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Raven- They/Them- 19 - Welcome To My Whimsical World - 18+ In between the lines of perfect reality is a mess that makes you flourish.

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He's literally doing this:

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‘White Cat with Gemstones’ by Joseph Jones Oil and acrylic on linen, 2026

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PAINTING

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PAINTING

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bloodymary sketches

I don’t actually know how to use Tumblr. The last time I used this I quit before the 2018 nuke.

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details! 👀

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bring your kid to work day

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the bravest human

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No Party Like a Costco Party

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!shy!reader

Summary: You enjoy going to Costco, so Tim decides to take you shopping on your birthday. With a little help from your best friend, it turns into a party.

Warnings: just fluff!

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

“Tim!” Lucy calls as he walks into the bullpen.

He stops and watches her as she skips toward him. Even though he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, she continues smiling and bounces when she reaches him.

“What are you doing for my best friend’s birthday?” she asks.

“Nothing,” Tim answers. “I will be doing something for my girlfriend’s birthday, though.”

“Just admit that she likes me more than you.”

“No.”

“Tim,” Lucy groans. She punches his arm playfully, then ignores his offended glare as she asks, “What do you have in mind?”

Tim shrugs and admits, “I’m not sure yet. I was thinking I may just take her to Costco or something.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” Wesley interjects.

“Why are you here?” Tim asks as he looks over. “And it’s none of your business, or yours, Lucy.”

“A trip to Costco is not romantic, Tim,” Wesley says. “But I have a client who needs my help. It seems you do, too, but Lucy can handle your girlfriend issues.”

“No one is handling anything!” Tim snaps.

“I’m with Wesley,” Angela comments from her desk.

“It never ends,” Tim sighs.

“She does love Costco,” Lucy agrees. “She’d enjoy going with you.”

“Wait,” Angela says. She chuckles as she looks up at Tim. “Your girlfriend, the shyest person I’ve ever met, likes going to Costco? The busiest store in existence?”

“Is it too late to back out of this conversation?” Tim asks.

“Absolutely,” Angela answers. “So, just a trip to Costco. That’s all the birthday girl gets?”

“I’d like to do more, but-“

“I’ve got it!” Lucy cheers, slapping Tim’s arm again.

“Stop hitting me!” he demands as he steps away from her.

“What if you surprise her at Costco? Like, her friends could ‘run into’ her while shopping, and then someone can have a cake or something at the café. It would be so fun, Tim!” Lucy suggests.

“That’s… it’s not a terrible idea,” Tim murmurs. “I don’t know how she’d feel about interacting with a bunch of people, though.”

“She loves us,” Angela reminds Tim. “Just a quick ‘hey, happy birthday’ and then she moves on. We don’t have to draw attention to her or anything.”

“Fine, yeah, let’s do it,” Tim agrees.

“Yay!” Lucy yells. “I’ll go invite the people she likes.”

Tim watches Lucy run through the bullpen and shakes his head. It’s a good thing you like Costco and Lucy, he thinks, because it’s certainly nothing he would have planned alone.

“What are you doing?” you ask softly.

Tim sets his phone aside and then places his arm back around you. As he pulls you against his side, he sighs.

“Checking to see how many seconds are left until your birthday,” he jokes. “Lucy had a question.”

“Is it going to be terrible?”

“It’s your birthday. It’s going to be great.”

Tim jostles you gently, and when you turn your face against his shoulder, you feel him chuckle. He enjoys making you shy, or simply reminding you of how shy you were when you first met. With your birthday coming up, you know that Tim has something planned. You can only hope that it’s a good surprise. As Tim pulls you closer, you listen to his heartbeat.

“I got Kojo treats at Costco today,” you tell him.

“Of course, you did,” Tim murmurs before he kisses your head.

“Go get ready, birthday girl,” Tim says.

He takes your plate to the kitchen, and you sneak Kojo a bite of your breakfast leftovers. Waking up to Tim making you breakfast was special, but since he told you that he had more planned for your birthday, you’ve grown more curious and more excited.

“To go where?” you ask.

“Shopping.”

You furrow your brows but stand and push your chair in regardless of your confusion. Tim isn’t a big fan of shopping, so you assume this particular shopping trip has to do with what day it is. After you’re dressed and ready, Tim takes your hand and leads you to his truck.

When he pulls into a turn lane, you feel confident you know where he’s taking you. You frequent Costco often; it's fun to browse and kill time in a place where you can disappear and go unnoticed every once in a while. Tim usually teases you for how much you use your Costco card, but he hasn’t made a single sarcastic comment today.

“Are we going to Costco?” you ask excitedly.

“We are,” Tim answers as he turns. “Unless you want to do something else.”

