dana “someone who likes to mark her territory (is very subjective to how it means)” evans x emma “likes being bitten but also likes biting back” nolan
(pic unrelated but it’s how i feel)
yess YESSSSSSSSS dana knows she can't go around telling everyone at work that she's dating the hot new kid but she can make sure her and emma wear matching bracelets or jackets or scrunchies. she'll give emma one of her old jackets and tell her to wear it to work tomorrow, sometimes dana will include a hickey somewhere that's just barely not visible. sometimes emma bends down and her scrubs shift and just the teeny tiniest glimpse of it peeks through.
(mdni) !!!
emma loves it more than words can express, but further she wants to stake her claim on something- someone. sometimes when dana's letting emma suck one of her fingers the younger woman finds herself biting down without realizing, only clocking it when dana has to pull away. at first dana's just confused and thinks emma forgot her safeword, but then she sees that cute, embarrassed look on emma's face. "awh, does my little girl wanna bite like daddy does?"
yes. emma doesn't nod her head but dana knows immediately when she sees emma biting down on her own lip. "alright kiddo, c'mere." emma can't bring herself to intentionally hurt dana though, and even with the older woman pressing emma's mouth to her skin she can't do much besides kiss and suck. "we'll try again tomorrow pretty girl, okay? don't worry, daddy doesn't give up easy."
dana spends most of her free time the next day thinking up ways to help emma break out of her shell, but it's not until she sees trinity santos that an idea actually comes to her. she finds baran and whispers her plan into her ear, and is delighted to find that by some miracle yes, baran and trinity actually are free tonight.
emma's taken aback when she gets a text from dana on her lunchbreak. for one, dana rarely texts her unless it's to share some really dated facebook meme. and for another... well, emma reads the words You okay with a playdate tonight? and blinks at her phone. dana's not really the type of woman to make impulse plans like this.
regardless she's definitely okay with that. emma glances around to make sure no one's watching her in dana's car before pulling up the top half of her scrubs and taking a selfie of herself giving a big thumbs up.
thank fucking god dana's with baran when she checks her phone. the normally unshakable dana evans finds herself at a loss for words, but thankfully baran's there to help her find them.
the day goes by agonizingly slow, until finally dana has emma in her car and is driving her to baran's place. "you absolutely cannot send me pictures like that at work." dana sounds nowhere near as convincing as she'd intended.
once they're all decompressed from work enough to actually feel like people again, dana tells trinity not to hold back on emma tonight. "i need my girl toughened up a bit, and you're the toughest puppy i know, santos."
emma looks over at dana in mostly-mock fear, before her gaze slowly shifts to trinity. she's genuinely horrified to see the other woman sizing her up the way a predator would their prey.
the "struggle" if you could even call it that is short lived. as soon as baran gives the okay trinity's pounced on emma, easily pinning her to the ground. trinity straddles emma's waist as she takes a moment to think. how far can she push little emma nolan?
she supposes there's only one way to find out. she tunes out the sounds of baran and dana's idle chitchat as she starts to feel her way down emma's body. it's easy enough to keep her trapped with just her hips, even with her bad knee (though she knows baran is keeping a close watch on her behalf), so she's able to grope and grab at emma with both hands. for one, her tits are fucking divine. it's honestly hard for trinity to pull herself away from them.
"t-trinity," emma breathes up at her, her voice barely more than a garbled whine. "please. please- i-i need it..."
trinity just growls in response, her gentle touches turning to raking claw slashes. "yeah?" trinity pants as she lowers herself down to emma's neck. "how bad?" trinity breathes hot and heavy against emma's neck, her teeth just resting against the other woman's flesh. even that sends a shiver down emma's spine.
trinity makes brief eye contact with dana before biting down hard on a spot closer to her collarbone. emma cries out and wraps herself around trinity like a koala, hips grinding into whatever solid surface they can reach as she creams herself in her underwear. her eyes squeeze shut and she prays that maybe by some miracle trinity hadn't clocked it.
of course she had. trinity watches it happen and has to actually hold herself back from biting down harder. she finally pulls herself away enough to really savor the look on emma's face, licking her lips at the girl quivering beneath her.
