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rules + info;

-> gender neutral reader! Though AFAB, there will usually be undertones of a transmasc reader or just more masculine in general

-> smut, fluff, angst, aus, hcs, blurb, etc!

-> no: dub/non con, age regression | there's probably others, but you can send in a ask before requesting and I can let you know if it's something I'd write! :)

-> I will write g!p but only g!p reader and very rarely! :)

-> 18+ only for smut fics! minors, please dni with those

who I write for;

yellowjackets (nothing nsfw unless it's the adult version of the characters);

• lottie matthews | taissa turner | van palmer | natalie scatorccio | mari ibarra | jackie taylor

the pitt;

• trinity santos | samira mohan | mel king | victoria javadi | cassie mckay | heather collins | dana evans | yolanda garcia | emery walsh | parker ellis | baran al-hashimi | joy kwon | emma nolan

others;

isadora capri | tara carpenter | alicent hightower | glinda upland | victoria neuman | marie moreau | francesca bridgerton | eloise bridgerton | gigi ghorbani | dani núñez

✮ Trinity Santos

→ Trinity huffs and puffs until you give her what she wants/needs. Lots of drawn out 'babe's' are thrown your way as she hovers near you, waiting for you to give in. The moment you do though, she's smug about how easily you gave in.

✮ Samira Mohan

→ Samira gets pouty and whiny. She'll wait for you to notice rather than coming to you herself and being direct. She may really want your attention, but she doesn't want to get in your way if your doing something.

✮ Victoria Javadi

→ She's also someone who pouts to get your attention. Will jokingly say things like "Oh, so you hate me" when you tell her your busy or you can't give her what she wants at that moment. Victoria will tease you the moment you give in, even if it wasn't right away.

✮ Mel King

→ Mel doesn't come to you; you notice how she hovers and constantly throws looks in your direction. Mel is immediately grateful whenever you approach her, seeing as she typically needs your attention the most when she's overstimulated.

✮ Cassie McKay

→ Cassie practically becomes your shadow until you finally ask her what's up. After that, she'll cling to you, especially if you're at home. She finds comfort and the most loved when she as close as possible to you.

✮ Dana Evans

→ Dana gets a little snappy because she is typically overwhelmed. It's how you know she needs you, mainly to distract her and calm her down. You're the only person she'll let get that close when she's that overwhelmed and she's glad you're able to read so easily to know that's what she needs.

✮ Heather Collins

→ She can't let go of you. Heather keeps her hand locked with yours or her hand wrapped around your wrist to keep the contact lasting until she gets your attention. All she has to do is give you a small pout and tug on your hand and you both know she's won.

✮ Yolanda Garcia

→ Yolanda gets very needy when she's had a rough day at work. She'll immediately pull you to the couch to 'cuddle' the moment you get home. Things normally take a heated turn after a moment because of how pent up she is from work.

✮ Parker Ellis

→ Parker is more chill even if she's been in a stressful environment all day at work. She can be very direct and will tell you what she needs from you in order to relax once the two of you are back home.

✮ Emery Walsh

→ Emery can be very needy so often and when she is, she's handsy and teasing. Lots of little comments are thrown your way in hopes of getting your attention. Things usually take a turn in her favor when you finally give her your undivided attention.

✮ Baran Al-Hashimi

→ She gets even more touchy with you. Baran normally has a hand on you in some capacity, but when she's needy, she's practically attached to your hip. Baran will have her arms arms your body, pouting at you until you give her your undivided attention.

✮ Joy Kwon

→ Joy is very direct with what she wants when she needs you. She'll just ask for attention when she can. There are times at work when she can't be as direct right away, but the moment she can, Joy is right by your side, telling you what she needs from you.

✮ Emma Nolan

✮ Baran Al-Hashimi… who hasn’t slept with anyone since her divorce. Baran, who is immediately drawn to you and finds herself thinking of you often. She didn’t plan on anything happening but then she finds herself in your apartment after a shift. Baran, who lets herself enjoy every moment of you taking care of her needs since it's been so long since she’s let someone in. 

✮ Trinity Santos…can be loud. Trinity’s loud regardless if she’s giving or receiving. She could have her head between your legs, eating you out like she's starved and she’s almost louder than you. Trinity tries to be quiet but when you’re making her feel so good, she can’t help herself. Her moaning in between your legs always adds to the pleasure she’s giving you, the way it vibrates through you.

