Just wanted to say that watching you post your own writing has given my the confidence to start posting my own on AO3 (it is a little crashtos fic bc I am a crashtos truther) anyway thank you
wtf i’m crying this makes me so happy to hear 😭🥹 i’d love to read your crashtos fic, we need more crashtos!!!🤍
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSQrCTVXR/ not a request but do yall know any fics like thiss?? Where ppl in the ED thought matteo and vic have something/chemistry or they ship them but actually vic and mckay are secretly have something going on?? Just like the weeknd song
“But does he know you call me when he sleep?”
AAAAAAA
this edit is AMAZING omfg. the cut from mateo to cassie??? INJECT IT.
unfortunately i don’t know any fics like this. i haven’t read that many mcvadi fics compared to most mcvadi fans tbh. if there is a fic like this, i hope this post reaches someone who knows of it ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ there’s more mcvadi fics on ao3 than tumblr, so i’d assume you’d find it there if there is one!
older wife! cassie who loves receiving calls in the middle of the day to heard her younger wife talk about her day. mostly she loves the text messages her baby sent her while she is watching reality tv shows— like the secret life of mormon wives.
imessage
my wife 💘
my wife
wait
no, no jen its just selfish
ugh 🙄🙄
i can’t-
cassie.
wait, baby what happened to their friendship!?
thought they were friends btw.
weird dont you think????
my wife 💘
YOU WONT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!
JEN JUST SAID THAT WHITNEY STOLE HER DREAM
LIKE WTF????
DANCING WITH THE STARS ISNT EVEN A THING TO STOLE
wtf
im like mad
cassie.
wait thats weird baby,
you should called me
missing you though.. and your voice of course.
older wife! cassie who only opened her instagram account AGAIN just for you and give likes to her wife instagram posts.
older wife! cassie who openly talks about her marriage with dana or sometimes even she just started a conversation JUST TO TALK ABOUT HER!!! wasn’t even discreet anymore, at this point she started a conversation cassie started a conversation with ‘did you know that my wife found the most incredible donut places closer to the hospital?’
older wife! cassie who secretly LOVES pet names, calling her wife from ‘baby’ to ‘baby girl’ to ‘doll’ to ‘my wife’ everything to let her know how much she was loved.
older wife! cassie buying her wife some nightgows to sleep or go out.. she just loves seeing her wife
nsfw
older wife! cassie who waits for harrison to fall sleep to fuck her wife ass up and face down and against a pillow to not let harrison heard the noise, wrists tied behind her back pounding her again the bed.
older wife! cassie who adores, simply just- uuuugh loves to see her wife wrapping her hands on her strap on, realistic cock, specifically because her hands were wrapped up around it, the beautiful seven ring carat engagement ring, cassie spend every single penny she owned but god IT WORTH IT.
older wife! cassie who after sex after care was her favorite thing in the world, running a bath, having some bubble bath, some candles, some lavender scent and kisses and just kisses!!!
OH NO! LOVE IS THE MAIN THING #01 — SAMIRA MOHAN SERIES. . .
samira mohan x doctor!reader.
samira gif by @matthewrhys
summary — ᨳଓ . You and Samira were inseparable since you met, and the moment she drifts away from you, you wonder what you did wrong. The truth is, nothing; but no one could have prepared you for what you saw at the bar.
content warnings — ᨳଓ . angst as fuck, the reader is a loser lesbian and its mel's roomie hell yeahh, sorry no mohabbot here :( reader comes from a family of doctors but the last name isn’t specified so no physical descriptions! reader is you, frank and reader being chaotic... ROBBYLANGDON IN SIGHT!!! sorry I love them, they’re into something, and frank is obsessed with that old man, a bit of hate towards jack, I adore him it’s just for the plot, samira and reader lots of unresolved romantic tension!!! they’ll deal with it in upcoming chapters, reader is a britney spears fan (sorry if u arent) lots of silly jokes.
wc — ᨳଓ . 3.8k
paxton's silly note — ᨳଓ . We're in pride month and there are hardly any fics about my beautiful Samira, so I'm here to change that!!! I adore her, guys, please write more about the women of the pitt. Also, this is part of a series, so if you want to be added to the taglist for the second part, let me know. Plus, comments are appreciated, I'm super excited about this series. ۶ৎ
my ko-fi !
You hated it when people shut down problem-solving and just said 'it's hard being me,' and you did it your whole life, until it was your turn to really feel how hard it is to be you; that's when you understood that everyone has problems and it's 100% valid to cry or get angry just because. Just like you used to every time you heard the name Samira Mohan around you.
You constantly felt out of place in public spaces, or anywhere you had to interact with a number of people you weren’t used to, and if you were honest, you never would be.
You were never a great companion for birthdays, or for all those parties and celebrations that involve just enjoying yourself. And it's true, even if it sounds terribly pathetic.
And you discovered it back when you were riding your bike, racing against your older sister to see who could skip any family or outside event — only for both of you to end up being forced to go just for being family. You thought it was silly, but your mom always told you while tugging your arm with a firmness you’d doubt a chef could have, that 'bonds are the most important connection' so your only life plan at such a young age was to follow them.
Yeah, the truth is, both are that complicated.
As a kid, whenever you were invited to your cousins' or classmates' birthdays, you felt like they were doing it out of mere obligation, and you didn’t really feel like you were having fun enough to want to go to a party every time you were invited. And even though it’s likely that they actually weren’t inviting you out of courtesy, your brain and neurotransmitter activity made you think they were.
And that went on for a long time. Much of your college life was nothing more than long, stressful, tedious days, and even the annoying, constant thought of quitting the degree you were initially forced to choose because of your family, because you repeatedly felt like you couldn’t live with all the pressure that came with being part of such a big family legacy, especially not wanting to choose the same future as them.
