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[chiefdirector]

I’ve been writing about Brendon park specifically him with reader and their little family

And I’m thinking reader has a tragic end and Brendon is like a single dad to two young girls (maybe three)?

is this a good idea..? Should I write it?

Yes absolutely

No, What is wrong with you?

Voting ended onJun 3

[chiefdirector]

Okay clearly non of you know I am an angst first blog 😭

[chiefdirector]

It’s been nearly a months since my comeback and uhhh just wow. I can’t believe glee kinda and receptive everyone has been

Especially my girlie @fluentmoviequoter who hyped me up. I probably would’ve gone away again if not for them. Love you !

[chiefdirector]

I’ve been writing about Brendon park specifically him with reader and their little family

And I’m thinking reader has a tragic end and Brendon is like a single dad to two young girls (maybe three)?

is this a good idea..? Should I write it?

Yes absolutely

No, What is wrong with you?

Voting ended onJun 3

[chiefdirector]

Hiii! Can I request a cryptic pregnancy with brendon. It's up to you if they're already married or not. Thanks xoxo

Cryptic | Brendon Park | The Pitt

Doctors liked to be in control. Pretty much every nurse can testify to that fact. For some doctors, that control was only needed in the workplace, and their personal lives were a mess (think Michael Rabinovitch), and others needed control in all aspects of their life, personal and professional. Surgeons tended to fall into the second category.

Brendon park definitively belonged in the second category.

His apartment was immaculate. His medical journals were organised alphabetically by author, and then chronologically if he had multiple editions. His wardrobe was organised by season, style, cut then colour. And his kitchen could make a chef cry. Everything had a place, and everything was how it should be.

At least until you moved in.

You were the second kind of doctor. Your work as a cardiothoracic surgeon was unmatched, and both your operating room and office were immaculately organised. Outside of the hospital was another story.

Your car had at least four jumpers, and three pairs of shoes in it. Your wardrobe was a series of clothes shoved onto hangers and into drawers, and your cupboard in the kitchen would also make a chef cry, although these would be tears of frustration.

But that didn't matter, because Brendon could live with that if it meant having you. Besides, the biggest thing Brendon, and most doctors, hated were surprises. Surprises meant not knowing what was around the corner, and if you had a surprise in surgery it never meant anything good.

Brendon didn't think there was anything that could be a good surprise.

Until today.

You had stayed home sick. Brendon had pretty much demanded it.

"No, baby. You are not going in today." he had said, feeling your forehead to see if you were running a fever. Thankfully you weren't. But your stomach pain, and the fact your dinner last night didn't look great, led him to his diagnosis of gastroenteritis. "You'll be feeling better tonight, I promise."

He kissed your forehead and then went to work. The first surprise came an hour later when you called him, begging him to come home because something was definitely wrong.

Brendon was usually a big believer in speed limits, but he made that twenty minute drive in only twelve. You never called him at work, and you had never sounded so distressed. Not when you broke you leg, or even the day when you lost three patients on your table. Never.

The house was sickeningly quiet when he came barrelling through the front door. When you were home, you were never quiet. Even when you were sick you always had the radio going, or the tv playing those awful sitcoms Brendon hated. Oh how he wished he heard one of those stupid shows right now.

"Baby?" He called, making his way quickly through the apartment. "Where are you?"

He heard a muffled cry from the bathroom and before he could even think, he was sprinting towards the sound. He swung the door open with much more force than needed, and probably splintered the wood, but that would be a problem for later.

Immediately, he was scanning you over. You looked hot, sweaty and dishevelled, as if you had ran a marathon. You were violently shaking, and he could see the blood dripping down your legs and onto the tile.

"Bren," You say, voice tired with something that Brendon can't place. He watches as you clutch the towel you were holding even tighter, "Baby."

He moves towards you, trying to take the towel away so he can get a proper look at you, but you only clutched it towards you tighter.

"Bren," you try again, forcing your voice to be a little clearer. "I had a baby."

"What?"

Instead of responding, you shift the towel slightly, so Brendon could have a better look inside, only to be met with a copy of his eyes looking back up at him.

He sets his weight down softly next to you, wrapping one arm around you and another around his new-born.

"A baby? I didn't- I didn't know you were- Did you know?" He asks, fighting to form a full sentence. Despite all his fancy degrees, and his years of helping patients, he couldn't comprehend how this could have happened.

Yes he knew about cryptic pregnancies, but to have his own child born that way, it was hard to grasp. You both had missed out on so much, no ob/gyn appointments, no finding out the gender, no baby shopping, no decorating the nursery. You had missed all of it.

Although, looking at the little eyes and tiny nose of his baby, he couldn't bring himself to mind it at all. Many of his colleagues told him about how the world changes when you become a parent, and Brendon didn't believe it. He didn't so change, and he didn't do surprises. Up until now, his life had been entirely in his control.

He had known he was a father for less than two minutes, and yet he couldn't imagine it any other way.

"Come on, baby," he said, pulling away slightly so he could fish his phone out of his scrubs pocket. "I'm going to call an ambulance, and get you both up the hospital. Get you checked out."

You just nod, thankful that you did not need to think for yourself right now. After all the events from today, you were more than happy to relinquish control to Brendon. And Brendon was happy to take it.

