Jan 24
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i think about door n yuri a lot those are my Specials i love them so much
I so often have dreams where i just keep waking up and it's #terrifying as hell, but at least it makes for good fanfic material
husband zayne headcanons
zayne x non-mc!reader note: y'all after the bday card im just convinced zayne is a big softie and a yearner. he can be all tough and cold but i'm just so convinced he's the most vanilla caring pookie boo when he's madly in love. also, it's non mc reader coz idk i just don't like their dynamic (unlike with other li's) and think he needs a slightly different person so feel free to imagine yourself into it lolol warnings: some smut so mdni, scent kink, medical kink?? face sitting, cockwarming and slight somno (consensual), all pretty tame imo
husband!zayne, who learns that he actually enjoys pda. at the very beginning of your relationship he was very apprehensive about showing his affection in public, keeping it all to the privacy of your apartments or stolen moments in his office at akso. but when you openly tell him that you want more of it, that you feel loved when he shows his feelings more — he rethinks his strategies.
starting slow and timid, trying it out for himself to see how it actually feels. does he truly not like pda or was it just him getting in his head about it all this time? he very soon learns that holding your hand and silently declaring you're his makes him feel good. surprisingly good. it progresses from there, step by step.
husband!zayne, who eventually relaxes so much that he doesn't even shy away from nuzzling you in front of hospital staff when you come by to drop him his lunch or some new desserts from the cafe. it's a little awkward — the looks the nurses give him after witnessing your interaction. shocked and confused at the contrast of how serious, collected and detached he usually seems at work, and how his entire composure changes in front of you.
husband!zayne, who feels safe and seen enough with you to really, really let go. nuzzling you is truly his favorite thing in the world, and he's shameless about how cat he acts whenever he comes home after an especially challenging shift, gets into bed with you and puts his entire face into the comforting softness of your stomach. sometimes, when he's exhausted to tears, he'll bury himself in your boobs and fall asleep there, almost suffocated but happy and content.
husband!zayne, who lets you use his stethoscope and listen to his heart, his lungs, sometimes even his belly because you just wanna crawl inside of him and explore what's going on in there, and this is the closest to it you can get.
husband!zayne, who will die a happy man getting crushed by your weight as you sit on him. he insists you don't just hover over and grabs your hips to press down and make sure you're sitting. his face gets all red and flushed at the lack of oxygen but the man is so pussydrunk on your taste and smell. he just cannot stop.
husband!zayne, who has a slight obsession with your scents. his favorite places include your sweet cunt, your armpits, your hair and your neck. there's just something very compatible about your body chemistry, so sometimes you both get pretty gross about it. maybe, going at it straight after a workout together, skipping shower and letting the primal, slightly disgusting urges take over.
husband!zayne, who doesn't miss a chance to touch you. any moment you're near, he has to make sure he's touching you one way or another. backhugs, holding hands, a little casual peck on the forehead, a shoulder squeeze, a butt slap. he has to remind you of his presence. and he loves to catch you by surprise with his touches too.
husband!zayne, who occasionally gets back home in his blue surgeon scrubs just to catch you gawking because he knows you're not so secretly obsessed with how professional and hot he looks in them.
husband!zayne, who lazily slips inside of you from behind, still half alseep in the early morning of his day off. it's not even sexual. he does it to feel closer to you and fall back into the sleepy slumber, balls deep, all warm and snug, his hot breath somewhere on your shoulder or at the back of your neck.
husband!zayne, who mindlessly massages your feet and your hands, whatever is closer to him at the given moment. working through your tight knots while reading something on his laptop, not even taking his eyes off the screen. it relaxes him just as much as it does you.
husband!zayne, who never ever skips a good morning kiss, even if you're asleep and won't remember it. he kisses the bridge of your nose before every shift for good luck.
part 2 here
Can I get a trinity x fem reader that's angst with a happy ending? Maybe she uses reader to make Garcia jealous/ get over her but falls for reader. Also, I love your Cassie series so much I hope you continue
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trinity santos x nurse!female reader
warnings: nsfw. angst. yearner trinity santos. mdni!
a/n: hope this is what you wanted! thank you so much for the love <33
by the time you’d been working at the pitt for a couple months, you understood that emergency rooms held their own gossip.
not cruel gossip, it was nothing malicious. just the kind created from long shifts and shared trauma experiences with patients. people learned each other quickly in places like this. who cried in supply closets. who stole pudding cups from the cafeteria and ate them in the supply closets.
and apparently, who had once dated trinity santos.
you learned about yolanda garcia in fragments.
a passing joke from another nurse. the way trinity’s posture subtly changed whenever garcia entered a room. her laughter became a little too loud. the way she always looked at her no matter where she was in the room.
it wasn’t obvious enough to raise any alarms to you. not at first. when trinity turned her attention to you, it felt almost accidental.
it started with harmless things.
she would linger by your station longer than necessary while pretending to review charts. she remembered your coffee order after hearing it once and began appearing with it halfway through shifts, sliding the cup across the desk with a grin like it was nothing.
“you stalking me, santos?” you asked one morning, taking the cup from her.
trinity leaned against the counter, smiling. “you should be flattered.”
