A little late to the party but after seeing so many Mikus in other cultures decided to do one from my own and well I’m from Pittsburgh and let me tell you our culture is road rage
hii! i have a cassie mckay x f!reader enemies to lovers request. cassie and reader work together, reader is a student doctor in her early/mid 20’s. reader is very empathetic and compassionate like cassie and yet they don’t get along very well. they keep trying to compete and one up each other until they eventually realize they’re trying to show off for the other person.. then they hook up hehe ♡
if this feeling goes both ways
now playing do I wanna know hoziers cover
cassie mckay x gn!reader
cw: age gap, enemies to lovers?, allusions to smut, non friendly competition, happy ending, kinda mean cassie, mentions of car accident, yinzer!dana (lmao)
a/n: this took way longer than expected omg. ive been catching up on work that I (regrettablely) avoided over break. I also wasn't sure if you wanted smut so I left it out, but I'd be happy to make a part two if thats what the people want.
You move through the bay doors alongside the paramedics as they speak, "Sixteen-year-old female, MVC front-end collision, crush injuries in the right lower quadrant. BP 92/58, heart rate is 132.”
You nod, moving into Trauma Two with the other doctors. "Hi, I'm Dr. Robby. "What's your name?” Robby asks the girl. “Um—it's Katie."
"Just try your best to relax for me, Katie, okay?"
"We've got you," you say to the girl, with a quick glance at her face.
"On my count 1-2-3," you say as you move the girl over to the trauma bed.
"IVs are going in now."
"Heart rate climbing!”
"Can we get surgery in here!?”
"Start with 10 units of O-neg!"
Orders are being shouted as several doctors and nurses work. You notice Katie attempting to look around, her soft cries filling the space around you.
"Can we get an extra set of hands, please?” you ask, and a nurse runs out and comes back in with Dr. McKay. Perfect.
“Dr. McKay, take over for me, please.”
You move over slightly so she can take over your spot while staying close to Katie's head. “Hey—just look at me, okay? ” you say to her.
"I need some room here, please.” McKay interjects, her tone dripping with annoyance.
The words land sharper than intended. or maybe exactly as intended. You feel it in your chest, a rush of heat that makes your face feel hot.
You look at her for a moment before moving your attention back to Katie; her grip tightens on your hand.
"I'm sorry," she says. "My parents are going to be so mad at me. I tried to swerve, but I just couldn't fast enough.” Her voice was now more panicked and raspy.
"I know it's scary; everything's going to be okay. Your parents are on the way, and they're just happy that you're alright.”
"You know Pittsburgh drivers are unpredictable; you did everything you could.”
Katie cracks a small smile at that. The conversation is interrupted when they start to transport her to the OR; you squeeze her hand one last time before she is wheeled off.
“Good work, guys," Robby says. "Thanks for keeping her calm; nice work.” He nudges your arm before removing his gown and gloves.
You give Cassie a brief look, but she's already looking at you; you feel heavy under her gaze. She gives a tight-lipped, thin smile and makes her way out of the room.
Less than ten minutes later, you and Cassie are assigned to another patient together. a young woman with severe abdominal pain.
"Hi, I'm Dr. McKay, and this is my student doctor.”
You offer your name, your tone even. You perform a quick workup, and the woman questions.
You step forward first before Cassie can. "Okay, I'm going to press on your stomach. Just tell me when it hurts.” You can feel Cassie's eyes on you, and it sits heavily under your skin.
You press gently, moving through quadrants. The patient hisses.
"Right there—that hurts.”
You nod. "Okay. We're waiting on bloodwork and a CT. Someone will be in shortly to take you to CT. Once that’s done, one of us will be back to go over the final steps.”
"Right now it's looking like appendicitis," Cassie says.
"But we'll let you know once we have labs back," you interrupt.
You and Cassie both leave the room and close the curtain.
She turns toward you fully now, voice still controlled. "The patient deserves to understand what’s happening.”
"There's no need to jump to a diagnosis and scare her. She deserves efficiency.” You say back. "Those aren’t opposites.”
"They are when you slow the process down," she replies, harsher.
The air shifts again. familiar now. That same pressure from earlier, building.
You take a breath, keeping your tone level. "I'm not slowing anything down.”
"You did in trauma.”
You stare at her for a second, disbelief flickering before irritation takes over. "I was keeping her calm.”
"You were in the way.”
You just nod at that and walk away, frustration bubbling in your stomach.
“Hey chickadees, your scans and labs are back for your girl in North Two!" you hear Dana say to you from the nurses' station. Without paying much attention to your surroundings, you approach her, reaching to grab the tablet from her hand.
You and Cassie both reach for the tablet at the same time.
"I got it," you say to her.
"I'll take it," she replies back. You go to open your mouth to say something back, but she interrupts you.
"Your trauma patient from earlier—her parents are here. Go take care of that," Cassie says as she nods her goodbye.
You sigh and look down at the counter for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek.
"Trouble in paradise?” Dana says to you, her glasses perched on her nose.
"There was never a paradise to begin with, maybe a field of snakes though!” Your voice drips with sarcasm.
"Ah, yinz just have to kiss and make up," Dana replies.
You scoff. "Yeah, okay.”
