❝ Don't hold me like you know me I would rather burn forever ❞ ( JACK ABBOT 𝓧 Fem oc ) ( DENNIS WHITAKER 𝓧 Fem oc ) ( The Pitt 𝓧 Fem oc ) ( T0UNGET1ED ╱ 2025 ) © T0ungeT1ed

Fifteen hours. One mass shooting. Two lives colliding in the chaos. Dr. Samira Mohan is the heart of Pittsburgh Trauma's ER-patient, empathetic, and emotionally raw after ten hours on her feet when the Pittfest shooting floods the hospital with victims. Dr Jack Abbott is her opposite: gruff, relentless, and impossible to ignore when he storms in uninvited, military bag slung over his shoulder and battlefield instincts blazing. He's not supposed to be on shift. She's not supposed to still be here. But as bodies stack and hours blur, the two are thrown together in a trial by fire-intubating, amputating, bleeding, breaking. And somewhere between the rooftop silences, the shared glances over gurneys, and a direct blood transfusion that shouldn't have worked-they start to see each other clearly. Set over one catastrophic shift, This Could Hurt is a grumpy x sunshine slow-burn set in the quietest places inside a war zone-between heartbeats, between hands, between two people who weren't looking for anything, until they found each other. For fans of tense, high-stakes intimacy, reluctant tenderness, and romance born in the margins of survival.

I cannot seem to to contort myself back into the shape of a dutiful child. I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone.

An ER shift is never sunshine and rainbows-but today feels like a descent straight into chaos. Follow Dr. Tara Javadi as she battles through the madness, finding moments of comfort and connection in the unlikeliest places. "You're like one of those flowers that grows through concrete," he says. Tara scoffs. "Did you just call me a weed?" "No-the pretty yellow kind." "Oh. A dandelion?" [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Tara Javadi x Dr. Jack Abbott

A collection of stories about my favorite characters from The Pitt Most will be reader insert without the use of y/n or anything similar.

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.