✮ Samira Mohan… is very handsy. She needs to be touching you at all times and gets a little bratty when she can’t. In the bedroom, Samira loves to leave evidence of your night together all over your back. Samira scratches up your back so much because she just feels so good. Samira also loves to clean you up after and tend to the scratches she left. 

✮ Yolanda Garcia… can be very submissive at times. Most of the time, she’s in control but on a few occasions she’s the one begging. Yolanda will only ever beg with you, especially if she had a particular hard day. She’ll whine and whimper the whole time, willing you to fuck her harder and deeper. 

✮ Parker Ellis… who loves to watch you. Parker loves to lie back and let you get yourself off on her strap or her thigh. She’ll have her hands lightly gripping your hips to keep you going, whispering a soft “keep going, baby.” Parker loves to watch the pleasure on your face, the way your jaw goes slack and your eyes flutter shut right before you’re pushed over the edge. 

✮ Emery Walsh… who loves to tease. She’ll tease you often at work but at home, in the bedroom, she’s relentless. Emery will be mid thrust and tease you about how needy you are and how much of a mess you’re making all over her strap. You’re in a bliss each and every time and can barely get anything out that's not a moan.

✮ Victoria Javadi… who was so eager during her first. She has her hands all over you, pulling you in closer and stripping you of your clothes. Victoria, who is way more desperate than she realizes. The moment she’s laid out on your bed, she's whining and begging. She didn’t have big expectations based on the things she heard from her friends but you have her seeing stars.

✮ Cassie McKay… who can’t get enough of you. She wants to spend all of her time with you, making you feel so good. Cassie is always so tempted to pull you into an empty room at work, just to bury her head between your legs to hear you whimper while trying to stay quiet.

✮ Mel King… loves leaving hickeys all over your body, mainly in places people can’t see. She gets off on the fact that she’s the only person who knows that your thighs are covered. Or, the fact that just below your scrub top, your chest and stomach are marked with new and old hickeys. Mel never lets old ones fade before she’s adding new ones.

✮ Dana Evans… is very possessive over you. She’ll try to focus on her job but she can’t help but grit her teeth when she sees someone flirting with you. Later, when you’re home, Dana is unrelenting in her little comments and asking if you're hers. She always leaves you with a little limp the next morning and will smirk when someone asks what happened.

✮ Heather Collins… has a thing for your hands. She finds herself staring at them at the worst times. You could be mid operating and there will be a passing thought of the night before and how you made her cum many times. She has to resist the urge to pull you into an empty bathroom and have you recreate the things you did. 

✮ Joy Kwon… is really good at multitasking. She’s gotten really good at playing a game with one hand while the other is drilling into you. Sometimes it’s her that initiates it. She says it brings her good luck having you sit on her lap while she fingers you. Joy will say hearing you moan against her neck drives her do well in her game. 

✮ The first time you almost kiss, it’s after Baran overhears you defending her to Langdon.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled. 

Baran pulled you to a quiet hallway, her eyes darting across your face. You stood in front of her wearing a small scowl, your irritation from Langdon still lingering. 

“I know you don’t need me to defend you,” you started, arms crossing as you spoke. “But, I had to say something. He doesn’t get to talk shit just because.”

Baran noticed your tensed jaw and how your voice grew rougher as you spoke. She wasn’t sure what it was about this particular moment that things clicked for her. The two of you have grown closer since her first shift and she tried to tell herself it was just because you had similar ideas. But, having you in front of her, pissed off on her behalf changed everything for her. 

“You’re right,” she nodded. She fought the urge to take a few steps toward you. “But I appreciate it,” she finished with a small smile. 

Her eyes dropped to your lips briefly and if you noticed, you didn’t show it. The last thing Baran needed was a crush on a coworker but here she was, imagining what it would be like to kiss you in the middle of a crowded ER. 

✮ The second almost kiss came two weeks later when you brought her tea. 

You found her leaning against an empty section of one of the nurses’ stations when you came into work. You had two cups of tea she mentioned liking from a local café. “Good morning,” you mumbled, voice quiet so as to not scare her. 

Baran lifted her head from the iPad she was reading at the sound of your voice. You sat one of the cups next to her hand, grinning at her the whole time. “What’s this?” she let out a small laugh as she moved her hand to the warm cup.

“You mentioned a few days ago that you liked this tea and I saw it at the café I stop at for breakfast,” you shrug. (You were lying; you’d spent a few days looking up menus to local places you’d never even heard of before to see which might have this particular flavor of tea.) 