“No, this is great!”

Tim smiles and when he glances at you, you try to control your excitement and watch the road instead of him. You have a mental list of things you’d like to look at, and maybe treat yourself to since it is your birthday after all. Tim extends his hand over the console of his truck, and you happily lay your hand in his. He interlaces his fingers through yours and squeezes twice. The moment he parks, however, your hand is pulled from his as you exit the truck.

You walk through the entrance and take Tim’s hand again as you look at the promotional items in the front of the store. Tim watches you as you read signs and stop to touch an oversized stuffed animal. He knows what’s waiting for you inside, but seeing you so excited was worth the trip, he thinks.

“Well, look who it is.”

You turn quickly and smile when you see Angela. She pulls you into a hug as Tim and Wesley shake hands. They share a look, and you pinch your brows as you step back from Angela.

“Happy birthday,” she tells you. “Has Tim bought you anything yet?” “No,” you answer with a chuckle. “I’m just glad he finally came with me.”

“Tim Bradford saying no? I can’t imagine it.”

You laugh at Angela’s sarcasm, and Tim smiles at how happy you are. You’re always fun to be around, even if you are hiding against him because he made you shy, but birthday joy is a good look on you.

“There’s a sale on rings, Tim,” Wesley says.

Your eyes widen before you drop your gaze to the floor. There has been no discussion of getting engaged or married in your relationship with Tim, but it’s certainly somewhere you can see yourself going.

“It’s her birthday,” Tim chides. “Don’t do that to her.”

“Well, we have to get back to the kids,” Angela interjects. “They’ll riot soon if they don’t get their snacks. Enjoy the rest of your birthday!” “Thanks, Angela.”

You hug her once more and wave at Wesley before Tim lays his hands on your shoulders and steers you toward your favorite section of the store. He keeps a hand on you as you browse, moving when you do. It was a surprise to see someone you know, and on your birthday, no less, but you don’t think too much about the coincidence.

Until someone says, “Happy birthday!” down the aisle from you, at least.

“Hi, Sergeant Grey, Luna,” you greet.

You look toward Tim quickly, but he shrugs and lays his hand across your back.

“Will she ever call me anything other than Sergeant?” Wade asks Tim as Luna hugs you tightly.

“I’ve been trying to get her to call me Sergeant, but she won’t do it,” Tim laments.

“Ignore them,” Luna encourages you. “How’s the birthday going?”

“It’s great,” you answer. “Tim made me breakfast and hasn’t tortured me yet.”

“Yet,” Tim scoffs.

“We just ran into Angela and Wesley, too.”

“Small world,” Wade muses.

“Big city,” you argue, looking toward Tim.

“Do me a favor and buy yourself something amazing for your birthday, and I will see you at lunch next week,” Luna tells you. “Bye, Tim.”

Tim waves as they pass, and you cross your arms to look at him.

“What?” he asks with his brows raised.

“You’re doing something,” you accuse. “It’s too much of a coincidence.”

“I am doing something,” Tim admits. “Loving you.”

You drop your arms and tip your head back, which Tim takes as an opportunity to wrap you in a bear hug. You grip the back of his shirt, somewhere between shy because of the public affection and relieved because you need a hug.

“Alright, let’s go find you something to buy,” Tim declares. “For me to buy for you, I mean.”

“You don’t have to,” you say quietly.

“It’s your birthday, and it’s my boyfriend-ly duty.”

“That’s not a word,” you mumble as he leads you to the next aisle.

You browse several aisles before you see someone else you know, and now you’re convinced that Tim has orchestrated this. After running into at least a dozen people that you know and choosing not one but three things that you like, you and Tim approach the checkout lanes. He pays for your gifts and takes your hand.

As he leads you to the café seating area, you see your best friend, Lucy. Tim grumbles as you release his hand to approach her. You stop short when you see a birthday cake sitting on the table beside her.

“Happy birthday!” she calls as she rounds the table to hug you. “I’m so happy to see you!”

“You did all of this?” you ask, looking between Tim and Lucy.

“It was Tim’s idea, I just helped,” she says.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Don’t get shy yet, you have half of Mid-Wilshire to share that cake with,” Tim replies.

On cue, everyone you’ve run into today approaches the table to give you more birthday wishes and a few gifts. The attention makes you shy, but they’re your friends, and you appreciate them and their kindness more than you can, or would, say.

Lucy passes you a piece of cake and stands beside you as everyone else begins eating.

“Was it really Tim’s idea?” you ask.

“Yeah. He said he was going to bring you to Costco, and I just recommended a cake,” she says. “Unfortunately, I can’t take credit for the cake; Tim ordered it. Oh! I also have a gift for you in my car, so don’t leave before I give it to you.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. We’re best friends, and you are the kindest, most special person I have ever met. If anyone deserves this kind of love on their birthday, it’s you.”

