Can't stop thinking about The Pitt? Same. This is a running collection of one-shots: angst, fluff, whump, the occasional gut-punch. Updated (usually) daily from my Tumblr @ emotionallyintubated. Requests are open. Come bleed with me.

Jack and Robby don't go out much and when they do it's certainly not to the trendy new club that opened a short walk away from the hospital. But when a patient promises Jack free drinks for him and a friend well... They weren't expecting much, then they saw you. When drinks end in the best sex of your life, you weren't complaining. And when they want to see you again how could you ever say no? Each Chapter will be inspired by/named after a Steven Rodriguez song. A Rabbot x curvy tattooed Reader Sugar Daddy AU with a twist

Dennis Whitaker is having an off day, and he knows just what will make him feel better. AKA: Puppy Dennis is a brat at work, and Robby gives him what he needs. ~ "On the back, it read: Property of Michael Robinavitch, MD. If found, call: xxx.xxx.xxxx. On the front, in a delicate looping font: Dr. Whitaker."

After running into each other at the bar, Robby stakes his claim on Whitaker with a pretty public display. Whitaker is very okay with this. Or, Robby has Whitaker hump his thigh in a crowded club as a voyeur watches them. Whitaker is a good boy and puts on a show.

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. complete at 60k