I'm Wren and I write things. Gonna engage in tumblr worlds of writing and fandom. I'm in my 30s and this is a horny blog, so minors, please see yourselves out.
If you follow me and have your Hogwarts house in your bio, I will block you.
Harry Potter fans are funding, both financially and culturally, the UK movement to kill me and my siblings in gender.
I get it, I remember what it was like, I was 16 when book 6 came out and I hosed it in 6 hours. I went into my work experience placement and talked about it with the adults there who were also obsessed. None of us had slept coz we'd stayed up reading all night. Do you know how much it hurt to know that the author thinks I'm a monster? To learn that so much of that money went to hurt so many people?
Please learn to care more about real living humans than your own nostalgia.
This, from the wikipedia page on the topic, is auburn hair.
This is not auburn hair. The young Shawn Hatosy had medium brown hair.
The character Pope Cody is also not auburn. They box dyed his hair dark brown.
This is a person with blue eyes and blonde hair. Specifically dirty blonde hair, one of the darkest blonde shades.
This is neither blond hair, nor blue eyes. Gerran Howell has light brown hair and hazel eyes.
Now that I have presented the evidence for my case, I have some questions:
- Why are you making Dennis Whitaker blond and blue eyed?
- Why are you making the shorter, younger, thinner, paler man the trans man?
- Why are you making him always the bottom?
- Why are you making his partners pressure him into wearing "women's" underwear and clothes?
And while we're at it
- Why are you emphasising Robby's dark hairiness more when he's being the "bad guy"?
- Why does Jack Abbot always end up as a hero because of his military service?
I don't particularly want answers. I wouldn't mind if you took a moment to assess the preexisting beliefs you're bringing along with you to these fandom spaces, though.
UUUGHHHH. Legit 😭❤️ Love ya'll, thank you for your feral comments of support & enjoying my silly blorbos that I may enjoy torturing a little too much 😅🤣❤️
This is my first thing like this EVER so please don’t slime me out if this is ass
This is an AU where Pope moved to Pittsburg and became Jack Abbot 😛
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ANIMAL KINGDOM SEASON 4 FINALE!!
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Everyone in the Pitt knows that Jack Abbot takes the same 3 days off every year with no question.
Sure, he takes sick days and vacations, but there are 3 days where he goes completely off the map. Unreachable.
One of the days is the anniversary of his Wife’s death.
The second day is the anniversary of the death of his mother.
He tells people they both died of cancer, which is only half true. His wife died of cancer. Slow, painful, quiet. A death she didn’t deserve.
His mother? She died quick, painless. A death she didn’t deserve either. Screaming cut off with a single gunshot through the head. Jack knows she deserved to die, knows she was horrible. He’s tried so hard to move on, and separate his old life in California from his new one in Pittsburg. Still, it hurts. He hates how it affects him, how people can tell his mood changes when the time comes around. So he just takes the day off. Every year he has the same thought about trying to find Deran, or Craig, or even J- but he never does.
The third day is a mystery. June 27th. Nobody, not even Robby, knows why he goes off grid. People have asked him over the years, of course. Ellis, Shen, Lena- even some nosy day shifters like Perlah and Princess. He gives them all the same response. A quirked smile, a wink, and a playful comment about ‘a man never sharing his secrets’.
Like clockwork, June 27th comes around, and Jack wakes up at 5:30PM on the dot with no alarm. He always does. Old habits die hard. Usually, he starts getting ready as soon as he wakes up, and gets to work half an hour early, at exactly 6:30PM. Today though, he lays in bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling of his bedroom.
A couple deep breaths later, he stands up, and gets ready. Pulls on a pair of Jeans. A Black polo shirt. He looks in the bathroom mirror, and runs his hands through his hair. It’s greyed now, a far cry from the brown curls of his youth. Still, as he looks in the mirror, he starts to see Andrew instead of Jack.
It’s Andrew who walks out of the house and down the street. It’s Andrew who strolls into the store, and buys a single slice of cake. It’s Andrew, who pays in cash.
It’s Andrew, who sits down at his kitchen table in the dark, placing two candles on top of the slice of cake and lighting it with a match.
He cups his hand around one of the candles, protecting it as he blows out the other one. Finally, he leans back in his chair, looking at the remaining candle as it burns.
Eventually, the flame goes out.
He grabs the plate, tossing the entire slice into the trash, untouched. He leans onto the kitchen counter beside the bin, closing his eyes and bowing his head. His voice is quiet and strained as he finally mutters into the dark.
“Happy birthday, Julia.”
