating it up with friendly jesting and her friends agreeing.
“we’re in the 20th century, sex talk isn’t a taboo anymore. it’s fine! so love, how are you and joe?…y’know with the sex?”
love nearly chokes on her latte and you don’t blame her. sherry is way out of line.
andrew, kiki, and sherry seem to find humor in love’s reaction.
“oh my god, you’re embarrassing her.”
andrew cackles, covering his mouth as they all examine love.
she laughs along but you can tell clearly that it isn’t from hilarity, simply a response of not knowing how else to react.
“i don’t know, i’d be a little weirded out too if some people i just met were asking me about my sex life.”
your retort seems to catch sherry and her little clan by surprise. they stare at you with a dumbfounded look on their faces that would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so annoyed with them.
“well we apologize love.”
sherry announces with possibly one of her fakest grins ever.
“it's fine.”
but you know in fact it’s not fine and love’s small smile to you is like a relieved thank you.
kiki proceeds to chat about her life and it becomes an endless cycle of gossip to catch love up about everyone in the town.
quickly you come to the fruition that love isn't like the other moms.
love quinn doesn’t care about the gossip, oftenly you see her avoid it at all costs. she closes up as soon as someone raises a question about herself and she directly attempts to divert the conversation, which continually works in her favor.
sherry is more than excited to invite joe and love to her neighborhood party, a thought-out move so sherry could flaunt her pristine and utopian life in the new girl’s face.
it honestly feels like high school all over again with her.
“oh love, i’d love to have you and joe at my party.”
you hope she’ll say no, in hopes love won’t succumb to sherry’s antics.
but when kiki and andrew basically gang up on her you know she’ll have no choice but to show up, unless love makes up an excuse which you know she most likely won’t do.
“you two have to come!”
“sure, yeah…uh we’ll be there.”
sherry turns to you and you already know her question.
“has there ever been a party you’ve had that i haven’t went to? of course, i’m going.”
sherry claps her hands together happily.
“perfect!”
you’re more than surprised to see love and joe arriving at the party, it doesn’t take long for sherry to pinch her queen bee stinger into love, dragging the girl away.
you keep quietly away, observing the large crowd and possibly scarfing down a bit too much wine.
love’s lack of judgment from sherry’s gossip is a good breath of fresh air, as you eavesdrop.
you remain near enough to hear but not have been seen, trying to avoid as much as possible being hauled into the exchange.
you know the women of madre linda too well to be fooled by the preppy front sherry prefers to masquerade.
so as you watch love overhear sherry more than likely saying terrible things about her life before this suburban hell of a town it doesn’t come as a shock.
normally, you wouldn’t feel too bad but for love you do.
the look on her sweet face gives you a gut-wrenching feeling. you honestly don’t understand why you care so much.
naturally, you come to whisk love away from the gossip of her own life. she needs a distraction, a not-so-terrible person to be around.
that’s where you come in.
“i won’t try to make you feel better and say ‘don’t let them get to you’ because i know it’s easier said than done. sherry does that with everyone, tries to make them feel small so they’ll shut up and won’t compete with her.”
love listens intently, she doesn’t even stop to take a sip of her wine. you can tell she’s quite bothered by the whole ideal.
“she does that with you?”
you laugh lightly, snorting into your glass of wine. pure entertainment on your face.
“hell no, sherry doesn’t have anything on me.”
your statement comes off more conceded than you intended but luckily love doesn’t seem too phased.
love sighs deeply, her eyes close in exasperation and she gently tugs at her wavy chocolate brown hair.
“i made pie and she looked at it like it was fucking contagious.”
the conversation travels into a lighthearted mood. the air shifts into something more comical and you can feel love relax.
“yeah, i caught that.”
love senses your amusement and smiles lifting her once solemn and disappointed eyes. the two of you are laughing in no time, leaning on the other with fits of guffaws.
“wait…you were watching?”
your honest words come back to bite you. there’s no use in lying, love has already caught you.
“i kept looking at the door, wanted to see if you’d actually show up. can’t say i would’ve blamed you if you hadn’t.”
there’s a bearable pause in the conversation, you watch people laughing, pouring themselves drinks. you’ve seen this thousands of times, but being invited to so many parties could do that to someone.
love leans into you comfortably.
“like my dress?”
the girl questions randomly while playing with her neatly styled hair. you realize right then how captivating her blue eyes are.
