LittleWolfBirdâs sideblog for The Pitt & related shows | fanfic writer of 20 years | posted on AO3 | do not steal. | please comment. real username tbd.
LittleWolfBird is the name. Fanfiction is the game.
This little sideblog came about to have a place to funnel my obsession and hyperfixation with HBO's The PITT...which has spun off in turn to include actor-afiliated shows (S.W.A.T., Fire Country/Sheriff's Country). My heart lies most with Dr. Brendon Park and Dr. Jack Abbot, but I love me some Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch. I am not a hater; I just won't engage if i don't have an interest. I have thoughts on the show and why the internet is misinterpreting a massive yet totally insignificant part of the show. Send me your analytical thoughts, theories, and headcanons. I'm not not open for requests...I've just never done them before.
Fanfiction I've written and fanfics I recommend are under the break, however, if I reblog a fic, that also stands as a recommendation. Again, if I don't like something, I don't engage.
Follows (and sometimes comments when i'm not paying attention) are done via @littlewolfbird.
My fics and my fic recs are below the break.
LWB Writes:
Love Death & Everything In Pittween (series) - NOW POSTING
Prequel: Ten Years Today (Jack Abbot x OFC!Wife)
The evening hand off starts out normal for the PITT crew until April Abbot and her partner Dezi bring in a patient initially unconcious from a bar fight. Everything goes downhill from there when April gets stabbed. aka: the one where Jack becomes a widower.
Other
Bundle of Joy (Baelor Targaryen x Sansa Stark; featuring Dr. Baran Al Hashimi, Nurse Perlah, Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Dr. Jack Abbot, and Nurse Dana from The PITT and Dr. Jo Wilson and Dr. Alex Karev from Grey's Anatomy)
Sansa Stark is in labor. Unable to make it to the hospital in time, Sansa's brother's wife, Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi, enlists in four of her coworkers to help guide her husband's brother, Maekar Targaryen, through the backseat delivery while they wait for medevac.
Author Note: this fic turned into a crossover mostly without me knowing. So it's a thing. You really do not need to have read or watched any of the A Song of Ice and Fire and related book and screen works to read this.
FicRecs:
Multiple
Mom, Respectfully, Shut Up
Jack Abbot
Your Friendly Neighborhood Resident by fangirl-dot-com
Note: a Spiderverse crossover
Almost Home by p1stash-io
Bullet-proofloveâs Jack Abbot fics
House Calls by SpikedFearn
Seeking Confort by the-shedevil-writes
Note: 3rd person POV
Cold Storage by velvetautopsy
Supercuts of Us by se7entyrell
Brendon Park
Bulletproof Love by bullet-prooflove
Note: Iâm not sure this series has a true name and this is what I call it in my head sooooâŚjust go read it.
Pinkie and the Shark by mxtantrights
In every life, save me a place by raccooninthemachine
Grant Reilly
LWBâs Thoughts on âYes, Chefâ (meta thoughts/musings)
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canon is what happens in the text. e.g. merlin tries to poison morgana
a headcanon is a fact that you have personally made up as an elaboration of canon. it is your invention. e.g. i think morgana and gwen had a teenage lesbian situationship before the events of canon. or, i think modern morgana would love evanesence.
an interpretation is how one reads the existing text. it is not an invented fact nor is it a headcanon, it is a reading. e.g. i think merlin tries to poison morgana out of misplaced self-hatred. or, i think that one line was delivered with suppressed malice and shows a nuanced relationship.
fanon is the general fandomâs accepted headcanons and interpretations that elaborate or recontextualize canon. e.g. merlin is a badass waif and morgana is a bitch.
these are all different words with different meanings.
Imagine Brendon Park getting a tattoo for you and your children
Heâs the biggest wife guy of them all so he gets a tattoo with some words to your favorite song right over his heart. He also gets some kind of special tattoo to represent each of your children.
A lion for your oldest son because heâs not afraid of anything. Little music notes for your daughter because she dabbles in every instrument she can find. And a flower for your youngest son because he has a soft heart and he loves to garden with his momma.
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He knew you were hypermobile just by looking at how you stood. Your hip popped and knees hyperextended. All in the few seconds he had seen you.
When assisting him during surgeries he would shoot you stern glances when you stood in a way that was bad for your joints.
fluff
Him helping you to realign a joint that isn't sitting right in the socket, taping it to alleviate your pain.
Joking that if you ever needed a new joint he would give you a better price for the procedure.
Him forcing you to do your PT exercises while he trained and making sure that you did them properly.
After some time he would know your body better than you did. Always keeping kinesio tape in his bag for you.
spicy
Him accidentally perfectly aligning your dislocated hip when fucking you hard.