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[chiefdirector]

Can I request where brendon park is watching his wife doing a shopping haul in front of him and trying stuff and loving every bit of his wife after spending his money. Thanks saur much!

Princess and the Frog | Brendon Park | The Pitt

If you had asked anybody working at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre what Dr. Brendon ‘The Shark’ Park did in his free time, the answers would range from ‘sitting silently whilst staring at a wall’ to ‘scaring children until they cry.’ (Whitaker had suggested he steals souls, although most had put that down to him still being upset over their last interaction).

What nobody would’ve guessed was that almost all of Brendon’s free time was spent with his two girls. Despite working together, you and Brendon rarely crossed paths. Cardiothoracic and orthopaedics were two specialties that did not go hand in hand. The last time you’d worked together was about six months ago, when a man suffered a heart attack after seeing his leg crushed beneath a vehicle.

Every evening and weekend you both had free time was spent together, alongside your daughter, Isla. Being with his family was one of his favourite things, a close second was knowing that he was providing for the two of you. He had a frugal childhood, but Isla wouldn’t know a second of monetary hardship, not whilst he was around, anyway.

So when Brendon came home after a shift spent largely watching his phone light up with notifications every time you used his card, (which was every time you shopped, honestly you can’t remember the last time you used your own money for anything), Brendon knew he was in for a treat.

He had barely sat down on the sofa, before he heard the pitter patter of toddler feet come barrelling towards him. “Daddy! Do you want to see my new dress?”

Isla launched herself at Brendon, not worrying if he would catch her or not because her daddy always caught her, it’s what daddy does after all.

“You got a new dress?” He said, tucking her into his side, “Did mummy take you shopping?”

She beamed up at him, before wriggling out to stand up again, “Yeah! And mummy got me ’Donalds! I got the toy!”

“Isla,” you said as you came down the corridor, pretending to have a serious voice. “We said Daddy shouldn’t know about McDonalds.”

Brendon shook his head. He knew the McDonalds wasn’t truly a secret, considering that had also gone on his credit card. “You can make it up to me baby, why don’t you show me your pretty new dress.”

That got Isla’s attention back on him for two seconds, before she was speeding off to get changed for her fashion show. You only shake your head at your husband before going to join her

It didn’t take long for Isla to come back out, at a much slower pace, to show him the dress. It was a simple cut, finishing just above her knees. It had little flowers sewn into the hem. She wore a little white cardigan with it. For a moment, Brendon’s heart panged.

How could the tiny 5 pound baby he was holding in his arms have grown into this confident, excitable toddler. Honestly, it didn’t seem possible. Although, he didn’t have long to consider it before she gave him a spin, asking what he thought of it.

“You look beautiful baby,” He cooed, once again picking her up and slotting her into his side. His arm wrapped around her, both cuddling her and keeping her secure in one motion. “Did you or mummy pick it out?”

“Mummy pick mine, and I pick mummy.” She then raised her voice far too loudly considering how close she was to her dad, “MUMMY SHOW YOUR DRESS TO DADDY”

Oh?

Now Brendon’s interest had piqued. As much as he loved seeing his baby dress up, he also loved to see what you had brought yourself even more. He could hear you call back asking for another minute.

Brendon wondered what you would’ve brought. If he was realistic, it was probably another work skirt for you to wear when consulting, considering your favourite one was ruined when some intern squeezed a blood bag and it exploded over you last week. But Brendon couldn’t help but let his mind wander to something more scandalous.

He knew he wouldn’t see you try on anything revealing in front of Isla but maybe you had brought him a treat to unwrap later.

His train of thought was interrupted by you clearing your throat from where you stood in front of him. Your dress was beautiful, of course it couldn’t compare to your beauty in Brendon’s eyes, but the dress was nonetheless beautiful.

The dress finished just above your knees, and had the same flowers stitched into the hem line. It took him a second to realise your dress matched the same one as your daughter, although you did not have the matching cardigan. Not that it mattered too much, it just gave Brendon another excuse to take you shopping. You got to have the full set after all.

He looked down at his daughter who was looking up at you, “Doesn’t mummy look pretty, baby?”

“Like a princess. Princess Mummy.” Isla giggled.

You kick off your shoes before joining them on the sofa. “I’m a princess, huh. What does that make daddy? A prince?”

“A frog!”

Brendon watched as Isla laughed. He wouldn’t mind being a frog, not if he got to watch his two girls dress up and be happy.

Besides, Brendon knew that the frog would always get a kiss from his princess, although he would definitely wait until Isla was asleep to cash that in to its fullest extent. So for right now, he was happy to sit and hear about all the ways his girls had spent his money today, after all he would spend every penny he had to make them smile.

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Personal and Professional | Brendon Park | The Pitt

Brendon Park was a hard man to get along with.

At least that is what about 90% of his coworkers would say. You don't get nicknamed 'The Shark' for being nice and delightful to everyone around you. Besides, he preferred to keep his work life completely separate from his personal life.

Of course, that line became very heavily blurred when he married the hospital's only emergency cardiothoracic surgeon, but a quick fix of using your maiden name, and wearing your rings around your neck, meant that most of your co-workers are none the wiser. Except for Garcia, she had managed to figure out you two were together within two weeks of you going on your first date.

