sera

"𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫." 𝐌𝐄𝐍 & 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈.

[poetforher]

sera's antique bookshop⠀ ── she / her   【...】 twenty1

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[poetforher]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH <3

right after uni tried executing me (i passed all my exams SUCK IT) i started a new job so.... IM TRYING, i'll get into the rhythm of everything and i will have smth delicious out that one of your freaks requested.

[poetforher]

gang, uni is shitting on me, brb i SWEAR

[poetforher]

so for the BLIND and ILLITERATE mdni (MDNI) means MINORS DO NOT INTERACT- i check and i block, hard.

i don’t care what you read, i rly don’t, just don’t interact with me please for the love of god. what does interacting mean? it means LIKING, REBLOGGING, COMMENTING, SENDING ASKS, FOLLOWING. i rly don’t care if you read my shit, i don’t need to know ab it.

i’m not saying cuz “oh minors are kids they shouldn’t be reading this type of stuff!!!” no, i read smut and all when i was a minor- i just want my space, MY. space. so read my stuff for all i care, but do not invade my space with interacting.

[poetforher]

so update on what i'm writing currently - long fics (aiming for 5-8k words), i am focusing on two long fics majority of the time, one being for alysa liu, the other for trinity santos. focusing on those two doesn't mean that i won't come around to push out some drabbles for any of the characters i'm writing for tho so look out!

[puppylysa]

𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.

alysa liu x female reader

warnings: not proofread, suggestive content

now playing: bad idea! by girl in red

The wind blows your hair slightly, the weather is fresh and the view of the nature around you two is beautiful. You can hear the sound of the breeze on the trees, birds chipping and some conversations in distance.

The park is more empty today, excusing two or three groups of people walking around the area and making picnics. You and Alysa were chilling like usual, this was your spot to forget about everything else and just exist together. And your mind was fully blank until a phrase ripped you out of your relaxed state.

“I can do yours too” Alysa said casually, causing you to choke on your drink.

Sure you mentioned wanting a navel piecing for the longest time but you had no idea she was going to offer doing it. The idea of your best friend Alysa doing your navel piercing, most importantly, you without a shirt in a closed space with the girl you’ve had a crush for ages, is a bad idea, to say the least. Your posture was no longer relaxed and you could feel tension building upon your shoulders.

You swallowed more drink to hide the choke.

“I mean..” you said, smiling nervously, looking everywhere except her eyes, trying to think of an excuse.

“You’ve only done yours until now, how can you be so sure it’ll work ou-“

“No.” She cuts you. “I’ve done my smiley, two on my ears and i’ve done some of my friends, you can trust me and I thought you already knew that.” She tilts her head slightly in confusion as she takes a sip of her drink.

Of course you already knew that, awful excuse.

“I’m just… scared it’ll hurt”

Maybe that’ll do it. You wanted to make yourself believe it, but you know damn well when Alysa puts something on her head, nothing or no one will take her out of it.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt then.” She replies, sitting closer to you, resting a hand on your thigh and the casuality of the movement makes your stomach tighten.

At every inch she got closer, the weather seemed to get hotter and the fresh breeze you felt moments ago had seem to vanish, replaced by a wave of nerves.

“Come on, let me do it. It’ll be fine, I promise! I will be careful so I won’t hurt you. You can take it, I’m sure”

She stated with a smile like it was no big deal. You wish you could convince your heart the same thing, because you could swear it could jump right off your mouth with how fast it was beating now.

But you knew better than try to convince Alysa otherwise, so you just gave in:

“Okay. I’ll let you do it.” you threw your hands up in a sign of surrender.

“Yes! It’ll look so good I promise” She replies excited, and all you can do is nod and hide a shaky breath.

Some snacks later, you decide it’s time to leave and you both head to Alysa’s house to do the piercing because you didn’t have the courage to say no to the piercer. You blame her beautiful face.

“I’ll just get changed real quick” She said before going into the bathroom.

You sit on her bed hesitant, your mind wandering if there’s still a way to get out of this but all of your thoughts get interrupted as she leaves the bathroom in a tank top that shows all the muscles on her arms, and her back tattoo. Last thing you needed right now, amazing.

She gets closer to you, grabbing a nightstand and placing needles, alcohol and the jewelry. As she put on gloves and sterilizes everything, she signs for you to get your shirt off. You’ve sure imagined this scenario a lot of times, just not for piercing the bellybutton.

“Not even a dinner before? I guess that’s just how things work nowadays” You joke, trying to ease the nerves that are taking hold of you but they just build up even more when you notice the way her eyes glue to your body when you take off your shirt.

“I can take you to a dinner after you’re even more cute looking with your new piercing.”

And you just laugh it off with a “Shut up” as you look down to hide the blush on your cheeks.

