#garsantwalsh

[whiitkrs]

yolanda getting jealous of (her ex) baran's subtle flirting with (yolanda's current situationship) trinity, so she attempts to get back at them by getting back with emery (another of her exes who also just happens to be baran's ex-fling and somebody who trinity has admitted after a few drinks that she would sleep with), but then baran starts flirting with yolanda again, and emery's flirting with trinity now, so who is really at fault when they all fall into bed together?

[softandsentimental]

Do you have any GraciaXSantosxWalsh hc’s 👀

MHM HM oh yes i do! this ship is my roman empire, so thank you for asking! i'm terrible at headcanons, but here you go anyways!

i will die on this hill: walsh and garcia have been in an on and off situationship/ fwb mess for YEARS. like since residency

they never fully got over each other but also didn't work out in an actual relationship bc they're too similar/ have hardcore commitment issues

we've all seen how garsantos is going (and crashing), so i'd like to think walsh often hears from garcia about the issues they're having and is fucking tired of it

imagine this: after months of listening to garcia complain, walsh decides to do something about it.

she hunts down santos to ask her out, half to make garcia jealous and half because she's slightly intrigued as to who this intern is, especially after she heard about the REBOA during pittfest

so they go out for drinks, and once she's a little tipsy, santos starts talking about how much she likes garcia and how frustrating it is to not know what they're doing

walsh, having some sort of half baked idea, asks santos to come home with her. once they're in an uber, she texts garcia and tells her to come over, leaving out the part about who she's with

santos and garcia both try to run when they arrive at walsh's house and see each other, but she forces them inside and well, i'll let you use your imagination for the rest :)

but i'll give you this: when they get out of bed the next morning, it's with the understanding that what happened last night WILL be happening again

other HCs:

walsh and garcia both prefer to dom, while santos is a switch but prefers to sub.

definitely see walsh as having a really plush bed, like king size super thick and soft mattress, maybe a ton of pillows; santos and garcia both love sleeping over at her place just for it

garcia and walsh hate giving up control, which results in a lot of conflict both in and out of the bedroom; a lot of the time, it ends with santos between them and competing over her.

let me know if you wanna see anything else, i may just end up writing a one-shot for them but we shall see :)

[whiitkrs]

emery coming home from a shift gone overtime to a note on the kitchen counter from yolanda reading, "good luck :)", only to enter the bedroom and find trinity bare, facedown, and squirming around on the (very much rustled) mattress, hands tied with the silk rope they usually save for special occasions, a subtle buzz making itself known from between her legs.

goddamn you, garcia.

"hey there, honey,"

the purr of emery's voice startled trinity, her head launching up from her place on the pillow. a string of drool dripped from her lip, and emery watched it fall, as grey bloomed on white. the only response trinity could manage was a pathetic whimper followed by an even more sad arch of her back. or at least an attempt at one.

emery stepped closer to the bed, dragging her hand across the sheets.

"ohh, mommy left you such a mess, didn't she?" she clicked her tongue in disapproval. "she needs to learn her manners, don't you agree?"

again, nothing more than a whimper elicited from trinity.

poor thing was so far gone, her thoughts all gone to focusing on the vibration to her soaked cunt as her hips mindlessly swiveled and bucked against its massages.

a hand rested on trinity's stomach as emery finally met her destination at the head of the bed. the skin was hot to the touch, a delicious sheen of sweat dripping off her.

(emery fought every urge she had to lick it all up, and bury her nose in the scent of it)

"well, i think you deserve a treat for putting up with all of this. such a good girl."

that instantly earned another buck, and a punched out moan, more powerful than her pathetic little whimpers moments earlier.

emery couldn't help but chuckle, "patience, baby. just lay there and be good, hm?"

her hand drifted down, down south, sad little "please"'s babbling out from trinity, as emery shushed her.

"shh, daddy's got you."

[whiitkrs]

emery walsh doesn't want to hate trinity santos.

she doesn't want to have a negative bias against the R2 who she knows is a brilliant doctor based off that REBOA she pulled somehow successfully on her first day. she doesn't want to deal out snarky comments everytime she works alongside her, when trinity covers or pulls a double.

it's just natural instinct for emery to hate her.

her primal, animalistic instinct to shiver in anger as she remembers seeing trinity's hips arching against yolanda's loosened scrub pants in the stairwell, head against the wall as the other woman nipped and sucked over her pale neck.

"so fucking easy for me," yolanda had growled out, that single phrase echoing in emery's ears for days after.

trinity seemed so pliant under yolanda's grip, her slender hands clutching a handful of trinity's ass. slender hands that worked quickly and efficiently during surgery. that was where they belonged.

yolanda and her skills and her wit and quick-thinking and abrasiveness belonged in the OR, belonged in emery's OR.

she wonders if trinity knows how easy yolanda is under the right guidance, under emery's own guidance.

how easy a quick demand can shut down her train of thought, and turn her into a pathetic pussydrunk slut within a second flat.

how easy her huffing and puffing can be reduced to whimpers and grunts as emery pumps three fingers harshly in and out of her, ignoring her aching clit all the way.

how easy it is to get her to beg, when she hasn't had a chance to cum all night, bouncing on emery's strap, crying out "daddy, please– need to– fuck! needa cum, please daddy, please, been so good..." til emery relents and massages her clit until the begging turns to screams as yolanda squirts all over her cock.

how easy it is to get her cuddled up against emery's chest, quietly whimpering and reaching out for the other woman's warmth, as emery kisses her head and whispers soft praises.

emery decides she really doesn't want to know if trinity has seen that side of yolanda. because it really just might make her hate her more.

[whiitkrs]

i think we need to let emery walsh be more evil.

oh, abbot's been actively seeing samira? would be a shame if her fellow vet just.. didn't make it home after his double shift one day. emery would play the grieving friend right alongside samira, offer her comfort, until the resident has no choice but to keep using her as a crutch emotionally and physically.

garcia's been messing around with santos behind her back? they should've just offered her an invitation, then she wouldn't have had to kidnap them, force herself into their relationship. is it really forcing though if it's where she's truly belonged this whole time?

[whiitkrs]

send prompts/drabble reqs pls 🥹