"damn. i guess you did need it bad." trinity laughs, her gaze shifting back to dana. emma whimpers and whines like normal, before her eyes focus in on trinity's arm. it's within reach, if she really wants to she can stick her neck out just the slightest bit and-
trinity yelps as she feels a sharp sting on her arm, quickly glancing back down at emma. her eyes widen when she sees emma, soft and sweet emma nolan, with her arm in her mouth. she recognizes the bite now, can even hear the quietest of growls bubbling up from the back of emma's throat.
dana smiles as she watches, though a small part of her is worried about what she's just unlocked in emma. ah well, problem for another day. for now she's more than content to watch her girl and baran's puppy playfight, especially whenever emma ends up on top.
Baran’s not doing well. She’s at work on the first anniversary of Kaveh’s death. She’s facing the trauma bay where she watched the life from Kaveh’s bright brown eyes drain away. Baran wants to face the trauma bay to get some closure.
A year ago, Kaveh and two of his friends were staying up late to study for exams. A brother of his best friend had supplied energy tablets to power through. The tablets were unknowingly laced with fentanyl and Kaveh had taken two. He became unresponsive and went into cardiac arrest on arrival to the Pitt. Baran had arrived for work when she saw Kaveh on the stretcher seizing with foam coming out of his mouth. She was truly terrified that day.
Trinity’s trying to be strong for Baran. She’s watched Baran cry herself to sleep over the past few days when she was reminded about the anniversary. She’s watched Baran wail on the floor of Kaveh’s room, clutching his favourite flannel shirt that was unwashed. She’s watched Baran collapse to the floor of the trauma bay when Kaveh couldn’t come back from the cardiac arrest he was in. However, Trinity’s determined to keep being strong for Baran as she knows she’s all Baran’s got now.
Baran sees the empty trauma bay devoid of people and the images of Kaveh lying lifeless on the barouche flood her mind. She crumbles onto the floor of the bay and sobs into the floor.
“Why him?” Baran wails.
Trinity sees her sobbing and goes onto the floor to comfort her. Trinity has her hands around the crouched figure of Baran whilst she comforts her. Trinity has tears rolling down her cheeks but refuses to fully fall apart when she’s got Baran in her arms.
Meanwhile, the Pitt gang stop what they’re doing and listens to their Chief Attending crying in the empty trauma bay. They also listen to Trinity comforting her. Dana has a tear rolling down her cheek whilst McKay has her arms folded and her bottom lip is wobbling. Shen is looking to the floor with his arms in his scrub pockets, he was the one who oversaw the resuscitation efforts for Kaveh. Shen hasn’t slept well. Everytime he tries to sleep, Kaveh’s face and Baran wailing when he had to break the news to her that Kaveh wasn’t coming back haunts him. Kaveh’s death has affected the entire emergency department to the very core.
Several patients nearby hear the sobbing and they go quiet. A lady starts to cry realising the sobbing was of a grieving mother. The kind of crying that a mother would do when their child dies.
Baran’s crying slowly dies down whilst Trinity quietly holds her on the floor of the trauma bay. It is silent in the bay and slowly becomes cathartic for Baran.
For Pitt Yuri Week Day 4: Heat Wave or Snowed In
@pitt-yuri-week
Baran had never said so: but the fact that she'd gotten the house in the divorce felt like a double-edged sword. It was a beautiful home, but it far too often its rooms felt hollow. Empty.
Baran had been sitting in silence listening to the wind whistling through the window frames, a glass of white wine cradled in her palm, when her doorbell rang.
She uncurled from the couch and padded to the front door in sock feet. There, on the other side of the door, Trinity was waiting.
Trinity hitched the strap of her duffel bag higher up on her shoulder. She glanced past Baran, taking in the house behind her.
"Yeah, so," Trinity kept trying to look directly at her attending, but her gaze kept sliding off her face, non-stick, slippery. "Thanks for letting me stay over."
