i just saw this prompt from creativepromptsforwriting and ohh my god
#351: "I could kiss you right now!" "You're very welcome to do it."
this with cassie would end me fr
thinking about this where cassie and reader are both shy and awkward as fuck with huge crushes on each other…
you were running late this morning which resulted in you forgetting both your water bottle and lunch. you got a plastic water bottle from the fridge, but it’s a cheap brand and isn’t cold. for lunch you bought a bag of chips from the vending machine and grabbed a shitty cafeteria sandwich. now that things are slowing down in the ed, you head to the break room to try and squeeze in some time to eat.
when you enter, there’s only one person. cassie mckay. aka the woman who you’ve been secretly crushing on since you started at ptmc. she’s on her phone, stuffing her face with a sandwich. on the table beside her, there’s a bag that reads toni’s. as the door click shuts behind you, cassie glances up, spotting you and immediately setting her phone down.
“i was just about to text you,” she tells you with a hand over her mouth, shielding it as she finishes chewing.
“why?” you ask, approaching cassie.
“this is why,” cassie tells you as she stands up. you watch her, your brows knitting together in confusion. she reaches into the bag, pulling out a wrapped sandwich. “here,” cassie says, handing you the sandwich in her hand. “you mentioned that your morning was hectic and that you forgot to bring your lunch, and i know you hate the sandwiches here at the hospital, and pastrami sounded good to me anyways, so i went ahead and got it,” cassie rambles, taking a breath when she finally finishes.
you hold the sandwich in your hand, your jaw practically on the floor. “oh my god, you totally didn’t have to do that.”
“did you forget the part where i love pastrami sandwiches?”
“i could kiss you right now,” you joke, taking a step closer.
cassie chuckles, and you swear you catch a flirtatious glimmer in her eyes. “you’re very welcome to do it,” she jokes back.
only it doesn’t feel like a joke.
your breath hitches, and your smile drops. cassie instantly catches the mood change, her playful face softening into something more serious and reassuring. “i was kidding.”
“oh, um,” you swallow hard, “i know.” a beat. then you clear your throat, forcing a smile. “but seriously thank you for this. i mean it, i could kiss you right now,” you tell cassie, the joking tone from before returning in hopes to ease the tension you created.
but this time it’s cassie who feels like she can’t breathe.
“oh my god, i was kidding too.”
“uh-huh,” cassie squeaks.
“sorry, it was a bad and inappropriate joke,” you say, dropping your head to look at the table. “i’m sorry, sometimes i—”
you pause as you feel a gentle hand wrap around your wrist. your eyes shoot up, meeting cassie’s dreamy blue ones. you can’t think straight when you’re this close to her. hell, even when you’re just in the same room. it feels like your heart stopped beating and is racing wildly at the same time.
“it’s fine,” cassie reassures you, a soft smile on her face. god, you swear you can just melt under her gaze. under her touch.
then, all of a sudden, your body acting on instinct instead of logic, you lean forward, kissing cassie. your lips are only on hers for three seconds before you pull back, realizing what you just did. you don’t even meet cassie’s eyes, looking down and spinning around, completely mortified.
“oh my god, i’m so fucking sorry,” you begin to apologize, covering your face in your hands. with a sigh you turn back around, looking at the table instead of cassie. “i can’t believe i did that, please just forget it ever happened. fuck, i’m sorry.”
before you can sputter out more pathetic apologies, cassie grabs ahold of you scrub tub, tugging you to her. your mouth connects with hers faster than you can blink, cassie kissing you deeply. you grab ahold of her arms, steadying yourself, your mind spinning and dizzy. you kiss for at least a minute before the two of you pull back to catch your breaths.
“okay, maybe i wasn’t kidding,” cassie murmurs, smiling.
“neither was i,” you admit, staring deep into cassie’s ocean blue eyes, your faces barely inches apart. a small giggle escapes you then as you tell her, “you taste like pastrami.”
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