[templecat]

Intro post I guess

I go by Bee, or Lucky. She/Her, bi.

This is mainly for my yuri posting from the Pitt. Big fan of Santos/Garcia/Al-Hashimi but honestly all yuri is good yuri from that show.

SFW writing NSFW writing All

Firmly transinclusive blog.

Open to asks, prompts etc. I'll write headcanons or short scenes, unless it gets too long and ends up on ao3. Yays and Nays for that below the cut ⬇️

Will happily write:

Angst/Hurt Comfort

Character details/HCs

Fluff: platonic and romantic

Crack HCs as long as they're funny

Smut: praise, D/S, Brat/Brat-Tamer, multi, oral fixation, edging, phone/video, breeding kink, body worship

This list is not exclusive, if it's not on the No list below feel free to ask, I might not do it but we're all learning new things about ourselves

Might write if I fuck with it in the moment:

Knifeplay, mommy/daddy kink, dp

Character death

Won't write and please don't ask:

Any smut to do with minors or age play (and if you want that please get the fuck off my blog)

Explicit SA/Non-con. Writing about someone dealing with their trauma from that I will do, but the focus is never on the event and I won't write anything where that is a kink or sexualised.

Pregnancy kink

Scat/watersports

Furry/Pet play

/Reader

[templecat]

My wishlist for scenes in The Pitt Season 3:

Garsantos making out sloppy style

[applesdream]

was scrolling on pinterest and it inspired this...

you're welcome ❤️

[djkerr]

The Pitt cast BTS during Entertainment Weekly's “Entertainers of the Year” shoot (December 2025).

📷 Matthew Douglas Banister via banisterfilm IG

[vieapples]

“no i’m not a human” but sepideh because i freaking love her

[sapphicctigress]

she’s so sleepy

[perfectimprecision]

you do not need to like garsantos. you can want santos with someone else, though i encourage you to at least consider the significance of having such a relationship on a show like “the pitt.”

however, you do need to recognize the blatant racism that has taken root in most anti-garsantos sentiments.

garcia is abrasive. at times, she can be mean. in season 2, the whole “nepo baby” situation is a bit aggressive.

but garcia is not aggressive. she, in the grand scheme of things, is not mean. her softest moments are with santos.

the conclusion that garcia is abusive, and the conclusion that she is sexually promiscuous, or a fuckboy, is rooted in racism. in prejudiced ideas that have been used to dehumanize black and brown women for centuries.

many have said this, and it is not my intention to repeat the sentiment simply for the sake of it. i bring this up again so that we might also consider the infantilization of santos that often goes hand in hand with this sort of prejudice against garcia.

with garcia painted as an abuser, santos becomes the abused. a narrative is crafted that frames santos as someone who needs to be saved from garcia, effectively stripping her of all her agency and autonomy. she is made small, relegated to the category or status of helpless victim, denied her full personhood.

that is infantilization.

it is also racism.

infantilization is a core tenet of racism.

when you engage with fan content, particularly of other santos ships, and particularly of barantos—though i appreciate barantos, there are a non-negligible number of works that present at least one of these phenomena—do not do so idly. just because it is not real does not mean that it has no bearing on what is.

garcia is not abusive. santos is not helpless. al-hashimi is not her savior.

stop denying these women their personhood. their humanity. stop making these complicated, nuanced characters into racist caricatures.

[templecat]

Miller and Walsh playing matchmaker with lesbotron 3000 (Santos) and Dada (Garcia). Failing over again and watching Dr. McLoser stumble over an R2 with mo hope of things ever getting better ... until Wlash finds them cuddling in a call room during a snowstorm

I'm so sorry for the late reply, I did not realise ask notifications just got ate up among all the rest of them 😭 I have missed a few it seems...

But 100% vibe with this. Miller and Walsh scoff at the ED betting board but bet amongst themselves all the time. So far the winner for who gets Garcia and Santos to actually do something about all their sexual tension is walking away with: one swapped shift (no questions asked), one Get Out of Shamsi Free card, and a week's worth of (actually drinkable) coffee from the cafe across the road.

Miller has good intentions but absolutely no bite. He keeps recommending dinner-date spots and pop-up art shows, to an increasingly confused Yolanda. She eventually asks if he's having relationship troubles, and he gets so embarrassed he backs off for a week.

Emery has no such reservations. She riles Yolanda up, knowing the way to spur her into action is through rage-baiting. Oh you look so tense, maybe you should find some way to 'relax'.

Have you thought about doing something about that? What? That massive boner you get every time Santos walks past. Yolanda smacks her.