"I'm glad you reached out," Baran said honestly, gesturing for her to come inside. "Did your super say when the heat would be back on?"
Trinity shrugged and the motion jogged her gaze loose again. She flicked her eyes up to meet Baran's again before staring at the floor. "They said it might be days," she said. "Said the building wasn't made to handle this kind of cold."
"The pipes are frozen," Trinity said, some shred of fascination creeping into her voice. "The water in my toilet is solid ice." Her eyes were wide. "When I went to pack, there was frost on the walls inside my closet."
"Let's hope there isn't too much damage," Baran said carefully, then she held a hand out. "Here, let me take your bag. I'll let you get settled."
She gave Trinity the tour of her home, ending with the couch where Trinity would sleep.
"I hope it's acceptable," Baran said. "I'll make sure you have blankets." Trinity couldn't help feeling doubt. First off: the couch was white. Unstained white. It was all contemporary sharp edges. No grooves or creases worn in from hours of sitting. An extremely far cry from the sagging corduroy thing in Trinity's own apartment.
"It's great," she said. She slung her duffel down next to the couch, claiming it as hers for the night. Then, she turned to Baran.
"So," she said, trying for small talk (she hated small talk).. "It's supposed to be a lot of snow, right?"
Baran nodded, picked up the thread of conversation easily. "Record amount of snow for the county, apparently," then she glanced up at Trinity. "You're a California girl, aren't you? Have you been around much snow?"
Trinity was surprised that Baran had remembered. "I've been up to the mountains before, touched slush," she admitted. "I've been here for a few winters but, yeah, I guess I haven't lived through a real snowstorm."
Baran smiled and Trinity's attention snagged on her mouth. "I don't think I will have seen this much snow before either. I'm…curious to see how much it will affect the city."
"You think it might actually shut things down?"
Baran shrugged. "It could. The city's infrastructure isn't exactly built to support a massive snowfall."
Trinity considered this. "Might be nice for the world to stop for a day."
"You say that," Baran warned, "but it's more complicated than that." She checked her watch. "But we can't operate as if the city's going to stop until it actually does. It's late. I'll get blankets, let you get to sleep."
And so Trinity was left to close herself into Baran's bathroom to change into flannel pants and a long sleeved shirt to sleep in. She brushed her teeth with Baran's tooth paste, made sure to rinse her foamy spit away so the sink basin looked practically unused.
When she got back to the living room, there were three blankets folded at one end of the couch. There was a glass of water on the end table.
The door to Baran's bedroom was closed.
—
For what it was worth: Trinity did try to fall asleep on the couch. She tried lying on her side, her back, and, briefly, on her stomach. The cushions were rigid and unyielding. There was no way.
The house was eerily quiet. Trinity wondered if it was the hush of falling snow outside, or if the house always felt like this.
Either way, it was hard to take.
So she crept to Baran's bedroom, cracked the door open as quietly as she could manage.
Baran was awake. She was reading in bed, and she put her book down, a single finger marking her spot, when she saw Trinity.
"Everything okay?"
"Your couch sucks."
Baran sat up straighter. "I'm sorry."
"Like, really sucks," Trinity felt senseless urge to double down. "I can't believe you make people sleep on it."
But Baran didn't look offended. If anything, she looked amused. "You're not the first person to say so."
Trinity nodded, steeled herself, and stepped into Baran's room.
"What are you doing?" The question was gentle. Baran watched her with lambent eyes.
Trinity hesitated at the edge of the bed, fingers plucking at the edge of the duvet.
"Trying something," she said, more to herself than to Baran. Then she folded the corner of the duvet back and slipped into the bed next to Baran.
She was taking a risk and, sure, it was a pretty big risk. But Trinity was reasonably certain that the signs had been there. Maybe not tonight, but other times. At work. Trinity had been wondering for months.
"You can kick me out," Trinity said. She still had to hedge her bets. "It's okay if you hate me."
"I don't hate you, Trinity."
