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about me: jammie, 27 years old, she/her, introvert as fuck.

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[ updated: 07-12-2025 ]

[avananabread]

Sylus fluff. Featuring his lovely nose. :> wc: 280~

A cozy warmth greets your senses as you gradually wake. You blink and yawn, then shift under the blanket to turn around and face Sylus, still asleep.

A smile forms on your face as you quietly observe his handsome profile, your gaze sweeping over the long lashes on his closed eyes, his chiseled jaw, his lips… eventually settling on his defined nose.

So pretty, you’ve always thought. You prop yourself on your arms and draw closer to his face. Your lips close in on its target, and land a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Make that two. Or three. Another kiss, then another, and another… until you’re peppering his nose with kisses.

You feel him shift, but that doesn’t stop your barrage. His lips curl up in a smile and a rumble sounds deep in his chest, though his eyes remain closed.

“You keep missing the mark, sweetie. My lips are here.”

Giggling, you press yet another kiss on his nose. “Am not.” Then you bite it gently.

His crimson eyes fly open to meet your cheeky ones. Uh oh.

Effortlessly, he flips you over so that he has the higher ground, caging you within his arms. With a smirk, he starts attacking your nose with kisses, except he’s faster… and sloppier.

You squeal, trying to push him off. “Sy—Sylus!” Your laughter rings out. One of his favorite sounds.

He stops, looking at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile. His fingers reach to wipe your nose.

Then he leans down once more, but this time finding your lips, sharing languid kisses that say, I adore you.

He loves waking up to your playful little mischief. He loves getting slow, happy mornings like this.

[tumbleweedstillhaspanic]

Dr. Brendon Park’s wife somehow managing to talk him into letting her have chickens in their backyard. She looked it up and it’s totally legal in their county. The hoa can suck it okay. She’ll totally deal with the hoa president if she says shit. Barb has it coming and she’s afraid of Park…so Reader is gonna weaponize her scary husband to deal with the hoa…

He’s buying a dumb expensive coop and having a fence installed. Park is spending his day off driving a few hours outside the city to the only feed store nearby so she can buy chicken feed.

He tells her she better not come out with another damn chicken but she’s coming out holding a baby chick defending it by “it reminded me of you 🥹.” “Baby, WTF about a baby chick reminded you of me!!?? Okay fine it is kind of cute. Yeah it’s adorable that it’s speckled, fine.” She tries to come out with a baby duck once but he talks her down by promising two baby chicks instead.

He comes home to find his wife sitting outside with the chickens cuddling them like they’re dogs…does he join her, yes because it makes her happy so shut up…does he at least like the fresh eggs??? Yes. Garcia gets a lot of fresh eggs and Park refuses to explain where he’s getting them…

Reader insists they’re gonna retire to a farm one day…Park says no but she’ll win him over one chicken at a time…

The things Park the Shark does for love…

[erenophilic]

"Just tell me you don't love me anymore." Zayne freezes mid removing his shoes. His head turns slowly to your figure standing in the hallway, arms crossed and practically vibrating with something that looked perilously close to actual fury.

Did he forget something? What day is it?

He sets his shoe down carefully. "I'm sorry, love. Did I do something wrong?”

He reaches for you but you step back before he could. "Don't touch me."

He's confused. He ran through the day in his mind for possible mistakes he might have made, but couldn’t find any. He remembered waking up with you this morning, you had been in a perfectly good mood.

You even laughed at something over breakfast and nearly choked on your coffee, then he had dropped you at the hunter association on his way to work. You had stolen a couple of kisses before saying goodbye.

And today wasn't a special day he could have missed. Then what did he do? “Talk to me, darling. Tell me what I did wrong."

"Tell you what you did wrong? Do you even see what time it is?" His eyes snapped to the clock on the wall— 6 minutes past his usual time, he won't consider that late so he doesn't understand why.

"You never come home on time. You left me on seen for twenty minutes. You rearranged the mugs, why did you rearrange the mugs? And you.. you… you forgot to close the window yesterday, i was -”

"Did you eat today, love?"

"That's- no, I didn't because I was waiting for my husband to come home so we could eat together but apparently my husband has forgotten he has a wife waiting at home.”

Oh now he knows what’s wrong. He is already walking to the kitchen.

"Wow, are you ignoring me, Dr Zayne Li?” You follow him. "Very mature, very-"

He comes back with a slice of cake on a plate. You looked at it. "I'm not hungry."

He holds a bite out to you. "I said I'm not hungry" you said, but your stomach growled immediately after. Embarrassed, you took the bite to distract him from the sound.

You let him feed you, arms still crossed stubbornly while trying to maintain the pissed off look.

"Feeling better?"

"Mmmhm." You finish the last bite and your expression softens. "I'm sorry. You weren't even late."

"I know."

You look down. "I didn't eat lunch either."

He sets the plate aside and pulls you into him, tucking your face against his chest. "You could have just said you were hungry."

"You could have just come home on time.”

He presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'll be 6 minutes early tomorrow."

You rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. "Promise?"

"Promise.”

“I love you” you tuck your face back into his chest and pull him closer.

“I love you too.”

[kosmogrl]

[emeraldwastelandwitch]

[luvzayne]

“why do you do that?”

you furrowed your brows at sylus’ question, your phone was posed between your hands, angling it towards the michelin course that was in front of you, finger on the touchscreen, ready to take a picture. 

“do what?” 

sylus gestures vaguely to your phone. 

“take pictures of the food.” sylus answers, you give him a sheepish smile. 

“i like taking pictures of the food before i eat it, i’m immortalizing the visual before i devour it.” 

sylus snorts, shaking his head fondly, but he doesn’t say anything more as he lets you take photos of your meal in all angles until you are satisfied. 

while you were engrossed in your little photoshoot, you failed to see sylus take his phone out and angle it towards you, waiting for the moment your lips pout in concentration before he snaps the photo. 

not realizing that he was a grandpa with technology, the shutter sound caught your attention. not that it mattered. 

“sylus, what’re you doing? you should’ve told me! i wasn’t ready.”

sylus looks at the photo he took, lips twitching into a smirk. 

“just as you said, sweetie.” 

he lifts his head to meet your eyes. 

“i’m immortalizing the visual before i devour her tonight, kitten.”

oh.

