Hurt My Knee

Miney They/them, 23

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I read one accidental knotting fic and now im thinking.

It was supposed to be a quick fuck. Nothing more. They both get their rocks off and part ways immediately after, pretend nothing happened.

That was the plan.

But then it all got too much for Robby. Finally getting his hands on Dennis (more than he already had, anyway) was a far more intoxicating experience than he had thought previously. The omegas usually earthy scent turning sweeter into a cinnamon sugar when they first kissed, and Robby was a fucking goner.

And that was just from kissing Dennis, the alpha should have known anything more would be overwhelming. But that didn't stop him from pressing the omega against the wall of his hotel room, pressing into his slick hole from behind, nosing at the scent glands on his neck the whole fucking time so he couldn't miss a thing. The omega's head was turned towards him, one cheek pressed against the wall, so Robby couldn't miss any of the whines or moans, couldn't miss the drool dripping from his open mouth in pleasure.

And that wasn't even mentioning the pure euphoria which was being inside Dennis's cunt. Slick was dripping out between them; he'd probably get an additional cleaning fee from it dripping onto the carpet. Robby hated how much of it was going to waste - maybe he could lick it up after, once Dennis was gone, no one would have to know. And holy fuck, Dennis's pussy was so tight and warm around him, squeezing his cock like he was desperate for his cum.

Which is why he should have seen this coming.

He only had time to moan out a short "Oh shit, fuck!" before his knot popped and locked the two of them together.

The sensation had sent Dennis over the edge with a guttural moan, followed by a breathy "Fuck!" Robby, exhausted from his own orgasm, had fallen forward, front plastered against the other's back, both leaning against the wall for support as they took the moment to recover, both breathing deeply, faces pressed against each other, sweat and scents merging together, as Dennis's pussy continued to milk Robby's dick of all its cum.

"Dennis, I'm so sorry," he muttered gently.

The omega blinked lazily, eyes taking a moment to focus before he could gaze at him. "Hmm? Oh...Oh shit! Oh fuck!" and this was it, Robby furrowed his brow, prepared for the yelling, shifting slightly, ready to create as much distance as possible, "Oh Gloria's gonna kill you."

"What?" What the fuck was Dennis talking about?

"Oh, fuck, I'm so full. Uh, you were, uh, you were supposed to go to that talk, oh God." Dennis stumbled through the explanation as he moaned, apparently Robby's shift in positions had done something good to the younger man's overstimulated cunt, clenching tightly around Robby again and pulling a moan out of him. "Can we, uh, can we move somewhere? Who knows how long we're gonna be here."

"Okay, okay. Come on." Robby gently pulled him against his chest, another whine coming out of Dennis, and Robby reached down, wrapping his hands around his thighs before pulling him up to carry him to the bed. The hold pulled Dennis down deeper onto Robby's dick, pulling a cry out of him, "Shhh, shhh, it's okay, you're okay, baby. Just gotta get you into bed."

Once they made it to bed, Robby layed them both down on top of the sheets, hands awkwardly at his side before Dennis pulled them around his middle, entangling their hands. And, as if he wasn’t feeling guilty enough, the placement of their hands meant he could feel his pulsing dick through the omegas stomach. His dick twitched at the thought.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I don’t know what happened.” Fuck, he was so pathetic, eyes welling up as he selfishly pressed his face to the back of Dennis’s head. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

Dennis reached his free arm back, awkwardly petting the older alpha. “It’s okay. It’s okay Michael. We’re okay, baby. Just stay with me now.”

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Pitt as glee quotes

Dennis: trinity you should never feel embarrassed by your body

Trinity: embarrassed? No, I’m worried about showing too much skin and causing a sex riot

Dana: how do you two not have a show on bravo?

Dennis: my mom wouldn’t even let me watch twilight. She says that Kristen Stewart seems like a bitch.

(When dennis arrives home early)

Trinity: Yolanda and I were, uh, just having sexual relations

Langdon: it was an innocent mistake!

