im so overwhelmed by cassie being the hottest ever btw like i want her to top me BAD rn
i’m not even kidding, i think about her topping me several times everyday!! UGH #needthat ginger butch doctor so bad 😩
cassie mckay who presses her body flush against yours as she kisses you, your body pinned between the mattress and her.
cassie mckay who teasingly lowers a hand lower. she takes her time, kneading your breasts first, tracing your ribcage with her fingers, making you shiver when she gets to your sensitive stomach.
cassie mckay who erupts in a cocky grin when she finally gets to your center, the way you gasp and writhe under her touch turning her on even more.
cassie mckay who fucks you hard with three fingers. “c’mon, baby, i know you can take more,” she’ll murmur hot against your ear as she sinks another digit deep inside of you. “that’s it,” she coos, “see? knew you could take it, my good girl.”
cassie mckay who has you cumming all over her fingers in a matter of minutes and barely gives you a second to breathe before grabbing her strap.
cassie mckay who smoothly slides the length of her all the way in since she just stretched you out with her fingers and you’ve already came once.
cassie mckay who slams her hips against yours so hard there might be bruising tomorrow. when you claw at her back, it only makes her fuck you faster and harder.
cassie mckay who loves to put a hand on your stomach. she presses down to feel the budge, her silicone cock filling you up.
cassie mckay who makes you look at her as you finish. if you’re squirming too much, she’ll grip your jaw—not rough but far from gentle—to make you keep your eyes on her.
cassie mckay who cleans you up afterwards. she’ll then cuddle you and murmur sweet nothings. “you okay, baby?” “you did so good for me.” “my pretty girl.”
cassie just started dating this guy and it hurts you to see because you’re in love with her. at the same time you want her to be happy but it’s hard to be around her. BUT little do you know that cassie actually likes you too but she’s in denial about it </3
cassie ends up going on a date with that brian guy. the one that you wished would be too injured to actually show up on the gallery, which also proves that no genie or god was listening to your stupid wishes.
you end up hearing about her date the day after. cassie tells you all about the paintings and photographs that she saw, the artists she talked to, and of course, the guy she was with. brian seemed like a nice guy from what cassie told you. a real gentleman. a sight for sore eyes - cassie's words. you never met the guy so you can't judge but princess and perlah said he was hot.
she's been smiling a lot more when she's looking at her phone. probably texting with that brian guy. cassie seems smitten with him. smiling and laughing when she tells a story about him.
but you wish she would stop though.
because the more you hear about this guy, the less your heart beats and the more it turns into pieces. you can't tell cassie to shut the fuck up, no. that would be rude and unprofessional and would put your friendship in jeopardy.
but fuck if it didn't hurt bad.
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cassie doesn't know if you're avoiding her or you're simply just being assigned to work with other people but it's been almost a week and you've barely talked to each other. she barely sees you anymore as if you're both running in a hectare land.
and to be honest, cassie misses you. your replies to her messages have been distant and cold and cassie can't tell if you're just tired or mad or simply don't want to talk to her. it's driving her insane.
cassie finally sees an opportunity to talk to you when she saw you enter the lounge to take a quick break.
"hey." she takes the seat across from you. "you've been busy."
"triage is packed," is your only answer.
she looks at you for a moment, contemplating. "did i do something wrong?"
that makes you look up to her. "what?"
"you're avoiding me. you're being cold and distant."
"i'm not. i'm just busy, cassie."
"too busy for me now?"
you take a deep breath, tucking your behind your ear. "we're working."
"not right now."
"we're still at work."
"what did i do? just tell me. so i can try and fix it."
"cassie, you did nothing wrong."
"then why are you avoiding me?"
"it's not about you, okay?" you let out a shaky breath. "it's not you."
"then you're the problem? what's going on?"
you're quiet for a moment, eyes drifting to your shaky hands. "i've been trying to be okay with you going out with brian," you say. "and i'm happy for you. i-i am. i can be. i'm just..."
cassie is frozen in her seat, listening to your stammers. what are you saying? are you...?
"i'm trying to be a good friend, cassie. and i know i haven't been lately but it's just so hard."
"y/n -"
"i'm in love with you," you blurt out, almost close to tears. "and i know you don't feel the same way. i don't want to ruin what we have so i'm just trying to move on and get past these feelings."
move on.
you want to move on?
from her?
