no warnings! trinity and reader are best friends <3 requested! trinity x platonic!reader caleb and reader are coupled.
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You and Trinity were literally inseparable. Whenever one was, the other was there too. You guys probably spent more time talking to each other than your own couple. This caused Bryce and Caleb to be very close as well, given their ladies were always together meant they were too.
You and Trinity had each others backs too, your feelings were always justified by her, she always defended and she always took care of you. You didnβt think walking into the villa youβd find your new favorite human being but you did. Everyone in the villa knew it was you and Trinity and thatβs how itβd be forever. There was no way anyone was coming between you two.
You and Trinity laid on the daybeds, shades on and fully stretched out relaxing. Caleb looked for you for a solid minute just to find you where he expected - with Trinity. βWhatβs happening over here?β He asks. You stretch your arms out to accept him beside you βWeβre spilling the tea.β Trinity replies, βTop secret.β You add. Caleb comes up beside you, head rested on your chest as you comb through his silky hair.
Bryce eventually joins in too, laying beside Trinity as the two of you continue to gossip, they stayed there like props in the story but were in awe of what they got so lucky with. Theyβd pitch into the conversation every now and then, if you and Trinity had a solid opinion on someone theyβd make it known they stood behind you on it.
Later that night youβd disappeared with Trinity again, they two of you laid in soul ties passed out. The conversation had just ended at some point, both of your eyelids heavy as you laid on the comfy pillows. As everyone went to get ready for bed Caleb and Bryce noticed you and Trinity were both missing, usually youβd come out of hiding with everyone else but today there was nothing but silence.
They searched the villa for you before finding the both of you cuddled up peacefully. Caleb comes up the side of you carefully, βHey sleepy.β He says, rubbing your hair. You squirm lightly at the sudden wake up but canβt fully get out of your slumber. Bryce also tried to wake Trinity but she didnβt budge either. They both looked at each other with a smile on their faces before picking you up and walking you into the bedroom with everyone else. They tucked you in nicely, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before crawling into bed beside you.
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Mel King never wouldβve asked you out if it wasnβt for Trinity Santos.
The fact was maybe irritating for her to admit. But it was only just a bit, because Mel liked to believe she was on top of things. That she could overcome the nerves and shyness that had held her back from so many milestones or events that, according to her peers, were supposed to occur at specific ages. Confidence and self-assuredness were two traits Mel had been working on ever since that first day in undergrad, when, even though practically every site on the computer in her hometownβs old library computer stated that people were desperate to make friends, she had struggled to maintain one conversation. Much less actually connect with someone.Β
And so, her college years were spent trying to decipher the tone of her personality that people responded best to. Sometimes she was too bright. Too happy for someone who had just failed an exam or spoke too much for an acquaintance who had just worked a 10-hour shift and just wanted to go home. Other times, she was too withdrawn. Not getting a word in during chitchats and only offering nods as responses. It had taken a while, but by the time she got to med school, Mel had thought sheβd perfected how to get people to like her. Had spun her own self-reliance to support her through networking and getting close with the other students. She had felt somewhat comfortable in her skin. Enough to where it didnβt feel like she was lying anymore when she had to keep the volume of her voice in check when she got excited or restrained herself from reaching for someone when she was talking at them.Β
Until she came to the stunning realization that she was horrible at asking for help.Β
Even when she needed it, it would take multiple repetitions of what to say and a few minutes of pacing in her own mind before chalking up enough courage to ask for what she wanted. Beccaβs sudden dependence on her during that point in her life didnβt help, either. Mel always had to know precisely what to do. She hated being seen as incapable, and outright expressing the fact that she was missing pieces of information gave that impression. It didnβt matter to whom. Mel would go through every possible option before caving to that humiliating feeling in her stomach that made her brain blare: WRONG WRONG WRONG, and caused her improved esteem to spiral slightly.
It clung to her even when she began her residency.
It was also why she probably fell in love with you after one week. That you never made her ask for things. That you simply just knew. A strange aspect for Mel to consider, that you understood her that well, since sheβd been one for the facts ever since she was little and learned how to read. Sure, it wasnβt the only reason Mel became so enamoured (another poor habit that arose with anything or anyone that made her feel seen), but it was the first step.Β
You were Melβs nurse. The only one that made oxygen easier to get in and out whenever she was attempting new procedures or was under immense stress from patientsβ loved ones. She needed you because you were the first person she knew who didnβt make her feel ashamed to not have that cutthroat certainty so many demanded from her.