And after what, for you, felt like ages, she leans down. Alysa pretends to not notice the way you shiver under her touch when she uses a pen to mark the place the needle will go through.

Her touch is firm yet calm, calmness being everything you don’t feel right now. Her hands firming your hips on the mattress makes your body react in a way you wouldn’t like to admit out loud and you pray that she just thinks that the way you closed your thighs it’s because of the cold air conditioner.

What the fuck did you just get yourself into?

a/n: yall this is my first fic ever pls cut me some slack 🤞this was inspired by an interview where lysa says she did her own piercings and offers to do one for the interviewer LOL

also you can always dm me any constructive feedback, tysm for reading! you are so loved <3

[poetforher]

this made me feel like a high schooler in love (which is very welcomed hehe) AH I LOVE THIS, she’s so nonchalant, cool as a cucumber, yummy like mango sago

[poetforher]

IT IS CONFIRMED THAT DR BARAN AL-HASHIMI IS GONNA BE BACK FOR S3 DR. DOE EYES IS STAYING WITH US HELL YEAAAH

[814519]

kiss me (softly then boldly)

[poetforher]

NOOOOO WHY WOULD YOU TEXT YOUR EX?????

i mean that's a looong story but it's mostly cuz i still love her (it's been 4 years) PLUS MY DELUSIONS WERE RIGHT!!!! she thinks about me still (don't do this, kids, this isn't healthy)

[poetforher]

alysa makes you touch yourself ! — mdni 18+

"c'mon, i wanna see you do it..."

alysa whispers into your ear as you sit between her legs like a doll, back pressing into her front, your legs wide open. her voice was riddled with desperation, hands that rested on your sides tense with anxiety. she was impatient, has been ever since she found just a minute to spend with you after stars on ice.

you were thoroughly embarrassed by her request to touch yourself because you have never had an audience before, never ever before. her arms wrap around your chest as your fists dig and run across the top of your thighs, her hands coming up to grope your perky tits, pinching and twisting those pretty nipples.

hesitantly, you dipped your fingers between your thighs, those amazing, slender fingers alysa loved so much, opening your slit, coating them with your own arousal instantly. a shiver of excitement ran down alysa's spine at the view of your glistening opening in the mirror, her cheeks warming up, her head getting fuzzier every second as she watched you play with yourself.

but it wasn't enough, your hesitant strokes stopping every time you pushed on your clit too hard, when the pad of your finger slipped barely into the mouth of your hot cavern. your body twitched the slightest, and you were already pulling away from your dripping cunt. alysa could have waited, just until you got the hang of it, but she needed to sate her own hunger.

"do it properly now."

she breathed heavily, commanding you with grabbing your hand to help you push your pruny digits inside of your soaking cunt. your head falls back on her shoulder, mouth gaping at the squelching trusts.

"a-alysa..."

you moaned, your fingers on her thigh digging into her soft flesh, not so hard that they shed blood but enough to leave a stinging mark for a few days. it screwed with your mind and your body, one convinced it was alysa's fingers moving gracefully inside you while the other knew it wasn't, was something more than mind games.

"how pretty you're, fucking yourself for me..."

and it quickly becomes her guilty pleasure, seeing you, her sweet girl all worked up, seeing your pretty face falter under her control. she was obsessed with coaxing you into touching yourself at this point, knowing how shy you were. she relished in making you do whatever she wanted. seeing you do such dirty things you wouldn't normally is so hot, alysa could get off on it without any physical attention.

the hand that was still groping your breast went up to hold your jaw, turning your face towards hers and capturing your lips into a sloppy, wet kiss. your back arched, knees bending inwards, drool-soaked lips opening wide as the orgasm wracked your body. a thin string of saliva connects your lips as alysa pulls away, letting you catch your breath.

"look how much you came, is that how good you feel, hm?"

alysa grinned, lifting your cum drenched hand up and soaking in the mbarrassed look on your face when she pulls it close to her mouth and tastes you- oh so incredible, guilty pleasure of stealing the nectar of a pretty thing like you.

a/n: haven't written in a bit for alysa and haven't written any smut for her either just yet! hope you guys freak with it hehe <3 thank's for reading

[poetforher]

chat, do we text the ex i never got over or we gotta stay strong?

[poetforher]

did not stay strong. i did indeed text her and she said she was thinking ab me too

[poetforher]

chat, do we text the ex i never got over or we gotta stay strong?