“how do you know how i like my coffee?”
“you’re easy to memorize.”
the words were casual. the way she looked at you wasn’t. you should’ve known then. that it was too fast and too good to be true.
instead, you smile into your coffee and let her walk you to your car after shift.
the first time you went to her apartment happened by accident. a very brutal overnight shift had left both of you exhausted after losing a teenage patient neither of you could stop thinking about. you’d both ended up sitting in her car, in complete silence, too wrung out to drive home.
“come upstairs,” trinity said quietly.
you hesitated a little. not knowing where this might lead, scared that if you open your heart to her you wouldn’t be welcomed.
she looked at you and added softly. “just so neither of us has to be alone right now.”
her apartment that she shared with whitaker was messy in a lived in way. medical journals stacked on the coffee table. half dead plants by the window. very lived in. it felt comfortable even during your first time there.
it was all too intimate immediately. trinity disappeared into her room and returned wearing old sweatpants and a college t shirt before tossing you spare clothes.
“you keep spare clothes for random women?” you teased.
she looked almost offended, and teased. “i like you better when you’re quiet.”
you laughed for what felt like the first time all day.
later, you fell asleep on opposite ends of her couch while some terrible reality show played in the background.
you remember waking up around three in the morning, there was a soft blanket draped over you. looking around, you saw trinity sleeping sitting upright on the opposite end, neck bent awkwardly.
without thinking, you reached over and nudged her awake. “trin, your back is gonna hate you tomorrow.”
you watched as her green sleepy eyes blink open, taking in her surroundings. then they softened when they landed on you.
“come here.” she grinned.
before you could overthink it, she pulled you against her chest and wrapped an arm around your waist like she’d done it a hundred times before.
you knew you should’ve left then, but she was so warm and it’s been a while since you’ve been held like this. you eventually fell alseep listening to her heartbeat.
and somewhere along the way, it became normal.
she started showing up at your apartment after shifts with takeout. started stealing your hoodies and you stole hers. started kissing your forehead when she thought you were asleep.
the first time she kissed you, she looked terrified afterward. as though she accidentally revealed too much. but you kissed her again. you wanted it, her, so bad that you didn’t care that she hesitated.
you placed your hands on her shoulder, feeling her firm muscles under the fabric of her shirt. her fingers grazed the curve of your hips as you gasped into the kiss. taking the chance, she slid her tongue into your mouth, moaning at your taste.
trinity’s lips trailed kisses down the column of your neck, her urgent fingers slipping down your pants finding the wet spot on your underwear. she looked up for permission to keep going.
“please,” you whined, grinding your hips down on her hand.
trinity couldn’t wait any longer as her fingers pushed the fabric aside and found the slick that was begging for her touch. you arched against her, breath hitching as her fingers cricled you most sensitive spot.
she was drawing out of you gasps and whispers of pleas. your body trembled against her, your breaths coming in ragged as you clutched her shoulder. trinity’s other hand slid up to cup your breast, her thumbs brushing you nipple through the fabric, her own arousal spiking at the way your hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for more.
“that’s it, let go for me,” trinity murmured against you ear.
you had never felt so exposed, the slide of trinity’s fingers inside you, two now, dragging a moan that echoed in your empty apartment, your pussy clenching around her fingers.
as your wetness coated her fingers, a feeling of genuine desire ignited within her, blurring every thought she had of garcia.
the air between you grew heavy with the musky scent of your arousal and the faint lingering scent of trinity’s perfume. her lips coming to claim yours in a bruising kiss.
as your orgasm subsided, your body arching into trinity, she pressed harder, making you feel so good that you couldn’t help but keep moaning loudly.
for a while after, you both couldn’t say anything. the room was quiet except for your breathing, still struggling to even out and to catch up to what just happened. you’re both lying there, not far apart, but not fully touching either, like neither of you decided what’s allowed yet.
you stare at the ceiling, then slowly turn to face her. “that…wasn’t very casual.”
she lets out a quiet breath that couldve passed as a laugh. “no,” she says. “it wasn’t.”
her head turns toward you now, taking in the way you look and smiling at it. “you okay?”
“i’m great,” you smirk, getting up to take your shirt off and toss it to the side. “i want to taste you.”
your legs straddling her as you started kissing her neck, her whines were music to your ears as she grinded up needing some sort of relief.
the night ended with your naked bodies tangled in each other, and her stroking your back until you fell asleep.
once, while you stood in your bathroom removing your makeup before bed, trinity walked in half asleep and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind.
you smiled at her reflection.
“what are you doing?”
“mhm” her face pressed into your neck. “you left bed.”
you laughed quietly. “for like two minutes.”
“longest two minutes of my life.”
for a while things were uncomplicated and simple or maybe you were happy enough to ignore the warning signs. life felt like it had meaning now that you had trinity to go home with.
then one night, while searching for extra iv tubing in the supply room, you heard your name. two people were mid conversation inside, you couldn’t make out the other person, but you were certain that trinity was one of them.
you froze.
through the barely cracked door, someone laughed softly.
“she’s into you.”
trinity sighed. “can we not do this right now?”