It was tough. You had really earned by this point a master's degree in enduring all the blows that life claimed to give you since you could remember, and it was like that for a long time, getting used to the monotony that came with being depressed, or as Robby liked to call it whenever you got stressed, being 'isolated from your priorities' which you constantly neglected because of work and wanting a life outside of it, going on dates with any hookup you met at a bar, or just watching movies with Mel, or cooking for her and Samira when she came over to your run-down apartment to hang out.
And that was basically your routine: being tied to the job you had gotten used to, ignoring your family, being with Mel, visiting her sister whenever she wasn’t bored, and spending your quiet days with Samira.
It all came down to being with Samira. You liked doing all that, or well, you loved spending all your free time with her, trying all kinds of food at restaurants all over the city. On Saturdays, she would take care of going to the library near your apartment with you because your days were too ordinary not to spend with her, and always, every time you went to her big house in the suburbs, you would watch movies where she would fall asleep on your shoulder every time, and you couldn't help but put your arm around her neck to hold her close to you.
Every damn time.
And so it went on for a long time, where you couldn't wait for your shift to end because you were too excited to spend time with her without the work schedule tormenting your senses, and it was amazing. Until the outings and all the meetings started to drop off abruptly, which even surprised Langdon himself because he was already used to seeing them together at the exit while he stayed in the hood of his car smoking a cigarette shared with Robby every damn night.
You were surprised in the same way, and even though she didn’t deliberately ignore you to the point that you’d notice easily, everything reached a point where you only saw each other when you ran into each other in any situation that involved both of you, or when you said goodbye to her when she started staying a little later at the center and you felt terrible, because how is it possible that Samira had conditioned you like a pavlovian dog to the point that you felt incomplete without her. Neither the movies nor the sushi nights were the same without her, although the amazing roommate that Mel is made up for it with the nonsense she would say, and your laughter helped.
Although it could never be the same.
And it went on like that for about three months, you were starting to feel it worse than grief, but it is what it is and all the strange attitude Samira had towards you made you suspect that you had probably done something wrong that you still didn’t know about, or she had simply gotten tired of the monotony of your life. And that was the theory you put together in your mind and decided to believe so you wouldn’t fall into external delusions.
Until one saturday night, while you were having a drink with Frank listening to him talk about the only topic he cared about, which is Robby and how he felt they had a mystical connection beyond the usual. You were surprised, but you noticed Samira’s figure, and even though she was facing away, you recognized her at the bar taking a selfie next to the face you recognized as Dr. Abbot while he gave her a kiss on the cheek, waiting for her to finish capturing the moment. You managed to see from a few meters away the flash that lit up their faces until Langdon himself noticed and let out a small shout that could be heard over the music while waving at them and inviting them to come over to you two.
You wanted to die of embarrassment and horror, you pinched his side with all the strength you could muster and lowered your gaze to your beer, which had warmed from the way you were holding it, hoping the worst would happen, or at least that Samira would also feel the discomfort from meters away and decide to decline the offer from the idiot next to you, smiling like a damn golden retriever. You waited, waited, and got tired of waiting, but the seconds dragged on, and nothing happened except for Langdon's whine, until Dr. Abbot's voice reached your ears, apologizing for the interruption before sitting down across from Frank and Samira opposite you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You didn't want to lift your gaze, but you had to put all your mental strength into the situation even though you recognized it was difficult. At one point, you drowned your friendly sorrows in alcohol while listening to someone else drown their feelings for a man who probably doesn't feel anything for him. You were embarrassing just like the damn Langdon who greets colleagues as if he's never seen them before.
Fucking idiot.
"We're sorry for the interruption" he says as he sits and pulls out a chair for Mira. You notice that, and your brain makes the instant connection: you could be good friends with Langdon, but that doesn't mean you're as stupid as he is, so you quickly understand what's going on but choose not to say anything, unless your unconscious jumps in and spills everything you've been holding back. "I didn't know you'd be here," he laughs, awkwardly, before putting his arm behind the chair and rubbing her shoulder. You see Frank, who has stayed dumbfounded for a long while at the gesture, and you decide to speak before he can come out with the same stupid things that got you into this in the first place.
"Believe me, Dr. Abbot, you're not interrupting anything," you say while wiping the sweat off your bottle on your blue jeans. "We didn't even know you guys were coming here…"
"Please, just call me Jack!" he says, laughing, to which Frank joins in. "We're off the clock, and I prefer to be completely informal with Mira's friends, if I'm honest." You can't help but notice how he laughs again while pointing at you and Frank.
Mira…
You were the only one who called her that out of all the people you knew.
You don’t want to brag, but that was the damn nickname you gave her immediately, and you were the only one who called her that everywhere; you didn’t know if only Jack came up with it too or if he heard you say it, and Samira wasn’t bothered that he called her that too.
Damn straight propaganda. You were fed up at this point.
"Well… just Jack, I guess it’s a surprise for everyone then, so what brings you guys here?" you decide to ask to lighten the mood and the constant pounding of your heart that’s about to have a heart attack. "I didn’t know you were free today…"
"I told you," Frank argues as he interrupts you, and Jack in the same way "Robby is covering with a double shift tonight, that’s why he didn’t come with us"
'Oh, really?' you turn to him. 'I didn’t know.'
'You should pay more attention, I told you before we got here, I had invited him and he said no, so I had to invite you,' he says, and you study his face for a second to realize he’s serious. 'It’s just that you never listen to me.'
How dare he!?
"Wow, I don’t even know how to respond to that"
You decide to ignore the topic, and when you turn around, you see Samira on her phone, completely disconnected from the situation, so you come up with a way to guide her toward an answer that will probably go straight for your jugular. But that's just how you are, and habits are hard to forget, so you're used to girls being platonic or not, hitting your heart a thousand times.
"And you guys… what brings you here?" you ask, squinting at both of them, even though you already knew what was going on.
"Well," Jack laughs and swallows before looking at her, "My girl wanted to go out for a bit because she was feeling a little down, and I would never say no to her."