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Anyways uhhh I hope you enjoyed. Again, I’ve never done anything like this so-
If you see any mistakes no you didn’t 😛
Pope means so much to me 💔💔💔
I have more little fics like this planned so depending if people think this is good or not I will keep writing.
A thing about Frank Langdon is he's learning about autism accommodations in real time. He knows about explaining things thoroughly and turning the big light off. These are great accommodations and he should be proud of himself for incorporating them into his doctoring style. They're not, however, the complete picture.
Pope Cody comes into the ED and the students can't get anything out of him, not a word, not a facial expression. Only staring. After a while of Frank observing he realises the students are skipping over information and goes into autism mode, adding more and more detail until Pope starts giving him a little nod when he's following along.
Frank hits the lights on his way out.
Pope's left sitting in the dark wondering why. He's slowly getting his bearings after a dissociative episode and the doctor's voice was giving him a good anchor point to focus on. And now it's dark for some reason.
Feel free to take this as a request or just a rambling gift of a thought. I needed to pass this brainworm on to anyone who will listen.
Established Rabbot, the betting board has been gathering dust for too long and the Pitt is getting restless, so someone jokingly writes 'Whitaker gets laid' on the top. Nobody owns up. Dennis knows in his heart Trinity did it. It's a silly empty board until people start adding categories. Robby bitches about it to Jack before handoff, then catches Jack adding his own contribution to the board. He recognizes Jack's handwriting: 'scary patient'. It seems like another harmless joke until Pope shows up with no more than the usual number of injuries of nonspecific origin, specifically requesting Doctor Whitaker. He glares at everyone else, barely saying three words to anyone. Until Dennis introduces himself. Pope turns those big sad eyes on him and says "Jack says you'll take care of me"
Ok but thsi is cute as shit..
Imagine jack telling pope about all the new people at work and something about dennis seemed to perk his interest. Jack loves seeing that sparkle of interest in pope so maybe he accidently feeds into popes unhealthy obession.
So when the betting board came around amd jack had the chance to fuvk around with it and tease both dennis and his own boyfriend robby he took it. Scribbling down that dennis would get with a scare patiemt then sending pope in a few days later with mystery issues that didmt warrant immediate care but where good enough that he could request to have dennis look at him.
Pope just sat in the waiting room till dennis took him back where he put on these sad lost puppy eyes and mumbled a soft "jack said youd look after me.. will you..?"
Of course dennis does but then suddenly pope is just lurking around the ER all the time- everyone is freakingnout cause dennis is getting stalked by a patient but dennis is loving the attention. And jack finds everyones reactions so funny because he knows pope would rather die then ever hurt dennis..
Something's wrong with me, why am I sketching out a shift pattern for the pitt ED? I just needed to know when Dennis and Pope would be able to be alone together. I could just make that up! But no. Spreadsheet.
Dennis Whitaker disappears after his first shift at PTMC, and a few nights later, Robby tells Jack that the kid has been involved in an accident, and his left leg has been amputated.
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Jack only met Dennis Whitaker once, and he only feels a little bad in saying that with everything happening in the aftermath of Pittfest, he didn't really remember the kid that well. He had a vague memory of big, fearful eyes, a competence fitting of an MS3, and nothing particularly loud or remarkable about the kid.
He didn't think too much of it, beyond a vague and academic concern, when Robby greeted him with a frown a couple of nights later at handoff.
"Are you gonna tell me or do I need to guess?"
"Whitaker hasn't shown up for his shifts the last few days."
Jack blinks, taking a moment.
"The med student? Brother, maybe the MCI got to him. That shit was trial by fire, and the reality of what we do isn't for everyone. Maybe he's just taking some time, thinking about his options."
Robby nods, but Jack can tell he's not convinced.
Turns out, he's right not to be.
Jack has never seen Robby's face look as fucking haggard as it does when he takes Jack aside a few nights later, and breaks the news with as much gentleness as he's still got left in him.
Major traffic accident, car vs pedestrians. Multiple crushing injuries. They'd taken Whitaker to Presby because it was closer to the scene.
Amputation of Whitaker's left leg. Below the knee, Jack hears Robby say, and he knows realistically that it's a good thing. Lucky.
He can't bring himself to say it out loud, and neither can Robby.
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The decision to take Whitaker under his wing is made without much conscious effort from Jack. It happens like a simple math problem, the outcome consistent and expected.
He goes to visit the kid at Presby, doesn't get offended when he has to introduce himself and then jog the kid's memory about where they've met before.
He lets the kid be numb, then sad, then angry, then sad again. He drives him to the support groups, and lets the kid be bitterly jealous over Jack's control of a vehicle.