Baran tried at first to hide her smile but gave in as she brought the cup to her mouth for a sip. She let out a small hum as the warm tea warmed her throat. 

“Thank you,” she mumbled, her eyes locked with yours. 

She took a small step toward you and leaned in to place a quick kiss to your cheek. Her lips were just close enough to the corner of your mouth that you had to take a deep breath. Baran pulled back, her eyes searching yours to see if you were okay with it. You didn’t get the chance to say anything before you were both being pulled into a trauma. 

✮ Three days later, the third almost kiss happened in the break room. 

Baran laughed at the (terrible) joke you’d just finished telling. It was a slow day in the ER, one that let you actually enjoy a lunch break without worrying about having to stop mid eating. You were the only two in there, many others having taken their lunch elsewhere (mostly outside to get out of the ER). 

“I’m just saying, I could’ve been a comedian if I didn’t want to be a doctor,” you shrugged with a laugh. 

Baran shook her head and let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t doubt it,” she replied. 

You rambled some more, going on about other jokes you knew and how some were really funny. Baran sighed quietly as she watched you gesture with your hands, her eyes shining. She was sure if someone were to take a picture of her right now, she’d look like the emoji with heart eyes. 

“Are you listening?” you laughed lowly before taking a bite of your food. 

“Of course,” she replied quickly. 

She was telling the truth, but part of her was too busy once again thinking about what it would be like to kiss you. She went to repeat what you had just said when she could hear the red phone in the middle of the ER ring. 

“Too good to be true,” she laughed. She turned to you quickly and gave you a kiss on the cheek, similar to a few days ago when you brought her tea. “I’ll see you out there.” 

You watched her leave, her lips lingering on your skin once again. Part of you wished she’d just give in and plant her lips on your mouth rather than continuing to kiss your cheek. 

✮ A week later, she almost does in the middle of the locker area. 

“Why have you been questioning everything I’ve asked of you today?” she huffed, her eyes locked on your back. 

You were standing at your locker, the metal door opened as you pulled out more comfortable clothes. You let out a small huff of air and shook your head. 

“I wasn’t,” you grumbled, refusing to meet her eye. 

You’ve been pent up lately and it didn’t help that that woman who was the cause of it was on your case all day. You couldn’t tell her that though, you didn’t want to risk messing up the relationship you’d built so far. 

She scoffed behind you but didn’t say anything, too distracted when you took your scrub top off. Baran licked her lips and tried to force her attention elsewhere but failed. You turned slightly to face her when she went quiet, thinking she had walked away. You noticed the way her eyes darkened and you felt your breath hitch slightly. 

Neither of you said anything for a few moments, too worried about breaking the tension around you. It was broken for you when a loud noise from something falling caused you both to jump slightly. Baran gave you one last look, one that said she was debating on if she wanted to close the small gap between or walk away. She went with the latter, she didn’t want your potential first kiss to happen when you were arguing. 

✮ One week later, she loses a patient and you’re there to help calm her down. 

Baran’s hands gripped the sink in the bathroom tightly, her knuckles white from how hard she was holding on. You were standing a respectful distance away, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore than she was. 

“Baran?” you mumbled, your hands flexing by your sides as you fought with yourself to reach out for her. 

She sniffled and licked her lips, tasting the salt from her tears. “I just need a moment,” she mumbled, her voice a little hoarse. 

You nodded and after a moment she cleared her throat. She stood up straighter, lifting her head and met your eyes through the mirror in front of her. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear stained. Your heart broke at the sight and you gave in as you took a few small steps toward her. 

Your arms wrapped around her waist after she turned to face you, pulling her into a tight hug. Her arms went to wrap around your shoulders, her fingers gripping your scrub tight to ground herself. You held her tight for another silent moment before pulling back slightly so you could look at her face. 

“Are you okay?” your voice was soft and comforting when you spoke again. 

Baran blinked a few times to clear the tears from her eyes before nodding. This was the closest the two of you have ever been and it was comforting and distracting at the same time. Baran’s eyes dropped to your lips before clearing her throat and letting go. You let her pull away, your eyes lingering on her lips as she wiped away the tears from her cheeks. 

✮ When you finally kissed, it was in the early morning after she called you to stay with her son. 

You hummed at the stove as you cooked, having found breakfast ingredients just a few moments ago. Baran had her kitchen organized (to no one’s surprise) so finding everything you needed was hassle free. You checked the time on the stove once more, shift change had happened ten minutes ago so you knew Baran would be home any moment. 