[abyssyby]

[kenziexoxoxo]

*Brendon Park hated jury duty he fucking hated it with a passion.

His wife is the assistant to the district attorney but it was still pretty rare that he saw her when he got called for jury duty which seemed to be 3 times a year that he'd have it.

They were picking jury members he stated the facts that were written on a whiteboard in the front of the small room. He looked at the lawyers involved and by damn it his wife's boss was there he'd never gotten jury duty when it was with the district attorney. The defense asked.*

"Dr. Park do you know anyone involved in this trial?" The DA who knew Brendon and his humor very very well sighed under his breath. And as if the universe decided today was the day to make his wife the most uncomfortable she walked in to hand her boss something when he opened his mouth.

"I sleep with the district attorneys assistant." He said dryly. She paused mid step her face flaming red as her boss and the defense attorney turned and looked at her. Her boss was trying not to laugh as Park had a shit eating grin on his face. The court reporter had to hide her face she was laughing so hard and she saw the judges lips twitch.

"I'm sorry your honor he is my husband and has a weird sense of humor." She said quickly handing her boss the papers he needed as she gave her husband a look Brendon just wiggled his eyebrows at her.

[uwulyn]

brendon smells weird? pregnant with your fourth seems different from the last three. enjoying this? like, comment, reblog!

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By your fourth pregnancy, Brendon thinks he has seen everything.

Three boys. Three pregnancies. Three full rotations of cravings, moods, and very specific demands.

He knows how to handle it. He is prepared.

He is not prepared for this.

It’s a quiet night. The boys are finally asleep after arguing about something that did not matter but felt like it did. The house has settled into that rare kind of silence that makes everything feel softer.

You’re already in bed, half-reading, half-resting, one hand over your stomach.

Calm. Comfortable. Waiting.

Brendon comes in a few minutes later.

Fresh from the shower. Hair damp. Shirt clean.

Smelling like soap and something faintly clinical.

He gets into bed beside you.

You freeze.

“Wait...”

Brendon stills instantly.

“What?”

You turn your head slowly. Suspicious.

Then you lean in. Just a little.

You inhale.

Pause. And then—

you jerk back like you’ve been personally betrayed.

“No...”

Brendon blinks once. “What..."

“You smell wrong.”

“I just showered.”

“I know,” you say, already sounding offended. “Why would you do that?”

That makes him pause.

“...Because I was dirty?”

“You weren’t this,” you gesture at him vaguely, “this smells fake.”

He looks down at himself like he might find the answer there.

“It’s soap.”

“I don’t like it.”

Okay. He tries to reason it out.

“It’s clean.”

“It’s too clean,” you snap immediately.

“That’s not—”

“It’s not you.”

There’s a beat. He studies your face.

This isn’t just complaining. You’re actually bothered.

“Come here,” he says, reaching for you.

You lean away immediately.

“No.”

“No...”

“You smell like a hospital,” you accuse.

“I work at a hospital.”

“Exactly.”

He exhales slowly.

“Just—try,” he says, pulling you gently closer anyway.

You resist. Then give in a little.

You lean toward him again.

Careful.Suspicious.

You breathe in—

And immediately recoil like you’ve been attacked.

“Oh my—no—no, I can’t—”

Your eyes water instantly.

You shove lightly at his shoulder.

“Brendon, I can’t do this.”

He actually looks taken aback now.

“Do what?”

“Sleep next to that.”

“That.”

He repeats it flatly.

You’re already blinking fast, trying not to cry.

“It smells wrong,” you say, voice wobbling now. “I don’t like it, I don’t like it—”

And there it is.

Too late. Your face crumples.

Brendon straightens immediately.

“Hey.”

You turn away, pulling the blanket with you.

“No, it’s fine, just—sleep on the couch.”

He freezes.

“What?”

“Just go,” you insist, fully emotional now. “I can’t smell that all night, I’ll cry.”

“You’re already crying.”

“That’s because you smell like chemicals.”

There is a pause. A long one.

Brendon runs a hand over his face.

Processes.

Then without another word, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off.

Drops it somewhere behind him.

You sniff, pause and slowly turn back.

“What are you doing?”

“Try again.”

You hesitate.

Then lean in. Careful.

You breathe in—

Still not perfect.

But better.

You don’t recoil this time, which is already progress.

Your shoulders drop a little.

“Okay...”

Brendon watches you closely.

“Better?”

You nod.

Then immediately crawl closer, pressing into him like nothing happened.

He doesn’t comment on that.

Just adjusts his arm around you.

Steady.

You sniff once more. Just to be sure.

“...If you shower again, I’m filing for divorce.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“I’m serious.”

“I can tell.”

A quiet beat.

“Sorry...” you mumble against his chest.

“No.”

“I yelled at you.”

“You did.”

“...And told you to sleep on the couch.”

“You did that too.”

You go quiet.

Then softer—

“I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

He shifts slightly, settling you more comfortably against him.

His hand rests over yours on your stomach.

Grounding.

Familiar.

After a moment, you mumble—

“She’s the problem.”

Brendon exhales quietly.

“She is.”

You nod against him. “She doesn’t like it.”

There’s a pause.

Then, very softly—

“Okay.”

He presses a brief kiss to your hair.

Lets his hand rest there.

❤︎⁠

i was debating between brendon and robby...maybe i'll still post something like this for robby. sorry to the requests that still aren't posted ( ;´･ω･`)

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summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺

warnings! 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣, 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬

⋆ ౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You and Brendon have been together almost four years now. In all this time you both had wanted a dog but with both your work schedules, that just hadn’t been in the cards. You’d always had a dog growing up so this had been the longest you’d been without a furry companion.

Recently you had cut back on your hours at your office job, negotiating that if more hours were necessary, that you’d work from home. This change has been a real benefit to you. This also included an extra day off in the week, like today.

It’s Friday and you're currently scrolling online looking at different clothes, a ‘shopping problem’ as Brendon calls it, when you come across an ad.

You contemplate for a total of maybe five minutes before you've got your shoes on and you're out the door with your keys.

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You pull up to the building and go inside to look around. A worker greets you and walks you through the rooms. There’s so many and you can’t decide but you'll know when you see the one.

You walk past one room and stop to read the card. You can't walk away. It just feels right.