"You'll have this again. But in the meantime you get to be pissed about it."
He gets his care transferred over to PTMC, and promises the kid that the ortho and rehab teams won't go spreading rumours or talking about him to his colleagues.
"They're not even my colleagues anymore."
"Hate to break it to you kid, but those pricks are persistent, and most of them have made a real nice ass groove for themselves in that department. Like it or not, those fuckers will be waiting for you when you get back. Robby's practically salivating."
Jack snorts, and tries to hold back another one at the kid's angry, puffed-up kitten scowl.
Jack knows this whole process well enough to know that the uptick of the corner of Dennis' mouth is a win.
He takes the kid to hydrotherapy, and he pulls some strings so that their first session is just the two of them, gently splashing around in the pool. Jack's not a physiotherapist, but he does understand the tightness around Dennis' eyes at the thought of exposing his new body to yet another perfect stranger.
He stands in the water and holds his arms out, waiting patiently for Dennis to be ready. Lets the kid cling to his arms, huffs a quiet laugh at the small sound he makes the instant he's submerged in the warm water.
"Yeah? Takes away some of that aching, huh?"
Dennis nods, quiet in the way that someone is when they're surprised that a promise has been kept. Jack slowly inches backwards in the water, only a couple of inches, stops when Dennis makes a gutteral, unsteady sound.
"I got you, I got you." The kid's fingers are leaving livid white marks on his biceps, but that's not important. "I'm not gonna let you fall. You remember what we talked about before? About what to do if you start to overbalance?"
"I know how to swim. I lost a leg, not my memory."
"Oh yeah?" Jack grins, gently bobs them both a little in the water. "Well if you remember how to swim, and you remember your piss-poor attitude, why don't you stop doing your best bubble impression and take some baby steps for me?"
Dennis scowls, and the indignation and curiosity almost cancels out his hesitation and fear.
"Shut up. What the hell does that even mean?"
Jack is so very glad he asked.
"Your bubble impression?" He shrugs, deliberately looking away from Denns' legs making their first hesitant shuffles. "Floating there looking pretty, but not doing much else."
"Oh, fuck you."
He's there when Dennis gets his first prosthesis, ready to catch him when the inevitable frustration and disappointment set in at the realisation that the freedom of mobility doesn't come without adjustments.
"Dennis. Look at me." The kid's face is blotchy and red, and he's been studiously avoiding Jack's eyes ever since they got back.
"It's okay to be frustrated. I know it hurts. It's a completely new piece of equipment being attached to a part of your body that never expected to have this attached. There's new pressure, new sensations, and it's all happening to new, sensitive skin, and muscle and bone that are still adjusting. Give yourself some grace, kid."
"I'm - I'm lucky to have this." Dennis spits out. That word again, the tricky sticking point that even Jack never quite got to grips with. "I shouldn't be complaining. There are people far worse off than me."
Jack hums, handing Dennis the antibac wipes and offering no further guidance on cleaning.
"Sure. There are definitely people who are worse off." He sees Dennis' head jerk upwards, finally gets that eye contact he'd been chasing.
"But I'm not talking to them, I'm talking to you. Other people have it worse, and you've still been dealt a shitty hand right now. Both things can be true. You're lucky to have access to the prosthesis and the rehab teams. This -" he gently pats the prosthetic limb like it has its own nerves "-is going to be the thing that gives you your freedom and mobility back. But right now, it's new and it hurts, and it'll take adjustment. Both things can be true."
He shows Dennis his own prosthesis, his own stump, and how the two work together. He was surprised at how intimate and vulnerable it felt, letting Dennis see him remove his leg and care for his stump at the end of a long shift. He was interested by his own tenderness at the process, as he'd long thought he was over any feelings of particular vulnerability where observation was concerned.
But he shared all the small things he'd learned over the years with Dennis. All the little things that nobody without a prosthesis could possibly be expected to know, despite their qualifications, because they were the kind of things you only learnt by living it. He softened when he saw Dennis' face set in such concentration as he told him about tips for dealing with hot weather, felt something in him ache a little tenderly at the expression on the kid's face when Jack talked openly about the need for hygiene and the reality of 12-hour shifts and sweat and residual limb care.
He was there the first time he saw it in Dennis' face; the realisation that different did not negate okay. He was there when the kid met with Robby (and really, it was supposed to be a meeting with administration first, but Jack wasn't stupid) to discuss returning for the rest of his rotation.
He was definitely there when the kid started to look at him with something dangerously close to admiration and worship and - if Robby was to be believed - little tiny hearts in his eyes.
