In the chaos of The Pitt, secrets don't stay buried for long. When a new surgical transfer arrives, she's determined to prove she belongs. Between late-night shifts, life-or-death decisions, and a connection she never expected, the line between professional and personal begins to blur.

Dr. Emilia Reyes is the sweet one in Pediatric Emergency, the doctor who crouches to eye level, who hands out stickers after sutures, who lowers her voice when the monitors start screaming and the world feels too big for the child in the bed. People underestimate her because of that. They see kindness and mistake it for weakness. They see patience and assume she will yield. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't. An Emergency Medicine attending known for brutal competence and razor-sharp restraint, Abbot thrives in chaos. He does not soften the truth. He does not dilute hard decisions. And he does not step back when the room gets loud. When disaster forces him into her department, their collision is not subtle. He questions her restraint. She questions his ruthlessness. He pushes. She pushes back harder. Because beneath the calm pediatrician is steel, controlled and deliberate and more than capable of meeting him blow for blow. Abbot is simply the first man reckless enough to test it. In a hospital where resources run thin and not every life makes it home, Emilia has mastered composure. She has learned how to carry grief quietly, how to hold steady when everything fractures. What she has never learned is how to stand unmoved when someone sees straight through her. In an Emergency Department built on control, the most dangerous thing is not chaos. It is the moment you stop pretending you are immune to it. And some fires do not ask permission before they burn.

(Suddenly.) What I feel for you --it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise. words by Katherine Mansfield. Jack Abbot x FEM!OC ╱ The Pitt,

You, Katrina Sparks, are a paramedic. Your cool demeanor, accurate assessments and unorthodox treatments catch Robby's attention first then Jack's. It doesn't hurt that you're stunning. But they can't be distracted by you when they have been not so patiently waiting for their third soulmate. The name that's been scrawled across Robby's ribs and Jack's thigh forever. But damn are you tempting. This fic depicts a three-way soulmate bond between two males and one female. If this will bother you do not read. This story features a named reader. You are still you, you just have the name I gave you. I do not even pretend this is close to medically accurate.

You spoke in the cadence of candlelight and I, ever the penitent, drank it like holy water. The Pitt.

I could love you violently, if I let myself. The Pitt.

Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.

IN WHICH, a girl who exudes sunshine meets a man willing to give her the world. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝Stop following me, I told you I'm fine, go focus on the other patients.❞ ❝Sweetheart I don't doubt that, I'm just here for when you need me.❞ ❝You are so lucky I don't have a scalpel right now or so help me God⎯❞ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ [JACK ABBOTT x FEM!OC] [SEASON ONE + MY OWN PLOT] © 2025 softlysqturn-

It starts with silence. Then praise. Then a look no one else gets. But as shift after shift pulls them closer, the lines blur between protection and possession, control and care. He doesn't touch her-until she touches him. And when the tension finally snaps, the fallout is inevitable. He warned her once: "If I cross that line, I won't go back." She whispered back: "Then don't

The night shift is quiet, predictable, and safe. Eli likes it that way. He knows every hallway, every rule, every sound the hospital makes after dark. Then Jack Abbott arrives. A new authority, a new presence, and a kind of attention Eli isn't prepared for. As routines break and boundaries blur, Eli is forced to confront the one thing he's never been good at-being seen. Especially by someone who doesn't look away.