You set your plate down to hug Lucy and only release her when Tim grabs your waist. He laughs when you lean against him but drops his head and whispers to ask if you’re okay. Very early in your relationship, he learned your tells. He knows when you’re overwhelmed, when you’re getting shy enough that he needs to give you a minute, and every other little thing about you.

“I’m great,” you answer. “Thank you for all of this.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“Seriously, it is,” Wesley adds. “Making you use your Costco card to get into your birthday celebration was certainly… a choice.”

“It’s perfect,” you say. “And all my friends are here.” “Plus these people,” Lucy jokes as she gestures to everyone else.

“You’re just her best friend because you can carry both sides of the conversation, so she never gets shy with you,” Nyla teases.

“And our mutual disdain for Tim’s weird humour,” Lucy adds.

“What’s that?” Tim asks, tipping his head toward you. “You want to leave now? Okay, let’s go.”

You laugh as he tries to pull you away, but you’re enjoying your Costco birthday party too much to leave. When Wade offers to stand on the table and tell all the other customers that it’s your big day, however, you consider taking Tim up on that offer.

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Talk to Me, Baby

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!shy!wife!reader

Summary: Your son loves to talk to you. Unlike his dad, Tim, he doesn't try to make you shy.

Warnings: FLUFF! Angela and Tim act like siblings

Word Count: 1.0k+ words

A/N: Happy birthday @sweetheartlizzie07! I hope you enjoy!🤍

“Hi,” your baby boy says as you approach his crib.

“Hi,” you reply happily. “How are you?”

“Hi,” he repeats with a nod.

You shake your head in amusement and lift him from his crib. He’s only a few months old, but he enjoys talking to you as if he understands exactly what the conversation is about. As you carry him into the living room, he clings to the collar of your shirt and babbles quietly. Your phone rings, and you lower him onto a play mat to crawl around before you sit on the floor beside him and answer your phone.

“Hi, Angela,” you greet.

“Hey! The kids and I are in the neighbourhood, and I wanted to ask if we could drop by for a few minutes?” she asks.

“Of course, come on over.”

“Is everyone awake? I don’t want to interrupt naptime.”

“Yep,” you assure. “You’re not interrupting anything.”

“Perfect! Thank you so much!”

You end the call and look toward your son, who is on his hands and knees to press the buttons of a toy phone.

“Aunt Angela is coming over,” you tell him.

“Ange!” he cheers.

“Yeah, Ange. And she’s bringing your friends.”

“Hi!” he says, waving excitedly toward the door.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t get your people skills from me or your dad,” you mumble. “Where’d you learn to talk like that?” you ask him. “All those books we read?”

He nods and crawls toward you, so you pull him into your lap and kiss his plump cheeks. He giggles loudly at your attention, and you continue playing with him as you blow raspberries against his skin. You pull your knees up so he’s upright and kiss his forehead as he calms down from his giggle fit.

“Can I get one of those kisses?” Tim asks.

You look up quickly, surprised to see him. He smiles at you, and you look back at your baby, so he doesn’t see your shy smile.

“If you want,” you answer softly.

“You’re right,” Tim says as he walks toward you. “I don’t want one. I want more than that.”

He sits beside you and takes his son from your lap. You lean toward Tim and rest your head on his shoulder. After he kisses the top of your head, he gives his attention to his son.

“Hey, buddy,” he greets.

“Hi, dada!”

“Angela is coming over,” you tell Tim.

“Friends,” your baby says.

“You’ve got a better vocabulary than Lucy,” Tim praises, raising his voice to a higher pitch that makes your baby smile.

“Boot,” he says, sounding it out slowly, like ‘buh-oo-t.’

“And better word association,” Tim adds.

“He’s going to start calling people boot if you’re not careful,” you say against Tim’s shoulder.

Someone knocks on your door, and Tim raises one hand to help you stand. As you walk toward the door, he holds your son close to his chest and pushes himself up. Angela comes in with both of her kids, and you point her to the bathroom when Jack asks to go.

“It’s almost mama’s birthday, bud; let’s practice,” Tim says behind you. “Happy.”

“Hap,” your son says.

“Happy,” Tim repeats. “Birthday.”

“Hap birth-ay.”

“Good job, my little man.”

You walk to Tim’s side, and when he raises the arm not holding your baby, you wrap your arms around his waist and settle under his arm. Angela may want to talk while the kids play, but Tim just got home, and you’ve been missing him since he returned to work after paternity leave.

“We read Goodnight Moon earlier, and he finished some of the lines,” you tell Tim.