You turn to the worker with a beaming smile “Where do I sign up?”

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Brendon walks through the door of the apartment and sets his stuff down by the door. He’s about to go in search of you to figure out dinner when he suddenly steps on something loud.

A squeaky toy. Specifically, a dog toy.

He stares confused ‘What on earth did you get up to today, sweetheart.’

Then he hears you…baby-talking? And to who? He’s not 100% sure what's going on but he has a pretty good idea.

“Sweetheart, where are you?” he calls out.

He hears a giggle followed by “In the living room Bren!”

Striding towards there, he's surprised to see you on the ground with a large german shepherd. 

“Baby” he starts “Who’s this?”

“Bren, this is Nova” you say ruffling her fur playfully.

“Nova?” he repeats

She perks up at her name and makes her way over to Brendon.

He pets her, scratching behind her ears “Hey pretty girl, what are you doing here?” he says with a gentle smile.

You sit up on the floor “Nova here is a 5 year old german shepherd from that humane society down the street. I saw an ad where they do a ‘Stay the Weekend’ program. You pick an animal and they stay the weekend with you so they get to be outside of the building for a bit. Sometimes you can adopt afterwards, foster, see how they’d be in your home, or just volunteer for a good cause.” You explain in a soft tone.

“Ahh, so you didn't adopt her?” he asks, still petting the oversized lovebug.

You shake your head slightly with a half smile.

“No, I know we agreed to not get a dog yet but I just missed having one so bad. So I figured this was a good compromise. And she gets something out of it too.” you nod towards Nova.

Brendon smiles too “Well then miss Nova, I think we’ll just have to have the best weekend ever then, huh?” he says to her.

“Let's start off with a walk, sound good babe?” He looks at you.

“I think that's a great idea Bren–oh wait! Look at the stuff I got her at the pet store!” you get up to grab the bag of goodies to show.

Brendon looks over at Nova “She’s gonna spoil you for sure” he whispers to her.

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The walk was a great way to start the day with Nova. You brought some toys with you for her to play with when you passed by the park. You and Brendon both threw her frisbees, tennis balls, and a squeaky toy she seemed to be obsessed with.

After wearing her (and yourselves) out, you stopped by a coffee shop for a quick drink and snack. This also called for Nova’s first pup cup, which she loved.

—

The next two days consisted of fun walks, exploring the city, getting her groomed, naps, cuddles, and anything else you could find.

You had really missed this.

—

Soon it’s Sunday night and the three of you had made it to the living room after dinner to relax. 

Brendon looks down at you half laying on him, face against his chest fast asleep. 

Then he looks a little farther down where Nova has half her body across him, asleep with your hand laying across her. The tranquil moment melts his heart.

 But there’s something else there. 

Sadness. 

He’d not said it out loud but he’d gotten attached to Nova over this weekend. Maybe even more so than you had. She had fit right in with you guys like she’d always been there.

His heart hurt for you and him, not sure how you both would go back to life tomorrow without her

The thought plagues him until he falls asleep.

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The time comes the next morning to bring Nova back. You’d been more quiet than usual, attached at the hip with her, giving her extra love and treats.

Unfortunately, you had gotten a call earlier that morning saying you needed to come in-person to work. This meant you’d miss going to drop Nova off. This broke your heart and you shed your fair share of tears but tried to save face and cherish your last moments with her.

When it comes time for you to leave for work you get on your knees and hold her face in your hands.

“Bye Nova girl” you say through a few tears. “You’re the bestest girl. Me and Bren had the most fun with you. We’ll miss you so much but someone is gonna bring you home one day and love you forever. Be good for them.” You get choked up after that and just hug her, kissing her nose. Brendon’s heart is in two at the tearful goodbye. 

He gives you a kiss and steadying hug as he wishes you a good day at work.

—

Once he makes it to the facility, he brings Nova over to the front desk.

A friendly worker greets him “Hey how are you! Are you here to bring Miss Nova back?” She questions.

He looks at the lady and then down to Nova. 

It’s silent for all of 2 minutes before he crouches down to look at Nova. 

“Wanna surprise your momma, Nova?” He asks with a growing smile.

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It’s the end of your work day and you make it through the apartment door solemnly. You know Nova won’t be here but maybe you could just have a movie night with Brendon to distract you.

As you turn to walk towards the kitchen you see something in the living room that stops you in your tracks. 

Nova. 

She’s laid out on the couch half asleep until she notices you. Brendon’s in the kitchen making dinner for you both when he hears your footsteps.

“Hey sweetehart, how was work?”

You don’t even acknowledge the question and ask him your own.

“Bren, what’s she doing here?” You ask with confusion, a finger pointed towards the couch.

He turns to you, drying his hands off “There was a problem at the place when I brought her back.”

Your eyes widen in worry “What happened?”

“They said once you sign adoption papers, the animal stays with you forever” he says nonchalantly.

You stare back confused “But when I got her I didn’t sign adoption papers.”

“I know” he says and then looks up at you with a smile

 “I did.”

You continue to stare at him, heart racing.

No… no he fucking didn’t.

“W-what do you mean?” You whisper as the tears threaten to fall and your heart beats faster.

His smile gets impossibly wider as he walks to the couch and scratches Nova's ears.

“Sweetheart, say hello to the newest member of the Park family.”

The tears suddenly fall and you can barely get the words out “You, y-you didn’t”

“I did” he says softly.

You run up to him and hug him hard, crying into his chest. “Thank you so much Brendon…” you say between tears.

He hugs you tighter and sways you both a little “I think she’s what we both needed.”

“Yeah, I think so too” you mumble against his chest.

Nova comes up beside you both, tail wagging happily.

Brendon holds you against him with one arm, kissing your forehead and scratches her head with the other hand.

This is exactly what he wanted everyday.

“Just me and my girls.”

[preciouspuppyriley]

dr brendon park; the shark

puppys thoughts: god, what. a. man. husband!park au, mostly based around my poll hosted this week :) not proofread, enjoy!

“Brendon, baby, I can’t breathe-“ While sunlight poured through sheer, white curtains, your natural alarm kicked in. Encased in a tangled mess of Egyptian cotton sheets, and your stray fleece blanket, waking up was a feat.