Trinity: and what if I just innocently murdered you Frank! I’d still have to go to trial! Probably get off with justifiable homicide

Robby: wait, this is a three day event?!

Dennis: but where will we sleep?!

Yolanda: well I imagine the two of you will sleep inside of each other.

Mel: i just want someone to love me 😔 (platonically)

Trinity: i think i know how to help you

Mel: im flattered, trinity, but im not that into that

Trinity: no, no, im not talking about that

Dennis: i want to get married. Now

Jack: i have rounds

Ogilvie: i got a full ride to a little school called the University of California, Los Angeles. Maybe youve heard of it. Its in los angeles

Joy, javadi, dennis and trinity, who did not ask: 😒

Photographer picking out people for PTMC PHOTOS: GAY KID!

Dennis 😧🧍‍♂️

Photographer: ASIAN. OTHER ASIAN!

Joy, javadi, santos and samira all looking at each other: 🤨

Yolanda(to dennis): bro that haircut makes your eyebags look even bigger

Robby: shhh let him speak

(About ogilvie)

Robby: tell me this isnt true joy

Dana: he could have died

Joy: i didnt send him to an active crackhouse

Robby: which is why im going to stop drinking. Not even a beer at the end of the night to take the edge off

Trinity: but if you dont drink, what will you have to live for

Robby: i have plenty in my life without beer

Samira: like what exactly?

Robby: …the point is!

Abbot: shen?

Shen: dr abbot is he your son?

Ogilvie: 😊

Dana: you’re late!

Joy: i know, i over slept

Victoria: its 4:30 in the afternoon?

Shamsi: y’know, theres only one person in the world who can tell you what you are

Victoria: me?

Shamsi: no, me. Your mother

Emma: so what are you gonna be for halloween this year?

Joy: a peanut allergy. 😄

(About notes found in his locker)

Ogilvie: buttface mcballnuts, assbraham lincolon, they arent even funny!

Joy: no dont be rude, James, i spent a lot of time in those.

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Trinity doesn’t have a good relationship with either of her parents. It’s fine, really, most of her friends have bad relationships with their parents. Case in point, huckleberry. She’s pretty sure he doesn’t even speak to his family. She’s lucky her parents still want to talk to her or whatever.

Well, want to is stretching it a bit. Her mom seems to only call to complain about something and her dad only remembered her birthday three days after.

Which leads her to now.

She should be used to this shit by now. Her dad basically checked out of her life when she was 13, probably younger, when he decided to really embody the stereotypical remarried dad. They haven’t gotten along since he got with his new wife, her and her siblings basically disappearing from his mind as soon as he got with her. And it’s fine, she’s had years to process all of this, years of therapy and bitching with her mom and siblings.

It’s just.

Her and her siblings got a message months ago now, her dad asking what they wanted for Christmas. And they all responded with one of the two options he gave - cash or giftcards. Trinity had even asked for something else, tried to talk with him a bit more, asked if he had anything of her grandpas, or any photos she could get - her grandpa basically raised them when they stayed with her dad anyway, and she doesn’t really have anything to remember him by, so was worth a shot asking. Her dad had said some bullshit of only having old tools, but that he could dig out some old photos.

Trinity had even given him her fucking address.

And here she was, stuck in Pittsburgh, away from her family for the Christmas holidays for the first time ever, the clock creeping ever so closer to midnight on New Years Eve, still waiting.

It’s not like the rest of the day had been terrible. Her and Dennis made a makeshift Christmas dinner, trying their best to combine traditions in a way that didn’t go horribly wrong. They played games, FaceTimed her family for over two hours - Dennis now has three kids begging to be taught how to ride a horse -, they even managed to exchange shitty gifts! It was good, it was far from the worst Christmas she has ever had! But-

One of the first things they talked about when her siblings answered the phone was the lack of messages from their dad. Nothing for over a month. And thats not totally abnormal, the longest stretch she’s gone without hearing from him at all was definitely over six months. It’s just…weird.