"so i'm sorry," you continue. "i just need a little space."
cassie's eyes follow you as you leave but her body remains still, hoping that her brain will catch up fast enough with the fact that you're in love with her and tell you that brian is, in fact, no longer in the picture since yesterday.
WARNING: slightly suggestive, age gap, reader is somewhat toxic, cassie is in love
you show up to one of the outings the fellow pittlings invited you to. it wasn’t anything too special: a party hosted by trinity and dennis at their apartment. you wore your best pair of jeans and the tightest top you could find in your closet.
being familiar with her habit of making an appearance regardless of the location, you knew cassie would show.
you claim to have been moved on from the older woman, yet you can’t help but feel a little bitter knowing she seems to be doing fine without you.
at least that’s what you think,
the two of you are constantly playing a game of cat and mouse, cassie tempting you to give into your desires.
her.
you know it’s not the smartest thing to do, but you somehow manage to draw yourself back into cassie’s shenanigans. over and over again.
the older woman eventually shows, wearing her basic red crewneck sweater paired with cuffed jeans and a black belt. she didn’t have to do much to get you going that’s for sure.
you couldn’t help but smile at her appearance, walking up to her with your arms crossed, feigning disinterest.
“look who showed” you blurt,
“cmon baby, you knew i’d be here.” cassie replied with a snarky expression on her face.
you rolled your eyes in annoyance, bothered at her ability to act like nothing has changed between the two of you.
cassie’s smile disappeared and was now replaced with a look of longing and despair.
“i’ve been texting you.” she said.
you shrugged your shoulders, “didn’t think i was obligated to.”
cassie scoffed, turning her head away from you. “when are you gonna stop pretending?”
you knew what she was alluding to. the constant hook ups between you two, you texting her at midnight asking her to come over, then the next day acting like nothing happened.
“honestly, cass, deep in your bones, you know this is strictly platonic. we tried being together, and look where that left us.”
you said softly, scanning the room for any outsiders who might overhear, “so what? we fuck here and there. that’s all it is.”
“well what if i want more? what if i told you im not fully capable of moving on? that i want to try again.” she was becoming desperate, her arms reaching out to wrap around your waist.
“y’know… it’s kind of cute that you think a relationship between the two of us would work. you said it yourself, you’re too old for me.”
deep down, you do truly believe that you and cassie were meant to be in a relationship.
however, it was just never meant to end.
“in a way, it’s… kismet.” you smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck, leaning your head to rest against her chest.
“well, baby…” cassie started off with a low hum, “if you’re ever ready to try again, i’ll be here waiting for you.” she kissed the crown of your head, “we don’t always have to hook up, even though i know that’s what you want. we can just… talk about our day.” cassie suggested.
you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, lifting your head up from her shoulders, looking into her eyes.
“sue me, i wanna be wanted.”
i feel like this would make more sense if u guys listen to “sue me” by audrey hobert … nonetheless, i hope u guys enjoy!
need something w reader crying heavily into mckays arms and her comforting and consoling them with pet names and reader just magically feels better 😇
cassie mckay who HATES to see you sad. she’ll do anything in her power to make you feel better. her presence alone is enough to make you less sad but when she holds you and talks to you? somehow you’re cured. cassie truly has a magic wand when it comes to cheering you up. 🪄🙂↕️❤️🩹
after a particularly hard shift, one where you lost a six year old, you were a mess. when you were working, however, you held it in, needing to power through. the ride home back to cassie’s place was fairly quiet. she could sense something was off with you, but she didn’t want to push. she knew what had gone on earlier that day since she keeps tabs on you ૮ . . ྀིა
the second you step into cassie’s apartment, something in you breaks. now far away from the hospital, you know you don’t have to have walls up anymore. everything about where you currently are washes over you — the familiar scent of linen and citrus, the cereal bowl on the island you didn’t have time to wash today, and the sight of a framed picture cassie has hanging in the entryway of you, her, and harrison. all of a sudden you’re crying, barely having stepped in the door.
cassie had just finished hanging her back up when she hears your sniffles. she slides your own bag off of your shoulder and hangs it up next to hers. then, in silence, she grabs your shoulders and guides you to the couch. she sits down beside you, her arms around you. cassie’s voice is soft and warm, motherly even. “hey, baby.” she strokes your hair with one hand while the other rubs up and down your back. “you’re okay, sweet girl. just let it out, honey.” she tugs you even closer to her, and your head falls on her shoulder, burying into the crook of her neck. your tears roll down your cheeks to cassie’s skin, then further to the top of her scrubs. but she doesn’t mind. “do you want to doordash some food tonight?” cassie asks you, trying to get you to focus on the future rather than the past. you nod against her, and she smiles softly to herself. she then presses her lips to the top of your head. “whenever you’re ready, let me know what you want, and i can order it.” cassie kisses the top of your head once more. “i love you, baby.”
