Barantos Prompts

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There's only one logical answer: Trinity has a crush on her.

Baran had a list of excuses Dr. Santos had given her after making it her personal mission to talk to the younger woman.

Got held up by Pittsburgh's finest while trying to buy a redbull

Kidnapping attempt while attempting to buy a redbull

A lady was giving birth on the bus when she planned to make an early stop before work to get a redbull

Got stuck in a tree trying to save a cat on her way to get a redbull

Robbery in progress while attempting to buy a redbull

Had to save the city from impending doom while trying to buy a redbull

Sudden high speed ice cream chase while she was there to try a redbull flavored ice cream

Alien abduction... on her way to get redbull

She had tried to get information from Princess and Perlah - hoping that maybe they could give her a little insight into what she had done to either scare Trinity off or insult her so much that she (quite literally) ran from the attending on occasion. All she managed to get out of them were a few non-committal comments and a throw away statement that maybe Baran just intimidated her a little. Princess had made a small comment under her breath in Tagalog, noting that it wasn't exactly hard to do when Baran was quite literally Trinity's type.

Dennis and Victoria hadn't given much either - but what they had given solidified her new running theory that the other doctor simply had a crush on her.

Granted - it also didn't help that she knew Trinity was the new "masked vigilante" in Pittsburgh. She had seen the iconic costume under her scrubs that her son was so utterly obsessed with. Baran knew quite a few within the department had cottoned on as well - she had seen the way Dana left elastic wraps conveniently at the desk Trinity tended to use. How Dennis or Victoria would pull her into a supply closet or the lockers and she would come out with a few bandages or smelling less like smoke. How Joy would make a point of yanking Trinity's scrubs down when the costume would show.

N.W.A. taught us "fuck tha police" and that includes the cop in your head because thoughts are not crimes, nor is writing fiction about fictional characters.

But in all seriousness - we're born into world where shame is painfully baked into everything, so it's something you have to defeat at your own pace. Some folks start slow - they'll post slightly darker work than usual. Or go ham and write and dive straight in.

Find your niche. Find what sparks joy for you. Make an anonymous account if you need to or post under a different name until you're comfortable posting as you. And if you're never comfortable doing that? That's fine too.

At the end of the day we're all playing in sandboxes - some of our sandboxes just look like crime scenes while others look like peaceful zen gardens. And sometimes those sandboxes merge.

And remember - there's always gonna be haters. They'll click into your work no matter how well you've tagged it and they'll bash you 13 ways to Sunday. Don't let them get you down - the back button is a feature that exists for a reason, just like the block button.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86666691/chapters/229365396

I knew I was forgetting one! Thank youuuuuu! @ladyapplesauce is amazing and I totally don't sometimes write prompts aimed in her direction.

Honestly high key recommend getting lost in THE SAUCES works. They're ammmmmazing.

Sorry I know this is really long. Now onto the actual prompt, 😬

(THIS IS A FIC FOR BARSANTOS NOT ANYONE ELSE I PROMISE) 😊

I read a fic a while ago and can’t find it anywhere but it was a fic with Robby (THIS IS A FIC FOR BARSANTOS NOT ROBBY I PROMISE) and I’m assuming just someone called reader bcs it used first person and didn’t mention a name.

Summary:

But anyway in the fic Robby is having sex with someone and it keeps cutting between two different places. The hospital and the bed. In the fic the reader is having a good time and is really enjoying it but it gets a little much. And their safe word wasn’t really established and more kinda just ‘stop’ I guess. (I don’t think they picked a specific word but I might be wrong). And they end up saying “hula hoop” which is the word in the hospital when a patient puts a member of staff in danger. And it shows hospital past events when a patient attacked them and reader didn’t say hula hoop. They kinda say what they say when they wanna stop in bed which is just a normal kinda like asking to stop. Basically reader kinda switches the words.

Now for the BARSANTOS part:

Would it be possible if you do this sort of fic but for Baran and trinity. Maybe it’s been a long day and a really long shift. Baran might be extra stressed with her son being sick or her ex husband giving her issues. Maybe a patient died that she was responsible for or just something along the lines of bad or stressful. (No seizures though bcs I think Baran would choose not to do strenuous activities like sex the same day she had a seizure. She’d probably either isolate herself or just stick to soft cuddling all night with trinity).