If you had managed to wake before your husbands shrill - and horrifyingly early - phone alarm, you would have enough time to prep your laptop bag, outfit, and maybe get the courage to start your morning routine.. but this was a weekend. No alarms and stumbling in the dark, no hushed “love you” ‘s in bed - just calm. Tilting your head, you could barely make out that it was 6:47. Early enough for the sun, but late enough to sleep in. Your eyes kept fluttering, threatening to drop shut for the umpteenth time yet. Had you dare to pry your eyes open, the man you married was quite a sight.

Brendon made himself comfortable the last couple minutes, with the grey fleece blanket around his lower back while laid on his favorite pillow: you. With one hand splayed across your left arm, and the other gripping part of the silk nightgown, he had zero intentions of moving. Despite your groans and small wriggles beneath his grip and body, Park didn’t dare separate. To be fair, he never really separated from you. Even down in the Pitt, on his rare Shark Attack, only about 25% of his time was focused on the patient. Sometimes, it even became an issue. Grumbling to himself over Ogilvie shadowing you, venting to Garcia about his late nights and how he had to leave you earlier to get to an emergency neuro-surgery. Park wasn’t a sharing man, not at all.

“sssh…’s comfy, love..”

His clinging turned into small rubs along your bicep, the smallest nuzzle into your collarbone. Brendon would never admit that he was the biggest baby around his wife, even though he loved telling the truth. While your own hand scrawled up and into messy brown waves, he got a tiny kiss atop his head.

“..glad your comfy, Shark..”

[buffalokill]

brendon park hates it when his wife fight. hes always the first to apologize <3

brendon park x f!reader I was gonna make it as the r working out of the hospital but then I was like nah maybe for another fic so I made it to where she works in the hospital. enjoy <3

the shark had a lot more of a bite to him. garcia had picked up on it the minute he arrived for shift. his eyes way sharper, and his tone a lot more clipped; a poor intern had been on the receiving end this morning when they weren’t quick enough to answer his question.

it had meant to be a joke from garcia. considering you guys were friends. a lil text of trouble in paradise before saying something about brendon being a little more short with the staff. she didn’t expect for you to show up to the er when they were down for a consult.

the “dr. park” that came from you when brendon stepped out of trauma had the entire ed coming to a stop.

side eyes and lips in the ‘o’ shape as if they just heard the physical slap. perlah and princess were probably clutching onto each other somewhere. “a word.” your head tipped to the side.

and albeit your tone and the hard look on your face, brendons eyes still softened at the sight of you. even if you were mad at him.

he hadn’t seen you this morning. you had left before him. that’s how mad you were. you guys always drove to work together. and if you didn’t, he always made sure to see you off first.

you guys had an argument the night before. not even on speaking terms by the time you went to bed.

and if there’s one thing brendon park hated more than arguing with you, it was you not speaking to him.

he had tried to get you to talk to him after. tried to talk to you; he wanted to apologize. but you weren’t having it at the time. too mad to even look his way.

he went to bed with you angry at him.

and by the look on your face right now, and the fact you referred to him as ‘dr. park,’ you probably still were.

his head nodded before trailing after you.

when you guys were in private, brendon spoke.

“I’m sorry.” his eyes were on you. shaking your head as you bit your lip.

“for what?” you looked at him. “for last night or for this morning?” you pressed. you can see him trying not to ask about the latter part of your question. “someone told me you were taking it out on the residents.” brendons jaw clenched, already having a feeling of who it was that told you.

“it doesn’t matter who said what to me, brendon.” you interrupted. your weight shifting from one foot to the other as you crossed your arms. “it doesn’t give you the right to go off on your residents just because of something that happened outside of work. you’re their superior, act like it. I shouldn’t have to come down here to tell you that.” you shake your head. “we shouldn’t even be having this conversation right now, because you know how much I hate bringing things from home to work!” the last of your words raised, but not out of anger. just exasperation. not even frustrated at him anymore but rather the situation.

you hated arguing just as much as he did.

you exhale through your nose and glared at him. and he stood there, staring at you. nodding and then carefully, and very slowly, he pulled you into his arms.

you were still a lil mad at him but you also missed him. your lips pursing as you begrudgingly let him, resting your head against his chest. the engulf had your body practically melting.

“I’m still angry with you.” you said as your husband pressed a kiss to your head. “I know.” his mouth quirked up into a half smile. he already expected you to say that. “I am sorry.” brendon said as you pulled back enough to look at him.

you knew he was. no matter if you had it at the tip of your tongue ready to say it, brendon always apologized first. you nodded.

“I know. I’m sorry too.” your arms unwrapped from around him, rubbing his back before pulling away completely. “don’t let me hear though that you’re telling your interns off. they’re kids.” your tone hard again as you finger juts his chest. eyes sharp.

brendon presses one more kiss to your lips. you glare through your lashes. “brendon.”

he looks at you with the same soft eyes. nodding his head.

“okay. I gotta get back to work and so do you but I’ll see you at home, kay?”

he almost wants to laugh at how your voice shifts. getting after him one minute and then telling him lovingly that you’ll see him later the next.

“you will. probably before then because I’m not about to let you leave the hospital without me seeing you.”

“you’ll see me at home.” your husband gives you a look. one your too familiar with. it’s a thing for him to always see you prior to you leaving somewhere. always needing to get a look at you before he sees you take off. you think it has to do with where you guys work. having seen a lot come through those doors. some of the cases hitting a little too close to home. so you get why he’s so adamant about it. and it’s then you feel the weight of your action this morning when you left without letting him know. even if you guys work at the same place.

“okay, I’ll wait.” you say, squeezing his hand before giving him a quick kiss.

brendon tips his head towards the noise of the ed.

“let’s get back.”

when you guys walk out, your both back to your work personas. the staff watching as park the shark makes his way to the elevator; you heading in the opposite direction to one of the rooms.

trinity glances up ‘discreetly’. whitaker already beginning to question who you were as he leans against the nurses station.

“his wife.” dana says, as if it was nothing new. the two residents mouths drop.

“what???”

“he’s married—”

it was said simultaneously. the charge nurse looking over the rim of her glasses. she leans forward, hands resting on the desk.

“if you think park there has bite, wait till you work with the missus.”

trinity looks over her shoulder to the direction she saw you go. “what department?”

the blonde laughs and turns.

“peds.”

