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VICTORIA JAVADI + DENNIS WHITAKER THE PITT [SEASON 2]

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watching the pitt and realizing I’ll literally ship anything:

#inspired by a tiktok i saw today #someone said they were crucified for liking robbymira #I was like…I’ve read every fic they had on ao3 #the pitt #multishipper #kingdon #mohabbot #hucklerobby #garsantos #mellis #whitvadi #I can’t even remember who I’m forgetting

the pitt characters as posts that reminded me of them part 6

I’m thinking about crashberry making out in Dennis’s car after a long day, maybe Vic’s mom says something out of pocket to her or she kicks ass on a trauma and she’s all keyed up and excitable and Dennis offers to drive her home knowing there’s no way they’re making it out of the parking lot

And they never do anything more than kiss in his car because it’s a tiny beater from twenty years ago and there isn’t the room to do anything but make out until the windows are steamy. they don’t notice the time they’re so caught up in the press of their bodies. Vic always tastes like cherry lipgloss and Dennis won’t ever admit it but he’s been dying to taste her all day.

Until there’s a demanding rap on the window and Dennis rolls it down while Vic throws herself into the passenger seat and it’s not a cop, it’s

It’s fucking ROBBY.

The expression on his face says he was not expecting them either.

Dennis stares straight ahead, hands at ten and two on the wheel. His chin and mouth are red, raw from skin sliding on skin. “We’ll go. Sorry. “

Vic’s head is buried in her hands. She nods without looking up. Her hair is a mess.

Caught up in their embarrassment, they miss the way Robby turns faintly pink. When did the two of them—? What he caught them in the middle of doesn’t feel inappropriate anymore. Just endearing, somehow. Love blooms in odd places, Robby supposed. Even in gross, bloody EDs.

“Make better choices,” he says inanely. His students both wince.

Robby rubs the back of his neck as they peel out of the parking lot. Maybe he should call Jack.