Summary: When you struggle to reacclimate at home Brendon realises you need a change up.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a 'sticky' situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
Home - Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
It’s your first day in the house and reacclimating is a problem, a big one.
You love the house. You love all the work Brendon, and your father have put into adapting it. The fact it already feels like home despite the fact you’ve only just rolled through the door.
So, the real problem, you realise. The real problem is you.
You don’t seem to fit.
Literally.
That side of the couch you always sit on when you’re catching a Raven’s game, you can’t get comfortable because it seems too low for your leg and if you tuck a cushion underneath it puts strain on your hip.
When you wheel yourself into the kitchen to make a cup of tea you realise the kettle is unobtainable, pushed back against the backsplash in its usual place. Any attempt to lean over in your chair results in you almost tipping it over and falling out.
It’s the same with the bookcase, there’s only one bookshelf you can comfortably reach and it’s the one directly in front of you with the framed pictures of you and your parents, you and Bren. The books are either too high or too low to grasp.
“I need a grabber.” You say glumly as you sit in your wheelchair alongside the couch, your chin on your hand as you watch the Bengals get slaughtered by the Steelers. Even your archenemies bitter defeat isn’t doing much to improve your mood.
“We can get you one.” Brendon says from his position on the couch as he twists his head, his full attention coming to rest on you. “But what you really need is a change up.”
“What does that even mean?” You ask, scowling as you attempt to decipher his words.
His gaze slips to your stump, his dark eyebrows furrowing as if he’s doing math. You can see the cogs slowly turning and it pisses you off even more than you aren’t part of whatever conversion he’s doing in his head.
“Alright…” He says finally, rising to his feet. “We’re four weeks post op so I think I should be able to get away with doing this.”
“What are you– ummphhh.” Your question is drowned out when he literally picks you up from the wheelchair and tosses you over his shoulder.
“Does this hurt?” He asks, adjusting his grip because you’re now about five pounds lighter and your weight disruption is a little uneven.
“No you neanderthal, it doesn’t.” You land a smack right on his ass from your new vantage point. The sound vibrates through the room and you can feel his smile against your hip as he playfully bites your ass through your shorts, making you yelp.
“Good.” He says taking you with him on his journey into the open plan kitchen. “Because we’re going to fix some shit.”
He sets you down on the worksurface carefully, adjusting your hips with his palms so that your stump isn’t hanging over the edge of the counter. “What about the kitchen isn’t working for you?”
You run your hand through your hair, shoving it away from your features as you gesture at the kettle, the biggest offender in this space. “Everything is too far away when I’m in my chair. The appliances, the teabags, the mugs. I almost fall out of it, trying to reach them.”
“Shit.” He states his eyes sweeping over your form before assessing his own. “I forgot you’re almost a foot shorter than me so when I was testing out what you could reach with a dining chair...”
“Oh.” You say, because that is incredibly romantic in its own special little way. “You actually did that?”
“Yeah.” He says scrubbing his palm over the back of his neck as he pulls a face at his own mistake. “I thought I was being helpful, but I guess there were some factors I should have taken into consideration.”
“You were helpful.” You assure him as he drifts towards the opposite side of the kitchen and begins to adjust the location of the appliances you like to use. “You just forgot I’m a shortass.”
The edges of his mouth tip up as he shifts the kettle into a more manoeuvrable space, the tea station comes next, along with the mug you like to use. “Alright then shortass, you can do the things on your side of the counter and I’ll do mine.”
It takes a couple of minutes for the two of you to reorganise the kitchen but in the aftermath, you feel better already, seeing everything you need within arm’s reach. It’s a good step towards your independence, especially when Brendon returns to work in a few days.
“Ok passenger princess.” Brendon parks himself between your thighs, his palms coming to rest on the counter alongside your hips as he steals a kiss. “What’s next on our agenda?”
“The bookshelf.” You tell him, your fingers running his hair making him arch like a cat against you. It’s getting a little long these days, just enough for you to grab in your fists if you were that way inclined, and you do feel inclined, very inclined. You’re just scared of how different things are going to be when you do eventually decide to get back on that horse. “I can only reach the shelf I’m eye level with, so we need to move the pictures to a higher one and those ones down…and they’re in the wrong order.”
That kind of thing, it drives you absolutely fucking crazy. You can’t wait to pull them all off the shelf and reorganise them.
“So, the problem is you can’t reach your billionaire romances or your murder mysteries. We can fix that… hold on.”
His hands slide under your ass, grasping it so your core is snug against his cock. Your fingers lace at the back of his neck as he lifts you again, holding on for dear life as he manhandles you.
Christ you’ve missed his, having his hands on you. There’s no tentativeness, no unsurety, just the skilled dexterity of the man you love as he carries you back towards the couch.
“Oh, what are you…” He sets you down on his side of the sofa, the one that hasn’t been indented with years of you sitting there.
“I’m putting you down in my seat.” He explains, rearranging the cushions behind you. “You have a different shape now, so you need something a little more firmer, that’s more supportive of your leg. How does that feel?”
“Better actually. A lot better.” You admit, testing the flexibility of the cushion. It’s unrelenting under your weight, keeping your thigh situated without putting additional pressure on your hip.
“Good.” He says, moving away to procure your books but you catch his hand, tugging him back to you.
“Bren.” You say softly, the anxiety filtering into your voice. “I want to talk about sex.”
“OK.” He says dropping down into the seat alongside you. His arm rests on the back of the sofa, his fingertips stroking gently through your hair, soothing you as you try to find the words.
“You know things are going to be different right?” You blurt out and his eyes narrow as he tries to understand your concerns. “I’m not the same person I was before, my body is… it’s not that I don’t feel sexy, which is weird because I lost a leg and that makes most people feel incredibly unsexy. It’s just when we do get to do that again… I’m going to need help, our go to positions, the kinky shit we did… I’m not sure of how much of that we’ll be able to do anymore. We’ll have to make adjustments, it’s probably going to be a little weird...”
“You mean we’ll get to explore lots of new and interesting things together.” Brendon breaks into the conversation, his fingers trailing along your jaw, tipping up your chin so he can look into your eyes. “I think, when you are ready to dip your toes back into the pool the two of you are going to have a lot of fun figuring out what works for us.”
“Yeah?” You say almost shyly as his thumb traces over the shape of your lips, dragging the lower one down just enough to make sparks shoot through your body. “You really think that?”
“I know that Rae.” He says softly, leaning over to capture your mouth. That kiss, it’s filthy. It makes your heart race, your blood pumping through veins as his tongue swipes along the seam of your mouth. “You and me, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”
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Soft!Brendon Park doesn't want a one night stand - Finished
Summary
Brendon Park had waited a while before he had the courage to talk to you, and of course he didn't regret it especially as it had led to one of the best nights in his life.
But when he realises that you think that it was only a one night stand, he knows that he has to grovel to show you that it meant much more to him than just that.
Chapters:
Part 1: In which he grows some balls
Part 2: In which he asks you out
Part 3: In which you realise that Park the Shark is just Brendon
More info:
Light hearted story ; head cannons ; minimal smut ; soft!brendon
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