Yolanda and you were very quick friends, and you confided in her often, so Brendon wasn't surprised when she started to make subtle comments about you to him. He just mostly brushed them off, although every once in a while he would indulge her. Afterall, the amount of time she spent at your shared apartment, meant he got to know her quite well.

But that did also mean that there were now two of his co-workers who saw past the intimidating façade he put on. It was obvious it was only a matter of time before the others found out more about his soft personal life. Still, he was determined to keep them separate.

But your toddler had a different idea.

Isla had been sick for about two days now, it was the first time she had been properly sick in her short little life. She had a terrible fever, sweats and shakes. The poor thing had only stopped being sick about three hours ago. It had broken your heart to leave her like this, but you had a surgery that couldn't be missed.

The only one taking your absence harder than you, was Isla. Despite having her daddy there, doting on every need, she had been deeply upset since you left. It took half an hour for Brendon to stop her cries. And he had spent the last two hours rocking her against his chest, as it was the only way she could stay calm.

Seeing his smiley baby girl like that was breaking his heart. He would spend the rest of his life holding her like this if it made her happy. It wouldn't bother him in the slightest if he was caught like this and he lost his intimidating persona if it made Isla feel even the slightest bit better.

So when he finally heard her little voice pipe up, strained and crackly from all the tears, asking him if she "Could see Mommy now?", it was a no-brainer. He knew the surgery wouldn't be lasting too long anyways. So as quickly as he could, he gathered up all the bits for the diaper bag, including her little stuffed lion (which to anybody else looked like a half-drowned cat, but Isla would not accept any criticism on her lion, thank you very much), and loaded them all into the car.

Realistically, Brendon knew it was only a fifteen minute drive to the hospital, but God did it feel like hours. All he wanted to do was pull over and comfort his baby girl, but he knew that they wouldn't get anywhere like that, and was he hell getting her out of the car on a busy road. So he settled on quietly shushing her, slipping in a prayer every so often, until they pulled into the staff car park.

Quickly scooping her up, Brendon made his way inside. He was speeding down the corridor to the cardiothoracic suite, knowing that the nurses there would have an idea when you would be finished in the operating room. He only made it halfway down the corridor, before turning around and making his way towards the Emergency Room, as he heard your tired voice arguing with Robby.

"I already said no, what part of that don't you get?" You exclaimed. Brendon could see the exhaustion in your voice, and he could tell Robinavitch was giving you a hard time again. Despite him not being your boss, Robby had decided that you were the surgeon he wanted on call in the Pitt more often than not, despite your recent objections due to your sick daughter at home. He didn't seem to care. "Put me down all you like, I'm telling you now I'm not coming in."

"We need you, and you need to-" Robby was interrupted by McKay, moving past him to coo at the baby in Brendon's arms.

"Park," she said, reaching out for the baby who was shying away from her, "You never said you were a dad."

"Because it shouldn’t matter to you. None of yours, or anyone's business."

McKay flinched back slightly, both at Park’s word, and the harsh squeal of the toddler who clearly wanted nothing to do with the strange woman. In fact, Isla was trying so hard to get away from McKay, she had practically buried herself into her father’s shoulder. 

It was only as Isla lifted her eyes to see if McKay had left, did she spot the one person she wanted most. 

“Mommy!” This time, Isla’s squeals were that of joy, or at least as much joy as a sick toddler could muster up. Before she could try and manage to wiggle her way out of her fathers arms, you had managed to cross the length of the Pitt and grab her, and her raggedy stuffed lion, yourself.

“There’s my sweet girl,” you said, cradling her softly. Although you didn’t waste the opportunity to brush her damp curls aside and press your hand to her forehead, you were relieved that it wasn’t as warm as earlier. You kept your eyes on her, although your next question was for your husband, “What are you doing here?”

Brendon tried to usher you out of the nurses station, aware of all the eyes on the two of you, but he relented when you wouldn’t budge. “Someone missed their mommy.”

You finally look up to Brendon at that, raising your eyebrow in silent question. His subtle nod let you know that he also wanted to see you. Now, with your attention on him, he placed his hand on your back, and began to guide you towards the staff entrance and car park.

“Let’s go home,” he hummed, “I’ll come and get your car tomorrow, baby.”

For the first time in hours, Brendon had begun to feel a semblance of calm. He could keep his cool in brutal surgeries, as he reattached limbs and reconstructed bones. He could remain calm in horrific mass casualty events. But seeing his daughter distressed, and not being able to fix it brought a primal panic to his chest, something he had never quite experienced before.

Now Isla was settled, eyes drooping down, head resting softly on your shoulder, and still clinging to her lion, Brendon felt calm wash all over him again.

And for the first time, Brendon did not care he had mixed his personal and professional lives together, because it had made his daughter happy. 

There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to make his baby girl smile.

--

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@whywhathowseriously not quite what you requested but it is close whilst i work on it

[chiefdirector]

More Sonny pics? He's so cute!

He is my best friend. I will always show him off.

In exchange for more pet photos of course

[thedamnqueenofhell]

He’s so adorable. Dawn says hi!

[chiefdirector]

Oh my! She is such a lovely lady!

[chiefdirector]

More Sonny pics? He's so cute!

