lilah

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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…”

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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.

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

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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!

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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.

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

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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.

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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

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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…

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why am i writing fanfic instead of studying for my ap exam🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ im acc so cooked… anyways, cassie mckay fic coming soon☺️☺️☺️!!!!!!

edit: THE FIC IS OUT⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

[yvsapl]

smoke sesh with santos

trinity santos x doctor!reader

wc: 775

warnings: smoking (weed)

a/n: i don’t smoke (mitski ref🥹…), so like mb if this is like extremely vague…

you and trinity are two peas in a freaking pod. if someone saw you, then they would also see her. you guys are practically joined at the hip. with you two being so close, you’d often hang out at her place after long, difficult shifts when you didn’t want to go home.

from time to time, you would be around while she smokes out on the balcony (doctors make the worst patients, huh). you pushed her out there despite it being her place of living. you hate the smell, how it sticks to everything, makes your throat so try and slightly hard to breathe. yet, you can’t help to be curious on what it’s like to smoke. you have been a goody-two-shoes your whole life: never smoking, didn’t drink until you were 23, never done drugs unless prescribed, and you are a strict rule follower. your logic was if it could get cancer from it, why consume it? and it felt especially wrong now that you’re an active doctor.

after exactly three weeks of thinking you decided that tonight would be the night to try. i mean, what better day than a friday night under the supervision of your best friend, trinity. you tip toe towards the balcony, the glass door slightly ajar and the screen completely closed. you hesitate, rethinking your decision before speaking up in an oh, so cowardly voice, “hey, trinity?

she turns at the soft tone of your voice, observing your nervous demeanor: your form leaning against the frame, fingers picking at your nails, and furrowed brows. she stares at you for a moment too long that entirely shakes your nerves, “what’s up, girly?” she questioned, red, tired looking eyes, focused on you. seeing your clear reluctance and eyes flickering to her blunt in hand, she asks “wanna try?” like it’s the most casual thing ever.

you stammer over nothing as your face heats up, “i mean, if that’s cool with you, obviously.” gosh, you sound like such a nerd! but hey, at least you had the courage to ask.

“man, you sound just like victoria,” she laughs softly, the drug making her loose. she waves you over, and that, you don’t hesitate to do. the air is warm and there is a slight breeze, perfect weather honestly. after letting you get situated, she examines your face for a moment. “i’m glad that you’re doing this with me, really,” she nudges your shoulder with hers, her teasing demeanor softening a bit.

you huff out a soft laugh, leaning back into her touch. your eyes flicker between her and the blunt, sort of waiting. i mean, you have never done this stuff before. honestly, you felt a little dumb not knowing how to smoke. everyone around you, surprisingly in med school, knew how, dana knows, trinity knows, and soon you.

the awkward silence sinks in before trinity remembers her mission, “oh, right,” she laughs softly, turning her body towards you. “so, since you’re new to this, imma need you to relax for me, ‘kay?” she spoke in that warm and careful tone, often reserved for when she’s intensely focused or simply just for you. you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

scooting closer to her, you rest your elbow up next to her shoulder on the cute little bench she has outside. you are still nervous, but you try making it by trying to look confident. she explains the basic how-to’s and stresses that you must relax.

holding the blunt to your mouth and her pinkie on you chin to stabilize the rest of her hand. while gently pressing it to your lips, you take a breath, inhale softly, hold it for 2 counts before letting it flow out of your mouth and drift into the night sky. wow, i feel like such a rebel, you thought. turning to trinity, she stares with a slightly amused expression, “you sure you have never done this before?” she takes a puff herself, surprised by how easily you did it despite it being your first time.

“you know me, i’m a fast learner,” you shrug, pulling your legs up to your chest. it felt kind of icky in your throat, but it wasn’t that bad…

for the rest of the night, you stayed under the starry sky with trinity, passing the blunt back and forth under a too small blanket that you two shared anyways, laughing about old memories, and complaining about coworkers. who knew that this could be so fun?

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parking lot feud - part 1

michael “robby” robinavitch x doctor!reader

wc: 1.3k

warnings: slight angst, maybe ooc robby

dr. robby robinavitch, the chief attending physician at what he calls the pitt. now, you would say that you don’t have a problem with him, but that would be if he didn’t seem to hold a vendetta against you. it began when you started interning at the ptmc as a med student two and a half years ago, and he just decided he had an issue with lil ‘ol you. dana told you that it’ll just take a minute for him to warm up to you, but, man, has it been a hot minute.

today, absolutely nothing was going your way. first, your phone decided today was the day your alarms would be silent, you spilled piping hot tea all over yourself, and just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, your fucking handle bar ripped off the passenger side. how the hell does that even happen? you’re just glad it’s not the drivers side, otherwise that would’ve been your 13’th reason.

pulling into the employee parking lot, you prayed that no one would actually tick you off. awkwardly and uncomfortably, reach over the center console and push the passenger door open with a grunt. slinging your bag over your shoulder, you’re first met with dana. she’s one of your favorite people here, comforting you when you worried your little head off thinking that robby hated you. “morning, dana,” you smile, pulling her into a side hug.