“I'm serious, missy! You two are just two sides of the same coin—embrace your similarities and quit fightin' like a bunch of teenagers," Dana says, tilting her head with a smile before shooing you off.
For the last two hours of your shift, you had managed to avoid Cassie. You kept telling yourself that it was a good thing, but a part of you missed her presence; you kind of enjoyed the petty disagreements you two had. Yeah, they were annoying sometimes, but it kept you on your feet.
After saying your goodbyes to everyone, you make your way to the parking garage, excited to get in your car and get home.
You drop your bag in the passenger seat, slide into the driver’s side, keys in hand. Your body’s running on muscle memory more than anything else.
You turn the key.
Click.
Nothing.
You frown slightly, trying again, but the engine doesn’t even try to turn over. "You've got to be kidding me," you mutter, leaning back in your seat. “Fucking shitbox," you grumble as you keep trying, turning the key harder at each attempt.
"Won't start?” You hear a voice from beside you say.
You jump slightly, Cassie leaning down to see you through the open door. "I got it," you reply dryly.
"It's not going to start," she replies.
You sigh and let your forehead rest on the steering wheel. Of course she was trying to one-up you right now.
"Do you have jumper cables?” she asks.
"No, even if I did, I don't know how to use them.”
"I'll teach you.”
You look at her in frustration and sigh. There's a moment of silence before someone speaks again.
"I'll take you home," Cassie says to you.
You freeze for a moment before shaking your head. "Not necessary, I'll take the bus.”
"Just let me take you; the bus will take forever, and an Uber would be really expensive at this time.” Cassie replies.
"I don't want a ride from you," you reply.
"Need and want are two different things," she says back, her head tilted to the side.
You feel your mouth go dry as you look at her. You hold her gaze, your chest feeling heavy. "Okay."
You get your stuff from your car, you lock the doors, and you climb into the passenger seat of hers.
The drive is silent, but it isn’t empty. Tension sits between you two like a thick blanket.
The only talking that happens is when you give directions when needed. Your voice is quiet.
"Thank you,” you say, softer now as she pulls into your apartment complex.
"No problem.”
As you collect your stuff, the car is silent other than the soft sound of music coming from her car speakers.
"I'm sorry," Cassie says, breaking the silence. “for being rude and picking fights. You're not doing anything wrong, and I'm sorry for insinuating you were. It's really unlike me, and it was immature of me. So—I'm sorry.”
"It's alright. I wasn't exactly an angel either. I just—I kept putting myself in a position where I felt like I needed to show off to you; that certainly wasn't professional of me. I'm sorry too.” You leaned over slightly in your seat so you could see her face fully.
“I shouldn't have made you feel like you had to show off. You're incredible. and I mean that.” Her eyes are burning into yours.
The confession sits between you, the angry tension now replaced with something else.
You replied. "So are you, Dr. McKay."
"You can say my name.”
You pause for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek.
You move to open the door. "I'll let you go. Thank you for the ride, Cassie." You quickly open the car door, shutting it with a little too much force, and race towards the steps of your apartment.
As you're unlocking the door, you hear her yell for you. You watch as she exits the car and jogs towards you. "Hey. You forgot your bag.” She stands close as she hands you the bag.
"Thanks," you whisper.
You and Cassie stand there for a moment, your body leaning in towards her. "What made you feel like you had to show off to me?” she asks quietly.
You stutter at first as you try to get the words out, letting out a small, nervous breath. "I don't know. You're… you. You really are incredible. You're great with patients, you work well with others—you don’t hesitate.”
You pause for a moment. "And you're beautiful.” You glance at her, then away. "I didn't want to be background noise.”
Her expression softens in a way you haven’t seen before. "You never were.”
You laugh quietly, shaking your head. "It didn’t feel like that.”
“Then I should’ve said something sooner.” A pause. "Because you’re kind of impossible to ignore.”
You can feel your heart beating in your chest.
You're blinking slowly as you feel her body moving closer towards you.
“Because I could say the same for you," she replies.
You almost choke on air at that. “Ya know, Dana told us to ‘kiss and make up,'" you joke, trying and failing to relax your nervous system.
Cassie hums in reply. Her eyes are moving around your face.
"I shouldn't want this," she says.
"I'm not stopping you.”
“I shouldn't," she repeats, but she doesn't move.
"Then let me," you say.
You press yourself against her, your lips meeting softly at first. You reach your hands to the side of her face so they can tangle in her hair. You can feel her hands snake around your waist as she deepens the kiss.
You both pull away, both of you quiet for a moment.
“I don't want to stop," she says.
"Then don't."
This time, when your lips met, there was no angry or weird tension.
She pushes you back against your front door, opening it quickly.
“Wait—your bag," she mumbles, pulling away to nod her head towards your bag that now sat on your doorstep.
"Fuck the bag," you say. Pushing her farther inside, closing the door with your foot. “I don't want to stop.”
this episode of the pitt was a delight for pittsburghers. furry patient, not one but TWO uses of “gumband,” and!!! water slide collapse at sandcastle!!????!
gather round, fellow yinzers. everyone touch a bit of this sidney crosby jersey while i manifest a sheetz mention and someone drinking turner’s tea by the season’s end
