I haven't been on tumblr in ages but The Pitt brought me back here. My posts will be plain looking because I don't know how to do the fancy cool stuff.
I write fics, blurbs, prompts, and headcanons (really whatever format)
I would love for people to drop into my ask box and request Pitt Yuri so I can just type feral unhinged shit. Please I beg. (Do I make a separate post saying requests are open? I've seen that several times.)
What I'm working on right now or would love to do
Stuck in the Middle (Garsanshimi) updates
Mellis one shot(s)
Mowalsh one shot(s)
Mcevans one shot(s)
Jemma one shot(s)
Somvadi one shot(s)
All of the above will be in the same currently canon compliant until January 2027 universe. There will be crossover in the main story and then within the one shots (insane orgy occurrence still under review)
Reader insert blurbs and/or full fics to be posted on ao3 and then shared on here. I will write about almost all of them
Just random headcanons of people ask
Topics/Subjects I'll write about as fics/blurbs/HCs
The Pitt and really The Pitt only one here (I have a masc lesbian/nonbinary reader with Agatha/Rio fic on my ao3 but that wouldn't come over here.)
Tooth rotting fluff
Absurdly detailed smut
Devastating angst
Really any Yuri pairing on The Pitt. I know I listed a bunch up above but that is just for that one universe I'm cooking up. I might even favor them but please know I understand the appeal of like every pairing for the women of The Pitt. I will write any pair/set of these women being hot together.
The women of The Pitt being adorable parents
Most common tropes. But ask for the uncommon ones too let me try I beg.
Disability. I HC various characters with varying disabilities. I work within the community and am part of it. If I don't know a lot about a specific disability I will do my research prior to posting so this specifically could take a bit longer.
Heavy on Butch/Stud/Masc/GNC/Nonbinary rep. But if you want something femme I will try my best.
Fat/Plus sized/Husky/Chubby whatever anyone wants to call it rep! I am, so I will write about it.
Subject/Topics I will not cover
Anything with minors. Take that pedo shit elsewhere it's extremely unwelcome here.
Any bigoted shit.
Gratuitous violence and major character death. It's just not really something I'm good at or enjoy.
Rape/Non-con
Hetero or Yaoi. Just not my thing.
I'll gladly write kinky things but am too lazy to really list everything I would so you're getting my list of nos. This is not kink shaming. I might read some from this list but don't write it. (If you request something and don't get answered within a week, it's something I realized I'm not into writing and will add it to the list)
a future karaoke date. the whole pitt crew is out—garcia included, as an honorary member. once tipsy, she takes a go at it and queues alanis morissette’s “head over feet.”
the whole bar sees the way she looks at santos as she sings:
you’ve already won me over
in spite of me
and don’t be alarmed if i fall
head over feet
and don’t be surprised if i love you
for all that you are
i couldn’t help it
it’s all your fault
Garsanshimi, Baran and Yolanda using Trinity to get off together.
POV Trinity, subspace.
MDNI
Trinity whimpered.
"Shh." Baran cooed above her. Her hips continued their slow grind along Trinity's abdomen, smearing her wetness across her heated skin. Trinity watched, mesmerized by the ripple of her back muscles. Baran looked back over her shoulder, eyes black with lust, "Just stay still for us, sweetheart."
Trinity was trying. It was nearly impossible to stop herself from squirming. Her arms ached where she was holding them above her head, gripping the headboard with white knuckles. Following instructions. Not touching.
Yolanda rocked her hips harder against Trinity's leg, and Trinity could feel her dripping down the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her own arousal was soaking the mattress between her legs, throbbing and untouched.
"She feels so good underneath us, Baran." Yolanda leaned forwards, capturing Baran in a searing kiss. Her hand came up to Baran's chest, rolling a nipple between her fingers, making her arch, hips grinding harder.
"Please. Please..." Trinity didn't know what she was begging for. She just knew she needed something, anything from the women on top of her.
They continued to lazily make out above her, the wet sounds of their tongues sliding and the little moans as they kept touching each other. Their hips never faltered, grinding languidly on Trinity's body.
She had never been more turned on in her life, her whole body alight with needneedneed. Her skin was on fire, her head hazy with the feeling of them using her for their own pleasure. The edges of her vision were slipping out of focus.
