[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
trinity who ends up in the emergency room because she thought she could still jump down too many stairs like she did as a child and now there are bones sticking out of her leg in ways she knows they shouldn’t be
who ends up on the good pain meds as cassie examines her whilst trying not to laugh at the steady stream of nonsense coming out of trinity’s mouth. fails at not laughing when yolanda is called down for a consult and trinity yells baby! you’re here! and then with a frown are you going to take my foot?
cassie watches as yolanda grimaces to herself, leans down quietly to say something to trinity before stepping towards the injury.
you know you can’t treat her if you’re…whatever you are. cassie tells her, casually, as yolanda frowns at the sight in front of her.
i know. i’ll let them know she’s coming up and give the surgery to shamsi, a moments hesitation and then, we’re…together, properly, i’d appreciate if you kept that to yourself. steps away to check on trinity again, a hand smoothing hair out of her face tenderly
it’s sweet cassie thinks, god she needs to get laid is the second thought.
before trinity breaks any more thoughts she has when she tells yolanda loudly. you can’t tell baran im hurt, she cried for half an hour when she saw the marks the handcuffs left on me last week- anything else trinity tries to confess is muffled as yolanda clamps a hand over her mouth, cassie thinks she might be blushing, raises an eyebrow when yolanda chances a glance at her and then the surgeon snaps with not as much heat as she wants, not a fucking word mckay.
trinity who ends up in the emergency room because she thought she could still jump down too many stairs like she did as a child and now there are bones sticking out of her leg in ways she knows they shouldn’t be
who ends up on the good pain meds as cassie examines her whilst trying not to laugh at the steady stream of nonsense coming out of trinity’s mouth. fails at not laughing when yolanda is called down for a consult and trinity yells baby! you’re here! and then with a frown are you going to take my foot?
cassie watches as yolanda grimaces to herself, leans down quietly to say something to trinity before stepping towards the injury.
you know you can’t treat her if you’re…whatever you are. cassie tells her, casually, as yolanda frowns at the sight in front of her.
i know. i’ll let them know she’s coming up and give the surgery to shamsi, a moments hesitation and then, we’re…together, properly, i’d appreciate if you kept that to yourself. steps away to check on trinity again, a hand smoothing hair out of her face tenderly
it’s sweet cassie thinks, god she needs to get laid is the second thought.
before trinity breaks any more thoughts she has when she tells yolanda loudly. you can’t tell baran im hurt, she cried for half an hour when she saw the marks the handcuffs left on me last week- anything else trinity tries to confess is muffled as yolanda clamps a hand over her mouth, cassie thinks she might be blushing, raises an eyebrow when yolanda chances a glance at her and then the surgeon snaps with not as much heat as she wants, not a fucking word mckay.
thinking about cassie mccuck x victoria bluntvadi...
featuring trinity, emma, yolanda, and baran 💗
warnings/tags: transfem switch victoria javadi, pathetic sub mommy cassie mckay, cucking, degradation, hints of fauxcest, blowjobs, pegging
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ victoria getting passed around by all of their coworkers. loving every second of it, but especially when she looks over from her bed and sees cassie sitting in a chair in the corner, fingers buried in her own cunt because she just loves watching her girl get fucked
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ they've started referring to the nights as "victoria's playdates." always starts out with such casual seeming foreplay. victoria often perched in someone's lap while cassie watches them carefully from across the living room before they move to the bedroom.
and god, there's something even more delicious about it all being at cassie's apartment. she's inviting these people over to her home, into her bedroom, to watch them fuck her girlfriend.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ trinity looking so smug over at cassie as victoria fucks into her from behind. sweaty and clenching hard around vic's cock, pussy fluttering in a way that makes victoria pant and moan. "god, crash, you've really got mckay wrapped around your finger huh? can't believe she agreed to this."
"oh, she wanted it," victoria huffs a laugh through her ragged breathing. "didn't you, mommy? you love watching your little girl play?"
"mhmmm," cassie whines, fingers moving faster like they always do when she's acknowledged. her leg hooked over the arm of the chair so she can hit deeper.
"see? she's so turned on she can't even talk properly."
