IM VERY SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS

your mother was a terribly attractive woman

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☆ #buffalokill adult. twenties. any prns. ☆

‎𐫱 mdni w/ adult content ‎𐫱 (18+only) misc multifandom enjoy my silly lil writing for my silly lil men! warning: this writer (me) does not proofread. sorry not sorry.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

your child calling their father by his name (gojo. s)

“it’s mama.” (fushiguro. t) -in which little megumi isn’t too impressed by his fathers name for you

blurb (sukuna. r) -your child finds amusement when it comes to sukuna

your child likes to say no (sukuna. r) your child has a favorite word

“go to sleep.” (sukuna. r) -sukuna trying to get your crying baby to sleep

not scary (sukuna. r) -sukuna’s kid seems to think dad is more funny looking

the morning after (fushiguro. t) -you’re trying to leave without waking up the man they slept with

my mama (fushiguro. t) - megumi makes it obvious to his dad that you’re his. or, in which toji isn’t the only one that has an issue with sharing

your child and the baby carrier (fushiguro. t)

just like his daddy (fushiguro. t) - in which megumi is just like toji.

megumi is a chunky baby (fushiguro. t)- or in which toji likes to let you know your son is chunky but in his own words

“I could just eat you.” (gojo. s)

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brendon park is the type to stay hours after his shift ends to check his patients post-op progress and then act as if it wasn’t a big deal

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love sunshine!reader but mean, funny, awkward!reader are my babes

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pretty pleaseeee can you write more brendon park x pedatrician wife reader just anything!

little do you know how happy you’re making your fellow followers lol there wasn’t much inspiration for this so it fell short and I don’t like the ending lmao but enjoy ig

TWICE THE TEETH

“got a positive in the CT scan,” garcia announced as she walked in, eyes on her pager. “I’d get them admitted to orthopedics.” looking up to those in trauma, “and get peds in too.” 

“I-uh, what?” an uneasy laugh escaped whitaker, who stood off to the side of the senior. his finger held up. an interruption. the need for reassurance right now, desperate. ogilvie stared through his lashes. mouth agape like a fish out of water. before his head swiveled. “did she just say—”

“yes. I did.” garcia’s head tilted in question. “is that an issue?” 

whitaker about to answer when the resident held her hand up. “whether it is or not, I'm off the case so take it with your attending.” tipping to robby before walking out. 

a tibial eminence fracture that needed consultation.

from peds. and ortho.

not one shark, but two.

both of the young men looked to robby— who did nothing to ease the growing nerves— as he nodded in confirmation. 

“she’s right.”

“b-but the patient is a teen. and—” “teens still need physicians. especially ones who specialize in their age group of medical care.” it was said matter of factly to ogilvies excuse. a poor one. because even a med student should know that. everyone knows that. “and seeing the extent of the injury, and the type it is, ortho needs to get in on this. it’s standard procedure.” robby explains lightly. still obvious in his tone of voice. but not demeaning.

ogilvie stays quiet. a crease between his eyebrows. almost as if he's slowly dissecting what was just said. whitaker paled next to him. “oh boy.”

—

"let's just let them assess the patient and uh— unless asked directly, just" whitaker motioned with his hands "try to keep to yourself." it was said carefully. unsure if it was more for himself than ogilvie. even if being aware of med students eagerness.

and off the side, tablet in grasp, robby laughed under breath.

they were still fresh. one more than the other. easy to spot and easier to kill. figuratively speaking. and while he finds humor in it now, the attending knows what it's like to have been bit by the shark and his wife. never has he admitted to it, but its happened once or twice in his career.

both exceptional and outstanding physicians, you guys were also extremely brutal. you more so than your husband.

robby was known to be hard. he was known to be honest. but your honesty couldn’t compare. your voice never raised. it never fell. it was collected. too collected for someone who was about to chew someone else out. he’d experienced it himself. and after that, he was careful on where to dip his toes.

“dr.park.” 

you’d come in first, and not long after, your husband did. your eyes briefly panning over the room before landing on familiar ones.

“doctor.”

ogilvie stilled at the address. remembering just why you referred to him as that.

“I see you’ll be joining us?”

the student glanced over to whitaker. the advice from earlier apparent. he looked back to you, then to brendon— who was staring expectantly above his lashes— as if looking to the man would help the ms in answering his wife. james couldn’t tell what was worse. your stare. or brendons.

“she’s talking to you, genius.” park says it drily. the students brain catching up as he slowly nods. “I uh, yes.” you make a face of faux approval.