"Oh shit! Your… your girl, you say wow…" you laugh as you watch Langdon start using his phone to avoid the awkwardness. "I… well, I really didn’t know you guys were a thing or that, well, you were going so, so fast. I mean…" you look at her, "I didn’t even know it was real. And how long has this been going on?" You make a circle with your hands. "Because all Mira has done all this time is be busy and have some mystery on her hands. I thought she was selling pills… just like Langdon." You laugh, and he elbows you in the side.
"Seriously, you didn't know?" Jack wondered, taking off his glasses for a second to clean them. "I thought by now you would know. Well, Robby always told me they were together all the time! Just like peas in a pod."
"Yeah, that's how it was supposed to be," you nod with deep discomfort, until Samira herself decides to speak up and interrupts you before you can say something that might get her in trouble.
"And you guys? What are you doing here alone? I didn’t know you and Langdon were… whatever this is," she said in a rough tone, looking you in the eyes, probably challenging you to respond.
What the hell, sure.
You wanted to laugh or, well, if you were honest with yourself, the universe had decided to give you a beating that not even Adonis Creed himself could withstand in the damn ring; so your only viable option, where you saw that you could end up looking like a champion, was to cry out of anguish, because what kind of question was that? Samira knew perfectly well that your relationship with Langdon had been purely platonic since you met and became friends in no time, besides, you had told her a while ago about your clear preference for women, so that comment felt more like a very unnecessary attack. You were bewildered, and you weren't the only one, but neither Jack nor Frank dared to say anything that could make things worse. You noticed that none of them had drinks anymore besides hers, but you didn’t want to call over any waiter to the table because you were sure your face showed the discomfort you felt.
"I think everyone here knows that I don't date married men," you state, finishing the ruin of what’s left of your night. "Or well, men in general, but that’s not something everyone needs to worry about."
"I’m not married anymore," Langdon says, before looking down again. "Just to clarify, divorced life isn’t as bad as you’d expect, obviously."
"Yeah, I’d heard something about that," Jack says, nodding before continuing as if nothing happened.
The seconds pass and a deadly silence falls, and so you call the waiter to get yourself another useless beer to avoid acting like a complete idiot and leaving while it's raining outside, although if you think about it, it's dramatic enough to make your point; but you prefer to leave it like that, just as everyone else is also ordering one. Frank starts talking with Jack about work stuff that neither you nor Samira are really interested in knowing, so your farm game on your phone starts to get more interesting than usual. You're feeding your little cows when you get a message from Samira, so you lift your gaze to her and see her pointing at your device. You pause your animals for a second and open the only chat you had archived.
The cute nickname she had months ago had been replaced just with her first and last name and a damn period at the end, nothing more, nothing less, just as rough as the other hospital coworkers you had added, except for Langdon, who had a personal nickname you had come up with after his treatment even though he still didn’t know it. You go into the small message box and read the first one, and even though you try not to show any emotion, you know that anything she does or says affects you in weird ways that sometimes even scare you to admit to yourself.
SAMIRA MOHAN: "damn… I'm sorry about just now" "I'm a fucking idiot" "I really am lol" "I don't know what went through my head saying such things"
YOU: "Loooolll it's good that you're aware" "I won't lie, you hurt my feelings :/" "And now you have a boyfriend, what a joke, are we in the era of Samira the liar?"
SAMIRA MOHAN: "GOD NO, DON'T THINK THAT SERIOUSLY I'M SO SORRY :(((" "I'M A FUCKING IDIOT IK" "btw I didn't want you to find out that way either :(" "I didn't know how to tell you and I think I totally panicked and I know that doesn't justify anything, my actions towards you mostly, but I didn't want anyone to know. I'm so embarrassed"
YOU: "Yeah, well…" "I thought it was more important than any idiot like Whitaker or Ogilvie" "I don't know what to tell you besides that you hurt all my feelings and our trust."
SAMIRA MOHAN: "I need you to know that that was never my intention"
YOU: "Aren't we still the best friends I thought we were?"
At that moment, she lifts her eyes from her phone and looks at you intently for a few seconds that seem longer than they really are, and for a moment you feel your teeth vibrate in your mouth from nerves. Everything happens in slow motion until Jack takes her hand, which isn’t holding anything, and places it on his knee, not without first giving it a loud kiss and smiling in her direction. Even though she keeps looking at you after reading your last message, you decide to let it be and just carry on as if that interaction of no more than 7 seconds is bothering you.
Even though you just can't tell your mind not to overthink it, because that was always the dynamic between Samira and you, platonic to the core in every way since you met and had that magical click that bonded you until what you considered a worse separation than with any of the girls you've been with and that's saying a lot because you were known to fall hard, really hard. So much so that you weren't allowed to think about Carmine, the girl from a year ago with whom you planned to move in after knowing each other for just three short months. It bothers you that you're so damn bold when it comes to being with someone, and even though you can be foolish for being so impulsive, those were extremely wild times, you admit.
There comes a moment at night where Langdon and Jack go to play pool over a simple bet of about 35 dollars, and the next round of drinks is on the loser, so you and her are left alone with the dim light, the yellow bulbs as company.
"I'm a damn idiot," she says, as she brings her hands to the table and looks you in the eyes, maybe looking for a reaction, but that's the last thing you want to give her. She deserves the damn silent treatment, though you're soft-hearted and at some point, you'd fall back into her arms and the charm that surrounds Samira's soul. "And I really am sorry for being so bad at not telling you anything, I didn't want to make you go through some kind of silent treatment, but… I panicked! And I didn't want you to know about Jack. Well, I mean I did want you to, but at least not like that!" she exclaims quickly.
You didn’t want to answer him, at least not right now; but you were in a public place, and if you didn’t, you’d be a total brat, plus you had like 5 messages in the last minute from Frank saying you should fix the awkward vibe. Does he think you can solve everything with a magic wand? Idiot.
