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uh send requests cuz i’m having a brain fart of a lifetime rn

[theaterkidfinalboss]

If Sepideh does not win that damn Emmy trust they will have a problem

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today is “our fuckin’ huckleberry” day today is mel and trinity karaoke day today is “fuckleberry” day today is “pressionable” day today is trinity clapping while victoria curtseys day today is “351 hot dogs???” day today is parker ellis biceps day this is a monumental day

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under the fireworks

dennis whitaker x fem nurse!reader

wc:1.6k

tags: y/n used once ⟡ kiss under the fireworks ⟡ not proofread ⟡

a/n: let’s ignore how this is posted 6 mins before midnight…….

dennis was immediately infatuated with you the moment his eyes landed on you gleaming under the harsh, fluorescent hospital lighting. he tried to get on as many cases with you despite already being involuntarily paired with robby. they’re a good team, yes, but he wanted nothing more but to spend as much time as you. to everyone else, he was nothing short of obvious, but to you, he was just being social!

“hey, uh, good work on that patient,” he compliments, catching up to you before you slip away from him for the millionth time. “not that many people would have caught that,” he chuckles.

“yeah, well, it’s what i’m here to do,” you smile in return of the compliment. and before he knew it, you were already off to another patient, leaving him in the dust.

he watches as you weave through the chaos of the pitt like a perfectly choreographed dance, only diverting his eyes once you’ve fallen out of sight. even then, he felt he should still be looking in case you had magically changed your mind to come back to chat with him.

unfortunately for dennis, he happened to stop right in front of where trinity was charting. despite being far behind on her charting and is very determined to finish them without anyone interrupting or distracting her in any way, this grabs her attention. like the oh so drama seeker she is, she ask, “so, when are you gonna ask out your nurse crush?”

her ability to be so unfiltered whenever and wherever still manages to shake him up. “i- wha- why would i do that?” he stammers as if he were just caught doing something terrible. he knows that if he had the balls to do so, he would. plus, he’s like 90% sure that you have a boyfriend or something. why wouldn’t you? your so beautiful, kind, smart, and-

“because it’s painfully obvious that you like her.”

that makes him panic. is it so obvious that you know and you’re purposely not doing anything because you hate his guys and think he’s a total creep?! “is it really that obvious?…” he asks, wincing. “plus, i’d be unprofessional to date a coworker.” dennis did think about what could happen in the workspace if you two did begin dating, but it wouldn’t be that bad of a thing. would it?

“well, times ticking, huckleberry,” trinity rises from the spinny chair with a smug look and leaned forward, “if you don’t do something soon, i might start flirting with her.”

and she’s off, muttering something about garcia not doing her right, but he didn’t fully catch it. trinity wouldn’t actually do that, right? he thought it might’ve just been a sick piece of motivation, but there’s a chance she might if he doesn’t hurry up and make a move.

for the rest of the shift, dennis has stuck by your side significantly more than he usually does. he cracks a few jokes that lift your mood after a tough trauma, he compliments on how good of a nurse you are in front of patients, and even offers to go take care of triage with you. in your mind, he is just being extra kind, but to dennis, he is being the most obvious flirt ever.

evening rolls around, and patients never seem to stop nor slow with these holiday injuries. everyone is sluggish, including you. you practically trudge to the nurses pub, clipboard in hand, and dramatically plop your upper half on the counter earning you a chuckle from dana.

“not that much left, sweet pea,” she comforts with a teasing tone. she chuckles once more at the sight of your pouty expression, reminding her of her daughters. as sweet as the scene may be, she can’t help but ask, “you going on a date with whitaker any time soon?” her tone is hushed as she lowers her glasses with a grin.

you practically shoot up like the fireworks that will be lighting up tonight’s sky, “why would i be going on a date with whitaker?” your tone is hushed, yet eager for more intel. was he going to ask you out? does she know you like him too? is she setting this up?

“just give the poor kid a chance,” is all she says, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

you really do think about it for a second. he has been extra kind to you, sticks to your side like a velcro kid, and looks up at you with his adorable, sad, beady eyes whenever you have to leave him. you can swear that you felt the cosmos realign at the realization that dennis huckleberry whitaker has a crush on you! you recount every single interaction that you’ve had with him and everything just makes perfect sense. your eyes scan the ed for him, just to find him already staring at you with a dreamy look in his eyes. you smile softly as he quickly looks away and busies himself with nothing.

“quit making heart eyes and get to work,” trinity shoves your shoulder with the playful grin that ears her a soft jab of her elbow. “seriously though, he wants you bad. you don’t know how many times i’ve heard him ask ‘do you think that y/n would like this?’” she mocks him in a higher pitched voice that always makes you laugh.

“time will only tell, santos,” you shake your head with a smile before glancing back at dennis, who quickly looks away.

as night shift begins pouring in and the never ending exchange begins, dennis is in the corner silently pumping himself up. for what? to ask you out, of course! just as you finish up your last goodbye and slip out of the ed, he practically bolts out to catch you despite not being ready to leave.

the sound of heavy footsteps coming in your direction at a breakneck speed startles you, but seeing as it was dennis slows your heart a bit. “what, can’t live without me in your line of sight?” you tease with a soft smile.

oh, that smile of yours could make him melt. but, as much as he’d like to admire it, he has bigger fish to fry! “uhm, i, uh, just wanted to ask you something…” she stammers out, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. he takes a big calming deep breath, though it doesn’t really do much, he finally spits it out, “do you maybe want to go watch the fireworks with me?”

the sudden and straightforward ask shocks you a bit. you wonder how long he’s been holding that in for. you stare at him blankly for a moment, a terrible habit you have, you’ll admit, but you see the flash of panic in his eyes.

“it’s totally fine if you don’t. i mean, you probably have a boyfriend or something, so-” he speaks all to fast that it’s almost amusing.

a smile creeps up your face as your answer softly, “i’d love to, actually.”

dennis swears that his heart just did a backflip. “yes! i mean, uh, great. i will see you later,” he gives you finger guns and makes a face only a frat boy would know how to do and he instantly regrets it.

“see you, dennis,” you wave goodbye, heading to your car.

dennis simply stands there for a second, in utter disbelief that he was able to ask you out so quickly. he will be riding this high forever.

he walks back into the pitt with a pep in his step that catches the attention of his dear friend trinity santos. “what’s got you so jolly?”

“i’ve got a date tonight,” he announces, a grin playing upon his lips.

she gives him a nod of approval, and pats him on the back like a proud father would. she knew he could do it, she was just so unsure when. i should’ve started a betting pool, she thinks.

now, as the night sky is the most beautiful shade of dark blue, you and deenis lie beneath it. the conversation flows easily. you guys talk about patients, what’s new in life, reality tv that he’s never seen but nonetheless interested in the drama. then, silence settles. not the awkward kind, but one that would be fine sitting between the two of you.

the first firework goes of and immediately catches your guys' attention. you whip your phone out to catch photos that would soon be uploaded to your instagram in just a few hours. but as your doing that, dennis is admiring you. the way your eyes glimmer and the way the fireworks reflect in your eyes is the prettiest sight that he’s ever seen.

sensing his staring, you look back at him with a shy smile, “what?” you ask, your phone still recording the sky now shot up with reds, blues, and golds.

