I’m only gonna write for female characters or gender neutral and x reader. I will also write for female reader and gender neutral reader. I don’t actually use like girl, women or she/her pronouns in my writing unless someone specifies it in a request. I try to keep reader as ambiguous as possible so anyone can imagine themselves as reader
I’m a lesbain so I won’t write male reader or any male characters.
The Pitt women ( Mel, Trinity, Victoria, Cassie, Samira , Baran) x reader
Summary: You’re sent to investigate the mysterious women’s reform centre but find out it’s not exactly what you think.
An: okay so this fic is based of zolita’s Hells Belles music video. A detective is sent to investigate why the women reform camp has been taken over by a woman who joined it. Baran is the “lesbian cult leader” and all the other Pitt women are a part of it. I want this series to be multiple chapters , each chapter focusing on one of the women. Obviously the idea is based on the music video but I’m gonna change it here and there. I always try to make my “reader” as inclusive as possible so I’m not giving them a name or describing their features. This chapter is very short because it’s just kind of an intro but trust I will write the other ones soon! Oh also I’m not American so I have no clue if Pittsburgh has farms but let’s suspend our belief.
Prologue
“So what do you have for me today?”. You say, stepping into your boss's office. He’s sitting at this office with the next case file. He looks up from his spot at the desk. “ Oh I think you’ll be very interested in this one, it's a doozy”. He motions for you to sit down and you take a seat in the seat on the other side of his desk
He slides the case file over to you and you pick it up. “This is Baran Al-Hashimi, she was initially sent to the ranch for some “ out of the box” treatment for her seizures. After she joined the ranch she seemed to have taken over… no one has heard from the directors and the women in the ranch haven’t had contact with their friends or family”. As your boss explains the case he passes you a few case files on all of them women on the ranch. Each one has a few photos and information about all of them.
“So you think something malicious is happening at this ranch?”. You ask, looking up and placing the papers back on the desk. “How could something not be happening… but even if that's why you're going to be undercover, get to know them, figure out what's been happening”. He explains.
You sigh, it's been a while since you’ve done an undercover job and especially a job this strange. “You sure I'm the best one for this one?”. You ask, rubbing the back of your neck. “I know you are, we both know you're ready to get back in the field”. Your boss explains. You sigh, but you know he's right. “Yeah… It really is time isn't it? You can count on me”.
The drive to the ranch is longer than expected. You’ve never been this far out on the highway before. For a second you think that you're lost but soon you see that familiar sign from the brochure in your passenger seat. The gates are grand and imposing, you step out and press a little button to open the doors. You get back into the car and drive it further into the ranch finding a place to park your car.
The commotion of you arriving seems to have caught the attention of the women there. When you get out of the car there’s five women standing on the grass by the entrance. The first one has her hair tied back in a braid, she has glasses. She's wearing a t-shirt and washed jeans cuffed at the bottom. The one next to her has brown hair, half tied up in a ponytail and a few tattoos on her arms. She's weaning a red blouse type shirt and her pants are a light washed gray with drawstrings. The one a step behind her has the longest hair, it's tied back in a lower ponytail. Shes wearing a lavender dress. The woman to the right of her hair is down and curly, it's a deep dark colour. She's wearing a light cotton shirt that's unbuttoned over a striped shirt, she's also wearing tan coloured shorts. The last woman has reddish hair that's a little dark, she's wearing a simple tank top and pants that are a little warm for the weather.
They all greet you and you struggle to really catch what any one person is saying. You try to catch their names or ask them anything. The crowd in front of you parts and you come face to face with the whole reason that you came out here. She looks different from her photo, her hair is down in long curly strands, she's wearing a dark red tank top and a skirt that flows gently in the breeze. She studies your face, finally reaching her hand out for you to shake.
“Im Baran”. She says, gripping your hand.
You smile, wanting to appear polite. “Nice to meet you, Baran”. You shake her hand back and let go.
“We're so glad you're here”. She says, her eyes again finding yours.
Hi so I’ve been dogistting for the past few days and I couldn’t find it in me to write but! I’m home now so I can promise I will have the like start of my lesbian cult fic posted by Monday at least! I wanna split it up into chapters ….. yay I’m excited
After some careful consideration ( had a shower) I decided that Baran is gonna be the lesbian cult leader in my fic 😂😂 . It’s just you know she’s almost the oldest and she’s basically their boss so she gives me that vibe. I know Cassie is the oldest but she seems to chill to be the cult leader perhaps. I also feel Baran has that like that monotone voice that I feel makes sense. But yeah I want to have a short little like prologue and then a chapter for each of the women in the cult and maybe one like culminating one.
I want to stray form the music video of course but keep some of the elements. But of course I want to match the Pitt characters personality’s the best I can so stay tuned!
Babysitter reader, age gap, reader doesn’t have a determined age but is Gen Z and born in the 2000’s and in college or university.
Summary: You love babysitting for Cassie perhaps a bit more than you’d like to admit.
An: back again! This time with a Cassie fic. I had this idea from season 1 as soon as we met Harrison. Oh also I don’t know if this reveals how Canadian I am but reader like exclusively calls Harrison “bud”😂 it just sounds right to me. I kind of struggled writing the dialogue for the confession scene 😅 oh and I finished season 2!!!!! Also when I first posted this like at 12 it wasn’t showing up in the tag so I just reloaded and it’s in there now .. weird
Word count rounded : 3.7k
“When’s my mom coming home again? Harrison asks from his spot next to you on the couch. The two of you have been curled up under one of the throw blankets in Cassie’s living room. Playing on the tv is an animal documentary that Harrison picked out himself. He had practically been obsessed with anything to do with animals. Everytime you would come over to babysit he would always have new fun facts to tell you. You turn your attention to him and smile fondly at his intense interest. “I'm not sure bud… your mom texted me letting me know she would probably be a few hours late”. You explain, watching his expression sadden a bit. “ I'm sorry buddy”. You coo softly reaching out place a comforting hand on his shoulder giving it a little squeeze.
“Your mom could come and see you when she gets home but I don’t think she wants you to go to bed too late because you have school tomorrow”. Harrison nods, settling back into the couch. You feel bad for the kid. “Hey Harrioson, what's your favourite animal?”.
“Hmm frogs … I really like tree frogs, they're so cool. I’ve only ever seen normal frogs”. Harrison shrugs before a little grin passes his lips. “I found a frog once in our backyard and my mom wouldn’t let me bring it near her”. Harrison giggles and it makes you laugh.
“ I think she was scared of it”. Harrison adds with a mischievous smile. “ Don’t terrorize your mom too much”. You joke, shaking your head already imagining the sight. “Mom loves me”. Harrison remarks. “I don’t doubt it buddy, she talks about you all the time”. You say and that peaks his attention. “She does? What does she say?”.
“Well she talks about how good of a kid you are. She talks about how much she misses you when she’s at work. She's lucky to have you as her son”. Harrison's eyes light up “I miss her too”.
“It's so great that you have each other. It’s getting a little past your bedtime now though. I think it's best if we get you ready for bed”. Harrison sighs “ Aw okay.. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice”. Harrison slips out from under the throw blanket.
You chuckle pushing the blanket off you as well. “Sorry bud. I'm sure your mom will say goodnight when she comes home”. You explain, leading him to the bathroom. Harrison brushes his teeth and changes into his pajamas. He's old enough now that he doesn’t want you to tuck him anymore. “All good bud?” You ask, leaning on his door frame. “Yeah.. I'm okay. Goodnight”. He says sleepily, turning over in his bed. “Goodnight Harrison”. You flick off his room light and close his door behind him.
