trinity who's always been more of a quiet regressor. not just because she tends to go nonverbal, but because all of it is subtle. she doesn't crave teethers or kid toys, she doesn't babble and whine, it's like she's just... stuck in a younger headspace, impossibly sensitive and emotional.
it's not always pleasant. it's scary, it's all-consuming, it's something she desperately wishes she could just turn off. maybe she doesn't wanna watch kid cartoons or color, but she does so badly want her mommy. a mommy. someone warm and soft and safe to take care of her like a kid, hold her and rock her, maybe sing a lullaby.
and it's embarrassing, so embarrassing to want it, when she knows objectively she's big. but she doesn't feel big. she feels so, impossibly small.
when her and baran start dating, it doesn't take baran all that long to notice. she's perceptive, even moreso when she cares about someone. she notices when trinity's words start to fade, slightly higher-pitched and softer til they're silent. she notices trinity's body language change, the way she curls into herself, the way her eyes widen a little, dart around like she's expecting to be in trouble. she notices.
but she also notices trinity's quietness about itâ and she doesn't wanna push anything too far, too fast. trinity is closed-off for good reason. she's been hurt over and over, taken advantage of, chewed up and spat out. baran had to coax trust out of her with weeks of proving that she's here, she's staying, and she cares. she cares so much. but baran still knows they have a long way to go.
so as trinity is quiet in her regression, baran is quiet in her caregiving. starts cuddling trinity more, petting her hair. offering to brush it for her, braid it before bed. hums soft songs under her breath, pressing kisses to trinity's head. what makes trinity finally break, bury her face in baran's neck to hide her tears, is when baran just can't help but speak up and soothe trinity with words she's been holding back.
oh, you're such a sweet girl. I know you're feeling small, trinity, okay? I know, I know... I want you to know it's okay, sweetheart, I need you to know it's okay. mama's here. I'll always be right here, shh, shh... always... mama's precious girl.
Trinity trying to get comfy while cuddling baran and ends up grabbing her boob. Sheâs apologetic and goes to move her hand but Baran holds her wrist to keep it where it is.
Anyway trinity uses barans tits as her own personal stress ball and Baran either ignores it or tries to quiet her moans bc she just wants trinity to feels safe and comfy and doesnât want to turn this sweet self soothing act into something sexual
You know if she doesn't tell her brother and dad she's been shot, Alex Blake probably also doesn't tell her damn husband when she's been shot. He probably just discovers the bullet hole in her arm randomly one day on a visit while seeing her undressed or in short sleeves and goes, "When the FUCK did this happen?!" and I would bet actual money she just is like, "Uhh, last month? Or the one before? I kind of lose track of time on cases."
Me: Wow, I got more kudos and comments in a couple of days on this Jemily fic than I have in the YEARS my Ghostbusters ATC fics have been up. I love being part of a super active fandom! This is great!
Also me: *instantly gets obsessed with one character who wasn't around for very long and isn't very popular and every fic I write for her is a super niche pairing most people are not looking for*
Trinity flirting w victoria by sending her tiktoks of people making out w messages like âwe should do that for your accountâ
Victoria rolling her eyes, thinking trinity is making fun of her, but then on a night out trinity becomes possessed by the spirit of the loser lesbian she truly is and basically begs victoria to make out, they dont even need to record it, it can just be a bit between the two of them and victoria is like. Oh my god she was just flirting fucking awfully.
She does kiss trinity who knocks them both over because she got too excited
tags: mentions of ocd triggers/compulsions, sh urges, coping mechanisms
-I think a lot about the ways that Baran and trinity support each other throughout the day at PTMC
-I've talked a bit about Baran's OCD, and I think it would be important to Trinity to keep a note of when Baran is having a rough day. Trinity knows how it feels to have urges due to stress, and helping Baran is always a good distraction from her own stress
-Baran is partial to pacing certain hallways and touching the corners of the walls when there are no traumas. The other staff assume that this is her way of thinking through patient cases. Trinity knows it's because there are too many thoughts in Baran's head and she needs control. Trinity's way of distracting Baran is directing her to a resident or student who needs help, or getting Baran to help with Trinity's cases
-After a change in meds and therapy, Baran is able to control her seizures with more success, but Trinity is always there if Baran feels as though one might be coming on. Trinity will call the neurologist and make sure Baran's cases had coverage in case she had to duck out.