“can i kiss you?” the words leave his mouth sooner than he wanted him too. again, you do that blank stare that bothers people to no end, and scared him shitless. “we don’t have to, i just-”

before he can finish, you press your lips softly against his, effectively shutting up his will to ramble on. the kiss is soft and slow, but still carries so much electricity. you pull away with the same smile that he fell and is still falling in love with. “thank you, dennis. for all of this, really.”

he feels his brain malfunction, buffer, and spin 360° before he can form a response. he looks like a scared cat, how adorable! “yeah, no problem…” he trails, still not feeling like that just really happened.

you go back to snapping photos of the sky, adjusting the exposure and all. you can’t deny that your heart is racing too. you’ve never been so forward with anyone you’re interested in. but if you hadn’t done anything, he might’ve just exploded right then.

dennis, already missing the flavor and feeling of your lips, asks again, “can you do that again? please?”

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dennis fic coming out soon😌😌😌

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could u possibly pretty please do baran x exgf!attending!reader 🥹🥹

but those years are over

baran al-hashimi x ex gf, attending!reader

wc: 2.7k

tags: ⟡ not proofread ⟡ y/n used once ⟡ unspoken feelings ⟡ yall high key miss each other ⟡ medical inaccuracies ⟡

a/n: i’ve been feeling like a chud lately so like sorry not sorry for uploading 😣✌️ also, send requests, i beg!!! dana fic coming soon tho!

you believed that you and baran would be forever; she did too. you guys understood each other perfectly and truly felt like the other was a missing piece of your whole. the two year and a half was strong where you guys genuinely saw a future together and maybe even a wedding. but after that, things just began to go downhill at a scarily fast pace.

it started with her coming home late after work at the va, bringing work irritation home and taking it out on you. she’d apologize because in her mind it would make things better. and for a while, it did. but if you keep breaking something apart and do minimal to fix it, it eventually becomes unable to fix. for your own wellbeing—and you believed for hers too—you called things off. you expressed that it felt like walking on egg shells around her and that she does little to work towards fixing things between the two of you. as much as you love her, you had to break up as it was doing the two of you great damage.

fast forward a year and you’re now working in the pitt, and finally over baran—or so you say… you now live in pittsburgh with your little tabby cat, mary, in a cozy little apartment nearby. you love it here, no longer stuck in the stuffy city of philadelphia.

before you can even think to catch a patient, robby pulls your from your thoughts with a tone that you already know won’t carry satisfying news, “as you know i’m leaving on a sabbatical in two days.” he watches you for a moment before continuing, “and with that, we will need two attendings on deck.”

that leaves you questioning, who will be the other attending? turning to him with a curious gaze you ask, “so who will be here to fill in for you?” surprisingly, you never thought about that, needing another attending with you on day shift that is; nor did you really think of who the replacement will be. during your time here, it’s always been you and robby, and for the days he was gone, you’d handle it on your own.

“doctor baran al-hashimi from the va in philly will be working along side you for the time that i’m gone. she’s great, from what i have heard,” and he’s already walking away, rubbing his hands with sanitizer though he hasn’t touched anything besides his scrubs.

hearing baran’s name makes your heart drop. you haven’t heard that name in about a year, let alone spoke it, and hearing him butcher it just makes your skin itch. before he can get far you scurry back to his side, “from philadelphia? shouldn’t we get someone who’s closer and physically available?”

“is there a problem i don’t know about?” he asks as if he knows that there was once something between the two of you.

“well, no-” you stammer

“then physical availability is the least of my worries, as it should be yours,” he murmurs in the last part. “so as long as we have someone in, i am satisfied,” he clasps his hands together as if to signal the conversation is over at his say.

her name falling off of robby’s tongue rings in your ears nonstop for the rest of your shift, along with the image of her face every time you blink. the thought of having to work with her every weekday for the duration of robby’s sabbatical is scary to you. the two of you haven’t spoken nor seen each other since the rough break up, and knowing your awkwardness and baran’s professionalism, this will be hell on earth for you.

like every morning, it takes everything in you to drag yourself out of bed, and even more to even get out of the door. you were up all night thinking of her. thinking about seeing her again and working with her again, it all drilled a deep pitt in your stomach that had yet to go away.

“y/l/n!” robby shouts from across the floor. he watches as you practically scurry on over though you’re slightly short of urgency. “dr. al-hashimi is due to be here any moment. and just to warn you, she is a rule stickler,” he dumps the information on you like it’s casual stuff.

it takes almost everything in you to tell him that you know that she’s a rule stickler because that’s why the two of you went so good together. you only hum in acknowledgment, your heart going a million beats per minute due to the nerves and slight anger. anger pointed towards her for even thinking of coming to the pitt. i mean, you always spoke about moving to work in pittsburgh but you stayed in philadelphia for her, and now she’s sort of picking up the remains of your now completed dream. maybe it’s just you being petty.

“i think that you two will do excellent together while i’m gone,” and before you can get a word in, his eyes gaze behind you. “may i present to you, doctor baran al-hashimi,”

knowing that she’ll be starting a new place of work fuzzes up baran’s nerves a bit. not due to the new people or all that, just adjusting to the new environment. she knows she’ll do it well, it’s more so how will people adjust to her.

you turn around, and there she is. she’s still as beautiful as you remembered. it almost stuns you that baran is actually here. pulling yourself from your thoughts, you introduce yourself as if you two are truly strangers, “doctor y/n y/l/n.” you smile and nod, trying to shove the dread that’s pooling in your stomach.

“nice to meet you, dr. y/l/n. baran al-hashimi,” she smiles, sticking her hand out for you to shake it. she holds a look in her eyes that tells you to stay professional.

and you do. you take her hand, still as warm as ever, and shake it with the professionalism she would have wanted. you ignore your heart pounding rapidly against your chest like a beast wanting to get out of a cage. Swallowing down that beast, you speak again, “anyway, i don’t want to keep you from chatting with our head attending physician.” you just needed some lame excuse to get out of this dreadful conversation.

robby’s eyebrows raise in surprise, yet he quickly masks it, knowing that you’ve never rushed this much to get to work, not since your first internship. since he knows how hard he works to avoid conversation with gloria, he lets you go with a nod.

all shift, you work like a damn soldier to avoid baran. you let the med students answer her questions and treat it like a learning opportunity.

trinity, the gossip she is, noticed it all—the tension that simmers thick between you two. “so…” trinity folds her arms over the high counter in front of you, looking like she’s up to no good.

already knowing that she might be on your case for something, you reluctantly look up from your computer. “what, santos?” you question, your voice sounding a little harsher than you intended it too, but luckily you know that trinity won’t take it to heart.

“who pissed in your cereal? damn…” trinity mutters though she quickly recovers. “what’s up with you and the new attending, hm?” she asks as she leans closer, making it oh so obvious that she’s gossiping. trinity has some sort of radar that detects tension and weirdness around people, and when you’re around baran, she feels it go off.