She had called you at eleven last night, out of options to watch her son when she got called in to cover for Abbot. You had quickly agreed, you wouldn’t have to do much considering the time and the fact that her son was already in bed. Baran didn’t have time to properly thank you once you showed up to her house but you knew it meant a lot to her. 

Even though you had the day off today, you had woken up at your normal time so you would get out of sync with your sleep schedule. You kept yourself busy for a little bit before the idea of cooking breakfast for Baran and her son popped into your head, 

You heard a car door shut just as you finished, mentally high-fiving yourself for your good timing. You hummed softly to yourself as you waited in the kitchen; Baran took her time slipping off her shoes and tossing her bag to the floor before she followed the scent of food to the kitchen. 

“Good morning!” you beamed, though with a soft voice. “I made breakfast. I figured you probably haven’t had much to eat since last night and I wanna make sure you eat,” you shrugged as you plated the food you had made. 

You sat the plate on the counter and smiled at Baran who was still standing in the archway of the kitchen. You gave her a look with a raised brow but before you could ask if she was okay, she crossed the room toward you. Her arms wrapped around your neck as she pulled you into a kiss. 

Your arms quickly wrapped around her waist, holding her close to you as your lips moved against hers. The kiss was slow and sweet, both of you not wanting to rush it after weeks of it not happening. After a few moments, Baran pulled back. Her eyes were a little misty as she bit her bottom lip. 

✮ With her busy day shift, she hasn't been able to take her son to practice yet. But, on her first day off she's there, ready to make a good impression with the coach and the other parents that she hasn't had the chance to meet yet. Her son had been talking non stop about you since his first practice so Baran was a little excited to meet you; to see if you lived up to the expectations her son had set for you.

✮ What she didn't expect was to find herself immediately attracted to you. She tried to tell herself it was because she hadn't been with anyone since her divorce and you were great with her son and his teammates. She spent the whole practice eyeing you through the sunglasses she had on, letting her eyes linger over your defined muscles. 

✮ You'd introduced yourself after practice; her son had made a comment about how she'd come today because she was off work and you wanted to be in good standing with all the parents. You had let her son pull you toward her after you called practice, a smile gracing your lips that had Baran swooning. She all but stuttered through introducing herself and complimenting you on how well you dealt with a lot of young kids all at once. 

✮ Baran tried to keep you out of her head after that day. Part of her felt a little ridiculous having a crush on her son's coach, who was at least 15 years younger than her. But, she reasoned with herself and said it's just because you're attractive and she was simply acknowledging that. But then she had a not so family friendly dream about you that made it hard to ignore everything about you. 

✮ The next few practices and games she attended, she hardly spoke to you. Baran wouldn’t even meet your eyes if you looked at her, she could feel her body flush each and every time. You’d tried to talk to her, to ask if everything was okay but Baran only gave you short answers. 

✮ Things didn’t change until she went out one evening with a few co-workers to a bar across from the hospital. You showed up shortly after and Baran froze when she eventually noticed you at the bar. She felt a bit braver with a little bit of alcohol in her system and gave in to the want she had for you. 

✮ There was a brief greeting before she was inviting you back to her place, telling you that her ex husband had their son for the weekend and she wanted you to come home with her. In the back of an uber, Baran’s hands were all over you while also trying to be mindful of the fact that you weren’t alone. She tried to tell herself this was just going to be a one time thing to get all these thoughts out of her head. 

✮ Except, having sex with you made all the thoughts in her head worse. She had visuals that were real to think about and they were stuck on a loop no matter what she was doing. At the worst times possible, all she could think about was you between her legs or the way your back flexed each time you thrusted into her. 

You hummed softly to yourself as you made your way to the nurses’ desk in the middle of the ER. You smiled when your eyes landed on Baran leaning against the counter as she looked over a patient’s chart on an iPad. 

“You come here often?” you joke as you lean next to her. 

Baran laughed at your comment before turning her attention toward you. “Unfortunately,” she sighed with a small smile. 

You let out a small breathy laugh before sliding ever so closer to her. “How’s your morning, my love?” you hum, moving your hand to toy with the cuff of her jacket. 

“I’m not answering that. I don’t want to jinx anything,” she said as she shook her head slightly. 

You chuckled and nodded. “Fair enough,” you grin. 

Before either of you could say anything else, Dana’s voice joined the conversation. “I don’t mean to interrupt, love birds. But, there’s an incoming trauma coming in two minutes.” 