“are you actually into her?”
a pause long enough to make your stomach churn with nausea.
then trinity said, her voice barely audible. “garcia notices when im with her.”
the world didn’t end dramatically then, just a slow sickening stillness through your body until your hands felt numb.
the other person spoke. “that’s terrible.”
then trinity laughed, a small laugh. “it’s not like that.”
not like that?
you left before you could hear anything else that would only hurt you more. you told yourself there had to be some context you were missing. that maybe you misunderstood what you just heard.
about twenty minutes later, trinity appeared beside your station. her fingers tapping on the edge to get your attention but you weren’t budging.
“where have you been? i was looking for you everywhere.” she leaned against the counter with her usual ease.
you didn’t respond immediately, focusing on typing.
“mm.”
her smile faltered slightly. “that’s all i get?”
you clicked through another chart. “did you need something work related?”
“what?”
she went still. you were mad or sad she didn’t figure it out yet, but she could tell by the way uou weren’t even looking at her.
“did you need something work related, doctor santos?” you repeated, calling her doctor santos. not trin. not santos. her full title.
“no.”
you nodded once and looked at her. “then i’m busy.”
you could feel her still staring at you when you looked back down at the computer.
“what happened? are you mad at me?”
“nothing.”
“i don’t believe you.”
you called another nurse over and began discussing a patient’s discharge paperwork as if trinity wasn’t standing there.
she didn’t stay there for long, robby calling her name telling her that she’s needed in trauma. so she walked away, but she kept trying.
in the break room, she sat across from you. you got up and left. she brought you coffee halfway through your shift.
you thanked her the same way you’d thank a stranger and handed the coffee to another nurse.
her face fell so fast you nearly broke. nearly. at one point during trauma intake, your hands brushed while reaching for the same chart.
you recoiled so quickly and she stared at you like you’d burned her. feeling her skin yours brought back unwanted feelings.
trinity’s final straw came during the last hour of the shift, when you were in the lockers getting ready to clock out for the day. you were gathering your things when she appeared behind you.
“you’re not leaving until you tell me what i did.”
your hands stopped moving around your bag, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. for a second you considered lying, she wouldn’t know the truth. or maybe she would.
then you turned around and watched the color drain from her face when you said. “i heard you.”
“what?” trinity blinked. “heard what?”
“when you were in the supply closet, i heard what you said,” her entire body went still, panic blooming over her in real time.
and flr the first time since meeting her, trinity looked speechless. what could she tell you or explain that would make it better? nothing, because she knows what you heard was what she felt.
weeks passed, and things became worse, you went to bed alone, missing the feeling of trinity’s body right next to yours. she used to hold you like she actually cared.
she tucked your hair behind your ear while you charted, fell asleep on your lap during movie nights, whispered your name like it was something sacred when you guys had sex.
you began to believe that maybe whatever ugly reason this started with had appeared from something you had imagined.
until the hospital fundraiser, garcia had arrived late and with someone else. a woman who looked entirely comfortable beside her, their hands brushing as they moved through the crowd.
you felt trinity go still beside you, her entire body locking into place. her smile remained fixed, but her eyes betrayed her. you knew immediately what her actions meant, she wanted garcia to see her with you. see if that will make garcia rip her away from you and kiss her in front of you.
she watched garcia for far too long. then she started drinking, she laughed too loudly at jokes that weren’t even funny. at first you thought this was some dream you had to wake up from.
then her hand slowly slipped from your back, leaving the place cold and desperate for the warmth back.
you watched her stare. and stare. and stare. and stare.
the woman leaned over to whisper something in garcia’s ear. garcia smiled in a way you had never seen directed at anyone inside the hospital.
your stomach dropped.
“trinity?”
she blinked almost like she’d completely forgotten you were there. “what?”
“you okay?”
“why wouldn’t i be okay?” her laugh came too fast.
you said nothing, watching her as she grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. then another. and another.
by the fourth drink, trinity was a mess. she’s louder and sloppier. she kept interrupting conversations, laughing too hard.
you noticed that her mascara had begun smudging at the corners of her eyes.
then, after a while, she disappeared. everyone that came to talk to you, had asked where trinity was. you found her nearly an hour later. she was sitting outside on the curb, with her heels kicked off beside her.
“everyone’s looking for you.”
she laughed bitterly. “let them.”
you made your way to her, standing directly in front of her. “you’re very drunk.”
“very observant for a nurse.”
“trinity.”
that made her look up and really look at you. and suddenly she looked so young and like she’s made of glass.
“i hate that she looks happy.”
your entire body went still, the words hit you like a slap in the face waking you up from the long dream you were having.
trinity let out a shaky breath and rubbed at her eyes, smudging her already messed up mascara even more. “that sounded pathetic.”
you couldn’t breathe, feeling like the air around you had started to thin out. because a part of you had already expected this, and known this was coming. trinity was using you to get to garcia and you fell for her harder than you’d like to admit.
but hearing it was something else entirely. you turned to leave, but you felt her hand wrap around your wrist.
“wait.”
you looked down at how her hand held you, like she always did, then back up at her.
“what am i doing here?” you whispered.
her face shifted into confusion. “what?”