-Baran, of course, is just as attentive when it comes to Trinity. Trinity was slow to open up about her sh urges. Baran had seen the old scars in bed but was determined to let Trinity lead the conversation if she wanted to have it. Truthfully, she was so happy the first few weeks of their relationship she didn't even think about cutting
-After a few weeks and a few hard shifts Trinity found herself swiping a scalpel and taking an extra-long bathroom break. When she came clean to Baran that night about how she had felt, Baran didn't respond with panic or disgust. She just scooped Trinity into her arms. That's how Baran discovered that Trinity responded well to deep pressure sensory input.
-From that moment, Trinity knew she could find Baran when things were looking rough. Often, Baran would go find ice cubes that Trinity could clutch or press to her legs and that would help Trinity satisfy the urges. Other times, Baran would pull Trinity into an empty patient room and just squeeze, letting Trinity feel, smell, hold her presence
-No matter which one of them had the bad day, they always debriefed that night with each other. They aren't alone anymore
"In every journey lies the essence of who we truly are."
"You're early."
"We're all just players in the hands of fate."
"..Victoria."
Trinity grew up hungry. A hunger that bit at her bones and body from the inside. Trinity grew up cold, the winds following her with every move she took, each winter, she begged for it to end, her teeth chattering and hands shaking.
In spite of herself, in spite of her life, she found herself falling in love with Victoria.
In every lifetime, in every chance, the last word to ever leave her lips would always be Victoria's name.
"VICTORIA WAS A POOR GIRL. BUT SHE HAD A GIFT TO GIVE."
"Come home with me? I'm the woman who is gonna marry you, I'm Victoria!"
"I missed you."
"Wait for me."
"..Trinity..!"
Victoria fell in love with her Trinity at the very first sight of her. Dana sighed and shook her head and told her love was useless, but Victoria refused to listen. She was determined to bring back spring, just for her Trinity.
But when Trinity needed her very most? She wasn't there.
So, Victoria traveled into the underworld. She'd do anything. She'd do everything to get her girl back. The deal was simple: 'Don't look back.'
But when Trinity's screams and pleas and cries continued to ring out? She couldn't stop herself.
Forever, Victoria laid at that spot, sobbing in the place where she watched her girl get dragged back into the underworld. Where she never could reach her again.
if asks are still open, part 2 of barantos where itâs garcia and baran both having a situationship with trinity and having no idea about the other?
would love to see baran being jealous and possessive but also angsty because trinity can make her own choices about who she wants to be in a situationship with, but that's not going to stop baran from showing her how she is the better(?) choice
baran wonât lie, sheâs hurt by trinityâs choices.
maybe not in the way that sheâs hurt that sheâs the other woman, the third person in this strange equation, but that trinity didnât tell her.
let her look like a lovestruck idiot in the ED because of course, everyone else knew trinity was still seeing yolanda, still going over to hers every now and again, coming into work looking like sheâd been mauled by a bear.
trinityâs skin becomes a blank page for yolanda and baran to talk to each other, dark messages left against a pale canvas.
a dark purple bruise on trinityâs shoulder, marred by faded teeth marks, a message of from yolanda to say sheâs mine.
a soft little patch of red skin just beneath trinityâs ear, a sucked out little sliver of a note from baran to say, look how gently I treat her.
baran hopes trinity can read the messages for herself, hopes she knows the ones that baran kisses over her skin, just for her.
be mine. please. youâre so good for me. i need you to be mine. Iâll die without you.
as many as she leaves, no matter how softly she kisses or suckles at her, no matter how gentle her touch is, baran watches trinity go back to yolanda over and over again, coming back with marks and scratches and bites deeper than she can cover.
she could never ask trinity to leave.
all she can do is sooth over the injuries, and leave some healing in their place.
barantos - when youâre lost in the darkness, look for the light
(I need to write a proper 20k version) // @puppiegracie
okay but like, barantos in the last of us would be so fun.