You make your way down the hall to the kitchen. You walk over to the kettle on the counter and fill it up with some tap water. You flick on the kettle, opening up the cabinet to dig through Cassie's tea stash. The sound of your phone notification draws your attention.
It's from Cassie:
Hey hun im finished I’ll should be home soon
You quickly grab Cassie’s favourite tea, a jasmine tea that she introduced you to another time that you were over. You grab a mug as the kettle clicks off, finishing boiling. You pour the hot water into the mug and drop the tea bag in. You carry your cup of tea back over to the living room. You put the blanket back onto your legs as you let the tea steep for a little bit.
When you finally take your first sip of tea you hear the jingle of keys at the front door. You perk up leaning over to see the door open and Cassie enter. She hangs up her keys and takes off her sweater to drape it over a chair. She makes her way into the living room finally finding you on the couch.
“Hi Cass, Harrison went to bed thirty minutes ago. I told him you might be able to see him when you got home”. A soft look crosses Cassie’s face “How was he tonight?”. Cassie asks, taking a seat on the edge of the couch. “He was good, we had dinner and watched this documentary about animals. He told me he missed you.”
Cassie's smile grows “That sounds like him. I'll go check on him and I need to change out of these scrubs, then I'll grab you your cash one sec!”. Cassie stands up from the couch and sneaks down the hallway to Harrison's room. You take that as an opportunity to make your way to the kitchen, grab another mug and make Cassie her own cup of tea. You carry her mug back to the living room on her coffee table.
After a few minutes Cassie is back in the living room. This time her hair is down and she's in her sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. “I made you some tea, it's jasmine”. You smile, eyes trained on her soft messy hair. “You didn’t have to do that hun”. She smiles, reaching out to pick it up and take a slow sip. “But thank you”.
"You're welcome. Besides, I already had the kettle ready. I was having some after I put Harrison to bed”. You suddenly remember your unattended tea and grab it taking a sip of yours. “How was work?”. You ask, tucking your knee up on the couch. Cassie sighs, leaning further into the couch with her tea “stressful.. But I managed”.
“Yeah I can imagine”. You sympathize, studying her face as she takes another sip settling into the couch. “How are your classes going”. Cassie asks, catching you a little off guard. “It's good, yeah.. Well stressful finals are always a tough time”. You internally cringe at the memory of your last few assignments. “You need to take a break? I can find another sitter till you're done with school”. Cassie suggests with that gentle tone that alone almost makes you agree.
“Oh no.. I'm all good. I have loads of time to finish assignments”. You shake your head, putting Cassie to ease. “Okay good”. Cassie nods. “Harrison wouldn’t want anyone else either”. She chuckles "You're the best, we both think so”. You can help the smile that spreads on your lips. “Well thank you, you guys are my favourite i've ever sat for”.
“That reminds me”. Cassie interjects sitting up a bit further. “Harrison wants to know if you want to come to his basketball game next weekend. I told him you were probably busy with school”. Cassie waves her hand, ready for you to turn it down.
“I’d love to come. I'm not doing anything next weekend”. You quickly agree. “It's so sweet that he thought of me”. “Oh I wasn’t lying when I said that you're the best. He talks about you all the time”. You preen a little. “Well that makes me really happy, he's a great kid. You do really great with him”.
You can see the flicker in Cassie's eyes as she smiles. “ Thank you hun, I do my best”. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence before Cassie speaks up again. “What time is it? Oh gosh im keeping you so late” Cassie sits up off the couch, grabbing the cash she left on the table and handing it to you. “Yes of course”. You pull off the couch as well and pull out your phone. You're greeted by a text from your roommate.
“Ugh, are you serious?”. You sigh. “What's wrong?”. Cassie inquires, stepping closer to you in concern. “My stupid roommate is asking if I can be out of the dorm so she can hookup with this guy she met tonight. This is the third time”. You groan, already trying to come up with a place to crash for the night.
“You could just sleep here hun”. Cassie suggests, like it means absolutely nothing. It catches you off guard. “No.. I couldn’t ask you to do that.. I can crash on my parents couch”. You try to dismiss her but she cuts you off before you can keep talking. “It's no problem really. I have a spare room in the basement, far more comfier than a couch I promise”. The sincere look in Cassie's eyes makes you falter. You take a few seconds to think before you reluctantly agree.
“Alright. I don’t have school tomorrow so long as it's okay. I just don’t have a change of clothes or anything”. You add, even after agreeing you can’t help but try to poke holes in this plan.“I can put on a load of laundry and I have a spare shirt and shorts you could wear. The spare bathroom has a toothbrush and a shower if you need”. Cassie offers, like it's the most normal thing. The idea alone of wearing Cassie’s clothes makes you agree.
“Okay let me set you up downstairs”. Cassie says, leading you past her kitchen and down the stairs. You’ve been in her basement a few times to grab something that Harrison needed or to toss something in the washer. You follow her down stairs and past the laundry room to the bedroom. Inside is a little bedroom with a simple bed and nightstand. “Okay… the bathroom is right next door, I will go grab you something to sleep in”. She smiles, placing her hand on your shoulder to give it a little squeeze. She leaves you alone and you place your backpack that you brought to the house with you next to the bed. You take a seat on the edge of the bed and just stare blankly at the wall, left alone with your thoughts.
You don’t even realize that time has passed until you're broken out of your own mind when Cassie places an old band tee and shorts in your lap. “I hope this is good hun”. She smiles, taking a step back. You blink looking down at the soft worn shirt. “Yeah… Thank you Cassie. I’ll just…change”.
“Oh yes… I’ll be outside and when you’re done I can put your clothes in the wash”. Cassie explains, as she makes her way out of the room,closing the door behind her, leaving you alone again. You unfold the tee to see that it's an Alanis Morissette concert t-shirt. You slip off your own shirt and put on Cassie’s, making a note to ask her about it. You take off your bottoms next and put on Cassie's shorts, they're soft as well, perhaps a pair of old pajamas.
You gather your old clothes and open the bedroom door to find Cassie standing in the hall waiting. Her eyes widen in surprise as the door opens and her eyes flick down to you in her clothes. A grin passes past her lips. “Looks good on you” she comments, reaching to take your clothes. She turns back toward the laundry room, tossing your garments in the washer. You follow her despite not needing to. “Thanks again Cassie, I appreciate it”. You smile softly, the domesticity of the situation not escaping you.
“You're welcome, we should really get to bed though.. I'm sure you're tired”. Cassie nods, already moving past you to step back into the hall. You move with her as well. “Yeah.. goodnight Cas”.
“Goodnight”. Cassie responds, turning off the lights in the hallway. You turn on your heel, closing the bedroom door behind you. It takes a lot longer than you thought it would to fall asleep, despite how tired you are.
When you do wake up you almost forget that you're not in your dorm room. The morning light is starting to filter through the little window. You check the time on your phone and it's much later than you expected. You slip out of the little bed, shivering at the cold basement floor. You make your way back upstairs into Cassie’s kitchen.
You step into the sunlight filled kitchen and you're greeted by the sight of Cassie standing in the kitchen, however she's not in her scrubs. She's standing over by her stove cooking what seems to be eggs. She hears you approaching and she turns over her shoulder. “Hey sleepyhead, I was wondering when you’d get up”. She grins, clearly amused at your slightly messy appearance, still dressed in her clothes. “Yeah sorry I.. must have not set my alarm. I was tired last night”. You rub the sleep out of your eyes, feeling a little naked under her gaze. “It's alright hun. I was just teasing. It's all good. I already drove Harrison to school, it's my day off”. Cassie shrugs, sparing the stove a glance to flip over the egg.