“i love you,” you mumble, your voice slightly muffled in cassie’s neck. your tears begin to subside, but cassie keeps holding you. you’d been sobbing heavily for less than five minutes, but already you felt better, like a weight had been lifted. when you sit up, cassie’s grip on you loosens, but it’s still there. you press a tender kiss to her cheek. “thanks, cass.”
she smiles warmly at you and brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “for what? smothering my girlfriend with hugs and kisses?” that earns a chuckle out of you, making cassie smile in the process. she kisses your cheek, then your other cheek, then your nose, and then peppers kisses all over your face. you laugh and grip onto her arms.
“cassie!”
“hm, sweetheart?”
“god, you’re impossible,” you tell her through a giggle.
“and you love it,” cassie replies between kisses, smiling against your skin as she does so.
summary: You tend to stare at cassie a lot without realizing. Unfortunately for you, most of the pitt staff is far too observant for their own good. OR, 4 times your coworkers caught you staring at cassie + 1 time she caught you staring back.
pairing: cassie mckay x female!reader
word count: 3k
a/n: i was in desperate need to write some cute cassie fluff, after spending the entire last week with a fever caused by an ear infection and a sore throat AND still going into work!!! So this was what came out of it <3
1.
It all started near the nurses’ station, during hour four of a twelve hour shift.
Cassie stood near one of the trauma room doors consulting with an attending about a discharge plan. Her black scrubs were slightly wrinkled from moving around, her jacket sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, and her arms were crossed tightly over her chest while she listened intently to what was being said.
A few loose strands of hair had escaped her short braid, framing her tired face, and somehow the exhaustion only made her look unfairly more attractive than she already was.
You stood at the nurses station, a tablet balancing loosely around one of your hands, the screen showcasing a half-finished patients chart opened on it, as your fingers stopped and hovered over it.
Dana stood beside you, sipping her coffee from her cup, like it was the only thing keeping her standing at the moment. Technically, you were supposed to be charting. But in reality, your attention and your gaze had drifted all the way across the ED.
To where Cassie was.
Dana slowly lowered her coffee cup, her gaze flicking from you to Cassie and then back again. One of her eyebrows lifted so high up in her forehead she could’ve sworn it disappeared into her hairline. The corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting for her life not to smirk.
“Hey, kid.”
You startled so bad you nearly dropped the tablet you held in your hands straight onto the nurses station countertop. But your grip tightened around it on the very last second before it could, a relieved exhale escaping you. Your eyes were wide when you finally looked at Dana.
Dana barely even looked at you, not shaken in the slightest by your sudden outburst, as she continued. “Quit making eyes at McKay and finish your charting.”
That was all it took for your whole face to turn into a crimson shade of red, as you pretended to busy yourself with anything you could. “I was not making eyes—”
Dana finally turned her head to look at you, giving you a long stare. “You keep staring at her like that,” she took another slow sip of her coffee,“I’m gonna have to file an incident report.”
A snort came from nearby.
Emma who was standing a few feet away, sorting over medical supplies, quickly covered her mouth with her hand when your attention snapped in her direction.
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face before desperately pretending to scroll through the patients file on the tablet.“I was just going to consult with her.”
Dana’s grin widened immediately as she looked at you over her cup. “Is that what you kids are calling it these days?”
"Dana!” you whimpered, your voice muffled as you dropped your head into your hands. “It's not like that."
The older nurse let out a quiet laugh under her breath, entirely unconvinced by your words.
Across the ER, Cassie glanced over at the sound of the small commotion. Your eyes met for exactly one second, before you looked away so quickly you almost gave yourself whiplash.
Beside you, Dana absolutely lost it.
“Oh,” she cackled, pointing her coffee cup at you “you are down bad.”
2.
Santos noticed because Santos notices everything.
Trauma Two still smelled faintly like iron and antiseptic after the disaster of a case you’d just wrapped up. The room was a mess of discarded packaging, stained gauze, and a lingering exhausted silence now that the adrenaline had finally worn off out of all of you.