“okay then. feel free to interrupt during the assessment.”

your teeth already sinking in and he hasn’t even done anything. yet. robby pursed his lips at the penetration of your words. knowing what you meant, seeing as he was there for the first time.

“why don’t you go ahead and begin the presentation.” your head motioning for him speak. and albeit the initial impression he made with you, you were being genuine, even if your words came off as a bait.

“a tibial eminence fracture?” brendons brows raised as ogilvie finished.

“that’s what I heard.” you murmured from the patients side. “rare.” sending the kid a warm smile, a subtle hand squeeze— all before turning your body around. the switch was startling. if someone saw, they didn’t say anything. and they wouldn’t want to.

“xray?” you glanced up in expectancy.

robby pulls out the screen. brendon nodding when he sees it. “clean break.”

“anesthetics?” you asked, attention still on the patient. robby listing off the meds.

yours and brendons eyes find each others. surgery. a silent agreement. his head nodding as your gloves come off. “I’ll prep the OR.”

your eyes rolling at the announcement that you were waiting to deliver to the patient before brendon did. your eyes catching wet ones as the kid looks to you for assurance. trying to lift the weight of the situation, you make a face, hand waving back to where your husband walked out.

“he never listens.” you prop up the gurney rails to get him ready. “our boys do better.” the corner of his mouth perking up from one side as he wipes his nose. his hand grasping yours. squeezing like earlier if not tighter.

“do you guys know each other?”

the question has you smiling. exposed. out in the open. even if there were others still in trauma. the innocence of it causing your front to break. you glance to where brendon left. but before you could answer—

“they’re married.”

and just like that, you were back. giving one last squeeze to the kids hand as they wheeled him out. your head turning to ogilvie who stared wide eyed.

it was his first day all over again.

[buffalokill]

literally have requests and wips and I have the audacity to start something new

[buffalokill]

pretty pleaseeee can you write more brendon park x pedatrician wife reader just anything!

little do you know how happy you’re making your fellow followers lol there wasn’t much inspiration for this so it fell short and I don’t like the ending lmao but enjoy ig

TWICE THE TEETH

“got a positive in the CT scan,” garcia announced as she walked in, eyes on her pager. “I’d get them admitted to orthopedics.” looking up to those in trauma, “and get peds in too.” 

“I-uh, what?” an uneasy laugh escaped whitaker, who stood off to the side of the senior. his finger held up. an interruption. the need for reassurance right now, desperate. ogilvie stared through his lashes. mouth agape like a fish out of water. before his head swiveled. “did she just say—”

“yes. I did.” garcia’s head tilted in question. “is that an issue?” 

whitaker about to answer when the resident held her hand up. “whether it is or not, I'm off the case so take it with your attending.” tipping to robby before walking out. 

a tibial eminence fracture that needed consultation.

from peds. and ortho.

not one shark, but two.

both of the young men looked to robby— who did nothing to ease the growing nerves— as he nodded in confirmation. 

“she’s right.”

“b-but the patient is a teen. and—” “teens still need physicians. especially ones who specialize in their age group of medical care.” it was said matter of factly to ogilvies excuse. a poor one. because even a med student should know that. everyone knows that. “and seeing the extent of the injury, and the type it is, ortho needs to get in on this. it’s standard procedure.” robby explains lightly. still obvious in his tone of voice. but not demeaning.

ogilvie stays quiet. a crease between his eyebrows. almost as if he's slowly dissecting what was just said. whitaker paled next to him. “oh boy.”

—

"let's just let them assess the patient and uh— unless asked directly, just" whitaker motioned with his hands "try to keep to yourself." it was said carefully. unsure if it was more for himself than ogilvie. even if being aware of med students eagerness.

and off the side, tablet in grasp, robby laughed under breath.

they were still fresh. one more than the other. easy to spot and easier to kill. figuratively speaking. and while he finds humor in it now, the attending knows what it's like to have been bit by the shark and his wife. never has he admitted to it, but its happened once or twice in his career.

both exceptional and outstanding physicians, you guys were also extremely brutal. you more so than your husband.

robby was known to be hard. he was known to be honest. but your honesty couldn’t compare. your voice never raised. it never fell. it was collected. too collected for someone who was about to chew someone else out. he’d experienced it himself. and after that, he was careful on where to dip his toes.

“dr.park.” 

you’d come in first, and not long after, your husband did. your eyes briefly panning over the room before landing on familiar ones.

“doctor.”

ogilvie stilled at the address. remembering just why you referred to him as that.

