hi! I'm alex, I'm 21 and I use he/him pronouns. this is my blog for the pitt, and my fanfiction writing. I almost exclusively write hucklerobby, but dabble in hucklerabbot also.
as well as writing more generic romantic pieces for hucklerobby, a very large amount of my explicit writing for them involves bdsm dynamics and kinks that include (but are not limited to) puppy play, bondage, dom/sub, non-con/dub-con, omegaverse, kidnapping and dumbification, and many more. all are appropriately tagged so please curate your blocked tags if any of these are not your thing.
at times i will also write age regression, though this is never sexual in nature.
as well as my fanfiction and drabble writing, i make analysis posts of the show itself, discussions of characters (particularly of robby, dennis and trinity), and the odd discourse post. regarding these, it's important to say that my blog is not a place for hate towards any of the cast or crew of the show, and this will result in me blocking blogs that do so. nuanced and genuine discussion is welcomed.
I speak english, italian and french fluently, so feel free to interact with my blog in any of these languages- I will respond or react in kind, despite the fact my writing here is in english. my anon asks are currently off as I am not interested in allowing people to send me hate asks, as has happened in the past. I do respond to asks if they're sent, but my response rate tends to be slow, and I apologise for that in advance.
ugh will I get hate if I say that I understand why abbot's character was potentially going to be given a storyline or scene in s2 showing him to be more ambivalent/neutral/unbothered by ICE? because I think a lot of jack abbot lovers don't actually ever deep dive into his character at all, or put as much weight into his continued involvement in the american military industrial complex as they should- hence why people are acting like this would've been a totally shocking writing choice when it actually wouldn't.
in many ways, despite his obvious belief in women's rights, and helping those in need when it comes to medication or insurance issues, and his left wing social beliefs in that regard, the character jack abbot is already shown to be less bothered by ICE (or, bothered in a different, less immediate way, I'll explain) than the majority of other characters.
you must remember that jack abbot is canonically 1)- still heavily involved in the realms of military and law enforcement and is not morally bothered by this at all as far as we've seen 2)- actually responds far less empathetically or disturbed than the rest of the characters when he learns jesse has been taken- he asks "what jesse did", implying that although he isn't pro ICE, he still defaults to believing that "law enforcement" (not that ICE really fits that category) is acting rightly and in pursuit of justice before he thinks about it any harder.
and look, i understand why they removed the scene/plotline, and i understand why it's for the absolute best that they did (and agree)- but what I ALSO understand is why it was on the table as a decision. jack abbot canonically may be left wing in social issues, but he is still DEEPLY entrenched in a military mindset and has a lot of views that mean he is absolutely NOT the uber-woke figure he's painted to be.
real people are walking contradictions, and i would say jack abbot is one of the most contradictory characters we've seen- which is why he's well written. he's pro women, pro universal healthcare, pro lgbtq, but he's ALSO still pro military and law enforcement to quite a high extent when compared to the rest of the ER. even when he does have moments of criticising the military, like with the dead veteran in s1, he isn't critical of their role as soldiers complicit or actively guilty in civilian murder, hes critical of the fact they got hurt. he's not deconstructed his involvement at all.
so, don't slander the writers. they made a storyline that would have made a pretty decent amount of sense given who jack abbot ACTUALLY is as a character. of course, taking it out/lessening it was the right choice i think, and they realised that too. stop pretending the writers pulled this out of their ass, and understand who jack abbot is. it's good they took it out, but there was a genuine reason it was almost put in.
"what were the writers THINKING having that originally as a scene or a plotline for abbot???? these writers are TERRIBLE!!"
they took it out, numbskull. they probably thought the same as you, "this doesn't quite fit". once again, you're mad at something that didn't happen and was averted because the same creative team you're slandering agreed with you. grow upppppp.
Was thinking about this post by @alexisneverokay but took a bit of a different route
Dennis, even though he’s gained quite a bit of confidence between being MS4 and coming back to the Pitt, is still an easy target for the younger MS3s and MS4s that he teaches, yes. He is always polite, nice, smiles at everyone and tends to be a bit awkward. Not shy, just mumbling something to himself, chuckling to fill in the uncomfortable silence.
And the student doctors clearly don’t take him seriously. Yes, they act like they listen to him explaining a procedure, but really they all snicker behind his back and make fun of his allegories. And it’s sad, really. He can’t control his facial expressions and so it’s clearly visible that the comments get to him. His face falls just a little, the passion behind his words vanished and he just stands there. He feels a little like back in school, where kid would laugh at him being lanky and uncoordinated before he grew into himself.
But then something happens - be it another active mass shooting situation, a mass casualty event or something along those lines. All the students panic, running around like headless chickens. They take a breather, waiting for another batch of patients, when they see Dennis.
But it’s not the usual silly, pushover doctor Whitaker, no. He is precise, barking orders while elbow deep in a patient’s chest cavity. He’s focused and determined, sweat dripping down his temple as he runs from one trauma to another, easily taking over and helping the less experienced doctors and student doctors.