And you weren’t going to deny it either, you missed her more than you missed Britney Spears when she took a hiatus. And that says a lot. So you took a metaphorical deep breath and decided to jump into the damn lion’s mouth; either way, you were going to do it sooner or later.
"Yeah, sure… I get it," you say, forcing a smile that you can even feel is fake and rough, but again, you can’t help it.
Samira shakes her head several times and gives you a disbelieving look that screams at you how much of a liar you are. "Don't do that… Not to me, don't lie to me."
It made no sense to deny it, to hell with keeping scruples, you were on the edge of your decline into madness. "Just like you lied to me? You see that's not good… It’s been months, Samira, and you didn’t even bother to tell me you’ve been dating that damn Abbot. Are you crazy? How could you think to hide something like that?" She froze for a few seconds while you stammered everything you had to say to her.
"I have no justification whatsoever, and I know it, I was a complete idiot for hiding it, but everything happened so fast and suddenly Jack wouldn’t stop…" She breathes in short bursts and continues, "And well… we had a few dates and it just happened, it wasn’t something I did on purpose."
"What about Jack? Does he also get turned on by playing hide and seek?" You’re a damn cynic, that’s what you are, but you want to attack her straight at the jugular and being direct about what you feel is your way of doing it.
"No, no, no, of course not," she exclaims and swallows, she’s nervous, you notice, but you think about not telling her that you know that, you don’t want to seem crazier than you already are because of the situation. "He wanted me to tell you, he realized we’d been distant for a while and figured out it was because of all this," she makes a gesture with her hands. "And he told me to tell you, although he didn’t want everyone on PTMC to know, only Robby knows… and well, now you guys."
You slam your fist on the table harder than you wanted to. "Robby?! Damn idiot, he never told me…"
She turns her face, understanding, "I begged him not to do it."
"You still don't have a justification." You narrow your eyes and turn to Langdon, who is on a call while Jack waits for his turn. "You were an idiot and a really, really bad friend, and that's what bothered me. I just don't know why you did it. I don't want you to hide things from me because you think I’ll get upset. I would never do that to you. Look, probably with Frank, yes, but with you, I would never even think about it."
She nods and looks at her feet for a second. "It wasn’t because of you! I believe you, and you’re completely right, and my last wish is for us to be upset or to disappoint you… I would never do that consciously, and I hope you know that. I think I was just scared it would become more real… that’s all."
"You broke the code, that’s it," you smile trying to break the ice, and she laughs, and you look at her, so you can’t help but laugh too.
"Shut up! I feel like a total garbage bag."
"You’re not, there are worse people," you say, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Does he treat you well?"
She smiles and nods, you can see it in her eyes, she’s in love. "He’s a damn knight in shining armor."
"He’d better watch out, or he’ll be dealing with the worst rat in the hospital… that is, me."
She smiles at you and puts her phone on the table. "It’s good to hear that from you… so, are we good?"
You grin from ear to ear like the damn Cheshire Cat, trying to cover your mouth with your phone before nodding and watching her come over to give you a hug. "Of course!"
"God, thank you! I couldn’t handle another week without you."
In one way or another, all roads led you back into Samira’s clutches.
the concept of hucklerobby and barantos double date where dennis and trinity spend the whole time ignoring their actual partners to hang out and robby and baran are just experiencing the most uncomfortable silence bc they don't really want to talk to each other
summary: You and Cassie are in a secret relationship, but your coworkers are constantly trying to catch the two of you together and prove their suspicions. OR, 3 times you narrowly avoided getting caught after being interrupted in the worst possible moments + 1 time you finally did.
pairing: cassie mckay x female!reader
word count: 5.4k
a/n: i have been working on this all week, and im so happy its finished, it turned out bigger than i had initially intended it to... but what can i say? i was inspired! hope you guys like it, because i sure did enjoy writing it!
1.
“You’re staring again.”
Cassie barely looked up from where she was leaning against the break room counter, one hand curled loosely around her to go coffee cup. The light of the break room overhead cast a tired sort of glow across her features. The sleeves of her light grey undershirt were pushed up to her elbows, exposing the soft skin of her forearms.
Still, even exhausted, she looked so unfairly good.
“Can you blame me?” she asked, her voice slightly raspy by fatigue.
You felt heat immediately creep up your neck.
You rolled your eyes to try and hide the effect she had on you, as you leaned back against the vending machine, across from where she stood, with your arms crossed loosely over your chest. The break room was empty for once, the door was ajar muffling the sounds of the chaotic ED outside.
“God, you’re impossible,” you muttered.
The corner of Cassie’s mouth twitched upward teasingly.
“And yet,” she started casually, yet lowly in the empty room, setting her coffee down beside her before stepping closer to where you stood, “you still love me.”
Cassie stopped directly in front of you, close enough that you could smell the lingering soft scent of her shampoo mixed with the scent of fresh, warm coffee. One of her hands settled against the vending machine beside your hip, caging you in without really meaning to.
You looked up at her and immediately regretted it. Not because you didn’t like how she was looking at you, but rather that you liked it way too much to maintain a professional posture. The look she was giving you made your stomach flip and your heart beat increase embarrassingly fast against your chest.
“You know, Santos is getting suspicious,” you whispered, your voice quieter now that Cassie was standing so close to you.
Cassie leaned one shoulder lazily against the vending machine you were leaned onto, her eyes still fixed on your face. “Santos is always suspicious about everything,” she said.
You let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, but now she’s interrogating me.”
Cassie lifted her eyebrows in question. “What do you mean?”
“She’s been pressing me about where I’ve been wandering off to most nights.”
At that, Cassie snorted quietly, the sound warm and fond all at once. You watched the corner of her mouth lift slightly before she stepped even closer, if that was even possible, until the front of her scrubs brushed lightly against your own.
