yolanda garcia defender

20s | she/they casualscribbler on ao3

[santos-dreaming]

welcome to my little side blog to store all of the lesbian worms that the pitt has dug up!

unfortunately for my brain, i can see every woman in the show getting it on with every other woman so my head is so full!

on ao3 here!

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- garsanshimi thoughts

- mcevans thoughts

- mcvadi thoughts

- mcshimi thoughts

- demma thoughts

- crashtos thoughts

- garsantos thoughts

- barantos thoughts

- mowalsh thoughts

[santos-dreaming]

fave tropes ✨

i love this ty for the tag @lostamongthefearnes

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (both!! fix the canon for me i beg)// reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent (neither) // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

and tags for @hermockingmouth @abbdabbpittgal @black-plant-leg @blueeyesshyskies if you want to <3

[perfectimprecision]

yolanda being the one to say “hey” in the stairwell first... totally unprompted... she should just tell trinity she’s in love with her already

[santos-dreaming]

[yuripitt]

If I was Trinity Santos and on the first day of work an older hot surgeon made an exception for me and taught me forearm fasciotomy by holding my hand I would never shut up about it 🗣️🗣️

[santos-dreaming]

just handled my first client call and let me tell you i’ve never bullshitted so much in my life! shoutout to the only other woman on the call that, despite being from the regulator, repeatedly jumped in to steer me towards the right things to say when i was floundering

[lastlivinglostcause]

garsanshimi but it’s what they decide as aftercare ??

Trinity who absolutely loves cuddling up to her girls afterwards and never letting go. Who admittedly gets extremely very clingy and emotional after sex, and needs the contact just to ground herself. She buries herself into Yolanda’s neck and breathes her in, practically koalaing onto her.

Yolanda who also stays in bed and refuses to clean absolutely anything. After sweating her ass off the entire time, she lets Trinity and the damp sheets cling to her as she fights to catch her breath. She’ll also be spending her time convincing Baran to stay in bed for atleast a minute.

Baran who cannot stand the wet sheets and gets very easily overstimulated after sex. Not in the way of not wanting anyone to touch her afterwards, but in the way of the sheets getting too uncomfortable for her and how her skin sticks too it is all too much. She practically stumbles to the shower after every time while Yolanda and Trinity practically beg her to just wait five minutes to they could come with.

Eventually, the two convince Baran to give them a minute while Trinity clings to Baran this time as Yolanda sweetly wipes her and Trinity down, which convinces Baran to stay in bed for a few minutes.

It allows Trinity to properly decompress as she clings to them both before they eventually all move to the shower. It allows Yolanda to rest without the need to reel Baran back to bed. And it helps with Baran feeling more comfortable in her own skin, even if it only lasts for a few minutes.

[trintrinsantos]

Trinity Santos working as a lead deck hand during the summers of her last years of undergrad on a yacht in Croatia. Trinity spending her summer after graduating undergrad and trying to decide whether she needs to take a deferral to save enough money for medical school in the fall.

Yolanda and Baran renting out the yacht as a 10 year anniversary gift to each other.

Trinity trying to keep it professional around Yolanda and Baran who are insistent on flirting with her and touching her every chance that they get.

“Can’t you drive us on the jet ski?”

“No, Santos is going to be on the paddle board with me.”

“Trinity, please put on my sunscreen?”

Baran catches her early one morning with a baseball hat on that is definitely not part of her uniform and Trinity is sure she’s gonna get chewed out by her bosun, but instead he comes to her with red tipped ears letting her know that the boss told him that Trinity was not just permitted but encouraged to continue to wear the hat during this charter.

And God, Trinity is trying to keep it professional because she’s making more money than she’s ever seen working on this boat and she respects the boat owner.

Except they are getting more and more forward with her and she can’t stop blushing around them. Each time they get off the boat, they want Trinity to be the one accompanying them no matter how much it drives her fellow crew mates crazy. Yolanda buying her jewelry when they stop at places that could finance her entire fall semester. Baran grabbing her wrist, her arms, her waist to direct her.

One of the last nights of their charter and they are sitting on the deck while Trinity is cleaning up the toys and she overhears their not at all subtle conversations about anniversary presents until Baran coos at Yolanda that she knows who she wants as a present.

And finally Trinity just says “you’re going to make me lose my job.”

Yolanda smirks and says “good, we leave in a two days and you’re coming home with us” while Baran just grips Trinity’s arm and nods with those doe eyes that have Trinity in so much trouble.

[softandsentimental]

love is fast asleep

(title from 'strawberry wine' by noah kahan)

Samira’s woken by a flash of bright light as the bedroom door opens then shuts, rolls over to find the left side of the bed — Emery's side — empty with the blankets thrown aside.

She lies there for a moment, trying to pick out any sounds coming from the living room, but it’s dead silent save for the soft whooshing of the fan.