He is my best friend. I will always show him off.

In exchange for more pet photos of course

[chiefdirector]

A Nice Evening | Brendon Park | The Pitt

It was meant to be a nice evening.

You had managed to convince Jack to come in about two early for his shift, allowing you enough time to get ready for the evening. It had been a long time since you were able to dress-up and truly feel beautiful; you had been living in your work scrubs and your pyjamas for so long it was like you owned nothing else.

Brendon had it all planned out. For weeks, he had been trying to find a night where you were both free from work at a reasonable time so you could finally have a date night. Since you had become parents, your love life had been sitting on the back burners, but Brendon was determined to change that. He doesn't do anything by halves.

So he planned, and planned, and planned.

His mother was to have your dog, Sonny, and both of your daughters, Isla and Edith, for the evening, under strict instructions to have them asleep by 7:30pm (realistically, he knew it would be closer to 9pm, but this was not an argument he was willing to have with his tiny, Catholic mother). He had brought you a new dress, and left it hanging on the bedroom door for you, and had even booked a taxi to pick you up and take you back to the hospital so you could leave as soon as his shift had ended.

He had even brought his suit with him that morning, knowing he would shower after his last surgery of the day. So, all in all, Brendon had ensured that it would be a nice evening, because God knows you deserve it.

There was only one thing he had not planned on.

And that was you coming through the ambulance bay of the PTMC Emergency, strapped to a gurney with blood pooling down your leg. For a few seconds, the room felt like it went quiet before it exploded into chaos.

Suddenly, doctors and nurses were rushing forth to greet her, and escort her into South 15 but Brendon couldn't move. For a moment, it was as if his legs were pillars, bolted to the ground. He was vaguely aware of a lump building in his chest; if a patient had described the symptom, he could easily identify it as fear. But he couldn't recognise it himself as Brendon didn't feel fear, or panic, or dread. Not until now.

As quickly as the paralysing fear washed over him, did it disappear again before he was charging through the chaos towards South 15. If he had been in a better state of mind, he would've noticed the poor med student he had accidentally flung to the side as he entered the room.

"What the hell happened," Brendon said, rushing to your side. HE gave you a quick glance over, his eyes focussing on the blood gushing from your leg, staining the white dress he had picked out for you. "Who did this to you, baby?"

You look up at him and sigh, "The dog did."

He looks at you incredulously. "Sonny? My mother was meant to get him hours ago."

"She was running late, so I walked him and went to put him outside as she was only ten minutes away. He saw a squirrel go up the tree...”

"And how does that end with you coming through an ambulance bay?" He looked at you again, but this time his gaze had softened considerably now he knew you were almost certainly going to be okay. Jack had started to clean your leg, revealing the wound which did not look as serious now that 90% of the blood surrounding it had been cleared away. He looked up towards Jack, "Don't give her any penicillin for this, she is allergic."

Jack just gave him a thumbs up, not wanting to get in the middle of another moment between the Parks. The first time was bad enough.

You reached out to take his hand, "He barred past me, and I got the heels stuck in the siding of the porch, and I fell. Landed on the rock pile Isla was making. Sonny then thought it smart to come and drool on the wound before I could get up."

"Why didn't you call, I would've come and got you?”

"Your mother found me, and panicked, and called the ambulance." You deadpanned. Truly, you loved your mother-in-law, but she did have a habit of overreacting. If it had been up to you, you would have cleaned it and stitched it up yourself, and gotten a quick tetanus shot before meeting Brendon in his office. But clearly nothing is going to plan this evening. "And now we're here. Speaking of, I'm going to need to change before we go to dinner. Blood-stained clothes are so out of fashion right now."

Brendon shot you a look, clearly not appreciating the joke right now. "We're not going to dinner, sweetheart. We're going to get you patched up, and dosed with all the medicines you need. And then we are going to go home and eat Thai takeout."

"But what about all your planning, you worked so hard to make it all happen."

Brendon stroked your now messed up hair from your face, and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. He didn't have to think very hard to imagine how lovely you looked all dressed up for him, because you looked lovely to him all the time.

"I don't care about that, I care about you."

Pressing another kiss to your forehead, Brendon pulled away slightly, letting you and Jack know he will be back soon with your tetanus jab, as well as a prescription for some broad-spectrum antibiotics for you.

You watched as he shut the door behind him, waiting till he was fully gone from earshot before turning to jack. "I'm never living this down am I?"

Jack laughed, "Which part? The bit where a dog and a stone sent you to the ER, or the other part where you managed to tame the shark?"

You just sighed, resting your head back against the propped up gurney. Whilst it had not been the nice evening you had planned for, at least it would be an unforgettable one.

—-

note: my dog is called Sonny so he’s featuring in this. I can and would be pleased to show Sonny pics to all if asked

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Another @chiefdirector masterpiece👏🏼

You have to love a man who still plans dates after two kids but will also take you home for takeout after a trip to the hospital! I love the brief interaction with Jack and the descriptions throughout this; it gives the relationship so much depth and detail!🤍

ps PLEASE SHOW US SONNY!!! Sorry. I get excited about dogs and you’re (still) my favourite for featuring your dog🤭

[chiefdirector]

THIS IS THE BOY. BEHOLD THE BOY

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HE’S ADORABLE AND PRECIOUS AND PERFECT!!! It is truly an honor to behold him, thank you!!!🤍🤍

Not to make this weird but I would die for Sonny. I would kill for Sonny. I’d do unspeakable atrocities for Sonny.

