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Good afternoon everyone. I hope youâre all having a good day. I just wanted to hop on here and let you all know that sadly I will not be continuing my writing. I have decided to focus on my health. I will not delete my profile just in case anyone wants to come back to my account to read my work, but I will no longer be active on here. I may come back, who knows, but Iâm not putting a time frame on it, so as of now, requests are closed. This isnât goodbye, itâs just see you later. đЎ
In the Summertime - m.robinavitch x f! reader
plot : after a few days of braving heat sickness symptoms, when you finally get sick in front of your boss, she calls your boyfriend, michael robinavitch, to come get you. fluff and smut ensue.
a/n : hey ! sorry y'all i have really been struggling with writing and existing in general, but i hope you like it ! also, three quick things : no robby hate under my fics; DO NOT FEED THIS WORK INTO ANY AI OR TRANSLATE IT AND SHARE ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION and, also, likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated :3
warnings : SMUT (MINORS MDNI, 18+ ONLY), possible medical inaccuracies (i researched heat sickness symptoms but have never experienced them myself), sweet and caring robby, you and robby in a bathtub together, unprotected and p in v bathtub sex (PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX), reader is on the pill, reader is explicitly afab, reader grinds against robby's belly, robby likes to eat reader out. this should be all !
w/c : 4.3k
divider by : @honeyluvsw
dedicated to @robbyafterrounds and the ever lovely @weinthepitt take care, ilysm <3
When you noticed that the humid heat of Pittsburgh's summer had hit you, it was already too late.
Iâm gonna need to see someone make an edit of Cassie McKay to the song Cassie by Flyleaf immediately
Your girl is finally out of the hospital and on her way home. Iâll be back to writing as soon as I get settled in at home. I didnât forget about your guysâ requests! đ
Hey guys, Carolyn here. I just wanted to update you all and let you know that Iâm in the ICU at Presby (yes, that Presby). Iâll get back to writing once Iâm stronger and better.
I love that Cassie McKay is an R3 in her 40s. I love that she lived a whole life, full of ups and downs (and recovery!) before deciding to go to med school, and that she did it with a 5-year-old son at home. I love that she believed in herself enough to go for it.
I love that Cassie knows who she is, and how the job affects her. I love her moral compass. I love how she self-reflects on feedback she receives, and how she so naturally mentors younger doctors in empathy. I love how she doesn't shy away from difficult or uncomfortable conversations. I love that she wants to get laid.
And I love that Cassie isn't looking for external validation. Her sense of self means she seeks guidance and feedback from Robby, but not his approval. She sees him for the great doctor he is, and for the human he is, which is very rare among the doctors in the Pitt.
Okay, how about something cute with Mckay x f!patient? Someone verbally accosts Dr. Mckay in the waiting room about how it's taking too long for him to be seen (he's got some small, non-life threatening injury). Reader says she'd love to hear his opinions on what he thinks the 'e' in ER stands for.
When reader is finally called back to be seen, I can see Cassie thanking her and cute flirting between the two of them ensues!
Cassie McKay x female!reader
word count: 1,099
summary: Cassie McKay was verbally accosted in chairs, but a kind patient defended her. This led to them getting to know each other better.
warnings: verbal abuse, crude language
You used your right hand to fan yourself, the other hand cradling your possessions as you sat in the waiting room of PTMC. It was the Fourth of July weekend, and youâd had a slight accident with a firecracker. It was quite embarrassing considering you were typically a very cautious person, but you were slightly inebriated and were distracted when the sparkler came into contact with your skin. You managed to Uber yourself to the nearest trauma center and found yourself waiting for about an hour by now since check-in. You normally would have lost your patience by now, but considering you had nowhere else to be and taking into account the holiday, you decided to sit back and wait like everyone else was.
You looked over at the older, overweight man who was sitting next to you. Sweat pooled above his brow as he huffed and puffed, mumbling nonsensical words under his breath. You rolled your eyes, switching your possessions into your other hand before continuing to fan at yourself for some cool breeze. âHey! Hey, you, youâre a doctor!â The man called out, grabbing at the young lady walking by the two of you. Your eyes enlarged at his audacity. âIâve been here for almost two hours and have yet to be seen. The fuck is going on back there?!â He snapped. You sat up straighter, readjusting your injured hand before using your free hand to pull him away from the young lady in scrubs.