He never missed a Christmas message. He missed birthdays, graduations, parties, but never Christmas. Mom thinks it’s a religious hang up or something - she was the devout one of the pair, but his new wife lived in a more religious area and he apparently had a “come to Jesus” moment from what she’s heard from cousins. Whatever, it’s fine.

She didn’t cry on Christmas Day when no one received any messages, at least as far as Dennis and her family know. Hadn’t checked Facebook to make sure he was still alive - he was - and definitely hadn’t been checking it the past week, worried that she might miss a death announcement if she didn’t - his wife wouldn’t tell them herself if he was dead, she is well aware of that fact.

It’s during the most recent check where she sees it. A post of her dad, his wife and her kid. Posted a couple of hours ago, they’re at a restaurant, all smiles, a caption of well wishes for the new year, “can’t wait to spend another year with all my family!”

What a joke.

She screenshots the post, sends it to the family group chat, and turns off her phone. Scrubs a hand down her face a little too hard - at least it gives her something to blame the tears welling up on.

She hasn’t seen her dad in over two years now. He didn’t even respond to her message inviting him to her med school graduation until a few days after it happened. The last three times they made plans to meet up, he cancelled with the same excuse of him being sick - the one she heard so much growing up - and fuck she thought she was over this!

She knows what will happen next. Her brother will send an angry text about him neglecting his kids, maybe even be bold enough to actually comment it on the post, and they’ll all be angry but unsurprised and move on.

But as the clock ticks on, Trinity realised she doesn’t want to move on. For a week she has been waiting for confirmation that her dad is dead. Just to find out that she has well and truly slipped from his mind completely. And she can only mourn the dad she remembers from her childhood.

The tears come and they won’t stop, she puts her phone down, and ventures down the hall.

She knocks gently. Dennis had been out with the street team pretty much all day today, had barely managed to stay awake long enough to eat their dinner of Chinese takeout.

She will probably feel like an ass later, but she can’t think about that right now.

He doesn’t answer verbally, just a tired groan she assumes means ‘come in’. She slips in as quick as possible, flipping the hall light off as she enters, carefully avoiding the piles of clothes strewn around the floor. Dennis has already moved over, corner of the duvet lazily pulled up to let her in. She falls into bed next to him easily.

They don’t say anything. Trinity is too weepy to bother with words, and Dennis is still mostly asleep. He leans towards her though, gives her the space to decide what she wants before she falls into her arms, finally properly sobbing. She can’t tell whether she’s angry at her dad or devastated or some other emotion she doesn’t have the bandwidth to dissect.

She cries for a while, longer than she should after all these years of her father’s bullshit, but Dennis just holds her, his steady hear thumping uncomfortably in her ears, his calloused hands running through her hair.

She knows he probably feels as shit as she does. Will hate him later for the fact he isn’t a crier. But for the next few hours they will sleep, try to forget everything, rest before she deals with the fallout of her dad’s post.

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Who knew reading about victorian medicine and italian fascism all day could make you feel so shitty!

Anyway, My whitsantos headcanons, some sad, some random.

trinity holds funerals for all her plants that die. She dresses up specially for it. This is after months, maybe even weeks of trying everything to revive it

Trinity can raid dennis’s wardrobe whenever, he is not allowed to do the same, he will always ask permission

They both go to each others family funerals at least once. Trinitys family wakes are v chill and its real nice to catch up w everyone. Dennis’s is the worst thing in the world and they leave early to get drunk in a convenience store parking lot

Dennis, pre transition, had this guy that he refers to as his “high school stalker” - a lot of harassment that nothing got done about bc “boys will be boys”. He knows enough about Trinitys past that he is reluctant to tell her about it and how it still affects him bc he doesn’t want to upset or trigger her

Dennis family all have religious names. His dead name is Grace/gracie. He chose dennis for a reason

Trinitys best friend was called gracie

Trinity was told several times by men growing up that people like her/find her attractive until she opens her mouth

Near identical birthmarks

Dennis has a thing about locks. He gets paranoid the door isnt really locked so he will turn them further to make sure its locked (combo of past trauma and intrusive thoughts from (undiagnosed) ocd). A few months into living w trinity he broke the lock during while checking. He was stuck there for a couple hours freaking out bc of the guilt and being trapped (another trauma) until trinity found him on her own. The locks still broken so they have to share a bathroom. They installed a different lock themselves, one of those sliding ones, to avoid this happening again.

