#er au

[ashafox]

Emergency room au :]

Alfred and Matthew are nicknamed the ‘trauma twins’ because they’re very good trauma doctors yet inflict it equally among the staff

[samaraofira]

Part 1 of John Carter: Into The Pitt Series

The New Intern

PTMC Emergency Department, 6.00 AM

Jack Abbot fixed his eyes into a photo frame on the memorial wall.

PTMC Front Line Heroes

Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

1973 - 2026

Today 3 years ago, his work-buddy for more than 20 years died on his sabbatical trip to Alberta. The ER suddenly stop running when Dana recieved the call and drop the news to the people. Only silence in the room. No one moved or made a sound, not even a single beep can be heard. Abbot felt as if he had just lost both of his legs, unable to feel the ground beneath.

"I miss you, buddy. For a hundred reasons, I told you that trip would never work but you never listened. Goddamn Robby, we miss you here and you're smiling like an idiot. Must be nice, finally reuniting with Adamson up there," Abbot laughed to himself, eyes still lingering on the photo of Robby smiling widely.

Abbot put his things in his locker and headed straight to the roof. Yes, he had switched to the day shift after Robby left. And yes, old habits never die. He still went to the roof before or after his shift. He feels closest to Robby up there, his way to find comfort, find balance.

"Dr. Abbot! Good morning, Sir," Dennis Whitaker, now a senior resident, found Abbot on the roof. He knows where to find Robby or Abbot when they were nowhere to be found.

"We have new intern today, Sir,"

"Hey, Whitaker. Alright, show him the ER before pre-brief. I'll meet you down there in minutes,"

"Ay-ay, Capt!" Whitaker smiled widely, before he read his attending and suddenly realize.

"How are you today, Dr. Abbot?"

Abbot knew where will the question goes and gave Whitaker a warm smile, "Well, it's been three years. Memories come and everything goes autopilot. And how about you? How are you today, Dr. Whitaker?"

"Still can't say I forgive you for risking his life and left us just like that. I miss him, though. We miss him,"

Whitaker left the roof and Abbot stayed for couple minutes. He looked up the sky that already bright and smile, "See you later, Robby,"

Abbot walked down the ER and found some staffs already gathering near the nurse station for pre-brief.

"This is Nurse Dana Evans, you can call her Dana. She is the charge nurse, leads the ER, so always listen to her. And the most important person," Whitaker and the new intern stop walking and stand across Abbot.

"Dr. Jack Abbot, our day shift attending and the chief of ED. Anything happen, always report to him. He is a great doctor, you will learn a lot from him. And Dr. Abbot, this is our new intern,"

Abbot and the new intern, they locked eyes on each other. He froze. Abbot feels like he traveled back to his first day as intern at PTMC.

"So, you are Jack Abbot the new intern? I'm Michael Robinavitch, second year resident. You can call me Robby or whatever you want to call me. Let's work together,"

"Good day, Dr. Abbot. I'm John Carter, intern of emergency medicine. Pleasure to be here,"

-Cont-

Read Part 2

[toodizzy4this]

I saw @ashafox au and I draw, okay?(if you see this I’m gonna get so embarrassed.)

[backonmybullsht]

Benton Carter boarding school AU mood board

[art-by-jas]

Carter surprising reader with flowers for Valentine’s Day when? 💌

Carter walks into the hospital holding a small bouquet. He approaches you with a smile and extends the flowers as a Valentine's Day surprise gift. "Happy Valentine's Day!" he says with noticeable enthusiasm.

You are caught off guard by the thoughtful gesture, smiling brightly as you accept the flowers. "Carter, these are beautiful," you thank him, admiring the vibrant colors of the bouquet. "You didn't have to do this."

Carter shrugs lightly, a warm smile still on his face. "I wanted to. You deserve it," he replies. "I know you've been working hard lately, and I thought these could make your day a little better."

He watches you admiring the flowers, his gaze taking in the vibrant colors reflected in your eyes. "They're not as beautiful as you," he adds quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

Your cheeks flush slightly, a mix of surprise and shyness at his compliment. "You can't just say things like that, Carter," you chide playfully, unable to suppress a smile. "You'll make me blush."