Mel was unmistakably vulnerable around you.Β
And that was originally going to be enough for her. Simply being able to exist with you in her life while being able to be her most authentic self. Enough to see you every day and to speak about what seemed to be the stupidest things that actually meant everything to Mel. As long as everything stayed the same between the two of you, Mel would be happy. Even if she wished, in moments after shifts where you would be curled up together on the couch in her apartment, that she could kiss you senseless.Β
Everyone at the PTMC knew about itβthe affection that Mel held for you. Trinity was the first to get fed up with it, though.
Always in the same scenarios of the three of you sitting around a counter together or working a case: always you walking away first and watching hearts replace Melβs eyes as you left. Always watching you.Β
βYou like her?β Trinity had asked one day, her chin jerking in your direction as youβd headed off to find Dana for something. Mel hadnβt responded for a moment, her head still craned to watch you go as her elbows rested on the counter, fingers tangled together. βMel.β
The blonde did a small double-take before snapping her head back over to her junior, eyes wide. Trinity had copied the expression with a tiny shake of her head.Β
βYou like her.β A statement this time. It made Melβs thick brows furrow as her mouth opened like she was going to deny it. Trinity knew she wouldnβt, though. Because Mel hated lying. Still, if Trinity maybe knew her on the same level you did, she would guess that that was the face Mel made when she was thinking about creating a fib.Β
βWell, Iβ Yes, I do like her. Itβs hard not to because sheβs a very good friendββ
Trinity had cut her off with a long groan and a roll of her eyes. It had been late into their shift, and exhaustion was catching up to her, weighing on her mind and making it difficult to remember the little things for her patients. βYou guys are not just friends,β Trinity had pointed out. Mel had done that same weird mouth thing again as her olive colored eyes fell to where her hands were clasped. A sign she was uncomfortable, as Trinity had learned over the past few months. And while Mel could be a bit much for her at times, Trinity did enjoy having her around. βShe likes you too,β sheβd offered, softening her tone as she kept her eyes on Melβs face.Β
Had watched as the other womanβs eyelashes fluttered before she looked back up, the corners of her mouth lifting. βReally?β And that tone of voice was so stupidly hopeful that it had made Trinity cringe just enough to actually fight another eye roll. βDid she tell you?β
And because, unlike Mel, Trinity is not above lying, and actually has eyes, sheβd responded: βYeah.β As soon as the word had left her mouth, Trinity thought that Mel was going to start hyperventilating out of excitement with the way her cheeks had gotten all red and her smile looked too wide to be natural and her hands twisted together. βAsk her out so I donβt have to watch what actual pining looks like.β
So Mel did.
And everything had been perfect after that.
Mostly.
The only issue, after having gotten past the hurdle of being emotionally intimate, was the physical intimacy. Mel wasnβt a virgin; sheβd kissed her fair share of people, and even if she didnβt get those sexual urges that often, she still knew what to do to feel good. Even if the concept sometimes made her feel a bit uneasy, she was still human, and ovulation did happen to come around once a month. But during those years sheβd attempted to fix her confidence, Mel had neglected the actions to back it up.Β
What she shouldβve done in hindsight is talk to you. Express all of her worries and communicate that all she wants is to go slow and for you to tell her what you want. What you want her to give you, because Mel would give you anything as long as you loved her. Except that lump kept catching in her throatβthat fear that she would screw up something so sacred between two individuals and that you would view her differently after.Β
Only one other thing had worked before, which is why Trinity is the person Mel asks for assistance.Β
βYouβre gonna have to figure out what strap is gonna work best for yβMel,β Trinity mumbles as her hands trace from gripping over your sides to settle over your hips. Itβs only to pull you back further on the dildo, your toes curling the comforter from the stretch thatβs still intense even after Mel worked you to two orgasms. One with Trinityβs hand on her wrist and her fingers pinching at your clit, and the other with Mel curling them with that same pace sheβd been shown. The drag of faux veins as the silicone slowly buries itself into your pussy makes you whine loudly, fingernails digging into Melβs hips like youβre trying to prevent yourself from being forced to take more. Youβre whining too. Loudly.
Mel shushes you gently like an owner with a fussy pet as her hand strokes over your hair, your face pressed against her stomach. Her eyes remain on the way your skin gives against Trinityβs grasp, the other womanβs lips pressing together as she tugs you back until thereβs the soft clap of skin meeting. And another squeal from you as you ease more weight from your upper half into Melβs lap.
It had been too long since youβd been fucked. Mel would never take anything further than grinding sessions, you humping her thigh more often than not, which you didnβt mindβbut youβd missed the feeling of being full. Of being stuffed with a heavy weight that forced your mind to only focus on reaching a release, and for you to be so turned on that you swelled around whatever was inside of you. Preferably, you wouldβve rather had Mel between your legs, but you knew her. Knew that she was a visual learner more than anything else and that this would make her feel better in the long run. Plus, with your face pressed against her, all you could smell was her. Your eyes were forced shut, mouth open and panting into the fabric of her t-shirt, pretending that it was her bullying her strap into your cunt.