“don’t you have some patients to attend to, dr. santos?” baran clips in, making trinity jump slightly and curse under her breath. each syllable was said with such grace and clarity it almost distracts you. if it was one thing you missed when you broke up with her, it was the way she spoke.

swallowing down a witty come back, trinity gets back to work. baran watches with focused eyes as she does before turning back to you. she scans your face for a moment, taking in each perfection, and noting that you’re avoiding her gaze before walking away.

it’s as if all the tension that your body could hold pulsed within you the moment she got near, but came back to sting you as she gazed over your face for a moment too long that made it no longer professional. after making sure that she was a far enough distance, you let out a breath and subtly shake out all of your nerves, and force yourself to get up and check back up on the doctors around.

you stop at the nearest one, trinity’s. she takes a moment before she can get to you, but you respect it. before she can even get a word out, baran slides into the room, almost like a ghost, “mind if i observe?” she always had a knack for just appearing places without making a sound. it’s both scares and amazes you.

trinity, almost as if she has been stunned, sort of buffers. so, you take the chance to fill it, “you know, it would be best for one of us to. i’ll let you sit in on this one, dr. al-hashimi.”

as you attempt to make your exit, but baran’s hand gently takes hold of your forearm, effectively stopping you in your tracks. your breath catches in your throat at the familiar feeling of her hand on you, one you haven’t felt in what felt like a million years. realizing what she has done, she quickly brings it back to her side. “i was hoping that i’d get to see you in action, dr. y/l/n,” she smiles, using a tone that she would always when she wanted to get something from you.

you stare at her with a contemplative look swimming between your ears and behind your eyes. fixing your face to a more pleasant expression, you reluctantly agree.

everything goes fine and trinity properly diagnoses appendicitis, earning praise from both you and baran. before either of you know it, a trauma rushes in, needing all hands on deck. “dr. al and dr. y/l/n, i need you two on that!” robby shouts from another trauma room.

the way he says doctor al just makes you want to twitch. al-hashimi isn’t hard to say, you think, rolling your eyes.

“forty-two year old male, gunshot wound to the lower abdomen, no exit wound,” the paramedic spits out. “blood pressure 130 systolic, heart rate isn’t looking good, bradycardic, and he’s losing a lot of blood.”

everyone springs into action, gloving up. “on three,” you declare. “one, two, three,” you guys successfully move the man from the stretcher and onto a bed. he groans from the sudden movement and pain.

baran always thought it was a bit silly that you counted up instead of down like everyone else. but it’s what makes you unique, she would think.

“can somebody call or?” cassie asks, momentarily breaking away from her intense focus.

“good call, cass,” you praise, nodding your head at her in approval. “dennis?” you don’t really ask him to do so, but you phrased it in a way that made him know what to do.

hearing you call cassie a nickname she hasn’t heard anyone call her makes baran’s skin itch in a weird way and pools her stomach with jealousy.

doctors alike move around the room and the body as if it were a practiced dance. you and baran, though? you two seemed to have your own silent communication system. that’s what happens when you work with someone for four years and date them for two and a half of those years.

baran and you don’t notice the confused glances and unspoken words of the residents around you guys. it wasn’t until you needed another tool from samira did you realize what you two were doing. you stare at her quietly for a moment, waiting. she stares back with patient and confused gaze. she looks from your open, glove clad hand, back up to your eyes, eyebrows furrowing further in confusion.

“allis tissue forceps, samira,” baran answers for you. baran watches as the tool lands gracefully in your hand.

“thank you, samira.”

baran feels a slight pang of pain in her heart at you not acknowledging her, praising her for knowing exactly what you need. especially when she knows that you would have.

“where the hell is garcia or walsh?” you question, your tone growing irritated. yes, you guys are capable at doing your jobs, but where are the experts when you need them?

“they’re busy, but they can bring down an intern… if you would like…” dennis suggests with a careful tone, detecting your simmering irritation.

anyone is better than no one, baran thinks. “yes, make the call.”

why in the hell would we want someone who just got here? “no, don’t make the call.”

you both speak at the same time and everyone sort of pauses. for the first time in forever, you and baran really look at each other, debating the decision with only your eyes. giving in, you sigh, “bring ‘em down.”

the operation goes swell, but it leaves you and baran tense.

as the day shift concludes, the night crew slowly starts filling in, baran walks a few paces behind you, debating whether or not to speak with you now. deciding that it’s better to face this sooner than later, she calls out to you in the almost empty parking lot.

you could ignore her, you could carry on with your evening, and keep yourself up at night wondering what she was going to say, so you don’t. “what, baran?” you turn to her with a tired expression, your voice giving evidence of your exhaust.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” baran states in that tone that you used to always admire. it scared people by how calm she would be during a confrontation, inevitably making them spill their guts. she never used it much on you during the time you guys were together, so using it on you now like this feels foreign to her. “why?”

it almost catches you off guard. baran knows you hate confrontations, especially direct ones like this. “i’m not doing this right now, barani,” you sigh, your voice a little sad now.

barani, seriously? you mentally curse yourself. the nickname slips right off of your tongue. it’s what you used to always call baran when you guys were so in love.

hearing the nickname fall clean from your lips almost makes her grin. “not doing this right now…” she repeats in a low tone, almost like she is mocking you. “i thought you were one for communication and transparency,” she uses your own words against you, what you repeatedly told her you wanted right before you broke up with her. “why are you avoiding me?”

“because whatever this is”—you gesture to the general atmosphere—“is weird and awkward, and you know it,” you confess. “you can’t just waltz into the ed and act like everything is fine and dandy,” your eyebrows furrow and you cross your arms over your chest.

baran scoffs at your statement, “this is weird because you’re making it weird. i am actually trying to be professional.” it’s as she predicted. she knew you’d act petty if you guys crossed paths again.

“you know what? i’m done with this, okay?” you throw your hands up and turn on your heel, clicking the key to your car. you seriously are not in the mood for this, not right now, and maybe at all.

it doesn’t have to be a thing, baran knows. part of her just wanted to get a reaction out of you and the other half just wanted you to really speak to her. she misses you, she can’t lie.

baran sighs in defeat as she watches you walk away. she mutters something in farsi beneath her breath as she makes her way to her own car, frustrated with everything. frustrated with you. why can’t things just be good between the two of you again?

the second you plop into that driver's seat you break down completely. you can’t stop the tears from rolling off of your cheeks. you don’t even know why you’re crying! maybe it’s all of the pent up anger finally releasing itself after seeing baran, maybe it’s the fact that you miss her, or that you are so unbelievably angry at the situation. why couldn’t you just have told her what you felt? you can’t go back now, you’ve already ruined it for yourself. for her.

