Her soulmates have never been Azzy's first priority. It's not like she didn't want to meet them eventually, she saw how her neighbors flourished within their soulmate's presence. Of course she would want that for herself, but between trying to scrape up enough money to get to college, to serving in the military, to piecing herself back together with glitter glue and scotch tape after being honorably discharged, her soulmates could wait. On top of this, working as a paramedic caused an ever-changing schedule, and the various hobbies that her therapist oh so insisted that she should have kept her busy for most of the week. Halfway across the city Robby and Abbot had a consistent rhythm to their life, they've lived together for the last ten years but are still missing something, or someone. What happens when that someone comes running into their ER.

Have you ever thought about working a 15 hour shift with Dr. Michael Robinavich? Or the thought of what Dr. Jack Abbot tastes like? Well if so, you've come to the right place. ThePitt X Reader {Oneshots} jumps around to different romantic scenarios with your favorite characters from The Pitt! Hi everyone! If you don't know me by now, my name is Dylan! Please read the "Start Here" page, as it will walk you through what characters I write about, what genre I write in, and any topics that may be triggering to some people! I hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻 ⚠️Please Note: This content is for mature audiences, viewer discretion is advised. I don't claim the rights to any of these characters, and I apologize for my limited medical knowledge :)⚠️

Frankie Robinavitch has probably spent more time in the ER than she's spent in her own house. Doing homework in the waiting room, sleeping on the staff room couches, playing Nintendo in the stairwell. Waiting and waiting and waiting for the end of her dad's shift, where he'd finally hang up his stethoscope and really become her dad. Frankie is used to making sacrifices for his work. School recitals with empty seats, birthday parties cut short, disappointments stacked higher than the Empire State Building. She's the most understanding twelve-year-old in the world. That's what everyone says, anyway. So, on the anniversary of the worst day of her dad's life, she's ready to make a few more adjustments.

Kaylie Kennedy is twelve years old, and possibly the least fortunate girl she knows. With her whole family lost to a car accident, she lives with her well-meaning (if insufferable) aunt and uncle, and spends every day in a grief-stricken haze, barely even sure what she's still living for. The only person that she really likes anymore is Dr Abbot, the man who treated her the night her family died, but she's sure she's insignificant to him. Besides, seeing him means going back to the hospital. The place where everything fell apart. The place Kaylie hates the most. But, when she breaks her arm one morning, her worst fear suddenly becomes unavoidable, and she's suddenly being forced back inside her own personal nightmare. Memories of her family lie behind every curtain, and her grief is threatening to swallow her whole. Maybe if she just holds out, she tells herself, it'll pass. Maybe if she just holds out, something good will finally come.

"I couldn't tell you...you used to think the world off me, I couldn't tell you because then you would know that you were wrong" A trauma surgeon stripped of the operating room returns to the pitt and struggles with his loss of control.

One glitchy tablet, one HR email, and suddenly you're married to your attending, Jack Abbot. HR thinks it was intentional and has already started merging your records. Claim it was a mistake, and your residency could be delayed. With only three months left until you're an attending, Jack agrees to play along. Pretending to be married might save your career-but can your heart survive the side effects?

Jack Abbot had always prided himself on the detached professionalism he brought to the ED's night shift. That is, until a severely injured young girl with a dark mysterious past manages to drag herself into his waiting room. Jack is blown away by her determination and will to survive and quickly begins to see a bit of himself in her.

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.

Jack Abbot is a vampire, that's it. This is cross posted on ao3 under pluviophile_a i just decided to also post it here.

I know I took the path that you would never want for me I know I let you down, didn't I? So many sleepless nights where you were waiting up on me Well I'm just a slave unto the night Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me Remember when I broke you down to tears I know I took the path that you would never want for me I gave you hell through all the years