As you tease him, a moment of silence falls between you. With a hint of a smile, Carter's eyes flick down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze. Slowly, he leans in towards you, his intention clear.

"Maybe that's the point," he murmurs before pressing his lips gently against yours in a sweet and tender kiss.

The touch of his lips against yours sends a jolt of electricity through you. You close your eyes, savoring the moment as you melt into the kiss. For a few seconds, everything else seems to fade away.

As the kiss ends, he pulls away just slightly, a soft smile still on his lips. "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers, his voice breathy.

You take a moment to catch your breath. "You do know how to make a girl feel special," you reply, a hint of teasing in your voice. "These flowers and that kiss... You're pretty smooth, Carter."

He chuckles softly, a hint of a smug grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I aim to please," he says playfully, stepping closer to you. "And I think I might have a few more tricks up my sleeve." He leans in again, his voice dropping, "But those will be for later."

"Later?" you manage to ask excitedly. "What exactly do you have planned...?"

He simply smirks in response, enjoying the way he can make you flustered. "You'll just have to wait and see," he teases, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Before the conversation could take a more playful turn, Benton's voice calling down the hallway interrupts the moment. "Carter!" Benton's stern voice echoes, demanding his attention.

Carter sighs, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from you. "Duty calls," he mumbles, his expression tinged with disappointment.

He turns back to you, his expression softening as he meets your eyes again. "Love you. But I have to go," he says, before quickly giving you one more brief kiss on the cheek.

Your heart flutters. "Love you too," you reply softly, watching as he reluctantly walks away to meet Benton.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

A/N: I'm gonna warn you ahead of time, this is gonna be unhinged as fuck. Just stay with me ok. There's not enough fics about Noah Wyle characters (I was the bitch complaining about it like three days ago), so I'm gonna start mashing shit together so I can enjoy them all.

Very "Marvel What If?" ish, if that makes sense. So, here we go.

WHAT IF... Aliens took over the world while John Carter was working as an ER attending at County General and this all happened while his friend from residency, Jack Abbot, came to visit him between deployments, and he meets you but you confuse him for your husband Tom Mason? [aka I’m taking John Carter and shoving him into the Falling Skies universe, but because I know The Pitt better than ER I’m mixing up the staff at County General with Pitt characters] [aka aka I saw a pictures of Noah Wyle and Shawn Hatosy in an apocalypse AU and it altered my DNA]

John Carter x F!Reader; mentioned Tom Mason x F!Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death and destruction, the world ended, uhhh description of mild injuries, that's really it for this one

Word Count: 1,646

The world ended.

It happened suddenly, without warning, and it came from the sky. The fucking sky. Carter never spent a lot of time wondering how the world would end. If someone had forced him to guess though, aliens would’ve been very, very low on the list. Thinking back, he was pretty sure the staff once held a bet about the end of the world. Somebody had bet on aliens, but Carter couldn’t remember who. Maybe Jerry? Whoever it was earned a hell of a pretty penny.

Not that money mattered anymore.

Carter peered around the tipped over car he was hiding behind. There wasn’t any motion he could see, but there was still skittering in the distance. Too close for comfort. He locked his jaw and rechecked his weapon. He still hadn’t gotten used to the weight of a gun in his hands. Prior to the end of the fucking world, he had never held one before. A shotgun for skeet shooting, sure, but this was different.

The sound of steps grew more pronounced. Carter stiffened where he sat. Every muscle freezing as his breath caught in his throat. He had only gone head-to-head with the aliens a few times. Hell, he could count the encounters on one hand. Obviously, Carter considered himself lucky to be able to claim that, but the doctor in him was still curious. The anatomy alone was so unusual. A head that reminded him of a sea creature, maybe a squid, a torso similar to humans with only two arms, but connected to six legs with tripod-like feet.

Roaches. Skitters. Cooties. They had all sorts of names. Some more clever than others.

Shuffling became more pronounced, only a few feet away, and Carter peered around the car once more, this time with his gun raised and ready. His aim landed on Abbot who huffed in response. His friend looked worse for wear. His wavy, brown hair messier than usual and his features still showcased the highlights from the last brawl he was in—a busted lower lip and dark bruising under his right eye. Unlike himself, Abbot seemed built for this new world. It was probably his recent deployment overseas as a combat medic. Carter counted his blessings that the end of the world came when Abbot was back in the states visiting him on leave.

