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G's Blurb Night!!

Synopsis: Hello! I've decided to have another blurb night/week. Below are prompt lists you can choose from as well as the list of characters I write for! I'll be posting these throughout the week as I get them done as well as my other fics :)

Prompts Lists: Settling the Dust || Caring for the Sick || Pregnancy Prompts || SMUT :)

Note: when you send in a request, please specify what list you're picking from!

Characters: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Dr. Jack Abbot, Dr. Brendon Park, Nurse Jesse Van Horn, Dr. John Carter, Andrew "Pope" Cody

kiraavi

#need that old man BIBICALLY

medusasfics

PITTFANDOM HATES BRANDON PARK LEAVE US ALONE FETICHIST BITCH

Excuse me? What the fuck are you on about?

#literally where the fuck did they get that #i swear some of yall be living with your eyes glued shut

brothers this zoloft has me fucking ZOOMING

i’m sorry for being so MIA lately! I’ve been enjoying my time being home (iykyk) but I’m ready to get to writing!!!

send in requests if ya got em:)

adulting is finally liking berries after years of having an aversion to them

#now i still don’t fuck with raspberries but me and strawberries are tight

i’m sorry but ella and belmont have zero chemistry

#its like watching paint dry #off campus #also i’m tired of seeing that man’s TOES

robbyshelmet

half a foot forward and yall could make out on that bike, old men

gretavanferal

my close personal friends greta van fleet are back on their pissing me the fuck off bullshit like oh my god don’t start

throwing in my two cents here (not that anyone asked for it)

so we know that Jack only did 6 years in the military before he got hurt. We also know that he’s in his “40s”. Based on that i’ve come to this conclusion/timeline for his service

2004, age 18: joins the army, more than likely as a combat medic, aka 68W (though i would argue he could’ve been an 11B, infantryman)

2004-2010, ages 18-24: service time. I’m going to estimate that he did probably 2 deployments during that time. Probably spent time in both Iraq and Afghanistan. I’m going to say based on time and job, probably Afghanistan most of the time.

2010, age 24: gets into some sort of accident, probably an IED, loses his leg. Probably has a purple heart or a bronze star.

2010s: decides to go to med school

#the pitt #dr abbot #jack abbot #dr jack abbot

so homeboy did one contract and got blown up

#the pitt #dr abbot #jack abbot

alpacinosgf

"I have seen so many people die, that I feel like it's leaching something from my soul"

#just a man and his baby cow eyes against the world #dr robby

hi hi! Is there a part 2 to is it casual now? Loveeee your writing by the way 🫶🏼

no. and if i’m being honest, idk if there will be

Shawn Hatosy. . . you’re a whore.

#SINCE WHEN DID THIS BECOME A WHORE HOUSE???#shawn hatosy

It was a simple message. A voicemail. You knew you should’ve taken the five minutes to answer the phone, but you were so damn mad at him. You couldn’t even remember what the fight was about, probably about his mother again. That was usually the root of all your problems, especially as of late.

“Hey, I know you’re mad at me but I. . . I need to tell you that I love you. This job we’re doing. . . it’s risky. I’m not sure if. . . I love you, Y/N.”

You had called Pope relentlessly once you heard the voicemail. His strained voice. Typically, when he worked jobs he left you in the dark. He wanted you as far removed from it as he could possibly get you. The less you knew, the better, in case the police came sniffing around. But you had a feeling. Something deep, and sick in your gut as you listened to that voicemail over and over. You quickly clocked out of work, jumping in your car and driving over to the Cody house.

You barely put the car in park, jumping out and running into the house. Craig’s voice was loud, and you could hardly make out what he was saying. Deran was pacing by the door. J had his head down and Smurf. . . for the first time in your life, you saw Smurf scared.

“What the hell happened?” You asked. Your hand quickly went to your stomach. “Where is he?” Deran and Craig shared a look, before Deran said.

“They took him.”