Thepittfanfic Stories

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.

Dr. Isadora Bravo is a pageant queen, a sorority sister, a former Crimsonette, and most importantly, one hell of a doctor. A woman stuck between helping the helpless and wanting to create versions of people they can love, she steps into The Pitt as a second-year resident on Halloween, ready for chaos, carnage, and letting herself decide once and for all, emergency medicine, or plastics. What she isn't ready for? Dennis Whitaker. The Pitt has a way of testing everyone who walks through its doors, and Isadora quickly learns that survival means more than medical skill. In a place where fear and adrenaline rule, falling in love might be the most dangerous thing of all.

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

nine night of matter, black flowers blossom, fearless on my breath, black flowers blossom, fearless on my breath. ── teardrop. massive attack & elizabeth fraser. dennis whitaker x trans male!oc 10/30/25 - 00/00/00. cover made by buck (@WAST3LANDBABY) naturalbornkillerz © 2025.