“She’s been literally cornering me every chance she gets.” you muttered, lowering your voice despite the fact the break room was empty besides the two of you.
Cassie’s hand then settled against your waist, and her thumb brushed absentmindedly against the fabric of your own undershirt, the small movement was enough to send warmth curling low in the pit of your stomach.
Cassie seemed to notice this immediately, as a faint, knowing smile pulled at the corner of her mouth at your reaction, leading her to lean even closer to you.
“She’s gonna figure it out eventually,” Cassie whispered.
You swallowed hard at her words. “You sound weirdly too okay with that.”
Cassie’s fingers tightened slightly at your waist before sliding just barely beneath the hem of your scrub top, her touch was warm you could feel the heat of her hand straight through your undershirt.
“Maybe I am.” She admitted softly.
Your breath caught embarrassingly fast at that, as you stared straight at her, your faces now inches away from each other. And before you could respond, she kissed you.
Quick at first. Just a brief press of her lips against yours, familiar and warm yet entirely unfair and unprofessional for where the both of you stood. But then, as if automatically, your fingers came to loosely press against the front of her scrub top, and Cassie made that all too familiar quiet sound in the back of her throat, the one that always seemed to destroy your ability to think, against your mouth before kissing you again, deeper this time.
The hand that was on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer until your entire body was pressed back against the vending machine. You could still taste the coffee she drank a few minutes ago on her lips. Your breath caught when her hand moved to the hollow of your back pushing your body further into hers.
“Cass…” you murmured against her mouth, slightly out of breath, though you weren’t entirely sure if your words came out sounding like a warning or encouragement.
And judging by the way Cassie kissed you again immediately after, she didn’t know either.
Her hand tightened gently at your waist as she leaned into you, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment before the two of you would be pulled back into work. Your fingers curled into the front of her scrub top instinctively, wrinkling the fabric beneath your hands as her lips moved against yours with lazy confidence, pulling her to you.
God. This was dangerous. But Cassie’s lips were always your undoing.
Then, a low muffled voice echoed down the hallway outside.
Both you and Cassie seemed to wake from the spell you were under and paused for a second, neither of you moving. The voice got louder, closer, as someone was approaching the break room.
After a few moments the door opened wildly, revealing Whitaker.
The both of you jumped apart instantly.
Cassie stepped back first, fast enough to be impressive, grabbing her abandoned coffee cup from the counter like absolutely nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just been kissing you stupid against the vending machine thirty seconds ago.
Meanwhile, you were trying desperately to calm your heavy breathing before Whitaker noticed anything. Which was difficult considering your heart was still pounding against your chest.
Whitaker stopped mid-step into the room, as if he hadn’t noticed the two of you immediately, completely lost in his own thoughts. Before he blinked rapidly and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to just barge in,” He apologized, awkwardly lifting his hands in surrender. “Did I interrupt something?”
“No,” you answered immediately, perhaps a little too fast.
“Not at all,” Cassie added smoothly, without even looking at him properly as she lifted her coffee cup and took a slow sip.
Whitaker’s gaze flicked between the two of you, slow and uncertain.
You crossed your arms casually, in hopes it looked natural and not like you were actively fighting for your life. Cassie on the other hand looked perfectly composed, like she hadn’t just been pressed against you a minute ago.
“We were just talking,” you added, your voice much steadier this time.
Whitaker visibly relaxed at that. His shoulders dropped just a fraction as the tension started to ease out of him. “Oh, okay.” he said, nodding once, as he glanced at the coffee machine, then back between you two, still mildly hesitant but no longer suspicious. “Cool.”
As Whitaker moved to the coffee machine, Cassie continued sipping her coffee like absolutely nothing had happened. You on the other hand, let out a quiet breath through your nose, moving to slowly uncross your arms, as you pushed off the vending machine.
Carefully, you dared a glance at Cassie, who was already looking at you.
Her expression was calm and composed, apart from the slight barely there smirk at the corner of her mouth.
Your stomach flipped slightly at that. You narrowed your eyes at her, trying but failing to look annoyed. Cassie’s smirk deepened just a fraction in response.
That had been a close one.
2.
You were snuggled together on Cassie’s couch after a draining shift.
Her apartment was dim except for the warm yellow glow of the lamp beside the couch and the flickering light of some random late-night film neither of you were actually paying attention to. Your takeout containers sat abandoned on the coffee table, along with Cassie’s discarded phone and your hospital badge tossed carelessly beside it.
Cassie was stretched over you lazily, one arm braced beside your head while the other rested low against your waist beneath the hem of your shirt. Her hair was slightly messy from your fingers running through it, and her eyes looked heavy with exhaustion despite the small smile lingering on her lips.
“You know,” you murmured against her mouth between kisses, your voice quiet, “we should go on more dates.”
Cassie kissed you again before answering you. “We go on tons of dates,” she mumbled against your lips.
You snorted softly, your fingers sliding through the hair at the back of her neck. “Sneaking sandwiches between hallways at work are not dates.”
Cassie hummed thoughtfully, brushing another kiss against the corner of your mouth before moving lower along your jaw. “It is if we’re together.”
You laughed softly as she kissed your jaw, the sound barely escaping you before dissolving into a quiet breath.
One of your hands came to her back, your fingers sliding underneath her shirt, your palm brushing against the warm skin there. Cassie exhaled quietly as she settled more comfortably against your body. The couch cushions dipped beneath the two of you, as Cassie’s lips moved slowly to your neck, unhurried and warm, sending a shiver down your spine when she bit lightly at your pulse point.
You could feel her smile against your skin at that. One of her hands made its way to your waist, slipping beneath your shirt, her fingertips warm against your side as she caressed your skin.
“Cass—” you whispered breathlessly.
Then, your phone suddenly rang.
Neither of you moved.
Cassie stayed exactly where she was, her mouth still lapping at your skin while her hand tightened slightly at your waist beneath your shirt.
