Andy couldn't stay in DC anymore, not when everywhere she looked she saw him. Neither could she stay in that ER, not when all of her colleagues had seen her have a mental break down. So now she was in Pittsburgh, beginning her life again. Andy had a plan to build a better, more stable and healthy life, only that plan was very quickly hijacked by a closed off veteran with a dry sense of humour and an obsession for his work.

Dr. Alessia Monroe built her life on control. As a General Surgeon, she knows how to make impossible decisions without hesitation, how to keep her hands steady when everything around her is falling apart, and how to walk away when things become too heavy to carry. Pittsburgh was one of those things. She was not supposed to go back. But when her mother is rushed into the Emergency Room after a fall, she doesn't hesitate. She drops everything and returns home, telling herself it is temporary, just long enough to make sure her mother is okay. Just long enough to leave again. Except nothing about Pittsburgh is temporary. Back at PTMC, Alessia is pulled between the operating room and the chaos of the ER, where every decision matters and every second counts. It is the kind of pressure she knows how to handle. What she is not prepared for is him. Dr. Robby is the one who carries it all, the physician everyone relies on when the stakes are highest, pushing past every limit without stopping, without asking, without ever letting go. Working beside him again pulls Alessia back into something she never fully walked away from, built on trust, tension, and everything they buried instead of saying when it mattered most. And this time, there is no distance to hide behind. Set over the course of one relentless shift, the pressure builds, the lines begin to blur, and Alessia is forced to confront everything she left behind. Because some things don't stay buried. And when everything finally reaches its breaking point, she will have to decide what she is willing to carry, and what she is ready to let go.

Dr. Maya Sullivan is a smart woman. She knows when to step in and when to hold back. She knows how to read a situation before anyone says a word. She knows better than to expect things to stay the same once they have already shifted. So when Dr. Langdon walks back into the hospital, she doesn't ask questions. She doesn't ask where he has been or what has changed or whether any of it matters now. She already knows the answer. They work. They keep it professional. They say only what is necessary and nothing more. And somehow, it still feels the same. In the way they move around each other. In the way they don't have to think during a case. In the way everything falls into place too easily, like nothing ever broke between them. That is the problem. Because Maya remembers exactly where it did. She remembers the moment everything turned, the words that went too far, the kind that do not come back once they are said. She remembers how quickly something solid can fracture when you finally see what was there all along. He acts like it can be fixed. Like time and distance are enough to undo it. Maya knows better. Some things do not disappear. They settle. They wait. They stay just beneath the surface, quiet until something shifts and brings them back all at once. And in a place where pressure is constant and nothing stays contained for long, it does not take much. Just one look. One mistake. One step too close. For everything between them to break open again.

Dr. Autumn Hall loved working at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital (PTMC) in the emergency room. After busting her ass to get through undergrad and med school early, Autumn found herself becoming a night shift attending in "The Pitt" just before her 30th birthday. Working alongside her close "friend" (maybe frenemy is a better word?) and colleague Dr. Jack Abbot, Autumn has cemented herself as a strong doctor and friend. What happens when a mass casualty event changes everything? Inspired by the lyrics "He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds" from the song "Crush" by Ethel Cain Mature themes, read at your own risk ;) Cross-posted to AO3

❝ 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 ) ( S0URKISSES ╱ 2025 ) © T0ungeT1ed

" i didn't wanna be the guy who thought the stripper liked him... " " well... the stripper does like you? " OR er doctor meret dupont struggles with her intense job, her disappointed parents, her rough past, all while training a bunch of interns. new cover! 'the penitent magdalene' by antonio ciseri, 1864 jack abbot x fem oc trinity santos x fem oc brief frank langdon x fem oc john shen x fem oc ALL LOWERCASE PARTS ARE ON PURPOSE AND ONLY USED AESTHETICALLY FOR THINGS SUCH AS DESCRIPTIONS, CASTING, AND PLAYLISTS. THE REST OF THE STORY IS IN PROPER CAPS AND GRAMMAR.

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.

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

Cause I'm still in love with every single part of you. - The Pitt | Jack Abbot - Cover by Bayports 🤍 - Connected to "EPIPHANY" by nightwvngs

When nurse Eleanor Fischer discovers she's pregnant, her carefully balanced life at The Pitt begins to unravel. Surrounded by whispers, mistakes, and the ghosts of a night she can't take back, she finds unexpected comfort in Dr. Michael Robinavitch - her steady, kind colleague who's always kept his distance. As the lines between friendship and something deeper begin to blur, Eleanor must learn that love isn't about perfect beginnings - it's about choosing to stay through all the broken things. A tender, slow-burn romance about healing, forgiveness, and finding home in the people who never walk away.