βI mean, Iβve been doing some research,β you distantly hear Mel say as the soothing pets over your head continue. Your grip on her loosens as you feel yourself begin to adjust, heavy breaths turning into a full-blown moan as your back arches, finally pushing back against Trinity instead of having her pull you. βBut Iβm not quite sure what her favorite type of intercourse would be yet.β And you can hear the eyebrow furrow in her tone even as you try to shift your hips back to fuck yourself. βShe really loves intimacy, and I donβt want to be too rough with herββ
Melβs cut off by a muffled yelp from you as Trinityβs hand meets your ass, the sound of the slap making Mel blink. Her first instinct is to push Trinity away from you. To gather you up in her arms and comfort you. But then, youβre nuzzling your hips back again, like youβre desperate for more of that kind of handling.
ββKay, well, sheβs obviously impatient,β Trinity huffs as she returns to that firm grip on your hips, pulling out just so the tip is still inside of you, the drag making you shudder. Youβre already sensitive, both from your previous highs and after not being fucked in so long, so the drag over your walls makes your thighs shudder. βSo figure it out after I make her cum.β
Mel tenses against you as Trinity sinks back into your cunt, another sound escaping your throat as even the smallest movements ricochet pleasure throughout your body.
βIf you get too in your head since, yβknow, thatβs kind of your specialty,β she continues as her hips roll in another slow thrust, making a wet noise resound from where youβre coupled with her and your walls to clench around the strap even harder. βYou can wait for her to get worked up and start backing up on you.β Trinity sounds breathy, movements of her cock becoming a bit more shallowβdeeper. Nuzzling against one spot inside of you that has you drooling against Melβs shirt.Β
Youβre the only one thatβs naked, the other two still having clothing on their upper half, with Mel in sweatpants and Trinity in her boxers. The subtle reminder of fabric against your face warming has another rush of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your clit throb as you arch your back to try and press it against Trinity whenever she does those grinds of the strap into you.Β
βMhm, like that,β Trinity mumbles, one hand leaving your hips to trail down your spine before giving your ass another tap. Lighter than the first one, but still enough to have you gushing around her. Shakily, you let go of Mel, opting to press your palms into the mattress on either side of her thighs to lift your upper half, trying to look back at Trinity.
βMoreββ
Her hand comes down again, making your head drop with a long moan as Trinity fucks into you hard enough to have you falling against Mel again.
βThis isnβt about you,β Trinity huffs as she moves to tangle those same fingers in your hair, tugging you up for Melβs wide eyes to come into view. The sight of your girlfriend, so stunned with flushed cheeks and slow breaths coming from her parted lips, makes you whine. βMelβs spoiled you too much.β
βItβs notββΒ
The movements of the strap inside of you, coupled with Mel being in your vision while trying to object to Trinityβs words, has your brain going numb. That, and the fact that theyβre talking about you like youβre not even there.Β
βBut it is,β Trinity chuckles, releasing your hair as Melβs eyes flick from your face to the other woman. βNone of my business, obviously, but if you ever wanna try to fix that, her G-spot is right up by her cervix.βΒ
That makes Melβs mouth snap shut, a huff leaving her nose as a pout forms on her lips. The reaction pulls another laugh from Trinity as her pace finally evens out, probably finally working towards pushing you over the edge. βI donβt blame you,β she continues, batting Melβs hands away from your head so she can curl her fingers around the base of your throat. You yelp as your upper half is pulled back to Trinityβs chest, tits bouncing slightly as the angle makes her thrusts feel deep enough to have you gushing. βThink it would be easy to spoil you. Yeah? Mm, yeah, youβre pretty.β
Hands are all over you. On your nipples, over your trachea, on your cheeksβ Youβre being hauled away from Trinity as Mel frowns at the other woman, settling you back into her lap. βYouβre not kissing her.β
Right thereβ Youβre right there. Not that either of them seems to care anymore, caught in whatever kind of staring battle they have going on as the noises leaving you get higher and higherβ
βRelax, Melgisterial, let me teach you for once,β Trinity mumbles as that frown remains glued on Melβs face. βOne kiss isnβt gonna make her fall in love with me.β But the way she says it makes it feel like thereβs something underlying. Something like: she will if I keep fucking her like this. Weakly, you paw at Melβs stomach before reaching for her shoulder as words that you think arenβt even really words babble from your lips.Β
Her fingers return to your face, squishing your cheeks together with one hand as she leans down to kiss you, tongue forcing its way into your mouth quickly. Much harsher than sheβs ever been with you before, and it has you cumming. Body tensing as stars bloom behind your eyelids.