“what am i doing here, trinity?…you kissed me, let me basically move in with you, fuck you even had sex with me! all for what? for her?”
her grip around your wrist loosened. you laughed shakily, tears already burning.
“i feel like im going fucking crazy,” your voice rose for the first time. “what did all of that mean? was i some pawn in your game to get to garcia?”
“i don’t know what you want me to say,” she cuts you off.
the humiliation that had been building in your chest all night finally cracked open. she stared at you like she’d never seen you look this devastated before.
you kept talking because if you stopped, you’d start crying.
“i kept lying to myself like a fucking idiot, convincing myself that what i heard in the supply closet was a misunderstanding.” your voice cracked. “but you meant every word. i’m a fucking idiot.”
“i’m sorry that you heard that–”
you laughed again. “that’s what you’re focused on?”
“no–”
“you said that garcia notices when you’re with me,” you say bitterly. “tell me, what’s that supposed to mean?”
her breathing turned shallow. “it wasn’t like that.”
“what was it like? i’m all ears.”
when she stepped toward you, you stepped back and that seemed to break something in her.
her voice dropping when she spoke again. “i…i don’t know.”
the honesty of it made the tears rise up faster, you could see that trinity was horrified by her own answer.
“i’m sorry, i don’t know. i thought i was over her,” she repeated. “until tonight, seeing her with someone else. it made me feel…things.”
you stared at her, every word that came out of her mouth made you feel like you were being skinned alive.
“and me?”
you had never seen her look so helpless.
“you happened before i figured any of that out.”
you shook your head at that. “that’s not an answer.”
“i know it’s not.” her voice shook and suddenly she looked drunk enough to stop hiding behind careful words. “she wasn’t supposed to matter more than you.”
those last words made you physically flinch, you didn’t understand what she meant by that. was she using you as a distraction to not think of garcia anymore? were you a rebound?
trinity realized her mistake immediately. her face twisted in horror. “no–that came out wrong.”
but it was too late. you looked at her like she’d reached into your chest and crushed something fragile. and when you spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper.
“i think that might be the cruelest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
trinity looked like she might be sick, and you turned before she could stop you. this time, when she called your name, you didn’t turn around.
the most pathetic part, was that you expected her to follow you. even as you crossed the parking lot with tears blurring your vision, some humiliating part of you still waited to hear footsteps behind you. expected her hand around your wrist again, or some grand explanation that would rearrange what she’d said into something that made sense.
nothing came.
trinity stood there, drunk, stupid, her body half turned towards where garcia was inside like she hadn’t destroyed the one person who had been looking at her like she mattered for reasons that had nothing to do with winning.
trinity called you twenty three times the next morning. you blocked her number after the twelfth call. she texted you after on instagram.
please let me explain
i’m sorry
i was drunk and the words came out wrong
you mattered before any of this got complicated
please talk to me
guilt makes sense, it’s manageable, it’s something she knows she could carry. but guilt doesn’t explain why two days later she’s reaching for her phone at two in the morning, fully expecting you to respond to her texts.
guilt doesn’t make sense why everytime she steps foot in the er she gets this feeling in her stomach like something was missing. like something was taken away and everything else was shifted to compensate that absence.
she notices it in small ways at first.
the absence of your voice. the way you used to hum under your breath the same song whenever you were nervous, it was barely audible but trinity noticed. now in these moments, there’s just a deafening silence.
she notices it when she finishes a difficult case and instinctively looks up because you’re usually there, right next to her. but now you’re not, and there’s this brief disorientating second where she has to remind herself why.
because you messed it up.
right. that.
she tries her hardest to redirect and focus on work, on anything possible that doesn’t replay the look on your face when she said the wrong thing in the worst possible way.
it doesn’t work, because now that you’re not there everything reminds her of you. the break room coffee tastes stale. her jokes always land flatter. even the er, this place that she has always tried to understand, feels like it’s missing a piece she didn’t realize she depended on.
she tells herself it’s just adjustment and that she got so used to working with you. that’s all. that’s the reasonable explanation. except she doesn’t just miss working with you. she misses the way you look at her when she said something stupid and tries to pretend she meant it.
she misses the way you stand your ground with difficult patients, even when your voice shakes slightly. she misses the way you say her name.
not like everyone else. you said it like it belongs to you in a way she never questioned until now. and that’s when it starts to feel different. because missing someone’s presence is one thing.
missing the way they see you is something else entirely.
she realizes it during a shift she can’t remember the exact details of. it was a long and exhausting shift that took a toll on her, the kind that blurs together into one stretch of noise and motion.
a patient stabilizes and someone thanks her, nodding and already making her way out of the room. and then, without thinking, she looks to her left. expecting you.
her chest feels like it’s going to burst, it almost stops her in her place. you’re not there and you haven’t been the past two days. and still, her body hasn’t caught up to that reality.
that’s not normal.
the thought comes in uninvited, it was uncomfortable because she’s had breakups before. she’s had distance before. she’s had people leave her before and she’s known to move through it and to keep going.
this isn’t that. this is constant, and it follows her all the way home. it sits with her in the quiet of her apartment where you used to exist so easily, like you belonged there without saying it out loud.