From that day on they see him in a different light and by word of mouth - the story of an insanely competent, unassuming doctor from the Pitt spreads. No other student doctors dare to laugh at him. And if one or two happen to snicker at him in the duration of his work, well, they get knocked down a pet pretty quickly by their peers.
I have such a love/hate relationship with Dr robby but my opion may be swayed by the actions of noah wyle 😔 I want to like him (dr robby) so bad but I still hate him sometimes ☹️
well i mean noah wyle is by all reputable accounts a lovely person so really that shouldn't sway you.
contrary to the popular current discourse, he has nothing to do with actors being written out of the show (he isn't the show runner...) and every actor and crew member on the show likes him a great deal based off of their numerous interviews. the pitt is repeatedly considered one of the healthiest and kindest sets to work on in recent years.
thinking about dennis who's oh so sweet, and a little bit of an easy target in the ER. despite his status now as an intern, he still attracts whoever the bullies may be in the incoming med student groups. he keeps quiet and looks meek whenever they scoff at something he says, or when they try and jeer at him by asking how someone barely any smarter than them is allowed to teach new students- shouldn't someone more capable do it, not this little wet blanket of a mouse?
dennis isn't keeping quiet because he can't retort, or because he isn't a hundred times more intelligent than these ms3 or 4s, but because he's got a bigger plan for them. bigger plans for people who are assholes to you are pretty easy to make when your doting, devoted boyfriend is the chief of the ER.
all he had to do was snuggle into robby's chest in bed and pout at him, looking a little sad. robby would be on his guard immediately, ready to grant whatever wish his precious boy had in his mind, whether it be buying him a whole new wardrobe or getting someone fired.
"robby... you know sanders?"
"that new med student, the ginger one?"
"yeah.. he was really upset by me today, kept saying his parents didn't fund his years of studying for him to be put under the stewardship of some... some baby who can't even take charge of a room."
dennis sniffles a little, driving the point home and enjoying how tightly robby was holding him on his lap, cuddling him so close.
"don't worry, baby boy. sanders, was it? yes. okay. don't you worry your pretty head, sweetheart. he won't bother you again."
"thank you daddy... I love you."
satisfied, dennis kisses robby deeply and nuzzles in for a nap. while he sleeps peacefully, robby makes calls and speaks to department heads. sanders will not be returning to the emergency department on his watch. his baby boy took precedence every time in every situation.
this is what robby's about to see waiting at the end of the ptmc corridor for him, blocking the doorway, if he tries to go away on another suicide trip without going to therapy.
we as a fandom deeply underutilize the fact that there is a fucking shower in the pitt. a big fucking shower! where multiple people can fit! like we could have canon compliant on-company-time shower fics. everyone get more insane about decontamination showers rn…
also uhhhh tw dubcon and slight kidnapping vibes perhaps
dennis deeply appreciated environmental services, especially when it was a hazmat job. they worked incredibly hard and he would insist it was completely his fault. the chemical was left partially open on the edge of a cart, but really, dennis should’ve been paying attention. apparently the cleaner was caustic, only to be used with rubber gloves for the most deadly of pathogens. it was usually heavily diluted. and it was now all over dennis’s front.
robby, of course, walked over the moment dennis gasped loudly. “what happened?” he checked the safety label of whatever was currently on dennis’s skin. “shit, OPA. whitaker, you gotta strip and rinse your skin for a couple minutes or you could get chemical burns.”
dennis froze. “it’s fine. i’ll just wipe off in the bathroom and shower as soon as i get home.”
“don’t be a martyr, kid.” robby grabbed onto dennis’s shoulder and pushed him to the shower right off the ambulance bay. “your body is a temple and all that.”
dennis pulled his clothes away from his body, already feeling a bit itchy from the irritant. he let robby walk him into the tiled room. robby turned on the shower and immediately pushed dennis, clothes and all, into the stream. he made a strangled gasping noise at the cold. “fuck, robby!” it was practically a squeal.
dennis stood there, getting pelted with water, having just accepted his fate of chattering teeth and wet socks.
“clothes off, whitaker,” robby ordered from the doorway. he crossed his arms, staring his intern down.
dennis eyed the open door that faced outside. “can you…go?” he shouted his request of the water hitting the ceramic.
robby crooked his head to the side. “are you really going to scrub the whole fifteen minutes if i leave?” and like…dennis wasn’t, but that didn’t mean everyone just got to watch him shower now! dennis tried to argue that point, but robby cut him off. “ah-ah! i can’t have my most productive intern out because his skin is sloughing off.” robby pointed a finger up and down dennis’s body. “strip. all of it.”
“can you at least shut the door?” dennis wiped the water stuck to his eyelashes. “and don’t look!”
