hii ! can i request trip x fem!reader (greaser/curtis brothers sister) where both soc and greaser friend groups support them but at school some other soc girls are bullying the reader for dating trip and are threatening her to break up with him and she does he he’s heartbroken and has no idea why she did it. one of the soc boys tells him that he saw some girls bullying and threatening her and trip gets so angry and he goes to the curtis home and tells the brothers what happened and they take trip to see the reader and trip comforts her and they talk about what happened and they get back together and trip tells her that he would always protect her and doesn’t care what others think.
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Author's Note: yes ofc ofc!
So Much More
Terrance Dipp (Trip) x fem!reader
You’d known dating Trip was gonna be complicated. He was a Soc, you were a greaser— a Curtis, no less—and that alone should’ve been enough to keep you apart. But he wasn’t like the others. He never treated you like you were beneath him. He was sweet, funny, the kind of boy who carried your books and waited outside your classes just to walk you down the hall. Both sides, Socs and greasers alike, eventually warmed up to it.
Except not everyone.
It started small—side eyes in the hallway, whispers behind cupped hands. But it turned sharp, fast. A group of Soc girls cornered you at your locker one day, perfect hair and red lips sneering down at you.
“You really think you belong with him? A Curtis girl?” one of them hissed. “You’re nothing but trouble for him. If you actually care about him, you’ll end it before you ruin his life.”
When they leaned in closer, their threats turned ugly. And maybe it was fear, maybe it was the exhaustion of always feeling like you were fighting to be enough, but that day… you listened. You broke up with Trip. Quick, cold, before you could lose your nerve.
He was devastated. His eyes had gone wide like you’d punched him in the chest. “What…? Why?”
You hadn’t answered. Couldn’t. You just walked away, leaving him standing there with his heart in his hands.
It might’ve stayed that way if one of Trip’s buddies—Brill—hadn’t let something slip a day later.
“Man, I saw those girls givin’ her hell at her locker. Looked serious, too. Maybe that’s why she ended things?”
The second the words left Bril's mouth, Trip’s whole body went rigid. His jaw clenched, fists curling. Nobody—nobody—was gonna scare you away from him.
He stormed straight to the Curtis house, fists pounding on the door until Darry answered. The look on his face was a mix of confusion and irritation—until he saw Trip’s expression.
“I need to talk to her,” Trip said, voice low and sharp. “Some girls at school threatened her. That’s why she broke it off. I swear to God, I’d never hurt her, but she’s hurtin’ herself tryin’ to protect me. Please—just let me see her.”
Darry’s eyes softened. Soda and Pony were hovering behind him now, all three Curtis boys taking in the Soc standing desperate on their porch.
“C’mon,” Darry finally muttered, stepping aside. “She’s upstairs. Don’t make me regret this.”
Your bedroom door creaked open a few minutes later, and there he was—Trip, tall and broad, looking like he’d run through hell to get to you.
“Baby,” he breathed, and that was all it took for the tears you’d been holding back to spill.
“I had to,” you whispered. “They said— they said I wasn’t good enough, that I’d ruin everything for you, and—”
Trip cut you off, crossing the room in two strides. He took your face in his big hands, thumbs brushing your damp cheeks. His eyes burned, not with anger at you, but at what had been done.
“Listen to me. I don’t give a damn what they think. I don’t care if the whole damn school’s against us. You’re mine. I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His voice broke, chest heaving. “And I’ll protect you, always. Nobody scares you off me again. You hear me?”
You nodded, choking back sobs as you clung to him.
Behind the door, you knew the Curtis boys were probably listening, but for once you didn’t care. Trip kissed your forehead, your nose, your lips, holding you like he never wanted to let go.
“Let ‘em talk,” he whispered. “Let ‘em threaten. They don’t get a say. Only you and me.”
A/N: I know it's a little early for Christmas stuff but...
Request: Okay, listen. I NEED Trip. I don't have any idea, I just need something cute with Trip as a partner. Maybe decorating for christmas and giving Portos the reindeer ears, which even makes T'Pol laugh... something like that, bc I love that man? 😥🤔🥰- @rosesandtheuniverse
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“Hey Porthos, what do you think?” The man took a step backwards and admired his handy work. Met with silence he looked at the dog before looking back at the decorations he’d put up in the small corner of his quarters. “It’s something isn’t it?”
