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WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

DISCLAIMER

DISCLAIMER

THIS BOOK WILL INCLUDE

- SUBSTANCE ABUSE - MEDICAL PROCEDURES - MENTAL

HEALTH ISSUES - DOMESTIC VIOLENCE - MENTIONS OF PTSD

- PTSD OF WAR - AMPUTATION / MENTIONS OF BEING AN AMPUTEE

- SELF HARM - ALCOHOL ABUSE - LOSS OF CHILD - MEDICAL

PTSD - JOB PTSD - MENTIONS OF RAPE - MENTIONS OF TORTURE

if you have any issues or are sensitive to any of these topics, this is your first and final 'trigger warning' the last thing i want is for someone to feel uncomfortable while reading.

please know that this will follow the story from the tv show itself but- will also inculde my own workings for maeve and her story.

WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

• MIXTAPE •

ᴡᴀʀᴢᴏɴᴇ ~ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

' step on my feet, lookin' for a fist fight, come and find me, walkin' dead in daylight. '

ғᴜɴɴʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ~ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ

' blame is a coward, but self-righteous a funny little creature hiding out in me.

sᴇʀᴛᴀʟɪɴᴇ ~ ɢʀᴀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ

' blacken eyes stare into my face, swore it would be the last time i would make the same mistake. '

ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ-ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ ~ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ

' the thoughts of you i can't stomach, tastes a lot like vomit

sick of seeing you smile. '

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ~ ᴅᴀɪsʏ ᴊᴏɴᴇs & ᴛʜᴇ sɪx

' you regret me and i'll regret you, You couldn't handle your liquor, and you can't seem to handle the truth. '

ᴅɪᴇᴀsᴇ ~ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ

' there are no more tears to cry, i heard you beggin' for life, runnin' out of medicine

uou're worse than you've ever been. '

ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ~ ғɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀɪᴠᴀʟs

' once it starts it never stops, discipline is all i'm not. can;t help myself, you listening? why can't i say what i want? '

ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ~ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ

' i'd slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me. '

ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ~ ᴀʟᴇx ᴡᴀʀʀᴇɴ

' i've got a tendency to run, and all i've learned from love is that it leaves me. '

ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ~ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ

' i have spent my life, chasing things, that have only brought me pain, in the end, when i'm dead

hope it was for something. '

ɢᴀᴍᴍᴀ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ~ ᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ

' two by two, each shot to numb, for the imagery to show all that's become, just how much is left, how much to love? a story of a boy whose dream dwindled.

WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

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“ you’re here— you’re home in pittsburgh. you’re safe. “

“ come back to night shift— everyone here is pissing me off now you’re on days. “

WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

👥: dr. michael robinavitch, maeve montgomery

“ i solely believe that you can be mad at him for as long as you want to— but he is the godfather of your child— you cannot stay mad forever. “

“ and you can forgive him? he betrayed our trust— he was high as a kite while looking after andrew, robby— i just don’t know if i can ever look at him the same— “

WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

jack abbott x maeve montgomery

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WARZONE • THE PITT FANFIC

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characters - frank langdon, michael robinavitch, maeve montgomery

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if i could disappear beneath the leaves || michael robinavitch

summary: between awake and asleep, dreams are not always what they seem.

pairing(s): m.r x reader, j.a x reader, m.r x reader x j.a

warnings: none, really? aside from some small allegories to sexy times.

note: i wrote this with a shiteating grin lmaoooo please don't hate me for how this ends. a million thanks for @superhoeva for proof reading my nonsense. inspired by this post and that one the marias song.

p.s: if I see you reposting, stealing, feeding my FICS into AI or some other fuck shit, don’t. 👀🫵🏽

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LONG BEFORE THE SUN WAKES UP AND THE STARS DISAPPEAR to make space for the clouds, brown eyes that were once heavy with sleep suddenly find themselves opened up just before the light shines through the curtains. 

No matter what Robby did, or how late he’d go to sleep when he got home, he’d always wake up at the same time. 

He lets out a low yawn, rubbing the sleep off his face as much as he can with his free arm, before looking over, all of him stupefied and hazy with sleep. 

He smiles softly when his favorite view in the world is no longer blurred, his heart beating in a flurrying thump badum thump badum, and his stomach flipping in a dizzying woosh at the sight of you and Jack curled up together. Your back is to Jack’s chest as his arms curled around you, and your foot tucked just so under Robby’s ankle to keep tethered to earth. 

It makes his heart melt, knowing you wanted to hold onto him even while you’re still in dreams. Your consciousness floated away somewhere, completely unaware of everything else but the comfort and safety that the two men that are with you provide. 