“fine, buddy. but you gotta get out of those wet scrubs before you do damage.” a smirk overtook robby’s face when he turned to close the only exit and vantage point into this room.
there was no sexy way to take off wet clothes. robby pretended to avert his eyes while dennis struggled with taking off his scrub top and undershirt in one fell swoop. god, the kid was clumsy and cute and a little fucking helpless. literally anyone else would’ve told robby to fuck all the way off, but here dennis was, just showering in front of his much older boss because robby insisted.
dennis almost tripped as he took off of his socks, nearly tripping again with his pants and boxers.
“you need a hand?” robby asked, his own clothes and skin feeling a little damp from the humidity, even if he was avoiding the stream.
dennis glared at him. “no. i don’t.”
robby raised his eyebrows, non verbally telling dennis he needed to fix his attitude. he blatantly looked up and down at dennis’s naked body. “scrub,” he ordered.
dennis resisted for just a moment, before bringing his hands to his collarbones and shoulders following the instruction. robby didn’t pretend to not watch anymore, instead making sure dennis touched every inch of himself.
after dennis was made to lean over to get the backs of his knees, he hesitantly asked, “has it been 15 minutes yet?”
robby looked down at his watch and realized he hadnt even looked at the time when they’d started. whatever, that felt like a thorough rinsing. “yeah, you’re good.”
dennis gratefully turned off the water, thinking it would make him feel warmer. it didn’t. he also felt weirder about being naked with the shower off. he cupped his hands over his genitals. “i need a towel. and clothes.” dennis glanced at the pile of what used to be his outfit. “fuck, my shoes! i need shoes.”
robby nodded like it hadn’t occurred to him. “i can scrounge some stuffup.” he paused, with the door open, to joke, “don’t go anywhere, i’ll just be one second.” it was long enough for dennis to feel the breeze, certainly long enough for someone to walk by and see. robby reveled in the humiliated yelp dennis let out.
dennis stood there, naked and shivering, just waiting for robby, absolutely at his mercy.
robby took his time as he gathered everything, content with the fact dennis couldn’t go anywhere without his help.
for about fifteen years I thought the powerpuff girls was a specifically french tv show because the only time I ever saw it on tv as a kid (we only watched terrestrial tv, no special channels) was in france. it didn't air on uk or italian tv (from my memory) so I just assumed it was french. as i spoke french, it was no big deal, and it was like a treat whenever we went there. it wasn't until like a decade later when I assumed one of my classmates was french since she had powerpuff girls merch that I realised my error. its like the bob l'eponge meme all over again.
as much as im a sucker for the dead dove "alpha robby keeping omega dennis as his pretty little stay at home wife", and not really letting dennis leave the house, I also think that robby would never let his omega actually be a housewife. being a housewife means cooking, cleaning, doing house admin, a lot of labour that goes overlooked. robby is not letting his omega sully himself with housework.
the idea of dennis being allowed to cook makes alpha robby shudder. why on earth would he let his wife put his delicate omega body at risk by allowing him to handle knives or scissors, or to potentially burn himself on the stove? fuck no. he hires someone to do the cooking for them, a beta paid so highly that the dumb fluffy omega doesn't concern her at all. much better that dennis spends his time in a pretty silky lingerie set and stays snuggled up in the nest.
the idea of dennis cleaning is even worse. thinking of harsh chemicals anywhere near his wife makes robby's stomach roll. the damage that they could do to his omegas plush and fertile body would be catastrophic. dennis was only a little omega, he shouldn't even know that such things existed. again, he hires someone for this, another beta that robby pays through the nose just because he can. rather than cleaning, dennis will spend his time eating, napping on the sofa, or sunning himself by their pool.
robby knows that the more relaxed, well fed, and stress free he keeps his wife, the greater chance dennis has of getting pupped during his next heat. that means more to him than anything, getting his dim little omega pregnant. keeping himself soft and fertile and open was dennis's only job (and, in robby's eyes, omega's only job in general)- robby was there to make sure dennis did it well. keeping an omega all pretty and locked up at home just to make them work was abominable. his dennis would never have to lift a finger- only to spread his legs at his alphas command.
robby thinks that even if he didn't take such a strong view against his omega doing housework, he still wouldn't want dennis to lift a finger because he simply wasn't smart enough. everyone knew that omegas barely understood the world around them outside of pleasing their alphas and yearning to be fat with babies- the idea of believing one could be able of handling either utensils or chemicals was laughable. thinking about it, robby didn't even like dennis to feed himself, worrying that the knife and fork at the table might be too challenging for dennis to handle by himself. he fed dennis, as any responsible alpha should their omega.
so, dennis spends his days getting fucked by his alpha, sucking his alpha off and getting giggly and giddy over the cum inside of him, sleeping in his nest, tanning and relaxing. keeping all nice and sweet for robby, who loved him so much and was going to give him puppies. that was all he needed to do, alpha said so. dennis couldn't read (too hard for omegas with small brains), but his alpha had set up a TV with shows especially for him- ones that focused on motherhood and pregnancy, and made dennis oh-so excited for when he finally got pupped. dennis loves his life. he doesn't know any other.