As soon as she said it, Trinity was certain that Baran Al-Hashimi would break her heart. Not tonight, perhaps not even soon, but certainly one day. It was that certainty that made Trinity want it desperately. Anything worth a broken heart was worth feeling as deeply as possible.
The way Baran was looking at her was dangerous, like she was someone who could be loved. Cared for.
As if reading her mind, Baran put a hand on Trinity's knee. "Sit back," she said. Trinity obeyed, and Baran straddled her hips. The duvet fell away, and Trinity could see goosebumps blooming along Baran's arms as the cold air found her skin.
"Good girl," Baran told her, pausing to run her tongue along Trinity's jaw before bringing her mouth to her ear. "Special girl."
Trinity's body clenched around those words. She was a fist, squeezing, unwilling to let go.
"Please," she begged hoarsely, but it wasn't for Baran to stop. It was an entreaty to herself to not want it so bad.
—
While they'd fucked, record snowfall had forced the city to a standstill. In the morning, Baran had experimentally opened her front door and found at least four feet of snow blocking the entrance.
"We'll have to dig ourselves out," Baran said. She'd prepared for this, had brought her shovels indoors the day before.
"That would still take hours," Trinity said. "Maybe even all day."
"Might be nice to wait a while," Baran said, still looking at the wall of snow in her doorway. "Pretend the world has stopped."
Trinity looked over at her. "I thought it was more complicated than that."
"It is," Baran agreed. "But I think you can handle it." She turned to Trinity. "Can you?"
this lazy and on the nose title is from Heathers: The Musical (here, but i altered it into one line)
projecting my period cramps onto dennis. this is genuinely 1,600 words worth of pure silliness, featuring whitaker and al-hashimi friendship as well as a little bit of whitsantos and barantos because she’s their common denominator
Dennis wakes up to sharp, familiar, pain in his lower abdomen. gasping, he takes in a strained breath and tucks himself into the fetal position. unfortunately, that seems to only irritate the demon currently possessing his reproductive organs and he yells out a pained, “agh, shit!”
Trinity, who is in the middle of getting ready for work, hears him and runs to his room. he’s sort of thrashing around his bed trying to find a way to alleviate the pain. muttering expletives she didn’t even think could come from his mouth, the next coherent thing he says is, “Satan has finally come to take me.” okay, maybe not so coherent after all.
sighing, she knows this feeling, she replies, “do you need me to run and get you some pads before i go into work?”
“tampons! and yes, please.” he nods, he lives strictly by the motto “out of sight, out of mind” when it comes to his menstruation. she rushes out to the drug store and fetches him some tampons.
she brings them back to the apartment, and thanks the universe that he has the day off. he hasn’t had a period in over a year, 3 months after he finally accepted her offer to pay for his HRT… and-
“Trinity! i need you to kill me!”
he seems to be taking it pretty well.
placing the tampons on his nightstand, she leaves with a quick, “text me if you need anything!” and heads to the Pitt. she knows how sensitive his situation is, and doesn’t want to poke the bear in the uterus. she’s not looking forward to her shift today, both her Huckleberry and her girlfriend have the day off.
about two and a half hours into her shift, her phone goes off in her pocket. she opens the text and reads, “midol. need midol”. how the hell is she supposed to get him Midol right now? sending a thumbs up emoji, she opens her messages with Baran and shoots her a text before turning her attention to the board,
T: hey babe, any chance you could stop by the apartment and check on huckleberry? he gets super needy when he’s sick. also he asked for midol, which i know you know why people take midol but he hates acknowledging it. he’ll call it a stomachache
B: Of course, is there anything else I should know? I don’t have any plans, so I’m happy to stay and keep an eye on him until you get home.
T: honestly he hates everything about what’s going on and i don’t want him to isolate, so i’d really appreciate you watching him but don’t make it obvious. find an excuse to stay around the apartment
B: Got it, don’t worry about us. Have a good shift!