"He's too fucking young for me."
"He's twenty six."
"Too. Fucking. Young. He's all caught up with looking at me as his saviour right now."
"Pretty sure he's seen you at your least glamourous. I don't know if you think you've been some kind of perfect, Florence Nightingale figure with endless pools of patience and grace, but let me tell you that you've been cranky, difficult, downright fucking belligerent, and I've heard you tell the worst fucking jokes in your reportoire. The kid still laughs at them and gives you cow eyes."
There is someone going through my popewhit fic and commenting on every chapter and i am in love with seeing their reactions and predictions appear in my inbox in real time.
Part 2 of "Get Away From The Pain You Drive Into The Heart of Me" is now up on AO3.
While this one has the archive tag for Rape/Non-Con, these sections are clearly marked and skippable. Please look at the notes per chapter to see which bits to skip or a summary of the chapter so you can skip the whole things.
Anyway.
I Toss and Turn, I Can't Sleep At Night
When Dennis mistakes Jack for his brother, Pope, he unintentionally sets up the perfect situation for them to meet again. An injury at work and Dennis's trauma gives them the opportunity to get to know each other a little better.
Part 2 of "Get Away From The Pain You Drive Into The Heart of Me" is now up on AO3.
While this one has the archive tag for Rape/Non-Con, these sections are clearly marked and skippable. Please look at the notes per chapter to see which bits to skip or a summary of the chapter so you can skip the whole things.
Anyway.
I Toss and Turn, I Can't Sleep At Night
When Dennis mistakes Jack for his brother, Pope, he unintentionally sets up the perfect situation for them to meet again. An injury at work and Dennis's trauma gives them the opportunity to get to know each other a little better.
Established rabbot who fuck hard and fast and a little gross, I’m talking grew up heavy in the underground queer scene and exposure to the culture gave them a very liberallllll exposure to kink.
Then they start dating little (kinda sheltered but grew up on the internet) Gen Z Dennis- with his queer culture mainly formed on message boards and tumblr and a very radically progressive view of queerness that’s kinda sanitised.
And then when he watches his boyfriends fuck for the first time, tugging at leather harnesses and spitting in each others mouths he just sits there in his little tight white boxers and socks, cross legged, eyes wide and scandalised and whispers …. Guys do you know you can’t say faggot anymore, it’s like, a slur
What is Dennis wasn't really there. It's the anniversary of Adamson's death and Robby's mind, in a desperate attempt to cope, conjures the hallucination of a hopeful, impressionable young man. His mind keeps Dennis going as a way to cope with the bleakness of the Pitt until his sabbatical where he hands all his possessions over to him and leaves.
Pictures of him sucking Jack’s dick, face covered in cum, bent over, holding himself open, leaking Jack’s cum, eyes red from the flash but still clearly fucked brainless. Every position they did, Jack has a photo of it.
Developed photos. Jack remained a member of the University’s photography club all the way through med school, solely so he could use the darkroom for personal use.
The riskiest (and stupidest) thing Jack ever did was sneak a couple of his favorites onto base with him so he could jerk off to them.
Over the years, they’ve slowly stopped taking dirty pictures, save for a few through text. Jack is especially proud of the time he got Robby to send him a photo of his ass while he was on shift. It’s blurry and at an awkward angle since Robby can’t see his own backside without the help of a mirror, but Jack cherishes it. He got off immediately after he received it and sent Robby a picture of the mess he made as a token of his appreciation.
One day, while digging through their closet, Jack finds the haphazard album they’d created all those years ago and excitedly shows Robby, who laughs and says, “Thank God we took pictures then. Imagine now.”
Jack hates Robby’s self-deprecating humor, but he loves his ideas. Yes, Jack can imagine it now. “Let me take some photos tonight.”
Robby is reluctant, but agrees.
It was never really gonna be the one night; Jack spends the next few months recreating his favorites. Including one that’s Robby’s beautiful nude body covered in hickeys. (For that, Jack pulls out the blindfold and handcuffs so Robby doesn’t see him referencing the photo)
Once Jack has a proper collection of his husband looking as delicious as ever, he prints them out and attaches them around the frame of their bedroom mirror.
When Robby sees them, he blooms a radiant shade of red. But that’s just the beginning.
Jack fucks him in front of the mirror and makes him look at every version of himself while Jack sings his praises and puts that pretty, brainless look on Robby’s face.
I realised this evening I can access my editing software from downstairs now, so part 2 of "Get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me" is up for editing tomorrow. I've been waiting for the weather to calm down because the office is too bloody hot. Very exciting.
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