“I see you’ll be joining us?”

the student glanced over to whitaker. the advice from earlier apparent. he looked back to you, then to brendon— who was staring expectantly above his lashes— as if looking to the man would help the ms in answering his wife. james couldn’t tell what was worse. your stare. or brendons.

“she’s talking to you, genius.” park says it drily. the students brain catching up as he slowly nods. “I uh, yes.” you make a face of faux approval.

“okay then. feel free to interrupt during the assessment.”

your teeth already sinking in and he hasn’t even done anything. yet. robby pursed his lips at the penetration of your words. knowing what you meant, seeing as he was there for the first time.

“why don’t you go ahead and begin the presentation.” your head motioning for him speak. and albeit the initial impression he made with you, you were being genuine, even if your words came off as a bait.

“a tibial eminence fracture?” brendons brows raised as ogilvie finished.

“that’s what I heard.” you murmured from the patients side. “rare.” sending the kid a warm smile, a subtle hand squeeze— all before turning your body around. the switch was startling. if someone saw, they didn’t say anything. and they wouldn’t want to.

“xray?” you glanced up in expectancy.

robby pulls out the screen. brendon nodding when he sees it. “clean break.”

“anesthetics?” you asked, attention still on the patient. robby listing off the meds.

yours and brendons eyes find each others. surgery. a silent agreement. his head nodding as your gloves come off. “I’ll prep the OR.”

your eyes rolling at the announcement that you were waiting to deliver to the patient before brendon did. your eyes catching wet ones as the kid looks to you for assurance. trying to lift the weight of the situation, you make a face, hand waving back to where your husband walked out.

“he never listens.” you prop up the gurney rails to get him ready. “our boys do better.” the corner of his mouth perking up from one side as he wipes his nose. his hand grasping yours. squeezing like earlier if not tighter.

“do you guys know each other?”

the question has you smiling. exposed. out in the open. even if there were others still in trauma. the innocence of it causing your front to break. you glance to where brendon left. but before you could answer—

“they’re married.”

and just like that, you were back. giving one last squeeze to the kids hand as they wheeled him out. your head turning to ogilvie who stared wide eyed.

it was his first day all over again.

[buffalokill]

not me just now seeing that one of my tags for toji autocorrected his last name

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hiii, just letting you know that a bunch of the links from your misc masterlist arent working!!

okay gimme a sec lol

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they should be working lmk

[buffalokill]

hiii, just letting you know that a bunch of the links from your misc masterlist arent working!!

okay gimme a sec lol

[buffalokill]

pretty pleaseeee can you write more brendon park x pedatrician wife reader just anything!

little do you know how happy you’re making your fellow followers lol there wasn’t much inspiration for this so it fell short and I don’t like the ending lmao but enjoy ig

TWICE THE TEETH

“got a positive in the CT scan,” garcia announced as she walked in, eyes on her pager. “I’d get them admitted to orthopedics.” looking up to those in trauma, “and get peds in too.” 

“I-uh, what?” an uneasy laugh escaped whitaker, who stood off to the side of the senior. his finger held up. an interruption. the need for reassurance right now, desperate. ogilvie stared through his lashes. mouth agape like a fish out of water. before his head swiveled. “did she just say—”

“yes. I did.” garcia’s head tilted in question. “is that an issue?” 

whitaker about to answer when the resident held her hand up. “whether it is or not, I'm off the case so take it with your attending.” tipping to robby before walking out. 

a tibial eminence fracture that needed consultation.

from peds. and ortho.

not one shark, but two.

both of the young men looked to robby— who did nothing to ease the growing nerves— as he nodded in confirmation. 

“she’s right.”

“b-but the patient is a teen. and—” “teens still need physicians. especially ones who specialize in their age group of medical care.” it was said matter of factly to ogilvies excuse. a poor one. because even a med student should know that. everyone knows that. “and seeing the extent of the injury, and the type it is, ortho needs to get in on this. it’s standard procedure.” robby explains lightly. still obvious in his tone of voice. but not demeaning.

ogilvie stays quiet. a crease between his eyebrows. almost as if he's slowly dissecting what was just said. whitaker paled next to him. “oh boy.”

—

"let's just let them assess the patient and uh— unless asked directly, just" whitaker motioned with his hands "try to keep to yourself." it was said carefully. unsure if it was more for himself than ogilvie. even if being aware of med students eagerness.

and off the side, tablet in grasp, robby laughed under breath.

they were still fresh. one more than the other. easy to spot and easier to kill. figuratively speaking. and while he finds humor in it now, the attending knows what it's like to have been bit by the shark and his wife. never has he admitted to it, but its happened once or twice in his career.

both exceptional and outstanding physicians, you guys were also extremely brutal. you more so than your husband.

robby was known to be hard. he was known to be honest. but your honesty couldn’t compare. your voice never raised. it never fell. it was collected. too collected for someone who was about to chew someone else out. he’d experienced it himself. and after that, he was careful on where to dip his toes.