He plonked himself down on his bed before scratching the dog behind his ears. He loved the company of Porthos when he could get it. “She should be here any minute now.” reaching over he pulled out some reindeer ears on a headband and placed them on the dog. The sight before him distracted him so much he didn’t even hear you come in.
“Y/N.” he was slightly flustered and got to his feet straight away. You’d been dating for a little while but he still got giddy around you sometimes. A huge smile broke out on his face as he gestured to the small, slightly sad tree, with Christmas decorations covering it.
You smiled and looked back and forth between him and the tree. “You did this?”
“Well it’s in my quarters isn’t it? It’d be weird if T’Pol had snuck in here and done it.”
You playfully nudged him with your shoulder “You know what I meant.” sitting down on the bed you pet Porthos as Trip turned on the small Christmas tree lights.
The man sat beside you and you smiled wider “Trip, you’re genuinely the best.” leaning towards him you placed a kiss to his lips before pulling away.
“I knew you weren’t feeling great and knew you were down about the lack of Christmas spirit on the ship so I thought I’d bring you some.”
“How did you even get this stuff?”
He shrugged “I have a way. I am a man of miracles and mystery.”
“Some deep dark storage cupboard in the depths of the ship?”
He laughed, “That’s for me to know.”
You went to stand to admire the tree when Porthos jumped off the bed and out of Trips quarters, the two of you quickly went to go after him when you were intercepted by T’pol on the other side of the door. You couldn’t be sure but you could swear you could see a smile pulling at her lips for a split second.
“The dog appears to have grown a second set of ears.” she deadpanned as the two of you grinned back at her.
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Star Trek:
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I think it would probably be something adventerous, like rock-climbing or hiking. He would try and make it memorable. If you were on earth I could also see him taking you to visit a well-known museum or something along those lines.
T’Pol
It would be simple. An informal, but elegant dinner and followed by, if on shore leave, a visit to some place of interesting intellectual significance, perhaps a library.
Charles Tucker III
Trip is pretty flexible. If he planned the date it could be anywhere from a tour of the Enterprise, watching a vintage movie, picnic on a beautiful planet, to dinner at a nice restaurant during shore leave. He’ll plan whatever feels most natural and appropriate given your preferences and the given circumstances.
Malcolm Reed
He would go all out, though he would try and make it seem like he wasn’t trying to go all out. Definitely pulling in favors to get Chef to make your favorite meal. If on shore leave he would have absolutely gone planetside first to pick out the perfect romatic spot, at least in his opinion. Everything would be planned to the last detail.
Travis Mayweather
Simple, but fun. It could be something athletic and adventerous like hiking or exploring some incredible natural phenomenon. If stuck on the ship he would probably time the dinner date to coincide with a spectacular nebula, star cluster, etc. The best part of the date though would definetely be his stories. Travis is the type of person anyone could talk to for hours and never get bored.
Hoshi Sato
Romantic but casual. The date would likely involve something concerning alien archaeology, culture, or animals. A visit to ancient ruins, a bustling marketplace, or some kind of zoo or sanctuary.
Dr. Phlox
Even if he suggested the date, he would definitely follow your lead on what you two should actually do. He’s so eager and curious to try new things and learn more about human customs. Whatever you do end up doing, expect to be bombarded with questions.
Trip and Virus with a s/o who's insecure about her weight
Trip
Trip isn’t nearly as observant as Virus, so it would take him a while to notice that something was up - maybe even you directly telling him or Virus mentioning something (because lets be real, if you’re in a relationship with Trip, Virus will also be a part of your everyday life, and he’ll notice these things!)
It had been a long day and Trip was just settling on the couch when his lazy gaze caught you entering the room.
“Hey,”
“hey! how was your day?” You came around to the front of the couch to get a better look at him. You actions caused him to rouse a little more. Your figure much closer now, he lightly pet his own lap, indicating that he wanted you to take a seat...on his lap..
You smiled a little to try and defuse the situation, “I’ve got to finish -”
Trip’s eyebrows furrowed together as he straighten up a little, arms reaching for you and managing to grasp your hips. “It can wait.”
Your worry started to raise as he started to pull you down to sit on his lap,
“Wait, Trip. I’m too heavy!” you blurted out.
He paused for a moment, clearly taken aback by the admission. He almost looked annoyed by it.
“Of course you’re not, ______.”
That was that, he pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you before asking,
“Why would you say something like that?”
Although Trip has a bit of a complex of his own, he would have trouble understanding your own insecurities. In his eyes you couldn’t be more perfect and he would struggle to understand why you couldn’t see that. It’s a bit of a double standard actually.