[poetforher]

alysa makes you touch yourself ! — mdni 18+

"c'mon, i wanna see you do it..."

alysa whispers into your ear as you sit between her legs like a doll, back pressing into her front, your legs wide open. her voice was riddled with desperation, hands that rested on your sides tense with anxiety. she was impatient, has been ever since she found just a minute to spend with you after stars on ice.

you were thoroughly embarrassed by her request to touch yourself because you have never had an audience before, never ever before. her arms wrap around your chest as your fists dig and run across the top of your thighs, her hands coming up to grope your perky tits, pinching and twisting those pretty nipples.

hesitantly, you dipped your fingers between your thighs, those amazing, slender fingers alysa loved so much, opening your slit, coating them with your own arousal instantly. a shiver of excitement ran down alysa's spine at the view of your glistening opening in the mirror, her cheeks warming up, her head getting fuzzier every second as she watched you play with yourself.

but it wasn't enough, your hesitant strokes stopping every time you pushed on your clit too hard, when the pad of your finger slipped barely into the mouth of your hot cavern. your body twitched the slightest, and you were already pulling away from your dripping cunt. alysa could have waited, just until you got the hang of it, but she needed to sate her own hunger.

"do it properly now."

she breathed heavily, commanding you with grabbing your hand to help you push your pruny digits inside of your soaking cunt. your head falls back on her shoulder, mouth gaping at the squelching trusts.

"a-alysa..."

you moaned, your fingers on her thigh digging into her soft flesh, not so hard that they shed blood but enough to leave a stinging mark for a few days. it screwed with your mind and your body, one convinced it was alysa's fingers moving gracefully inside you while the other knew it wasn't, was something more than mind games.

"how pretty you're, fucking yourself for me..."

and it quickly becomes her guilty pleasure, seeing you, her sweet girl all worked up, seeing your pretty face falter under her control. she was obsessed with coaxing you into touching yourself at this point, knowing how shy you were. she relished in making you do whatever she wanted. seeing you do such dirty things you wouldn't normally is so hot, alysa could get off on it without any physical attention.

the hand that was still groping your breast went up to hold your jaw, turning your face towards hers and capturing your lips into a sloppy, wet kiss. your back arched, knees bending inwards, drool-soaked lips opening wide as the orgasm wracked your body. a thin string of saliva connects your lips as alysa pulls away, letting you catch your breath.

"look how much you came, is that how good you feel, hm?"

alysa grinned, lifting your cum drenched hand up and soaking in the mbarrassed look on your face when she pulls it close to her mouth and tastes you- oh so incredible, guilty pleasure of stealing the nectar of a pretty thing like you.

a/n: haven't written in a bit for alysa and haven't written any smut for her either just yet! hope you guys freak with it hehe <3 thank's for reading

[poetforher]

MY TELESCOPE FINALLY ARRIVED TODAY !!!! i cannot wait to see them stars and PLANETS HAHAAHA I'M A FREAK, I'M A NERD, AND EVERYBODY HATES TO SEE ME BE HAPPY AS A FREAK NERD

[iheart-madmax]

i want you, bless my soul

trinity santos x robinavitch!fem!reader

part one

six months into your relationship, you don't think you could be any more in love with your girlfriend, trinity.

wc: 1.5k

cw: loosely based on i think he knows by taylor swift. girls in love, established relationship, robinavitch!adopted reader so no specific body descriptions, making out, a bit of groping, suggestive but no smut.

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whoever said that the last hour of a twelve-hour shift was a marathon and not a sprint was a hundred percent right. the day had been a mess–it usually was, but today it had been a little bit worse–you had had a lot of back-to-back traumas, a twenty-car pile-up in the highway during peak traffic time had you all pretty busy and with zero chance to take a break longer than two or three minutes

you looked down to the smartwatch that sat on your left wrist to check the time, 8:23 pm. you sighed, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, right hand coming up to apply a small amount of pressure in the back of your neck. thank god you were off tomorrow, you didn’t know how you’d get out of bed at five in the morning after the mess of a week you had had

“i think i’m screwed” you blurted out to samira

she looked up from her chart, pulling an airpod from her ear, “what?”

“i said, i think i’m screwed,” you repeated, voice lower. she looked at you with a confused expression, “i think i’m in love with trinity”

samira raised an eyebrow before her face twisted into an even more confused mess, “what?” you pursed your lips to the side, trying to not roll your eyes. “i thought you two had been dating for like three months”

that made you roll your eyes, “six” you corrected her without thinking twice “and yes, sami, we are” you let out a breath before saying, “i just–i think–no, i know i’m really like– in love with her. and it’s–it freaks me out a bit” you shivered

she let out a snort before covering her mouth, “you are your father’s daughter” you shook her head

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“oh my god, bee, you are your father’s daughter,” she repeated with a small chuckle, “that girl loves you too. i’m sure she’d ask you to move in with her if she didn’t have whitaker already at her apartment”

“do you think so?” you asked, biting your lip

“i know so, bee” she sighed, “now, get back to your charting. you might want to go home with your girlfriend”

“she’s literally stuck here because she’s way behind on her charting. i finished mine and logged out half an hour ago” you gave her a small smile

she let out a sigh again, this time a deeper one. “you have no idea how much i hate you right now”

you shook your head with a small smile, “no, you don’t. you love me”

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talking, drinking beers, and eating takeout in bed with your girlfriend was the perfect way of spending a friday night. trinity had been rambling about a show she had been watching with whitaker for at least twenty minutes, but you had lost track of the conversation once your sight set on trin’s hand around the beer bottle. she had really nice hands. you couldn’t help but think how her hands softly hold your waist in the early mornings as you made breakfast together, or how her hands softly hold your face when you kiss, or how her hands feel when they made their way into your hair as you are making out in your bed or hers or your couch, or how her hands feel when they–

hey, her voice sounded distant, bee? are you okay?