Even as Melβs eyes stay open, focused on Trinity as she kisses you just a little bit harder.
six months into your relationship, you don't think you could be any more in love with your girlfriend, trinity.
wc: 1.5k
cw: loosely based on i think he knows by taylor swift. girls in love, established relationship, robinavitch!adopted reader so no specific body descriptions, making out, a bit of groping, suggestive but no smut.
whoever said that the last hour of a twelve-hour shift was a marathon and not a sprint was a hundred percent right. the day had been a messβit usually was, but today it had been a little bit worseβyou had had a lot of back-to-back traumas, a twenty-car pile-up in the highway during peak traffic time had you all pretty busy and with zero chance to take a break longer than two or three minutes
you looked down to the smartwatch that sat on your left wrist to check the time, 8:23 pm. you sighed, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, right hand coming up to apply a small amount of pressure in the back of your neck. thank god you were off tomorrow, you didnβt know how youβd get out of bed at five in the morning after the mess of a week you had had
βi think iβm screwedβ you blurted out to samira
she looked up from her chart, pulling an airpod from her ear, βwhat?β
βi said, i think iβm screwed,β you repeated, voice lower. she looked at you with a confused expression, βi think iβm in love with trinityβ
samira raised an eyebrow before her face twisted into an even more confused mess, βwhat?β you pursed your lips to the side, trying to not roll your eyes. βi thought you two had been dating for like three monthsβ
that made you roll your eyes, βsixβ you corrected her without thinking twice βand yes, sami, we areβ you let out a breath before saying, βi justβi thinkβno, i know iβm really likeβ in love with her. and itβsβit freaks me out a bitβ you shivered
she let out a snort before covering her mouth, βyou are your fatherβs daughterβ you shook her head
βwhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?β
βoh my god, bee, you are your fatherβs daughter,β she repeated with a small chuckle, βthat girl loves you too. iβm sure sheβd ask you to move in with her if she didnβt have whitaker already at her apartmentβ
βdo you think so?β you asked, biting your lip
βi know so, beeβ she sighed, βnow, get back to your charting. you might want to go home with your girlfriendβ
βsheβs literally stuck here because sheβs way behind on her charting. i finished mine and logged out half an hour agoβ you gave her a small smile
she let out a sigh again, this time a deeper one. βyou have no idea how much i hate you right nowβ
you shook your head with a small smile, βno, you donβt. you love meβ
talking, drinking beers, and eating takeout in bed with your girlfriend was the perfect way of spending a friday night. trinity had been rambling about a show she had been watching with whitaker for at least twenty minutes, but you had lost track of the conversation once your sight set on trinβs hand around the beer bottle. she had really nice hands. you couldnβt help but think how her hands softly hold your waist in the early mornings as you made breakfast together, or how her hands softly hold your face when you kiss, or how her hands feel when they made their way into your hair as you are making out in your bed or hers or your couch, or how her hands feel when theyβ
hey, her voice sounded distant, bee? are you okay?
βhuh?β you snapped out, βyeah, yeah. you were saying?β
she let out a chuckle, βwere you staring at my hands, bee?β
you felt the blood rushing to the back of your neck, βwhat?β
βare you blushinβ?β
βi donβt blushβ you scoffed and she bit back a laugh with a cocky smirk on her face
βyou are just too fuckinβ cuteβ her left hand started softly caressing your cheek. you leaned into her touch with a small satisfied smile, βcome hereβ
you leaned forward, connecting your lips with hers in a soft kiss. your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, and the hand that wasnβt on your face flew straight to your waist to pull you in close to her. you could taste the mix of beer and thai food on her lips, letting out a soft breath of contentment that made her smile into the kiss
your fingers combed through her hair, pulling her even closer. she softly pulled you back, lying you down on the bed to lay next to you. you were tangled, legs thrown one over the other. her hands moved to your waist, bunching up the oversized shirt you were wearing and you sighed, giving her the opportunity to deepen the kiss
you turned around a bit so you could be on top of her and she took the opportunity to slowly slide up one hand until it touched the underside of one of your breasts, βfuckβ you sighed, throwing your head back and pulling away from her mouth in the process as her other hand slowly traced your spine under your shirt
βyou are so beautifulβ she whispered against your neck as she pressed open mouth kisses. she nipped gently on the side of your throat and you let out a quiet moan βyouβre not too bad yourselfβ that made trinity bite your neck and you doubled back in laughter as she started tickling your sides. you leaned back and looked at her relaxed expression, brushing a strand of hair away from her face
your heart felt like it was seconds away from bursting through your chestΒ
βdid you know my dad is dating noelle? like nurse hastings, noelleβ you said, mouth half full with a chocolate chip cookie sitting on top of her kitchen counter. your shift had been horrible. there had been an accident on the high way that left two dead patients, a mother and a son. so trinity was baking you cookies to cheer you up