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Not weird at all, it’s the natural order of things. In fact I would also die for him. But in all honesty he would do unspeakable atrocities for a fun afternoon activity. Doggy is evil and I love him for that

But he’s only evil to others. He’s my baby. He’s the bestest for me. Literally will lay down on the floor and he will tuck himself into me like a little spoon style

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A Nice Evening | Brendon Park | The Pitt

It was meant to be a nice evening.

You had managed to convince Jack to come in about two early for his shift, allowing you enough time to get ready for the evening. It had been a long time since you were able to dress-up and truly feel beautiful; you had been living in your work scrubs and your pyjamas for so long it was like you owned nothing else.

Brendon had it all planned out. For weeks, he had been trying to find a night where you were both free from work at a reasonable time so you could finally have a date night. Since you had become parents, your love life had been sitting on the back burners, but Brendon was determined to change that. He doesn't do anything by halves.

So he planned, and planned, and planned.

His mother was to have your dog, Sonny, and both of your daughters, Isla and Edith, for the evening, under strict instructions to have them asleep by 7:30pm (realistically, he knew it would be closer to 9pm, but this was not an argument he was willing to have with his tiny, Catholic mother). He had brought you a new dress, and left it hanging on the bedroom door for you, and had even booked a taxi to pick you up and take you back to the hospital so you could leave as soon as his shift had ended.

He had even brought his suit with him that morning, knowing he would shower after his last surgery of the day. So, all in all, Brendon had ensured that it would be a nice evening, because God knows you deserve it.

There was only one thing he had not planned on.

And that was you coming through the ambulance bay of the PTMC Emergency, strapped to a gurney with blood pooling down your leg. For a few seconds, the room felt like it went quiet before it exploded into chaos.

Suddenly, doctors and nurses were rushing forth to greet her, and escort her into South 15 but Brendon couldn't move. For a moment, it was as if his legs were pillars, bolted to the ground. He was vaguely aware of a lump building in his chest; if a patient had described the symptom, he could easily identify it as fear. But he couldn't recognise it himself as Brendon didn't feel fear, or panic, or dread. Not until now.

As quickly as the paralysing fear washed over him, did it disappear again before he was charging through the chaos towards South 15. If he had been in a better state of mind, he would've noticed the poor med student he had accidentally flung to the side as he entered the room.

"What the hell happened," Brendon said, rushing to your side. HE gave you a quick glance over, his eyes focussing on the blood gushing from your leg, staining the white dress he had picked out for you. "Who did this to you, baby?"

You look up at him and sigh, "The dog did."

He looks at you incredulously. "Sonny? My mother was meant to get him hours ago."

"She was running late, so I walked him and went to put him outside as she was only ten minutes away. He saw a squirrel go up the tree...”

"And how does that end with you coming through an ambulance bay?" He looked at you again, but this time his gaze had softened considerably now he knew you were almost certainly going to be okay. Jack had started to clean your leg, revealing the wound which did not look as serious now that 90% of the blood surrounding it had been cleared away. He looked up towards Jack, "Don't give her any penicillin for this, she is allergic."

Jack just gave him a thumbs up, not wanting to get in the middle of another moment between the Parks. The first time was bad enough.

You reached out to take his hand, "He barred past me, and I got the heels stuck in the siding of the porch, and I fell. Landed on the rock pile Isla was making. Sonny then thought it smart to come and drool on the wound before I could get up."

"Why didn't you call, I would've come and got you?”

"Your mother found me, and panicked, and called the ambulance." You deadpanned. Truly, you loved your mother-in-law, but she did have a habit of overreacting. If it had been up to you, you would have cleaned it and stitched it up yourself, and gotten a quick tetanus shot before meeting Brendon in his office. But clearly nothing is going to plan this evening. "And now we're here. Speaking of, I'm going to need to change before we go to dinner. Blood-stained clothes are so out of fashion right now."

Brendon shot you a look, clearly not appreciating the joke right now. "We're not going to dinner, sweetheart. We're going to get you patched up, and dosed with all the medicines you need. And then we are going to go home and eat Thai takeout."

"But what about all your planning, you worked so hard to make it all happen."

Brendon stroked your now messed up hair from your face, and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. He didn't have to think very hard to imagine how lovely you looked all dressed up for him, because you looked lovely to him all the time.

"I don't care about that, I care about you."

Pressing another kiss to your forehead, Brendon pulled away slightly, letting you and Jack know he will be back soon with your tetanus jab, as well as a prescription for some broad-spectrum antibiotics for you.

You watched as he shut the door behind him, waiting till he was fully gone from earshot before turning to jack. "I'm never living this down am I?"

Jack laughed, "Which part? The bit where a dog and a stone sent you to the ER, or the other part where you managed to tame the shark?"

You just sighed, resting your head back against the propped up gurney. Whilst it had not been the nice evening you had planned for, at least it would be an unforgettable one.

