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Header made by @adampage for my bday! Icon by @toranekooo Von, She/Her/They , 18+, 34 I used to like pro wrestling now I’m deep into The Pitt. Feel free to send asks about my fics!

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Masterlist

THE PITT:

Mortician!Reader

Jack Abbot x Mortician!Reader

Overprotective Jack

Death Before Decaf

Staring Contest

Birthday Card

Michael Robinavitch x Mortician!Reader

Robby and Bones Dynamic

Motorcycle Scare Drabble

Staring Contest

Animal Kingdom:

Noir!Pope Codyx Femme Fatale!Reader

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“I’m so sorry detective. But I’m afraid I don’t know a thing about your missing bo.” The sultry voice of the lounge singer would have normally been music to the gumshoe’s ears on any normal night, but his case was turning out to be a wild goose chase and all his leads were vanishing into thin air. The dame before him had answers. But they were locked up tight behind perfectly crimson lips. “Now you see the thing is, I know you’re lying doll face.” The detective called her bluff as he sat cockily across in the dimly lit corner of the speakeasy. “Our missing man was quite the regular lush. Often coming in every other night. The drink here is good, I’ll admit. But word has it, he had his eyes on another tall drink of water.” “A lot of men come here for many things detective. I come here to do my job.” The woman was unshakable as the insinuation was laid before her. A steady hand lifting a cigarette to her lips but before the man sitting across from her could offer a light, a hand from beside her was already prepared. Always waiting. Always anticipating her needs. “Thank you Andrew.” The gentle thanks given to the stoic man who stood as vigilant guard beside her. Andrew “Pope” Cody. The enforcer of the club. Anywhere she went, he was never too far behind. To anyone else he was just a great big ape. But to her, he was her sweet Andrew. The question was, was she holding out on info in fear of him. Or on behalf of him. “Pope.” The detective nodded placidly at the other man. Everyone in town and probably a few towns over had known how volatile the Cody’s were, and just how hot blooded the oldest could be. Especially when it came to that dame he was keen on. “He bothering you?” To most people, Andrew Cody was a man of few words. He often let his actions, his fists, and his guns do the talking for him. But with her, he didn’t mind so much. “Nothing more than usual I suppose.” The jest was light, but all the occupants in the area of conversation knew that all she need do was batt her eyes and he was bounced. “I really am sorry about your missing man. But I really don’t know a thing. Do you know how many men come here to look and listen? But I pay them no mind.” It was all part of the job. She was hired to sing pretty and look prettier. Anything to keep the men in longer and spend their paper on drinks that were more and more watered down throughout the night with them none the wiser. According to the club owner, she was not much better than a glorified gramophone. “Now if you must excuse me, I’m due for my next song.” Her chair was pulled out for her gracefully as she made her way back towards the stage. The conversation deemed over and another clue lead towards a dead end the bitter burn of liquor and failure was on the detectives tongue was hard to swallow as he was about to pack up and leave before her next set. “That dope. Had to toss him out a week ago. The boss wasn’t a fan of his loose lips.” The information being divulged was such a shock to the PI’s system that he had to reinspect the glass in his hand before slowly staring at Pope Cody in a mix of disbelief and wariness. “He never got so far as a peep in her direction.” He would have never allowed anyone the grace that was her attention. He was a selfish man in that respect. Over his dead body would he share his sweetheart. And for what it was worth, the gumshoe believed him. With his coat thrown on and his hat tipped in the direction of the singer, the detective bid the two secret lovers a silent farewell, off to lurk for another lead. The club slowly filling up with the soft crooning of a love ballad directed towards the man with so much blood on his hands that it could paint the whole town red, by the woman that he would happily commit those crimes for.

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A Concept: Jack Abbot and a Police Dispatcher (or a 911 operator) and it gives him a more personal reason to have a police scanner constantly on at his place when he’s off the clock so he can also hear them when they are at work and just have the security knowing they are safe and even if out of reach, still accessible (not in a creepy way but in a I need to hear your voice to ground me way)

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it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

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Guess who just got a new laptop for her birthdaaaaaaaaay. Which means hopefully she’ll be cranking out more fics in the future (fingers crossed!)