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Idiots | Brendon Park | The Pitt

God, why could you just not have an easy shift. Just one easy shift, surely that isn't too much to ask. Or maybe it was considering the chaos that is the Emergency Department at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. It was definitely too much to ask considering the idiocy of some of the people you work with. 

For some reason, despite most of your colleagues making it through med school, and becoming fully fledged doctors in a residency programme, they decided it was today of all days that they would forget all the basics and bother you with all the dumb questions.

Currently, it was the new med student, Ogilvie, bothering you. “... so if you could go and fix the blood pressure machine, that would be gre-”

Without looking up, you raised your hand slightly, cutting Ogilvie’s words off before he could continue. “No.”

“No? What do you mean no, it needs to be fixed so I practice my observation procedures  more.”

“Firstly, no is a complete sentence.” You click out of the chart you were editing, before turning in your chair to face the man (if you could call him that, manchild would be more fitting). “Secondly, I am an attending, your attending if I am correct. Why should I stop what I am doing, which is frankly more important to anything you are spending your time on, to go and fix a machine you broke?”

“Because it needs to be fixed, and you know how to do it. You're meant to be teaching me here!”

You turn back to your computer, “And i’m teaching you google is free. Go bother someone else with your questions.” You wave your hand to dismiss him, before opening up your charts again. You had hoped that he would have gone away after that, but it seems like today none of your hopes are coming true

“Robby also said-”

“I don’t care what Robby said, you can fix a machine yourself. You’re an adult, no?” You keep your back to him as you continue to type. “If Robby has a problem he can take it up with me himself.”

“Robby said for you to take over in South 15. Something about an ortho case.”

“Are you working this case?”

“No.”

“Good,” You once again closed the unfinished charts, before shoving yourself up and past Ogilvie, “I’ll do it then.”

Making your way over to south 15, you catch Ogilvie going back to report his conversation to Robby, probably mentioning your less than kind response, but after watching the man’s bedside manner, and his unwavering need to be right, you really couldn’t muster up the energy to care too much. Because, even you, who can barely tolerate your colleagues most days, can figure out how to have decent bedside manner and have an impeccable patient satisfaction score.

As you walk into the room, you introduce yourself before checking their vitals. “Looks all good to me, so,” You look down at their chart, “...Danny, what brought you in here today?”

Before the patient could respond, Brendon decided to cut in. “Could it be the protruding tibia?”

“It most certainly is Ma’am,”

“And how did you do that?”

“I fell off my bike coming down I-376 and yeah… my leg bone is not meant to be like that.

Brendon tries not to laugh, especially as you make eye contact with you. “Yeah, the ‘leg bone’ definitely is not meant to be like that.”

“I’m so sorry if this is inappropriate,” Danny says, still looking at you,” But this might be the painless talking. You are such a good nurse, and you're really pretty. Could I maybe take you out after this?”

You heard a thump and Brendon tossed the chart onto the chair beside him. Despite the anger on his face, he managed to keep a cool, calm tone. “No you may not. You are a patient, you cannot ask out your doctor.”  He moved to make eye contact with the patient. “And you definitely don't want to ask out the wife of the other doctor who is about to operate on your open fracture.”

“Danny, someone will be in to prep you for surgery shortly. Dr Park and I will see you in the operating theatre.” 

You turn and walk away, not having to look behind you to know that Brendon was following you. As you leave South 15 and turn into an empty corridor, you find yourself starting to smile for the first time today.

“You didn’t have to be so harsh, Bren.”

He huffed, “Don’t lie, you enjoyed it.”

“I did,” you say, leaning into his side, “But I am going to enjoy being out of the ED more. Everyone here has been so stupid today. I cannot bear their idiocy anymore, especially that Ogilvie. You know he asked me to fix a blood pressure machine he broke so he could practice more.”

“That’s what you get with med students.” Brendon pressed a kiss into your hair, before taking your hand into his and walking up the stairs. “Besides, this surgery is going to take at least a couple of hours, your shift will be done by then.”

“It better be, I’m leaving either way.”

“I know you will, baby.”

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[chiefdirector]

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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The Corpse Bride

Brendon Park x fem!morgue!reader

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The first time Santos noticed it, Dr. Brendon Park was in the ED for an ortho consult. AKA the only time they really saw him.

Typical Park behavior involved three things: looking mildly annoyed and inconvenienced, saying as few words as possible, if any, and leaving immediately after doing the bare minimum, leaving no room for small talk with residents and med students.

He was currently standing beside trauma room 3, reviewing X-rays with Robby, sleeves rolled to his elbows, expression blank as usual. Santos stood to the side, taking notes and trying to learn from the two attendings without getting in the way.

“…fibular head’s intact,” Park said, “tibial plateau’s a mess though.”

Robby nodded. “Think surgery tomorrow?”

“Assuming he stops trying to stand on it, yes,” he stated simply, no smile, not trying to make a joke, as serious as he always was.

Then, the service elevator opened.

You stepped out pushing an empty gurney, coffee balanced beside the paperwork squeezed by your elbow as both your hands held the bar of the gurney.

Trinity noticed the way you caught Park’s attention and she thought back to the first time she met you. You were wheeling a gurney with a body into the elevator while eating a blueberry yogurt. She remembered being confused how you could stomach food in the morgue. And she’ll never forget when you looked at her after she asked you why you didn’t mind “all the death” and you simply responded: “it’s the only thing in life guaranteed, Dr. Santos.”

She shook her head of the memory and went back to analyzing the effect you seemed to be having on the Shark.

Park looked up automatically and smiled. It wasn’t a big grin, just his lips twitching up at the corners as he caught sight of you, which for Park might have been a celebration.

Santos nearly dropped the chart in her hands.

“Hey, corpse bride,” he called casually.

“Hey, butcher.” You glanced over at him without breaking stride. “So kind of them to let you out of surgery.”

Park’s eyes flicked to your coffee. “That your third one today?”

“Fourth. I work with dead people, Brendon. I’m tired,” you gave him a playful frown.

Robby immediately looked down to hide his expression and both men stepped aside to let you maneuver the gurney through the hallway.

“You stealing another patient?” he asked.

“Depends. You all done gawking at him?” You flicked your eyes through the ED.

Robby shrugged, Brendon did the weird lip twitch thing again.