Dennis self harm scars on stomach. Trinity saw them the second or third time she accidentally saw him shirtless, he had gotten to the point then where he didnt feel like he had to rush to put on a tshirt as soon as he was caught out. He doesnt know about her scars yet, but they check in with each other a lot now

Both so bad at looking after themselves, but want so badly for the other to be okay. They loom after each other and thats how they stay okay

Some days Trinity is crawling into dennis’s bed with him others she is avoiding him like the plague. He has learnt the hard way not to push no matter what.

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Fic where i give the pittlings terrible prom experiences

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I just reposted a moodboard (?) of young trinity and am thinking back to when i was a teen in high school w an unacknowledged ed. My anxiety got bad around that time iirc, and i would constantly go to the medical room bc my anxiety made me feel like i was sick or dying. I read the posters in that little room probably a dozen times over.

Im now imagining trinity, sick from training, trauma and starving herself, reading the posters all over the nurses office, but she always sits opposite the one about support for eating disorders. She’ll never call. She’s not sick enough for that, obviously because if she was someone would have noticed, right? But she stares at it, reads it over and over until its stuck in her head for forever, daydreams about being unwell enough that someone sits her down, forces her to get help kicking and screaming.

A few years later she’ll realise no one will ever notice. No one noticed her friend. No one will notice her, not unless she forces them to. She starts eating again, forces herself to take up more space even when it kills her to be loud and have so many eyes on her. She files a report, goes to court and tells the truth about what she went through, what she was forced to endure, even when it feels like there are razors in her throat and her body is pinned to a display board in one of those freaky museum exhibits.

Years down the line, when shes a doctor and pretending she’s untouchable, her family will look back on photos from when she was starving herself, from when she was sick, when she was crying for help but no one even batted an eye. They’ll look back on those photos and comment on how skinny she was, how scarily thin she looked back then. She’ll never tell them why she was so thin, even when she wants to scream at them, “why didn’t you notice me then, why now when I’m trying to leave it all behind,” and they’ll just move on, say genetics are weird, move on to the next thing, maybe comment on how she’s gained too much weight since moving to Pittsburgh.

[whiitkrs]

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Whitsantos making the opposite of a suicide pact w each other. They dont give it a name, they both pretend like it never happened, but late one night after a terrible fucking day, they both promise that they will never leave each other’s life for as long as they can help it.

That agreement has saved the both of them many times

[celique]

trinity who is terrified every time someone she cares about is upset because she missed all the signs with her best friend as a teenager and doesnt think she can go through it again.

every time dennis has a bad shift or seems even a little bit sad, trinity constantly but subtly checks in on him until her anxiety calms down and she isn't as worried. even if he has never showed any signs of depression or self destructive ideation/tendencies

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Hate when you take a pill and hours later you feel a lump in your throat like its there. Like. You went down fine three hours ago, wtf are you doing

[altsgarsantos]

oblivious yolanda garcia

[robinavitchgf]

“robby is not fat/hairy stop making him this way” well actually i’ll just make him fatter AND hairier 🖕

[skyeedom]

HR hates this trick

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Imagine being on love island and you have to shave your bush every day

[puppiegracie]

gus, our incarcerated patient, got a spot upstairs.

[puppiegracie]

glancing around to make sure nobody sees her doing something sweet and mistakes her for a kind-hearted girl instead of an evil bitch

[chainedupdyke]

pretty side profile!!!!!!!!!!!!