for yolanda, it’s always been about the small gestures. she doesn’t have the words like baran does, so she puts it into actions.
when trinity tries to cut her food with one hand, she’ll reach over and brace whatever she’s eating with her own fork to help. when baran goes through a boat of insomnia and starts drinking an excessive amount of coffee, she watches youtube videos on how to make the best non-caffeinated teas to try to curb the caffeine intake (she’s read the studies about the relationship between caffeine and seizures.) when they’re out at a bar together, she’ll lean across baran’s lap to grab onto trinity’s leg while she leans back to yell something at whitaker, who she forced them to drag along, to make sure she doesn’t fall.
in the winter, she’ll get on her knees in front of either of them to lace up their boots and she’ll pull either of their hands into her pockets to keep them warm when they forget their gloves.
she’ll kiss them and fuck them and love them.
when it was just her and trinity, it worked a little easier, because trinity would avoid words all together. baran came in and desired the words. it came easier for trinity to offer them back than yolanda in the end.
yolanda loves through gestures, not words.
yolanda would change her entire life for the two women, but saying it aloud? there was something about it that made yolanda start to twitch.
it’s trinity who finds the solution for the problem, the brat that she is.
now baran will run her fingers through yolanda’s soaked folds over and over again, ignoring all the whimpers and moans that she unleashes. “uh-uh, you know the rules,” baran would coo, “tell me what i need.”
trinity would sit near her, but not allowed to touch, her fingers instead gripping baran’s arm.
“it’s usually trinity that is the brat,” baran says, rubbing a few firm circles on yolanda’s clit before slidng her fingers back down, back and forth, until yolanda was withering on the bed. “she’ll tell you how good it feels to finally give in and be good.”
trinity nods beside her.
“baran.”
“come on, tell me,” she’d dip her finger into yolanda’s wetness to her first knuckle before pulling out, pulling a moan out of yolanda and trinity as she did so.
“baran, please.”
it takes as long as it takes, baran always tells her afterwards. baran doesn’t mind the time it takes to get her reward.
it’s trinity’s voice that gets baran’s attention away from yolanda, “can i touch her?”
sometimes it’s a yes, most times it’s a no, but now it’s yes and trinity’s hands are pushing down on her hips, keeping her still against baran’s skilled fingers and her mouth is against her chest and it’s enough that it gets yolanda to sing like baran desires.
“i love you, i love you,” she chokes on it, looking at baran, trinity’s fingers digging into her hips as baran smiles down at her with that smile that she’s fallen in love with long before she said it aloud. “please, i love you.” she repeats looking at trinity, who preens.
it’s what baran has been waiting for and she finally gives into yolanda’s begging and fucks her like she means it.
maybe the words take a bit more effort to get there, but in the end, yolanda knows that both of her girls feel her love.
can i be honest? bluntvadi is so important to me right now that i can't genuinely stop myself from thinking about garcia picking on her because, yk, she's mommy's darling girl, her golden child. shamsi can't even be bothered to take anyone as protege because she's too busy prepping her daughter to take on her mantle, and yolanda was intrigued at first—no child of shamsi would've survived this long if she didn't have teeth, so imagine her disappointment when she saw victoria who's too nice and too naive and too soft for surgery.
victoria isn't even worth another look so she snuffs that interest and moves on with her life. then, she hears it—
sarcasm dripping like honey, viscous and unassuming until it's already made its mess. yolanda stops her trek back upstairs and angles herself just right to see javadi's upturned nose and crossed arms, looking so sure of herself in a way that catches yolanda's attention. she doesn't look anything like the naive girl who's running around the ED, trying to prove to mommy that she's a big girl now. no. yolanda knows a brat when she sees one. the fact that trinity is looking at the med student with that amused glint in her eyes, her lips twitching in her attempts to suppress a smirk unfurls the tendrils of yolanda's intrigue again.
trinity meets yolanda's eyes and even with just that fraction of a second, yolanda's sure than trinity knows—yolanda is curious. and what an appetite her curiosity can have.
trio - garsanshimi by Nebelfeuer is a series on Ao3 and each fic on there is sooooo good. They also have a garsantos girlmoms series going on right now that I'm absolutely OBSESSED with.
Double Shift by @birdyqueeen (Barantos) is absolutely adorable.
get over your hill and see (what you find there) by lost_salamander is one of my absolute fav Garsantos fics
The Things We Feel by emmers2k25 is the amazing shared pain AU on Ao3, its like so so good.
unbelievably lesbian pitt one shots by @santos-dreaming has amazing fics (stuff they write in general is amazing tbh, check out their blog). Oh but two of the fics on there are nsfw.
Three goats and a baby? by @readalotopuss I cannot explain how much love I have for this fic, read it and re-read it, an absolute gem (garsantos).
oh oh and @saintfingers parent au on here is just phenomenal!
Stuck in the middle by @itsallyuriagegap is amazing (lowkey all of what they write is really good so check their blog out too)
tell me i'm your liability by Femslash_writer is hurt/comfurt disguised as smut and I kinda love it.
her last summer below deck by @trintrinsantos is an awesome AU!
Slip Of The Tongue by @templecat is Garshimi but also Garsanshimi, in like possibly the hottest way possible (also everytime I see a post or reblog from her on my dash I smile, its amazing stuff, consider checking the blog out too!)