You nodded toward the trauma room behind them as you moved passed them. “Try not to break that one.”

“No promises.” Brendon replied dryly.

Santos stared openly as you disappeared toward the back hallway. Then she whipped around slowly “…what the hell was that?”

Park blinked at her once. “A conversation.”

“No,” Santos said. “No, that was chemistry.”

“It was sarcasm,” Park corrected.

“Sexually charged sarcasm,” she said like it was obvious.

Park looked exhausted already, “I don’t even know why I’m engaging. I’m going back upstairs.” He flipped the chart, passing it back to Robby.

The second he left, Santos rounded on Dana and Robby, “you saw that, right?”

Dana kept typing, “saw what?” She asked flatly.

“The flirting!” Santos nearly shouted, growing frustrated with everyone’s denial.

“I think Dr. Park was discussing orthopedic treatment.” Robby said matter of factly.

Santos pointed aggressively. “Dana. Robby. That man looked at her like she was the prettiest girl in the ED. He nearly smiled. Do you understand that. He made a joke! A JOKE!”

Robby failed to hide a smile behind his coffee cup.

Whitaker looked between the two seasoned ED members, “you guys are being weird.”

“We’re not being weird,” Dana said carefully.

“You’re absolutely being weird,” Santos replied.

Dana and Robby exchanged the briefest glance. The kind shared by people actively withholding information. Santos narrowed her eyes at them immediately.

“Oh my God. You know something.” Trinity said with a glare.

“We know many things,” Robby said vaguely before shoving another chart in her direction and waving her and Whitaker off.

Over the next month, Santos became obsessed, once she noticed it, she started noticing everything. Park somehow always appeared downstairs when you were in the ED.

Never lingering. Never obvious.

But always there: an ortho consult, a pre-op check, a fracture reduction.

And somehow, somewhere in the middle of it, he’d run into you, nearly every single time. And the conversations were always more bizarre than the one before.

One afternoon you walked past while Park was scrubbing blood off his hands at the sink down the hall.

“Busy day?” you asked.

“Teenager launched himself off a roof,” he responded quietly.

“Ouch,” you said with a wince, bringing the straw of your smoothie up to your lips.

“He said he was trying to impress a girl,” he dried his hands and turned to face you.

You nodded solemnly. “Closed head injury then.”

Park huffed a laugh.

And then, without another word, you tilted the straw towards him… and he took a sip. An actual sip from your drink.

Santos clapped a hand over her mouth and nearly fainted from where she was spying around the corner.

Another night, you arrived to pick up a body while Park was waiting for radiology results.

You stopped beside him. “You eat today?”

He answered with a shrug, not even looking up from his chart, “crackers.”

“Those little peanut butter ones?” You asked furrowing your brow.

He nodded in response.

You grimaced. “Jesus. No wonder you surgeons are miserable.”

“Bold statement from the woman who willingly works in a basement full of corpses,” he said with a smirk.

“At least my patients don’t complain,” you smiled as you moved past him, putting your gloves on.

Park’s mouth twitched and Dana physically swiveled her chair in the other direction because she was smiling. Santos caught it instantly.

“YOU KNOW SOMETHING.” She yelled, pointing in her direction.

Dana straightened immediately. “I know lots of things.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Santos said, narrowing her eyes at Dana in suspicion.

“I’m actually excellent at it.” Dana quipped back with a proud smile.

Eventually the residents decided they had to take matters into their own hands and prove it. Because they couldn’t take Dana and Robby gaslighting Santos into thinking she was insane.

“You’re reading into things,” Dana said one morning.

“She called him Brendon,” Whitaker added as they crowded around Dana.

“So?” She said casually.

“NO ONE calls him Brendon,” Santos said, raising her hands in frustration, “not even Robby or Gloria call him Brendon.”

Whitaker looked up from charting. “Actually that’s true. Attendings call him Dr. Park because they’re just as scared of him as the rest of us.”

“He let her steal fries off his plate one time in the cafeteria,” Santos hissed.

“Maybe he wasn’t hungry,” Dana shrugged.

“He looked happy, Dana. He even sipped from her straw once. I saw it. With my own eyes.” Santos said confidently.

Dana made a thoughtful face. “Hm. That is concerning. But you were probably tired, who knows what you saw.”

Trinity nearly screamed out of frustration. Whitaker sighed, “unbelievable.”

So the residents began engineering situations.

“Hey, can someone page ortho?”

“Call the morgue upstairs for a transport.”

“Wow, Park’s here again… coincidence!”

“Maybe if we lock them in a closet they’ll kiss!”

The betting board went wild.

The first few times, you and Park ignored it completely. But the fourth time, Park caught Santos physically trying to shove Whitaker toward you both so he could “observe naturally” is what you think you overheard.

“You people need hobbies,” Park said flatly.

The breaking point came during a particularly brutal overnight shift.

The ED was packed, there were distant groans and whines in the distance of all the people around you having the worst days of their lives. Santos was already emotionally hanging by a thread when you appeared at the desk carrying paperwork.

Park happened to be there reviewing scans with Robby, as he always seemed to be doing when you appeared.

You set your clipboard down beside him. “You forgot your wedding ring in the bathroom this morning,” you placed it gently in front of him.

The entire desk went silent. Park closed his eyes briefly. “…thank you.”

Santos stopped breathing and Whitaker slowly lowered his energy drink. Robby suddenly became very interested in his computer screen. Dana bit the inside of her cheek so hard she nearly lost composure.

Santos was pointing at you dramatically, right where your wedding ring sat on the chain around your neck, which you had never worn on the outside of your clothes before.

You looked around at the silence, “…why does everyone look constipated?”

Santos pointed violently. “WEDDING RING?” She wheezed like she was hyperventilating.

You blinked once and then looked at Park. He looked back at you with the exhausted expression of a man realizing the secret had finally died.

“You left it by the sink,” you clarified weakly, giving a casual shrug, as if that would solve the problem. He calmly slid the ring on his finger and it fit there like that was its home.

Santos looked moments from cardiac arrest. “You’re MARRIED?”

Neither of you answered immediately, just glancing at one another, which was answer enough.

“WHAT?” Victoria suddenly chimed in, making you jump, “ugh. I’m out $60. I had it on sleeping together NOT married.”