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Pairing: Jack Abbot x Mortician!Reader

Summary: It's the PTMC's Mortician's birthday! And Jack celebrates in the most Jack way possible, much to the horror/amusement of the rest of the Pitt.

A/N: Divider provided by @pixopix. It's my birthday (5/15)! So of course I'm going to do something self indulgent! This isn't good by any means. I wrote this at like 2 am. But screw it, it's my birthday and I do what I want, and I needed a spark to write because my laptop died and I'm stubborn and I might get a new one as a present to myself to actually write more fic!canon Mortician!Reader fics.

"Here. I got something for you." Was said in such a casual natural tone, such a throwaway line, that to the untrained ear at the central hub would have assumed Jack Abbot was offering nothing to one Mortician.

But ears pricked and eyes lasered in on the night shift attending who was leaned up against the counter with what looked like an envelope in his hand.

"What is it?" The recipient of his attention was smiling from ear to ear. No sort of wariness or skepticism on their face. Just genuine surprise and eager curiosity.

"Nothing much." Jack was being humble at first, murmuring low enough to try and maintain an air of nonchalance, but the others who were hovering around observing the scene knew better at this point and were eating it up. This was Jack Abbot being nervous. The unshakable attending Jack Abbot was unsure of himself!

"Just here." His hand shot out and nearly shoved the envelope in their hands.

"A card! Oh you shouldn't have-" Was all that was said as the card was carefully cut from the envelope with such a clean precision that it was no wonder the resident Mortician was the best at what they did.

Their words were cut off as the contents of a card was pulled out and read quietly to themselves.

Jack kept his posture straight and firm as he awaited any sort of response back. Literally anything. He was not so subtly shifting his weight from his good leg to his prosthetic in a rare nervous tick that only those who knew him the best could spot.

Ellis had to bite her lip, she was enjoying seeing him off his game way too much.

Shen took a sip of his iced coffee, just as amused in his own Shen way.

The night shifters had the privilege of witnessing Jack's more bumbling ways of affection than the day shifters had.

Trinity had to catch herself and had physically restrain herself from guffawing and earning the scorn of yet another person on the staff from her more uncouth manner.

Whitaker looked almost in disbelief over the older man's faltering demeanor.

Javadi thought it was all rather adorable but she wouldn't dare put her foot in her mouth and say it out loud. But from the look on her face alone it was obvious how sweet the dynamic was, and to Jack that was probably even worse.

Robby was used to it. He knew his friends so well that these sort of interactions were always happening within the walls of the PTMC, whether the others knew it or not.

Jack was practically sweating bullets under the harsh hospital fluorescents about to beg for any sort of reaction when the object of his affection burst out into joyful laughter. Phew, he let out the breath he wasn't even aware he was holding.

"This is amazing!" He was being praised as the colorful card was displayed for the rest to see.

A birthday card. An adorable glittery depiction of the grim reaper hopping across rocks with the words "Birthdays are like stepping stones to death."

It was morbid. It was grotesque. It was-

"This is perfect! Thank you!" His arm went to scratch the back of his neck once again in a humble manner but also to try and distract himself from the fluttering beat of his own heart. He had done well. All that worry for nothing. He knew the mortician better than anyone else at that hospital and they both knew it. But that wasn't ever going to stop the occasional self-consciousness and doubt. Not when something so important and significant as a birthday was on the line.

"And don't say it was nothing." He was cut off before he could even trying and downplay the gesture. So he kept his mouth shut like the smart man that he was, and took the hint.

"I've got an actual gift for you, but that's for after shift. Figured to at least give you something in the mean time, didn't want you to think I forgot your birthday."

The mention of another gift sent the mortician in to practical hysterics.