baran al-hashimi, a prominent doctor who played a huge role in the original fallout, trying to save people and help find a cure, evacuated at the last moment because she was too important to die.
trinity santos, a fedra grunt turned runaway, finding trouble and horror wherever she goes.
both of them have to find their own ways of survival. for baran, itâs trying to set up a clinic in a tiny neighbourhood community and everybody dying anyway. for trinity, itâs just getting from one place to the next.
and thatâs how baran finds her, half-dead in a snare just outside the community boundary.
sheâd almost mistaken her for an infected at first, writhing on the ground, trying to get her fingers under the wire thatâs pulling tight around her foot, tears streaming down her face.
baran doesnât like to see anything suffer, not even infected. sheâs about to put her down when she sees the sobs and curses, the sheer desperation written into sharp, damaged features.
âfuck my fucking life, oh my fucking god.â
it takes some convincing for baran to cut her from the trap and even more for her to let trinity into the gates, but when she does, the younger woman keeps her distance and does as sheâs told.
they stay in separate houses, only talk when they have to, and baran keeps an eye on her from afar. she doesnât dislike company but sheâs not stupid. sheâs seen what the outbreak had done to people, sheâs not about to lose this place to a psycho that wants it for herself.
she sees how trinity scans the perimeter, recovering from her sliced leg by doing slow laps of the neighbourhood, finding all the traps and checkpoints and measures baranâs put out to keep herself safe.
and trinity watches her in return.
once every two days, baran changes the dressing on trinityâs foot, often muttering something how medicine and broken legs work. inch by inch, trinity manages to get more information out of her.
who she is, who she was, how she got here.
what her favourite song used to be.
what her sonâs name was.
her illness.
baranâs first seizure comes the day before sheâs supposed to set trinity back out into the wilderness, and trinity sees the whole thing. the way her eyes glaze over, how she freezes halfway through planting a set of strawberries.
itâs an illness like that thatâll get her killed if an infected got near.
baran hates her for using it as a reason to keep her around, for offering to look out for her as long as she gets to stay.
she doesnât need trinity.
she can look after herself perfectly fine. sheâs done it for near twenty years already.
but the prospect of company. well.
not much changes, not at first. trinity keeps to her own house across the street, does upkeep when and where sheâs told to, doesnât smother baran in attention.
not until she needs it herself.
baran had heard trinity scream before. in the trap when theyâd first met, across the street at night sometimes, like she was having a nightmare.
itâs only after she lets trinity stay that she goes to comfort her. finds her writhing with sweat in a rickety old bed, paralysed with fear, shrieking a name (dennis, she thinks it is) that she doesnât recognise.
she nearly gets herself killed when she wakes trinity up, getting pinned by her throat to the bed by trinity in her nightmare-induced paranoia. itâs only after giving her a particularly well timed scratch that sheâs thrown off and theyâre scrabbling to either side of the floor to stare at each other, horrified and damned. itâs a reminder that theyâre hardly people anymore, just wild animals fighting to stay alive.
baran lets her stay in her spare room after that. cooks for her. washes her clothes. asks her about herself.
she learns everything trinity goes through. the fedra upbringing, stolen away by the fireflies after her best friend died, the isolation after that all collapsed. months and months of just wandering alone, finding nothing but torture and death. no wonder she has nightmares.
baran lets her have a bit of peace. shows her how to plant strawberries, how to make snares, how to properly dress a wound.
shows her how to dance.
theyâre together for years, it must be. itâs hard to quantify how long a year is when thereâs no longer a calendar to go by, but itâs easier to identify when baran starts to slow, when grey starts to lighten the brown in her hair.
trinity stays by her through it all, even when the seizures start to take more and more of her brain, when they start to make baran forgetful and cloudy.
trinity repairs the fences, plants the strawberries, keeps baran safe. itâs no big task to take for the woman she loves.
and baran, even when sheâs not even really baran anymore, still knows how to love her in return. still remembers to hold her little stranger through the nightmares, still remembers all the light that came from the darkness.