Him being obsessed with how flexible you are, always trying out new positions or tying you up completely spread out for him, knowing you didn't even feel any stretch (at least from the position, we are not mentioning his humongous cock spreading you open a second later)
the way i yearn and pine for characters who had a min or two of screentime is tragic as hell but im grateful im not alone in this đ¤đđ
also big props to lou ferrigno jr and oscar morgan bc they really bodied their characters enough for people (me included) to make feasts from crumbs of seeing em đŤđŤŁ
Bond Type: I decided to do a little mixture of a one sided bond and dream bond (this will make more sense as we progress)
Pairing: Senior Resident Brendon Park x Public Relations Rep female Reader
Warnings: little bit of age gap with 30 year old Brendon and 23 year old reader, swearing (Iâll add more as we progress).
Authorâs Note: Buckle up because this is going to be an emotional ride. This is probably going to be a little ooc Brendon from the two minutes we saw of him but still what we like of the intense man. Also, the dream recollection isnât meant to be romantic when heâs younger (I donât think that vibe comes off but I want that clear) you start having dreams early to learn about your soulmate before you ever truly meet them. I hope you enjoy this little adventure that keeps nagging at my brain.
Everyoneâs dreams began at a different point in their lives. His parents were both twelve, his sister was twenty one and Brendon, he had been fifteen.
He still remembers his first one clear as day. Heâd been on a swing in the park barely moving back and forth when youâd appeared in front of him with a gap toothed smile, big bright eyes and your hair in pigtails.
âHiâ His head tilted as he tried to estimate how much younger than him you were.
âHiâ
âWill you push me?â Youâd asked shyly, your tennis shoe anxiously scratching a line into the wood chips underneath it.
âOf courseâ Youâd hopped onto the swig next to him immediately.
He sighed softly to himself as your head fell back to watch as he stood up. Brendonâs growth spurt had started early that summer and had yet to stop. Heâd already been skinny but now he was skinny and gangly and the boys down the street made fun of him constantly. His dadâs only comment was âdo something about it then sonâ which really wasnât helpful.
âI wanna go really high!â
âHold on tightâ Your squeal of excitement had him smiling in what felt like the first time in weeks.
He pushed you until his arms hurt and the sun was starting to set. Your soft laughs as you went higher egging him on as he watched your legs pumping to keeping going.
When youâd finally had your fill you jumped off the swing at its highest point, barely making it to the grass at the edge of the wood chips.
âYou okay?â He made his way over to you leaning down to check.
âDid you see how high I got!â He helped you to your feet as you brushed grass off your knees.
âYou were practically flying.â You looked around then.
âI should head home.â He nodded reluctantly.
âItâs getting late.â You were off with a soft wave as he sat back down on the swing heâd been on before.
When Brendon woke up the next morning he nearly fell out of bed as he remembered the dream. Heâd never really thought about what it would be like to see his soulmate before, just knew it was something that would eventually happen but now heâd seen you and it finally felt real.
He ran down the stairs in the early morning light from his excitement.
âBrendon! Slow downâ He headed towards the sound of his Momâs voice coming from the kitchen.
âMom!â She was looking at him over her coffee cup with a hip against the island countertop as he barreled into the kitchen.
âShh Brendon, your sister is still sleepingâ He rolled his eyes, Nat would sleep until noon if she was allowed to.
âMom!â
âYeah baby?â
âI had a dream!â That caused her to freeze for a moment and then set her coffee cup down while turning to give him her full attention.
âOh Brendon! How was it? What are they like?â He paused for a moment as he thought.
âI pushed her on a swingâŚ.sheâs young Mom, like younger than Nat.â His sister was would be turning thirteen in a few weeks.
âWas she kind?â
âShe was, I dunnoâŚ..sweet?â He thought back on your laugh and smile as you went higher with each push.
âAnd you were?â
âNiceâ
âBetter have beenâ Her arm reached out and pulled him into a hug as she spoke, which was harder for her now that he was taller than her.
âWill I see her again tonight?â
âMmhmâ Her reply had something loosening in his chest. Heâd never given it thought if you dreamed of your soulmate every night once your dreams finally began.
That was coming up on fifteen years ago and Brendon had yet to find you in the real world, it almost felt like he never would but you were still in his dreams every night so he knew youâd show up eventually.
âSweet seats huh Bren?â His eye twitched beneath his sunglasses as he turned his head to look at Theo. Heâd compare his sisterâs fiancĂŠ to one of her Kindergarteners but that would be inconsiderate to the children.
âMmhmâ His Dadâs arm landed across his shoulders as he leaned in.