"Jack this was already enough! You didn't have to get me anything! You spoil me enough as it is!"

But he wouldn't hear any of it. The man was stubborn and the man liked to spend his money on those he cared about. And he happened to care about this one particular person far more than they were probably aware.

"Too bad. It's already wrapped and everything. It's bad luck to turn down a birthday gift. Deal with it." An all too familiar smug grin was on his face as he now knew he had the upper hand.

"This is going on my desk. Right next to your batman mug." Which for two workaholics who practically lived at the hospital, was practically a declaration of moving in together to the onlookers. And in a way it kind of was.

Everyone knew about the not so secret tea breaks the two shared in that little office underground. It was THEIR thing.

"Jack abbot you angel." Arms wrapped around him in a gentle hug full of adoration and appreciation that he practically melted against the other body and returned it in full.

"Careful, people are gonna think you've gone soft."

"Only for you." He murmured low enough for only them to hear.

"Happy Birthday Sweetheart."

Mortician!Reader

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sometimes i think about wrestlers like i'm a kpop stan and other times i think about them like i'm jack the ripper

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Sorry for the lack of writing. Im on the lookout for a new laptop and hopefully I might just jump the gun and get one tomorrow because I am sorely in need of one.

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I tried to salvage my old ass laptop and unfortunately the battery is shot. Now I gotta go new laptop shopping 😭😭😭 and Im years past being in college so no more student discount for me 😭😭😭

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Sorry for the lack of writing. Im on the lookout for a new laptop and hopefully I might just jump the gun and get one tomorrow because I am sorely in need of one.

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oh the person i will become when this comes out.

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QUINN GOT SHAWN HATOSY TO DO A THING AND IM ABOUT TO BE THE MOST UNHINGED HORNY PERSON EVER!!!

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Soooo I work in death care as an apprentice and for clarification on your mortician reader bc I love and support your fic but am also in mortuary college. A coroner is an elected official and typically it’s the county sheriff that’s the coroner. You might be thinking of the pathologist that’s in the prep room executing autopsies and such. Though they’re not usually a mortician, they go to med school. OR you could have your reader working as an autopsy tech and does mortuary work/embalming as trade work 😎 you see that sometimes in this industry. Just for clarification from someone in the field :D

You mortuary!anon are an absolute icon to me right now and I super appreciate you!!! I was so in over my head when I was googling and researching anything and everything I could during my off time in between my full time job. I just I do your profession some justice and dont like screw it up because it is honestly a very special and respectful profession. Autopsy work! That’s what I was trying to figure out! I just couldnt word it right in my research! I remember seeing something about that but wasnt sure how to then look it up because my googling was ROUGH!

So hell yeah! Thank you so much, you are absolutely so clutch for this and it is decided! Mortician!Reader is a mortician first and foremost and in the future occasionally when the time presents itself (and if a fic idea ever comes along) is an autopsy tech.

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Do you recognize this TV theme song? #499

I know this and can name the series

I know this but can't name the series

I might know this

I've never heard this

Voting ended onApr 15

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Mortician!Reader Advice help!

Ok so like a dummy when I first started the series I didnt realize/forgot that morticians and coroners are two separate things. So I was wondering to spice things up/have more room to work with is it cool if the mortician!reader also moonlights/is cross trained as a coroner? Because apparently it can happen, it’s rare and a lot of work but it can happen. I mean if Jack can work SWAT why can’t the mortician have a second job lol? In rare cases they probably would even work more side by side.

Can the Mortician!Reader also be a coroner?

Yeah! More jobs! More true crime with Jack!

Nah, leave the jobs to Jack

Secret third Von option

Voting ended onApr 16

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you can only do this career for the rest of your life

https://wheelofnames.com/dng-wgq

How are things going?

Great! A job I actually enjoy!

okay. I can put up with this

bad but not terrible

terrible

I don't work/results

Voting ended onApr 13

(this wheel is set in a magical world where all jobs pay enough to support yourself so this is purely about the work you do and not the money)

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