“Oh right.. Gosh you should be relaxing on your day off and i'm here”. You cringe but Cassie doesn’t give you much time to worry. “Hey.. it's okay really. Do I look like I'm stressed out hun? How do you like your eggs?”. Cassie moves toward her fridge grabbing the eye carton and gesturing to it.
“My eggs?”. You raise an eyebrow. “I'm cooking eggs. Do you want one? The pan is already hot”. Cassie grabs an egg. “Oh sure, over easy please”. You sigh, deciding to just let her make you breakfast. Cassie smiles “ Alright coming right up”. Cassie grins, turning her attention away from you and back to her stove. She cracks the egg on the pan and drops the egg shells into her trashcan. You stand there awkwardly still dressed in the pajamas. “Your clothes are on top of the dryer they came out with this morning, breakfast should be ready when you come back”. Cassie explains, grabbing the pan by the handle to give the egg a little wiggle.
You make your way back downstairs and find your clothes neatly folded on the dryer. You change back into your clothes that you came in yesterday with. You fix your hair a little bit and end up brushing your teeth in the downstairs bathroom before you head back upstairs.
You come back into the kitchen and find Cassie sitting at her kitchen table already eating her own egg. Your breakfast is on a plate across the table from her. You sit down picking up the fork also nicely placed next to it. “Thanks Cass, just how I like them”. You smile cutting into the running egg. “Ive perfected the messy egg, it's the only way Harrison will eat it”. Cassie chuckles to herself.
“ It's great Cass thank you. I really can’t thank you enough for letting me stay and making me breakfast”. You take a second to stop eating to yet again express your gratitude. She waves you off again “ It's okay really, you don’t need to keep thanking me. You do enough for me and Harrison. Staying late and coming in on days that I need you. It's the least I can do”. Cassie has already finished her breakfast. She stands up, placing her plate in the sink before returning to her spot across from you.
“ That reminds me. The pajama shirt you gave me last night. Did you get the shirt at a concert? Did you go to see Alanis Morsette”. You ask, genuinely curious to hear about Cassie’s younger years. She stops for a second and you can see her eyes narrow before she dryly chuckles. “ I actually did it many years ago”. Cassie nods, trying to recall more. “It was either ‘97 or ‘98. Were you at one of them?”. Cassie asks. That makes you giggle, already shaking your head. “It would be hard because I wasn’t alive”. You catch the surprised look in Cassie’s before she laughs as well.
“That's right.. Gosh sometimes I forget you're so young”. Cassie sighs, shaking her head. “Yeah I wasn’t born in the 1900’s”. You bite, your lip trying to hold back your giggles as Cassie’s head whips around to you. “Hey.. maybe people are right about Gen Z, absolutely rude”. Cassie scolds playfully.
“Im just teasing … you’re not old. I think you look beautiful”. You say, coming out much softer than you intended. Cassie stops, the playful smile being replaced by something you can’t quite place. But as quickly as it came, it went away. “Why don’t you help me with these dishes huh? And maybe I’ll forgive you”. Cassie motions for you to stand up and you grab your plate and bring it over to the sink.
She starts with turning on the warm water and grabbing the dish soaps. She washes the first plate, handing it over to you so you can dry it. You both wash the first few dishes in silence, sneaking glances every so often at her. “Can I ask you a question Cassie?”. You say, placing down a dish after you dry it off. Cassie hums before she glances over “Yeah sure”.
“Have you been with anyone after Chad?”.
“Oh… No, with med school and my job I haven’t really had the time or energy to go on dates. I’ve been thinking of trying again”. Cassie finishes with the dishes, turning off the water. “That's good”. You smile, hanging the drying towel off the handle of her cabinets.
“How was your date last week?”. Cassie asks, and it catches you off guard. You don’t remember telling her about your date. “My date? Did I tell you about it?”.
“Oh sorry. Right, I forgot to say Harrison told me”.
The realization hits you and you remember last week when you were babysitting. Harrison was asking who you were texting and you ended up just telling him about your upcoming date.
“Oh right yeah… It was fine. We really didn’t click. Hard to find what I need I guess”. You shrug. “She just didn’t make me feel how I thought I would… I don’t know. I just want to find my person and just stop dating around. It's exhausting”.
Cassie nods. “I can understand that. At my age I don’t think I have the patience or the time”.
“Im sure you’ll find your person one day. They’ll be lucky to have you”. You smile at Cassie.
“That's very sweet hun”. Cassie smiles as well and you get a sudden boost of confidence. “You know… I’ve had my eye on someone special for a little while now”. You confess, as you run your finger along the counter in front of you.
“Thats great, what are they like?”. Cassie asks, turning her attention to face you as she raises her eyebrow. “Well she's nice, really nice. Even after she's had a long day she still makes time to talk with me”. You start to explain that burst of confidence slightly diminishing as Cassie doesn’t break eye contact.
“What else?”. Cassie continues to stare directly into your soul as you grow more and more nervous. “Well she’s older than me. And she has a kid”. You add and Cassie nods, crossing her arms. “Why haven’t you told this"person " then".
“Well I guess I just don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I don’t even know if she likes women”. You shrug, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible but it's getting harder. “You haven’t even asked…I think you should just tell her”. Cassie takes a step closer to you.
The room goes silent and you and Cassie just stare at one another. “I like you… and I know what you're going to say but I’ve thought about this for a while and I can’t keep it to myself I just needed to tell you and I'm sorry”. You let out a sigh, feeling somehow lighter to get that off your chest.
“Why would you be sorry?”. Cassie asks softly, reaching up to tilt your chin up so you're looking at her again. You stumble over your words, confused as to why she hasn’t fired you yet. “Because … I-I babysit your kid…I'm younger than you!”. You exclaim, but Cassie’s calm expression brings you back.
“Can I try something real quick?”. Cassie steps even closer to her hand finding the side of your jaw. You nod, eyes not leaving hers as she leans closer and presses a kiss to your lips. When your lips meet you almost freeze up out of surprise. The surprise is quickly overcome by the need to kiss her back.
You press your lips against hers and your hand finds the back of her head. Cassie’s other hand finds the other side of your jaw. She tilts her head a little, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds you both pull away. You blink your eyes open and you're met with Cassie's eyes looking back at you.Cassie smiles, the hand still on your cheek, rubbing little circles.
“You good?”. Cassie whispers.
“Yeah. better than good”. You smile back.
“Hey I know this is… different for both of us but how about we go get some coffee and we can talk about it okay?”. Cassie reaches down to grab ahold of your hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. You press a gentle kiss to Cassie's cheek before she tugs you out of her kitchen to her front door.
“You came!”. Your head shoots up as Harrison runs toward you to give you a hug. You laugh as he almost knocks you over with how fast he rushed into you. “Of course I came bud, I couldn’t miss you guys winning”. You reach down to ruffle his hair.
He giggles ducking away from your hand as he pulls back from the hug. You notice that Cassie has wandered over, at a much slower pace than Harrison. You meet Cassie's eyes and the knowing smirk on her face, makes your heart race a little.