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coming home to you

baran al-hashimi x lawyer!reader

wc: 789

tags: fluff!!!! ⟡ established relationship ⟡

a/n: send requests guys!…

you knew that going into law would leave you utterly exhausted at the end of the day. well, like any other job, but after seven years of working to be a lawyer, you came to the conclusion that you would never feel relaxed again. you felt this prophecy to be true until you met baran. she was like a breath of fresh air when you two met. you were representing a friend of hers and she had come to the courthouse for comfort. you two had chat for a while before the trial and you guys hit it off. unfortunately, the conversation had to come to an end, and you felt yourself missing someone you had just met. luckily, she had caught you after the hearing and the two of you arranged a date.

and that is how you got here. you trudge up your apartment stairs and fish out your keys from your larger than needed bag, silently cursing as you struggle to find them. as if the heavens above were on your side, baran comes to the rescue and answers the door at your surprise. “baran, i didn’t know you stopped by,” the delightful shock is evident in your voice as you look her over.

“it’s my off day, azizam,” she smiles warmly, opening the door wider to let you into your own space of living. baran takes notice of your tired state, slightly worried for you. what can she say? doctors habits. “long day?” she asks softly, taking your bag from your shoulder. baran knows today was a hard one; everyday is for you, but in case you don’t want to answer completely, she leaves it completely open for refusal.

you hum in response, giving her all she needs to know without any words. your shoes hit the thick mat with quiet thuds and baran carefully places them in the shoe rack. you see no point in doing so since you're almost always late to get out of the door each morning, but you let her because it’s what she likes, and it’s what should be done.

“have you eaten?” she questions, her voice warmer than a spring afternoon. baran trails behind you as you practically drag yourself to your bedroom to change into something far more comfortable than your work clothes. she loves that you’re able to undress around her and feel completely comfortable and safe. she watches you, not in a weird way, of course, but with eyes of admiration. she lets her eyes follow every scar and stretch mark that graces your skin and every curve that makes your body.

you nod your head, knowing not to lie to her. not in some power-play type way, no, but because you know you don’t have to. if anything, you’re quite full. “had a sandwich on my way back,” you inform, tugging an old t-shirt over your head. “finished it too,” you add as you pull on your sleep shorts.

your tone makes her chuckle. it was only mildly funny. as she sees you finally turn to her, she nods her head towards the living room, knowing that you’re due for some cuddles. laying down first, she opens up the blanket for you to lay in. once you have finally settled with your head resting against baran’s chest, she wraps her arms around you in the most delicate way possible as if you were to break if she held on too hard.

you practically melt into her arms, already feeling the exhaustion leave your bones. she smells like tea, herbs, and most importantly home. you see baran as someone who you can turn to when you need mental and physical comfort. you guys just understand one another like that. “thank you, baran.”

she shits slightly at your thank and it almost makes her laugh, but she doesn’t want to ruin the moment. “no need for thanks, eshgham. it’s what i’m here for,” she whispers before placing a kiss upon your temple. as a girlfriend, baran views it as her duty to take care and love for you, so this is the bare minimum.

the night is filled with soft spoken words, warm kisses, and the quiet play of the television of some movie replay that you guys only half care about. not long after, your breathing evens out into shallow breaths, notifying her that you have finally let yourself fall asleep. she knows you rather stay up as long as you possibly can or at least until she’s ready for bed, so you must be really tired as it is barely past ten. as careful as she can me, she clicks off the tv and wraps her arms securely around your top half. “goodnight, nafasam…”

[yvsapl]

why does noah wyle hate seeing woc shine omg im sick😣😣😣😣😣 cuz wdym we’ll be seeing less of our good sis shabana in s3?? i mean, at least we get to see her… first we loose tracy ifeachor who played collins, krystel mcneil who played kiara, and then now we won’t see the sweet return of samira mohan as supriya ganesh😣 i’m physically ill.

[yvsapl]

baran al-hashimi fic TONIGHT. be there, or be square…

[yvsapl]

just a pose, right?

trinity santos x nurse fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

tags: victoria and dennis appearances ⟡ sad, loser, lesbian trinity santos ⟡ y/n only used once ⟡ trinity fucks up… ⟡ kiss gone wrong ⟡ confused/questioning reader (if you squint hard enough) ⟡ not proofread ⟡

a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw: “This girl did a kissy face for a photo and i actually kissed her not knowing that's a pose????? the op is @/ilovepeppermintcandy on tiktok. but i added my own little twist to it… enjoy!! also, send requests cuz i highkey don’t know what to write…

you are just about everyone’s favorite down in the pitt. how could you not be? you have just about the highest patient satisfaction score, you’re smart, quick, helpful, kind, and you’ve got sunshine for days in your pockets. that is what drew trinity santos in. though she would never admit it, she likes you. like a full on schoolgirl crush on you. although she denies it with all of her heart that she is even friends with you.

you are a difficult topic for trinity. she doesn’t even know if you like girls, for pete’s sake! trinity doesn’t know how to act around you. yes, she gives everyone annoying nicknames and constantly spews witty comments towards whoever, but she’s softer with you. wisp, the nickname she gave you due to the fact you often moved without sound. you enter conversation when you see fit, only speak when spoken to, and you have just such a quiet and calm aura that she cannot ignore. at first, you absolutely disliked it. all your life you have been teased for being too quiet, as if that was a terrible thing. but due to you being too quiet, you never spoke up to trinity about it, and you practically had to beg samira not to make an issue out of it. though, as you and trinity entered your second years of residency, you have grown accustomed to the name.

as of late, or throughout these past two months, trinity has been acting weird towards you. she’s been nicer, in a way. or a better way to describe it: more of a friend than a coworker. though the word friend would carve her heart out.

after a self pep-talk, and a red bull and a half, trinity finally worked up the courage to have a civil, non-work related conversation with you. “wisp, can i talk to you real quick?” she asks, pulling up to the nurses station with her hands shoved in her pockets, obviously nervous. she has talked to you before, many times actually without nerves, but now she feels as if she’ll be asking you for a million bucks.

you look up from your computer a moment after, giving her a soft smile. you give her a once over and clock her nervous demeanor. the always ready, never nervous trinity santos is nervous. what a sight! you don’t comment on it though, but if it were you, you know she would. “sure, what’s up, santos?”

ah, professionally calling her santos. it send a weird pang to her heart that she knows she shouldn’t be feeling—not now, at least. trinity makes the quick decision not to chicken out. she takes a deep breath before asking, “would you like to go out with me… some time?…” man, she feels as if a weight had just been lifted off of her shoulders.

the question catches you off guard. is she asking me out? you wonder. no, she can’t be, you think to yourself. you stare at her like a deer facing on headlights—wide eyed and curious. you’re caught off guard by her invite, it seeming not-trinity-like in any way.

realizing she left out such a crucial detail, she mentally curses herself for doing so. collecting her thoughts, she stammers out, “along with dennis and victoria, that is. only if you’d like to.” she’s already regretting her decision. why did she just text you? before she can forget anything else she mentions, “tonight, after our shift. around seven forty five-ish.”