You let out a small groan as you pushed yourself off the counter. Baran mumbled a soft ‘told you so’ before she was reaching for a pair of gloves. You did the same and called for Santos and Javadi to scrub in with you. Two minutes later, EMTs were rushing in a young man who had crashed his car due to the bad storm that was happening. 

It had been raining since midnight and had only gotten rougher since. You were hoping that by the time your shift ended, it would have let up slightly but you were sure that wouldn’t be the case. You were also sure that this wouldn’t be your only rain related patient today. 

You all worked as quickly as you could to attend to the injuries the man had suffered because of the crash. After some time you were able to get him stable enough to be sent upstairs to the OR for surgery. You let out a small breath of air as the young man was wheeled through the back doors toward the elevator. 

“Good work,” Baran smiled at you as she pulled her gloves and gown off to dispose of them. 

You smiled back at her before you ducked your head to rid yourself of your gloves and gown as well. It’s been a month and a half since Baran started working in the pitt and three weeks since you two started seeing each other seriously. Despite hearing her praise often, both at work and away from the hospital, it always affected you. She tries to keep it to a minimum while working, to keep things professional but her need to praise you always gets the best of her sometimes. 

After that patient, the day seemed to get even more chaotic as more patients were brought in because of injuries relating to the storm. For a moment, it seemed as though the storm was situated right above the hospital with how loud the rain and thunder were. There was a brief moment where the power flickered a few times before going back to normal. 

By the time you were both free to leave, you were ready to get away from the hospital. It had been a long shift filled to the brim with patients. You waited for Baran by the elevator, sighing softly when she finally came into view. 

“Sorry, Abbot needed to go over something,” she huffed softly. 

“I don’t mind waiting,” you smiled. It was true, even though you were ready to get home, you’d wait as long as you needed to for her. 

Baran gave you a small smile as she laced her fingers with yours and hit the up arrow for the elevator. You could just barely hear the rain coming down from where you were standing. “When we get to the parking lot, wait under the awning and I’ll come pick you up so you don’t have to get wet,” you said just as the elevator doors opened. 

“How chivalrous," the older woman teased as she pulled you into the elevator and hit the floor that would take you to the parking lot. 

It was a decently long ride but you didn’t get very far before the lights flickered. The elevator jostled for a brief second before the lights went out and the elevator stopped moving. Emergency lights came on after a second and realization hit you. 

“Fucking great,” you huffed as you let go of the bag that was hanging from your shoulder. 

You turned your head  to face Baran, your brows furrowing at her panicked expression. “Hey,” you mumbled, turning your body. “It’s okay.” 

Baran’s breathing picked as she gave you a quick glance, her eyes wide. You reached for her hand, moving it to rest over your heart. You mumbled a soft ‘breath with me’ before taking a deep breath and exhaling. Baran did her best to copy your breathing, the technique working just a little. 

“Better?” you asked after a few minutes of deep breathing. 

Baran gave a shaky nod in response and let her body relax slightly. You let go of her wrist, thinking she’d move her hand away. Instead, she slipped it up your neck to cup your jaw and pulled you into a kiss. Your hands dropped to her hips, holding her close. 

Your lips moved against hers slowly, thinking she was doing it to control her breathing again. She pulled away slightly, her nose bumping yours. “Distract me,” she whispered. “Please,” she added after a pause.

“How?” you whispered back, your chest now heaving slightly. 

She took a step back, her back meeting the side of the elevator as she pulled you with her. Her back arched off the cold metal siding, her chest pressing against you. Baran reached for one of your hands resting on her hips and moved it to the drawstrings of her scrub pants. You got what she was meaning and gave her a look. 

“You’re sure?” you mumbled, your fingers toying with the drawstrings. 

“Please,” her voice was lower, a mix of panic and desire. 

You let you a breathy laugh before leaning in to kiss her again. This kiss was messier than the first, your teeth nipped at her bottom lip and you slipped your tongue past her parted lips. Baran moaned lowly into your mouth as your fingers untied her pants and untucked the black tank top she had been wearing under her scrubs. 

You pulled away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Baran tilted her head back against the siding of the elevator to give you more room to work with. She let out a quiet whine when you dipped your hand into her pants and past her underwear. You sucked harshly on her pulse point, pulling a louder moan from the attending just as one of your fingers slid into her. 

“Fuck,” Baran whined, her eyes falling shut as her hips jerked forward slightly. 

