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ZOOM IN DR. PARK HAS EARRING PEIRCINGS LOOK
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I don't usually opt to vent out into a public space but I'm just doing this for me. Nothing is more confusing than liking someone who you used to hate when you first liked them. He didn't deserve it, and it was a result of my own biases. As I got to know him, the more beautiful he got. People knew and liked him. He was the opposite of me, personality wise. I've known him from this school year only. Towards the end of the school year is when I first realized I liked him, and that could be either torture or merciful, depending on who looks at it. It's just, he spends so much time in my head. He messages me and includes me into his friend group. Every time he message me, I check my phone constantly. I've never experienced that desperation before for anything or anyone. I know there is probably nothing more to it and he's just a good guy; its probably all in my head. But gosh, I can't help but desire to be more than friends. Maybe if we met earlier, we could have been more. But I'm going to a different state for college. Maybe it's for the best that I just stay quiet about my feelings.
Okay I might have a couple more Dr. Park x specific!readers…
Dr. Park x Fighter!Reader: more friends to lovers situation or maybe a brother’s best friend (possibly dead brother 🤷♀️). She had big time hometown fight. (Also, I’m thinking MMA/UFC type). She won but got jumped after by her opponent’s crazed fans. Ends up in the ED. Guess who’s there for a consult because this is a lot of broken bones? Park and he’s fucking worried.
Dr. Park x Ballerina!Reader: oh just ya know Doctor x Former Patient type of situation. I say former bc Brendon is for sure a professional when it comes to patients. But the second she’s not one, all bets are off. He had saved her career. (That man sitting and watching her practice— too adorable).
hear me out Regency-era-Mr.Darcy-coded! Brendon Park.
PLEASE
I love any and all Brendon Park x Reader. I really like the Sunshine x Grumpy trope-- HOWEVER! I feel as if it really dominates majority of the content. What about Grumpy x Grumpy? But like, they're different fonts of grumpy. Park is like mean grumpy, and Reader is like tired/bitter grumpy, a Nurse, but they used to be like a prison nurse and they've become jaded and weary of the world, but not quite mean, and if they are, they apologize.
I will try and start to write for this little story because i NEED it. The PLOT!! GRUMPY!READER relearns how to let loose and trust again with the power of friendship and The Shark kind of has a comaraderie with them after he kind of bites at them and they put him in his place with a snap. But over time, as Reader eventually gets their confidence back and Park starts to soften up, feelings and tension leads to relationship!
Reader gets to put Olive oil or whatever his name is in check.
Reader has trauma from the prison- like they were held in a hostage situation and they gain a scar or injury that ultimately made them make the transfer.
Grumpy and temporarily Mysterious and Scary at First!Reader who doesn't trust easily
Keep a look out if you're interested :))
BRENDON PARK RECS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
" With saline, genius "
please support your writers! reblogs and comments are appreciated
ᝰ.ᐟ key: A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I ~S- implied smut I H/C -comfort I 04/06/26 I gif @/snoozingsnoopy
꒰ masterlist ꒱ ꒰ the pitt ꒱
☆ you owe her an apology ── @reidscardigans I C
Ogilvie makes a backhanded comment about you, Brendon is not happy.
☆ donut situation ── @midnghtprentiss I C
after a fight over jealous, park is desperate trying to make things right with you.
☆ betting board ── @eden031 I F
biggest betting board in the history of the Pitt finally closes.
☆ staking claim ── @/eden031 I A + F + S
After a friendly interaction his favorite resident has with the ED intern Brendon Park doesn't overreact. Well maybe he does.
my greedy ass would NOT be allowed on the night shift
reblog if you would never let ai write fanfics for you
first day with toby and it’s gonna be at a fast food joint
MC: I thought you meant fancy…not this..
Toby: this is fancy [with only 20 dollars in his pockets]
It's not even his 20 dollars I fear.
Raspberries on Top
Context: How these characters react to you laying your head on their stomach before you blow a raspberry on their tummy (you know, when you put your lips against their skin and blow) Warnings: Suggestive, but not explicit. Audience: GN Characters: The 4 Proxies
TIM WRIGHT... MASKY
-You’re laying on his stomach; oh, he’s strong, but he has a decent layer of fat. He’s a little self conscious about it. He has a dark happy trail that leads downwards, he has a deep belly button.