“it’s really pretty, suits the pretty lady well.”
you discreetly flirt, the wine could very well be to blame but you doubt it.
the air feels heavy and you find yourself looking at love’s glossy lips for far longer than you should be.
you randomly switch to a different topic after a small fit of quiet. the rest of the party goes unnoticed by the two of you, the many voices and laughter doesn’t even bother you at this point.
“…i don’t know, there’s something about you that i like. you’re not like them, not stuck-up. you’ve had real trauma, not any of that fake shit the rest of madre linda claims to have.”
love rolls her eyes, taking your words as an exaggeration but deep down she feels them. she’s glad you get her.
“you can tell all that just by looking at me?”
“yeah pretty much.”
you counter playfully while downing the rest of your expensive bittersweet red wine.
after taking a small sip out of her glass, love pulls your glass out of your grasp and in return gives you her nearly filled one.
she doesn’t seem phased by the fact her lips once rested on the same glass you’re now drinking out of.
she smirks but doesn’t say anything more about the small interaction.
“where is it?”
you question looking around for something unknown to love but she’s curious and begins peering around as well.
“where’s what?”
you smile at the short girl, tucking a straying strand of hair behind her ear. love’s breath catches and she hopes you don’t notice.
oh, but you do.
“the pie you made, i’ll try it. you did say you were a trained cook. so i’m sure it’s good, at least better than anything i could ever make.”
“oh, it’s better than anything you could make. i’d say i’m pretty confident in my skills.”
you squint at love, feigning insult but she only cackles at you, seeing right through to your gaiety.
“see look normally i’d be offended but since you’re so pretty i’ll have to suck it up.”
love smiles cheekily as she gathers two plates but you stop her right in her tracks.
“wait, wait take the entire pie.”
love looks back at you with amusement.
“the whole thing? where are we going?”
you briefly look around the party, sherry, and her clan are distracted so no one will see you both leave together.
“somewhere special, c’mon trust me.”
you drag love along with you out the front door, and to your luck no one sees the both of you flee. too busy drinking, talking, or gossiping altogether.
after a short five minutes of wandering you and love finally come to a secluded cliff that oversees nearly the entire town.
the view is truly stunning from where the two of you stand and the bright lights of the city reach miles away.
“how do you know about this spot?”
love places the large well-baked pie onto her lap, unwrapping a silver fork from a napkin she stole.
“i’ve lived in this town forever, after a while you pick up a thing of two. i come here often so, it’s like a little escape room. keeps me sane and far away from the madre linda repartee.”
the local crickets chirp into the evening air and it makes for peaceful background noise.
“you saying that made me realize how little i know about you.”
love speaks but she’s distracted by the pie and the sight ahead of her.
“well that’s the reason of making new friends. where’s the fun if you already know me?”
you seem to always know what to say next and love admires that aspect about you.
you watch love carefully scoop a mouthful of the pie onto a fork, her hand hovering below it ensuring no fallen treat to waste.
you’re not aware she’s trying to feed you until love nudges the utensil your way.
it’s cute how her mouth falls open with yours as if she’s feeding her baby.
the bite of pie instantly fills your mouth with flavor, love definitely is skilled.
the moment is small but you can’t ignore how intimate it seems to feel either way.
“it’s blueberry, gluten-free too.”
love nervously adds as if you’d ever dislike any treat she’d ever make.
“love this is amazing! have you thought about opening a bakery here or something? everyone would love you, sherry would loathe you. it would be perfect.”
she smiles bashfully at your comment as if love has never been complimented before. your words for whatever reason mean more to her.
“thank you…i should, shouldn’t i? i mean i do love baking…but i wouldn’t even know where to start.”
you sit and think for a short while until an idea pops into your head.
“don’t worry about that, i can help you. there’s this place in the middle of town that used to be a bakery, it didn’t do too well but i’m sure you’d be a total hit…i could show you the place tomorrow and if you like it then it’s yours!”
love queries skeptically.
“you just have a random space lying around?”
a hum falls from your lips as love proceeds to feed you more of her delicious blueberry pie. she stares at you intently waiting for your next words.
“well not exactly. my uncle is the landlord and he just so happens to love me, it works in your favor love. you can have that, it’s all yours.”
another cricket chirps.
“you’d do that for me?”
two crickets chirp together.