“Because he’s smart like his mom,” Tim replies.

You hide your face against Tim’s shirt as you say, “And his dad.”

“I think we should read him the rook book. Give him a head start.”

“And that’s why we wonder how you ever got married and had a baby,” Angela says as she returns.

“Don’t like the competition?” Tim taunts.

“How do you deal with him?” Angela asks you.

“I usually don’t,” you answer. “He’ll just make it worse if I try.”

“That makes me sound like a horrible husband,” Tim interrupts. “But I’m not. Ask this guy and he’ll say I’m the best dada.”

“Best dada!” he cheers, bouncing against Tim’s arm.

“See?”

Angela shakes her head as she pulls her phone from her pocket. She types something quickly before she looks at you.

“I have to go. Maybe we can schedule an actual play date soon so your genius son can teach Jack that crayons are for coloring and not sniffing,” she suggests.

“Nothing wrong with sniffing crayons,” Tim defends. “It builds character.”

“If you sniffed crayons and turned out like this, I need to make him stop before it’s too late.”

Angela rolls her eyes at Tim as she hugs you, and then she gets a high-five from your son before she leaves. Alone again, you return to Tim’s side and lay your hand on your son’s back.

“I got you something,” Tim says. “We arrested a counterfeiter today who had a ton of books that he used for ink matching, and evidence cleared the books. So, the backseat of my truck is filled with children’s books.”

“Little guy will be thrilled when he wakes up.”

You point to your son, asleep against Tim’s shoulder, and smile. He loves reading with you and Tim, which you accredit to all the time you spent reading aloud while you were pregnant. Tim thinks that’s also the reason he can talk so well already.

Tim walks to the couch with you and sits beside you. Seeing him with your son on his chest makes you fall more in love with him each day, even if he does tease you for watching them. Sitting at Tim’s side, you have a clear view of his profile. When you tip your chin up and kiss his cheek, Tim smiles and turns his face toward you. You kiss him and sigh against his lips.

“I love you,” you say as you pull back.

“I love you,” Tim replies.

“Love you,” your baby says against Tim’s shoulder.

“Has he said that before?” Tim asks, wide-eyed as he looks at you.

You shake your head and quietly scold Tim for trying to wake him up to hear it again. When you kiss Tim’s jaw, your baby boy gets another shot at peaceful sleep, while you fight not to shy away from your husband’s affection.

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Take The Bait

Dr Brendon Park x Wife!Reader, The Pitt x Reader

Find My Pitt Masterlist here Based off of an idea from @lunamoonbby blog which you can check out here Brendon Park's wife is a marine biologist that specialises in Sharks. One day she pops in to drop off some lunch for him. Being coy about her relationship with him she instead chooses to talk with those around her while waiting for him. One thing leads to another and somehow you get to talking about why Park is known as a Shark. The real question remains however is, just what kind of Shark is he?

Warnings: little bit of strong language, secret wife!reader, little knowledge about marine biology regarding Sharks. Just a bit of fun.

Word Count: ~2.1k

There was something about sharks that had always intrigued you. 

Even when you were younger. 

Bright eyed, eager to learn about the world around you. 

Grasping at all the new information you were presented with each and every day.

You were told that as a young girl your eyes practically sparkled when they had first caught sight of the sharks. 

Swimming around the tank. 

Out of all the exhibits in the aquarium, the sharks had lured you in. 

What others might’ve seen as intimidating and frightening. 

All you saw was its majestic beauty. 

Serene. 

When your mother tried to pull you to go check out the tropical fishes, you had dug in your heels. 

Unwilling to leave. 

Attention enraptured by the deep sea predators. 

So every few weeks as a kid you would beg to be taken back to the aquarium, all to go watch the sharks. 

Your intrigue only cemented further when a member of staff had taken the time to answer your questions. 

Telling you of all the fascinating ways sharks were important. 

And how they were cool. 

You were only made more excited when you were told there were over 500 different species. 

All of varying sizes, shapes and colours. 

Living all across the globe. 

So it was no surprise that your love for sharks had led you to pursuing a career in marine biology. 

It was an arduous journey. 

One that had taken you around the globe. Long nights spent studying and gathering data.

Studying sharks of all different kinds up close and personal. 

One of your particular favourites was your time spent off the coasts of Australia, as you researched the habits of Great White Sharks. 

It was simply exhilarating. 

Until eventually you had been led to visit Pittsburgh. 

You were just passing through the city, there to join a fellow researcher at the local college. 

It was in Pittsburgh where you met the love of your life. 

Just picking up a coffee early in the morning, when you had heard someone call out, “just grab me a long black Shark!”