-When you lay your head on him, it’s soft; perfect pillow. When he breaths, his diaphragm makes his belly rise and fall steadily, but he never moves, his thick fingers would comb through your hair/scratch your scalp. Either that or he has his hands behind his head as he sleeps.
-But at this moment, you are both awake, just fresh out of the shower. You see his white tank lift just enough for you to see the soft flesh of his tummy, and the dark hair that lines it. You lift your head to look up at him, resting your chin just below his belly button. His eyes crack open when he felt you move, a dark eyebrow raising as he grunts and reaches a hand down to gently scratch the crown of your head.
-“What’re ya lookin’ at, hon?” He mutters, his voice soft and somewhat raspy.
-You let yourself grin, raising your head just a little more before slowly lifting up the bottom of his tank top, watching his eyes follow your hand.
-“What’re-” Before he could finish, you blew a big, fat raspberry right below his belly button.
-His immediate response: His eyes screw shut and his hand gently tugs and your hair.
-It takes him a second to recover before looking at you, his eyes narrowing. “Whas’at for?” He grunted, watching as you grin up at him like you just did something cool or something.
-He’s a little grouchy because his tummy is out in the open. When you catch onto that, you reassure him that you think he’s sexy, always has been, always will be. He’ll scoff, but he’ll shut up.
-But if you further tease him and gently bite his soft lower abdomen, he’ll get hard and roll you both over.
-If you apologize with a flurry of kisses, or even press your tongue flat against his stomach and slowly drag it downwards, you best be ready to use your mouth for something else.
BRIAN THOMAS… HOODIE
-You’re laying on his stomach. He’s toned, not ripped, but damn, he looked good. He’s firm. He’s not really hairy, neither, but you can see the faint line of light brown trickle down his abdomen and into his pants.
-This man is always wearing jeans smh. But he took his belt off so you wouldn’t get poked. Yay!
-Anyway, this man lounges shirtless, silver cross resting on his chest. He just does. He’s the definition of sexy and he knows it. He weaponizes it against you.
-Brian has one hand behind his head, the other massaging the back of your neck as you lay one him, his breathing stable and rhythmic, his eyes closed, but not asleep.
-The second you shift, they crack open. He notices, of course, he notices every little thing about you- it’s kind of stalker-ish (more on that later), but he’s gotta be nonchalant, okay?
-“What’cha doin’?” He murmurs out, watching as you grin up at him evilly, just like how you do every time before you do something stupid.
-When you blow a raspberry against his toned stomach, he flinches, his nonchalance evaporating.
-Here’s the thing…
-He has a ticklish tummy.
-So the moment you do, he kind of curls in on himself, a shocked giggle rising out of him as he tries to gently push you off (of course he doesn’t really want you to but he has to keep up appearances you know? can’t be caught lacking)
-“Shit- stop that you gremlin-” He snickers out before you blow another one, a louder, sharper laugh leaving him as his core tightens as his cheeks begin to cramp from smiling too hard.
-After a minute or two, he finally can’t take it anymore and flips you both over, catching his breath as he pins you to the mattress, his cheeks red from embarassment and from smiling so much. “Don’t ya think for one second I ain’t gonna give ya a taste of yer own medicine.” He manages out with a breathless grin, giving your silly self a kiss before lowering himself to be level with your own belly, wearing his own evil smile with the stupid gap between his front teeth as his silver cross necklace dangles and brushes against your abdomen.
-He keeps giving you raspberries until your sides cramp from laughing, loving the sound of your own giggles and how you squirm under him.
-If he’s feeling it later on, he’ll give your lower abdomen a rasbperry after going down under, a silly inside joke between you two.
TOBY ROGERS
-His stomach is lean, but toned, speckled with dark hair and a prominent trail going downwards. His skin is pale, not sickly, not anymore, but it’s pale. Sometimes you just want to bite it to watch his skin bloom with color.
-When you lay on him, he makes his breathing light to make sure he doesn’t move your head too much (such a sweet baby boy)
-He loves it when you lay on him. It makes him feel on top of the world; like he could enjoy a normal relationship. He loves that you trust him like that.
-Side note: he also loves laying on top of you. He always falls asleep. He also likes to motorboat you regardless if you have boobs or not and would look up at you with the goofiest grin.
-When you guys are lounging, he’s staring down at you, admiring how you look like; vulnerable- willingly vulnerable. He’s still grinning to himself, absolutely giddy that he somehow managed to bag you, and this will last for the entirety of your relationship.