Trip isn’t the best when it comes to words. He can come across as harsh or aggressive because of how direct he is.
When first hearing about your weight insecurities, this is exactly how he’d come across - it wouldn’t be reassuring in the slightest but bless him he is trying, in his own way.
Once you spent some time explaining your feelings about the matter and he saw how much it really affected you, he’d calm down about it and just listen. He’s good at listening.
Trip likes to touch you (outside of a sexual manor), just a casual hand on your leg when your sitting on the couch, or pulling you down to sit on his lap (absolute fav!) etc. If you started to show discomfort towards these actions because you weren’t feeling comfortable with your own body - he’s going to struggle with it. He shows his love though physical affection, he’s not good with other methods.
He will try his best though, if it really makes you that upset.
Whenever you are feeling down about your weight, he will use physical affection to express his feelings for you in hopes that it will change your opinion. He is also quick to tell you that he loves you regardless.
I do have a headcannon that Trip likes his girls a little more on the Thicc side, but if you aren’t happy then either is he. He’s supportive in the ways that he knows how to be.
Also, if anyone ever made a comment about your weight - RIP them.
Virus
Virus is considerably interested in people and how they operate. Insecurities would truly be fascinating to him.
The concrete of Virus’s personality in being clever and unbelievably observant. It is safe to say that he would be aware that something was wrong far before you tell him about any insecurities. It’s probably something that he could even pinpoint before you became a couple. It’s like a little puzzle for him that keeps him continually intrigued.
However, being able to identify an issue from the outside perspective is very different from discussing it on a personal level and actually hearing about the depths of concern.
He’d find the opportunity to bring it up/confirm his theory.
Standing in the bedroom with you, he presented a very cute but rather tight and reveling outfit he’d bought for you.
“do you like it?”
You nodded your head slowly, taking the fabric from him and rubbing your fingers against the textures.
“Try it on for me, won’t you?” He leaned in closer to you, eyes unreadable and a small curve at the corner of his lips. He knew what he was doing.
When you’d break down and express that as much as you really did like the outfit he’d bought you, it wasn’t something that you were comfortable wearing, he knew he had one foot in the door. A few more questions and he was getting down to the root of your concerns about the outfit - you were insecure about your body.
Virus is good with words, not only would he be a good person to talk to about this subject to simply get it off your chest a little, he’d be game to talk it through with you to find the root of the insecurities.
Virus is an information gatherer and therefore a problem solver. He is more than willing to sit with you and talk out your insecurities whenever you need, but he won’t stand for you talking down about yourself.
Again being so observant, he’s very good about checking in with you. If you aren’t as open to talking to him about it, yet he notices your having a negative day with your opinions about your weight, he will ever so slightly pry that door open again. It’s a reminder that he’s there to help but he’s not going to be overbearing about it. He trusts that if you need him, you’ll come to him.
He doesn’t really empathize with insecurities like this as he’s truly never felt insecure, however he does understand how insecurities effect people.
Most importantly, he understands the time that it takes to change your opinion of yourself. Virus is very realistic about it all, so he doesn’t believe that him telling you that you are wrong will change your opinion of yourself. He knows that it needs to come from within.
Having said that though, you might notice more compliments about your looks or outfits then usual. He means it too.
He’ll do what he can to be your moral support throughout and push you to build your confidence regardless of your size.
You liked the watchtower. It offered a place to escape to when you needed to drown out the world, and you had made it as comfortable as possible. You believed that no one ever visited the watchtower until Jennifer nearly shot you.
You were reading your book and placing a bowl of snacks you had brought with you down when the brunette appeared around a pillar, aiming her blaster at you. You screamed and followed her orders to lie face down on the ground.
“Wait! I know her! It’s okay!” You felt hands on your arms and looked at Wesley as he helped you to your feet.
“Wes?” You asked. “What the hell is going on?”
“Yeah. Sorry.” He said. “What are you doing here?”
“Reading! Or trying to.”
You looked at the four people behind him, and your eyes focused on a green-haired man before you forced yourself not to stare at the green light on his forehead.
“Again. What’s going on?”
“Long story.” He said.
You shook your head and lifted your bag. “Yeah, I’m sure it is.” You went to storm away when the green-haired man stopped you.
He smiled, jogging over to you and held out the book you were reading. “You forgot this.”
“Thanks.” You smiled faintly before walking away.
