fem!oc x dr frank langdon the pitt notes , warnings , etc : a very very slow steady burn. pre-s1, s1, s2, and goes on. long days, no rushing it. ps. begins w seperated frank, in the midst of divorce paperwork frank. he tries to hide it to appear put together but everyone knows. no infidelity here don't worry *cw: addiction to various substances, self sabotaging behaviours, all that stuff are pretty heavy themes in this story. not too graphic, but could be triggering esp for those in recovery. canon typical violence. additional content warnings for other sensitive topics will appear at the beginning of relevant chapters w/ details & suggestions on how to avoid those sections, if you believe there should be a cw where i haven't put one let me know & ill do that promptly <3

"I've never been a natural. All I do is try, try, try" Cover made by @-saturnlove

In the emergency room, every second matters and some wounds follow you home. Dr. Eleanor "Nell" Carver is one of the senior residents in Pittsburgh's busiest ER - quick on her feet, relentlessly capable, and far better at saving other people than taking care of herself. Between endless night shifts, traumatic cases, and the quiet exhaustion of her own treatment, Nell is trying to hold together a life that never seems to slow down long enough for her to breathe. The one constant in the chaos is Dr. Jack Abbot - the attending physician who knows exactly when to push, when to stay quiet, and when to simply stand beside her. Their relationship is steady, private in all the ways that matter, and built in the spaces between ambulance sirens. But while Nell spends her shifts fighting for strangers, the people closest to her are struggling too. Her younger sister, Lois - the hospital's stubborn head chef - is trying to keep everyone fed while pretending she doesn't need looking after herself. And Nell's best friend Frank Langdon, freshly separated and emotionally unravelling beneath it all, finds himself unexpectedly drawn toward Lois in the middle of the hospital chaos. JACK ABBOT x OC FRANK LANGDON x OC THE PITT FANFIC

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ "Rhythms of the night consume my body Just let the music confiscate my soul You think I'm lost, but that's just how you found me Well, maybe, I'm the stranger after all" THE PITT (frank langdon / fem! oc)

⟡ 𝐃𝐑. 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐒 barely noticed the world outside of the hospital. however, it was hard not to notice the presence of a new neighbour across the hall. quiet and elusive, spencer reid was impossible to ignore. an unexpected friendship takes shape, and although she tells herself not to get too close, caring for him becomes something she can't quite unlearn. |season 2 reid x oc| trope: friends to lovers, neighbours WARNING: this books contains mentions of substance abuse, read at your own discretion

[ but i believe they're meant to be something , somehow , someday ] [ frank langdon x fem!resident oc ] [ started 11-9-2025 ] i do not own any of the pitt characters or storylines, only my own ocs & storylines. some storylines might be changed in order to fit the events of the story. i am also not a doctor! so medical terminology will hopefully make sense & line up. divider by thecutestgrotto on tumblr ^-^

JOIN a town full of secrets, shadows... and senior year. Marceline Turner has mastered the art of going unnoticed. She blends in, keeps her head down, and keeps her guard up. Between her crumbling home life, an overprotective older brother, and a town that practically hums with buried tension, she's got enough to juggle without worrying about monsters-or the high school kind, either. But then things start to shift. Nancy Wheeler throws a match on her perfect image. Steve Harrington-hair god, heartbreak disaster-keeps showing up with that stupid look in his eyes. And Billy Hargrove? The new guy is an asshole, and a threat (according to Steve). Hawkins feels like it's holding its breath, and Marce is no longer sure she wants to stay invisible. Because when the quiet gets loud in Hawkins... It usually means something's coming through.

Aubrey Byers life gets turnt upside down when her little brother goes missing. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

❛ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.❜ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Artists always use love as a muse, the deeply interwoven and woven vines of two people's hearts. Being able to look at someone and cherish everything about them, regardless of how unsightly and rotted it might be. Loving someone was like the sensation of the sun breaking through parted blinds and warming unblemished skin. But there was something profoundly intimate about hating another person. Noticing every diminutive detail and scrutinizing it with a microscope, memorizing every fold and crease about a person and loathing even the finest crack in their armour. It was beautiful to hate someone. It was the vulnerable feeling of nighttime, the cold creeping in as the sun rested in its grassy bed for the night, and the frigid moon set all the unseen and unspoken truths alight. Annette Buckley and Steve Harrington. He was arrogant and pompous; she was studious and argumentative. It was written in the stars that they would score one another with conniving cuts of the tongue until the end of time. Or, for Annette, at least until she left this town and never had to see his stupid smile again. Some claim they should've been the high school sweethearts, a love story for the ages of Hawkins! Not for Annette, though; all she saw in him was wasted potential. That is, until her car breaks down over Christmas break, when the heat of the car felt like a frigid freeze amidst the shared breath of the two-that night haunted her like a nightmare, following her around as a shadow of remembrance. Until now, in the Spring of 1985, where the story begins.