She catches Trinity in the ED one time, spots Yolanda walking towards her, and flirts shamelessly with the R2. Trinity's ears go pink but she smiles, and for a brief moment Emery actually thinks Yolanda is going to tackle her right outside Trauma 1.

After weeks of this Miller and Walsh are starting to think the bet will never be won. Until Emery opens the door to the surgical on-call room one night, and sees the two of them curled up together, dead to the world, in each other's arms.

She swears quietly, closes the door. Decides that maybe she can admit they've been wrong. This doesn't exactly look new. As much as she wants to shake the lovebirds awake and yell at them for costing her her winnings, she leaves them be.

But she definitely decides that she's going to tease Yolanda about being the little spoon. She's not that nice.

[santos-dreaming]

i do think yolanda and trinity’s communication styles (or lack their of) leads to issues when they both finally agree to giving dating an actual go

especially as it gets more serious because yolanda doesn’t necessarily need the levels of reassurance trinity does, is secure that trinity likes her, likes being around her, spending their free time together. but when yolanda realises she loves trinity she doesn’t quite know what to do with that feeling, too big for her to work out how to say the words, so she just doesn’t…

and trinity knows she loves yolanda but doesn’t want to be the one to say it first. is always toeing the line between forced nonchalance and being too needy, and even though yolanda, since they’ve started dating at least, has never given her reason to doubt that she likes her a lot, there’s still that pebble of doubt

so the two idiots just orbit around one another, around and around until it’s yolanda that breaks first, off a double shift from hell that then ran over even more, sleep deprived and crawling into bed next to trinity who has been lounging in yolanda’s apartment on her own day off. mumbling sleepily as she curls up against her, cozy and warm, i love you

and trinity freezes, save for her hand which she keeps moving rhythmically along yolanda’s spine for a few minutes and then quietly, even though she knows yolanda is already dead to the world, i love you too

[stormc1oud]

babes from da pitt

[evelina-maar]

sugar, spice and everything nice✨️

[itsallyuriagegap]

The Guest Chair

@pitt-yuri-week Day 7

Free Day // Have Fun - Garsanshimi - it's just all smut - Garcia is unable to participate - I can't even give a preview the smut starts in the first sentence - MDNI

Everyone say thank you to @santos-dreaming for requesting this!

Yolanda knows she’s in deep when Baran takes out a second harness after getting Trinity’s set with hers. The surgeon instinctively goes to get out of the chair to help her but is immediately reminded by the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Baran of course immediately notices and smirks. 

“See Asalam, I told you the cuffs were needed.” Baran says lowly, looking over at Trinity. The youngest nods at her. But neither of them even cast a quick glance at Yolanda who’s already feeling desperate as she looks between them. 

Her eyes follow Baran to the closest and her mouth goes dry. She's putting on the strap that she normally fucks Trinity with. That's hers to fuck her girl with. The one she's been using since before they all got together. 

“Baran what the fuck? That's mine.” Yolanda growls trying to stand yet again, but this time with more force and she nearly sends herself and the chair sideways onto the floor. Baran and Trinity yet again don't cast a glance at her. She's three feet from the right side of the bed in a kitchen chair. Her ankles have about two inches of wiggle room and her hands are shackled behind her back with an extra chain that connects to the bar at the bottom of the chair. 

Baran doesn't spear Yolanda a glance as she approaches the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs for me Trinity.” Baran softly commands. The younger woman immediately complies with a sigh. “That's a good girl. You warmed up like I asked?” She nods and the attending smiles. “Very good.” She climbs onto the bed and crawls slowly up. 

“Baran, take off that strap!” Yolanda demands, pulling at her restraints. “It's mine! It's fucking mine!” Yolanda's voice getting louder and somewhat frantic. That's hers for her to fuck her good girl with. To make her see stars. Hers. Hers. HERS. “Trinity, close your legs right now!”

Her demands of course ignored. This is what they agreed to. Yolanda wanted this. She wanted to give up all power. Have no choice unless she said ‘red.’ They laid most things out with certain things like what exactly Baran and Trinity would be doing together was left out to intensify the feeling of helplessness.

And now she's facing that mystery head on. Trinity only opens her legs wider while Baran steps between them. It's just then that Yolanda notices the lube in Baran's hand. She puts some in her hand, pumping the strap around her hips and all three women moan. The moans only grow louder when Baran applies more to her hands and takes hold of Trinity's strap doing the same. 

“Fuck Baran!” Trinity whines. She reaches out and takes a hold of the oldest woman's hips. “In please I've been good please.” She begs.