You stood near the bed, stripping off the now bloody disposable gown, and peeling off your gloves, throwing them into the overflowing bin in the room. Across from you, Santos mirrored your actions with her ever so sharp efficiency, despite the fatigue written all over her face.
Just outside the room, Cassie stood by the PURELL hand sanitizer dispenser on the wall. She rubbed the sanitizer over her hands slowly, staring down at her hands like she was someplace else entirely. The lights of the ED washed her out slightly, making her exhaustion more evident now. Her shoulders looked tense beneath her scrubs, her jacket was now gone, discarded on the back of a chair in the nurses station somewhere.
You caught yourself staring at her again.
From her tensed shoulders, to the way she flexed her fingers, after rubbing them clean, like her hands hurt. To the way she lingered standing there, just for a second too long, her eyes closing briefly while she clasped her hands together tightly, like she was trying to pull herself back together before moving to the next patient.
Your chest twisted worriedly at that.
“Will you just ask her out already?”
You inhaled so sharply you nearly choked on nothing but air.
“Santos!”
“What?” She answered, shrugging while tossing her bloody gloves into the trash. “I'm just saying. You stare at her like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time.”
“I do not.”
Santos slowly turned towards you then, her lips pursing and her eyebrows furrowing in her forehead has she looked you over with complete disbelief written across her face.
“You absolutely do.”
You groaned as one of your hands came up to the brim of your nose. “Oh my god.”
A laugh threatened to escape Santos, but she swallowed it down as she moved towards the sanitizer dispenser by the door, pumping some of it into her palm.
“Oh, and for the record,” she added casually, as she rubbed her hands together. “McKay definitely stares back.”
Your head snapped up so fast your neck almost cracked.
Santos, who looked like she was expecting a reaction of the sort, smirked.
“Yeah,” she said, “thought that might get your attention.”
3.
Cassie had fallen asleep in the break room during her small break. That alone felt unnatural enough to make you stop in your tracks as you walked past it.
She had one of her arms curled beneath her head, her bangs messy against her forehead. The light of the room cast a soft glow across her face, making her look strangely younger and softer, and less like the competent resident physician everyone relied upon.
You stood there in the doorway far longer than you initially intended to. You just couldn’t help yourself, she looked so peaceful in that moment.
“You know she’s not going to disappear if you blink, right?”
You startled violently, one of your hands flying up to your mouth to muffle a gasp that threatened to escape.
Javadi stood beside you leaning in the doorway, nursing a cup of coffee in one hand, while the other came up and gently held the frame of the door, as she looked both fascinated and surprised by the situation.
Behind the two of you, Whitaker stood with his hands clasped behind his back, as he glanced towards where Cassie was asleep sitting by the table, only to immediately look away again, clearly uncomfortable intruding in her space like that.
“It’s really not,” Whitaker added in a low, careful voice, trying not to wake Cassie up.
Javadi didn’t even seem to acknowledge him completely. “I just think this is emotionally very intense,” she went on, still watching you like she was analysing a patient. “Like… French cinema intense. The kind where nobody communicates and everyone suffers silently yet beautifully.”
You stared at her, your mouth slightly open, genuinely unsure if you were being insulted, diagnosed or profiled, or every single one of the above all at once. Yet, still baffled by the comparison she so thoroughly seemed to have put so much thought into.
Whitaker shifted his weight awkwardly as he stood between the two of you, his hands half-raised like he wanted to physically put an end to the conversation. “We should probably let her sleep.”
“Right, yes, obviously,” Javadi nodded, agreeing immediately. Then, as if she forgot what she had just said, she leaned back in, lowering her voice even further, as if that was even possible. “But also McKay definitely has, like… a strong energy. You know? She’s humble. Very ‘main character in a hospital drama’ like.”
You made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a choke. Whitaker looked instantly alarmed at the sound, but nevertheless confused.
“What? She does.” Javadi shrugged her shoulders.
“She might hear you.”
From the small table in the corner of the room, Cassie shifted ever so slightly, one arm moving just enough to adjust her head, but she stayed asleep.
Javadi’s eyes went wide as she stared at the both of you with genuine panic. “Oh my god, do you think she heard me?”
Whitaker exhaled slowly, like he’d narrowly survived something. “We should all probably go,” he said, already stepping back into the hallway.
Javadi nodded again, but pointed at you as she backed out of the doorway, still whispering like she was delivering classified intel. “For the record, I support this.”