“huh?” you snapped out, “yeah, yeah. you were saying?”

she let out a chuckle, “were you staring at my hands, bee?”

you felt the blood rushing to the back of your neck, “what?”

“are you blushin’?”

“i don’t blush” you scoffed and she bit back a laugh with a cocky smirk on her face

“you are just too fuckin’ cute” her left hand started softly caressing your cheek. you leaned into her touch with a small satisfied smile, “come here”

you leaned forward, connecting your lips with hers in a soft kiss. your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, and the hand that wasn’t on your face flew straight to your waist to pull you in close to her. you could taste the mix of beer and thai food on her lips, letting out a soft breath of contentment that made her smile into the kiss

your fingers combed through her hair, pulling her even closer. she softly pulled you back, lying you down on the bed to lay next to you. you were tangled, legs thrown one over the other. her hands moved to your waist, bunching up the oversized shirt you were wearing and you sighed, giving her the opportunity to deepen the kiss

you turned around a bit so you could be on top of her and she took the opportunity to slowly slide up one hand until it touched the underside of one of your breasts, “fuck” you sighed, throwing your head back and pulling away from her mouth in the process as her other hand slowly traced your spine under your shirt

“you are so beautiful” she whispered against your neck as she pressed open mouth kisses. she nipped gently on the side of your throat and you let out a quiet moan “you’re not too bad yourself” that made trinity bite your neck and you doubled back in laughter as she started tickling your sides. you leaned back and looked at her relaxed expression, brushing a strand of hair away from her face

your heart felt like it was seconds away from bursting through your chest 

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“did you know my dad is dating noelle? like nurse hastings, noelle” you said, mouth half full with a chocolate chip cookie sitting on top of her kitchen counter. your shift had been horrible. there had been an accident on the high way that left two dead patients, a mother and a son. so trinity was baking you cookies to cheer you up

“what!? really!?” she turned around to look at you, hands rolling a ball of cookie dough

“mhm. apparently, they have been going out for a while.” you said, eating the rest of the cookie in your hand, “he wants me to have dinner with them next week.” trinity lifted her eyebrows, “i had to say yes. i think they’re going steady”

“well, if he wants you to have dinner with her i’d think so, too” she cleaned the crumbs off your cheek, her other hand on your thigh. you leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss

“trin, these cookies are really good,” you mumbled against her lips, making her smile and peck your lip. the hand on your cheek rubbed it softly and you wrapped your legs around her to push her into you. your mouths were moving in tandem when you bit her lower lip, making her groan and giving you the opportunity to deepen the kiss. trinity ran her hands up and down your thighs, playing with the hem of your sleep shorts. you broke away from the kiss to quietly murmur, “trin, denni–” she cut you off with another kiss

“why do you wanna talk about whitaker right now?” she mumbled against your lips before softly biting the lower one

you hummed and shrugged your shoulders before softly grabbing her cheeks and pulling her in to keep kissing her. you made a small noise against her mouth when her hands run up to the side of your ass and she kissed you again, a bit rougher this time. “i love you” you murmur before you could think twice making her suddenly stop, “oh god, i’m sorry, trin”

you look at her and see a grin slowly creeping up her face, her pupils blown wide, black almost swallowing the green entirely. “i love you too, bee.” she said before pressing his lips against yours back again. the both of you smiled into the kiss, and your arm wrapped against her shoulders to play with her hair. she set her hands on the hem of your shirt, sliding it up to take it off you, leaving you in your shorts and sports bra

you kept kissing, too focused on the feel of her lips against yours to really register anything else happening around you. “what smells so goo–oh my god!” dennis’ high pitched voice came from the door. trinity and you pulled apart, you pursed your lips to avoid letting out the laugh you were holding back and squeezed your eyes shut as trinity pressed her forehead to your chest, groaning, “what the hell fuckleberry!? get out!”

“ye-yeah, yes. i’m sor–i’m sorry! i’m leaving” the door shut close behind him, making you snort before doubling over in laughter

“oh my–oh my god” you were laughing so hard, tears were forming in your eyes 

“bee, stop laughing!” you shook your head, laughs still tumbling out of your lips, “fuckin’ fuckleberry”

you sighed, a last small laugh leaving your lips before you took her face on your hands, tilting it up so you could look her straight in her eyes before saying, “move in with me”

“what?”