“How long?!” Whitaker asked.

Dana finally cracked, laughing into her hand. Robby shook his head. “I told you this would happen eventually.”

Santos spun toward them so fast she almost slipped. “YOU KNEW? I KNEW YOU KNEW SOMETHING,” she shouted, pointing an accusatory finger between the two of them.

“Knew what?” Dana asked, feigning innocence.

“Santos,” Robby said calmly, “you’re making assumptions,” but the smirk he was trying to hide gave him away.

“You were at their wedding, weren’t you?!” Javadi asked accusatorily.

Dead silence.

Dana burst out laughing like she was going to combust if she held it in any longer and Robby pinched the bridge of his nose, biting back a laugh.

Park muttered, “Fantastic.”

You covered the lower half of your face, covering the smile you were wearing, but your eyes gave it away.

Whitaker looked horrified. “YOU GUYS KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME?”

Dana was still laughing. “We were sworn to secrecy!”

“YOU LET US INVESTIGATE THEM FOR WEEKS.”

“To be fair,” Robby said, “it was very entertaining.”

Santos looked betrayed on a spiritual level, “you gaslit me.”

Dana pointed at her. “You called it ‘sexual sarcasm.’ We couldn’t encourage that.”

“Because I WAS RIGHT. AND YOU TWO,” she said turning towards you and your husband.

He was already rolling his eyes, and you were smiling beside him.

”You did this on purpose. This is how you decided to blow it?!” Santos sounded borderline offended as she glared between the two of you and Brendon’s ring.

You simply shrugged, Brendon mumbled something under his breath before turning back to his chart.

“How did you guys meet?” Whitaker pressed.

You shook your head, Brendon’s eyes snapping up, “you already know too much.” He said it firmly, enough for all the residents to go back to being scared of him.

After that, the secret obviously didn’t survive.

Not that you or Park particularly cared.

The ED just slowly adjusted to the fact that the terrifying orthopedic surgeon and the deadpan morgue attendant were disgustingly in love and weirdly domestic.

People noticed Park bringing you coffee during shifts and realized he wasn’t just a manly man with no feelings who fixed bones all day.

There was also you fixing his badge as you caught up in between transports and dropping off food upstairs whenever you got a chance.

There was the fact that he always waited downstairs patiently by the service elevator if your shift ended late.

One night Santos caught the two of you near the ambulance bay taking a break together. You were leaning against Park while he scrolled through his phone one-handed, the other resting automatically at your waist.

Santos sighed dramatically. “I need you both to understand this ruined my life,” she shook her head, “Langdon walked away with almost $700 from this bet. He was literally the only one that got it.”

You looked up. “That feels like you’re redirecting your anger. You lost a bet that you started, might I add.”

“You’re too compatible,” she accused. “It’s upsetting.”

Park nodded thoughtfully, “you should probably lie down before your head starts to hurt. You’ve been thinking way too much.”

Santos groaned.

And Park smiled down at where your head rested comfortably on his shoulder, a real smile this time.

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Bite Me | Brendon Park | The Pitt

Brendon Park did not get the nickname ‘Park the Shark’ from playing nice with others. An Orthopod through and through, one would be remiss in thinking Brendon was a gentle soul. At least not in the walls of the PTMC. Unless you happened to be a certain R4 in the Pitt; which, thankfully for you, you just so happen to be that R4 he is unusually sweet on.

At one point, the betting board had a corner dedicated to defining yours and Brendon's relationship. Robby, King, and Whitaker had $50 on you just being the person who pissed him off the least. Perlah, Santos, and Langdon had $30 on you being in a friends with benefits situation with the shark. Princess, Abbot, and Ahmed had another $30 on you having some blackmail on him. And there was one name at the bottom, which had later been covered in post-its from another bet, that had $100 on you being married to each other (that bet had suffered days of ridicule, “Seriously, who bet on the shark being hitched to her? Married? You just love losing money huh?”).

Eventually, the corner had mostly been overridden with new bets, but your coworkers never did let the topic die down.

“Seriously, how did you tame the shark?” Santos asked, as she sat down for the third time in an hour, once again attempting to catch up on her charts, “And can you get him to stop glaring at me every time he comes down for a consult.”

You laugh, “I don’t know what you mean, Trin. Park isn’t that bad, he is quite nice when you get to know him.”

“He hasn’t spoken to me in a month!”

Spinning around in your chair, you try and look serious, “Did you deserve it?”

“I mean… yeah, but still!” 

You spin back around to your own charting, “It can’t be that bad, have you tried just being nice to him first?” “No. That only works for you, because you’re so.. Sunshiney.”

“Sunshiney?” you laugh as you stand up, hearing Robby calling you from South 15. “Anyway, if you focus more on your work rather than on Park, then maybe you wouldn’t be so behind on charting.”

Santos waves her hand at you as you walk away, “Yeah, yeah, whatever”

Still laughing, you barely notice the gurney coming your way, or the fact that the paramedic moving it doesn't notice you either. Not until it comes crashing into you at full force. Subsequently, as you crumpled down to the floor, the string of expletives you let out were definitely not becoming for a doctor.

“Oh you motherfu-”

The paramedic, only then looking up from their phone, “Oh shit, are you okay?” They said as they reached down to help you help. For once, you were actually grateful for someone new to be in your space, as they hooked their arms around you and tried to hoist you back up.

Unfortunately, that meant all the weight went back onto your ankle, which you realised was sitting at a very unnatural angle. Despite it not breaking the skin, (which you are very thankful for) You could see how the bone was sitting wrong, and the quickly forming purple bruising is just a cherry on top.

“Do I look-” You start, before collecting yourself, “No I am not, look can you get me back into that chair there.”

You had been pointing to the chair you had just occupied before Santos had appeared in front of you, quickly changing your weight to be leaning on her instead of the paramedic (who had taken to just standing around with their mouth gaping. Seriously, how is this the person who is called out in emergencies?)

Finally, with someone competent, you are moved to a free bed in North 4. And before you know it you had at least three doctors and one med student all around you. It was strange, being on this side of the ER.

“What happened here?” Robby asked, pulling on his gloves as he swarmed the room, "Weren't you meant to be helping me in South 15?”

You pointed at your very bruised and crooked ankle which was being poked by Whitaker “I was until Dopey crashed their gurney into me and turned my ankle into a third grader’s art project.”