—-

note: my dog is called Sonny so he’s featuring in this. I can and would be pleased to show Sonny pics to all if asked

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Another @chiefdirector masterpiece👏🏼

You have to love a man who still plans dates after two kids but will also take you home for takeout after a trip to the hospital! I love the brief interaction with Jack and the descriptions throughout this; it gives the relationship so much depth and detail!🤍

ps PLEASE SHOW US SONNY!!! Sorry. I get excited about dogs and you’re (still) my favourite for featuring your dog🤭

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A Nice Evening | Brendon Park | The Pitt

It was meant to be a nice evening.

You had managed to convince Jack to come in about two early for his shift, allowing you enough time to get ready for the evening. It had been a long time since you were able to dress-up and truly feel beautiful; you had been living in your work scrubs and your pyjamas for so long it was like you owned nothing else.

Brendon had it all planned out. For weeks, he had been trying to find a night where you were both free from work at a reasonable time so you could finally have a date night. Since you had become parents, your love life had been sitting on the back burners, but Brendon was determined to change that. He doesn't do anything by halves.

So he planned, and planned, and planned.

His mother was to have your dog, Sonny, and both of your daughters, Isla and Edith, for the evening, under strict instructions to have them asleep by 7:30pm (realistically, he knew it would be closer to 9pm, but this was not an argument he was willing to have with his tiny, Catholic mother). He had brought you a new dress, and left it hanging on the bedroom door for you, and had even booked a taxi to pick you up and take you back to the hospital so you could leave as soon as his shift had ended.

He had even brought his suit with him that morning, knowing he would shower after his last surgery of the day. So, all in all, Brendon had ensured that it would be a nice evening, because God knows you deserve it.

There was only one thing he had not planned on.

And that was you coming through the ambulance bay of the PTMC Emergency, strapped to a gurney with blood pooling down your leg. For a few seconds, the room felt like it went quiet before it exploded into chaos.

Suddenly, doctors and nurses were rushing forth to greet her, and escort her into South 15 but Brendon couldn't move. For a moment, it was as if his legs were pillars, bolted to the ground. He was vaguely aware of a lump building in his chest; if a patient had described the symptom, he could easily identify it as fear. But he couldn't recognise it himself as Brendon didn't feel fear, or panic, or dread. Not until now.

As quickly as the paralysing fear washed over him, did it disappear again before he was charging through the chaos towards South 15. If he had been in a better state of mind, he would've noticed the poor med student he had accidentally flung to the side as he entered the room.

"What the hell happened," Brendon said, rushing to your side. HE gave you a quick glance over, his eyes focussing on the blood gushing from your leg, staining the white dress he had picked out for you. "Who did this to you, baby?"

You look up at him and sigh, "The dog did."

He looks at you incredulously. "Sonny? My mother was meant to get him hours ago."

"She was running late, so I walked him and went to put him outside as she was only ten minutes away. He saw a squirrel go up the tree...”

"And how does that end with you coming through an ambulance bay?" He looked at you again, but this time his gaze had softened considerably now he knew you were almost certainly going to be okay. Jack had started to clean your leg, revealing the wound which did not look as serious now that 90% of the blood surrounding it had been cleared away. He looked up towards Jack, "Don't give her any penicillin for this, she is allergic."

Jack just gave him a thumbs up, not wanting to get in the middle of another moment between the Parks. The first time was bad enough.

You reached out to take his hand, "He barred past me, and I got the heels stuck in the siding of the porch, and I fell. Landed on the rock pile Isla was making. Sonny then thought it smart to come and drool on the wound before I could get up."

"Why didn't you call, I would've come and got you?”

"Your mother found me, and panicked, and called the ambulance." You deadpanned. Truly, you loved your mother-in-law, but she did have a habit of overreacting. If it had been up to you, you would have cleaned it and stitched it up yourself, and gotten a quick tetanus shot before meeting Brendon in his office. But clearly nothing is going to plan this evening. "And now we're here. Speaking of, I'm going to need to change before we go to dinner. Blood-stained clothes are so out of fashion right now."

Brendon shot you a look, clearly not appreciating the joke right now. "We're not going to dinner, sweetheart. We're going to get you patched up, and dosed with all the medicines you need. And then we are going to go home and eat Thai takeout."

"But what about all your planning, you worked so hard to make it all happen."

Brendon stroked your now messed up hair from your face, and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. He didn't have to think very hard to imagine how lovely you looked all dressed up for him, because you looked lovely to him all the time.

"I don't care about that, I care about you."

Pressing another kiss to your forehead, Brendon pulled away slightly, letting you and Jack know he will be back soon with your tetanus jab, as well as a prescription for some broad-spectrum antibiotics for you.

You watched as he shut the door behind him, waiting till he was fully gone from earshot before turning to jack. "I'm never living this down am I?"

Jack laughed, "Which part? The bit where a dog and a stone sent you to the ER, or the other part where you managed to tame the shark?"

You just sighed, resting your head back against the propped up gurney. Whilst it had not been the nice evening you had planned for, at least it would be an unforgettable one.