You stared at her, eyes wide, as you swallowed thickly.
“The age gap may be a little… questionable” she said, gesturing vaguely between you and the table where Cassie was still asleep in, “Which is fine! I have nothing against it! And i don’t think either of you cares about it any way.”
Whitaker froze mid-step, looking like he wished the floor would swallow him whole.
Javadi, completely aware of the meaning behind her own words, gave you an awkward smirk, along with a final little nod like she’d just closed a case file, and just stepped back into the ED once more, as if nothing had happened.
Leaving both you and Whitaker dumbfounded.
4.
The ED was chaotic like it usual was during the day shift. The waiting room was overwhelmed with restless patients awaiting their turn for god knows how many hours. Nurses rushed between the beds, monitors beeped, phones rang, and stretchers were wheeled down the hallways.
But even through all that, Cassie still moved with that same controlled intensity she always did.
You were standing with Samira near one workstation, the both of you bent over a fresh set of labs that had just gotten down from upstairs. The two of you were going through the possible next steps to take, considering the results you just got back.
Meanwhile, Cassie was with a patient in one of the curtained bays across the hall.
You tried not to look. You really did.
But it was almost impossible not to notice the way she stood slightly bent beside the bed, bringing herself to be eye level with a young girl who looked terrified and overwhelmed. Her voice was low but steady, completely calm, and one of her hands rested briefly on the bedrail like an anchor while she spoke. She held eye contact with the young girl the entire time, until eventually the girl’s breathing slowly started to even out.
You didn’t realise you were watching until Cassie tilted her head and let out a small yet soft chuckle at something the girl had said. It was quiet, but it still cut straight through the noise of the department.
Your head had lifted on instinct. Because, of course it did.
Samira didn’t even bother to look up from the lab results. “She’s good with people.”
You blinked, caught off guard, and forced your attention back to the screen before she could notice anything else. “Yeah,” you said quietly agreeing with her words. “She is.”
But your eyes drifted back towards Cassie anyway.
Samira glanced over properly this time, watching her for a moment. “She stays longer with difficult patients than anyone else around here.” She added, almost matter-of-factly.
Something warm twisted inside your chest at that. “Yeah,” you repeated yourself once again, softer this time.
Samira looked back at you then, and this time she actually paused, as she took in your expression. “Oh.”
Your stomach dropped instantly, your gaze shifting from Cassie to her. “What?”
“You really like her.” Samira’s mouth curved into a small, knowing smile. “You do know she likes you too, right?”
You felt heat rush straight through your entire face. “Please don’t say things like that.”
Samira raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “She checks in on you every shift.”
Your heart tripped over itself. You looked down at your hands like they might save you from having this conversation. “That’s not—”
“Half of the ED has noticed.”
You froze, as your gaze snapped towards hers in absolute dread. “Half the ED?”
Samira nodded once, completely unbothered, as she shrugged. “There’s even a betting pool going around.”
“Oh my god.”
Samira winced apologetically, as she took in your horrified expression. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
But it was already too late.
+ 1
Cassie started to notice you staring long before anyone did.
Not because you were obvious, although, according to half of the ED, you absolutely were. But rather because Cassie was exceptionally good at reading people.
For instance, she noticed when patients lied about their pain because they were embarrassed or afraid. She noticed the way family members hovered when they were reticent to ask whatever they wanted to ask. She noticed the small details, the trembling hands, the exhausted eyes, and most importantly, the forced smiles.
And she also noticed you.
At first, it was the little things. The way your attention seemed to drift towards her almost everytime she walked through the department. Or the way she could feel someone watching her during shifts, only to glance up and find you immediately snapping your attention elsewhere.
Every. Single. Time.
Cassie would look up from a workstation, or a trauma bay, and there you’d be, looking at her with this soft, distracted expression like you hadn’t even realized you were doing it.
And then, just as her eyes went to meet yours, you’d instantly look down at a chart, or at a monitor, or a tablet, fiding anything and everything around you to be fascinatingly more interesting.
The first few times it happened, Cassie didn’t think much of it, she had just brushed it off.
But then, somewhere along the way, and agaisnt her better judgement, she started to expect it. Looking forward to it.
And today was no different.
The ED had settled into one of those rare quiet moments after the many hours of utter chaos. Everyone seemed to move slower now, exhaustion dragging at everyone’s shoulders. And as for Cassie, she stood at the nurses station finishing up her charts, one hand curled loosely around a cup of now lukewarm coffee.