“move in with me, trin” you said, “we practically live together, anyways. and huckleberry won’t be that far away” she huffed a laugh, “have you ever stopped to think that he’s like our kid?”

she nodded, a chuckle escaping her lips “yes, he is” she licked her lips and you saw as her eyes turned softer. “i’d love to”

you nodded before kissing her, “i love you, bug”

“i love you too, bee, so much”

[poetforher]

I HAD AN EXAM THAT’S WHY IM SO LATE W THIS BUT- bee babe wants to commit so badly, two negaticve equals a positive (they both have weird issues w relationships i just know it LIKE BEE WAS RAISED BY ROBBY cmon...) i do think that trinity too is eager to commit but maybe to back on it just cuz she gets scared (it’s me, i am scared)

complete horn dog for trinity’s hands- LIKE FUCK there was this tik tok edit of it when she brushes the hair of the deaf patient to the side UGH and the tattoos UGH (me writing some nasty freak stuff ab her hand hehe)

dennis’ reaction when he walks in on the two *chef kiss* like yes- he is a fucking hamster, unfazed by gore (hamsters eat each other) but has a heart attack when sex is the topic (they die from the randomess thing).

i think this is rly sweet, the good kinda drippy, the sugar coated cookie i crave after a bs exam to feel loved and do selfcare mwah mwah mwah and i’m rly surprised robby bagged someone cuz eek, he been weird af in s2 to my taste, he ain’t a girl dad AT ALL (maybe to trinity but cmon)

OH AND I CANT FORGET, yes to the beer. i am a beer girl (czech look out, i’m in your doorway for pilsner) BEER BEER BEER BEER (i’m nasty at beer pong, frat boys got NOTHIN on me)

thank you for your service val, this was so yummy 🫡🫶🏻

[iheart-madmax]

about to call it a night, i promise i was. until you showed up

trinity santos x robinavitch!fem!reader

trinity never thought she’d be able to get garcia out of her mind and heart. you thought moving back to pittsburgh was going to be the dull routine you had back in california: work, eat, sleep, repeat. but fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?

wc: 3.4k

cw: this came to me while listening to good girl by reneé rapp. reader was adopted when she was around five or six years old, dana has two daughters and for the sake of this fic one is named lily, is a paralegal, and is the same age as reader, aka 27/28 years old, reader is an r3. this is weirdly paced and i’m sorry, also i made santos a bit ooc i think, but i am a #softie-santos truther until the day i die!!

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moving to a whole other city because of a new job had its challenges. finding an apartment that filled all your boxes was certainly one of those. your dad had offered you the spare room in his house but you kindly let him down, telling him that you needed a chance to be yourself in your own space and time. so that’s how you found yourself here, in a two bedroom apartment–you certainly couldn’t afford on your own–in a good pittsburg area, trying to unload everything you had packed back home. you were standing in the kitchen when you heard the knock on your front door, you walked over and opened the door. you were really surprised to see a girl–around your age–with damp hair, and a towel wrapped around her

“hi,” you said, a frown settling on your face, “how can i help you?”

“do you by any chance know how to pick a lock?” she asked you

“sorry, what?”

“i’m sorry. it’s just–” she said, “i was taking a shower and there was a knock on the door, so i thought my roommate had forgotten his key again but when i opened the door there wasn’t anyone so i stepped out for a second and the door just fucking closed behind me and i–”

“girl, take a breath” you stepped aside, “i don’t know how to pick locks but i can do you one better. come in, let me find you a hoodie or something so you’re not half naked in the middle of the hallway”

“yeah, thank you” she nodded and walked inside, “this is a sweet place you’ve got”

“thank you but it’s not exactly mine, i just moved in yesterday” you shrugged before walking back into your room. you grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a light hoodie before waking back outside, “here,” you said passing her the clothes, “the bathroom is the second door on the left” she thanked you before making her way into your bathroom

a while later she made her way back into your kitchen holding her now folded towel, “my roommate’s supposed to be on his way back, he’ll probably get here in a minute or so”

you nodded at her words before saying “you never told me your name”

she gave you a small smile, “i’m trinity. you?”

before you had the chance to say your name, there was a sound of a door opening and closing near you. “i guess your roomie’s here, trinity” you gave her a small smile as she stood up and walked to your door, “i guess i’ll see you around”

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trinity couldn’t stop thinking about you. it was weird, really. well, dennis was feeling a bit weird about it and some of the interns in the ed had picked up on her vibe lately. it had been a passing conversation between them, hushed questions in short moments between cases ‘did you know she cut things off with garcia?’ or ‘she’s been acting weird lately’ or ‘she hasn’t stopped talking about the next door neighbor’, if dennis hadn’t seen you that day, he’d think trinity had made you up as a sort of a coping mechanism to escape the mess she and garcia were tangled into

so, samira had suggested a night out so they could unwind after a week filled with weird and complicated shifts back-to-back. they were all getting ready at her place, it seemed like the best option since the bar they had chosen was closer to her place. so she didn’t really think it was weird when the first question came