she finds one of your bracelets that you forgot one night on her bathroom counter. she always forgot to give it to you, now she can’t stop thinking about it.
this is ridiculous.
she picks it up and turns it over her fingers, then sets back down and picked it back up again. because she can’t give it back to you and she certainly won’t throw it away.
i miss her.
she exhales sharply, like she can breathe it out her system. “no.” she said out loud to an empty room.
she paces the apartment once, then twice, running her hand through her hair.
you don’t miss her. you’re just not used to mot having her around.
that thought feels better. she tries to picture you with someone else. you laughing with someone else the way you used to laugh with her, letting them stand that close, letting them touch you.
her stomach turns so sharply that she has to sit down.
because this isn’t about garcia anymore, this is something else entirely. she sits there for a long time, staring at nothing while feeling everything.
and slowly, the truth settles into place. her chest tightens again in that same way it did during her shifts when she wanted so badly to talk to you. and for the first time, she doesn’t try to push it away.
i’m in love with her.
she allows that thought to stay for a while. she lets out a breath and everything starts to feel so much lighter and make sense.
when your next shift started forty eight hours later, you walked into the ER and realized avoiding trinity would be impossible.
you clock in, tie your hair back, and step into it like you always do.
like you didn’t spend the last two days teaching yourself how to exist in the same building as trinity without falling apart.
you almost make it an hour before she finds you at the nurse’s station going over the work dana told you to finish when her voice cuts in quietly from your side.
“can we talk?”
your stomach drops and you don’t look up at her. “no, im busy.”
she pauses for a while, and you think she might give up and leave you alone but she doesn’t.
“please.”
that word shouldn’t affect and you and the way she says it shouldn’t either, like if you don’t hear her out she might collapse.
you close the chart then, turning to face her with an expression you hoped looked carefully neutral.
“whatever you need to say can wait until after my shift.”
her brows pull together. “are you just gonna avoid me?”
“yes.”
she exhales, frustration flickering across her face. “you don’t even want to hear me out?”
“no.” you said, turning away again and ending the conversation at that.
trinity stands there for a second longer, like she’s deciding wether to push further or let it go. for once, she lets you go. but she doesn’t leave, you can feel her presence lingering, before she finally walks away.
you think that’s the end of it, or you hoped so. but it isn’t because the er talks, it always does. you’re in the breakroom halfway through your shift, picking at food you’re not really eating, when victoria drops into the chair in front of you.
“you look like you’re about to cry,” she eyes you for a second.
“good to know i’m consistent,” you let out a quiet laugh.
“you still going out tonight?”
your fork stills as you glance up at her. “who told you about that?”
“you mentioned it yesterday,” victoria shrugs.
in a fit of anger and grief over the heartache trinity left you with, you downloaded a dating app and started texting people. one girl stuck, she looked nothing like trinity and something inside you told you that would help getting over her.
you were so sick and tired if your thoughts cricling back to trinity like there’s nowhere else for them to go. so you tell yourself this is practical.
the conversation started as simple as you expected it to be.
hey :)
you stared at the message, contemplating responding or deleting the app.
you responded.
hey.
your thumbs hover for a second. this is normal. just be normal. and now you’ve got yourself a date.
“yeah,” you say, forcing your voice to stay even. “i am.”
victoria stills for a second, searching your face for any hint of regret. she doesn’t find it and nods once.
“good, you need something less…complicated,” she says standing up.
before you could respond, your pager goes off.
you stand up already moving as quick as you can, you don’t see trinity standing just outside the door. you don’t see the way she freezes at the words going out tonight.
but victoria does, and she doesn’t say anything as she walks past trinity.
by the time your shifts over, which is later than expected. you text your date apologizing for being late, but she responds with a smiley face and a ‘take your time’
you don’t tell her that you don’t want to go anymore and that you wanted to drown in the comfort of your bed and forget the past week.
you step outside to go to your car and stop. because you see trinity already standing there leaning on your car.
a feeling in your chest tightens at the sight of her, like she’s been standing there all day.
“move,” you say once you reach her, but she doesn’t.
“i heard you have a date.”
“it’s none of your business,” you close your eyes briefly already so over this conversation.
“it is if you’re doing this to avoid me.”
“not everything i do is about you,” you laugh at her.
“that’s not true.”
you step around her grabbing your cars door handle, she catches your wrist. every single nerve in your body starts freaking out at her touch.
“let go,” you mutter trying to shake your hand out of her grip.
“not until you listen to me.” she says with a desperate tone. you consider it for a second before the feeling of anger comes back to bite you.
“you had your chance.”
“i didn’t know what to say then.”
“and now you do?”
“i know that i’m in love with you.”
everything stops. you go still, staring at her, waiting for it to feel like a lie and for her to let go and go back to wanting garcia.
it doesn’t, you’re still here, her hand is still on your wrist and your heart is telling you to close the distance between you and kiss her while your head is pleading for you to get into your car and go on your date.
“that doesn’t erase everything you’ve done, and i’m still angry with you,” you say looking down at her hand on your wrist.
“i know.”
“and i don’t trust you.”
“i know.”