That's when she felt it again.
That familiar weight of your gaze on her.
This time, she didn’t look up right away. Instead she took a few moments to dwell on the feeling of your eyes on her. She felt the corner of her mouth twitch faintly, as she tried not to smile to herself, and continued to pretend to read through the chart in front of her. In all honesty, she had found this whole situation strangely endearing.
She took another slow sip of her coffee, pretending to focus on the screen for another minute before finally lifting her head. And rest assured, there you were.
Standing across the station with a tablet tucked awkwardly against your chest, completely distracted from whatever you were supposed to be doing. You were just staring at her again, your expression was soft and distant, like the rest of the department had vanished all together.
Something warm settled quietly in Cassie’s chest at the sight of your soft expression, and so before she could stop herself, she smiled at you. Not those polite, tired half-smiles she gave most of the time during her shifts. No. This time she smiled a real, soft and warm smile.
Your eyes widened immediately the second you realized she was smiling at you. Panic flashed across your face almost instantly, as you looked down at the tablet pressed against your chest so quickly, as your fingers fumbled nervously across the screen.
Cassie let out a small snort under her breath. Then, she carefully placed her coffee cup down on the counter and made her way towards where you stood.
“Hey,” she said gently once she reached you.
You froze on the spot. Your eyes, still wide and helpless, slowly lifted to meet her gaze. "Hi..."
Cassie tilted her head forward slightly in your direction, her hands slipping into the pockets of her scrub pants while she studied you with barely concealed amusement. "You do that a lot, you know?"
Heat rushed across your cheeks instantly, as you averted your gaze to somewhere over her shoulder, swallowing the big lump that had settled in your throat, as you asked. "Do what exactly?"
Her warm, calm and patient gaze was steady on yours just enough to make your heart stutter. "Stare at me," she explained, "and then pretend you werent."
Embarrassment flickered across your face, as you whished the floor would open up and swallow you whole. "Im so sorr—"
Cassie chuckled quietly before you could finish. “It’s okay, I'm not upset about it.” She moved to lean lightly against the counter now, her posture relaxed, as she shrugged. “I think it’s sweet.”
The tension in your shoulders loosened slightly upon hearing her words. "You do?"
Cassie nodded once, still watching you with that same warm look. “Yeah," she said softly. "I do.”
For a second neither of you said anything. The noise of the ED blurred into the background again, but Cassie barely noticed any of it.
She was too busy watching you adorably unravel in front of her.
As for you? You were too busy trying desperatly not to melt from embarrasment in front of her and the entire department.
“I'll stop.” You said quietly after a moment.
Cassie's smile faltered slightly at your words.
“No. Don't.” She said, far too quickly.
Then after a second, her warm and soft smile returned, as she added quietly, a little more composed this time.
in which cassie sleeps over at your house for the first time.
warning: none its just fluff
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Cassie is exhausted.
There’s really no other word to it. This shift is something she wants to forget and not think about the next one until she has to. All that’s giving her some peace is knowing you’re waiting right outside for her.
She’s doing her best not to look tired, because although the last thing she wants is to have a date at a restaurant, she really wants to spend time with you. And she doesn’t have the heart to tell you about the restaurant you so thoughtfully planned.
Just as expected, you are on the parking lot waiting for her. Your back against the hood as a smile makes it’s ways to your lips once you spot her walking over.
“Hey, baby.” You greet excitedly, hands reaching her shoulders and pressing a peck to her lips.
“Hi.” She hums into it, her own hands settling over your sweater covered waist.
“Excited for your hot date?” You ask, though she notices a hint of something behind it — knowing maybe.
“Always.” She tries, regretfully of the way her overly happy smile doesn’t match her tired eyebags.
“Such a liar.” Your retort comes with a gentle smile, letting her know you’re not mad at all that she feels this way but that you were aware she did even before talking to her. Maybe the daily pics she sends to you aren’t a good idea anymore. You could be a profiler.
Cassie huffs, forehead slumping a little against your shoulder. “M’sorry.” Because she knows you’re not letting her get her way.
“Don’t be.” You reassure with simplicity. “Can i suggest something?”
“Sure, honey.” Her voice is laced with affection, making your stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies.
“Stay over today? We can have dinner and sleep early.” Your fingers work on her shoulder as you speak, massaging the tension in them away. “You kinda can’t say no cause i already cooked and i’m gonna think you hate me.”