“so, trin," victoria said, “have you crossed paths with your hot neighbor again?”

trinity sighed, “no, i haven’t”

“have you thought about just–walk up to her door and knock?” mel asked

trinity chuckled, throwing back a shot of tequila, “i can’t knock on her door again, mel” she rolled her eyes

“it’s not like you haven’t done it before” samira spoke up, “that’s exactly how you met her”

“and that’s exactly why i can’t walk up to her door”

victoria rolled her eyes, “okay, trinity. if you don’t want to knock on her door again we need to get you laid, then” every pair of eyes tuned to stare at her, “what? it’s the obvious alternative. you won’t go to your hot neighbor and you broke things with garcia. the best next thing is to find you someone to get you laid”

samira tilted her head to the side, as if she was considering it, “actually, vic is right” trinity turned to look at her with a surprised expression

“you know what? you guys are right” she let out a breath “come on, help me find something to wear”

samira came out of her room with a lot of outfit options for trinity, victoria, and mel to choose. whitaker was quietly tucked away on the corner in samira’s couch, a beer bottle on his hand, “remind me again why are we going to that bar”

“because we’re going to sing our hearts out and we’re gonna find trin a date” victoria shrugged with a small smile

after almost an hour–and more shots of tequila later–they all made their way down to wait for their uber. the drive over wasn’t anything worth remembering, it was fast and a bit uncomfortable–trying to fit four adults in the back of a toyota camry was fun for them but not exactly memorable for the driver

“okay, we’re finally here” samira said, thanking their uber driver and wishing him a good night as they all got out of the car

“okay, this is supposed to be a fun night” mel clapped nervously, “so let’s have fun”

“mel, we’re here for drinks and maybe some karaoke, we’re not going to do open heart surgery” trinity rolled her eyes with a sigh

“yeah, i know” she softly nodded “it’s just–i don’t do this often”

“let’s go inside before i change my mind and call garcia again” she sighed, pushing the bar’s door open

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it was supposed to be a normal saturday night. well, as normal as it gets when your dad tells you to go out so you can see new places in the city you get to call home once again moving forward. that’s how you found yourself sitting in a booth in a karaoke bar with your best friend lily. you and lily have known each other since your childhood days. after your dad adopted you he tried very hard to show you a very loving environment but it was turning to be a bit complicated for a twenty-eight-year-old guy trying to make his way through his residency. thankfully dana had a daughter around your age, so, one thing led to another and you were inseparable from that day forward

“look, bee,” she said “i know you’re not exactly excited to work under your dad but i think it’d be fun” you took a sip of your beer at her words

“lils, i don’t know anyone. the only people i know besides you are like thirty or forty years my seniors” you rolled your eyes and lily let out a chuckle before rolling her eyes and telling you she had to use the bathroom

this past week had been weird, you couldn’t get that interaction with your very hot neighbour out of your head, that’s probably why you had spent some nights at lily’s instead of your own place. her boyfriend had been out of the city for the week on some family trip you couldn’t care less about so she had kindly let you stay there for a couple of days

“okay, i’m back,” she sat down next to you. “what happened in the five minutes i wasn’t here?”

“literally nothing, lils” you smiled, shaking your head, “there’s nothing interesting going on here. i say let’s go home, order a pizza, and watch a trashy movie”

“i think it’d be good to stay here and watch people do horribly at karaoke” she said “at least for an hour”

you looked at her, the girl who rarely said no to you, and nodded. “fine. but only an hour, after that i’m going home”

“your place or mine?” she teasingly asked

“mine” you answered “i need to finish unpacking the rest of my clothes and i need to figure out what i’m gonna wear for my first day at work”

“don’t you have to wear like—scrubs?” she asked with a hiccup

“okay, smarty pants. i see the beers are getting to you” you giggled “but yes, i do have to wear scrubs but i need an undershirt and also clothes for when i clock out”

she nodded, “makes sense. i wish i had a uniform, having to pick out daily outfits is kinda exhausting and expensive”

“lily, you’re a lawyer” you deadpanned, “and you’re a well paid one”

“i’m a paralegal,” she clarified, “and i do okay. not like you miss doctor”

“i’m an r3 and i haven’t even started my new job” you shook your head with a chuckle, “we make almost the same amount of money” you shrugged “i guess it’s okay”

lily was about to add something else to the conversation when you saw trinity get on the small stage where the karaoke mics were set, “lily, towel girl is here”

“what?”

