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- the fall -

trinity santos x fem!reader

cw: none!

summary: you eat shit in the middle of pittsburgh, but meet a sexy doctor along the way

a/n: so this is almost entirely based off something that happened to me two days ago except there was no hot trinity santos :(

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Though you just moved to Pittsburgh a few weeks ago, you decide to familiarize yourself with the lay of the land- both geographically and physically- as soon as possible. You want Pittsburgh to feel like home- to be a regular somewhere, to have friends outside of work, and neighbors you exchange pleasantries with in the hallways of your apartment. So, when you discover that two blocks over is a farmer’s market hosted every Saturday morning, you jump eagerly at the chance, hoping to play nice with vendors and immerse yourself in the city culture.

You come prepared with a tote bag for your goodies and your light blue water bottle rattling with ice, a lesbian charm clinking against the metal as you walk. What you’ve not prepared for, however, is the uneven, crumbling nature of the sidewalk surrounding the market. It’s surely hard enough to walk on it in the best of shoes, but you’re in platform sandals, making it even worse.

You’ve just finished at the fruit stand, purchasing a basket of strawberries and a few apples, when the worst thing possible happens; one second, you’re happily traipsing down the street, and the next you’ve hit the ground hard, strawberries flying everywhere. It happens so fast you’re a little dumbfounded, but you’re even more aware of the many people looking your way- especially from the loud clang your metal water bottle made against the pavement.

A loud laugh sounds from above you and you look up, cheeks warming in embarrassment as the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen laughs at your expense. Your face must give away your dismay because she covers her mouth apologetically, barely hiding her still-large grin.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, are you okay?” she asks, offering her hand to you.

You giggle sheepishly, taking her hand gratefully and standing, “yeah I’m okay. My ego is more bruised than anything.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. If I were you, though I’d never trip like that, I’d have to die.”

Your smile widens, eyes rolling playfully, “wow, thanks-“

“Trinity,” the brunette shares, eyes softening slightly.

You finally drop her hand gently, offering your own name in return. You take a second to appreciate her more closely, admiring the way her short, brown hair curls around her ears and her long, white skirt flows around her hips. Her green eyes are striking in the sun , and you find yourself transfixed by them.

“Are you sure you’re okay,” she asks gently, fingers dusting over your wrist, “I’m a doctor, so I feel the need to ask.”

God, she’s sexy and she’s a doctor?

“I promise, I really am. Thank you, Trinity.”

Her smile widens at the use of her first name and her eyes dart quickly over your body, “well, I still think maybe you could use a good check up in a few days…maybe over coffee? Doctor’s orders.”

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, barely suppressing the dopey grin on your face, “well if it’s doctor’s orders, who am I to disagree?”

“Smart girl,” she praises, sending a chill up your spine.

You part ways with one another’s numbers saved in your phones and big fat smiles on your faces. Just as you’re settling back at home you receive a text:

Doctor Hottie: make it home okay?

You: yes, thank you x

You: see you saturday for our “appointment”?

Doctor Hottie: see you then, gorgeous ;)

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jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who have been dating for a few months now. jack has been a wonderful boyfriend and also wonderful inspiration for songwriting

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who writes and records the first song she ever wrote about jack called tears (sabrina carpenter)

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who wants jack to be the first person to hear the demo of the song, since he’s the one it’s about, but is really nervous to play it for him

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who sits down on the couch one night and pulls up her phone, stating she has “something to share.” she presses play on the recording, watching jack’s face eagerly.

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who can’t get a read on jack’s feelings because his face is impossibly neutral- calm and thoughtful, like the doctor he is- throughout listening.

jack abbot x fem!popstar reader…

- who doesn’t know what to say when the first words out of jack’s mouth after the song ends aren’t “that was really good” or “that was super sexy” or even, “i really liked that,” but instead “that made me sad.”

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who feels tears prick at her eyes, because now she feels embarassed and stupid. she starts backpedaling- “it’s just a demo, might not even make it on the album.”

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who freezes when jack catches her wrists, looks her in the eyes gently, and says “it doesn’t make me sad because i think it’s silly or bad. it’s because the implications are sad. if i make you feel that good by doing the bare minimum, than that means you’ve never been given even that in your past relationships, and that makes me sad, because you deserve so much more.”