You’re so sweet she wants to aggressively shove you in her pocket.
“I don’t have pj’s with me.” She reasons, very inclined to accept anyway.
“So what? Wear mine.” You’re quick to come up with a resolution.
“Okay.” Your girlfriend relents easily.
With a happy grin you pull her to you, lips to her forehead before opening the door to the e seat for her and closing it only once you’re sure she’s comfy.
Your apartment is still a little unfamiliar to her, way tidier than hers and definitely cozier. Though she does try to make hers looked lived in and happy. You just have the gift to make everything look so you, she thinks. It smells good too, a mix of the candles you keep and the homemade meal you prepared for her.
While she puts on something from your wardrobe you set the living room, tv turned on in a low volume and meals on the coffee table. Her stomach grumbles as soon as she sees it.
You somehow (not really) end up paying more attention to her than the food, plate forgotten before you’re even halfway through your meal. Your legs are thrown lazily over hers, cheek squished against her shoulder as you feel particularly in the mood to annoy her.
Without much thought your finger find her brown hair, carding through it like a second nature.
“You need to cut your bangs.” You state with a twirl of her hair.
“I do.” Cassie hums before bringing another forkful of rice to her mouth.
If she’s bothered by your crowding and slouching over her, she doesn’t mention it at all. In fact, she seems quite unbothered by it. Her hand rests on your calve when it’s not holding the fork, head leaning towards your hand without noticing.
“Just don’t let me do it i’ll leave you bald.” You joke, teasing her.
“I can cut them.”
“You cut your own hair?” You pretend to be surprised, nose nudging her jaw softly. Though she really does seem like the type to cut her own hair.
“Sometimes, yeah.” Her shoulders shrug slightly, picking up the napkin to dab at the sauce on the corner of her lips — which you eye for too long.
“Woah so handy.” You exagerate, arm slipping around her shoulders. “Really need to thrim them.” A little lower.
“Just say if you don’t like my hair.” Cassie grumbles, though it’s not heartfelt. She’s not mad at all, throwing herself into your dramatic antics.
“Shut up.” You hit her shoulder without force, pouting. “How would i see your pretty eyes if they were covered?”
You’re mostly teasing, but she feels the heat rush up her cheeks anyway. She doesn’t think she’s ever been with someone who compliments her so openly. It makes her overly giddy.
“Such a dork.” The nervous chuckle she lets out is enough to let you know how she feels.
You nose her jaw and cheek again, pressing a soft kiss soft next to her eye once you reach it. “I love your hair, promise.”
“I know, sweet girl.” Her fingers squeeze your leg, pet name leaving her mouth way too easily by now. It’s taken her a bit to get used to it. “You should eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” You answer honestly, having spent too much time cooking and trying the food.
She hums, taking note to have you eat something later before bed. And to make you a nice breakfast in bed as a payback for your loveliness.
You both go to bed not late after, lazily doing your skincare and brushing your teeth side by side in front of the mirror.
Cassie falls asleep to the feeling of your hot wet kisses against her neck.
When she wakes up it’s several hours later — nine or ten she thinks. But she’s happy from the moment she does, warmth pressed to her chest and comfortable coverts wrapping her in a soft hug.
The sight of you has her softening inside, hair mussed from rolling around in your sleep and face more relaxed than ever. Your pajamas rumpled, neckline of your shirt drifted to the side and exposing your collarbone. She presses a kiss there impulsively.
You hum, still asleep but scrunching your face softly and pressing closer to her with the sweetest pout on your lips.
Her eyes suddenly waver with tears, heart thumping against her chest as she watches you with what she’s sure are heart eyes.
Though she doesn’t remember the last time she cried, this really does feel fitting. She doesn’t remember ever knowing someone who treats her as nicely as you, so soft and gentle.
“You okay?” You ask with a groggy voice, eyes only half open but alert at her wet cheeks.
Cassie nods in reassuring, guiding your face back into her neck and squeezing you with strength. “Very okay.”
You press a kiss to her skin, not questioning her tears as if you know they’re not from sadness.
She settles that she could probably die happy right here, her sweet love right on her arms.
summary: a collection of texts between you and your gen x/old millenial girlfriend cassie mckay
a/n: this could be cassie as your girlfriend or wife, it's never clarified. the contact name says wife, but that doesn't necessarily mean she literally is. also reader is lowkey a self-insert lol.
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