“she’s the one with the baby blue top” you lowered your head “oh my god”

“oh my god indeed” lily said back “this is amazing, bee. this is like the greatest thing that has ever happened”

“lily this is bad” you shook your head “i’ve been avoiding her for a week. why do you think i’ve been camping out at your place?”

she had a fake insulted expression on her face, a hand touching her chest “you wound me” you rolled your eyes “are you telling me the reason why you’ve been hiding at my place is to not see her in the hall?” you nodded “this is the best thing ever” she said with a loud laugh

you squeezed your eyes shut seeing some people turning to look at the both of you. the badly sung lyrics of hard times by paramore were filling your ears, unconsciously bringing a smile to your face “why don’t you ask her to go up to the bar with you for a while after they finish? she looks like she could use a drink” lily leaned to whisper in your ear. you shook your head with a small smile on your face as you lifted the beer bottle to your lips

“i can’t” you said “this is way too embarrassing for me”

“why are you embarrassed? she’s the one who appeared on your front door in only a towel” she chuckled

“because, lily” you threw back the rest of your beer, “i’ll be right back”

you made your way to the bar asking for a soda. you sat there, opening your messages to pass the time while the bartender brought you the drink you had ordered, but your attention dipped to a blond boy taking a seat next to you. “hey”

you barely turned your head to look at him, “hey?” you said with a furrowed brow

“you don’t remember me” it wasn’t a question “i’m your neighbor, well the other one” a look of realization fell on your face “yeah. i’m dennis, we didn’t get the chance to properly meet”

you said your name, extending your hand to shake his already extended one, “nice to meet you, dennis”

“you, too” he smiled, dropping your hand “you made a really big first impression on my roommate” that earned him a chuckle from you

“she made a big one too” you shook your head “trinity, right?”

he nodded, “she was actually wondering if you could give her your number” you smiled

“is that right? why isn’t she here asking me herself?”

“because she’s shy”

“that girl strikes me as anything but shy” now he was the one chuckling

“you’re right, she’s not” he shrugged but before he could say anything else, you saw trinity walking up to the both of you, a scowl on her face

“what the hell, huckleberry? i asked you to not let mel alone and that was the first thing you did”

you—unintentionally—let out a chuckle, making her turn around to finally realize who dennis was talking to and immediately stopped, “oh, didn’t know fuckleberry had company”

“are you always that skilled with nicknames? or only the ones that are directed at him?” you asked with an amused smile

“why don’t you stick around and find out?” her voice had a flirty undertone to it

“do you want another drink?” you asked her and she nodded, sitting down on the now empty seat beside you, “what are you drinking?”

“vodka cran” you nodded, quickly asking the bartender for one and another coke. you thanked him before taking a sip of your coke. you turned to talk again but were interrupted by trinity’s voice

“can i kiss you?” she blurted out taking you by surprise. you nodded, trying–and failing–to bite back a grin. her hand reached up, fingers pressing lightly against your jaw. before you could give her a chance, you leaned in, pressing your lips to hers

she was taken by surprise by your forwardness, but she doesn’t find it in herself to pull away from you. her lips parted slightly and you could taste her drink on her lips, the sweetness mixed with the slight force of the kiss. you let out a breath against her lips which made her let out a small sound in appreciation, lips pressing more aggressively against yours. your lips were very soft, trinity noted, which felt very good compared to how firmly your hand was grabbing her waist. your lips parted against hers and she tilted her head, deepening it. there was a quiet sound from your throat, barely there, but she could feel it against her lips

you pulled back slowly, trin’s lips brushed against yours one more time in a small attempt to keep the kiss going. you slowly opened your eyes, taking in trinity’s soft demeanor for a second before asking,

“do you want to get out of here?”

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you weren’t a nervous person, it wasn’t really your thing to be nervous, so you didn’t completely understand why you were nervously tapping against the steering wheel of your car as you parked on ptmc’s reserved parking lot. your phone buzzed on your hand as you closed your car. lily had sent you a badly edited image with a good morning and good luck message making you let out a loud giggle, which caught the attention of a few people around you. the ride down to the pitt felt like an eternity, the bag slumped around your shoulder felt heavy, and the music playing on your headphones felt a lot louder than you would’ve liked. bottom line, the nerves were eating you alive

jack was waiting for you standing by what you assumed was the nurse’s station, “good morning, bee”

“don’t, uncle jack” you groaned, shaking your head, “it’s way too early for this”

“come on, bee,” he said, picking up his steps to catch up to you. “it’s your first day here!”

“keep your voice down” you glared at him, “it’s too fucking early and i still haven’t had coffee”

“fine, bee,” he sighed, “i’ll buy you coffee and breakfast from that place near your dad’s house,” he offered, “but smile, please. you’ll have enough time to be all dark and gloomy by they come around”

“don’t even remind me of that” you let out a groan, “oh, god. here they come. good morning, doctor robinavitch” you heard dana excitedly ask jack ‘did i miss it?’