“what’s up, buttercup?” she returns the smile, sliding off her signature sunglasses. the ones that look like they belong to a motorcyclist. she keeps everything up and running, and every one in place. she’ll absolutely check you if needed. “‘fore i forget, robby might need a word with you sometime today,” she mutters, the slightest smirk playing along her lips. it’s great that dana’s always looking out for you, especially when it comes to robby.

almost like a cursed spirit, robby makes his grand appearance with the call of your name, “can we talk quick?” the sound of his voice, stops you in your tracks, earning you a chuckle from dana. you sigh, roll your shoulders before reluctantly walking in his direction as slow as you possibly can. he drags his hands over his face like the tired old man he is; it’s almost like he’s the one dreading the conversation. “what’s going on, y/n?” woah, he never calls you that. his voice holds the previous night's sleepiness and the dread he just naturally holds.

“well, people are waiting in triage. i’m gonna need you to be a bit more specific, dr. robinavitch,” you quip, narrowing your eyes slightly, arms crossing over your chest.

he lets out a big sigh like a father of four would, already tired with you. he pulls his lips in a tight line before speaking, “i mean, what’s going on with your incomplete charting? patient satisfaction scores?”

“i’m working on my charting and-” you attempted to state before you’re abruptly cut off. rude much.

“are you though?” he asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question. robby has been on about you finishing up for charts, and really, you have been trying to get them done, but patients keep coming in which means more charts on top of the ones that aren’t even finished. “‘cause from what i’m seeing, you’re not,” he states in a way that makes him sound like a chastising father.

“i’m working on it, but someone keeps assigning me patients like everyone else isn’t just as capable,” you rebut, your shoulders rising from tension and rising irritation. it’s frustrating that he can’t trust you and give you some time to meet his expectations.

he stares at you for a moment, almost like he’s expecting more. “are you able to muster up another excuse on why your patient satisfaction score is low, too?” he pressed, narrowing his eyes a bit, and crossing his arms over his chest like he always does. he goes from heel to toe, heal toe, waiting for your answer.

“i’m here to help patients, that’s my job, and i do it pretty damn well if you ask anyone. i’m not here to form bonds,” you retort, though his disapproving stare snatches the bit of confidence you hold in just a few seconds. “i am trying, robby. you know i am,” your voice loses a bit of its confidence following his stare. you are trying, really. there’s just so much you can do with life and work. normally, you’d stand up for yourself like you always do, but you can’t find yourself strong enough to stand up to robby. gosh, you just wish dana was here to get you out of this. “i just-” you huff, trying to reset your attitude. “give me some more time and-”

“enough. i don’t want to hear it,” he interjects, holding his hand up with annoyance clear on his face. “maybe you’re not trying hard enough,” he mutters underneath his breath. with that, he walks past you, almost shoulder checking you, earning him a scoff from you.

is this really how he wants to start his morning? he doesn’t get far before you catch up, planting yourself in front of him. “seriously, what the hell is your issue with me, robby?” irritation evident in your voice now. you waited two and a half years to finally ask this question, and you sure as hell want an answer now. your eyebrows furrow in frustration as you look up at him despite the sun practically blinding you. “the moment i stepped foot in here, you just decided you’ll have something against me, and for what?” your voice is raising now, not caring for the few employees whose eyes linger on the two of you.

“i’m not doing this today, nope,” he says with a heavy sigh as he decides right then in there. you almost felt like an outsider in your own conversation. he attempts to excuse himself from the conversation, but you stop him once again.

“you don’t get to just walk away from much needed conversation,” you huff out a laugh that stems from pure frustration. never would you thought that you’d be in an actual argument with him. everything was always “yes robby,” or “okay robby,” and “i’ll get it done, robby," with rolled eyes behind his back and the occasional bite back. “since you seem to have such a problem with me-”

“because you, dr. y/l/n, are a little piece of shit,” he hissed through his teeth, pointing at you like his finger will transfer all his negative energy into you. “you go around, prancing around the er, acting like you know it all, but news flash, you don’t,” he snapped, voice raising in a way you’ve never heard before.

his words struck you like a bullet to the heart, leaving you frozen and speechless. is that really how he feels about you? he breathes heavy from the slight release of pent up anger before continuing, “you make bad decision after bad decision, arguing digagoneses and theories, you just always have to be right, do you?” he scolded.

your eyebrows fell into a softer furrow of frustration and the heavy feeling of disappointment and pain. you swallow back the lump in your throat and stop the tears from welling in your eyes. the person you’re supposed to look up to most in the hospital treats you like you’ve slaughtered his whole family, and you are supposed to continue working like this?

“i’m done here, and i’m sure you are too,” his voice low and unforgiving, sounding like how your father would after scolding you. “now, go ahead and clock in. you still got work to do.”

your feet feel sealed to the ground, your body heavy with anger, disappointment, disbelief, and your feeling upset and now the most insecure you’ve ever felt in your life in a workplace. you are unable to move, even as you told yourself to. this is all too much for your soul to handle at 7 a.m on a monday. lord, have mercy on your soul.

pt. 2???