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who now has tears in her eyes for a different reason, pulling jack in for a sweet peck. when she pulls away he smirks gently, “i mean, i’m flattered i get you going so easily, but i can and will do so much more.”

jack abbot x fem!popstar!reader…

- who totally trusts her boyfriend, but lets him prove it for hours anyways. by the end of the night there are tears rolling down more than just her face ;)

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- bitch -

michael robinavitch x gn!reader (age not specified)

summary: robby overhears something he isn’t supposed to and takes it as a challenge rather than an insult.

a/n: random thought I had before bed last night

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Though no one will say it out loud, the day shift at PTMC is in a bit of lull and everyone is greatful for it-now’s the best time for you to catch up on charting, and the best time for Trinity to approach you with a devious look in her eyes. She leans her forearms against the counter, a smirk playing at her lips. Dennis, who is setting next to you in the other free chair, groans.

“No, Santos,” you mutter.

“I didn’t even say anything,” she protests, raising her hands in mock offense.

“You didn’t have to, you’re acting suspicious,” Dennis offers.

“Shut up, Huckleberry.” She turns to you, “Can’t a girl just come talk to her friend during some downtime?”

You don’t look up from your computer as you respond, “is that what we are?”

Trinity huffs at your dry response, “and I thought I was the bitchiest one here.”

“That’s obviously Robby,” you retort, your lips barely tugging into a smile.

Santos’ eyes sparkle with amusement as she leans closer to you and Dennis, “speaking of Dr. Robby…”

You pause your typing, the cursor blinking at you mockingly as you fight between your desire to finish your charts and indulge your friend.

“Who do you think is hotter, him or Dr. Abbot,” Trinity asks teasingly.

Whitaker lets out a strangled gasp, eyes widening as he looks around thr floor, hoping no one has heard, “Trinity?!”

You, on the other hand, only smile, biting your lower lip in thought, “depends on what you’re into. If you’re into the whole mysterious, silver fox thing, then Abbot. But if you like the grumpy, dad bod vibe, you go for Robby.”

Trinity shrugs, ignoring her roommate, “sure. But what do you think.”

“Guys, I really don’t think-“

“Robby,” you answer calmly, turning back to your computer.

Dennis’ eyes widen impossibly larger and Trinity outright laughs, drawing the attention of Perlah and Dana. The latter cocks her eyebrow at the three of you, indicating you need to wrap up your conversation in honor of being productive.

“You’d really date Robby over Abbot?” Whitaker mutters harshly, cheeks a little pink.

“Woah, woah, woah,” you say, holding your hand up, “slow down, farm boy, I never said anything about dating. The question was about who’s hotter.”

He furrows his brows.

“Look, I might think Dr. Robby is more attractive, but Abbot would be a better boyfriend by far. Despite the occassional emotional constipation and reckless hobby, he’s sweet. And, clearly, doesn’t have issues with commitment. Robby though- everyone knows about his seven week itches, and, like I said, he’s a bitch.”

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Michael Robinavitch isn’t often in a good mood at work these days, but to hear his (secretly) favorite coworker call him a bitch, even behind his back, is a bit of a rude awakening. Michael knows he’s been snippy, and he really should give Jack’s therapist a call sometime, but a bitch? He feels that’s a bit drastic.

The chief attending knows he really shouldn’t care. He’s fifty fucking years old for Christ’s sake- too old to be caring about what other people think of him. Yet, your words linger in his mind. Where is this coming from anyways? He thought today had been better than some in awhile, but clearly he’s still done something to piss someone off… piss you off.

Subtly, Robby moves closer to your conversation without being detected, iPad shoved closer to his face.

“Well, you know, he’s not always a-“ Dennis protests, the fight flickering out of him when Trinity gives a look.

“Surely Robby has something to offer with all the women who are always falling all over him?” he offers instead.

Trinity snickers, “yeah, money. And maybe a big d-“

“Okay!” you say loudly, standing from your chair rather abruptly, “I think that’s about enough of that, Trin. Don’t you have charting to do?”

“But teasing you about your attraction to Robby is wayyyy more fun!” she replies as you walk away, ignoring her.

Michael feels heat rush to his cheeks. You think he’s attractive? But you also think he’s a bitch….

He watches as you walk away, figure showing just slightly through your scrubs.

Perhaps he needs to prove you wrong.