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helloo i’m cruz

they/them butch capricorn

i like to write i only write for women

currently write for | the pitt criminal minds

Dana Evans x Gn!reader

; age gap . guided smoking?? . fluff . established relationship

"Hey stranger".

You recognise your wife's voice. The thick accent that snakes around the syllables has become a distinct comfort. You turn and are met with her shorter figure leaning against the brick wall of the ambulance bay, arms crossed over her chest.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke you smile softly at the woman. "Hi" you murmur as she approaches. Dana stands in front of you, tilting her jaw up. She's close enough that her sweet perfume is mingling with the sharp smell of your cigarette. Her eyes travel to your left hand, said cigarette held firmly between your index and middle fingers spouting smoke.

"Those will kill you, you know?" She takes it from your hand and brings it to her lips, taking a long drag before dropping her hand to her side. "I could say the same to you" you murmur, eyes fixated on her lips as they blow smoke to the side. "I'm old" she retorts.

You chuckle. "Maybe I'm just trying to catch up" you shrug, gesturing for the half smoked cig. "Give it back". Dana sighs and brings her hand up between the two of you. You reach for the cigarette again but she flinches away when you do.

"Baby..." you practically whine out. Your wife grins at your desperation before bringing the cigarette to your lips. The faint lipstick mark left on the paper makes your stomach curl with lust. "Inhale" she instructs and you do, eyes locked on hers.

You welcome the bittersweet taste into your mouth. Dana watches you closely and finds herself jealous of the smoke, the way it gets to lick at your mouth and coil around your insides.

The woman revels in the way you lean back from her hand to exhale, tilting your head so your jawline is highlighted from the strain while the smoke spills from your lips.

"You got any patients?" Dana rasps out. You shake your head.

The woman hums, her jaw momentarily twitching upwards. You take the opportunity to lean down and press your lips to hers. You exhale into the kiss, hand finding Dana's waist and squeezing as her tongue dips into your mouth. The dull burn of the cigarette still lingers in your chest, harsh flavour on your tongue as you press the muscle further into Dana's mouth.

The kiss is slow but charged, the weight of each of your days being made easier with the proximity of the person you both feel most comfortable with, each other.

Your actions elicit a low groan from the nurse, her hand landing on the front of your scrubs and gripping tight. "You think– you'll be home... early tonight?" Dana huffs out as you kiss her between words unrelenting. You nod, kissing the corner of her mouth before leaning back and taking in her slightly disheveled appearance. "I'll make sure of it" you say softly to her.

You can’t fight yourself from leaning back in, groaning when her palm is firm against your collar pushing you back. “Down girl, we should probably get back to work”. Her eyes remain on your lips and you chuckle.

lil snippet from a wip | suggestive content

this is such a fun dynamic and please if anyone has ideas or requests i’m open to trying to write them!!

the first time reader sees yolanda cry they’re truly unsure of what to do. when yolanda; this usually stoic, no nonsense woman shows up on their doorstep with tears staining her cheeks and a hoodie enveloping her.

you usher her inside, closing the door behind her with your mind reeling at the sight of yolanda crying at the front door of your apartment. you quickly turn your attention back to her and place a firm hand on her upper arm. “what’s wrong?” you ask softly, hand moving comfortingly up her bicep. she just shakes her head and steps forward, dropping her forehead to your shoulder. your arms encircle her, holding the woman tight against your body with hands grounding her. she immediately falls apart against your shoulder, tears spilling from her eyes as she silently sobs into the fabric of your sweater. she grabs at your back and you just squeeze her tighter, hoping to alleviate some of the emotion she’s feeling. yolanda eventually loosens her grip on you and stops sobbing, replacing it with shallow breathing to which you begin rubbing her back soothingly while murmuring words of support into her hair.

“it’s okay, i’m here, i’ve got you.”

her breathing eventually slows and she finally leans back. the sight causes your chest to tighten. her eyes are all red and puffy and her face is tear stained. “my love…” you whisper, hands coming up to hold your girlfriends face. thumbs are quick to brush tears from under her eyes before you lean in and delicately press your lips to her cheeks, desperate to erase the tears still forming as if it could take away her sadness. she tilts her jaw up and you peck her lips carefully, still holding her face in your hands as if she were the most delicate thing on the planet. “do you want to talk?” she shakes her head and you nod. “do you want to sleep?” she nods and you lead her to your bedroom, pulling back the covers and allowing her to slip under. you take your place next to her and she immediately curls into you, laying her head on your chest.

kissing with no intent of it going anywhere. kissing just to feel each other. lips moving softly and slowly against one another, hands wandering for the purposes of memorising everything the pads of their fingers brush. yolanda revelling in these moments of intimacy where there’s no rush and no expectations.