Also anything and everything by @lostamongthefearnes , @blueeyesshyskies , and @black-plant-leg (they literally never miss with their posts)
actually the most delicious emotional second time garshimi smut just came to me last night after working ungodly late and feeling sort of delirious. and unfortunately i cant post it because i want it as part of “the way you love”
it goes, something something yolanda loves rough sex and doesn’t know how to slow down because that feels too vulnerable. something something baran touching her so fucking slowly, talking just demeaning enough to keep yolanda from freaking out and taking back control. figuring out what she likes beneath the power play by taking note of when she gets wetter. when she doesn’t
something something yolanda finally moaning baran’s name for the first time ever and getting immediately so fucking wet. and baran being so fucking smug. say it again. say my name when you cum. and she does, cheeks burning, cunt aching
normalize sexualizing that old woman without having mommy issues. maybe i don't want to be her pet because i'm traumatized. maybe i want to be her pet because she's hot. you ever think of that.
freaky barantos incoming 😵💫😵💫😵💫 AHHHH FOR LONDON PRIDEEEEE
baran fingering trinity in the supply closet on the last shift they ever work together. they’ve spent the morning circling each other in the ED like vultures, waiting, waiting, waiiiiiting to pounce.
suddenly, baran can’t take it anymore, pulling trinity into the closet and spitting onto her fingers, shoving her hand down trinity’s scrub bottoms with no preamble. it’s not a problem. trinity’s been wet all morning.
‘god, trinity…. what you do to me….’
trinity whines and mewls on her fingers as she immediately sets an absolutely brutal pace. baran is wearing medical gloves. trinity rolls her eyes back into her head and tries not to scream.
‘trinity, someone’s going to hear.’
trinity’s trying to be quiet, she is trying, but not hard enough. baran clamps her hand over trinity’s mouth, hissing ‘shut the fuck up trinity, someone will hear you.’
oh my god oh my god baran’s never ever talked to trinity like that before, and definitely not during sex. her clipped tone sets fresh heat roiling through trinity’s bones. shame becomes arousal becomes shame becomes arousal—
baran’s still crooking her fingers over and over and over again, but she pulls her face away from where it’s buried in the crook of trinity’s neck and says: ‘is this okay? that i’m talking to you like this?’
trinity nods desperately, tears welling in her eyes. baran’s hand is still pressed tightly over her mouth, so she can’t talk. please. please. if baran doesn’t talk to her like that again, she’ll die.
‘okay,’ baran says. ‘come for me, baby. be quiet.’
trinity obeys, comes hard and fast all over baran’s fingers, holding her breath as she does so she doesn’t scream. baran pulls her hand out of the scrub bottoms as soon as she’s finished coming, staring clinically for a second at the stringy, sticky mess on her fingers before she peels off the gloves and puts them in the medical bin.
she turns and leaves the room without saying another word, without even looking at trinity, just slips out the door and returns to her patients like nothing ever happened. trinity is left alone in the closet still jerking through the aftershocks of her orgasm, soaked completely through her underwear and in a daze. she’s flushed down to her neck.
Yes I’m thinking of that chain again, the fact that it glitters through Cassie’s scrubs sometimes, or falls out after an intense trauma.
Trinity doesn’t usually stare at other women, especially not her colleagues, but one shift, the light catches on the chain just as Cassie is giving her feedback on their last patient, and then she can’t stop looking at it. Baran and Yolanda notice, of course they do.
The three barely make it to their bedroom, a trail of clothes from the front door left behind; Baran will have to remember to pick those up in the morning before Aftab is dropped off by his dad.
Cassie looked really pretty today, didn’t she mi vida? Yolanda’s sitting behind Trinity, lips barely pressed to her neck as her hands play with her breasts, and with Baran nibbling on her inner thighs, Trinity is unable to let out more than a confused whimper.
Just loved staring at her neck all shift didn’t you, joonam? Baran’s higher now, straddling her thighs, mouth millimetres away from her ear, as one hand reaches towards her hair. Did you wanna kiss it? There's a gentle press of lips on her neck from the other side. Lick it? Yolanda tongue darts out to lick up to the underside of her jaw. Bite it? Both of them simultaneously move to leave symmetrical marks on her neck, the kind that she will surely need to cover with a high neck undershirt tomorrow, but she really doesn’t care about that right now, because whatever is happening is so worth the consequences she’ll face tomorrow.
A sharp pull at her hair brings her back, we didn’t get an answer. And she does try to answer, to tell them that it wasn’t Cassie at all, but there's two fingers rubbing her clit while another two plunge into her cunt, and the only comprehensible word she can say in between the moans and whimpers is chain.
Yolanda pulls out at that, her wet fingers leaving a trail up before they start to roll and twist her nipple, all this just because you wanted some jewellery?
You blush so pretty when you’re embarrassed Joonam. And when Trinity tries to turn her face to the side, hide into Yolanda’s neck, the fingers in her hair tug her face back into view, It’s okay, we’ll buy you a pretty little chain. Yolanda’s fingers finally go back and she curls them inside, You can come now, and really who is Trinity to deny her wonderful girlfriends anything?