But yeah so barans having a bad day and so is trinity. Delayed charting as usual. Dennis is staying at the farm almost full time so she’s at barans a lot and they’re always together after joined shifts. Trinity maybe takes care of her son sometimes. (This is post Garcia situationship that’s fully ended many many months ago btw) and maybe trinity gets yelled at by Garcia and trinity isn’t pissed bcs she has thinks Garcia has an agenda agaisnt her. She’s pissed cause she knows that Garcia isn’t, and that Garcia yelled but trinity did truly mess up and it wasn’t just targeted dramatic over exaggeration.

(Sorry I’m getting sidetracked and writing a full 86 chapter story I promise I’ll be better 😭)

So it’s been a stressful shift and they both go to barans. They don’t even both to have dinner and shower. Just flop in bed and go straight to making out. All the anger in both their bodies coming out. They’re mid sex as baran is driving into trinity with a strap and at first it’s great they both feel amazing and better after the awful day.

(Bro I just accidently deleted liek 4 paragraphs 😭) I tried to do a space between it and must have selected it by accident. Someone kill me bro. Anyway back to it.

So it’s all going well until Baran switches positions and has trinity from her back to on her stomach. She driving the strap deep into trinity, bruising her cervix and pulling sounds out of trinity no one else has ever heard before (not even Garcia hehe). It’s a little much but trinity still deeply enjoys it.

Baran holds her hand on trinity’s head and pushes her head into the pillow. Trinity’s struggles to breath at first which worries her slightly but it’s fine bcs she just moves her head to the side instead. Baran is a little rougher than usual, the anger taking over and she’s degrading her (which is normal during sex) but the degrading is a lot meaner. Usually it’s a “you’re such a slur” and “beg for it” and “you’re so desperate for it aren’t you” but it’s a lot meaner now.

Trinity tries to just push it to the side. Trinity tries her best to talk. Tell her to slow down or something but all that comes out is a weak whiny “b-Baran” and Baran slaps her ass and thrusts harder degrading her more and saying how much she knows trinity likes that.

But it’s a little too overwhelming now so trinity tries to reach for Baran’s hand or waist or anything. Baran mistakes it for her trying to touch herself and she takes her arms and pins them behind her back. That freaks trinity out because she doesn’t like being held down, it’s one of her boundaries along with sensory deprivation (blindfolds mostly are a gigantic no).

She freaks out and her eyes widen. She can’t say it for some reason. The only thing in her head is ‘say it’ ‘say the word’ ‘say *safe word*’. As tears slowly prickle and roll down her eyes.

Trinity tries her best to say it but the only word she blurts out is “b-Baran” and then finally she uses all the strength she has and all the consciousness left to squeeze her eyes shut and then yell “HULA HOOP”. Trinity doesn’t hear the yell. She thinks it was a little louder than her average voice but the truth was she actually screamed it and Baran froze.

At first she was confused. Then she thought about what hulahoop meant and her eyes widened. Guilt immediately flooding her entire body. She pulls out slowly and lets go of her hands, pulling them back like she touched a burning grill. She apologises profusely and wants to lift trinity to sit up but hesitates. Trinity balls up and things her knees to her chest, slowly letting tears fall and trying not to show them. Not wanting to seem weak or make Baran feel bad. Baran asks calmly and almost in a whisper if she’s aloud to hold trinity and help her. Trinity slowly nods and Baran lightly lays behind and spoons her, whispering apologies and kisses her temple and head and cheeks lightly, tears silently falling from her eyes too. They don’t talk for a while. Just lay down in silence and holding eachother. When trinity eventually drifts off to sleep baran wait until she’s sure she won’t wake and goes downstairs. She freaks internally and goes outside the house to throw a rock and scream and cry so trinity won’t hear and wake. Then she grabs a towel with warm water to clean trinity up and lightly lifts her to the bathroom, turning the bath on and trinity slowly wakes and gets it. Baran asks if she’s allowed to join and trinity nods without saying anything at first. Then quietly says she doesn’t have to ask every time. Baran apologises when holding her close in the bath and slowly tracing on her arms and chest. Trinity says it’s ok and Baran shakes her head when trinity tries to make excuses for her. Baran sighs quietly and asks if trinity wants to be dropped home and trinity shakes her head straight away saying she wants Baran to hold her all night. And Baran does exactly that.