“Go warm up with your team, good luck”. Cassie smiles, kissing Harrison on the forehead as he rushes away as quickly as he came. “Thanks for coming, he's been talking about this since you agreed”. Cassie says as she leads you to the spot on the bleachers. “No problem baby”. You shoot her a little sideways glance before continuing. “I'm happy to come and watch and spend time with you and Harrison”. You smile and scoot closer to Cassie, taking her hand in yours. The referee finally started the game as Cassie pulled your hand up to kiss your hand.
Characters I will write for: Trinity santos, Victoria Javadi, Samara Mohan, Cassie McKay and maybe all of the women really if I have a good enough idea but for right now I only have ideas for these 4.
Trinity santos :
Picasso ( art student x Trinity , university au)
First day ( hurt comfort, girlfriend reader)
Cassie McKay:
All I really want ( babysitter reader x Cassie, age gap)
Hurt comfort, Whitaker makes a little appearance, implied talk about self harm but it’s never flat out said. Panic attacks
Summary: after your girlfriend’s first day at the Pitt you can’t wait to see her when she gets home. Or Trinity is so exhausted after her first shift she can’t help but break down.
An: hello again! My second trinity fic yay! I just thought the idea of like her coming home and also bringing Whitaker was fun. I’m sure it’s been done but I have my own little spin. I really want to see Trinity comforted after her first day. Also I hope the panic attack was accurate I did my best. And I can finally finish watching season 2 this week so I should be done soon so again PLEASE NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2. thank you ❤️❤️
Word count rounded: 1.8k
The last few texts you had sent Trinity have been delivered for a while. You knew that her twelve hour shift would be longer than that but after two hours you started to get antsy. You planned to start making dinner when she let you know she was coming home. The clock had passed ten and you pulled out your phone yet again, hoping you missed a text but nothing had come through.
You were just about to call Trinity when you heard the familiar jingle of Trinity's keys in the front door. You instantly cross the apartment and stand a few feet away from the door as it swings open revealing her.
Trinity's hair is down and she's wrapped up in her favourite worn sweater. Her face is tired and you can tell it's been a long day. Her eyes seem to lighten when she sees you. You rush forward wrapping your arms around her, almost knocking her over in the process. She holds you back allowing herself to melt into your arms. “Hey, you didn’t answer my text, I heard about Pittfest on the news. Is everything okay?”. You ramble quickly pulling back to gently cup her face. You can see Trinity's realization that she's been unreachable for more than a few hours now. “I'm sorry baby.. We had so many shooting victims it took us hours to help them all”.
“Right.. I'm sorry I just got worried and dinner isn't made either. I didn't want to make it too early and let it go cold if you came home late”. You cringe, already imagining how exhausted and hungry she is. “Hey don’t worry we can order something… im sorry for not texting I was um .. a little busy”. Trinity finally nods over her shoulder and that's when you first notice the unfamiliar stranger standing in your apartment doorway.
He’s awkwardly standing on the carpet clutching a backpack and a few other things. He clears his throat before speaking “Uh sorry.. I'm Dennis”. He waves awkwardly, releasing Trinity hadn’t briefed you yet. “Yes sorry baby. Me and Huckleberry both started working together today. He needed a place to stay for a bit and I told him we would let him stay in the guest bedroom”. Trinity explains, she already pulled back from the hug but her left arm is around your waist. “I'm sorry I should have asked you first”.
“No no it's okay”. You smile, stepping away from Trinity to approach Whitaker and shake his hand. You also shut the door behind him. “It's nice to meet you Dennis, It's all good really, me and Trin don’t use the spare room. You're welcome to stay for as long as you need”.
“Thank you, I promise I won’t be loud and I can help around the house”. Whitaker says, the nervous look in his eyes hadn’t quite left. “ Of course, Well um I don’t have dinner ready yet but I can order something for all of us and get it delivered”. You turn and start leading both of them out of the entrance. “What do you like Dennis?”. You ask over your shoulder as he places down his duffle bag.
“Oh.. I’ll eat whatever you two want to order really, I'm not picky”. Whitaker shrugs. “Hmm well we both really like this Thai place. It's only a few blocks from the apartment. It's so good I'm sure you’ll love it”. Dennis smiles nodding “yeah sounds good”.
“Well why don’t you go unpack in your room and me and Trin can order some food”. You reach for your phone already pulling out your phone to pull up the menu. Whitaker nods and heads down the hall.
You finally turn to Trinity smiling and pulling her into a hug. “Long day huh”. You whisper, rubbing a comforting hand up and down her back. Trinity sighs already melting into your touch. “You don’t even want to know babe.. I couldn’t just let him sleep in the hospital after the day we had”. Trinity lets out an even deeper sigh of exhaustion showing in her features.
“I understand, I really don’t mind.. He seems nice, kind of skittish but after the day you two had I can’t blame him. You’re so sweet Trin”. You smile, cupping her face to press a kiss to her cheeks and then her lips. Trinity rolls her eyes but you know she's not truly annoyed with your comment. “Yes yes im perfect”. Trinity gloats, but you can see the soft look in her eyes. You give her a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.
“How about you go have a shower ? And the food will be here when you're done, okay?” You smile as her face twists into a playful scowl. “Are you saying that I smell?”. Trinity shrugs off her sweater, draping it over the couch. “Yes you smell like a hospital please go shower”. You grin as she dramatically rolls her eyes and goes to walk towards the bathroom. Not before she sneaks another kiss on your cheek.
When Trinity gets out of the shower you’re already waiting on the couch with the food. You offered Whitaker a spot on the couch but he politely declined, opting to eat in his room instead which didn't bother you. You and Trinity eat dinner in a comfortable silence. You don’t pry about Trinity's day because despite the comfy clothes she is dressed in you can see the tension still lingering in her shoulders. After dinner is finished you and Trinity drag yourselves to bed. The two of you settle into bed. Trinity reaches out and shuts off the bedside lamp.
You scoot closer to her reaching out to pull Trinity into your arms. She rolls over onto her stomach, her head gently tucked into your shoulder. You wrap your arm around her and her hand sneaks under your sleep shirt resting on your stomach. You both settle into a comfortable silence but you can’t help but whisper. “Are you okay Trin, you don’t have to talk about work unless you want to”. Your hand reaches up to run through her messy hair.
You can feel Trinity stiffen just a little before she nuzzles her face further into your neck. “It was a rough first day”. Trinity mumbles, her grip tightening. Your hand that was in her hair moves down to her back. You rub continuous circles down her spine. “I'm sorry baby, I can’t even imagine what you had to see and go through today”. There's a long silence before you hear sniffles from beside you. Your heart aches as you feel Trinity's warm wet tears on your shoulder. You reach over, flicking on the lamp and turning to see your girlfriend's tear filled eyes.
You cup her face in your hands, gently wiping the tears falling from her eyes. She squeezes her eyes shut and a few more tears fall down her cheeks. She tries to take a breath but it comes out more like a choked sob. “Hey im here.. You’re safe I promise”. You whisper softly, not breaking eye contact. You sit up fully pulling her into a hug. Trinity clings to you, her hands gripping your shoulders particularly hard. You hold her close to yourself, not squeezing too tight but enough to keep her grounded.
You can feel her hand curl in your sleep shirt as she presses her face further into your shoulder. Your one hand moves up to hold the back of her head while your other one rubs up and down her back in slow motions. Despite Trinity's persistent grip on your shirt her shuddering breaths are somehow growing more rapid.
You pull back a little and Trinity looks up at you, now realizing that she's having a panic attack. You react instantly, taking her hands in yours. “Hey.. you’re safe.. Im here .. im not going anywhere okay?”. You give her hands a reassuring squeeze. Trinity goes to take a breath but it comes out like a gasp for air.