Yolanda's hand came up and for a heartstopping moment Trinity thought she was finally going to touch her, before her fingers reached for Baran's cunt.
The first press of fingers to her clit made Baran moan, obscene and throaty. Trinity clenched around nothing.
"Yes Yolo, right there eshgam, yes." Her head fell back, curls cascading between her shoulder blades.
Yolanda ran her tongue along Baran's exposed throat, and Trinity was transfixed on the sight of her spit leaving a glistening trail. Her hips bucked, and two hands immediately shot down, pinning her back to the mattress, one on her thigh, the other on her hip.
Yolanda looked at her through heavy lids, over Baran's shoulder, still pressed into her panting neck. "Be good for us, cariño. Baran's so close. I can feel how much she wants to spill all over you."
Trinity whined, grip tightening against the headboard. She wanted that, wanted Baran to coat her belly with her cum, wanted Yola to do the same to her thigh. She had a sudden vision of both of them dripping down her skin until they met in the middle, right at her cunt. Maybe they weren't going to touch her where she needed, but their cum could.
The thought made her lose the last shred of her composure. She slipped fully into subspace, body loose and theirs to use, nothing left in her head but them. Her mouth fell open, like it always did, desperate and babbling without a filter.
"Please, come on me, please, you can ride me, just for you, all for you."
Both women moaned, recognising where Trinity had finally reached. Baran's hips canted upwards, faster to match Yolanda's pace. "There she is, our good girl."
"Always so perfect. We're just going to use you a little longer, okay baby?" Yolanda pressed harder into the meat of Trinity's thigh, so wet she had to pull the leg into herself for friction. Her fingers dug into skin hard enough to bruise. "Just a little longer, you can take it, can't you sweet girl?"
Trinity's mind was liquid. Molten and desperate and languid all at the same time.
"Trinity."
She blinked through the haze. With great effort she brought the world back into enough focus to look at Yolanda. A question. She'd been asked a question.
"Yes. Yes I can take it, please give it to me."
They both ramped up, grinding harder and more sloppy as they chased their release. Baran clutched onto Yolanda's back, forehead pressed to her shoulder. She was gasping, higher and higher with every rock of her hips. It was the most beautiful sound Trinity had ever heard.
Trinity felt the rush of wetness as she came, scalding against her abdomen. She continued grinding, smearing it further, all along her belly, until eventually she slowed, panting.
Yolanda pulled her hand away. She ran her fingertips through the mess Baran had made, and Trinity shuddered. The first time they'd touched her with anything other than their cunts or to hold her down. Her fingers were lightning on her skin. She whimpered again.
Yolanda brought the wetness to Baran's lips and pushed it into her mouth. Baran let out a satisfied hum, and Yolanda's hips stuttered for the first time.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you come, Baran."
Baran released her fingers with a wet pop, smiling, blissed out and relaxed. Both hands fell to Yolanda's hips, and she helped her find a rhythm again. Pushing and pulling as Yolanda slid along Trinity's thigh. "I want to see you fall apart, Yolo. Our girl's been so good to us, you should give her what she asked for."
Trinity was floating beneath them. She felt so good, so warm. Baran had already covered her and now Yola was going to the same. They were so good to her. They were happy that she was being good for them. She'd do anything to stay beneath them both, their weight and their desire all around her.
With Baran's help it didn't take long for Yolanda to come too, biting down on Baran's shoulder as she drenched Trinity's thigh.
All three of them took a few long moments to catch their breath. Trinity's thigh and belly were ruined, covered in slick and cum. Some of it was starting to dry, becoming tacky against her skin.
Baran kissed Yolanda, sweet and quick, before lifting herself off Trinity's torso. Trinity whined at the loss.
"It's okay, azizam. I'm right here." Baran lay next to her, pressing her warm body along the length of hers. "You can let go of the bed now."
She hadn't even realised she was still holding it. Her fingers felt stiff as she released her grip, arms a throbbing ache as they came back down.
"You did so well for us, cariño." Yolanda also moved off Trinity's body, reaching to grab the wipes from the bedside table. She began to gently clean Trinity up, slowing down when her abdominal muscles spasmed. She kissed her thigh after she'd cleaned it, before laying on Trinity's other side.
Both of them pressed in close, arms slung across her chest and hip as they held her.
