Summary: your coworkers are surprised to find out that you and Joy are dating given the way your personalities seem to clash
Warnings/contains: med student! reader, grumpy x sunshine trope, reader has a very bubbly and bright personality, mentions of food in the form eating lunch, they/them pronouns used once to refer to the reader in a gender neutral manner, mild swearing
Prompts used: ✶ “I just don't get it. You're so.... And they are so....” “And that's what we love in each other. And it's really not for you to understand.” from this prompt list, [while cloudgazing] "i see a duckling!" "literally how.", sunshine making lunch for grumpy in the cutest way possible (little notes, heart-shaped sandwiches, always adding their fave snack), grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair, and "i love you." "i know." "say it back!" from this prompt list; forgetful & borderline photographic memory from this prompt list, and grumpy’s soft side: sunshine accidentally finds grumpy’s secret stash of cute little things they’ve kept as mementos - like a doodle sunshine made or a pressed flower from a walk they took together. grumpy tries to act embarrassed, but sunshine can see the fondness in their eyes. from this prompt list
Beginning notes: this is one of the most obvious tropes EVER to do with her but do I care? no! and yes I used a TON of prompts but that's just because I couldn't decide between them okay </3 (also it's my first time writing for joy so hopefully she isn't ooc any)
Despite her name, Joy wasn't exactly the most enthusiastic person around. Certainly not when compared to you, a fellow med student who was practically brimming with cheer and delight. Every request made of you was happily met with a simple "okie dokie" before you complied, whereas she'd drag her feet just to get patient charting done.
To say that the two of you couldn't be more different was the understatement of the year, which is why everyone you worked with was surprised to find out that the two of you were dating. At first, that is. Until they saw how you interacted with each other, and then it all started to make sense.
The way that people first learned about your relationship was one day at work when you caught something wrong with a patient that all other doctors had missed, effectively saving their life.
"Good work," Robby praised with a warm smile, one of his large hands gently clapping you on the back to show just how proud he was.
"Nice one, babe," Joy added in her typical deadpan, though this time her tone was notably a tad bit lighter than any other compliment given by the nonchalant student doctor.
You beamed with pride at her words, a wide grin spreading across your face while Ogilvie's jaw dropped at the revelation. "'Babe'? Wait, so does that mean-"
"Yup. We're dating," she confirmed while moving to rest a hand on your shoulder as a casual kind of confirmation, your head turning so you could watch her with a loving gaze as you continued to smile.
"I just don't get it," he kept on with a confused look, clearly intent on poking the bear today. "You're so… And they are so…"
"And that's what we love in each other," your girlfriend cut in before he could even think to finish his statement, visibly unimpressed with whatever line of thought was currently going through his mind. "And it's really not for you to understand."
Robby then cleared his throat and directed the three of you to move on to other patients so the conversation wouldn't evolve into something even more tense than it already was. You remained unbothered by the strange look being giving to you by Ogilvie, walking with Joy's hand still placed protectively on your shoulder.
The news spread fast around the ED about a ball of sunshine such as yourself apparently dating a grump like her, but neither of you cared very much, and it didn't take very long for others to see why. You were clearly both very in love with each other, especially if lunch was any indication of that.
Joy sat at one of the small tables in the breakroom, unzipping her lunchbox and pulling everything out. She popped off the lid to a plastic container to reveal a sandwich cut into the shape of a heart, setting the lid down next to her favorite snack and a note that had several hearts doodled on it.
Cassie, who was in there to grab a drink, raised an eyebrow at the sight in front of her. "Lemme guess, your partner put this together for you?"
"Every day," Joy sighed as if it was some big nuisance, but the third-year resident didn't miss the way her lips quirked upwards slightly whenever she glanced back over at the note.
You came bounding into the room a few minutes later, looking as bright and cheery as ever. "Hey, Dr. McKay!" You greeted with a friendly wave before turning your attention over to your girlfriend. "Do you wanna go sit on the roof and watch the clouds while we eat lunch?"