You tilted your head back against the couch with a quiet breath as Cassie moved to kiss against your collarbone, clearly having no intention whatsoever of stopping now that she finally had you alone and all to herself. You reached with one of your hands blindly to the arm of the couch behind you, your fingers fumbling around until you were able to grab your phone.
You glance down at it to check the caller ID.
Whitaker.
You rolled your eyes at the terrible timing Dennis had and tossed your phone somewhere onto the couch beside you without even bothering to check where it had landed, far more focused on the feeling of Cassie’s mouth against your neck than whatever Whitaker possibly wanted right now.
The second your hand returned to the back of Cassie’s neck, she made a soft approving sound against your skin. You barely had time to laugh before she nipped lightly at your collarbone, just enough to make your breath hitch. Your fingers tangled into the soft hair at the nape of her neck, once more.
Then your phone started ringing again from wherever you’d thrown it minutes ago.
Cassie groaned dramatically as she let her head rest tiredly against your shoulder. “Oh my god.”
Your ringtone sounded somewhere from beside you on the couch cushions.
Your hand reluctantly slipped from the back of her neck as you blindly reached for your phone again, fumbling around the cushions until your fingers finally closed around it.
Cassie kept her head against your shoulder, while her thumb brushed lazy circles against your waist beneath your shirt.
This time it wasn’t Whitaker's name that was displayed on your screen. It was Santos. You stared at her name for a second, letting out a sigh. You silenced the call and your phone, and tossed it aside once more.
Your hand came up to stroke Cassie’s cheek as she rested her chin on your shoulder, you regarded her fondly as you told her who had just called you. “It’s just Santos.”
She nodded absentmindedly, and her lips found yours once more, more rushed and impatient this time, as her frustration took over from the constant interruptions the both of you have been having lately. She leaned further into you, deepening the kiss, as one of her arms planted next to your head, holding most of her weight up to keep her from crashing into you. Your legs parted slightly to let her settle closer between them, her body pressing more fully against yours now.
Cassie exhaled softly against your lips when your fingers slipped from the hair at the nape of her neck to the back of her head, and for a second it felt like the rest of the world disappeared entirely.
Until.
Cassie’s phone rang loudly from the coffee table beside the couch.
You both jumped slightly at the sound of it. Cassie closed her eyes briefly and pressed her forehead to yours. She sighed feeling deeply frustrated at the occurring situation. Both your hands came to rest around her waist squeezing softly, holding her while you sighed softly in disappointment as well.
For a second neither of you moved, as her phone kept ringing insistently on top of the coffee table.
Cassie pulled back just enough to glance towards the glowing screen, “It’s Dana.”
You exhaled softly through your nose, tilting your head slightly as one of your hands came up from her waist to brush lightly against the side of her head. “Then you should answer it,” you muttered, leaning in to press a quick but soft kiss to her forehead. “Might be important.”
Cassie let out a small, reluctant huff before finally pushing herself up from you, breaking contact slowly like she didn’t fully want to. She moved across the short space between the couch and the coffee table, to find her phone. Her fingers closed around it, the glow of the screen lighting up her tired features for a moment before she turned back toward you.
You sat up on the couch, bringing your knees to your chest, as one arm came to rest against the couch cushion at your side, to hold your head up to look at Cassie, as she sank back down beside you, with her legs slightly spread as she brought the phone to her ear.
“Yes, Dana?” she said into the phone, voice steady despite everything, while one hand lifted automatically to push her messy bangs back from her face.
Meanwhile, you stared at her.
God, how you loved to stare at her.
At her disheveled hair, a result from your hands running through it. At her shirt, that was all wrinkled from being pressed against you. At her gold chain that dangled around her neck, and the contrast it brought against the faint flush that still lingered on the skin of her neck.
She looked absolutely breathtaking.
You bit your lip as you leaned further into the couch, your eyes fixed on her, completely and shamelessly captivated by her presence.
“No…” Cassie murmured, eyes closing briefly as she listened to Dana on the end of the line. You couldn’t exactly make out Dana’s side of the conversation, just the faint, indistinct chatter through the speaker. So, you took that as your opportunity to slowly straddle her lap, your knees settling comfortably on either side of her hips. Cassie’s hand instinctively came to rest against your thigh, as you leaned in to press kisses down the side of her neck. “I don’t know why she wouldn’t be answering Santos and Whitaker.”
She glanced down at you, as she felt your smirk faintly against the side of her neck, her grip on your thigh tightening just a fraction. “Why?” she asked Dana, even though the answer sat on her lap right there in front of her. “Is everything alright?”
Cassie listened to Dana, her eyes flicking away from you for a second like she was trying to refocus, shoulders subtly straightening. “No,” she said after a beat, her voice steadier again. “I haven’t seen her. She’s probably busy.”
“Tell them she’s probably fine, just doesn’t want to be bothered,” Cassie said into the phone, her voice steady, though her attention kept slipping towards you.
Your hands slid underneath her shirt, your fingers meeting her warm skin once more. Cassie inhaled sharply at the contact, her shoulders tensed above you, her head tipping back slightly as she tried, and failed, to stay focused on what Dana was saying. Her grip on your thigh wandered to your hip, like she needed something to anchor herself with.
“Yeah… look, I gotta go now,” she said suddenly, faster this time, words tumbling out a little rushed. “I’m in the middle of something.”
Cassie’s breath caught against her throat once more, as you moved to press open mouthed kisses to the exposed skin of her neck. “See you tomorrow. You’re welcome. Bye.” She said, and ended the call.
The phone dropped onto the couch beside her without missing a beat, as she let her head fall back against the cushions with a long, frustrated exhale, with her eyes closed.
“So?” you asked her, looking at her through your lashes.
Cassie tilted her head slightly toward you, opening one eye to look at you. “Nothing worth worrying about,” a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she held your gaze. “Where were we?”