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ emma having a girls night with victoria that turns into them making out sloppily and grinding against each other in cassie's bed. moaning into each others mouths, lips connected with a string of spit when they pull away to breathe.
victoria moaning as emma strokes her dick, lips wrapped around the tip as she tries to take her down her throat.
"oh, fuck, emma. your mouth feels so good." victoria groans, then her eyes dart to meet cassie's. "so much better than my mommy's."
cassie pouts, but the wet sounds of her pussy as she rubs her clit betray her.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yolanda pinning victoria down, one hand wrapped around both of victoria's wrists. a thick strap on around her hips, thrusting hard into victoria's ass. victoria was feeling especially mean this night, maybe showing off a bit to yolanda, and tied cassie up with a vibrator inside her.
"how's it feel knowing your girlfriend is such a slut, mckay?" yolanda asks, gripping victoria's cheeks and rutting harder into her greedy hole. victoria moans, reaching between her legs to fist her dick as she's stretched open.
"i...fuck." cassie can't think straight. can't speak. she's already come twice and victoria keeps fiddling with the settings of the vibrator with her free hand.
"stop talking to her," victoria grumbles, bouncing her ass back against yolanda's hips. "pay attention to me."
"not just a slut, but a greedy slut."
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ baran reducing victoria to a total mess. victoria kind of melts at the soft domme energy, perched in baran's lap, facing cassie. baran's lips pressed against her neck and shoulder, one hand stroking victoria's cock and the other playing with her tits.
"look at your mommy, baby," baran coos. "i want you to look at her when you come all over your tummy."
"fuck, i am, 'm looking mama." victoria pants, thrusting into baran's fist.
"doesn't your little girl look so pretty, cassie?"
"yes," cassie moans, unable to keep her eyes off of them. "so, so pretty. 'm so lucky..."
"you certainly are," baran chuckles at how flushed cassie is. "maybe your baby will be kind enough to let you come lick her clean once she makes a mess."
"oh god, please. please please please, baby."
"fuck yes, cass. keep begging like that and you can come clean me up."
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ every time victoria calls cassie pathetic it just makes her even wetter, leaking into the fabric of the chair, making a little puddle under her ass that victoria will be more than happy to lick up once their guest has left. it's one of victoria's favorite parts of her playdates, seeing cassie so wrecked from watching, feeling her try to pull away from victoria's eager mouth because she's so sensitive.
"love you," victoria says, voice hoarse from moaning, as she plants a kiss right on cassie's clit.
"love you too, vic--ah!" cassie whimpers, hips jerking at the overstimulation. victoria laughs. and then does it again.
Cassie McKay /Nurse Reader | The Pitt MasterList | AO3 | My Stories MasterList | Tip Jar💰 { Reader is strugling with a deep sadness, Cassie sees.
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort / Sadness /Grief / D3pression / Found Family / Cassie Won't Ignore Your Sadness / Mental Health Check / 2.5k words / oneshot / wlw / fem reader / 18+
“I can do it, I can cover tonight,” you volunteer only for scrunched faces to follow you.
“No. You're already at overtime,” Dana interjects and you shrug.
“You covered me yesterday, and Princess on Tuesday,” Perlah adds, confused, and you keep typing.
“I need the hours.” You lie flatly.
It’s easier this way, to lie about it. To pretend like you don’t feel their concern.
How it weight on like rocks in your pockets, wherever you went, it was there.
Robby scratches his chin with her fingers lightly, the noise of his seven am or four pm- o’clock shadow makes a tactile noise.
You ignore the conversation, tuning out, staring at the screen with the hopes it would swallow you whole.
You were tired of questions of how you were doing, how you were handling it all.
The little fortune cookie bits of advice you got from your friends and family.
‘It gets better with time.’
‘The only way out is through.’
‘Grief is just love in a heavy coat.’
If that one were true then you were ready to set yourself on fire.
All these throw away saying did nothing for you, but made the giver feel better.
At least here at work, people understood that the stages of grief weren’t real. That throwing yourself into work was more oxygen then staying at home, staring at the spackled way your ceiling gazed back at you.
‘The most dangerous street is between your own two ears.’
You wanted to move out of town.