You smirked against her neck, your teeth nipping at her skin here and there. You set a steady pace, your finger slipping in and out of her. Baran’s hips rolled in time with your thrusts, adding to her pleasure. “A-another,” she whimpered quietly. 

You quickly complied, adding another finger and speeding up your thrusts. You pulled away from Baran’s neck, eyeing how she was biting her lip to keep her moans in. “You’re never this quiet,” you teased with a deeper thrust. 

Baran’s eyes fluttered open as a louder moan echoed off the elevator walls. You’d doubt that anyone would be able to hear her, given you're in a stuck elevator with a storm raging outside. Your gaze was hazy as you met her eyes, your fingers drilling into her as best as they could with her clothes still on. 

“You’re close, baby,” you muttered before leaning in for another kiss. 

Baran moved one of her hands to the back of your head, her hands tangling in your hair as her hips stuttered slightly. Baran whined into the kiss, a tell tale sign right before she orgasms. Her body jerked as she came, her hips still in their movements. You slowed your fingers, helping her ride out her high for a moment before she whimpered at the overstimulation. 

You freed your fingers from her and pulled them from her pants just as you pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes met as you pulled your fingers into your mouth, groaning at the taste of her on them. 

“Do you think I have time to go down on you?” you joked, though you really did mean what you asked. 

Baran went to respond, a plea on her lips for you to do it, just as the lights came back on in the elevator. The elevator jolted back to life as it continued its journey to the parking lot you were parked on. 

“Never mind,” you said with a dramatic pout. 

You leaned down to pick up both of your bags and took Baran’s hand in yours. The elevator inched closer to your desired level, the two of you riding in a tense silence.

“I know it’s storming,” she started as you finally reached your level. The doors opened to a downpour, proving her statement. You both paused under the small covered area of the parking lot as you waited for her to finish her thought. “But, I need you to get us to your place as quickly as possible.” 

You could hear the meaning in her words and let a smirk form on your lips. “Yes ma’am,” you joked as you gave her a knowing look. “Wait here,” you hummed before letting go of her hand to dart into the rain toward your car. 

✮ The first time you almost kiss, you’re getting drinks after work with some of your coworkers. 

You giggled slightly from the alcohol coursing through your body as you lean against the bar. Yolanda smiled at you, her fingers dancing along the rim of her glass as she watched you sway to the music. The two of you have found yourselves away from everyone else, much preferring the company of each other. 

“Are you having fun, Yoyo?” you smiled, eyes a little hazy. 

Yolanda nodded with a small laugh, enjoying this version of you. The two of you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for a few weeks. Neither of you knew the best way to bring it up without ruining your friendship. 

You slid closer to the surgeon, biting your bottom lip as you got closer. Yolanda stayed still, letting you dictate what happens next. You were in her personal space and she could smell the alcohol you’d been drinking. Before you could lean in further, the song in the bar changed, catching your attention. 

“I love this song!” you grinned before pulling away and making your way on the dance floor. 

Yolanda watched with a slightly shocked expression. Part of her wished she’d given in and closed the gap as she watched you walk away. 

✮ The second time you almost kiss, it's been a few weeks since the bar and you’ve just worked a shift from hell.

You’d found Yolanda sitting on a bench outside the hospital near the employee parking lot. Wordlessly, you dropped to the metal bench beside her, letting your body drift toward her. Neither of you spoke for a moment, too distracted from all you had to deal with today.

Yolanda turned her head slightly to look at you, noting the worn out expression you were wearing. “Are you okay?” her voice was softer than usual, careful not to alarm you. 

“I will be,” you mumbled back as you fiddled with your jacket. 

You turned to face her, swallowing slightly when you realized how close you were. You watched as Yolanda’s eyes dropped to your lips. You hadn’t spoken about the night at the bar, too worried it might have just been the alcohol you both consumed. You leaned in ever so slightly but was halted when Yolanda’s phone rang. 

You both pulled away as she reached for her phone to answer it. You stayed another minute while she talked to whoever had called her before the exhaustion started to seep in. You stood from the bench, giving her a small wave as you headed for your car, wishing you’d leaned in more before her phone rang.

✮ The third almost kiss happens two days later when you get into an argument. 

“Why would you at least consider it?” you huffed, arms crossed as you leaned against the stairs.

You had pulled Yolanda into the stairwell after a disagreement over the best treatment for a patient. She had barely even considered your suggestion before shutting it down, overwriting it with her own.

“It wouldn’t have worked,” she groaned, jaw tight. 