βwhat!? really!?β she turned around to look at you, hands rolling a ball of cookie dough
βmhm. apparently, they have been going out for a while.β you said, eating the rest of the cookie in your hand, βhe wants me to have dinner with them next week.β trinity lifted her eyebrows, βi had to say yes. i think theyβre going steadyβ
βwell, if he wants you to have dinner with her iβd think so, tooβ she cleaned the crumbs off your cheek, her other hand on your thigh. you leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss
βtrin, these cookies are really good,β you mumbled against her lips, making her smile and peck your lip. the hand on your cheek rubbed it softly and you wrapped your legs around her to push her into you. your mouths were moving in tandem when you bit her lower lip, making her groan and giving you the opportunity to deepen the kiss. trinity ran her hands up and down your thighs, playing with the hem of your sleep shorts. you broke away from the kiss to quietly murmur, βtrin, denniββ she cut you off with another kiss
βwhy do you wanna talk about whitaker right now?β she mumbled against your lips before softly biting the lower one
you hummed and shrugged your shoulders before softly grabbing her cheeks and pulling her in to keep kissing her. you made a small noise against her mouth when her hands run up to the side of your ass and she kissed you again, a bit rougher this time. βi love youβ you murmur before you could think twice making her suddenly stop, βoh god, iβm sorry, trinβ
you look at her and see a grin slowly creeping up her face, her pupils blown wide, black almost swallowing the green entirely. βi love you too, bee.β she said before pressing his lips against yours back again. the both of you smiled into the kiss, and your arm wrapped against her shoulders to play with her hair. she set her hands on the hem of your shirt, sliding it up to take it off you, leaving you in your shorts and sports bra
you kept kissing, too focused on the feel of her lips against yours to really register anything else happening around you. βwhat smells so gooβoh my god!β dennisβ high pitched voice came from the door. trinity and you pulled apart, you pursed your lips to avoid letting out the laugh you were holding back and squeezed your eyes shut as trinity pressed her forehead to your chest, groaning, βwhat the hell fuckleberry!? get out!β
βye-yeah, yes. iβm sorβiβm sorry! iβm leavingβ the door shut close behind him, making you snort before doubling over in laughter
βoh myβoh my godβ you were laughing so hard, tears were forming in your eyesΒ
βbee, stop laughing!β you shook your head, laughs still tumbling out of your lips, βfuckinβ fuckleberryβ
you sighed, a last small laugh leaving your lips before you took her face on your hands, tilting it up so you could look her straight in her eyes before saying, βmove in with meβ
βwhat?β
βmove in with me, trinβ you said, βwe practically live together, anyways. and huckleberry wonβt be that far awayβ she huffed a laugh, βhave you ever stopped to think that heβs like our kid?β
she nodded, a chuckle escaping her lips βyes, he isβ she licked her lips and you saw as her eyes turned softer. βiβd love toβ
you nodded before kissing her, βi love you, bugβ
β’ Trinity Santo x fem! clumsy! reader
β‘ You wake up late, ready to spend a promised day off along side your girlfriend Trinity, when you realize she's already at work. Clumsy you gets hurt and brought to Pittsburgh. Trinity can't know you're there!
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It was supposed to be a special day. Trinity had taken a day off, swore that nothing could drag her to the Emergency Department of Pittsburgh. And you two had gone to bed believing the idea, trusting the plans you had made would be fulfilled. Limbs tangled together, Trinity's body encapsulating yours, as slumber took over your consciousness for the night. You had both turned off every alarm in the house, closed the door to make sure the cat wouldn't wake you up and informed Denis to not be noisy when he left for the forbidden place.
Just as expected, the sun rays passed through the translucent curtains and made your eyelids scrunch. You stretched, awaiting the warmth of your resting girlfriend beside you. But as you went to wrap back around her, her side was empty and cold already. This situation felt like a bad dream, your eyes opened in a quick blink and a frown of eyebrows. You reluctantly stepped out from under the covers, the clock claiming 10:27AM. A part of you hoped that Trinity was simply up early, making breakfast or feeding your fur ball. A nightdress on, short enough to please the eyes, you walked around the apartment. Only to find it as empty as the bed. No post-it about some errands to run. No surprise in sight. Not even the sound of a breakfast toast.
Understandingly annoyed, you tried to ring your girlfriend's phone. Once then thrice, in vain. Probably turned off. And so, you could guess where she stood at the moment.
You walked circles in the living room as you called friends and family to cancel plans while ranting about the whole situation. Your bad luck started here, early morning, anger fueling you, with the couch's feet and your own hitting each other. You let out flowery words, hands letting your phone hit the wood flooring. Your anger bubbling under the makeshift facade you held while your friend on speaker asked if you were fine. "How can I be okay when my girlfriend sort of abandoned me on our day off we had planned for months?!" you wanted to scream at the empty, but settled on a simple "Yeah, just hit my feet against the fucking couch."