45 minutes later, Dennis hears a knock at the door and groans. he’d only gotten up once and it was just to use the bathroom before crawling back into bed with new pajamas on. his text to Trinity was mostly a declaration of hopeless despair, but maybe his wish is coming true.
stumbling out of his room, he opens the door, and straightens his stance at the sight of his best friend’s girlfriend. Trinity and Baran have been dating for almost 5 months, but it’s still hard not to stiffen a little in the presence of his boss. it doesn’t help that she always seems to present herself so professionally, with unnecessarily perfect posture 24/7.
“hello! Trin told me you had a stomachache this morning, so i brought some medicine. i also got you lunch, if that’s alright? Trinity said this was your go-to.” she says, lifting up the bag with his favorite fast food restaurant logo on it. he hates that his first instinct is to politely take the bags from her hands and shut the door.
he doesn’t want anyone to see him like this. his hair is unkept, and he’s wearing a raggedy old undershirt that’s a size too big. looking down at himself, he notes the absence of pants. he’s in boxers in front of his boss. he thinks back to this morning when he asked Trinity to kill him and wishes he’d been more insistent.
looking away from her because he also hasn’t brushed his teeth yet, he replies, “yeah, come on in. let me just… i’ll be right back.” he runs to his room while she goes to the kitchen. she unpacks their lunch and sets down a glass of water and some Midol next to his plate.
he walks back to the kitchen, after brushing his teeth, running his fingers through his hair, and throwing on some sweatpants, and finds no Baran. he’s about to call out for her when the sound of her voice just a couple steps away startles him.
“is there anything specific you want to watch?”
he jumps, and she mutters a quiet apology, “umm, have you ever seen Community?”
“have i ever- i was watching it live every week while it was airing. is that what you want to watch, Whitaker?”
“can we? also, you can call me Dennis.”
“right, and of course we can. go grab our plates, we can sit on the couch and eat while we watch it.”
they watch two episodes, and Dennis thanks her for the food and medicine about 50 times. he starts to feel more and more comfortable, and less and less excruciating pain. after they finish eating, she stands up and takes their plates to the sink, announcing, “i’m going to make brownies. they’re a surprise for Trinity, but you are welcome to help yourself as well.”
“thank you, Doct- Baran. i’m going to-” he cuts himself off with a yawn. the food and lack of cramping has officially made him sleepy. laughing softly, he says, “i guess take a nap. i’ll lay on the couch out here, wouldn’t want to go to my room and fall asleep for the night.” it’s 2 PM.
he goes to the bathroom and comes back to find a heating pad and blanket on the couch for him. on the coffee table is a fresh glass of water and another dose of Midol. glancing over at Baran, whose full focus seems to be on the batter she’s mixing, he tries to reach for the Midol he doesn’t really need yet.
“uh-uh, that’s for after your nap.”
he pouts in response.
“don’t give me that look. if you were cramping bad enough to need more Midol, then you wouldn’t be relaxed enough to sleep. plus, the caffeine in it will ruin your chances of a nap.”
“i hate doctors.” he grumbles, and she replies with a thoughtful hum. he lays down on his side, facing the back of the couch, and wraps the heating pad around his midsection.
Baran laughs to herself when she’s pouring the batter into the pan and hears him snore. she puts the pan in the oven and walks over to take a picture of the sleeping beauty.
B: *one photo*
T: snug as a bug in a rug
that makes Baran snort and she covers her face, not wanting to risk waking him up with her giggles. she leans against the counter and texts Trinity some more for 20 minutes until she hears a thud followed by a groan coming from the living room.
running towards the sounds, she sees Dennis in a ball on the floor in between the couch and coffee table, “shit! are you okay?!” he just looks up at her and whines, turning his head to face the floor. it feels like his uterus weighs ten tons. he fell off the couch trying to get comfortable while half asleep.
“i’m perfectly fine!” he mumbles, muffled by the fact that he’s speaking into the ground.
“seems like it.” she says sarcastically, he just turns to glare at her. “okay, come on, get up. i’m going to show you something, follow my lead.”
he does as she says, but not without an exaggerated, “ughhhhhhh.” standing next to her, he watches her get on her knees and sit back on her heels. when he raises an eyebrow in question, she gestures to the spot on the floor next to her.