“and i have somewhere to be.”
the words come out weaker than you hoped as you free your hand from her hold and open your car door.
trinity doesn’t argue, she just nods accepting that it might take you some time to get over what she’s done.
“you can go,” she says quietly, and you stop your hand from opening the door. and that’s all it takes for her to see your hesitation. “but don’t go because you think you have to prove something. go if you actually want to.”
you look at her and at the fear that she’s not hiding. she’s not trying to control the outcome, she just wants you to know the truth.
your phone buzzes in your hand, it was your date texting you for updates if you’ve left yet or not. telling you that she’s waiting for you at the restaurant you picked out.
you don’t answer it and trinity watches as the screen lights up then looks back up at you. the choice is entirely yours to make.
“say something,” you whisper weakly.
her brows raise then knit in confusion. “i thought you–”
“i don’t want you to be calm right now,” you voice shakes, and that surprises her you can see it. “i don’t want you to be okay with me leaving.”
“i’m not okay with it,” her voice drops.
“why are you acting like you are?”
“because…i don’t get to stop you.”
you take a step toward her without realizing it and look at her begging her to see you.
“then stop me.”
the words were vulnerable and took so much out of you to speak, but all you wanted was for her to want you back, just as desperately as you wanted her.
“if i stop you,” she says, “it has to be because you want me to.”
“i’m here, aren’t i?”
that’s all it takes for something inside her to snap, as she steps into your space and brings her hand up to your face.
“i’m so sorry,” she says. “i’m so sorry for not choosing you the first time. i’m choosing you now.”
that undoes you, this honest and unguarded version of her is the one you’ve wanted all along.
you step closer to her, close enough that your breath mixes with hers, and close enough that there’s no space for doubt to hide.
“i’m still mad at you,” you say, looking down at her lips. “but i don’t want to go on that date anymore.”
trinity’s face changes, not relief but an understanding of what you’re giving her.
“okay,” she says softly.
the tension in your chest and hers eases, just enough to feel like maybe this isn’t impossible. you’re still standing outside the hospital, still unsure.
but now, you’re standing in front of her. and neither of you is pretending.
when she leans in, it’s slow enough that you feel it coming, like she’s giving you a chance to change your mind and move away.
you don’t. her lips meet yours, and you’re so hungry for her that you don’t hesitate to kiss her back.
she kisses you like she’s aware of everywhere you’ve been hurt and tries to not press there.
your hand finds her wrist, then her sleeve, trying to ground yourself in something solid as the kiss deepens. like all the things you didn’t say that you wanted is being put somewhere they belong.
her hand slides down from your cheek to the side of your neck, holding you there, not trusting that if she lets go you won’t disappear.
when she pulls back, it’s only slightly, her forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing a little harder than before.
“i missed you so much,” her eyes stay on yours, as she smiles.
“yeah,” you smirk. “me too.”
your hand hasn’t left her. neither has hers.
come on and cha cha cha with me.
summary: your boyfriend of 4years invite you over to get bored together.
warning(s): fluff, slight suggestive (kissing, neck kissing)
a/n: first time writing a fluff, lmk what you think!! And please send me req!!
english is not my first language so excuse any spelling errors!
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Lamine and you have been together for 4years now, since you both left highschool.
he was like your best friend and you were like his. You often went to his house just to be bored together
"we wont need reasons to see each other"
He’d always tell you. and so you went to his house almost every week if not every day and today was one of them.
lamine❤️: hey baby, wanna come over? Kenye miss you.
you: mh? kenye miss me? youre sure..
lamine❤️: okay I probably miss you too.. come over quick, so we get bored together amor.
you: okay will be there in 30minutes.
lamine❤️: hurry!
you liked his message and giggled at his messages and went to get ready. You got ready, light makeup, low waisted grey joggers and a white basic tank top, your hair down.
You knocked on his door and he took a little while to open, he was holding his little brother and his gaze softened when he saw that it was you.
"hi baby."
he kissed you and you leaned in to kiss his brother s forehead that was asleep in lamine s arm. he moved to the side for you to enter, so you did
"your mom isnt here?"
you said, putting your bag at the entrance as he went to lay down on his couch, his brother s eyes opening slightly before closing again.
"no she went to see my aunt or something."
You approached him and he patted his torso with his free hand. you went on his body and cuddled with him, you kissed his neck softly before opening your phone and he watched tik toks with you. The dance on bruno mars’s song « Last dance » came on your fyp, your eyes lights up.
"oh my gosh lets learn that dance baby!!"
you said looking up at him, his eyes softened and he nodded. You stood up immediately and so did he, he slowly put his brother on the couch, still asleep, you both did the dance and as you tried you stumbled on yamal’s joggers wich made you fall on him, he chuckled.
"falling for me again?"
you squinted your eyes at him.
"ah.. shut it yamal!"
he kissed you softly before looking at his brother trough the side of his eyes. You felt the kiss deepened as he made sure his brother was asleep, he gently pulled you against a wall.
"you look so pretty today amor.."
he said, his mouth trailing kisses that burnt your face until he was at your neck, he kissed and bit you there softly.