“You know how pissed I’d be if you fucking shot me?” Abbot snorted. Carter tucked the pistol back into its holster and rose to his full height as Abbot passed him. “You turned on your safety, right?”

“Course I did.” Carter replied. Behind his friend’s back, he checked his gun and flipped the safety when he realized it was off. “What’d you find?”

“Nothing good. Place was ransacked of any useful supplies. Almost ran into a couple of scabs though a few blocks down.” Scabs, or scabies, were what their little group had gotten accustomed to calling the creatures which was less creative and more a testament to their science focused minds. “Fuckers are getting closer and closer to us.”

Fuckers was their other name for the creatures—less creative or scientific and more a testament to their rage.

“We’re running out of everything other than medical supplies.” Carter commented as he caught up to match Abbot’s stride. The upside of making base in the ER was it left most of the hospital to be scoured. Carter would never complain about their stash of medicine, but he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t trade an absurd amount of it for a hot, well-cooked meal. God, he was starting to miss the cafeteria food at this point. “Any ideas for that?”

“We can make the med students eat gauze.” Abbot offered, unhelpful. “Save us three shares right there.”

“You’re just pissed Whitaker stepped on your prosthetic this morning.”

“I can’t exactly take it to get fixed if he fucks it up.”

“He apologized.” Carter chuckled, but Abbot just huffed. “C’mon. You can’t stay mad at him. He looks like a kicked puppy.”

“More like the ghost of some Victorian era child that drowned at sea.”

Carter laughed but quickly bit back the sound knowing it wasn’t safe to make so much noise. He shook his head with a small grin. “The point is, you should cut the kid some slack.”

“I didn’t kill him this morning, did I?” Abbot retaliated with a scoff.

They reached the mouth of the alley that would take them to the back of County General’s ER. It was blocked off by a couple dumpsters, a car, and a few other bulky items they had been able to push together. The other entrance into the ER had been barricaded closed entirely. An attempt to control access to their makeshift camp.

“Heya, docs. Please tell me you’re bringing lunch.” Olsen called out from where he sat on watch.

Abbot snorted, “Does it look like I’m carrying supplies?”

Olsen let out a low whistle as Abbot slid past the barrier and down the alley. He met Carter’s eyes, “He’s in a mood.”

“That’s his baseline.” Carter replied. He paused, “Hey, who bet on aliens for that end of the world pool? Was it Jerry?”

“Nah, Jerry bet on mole people.” Olsen hummed. “I don’t remember who put money down on aliens. I guessed asteroid. Just take us all fuckin’ out.” He snapped his fingers. “Like that.”

Carter gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading in. Maybe it would’ve been better if whatever apocalyptic disaster had just ended humanity. It was a grim thought, but everything was grim these days. Death wasn’t new to Carter. That’s what he told himself.

Every time they lost someone, he’d try to pretend it was just another work day—just another patient. But, it wasn’t. The faces he was losing were ones he knew. Ones he loved. Just last week they lost Julie. She worked in med-surg. Carter hadn’t met her until the world ended.

Julie was sweet. Funny. No local family, but a sister who lived in upstate New York, and she had been studying and applying to move to the ICU. It was a stray bullet that had taken her. Not even fighting against the scabs. It had been a pair of guys, trying to rob a small group of them as they were out scouting, and it had gone badly.

They had enough time to bring her back to County General. Carter worked on her for over an hour. It hadn’t been enough.

Death was still death, but Carter was getting worse at pretending like it didn’t fucking ruin him.

“Carter!”

As he passed what used to be the physician lounge, McKay stepped out to grab his attention. He turned to greet his second-year resident. Though, none of them were his residents anymore he supposed. The red head motioned for him to walk with her.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, but while you were gone we picked up someone new.”