“Lets just take a deep breath.. In and out”. You instruct and you can feel Trinity's grip on your hand tighten as she focuses and manages a shaky breath, not breaking eye contact. “Good.. just like that baby.. One more okay?’. You demonstrate a long deep breath again and she does as well. You continue this ritual as many times as it takes for her shoulders to drop.
You both just sit in a comfortable silence and Trinity wipes her final tear from her cheek. Her hair is messy and clinging to parts of her cheeks. Her eyes are red and wet when she looks up at you. You silently motion for her to climb back into your arms. She sniffles before cuddling back into your arms. Your left arm is around her and she's curled into your chest. Trinity drapes her arm over your stomach. You decide that a few minutes of silence is what is best for her.
You lean down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead and she physically leans further into it. After a few more minutes in comforting silence you speak up. “You ok baby?”. You whisper softly to keep the soft feeling. She nods against your chest. “Did you?” You begin to ask before Trinity cuts you off. “No”. She says simply, her voice a little horse from the crying.
You nod, reaching out to take her hand and press a kiss to her knuckles. “I know I say it all the time but.. You can always tell me when you feel that way”. “Anytime, anywhere you can always tell me what's bothering you”.
“Even if you don’t want to talk.. I'll still be here okay? I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me Trinity”. You hear her release a breath through her nose and a little smile spread across her lips as she buries her face back into your chest. She turns looking up at you. “There you are” You whisper softly leaning down to kiss her gently, letting her be to one to close the gap. “There’s no one else I would rather be stuck with”. Trinity whispers almost too quietly for you to hear. You can tell that the exhaustion is catching up to her. You reach fully to flick off the lamp and let Trinity settle fully.
“I love you”. You say pressing a kiss, finding her forehead in the dark. Trinity mumbles back a sleepy “love you too”. As she falls asleep safely.
Okay so this isn’t a fully formed idea but I’ve been kind of obsessed with zolita’s hells belles music video and like could you imagine it but with the Pitt ladies
I don’t think I have the skills or time to write something like this but like the music video is just so fucking good.
For anyone who hasn’t seen the music video. It’s about a detective investigating a lesbian cult . It was a place that women were sent to be reformed and when one woman joined she basically took over and created a lesbian cult.
So yeah… I mean I mainly write x reader so I’d obviously make reader the like detective but like I think it would be so fun to make up like why each of the Pitt women are there.
The music video is a country song and I think most of the women are from like the south but I dont know about where the states are because I don’t live there but that doesn’t really matter.
I think my question is and what’s been plaguing my mind is who out of the Pitt women would be the lesbian cult leader
lol I really hope at least one more person on here has seen this music video. But I need to talk about this with someone ….
Please watch it ! I don’t like country music that much but the music video is shot like a movie it’s amazing
Ok I’m writing a new trinity fic not sure when it’s gonna be done but whiatker and santos are roomates from end of season one and onward so they probably drive to work together right? They’re both going to the same place so why not?
Do you think that like they have a shared playlist for when they’re in the car together 😂😂 I could also see Trinity being like nah this is my car we’re playing my music
(Still haven’t finished season 2 im working on it ok….)
University au/ roommates / enemies to lovers / art student reader
Summary: Trinity santos gets on your nerves . If she wasn’t so annoying perhaps you would have noticed your crush on her earlier.
Warnings: I have no clue how med school works, reader gets injured, yelling, probably not medically accurate.
An: hi !! I haven’t wrote in a little and when I tell you the Pitt has inspired me!! I have so many ideas but I’m holding off because I haven’t finished season 2 yet so PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL SEASON 2 for me in only on season 2 ep 5. Also look at the photo I found of trinity’s actress my gosh so cute. But when I do finish season 2 please except for more fics! Especially from Trinity. I bet you guys can figure out what my major is
Word count rounded : 5.3k
Move in day is the first time you meet Trinity Santos. She wasn’t the worst roommate you could have imagined. She just had a special knack for getting under your skin, specifically. She wasn’t messy or loud in fact she spent most of her time either studying or going out with her friends. But when she was in the dorm, her teasing remarks and sarcastic comments just never seemed to end. You refused to swap rooms though because you knew deep down it could be way worse. You might have even admitted to the crush you had on her earlier because behind her pointed remarks and jokes she was genuinely pretty. Trinity however did not make it easy.
You’ve been seated on a stool in front of your current painting project for longer than you'd like to admit. It's the dreaded stage in your assignment where nothing really looks right but it's too late to paint over it and start over. You let out a defeated sigh as you step back grabbing your drink and taking a sip, grimacing at how warm it has gotten. It must have been a few hours old by now. You bring the paint brush to your mouth, chewing on the end of it before plopping back down on your stool and messing with the paint more. This many touch ups can either make it worse or better but at this point you don’t have anything else to do. You're so absorbed, the door to the dorm creaking open and shutting doesn’t even register to you .
“Whacha working on Picasso?” Trinity smirks, peeking over your shoulder. You practically jump out of your skin as you drop your paintbrush and whip around to face her now shit eating grin. “Jeez Trinity, what the fuck” You exclaim, your eyebrows furrowed into annoyance, your beating heart hasn’t fully leavled out yet. Trinity just chuckles to herself “What? You didn’t hear me come in?”. She uncrosses her arms and takes another step closer, her gaze now focused on your painting. You shake your head, turning your attention back to your painting as well. “ I clearly didn’t. You practically gave me a heart attack”. You mumble, loud enough for her to hear.
“ Oh don’t be dramatic Picasso, and hey if you did, im gonna be a doctor some day so im sure I could fix you… if I wanted”. She smirks.
“I’ll pray for any poor soul who has you as their doctor”. You shoot back, perhaps a little too harsh then you originally wanted to.
“Also Picasso?” You ask, turning back to face her.
“Yeah? Picasso. He was a painter, no?” Trinity deadpans, like it's the most obvious thing.
“Yeah he painted, That is practically where our similarities end. Him and Braque were the inventors of cubism. It's nothing like my style”. You explain, not realizing yet that none of it is helping prove your point to her
“Cubism? Picasso painted cubes? What a boring fucking dude”. Trinity says, scoffing. You let out an exasperated sigh “No.. thats. That's not what cubism means. Cubism is-”
“Yeah whatever ” Trinity jumps in, cutting you off. “ Art isn't my thing, okay? But everyone knows Picasso. If I knew more artists I’d just call you one of those so be grateful right?”. You sigh, mentally rolling your eyes .
“What are you working on anyways?” Trinity observes, moving to stand next to you instead of behind you. You turn your head, waiting for the mocking punchline but it doesn’t come. Trinity turns to face you, her face neutral, not teasing or even smug. “Well, it's the latest project in my painting class. It's a colour mixing assignment, we already did a portrait in black and white, this one is in colour. I just can’t seem to get my skin colour right”. You sigh, picking up your palette to mix a slightly different shade to try but it still isn’t right.
Trinity doesn’t say anything yet, not that you would expect constructive advice from a med student. She is almost silent for an alarming amount of time which is uncommon for the quick witted woman. Before you put the canvas back on your easel she finally speaks up.
“I don’t know Picasso, I'm not a painter but I think you need to stop worrying. I mean it looks like you right? Maybe you just need to sleep on it”. She says finally stepping away from you and into your shared bathroom and soon you hear the shower flick on. The words stick with you longer than you thought they would. You ended up sealing your palette away in a ziplock bag, listening to Trinity’s advice and going to bed early.