after a while the two of them become a stereotypical married couple, bickering lovingly. "move your hands are cold" when reader attempts to cuddle up behind yolanda after coming home from night shift and slipping behind her in bed. complaining about each others six am alarms when one of them has a day off. reader covering their head with a pillow dramatically while yolanda gets up.

reader catching yolanda dancing while cooking one time and it becomes a thing between the two of them. reader approaching yolanda in the kitchen and coaxing her into dancing with a hand on her waist and the other slipping into yolanda’s hand. something something dancing to baile inolvidable while yolanda’s giggling into your neck.

your hand is on her waist as you move along to the music, yolanda’s soft laugh is the only thing cutting through the music as you hold her close to you. she parts your embrace for a moment to allow you to twirl her carelessly before returning to your arms. you smile at the grin on her face and press your lips to her cheek in a moment of pure bliss.

reader catching a cold after spending weeks over working themself. yolanda hears at the end of her shift about them getting sent home after almost fainting in a trauma room. she rushes home and finds reader half asleep on the couch. they're shivering underneath a woolen blanket and yolanda kneels in front of them, hand resting on their sweaty forehead. after carefully coaxing them into taking some pain meds and eating something small, yolanda sits on the end of the couch with readers head in her lap. she gently cards her hands through their hair, holding them close as they eventually drift off.

first time they work out together yolanda gets genuinely flustered. reader who so effortlessly benches close to yolanda’s body weight which has her staring wide eyed with her thighs squeezed together. yolanda and reader both love admiring their significant others muscles. reader obsessing over yolanda’s defined thighs while yolanda fixates on readers biceps and shoulders, hand often curling around readers arm whenever they’re next to each other.

in the same vein, yolanda drooling over her butch when they move in together. watching them lift boxes and everything, tutting at yolanda the moment she tries to lift anything remotely heavy. “i got it baby” reader hums calmly while taking a box from yolanda’s arms.

the two of them genuinely healing each other one emotionally intelligent conversation at a time. reader who usually just shuts down and yolanda who runs away from confrontation now learning to communicate and love each other through hardships. yolanda buying reader flowers after an arguement and reader doing the same, both giggling into a warm embrace whilst forgiving each other.

first time reader sees yolanda out of scrubs they’re hooked. her style is elegant even when it’s casual and it just makes reader even more obsessed with her.

reader assumed that their first kiss with yolanda would be as serious and rigid as she seems to be but it’s surprisingly soft, yolanda kisses as if she’s nervous almost which makes your chest flutter.

genuinely obsessed with this dynamic partially because i’m being self indulgent but who cares. also this post is kind of all over the place but i just had too many ideas to get out.

yolanda and readers apartment is filled with books. both incredibly into politics, books on history, art, science, philosophy— literally anything and everything, they will have a book on it. love conversing about such topics, spending slow mornings talking about world issues and medical journals they’ve read while sipping coffee.

your fingers carefully card through yolanda’s hair as she animatedly recites bits and pieces from an article in jama about amputation prevention. you sip your tea and smile softly at your girlfriend, still in her pyjamas with her feet tucked under her on the couch. yolanda’s voice becomes background noise as your eyes trace over her features. “isn’t that cool?” she says while turning to you and you nod mindlessly with a hum. “were you even listening to me?” “definitely” you murmur.

at night they’ll lay in bed together reading or if one of them is too tired they’ll lay on the other as they read. reader having finished a long shift and just immediately curling into yolanda’s chest. yolanda’s hand tangling in readers hair as she balances her book with one hand.

yolanda delights in the way that her butch comes completely undone at home, under her touch. even at work she notices how quickly they soften up around her when they pass in hallways or brush shoulders in trauma rooms.

obsessed isn’t enough to encapsulate how reader feels about seeing garcia in full surgeon mode when she comes down to the pitt, brows pulled tight in concentration while fixing up a patient. her confident stance and steady tone as she orders interns and residents around. reader genuinely has to fight to keep their hands off yolanda at work, practically salivating at the mere thought of her in scrubs.

both are also very nerdy, yolanda more secretly so than reader. when yolanda first goes over to readers she's shocked to see action figures and framed posters all displayed prominently in their apartment. after long shifts they'll watch reruns of old sci fi shows or yolanda will curl up next to reader while they play one of their many video games.

both are insanely protective over each other. em resident!reader getting punched by a patient and yolanda finding out at the end of their shift.