"Seriously? You really want to cloudgaze, of all things?" She questioned bluntly with a raised eyebrow, though you remained undeterred by her outward disinterest.
"Yeah! It's not too sunny out today, so we won't have to worry about hurting our eyes! Plus-" you lowered your voice conspiratorially and leaned in "-if we're in a spot that's harder to find, we might get more time before we have to get back to work."
At the mention of getting out of work, Joy immediately perked up. "I'm in," she stated while standing, already starting to re-pack her lunch so she could take it up with you to the roof.
"Great!" You clapped a bit with excitement before frowning slightly, your brow furrowing to show you were deep in thought for once. "But wait, did I bring my lunch today?"
She then reached over on the table behind her lunchbox and held up another one that had to be yours given all the bright colors on it that contrasted heavily with her simple black one. "I brought it, because I knew that you'd forget."
"Great! I'll meet you up there," came your delighted response as you grabbed the lunchbox from her and turned to leave. "I love you!"
"I know," was her rebuttal to your words, smirking at the way you instantly whipped back around to face her again.
"Say it back!" You demanded with a slight pout, hands resting on your hips as you lightly glared at her.
"I suppose I share similar feelings of fondness towards you," she replied while still smirking, appearing amused at the way you playfully rolled your eyes before actually leaving that time.
Cassie just watched the whole encounter take place with a smile of her own. The whole thing was really quite sweet, she had to admit, and it was obvious just how much you cared for one another.
About an hour or so later, Victoria was sent up to the roof to fetch the two of you so you could finally come back down to the ER and work again. Once she arrived there, she scanned the area until finally she spotted you sitting together, staring up at the clouds as they passed by overhead.
"I see a duckling!" You exclaimed while pointing upwards before returning your hand to its spot next to the other one by Joy's head as you sat behind her. The claw clip that she'd previously been wearing had been removed, and you were flipflopping between braiding her hair and letting it fall loose again before combing your fingers through the dark strands and restarting the process.
"Literally how," was all she said in respond, sipping on an energy drink as she followed where your finger had pointed. Her legs were spread out in front of her while you were perched cross-legged, your chest pressed against her back as you leaned forward and rested your chin on her shoulder.
"Uh…" Victoria felt pretty awkward to be breaking up such a sweet and obviously private moment, but Dana had been pretty insistent on getting the two of you to come back down so more patients could be dealt with. "Sorry to interrupt, but there's a bunch of caseloads still coming in downstairs, so…"
"Okie dokie! We'll be there in a minute," you chirped without hesitation as Joy grumbled incoherent swears under her breath at having to get back to work. "C'mon, my sweet little marshmallow. Duty calls."
"I've told you before, you're the sweet marshmallow here. I'm the burnt one that you get from leaving it over the firepit for too long," she corrected while standing, both of you collecting your lunchboxes to take back to the breakroom until it was time for you to leave.
"You're burnt on the outside but gooey in the center," you added, shrieking gleefully in surprise when your words were met with a light poke to the ribs by your girlfriend.
Victoria could still vaguely hear your conversation as she began to make her way back to the ER, trying her best not to gush over how adorable the two of you were. Hopefully she could snag a moment or two away so she could spill to her TikTok following about all the juicy details.
It was later that evening after work when you made an interesting discovery upon searching for a book that you'd leant to Joy a while back. You didn't find it, but you did find an old medical journal that'd had a rectangle cut out of the center of its pages. You figured she probably read the whole thing, then decided to find a better use for it since she wouldn't ever need to re-read it due to having a photographic memory.
But that wasn't nearly as unexpected as what you found inside the cut-out crevice. In it held every single note you'd ever packed with her lunch, each one neatly tucked away and place in chronological order, from most recent to the very first one you'd ever written, and your note from that day was on the very top.
"What in the hell?" She questioned in a dry tone from behind you, causing you to turn to face her. "I knew you were nosy, but Jesus."
"You kept all my notes," you cooed out affectionately, which caused her to scoff and cross her arms defensively over her chest. "How sweet of you!"
"Don't read too much into it. I just- kept them so I could study that messy scrawl of yours, so I'd know what you scribble down in a patient's file," she halfheartedly grumbled, both of you well aware that she was lying.