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The night before your assignment is due you finally finished it. It didn’t even take that long to adjust the colour and fix the things that were bothering you. By time the sun was starting to set you had both of the portraits hung up with push pins. You stood back, hands on your hips practically beaming. It had finally come together just in time for your critic. There practically wasn’t anything that could bring down your mood right now.
“What's going on here Van Gogh ?”. Trinity cuts in, slinging a lazy arm over your shoulder. “Van Gogh? You had to search that one up right?”. You tease back, taking her arm off your shoulder. “Well duh.. I'm not some art nerd. I just searched up painters he painted the Mona Lisa” Trinity says, like she's somehow proud of herself for knowing that despite calling you an art nerd. “I just wanted to up my nickname game, the Mona Lisa is like a painting of a person and your painting a person. Nah you know? It doesn’t really roll off the tongue quite like Picasso”.
The idea of her searching up artists is almost sweet if it wasn’t for better mocking you.
“Sure…well I took your advice. I stopped messing with it and just went to bed. I finally finished im not even gonna comment on whatever that was”. You laugh to yourself, referencing Trinity's artist study session.
Trinity doesn’t respond, instead she studies the two paintings on your side of the dorm wall. Her eyes track over your colour portrait and then over at your face. She does a few quick glances comparing. “Damm Picasso, that pretty fucking good”. Trinity says, with a sincerity that surprises you. “Thanks..”. You hesitated to just accept a compliment from her but you decided not to tease her about it.
“You know it really does look like you.. It's impressive.. For art of course”. She adds, trying to sound nonchalant almost like she also realized how nice she was being. “Thanks Trinity”. You say again much softer than you intended. That gets her to look at you, and for a second you both just look at each other. You can feel your face heat up and you almost catch Trinity's blush before she clears her throat and you both turn away, avoiding each other's eyes.
“Oh um.. I should… I have my critic tomorrow.. I should go to bed”. You stumble over your words as you pull your portraits off the wall and pack up your supplies. “Uh yeah I have .. uh I need to sleep too.. I Got uh … goodnight “. Trinity mumbles quickly, also gathering up her stuff and flicking off the lamp beside her bed. You climb into your bed as well and flick off your lamp but not before you sneak one last glance at Trinity.
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By the time you drag yourself back to your dorm after your critic, you're a mess. You're trying to hold back tears as you drag your supplies in through the door. And perhaps the worst possible sight is Trinity on her bed with her laptop out. You quickly rub your eyes and make your way to your side of the room throwing down your bag and that catches her attention.
“Bad day Picasso?”. Trinity teases lazily, not even looking up from her laptop. “It's nothing okay, just leave me alone” You mumble sitting down on your bed and digging through your bag hoping to avoid her eyes. “You sure..? You seem pretty angry which isn’t usual for you”. Trinity pushes further and you can feel the heat rising in your gut. “I said I'm fine”. You say firmly, about to reach your limit with her. You slide off your bed and grab your glass of water perched on your desk, taking a sip to hopefully calm the growing heat in your face.“ Whatever you say Picasso”. Trinity says with that stupid smirk that is more irritating than ever.
“Just shut up!! I can’t think when you're around me because you never stop talking!”. You shout, losing your composure and breaking down. Trinity startled by your outburst, shocked that you even had it in you to yell at her. “ So just leave me alone!”. You yell again, a little more defeated than you hoped for. You slam the empty glass down on your desk, much harder than intended and the next thing you hear is it shattering in your hand.
You and Trinity both flinch and the room goes silent. The adrenaline rushing through you helps you ignore the pain but what you can ignore is the blood rushing from your palm.
“Fuck” You curse, your voice shaky and trembling and you clutch your hand. You barely hear Trinity cross the room as she grabs a little cloth from your painting set up. She grabs your hand, wrapping it up instantly, putting pressure on it. She sits you down on the edge of your bed as she keeps steady pressure, her eyes trained on your hand. You wince as the blooming pain in your hand and Trinity mumbles a quick “Sorry”.
You breathe in a deep shuddering breath as you look up at Trinity's quiet concentration. “Im gonna pull back the cloth and make sure there is no glass in your cut okay?”. Trinity's voice is soft and comforting and you nod. Trinity slowly pulls back the cloth, the blood isn’t flowing as quick as it was before and she pokes around careful not to hurt you. She wraps back up your hand, resuming pressure.
“I have good news, there is no glass in your cut, and it's not deep enough for stitches”. Trinity takes your own hand placing it on the cloth to hold it. “One sec.. Hold pressure”. Trinity says firmly as she gets up from her stop in front of you and digs through a little bag tucked into her night stand.
“For cuts that are too big for bandaids and too small for stitches you can close it up with super glue”. Trinity explains grabbing her little personal med kit and pulling up your stool to sit in front of you. “You’re gonna put glue in my cut?” You sniff your voice is much steadier now with the comfort that you don’t need to go to the hospital. “Yeah. Super glue is best for a cut like yours, it will naturally flake off after a few days. Your hand just needs something to hold the skin together so it can heel properly”. Trinity pulls back the cloth pulling out a disinfecting wipe to clean the blood off your hand. You wince again instinctively pulling back your hand. “Sorry.. Sorry it's gonna sting a little”. Trinity gently takes your hand back and wipes much slower avoiding making direct contact with your wound.
For the next few minutes the both of you are basically silent, beside your shaky breaths that haven't quite evened out. “Okay you're all clean im gonna put some glue on there and hold it tight while it hardens and then im going to wrap your hand.. All good?”. Trinity asks, tearing her gaze away from your hand to look you in the eyes. Your eyes meet hers and you nod.
Trinity is deliberate and cautious as she uses the glue on your hand slowly. She pinches the skin gently and you both sit there waiting for it to dry. After it dries she pulls back and inspects the skin around it before grabbing a wrap bandage for your hand.
As Trinity starts her first wrap she lets out a sigh. “Listen, I'm sorry about earlier.. I shouldn’t have bugged you so bad. You were clearly upset”. Trinity apologizes, making another pull around your hand. “It's ok .. really It's not a hundred percent your fault. I was worked up after a critic and yeah you were bugging me”. You chuckle softly and make Trinity crack a smile for the first time in a while.
“Yeah, bugging people is kind of my thing. I'm sorry I was an asshole to you” Trinity finishes the last few wraps clipping off your bandage. “I know you have no reason to want to be around me but do you wanna talk about it?”. Trinity asks, resting her elbows on her knees as your eyes meet.
“Okay um.. Well my painting critic was today and I was going fine really. But there’s this girl in my class and honestly I feel like she hates me. When we do critics my professor does most of the talking but she also leans on the students to give constructive feedback. And this girl just had nothing nice to say.. She called me a beginner and she was just making fun of my style and brushwork. It was humiliating and I just felt so stupid because.. Maybe she is right”. You sigh, pushing your hands to your face.
“What a bitch”. Trinity says bluntly.
“Listen Picasso, I know my ideas aren't very helpful for you but it sounds like she is jealous of your talent”. Trinity says, with a soft smile you haven't really seen from her.
“Jealous?” You question, brows twisting into confusion. “Why would she be jealous of me?”.
“Because you are amazing with art Picasso. Are you gonna let this bitch tell you how good you are? I think she is jealous of your talent and she is trying to bring you down the best way she can. But you're not gonna let her, okay?”. Trinity states firmly.