“you seem pretty worth it.”
you tease.
the bright smile and elated look on love’s face brings you genuine joy. you’ve only met her a couple of weeks ago but she’s already one of your favorite people.
you watch as the girl cycles through about five different varieties of emotions in a quick three seconds. her happiness radiates off to you and she’s so excited to the point of nearly dropping the now half-eaten pie.
you laugh and quickly place the pie in a much safer space beside you.
both of you taking turns with the same fork, it feels so intimate that it's almost like some messed up type of fate.
the girl leans her head against your shoulder and you can’t help that your eyes fall directly to her lips. the glittered lights fall over her face in a beautiful glisten, love looks gorgeous and you finally get to process just how gorgeous she is.
love leans in slowly, and you don’t even catch how focused she had been on your lips.
you don’t stop her, no one’s watching and you want this.
your hand reaches up to caress love’s flushed face during the kiss. her lips are soft as they press into yours with care. love’s hair shuffles into her face and you find pleasure in moving it away.
you’d be satisfied with touching her at all and this kiss definitely suffices.
it isn’t until the two of you pull away that the guilt immediately finds its way to your head.
love is married, and she has a beautiful baby boy.
you don’t want to ruin that.
the realization of what you just done sobers you up so fast to the point where it’s almost painful.
you pull completely away in a shameful panic.
“love we can’t…you’re married. i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking.”
you rise from the edge of the mountain. the lights of every house and establishment are insanely grounding to your feelings of shame.
“i’ll walk you back to sherry’s, your husband is probably waiting.”
love remains silent but if you’d simply look at her face, you could see every emotion running through her mind, and not one of them is guilt.
the party is still on by the time you both arrive back at sherry’s house. it’s like the two of you never left.
love finds her way to joe and you overhear her make up an excuse as to where she’d gone for the past thirty minutes.
you fill the glass love had given you with more now painfully bitter wine.
once the day ends and you’re finally home there’s nothing but regret pounding at your head. you’ve woken up way later than usual, but you silently thank yourself for leaving out some meds and a cup of water to take.
you sit with yourself for at least an hour contemplating your decisions with love the night prior.
almost regret telling her about the open space considering that now you have to show it to her the morning after your situation.
but when she calls you it’s nearly impossible to tell her off.
“hey…uh, just wanted to know if we were still gonna meet up. if not that’s fine. i…uh totally get it.”
her voice sounds so sincere that it makes you feel bad for leaving her the way you did.
“no, no it’s okay. i’ll send you the address, meet you there in twenty?”
the plan is on and you scurry around your house like a madman trying to get ready with what little time you gave yourself.
driving up to the building with love held heavy on your mind, there's hardly a second you go without thinking about her.
things seem to go decently as you talk love through the stages of renting out the space. everything is prepared for love to simply sign the lease and you could be out of there just as quickly as you came.
the hard exterior of your professionalism doesn’t seem to phase love at all and it’s incredibly difficult to be practiced when all you’re pondering about is love’s soft lips and tearing her clothes to the ground.
your eyes stray to love’s lips and it’s almost as if that’s what she wants. for a small second, you could’ve sworn that she smirked at you.
while you’re distracted with love she brings up a problem that you honestly thought would've remained hidden in your back pocket.
sadly you’re mistaken.
“are we not going to talk about what happened?”
why couldn’t she just sign the damn paper?
“love, i don’t think that’s a good idea.”
love can sense your exasperation, it’s almost like she’s purposely trying to pry.
“do you regret it?”
“love what..? i can’t answer that and you know it.”
you walk away but love is heavy on your heels, she pulls on your arm turning you to face her.
“i’m asking you to be honest with me. that’s all i want.”
you sigh deeply.
love’s delicate hand on your shoulder isn’t helping your case.
“no, of course not. i wouldn’t have done it if i regretted it.”
“i don’t either.”
“but you should love.”
“and i don’t. that won’t change by us not talking about it.”
you can see clearly how much of an effect you had on love since the kiss, you aren’t the only one torn about the circumstances.
“there is nothing to talk about, we kissed and we both enjoyed it even though we shouldn’t. that’s all.”
facing love with the facts is like talking straight to a brick wall, this girl is different. you almost forgot why you fell for her so hard.
“kiss me then.”
“love-”
“you said you enjoyed it, so kiss me again.”
the two of you have a long stare-off, long enough to thicken the air like black cough syrup. it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth but you have to get through to love.
unfortunately, that is easier said than done and you fall for her charm.