“do you want my help or not?”
“don’t wanna get on the floor.”
“you were on the floor less than 30 seconds ago.”
“that was different.”
“how- just trust me, okay? this is going to help.”
reluctantly, he mimics her position and then repeats her steps until they’re both in child’s pose. sighing out, he says, “holy shit, thank you.”
getting up to wash her hands so that she’s ready when the brownies are done, she says, “no problem, that position relieves the pressure your ute- organs are putting on your pelvic floor.”
“you know, when you first started at PTMC, Trinity and i had a bet on how many times you did pilates in a week.”
“Dennis, what you are doing is yoga, not pilates.”
“and what you are doing is deflecting.”
“3 times… and Trinity knows this, she’s gone with me a couple times.”
“no way, she didn’t tell me because i won!”
ignoring the juvenile bet on her personal life, she asks, “would you like to tag along some time?”
“100%, but let me get over… whatever this is, first.”
their conversation is interrupted by the very loud and very abrupt overture of Phantom of the Opera. with his focus sabotaged, Dennis falls out of his position and whines again, “what the hell?”
“sorry, that’s my timer for the brownies.”
bonus:
when Trinity gets to the apartment later that night, she walks in to find Dennis on the floor in child’s pose. this time though, he’s asleep with a pillow tucked under his head and a brownie resting in his loose grasp.
turning to Baran, whose sitting on the couch watching Community, she asks, “what the fuck happened to him?”
“that doesn’t sound very much like a thank you to me.” rolling her eyes, she gets up to greet her girlfriend with a kiss. then, she grabs the plate from the kitchen counter and offers it to Trinity, “brownie?”
Pitt Yuri Week day 4!! Heatwave. Barantos Road Trip…now I know I haven’t been doing my usual art style for these but can you imagine the carpal tunnel I would get if these were all my usual semi realism. Take what you get
How would baran and yolanda react to little! trinity not telling them that she's sick or hurt?
'the legend of ashitaka' 🌹🌿˙ . 𓏲ּ𝄢. 𖦹˙˙ . 𓏲ּ𝄢. 𖦹˙
Trinity injures her arm during the shift, and tries to hide it, but it only gets worse as the day goes on.
AN: So my fucking internet went out AGAIN. I'm so tired but luckily i have free time to catch up on some writing while its own so forgive me if im inactive literally everything fucking sucks
“30 year old Rudy Hollander, came in with a history of nausea and vomiting. Further examination showed he had norovirus. The room was discontaminated and he was sent home wit-“
“Hey Santos can I borrow you for a minute?”
“What is the point of charting if I can’t even- what is it Emma?”
Emma smiles nervously at Trinity’s words and points down the hall.
“We just cleaned out the ‘norovirus echo chamber’ as Dana called it and I need some help calming the patient who’s going in the room next because they’re paranoid they’re gonna get it but I assured them that-“
“Okay, okay.” Trinity gets up from the desk with a quiet sigh.
“I’ll do what I can, but no promises Em.” The two women walk down the hall to where Emma was talking about, North 2. The patient was an aggravated young woman trying not to touch anything in the room for fear of contamination.
“I’m gonna catch it. I swear I’m gonna fucking catch it.”
Trinity starts the pacify round first.
Emma was getting better at calming down patients, but she still had a ways to go before she was a master at it.
Not that Trinity was a master by any means but she was the best at it besides Baran and McKay. “Ma’am I assure you the room Is fully cleaned. The hospital takes pride in making sure no diseases are transmitted in between patients.”
“No! I can’t fucking believe-“
Emma takes a step backing slight fear. Dana had helped her work over her terror of angry patients but it never quite stuck.
“Ma’am please calm down.” Trinity steps back towards the curtain, about ready to yell the safe word in case she got violent.
The woman abruptly gets up from the bed, and sprints past Trinity knocking her off balance.