Before the medical professional could speak, you spoke up for her. âHey, asshole. Newsflash, but weâve all been waiting for more than two hours. Iâd love to hear your opinions on what the âEâ in ER stands for.â You said to the stranger. Eyeing her badge reel for a name, you finally landed on it. Dr. McKay. She wore a grey hoodie, black Nike sneakers, and her deepish red hair was pulled back into a tidy ponytail. She was cute.
Dr. McKay seemed to be breathless. She didnât quite know what to say except thank you. âThank you, uhhh, listen, I can assure you both that youâll be seen as soon as possible, okay?â She said, offering the two of you a gentle smile before walking away. You smiled back, watching intently as she walked away from you, keeping your focus on the way her hips swayed till sheâd disappeared into the Emergency Department.
Not long after the altercation between Dr. McKay and the patient beside you, you were called back. Dr. McKay and a nurse came and escorted you to a trauma room. You sat down on the crinkly white protective paper lying on the table and handed over your possessions to the nurse assisting with your case. âI, um, had a pretty shitty experience with a firecracker.â You told Dr. McKay. âWell, a sparkler. It burnt the palm of my hand.â You explained.
Dr. McKay nodded her head as you spoke. âI see. Well, hopefully itâs not too bad, and we can just apply some burn cream and get you out of here.â She said, smiling softly as she squirted some hand sanitizer into the palm of her hand, massaging it into her skin before gloving up. âAlso, I uhm wanted to thank you for that out there earlier. You didnât have to defend me. I really appreciate it.â She added, sitting down on the round stool, wheeling herself closer to you.
âOhh, donât worry about it⌠Dr. McKay.â You said, blushing when your calf brushed against her kneecap. âYou guys donât deserve to be treated like that at all.â You told her, wincing slightly as you opened up your injured hand so that she could assess the damage.
âOh, you can call me Cassie if youâd like.â Dr. McKay told you matter-of-factly, her eyes scanning the burn blisters on your palm. âThese look like second-degree burns,â Cassie observed, her hand cradling yours gently. âWeâre going to wash it with saline and then put some burn cream on it before wrapping it up.â She explained to you.
âOkay⌠Cassie,â you said and cleared your throat anxiously. The tension between the two of you was quite evident and could be cut with a knife. âItâs not going to hurt, is it?â You asked her, watching the nurse prepare the saline wash and burn cream.
âOhh no, not at all. The saline is pretty chilly; it might actually feel pretty good on those burns.â Cassie explained to you. You nodded your head as she laid your hand down flat before beginning to pour the saline solution over your hand slowly as not to make a mess. âIs that okay?â Cassie asked, smiling slightly once she saw you nod your head âyesâ. âGood.â She murmured, moving onto the burn cream. Cracking open the bottle, she squeezed some of the ointment out onto her gloved hands and gently rubbed it into your palm.
âHas anyone ever told you that you have such gorgeous eyes?â You asked Cassie randomly, trying your best not to flinch at her rubbing your burnt palm. Cassie chuckled at your compliment, her cheeks turning light pink as she de-gloved her hands.
âUhhh, no, no one has,â she told you. âBut thank you. I appreciate that.â She said, wheeling her stool away from you momentarily so that the nurse could wrap your hand up in gauze.
Once the nurse wrapped your hand, she excused herself from the room. Cassie clapped her hands together, smiling kindly at you. âWell, youâre good to go now. Iâll send you home with extra burn cream. All youâve gotta do is keep the wound clean and wrapped with a little bit of this on it.â She instructed, tapping the tube of ointment. âAlso, uh, I know Iâm not supposed to do this because itâs considered unprofessional, but I was wondering if I could give you my number as well.â Cassie asked, her eyes darting between your hand and your eyes.
Immediately, you beamed, your posture straightening up and your body leaning forward into her personal space. âYes, of course, you can,â you told Cassie, watching her as she scribbled down her phone number onto your paperwork.
