- the fall -
trinity santos x fem!reader
cw: none!
summary: you eat shit in the middle of pittsburgh, but meet a sexy doctor along the way
a/n: so this is almost entirely based off something that happened to me two days ago except there was no hot trinity santos :(
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Though you just moved to Pittsburgh a few weeks ago, you decide to familiarize yourself with the lay of the land- both geographically and physically- as soon as possible. You want Pittsburgh to feel like home- to be a regular somewhere, to have friends outside of work, and neighbors you exchange pleasantries with in the hallways of your apartment. So, when you discover that two blocks over is a farmer’s market hosted every Saturday morning, you jump eagerly at the chance, hoping to play nice with vendors and immerse yourself in the city culture.
You come prepared with a tote bag for your goodies and your light blue water bottle rattling with ice, a lesbian charm clinking against the metal as you walk. What you’ve not prepared for, however, is the uneven, crumbling nature of the sidewalk surrounding the market. It’s surely hard enough to walk on it in the best of shoes, but you’re in platform sandals, making it even worse.
You’ve just finished at the fruit stand, purchasing a basket of strawberries and a few apples, when the worst thing possible happens; one second, you’re happily traipsing down the street, and the next you’ve hit the ground hard, strawberries flying everywhere. It happens so fast you’re a little dumbfounded, but you’re even more aware of the many people looking your way- especially from the loud clang your metal water bottle made against the pavement.
A loud laugh sounds from above you and you look up, cheeks warming in embarrassment as the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen laughs at your expense. Your face must give away your dismay because she covers her mouth apologetically, barely hiding her still-large grin.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, are you okay?” she asks, offering her hand to you.
You giggle sheepishly, taking her hand gratefully and standing, “yeah I’m okay. My ego is more bruised than anything.”
“Yeah, I don’t blame you. If I were you, though I’d never trip like that, I’d have to die.”
Your smile widens, eyes rolling playfully, “wow, thanks-“
“Trinity,” the brunette shares, eyes softening slightly.
You finally drop her hand gently, offering your own name in return. You take a second to appreciate her more closely, admiring the way her short, brown hair curls around her ears and her long, white skirt flows around her hips. Her green eyes are striking in the sun , and you find yourself transfixed by them.
“Are you sure you’re okay,” she asks gently, fingers dusting over your wrist, “I’m a doctor, so I feel the need to ask.”
God, she’s sexy and she’s a doctor?
“I promise, I really am. Thank you, Trinity.”
Her smile widens at the use of her first name and her eyes dart quickly over your body, “well, I still think maybe you could use a good check up in a few days…maybe over coffee? Doctor’s orders.”
You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, barely suppressing the dopey grin on your face, “well if it’s doctor’s orders, who am I to disagree?”
“Smart girl,” she praises, sending a chill up your spine.
You part ways with one another’s numbers saved in your phones and big fat smiles on your faces. Just as you’re settling back at home you receive a text:
Doctor Hottie: make it home okay?
You: yes, thank you x
You: see you saturday for our “appointment”?
Doctor Hottie: see you then, gorgeous ;)