Shark…

Glancing around you, your eyes are drawn to a tall broad shouldered man. 

He had the steely temper of the very aquatic animals that you loved. 

Chiselled features, pointed. Assured of himself. 

His eyes meeting yours, brows arching at the sight. 

Your eyes had widened in surprise, diverting them quickly. As your face flushes from being caught. 

Oh god. 

You just hoped your coffee would be called out soon. 

But before that could happen, you feel someone shift beside you. 

As he clears his throat. 

You look up to find him there. 

Eyes staring ahead of him. 

Almost as though he were…shy?

No, that felt ridiculous. 

Whatever you were picking up soon subsided, as he locked eyes with you once more. 

You ask the question floating around in your mind, “Why were you called Shark?” 

He sends you an amused smile, before answering to your curious nature.

And with that. 

That little meeting. 

A beautiful new relationship began to form. 

Leading to a first date. 

To a first kiss. 

Before developing into meeting the family. 

Moving in together. 

In a moment of bliss, Brendon had gone down on one knee. 

A beautiful ring. 

Followed by a more than beautiful wedding. 

Everything you could’ve wanted and more, all within the strong arms of Brendon. 

Whose funny little nickname had drawn you in. 

Luring you into his affections. 

So now. 

A few years after you had exchanged your everlasting vows. You both fell into a comfortable rhythm. 

One where he never failed to show you how much he loved you. 

Pulling you in and kissing you deeply. 

Showering you with affection and gifts. 

You took care of each other. 

In a way no one else could. 

With that in mind. 

All that caring had led you to now. 

Walking into PTMC, entering chairs as you tapped gently on the window to gain the attention of the reception on the other side. 

In your other hand you held a small box, containing the very food your husband had left behind this morning. 

Having discovered it once you’d gotten back from the aquarium. Where you now worked in conjunction with a local university. 

“Hello”

“Hi, Ma’am how may I help you?” she’d asked you. 

“I’m just here to drop off some lunch for Dr Park, is it alright if I go through?” 

Nodding, “No problem, just head on through I’ll have our nurse Mateo meet you on the other side” 

“Thank you” you smiled, walking through the doors as you’re buzzed in. 

“I’m told you’re here to drop off some lunch?” A young man, Mateo, greets you with a kind smile. 

Nodding, “Yeah, just passing through.”

“I’ll bring you to the hub where you can wait, and I’ll have someone page Dr Park down for you” he informs you. 

“Thanks for that”

He simply shrugs with a small no problem. 

Your eyes skirt around your surroundings. Enraptured by the constant movement as they all work in sync. 

Despite the unpredictability of their work. They made it look seamless. 

Effortless. 

Working within their own little ecosystem. 

All with their own part to play. 

“Who’s this?” An older woman asks, head tilted observing you, as her hands make their way onto her hips in question. 

“This is uh- I don’t think I caught your name?” Mateo asks. 

Introducing yourself, “I’m Y/N. Just here to drop off some lunch for Dr Park” 

“Good to meet you Y/N, I’m Dana, That was real nice of you to stop by, I’ll page Dr Park down for you,” she explains, “You can take a seat here while you wait” 

“Thank you, Dana” 

Taking a seat at the desk, you’re not left alone for too long as a new voice rings out. 

“So you’re here to see Dr Park?” A younger woman appears before you, an intrigued look crossing her features. 

Dr Santos you read her name was.

Nodding, “Yeah, I’m an old friend of his”

While not strictly true. 

It was partially correct…

You were both once friends before you became more.

You knew Brendon liked to keep his life private at work. Something about his image. 

And you respected that. 

Didn’t need anyone at work knowing he had the potential to be soft. 

Even if he did become putty in your hands. 

Feeling secure in your relationship with him. 

It didn’t bother you to keep this secret for a little longer. 

“An old friend?” she’d only probed further, almost disbelieving. 

But you didn’t waver, “Yeah. Just an old friend” 

“Is he intimidating all the time?” 

A new voice entered, eyes full of intrigue. A badge stating the name Dr Whittaker. 

Shrugging, you weren’t about to reveal all. 

“Only some of the time” 

A small smile creeping up on your face. 

“Oh no way, is that a key chain from the Pittsburgh aquarium of Pudge?” 

Hanging off your bag a cluster of keyrings hang and chime as they move. 

One in particular is of a very cute pufferfish. Pudge. A new addition to the aquarium. 

Humming as you confirm, “Yup, and I can confirm he’s a real cutie in person”

“Now I really need to go see him,” she adds, “Oh, I’m Dr King, but you can call me Mel” 

“Nice to meet you Mel, I’m Y/N” you smile warmly. “And if you ever want to visit I’d be happy to show you around, I work as part of their marine research department” 

She nods happily, as your attention is drawn back over to Santos. 