âGreat, I look forward to hearing from you soon.â Cassie said to you. She handed you your packet of paperwork and belongings bag before excusing herself from the room. You exhaled deeply, smiling to yourself as you looked over her phone number written down beside her name with a few small hearts and a smiley face drawn near it. Ohhh, she most definitely was going to hear from you soon.
The Pitt, but every time Cassie McKay comes on the screen, âAge ainât nothing but a numberâ by Aaliyah starts playing.
cassie mckay is a munch
as a fellow twenty three year old bisexual woman with an entirely maga + ultra-christian family, i just wanted to pop over and say you should be so so proud of yourself for coming to terms with sexuality. it can be such a difficult thing to do even with a support system, so being able to do it without one is such a big accomplishment! <3 sending you so much love and support!!
Iâm truly sorry to hear that you have to deal with a similar family dynamic. But thank you so much for your kind words. Your support means the world to me. đĽşđ
I just want to say that you are an amazing writer and that I completely understand my family is the same way.
Awww, thank you so much. That means the world to me, and Iâm so sorry that you have to deal with that too. Sending you lots of positive vibes and love. đ
I donât normally get too emotional or personal on here, but Iâm currently working on another Cassie McKay imagine, and I canât help but feel extremely grateful for everyone whoâs sent in and continues to send me requests for women of the Pitt. Iâve recently come to terms with my sexuality as a bisexual woman, and itâs been really difficult for me because my family is entirely MAGA and ultra-Christian, so I donât really have a support system. But writing for my little crushes on here is so cathartic and makes me feel so seen. So thank you to everyone who supports my writing journey and sends me requests. I truly appreciate it. <3
being a fan of the pitt and living in pittsburgh is changing my brain chemistry. i am romanizing my city to the fullest.
⢠when i canât sleep, i just imagine that jack abbot is on nightshift down at allegheny general.
⢠i could run into dr. robby at a coffee shop.
⢠i could pass mel king on the street.
the possibilities are endless.
This is so accurate hehe
You guys, itâs 10 a.m. and I just woke up in a cold sweat from a dream I had about Jack Abbot bending me over my bed and spanking me till my asscheeks were red and raw and fucking me in doggystyle till I couldnât take it anymore physically, all because I flirted with another man.
cw lactation kink, breastfeeding orgasm, x reader
cassie mckay x breastfeeding x you...
cassie smiling down at you as she brushes her knuckles along your throat, from the base of your neck up to your chin, until you're fully settled back into the crook of her arm
McKay x reader where they're already dating and McKay forgets her birthday, angstyyyy
Dr. Cassie McKay x gn!reader
word count: 1,177
summary: Cassie McKay forgets readerâs birthday, leading to one of their first arguments.
warnings: verbal arguments, crude language, angsty language and behavior with a comfort ending
âGood morning, baby.â You heard Cassie say into your left ear, the tip of her nose pressing against your cheek, her bangs tickling at her eyelashes. It was the morning of your birthday, and although it wasnât a milestone, it still mattered to you. Birthdays have always been a big celebration in your family, and it didnât stop once youâd moved out and found your own partner. Even though your girlfriend Cassie had to work a shift today at PTMC, youâd figured sheâd make time this morning or possibly even after her shift to celebrate your big day.
âMmmm, good morning to you too.â You said, a smile evident in your voice. Youâd rolled over beneath the comforter shared between you two so that you were facing her completely. You lay there, eyes half-lidded, as you awaited her to say âhappy birthdayâ or something silly like, âDo you feel older yet?â But she never did. Instead, her lips found yours before she excused herself to the bathroom to get ready for work.
You were left dumbfounded. But nonetheless, while Cassie was in the bathroom, you slipped out of bed yourself and decided to poke around for any presents or cards she may have left around for you. You checked your bedroom closet and then the hallway closet before searching in the kitchen, dining room, and finally the living room. However, nothing was found. You tried your hardest not to be upset about it because you didnât want to come off as selfish or anything, but you couldnât help but be slightly annoyed.
While Cassie got ready for work, youâd sat around hinting at the occasion, although it wasnât really working out for you. âOoh, cereal!â You exclaimed a little bit too loudly. Cassieâs eyes enlarged slightly as she poured it into her bowl. âIs that birthday cake-flavored cereal?â Youâd asked, passing her the gallon of milk from the fridge.
Cassieâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she poured milk over the dry lumps of cinnamon-flavored bits. âUhhh, no, I believe itâs cinnamon-flavored.â Sheâd told you, handing back the gallon of milk once she was finished.
To be honest, the idea of Cassie forgetting your birthday didnât really register in your brain till she left for work. Sheâd left after uttering the typical âI love youâ and âhave a good dayâ line. To say that you were crushed was an understatement. You were heartbroken. Every holiday, anniversary, birthday, or special occasion, you made sure that Cassie always had something to look forward to. And the one day that was about you, she couldnât get it together and celebrate it?
Cassie didnât realize that today was your birthday till halfway through her shift when Dana mentioned that she had been the first to wish you a happy birthday on social media. Cassieâs heart felt like it fell through her stomach once sheâd realized what sheâd done. âShit, shit! Iâm a horrible fucking person.â Cassie said to no one in particular. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone to message you. No wonder you hadnât responded to her earlier. You were probably devastated. âBaby, Iâm so sorry. I genuinely forgot. Iâve been so busy with work and Harrison. Please forgive me.â Sheâd texted you.
But it wasnât going to be that simple. An apology over text meant nothing to you. You wanted to see her face to face, begging for your forgiveness. So you stayed up late waiting for Cassie to come home to you. She was a little bit later than usual, and you realized why once she came home. Sheâd stopped by a few local stores to pick up some flowers and a birthday cake for you. But that still wasnât going to cut it.
Tears threatened to spill out from your eyes just like they had for the past seven or eight times earlier today. Your nose was beet red along with your cheekbones, and your lips were swollen like your eyelids. Youâd been somewhat of a wreck all day. Normally, youâd never let Cassie see you like this, but you felt like it was out of your control today. You watched as she placed her items on the kitchen countertop before walking over to the dining room table where youâd been sitting.
âHey, did you get my text?â Cassie asked, taking a seat beside you. Her kneecap gently brushed yours, causing you to flinch.
You clicked your tongue, raising your eyebrows at her. âYour text means nothing to me, Cassie,â you told her. She went to respond, but you put your hand up, causing her to pause. âI understand that youâre busy with work and your son and your other bullshit, but the least you couldâve done is say happy birthday to me.â You snapped. âIsnât it programmed into your calendar? Because yours is in mine. So is Harrisonâs!â You continued, taking a beat to catch your breath. âI gave you multiple chances to say something to me, and when you finally did, it was through a text message! I deserve better.â You finished tearing up.
Cassieâs facial expression read pure regret. If she couldâve gone back and redone the entire day, she wouldâve. âI know!â She exclaimed, slapping her hand onto the table out of frustration. âI know that you deserve better (Y/N). Thatâs why Iâm so fucking angry with myself.â She said. âI know that you would never forget mine or Harrisonâs birthdays. I know how special these kinds of occasions are for you, and I fucked up. Iâm really sorry. Youâve gotta believe that.â Cassie pleaded her hands tremulously, reaching out to touch yours.
You allowed her to touch you finally. You discerned that Cassie was genuinely apologetic for what sheâd done, but you were visibly still upset about the situation. âOf course, I believe that,â you said, tears rolling down your cheeks. âItâs just been a long fucking day. I just want to forget any of this ever happened. Iâm going to go to bed.â You told her, standing up from your chair.
But before you could walk away, Cassieâs hand squeezed your wrist. âWait,â she began to say. âYâYouâre crying. Donât go to bed upset, please? IâI bought you flowers and a cake.â She told you optimistically. âItâs Berry Chantilly, your favorite,â Cassie said, getting up and taking a step closer to you, filling in the gap between the two of you.
You brushed your tears away, sniffling slightly as you stood there in front of Cassie. âWell, maybe just one piece of cake.â You said. âTo drown my sorrows in icing⌠Iâm still mad at you.â You told her, your lower lip beginning to quiver again the moment her hand grazed yours.
Cassie frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as her head tilted to the side. âMâkay⌠thatâs only fair.â She said softly before guiding you to the kitchen where the cake was. She sat with you as you ate your piece of cake, trying to figure out for the life of her how to program your birthday into her Apple calendar.