She gives it another beat, counting to 100 in her head before she finally sits up and gets out of bed. Emery’s insomnia was nothing new for the two of them, especially after a long shift where there were too many things swirling around in her brain, but it had been especially bad recently, more sleepless nights than restful ones. 

“Em?” she calls softly as she steps into the hallway, keeping her voice low to avoid waking Raya. She'd just begun sleeping on her own, and so the second she knew they were awake it would just be tears and whining until she was let into their bed with them. 

There’s no response, but she can barely make out footsteps in the living room. They get louder as she gets closer and then Emery's in view, pacing back and forth across the room. She’s seemingly unaware of Samira's presence, continuing back and forth as she fidgets with the edge of her t-shirt. 

“Emery, baby?”

Emery startles at Samira's voice, glancing up as surprise then guilt plays across her face. 

“Shit, did I wake you?” She looks even more panicked at just the thought of it, big brown eyes widening. “I just couldn’t sleep and -”

“You’re okay,” Samira soothes as she crosses the room to wrap her arms around Emery and pull her into a hug. It seems to do the trick, considering how Emery melts against her like it had been exactly what she’d needed. 

“It’s been hard sleeping lately, hasn’t it?”

Emery nods against her shoulder. “Yeah. I’m so fucking -” the word cuts off on a muffled sob. “I’m tired, Mira.”

“I know, my love. I know.”

Keeping her arms still tightly wrapped around Emery she guides them backwards to the couch, sitting down then adjusting so they're both lying horizontal. She lifts a hand and runs her fingers through Emery's hair, lightly scratching at her scalp in the way she knows helps Emery relax.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asks a few minutes later. “Or we can just stay like this, it’s up to you.”

Emery just nods into Samira's neck. “It’s - I -” she groans, a low, frustrated sound that vibrates through her body. “I don’t know.”

“And that’s okay,” Samira says gently. “You don’t have to. I’m right here, remember?”

“Mmm.”

They lie there in silence, Samira's hand continuing to run through Emery's hair and lingering at the ends, twisting them around her fingers idly. Finally, Emery shifts in Samira’s arms and lifts her head.

“It’s just - it’s been really loud in my head,” she says slowly, hesitation evident on her face. “It’s stupid, I know, but it’s so constant and loud and I -” she shakes her head, tears starting to slide down her face now. “I just want it to stop.”

Samira’s heart breaks at the sight of her wife crying; it was so rare for Emery to fall apart like this, to admit helplessness instead of trying to silently problem-solve. It all makes her want to cry, too, but this wasn’t about her right now. Her wife needed to lean on her, and that was what she would be – a pillar of strength. 

“Yeah,” she murmurs, sliding a hand along Emery's spine, up and down the way she does with Raya when she’s upset. “I know, baby. I wish I could fix it. Tell me what you need and I’ll do it, anything.”

She knows how desperate she sounds, but that’s what she is right now. She’s desperate to take away Emery's pain, desperate to make everything better. She’s always hated seeing people feel strong emotions, but it’s different with Emery and Raya, more personal. 

Emery looks like she’s seriously considering it for a second, then her face softens and she dips down to press her lips to Samira's, not an actual kiss but more just seeking the closeness of it. 

“You’re doing enough,” she murmurs, the words barely leaving her mouth with how close they are. "You're here. That’s all I need, sweetheart. Just stay.”

Samira nods, wrapping an arm more securely around Emery's shoulder. “I wasn't planning to leave, Em.”

[perfectimprecision]

loser4loser lesbians

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

ao3 author victoria who asks trinity about lesbian sex in order to write more realistically, and trinity showing her a more hands on approach

[scout-spaeny]

Mowalsh but it’s Emery obsessing over strapwarming Samira, needing to feel close and connected to her after a hard day at work but too embarrassed to ask for it so she just whines when Samira tries to pull her off

thanks to you anon, my girlfriend looked over my shoulder when I originally read this and her eyes lit up like a damn firework. you’re facing my wrath if she gets ideas.

first nsfw mowalsh let’s do this

vague smut ahead, minors dni or i’ll tell ya mother

• emery isn’t usually this pathetic. usually she’s the more dominant one, she knows when samira needs her and it’s rare that she has to prompt samira when she’s desperate herself. samira keeps up regularly enough that she doesn’t need to. Their sex life is loving and healthy and they’re not adverse to trying new things.

• but today, today emery’s got a bee in her bonnet about something. she doesn’t know if it’s her period coming on or what, but she’s pent up beyond belief. and samira, her beautiful loving samira, is not picking up on it at all and it’s making it worse.

• she’s been wearing the strap since she got home, hoping that putting her grey sweatpants over the top might tempt a bit of notice but samira hasn’t said a word or so much as glanced up from her laptop.

• emery doesn’t want to be that guy, doesn’t want to be the creep that begs their wife to blow them or shove her hand down their pants, but there’s something niggling in the back of her mind about it. she needs to get off.