—-

note: my dog is called Sonny so he’s featuring in this. I can and would be pleased to show Sonny pics to all if asked

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Park gives me big vibes of those guys on tiktok reading off ways they insulted a girl/their girlfriend without realizing it. Like I just think he’s always been so asshole-y and the flings he’s had were into that sort of thing so he never actually learned how to flirt or talk to girls at all so he’d be fumbling hard trying to talk to his first real crush

Flirt like a Pro | Brendon Park | The Pitt

It had all started innocently enough. After a long day at the PTMC, you and Brendon had finally managed to escape and make it home. And as the evening wound down, the low drone of some 90’s rom-com played on the TV as you and Brendon prepared your dinner. (Read: Brendon was cooking, as you had been barred from touching anything ten minutes ago). All in all, it was a nice, happy evening. Or it had been, until Brendon had made out some cheesy line from the movie. You weren't even quite sure what had even been said, but whatever it was seemed to have struck Brendon as odd.

“I don’t get it,” he said, stirring the pasta ragu he had just saved after your culinary interference from before, “how can you be so oblivious to insult your own girlfriend and not know it?”

You stay silent as your eyes snap up to watch Brendon as he moves to get the pepper grinder. Often, you had thought you could spend forever watching Brendon just move around your apartment, indulging in the privilege of being the only one to see Park the Shark being domestic. However, it wasn’t himself that had caught your interest, more so what he had said, and what he was continuing to say.

“Like seriously. How thick can you be to call your girl dumb to her face and not realise it?”

You had briefly thought to let him continue and eventually allow the topic to dissolve, but it wasn’t every day you got to bring up some of the highlights of your early relationship. “I don’t know, Bren. Even smart people can be awfully stupid sometimes.”

He cocked his eyebrow at you, continuing once again. “I couldn't imagine insulting you, accidentally or not, Baby.”

That was the nail in the coffin for your composure. You couldn't hold back the snicker at his words. “Bren, you know I love you, yeah?”

Brendon turned the pasta sauce down, so he could turn his full attention to you. “Of course I do, I love you too.”

“Good, just remember that.” You giggle once again, before breathing in to collect yourself. “You used to insult me all the time; accidently of course, but insult me nonetheless.”

“No I did not!”

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him. “You literally had no idea how to flirt, or be with a woman who wasn’t a one night stand when we started dating. Honestly, it's a miracle we made it this far.”

Brendon placed the wooden spoon he was holding down onto the countertop. You could see his competitive side, and his obsessive need to be right, coming out. This was one he wasn’t going to win, and you knew you would make sure of it.

“You said, and I quote, ‘I love that you don't care about dressing up when we hang out,’.” You hold your fingers up, raising another for each point you made. “You asked me if I was sick; I had not worn makeup that day. Not to mention, on our third date, you had said I looked ‘different’  with my hair down, not pretty, no acknowledgement. Just different.”

“What’s wrong with any of that?” He asked. Normally his blunt tone would indicate he did not care, or wanted the conversation to be done; that would be true if he was at work. But at home, you knew what that tone meant. He was genuinely confused. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

“A. You basically said I dress like a slob, and didn’t care about my appearance when I’m with you. Which to be fair, I don't anymore. But we’re married so it doesn’t matter.” Once again, you raised your fingers to be able to list your point. “B, saying I look sick after seeing me without makeup for the first time is just plain rude. And C, saying my hair looks different is basically saying it doesn’t look good.”

Brendon just looked at you, jaw clenching then unclenching. “That’s not what I meant. And you know it.”

He moved his way around the island until he stood directly in front of you. “Baby, " firstly “different” is a neutral descriptor, at least to me and the rest of mankind. I had never seen it down before, and I didn’t think you would need me to tell you how gorgeous you are.”

You look up at him fondly. You could see the worry starting to form at the thought of him hurting your feelings, accidental or not. “Bren, baby, it was a date, neutral descriptors don’t belong.” 

“I know that now!” He sighed, leaning down slightly. “And regarding the clothes, I didn’t think you were a slob, I just liked that you didn’t feel the need to dress differently for me. I liked that you were comfortable enough around me to dress in sweats and my shirt.”

You smile up at him, quickly giving him a peck on the lips. “And what about saying I looked sick?”

“I stand by that one.” He smiled down, voice light and teasing. “You looked like you were going to drop.”

“Bren!” You exclaim, moving to swat him. However, before you could make contact, Brendon's hand grabs your own and brings it up to his lips so he can kiss your palm and rest it against his face.

Brendon lets out a small sigh, and presses one more kiss to your hand, before gently bringing it back down to your side.

“I love you baby.” He murmured, “I hope you can forgive me for all my social transgressions.”

“Of course I will…” You pretend to contemplate for a second. “But I’m not the only thing that needs your focus.”

Instead of explaining, you just point over his shoulder to where the once boiling pasta had somehow started to burn. Quickly, Brendon moved to get the pot off from the stove top and into the sick. Five minutes ago, you would have teased Brendon for managing to burn water, but instead you filed the memory away for next time he decides to judge a rom-com character for being incompetent.