yolanda exits the trauma room, eyes landing on you hunched over one of the computers finishing up some charting. she approaches you and taps your foot with her own. "whats up baby" she utters. you turn with a smile pulling at your lips and her eyebrows immediately furrow as her eyes zero in on the bruise already forming on your cheekbone. "what the fuck happened". her hand is quick, tilting your jaw up to examine the damage. "some guy hit me... it's nothing don't worry about it" you try to say while standing, hand coming to rest on her arm. she shrugs you away and crosses her arms. "you're kidding right this isn't nothing; have you reported it? dana?" she turns to the charge nurse, raising an eyebrow. "don't worry hot shot i made sure they had their statement taken" she assures and yolanda looks back to you with a sigh. "i've been checked over, i'm fine it's just a little bruising. it'll be gone in a few weeks". yolanda shoots you a look. "plus i have a hot doctor at home that can monitor me" you add making your girlfriend smile a little. "you're lucky i wasn't here when he hit you" she grumbles and you grin. "oh i know you would've tore him a new one".

cannot not flirt with each other. reader is always flirting like theres no tomorrow, showering yolanda in compliments at any given moment. when yolanda walks into the kitchen while reader is cooking breakfast she’s greeted with a "morning sexy", reader shooting a quick "what's up gorgeous" or "hey hot stuff" when passing yolanda in the hospital.

they both adore skin to skin but would never admit it to other people. laying in bed together chest to chest just tracing every freckle, scar, and line that adorns each others bodies.

both are gym rats, yolanda obsessing over sweaty reader coming home after the gym. hands all over them as soon as they're in the door and they just stand there drinking a powerade or something while yolanda kisses across their jaw. yolanda buying them matching workout gear, different styles obviously but the same colours. reader buying yolanda lululemon sets on a whim cause they know she’ll look good in them.

going to a fancy event, maybe for a medical conference or something. reader is in a suit and yolanda is in a dress, they both can't keep their hands off each other.

the car slows to a stop and yolanda is immediately pulling her seatbelt to allow herself room to lean across the console. her hand settles on your chest, fisting your tie as her breath fans against your neck. her lips are soft as they press kisses down from your jaw to the top of your collar.

you approach your girlfriend who is standing amongst a group of other doctors talking to a very enthusiastic man. you watch as his eyes rake over yolanda with much more than friendly intent. your hand curls around her waist, your lips pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "hey baby" yolanda lets out a low hum, leaning into your embrace. "hi" she responds with a small smile. your attention is turned to the man opposite you who is now staring wide eyed at the two of you. "this is brad— he's a surgery resident at mercy". you nod and hold out your spare hand to greet him. "nice to meet you" you murmur with a terse smile. "play nice" yolanda grumbles, grabbing your tie and giving it a quick tug. "yes dear" you smirk.

yolanda helping reader apply their tape. its like 4am and yolanda wakes up to an empty bed and the light on in the bathroom. she sleepily moves toward the light and pushes the door open to find reader struggling with a roll of tape, attempting to put it on quickly before leaving for work.

she takes the roll from your hand and carefully cuts some strips in silence. she stands behind you and looks to your eyes in the mirror. your gaze is steady on her and she smiles softly before applying the tape. once she's finished she brushes her lips to your shoulder blade, hands resting on your torso.

when yolanda and reader first start dating, yolanda is unsure what to do with readers chivalry. she's used to being the provider in the relationship, the one to open doors and buy the flowers. she short circuits the first time reader practically runs to open a door for her, gesturing her inside with a lopsided grin.

yolanda enters her apartment, the long hours of the day taking a toll on her body as her muscles begin to ache noticeably. she flicks the light switch on to see a large bouquet of lilies sitting on her kitchen counter. she walks over and checks the note next to it. ‘hope this brightens your day, foods in the fridge :)’. her heart swells at the thought of you coming in before the start of your night shift to deliver flowers and buy her takeout from her favourite place just because she texted you saying she was having a shitty day.

the cool pittsburgh air sends a chill down yolanda’s spine and the woman finds herself regretting the choice to wear a backless top out to a bar in the middle of autumn as she curls into herself. you arrive back at the table with your drinks and take your seat next to your girlfriend. you notice her shivering and are quick to shrug off your jacket before wordlessly draping it over yolanda’s shoulders. she doesn’t say anything either, simply looks up at you like you hung the stars to which you peck her lips with a smile.

just a lot of casual intimate acts that yolanda’s not used to like reader kissing her hand gently after she mentioned she performed a really taxing surgery. lips pressing across her knuckles before flipping her hand and kissing her palm, lips trailing up each finger and lingering on her fingertips.

neither of them are big drinkers, preferring nights in to ones out but when they go out they go hard. reader and yolanda ending up in the corner of some dingy bar making out against the wall. it’s a blur of hands and lips moving lazily against one another’s. or the two of them getting wine drunk after a long day, yolanda turning into a giggly mess while toying with readers hand and tracing their tattoos. reader revelling in this undone version of the usual stone cold surgeon.

genuinely the most annoying people you know as a couple. someone like samira asking if reader is dating garcia and them just shaking their head saying no. samira sees them later walking out of the hospital with their arm around garcia while kissing her forehead.