Strawberry_jam3
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“We’re matching, you like everyone knowing you’re mine?”
“Very much,” she whispers, leaning in to bite Santos’s bottom lip. She groans at the contact before Yolanda kisses her properly. “My handsome girl. All mine.”
“All yours,” Trinity breathlessly mutters back, threading her hand through Yolanda’s curls as she deepens the kiss. They’re so lost in the act that they don’t hear Whitaker rounding the corner and pushing open the door.
“Did you take my deodorant again—jeez, guys. Get a room.”
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Trinity drags Yolanda, Dennis and Victoria to Pittsburgh's pride march, where no one seems to get the hint that her and Garcia are very much taken. Later that night, she shows Yolanda just how committed she is.
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- Part 5 of every day starts and ends with you
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14 Jul 2026
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Baran is at a medical conference in Seattle. Her girlfriends are back in Pittsburgh.
Her evening was only ever going to end one way.Bookmarked by Strawberry_jam3
14 Jul 2026
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Since Whitaker found the isolated, empty wing, it had quietly become the new, best place to hook up. With the stress of every shift amounting, tensions from patients skyrocketting, the team needed a place to let off some steam.
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- Part 2 of The 8th Floor
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13 Jul 2026
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"Well this is a nice sight to come home to," Yolanda smirks before taking a sip of her water.
Trinity chuckles and closes her book, placing it on the nightstand to her right. "What happened to hello?"
Yolanda scoffs as she places her glass beside the novel. She approaches the bed like a hunter stalking it's prey and crawls her way over to Trintiy. She moves her legs apart so they lay out in front of her. She looks beautiful in the candlelight, her green eyes sparkling in the yellow glow. "You really want to focus on pleasantries right now?"
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garsantos heatwave smut
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- Part 4 of garsantos one shots
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13 Jul 2026
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Near the tailend of her shift, Garcia finally got a moment to herself after slipping out of the elevator on the eighth floor, and she beelined for a spot near the locker room that she knew to get little foot traffic. The vibration of her pager rivaled the beating of her own heart and only in its absence did she realize how it had soundtracked her day.
She checked her phone: still no birthday wishes. That was to be expected, she reasoned. Most people are busy wrangling their families on this day, so there’s not much room for her to pass their minds. It’s not personal. There were, however, four missed calls from her mother, and a text shortly after:
Te olvidas de tus padres
The message was so classically her mother that she couldn’t help but laugh. No birthday wish or any sort of preamble, just a straight-up guilt trip: You forget about your parents.
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garcia has a birthday shift from hell and needs to fuck about it
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12 Jul 2026