You just set the book hiding your lunch notes off to the side and stood, approaching her with a warm smile and a big hug that she reluctantly accepted. "Aw, you're just a big softie underneath it all, aren't you?"
Even with such a blank expression, it was obvious the answer to that was yes. Joy might've been generally uncaring and unfazed by everyone else, but you had wormed your way into her heart, and now she couldn't bear the thought of living without you. After all, every grump needed a sun to shine over them.
End notes: she might be one of my new favorite people to write for tbh
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do i wanna know? - chapter one: that one friend that's too gay
𑣲summary: y/n has found a new roommate and is planning a chaotic birthday celebration for javadi's 21st. abbot is a strap-blocker. samira needs a break.
𑣲contains: black!fem!reader but anyone can read. reader uses she/her pronouns. use of y/n. swearing. suggestive language. usage of the word "maknae". doesn't follow the exact plot of the pitt. some characters might be ooc. reader calls samira, "sami". mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. a few typos.
𑣲guide: y/n - your name, y/l/n - your last name
it was the end of your shift and you had just finished handing off your patients to the night shift resident. you made your way downstairs to the emergency department of the ptmc to meet up with samira, and to drag her out of the building because she will not leave if you don't make her.
you made plans with her earlier to grab dinner at a restaurant a few minutes away from the hospital, and you were going make sure those plans happened.
when you pushed through the heavy doors of the emergency department, you were immediately engulfed in the chaos of the emergency department. you walked through the department to find samira sitting at a computer typing away.
"sami, it's shift change." you scolded her. "shouldn't you be handing your patients over to the night shift?"
"i know, y/n," samira looked up at you and sighed, "but i really need to finish some charting before we leave."
"fine, but we better make it to the restaurant." you groaned and find the nearest chair to sit in to wait for her. "i'm starving."
several minutes go by and you're still waiting on samira. you hear footsteps approaching from behind, but you're too tired to turn around to see who it is.
"dr. y/l/n, what are you doing in my ed?" a voice you recognize as michael robinavitch, asked.
"now, why would i be in your erectile dysfunction, dr. robby?" you quipped.
"ah, i can always count on you to be witty."
you turn towards him to see he's not alone, jack abbot was right beside him.
"waiting on samira?" jack asked.
"yup." you said popping the p. "just waiting on her to finish charting."
"alright, brother. i'll see you at shift change tomorrow. goodnight, dr.mohan and dr. y/l/n." robby leaves.
"y'know, i never heard white men call each other brother until i met you and dr. robby." you teased jack.
jack just chuckled, and samira scolded you for teasing him.
when samira finally finished charting and you were waiting for her to get her belongings from the locker room. as you were waiting you spotted dr. ellis walking your way and you smiled at her.
"y/n, whatchu' doin' down here in the ed?" parker greeted you with a big smile and a hug to match.
"nothin', just waitin' on samira." you replied with an even bigger smile. "parker, you need to stop smilin' at me like that because y'know i'm easy."
"girl, you always playin'." parker laughed at you.
jack overheard the exchange between you and parker, and puts a stop to it immediately.
"dr. ellis, stop flirting with dr. y/l/n. you have patients to take care of."
you and parker told each other "bye" before she gets back to work.
"jack, you stay strap-blocking." you whined. "you're like my biggest hater."
"i am not-" he started before he's interrupted by samira approaching.
"what are you two talking about?" samira asked.
"your boyfriend ruining my life." you exaggerated to her.
"i stopped her and dr. ellis from flirting when dr. ellis should be with her patients." he answered.
"exactly, you're ruining my life." you groaned.
you stand off to the side as samira says goodbye to jack. before she walks away he pulls her into a long loving hug and kisses the top of her head. you hated the sight of him holding your best friend like that.
"okay, y/n let's go get dinner. you're getting hangry." samira wrapped her arm around yours and the two of you walked out of the building.
"when did robby get so bitchy?" you asked samira.
"not sure, but i swear his whole mood changed when heather left." she acknowledged.