They were patient as Trinity resurfaced. They murmured soft praise into her ear. Ran their hands along her skin, grounding and tender. She floated back to reality surrounded by their gentleness. It felt less like an awakening and more like being carried back to bed as a child, safe and warm, when you could still hear the laughter in the next room.
When she felt like she was back in control she exhaled. She turned to kiss them both, one after the other, brief and content. "That was great."
Yolanda smiled against her shoulder. Baran hummed an agreement and said, "It was. You were so perfect for us."
The praise rolled through Trinity like a slow wave. She suddenly realised that Yolanda had only cleaned up her and Baran's messes.
Baran and Yolanda's hands moved in sync, trailing down her chest, moving steadily lower. Her breath hitched.
Well I'm not surprised by Santos winning but I am a little surprised by home much. I really thought Javadi and Mohan (who I voted for) would get more votes. But that's okay! Because this was just to help me pick who I would make a song dabble for! I promise it would be like some of my others that are sad sad very sad. There will be a little bit of yearning though lol. Because Trinity Santos yearns on a professional level.
This is their third date. Mel had let Parker pick where they went the first two times insisting that she was good to go wherever. But then Mel mentioned the Ren Faire off hand and Parker’s face lit up happy that she’d figured out something the R3 liked. Well this is technically their fourth date. But that first first date was a double date with Samira and Emery to a pottery studio. Where Mel couldn’t center the clay to save her life and Parker swooped in like Patrick Swayze in Ghost and got it centered. It was Mel who actually initiated the kiss in the studio when Parker, sitting behind her, had whispered against her ear about how well she did. Mel had turned and looked into those deep brown eyes and just went for it. Now they're here in mid-September walking into the Pennsylvania Ren Faire. Both dressing the part. Though Parker’s belt didn’t come in time. But Mel has a plan to fix that.
“Parker, thank you so much for coming with me. I know it’s kind of silly but–” Mel starts to stay for the umpteenth time.
“Mel, if you try to downplay something you obviously love as silly one more time, I’m not going to give you all the coins I win from the gaming village.” Parker interrupts gently, placing a hand on the small of Mel’s back. “Now, My Lady, where shall we travel first?” The senior resident asks chivalrously.
“Oh uh well…” Mel begins, completely thrown by Parker’s words. It doesn’t help that she had leaned in to say that to her. “I… I’d like to take you to a leather shop I like. I want to get you a belt since yours didn’t come in the mail on time.”
“Mel you don’t have to do that.” Parker says sweetly.
“I know. But I uh I’d really like to.” Mel says, stopping their motion so she can look directly at the other woman. “Parker, I have really liked our dates and the time we’ve been spending together. You paid for the last two dates and your own ticket for here and tried to pay for mine and bought an outfit to come with me and drove. Buying a belt is the least I can do. But I would really really like to. The leather shop has a lot of beautiful pieces and I think a nice cool belt would make you look even more handsome than you already do, which is already very much.”
Parker looks at Mel sort of stunned for a long moment almost making the blonde fear she’s said too much. But then Parker takes a step forward closing the space between them to give her a firm but gentle kiss. As she pulls back she laces their hands together. She chuckles when she sees how pink Mel has gotten. “Okay then. Lead the way.” She says softly, giving Mel’s hand an encouraging squeeze.
They make it there quickly and have been looking for about ten minutes when Parker and Mel spot the same belt at the same time. That immediately settles it and they make their way to the counter.
As they leave and pull over off the main path Mel watches in quiet amusement as Parker realizes this is not a normal belt and has to be put on a specific way. She can’t help but giggle which catches the other’s attention. “How does this thing work?” Parker asks in faux frustration.
“Here let me help.” Mel says with the faintest smile on her lips. She steps into Parker’s space and skillfully ties the belt. Her fingers graze over Parker’s stomach and hips as she gets it to sit just right on her waist. When Mel steps back she lets herself take a long look before meeting Parker’s eyes.
The older woman is looking at her with an amused grin. “You know you always said, even before we started dating, that you ‘didn’t have game.’ But I think you are severely underestimating yourself.”
“Uhhh… What do you mean?” Mel asks, tapping her fingers together in a rhythmic pattern.