Neither of them have a shift the next day so they talk about their problems from the shift the night before and rego over all their boundaries to make sure if any have changed and to remind themselves. Baran still feels bad and they don’t have sex for almost 2 weeks after that. They still kiss and hug and cuddle and makeout but nothing under the clothes for 2 weeks. To give them a break and some space from sexual intimacy for a little while.

Idk what to do after the two weeks so if you see them then you can make up whatever you want.

If you are gonna add a part where they have sec again eventually can you just include the part where every couple minutes Baran checks in, maybe trinity finds it annoying at first so instead Baran holds her hand and squeezes every once in a while. She still asks verbally but the hand squeeze makes her say it less often so avoid more irritation of trinity feeling like she’s a baby.

Ok thankyou I really really hope you see this and have time to answer it. My phone was on 1% when I looked up and I genuinely rushed to the charger cause no way was I losing this entire thing that I spent like 30 mins writing.

Ok bye i life your work. I really I you see this. BYE LOVE YOU ❤️💕♥️💙💜💞

Trinity juuust qualified, and wants to do some good before joining the double-edged sword that is the US healthcare system.

Baran is overwhelmed and stretched too thin, so a young doctor gets assigned to help her out…

(Two month later, they’re in the same ward of the maternity hospital when it’s attacked. Santos is shot through the lower leg, and Baran has to treat her with limited resources during the attack.)

-💚

"Shh, I know it hurts but I need you to be quiet for me, alright?" Baran breathed out as she folded her belt and placed it between Trinity's teeth. The other woman bit down hard and nodded, tense as from pain and fear as they listened to the approaching danger.

Baran grabbed the tourniqute and tightened it as hard and as fast as she could on Trinity's leg. Trinity's cry of pain was muffled by the leather of Baran's belt, teeth sinking into the sturdy material before her eyes rolled back into her skull and her entire body relaxed.

Never had Baran ever been so relived for someone in her care to lose consciousness.

The younger doctor had just barely met the qualifications to join Médecins Sans Frontières and had been the most enthusiastic member of their team in the maternity ward. She entertained their entire group by constantly trying to shoot her shot with Baran.

Baran brushed her bloody fingers through Trinity's sweat-soaked hair before focusing on the task at hand.

Trinity: Huckleberry I need you to distract Baran for like 3 hours

Huckleberry: 3!? We're off in 10 minutes! What do you expect me to do?! Cause an MCI!?

Huckleberry: I CAN SEE YOU DOT DOT DOTTING TRINITY! I am not causing an MCI!

Trinity: Baran's mom ate that brownie I saved for Rezâ

Huckleberry: ...

Trinity: YEAh

Huckleberry: You owe me.

Trinity: !?!?

Huckleberry: I owe Princess and Perlah EACH a favor now. They're taking her to dinner after work. Should be texting you soon. She went about 8 shades of pale when Perlah asked her intentions with you.

Trinity: 💀

Huckleberry: You owe me!!

Trinity: 👍🏻 🥑

Trinity's phone buzzed seconds later.

Baran: Princess and Perlah have ambushed me and are currently working on an abduction for dinner. I'm going to be late coming home, will you guys be alright?

Trinity: Yep! Got dinner covered. Rezâ, your father and Sohrab are on an adventure and your mom and I are a whole vibe.

Baran: Great. Love you.

Trinity: Love you too! Bring me dessert 🥺

Barantos where baran brushes the back of trins neck near the base of her hair and its hidden without trinity noticing it for MONTHS, and shes got a megacrush on the hot attending whos got green-stained fingertips that show she’s already met her soulmate.

Meanwhile Baran has a list of everyone she touched between that morning and when she noticed the colour when she got home that night and is really, really hoping they weren’t someone she’ll never find again

-💚

(ik trinity puts her hair in a ponytail at work lets say Baran’s colour is one that blends in with trinity’s neck or hair, or could believably be a birthmark. Idk how they realise theyre soulmates thats up to you)

7 months.