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I love my socially blunt Shark 🩷😔

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My Headcanon is that man does nawt know how to socialise. Very much when in a new relationship would bring his partner a coffee turn around and leave without saying anything. Hes like nailed that social interaction 🙂‍↕️

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hii you’re actually my favorite brendon park writer 😭 like every time you post a new fic i get so excited because you write him so perfectly?? the way you do his personality genuinely feels so accurate and your fics are always so addictive to read omg

Hi! Omggg thank you so much. That is so kind of you 😭😭😭

I only recently got back into to writing after like a year long hiatus, so this means so much to me ☺️

if you want, if you let me know your user I can tag you in the future x

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does anyone have any brendon park requests please please please

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Park gives me big vibes of those guys on tiktok reading off ways they insulted a girl/their girlfriend without realizing it. Like I just think he’s always been so asshole-y and the flings he’s had were into that sort of thing so he never actually learned how to flirt or talk to girls at all so he’d be fumbling hard trying to talk to his first real crush

Flirt like a Pro | Brendon Park | The Pitt

It had all started innocently enough. After a long day at the PTMC, you and Brendon had finally managed to escape and make it home. And as the evening wound down, the low drone of some 90’s rom-com played on the TV as you and Brendon prepared your dinner. (Read: Brendon was cooking, as you had been barred from touching anything ten minutes ago). All in all, it was a nice, happy evening. Or it had been, until Brendon had made out some cheesy line from the movie. You weren't even quite sure what had even been said, but whatever it was seemed to have struck Brendon as odd.

“I don’t get it,” he said, stirring the pasta ragu he had just saved after your culinary interference from before, “how can you be so oblivious to insult your own girlfriend and not know it?”

You stay silent as your eyes snap up to watch Brendon as he moves to get the pepper grinder. Often, you had thought you could spend forever watching Brendon just move around your apartment, indulging in the privilege of being the only one to see Park the Shark being domestic. However, it wasn’t himself that had caught your interest, more so what he had said, and what he was continuing to say.

“Like seriously. How thick can you be to call your girl dumb to her face and not realise it?”

You had briefly thought to let him continue and eventually allow the topic to dissolve, but it wasn’t every day you got to bring up some of the highlights of your early relationship. “I don’t know, Bren. Even smart people can be awfully stupid sometimes.”

He cocked his eyebrow at you, continuing once again. “I couldn't imagine insulting you, accidentally or not, Baby.”

That was the nail in the coffin for your composure. You couldn't hold back the snicker at his words. “Bren, you know I love you, yeah?”

Brendon turned the pasta sauce down, so he could turn his full attention to you. “Of course I do, I love you too.”

“Good, just remember that.” You giggle once again, before breathing in to collect yourself. “You used to insult me all the time; accidently of course, but insult me nonetheless.”

“No I did not!”

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him. “You literally had no idea how to flirt, or be with a woman who wasn’t a one night stand when we started dating. Honestly, it's a miracle we made it this far.”

Brendon placed the wooden spoon he was holding down onto the countertop. You could see his competitive side, and his obsessive need to be right, coming out. This was one he wasn’t going to win, and you knew you would make sure of it.

“You said, and I quote, ‘I love that you don't care about dressing up when we hang out,’.” You hold your fingers up, raising another for each point you made. “You asked me if I was sick; I had not worn makeup that day. Not to mention, on our third date, you had said I looked ‘different’  with my hair down, not pretty, no acknowledgement. Just different.”

“What’s wrong with any of that?” He asked. Normally his blunt tone would indicate he did not care, or wanted the conversation to be done; that would be true if he was at work. But at home, you knew what that tone meant. He was genuinely confused. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

“A. You basically said I dress like a slob, and didn’t care about my appearance when I’m with you. Which to be fair, I don't anymore. But we’re married so it doesn’t matter.” Once again, you raised your fingers to be able to list your point. “B, saying I look sick after seeing me without makeup for the first time is just plain rude. And C, saying my hair looks different is basically saying it doesn’t look good.”

Brendon just looked at you, jaw clenching then unclenching. “That’s not what I meant. And you know it.”

He moved his way around the island until he stood directly in front of you. “Baby, " firstly “different” is a neutral descriptor, at least to me and the rest of mankind. I had never seen it down before, and I didn’t think you would need me to tell you how gorgeous you are.”

You look up at him fondly. You could see the worry starting to form at the thought of him hurting your feelings, accidental or not. “Bren, baby, it was a date, neutral descriptors don’t belong.” 

“I know that now!” He sighed, leaning down slightly. “And regarding the clothes, I didn’t think you were a slob, I just liked that you didn’t feel the need to dress differently for me. I liked that you were comfortable enough around me to dress in sweats and my shirt.”

You smile up at him, quickly giving him a peck on the lips. “And what about saying I looked sick?”

“I stand by that one.” He smiled down, voice light and teasing. “You looked like you were going to drop.”

“Bren!” You exclaim, moving to swat him. However, before you could make contact, Brendon's hand grabs your own and brings it up to his lips so he can kiss your palm and rest it against his face.

Brendon lets out a small sigh, and presses one more kiss to your hand, before gently bringing it back down to your side.

“I love you baby.” He murmured, “I hope you can forgive me for all my social transgressions.”

“Of course I will…” You pretend to contemplate for a second. “But I’m not the only thing that needs your focus.”

Instead of explaining, you just point over his shoulder to where the once boiling pasta had somehow started to burn. Quickly, Brendon moved to get the pot off from the stove top and into the sick. Five minutes ago, you would have teased Brendon for managing to burn water, but instead you filed the memory away for next time he decides to judge a rom-com character for being incompetent.

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