You calmed down, a bit by doing chores to focus your mind, but your day didn't seem to get any better. While trying to clean the laundry, you hit the closet door. As you cleaned the floor, you slipped on the wet tiles, a soft thump disturbing the otherwise silent rooms. You tried to cook yourself some lunch, only to nip your finger against the knife. "Takeout it is," left your mouth with a defeated sigh.
You had ordered some cheap food from a nearby restaurant. Something warm and heavy on the stomach to ease the leftover disappointment. Some TV show you don't exactly care about sitting in the background, filling the room with noises, until the notification saying your delivery is at the entrance of the building.
Wearing a nice pair of tights while running down the tiled stairs might have been a bad idea, but you realize that only once you've fallen down a few dozen of steps. Pain filled your body as you tried to pull yourself up. You could see bruises at your elbows and you could imagine there was more under your clothes. You hissed as you tried to force yourself up, hands on the rails for support. It was useless, all weight put on your ankle would just bring you back down.
A neighbor who had heard the fall hurried to your side. You shared the pain around your ankle as they tried to help you stand. Playing it safe, they drove you to the Emergency of the nearest hospital. More than half way through the trip, you gasped, "Stop the car! You can't bring me to Pittsburgh!" Your demand stayed unfulfilled, the other person too worried about your state and also questioning if you had managed to hit your head. As soon as you were brought through the doors and sat in a wheelchair, you tried to make yourself small. Every doctor and intern there at already seen you once and god you did not want to worry Trinity. Especially on the job, nobody wants to see her anxious over the stress of performing medicine.
Head down, arms wrapped around your chest and as quiet as possible while being drove to Chairs. You begged mentally to not be given to Dr Javadi or Dr McKay. In vain. You looked up through your lashes, only to be met with the older resident looking at your chart. You bit your lips as Cassie called your name before asking what could have possibly happened?
"Fell down the stairs," your nose scrunched under your furrowed brows, "Don't tell Santos I'm here." A simple ask, keeping someone from knowing her clumsy as hell girlfriend has ended in the hospital should be realistic. Not in Pittsburgh. Not with the loose lips on shift.
You waited for the ankle brace to be brought over to you. A fracture of the fibula Dr. McKay had explained. Around 12 weeks to heal, just need to be careful with the weight and efforts. Scrolling through your phone, barely putting your head up when the curtains to the bed you sat on we're pulled aside. You realized too late, when the sound reached your ears. "What are you doing here?" Trinity. You swung left to right on the bed, looking at the ceiling and pretending that it was all good. She called your name back, getting you to finally look at her, "What kind of troubles have you gotten into?"
"Dennis?"
"A little birdie told me," Santos simply answered. Most people loved gossip, no reason to point fingers. She sat beside you on the bed with a sigh. Taking off her stethoscope and leaving it aside, she let you lean against her.
"I'm mad at you," you whispered, head resting on your girlfriend's shoulder, "Like really mad. Like you'll-sleep-on-the-couch mad."
"It was an emergency."
"It's always an emergency."
Trinity sighed loudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Looks like you're my emergency right now." It was a stupid remark, internally you were already scolding yourself for smiling at such an idiotic try to lighten up your mood.
A few moments passed, not a muscle had moved. Silently, you were staring, trying to telepathically share your anger, your sadness and your disappointment. You were not born with such a gift, you simply hoped your body was following your brain. Trinity was the first to change position, squeezing your shoulder. "I'm a big girl you know? I don't need you to treat me like a kid getting a shot," you said with a small voice.
"I know. A big big girl. You don't even need me around to get hurt." You immediately threw your elbow back, lodging it against her ribs in a soft kick.
"Not a laughing matter," you almost shouted. You brought your uninjured leg to your chest, wrapping your arms around it with a pout. "But at least I got a way to keep you close now."
Santos tilted her head, her eyebrows raised in confusion. If this wasn't a professional setting, you two would have been on the couch, Trinity's head resting against your lap. You could imagine that scene happen quite regularly in the next few weeks.
"You got a very hurt girlfriend who needs constant attention and love and care and uhhhβ¦" you dramatically put a hand on your forehead, feigning some loss of consciousness like the actor did in those historical shows you watched together on some Sundays, "and a lot of hugs and kisses."
"Is that so?"
"Mmhhhh⦠Yeah. My ankle is ruined, I like cannot walk. Dr McKay's words," hands put in the air to innocent yourself. Doctor's orders, not even the sassy Trinity could fight back against that.