As lithe and fast as he is, Robby is still two hundred something pounds and over six feet tall. So even on the rare days he gets to stay in and sleep with you, he tries to be as careful as he can be as he regretfully leaves the bed you share. 

He hates it, leaving the two of you. He really wants to stay in bed and kiss you two awake, but he’s been waiting for ages to do this for you, with you.

And as much as he’s enjoyed reuniting with you in more ways than one, few and far between were the days where he simply got to do something just because he wanted to do it.

“Shh, shh, shh…” He coos softly, as his big, warm hand cradles your face and caresses your brow bone softly with a calloused thumb. Knowing you’re still far too deep to reveal your eyes to him, he gently coaxes you further back into your dreams. 

Softly pressing a kiss to where his thumb had just been, he adjusts the thousand thread count blankets – and with a gentle squeeze to Jack’s bicep, he reluctantly tears away his adoring gaze to get started on his surprise - breakfast in bed. 

There’s a slight draft in the brownstone’s kitchen that chills Robby’s skin, but it doesn’t bother him. The hospital was always far colder than this. And yet, even with you in the other side, he feels warmed all over by you. 

He can’t explain the feeling that blooms through him as he mills about the kitchen, as bare feet softly pad about the tiled floor while he gathers all he needs to make breakfast. He truly tries to be as quiet as possible, cursing himself as he rattles the cutlery drawer with his hip. 

A familiar song is whispered from Robby’s lips as he works. And for a moment, he thinks – he hadn’t been religious for a time longer than he can remember, but he knew he had to believe in a higher power when his life became more colorful with you in it. He knows Jack would agree. 

Strawberry studded pancakes are stacked on your favorite plate set, and Robby grumbles at how some of them are so not uniform. He turns to the other counter, where he preps the French press to make enough coffee for the three of you. 

There’s something about the smell that brings him back to the days of his med school youth, where he could barely get through the day without the caffeine. Nowadays, he’s happy to be dragged along by you to whatever the latest coffee shop was, and only a little begrudgingly pay for, in his opinion, overpriced coffees and sweet treats. 

Dishwashing is left for later, wanting the two of you to wake up to the breakfast spread on the tray that was sourced at a vintage market you had dragged him to months ago. 

As his surprises for you normally tend to go, they always get found out somehow. 

Just as he places the dish towel back on the counter after drying his hands, a sound by the kitchen’s threshold snaps his eyes to the door. The sight of you wearing his shirt and looking so disheveled melts his heart, even more so than the whipped cream used on you last night. 

“Robby…” You mumble, making grabby hands as you reach out for him while walking over. “Hey…what’re you doin’ up so early, huh?” He whispers, practically scooping you up in his arms and off the floor. He’s that much taller than you, and the way you gasp always makes him chuckle low in his chest. Robby kisses the crown of your head softly, letting you seek safety from the cold of the world that’s yet to wake up. 

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s held you like this - just because he wanted to, just because he could. Just you and him and nothing else or no one else in the world. Holding you always makes him feel like you’d always belonged in his arms. 

“Went to the bathroom,” your voice is muffled on his chest, “you weren’ there anymore.” 

You meant the bed, he knew it. And the way you say his name with a sleepy moan in that lilt of your voice makes Robby’s heart tighten only a little. 

“Go back to bed, honey. Bringin’ us breakfast.” He kisses your head again when you whine, urging you to go along, “go on, doc’s orders.” 

Only when he gently swats your behind do you listen to him. 

Robby follows close behind with said breakfast, smiling as he watches you crawl back into bed and Jack’s arm, resuming the same position as before. Jack was always the big spoon, and you were the little spoon. 

Seeing the two of you cuddled up again makes Robby feel only a little guilty for making such a big deal out of something so trite, but he figures that the array of food will more than make up for it. 

“Room service is ready, you two.” He wheedles, settling the breakfast tray on the side table that’s on your side of the bed. 

Robby only rolls his eyes a little, clearly cognizant that both of you are purposefully ignoring him, wanting to sleep as much as possible on a rare day off. But the smell of the coffee and sugar practically teased you both awake. 

He supports his weight on his arms by caging you protectively, arm on either side of you. 

“Come on, up you get.” He murmurs against the warm skin of your shoulder, slowly working his way up and places a kiss on your temple - stealing one, two, three smooches. 

The small commotion stirs Jack awake, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He blindly grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with his hand on top of yours and a small squeeze follows. 

“Mm, do we have to?” 

“Yeah, you do.” 