“I mean, that what you did just now was extremely sexy and I will be thinking about this at random times for the next month.” Parker says honestly before stepping up and taking Mel’s face into her hands. “You have game, Baby. It’s just not like everyone else’s. But trust me it’s very effective.” Then she pulls Mel into another kiss. It’s deeper and in a different setting maybe Mel would be concerned about the PDA. But here in her outfit with Parker in hers at a place she loves almost more than anything she can’t find the will to care.
The rest of the day is amazing. They watch several shows, eat delicious food, drink good ale, shop, and win coins at the gaming village. Well Parker does. Parker wins every single game. And since Mel did not downplay the fun she’s having, all the coins are given to her as they make their way back to Parker’s car.
“Mel, I had a really fun time. This was super cool. Thank you.” Parker says as she opens the door for Mel.
The R3 waits for the senior resident to get into the car before she answers. “Of course. Thank you for coming with. I used to go with Becca every year but I haven’t gotten a straight answer from her about it. She’s very preoccupied with her boyfriend so I can’t really be upset I guess.”
“You’re allowed to be upset that a person that’s been in your life since you were born has grown distant.” Parker says, like she knows how Mel feels.
Mel stays quiet for a long moment, internally debating whether she should actually ask what she wants to ask. She closes her eyes and sings the chorus of “Savage” in her head. “Wouldyoubemygirlfriendanddoyouwanttostayoveratmyapartmenttonight?” She asks at the speed of light, clenching her fists in her lap and ducking her head down.
There’s only a moment's pause before she feels one of Parker’s hands on top of hers and the other on her right cheek turning her to face the brown eyed woman. When Mel opens her eyes she finds that confident calm look that Parker frequently has.
“Yes and yes.” The older woman says in a honeyed tone, letting a huge radiant smile come to her face. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend and I would love to spend the night with you.”
“Really?!” Mel practically yells.
Parker pulls her in a kiss. It’s similar to the one outside of the leather shop but has more heat behind it, causing Mel to make the tiniest little sound. When Parker pulls away, she doesn’t say anything. She just turns on the car, backs up, and places her hand on Mel’s knee. The drive isn’t too long but Parker’s hand remains on Mel’s knee for the entire drive. Just making little circles, each stroke of her thumb driving home to Mel that yes really, Dr. Parker Ellis is her girlfriend now. And she couldn’t be happier.
(they looked at each other once)(they aren't even getting anymore interactions) (neither actor is returning as far as we know) (there are like 2 other fans)
Karaoke // Fireworks (it's kind of both but more Karaoke) - Garsanshimi Forward - Side of Mowalsh, Mellis, and Mcvadi - Hurt/Comfort - Quick Reference to Past Child Abuse - Everything is cute and fixed at the end - I honestly didn't start out to make it have angst but it just happened - SFW
Trinity: Okay, so everyone’s still on for tonight right? No one is flaking for their women right?
Victoria: I’m not flaking but what if my woman comes with us?
Trinity: Crash why must you have a spine of jelly?
Victoria: I DO NOT
Samira: As you know my woman is working so no I will not be flaking.
Samira: I’m actually really excited!
Mel: No flaking from me! Parker gets it. She did ask if she could join next year maybe.
Victoria: Trin you have not given me an answer.
Trinity: ……….
Victoria: Come ON
Trinity: No
Victoria: Please! It’s not a big deal.
Mel: Vic I think Trinity just really wants to make 4th of July Karaoke a tradition with just girl Pittlings. But if you want to skip I completely understand.
Victoria: I don’t want to skip! I just want Cass to be able to come.
Trinity: I said no.
Victoria: Is this because of last 4th of July?????
Trinity: I have work to do.
Trinity: Mira we’ll see you at 9! Can’t wait to hear how Allegany Gen is going!
Victoria: Get back here Santos!
Victoria: I will come to the Pedes wing and harass you in front of children!
Trinity looks at the last text and rolls her eyes. Fucking Crash. She shoves her phone back in her pocket and goes to check on her patients.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trinity just finishes putting on chapstick when she hears the door open to her apartment. What’s Huckleberry doing here? He’s supposed to be at the farm. “What, no farm benefits?” She calls. There’s no answer so she sticks her head out and finds her girlfriends. “Oh uh hey.” She says quickly before ducking her head back in. Her face feels hot. She’d mentioned what she was doing for the 4th to them. Played up that it’s a Pittling tradition now. Just the Pittlings. It has nothing to do with the fact that the thought of asking either of them to join her on this particular date makes her skin crawl with shame and sadness. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay.” They respond in calm unison.