• eventually it’s all the fidgeting that does her in. samira looks up and spots it, the definitive outline at emery’s crotch as emery adjusts herself for the millionth time. the smirk on her face says it all:

“do you need something, em?”

and for fuck’s sake, emery’s so raring to go that she can’t even quip back, just nods hurriedly and grabs samira’s hand until it’s palming her front.

she doesn’t make words as samira jerks her off, sticking her hand down emery’s sweatpants and finding her dick beneath her boxers, pulling firmly on it as emery’s hips buck up against her.

it’s hard to tell who’s enjoying themselves more, emery for the pressure she’s finally getting or samira for the way she watches emery come apart beneath her.

“you’re a bit pathetic sometimes, aren’t you?”

“mm yeah, yeah baby…”

“can’t even ask me for what you need, just have to grab my hand and stick it where you want it. such a gentleman, aren’t you?”

emery isn’t used to samira talking to her like that but god if it doesn’t do things to her, it’s making her crazy. she can only huff and whimper into her wife’s neck as her hand pumps her beneath her sweatpants, as her teeth bite into the vein in her neck.

she’s not often the one on the bottom but after this, god, she just might be a whole lot more.

[santos-dreaming]

come back baby i miss you 🥺

stop 😭 i’ve only just seen this

[mishamon111]

its so hot outside... can't work

[redrageoused]

age gap yuriiii happy pride everyone :)))

prints :)

[alhashimis]

Baran + her frustrated neck thing

08.00 AM (S02E02) 11.00 AM (S02E05)

[itsallyuriagegap]

How Garsanshimi got 3 cats in 1 day.

Trinity Santos never had pets growing up. But she desperately wanted one. She used to try and save all the little sick animals she found but her mother would always punish her until she gave up. When she and Dennis lived together they realized that they wouldn't be able to be around enough to take care of one.

Yolanda had a cat but it had passed early in their situationship. It had been her baby since she saved it out of a gutter her first semester of college. She hadn't been ready before their 4th of July break and then never brought it back up.

Baran had cats as a child and her parents still have them. But as an adult alone she never had one because she was always worried her seizures would somehow fuck it up. Plus Delal had been allergic to cats much to the dismay of both of them.

The three women seemed to have individually resigned themselves to being petless without ever talking about it.

But about a month after moving in together Trinity comes home with 3 kittens and tears rolling down her cheeks. She's turned her hoodie around and they're all nestled in her hood meowing and making other little noises.

"I'm sorry I didn't call. It's just they were on the side of the road and there was a bigger cat dead in the middle of it and they looked so scared because I know it was their mom. I couldn't leave them there. Please don't be mad. I promise I'll take care of them. I'll use all my own money. Please don't hate me." Trinity babbles, the last sentence spurring her girlfriends into action as they recognize their Love is having war flashbacks to her mom.

"Baby, it's okay we're not mad and we don't hate you." Yolanda says gently, while slowly approaching her. The surgeon peaks into the hood and gasps. One of them looks like Gigi. Her eyes glaze over as she looks at her girlfriend with awe. "Can I?" Trinity nods at her, a small sob leaving her wrecked form.

Yolanda gently takes the small creature into her hands and knows she can't let it or its siblings go. She turns to Baran with a wobbling lip.

The oldest of them tilts her head and looks between her girlfriends with all the love and fondness in the world. She walks over and grabs her wallet before placing it in Trinity's trembling hand. She kisses the youngest cheek before gently taking both kittens from her hood. "It's the first round, so the basics. Maximum of $200. I'm only saying that because Hayat will be very upset that he's not included in the big shop. They look just old enough to not need bottle fed. Lots of kitten food. Litterbox. A bed or two. No more than five toys. And a small scratching post. Hayat will be here in a few days. Neither of you tell him or Delal. Yoyo, give me the kitten so you can go with Trin."

"Okay." Yolanda says almost like she's going to cry. She takes Trinity's hand who's still crying but also smiling and also in shock, and grabs her keys before walking them out the door.

Baran stays still trying not to disturb the somewhat sleepy kittens in her arms as she waits for the car to pull away. Now it's her turn to let tears run down her face. She looks down at them. An orange tabby, a tuxedo, and a calico. All colors she'd had as a child. She pads softly over to the couch and sits, letting them rest in her lap. They stir a bit letting little disgruntled meows out. "Don't worry kucholoha. I'm just getting a blanket to make you all a bed."

She makes a small nest and places them all in it before laying back and situating the nest on her chest. She runs her hands gently over them and they settle again. She smiles at their sleeping forms before whispering, "Welcome to the family. You are about to be the most loved and spoiled kitties in all of Pennsylvania."

[tankbyseatbelts]

dr. samira mohan // burn it down by daughter

digital painting, june 2026