To change your name, to give up on love and science. On good things, poems, fresh coffee, movie theaters, the color blue, butterflies, and the pigeons who flapped their wings at the park across the street.
You wanted to give up.
Instead you got yourself dressed in a fog, a blur of steps, like a children's menu with their coloring dot-to-dots.
You weren’t there, not really; you might start the car, pour the coffee, and clock in.
But this type of sadness wouldn’t be wiped off with a simple handwash and a new pair of gloves.
So you came to work, and asked for more hours, god you’d love to drown in it.
Give you work, problems, ways to ignore the way your soul was infected, festering and oozing.
Doctor McKay snapped her fingers in your face and you snapped at attention, a moment of the mask falling.
But you were able to staple it back on, loving the way the lie bit into your skin.
“You hear me?” She questioned, and you tried to remember what the conversation was about.
Robby and Cassie's eyes met for a moment before he seemed to communicate and walk away.
“Sorry, was lost in the chart. What’s up?” You interject a plastic bit of cheer into your tone.
A sort of silent prayer; ‘Don’t worry about me. Don’t make me lie.’
“The computer went to sleep,” McKay told you calmly, the same tone she used for her patients who needed a gentler hand.
You turned back to the screen that it had in fact timed out, only your reflection in the dark screen greeted you. A face you did your best not to look back at.
You twist back to Dr. McKay, a growing uneasiness shared between the two of you.
The nurses and other doctors had already moved on, everyone ready to go home.
“You doin okay?” The older doctor asked, you wanted to remind her that you were a nurse.
But you stopped yourself; this was too much, too much energy.
Plus McKay had always been kind to you, this was a stupid moment to make an enemy.
McKay had followed you all day, your own personal babysitter.
So you twist your cheeks until your smile curls back on display.
“I’m fine, just a little tired like everyone else.” You attempt to make it sound light, airy, and easy. It’s the end of the shift; you were fine.
But Cassie just moves a step closer; if there was any point where turning invisible was possible, you’d asked for it now.
“You know…I like to think I’m pretty good at reading people.”
You don’t blink, don’t breathe, simply wait.
“Oh yeah?” You finally manage, trying to blend in.
“Yeah, and being on shift with you…well I always want you on my cases. It’s easier, you’re amazing at your job, you’re gentle and sweet with patients. You truly are the best, so please understand i’m not asking to make conversation. Are you okay?” Mckay tries again, and you inhale.
Holding it and considering her now.
Everyone wants authenticity, but no one wants to do the aftercare when they get it.
You can’t be honest, that would end you in a psych hold.
“I promise Dr. McKay I’m doing great.” You use her official title to get her off your tail. Her head tilts to the side just slightly, like she caught the change as well.
“I’m not asking as someone you just work with I-”
You cut her off before she can pretend to care for you.
“I’m sorry I’m not my normally chipper self, but I am still performing fine and-”
McKay puts up her hands to stop you, but Dana misreads the situation and walks over.
“Changing of the guards happening, night crews here. Time to go home.” She displays as if this is a positive thing, but you don’t feel that way.
“What is this?” You grind your teeth and twist to Dana and Cassie. As if they were conspiring against you this whole shift.
“What’s what?” Dana asks, but her face says it all.
“Am I doing my job poorly? Getting fired or something?” You question, and her eyebrows furrow. Realizing she’d been right to worry about you.
“Course not, kid; you run circles around morning crew nurses. You know that.” Dana compliments, but you don’t take it as such. You’re defensive and twitchy, and it has nothing to do with the hours you’d worked.
“Have you made some HR error?” You challenge again, and Dana walks closer to try and keep this moment private.
“Kid-” Dana takes off her glasses and lowers her voice.
“I don’t need help.” You turn your glare at McKay who’s eyebrows shoot up, her frown deepening at your clear miscalculation at your words. You needed help more than you could scream.
Dana doesn’t like it.
“That so?” Her tone changes like you’ve just written your own ticket.
“I’m doing fine, and I don’t know why you put Doctor McKay on my ass.” You say a tad too loud and Cassie chews on the inside of her cheek guiltily.
Dana leans on one hip in her all-knowing way.