Three minutes later she emerges in cargo pants, Chucks, and a muscle tee. She’s going for a sort of casual quasi punk look. Her girlfriends are on her couch looking at their phones, but look up when they hear her feet cautiously hitting the floor.
“I uh I thought you two, Cass, and Parker were going to watch the fireworks from one of the roof top bars?” Trinity asks nervously.
“Well we were but we thought we’d drop by to see if you’d want to combine the celebrations? We wouldn’t ask you to come with us but maybe the four of us to tag along to karaoke?” Baran says in a rather tentative voice. Like she knows this is about to ruffle Trinity’s feathers. The more hardened look on Yolanda’s face confirms it. The surgeon is sitting stiffly and her eyes won’t actually meet the R3’s. “But only if you’d be a hundred percent on board. No pressure.” Baran starts up again.
Yolanda rolls her eyes. “Cassie told us that Vic asked if she could come and you said no. Cass isn’t upset about being told no. But you know how she gets when Vic is upset.”
“Well Crash needs to work on her separation anxiety. By saying yes to Cass that would mean she’d be ditching you guys and I didn’t like that.” Trinity says defensively. Today is not the day for something like this. It will never be. This year and last she’s managed to work and keep herself as distracted as she could manage and then karaoke with Mel did a surprising amount to drag her mind away from what it really wanted to think about and what it was used to thinking about on the 4th. It also doesn't help that her mind keeps insisting that if she had asked Baran and especially Yolanda to go with her they’d say no. Karaoke is dumb. “It's just a Pittlings thing, okay?” Her voice coming out snappy.
Baran’s assessing her and Yolanda is honest to god glaring at her like she did last 4th when she scolded her for giving Langdon a piece of his own medicine.
“Trinity, are you okay?” Baran asks softly as she stands to make her way over to her.
“I’m fine. I just want to get going. Samira’s coming and I haven’t gotten to see her in like a month with our schedules.” Trinity says side stepping Baran’s attempt at making contact. She shoves her hands in pockets and starts moving to the door.
But a certain surgeon seems to smell the bullshit and stands in front of the door. “Why are you being like this?” Yolanda demands sternly, but Trinity sees the worry in her brow. The R3 just stops in her tracks and looks at the floor. “Trin what is this?” Her voice is less stern. “Is this…” Voice now sounding insecure which is always such a jarring thing. “This is about last year isn’t it?” Trinity doesn’t answer. “Look I get if you’re still feeling some kind of way about it with me but don’t take it out on Baran too.” Her voice finding some fire.
“That’s not… It’s not… I don’t want to hear no. I don’t want to hear that you’d rather it just be the four of you. I don’t want to hear it. Not today of all days. It’d be too hard. Last year nearly broke me. It did. I don’t know how far I would have spiraled if Mel hadn’t also had such a shit day and been ditched.” Trinity says with a bit of acid, bringing her arms across her chest.
She feels the air rush out of Yolanda’s nose but before she can speak, Baran beats her to it. “Baby, we wouldn’t have said no.”
“My brain can’t always believe that…” She says weakly as tears start falling that she knows she can’t stop. “Today is just too much to try and fight the shit part of my brain. Can I just go?”
“Is me not going to see fireworks with you last year really doing all this?” Yolanda asks condescendingly. “Because if it is I think you need to tal–”
“I swear to christ if you tell me to talk to a therapist for the second 4th of July in a row I will be staying at this fucking shit empty apartment for a week, alone. So help me god.” Trinity says, stepping in Yolanda’s space, leveling her with a look that’s reserved for when she feels backed into a corner. “No it’s not just that. It’s the fact that thirteen years ago today is when I had to sit in a police station and tell a bunch of adult men about the worst thing to ever happened to me in my fucking life. That is why I am crying and being so fucking weird. And I have already talked to my goddamn therapist this week about it. So please excuse me if I can’t convince the very fucked up part of my brain that a thing that upset me last year wouldn’t happen again.”
“Trin I–” Yolanda tries to say, her face having dropped into unfathomable guilt with each word that just came from Trinity’s mouth.
“Yolanda Garcia, if you want to see later tonight or at all this week you need to step the fuck out of my way and let me go scream sing these feelings out of my body with Mel and Samira. Crash can ditch for all I care.” Trinity says in a low dangerous voice.