Trinity gasps and falls, her body weight landing on her arm as she hits the ground. She swears she hears a crack as pain explodes below her wrist. “Fuck.” She murmurs, attempting to get up. She had heard Emma’s cries for security, before she kneels down next to her to help her up.
“I’m so sorry, I just froze up when she raised her voice and-“
“It’s alright Em.” Trinity lightly holds her arm as she fully stands up and Baran is already rushing over. “Are you two alright? Security got the patient by the doors, she’s being moved to another room.” She side eyes Trinity with slight suspicion trying to hold back the urge to pat her down for injuries.
“We’re fine Dr. Al.” Trinity grumbles. “Patient just ran past us.”
Baran sighs with relief and tells them to be careful before heading back.
Trinity reaches up for her stethoscope with her bad arm and winces.
“Oh shoot, you okay?” Emma asks, looking at Trinity and her arm. “Was it from the fall?”
Trinity shrinks from her gaze and shakes her head. “Nope. Nope. Fine.” She starts to walk off back to her desk. She already hated being vulnerable around anyone outside of Baran and Yolanda, but surely she could hide the injury until the day was over, right?
She winces every time she types on the computer, gaining a few looks from Dana. “You alright Santos? Heard about the patient thing with Emma. Not either of you ladies’ faults, okay?”
“Mmhm.” Tirinity murmurs, trying to hide the pain creeping into her voice, “It’s fine D.”
Dana squints. “Should I get Baran over here to check you ou-“
“No, no. She’ll just make me sit out for the day and I have-“ She grunts as she pushes herself up. “Too much charting to catch up on.” She knew she wasn’t fooling Dana but it should buy her some time until she could finish.
“Santos! Trauma!” McKay’s voice yells as she helps Victoria and Dennis wheel in a gurney. “Coming.” She groans, trudging over to Trauma 1.
Yolanda comes in at the same time and immediately fixes on Trinity with a ‘you’re hiding something’ look. They help to stabilize the patient, and Yolanda has to make an incision in the forearm. “Alright, Santos here you go.” She hands the scalpel over to Trinity and as she attempts to grab it, her hand seizes and she winces and pulls back before she could grab it.
“Mmm.. Fuck..” She mumbles, sinking into the floor.
“Trin, hey, what’s-“
Yolanda looks down and has to fight back her caregiver mode from turning on, but after a nod from Cassie it comes in full throttle. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She gets down to her level. “Are you hurt?”
Trinity whines as Yolanda helps her up. “M-m-my ar-m someone bumped me an-an-“
“Shhh, okay hun, let’s get you checked out. Cassie?”
“On it.” Cassie had already paged Walsh and her and Victoria continue Yolanda’s mini procedure.
She helps her to an empty room that Dana said was free and sits her down. “Okay, we’re gonna get you an x-ray and then get you stabilized.” Trinity nods and whines as Yolanda pats around her arm. “Seems like a fracture my love. You’ll likely only need a cast.”
Trinity wipes her face with her good arm and nods.
“Aww is it just the injury that has you worried?”
Trinity nips at her nails.
“No. Um. Didn’t get to finish.”
Yolanda smiles and kisses her cheek. “Ah your charting. Don’t worry too much hun. You’ll have plenty of time.”
The-x-ray showed that Trinity indeed had a fracture on her right arm from her wrist down to her elbow. Baran comes in after her cast is fitted.
“Awww, baby why didn’t you tell me you got hurt?”
Trinity taps her feet on the bed nervously. “Um. Didn’t wanna sit out. Wanted to be brave Mama.”
Baran smiles and kneels down next to her. “Hun the bravest thing anyone has ever done is ask for help, okay? I don’t want you just sitting in pain because you thought it’d be a bother.” She kisses her cheek lovingly. “Now how about we have some fun, hm?”
Yolanda giggles and hands Baran a sharpie. “You first.”
Baran proceeds to sign a loving, heartfelt message on Trinity’s cast and passes it to Yolanda who writes a fun message with a silly face. “Alright baby.” Yolanda smiles, helping her up. “Let’s get some signatures from all the doctors.”
