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?

one shots with characters from the pitt x you. requests are open, and feedback is appreciated :) (I do not own any characters from the show, and these are just my ideas of how they would act in certain situations)

Russell Whitaker is one of many secrets in The Pitt. Tucked away on the eighth floor, he spends his days playing board games alone while his big brother Dennis saves lives downstairs. It's not permanent, but it's life for now. Being homeless, nine, and hidden gets lonely. Russell's forced to find solace in Scrabble, Superman, and the knowledge that Dennis is doing the best he can with what he's got. On the anniversary of the worst day of Michael Robinavitch's life, a poorly-timed asthma attack sends Russell right into the thick of it, emergency after emergency. And even though everyone-including he himself-knows that he's just a kid, Russell is drawn to trouble like a moth to the flame. He's ready to help in any way he can, even when the walls open up and spill their secrets like tears.

Jack Abbot is not an overly-neighborly person. He has secret nicknames in his head for most of the people on his floor and actively avoids any and all types of neighborhood politics. However, he can't deny his growing fondness for the single mom and toddler in apartment seventeen. (Nor his burning hatred for your baby daddy).

it all starts in a auto shop when jack abbot meets YN LN and her toddler Amy based on the c.ai bot by @fsaunders thank you for inspiring me

It's not my arms that will fail me But this world takes more strength than it gave me

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.

Two times Robby really hated when you called him sir and one time he really didn't. Reader insert without the use of y/n.

oneshots, drabbles, and headcanons for an assortment of The Pitt characters fluff, angst, and smut REQUESTS OPEN will write for Jack Abbot, Dennis Whitaker, Frank Langdon, and maybe others upon request

If you asked Jack Abbot one year ago what he would have thought about having a child, he would've snorted and cursed you out. If he was being honest, he wasn't entirely sure what you were supposed to do with a kid. He could handle twelve-hour shifts, overcrowded waiting rooms, and patients hanging on by a thread. Children, though? Children were a different story. Which was ironic, considering there was currently an eight-year-old wandering around the hospital with his name.