That's how long Baran Al-Hashimi had been spiraling; of course she touched her soulmate and didn't realize it until the end of her first shift at PTMC. She had touched hundreds throughout that cursed day.

Baran sighed and allowed herself a moment to lean back against the wall and take a breath outside. She had 10 minutes before she needed to head in and begin hand-offs with Jack and John. Parker would be here shortly - her fellow day shift attending tended to roll in 5 minutes prior. She glanced down at her right hand - the tips of her last 3 fingers stained a green.

Sap green.

Specifically.

She even had the hex triplet memorized after spending hours one night figuring out the exact color.

It was probably a patient.

She was-

"Hey Dr. Al-Hashimi! Grabbed you a tea." Doctors Santos, Ellis and Whitaker approached, balancing a number of drinks in carriers between the trio.

"Tha-you cut your hair. It looks nice." Dr. Santos' hair was pulled up with a fresh undercut - she took note of the blush on the younger woman's cheeks.

"Thanks. Parker's handy work."

"See you both inside!"

Trinity turned her head to acknowledge the duo and Baran's eyes locked on a spot on the back of her head. 3 lines - a deep, burnt umber.

Trinity groaned as she stood next to her cousin, desperately trying to ignore the sounds of the wet, open-mouthed kisses he was layering on Morticia Frump's arm. She was happy he found his other half, truly.

And Morticia was lovely.

Really.

But it was nauseating after a while.

"I'm gonna go talk to Doctor Underwood about the transfer student." She bolted before Gomez could pull his lips from Morticia. At least they were in public and she didn't have to suffer through walking in on them fucking.

Again.

She made it to Doctor Underwood's office in record time, waiting for acknowledgement before entering. "Sorry, got held up."

The head of Nevermore nodded and motioned for her to take a seat next to a girl with wild curls. "Miss Santos, this is Baran Al-Hashimi. She's from our sister school across the sea. Miss Al-Hashimi, this is Trinity Santos - she will help you get familiar with the school, you will also be rooming together."

Their eyes met and Trinity knew in an instant that the Addams family curse had not skipped the Santos bloodline.

Obsession sprung from the very marrow in her bones.

She would die for her.

She would kill for her.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Shift from hell

End of her casual situationship

Had a little breakdown in a supply closet and found out her super-hot-yet-robo-doc-attending gives possibly the best hugs in existence

She got a new friend Mel King

Her unadmittedly best friend has opted not to move out into Dr. Robby's bachelor pad

Three lesbians (Trinity Santos, Parker Ellis and Yolanda Garcia)

Two bisexuals (Baran Al-Hashimi and her ex-husband)

Two chismosas (Princess de la Cruz and Perlah Alawi)

One farmer (Dennis Whitaker)

One geriatrics doctor (Samira Mohan)

One U-Haul.

All Trinity wanted was a smooth and efficient move into her girlfriend's home.

Bonus thought: this all happens pre-relationship. Trinity, who’s already at her wits end from how long her day has been, sees the kid’s parents being either distant or distractingly worried, but regardless, seemingly uncaring of how their kid feels about all this. And she’s just spend the last part of her shift talking (as best as one could to someone disoriented from meningitis) to the kid, and she gets the sense that they’ve never really been listened to before. And Trinity’s so tired and upset on their behalf that she just snaps at the parents, asking them why couldn’t they care more, why they won’t prioritize their kid, and Baran has to drag her away.

Trinity’s expecting to be reprimanded — she knows the parents are probably just worried, and she’s not being fair to them, but she’s riled up and needs to be angry at them before it turns inward, so she pushes back against Baran’s admonishments. She says, no, doesn’t matter what the parents might have sacrificed for the kid — the kid deserves someone on their side, someone to stand up for them, to listen to them — and Baran, who’d been listing out the defenses she spent the past 35 years of her life using for her own parents, and is now watching as Trinity speaks to every single ache Baran’s been pushing down for all those years… she breaks. Her carefully constructed walls crack and the dam breaks, and she’s turning away to try to hide her tears.