“I didn’t tell Doctor McKay to do shit. If she followed you around all day perhaps you got yourself an admirer. We can handle that in a second; now you wanna tell me why my staff is worried about you?”
You open your mouth to argue again, but she holds up her hand.
“Don’t bullshit me, or I’ll have you on sabbatical with therapy so fast your cute head’ll spin.”Dana threatens, but someone calls her name.
“Phone’s ringing! Incoming”
Dana sighs and points to you both.
“Don’t you be going nowhere.” She walks over to the red phone with a new anger flaring.
You take the time to turn to McKay to be even more angry.
But she’s already whispering to you with sensitivity and empathy you don’t want.
“Listen-”
“Save it, what the fuck are you doing?” You don’t believe in good intentions anymore.
“I’m just picking up a weird vibe from you today, that’s all.” Cassie says delicately and you want to run away.
Your shift is almost over, and you don’t need this shit.
You want to go home and be consumed in your problems, in the beautiful isolation. Away from careful glances and prying eyes trying to figure out how to make your issues not theirs.
You take a slow breath; you could still save this
“Doctor McKay, I appreciate you. But I really must insist. I’m just tired.” You try again, unsure where this would end.
Cassie gave a sad smile, just not buying it.
“I’m not someone to worry about, okay?” You mean it.
You could be hit by a truck tomorrow, and they’d have a little moment of silence. Like they did every other patient when they had a spare moment to teach empathy. Then you’d be one less spot in the locker room, one less color-coded name on the list of nurses' shifts.
You’d slip away quietly into the void, not with a bang but in fact with that pathetic whimper.
Cassie’s eyes are full of an emotion you don’t understand.
“Yeah, that’s what worries me. You don’t even know.” McKay looks ready to cry, but she’s unable to. That you understand, no more tears left.
“You know how many people on your shift noticed something was wrong? That something has been wrong for a while? Normally you walk in and you make a joke to the security guards. You ask Whittaker about his farm life. He gets to gab about something Santos doesn’t care about. You check in with the babies, even though it’s not even your rotation yet. You and Robby talk about weird motorcycle facts until he’s in a good mood for once. You bring Dana that special coffee she won’t pay extra for herself. It’s everyone. You walk into this ED, and you glow. It’s so subtle, but so big. You…you haven’t been smiling this week. You stopped going to the nitque to see the babies. You stopped eating at lunch and making Santos snacks…You stopped being you. And your only response is that you aren’t someone to worry about…You’ve been so busy worrying about everyone else.” Cassie's speaking faster than she wanted to, saying more than she wanted to. Scaring you off before she could ever get you.
You shrink under her warmth, McKay. Seeing the first tear fall actually makes you ashamed.
“You thought no one would notice as you picked off pieces of yourself. Making you so small.” Cassie bites her bottom lip, trying to stop talking, but she can’t now.
“I don’t need anyone to worry about me.” You say instead, hoping it will put a cork back in this.
“Maybe you’re wrong,” McKay whispered more carefully now.
You rub at your nose and try not to get emotional as you look down at your sneakers.
“I don’t want, I can’t..” You fumble; you shake your head and clear your throat awkwardly. Your hands tremble just lightly, enough to make you feel weak.
“I think you stopped seeing what was happening around you for a while now.” Cassie reaches out and grabs your bicep, squeezing it comfortingly.
It’s so odd; you don’t remember the last time someone touched you, how starved you were for it.
“I don’t…” You can’t find the lie.
“I’ve been following you on shifts for longer than today. I’d been trying to ask you out for a long while. But when you started to get so sad…I thought maybe I should wait for a better moment…Then I realized you thought you could just fall into the background. I got worried….You stopped…You stopped smiling for real.” Cassie tries to hide the tears now, and you want to run away.
Her warm hand on your arm doesn’t leave, her wet eyes, that caring gaze.
“Please don’t…don’t worry.” You repeat; you can’t handle someone concerned about you.
Dana comes back over, and Cassie drops her hand on you and you hate that you miss it..
“I have two options for you; you can go home with McKay or you can go to the psych ward. But whatever this is-” Dana waves her hand up and down your direction. “It ain’t being ignored a moment longer, I don’t care what Robby said. You’re not coping.”