“oh, yeah, definitely,” you agree almost immediately after her fix of words. you’ve been out with victoria a few times, but never with the three of them. it’s also been a while since you’ve been out. plus, this could be a great opportunity for you and trinity to truly become friends!

the whole shift, you are just so giddy to get out and have some fun with the girls—plus dennis—and get wasted! you chatted with victoria on what you two should wear. you all seem to clock out as fast as you all possible can just to have a fun night out.

for your outfit, you opt for a camouflage cami tank, mini jean shorts with a worn out, golden belt, sunglasses you don’t need, gold jewelry, and black boots. it looks good enough in your eyes. the drive to the bar is somewhat chill, you bass bumping with some early 2010’s beats.

pulling up to the bar, you spot the three of them all waiting by what you assume is trinity’s car. “glad you could make it,” trinity smiles, leading all of you towards the bar entrance, but more specifically you.

the night is filled with dumb jokes, work gossip, and overpriced drinks that you guys will pay for anyways. like any going-out night, you all took pictures to later upload. you’ve been able to get a multitude of photos for the aesthetics, yourself, and a few with dennis and victoria, but you haven’t been able to get a single one with trinity.

a little tipsy, you stumble over to where she sits on a high stool. “trinity! come take a picture with me!” you shout over the music, already dragging her away with one hand, the digicam in the other.

trinity’s body runs warm from your touch, though she tells herself it’s from the alcohol. she follows as you pull her to a wall full over stickers, the area lit with a warm orange light. she poses for a few solo shots without an issue. “here, we should take one together,” she suggests, her voice warm in your ear.

you nod eagerly, finally getting the chance to take a photo with your new friend. hopefully the alcohol isn’t the reason she’s willing. you both get some really cute photos you say are instagram worthy, and you’re both glad for that. “one last one, then we can go back!” you state, holding out the camera far enough for the both of you.

truth be told, trinity doesn’t what to go back. not because it’s noisy or she wants to go home, but because she wants to stay here alone with you.

posing for the photo, you go for a classic duck-lip pose, turning your head towards trinity. you snap the photo quickly before you realize she’s kissing your lips?! you immediately pull back and cast a surprised gaze upon her. had she actually just kissed you?!

did i actually just do that?! trinity thinks to herself, already planning on going mia just by seeing your reaction. why did she do that? she doesn’t even know.

for a moment, none of you say anything. stares don’t even do their job of speaking unspoken words. breaking the silence and tension between the two of you, you mutter, “i’m going to head out…” your mind is fogged with the memory of the kiss; replaying it like a broken record. “i’ll see you on monday, trinity,” you quickly brush past her, not sparing her any eye contact.

your perfume catches her attention, already gone before she can remember it. she’s left frozen in the warm atmosphere. her body warms with embarrassment this time. embarrassment and regret hitting her like a freight train. tears swell in her eyes, but she pushes them back. she’s not trinity the vulnerable, is she? finally picking her feet up from off the sticky ground, she makes her way back to where she originally was. and with her amount of luck, she pumps into dennis and victoria.

“hey, what’s up with y/n?” dennis shouts over the music, a confused look in his eyes.

victoria comes next, matching his volume as she leans into trinity’s space, “yeah, we saw her walk out pretty fast without a word. she hasn’t even texted us anything.”

it’s clear that they’re filled with concern for your wellbeing. this is supposed to be a fun night out, but trinity just had to ruin it, didn’t she?

taking a slow deep breath in and out, she shakes her head and composes herself, “i don’t know, maybe she felt sick or something? we should head home though.”

sharing a glance of suspicion, dennis and victoria agree to end the night. their car ride is quiet and tense, unspoken questions floating in the air that neither of them want to acknowledge. they drop victoria off first, waving her off with a polite smile. now, it’s just her and dennis.

having living together for about ten months, dennis knows something is wrong. trinity would never call a night off so abruptly. plus, he also knows that she has a thing for you, not that she told him, but because he knows her like that. “what went down?” he asks, his voice calm and soft, leaving room for her to leave the question unanswered. he has an idea of what could have happened, but he doesn’t want to make any assumptions. not when she’s in this state, no.

looking over at him with sad, drunken eyes, she admits softly, “i fucked up, dennis. bad.” the words taste nasty on her tongue. just knowing that she fucked up what could have even been a friendship makes her heart ache in the worst way possible. sinking into the seat, she mutters, “i don’t want to talk about it. not now at least.”

dennis hums at her confession, not pushing because he knows he shouldn’t. that is for another time though… maybe sometime at work since he’s not close enough to you to text you out of the blue. the drive is otherwise silent between them.

you on the other hand are a complete wreck. your brain won’t let the imagine of her kissing go, and your camera won’t either. i only like her as a friend, right? she didn’t mean to do that, it was a mix up of poses. i don’t even like girls! your spiraling in your living room floor, back against the couch and a glass of white wine in front of you. the tv in the background only disrupts your thoughts, so you scurry to shut it off. fumbling the remote, you fall frustrated with yourself and throw it across the room. tears fall from your eyes. tears of confusion, frustration, and worry. you don’t know what to do. do you text her or do you call her? do you even talk to her after this? how will you go to work? deciding this is too much on your brain, you down that last of your wine and drag yourself to your bed. not like you would get any sleep after this.

despite feeling like absolute shit, you still have to post for the gram.

doctor.love

♫ 365 - charli xcx

night out with the girls plus dennis!!

liked by samimoah, parkerellis and 93 others

d.evens Hope you all were safe!

→ doctor.love we were, don’t worry!

huckleberry.dw Where are my photo credits???😒😒

→ doctor.love not everything needs to be about you, dennis…

old_man_abbot Where was my invite?

→ doctor.love must’ve got lost in the mail…🤔🤔

vickyjavadi tonight was so fun!!!! we need to get out more, seriously😣😣

→ doctor.love ikrrrr!!!! trust, we will!

[yvsapl]

stinging regret

frank langdon x fem!reader

wc: 1.9k

tags: pre season 1, angst, suicide, overdose, no abby, y/n used once, not proofread

a/n: only uploading this at 2am cuz people won’t GO THE FUCK HOME omg im so irritated 🫩

These past months have been absolutely terrible for you. You’ve gone through many friendship breakups, family losses, and work has been especially rough on you. Life has just been a struggle lately, almost chore like. It nearing the new year hasn’t made it any better.

When you need comfort or someone to listen to you, you’d turn to your good friend, Frank Langdon. When you first interned at The Pitt, he took you under his wing, and that is where you stayed. He was like the tough loving older brother you never had. You were grateful for him, as he is for you.

journal entry #67 12/31/23

Dear Diary,

I’m not sure if I can carry on. Everything sits far too heavy on my heart, and I don’t know what to do with it all. I know I can turn to Frank, but he’s going through his own shit, and I’m not trying to add onto any of that. I don’t think there is anyone at work I can talk to. Maybe Dana, but I’m not that close to her. I don’t know. I just feel so lost. Someone from up above, please send me a sign. Hopefully next year will be better than this one.

As new year’s eve rolled around, your condition had noticeably gotten worse. You’ve begun to withdraw from work hangouts, you barely spoke to anyone, the light no longer reached your eyes, and the ED hasn’t heard you light laughter in a good minute. Naturally, people began to worry. It started with Samira, then Dana, Robby, and lastly, Frank. He’s seen you bounce back from your melancholic episodes, so he left you to do your own thing.

You finish off your charting with a heavy sigh, and trudge towards the locker room. Your fingers move sluggishly over the lock pad, messing up the code one too many times causes you to curse quietly in frustration. You rest your forehead on the cold wood and attempt to take some calming breaths though they do very little.