Wesley looked at Jennifer before following after you. “Wait! Please, you have to listen to me!” He chased you out the watchtower, and you turned around, unfazed by the rain. “You can’t tell anyone they’re here.”
“Aw, and I was going to tell the press and get a reward. Darn it!” You walked away, and he followed.
“Please!”
You sighed, turning around to look at him. “What are they cops or something?”
“Or something.” He smiled.
You looked over his shoulder when the four people walked out the watchtower and rolled your eyes. “Fine! I didn’t see them!”
“Thank you!” He hugged you and you groaned.
Your mothers were close friends, and you and Wes had been as well at one time. But as you grew older, his father played a part in separating you, and you drifted apart naturally. You only spoke in the streets when you saw each other, and that was what remained of your friendship—small talk.
He laughed as you looked up at the watchtower. “I can’t believe you still come here.” He stood beside you, looking up at the clock where you would spend your time together when you were younger, sitting and talking in-depth about your life.
“If you give me a hundred grand.” Wes pulled away, and you smiled at him. “Kidding.”
You missed those moments though you didn’t show it. The watchtower was a safe place for you to cry when you needed to and your memories with Wes remained in that room behind the clock. Boxes filled with toys, pictures, and books of your childhood.
You looked away with a sad smile. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t say a word about them if I can read in that room.”
Wesley nodded. “Okay, deal.”
“No disturbances.” You warned before heading inside.
Over the next two weeks, you and Wesley grew close again, if not closer than you had been before, as he broke his promise to leave you in peace. He started looking in boxes, which turned into an afternoon laughing and reminiscing about your past together.
Then Trip came up to tell Wes that they needed to go - something that happened often. You knew there was something odd about the group, but you weren’t going to dive deeper into the mystery and kept to yourself. The only time you would talk to them was when you entered the watchtower or when you left.
Trip often looked at the ceiling as if he could see through the wood and watch you reading a book you had brought with you. He was warned off by Jen about talking to you when he expressed his desire to get to know you better. You had brief conversations - mostly greetings or goodbyes - but every now and then, you would bring snacks or visit the ice cream parlor and surprise them with ice cream.
When you first met, you appeared to be someone who didn’t like to get close, who killed to isolate themselves from the world. Which you did, but lately, he became less afraid to talk to you in fear you’d shut him down. He knew that you were unsure of what he was, reading your mind to find you were analyzing the gem on his forehead.
You were smart, and within a month, you had ideas and theories about who they were. You could hear whispers in the walls and knew they weren’t from this time and that he wasn’t human. But you were like Wesley and accepted him and weren’t unkind to him as others in the future had been.
It was Trip that told you the truth. The rest of the team was gone while he worked on equipment that would benefit their fight. You walked in with ice cream, which had become a weekly occurrence, and was surprised that he was alone.
“Hey.”
“Hi!” He smiled at you.
“Where is everyone?” You asked, approaching him and looking at the piece of equipment that he was building.
You sat beside him and shrugged your shoulders. “More for us then.” You handed him a spoon, and he smiled at you, which made you smile in return.
You started talking about the most random thing you could think of, which started off the longest conversation you had ever had with anyone who wasn’t Wesley. You learned about each other through twenty questions, and in the end, you decided to get some answers.
“Are you criminals?” You asked.
“What - no! In fact, we arrest them.”
“So space cops? I was right? Ha!”
Trip smiled at you. “Time Force.”
“Wait - as in Power Rangers? Like on the news?” You asked.
Trip told you everything there was to know about Ransik, about the fate of the last Red Ranger, and how they stole an aircraft to chase Ransik back to your time.
Jen wasn’t happy when the rest of the team got back. But Wesley was quick to remind her that you hadn’t told anyone that they had taken over the watchtower, that you could be trusted. She still wasn’t thrilled, but Trip’s excitement when he showed you around their temporary base was infectious.
The Yellow Ranger gave the strongest hugs, which was another thing you learned. Katie quickly became one of your closest friends.
Kissing Trip had been a split second instinctive action. He was laughing while you ate snacks you had brought. You surprised him, but he was quick to reciprocate when he felt you pulling away.
You knew he would have to leave when his job was done, but you both agreed that you would enjoy the time you had together as if he wasn’t going to eventually go back to his own time, which was harder than you believed yet worth it to relish in the time you had together.
Being captured by Cyclobots on your way to the watchtower wasn’t what you expected on a Saturday afternoon. You knew Trip would realize that you were late for your date, so you were as worried as little as you could be trapped in a cage in a quarry while a mutant threatened to destroy your friends after using you as bait.