Before you could answer her question, her hands slid back to your hips, her grip firm and familiar, pulling you closer until there was no space left between the two of you. Your arms wrapped around her neck, your fingers tangling into her hair once again, her strands still slightly messy from before. Cassie exhaled softly after a particular firm tug, and her nose bumped yours affectionally, before she pulled you in for a particularly hot open-mouthed kiss.
3.
The locker room was empty by the time you finally made it there. As you rolled your shoulders to relive some of the days tension you made your way to your own locker, rummaging through your things.
Cassie slipped into the room sometime later, as she made a bee line to her own locker, and leaned her back onto it with her head tipped back briefly against the cool metal behind her.
You watched her for a second, across the narrow aisle, while pulling your bag from your locker.
“Tired?” you asked her softly.
Cassie cracked one eye open to look at you. “What gave it away?”
You laughed quietly, while slinging your bag over your shoulder. “The fact you look two seconds away from passing out.”
“Hm.” The corner of her mouth twitched faintly, “Could be worse.”
You stepped closer to her, leaning lightly against the locker beside hers. The metal felt cool against your shoulder, and Cassie turned her head slightly to look at you. Even exhausted, there was something about the way she looked at you that always made your stomach flutter.
The sleeves of her long-sleeve undershirt were pushed up to her forearms. Her hair was messy from the days shift. Her gold chain peeked out slightly from beneath the collar of her scrubs when she shifted in her feet.
Cassie's gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes. “You’re staring,” she murmured.
Her voice was low, rough around the edges after a twelve-hour shift and too little sleep.
You leaned your shoulder more firmly against the locker beside hers, you could feel the warm radiating from her body against your upper arm. “It’s your fault,” you said eventually. “You’re too distracting.”
She let out a quiet huff of amusement. “That sounds like a you problem.”
You rolled your eyes immediately, but the smile pulling at your lips ruined any chance you had of looking annoyed.
Without another word, you reached to caress her cheek for the front of your scrubs and tugged you closer until you were standing right in front of her. Her lips brushed yours before you could form a sentence.
Your hands settled instinctively against her hips while Cassie’s slid up to the back of your neck. The kiss lingered for a moment longer than either of you had first intended. It wasn’t rushed, nor desperate, it was the kind of kiss that came after an exhausting shift, it was comfortable, familiar.
The both of you seemed to melt against the other, and you felt Cassie’s hand slip into your hair, her fingertips lightly scratching against your scalp, and you heard yourself hum against her lips. A quiet laugh escaped her when she felt the reaction she got out of you.
As the both of you pulled back for air, Cassie’s forehead found yours. Her eyes were soft, as she gazed at you through her lashes, you couldn’t help but smile at her. Then, your hands came up, and gently caught her wrists, that had been around your neck, bringing her hands down to your lips and pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles.
“Let's get you home,” you said softly.
One of your hands went up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing lightly across her skin before you leaned forward and pressed one last kick kiss to her lips. When you pulled back, Cassie smiled at you.
Then you turned toward your locker, reaching out to close the metal door with a soft clang. But, even then, one of your hands remained linked with Cassie's.
That’s when the locker room door swung open.
Both of you dropped the others hand with an impressive speed.
And in the doorway stood Javadi, who seemed to have stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes were wide behind her exhausted expression as she clearly hadn't expected anyone else to still be there.
For a second, nobody said anything.
Cassie immediately turned toward her locker and reached for her bag as if absolutely nothing had happened seconds before. Like the two of you hadn't just been kissing. Like her fingers weren’t just tangled against your hair.
The metal locker door of Cassie’s locker rattled softly as she grabbed her jacket from the inside, her movements calm and unhurried.
“Sorry,” Victoria said, lingering awkwardly in the doorway. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” you answered her immediately.
Victoria blinked at you, and then her tired eyes moved between you and Cassie, clearly picking up on the strange atmosphere hanging in the room, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Cassie as calm as ever, threw her jacket over one shoulder and slung her bag over the other. “We were just leaving.”
Victoria visibly relaxed at that. Her shoulders dropped slightly, as though Cassie’s answer had solved whatever concern was beginning to form in her head. “Oh, okay.”
Cassie shut her locker door before glancing at you, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly, and then she simply headed towards the exit, seemingly unbothered and calm. As she passed by you, the back of her hand brushed lightly against yours subtly, and quick.
That was enough to make your pulse quicken, and a shiver make its way up your spine. Victoria's gaze followed Cassie toward the door before slowly returning to you with her eyebrows furrowed, looking confused.
You took that as your cue to leave.
“Goodnight, Vic.” You nodded once at her, with a small awkward smile.
Victoria blinked. “...Goodnight?”
But you were already halfway out the door before she could ask whatever questions were currently forming in her head.
+ 1
It happened because Cassie was careless.
The shift had ended horribly late, everyone from day shift was exhausted, or half-delirious, or both. To your luck, both you and Cassie, had the day off tomorrow, so that was a plus. Your apartment was the closest, the one you shared with your two roommates, who also happened to be your coworkers, Santos and Whitaker.
So, it became the obvious choice without much discussion, as you’d reassured Cassie that both Dennis and Trinity wouldn’t be home until the very early hours of the next morning. Since, Santos was going out with some of the day shift crew to the karaoke bar nearby, and Whitaker was going to Amy’s for something farm-related you couldn’t quite remember and were too tired to care.
Which meant you had the place all to yourselves for the rest of the night.
The two of you barely made it past your bedroom door before exhaustion completely caught up to you both. Your clothes were swapped for much more comfortable ones, and your bed immediately became the only thing that mattered in the world. Cassie curled around you as soon as the both of you collapsed onto the bed, one of her arms slid around your waist, pulling your back into her chest, her body was warm and solid against your own.
By the time you stirred awake, the room was brighter.