Unbeknownst to you, Frank had been watching you with quiet and concerned eyes. “Hey, uh… have you been doing alright?” he questions, worry lingering in his tone. He knows that he would not be able to gauge a satisfying answer for you, at least not here.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, keeping your answer to the question short, like you have always done as of late. You give him a small smile that could’ve fooled everyone, but not him. No, not Frank. You sling your bag over your and make your way towards the door without another word nor glance.

For a reason he cannot name, this set a million alarm bells off in his head. His feet feel frozen to the ER floor for a moment before he finally gains the strength to move them again. He does an awkward jog in your direction and lays a hand on your shoulder as the two of you fall into step, “Do you want to come over maybe? We can order from that Chinese place you like?”

“I think I’m just going to head straight home tonight, Frankie,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around your own body. The decision weighs heavily on your mind, and it has since you were a preteen. You don’t know what you did to deserve this and why it won’t go away.

Your response causes his footsteps to falter and his mind automatically catalogs through excuses and ways to get you to stay with him tonight. “If you’re tired, we can go to yours,” he suggests with a shrug, his voice mildly shaken. “Oh, what about that movie we’re supposed to watch? The action one with the actress you really like.”

Frank’s words flow through one ear and out the other. On a usual day, you would have agreed, but today you have exhaustion that lays heavy on your bones. “I’m just feeling tired tonight, Frank. I don’t know,” you sigh, shaking your head. You make an effort to part ways, but Frank only follows.

“Let me walk you to your car at least,” the walk to your car is quiet, save for wailing sirens that the both of you pay no mind to. Speaking of sirens, Frank can’t seem to ignore the ones going off in the back of his mind, screaming that something is wrong.

“Thanks, Frank,” you toss your bag into the passenger seat before turning back to him. You finally meet his eyes just to find him already staring at you with a concerned gaze. Without a second thought, you pull him into a tight hug. It shocks the both of you, you not being one for physical touch.

Pushing away that fact, Frank wraps his arms around you. One arm held over your upper back, the other holding the back of your head. “Any time,” he whispers, letting his face rest in your hair.

You both stay like that for a moment, not caring if anyone sees. It’s almost like everyone else doesn’t exist and that it is only you two in your little bubble. This is nice, Frank thinks to himself. He’s never held you like this, and you have never had anyone to hold you like he is right now. This is a feeling worth keeping.

“Goodbye, Frank,” you simply mutter into the fabric of his hospital scrubs before pulling away after a moment longer.

He lets you fall from his arms, watching as you retreat into your car, his chest aching. His eyes watch with a unique sense of sorrow that he’s never felt before. His mind thinks hard on your goodbye for a moment. It wasn’t your usual ‘see you tomorrow’ or ‘see you next shift,’ and was simply just goodbye. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“yeah,” your voice wasn’t filled with any form of commitment, because you have already made up your mind. You pull out of the parking space, and once you’re horizontal to the spot and Frank, you roll down your window and wave, “I love you, Frankie,” before driving off.

He must’ve misheard you, right? Out of your many years of friendship, that was the first time either of you have said I love you to one another. So it catches him off guard. Before he even gets a second to process, you’re already out of the parking garage. He replays the sound of your voice in his head, warm and full of woe. With that, he walks over to his car with his hands stuffed into his pocket, thinking about you.

7:30pm

f: you good?

f: I know you said you were fine, but I feel like I still have to check in.

y: read 7:56

8:00pm

f: ??

f: you’re worrying me you know…

f: just tell me you’re alright

f: please

y: read 8:13

Luckily, you have no pets, so you don’t feel as guilty for your decision. You change into the nicest and most comfortable pajamas you own and stuff your face with pizza. The sound of your favorite show, Interview with the Vampire, plays softly from your TV, though you aren’t really paying attention.

Once you are finished with your meal, you stare at the bottle of sleeping pills that sit on your coffee table that might as well be laced with neon lights. The decision weighs heavy in your mind at the moment though you had been so previously sure. Your hands shake with anticipation as you reach for the bottle that might as well come to life and taunt you. The clock strikes midnight and the bottle pops open with gibe. one, two, three… six pills, you count. You become hesitant at the size of them.

You plot to your kitchen cabinet and pull out a flask of vodka that you said you would get to months ago and pour yourself a cup. You toss the pills in your mouth without a second thought and chug the alcohol. It burns ten times more than you thought it would. You fall into a coughing fit at the sensation. My last coughing fit, you think. The thought makes you laugh. Imagine knowing when your last coughing fit is. Now that the hard part is over, you slog to your bedroom, your clean bedroom, and cover yourself all nice and pretty, close your eyes, and wait for the lord to take you. But before you allow yourself to truly rest, you text frank

y: sorry if i was acting a little weird earlier, frankie.

y: i did mean it though.

y: i do love you.

At around 2:13a.m, Frank’s eyes shoot open at the sudden feeling that something is wrong. He hasn’t forgotten to turn off the stove or lock the door, he knows he has. He checked three times before allowing himself to relax and settle into bed. He scrambles to his phone and grimaces at the bright screen. His fingers move painfully slowly to the messaging app to find three unread messages of yours.

f: what’s going on with you?

f: that sounded rude, sorry

f: but are you alright?

f: ???

f: do i need to come over?

f: y/n??

Your texts set Frank’s brian into fight or flight. He re-reads your messages, remembering everything he can from nursing schools about signs someone is to kill themselves, and every box is mentally checked off. He springs off of his bed and out the door in record time. He could care less that he’s speeding when his mind believes that your life is on the line.

He makes it into your apartment complex with a spare key he never took off from the one time you had gone on vacation. He then sprints up three flights of stairs and makes it into your house in about a minute and a half. He shouts your name, no response. He prays that it’s just you being a heavy sleeper. He bursts into your bedroom, to find you lying still. He calls your name, still no response. His heart beats a million beats per minute as yours doesn’t beat at all. He shakes you with determination, checking your pulse to find… nothing. He can swear that his own heart stopped beating. At that point, Frank quietly breaks down in a way he hadn’t in years. His hand finds your cold one and holds it tight in his.

“I should’ve known, damnit…” he curses himself, feeling a deep sense of regret. He fumbles his phone and immediately dials 911. Paramedics are here faster than Frank had ever seen. They had pronounced you dead at the scene, having nothing that they could do. Still, they took you to the morgue that would pass through the pitt.

The ride has to be the worst thing that Frank has gone through, save for his addiction. None of this sits right in his heart. It shouldn’t and it will not. He feels as if he had lost a part of him. A part of his heart, his whole, his routine.

January 4, 2024

Now, a year has passed since your death, and Frank has decided to show up this year. No one had expected him to. He skipped work for a whole two weeks and a half following your death, and had planned to today. But he said that he would show up for you. And that everyone should push in honor of you.

[yvsapl]

angst fic coming out soon!!!!!!!!! the smith/jeff buckley based… be prepared…..