There’s a pause and Trinity honestly thinks she’s going to have to scream at Yolanda. But then she steps aside. Trinity goes to open the door but Yolanda grabs hold of her pinky. The youngest woman glares at her, while being met with a face stricken with regret. “I’m sorry… Please come to my apartment when you’re done. I want to hold you. I… need to hold you. We’ll both be there.”
Trinity can’t bring words to her lips but she doesn’t need to. She nods and leans in, pressing a kiss on Yolanda’s cheek before turning and giving Baran one as well.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When someone said count your blessings now // 'Fore they're long gone // I guess I just didn't know how // I was all wrong // They knew better, still, you said forever // And ever, who knew?
Trinity’s voice rings out in the final chore and Mel, Samira, and yes even Victoria are on their feet. She hands the mic off to the DJ and stumbles into the other women’s arms. They’re all three, maybe five drinks in? She stopped a while ago that doesn’t mean all the alcohol hasn’t caught up with her. Why do you think she just sang a song about losing a friend? She told them before she got up there that she just really loves Pink but now she feels like she’s gotten most of the yuck out of her body. Doing a call back sing of “You Outta Know” helped as well though this time it didn’t hold the same venom in her body as it did last year.
It’s about midnight now and everyone seems content to chill now and yap. It immediately devolves into how much they love their girlfriends and how lucky they are. It spurs them into so much emotion that they all get up on the stage and sing Melissa Ethridge’s “Come to My Window.”
It’s not until they hobble off the stage that they come face to face with the women they were so passionately singing about.
Samira is the first to bolt into Emery’s arms. “Baby how are you here? Oh my god.” She squeals excitedly, pulling her into a kiss.
Mel jumps in place for a moment before speed walking into Parker’s arms, hugging her tightly. Parker returns the gravity of the hug, kissing her temple, and the blonde sinks into her.
Victoria goes full Koala and nearly knocks Cassie over in the process.
Trinity looks at her girlfriends. The alcohol made her pensive and now she feels bad. But like they can see into her mind, they approach her and wrap around her. “Don’t worry My Love. We’re not mad. We’re honestly proud of you for setting such a strong boundary.” Baran whispers.
“But–”
“Yeah the delivery was a little rough but whether there was a big or little reason behind it, you set it and kept to it.” Yolanda said before turning the youngest face to hers. “I’m also so sorry for what I almost said. I think I may need to talk with someone about that.”
Trinity can’t find words for the second time tonight but nods, this time connecting their lips. When she pulls away and looks to Baran she’s giving them a bit of a smoldering look. She looks over to her friends and sees that everyone seems a little antsy and itching to go home. “Alrighty Pittlings. Let’s disperse. Time to go make some fireworks but at our women’s homes.” Trinity says with wiggling eyebrows.
“Trinity Marie!” Baran scolds with a giggle.
“Don’t have to tell me twice. Later!” Emery says to everyone with a wink before practically carrying a very delighted Samira out of the bar.
Everyone laughs at the attending surgeon’s actions while taking a queue from her and going their separate ways. Trinity, Baran, and Yolanda’s night did have the fireworks that Trinity spoke about, but it also had what Yolanda had asked for.
It wouldn’t be until about a week later that Baran and Trinity realized that night was the first time Yolanda actually told them that she needed them like that. To just hold and cherish and love. She’d shown in and proven it time and time again but never so directly with words. They don’t say anything to her after they come to that realization but they show her that night over and over until she’s boneless.
Trinity was a firm believer in the power of Primal Scream Therapy, but there was something equally cathartic about singing when she was in a good mood. When the energy was high, electric and free as she bounced around the stage. Playing it up for this crowd, one she'd grown to love in the few months since she'd discovered them.
Karaoke was on every Thursday night at The Peach, and she tried to make it as often as she could. Huckleberry had joined a couple of times but now politely declined given it wasn't exactly his crowd (and after he'd had to tell more than one woman they were barking up the wrong tree. Trinity had taken it as a compliment on the way she'd improved his dress sense. Dennis had decided he would stop listening to her fashion advice).
Trinity had spotted Parker Ellis here twice. Both times before they'd given each other the nod, turning back to their respective conversations. They interacted occasionally at work, Parker too night-shift-pilled to have anything more drawn out than the odd flirty joke, or swapping candy bars in times of crisis. But Trinity had eyes. And Parker was damn beautiful to look at.