“You have been such a good girl for me. Waiting so patiently while I got our guest set up.” Baran coos.

“Guest?!” Yolanda yells. She immediately tries to break out again. But the restraints are solid. Definitely worth the pretty penny they paid for all three of them to have a set of their own. A whimper slips past her lips. “Baran please. That's mine.”

Baran answers her by lining the strap up to Trinity’s cunt and pushing in. The youngest’s back immediately arches off the bed as she moans. “Bee. Fuck feels so good.” She whimpers.

“That's good Baby, I'm glad.” Baran hums as she takes the hand that was guiding her strap and wraps it back around Trinity’s. “You're going to let me play with your cock while I fuck you right sweet girl?”

Trinity just nods at first but as soon as Baran slows her hand she finds her voice in the form of a whimper. “Yes. Fuck yes please. Please please.”

Baran just hums as she bottoms out. Trinity keens and the attending responses by pulling out just a bit and slamming back in making the R3’s back arch harshly. “Baran!” She cries.

Yolanda watches on as the oldest sets an intense pace, slamming into Trinity like she might never get to do this again. “That's right Asalam, it's just you and me. I'm gonna take care of you.” Baran says, breath heavy, as her hand sinks up with her hips. 

Trinity lets out a sob that Yolanda knows as her being fully consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body. The surgeon remembers that Trinity also has a grinding pad on. She sees tears roll down Trinity’s temples and if she could she would saw her hands and feet off to be able to lean over her younger girlfriend and lick the tears away. 

She moans, rutting her hips against the chair but no relief comes. Baran stripped her so she couldn’t find friction with her underwear. “Baran.” Yolanda gasps. “Please let me out. Let me sit behind her please.” She begs.

Baran must take it a sign to fuck their younger girlfriend with even more fervor. She lets go of Trinity’s strap while keeping the pace of her hips and pushes her other woman's legs up toward her chest. “Hold your legs for me, pretty girl. ‘m gonna make you forget your name.”

Trinity manages a whine and nods, tears flowing like a river. Baran leans down and licks at the tears. “So pretty when you cry for me. When you take me so well like the best girl. My good girl.”

It's then that Baran casts a quick knowing smug glance at Yolanda. “All mine.” She growls before bringing her full attention back to Trinity.

“All yours!” Trinity cries.

Baran sets herself up straight again and becomes frenzied. She takes hold of Trinity's strap again, stroking it so her fist slams against the base. 

“Baran! I–I–I PLEASE!” Trinity screams.

Baran moans in response. “You gonna cum for me, Babygirl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna make a mess of my sheets?”

“Yes YES please!” She begs. 

Baran says nothing else and just keeps her frenzied pace while Trinity moans, babbles, and begs for the oldest woman. The sound of their skin slapping together is absurdly filthy and Yolanda wishes she could record it. The oldest woman just watches, mouth opens in awe of the woman under her completely falling apart. 

Yolanda’s not sure how long it's been but suddenly Trinity starts to shake. “Cum for me baby. Cum right now.” Baran commands.

The youngest doesn't disappoint as the grip on her legs give out and her back snaps up in an almost impossible way. Her mouth is open in a silent cry for a few moments before an obscene, loud moan slips past. Yolanda watches the space where their bodies meet and sees cum splashing up onto both their stomachs. She'd give a kidney to clean them with her tongue. 

“Good girl. My best girl.” Baran says over the noise, letting the strap go so she can keep her pace and lean over Trinity. “Stay with me Baby. I'll slow down in a minute.” She says before crashing their lips together. 

A whine leaves Yolanda's lung and her hips strain for anything to relieve the ache between her legs. “Baran, please let me out. Please.” She nearly sobs. 

She's ignored again and she's stuck listening to the wet sounds of their skin slapping together and watching them melt into one another.

Baran's hips slow as she pulls away from the kiss. She looks down at Trinity with all the love in the world. And then her face quirks into a hungry smirk. 

Yolanda's mouth drops open as Baran undoes her harness but leaves the strap in Trinity. Then she rises up and climbs until her cunt is hovering over Trinity’s strap. 

“We're gonna cum together now, okay Baby? Then we'll go get cleaned up.” Baran coos. As soon as Trinity nods, Baran sinks down onto the strap all the way to the base. “Fuck, Baby. I'm so full. Now you lay back and let me ride you. I've got you.” Trinity can only nod again.

Baran smiles down at her and lets loose. She rides Trinity with a vigor Yolanda's not sure she's ever seen. Both women let moans and whimpers rip from their lungs as they build to an orgasm together. 