You pale at the realization that this was bigger than even Cassie noticing. That you weren’t as subtle as you’d thought.
“I can still-”
“No, go home. I don’t want your apology.” Dana surged forward and grabbed you in a rough hug. You felt a sob break free as your arms rounded her shoulder. She cradled you in her arms. You felt like a kid being picked up after a scraped knee. Your tears fell without your knowledge. “You got people here Kid, you can’t just disappear on us.”
Dana squeezes you extra tight before letting go.
You don’t want to lie to her, so instead you don’t say a word. How do you lie to such a mama brear force?
Cassie helps grab your stuff, brings you out of the hospital and you stop and inhale the summer night air.
“I can take you home.” McKay half-offers. Already planning on how to take you away.
“I don’t want to go there.” You answer the first thing honest since this morning.
“Can I take you home with me?” Cassie asks carefully and you turn to lift one eyebrow at her.
“You think the sad girl will put out?” You try to make a self deprecating joke, but the doctor doesn’t find it funny.
“I think if you let me hold you, I wouldn’t let go.” Cassie answers, and you can see she means it.
“I’m not worth this, this devotion. You seeing me…I’m not. I’m not good.” You wring the words around and around. Cassie steps closer, careful of you, scared of you too.
“We’ll disagree on that. Come on.” Cassie holds out her hand, and you’re reminded of every romcom you’ve ever watched.
“Just like that?” You question, as an EMT walks by you, the hospital noise still rumbling inside. You miss the chaos already.
Your sneakers almost stick, the temperature so hot it made the tar sticky.
Cassie smiles sadly at you again, and you realize there might be something nice about being seen.
Her hands in her jeans as she walks closer like a teenage lover so bashful, so tender. All full of new promises.
“You know I worried about you before I ever knew you were upset. I worried if you got something to eat before shift. If you got enough sleep. It would be a service to me if you let me worry less. I can make us dinner; I’ll sleep on the sofa, we can watch TV.” Cassie tries to make it sound casual, not like she was asking you to let her make a life with you.
A word of less worrying, more knowing, knowing where you were and how you were feeling.
Cassie’s so close now you can smell the last coffee she had, her lips cracked from not enough water on this shift. The circles under her eyes, all the softness that made Cassie so very real in front of you.
A horrible thought passes, and you have to voice it;
“What if I’m sad, so sad that you can’t fix it?” You don’t want to scare her away, but there was a reality to this.
Cassie reaches her hand over to threat her fingers in yours.
“Who said anything about fixing it? Why don’t you just let me hold it with you for a while?” Cassie asks so gently you feel tears threaten to spill away.
“You’d do that?” You ask and Cassie moves in, wrapping you in a hug once more. This one is very different than Dana. She holds you with love you’ve yet to find for yourself. With a promise of so much more.
Cassie x F! teacher reader (reader is in late 20's )
A/N: before we dive into it, this is the first fic I've written in years sooo it might not be perfect. (just fluff) btw this not proofread whatsoever so excuse my grammar and punctuation.
It all started on Monday morning, when Harrison jumped onto Cassie's bed jolting her awake instantly. The redhead's eyes fluttered for a few seconds before her eyes landed on her son who was, dressed head to toe looking up at her with a softened expression. She sat upright looking at him with a look of confusion etched across her features. "Harrison, buddy? w-what's up? " The woman reached for her phone on the nightstand before the boy could even get a word in, she let out a shriek. Her eyes quickly scanned the time on her phone before, setting it back down on the nightstand and pulling off the covers scrambling to get up. Harrison just nodded up at his mother before retreating back into the hallway but not before saying " Ms. L/N will understand mom ".
It hadn't been the first time where Cassie had woken up late it happened every now and then, her job was just so demanding, and it took a lot on her especially on the days she had Harrison and had to take him to school. She had slipped her flip flops on and grabbed her phone, ultimately shoving it into the pocket of her boy shorts. She had no time to get dressed she had to take her son to school as it was her main focus. She sauntered into the living room clad in boy shorts and an oversized faded punk rock shirt. Harrison placed his bowl in the sink before reaching for his backpack, Cassie's left hand grabbed the keys out of the fishbowl, both of them headed out the front door without a second thought. The drive to school was Harrison reassuring his mom that it was okay while Cassie gripped the steering wheel trying to get him there safely.