Trinity doesn’t quite know what to do, what to say to her boss (who had previously been nothing but the picture of professional detachment) sobbing in front of her. She knows Baran’s a parent, maybe something was going on with her son? She’s too tired to even try to unpack that, just mumbling out an apology, before she’s interrupted. Baran, voice ever-so-slightly hoarse, and tinged with embarrassment when she’s interrupted by her own sniffles, tells Trinity how how lucky that kid is to have her as a doctor, how good of a person she is. She tells Trinity to stop apologizing, that Baran wished she had someone like Trinity in her life at that age and she’s so honoured to have met her now.

Trinity, who has had such a long, shitty day, overwhelmed with the confusing situation, the praise she’s receiving, and the urge to comfort Baran, goes and wraps her arms around her attending. She buries her face in the crook of her neck, the faded smell of her shampoo soothing the lump in Trinity’s throat. They stay like that for a while, separating only after someone calls them to come help with handoffs. They don’t drift far apart, though — Baran’s close enough to lean over and whisper in Trinity’s ear, cracking a joke about her still not being off the hook for her bedside manner, to which Trinity amusedly rolls her eyes and reaches out to give Baran’s hand a subtle squeeze.

Baran was, at her core - a data girlie.

She believed in the almighty power of a good spreadsheet. Power BI made her heart rate spike just enough that her ex-husband loved to tease that a good dashboard was a turn on. She was firm in her belief that there was a direct correlation between data and patient care.

Data was why it took all of 6 days for Baran to get to the root cause of her most prickly resident's charting issue.

At first she assumed a stern approach would resolve it - reminding Dr. Santos that patient charting was a non-negotiable. It didn't, or course. It just seemed to send the other woman into a spiral of anxiety. Positive reinforcement and praise had a noticeable improvement but not enough.

Reviewing Dr. Santos' charts cracked everything wide open - she vaguely wondered if Dr. Robinavitch even bothered to review his residents patient charts. It wouldn't surprise her if he avoided the task with how laissez-faire he was about other legal requirements. Baran scanned over her ninth chart - assessing. On the charts the younger doctor had dictated? Very few errors. On the charts she had entered by hand? Textbook dyslexia. Words missing silent letters. Mix-ups between b's and d's and p's and q's. Seven different ways to spell amoxicillin. Homophone mix-ups.

So Baran did what Baran does and resolved the issue quietly - as interim Chief of Emergency Medicine she secured a number of new dictation microphones for the ED and made sure they were physically attached to each station. Labeled as well. According to the nurses the mics had a habit of walking off with other departments. She spoke with IT who confirmed it was, in fact, possible to use custom fonts on their charting software. There weren't many to pick from but there were a few options between serif and sans-serif. She got one pagers made and laminated, shortcuts at each station - all with accessible fonts.

Far Future Human Diaspora across the galaxy AU with mechs and mercenaries (think Lancer TTRPG)

Baran commands a mercenary group and does her best to only take jobs she and her pilots wont have nightmares about. She does her best but the galaxy is cruel and she also has to keep her people fed because they depend on her.

Trinity Santos used to play professional mech-sports. League politics forced her out, and now she's working as a mercenary because piloting is the only thing she was ever good at. Turns out she's an even better combat pilot than a mech athlete, but she's temperamental and takes too many risks.

Other characters Victoria is fresh out of pilot academy, best scores anyone has ever seen, but she's untested. Samira is the tactical analyst. Dennis pilots a support vehicle, he's always worried about the combat pilots. Cassie is the unit's chief mechanic. Yolanda is in house R&D, always coming up with designs that push the limits of what pilots can physically endure. Emery is the medic for the unit.

Robby commands a rival merc group, with Jack as the field leader. I'll absolutely write something for this eventually. But I welcome anyone who's got ideas for where other characters fit in.

But also a Trinity who started off in Robby's group and butted heads too much with Frank so she dips. Meeting Baran through Dennis who talks so passionately about this woman who cares so much for her ragtag group of misfits. Trinity whose brain has only ever been quiet when she's piloting.

Baran who absolutely has beef with Robby and vice versa - it's beef that's compounded overtime. They have too many opposing views. They treat their subordinates differently. So when this hot headed former athlete comes aboard who used to serve under Robby? They butt heads as well.