You let out a scoff mixed with a laugh as you shook your head. “Did you even think it through before you said no?” 

“Of course,” she snapped back. 

She’d taken a few steps closer to you to keep her voice down so people wouldn’t be able to hear your conversation from the ER. You two were practically pressed against each other, heavy breathing as the tension between you grew thicker. Your eyes dropped to her lips, watching as her lips morphed from a scowl to a smirk. 

You didn’t get the chance to do anything before Samira pushed open the door to the stairwell. “Incoming trauma,” she informed, not staying a moment longer to notice how close you two were. 

You sighed as you pushed yourself off the wall and headed back into the ER. You didn’t bother giving Yolanda a second glance as you walked away, too irritated to think about the fact you were close to kissing her again. 

✮ The fourth time it almost happens, you’re having lunch together on a slow day at the hospital. 

You laughed at the story Yolanda told, eyes bright as you listened to what she was saying. You let out a small noise before taking another bite of your food, too engrossed in the story to notice there was a small crumb on your lip. 

Yolanda went quiet for a moment as you giggled, her eyes lingering on your lips. She fought with herself about how to tell you or if she should remove it herself. There was a pull, forcing her to lean in slightly as she thought about kissing it away.

“What are you staring at?” you asked, smiling. 

Yolanda didn’t say anything as she reached up a hand, using her thumb to softly rub at your bottom lip. You sucked in a breath at the feeling of her finger on your lip, your chest heaving slightly. 

“Crumb,” she mumbled as she pulled her hand away and turned back to her food. 

Neither of you spoke about it the rest of lunch, but the air was thick with tension. You mentally added it to the tally of times you were close to finally kissing. 

✮ The fifth almost kiss came a week after lunch when you two were leaving work at the same time. 

You and Yolanda headed outside to the parking lot, your hand brushing hers as you walked next to her. Since lunch a week ago, you two have been avoiding talking about it and all the other times you almost kissed. Something in you wanted to believe it was because she felt the same way but there was a small part that said it was just the moment. 

You came to a stop beside your car, Yolanda staying with you despite already passing her car. The moonlight mixed with the few streetlights gave you ample lighting to see how Yolanda was staring at you. She took a step closer to you, entering your personal space much like you did a month ago at the bar. 

“Goodnight,” she mumbled before leaning in. 

You thought this was it, this was the moment you finally kissed. But then her lips hit your cheek, just close enough to the corner of your mouth. She pulled back, her eyes darker than they were as she let the silence linger. 

You exhaled slowly as you leaned in to do the same, pressing your lips to her cheek. You pulled back slowly, noting how her eyes had closed for a brief moment. “Goodnight,” you whispered before opening your car door. 

Yolanda gulped slightly before nodding and took a step back. You watched as she turned around to head back to her car and part of you wanted to call out to her, to ask if she wanted to come home with you. But you didn’t, instead you got into your car and pulled out of your parking space to head home alone.

✮ When it finally happened, you were having dinner and watching a movie at her place. 

Your eyes were locked on the TV screen in front of you as the movie Yolanda had picked out played. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder with the surgeon, you could feel the heat radiating off her body. 

Yolanda had seen the movie before, it was merely meant as an excuse to have you come over since she knew you hadn’t seen it before. She turned her head slightly to stare at your side profile, her eyes dropping to your lips. 

“You’re missing the movie,” you mumbled, feeling her eyes on your face. 

“Oh well,” she sighed, her voice slightly raspy. 

You turned your head to face her, inhaling at how close you were. Neither of you pulled away, instead you were the one to finally lean in all the way. Your lips met hers in a hesitant kiss, your nose bumping hers slightly. Yolanda pushed back harder, moving a hand to cradle the back of your head as she held you still. 

Your lips moved against hers as you got more comfortable, your hand moving up to cup her jaw. You both pulled away a few moments later, panting as you stayed close to her. 

“About time,” she laughed. 

The elevator dinged as you and Doctor Shamsi reached the emergency room of the hospital. The moment the door opened, you were greeted with the chaos that usually happens down in the pitt. There were patients seemingly everywhere you looked as doctors and nurses rushed around you. 

You followed behind Shamsi as she led you to one of the trauma rooms where a few of the doctors were waiting. You watched from the side as she consulted, offering an answer when asked. You were an intern so you weren’t as hands on yet as you would have liked but you knew it would come eventually. Thankfully it was a quick consult and you were on your way.