Breakfast is quiet and syrupy slow for the most part. Robby is more than happy to sit back in bed, breakfast tray in his lap as the food and coffee is shared between you three. 

Plans are made but very few of them end up happening. At least not right away they do. But the day starts of slow, the warmth of twilight still keeping you three tucked away. 

With the tray and plates set aside, the three of you settle into bed once more. You’re in the middle, with Robby and Jack on either side of you. This time, Robby is the big spoon while you face Jack, holding onto his hand after sharing a saccharine kiss. 

It’s always been easier to sleep this way, the weight of them with you reminding you that they’re real and that you weren’t stupid at all to have fallen for them both. 

The rumble of Robby’s chest as he slowly falls back asleep lulls you back to your dreams, Jack scooching over to be close to you while he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. 

There’s the sound of a car alarm going off in the distance, but you’re far too sleepy to care. 

– 

The shrill beep of the snooze button set for the umpteenth time snatches you awake. 

For a moment, you forget where you are. But the fact that your joints crack as you stand up from the overused bed makes you realize where you are as you look around. 

The call room. 

Your dream was just that, a dream. 

You let out a sigh as you walk towards the door and motion to grab the doorknob, willing yourself to walk back out into the chaos. But you bang your forehead on the door softly, unwilling to face the very unreal fantasy on the other side. 

What were you gonna do? 

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© espressheauxs, 2025

Okay so this is what I have in mind for fics in the next few weeks:

- 5 moments with Jack Abbot: the one where he knew he was going to like you, the three where he gets to know you, and the one that seals the deal for him (let’s be real this man is down bad so they’re all seals the deal moments but ykwim) Jack Abbot x Dottoressa!reader

- fake boyfriend! Michael Robinavitch: trying to avoid a weirdo at the bar, you insert yourself at Michael’s booth with the rest of his colleagues, glued to his side as if you belonged there the whole time, an interesting arrangement ensues. (Fwb/fake dating)

- maybe a (n)sfw alphabet for each? is there a template to follow that y’all know of?

That’s all I have for now I’m afraid. But I’d love to Drabble and talk some brain rot in between :)

Do I write a fake boyfriend!robby situation? It’ll be very fluffy and very cute.

5:45 A.M || michael robinavitch

summary : before the rest of the world is even awake, Robby likes to steal a few more minutes of sleep.

warnings: none. just a slow and sweet drabble

pairing : michael “robby” robinavitch x fem!reader

a/n : if I see you reposting, stealing, feeding my FICS into AI or some other fuck shit, don’t. 👀🫵🏽

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SOMETIME IN THE EARLY MORNING, when the sky is still in its inky blue-gray hues, Robby opens his eyes.

He looks over to the nightstand next to his bed and groans slightly as he awkwardly reaches for his phone to check the time.

He sees the time - 5:45 in the morning, and the alarm you asked him to set just below to go off at 6:15.

Robby blinks a few times, trying not to yawn too loudly as the phone awkwardly clatters back onto the side table after he turns the alarm off.

Just because he had to get up early doesn’t mean you had to. But you insisted because you wanted to make him breakfast before he left.

He looks over to you and smiles softly, a small huff escaping his lips. You’re still asleep, hair mussed and lips puffed out as you breathe softly.

The irony of you wanting to get up before him makes his chest rumble, you were not a morning person whatsoever.

He likes watching you like this, when you’re still somewhere between awake and asleep.

It makes his heart bloom with a warmth he hasn’t known in a long time – but with you, he feels safe to want everything with you.

Robby scoots closer into the middle of the bed. One of his arms sneaks underneath your side, while using the other free hand, big and warm in comparison to yours that always ran cold, to scoop you up into his embrace.

He pats the back of your thigh softly as his other arm holds you close to him, shushing into your ear softly.

Robby slings one of your legs softly over his waist, your foot from your leg that’s against his side tucked just under his leg to keep warm.

He knows he doesn’t have long before he has to get up and make coffee for the both of you, but he loves being like this more than anything.

Tucked in under the warmth of the comforter and your love, Robby moves to lie on his back so you’re more comfortable and he can keep himself wrapped around you. Like he wanted to protect you from the rest of the world. Like the only thing he knew for certain how to do was love you.

Your sleepy moan perforates the hushed silence, and Robby mumbles low in his throat with that syrupy slow morning drawl of his,

“Go back to sleep f’me, sweet’art.”

There’s only a hum from you, eyes still heavy and laden with sleep as your hand dances under his shirt, lightly scratching his side lovingly before tucking that too to keep warm.

Sleep comes back to Robby easily.

Yeah, the coffee can wait.

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© espressheauxs, 2025