She complains. “Dana did Shark say how long he’d be?”

To which Dana only shakes her head. 

Choosing to have a little fun, you tilt your head in false intrigue. 

“Why do you call him Shark?” 

Now this was something you had learnt very early on. 

The very first time you had met, it was the same question you had posed to him. 

His own answer interested you enough to accept going on a first date with him. 

So it was interesting to hear why anyone else would call him that.

“They say he can smell blood,” Santos joked. 

“Have you seen those teeth? Just takes one look at those to know why he’s called a Shark,” A nurse, Princess, throws in. 

While Dennis states, “I heard its because his curt demeanour is as lethal as a shark’s bite”

You chuckle at their words. 

Thoughtfully, Mel’s mind drifts just slightly, as she asks aloud, “I wonder what kind of Shark he might be?” 

“That is a great question.” You agreed. “I’d bet $100 that he’d be a Great White Shark ” 

“Sure I’m game, I think he’d be a Bull shark.” Santos affirms quickly. 

Great….They had taken the bait.

Mel adds placing her hand on her chin in thought, “Really, see I could see him as a Mako shark”

“What about a Tiger shark?” Dennis suggests. 

“Whatever he is, he definitely isn’t a Nurse shark” 

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at Mateo’s remark. 

“I’ve heard of these ones called Oceanic White tips, could be him?” Princess suggests.

“See I was picturing a Whale shark,” Dana voiced. 

Santos questioned as her brows raised, while the others similarly agreed, “Really? Aren’t they meant to be super docile”

With the smallest of shrugs, Dana simply states, “Somehow I think deep down Shark’s a bit of a softy. Intimidating on the outside but really has no bite behind his words”

And in your eyes, that was a very accurate description. 

And in a moment you glance over as the elevator doors open. 

Eyes crinkling at the corner of your eyes, as a smile slips onto your face. 

“Well now's the chance to ask” 

“Ask what?” His tone is gruff, clipped. 

Arms folded over his chest. Brows furrowed in a way that would make anyone nervous to speak.

Eyes softening just barely at the sight of you. 

Only for you would he be soft…

His only exception. 

“We were just wondering what kind of shark you’d be?” Dana had stepped up to the plate. 

Unafraid as one of the few who didn’t flinch at the idea of him coming down. 

Offering a look of annoyance. He licks his teeth before stating a short answer. 

“Great White Shark” 

You offer the packed lunch to him, as he nods with a small thanks. 

The most imperceptible smile flashing on his face before his steely gaze set back in. 

“Thanks”

About to leave he glances back at those around him. 

“Do you really have nothing better to talk about?” he gruffly commented. Shaking his head. 

Before stalking back to the elevator. 

Just barely able to catch you as you boast your winnings. A smile creeping on his face at your antics. 

With a grin splitting across your face you send them all a knowing glance as you state. 

“Pay up” 

Disgruntled remarks sound out as you’re paid your dues. 

Counting it as it adds up. 

“Fuck yeah, $500. Guess I’ll be eating out tonight”

“Come on, how’d you know that?” Santos groaned, reluctantly paying up. 

“What can I say, I just know that guy all too well” you smirk with a small laugh. 

Dana tilts her head observing you just a little more intensely, shaking her head with a laugh. 

Of course. You were fucking Dr Park’s wife…

There might not have been a ring upon your finger. 

Or on Park’s for that matter. 

But upon each of your necks respectively hung a chain, dropping down beneath your shirts. 

Dipping to conceal itself, were the beautiful rings you had chosen to vow yourselves to each other with. 

Both constantly working in fields where having it on your fingers were a liability. 

It was simply easier to hang them around your neck. 

A tiny little secret, held closely to your hearts. 

And as you laughed and teased Santos, Princess and Mateo. 

Offering Whitaker an ok to be paid another time. 

And reassuring Mel that you’d love to show her around the aquarium and even show her Pudge. 

The bright smile wide across your face, gleaming. 

And the small sliver of love she had seen crossed Brendon’s face just before.

Dana at that moment knew. 

Park was totally a Whale Shark….

The others might’ve assumed Park's response was generic. 

A reflex to respond with one of the greater apex predators. 

To determine that he was a Great White Shark, for the sheer fact that it was known to be powerful, ferocious, with razor sharp senses as deadly as their teeth.

But in fact. 

The reason for his response. 

His pick of shark he thought he most aligned with. 

It was because he knew.

The Great White Shark, was one of your favourites. 