Carter furrowed his brow, “New?” Seven months ago they were actively looking for strangers to save. That had stopped about two months back when it burned them—bad. “Who went out—”

“No one went out.” McKay shook her head. “She came here. Limped up to the barrier. We’re thinking it’s a high ankle sprain. I wrapped it up, gave her some Percocet, and a liter of LR.” Carter couldn’t help but give a soft chuckle as McKay inadvertently gave him a patient check out. She seemed to catch herself and shook her head. “Sorry, anyways, she said she was in Montana when everything went to shit.”

Carter’s eyes widened, “Montana??”

“Yeah, and she’s making her way to Boston. Trying to, at least.”

“Jesus Christ.”

McKay was leading him back to one of the trauma rooms. Through the doors' windows he could see a woman lying on the bed. Carter ran a hand through his hair and stopped outside.

“She’s alone?”

“As far as we can tell.” McKay hesitated with her hand on the door. “She says she’s alone, and we haven’t noticed anyone lingering around outside.”

Carter blew out a breath and nodded once. McKay pushed the door open and went in first. He followed a step behind her. As he did, you sat up on the bed—attached to an IV pole with a bag of LR that was nearly empty. As McKay had said, your ankle was wrapped up and based on your sluggish movement it had been a higher dose of Percocet.

Locking eyes with him, he heard you suck in a sharp breath. Carter didn’t get a chance to say a word. You leapt off the bed, nearly toppling to the ground with heavy and injured limbs, and he watched in shock as you ripped the IV from your arm. McKay cried out and rushed over to help you, but you shoved past her and made a beeline to him. Carter grunted when your body slammed into his—arms locked tightly around his neck. He had no choice but to wrap his own arms around your body to keep you from slumping to the floor.

Carter opened his mouth, to question you or McKay or the universe itself, but you pulled your head back just enough to roughly press your lips to his. His eyes widened as your warm, chapped lips slotted against his. The kiss lasted only a few seconds. Not long enough for Carter to understand or appreciate the moment of softness.

You pulled back to stare at him. Pretty eyes clouded with confusion as the exhaustion was growing more clear on your features.

“Uh, hi.” Carter breathed, still holding you.

Exhaustion crumpled into heartbreak, and he was alarmed at the agony taking hold as tears collected at your waterline. You shook your head and mumbled, voice broken and pained, “You’re not Tom.”

[dreamerdrop]

surprisingly somewhat lengthy bentoncarter omegaverse thoughts, given that i’m not really that into omegaverse stuff to begin with…

in short: omega!carter with issues & beta!benton who carter feels safe with and is attached to specifically because benton is NOT an alpha.

i’m still very attached to the idea of omega john carter er who has hormonal imbalances caused by abuse of suppresants throghout his life, who is terrified of having a heat, ever, and is even more terrified of being anywhere near an alpha during a heat because he was taken advantage of as a child during his first juvenile heat.

… and beta peter benton, who is not an alpha, and is very grateful to not be an alpha because of all that heat and rut and pheremone bullshit just seems very headache inducing to him… he also has an extremely dim view of the kind of obnoxious alphas that try to throw their alpha status around like it means anything outside of the bedroom.

but, for some inexplicable reason, being near benton causes carters hormones to go crazy, and in the midst of a demanding schedule (and carter neglecting to tell anyone he’s an omega on a strict regime of suppresants) during his surgery rotation, carter skips one-too-many doses of his suppresants, and goes into a really, really bad heat.

and he won’t let anyone near him except benton.

which is half because he wants to have benton’s babies, sure, who wouldn’t— but also because benton is SAFE. benton won’t hurt him. won’t take advantage of him. everything in carter’s heat fogged brain just screams at him that benton is the safest person in the entire world, and the only person who should ever be allowed near him in this state again.

he does also want to have benton’s babies, though. which is unlikely to actually happen because a) carter has fertility issues caused by the prolonged abuse of suppresants, b) beta’s have a low chance of impregnation of omegas to begin with, and c) benton isn’t fucking him while he’s in heat because carter is delirious and not thinking straight.

… after the heat passes and carter is coherent and can actually talk things out, they might consider an arrangement. it’s not like benton is likely to get carter pregnant even when he is in heat, anyway.

(kerry weaver convinces carter and benton to let her write a research paper on the statisically near impossible pregnancy that occurs.)

[moonriselabyrinth]

i NEED hucklerobby fics with michael robinavitch is john carter AUs please 😫