Trinity squeals, and drags them out to the nursing desk where Princess and Perlah draw so many kind things and a few others wait for their turn.
“God, why does she have to be so stubborn?”
Baran smiles and looks at Yolanda. “Yeah but she’s our stubborn girl.”
it’s not often trinity convinces baran to sleep in with her.
baran has a compulsive need to be useful. work typically quells this itch for her, but on her days off she gets moving early. yoga, errands, cleaning...trinity can usually hear her moving around as early as 6am, the smell of coffee and breakfast filling the apartment.
however, after particularly rough days, baran is filled with an exhaustion to even rival trinity's R2 fatigue. the days where nothing goes right in the ED, seizure days, the days after Kaveh goes back to his father...baran won't admit it, but it wears her down.
trinity can't always get baran to stay with her. yesterday had been rough. multi-car crash, multiple incoming pedes patients. baran has accommodations to avoid cases with children. however, she chose to step in and assist. trinity saw her duck into the bathroom later in the shift, came back out 5 minutes later with glassy eyes and a dark expression.
at 6am, baran turns to get out of bed. trinity curls baack over onto the older woman. asking her to stay.
My God the first time baran calls trinity good boy during sex it sends a shiver down her spine. Like she tenses. her ears start ringing. her brain shuts down before it locks in and ramps from a 4 to a 10 in like 2 seconds. Baran thought she got it wrong and is about to apologize but now she's got the MILF FUCKER 9000 energized and plowing into her pusssy. Trinity is a good boy, she is the goodest boy and she is about to make sure baran has every reason to scream good boy.
milf fucker 9000 fucking kILLLLEEEEDDD me this is awesome also beyind milffucker 9000 this ask rly tickled me ehehehehehe. as a classic service sub who likes calling herself good boy sometimes.... this one hit hard
(mdni)
baran’s usually the kind of woman to ask before doing just about anything to someone, regardless of the context. when she and trinity first start seeing each other baran insists on going over trinity’s likes and dislikes again before so much as kissing the younger woman. but as time goes on baran learns to read her partner, starts getting an understanding for the ebb and flow of trinity’s sexuality.
over time the list of questions gets shorter, and eventually disappears all together. baran knows her girl like the back of her hand— she makes sure of that. any time trinity mentions something she wants offhandedly baran adds it to a special note on her phone. one thing she’s noticed recently is that trinity has been exploring her masculine side more. every once in a while she’ll call herself baran’s boyfriend, and each time baran agrees trinity gets just a little more flustered than usual.
one night trinity asks baran to use the strap on her, and the older woman can’t help but smile at how immediately excited her puppy is. it’s not often that baran gives up the strap. she's very particular about her own pleasure, but sometimes it's just too hard to say no to trinity. so she gets on her hands and knees for her girl, and within seconds trinity’s pounced on her. coated in some sweet smelling lube baran bought for the occasion, trinity's cock slides inside the older woman easily. the lack of resistance brings a moan from the back of trinity’s throat. she counts to five in her head and then starts to move, dragging the silicone dildo in and out of baran’s cunt.
trinity grabs baran by the hips and pulls her down on her dick. every bit of friction somehow hits her g-spot, and it isn’t long before baran is reduced to a dripping horny mess. lost in the moment, baran groans out a soft “fuuucckkk trinity you’re such a good boy for me…”
and then trinity goes still. baran realizes her mistake but it’s too late, and she starts sputtering out apologies in between her panting. after a moment one of trinity’s hands moves from baran’s hips to the back of her neck, fingers tangling themselves into the the roots of her hair and pulling hard.
trinity slams in and out of the older woman, growling with a ferocity baran has never heard before. baran’s moans turn to cries as trinity pounds her relentlessly, somehow hitting the right spot each time. and the older woman had never thought she was multi-orgasmic, but she honest to god loses track of the amount of times she cums on trinity’s cock, rattling out a series of broken good boys whenever she can.
Here me out. Barantos where Baran has to temporarlily reduce her work hours. She gets a kitty for company. All of these are photos she sends to Trinity captioned "You💖"
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