[yvsapl]

mother’s day

dana evans x reader

wc: 561

warnings: none

nurse evans, dana evans, mama evans, whatever. though dana is practically everyone’s mother in the pitt, she’s especially yours. not biologically, of course. before you were a med student, you had caught the attention of dana due to your various visits to the er and how you wanted to become a nurse someday. and so, when you joined the pitt, she took you under her wing. and ever since then, she’s treated you like her own kid.

this mother’s day, you decided that it will be the one you thank dana. with your real mother out of the picture, it is actually quite fitting. you stopped by the store that past friday and bought a bouquet of her favorite flowers, a pastry from the bakery that she mentioned she liked once in passing, and you hand made a quick water colored card for her, expressing your appreciation for her presence. since mother’s day falls on a sunday—like it has for all of eternity—you showed up that monday with her gifts.

right as you pull into the parking lot, dana seemed to be making her way into the pitt herself. “hey, dana! could you come here for a moment?” you call out to her, your expression just a tad bit nervous.

dana lowers her sunglasses and squints her eyes at you before making her way to your car, “whatcha got for me, kid?” she approaches a little confused. it’s not like you guys have never talked before a shift, but it’s the fact that you called her to your car is what trips her up.

as she gets closer you explain slowly with a soft smile on your face, “i know it was mother’s day yesterday, and i’m not technically your child, but i still thought that i should show you my appreciation.” first, you hand her the flowers and you watch her light up.

“oh, you really didn’t have to,” she insists, admiring them and taking note that they are indeed her favorite. she watches as you pull out the plastic container and she laughs softly, “i told you once that i liked this place. knew you had a good brain on ya’.” her tone is playing as her expression softens into something so sweet.

“one last thing,” you reach deep into your center console and pull out the card. it’s a watercolor painting of prairie flowers sticking out. you unfold it to reveal careful writing that vomits out your gratitude. a smile too wide for 7am is plastered over your face as you await her final reaction.

dana scans over the words, reading each one with care. all this is pulling at her strong heart. “thank you, kid,” she smiles and pulls you into a hug, which you gracefully accept. “you don’t know how much this means to me, really,” she expresses as she pulls away with a genuine expression on her face.

dana really does feel like you’re one of her kids. not in the same way she cares for every nurse and doctor at work, but someone she genuinely cares about like one of her own. her smile resides permanently on her face as you two talk and walk the gifts back to her car which is only parked three spaces from yours. somehow this strengthened the relationship that you two have, and you’re glad for the fact.

[yvsapl]

masterlist

the pitt

⟡ trinity santos

⟡ smoke sesh with with santos

⟡ just a pose, right?

⟡ michael “robby” robinavitch

⟡ parking lot feud (part 1)

⟡ cassie mckay

⟡ harrison’s cute babysitter

⟡ dana evens

⟡ mother’s day

⟡ frank langdon

⟡ stinging regret

sinners

⟡ coming soon

jjk

⟡ coming soon

iwtv

⟡ coming soon

[yvsapl]

harrison’s cute babysitter

cassie mckay x female babysitter!reader

wc: 2.4k

warnings: MDNI, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), squirting, slight overstim, dom!cassie, praise, age gap (reader early 20’s/cassie early 40’s), pet names (sweetheart, darling, baby, good girl), no use of y/n

cassie is twenty years your senior, but that doesn’t stop what you feel for her. and you would be lying if you didn’t think she did too. everyday was filled with glances that shouldn’t be shared, hands that brush too close, and goodbye hugs that linger for too long. you are harrison’s babysitter, nothing more, right?

it’s a friday evening, around seven, closer to eight, and you hear a soft click at the door, signifying cassie’s return. “cassie, you’re home,” you smile, your voice soft as you greet her at the door with a side hug.

“hey, bug,” she hugs you back, holding onto you a little longer than necessary. she feels her groggy and grumpy mood lift a bit simply at the sight of you. if she were to be honest, you are something she looks forward to seeing in her day. why haven’t you gone home yet, sweetheart?” she questions, her voice laced with a touch of concern, and her eyebrows pinched with worry.

“i thought i would clean up a bit. i figured you’d be tired,” you shrug, heading back to the kitchen where you finished loading the dishwasher. obviously, you wouldn’t leave her house a mess. it’s part of your responsibility as a babysitter to clean up after, even though she said she doesn’t mind doing it herself, you also just wanted to stay and see her before you go home. “i made dinner, if your hungry,” you motioned to the stovetop.

her expression softens immediately into that look she always seems to have around you. “you really didn’t have too…” cassie hums, approaching slowly, almost shark like, before leaning her hip against the counter next to you and crossing her arms over her chest, and something else twinkles in her eyes for just a second. “you’re too good to me,” she pulls you into a hug and retreats to her room to get out of the scrubs she’s been in since the ass crack of dawn.

you figured you should go home, i mean, you already overstayed your visit. she emerges from her bedroom in a loose t-shirt and pajama shorts, catching your attention. “i’m gonna head out now, i’ll see you next week,” you fix yourself to put on your shoes, and suddenly her presence feels so… present.

“c’mon, stay for dinner,” she requests, a guiding hand on your shoulder. she knew you’d end up staying if she asked, that’s why she did it. she also knows you tend to skip dinner, and sometimes lunch, so this is also good for you.

“i really shouldn’t, cassie,” you insist, though you’re already walking with her towards the kitchen. you wouldn’t turn down dinner with cassie ever. and even if you had to, you probably wouldn’t. “i’ve already overstayed my visit, it’s really no worries-”

“it’s my pleasure, darling. i promise i don’t mind,” she reassures as she plates your food same as she does harrison’s. she gets some food of her own before the two of you shuffle on into the living room. she sits herself on the center cushion of the couch, pulling a blanket over her shoulders, and she notices you sitting so far from her. “you’re so far, come in closer,” she opens her arm with the blanket and motions you over with a slight smirk.

you’ve been close to cassie before, but this just feels ten times more intimate. with the slightest bit of hesitation, you move in closer, your thigh smushing against hers, and everything feels so warm and too close. you try your best to pretend like your heart isn’t banging against your ribcage like a beast ready to be released, but damn her for being so perceptive. she keeps staring at you with that warm look you can no longer ignore. “what?” you ask, a shy smile playing upon your lips. you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

“you’re really pretty. did you know that?” she confesses after a beat, her beautiful blue orbs taking in every feature on your face, and spending extra time on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. she’s rarely this forward with anyone she has interest in, so she kind of shocked herself with this sudden boldness.

your brain short circuits at a sudden compliment. cassie has complimented you before, saying that your outfit was nice, or that she liked the way you did your hair, but this one felt different. more… sincere and deep as a regular one. “o-oh, thank you, cassie,” you stammer as you tuck your hair behind your ear—something you always do when you get shy or nervous, which in this case, you are both.

you both stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until cassie speak, her voice soft, “i’m going to try something, alright? just… tell me if you want me to stop.”

fuck. i know this isn’t happening right now. like, for real, you think to yourself. you have had wet dreams about cassie, but you never thought any of it would come true!

she hesitates for a moment before her warm hand reaches for the side of your face, and she pulls you in for a kiss. it’s slow and hesitant at first, because she is giving you and chance to opt out, but you don’t. you kiss her back, your hand resting on her wrist. she pulls away slightly, your breaths mingling as she searches in your eyes for any hesitation or regret, and finds none. this time, you take the initiative and press your lips upon hers hard. you rise above her and your hands hold onto her shoulders for stability—also just to touch her—and her hands slither around your waist, grounding you.

you shuffle over, moving your knees to either side of her thighs and speak between kisses, “we—kiss!—shouldn’t be—smooch!—doing this, cass…” your protest came out weak not only because of you not wanting to stop, but also because you are the one kissing her senseless!