Maintaining eye contact is something Baran Al-Hashimi prefers - it tells her the person is actively engaged in the conversation, makes it easier for her to clock if someone is lying and... ok, sure, maybe she uses it as an intimidation tactic in the M.D. boys club. After all, it was still a 60/40 split even in 2026.
So when a certain pricklepear of an R2 can't maintain eye contact (she has definitely noted that Trinity's eyes lock on anywhere but her eyes) she aims to correct the issue.
Until she overhears Dr. Santos and Dr. King discussing the similarities between ADHD and Autism, both expressing that eye contact is distracting, exhausting, and incredibly overstimulating.
... or in Dr. Santos' words "the last patient demanded I look her in the eye and I wanted to tear my eyeballs out and put them in a blender with bleach."
Thinking about Popewhit and Whitsantos, like most people Dennis has dated were a little weirded out by how close Dennis and Trinity are. A few have accused Dennis of cheating or lying about being gay. Dennis started to warn anyone he dated that Trinity would always be his first priority and they would either end things right there or worse say its fine just to end things later after they can't handle it.
Until Dennis starts dating Andrew and after a few dates Dennis has the same conversation with Andrew. Dennis was really scared to talk to Andrew about it because he really did like him but he didn't want to be in a relationship with a person that didn't understand how important Trinity was to him. And Dennis braces for Andrew to leave, just for Andrew to be like yeah that's fine and even extends an invitation for Trinity to join any of their dates. Dennis is speechless at first until Andrew says that it was the same for him he really did like Dennis but there was no one in the world he would love more than Julia even with her gone.
Trinity is- WAS- she was spiderman. She started young at 14 when she still thought the majority of the world was good and worth saving. She 'retired' at 20 after her bestfriends suicide she started med school.
Its been almost 8 years since she took off the mask and she has no intentions of putting it on again... until dennis finds her old 'keepsake' suit and with the help of Victoria their able to convince her to start fighting crime again.
Its mostly slow going and she can only really patrol on her days off. Until one night she stumbles across a women on a balcony crying. She assumes the worse she thinks of not being able to talk her friend off the roof. Of not being fast enough to catch her friend. Of her friends body laid out in a pool of blood because she just wasnt fast enough She ends up talking to the women assuming she's gonna talk her outta khs turns out she's fine her kid just graduated elementary school and it was really emotional and do you wanna see pictures?
Somehow trinity finds herself coming back over and over and the women- baran (she learns her name on night 3) find her self waiting on that balcony night after night.
Its all fun and games until baran starts at the ptmc 2 weeks after their nightly conversations become nightly (a month since their first meeting). And it definitely doesn't help that something fishy is happening in Pittsburgh that requires some spiderman attention.
(Something something trinity torn because she doesn't wanna lie to baran but baran seems to like 'spiderman' more than trinity so she keeps going even tho it feels like a betrayal and all she wants to do is take off her mask and kiss the older women.
And something something baran who doesn't seem the harm in openly flirting with a superhero its not like it will ever go anywhere but oh boy does that R2 make her heart race in a way that should not be happening and that is unacceptable on so many levels and needs to create distance before she jumps her bones in a supply closet)
Trinity gets hurt while out as spiderman often and baran is starting to put something together she just isnt sure what. (Dennis and Victoria do great patching her up but theres somethings you just cant hide) baran almost starts to think she's in an underground fight club
Except she never has to put it together because spiderman trinity is bleeding out on her balcony and shit just got a whole lot more complicated
Victoria - as the one to convince her to take up the suit again, takes it upon herself to run Trinity's official Spidey socials but somehow they end up pulling Joy in as well. It's entirely by accident but Joy overheard her trying interrogate ask the IT department for tips and tricks and what exactly is a VPN?
Dennis is king of getting Trinity all the extra food - especially after Trinity brings up that fighting crime increases her caloric requirement to a minimum of 10,000 calories a day. Putting in all that extra farm time comes with bringing home so much extra free food.
And the best part is? Baran would have a huge hunch prior to the bleed out not because of the matching bruise patterns she has eyes, after all, and if a superhero gets their knee kicked out and then her prickly R2 is limping the next day the dots connect themselves but because her R2 and her favorite masked vigilante do the same dorky victory dance.
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