When the two of you left the trauma room, Shamsi turned to you. “I want you to meet my daughter, Victoria. She works down here for the time being,” she said as she turned to look around the hub of the ER, looking for Victoria.

You did your best to keep your reaction neutral at the mention of Victoria. You had already met her; in fact you met her a few months ago when you got lost in the hospital and ran into her. Since then, you two have been going on dates, dates that her parents thought were her going out to study. 

You hadn’t told her mother specially yet, knowing Victoria wanted to wait until the time was right. She wasn’t sure how her mother would feel about her dating her intern but she also figured she’d use the information to try and push her to surgery, again. 

Shamsi let out a light ‘ah’ when she spotted Victoria walking into the main hub of the ER. You fell in line behind her as she crossed the room, Victoria instantly spotting the two of you coming her way. Her eyes widened slightly before replacing her shocked expression with a small, forced smile. 

“Victoria,” Shamsi called, a similar forced smile on her face. 

“Hi, mom,” the med student mumbled as she tried not to make direct eye contact with you. 

“This is Doctor Y/L/N,” the surgeon said as she gestured to you. “My surgical intern.”

“Hi,” you mumbled with a small wave. 

Victoria bit the inside of her cheek for a brief second before greeting you back. Neither of you knew what to say or do, both too worried that Shamsi was somehow testing you. Her mother was the first to break the silence between the three of you. 

“You two should talk sometime, perhaps Y/L/N could persuade you to consider surgery,” Shamsi offered. 

You wanted to laugh at the offer, you knew that even if you wanted to persuade Victoria toward surgery, you wouldn't get anywhere. You two had plenty of conversations about why Victoria did not want to go that route and how tired she was of her mother’s insistent pushing. 

“Oh, I doubt it,” Victoria huffed. 

Before her mother could rebuttal, her phone rang. “Excuse me a moment,” she mumbled before walking away to answer her phone. The pair of you watched her walk away until she was well out of earshot.

Both you and Victoria let out a breath as you turned to face each other once again. “Do you think she knows?” Victoria asked, her voice low as took the smallest step toward you. 

“I didn’t say anything. I don’t know how she would know,” you shrug, eyes darting from Victoria to where her mother was standing. 

Victoria groaned softly as she shook her head. “I wouldn’t be shocked if she’s known since our first date,” she huffed. 

You chuckled at her comment. “Is it that bad if she knows?” you asked with a slight head tilt.

“No, but I don’t wanna deal with her or my dad making comments, even if they aren’t negative,” the med student answered. 

You didn’t get the chance to respond when Whitaker joined your conversation. “Hey,” he smiled when he walked up to where you were standing. 

“Hi,” you matched his smile and held out your fist for a fist bump.

You and Whitaker had become close since you started dating Victoria, the three of you plus Santos having occasional movie nights at their apartment. Whitaker and Santos were the only people in the ER to know that you two were dating. Which is only because Santos caught you kissing before Victoria’s shift started a few weeks ago. 

Shamsi joined the three of you a moment later, having finished her phone call. “Doctor Whitaker,” she said with a small nod when she noticed he was there.

He gave her a slight wave before pointing to a different area of the ER. “Gotta go but are you two still coming over for movie night?” he asked, not realizing what he’d just done.

You and Victoria froze, eyes wide as you both looked from each other to the other intern. You mumbled a ‘yes’ and Whitaker smiled before walking away. 

“You two already know each other?” Shamsi asked, confusion lacing her words. 

Victoria blinked a few times before turning to face her mother. “Yes,” she mumbled. 

Shamsi turned to you, expecting an explanation. You let out a small sigh before speaking. “We met a few months ago when I got lost,” you explained.

“And we’ve been dating since,” Victoria added, pulling her mother’s attention off you. 

“What?” the surgeon asked, brows furrowed. 

Victoria gave a forced smile before reaching for your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. “We’ve been dating since we met,” the med student repeated. 

“And you didn’t think to say anything? Either of you?” Shamsi huffed with her arms crossed. 

Victoria shrugged but didn’t let you try to jump in. “I didn’t want to say anything and Y/N went along with it.” 

“We’ll talk about this later,” her mother warned before turning to face you. “We have to go.” 

You nodded and squeezed Victoria’s hand, giving her a soft smile. “I’ll see you later,” you promised. 

With a surge of confidence, Victoria gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before promising to see you after her shift ended. You watched as she walked away before letting out a breath of air. You silently followed behind Shamsi as she led you to the elevator.