“but i have a feeling that you don’t wanna stop…” she chuckles softly, her cheeks growing the slightest hint of pink. she moves one hand down to your hip, her grip becoming more firm as she pulls you down onto her lap, kissing you again, but more gentle this time.

her actions pull a soft whimper from your throat as you melt into the kiss. your hands cradle her face and your fingers twirl and fiddle with the brunette hairs on the nape of her neck. you slowly grind your hips against her lap, earning a warm chuckle from cassie. she removes her lips from yours, a filthy string of saliva between the two of you. she moved to kiss the corner of your mouth, along your jaw, that sensitive spot behind your ear, and finally down your neck with a newfound fervor. she leaves little bites and immediately soothes it with her tongue and a softer kiss. “can i take this off of you?” she asks, already tugging at your tank top, hunger evident in her eyes.

“yes,” you quickly nod and she’s already pulling it up your stomach. “please, cassie,” you breathe out after a beat as your shirt comes completely off and gets tossed somewhere in the background. somewhere between her practically tearing your tank off and tangled limbs, you managed to remove her shirt, tossing it somewhere on the couch.

cassie’s hands are splayed over your waist and ribcage, and she just admires the beauty before her: your hardened nipples beneath the lace bra you wore just for her, your gorgeous face holding a desperate expression, and the grind of your hips. what did i do to deserve this? she thinks to herself. not sparing another moment, she latches her mouth onto your breast, humming in contempt. her hands move from your waist to your back to unclasp your bra with deft fingers.

you gasp at the breeze of cold air on your chest, but she wastes no time and dives back in. you continue to rock your hips as she sucks on your nipple and gently nibbles around them, leaving marks in her wake. your breathing picks up as she continues her antics on the other breast, your hips picking up their pace. you have hooked up with me before, yes, but damn does this feel different.

“someone’s getting needy, aren’t they?” she teases, letting go of you breast with a pop! you guys were at the point of no return. “let’s do something about that…” she suggests, her voice raspier due to need. she leads you to her bedroom, setting you on the bed, kissing you once again. your hands rest upon her shoulders and you let her take control. she unties your sweats and discards them, carelessly tossing them on the floor. when she finally pulls away from your lips, he sits back on her heels and admires the wet patch left on your panties, “this all for me?”

you would be feeling humiliated if you weren’t so turned on right now. your hands fly to your face and your legs squirm close with slight embarrassment. you are never usually this shy, but it’s the fact that it is cassie doing this to you, and that this is something that shouldn’t be happening in any universe.

“c’mon… don’t hide from me, baby,” she coos as she gently moves your hands from your face and spreads your thighs apart. her hands palm the plush skin of your thighs, her touch warm and not yet reaching where you want, no, need her most. you let out a whimper of impatience and she only shakes her head with a teasing smile. “i’ll get to you soon, i just wanna look at you,” she then hooks her fingers and pulls down your panties, admiring the string of wetness that stretches between your warmth and the cloth. you are embarrassly wet just for her. once discarded, she kisses up your thighs, sucking marks on your soft skin and massaging near your cunt.

“please, cass…” you beg quietly, hands making their way into her hair. you gently redirect her to where you want her, and she happily accepts. she plants a soft kiss at the top of your mound before licking a slow stripe from your warm hole to your throbbing clit, earning a soft mewl from you.

“just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” she interlocks her hand with yours and gives you a squeeze of reassurance before diving straight into your core. her mouth latches around your clit, sucking momentarily before flicking her tongue over the needy bud.

for someone who claims their sex life was practically dead, she sure eats you out like it’s something she does often. you grind yourself against her mouth, already wanting more though it’s only really started. you moan softly against your hand, concealing your own sounds of satisfaction. this feels all too good for something that shouldn’t be happening, you thought, but you were soon pulled from your thoughts from the sudden increase in speed as she makes out with your cunt.

“harrison’s not here, sweetheart,” she murmurs against your heat, her free hand moving to push your thigh upwards, opening you up more for her. “you can be as loud as you want,” cassie encourages, easing her pointer and index finger into your warm, wet hole, making your back bow off the bed, and let out a string of praises and whines.

her fingers scissor inside your gummy walls, quickly finding that spot that makes you gasp. you keen at the double stimulation, the knot in your stomach tightening with each pump of her fingers, “fuck, cassie.” you gaze shifts to the working women beneath you and you’re getting even more turned on at the sight, clenching around her digits. “just like that, don’t stop, please don’t,” your breathing picks up and so does she. her fingers move at an erratic rate as she laps over your pussy with a newfound hunger and passion. your leg hooks over her shoulder as your heel presses against her upper back and your hand holds her head in place to prevent her from moving away.

“that’s it… you’re doing so good,” she hums, the vibration making your legs twitch. as a woman herself, and as a woman who has been, or rather hooked up with women before, can sense that you are close to the edge, so she doubles down on her efforts, curling her fingers in a come-hither motion. “you taste amazing, baby,” her praises only egg you on.

your hips frantically grind against her as you chase your release. curses spill from your lips as you feel that familiar tight feeling in your belly. “oh my gosh, i’m so close, fuck!” your whines and grow louder and in abundance, back bowing off the bed as you did anything to just get that heavenly feeling of relief.

“c’mon, cum for me,” she breaths, and one, two, three curls of her fingers later, you’re cumming all over them. your thighs quake, you moan loud enough for neighbors to be concerned, and your grip on her hair pulls a groan from her throat. “that’s right… let go for me,” she whispers. cassie chuckles softly as she continues carrying you through your orgasm that you felt slither through your spine and rearrange all your nerves. she doesn’t slow nor stop her efforts until a warm, clear gush dispenses from your pussy does she move to a more sensual rhythm, “good girl…” she slurps up every last drop of your release before rising from your core with a dazed smile.

she lays one last tender kiss upon your swollen clit before leaving more affectionate ones on your thighs, up your abdomen, along your sternum, and a cheeky one on your breast. the sight of the lower half of your face being covered in your slick was enough to make you clench on nothing. she pulls you into a slow, sensual kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

“for someone who claims they’re innocent, you sure did a lot of cursing there,” she teases, kissing you again as the two of you laughed. she pulls you over on top of her, allowing you guys to catch your breaths.

“you do something to me, cassie…” you smile, your voice now raw and husky from all the moaning you did, way different from your usual soft and sweet tone.

the night ended with her cleaning you off, actually finishing the dinner, and happily falling asleep on the couch, all tangled up together. i guess the next time harrison is out is the time you’ll return the favor…