âBe niceâŚ.Brenâ He could hear the amusement in his Dadâs voice. There were exactly two people he tolerated calling him Bren, his little sister and you in his dreams.
âI amâ
Theo had suggested an outing for the three of them for a Pirates game a few weeks ago, man bonding Brendon was pretty sure was the term he used. His Dad had agreed for both of them before he had a chance to figure out a reason to be unavailable.
So here he was, front row behind the Pirates dugout, warm beer in his hand and Theo blabbing about Crypto something or other while he watched warmups.
âYou really should look into investing Bren.â A sip of warm beer seemed like a better choice than responding when something caught his attention out the corner of his eye.
âHoly shitâ Heâd stood before his brain had even caught up because there you were on the field handing something to a coach.
âBrendon?â He could hear the questioning tone from his Dad but the only thing that mattered was you were finally in front of him in person.
He watched as you headed back to the dugout and held his breath as you looked up to where he was standing. This was it! You looked directly at him for a brief moment and he was pretty sure heâd never had a smile this big on his face before.
And then you descended the stairs and were gone. There hadnât even been a flicker of recognition on your face.
âBrendon?â His dad was standing next to him now looking at him the way he looked at patients to keep them calm as they discussed the next step in their treatment.
She likes to read all kinds of books but of course her favorite is smutty kinds. Which at first Brendon was jealous of until he realized that the books often gave her ideas for in the bedroom.
One day sheâs trying to figure out how a certain position would work so she asks him for help, he lets her move him exactly as how described in the book and lets her get situated herself when they finally get in the exact position they both stop and look at each other like âwtf?â Questioning how this particular position is even comfortable let alone pleasurable and end up having giggly soft sex not in the position they were originally trying
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I just want to talk about the power of commenting on fics for a minute.
I have my main fandom, but when I read in other fandoms, I don't know many of the writers. So I usually just find fics by looking through the tag I want. And if it's a tag I'm really interested in, I'll read every fic in the tag. And if there's a fic I really liked in there, I'll start reading everything by that writer.
So what this means is I'm sometimes reading fics or writers that don't have tons of hits/kudos/comments on their fics, but I found them through some obscure tag I wanted to read. And so I'll get back some really incredibly sweet replies to my comments.
But then, something even more incredible started happening. I'd be reading WIPs by some of these writers and they'd literally start writing the rest of the fic for me. They started asking me what I hoped to see happen or if I had any requests. And when the fic was finished, one of them said the only reason they kept writing the fic was for me.
Sometimes there can be such a lovely connection between the writer and the reader just because you decided to leave a comment. And sometimes you as the commenting reader can become the lone reason why a fic makes its way into the world for all the other readers who come after you.
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Jack has on multiple occasions worn scrubs that were very mismatched⌠above heâs got on a brown undershirt, a black scrub top, and navy scrub pants (vs Dr Shen wearing a set of black scrubs with a white undershirt).
So, do we think Jack:
- Is just always in a rush (he definitely is - but is that all it is?).
- Just doesnât give a shit how he looks. Heâs here to do the job and he does it well. He doesnât need to have his scrubs be matching to save someoneâs life.
- Color blind - at least partially. Hear me out⌠a much higher percentage of men (approximately 1 in 12) are at least partially color blind (Verses women who sit at approximately 1 in 200).
Iâve personally worked with several male surgeons that were color blind and it didnât slow them down from doing their job one bit.
Idk, I definitely lean towards the âin a rush x doesnât give a shitâ theory, but it keeps coming to my mind so I thought Iâd put it out there.
Maybe some of you amazing fic writers could have fun with the idea!
Is Jack Abbot:
Color Blind
Always in a Rush
Doesnât Give a Shit
A Secret Fourth Thing
Remaining time: 5 days 19 hours
Edit: In the United States, you CAN join the Army even if youâre colorblind, however it somewhat restricts the roles you can hold.
Restricted Jobs Are:
Aviation and Flying: Pilots, air traffic controllers, and flight crew roles. Technical and Medical: Certain electronics, communications, and specialized medical fields. Combat Engineering: Explosive ordnance disposal and specific tactical jobs requiring fast color signal reading.
Available Jobs:
Administrative and Support: Human resources, finance, and paralegal work. Logistics and Combat: Standard infantry and supply roles that do not rely on color-coded technical wires or signals.
Being a combat medic is included in the list of available jobs - depending on if you can pass the red/green test, (many men are only partially color blind and struggle more with green/blue/brown distinctions) at least according to my research and personal experiences.
And this partial color blindness is more what I was thinking with Jack.
However, if anyone has actual Army experience and can give me more information on this, my ask box is open!
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