“You really mean that? You think I'm talented?”. You question, a little confused at the sudden non hostility from her. “I think you're very talented, okay? Not many people can do what you do so own it and hey if you need it I know the most deadly place to cut someone”. Trinity says, with that silly cryptic tone and it makes you giggle.
“I'll keep that in mind”. You say shaking your head with a fond smile on your face. You take a second to study Trinity's face taking a deep breath before you speak again. “Thank you Trinity’. You say suddenly becoming nervous to make eye contact with her. “Really .. It means a lot to me and I accept your apology. I can’t say that I was a complete bystander in our passive aggressiveness”. You rub the back of your neck aware of how childish your little feud really was.
“I don’t mean what I said the other day”. You say this time looking Trinity directly in the face. “I think you're going to be a great doctor”. You smile and extend your non-wrapped hand for her to shake. “Why don't we start over right? Friends?”. You raise your eyebrow.“Yeah… friends”. Trinity echos you and grabs your hand giving it a firm shake.
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It's been a week since your glass accident and after dressing changes and a very uncomfortable painting time, your cut has finally healed enough to take off the bandage. You're back in the same spot you were when Trinity was first patching you up, this time however she is unwrapping it. You insisted you could do it on her own but she wanted to make sure that it had healed properly.
“How does it look?” You ask tilting your head to see under the bandage wrap and Trinity gets it all off and tosses it in the nearby trash can. “ It looks like you're fully healed , no infection. You’ll have a cool ass scart though”. Trinity grins, tilting your hand in her grasp before running her finger along your scar.
“Thanks.. Dr.Santos ”. You tease with a smile as you pull your hand toward yourself and inspect it yourself. “You know I'm not a doctor right? Not yet at least”. Trinity says, nudging your thigh as she stands up and places your stool back over by your desk. “Well when you do become a doctor I will give you a great rating”. You tease and she rolls her eyes playfully. “Im sure a rating from the very legendary Picasso will do wonders for a career”. Trinity wiggles her eyebrows still very clearly amused by the nickname she came up with ages ago.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?”. You ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.
“Tommrow? Hmm no I don’t think so. Why?”. Trinity questions, crossing the room to plop down on her bed. “Oh no reason really”. You immediately brush it off. “I just wondered if you wanted to hang out or something”.
The huge, teasing grin on Trinity's face is exactly what you didn’t want to see after you looked up. “Hang out huh?” Trinity teases, wiggling her eyebrows. “Not like that I just.. We got off on the wrong foot and now we're friends right? So… we could like to go to the thrift store or something? Do you like to thrift?”. You decide to sit down next to Trinity to really bring home the casualness of your proposal.
“Yeah I do actually, there's this one downtown I've been wanting to check out. We could go together, Picasso. Tomorrow works for me”. Trinity shrugs, also trying to keep that casual tone that she manages much better than you do.
“Yeah tomorrow .. sounds good, goodnight Trinity”. You exclaim as you hop off her bed and scamper over to your bed slipping under the covers before she can tease you again.
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“Okay… what do you think of this?” You ask as you appear next to Trinity’s left side. She's been digging through one clothing rack for a while now. She turns her attention away from the clothes to you. “I think it's cute.. Maybe not your colour though”. Trinity quirks her eyebrow, taking the piece from you and turning it around in her hands. “Oh c’mon. I'm gonna try it on. At least tell me what you think about it?”. You plead and Trinity sighs and follows you to the change room across the store.
You step inside and slip off what you were wearing. You play with the edge of it, staring at yourself in the mirror as you think. “Hey Picasso, let me see, that's why I'm here right?” Trinity remarks from outside the change room. You can already picture her standing outside with her arms crossed, tapping her foot.
You sigh and slide open the curtain, you take a little step out so she can see better. “ So.. what do you think.. I don’t know, maybe you're right. I don't know if it's my colour. It's my size though, it fits me”. You cut off your own rambling when you finally look up and find Trinity Santos for the first time since you’ve known her speechless.
Her jaw is slightly slack and her eyes are trained on you. They wander in a way that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, just vulnerable from her insane gaze. You stare at her for almost as long as she stares at you before you speak up.
“Trinity!” You exclaim, snapping her out of her trance. “What? Oh it's great you look um… great”. Trinity stumbles out her words as she shakes her head like she's physically shaking the image out of her mind. “ Are you sure? “ You question tilting your head a bit “You were just kind of staring at me I thought you hated it or something”. You let out a nervous chuckle and Trinity instantly steps closer shaking her head. “No no it's great yeah I was just I don’t know what came over me. You should get it really”. Trinity doubles down rubbing the back of her neck but she keeps her eye trained on you.
“Sure, just give me a second I'll change back”. You disappear back into the change room and when you slip back out Trinity is waiting for you. “So wanna keep looking?”. She asks, nodding her head toward the full racks. “Yeah we gotta find something for you now!” You grin , grabbing her by the hand and tugging her further down an aisle.
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Ever since that thrifting trip you’ve found yourself catching Trinity's gaze more often. That dazed look in her eyes never really left your head. Perhaps it was the fact that you both hadn’t been at each other's throats for over a month now but you've started to notice just how pretty Trinity was.
How little strands of hair would fall out of her ponytail after she would come back after a long shift. How her perfect smile was much more enjoyable when she was laughing with you instead of at you. How you could sit for hours and just let her talk about the patients and things she was learning even if you didn’t understand a word. Little did you know she has been doing some learning about your major as well.
The semester was nearing an end for you and you were wrapping up your final project. Your dorm had become your painting studio for the day. Your easel was set up near the window so you got a little bit of sunlight at least. You had on your big headphones to block out all other distractions from getting this project done.
The painting was coming along just like you had imagined it in your head. In fact despite the headphones you perked up when Trinity entered your dorm because you couldn’t wait to show her.
“Hey Picasso…I came to see the master at work and bring you a coffee because I know you're not leaving this room today”. Trinity grins crossing the room and passing you the coffee. You gasp tugging off your headphones. “ Thanks so much Trinity!”. You beam, taking a long sip and exhaling “Yes of course.. I know I'm amazing". Trinity grins back, stepping beside you to finally see what you’re working on.
“Oh I like this one, it's very um abstract?”. Trinity notes, very pleased with herself. “Oh yeah, that was part of the assignment. It was mainly abstraction based but my professor wanted us to focus on styles we don't use often. I wanted to focus on organic natural shapes”. You smile, explaining your whole process as Trinity nods along.
“Good job Georgia O Keefe”. Trinity says with that soft teasing tone.
That one gets you to full stop and turn to face her. “Gerogia O Keefe? How do you even know who that is?”. Trinity bites her lip fighting back a smile at your very amusing surprised face.
“Perhaps I did my own little research. But you get what I mean right ? Organic, natural shapes. Listen, I was intrigued by the vagina flowers. What's more organic than that”. Trinity jokes and you roll your eyes not giving her the satisfaction of a giggle.
“For real though. You really searched up artists just because?” You question and Trinity's teasing grin fades into something more sincere.
“You always listen to what I do and so do I but I don’t know all that much about artists or stuff like that so I thought I’d.. I don’t know how to do some research … learn what you like. Is that weird?” Trinity says softly, suddenly feeling embraced under your gaze.
“No, it's really sweet actually”. You smile and suddenly that blooming feeling in your chest is back.
“Yeah whatever Picasso”. She teases playfully, nudging your shoulder to try and hide her own blush. Your grin grows at her blush that you so rarely see. “C’mon Trinity.. Just admit it, you like hanging out with me so much that you did art research”. You grin, reaching out and poke her on the cheek. Trinity shakes her head, twisting to avoid your finger.