"lamine! your brother’s right here!"
you said chuckling, he kissed you one last time on the lips and grabbed your wrist softly.
"right sorry, but you look so pretty right now.."
he said walking you back to where you phone was.
"lets do that dance mh?"
he said as you fixed you hair, slightly disheleved from his sudden interest in your neck. You retried probably 5 times to get a perfect shot. you posted it on your private tik tok, your family and friends reacting to it. You went back to his couch and back to cuddles, even fell asleep on him, his arm over your back, tracing half moons on your backside. kenye fell alseep aswell and lamine too.
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lmk what are your thoughts about it!
and if you have requests about any cjaracter just message me!
cw:: incest, slight exhib, dubcon??? (she def wants it lol)
i can't stop having icky thoughts :((
all day ive been thinking about going home and gaming with older brother nerdjo. he's easily a top 10 player and is always the highest rank on every game he plays.
he knows you like gaming too, but you're not as naturally skilled as him :( that's okay though, he enjoys playing and carrying you <3
at some point you make a joke to having matching duo accounts and satoru laughs but quickly agrees to the idea.
this won't be the last time you guys make matching accounts, but for the current game, you guys finally decide on "his pocket" & "her carry". they were cute and adorable and perfectly matched how you guys played together.
you liked playing everything, but the support role was your favorite. you would stay in the backline, healing and supporting your team (by team i mean satoru, he's a 1 man army) and staying safe in the back :)
whenever someone brave and stupid enough to dive you tried to kill you, satoru was always right there to peel and protect you. he wouldn't ever hesitate to turn around and kill whoever attacked you.
when you guys were feeling dangerous enough to make a play, you both would flank — you pocketing him— and he would kill the entire enemy team.
📝 skz reaction - you fall asleep on their laps
pairing. ot8!skz x gn!reader (individually)
type. fluff fluff fluffff
warnings. gender neutral reader, curse words (thats how i show my enthusiasm okay)
a/n. as someone who falls asleep anywhere and loves to sleep with people around me, i need to have a nap on each of them thank you.
a/n 2. yes the members order is reversed… thats just how inspiration struck and i couldn’t be bothered to change it SUE ME🫥
(pictures are not mine. credit to the owner!)
(divider credit!)
jeongin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would maybe be a lil annoyed at first thinking you're not moving because you want to annoy him. until he realizes that no no you're just extenuated and literally fell asleep on him which would suprise him sooo much. poor baby wouldn't know what to do with himself. he probably woudn't dare to move and would be tensed as all hell. although, slowly, he'd relax and grow into it. once he gets over his fear of waking you up he'd be so so smitten with you, cooing at how adorable you are, to the point where that actually woke you up
seungmin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would def be annoyed, going as far as trying to make you move away or scold you to go to bed. it's not that he doesn't like it, but he's uncomfortable and can’t understand why you’d want to cuddle him. once he asked why you didn't sleep somewhere else and you explained there was something about him that made you feel safe and at peace, that annoyance and awkwardness *poof* disappeared. he would let you sleep with your head comfortably laying on his lap while he practices a few songs and hums you to sleep aka best thing EVER. once you're fast asleep he would ask for someone to bring you a blanket and proceed to give a death stare to anyone who might make too much noise (euhm euhm binnie).
felix ⊹ ࣪ ˖ when you pouted and asked him to sleep on his lap he didn't even think before answering yes. being very comfortable with physical touch, our lil aussie boy would not mind at all. except he would not be prepared for how ADORABLE you look when you sleep. he would definitely take a thousand pictures of you (which he keeps in a special album in his phone). he would love to play in your hair or lightly massage your shoulders. and after that first time, whenever he sees you yawn a little too much he'd motion for you to lay on his lap. he is not ashamed to say one of his favorite thing to do is gaming while you're dozing off on his lap.
han ⊹ ࣪ ˖ first time it happened he was soooo scared to wake you up and wouldn't move at all. but that stopped very quick lmao, he would love when you fall asleep on him, even though he's not the best for it because he keeps moving and wiggling around. loves loves loves skinship, so he would constantly play with your hair, your clothes or poke your cheeks while you're trying to fall asleep. the only way to make this really work for both of you would be for him to watch his favorites animes while you're sleeping with your head on his shoulder.
hyunjin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he says he's not a fan of physical touch, but that does not apply to the ppl he's close with. including you. when you fall alseep on his lap he's an absolute cuddle master. he would put his sweater on you when you shiver and coo whenever you make a little grumbling noise. he'd love to draw little sketches of you while you're asleep or take pictures, which most likely wake you up and make you move away and makes him whine like a baby. he's honestly kind of annoying to fall asleep on, but whenever you'd move away he would for sure bring you back on his lap with a promise to stop bothering you this time.
changbin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ despite the fact that he has the attention span of a squirrel and that he's one loud motherfucker, whenever you fall alseep on his lap he turns into a statue. this man will not move or say a thing. he'd love how innocent and relaxed you look when you're sleeping and would be ready to annihilate anyone who may interupt that. the boys would definitely try to taunt him with food to get him to move but he'd categorically refuse to bother your peaceful naps. when they inevitably bring that fact to your attention he'd become all shy and he mumble about how it's not his fault you look so precious when you sleep.