And Brendon Park liked to believe that he was your favourite.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed my first Dr Brendon Park the Shark x Reader fic! 🦈 (Also what a great idea from @lunamoonbby it was just such a fun idea to explore, I couldn't resist) Hope I did the idea justice and that it was a fun one to read, (No second part planned for this one) let me know what you think! ✨

Comments, Reblogs and Likes are welcomed and appreciated 💕 Feel free to find my Dr Robby x Wayne!Reader Rinse & Repeat Series Masterlist here 🩺 Or check out my overall Masterlist here

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✧ BRENDON PARK 'THE SHARK' MASTERLIST ✧

Collection of Works featuring Brendon Park from the Pitt 🦈💗 Ranging from one shots to series. Happy Reading! My Pitt Masterlist here!

Sugar & Spice Series: Brendon Park x Wife!Pregnant!Reader, Dana Evans x Daughter!Reader, You may not have followed your Mama’s footsteps into the medical profession. But you did inherit her cheeky wit, and devotion to caring for those closest to her…raised with a deep understanding and respect for those working in the hospital. You make an effort to drop off little treats from your bakery. With each appearance you grow closer and closer to everyone. Leading to the pittlings to wonder just who your husband is…safe to say it’s the last person they expected. (Ongoing!)

Who Knew That Sharks Could Be Nice? (Part 1)

Gentle Hands & Gentle Hearts (Part 2)

What's Mine Is Yours (Part 3)

You Can Depend On Me (Part 4)

I Love You To The Bone (Part 5)

Home Is Where The Heart Is (Part 6)

(Part 7)

Take The Bait: Marine Biologist!Wife!Reader. Based off of an idea from @lunamoonbby blog which you can check out here Brendon Park's wife is a marine biologist that specialises in Sharks. One day she pops in to drop off some lunch for him. The real question remains however is, just what kind of Shark is he? (personal favourite of mine!) 🌟

Swim With Sharks, Expect To Get Bit: Curvy Wife!Reader. Based off of an idea from @libbyqypu which you can check out here Early mornings in the gym before starting work. The one problem is the jerks who think they have a right to demean you. And your husband, Brendon is not ok with anyone who thinks it's fine to mess with you...he might have to teach this guy a few lessons. ⭐️

Lured By The Light: Brendon never anticipated falling so effortlessly in love. But with you. With all the consideration and care that you hold for him. How could he do anything but love you. In which each evening, as Brendon comes home late from work, you never fail to leave a light on for him. A symbol of your burning love for him. ⭐️

Hook, Line & Sinker: Wife!Reader, Everyone swore that you and PTMC's Shark were sworn enemies. As you shoot him biting quips and retorts each time your paths crossed...Turns out Park isn't quite the lone Shark everyone assumed him to be. His sharpness, softened by your affections. (personal favourite of mine!) 🌟

-> Hooked On A Feeling: Wife!Reader, (Hook, Line & Sinker Part 2) Knowing what they know now. Everyone is completely stumped each time they see you and Brendon in a room together. Now all that's left to know is. How the hell did you manage to fall in love with Shark?

Comes In Waves: Curvy!Reader, Even the most confident of people can succumb to the festering insecurities that lie in wait at the bottom beneath the ocean of your thoughts. You are endlessly grateful to Brendon for loving you through it all. Even if you don't always love yourself.

Dazed & Confused: Domaystic 2026, Day 14: Startled by Sudden Appearance. The only one able to break your concentration. Is the very Shark of the hospital. Though he might strike fear into the hearts of the other staff, as they steer clear. In your eyes, it is a sweet and welcomed distraction. ⭐️

Bite Me: Domaystic 2026, Based on day 24: New Pyjamas. You had a little habit of buying nautical themed items. And now that included Shark themed pyjamas. And Brendon can't help but love you for it. Softening day by day from your presence. It certainly shocks a few of his colleagues to discover this new development in his personal life. ⭐️

Diving In: Domaystic 2026, Based on day 31: Going Home Early. You and Brendon simply needed a little push. A little nudge for your relationship to shift into something softer. Both unable to approach the idea of that. Who knew all it would take was a cold plunge to make you both see, perhaps there was a home to be found within each other's arms.

Of Sirens & Sharks: Police Officer!Reader, Dr Robby x Sister!Reader, A broken arm. An overprotective brother. Who simply wants to make sure everything’s in order. Who demands the best of care for you. Happens to lead you to a very handsome orthopaedic specialist… Who on any other occasion would have been annoyed with such a minor case.…but just perhaps. His annoyance dims when he meets you. The trouble is. Neither of you know how to tell Robby…

Amaryllis: Florist!Reader, Amaryllis: Symbolises pride, determination, radiant beauty, and unwavering love. The department learns that Park the Shark is enamoured and so deeply in love with the very florist that's wheeled into the ER in need of stitches...They also learn that she's his wife.