“morning to you, too” he gave you a short nod, “okay, everyone. as you can see, we have a new face with us this morning. this is our new third-year resident, dr. robinavitch, fresh from california”

“everyone calls me bee” you pursed your lips, before making eye contact with trinity who had a surprised expression. you mouthed a ‘sorry’ before turning back to your dad

“okay, bee, you already know dana and dr abbot. so these are dr santos, r-2. dr whitaker, intern. student doctors javadi, kwon, and ogilvie. as you can see, our house is always packed, and our department is mostly clogged up with boarders” you nodded at his words “those are admitted patients waiting for a room upstairs, sometimes for days. beds are a very precious commodity around here, so please be quick and efficient with your workups. what else?” he looked at jack, who just shrugged “we treat the sicker patients back here, but please keep your eye on that waiting room. make sure nobody's gonna die out there. your senior residents are dr. mohan and dr. langdon. you report to them, and they report to me. okay? great. senior residents, you got your sign-outs?” mohan and langdon both nodded their heads as an answer, “okay. let’s do this”

“does he do that every day?” you asked dana

she chuckled, “cut him some slack, it’s your first day”

“working here, dana” you emphasized, “my first day working here. i’ve been here before and i’ve been a doctor for two years, i don’t really need the pep-talk before my shift” you said with a light tone

“okay, bee. what would you like for your first case?” she asked with a smile and an ipad on her hand

“now we’re talking, d”

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“why didn’t you tell me you were a doctor?” you heard santos before you saw her. you were walking out of central 16 and looked up from the ipad on your hands

“well, hello to you too, dr santos” you gave her a smile

“yeah, whatever. why didn’t you tell me your new job was here in the pitt? and why didn’t you tell me your dad’s my boss?”

“yeah, uh, you didn’t ask and i know we didn’t exactly do a lot of asking. but, i can admit it was sorta my fault for not giving you my full name” you shrugged “and for whatever’s worth, you didn’t tell me you were a doctor, either”

she pursed her lips and nodded, a quiet form of agreement, before sighing “does it make it weird?”

“what makes what weird?” you confusedly asked

“you know” you shook your head, “that we slept together. i slept with my boss’s daughter”

you let out a chuckle, “look, dr santos.” you said with a teasing tone and a big smile on your face “we had a lot of fun. and i don’t see how my dad plays a part in it or how would that make it weird” she huffed out a breath before walking away

“what’s that all about?” dana asked you from her post on the hub

“wouldn’t you like to know” you said teasingly “she’s my neighbor and we kinda hooked up”

dana shook her head, “kids these days” she said with a smile on her face “do you like her?”

“slow down, mamma bear. i just met her a week ago” you opened the chart on the computer in front of you

“that’s not what i asked” she looked at you “yes or no?”

you pursed your lips, hissing a low “you are just like your daughter—”

“like mother like daughter” she interrupted you shrugging her shoulders

“but,” you gave her a look, “i kinda do”

“you didn’t hear this from me but” she lowered her voice, leaning forward to loom over your computer “i heard her talking nonstop to whitaker about her cute neighbor last week” you felt blood rushing to your face “she was driving him insane” she shook her head with a smile before walking away

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“dr santos, i see daydreaming is new on your work load” dana said walking by trinity, who was staring at where you were talking amicably with mateo

“sorry, d” trinity groaned

“you like her” it wasn’t a question

“what?”

“i said you like her” trinity looked down to the ipad in her hands, “you do know you can just ask her out, right? she won’t bite you” trinity just shook her head, “matter or fact, why don’t we ask her. hey, bee” she called out to you, “come here, i need to ask you something”

“dana”

“yes, d?” you asked from behind her

“dr santos here was wondering if you had any plans this weekend” she squeezed her eyes shut bracing for your impending rejection

“yes” she sucked in a breath, glaring up at dana, who had a knowing smile on her face “if you count finishing unpacking the boxes in my apartment as a plan. why, trin? wanna help me?” she turned to look at you, a smile creeping up on her face, and gave you a nod. “it’s a date, then. see you around, trin” you sent her a wink before walking away

she was so fucked

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[poetforher]

dana the matchmaker, what a vision man RAAAH not to mention the forwardness of trinity then suddenly she is shyyyyy- i love it love it love it!!!! reader girly will never unpack her boxes, trust, she and trin gonna hit it up and just chat all day long before it's time to waltz back to her apartment with huckleberry

[poetforher]

add your mel fic to #mel king smut tag please. it'll get more traction

well it's already in the mel king smut... you see tumblr's tagging system isn't perfect, cuz it filters weirdly but i won't go into details... it is under latest, don't know if it's gonna show up in top tho, oh wellllll

i'll tag it tho even tho it's already tagged (in the underlying code), thank you for the suggestion!!!