Despite your huge exaggeration, she shook her head, laughing out loud, her head thrown back, "You're trying to trap me at home with a broken ankle?"
"Maybe? Am I pretty enough to do it despite having fallen down a few floors?"
"You're always the prettiest," the doctor said, putting a soft kiss over your forehead, and another on your cheek before settling a last one on the corner of your lips, "Maybe I can stay home for a few weeks. Claim to be sick. Cough a lot. Especially on Denis."
You chuckled, taking her hand in yours and allowing the gentle rub of your knuckles, "I forgive but only you if you cook everyday. And everyday, we'll eat my favorite foods."
"If we manage to save a few avocados from Huckleberry's grip," a roll of Trinity's eyes followed the comment. That sort of somewhat snarky comments from her always brought a smile to your face. A hum answered this sentence while you closed your eyes. You would have basked in the sweet silence for a few more moment if you were given the choice, unfortunately you weren't. The curtains to your bed were pulled open again. You tensed your whole body, forcing a smile before separating your body from the warmth of your lover.
Cassie threw a look that screamed "Am I disturbing something?" that you answered with a simple shrug of shoulders. With a soft pout, you let her wrap the plaster bands around your ankle, creating the cast you'd be forced to wear for the sake of your own recovery. Then, she left you two 'lovebirds', as she had just said, alone.
"I'll help her find the way to the break room," Trinity said, helping you step off the bed. She wrapped an arm around your chest, carrying a part of your weight. She seated you, her fingers tangled with strands of your hair, slowly stroking them back. She settled a kiss, lips on your forehead. "Just let me finish today. Then I'm home with you."
"Okay but you leave early." Not a question, not an ask with a gentle tone and puppy eyes, but a command, almost an order. And Santos was not one to disobey her dear sweet girl. "Please, you weren't even supposed to be here." She rested her forehead against yours, a slow and soft nod. Trinity then covered your face with a few more kisses as her hands cradled your cheeks, a simple way to ask for forgiveness once again despite knowing she did not deserve it much.
She parted, with great sadness, her hands from your face. Your cheeks were warm from her attention, but you desired more and knew you could only get it home, away from the chaos of the Emergency Department. You nodded back, lips curling in an understanding grin. She reciprocated the emotion, "I'll remind Robby I was supposed to be off." A soft promise that she would fight for her right to leave without doing overtime charting that hang while she closed the break room's door behind her.
The two hours you spent awaiting her in the room, basically abandoned if it wasn't for the kind Dana checking on you under Trinity's demands, were long and particularly boring. The head nurse was a sweet lady, she had great conversation but it wasn't what you needed in the moment. You wanted cuddles. Kisses. Hands held together. Maybe even squeezed softly. Arms around your waist. Well, you wanted to be cared for by your overworked darling. So you were pouting, despite what Dana tried to make you smile, even if it meant giving up on some pudding.
Your smile only came back when your light was back. She sighed but nodded. "I'm free. Finally." And your cheeks warmed up from a slight impatience of all the sweet moments you would now freely share. "For a whole week at least." Just the two of you with so much to do and catch up on. You couldn't wait.
Author note:
β‘ I have been working on this fic for way too long but I struggled to bring events and to formate my dialogue to feel not too cringe and written. :(
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(feat. parker, mel, samira, trinity, baran, emery, dana, joy, heather, cassie, lowkey perlah+princess, and andrew cody at the end lol)
parker ellis who dreams of your happy trailβ¦ almost as often as she stares at it. with your permission, she plays with the hair, stroking up and down slowly. intermittently squeezing you with loveβ¦
mel king is very normal, very casual about your belly. she peeks as it rests above your buttoned jeans, or spills out when you unbutton your pants for lunch. will be the first of the bunch to straight up ask if she can lick your happy trail. to satiate scientific curiosity of course! just so she can get it off her mind and into action, those will be her actual words. if you manage not to pass out? youβre strong.
samira is very lowkey, wonβt reveal sheβs particularly aware of any body part of yours, but recognizes a sweet warmth spreads through her body when you hug and your bellies touch.
trinity would be the most self-contained about her fixation, but likely the most invested. she loves your stomach ; at the beach, in your apartment when your big t shirts roll up; best of all when you wear your big sweaters and lift your cute arms, letting the plush fiber ride up to reveal the shape of youβ¦ self sooths by rubbing her own belly at night and pretends itβs yours. you find out about this? and offer yourself up for sleepovers whenever she wants π₯² has very conflicting feelings seeing you, back rested against baranβs chest as the older woman cups the base of your belly. but thatβs okay because trinity will be resting her head on your belly and making fun of your digestive sounds with a giddy smile on her face soon. as soon as she can admit her feelings. baran plays with trinityβs hair and pulls if she worries your feelings might get hurt, but itβs all in good fun.
