Drrobby Stories

Savannah Nowak knew she was lucky. Not that many others would see it that way. Abandoned as a newborn by her teen parents to be raised by her grandparents and a cluster of loving and wacky surrogate aunts. At twenty-four, she is finally starting a life of her own. Her first day of residency, however, comes to a screeching halt when she meets her new boss, and she greets him not with the respectful greeting of a well-raised young woman but with a "Holy f******* shit!" Yeah, this was going to turn out fan-fricken-tastic.

Frankie Robinavitch has probably spent more time in the ER than she's spent in her own house. Doing homework in the waiting room, sleeping on the staff room couches, playing Nintendo in the stairwell. Waiting and waiting and waiting for the end of her dad's shift, where he'd finally hang up his stethoscope and really become her dad. Frankie is used to making sacrifices for his work. School recitals with empty seats, birthday parties cut short, disappointments stacked higher than the Empire State Building. She's the most understanding twelve-year-old in the world. That's what everyone says, anyway. So, on the anniversary of the worst day of her dad's life, she's ready to make a few more adjustments.

Took inspiration from lots of ao3 Pitt /Dr Robby shorts. Tried to write something's little longer. As always, just written so I could read it back and enjoy my own crap!

You, Katrina Sparks, are a paramedic. Your cool demeanor, accurate assessments and unorthodox treatments catch Robby's attention first then Jack's. It doesn't hurt that you're stunning. But they can't be distracted by you when they have been not so patiently waiting for their third soulmate. The name that's been scrawled across Robby's ribs and Jack's thigh forever. But damn are you tempting. This fic depicts a three-way soulmate bond between two males and one female. If this will bother you do not read. This story features a named reader. You are still you, you just have the name I gave you. I do not even pretend this is close to medically accurate.

"Your hands aren't on the wheel 'Cause you're just staring at me like you're not convinced that I am real And now we're at one eighty And I can finally see." THE PITT Dr. Jack Abbot x FEM!oc

I cannot seem to to contort myself back into the shape of a dutiful child. I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone.

Yaneisy is a calm-under-pressure paramedic with a sarcastic but addicting personality and has a habit of staying emotionally detached, but what happens when Dr. Mel King meets this paramedic and throws her off her cool. Now Yaneisy finds herself navigating through more than just medical emergencies while Mel struggles to focus on more than just her work. But in an environment that moves fast and stays emotionally locked down, how will these two professionals find time to think about each other? !!This is a WLW story!!

Dr. Robinavitch was no stranger to a transferring doctor, or new student doctors. But none of them have stuck out to him quite like Cecelia. When Dr. Cecelia Torres transfers from Chicago Northwestern Memorial to the emergency department at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, she's ready for the pace, the pressure, the sleepless rhythm of the ER. What she isn't ready for is Dr. Michael Robinavitch. He is intuitive where she is precise, impulsive where she is controlled. Their first encounter leaves a mark, the kind that lingers long after the shift ends. What starts as quiet competition deepens into something neither of them fully names. The long hours, the charged silences, the way their hands brush in passing. All of it builds toward something unspoken. Beneath the sterile lights and endless noise of the hospital, a different kind of pulse begins to take hold, one that draws them closer with every patient, every breath, until obsession feels almost like inevitability. But they couldn't possibly, could they? boyiscorrupt © 2025

the first time I tasted somebody else's spit, I had a coughing fit / I mistakenly called them by your name / I was let down it wasn't the same. { book one of stolen guides series } { jack abbot x fem!oc } { the pitt season 1-? } { by riotsuns 2025 }

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.

"what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind? one slip and falling back into the hedge maze oh what a way to die" - The Pitt S1-? - Frank Langdon x FemOC!

You make it so easy to love. THE PITT, MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH. 2025 © FEARCRIERS. COVER BY BAYPORTS.

(PAUSED UNTIL SEASON 2) Two doctors. One emergency room. A rivalry forged in pressure and precision begins to fracture when a mass casualty event leaves one of them wounded-and the other unable to walk away. In a world of war stories and white coats, some battles are personal. [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Aidan Solanki x Dr. Jack Abbott

this isn't a love story in straight lines; it's a story that slowly unravels [Michael "Robby" Robinavitch ✗ Female!OC ✗ Jack Abbott]

Welcome to the night shift. Nothing makes sense, and everyone's a little sleep-deprived. In The Night Shift: Tales from The Pitt, each chapter drops you into a new late-night adventure inside Pittsburgh Trauma's legendary ER. Whether it's thermostat wars, code blues that turn into dance-offs, or Shen declaring himself "King of the Blankets," one thing is guaranteed: chaos. Follow Dr. Jack Abbot, Dr. Emery Walsh, Dr. Parker Ellis, and Dr. John Shen-your favorite overcaffeinated disaster crew-as they stumble through the weirdest hours of the hospital clock. Packed with sarcastic banter, emotional whiplash, and a suspicious amount of snack-based sabotage, this one-shot collection brings the unhinged brilliance of the night shift to life, one ridiculous shift at a time. One ER. Four night goblins. Zero chill. Literally.

Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies.

wishing i was someone else, feeling sorry for myself when i remembered someone's kid is dead the pitt. JOHN SHEN © 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖞𝖘

An ER shift is never sunshine and rainbows-but today feels like a descent straight into chaos. Follow Dr. Tara Javadi as she battles through the madness, finding moments of comfort and connection in the unlikeliest places. "You're like one of those flowers that grows through concrete," he says. Tara scoffs. "Did you just call me a weed?" "No-the pretty yellow kind." "Oh. A dandelion?" [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Tara Javadi x Dr. Jack Abbott