minho ⊹ ࣪ ˖ mister minho would act annoyed for half a second before he pulls you closer and play mindlessly with strands of your hair. there is legit no space between the two of you and that's how he likes it okay >:( he would give dirty looks to the boys whenever they tried taunting him about how soft he is with you. most of the time he falls alseep too, his hands resting on your hips while the boys take pictures of the pair of you. when they show them to you guys afterwards he says nothing but has a small shy smile and you can bet your ass he will have one of those pictures as his background.
bangchan ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would fucking love when you fall asleep on his lap. it's no secret channie is one caring little fucker and he loves to care for/protect the people he loves. the first time you would settle your head on his lap to relax he'd try to play it cool as if it was no big deal, but when he'd realize you actually fell asleep his heart would be seconds away from fricking exploding. you'd look so cute and cozy and keep wiggling to be closer to him. it would definitly make his lil soft heart flutter and he would make funny faces, incapable of containing the effect you have on him (which the boys love to make fun of him for). after the first time, he'd declare himself your official nap spot and it would not be negotiable or else he’d pout and whine until you finally come to him.
would you still love me as a rock?
tw; very angsty, mentions of death
it was one of those last nights where you and megumi had nothing to do, laying on the backporch of your apartment while you talked about nothing, megumi letting you yap his ear off.
"okay but if yuji did ever get a girlfriend-" you stop talking mid thought, your mind like a computer with tabs opening randomly. "gumi?"
he hums softly, turning his head to see you staring off at the night sky, the moon light shining against your eyes.
"would you love me if i was a rock?"
megmui's brows furrow, the question throwing him off. you always asked him random questions like this, so he should've expected it. he shakes his head, rolling his eyes before he pushes himself up on his elbows.
"whattt? it's a very serious question." you ask with a smile, looking over at him. he always shruged off your questions and you knew why, they were stupid and random. questions just to confuse the brain.
"it’s past your bed time angel.”
and with that, the question was forgetton about, just like the rest of your silly questions.
days go on with the two of you, training together, staying at the other's apartment, making brownies for him even when he tried convincing you he didn't need them. the two of you did everything together, falling asleep in each other's arms your favorite.
you two were never a couple, but you also weren't not a couple...
you sticked together, cuddled, held hands. megumi would latch his pinky with yours unknowingly while the two of you were in crowds, he'd purposely act like he fell alseep on your lap just so you could run your fingers through his hair, you'd let him kiss your neck and wrap his arms around you from behind. just because?
he always said he never had a reason for all the hidden affection he gave you, but deep down you knew. and you told him how you felt, that you loved him. you still remember the first time you did.
the two of you were laying in bed, megumi in your arms half asleep, his hands under your shirt, rubbing small circles against your skin and your fingers carding through his hair. and you let it slip, those three words. he didn't say them back, just kissed your chest and let out a soft "mhm". but you knew.
but tonight wasn't one of those nights. it was late, your body attached to wires and iv's in your veins. your body had given out on you mid fight, a magic too strong knocking you out, sending you straight to help. the room was bright, too bright for megumi. he didn't leave your side.
his pinky was latched in yours, forehead against the small hospital bed. he felt like it was his fault you were stuck in this position, unconscious and broken. he could've saved you, taken the punch for you, but he didn't get there in time.
the next few days were a hell for him. you wouldn't wake up, nurses constantly told him that you'd be okay but it was like he could already feel you slipping away, he just couldn't allow it yet. gojo and yuji tried to get him out, help him clear his head - he'd be caught dead if he left you, he thought.
it was a rainy night, thunderstorm and everything. the lightening lights up the room through the windows with every bolt. and with one bolt, the monitor goes dead. megumi just thinks it's his ear ringing from the bolt, but the more it goes on, the worry eats him alive. and when he looks up, seeing that straight line, time stops.
"no. no, angel wake up. don't play with me like this."
he shakes you, cups your face and gives you those tiny pats on your cheeks he always woke you up with. he doesn't let the tears fall, he can't. because he can't believe you were gone yet.
but as the nurses come rushing in, doctors swarming your body, reality starts to settle deep in his heart.
it's like time moves in slow mo for the next days that come, the moments he has to tell everyone when your funeral is. the full black outfit he has to put on that he would've loved any other time, but now all he wants is the color back.
people try to comfort him, yuji staying by his side at all times, but as everyone starts to leave and the sun starts to set, megumi can't take it anymore.
he kneels before your grave, a memory of you now. he just stares at first, guilt building up within him. the realization that your really gone, that you really slipped away from him eats him alive.
"i would love you as a rock." he whispers after a moment, breaking the silence. his hand is shaky as he reaches out, gently placing a hand on your gravestone. on the rock.
"always. i'd love you in every universe. even if you were a damn rock. and i'm sorry i didn't say it sooner."
he lets the first tear fall, finally letting you go. because if he kept holding onto you, kept holding onto someone who wasn't coming back, he'd fall into the hole with you.
a.n; i apologize if this is so shitty heh.. first time i wrote in a while and def not my best work. not reread so lmk if there's any spelling mistakes or etc!!