"she definitely has somethin' magical between her legs for him to be actin' like that." you joked and samira laughed.
when the two of you made it to the restaurant you were seated and began talking about your shifts as you waited for your server.
"god, robby was so hard on me today." samira groaned. "he picked apart almost everything i did. he's starting to make me second guess myself."
"sami, robby is an asshole, and you're the best damn doctor in the pitt." you reassured her. "don't let him get to you. he just has a stick up his ass for whatever reason."
"thank you for that." she smiled and reached across the table to grab your hand. "you're the best friend a girl can dream of, y'know that?"
it shouldn't have stung when samira called you her friend, so you simply smiled and nodded. deep down inside you felt something completely different than what she felt. you truly never planned on liking samira as more than just a friend, but eventually she became so much more than a friend to you. the way she cared for you and spoke life into you when you would have a rough time during med school, you really could not help it. you told yourself to suppress whatever it was that you felt because you were her best friend and that was all she saw you as. you saw it as just another one of your silly little crushes.
💌a/n: i hope you all liked it. i don't think i proofread it very well, so there may be some typos. also i'm very upset that our girl supriya ganesh, who plays dr. samira mohan, will not be returning next season. thank you all for reading!!!🫶🏽
thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3
I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.
the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
a/n: NSFW for you horny freaks!! this has been in my drafts for months. have I posted this before? who knows, tbh.
𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬
Emily starts behind you — hands on your hips, lips at your neck, smirking as she makes you hold eye contact with your reflection.
“Look at you. Look how good you look taking it.”
She loves the visual: your lashes fluttering, mouth open, back arching. She’ll keep you there until you’re whining, legs shaking, begging to look away — and she won’t let you.
“I want you to see what I see when I ruin you.”
𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮
Soft dominance. Gentle grip on your waist, forehead kisses between thrusts, but don’t mistake that sweetness — she lives for the image of you crying out her name in the mirror.
“You’re so beautiful like this, baby.”
She’ll whisper encouragement in your ear, keep you grounded while your body rocks against hers, every movement mirrored perfectly.
She catches your eye and just says, “Let go. I’ve got you.”
𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲
Pure control. She stands behind you, one arm wrapped around your torso, the other between your thighs, and you’re not allowed to look anywhere but the mirror.
“Don’t look down. Watch me take you apart.”
Her voice is dark and velvety in your ear.
“Look how desperate you are. So fucking wet for me.”
She gets off on watching your reactions — on seeing your thighs tremble, your hands claw at the vanity, your eyes glaze over as she takes you again and again.
𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚
At first she’s shy about it — “Wait, you want me to watch?”
But when she sees how pretty you look in the mirror, all flushed and needy and grinding against her?
“Oh… oh, I like this.”
It turns her on so much to see the visual proof of how wrecked she’s making you — your lipstick smeared, body quaking, practically whining her name.
“God, look at us. We’re so hot.”
𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬
Tara is the queen of mirror play. She’ll sit you on her lap in front of the mirror, strap buried deep, and hold you there with one arm around your waist and the other hand on your throat.
“Eyes on me.”
She rocks into you slowly, making sure you feel everything.
She talks you through it, low and teasing:
“Look how good you take it. Look how messy you get for me. That’s mine.”
You’ll be shaking before she even lets you move.
𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞
Clinical. Studied. Reverent. She positions you just right in front of the mirror — one leg hiked up, back arched — and she talks you through every slow thrust, every brush of her fingers.
“See that? That’s what you look like when I touch you right here.”
She wants you to learn the image of yourself undone for her — memorize it.
“You’re stunning when you’re this needy. Don’t look away.”
𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧
Casual at first — playful even. She’ll press you against the mirror, kiss your shoulder, start slow.
But then she catches your expression — dazed, breathy, falling apart — and her whole demeanor changes.
“Oh. That’s what I do to you?”
Kate becomes obsessed with seeing you like that — flushed, eyes wide, body twitching as she ruts into you from behind.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so sexy like this. Don’t blink, I want you to see everything.”