Throw Me A Bone: Forensic Pathologist!GN!Reader A startled meeting. A scalpel pointed threateningly at him. A strange encounter. Leads to many many more. Brendon Park is charmed by your odd nature, allured by your humour. And just perhaps. You develop a soft spot for the Shark. Chipping away at his steel facade, bit by bit, trying to find his funny bone.

-> Sensory Overload: (Throw Me A Bone Part 2), Forensic Pathologist!GN!Reader, In your search for caffeine. at least some coffee that's a little more decent than the one down in the morgue... It leads you to PTMC's most chaotic department. The Pitt. You're reminded just why exactly you enjoy the morgue. And they're introduced to the fact that you, the funny, the slightly odd- Mole of the Morgue... Is in fact dating the steely eyed, intimidating, menacing- Park the Shark.

Reblogs, comments and likes on my fics are really appreciated 🥰

(It is honestly one of the purest joys knowing that people like and enjoy my random little writings and stories 💕 Thank you!)

I have cross posted some/most of these fics to my ao3 (RedSakura101) (Mainly the series)

sorry if anything feels a little OOC or whatever...it's just me and my delulu brain working out whatever I've got rolling around in my mind 😮‍💨

Please do not post or translate this elsewhere under the guise that it is your own work.

*All images used in my work in the headers are sourced from Pinterest. Most dividers are from @saradika-graphics (who has an amazing of collection to choose from!) I don't post NSFW content in my works fyi.

[notanotherpotter]

Hi Guys

Hello, it's Raven,

I am in the process of writing two short novels at the moment and won't be able to update my fics for a bit. I've also been busy with college and other things that are going on in my life.

Would you guys be interested in beta reading my two new novels once the first draft for each of them are done.

The Novels are called:

The Eating Forest (genre: horror/thriller)

Angel Drama (young adult fiction book)

Both books are queer so if you're not interested that's fine.

No homophobic comments please, any comments made that hurtful or contain hate will be blocked and removed.

Raven 🐦‍⬛✨🐦‍⬛✨

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Any fanfic recommendations perchance 🫪?

OKAY SURE!

My current fic recommendation list! 

I'll separate them out into categories and link each of them! Be sure to read all tags before going in as I won't include them in this reply for brevity's sake!! I am recommending fics with ratings from gen to explicit, so check with what you're comfortable with before reading.

For now, I only have PHM and bloodymary fics, but I'm starting a few Iron Lung specific soon so I might add more later on

Project Hail Mary 

The Greatest Act of Optimism by Acewithapaintbrush

Genuinely my favorite phm fic thus far. It's a really sweet story about Grace becoming a teacher on Erid! It's part of the "Teacher Grace's Extraordinary Curriculum" series (I've only read the first fic so far) 

Grounding technique by kleinebohne

This one has a very intense (and accurate) portrayal of severe anxiety told from the perspective of an overworked Grace during his time spent on Stratt's Vat. I LOVE fics set during this portion of the book, and this one is the king of them all imo! Be careful reading this one if detailed descriptions of panic/anxiety affect you, or if the concept of self medicating is triggering. READ THE TAGS!

The Astrobiology Immersion Program by startingatmidnight

I have no words. 1000000/10, I will read again. It's a very fun body swap/ crack treated seriously fic set during Rocky and Grace's trip back to Erid. To those of you who don't care for OOC fics, DO NOT ASSUME THIS IS ONE! The author did a fantastic job of turning a silly trope into a very believable story! At no point did I feel like the story wasn't a PHM fic. I adore this fic. Please read it. 

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Bloodymary 

You Know What They Say About One Man's Trash... By OpaliteScales

I can't make a fic recommendation list without including this one here. It's a very very sweet bloodymary AU that has a unique premise and a gentle, comforting vibe. I read this when I wanna snuggle up in bed and giggle about fictional grown men falling in love lol. If you enjoy shorter chapter lengths that are more easily digestible, this is the fic for you. Go show her some love 

It's Only Us by Catfishkisser

I love this one so far! Its about Adrian finding Simon before Rocky and Grace make it back to Erid. Simon Adrian save moons!! I'm only about halfway through so Grace Rocky haven't arrived yet. It is tagged bloodymary so I suppose it can be described as a glacial slow burn haha. I'm so invested with how the author characterizes Simon within the PHM world! I look forward to where this fic goes! 

When the Convict Plays Warden by Bibarian

I love the fresh concept of Simon being placed in the PHM universe outside of blipping into existence after his time on the blood moon. This fic has him as a prisoner on Earth that Stratt seeks out for the PHM mission. Fantastic read, it needs more hits! 

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