-When you look up at him, he wiggles his brows at you with a cheeky grin like the dork he is. “H-Hey, h-hot stuff. Come here often?”
-But the second you blow a raspberry, that dorky bravado crumbles as he squirms under you, his arms jerking and his turning to the side as he laughs, his cheeks starting to color as he starts to hiccup between giggles.
-“Y-You’re cheeky, huh?” He manages out breathlessly once you stop and grin up at him, raising a hand to cup his now warmer cheek. “If it makes you keep smiling like that.” You’d reply, as earnestly or as flirtatious as you’d like, any way you do, he’d fold and pull you up for a kiss that may or may not turn into a sloppy makeout session. How could he resist when you got him all in his feels like that?
-Now he has that in his toolbox to whip out whenever you’re cuddling; raspberries on your chest, tummy, thighs- it’s his new favorite thing that makes you giggle.
KATE MILENS…THE CHASER
-Her stomach is lean, you can see her ribcage but she’s not malnourished. She has a true runner’s build. Her skin is paler than normal, but not to the point where she looks like a Tim Burton character. Her belly button is shallow.
-She is always silent, always light on her feet, and that bleeds into the way she lives. When you lay down on her, she controls her breathing so you could barely tell if she even is, controlling it to the point where the rise and fall of her stomach is barely there.
-She runs cold. Sooo cold pillow :P
-But she watches you, even as you just lay there; asleep or not. She synchs her breathing with yours so you’re as undisturbed as possible, while at the same time; she’s memorizing how you live.
-So when you lift your head, she almost holds her breath, her eyes boring into yours as you give her a smile. Her brows slightly furrow, curious and confused. “What are you doing?” She murmurs as you slowly lift her shirt up and press your lips on her tummy.
-When you blow, she flinches, her hands flying to your hair.
-It takes her a moment to recover, staring down at your smiling self.
-“…You’re strange.” She scoffs, shaking her head as she relaxes and gently scratches your scalp.
-Later on, another time when you two are having some quiet time together, her hand would wander under your shirt and rest on your tummy curiously, testing your reaction to when she drags her nails gently over your skin. She wants to know your sensitivities, too. She wants to make you smile and squirm; that’s her favorite feeling to give you.
A silly
I started sobbing midway through the third panel
WRITING AN ANGSTY/FLUFFY[?]/YEARNING/SOBBING/GUILT-RIDDEN FIC. BRIAN X READER X TIM
Summary of rapidly progressing fic: You and Brian are in Love. Tim, under an order from our favorite boss man, kills Brian, unaware of the lover he left behind. Heartbroken, you cope by walking through the same park trail that you met Brian in, bumping into and meeting Tim months later after your lover’s death. Tim starts to talk to you, and eventually falls in love with you. Once you recognize your own feelings for Tim, you start to see Brian in your dreams, guilt-ridden. Once Tim realizes who you were to Brian after seeing the polaroid of you two, he starts to get haunted by Brian’s ghost.
Ending is still being pondered 🤔
Based on the song "A House In Nebraska" by Ethel Cain
Working Title is 'Fly Trap'
[PLEASE READ ABOVE BEFORE ANSWERING] the circumstance is IMPORTANT
If Brian died would he be okay with Tim dating Reader?
Begrudgingly, but yes. "Take care of her for me."
Hell no. "None of us were ever worthy of her."
Other??? Comment.
*THEM, I INTEND TO MAKE THIS A GENDER NEUTRAL FIC, I JUST FORGOT AND NATURALLY PUT 'HER'*
Batman animation yayy 🙌👍
I started sobbing midway through the third panel
THE GALA - A Clone Dating Sim
You are a Jedi General. The Council has assigned you a very important mission: the infiltration of a Separatist gala on Raxus. But you will not be going alone--you are allowed to bring a date on this adventure. In the heart of enemy territory, who will you count on to watch your back?
PLAY HERE: THE GALA
Ideal play experience is on desktop! (I think you can play on mobile it just looks a lil yuccy)
Clone bbs x Fem!Jedi player FEATURED CLONES: Sergeant Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Captain Rex, Commander Wolffe, and ARC Twins Fives & Echo
RATING: 18+ MINORS DNI - The paths can be SFW or NSFW depending on your choices (2nd option is always the NSFW one!) - general warning for smut if you make those choices, more specifics below the cut!
Additional (less relevant) info beneath the cut!
HAPPY MAY 4TH! ENJOY MY LOVES~~
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