“fuck it.”
you rush over to love, pushing her up against the nearest wall, as your lips met, you feel a rush of heat flood your body. love’s mouth is warm and soft, her breath sweet and intoxicating.
your tongues dance together passionately, exploring each other with an almost primal hunger. you could feel the beat of love’s heart against your chest.
it was as if time had stopped, and you were lost in a moment of pure, unadulterated desire.
love’s moans race inside your head like a memorized song. your hands tug at her body, pushing and pulling her against you as if she was simply putty in your hands.
when love pulls away for a breath you attack her pale neck, and she leans to the side to grant you entry. wrapping her arms around your neck to tow you closer.
love is just as frantic, with each breath she takes love tugs at your bottom lip with teeth as if you’d disappear at any given second.
you can feel the rough bite and metallic blood pool at your lip but she licks it away animalistic, and desperately.
your combined breaths could single-handedly send a wind turbine soaring into the sky.
when love goes to unbutton her pants you instantly stop her. it’ll have gone too far at that point.
you curse yourself for lacking control.
“look at me, we can’t…we just can’t.”
you’re simply defeated watching the hope drain from love’s pretty blue eyes.
you peck her lips, a symbol for the last kiss.
there’s an awkward silence as love re-buttons her pants. when the two of you have calmed down you hand love your clipboard, silently asking her to sign the papers.
“i’ll send you my uncle’s contact and he’ll have the rest of the paperwork sent to you online.”
once love finishes her signing, both of you head back upstairs which ultimately leads to a more uneasy silence.
“if you need anything else just call me.”
with that you leave love alone on the premises, not being able to bare another fleeting second with her.
eventually, once you arrive back home, your nerves simmer. hours later you get confirmation from your uncle that love has signed all the paperwork needed to start her bakery.
you’re genuinely excited for her but it seems like showing it will be a bit more difficult if you can't even keep your hands off her.
weeks pass and you assume the chemistry between love and you has dissipated. you want to show love some support for her newly opened bakery, so you pop up much to her delight.
things truly are different, love beams with the happiness that comes from her bakery and you purchase as many pastries as you can scarf down in one sitting.
“woah, you weren’t kidding. you mind as well open ten more of these all around the world. this is the best thing i’ve ever had.”
you insist, chowing down on a double chocolate chip muffin. something that seems simple but love still manages to go the extra mile with her flavor.
“glad you like it.”
love beams at you.
the chemistry is very much still there and you nearly fuck love on the bakery counter.
“i missed you.”
love huffs, riding up her dress as you place her on the counter, lips interlocked in a rough make-out.
hands fondling any exposed surface they could get to. love’s warm skin sends sparks to your fingertips, hands that have touched her far too many times.
the baby blue apron once wrapped around love’s figure is now long discarded.
you’re pulled in impossibly close by the harsh wrap of love’s legs. she cranes her neck to allow you in, and immediately you bite at the soft skin.
love can’t think hard enough to tell you not to leave any marks, too wrapped up in your touch.
your touch is like ice against love’s warm thighs. you spread her legs open wide and push away her pretty, red lace underwear.
solidifying the pure longing the two of you share for one another.
blue eyes peer at you intensely, silently begging.
when you finally touch love, she has a whole body convulse. it’s been so long since she’s been touched and it feels too good to be true.
maybe because it is too good to be true.
love whines loudly onto your lips as you flick your fingers deliciously against her core.
this feeling with love is all you could ever ask and maybe it’s something you want so badly because of its forbidden nature, but you’ve never felt this way for anyone.
love is like unattainable wine.
the two of you are abruptly dragged back to reality as the door rattles while a customer walks in, her phone pressed to her face.
she has no clue what she just walked in on.
you quickly pull away and love pulls her dress down along with tying her apron as if nothing happened.
you pretend to have been sitting at one of the tables the entire time while the customer finally greets a flustered love.
they briefly converse and love hands a pastry-filled box to the girl which leaves with a small wave to you.
the girl doesn't even question why all the curtains were closed in the first place, you thank the heavens for that.
then there is a dead silence as you and love stare at one another, not wanting to be the first one to talk.
yet, you speak up.
“why are you so fucking hard to resist?”
you fume agitatedly and aggravated that you can’t get what you want which has never been the case. you refuse to be the reason love’s son grows up in a broken home.
love remains quiet, fully aware of your anger and her own wrongdoings.
“this isn’t how this is supposed to be. you’re married love, but i just can’t seem to stay away from you and it's infuriating.”
your fist pounds against the table, and love comes to your aid. more than willing to make you feel better, but that’s not what you want.
“hey, listen to me-”
“no. just stop. look, i have to go. this has gone too far and i’m more than willing to admit my faults here.”
love tries to soothe you, with her hand on your cheek and for a moment you want to lean into her touch.
but you can’t.
it’s wrong.
“i have to leave you alone. that’s the only way this goes away.”
and with that, you leave the bakery, and you leave love alone no matter how hard it is to see her not with you.
because she’s married, and love has a beautiful baby boy.
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