“Dopey?”

“Paramedic” You pointed to the other side of the glass, where he was still playing on his phone. “Can you just give me some tylenol so I can get back to work.”

“Nope. This needs an Ortho consult, Santos, call Park down here. Tell him it’s urgent" Robby smiled, trying to be friendly. As he turned back to you, you realised the smile was all from pure happiness. “You know, you’re not as nice as you usually are today.”

“Try having your ankle rearranged by a moving pile of metal, Robinavitch.”

“Bite me.”

Just as Robby turned to reply with even more snark, the curtain was drawn back quickly, revealing a frantic looking Dr. Park. “What happened? What did you do?”

“Why’d you assume it's me?” You say, trying to deflect some of the attention on you away. Being the centre of attention has never been your strong suit.

Brendon just pointed at your ankle as he moved around the bed to assess it. After what seemed like forever (read two minutes), he finally lowered your ankle softly down onto the bed. “Bruised, badly. But you’ll live. Now are you going to tell me what happened baby?”

You could feel the ER freeze up outside of your room at Brendon's name. You had spent years trying to hide your relationship from your coworkers, and up until now you had been doing a pretty good job. Although Brendon never seemed to be a fan in playing along.

“I fought a gurney, and lost.”

“That was clever.”

“Thank you,” you tried to smile at him, but god did your ankle hurt. Almost as if he had read your mind, he passed Whitaker an order for Morphine for you. “Stay with me?”

Brendon shifted you slightly, so he could climb into the bed and pull you into him. “Of course I will, and when the med student comes back with your prescription, I’ll take you home.”

“You know, this is all they’ll talk about for like a month solid.”

“Let them know that you're my wife. It’ll stop the interns from flirting with you.” He said in a suspiciously loud tone. Waiting a moment, he then pressed a kiss into your hair, trying to block your view of Ahmed dejectedly getting out the winnings from the betting pool. “And it’ll stop that stupid betting pool.”

“You could’ve asked them to stop, you know, they’re pretty scared of you.”

“I could have.. Although then I couldn't have placed the bet of us being married.” With that, he gave you one more kiss before standing. “I’m going to collect my winnings, I'll be back baby. Don’t move.”

Sighing, you throw your head back onto the pillow, trying to muster up the energy to be mad at him. But you couldn't because you knew what type of man he was when you married him. Well that, and the fact you know you would manage to get at least half of those winnings off Brendon before the end of the day.

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Brendon’s wife breaks her ankle, is given morphine, and goofy chaos ensues. 😵‍💫 (random age picked for his wife, some medical terminology included.)

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The stretcher rolled into the sliding doors of the PTMC Emergency Dept, the EMTs talking quickly to the staff. “30 year old female patient, was walking her dog when she twisted her ankle in a hole. She didn’t realize until she went to stand up that the bone was protruding through the skin. 18g IV started in right AC, 4mg zofran given for nausea, 30mg toradol given for pain with 1000mg PO Tylenol.”

You were fighting back tears as the doctors moved you from the stretcher to the trauma bed. “What’s your name?” A female doctor asked, shining a pen light in your eyes. You spoke your name in a shaky voice, wincing as someone began gently prodding your ankle.

“I’m Dr Robinavitch, but you can call me Dr Robby. This is Dr Santos and Dr Whitaker working with me today. You fell in a hole while walking your dog?” Dr Robby’s voice was loud, but steady, easily booming over the chaos in the room.

“Yeah, uh, I was walking him at the dog park and I guess one of the other dogs dug a big hole in the dirt and I just wasn’t paying enough attention, oh my god, ow!” You were cut off by Dr Santos pressing a handheld butterfly ultrasound against your ankle.

“Thready pulse noted, slight discoloration and swelling around the protruding bone.” She stated, wiping the gel off of your ankle. The words “protruding bone” made you ill. You didn’t want anything protruding from your body.

“Can we please get her some pain meds before her x-ray? And maybe an ortho consult, this is going to need surgery.” Dr Whitaker said, and Dr Robby nodded in agreement. “Any chance you’re pregnant?” Whitaker continued, and you shook your head.

“No, I took a test this morning and it was negative.” You said, gritting your teeth as Santos continued to assess you. Relief was quickly given through your IV, as cold morphine was pushed through.

“Good plan. Now who wants to call the shark?” The silence in the room was deafening, and you sighed with relief as the morphine really started to kick in.

You could faintly feel pressure as they secured your ankle, preventing you from moving it and causing anymore damage. The morphine had your mind spinning, your ears buzzing while a warm sensation tingled throughout your body. It had you so out of it, you didn’t even recognize the man that walked in the door of the trauma bay.

“This better be good, Robinavitch, I have shit to do.” Brendon Park announced, walking through the sliding doors and freezing, narrowly missing them closing on him. “What the fuck?” He uttered, almost knocking Whitaker down as he rushed to your bedside. The ER staff stood back in shock, watching the emotion on Park’s face as he took in your injury. “Baby girl, what did you do?” His large hands cupped your face gently, cradling you like you were made of glass.

Your head rolled back onto the stretcher, looking up at his handsome face. “Oh hey Brendon, what are you doing here?” While reaching a hand up and booping his nose. A strangled sound came out of Whitaker’s throat, and Santos watched with her mouth open. Robby just watched carefully, glasses perched on the crook of his nose. “You guys, Brendon is here!” You cheered.

“Yay..” Santos muttered, sarcasm evident in her voice. Brendon began tenderly looking at your ankle, grimacing at the exposed bone.

“Baby, this is going to need surgery.” He told you, running his hand through his slicked back hair, and you just grinned at him, not even realizing what he was saying to you.

“These are my new friends, Brendon! They’ve been so nice to me! Friends, this is my husband!” You announced proudly, reaching out and grasping his hand, showing off your wedding rings, side by side. Everyone was silent for a moment, before Brendon Park, the known ortho “shark,” cleared his voice.

“Jesus, Robinavitch. How much morphine did you give her?” You were looking at your husband adoringly, holding his hand to your chest and you fluttered your eyes at him.

“Apparently just enough.” Dr Robby cackled, turning and stepping out of the trauma bay, getting a handful of hand sanitizer on his way out of the room.