“Hey, get out of here!”. Trinity chuckles, grabbing at your wrist trying to keep you at an arms distance. The both of you giggle as you struggle against each other. You try to pull your wrists out of her grasp and she struggles back. You use the foot you're not standing on to hook behind her leg to try and throw her off balance.
Trinity’s foot slips out under her and she tumbles back but not without taking you with her. You let out a surprised shriek as you land beside her and Trinity wastes no time climbing over you, her hair messy and hanging in her face. She straddles your thighs and wrestles your wrists out and down to the blanket.
The both of you are in a fit of laughter and tangled limbs. “Gotcha!”. Trinity exclaims, pushing you further down. “What are you gonna do now?”. She teases, sticking her tongue out at you. You look up at Trinity and just stare. Despite the precarious position you found yourself in you couldn't help but study her face so up close. Trinity's chest rises and falls as she catches her breath from the wrestling match. You could almost stay there for the rest of the night but Trinity clearing her throat brings you back to reality.
“Hey… you good?” Trinity asks, the smug smirk has disappeared from her face. She lets go of your wrists suddenly aware of her position. “You’re just so pretty”. You say in a hushed whisper as if you hope she doesn’t hear it. Trinity’s breath catches and she freezes. You instantly regret your sudden confession. “I.. I'm sorry I shouldn’t have said that I made you uncomfortable”. You back track, leaning back on your elbows suddenly growing hotter.
“No! … no”. Trinity interrupts, finally scooting off of you and taking your hand in hers. “You just.. Caught me off guard”. Trinity explains, suddenly very aware of your hands and tracing the faint scar that started things.
Trinity lets out a long sigh before she looks up and meets your eyes. “I think you’re pretty too Picasso, and yeah you drive me crazy like eighty percent of the time but you also drive me crazy in different ways”. She grins, that familiar smirk coming back to her.
“You drive me crazy too.. I'm both ways”. You joke and both of you dissolve into laughter. “ I know I said weeks ago that I wanted to be friends with you but I don’t want to just be friends anymore Trinity”. You confess, squeezing her hand that's still holding yours.The soft smile appears on Trinity's face “ You want to be my girlfriend then?”.
“Yes.. Yes! Trinity I would love to”. You grin, wrapping your arms around her neck and burying your face into the crook of her neck. She lets out a surprised noise as she melts into your arms. She wraps her arms around your waist and the two of you just sit together in silence.
You pull back first but Trinity doesn’t let you go. You cup her face, brushing your fingers through her hair. “Can I kiss you?”. You pull your hands back, placing them on her shoulders and she nods, tightening her grip. “Yeah, cm’ere”. Trinity leans in and you take one last breath before pressing her lips to yours.
Her lips are soft as they move against yours. You both pull back a little, your lips parting a little as she chases your lips back. Her hand that is resting on your waist reaches up to cup your face. Her thumb brushes the side of your cheek and you both pull back .
Trinity's eyes meet yours and a genuine smile spreads across her lips. “Hey” Trinity breathed, seemingly studying your face. “Hey” you respond, reaching out to run your fingers through her hair.
“What are you thinking?”. She asks, subconsciously leaning into your touch. “I'm thinking.. That this is the happiest I've been since I met you and you're so very pretty”. You confess leaning forward to kiss the corner of her mouth. You watch as Trinity bites back a smile “Well I think you're really pretty too and it's making it very hard for me to focus”.
“Is it?” You tease, pressing yet another kiss this time to her cheek. Trinity lets out a huffed sigh and cups your face pressing an actual kiss to your lips. Trinity pulls back with an annoyed look on her face. “You’re my girlfriend now..it's rude to tease”. Trinity huffs and it makes you giggle at the furrow in her brows
“Okay alright then how about I make it up to you and we can go out and go on an actual date, like a couple”. You suggest and Trinity's eyes light up. “Yeah um there's this restaurant down the street i’ve been wanting to try we could go there”. Trinity slides off her bed to throw on her favourite sweater. “Let's go then”. You smile , grabbing onto her hand as the two of you walk our hand in hand.
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Finals week had finally come and you spent the week hunched over your stressful final project. Trinity wasn’t any less busy than you were. Every time one of you would come back and finish the other one would be sleeping. You take a little glance down at your phone. It's reaching the time that you’d start packing up but you decided to do a little more work. You were so close but you were so far into it it's hard to pull yourself out of it.
Your heart warms as you hear the familiar creak of the dorm door and you don’t even jump as you feel a familiar pair of arms wrap around you. You relax back into her arms and she leans closer. “ Hey my favourite Picasso”. Trinity purrs, tilting her head to pepper kisses along your cheek. Laughter builds in your throat as you sink back further into her affection. “You’re still awake which is great because I’ve had a long day and I wanted to see you”. Trinity buries her face in your neck.
“Missed you too baby”. You smile, turning your head to give her a kiss “Come cuddle please, any longer and I'm gonna fall asleep standing up”. Trinity whispers, gently tugging you toward her bed.
“Babe I'm covered in paint just let me wash my hands”. You tug yourself in the opposite direction but she tugs back pulling you into her arms. “Noooo Nope”. Trinity mumbles her arms locked around your waist. “Trin , baby”. You pull back but the strength of your girlfriend is practically unmatched.
You sigh, not particularly annoyed with her. “Alright then koala, let's cuddle”. You allow her to tug you down on her bed. Trinity doesn’t even mention the nickname you gave her as gets comfortable. As you lay on your back , Trinity settles herself on your chest and wraps her arms around you.
You smile fondly at the sight of Trinity nuzzling her head to get more comfortable. You crane your neck to give her a kiss on her forehead. Your free hand finds her hair gently playing with it as Trinity succumbs to her sleep deprivation, perfectly safe in your arms.
FINAL REMINDER PLEASE NO SPOILERS I HAVEN’T FINISHED SEASON 2 I was just too excited to write this
This is my girlfriends idea and it’s their birthday so you should go read their fics!!! Because they’re so talented. Thank you for tagging me baby @schrodingerspsycho
Make a new post and share whatever details, hidden meanings, obscure references, foreshadowings, and callbacks you've written that nobody/not enough people have noticed (as far as you know). I know limiting yourself to just one will be near impossible, so please, share as many as you want! And when you're done, tag as many of your writer friends/mutuals/favorite blogs that you can think of (if you want)!
So I actually really over explain when I write fics so I only really have 2.
Okay so in my Natalie fic it’s called “and I love her” the whole point of the fic is Natalie and the reader bonding over their shared interest interest in records and a record player
In that fic Natalie got her record player from her grandpa and one of the albums she had from him was an Elvis Presley one. I got the idea from my own grandfather because he has a big record player that he might give me if he moves and Elvis Presley was my grandmas favourite singer so I can say for certain they had one of the albums.
The only other little detail is in my newest grace x reader fic with Emily. It’s called “family” and in it Emily loves to read. I made one of her favourite books be Matilda because honestly she kind of reminds me of Matilda. The chapter that they are on is actually the real chapter number and name from the actual book. I didn’t wanna just make one up lol
But yeah that’s about it I’m gonna tag some of my favourite writers I hope you do this as well no pressure but my girlfriend did a great job with this idea so I wanna spread it around!
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@augustvandyne @maximoffwitch @mayasaurusss @serqphites and if anyone other writer sees this and wants to do one of their own go for it! I always struggle with remembering people to tag
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