Tonight Parker seemed to be alone, which was a first. She leaned against the bar, watching Trinity sing with sharp eyes.
"It's not easy, I wanna feel something different for once."
The crowd was always good-natured but they seemed eager tonight. Some people sang along through the verse. Others raised their hands, pointing along to the rhythm. Parker stayed still, gaze unmoving.
Trinity leaned into the breathy chorus. "I would give you my body, but I'm not sure that you want me, am I sure that you want me?"
The Pittsburgh lesbians whooped as she played to the crowd, sliding her hand along the microphone stand.
"Oh you're not alright, I ruined your night, well honey that's what I'm good at."
Trinity winked at a woman in the front row. Not her type but she always enjoyed when she could make a pretty girl blush. The pink cheeks made her bolder as she slid back to the chorus, smooth and confident, hips swaying.
"I would give you my body, but I'm not sure that you want me, am I sure that you want me?"
She sank into the feeling, letting the electricity embrace her, setting her skin alight. She couldn't help but glance back over at Parker. She was still staring. Her lips were quirked upwards, something burning and fiery in her eyes.
Oh and Trinity never backed down from a challenge. She maintained eye contact as the tempo slowed, dragging the prechorus into something more sultry than the original track warranted.
"And there's somebody I know I'm bad for, and I can't look away. I'm ready to see your face."
Parker picked up her beer and raised it in small salute.
Trinity grinned, wide and victorious, jumping back into the faster chorus. She finished the song to a cheering crowd. She was breathless as she handed the microphone over to the next singer, before making her way over to the bar.
Parker gave her a slow clap as she approached. It would have been condescending if not for the reluctantly impressed expression she wore. "So you've got pipes. Didn't see that coming."
Trinity tried to hide how pleased the compliment made her. "I'm full of surprises."
"Oh, don't I know it, REBOA." She chuckled at Trinity's grimace. "Yeah, old man Abbott couldn't shut up about that one."
Trinity did not want to think about work when she felt this good. "What are you going to sing?"
"I don't sing in front of crowds."
"Don't tell me you have stage fright."
"Nah." She took a sip of her beer and Trinity knew she'd been clocked staring at the way her tongue poked out. "When it comes to singing I prefer to be the muse."
Trinity groaned. "I hope you realise how corny that sounded."
Parker laughed. "It's not corny if it's true. I saw how you switched it up when you looked at me."
Her cheeks grew warm. She had to fight fire with fire. "I know you did. You were watching me so desperately, I had to give you something to enjoy."
"And you delivered."
Parker placed her beer on the bar and took a step closer, right into Trinity's personal space. This close she could see the flecks of amber in Parker's eyes, the way her eyelids became heavy as she glanced down at Trinity's lips.
Trinity's hand fell to the thick belt buckle at Parker's waist. Her fingertips gripped the metal, just brushing against the bottom of Parkers shirt. "Are you after a repeat performance, Dr Ellis?"
"Santos." Parker leaned closer. Her breath was hot against Trinity's lips. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you're not careful."
"I didn't know you'd changed your name to 'Trouble'."
"You're unbelievable."
Parker kissed her.
It was heated immediately, Parker's lips pressing into her with a controlled hunger that Trinity instantly reciprocated. She tugged at her belt buckle, bringing their hips together, and Parker let out a surprised grunt. Trinity used that to her advantage, slipping her tongue into her mouth.
Parker gripped her hip, licking into her, smooth and sure, and Trinity's knees threatened to buckle. Parker's mouth was so soft, and the sudden drag of her teeth across Trinity's lower lip had her moaning into her mouth.
Trinity pulled away with a gasp. "Fuck."
Parker hummed in agreement, hand sliding up along Trinity's side. Her pupils were dilated, taking in the ruined swell of Trinity's lips.
"You want to get out of here?"
Trinity smirked at her, grip still firm on her waist. "You liked my singing so much you want a private performance?"
Parker let out an amused exhale, shaking her head. "I should have known you were a brat."
Parker's eyes zeroed in on the way Trinity shuddered. Trinity tried not to blush at her obvious tell.
"Oh." She leaned forwards, bringing her lips to Trinity's ear. "Let's get you home, sweetheart."