Cassie pulled into the school parking lot her car coming to a halt as she placed it in park, she scurried off the car with her son as they approached the school steps. Realistically she had only been late by five minutes, the teacher stood idly by as a few more students rolled into the classroom. She walked Harrison to his class biding her son goodbye with a hug " have a good day kiddo" she said with a smile on her face before turning to the teacher and profusely apologizing. Cassie stumbled over words as she looked at her son's teacher, she was in a flowy summer skirt, a white t-shirt along with a matching cardigan. I'm r-really sorry Ms. L/N, I overslept and my alarm didn't go off and-" the redhead rambled off intermediately the teacher cut her off. The woman let out a chuckle before briefly speaking " It's okay Ms. Mckay, I completely understand " she offered a light squeeze to Cassie's shoulders. Cassie's cheeks turned a beet red at the reassurance and light squeeze to her shoulders from the younger woman's soft hands, oh they were so soft and gentle she thought. The redhead cleared her throat at have been thinking about her son's teacher and how pretty she was.
Cassie awkwardly ran her hand through her hair as she apologized once more " have a good day pretty " she mentally slapped herself as she turned on her heel. "Fuck, what an Idiot?! pretty?! " She muttered to herself. The younger woman blushed a crimson red, there was no denying the older woman was attractive she'd often checked Cassie out with no shame. " You too Ms. Mckay " the younger woman called after her as she headed back into class ready to start the day. Cassie drove home thinking about the innocent interaction but at the embarrassment she felt at, making herself a fool in front of Harrison's teacher.
The End
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed that, should I make a part 2? leave suggestions if so please :). my asks are open for anything you'd like to request.
godd imagine cassie being the one with mommy (kink? issues?) cassie wanting to spoil victoria rotten, make a brat out of her, show her that she deserves a love so encompassing and whole. cassie wanting victoria to come to her when she’s being needy, to use her whenever she wants to, to rely on her because cassie knows what it means to have no one in your corner so she wants to be that person for her baby. (cassie wanting victoria to call her it—mommy, mommy, mommy.)
cassie mckay and reader get into argument and ends up with reader in tears and cassie feels really guilty and comforts us after she made us cry🙏 love me some fluffy angst
you and cassie didn’t argue often, which was probably why it hurt so much when you finally did. it started over something stupid, something neither of you would even remember in a week, but one frustrated comment turned into another until cassie was speaking before she could think and you were standing across the room with tears already gathering in your eyes.
the second cassie saw your face fall, she regretted every word. “baby, wait—” but you were already wiping at your cheeks, quietly telling her you needed a minute before disappearing into the bedroom. cassie stood there feeling like the biggest asshole alive, replaying what she’d said and realizing how unnecessarily harsh she’d been.
she gave you a few minutes before knocking softly on the door, her voice much gentler this time. “can i come in?” when you didn’t answer, she opened the door anyway, finding you curled up on the bed with your back turned toward her. cassie climbed in slowly, leaving enough space for you to move away if you wanted, and when you didn’t, she carefully wrapped her arms around your waist.
“i’m sorry,” she whispered against your shoulder, pressing a tiny kiss there. “i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. you didn’t deserve it.” you sniffled and finally turned around, and cassie immediately pulled you against her chest, rubbing your back while you cried quietly into her shirt.
“i hate that i made you cry,” she murmured, kissing your forehead again and again. “i love you too much to ever want to be the reason you’re hurting.” and for the rest of the night, cassie refused to let you doubt how sorry she was, keeping you tucked against her chest until your tears finally stopped and you were both quiet again.
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have we considered cassie working two fingers into emma’s soaking pussy hard, curling them in the way that makes the woman beneath her keen with every stroke, cassie above her, braced on her free arm, grinning down at her
tell me how it feels babygirl, smiles wider when emma manages to open her eyes long enough to properly stare up at cassie, then it’s her babbling mixed with with the increasingly wet sounds from between her legs, so good cassie, feels so good, please don’t stop
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