speaking of baran, sheβs the most feral about your stomach. insists on biting your muffin top. sometimes, when you cuddle, sheβs halfway down the bed so she can be nuzzling into your stomach. loving the feeling of your skin. will ask to leave hickies where ever permitted and will pout if your stomach is off limits. itβs one of her favorite places on your body aside from your everything.
emery walsh, dana evans, and joy kown would convince you to come to them for belly rubs. legit belly rubs, the practice can help ease digestion⦠this is their reasoning for you⦠but really they just like to rub your belly. and of course skin on skin contact with lotion achieves the best results, if they can get you that vulnerable⦠bonus points if they tease you by calling you a good boy or girl or whatever, i reiterate dana would call you silly rabbit.
heather my love, youβre the one worshiping her tbh. sheβs sheepish and loves every part of you obviously, but sheβs usually brushing a finger or three, here and there, if she can reach while you crowd into her space. every touch of hers makes you shiver, desire for a sense control long abandoned when youβre in her orbit.
cassie, oh cassie. do i even need to speak on this? if it werenβt for harrison, sheβd die for your tummy, no question. luckily, her love for you and her son doesnβt conflict but rather compliments. you help model positive self talk when visiting during his time with his mom, then help her regulate when heβs over at his dadβs house. you help her regulate : when she comes home, she falls to her knees, leans her center of gravity to be upheld by you, rests her head into your belly, arms loop around the tops of your thighs, fingers brush the seam of your ass cheeksβ¦ your belly is her favorite place to nap. envision the sleepy mumbles as she takes a midday nap on the sun, eyes closed and head rested on your bare belly. will squeeze your chest in her sleep though.
you are the unicorn and perlah and princessβ arms are the fence. double sided three way hug. you are in the middle of princess sandwich. this is official.
brooo if youβre ticklish itβs over, cause theyβll all find a way to touch your belly without bugging you but itβs bonus points for them to hear you laugh and giggle and unravel for each lady.
man below
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andrew cody who stares at you from inside while you lounge by the pool. loves your rolls. especially when you lean forward, as your belly rounds out even more... this manβs brain is so overloaded with longing but his body is frozen, eyes train on you for who knows how long. bonus points if youβre one of derranβs few queer friends and a total stoner and just assume pope is autistic so youβre just normal and nice to him and heβs beyond down bad heβs like deep down depraved levelβ¦ with loveβ¦
synopsis: you both were chosen to be in the hideaway. you couldnβt help but feel shy about it
warnings: semi smut maybe
a/n: hi
You sat in the hot tub that was inside of the hideaway with Trinity. You were eating up all the chocolates that they had given you.
βDamn you not gonβ save none for me?β Trinity said, trying to take one.
You slap her hand away, βremember when you ate my cookies? Yeah youβre not getting any of this.β You said, continuing to eat them.
She looked you up and down with a playful stank face before letting you have it. Well she didnβt.
Her hand went under the water to your clothed heat and rubbed your clit slowly. Your breath hitched as you look at her. That was the perfect opportunity for her to grab the chocolate out of your hand and taking it for herself.
βHey! You canβt just be doinβ that out of nowhere, bro.β You said, trying to take the chocolate back, but she wouldnβt let you.
βThey mine now.β She said, laughing and popping a chocolate into her mouth.
Thatβs when you grabbed the empty champagne bottle and filled it up with water and poured it on her hair.
She looked at you like you were crazy, you took the chocolate before popping one in your mouth. βThatβs what you get.β You said, laughing.
She dragged you out the hot tub and onto the bed, even though the both of you were wet. βSince you wanted to pull that dumb shit on me, open your legs.β She told you.
You started to get shy now, but she wasnβt having none of that. βDonβt get shy on me now, you was real bold when you poured water on my hair. Lemme see you get bold right now. Open. Your. Legs. Iβm not finna ask you again.β She told you, slapping your thigh.
You opened your legs in an instant, looking away from her. βCmon, ma. Look at me.β She said, turning your face towards you.
She immediately started to rub your clit again. You arched your back to the pleasure she was giving you. βFuck, Trinity.. itβs sensitive from the last time you touched me.β You told her.
βAnd itβs gonna stay that way.β She replied and started taking both of you guyβs clothes off.
She got lower until her mouth was on your pussy. She started sucking on your swollen clit. βT-trinity! Oh fuck!β You arched your back once more.
You were already so sensitive, if she didnβt touch on you earlier, you wouldβve thought that you could hold on longer.
You came on her tongue with a loud moan and your legs shaking. She came back up to kiss you, before laying down next to you.
You started to falling asleep until you felt a finger rubbing your clit again, you shot up and looked at her. And she laughed.
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