You opened your eyes slowly, still half caught in sleep, your body heavy and warm under the blankets. Your room was slightly illuminated by the half-opened blinds you’d been too tired to close last night. Something warm and strong was pressed to your back, an arm slung around your waist, its grip tightening ever so slightly as you stirred, pulling you further into the warmth.
You exhaled softly, relishing on the feeling of Cassie’s body wrapped around yours. You turned carefully onto your side, so you could face her. Cassie was still asleep. Her hair was all over the place, her expression completely unguarded, she looked so peaceful right there and then, that it made your heart flutter.
“Stop staring,” Cassie mumbled, with her voice rough with sleep, and her eyes still closed. “and go back to sleep.”
You huffed a quiet laugh under your breath, shifting a little closer without thinking, letting your forehead rest against hers. Her arm tightened around your waist in response, pulling you closer like she was trying to drawn you back into sleep with her.
Before you could answer her, the faint hum of the microwave turning on from the kitchen cut through the quiet of the room. And for a second you seemed to recall why you had so suddenly stirred awake. Realization dawned upon you. Your entire body locked as you pushed yourself up slightly on the bed, your eyes darting instinctively toward the bedroom door like it might confirm what you already knew.
Then your gaze drifted to your bedside table.
To your phone.
You tapped it twice to check the time.
“Shit,” you blurted out immediately, fully awake now.
Cassie shifted behind you, an arm still half wrapped around your waist but her grip loosening just enough for you to turn more properly toward her. Strands of her hair were sticking out in every direction across the pillow, her expression slowly shifting from sleepy into utter confusion.
“Cassie, we overslept,” you whispered, already sitting up more as your hands dragged across your face.
Footsteps could be heard from outside your room. You lowered your voice even further, urgency creeping in. “Whitaker and Santos are home already, and they’re up.”
Cassie opened her eyes then, her face still etched with sleep, blinking slowly as she shifted against you. And then, very slowly, she exhaled, before answering your panicked whispers, “Of course they are.”
One of her hands came up to rub at her forehead like she was trying to remain awake. Then she stretched, seemingly completely unbothered by the information you just gave her, as she rolled onto her back with a soft exhale, her other arm still loosely draped over you.
“What time is it?” she asked, voice calm and etched with sleep.
You stared at her for a second before muttering to her that it was almost half past six in the morning.
Cassie didn’t react the way you had expected her to. She just stared up at the ceiling for a second, like she was processing the situation, then gave you a small shrug in response like Whitaker and Santos being home was something mildly inconvenient to the both of you.
“It’s fine,” she said lowly, still perfectly relaxed. “We just wait until they leave for work.”
Your lips parted in surprise at her words. “…You’re way too calm about this.” You murmur.
Cassie looked at you seemingly more awake now, one of her eyebrows lifting slightly at your words. She shifted a little on the mattress, the bedsheets rustling softly as morning light shined across her features through the blinds. “They’re not going to just barge into your room at this time in the morning,” Cassie said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She reached for you again, tugging you back down onto the mattress to lay down next to her. The sheets were still warm, tangled slightly around your legs as you hesitated, half-protesting even as she pulled you closer.
“When they know it’s your day off,” she added, already pressing back into you.
“You underestimate them both,” you muttered, though you still let yourself lie back down beside her.
Cassie made a quiet sound of disagreement, completely unbothered, as one of her hands slid to rest at your hip as she drew you in against her. “You need to relax,” she murmured, as her head dipped into the crook of your neck, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she breathed you in slowly.
“Cassie,” you warned, though it came out weaker than you meant to. “I’m being serious,” you added, shifting slightly against her hold.
She hummed against your skin, before lifting her head to look into your eyes. “So am I.”
And then she kissed you.
It was slow at first, just enough to steal whatever composure you had left in you, before her lips lingered, deepening the kiss. Her hand tightened at your hip as she guided you more firmly onto your back, the mattress dipping with the both of your weight as she followed you down. Cassie’s arm came up to as she braced herself onto the pillow beside your head, holding her weight above you as she pressed her body to yours just right.
One of your hands came up to the back of her hair, fingers tangling against her strands as you tilted your head slightly, letting yourself sink into the feeling of her mouth against yours, slow and warm. Your other hand found its way beneath the hem of her shirt, palm pressing against her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing.
By then neither of you were paying attention to your surroundings.
Which was why neither of you noticed the door of your room opening.
“Holy shit,” Santos exclaimed from behind you.
You and Cassie jerked apart at that.
But it was too late already.
Santos stood frozen halfway into the room holding a sweater in her hand.
“What?” You heard Whitaker’s voice ask, as he made his way to the room and peeked over Santo’s shoulder.
You watched as his expression changed in real time, from confusion, to recognition, and then to something between horror and disbelief. Santos, on the other hand, lit up like she’d just won the lottery.
“I knew it!” she practically shouted, pointing triumphantly between the two of you, glancing over at Whitaker to see if he was seeing the same thing she was. Whitaker seemed to not have heard her, as he just stood there with his mouth agape, and his eyes so wide you could’ve sworn they would pop out of his skull.
“Can you knock?!” you blurted, still half sitting up in bed, pointing vaguely at the door.
But Santos didn’t even acknowledge you, as she went and stepped further into the room, to place the sweater she had on her hand on the back of the chair in your room. “Fucking finally.” She said, completely unfazed.
“Let’s go, huckleberry,” she added, already turning back toward the door. “I need to get to work to collect my prize money.”
Whitaker just blinked at her, lowering his head in your direction as an apology, before both of them walked out, pulling the door to your room shut behind them.
You stared at the now closed door.
Then slowly turned your head to the side to look at Cassie. You were still out of breath by the whole situation. And Cassie was still propped on her elbows, her breathing slightly uneven mirroring your own, her hair completely wild. As soon as you’d turned to look at her, she’d let out something between a scoff and a laugh, as she fell back onto the mattress, her hands coming up to run through her hair.
“Well,” she said casually, “guess it’s not a secret anymore.”
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