Yolanda has accepted her fate but still ruts her hips like a mad woman, matches Baran's speed. She moans with them hoping they'll look at her. Trinity almost does when she moans extra loud but Baran just grabs her jaw, keeping it so they only see each other. 

“If our guest wants to cum she'll figure it out, Asalam. She doesn't need your attention.” Baran says condescendingly, and it makes both Trinity and Yolanda moan again.

Yolanda keeps going. Watching. Moaning. And suddenly she feels it. A slow building warmth in her stomach. Oh my god. She watches Baran hips jack up and down on Trinity and it's the hottest thing she's ever seen. The way both their tits bounce with the force. The sounds they make. They're her perfect girls. They're hers. Even if they're pretending right now that they're not. The warmth keeps building along with them.

“Fuck!” They all say in unison.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Yolanda whines as her thighs start to shake with fatigue. “Fuck, you two are so beautiful it's gonna make me cum. Fuck please cum so I can please. Please, I need it please!” She begs as tears roll down her cheeks. “Please.” A sob following after.

Both Trinity and Baran moan and the woman on top drops her head back. “Let's not keep our guest waiting, Baby. I want you to cum in 3… 2… 1.” Baran commands. 

Yolanda knows the count down was for Trinity, but tell that to her attention and touch starved brain. Her clit throbs and her core clenches around nothing as her orgasm ripped through her body. A cry of relief soars out of her and her head falls forward. Her ears are ringing and her eyes are squeezed shut as her body shakes. She feels tears falling onto her bare thighs. I need them. I need them so bad. I just want them to look at me. Please be looking at me when I look up. Please. 

But before she can raise her head she feels her chair being moved forward. 

Her head shoots up and finds Baran reaching out to her. A gentle hand finds her cheek and wipes at the tears. Another hand finds her knee and her eyes find a very blissed out Trinity smiling at her.

“You did so well, Azizam.” Baran whispers, leaning in to kiss Yolanda gently. When she pulls back just a bit she softens more before leaning back in, this time letting her tongue collect the tears that are apparently still falling. “How about all three of us go get cleaned up and then go cuddle on the couch?”

Both Yolanda and Trinity hum in agreement but the surgeon does manage to find her voice. “That sounds perfect, Baby. Thank you.”

[robaran]

Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi and her huge dewy haunted brown eyes against the world

THE PITT 2.02 | 2.14 | 2.15

[templecat]

Trinity Santos, and a way she protects herself.

CW: suicidal ideation (no explicit harm)

There was a river. Sometimes, when Trinity closed her eyes, it was all she could picture.

She knew the shape of it, winding unhurried beneath a bridge. She could hear the water 80 feet below, the creak of the wooden boards under her feet as sharp as when she first heard them over a decade ago. The earthy scent of the redwoods, slightly sweet.

Heights had never bothered her. She didn't get vertigo. The first time she'd stood on that bridge, a month after Allie had died, she felt something much worse than dizziness.

She'd stared down at the river. It churned in sparse places, where a rock or outcropping turned the blue into white. Mostly it just flowed; steady, constant, deep.

Inevitable.

Later, she'd done the math. Calculated acceleration, the time it would take to reach the surface. How she'd have to make sure she didn't tuck. She'd have to break her form.

It seemed clean. No blood staining the bathroom tiles. No train derailed by her selfishness. No mess for anyone else to clean up.

Just carried away, silently, to the Pacific.

That day she had kept walking. Her feet had carried her back through the forest, and onwards to medical school, and a new state, and finally to Pittsburgh. She had made a point of not looking back, keeping her strides purposeful, moving, always going forwards.

But on nights like tonight, she found herself back on that bridge. When the ink black thoughts pressed at her temples, constricting, threatening to drown her. When her skin was so itchy all she wanted to do was scratch and tear until the red soaked under her fingernails. That was always when the river came back.

Distance helped. She had therapists and safety plans and a medical education that told her what good coping mechanisms looked like. She knew the theory.

She'd never been as good at theory as she was at practice.

Maybe it was cowardly, the way she'd fled. But sometimes the only thing that helped was that she'd already chosen the place. The thought that she'd have to drive there, hours and days, and if she still wanted to when she got there... well, then she'd know she was sure.

There was a river.

And tonight, she didn't feel like driving.

[sapphicctigress]

should’ve posted this on her canon birthday ugh

[itsallyuriagegap]

Who Knew

@pitt-yuri-week Day 5 (I'm behind)

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.

[perfectday1972]

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