“dr.park.” 

you’d come in first, and not long after, your husband did. your eyes briefly panning over the room before landing on familiar ones.

“doctor.”

ogilvie stilled at the address. remembering just why you referred to him as that.

“I see you’ll be joining us?”

the student glanced over to whitaker. the advice from earlier apparent. he looked back to you, then to brendon— who was staring expectantly above his lashes— as if looking to the man would help the ms in answering his wife. james couldn’t tell what was worse. your stare. or brendons.

“she’s talking to you, genius.” park says it drily. the students brain catching up as he slowly nods. “I uh, yes.” you make a face of faux approval.

“okay then. feel free to interrupt during the assessment.”

your teeth already sinking in and he hasn’t even done anything. yet. robby pursed his lips at the penetration of your words. knowing what you meant, seeing as he was there for the first time.

“why don’t you go ahead and begin the presentation.” your head motioning for him speak. and albeit the initial impression he made with you, you were being genuine, even if your words came off as a bait.

“a tibial eminence fracture?” brendons brows raised as ogilvie finished.

“that’s what I heard.” you murmured from the patients side. “rare.” sending the kid a warm smile, a subtle hand squeeze— all before turning your body around. the switch was startling. if someone saw, they didn’t say anything. and they wouldn’t want to.

“xray?” you glanced up in expectancy.

robby pulls out the screen. brendon nodding when he sees it. “clean break.”

“anesthetics?” you asked, attention still on the patient. robby listing off the meds.

yours and brendons eyes find each others. surgery. a silent agreement. his head nodding as your gloves come off. “I’ll prep the OR.”

your eyes rolling at the announcement that you were waiting to deliver to the patient before brendon did. your eyes catching wet ones as the kid looks to you for assurance. trying to lift the weight of the situation, you make a face, hand waving back to where your husband walked out.

“he never listens.” you prop up the gurney rails to get him ready. “our boys do better.” the corner of his mouth perking up from one side as he wipes his nose. his hand grasping yours. squeezing like earlier if not tighter.

“do you guys know each other?”

the question has you smiling. exposed. out in the open. even if there were others still in trauma. the innocence of it causing your front to break. you glance to where brendon left. but before you could answer—

“they’re married.”

and just like that, you were back. giving one last squeeze to the kids hand as they wheeled him out. your head turning to ogilvie who stared wide eyed.

it was his first day all over again.

[buffalokill]

I block people left and right like it’s a sport

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you guys have been asking for more park x peds wife!r so thank the lil anons for requesting more of them lmao

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brendon park listens to Tool. send tweet.

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brendon calls his boy(s) “shark bait” and after watching finding nemo they started to respond back with ooh ha ha

[yms1]

You're on Tumblr a lot

This is my house

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sukuna stares at the child with a displeased look. the same one who is giggling at the curse as if he wasn’t glaring at them. a gummy smile, wide and wet. dad clearly judging by the look he was giving. saliva visibly dripped down the babies mouth as their father just watched. unimpressed and mildly annoyed.

but not at that. no.

the curse couldn’t fathom how something so small wasn’t at all afraid of who was in front of them. fours eyes, four arms, and another mouth on his stomach and this brat has the audacity to laugh. their little face lifting as they giggled and babbled as if dad wasn’t a walking entity.

and he assumes he was staring too hard because you came up from behind him.

“what are we looking at?”

your nose scrunches as you make a face, your child who was in sukuna’s arms— held out far in front of him— smiles wider. a squeal before they clap their hands. apparently pleased to see mom. “and why are you holding them like that?”

“they’re laughing.” he says it so dryly. the annoyance evident.

“and that’s an issue because…?” sukuna gives you a side glance. glare. not impressed by your answer as he continues to keep your baby at arms length. who doesn’t even seem at all fazed by dads handling.

he huffs and turns to you. four eyes staring. and your eyebrows raise in question. you knew what he was referring to. you weren’t blind. it wasn’t first time you’ve seen his true self and it won’t be the last. but you find it obviously amusing considering he’s scowling because your kid seems to think the same thing you do. he isn’t scary.

and when your lips press together tightly. you break. a smile appearing followed by a laugh.

sukuna clicks his tongue.

tch.

they get it from their mother

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