You gasped when a Cyclobot hit the cage, and your smile grew when you saw Trip destroy three Cyclobots before gripping the bars on the cage.
“Ransik!” You looked up from the ground when Wesley called out, and a smile formed on your lips when you saw four of them. Your eyebrows furrowed when you couldn’t see Trip.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
You nodded. “Nothing, an ice pack, won’t fix.” You smiled when he opened the cage and hugged him tightly, feeling your feet leave the ground briefly.
He held your hand as you raced up the dirt, Trip blasting Cyclobots when they tried to stop you. Two arms grabbed you from behind, and you rolled backward down the hill.
“Y/N!”
He jumped, landing at the bottom, catching you when you rolled to the bottom. He kicked the Cyclobot away, shooting it with his blaster.
“Okay, not so good.” You murmured.
You looked at the circle of Cyclobots when they surrounded you, pushing yourself to your feet. “I have an idea.”
His expression was unreadable behind his helmet, but you could sense his confusion when you rested your hands on his shoulders.
Trip caught on quickly and spun you around. You kicked the Cyclobots down and ran up the hill.
“Stay here.” He told you when you found a hiding spot.
You placed your hands on his helmet and kissed the shiny green top. “Be careful.”
Trip smiled at you behind the helmet before rushing off and you watched as the Rangers fought with their megazord, resulting in a victory while Ransik escaped.
You bit your lip as he ran by before quickly deciding to follow him.
Which is how you ended up being used as a barrier between him and the Rangers.
“Let her go, Ransik!” Jen ordered.
“As you wish.” He tossed you down to the quarry before running away when their attention was on you.
Trip sprinted after you, slipping and falling a few feet away from you. He scurried over and rolled you onto your back.
“Y/N? Y/N?” His green suit disappeared as his eyes checked over your injuries.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your eyes?” You whispered.
Trip bit his lip, smiling at you while your eyes opened.
“And how much I really hate that guy. Sorry, he got away.”
Wesley approached you with the others as they demorphed and smiled softly as he took your hand. “You’re more important.”
He and Trip helped you stand, and you leaned against Trip, who kissed your cheek.
You spent the night at the watchtower for the first time, and when you shuffled during the night, you woke up, causing Trip to stir. He turned to you and smiled softly.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Just thinking.” You told him.
“About what?” He leaned on his elbow and you touched his cheek affectionately.
“About how much I’m going to miss you when you leave.”
Trip kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you while you rested your head on his chest.
“I know. I’ll miss you too. I-I…I love you.” He confessed.
You lifted your head, meeting his unsure gaze. It was the first time those words had been spoken, although you knew how you felt about each other months ago.
“I love you too.” You placed a hand on his cheek, kissing him tenderly.
You didn’t know how you knew, but you did. You knew that your time together was almost up. Ransik would be captured soon, and the Rangers would leave you and Wesley behind.
That day on the cliff never stopped hurting. You would always remember the tears as your heart was broken as you said goodbye.
Wesley took you to the car, and once you were both inside, he handed you a letter. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw the date and time scribbled on it. The date was weeks away, and you had no idea what it meant.
Trip went towards the aircraft and looked back before he was taken onboard. Wesley held you as you cried. You watched him join the Silver Guardians and did your best to smile.
You went to the watchtower every day, and Wesley would find you, bringing you out to rejoin the world that continued to thrive.
You were looking through boxes of photographs taken with Trip and the team when you heard the floorboards creak. You turned to find Trip standing with a smile and rushed forward to hug him.
“I knew I’d find you here.” He smiled brightly.
You buried your head in his white suit, tears falling down your cheeks.
“Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.” He said, tears of his own falling down his cheeks.
You lifted your head and he wiped away your tears. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly.
It was a regular occurrence. He would leave notes with a date and time for when to meet as if he knew where to would be. You could be walking down the street and see the note on, a telephone pole or at a flower shop.
You didn’t see him every day, but Trip made sure that your paths crossed often enough to have a future together.
You were the perfect bait to lure the Rangers back then. And you still were. Only this time, the team wouldn’t let criminals find out that a girl from long ago had captured the heart of one of their agents. You were safe in the past, and Trip made sure to keep it that way while still visiting you as often as he could.
Neither of you knew that it was an older version of himself that ensured you always bumped into each other. Even if it meant erasing his own timeline so that he could have the one he always wanted. Because in his mind, it was worth it.
