This is going to be my masterlist for all of my writing - obvi it is very empty right now but i'm hoping it will start to fill up over the next couple of months.
Right now I intend to write for Jack Abbot, Michael Robinavitch and Brendon Park from The Pitt, Joel Miller from TLOU and also probably Sammy Bryant from Southland bc I love that man.
Second part of my Brendon Park fic is out now!!
The Pitt:
Brendon Park
If I can Dream
Chapter 1 - The first market
Chapter 2 - Late nights and Early mornings
About: When Brendon Park's mother takes him to her favourite farmers market on his day off, he meets a beloved local coffee vendor and suddenly his life falls into place. Now he has to make you his.
A/n: First fic kinda nervous! I was at my local farmers market the other day and suddenly got hit with the inspiration for this fic. Its going to be multiple chapters (idk how many but i have a basic fic outline) and i hope everyone thinks this is as cute as I do! I wish i could say the title was an Elvis reference bc that would be really cool but actually it's a reference to the Maneskin cover of the same song.
Warnings: 10 yr age gap (reader late 20's, Park late 30's), ooc but like he has 30 seconds of screen time so what do you expect, mention of parental death, some angst later (reader has a bad relationship with parents), eventual smut, im sure there will be more but i can't think of any right now!!
Chapter two: Late nights and Early mornings
Word Count: 2.1k
Divider credits: @robinavitchslut
Brendon had had a rough shift.
Every time he had been called down for an ortho consult, he was met by the face of Ogilvie. He hadn't planned on his day consisting of correcting Ogilvie’s mistakes that could only have been made by someone with the mental age of a kindergartener but here he was.
Brendon was not an unkind man in any shape of the word. In fact, he truly did want to encourage the students but they made it increasingly difficult every day with their sheer lack of basic medical knowledge that impacted his own Ortho procedures. Thus, he remained a Shark to every one working down in the emergency department.
On top of that, his 8 hour surgery that had been planned for that day had to be pushed back as the patient had given into temptation and consumed food when they had explicitly been instructed not to. This meant that the perfectly curated schedule that Brendon liked to stick to like it was a rule book was altered.
This series of unfortunate events meant that Brendon did not make it back to his apartment until 10:00pm.
The high rise apartment was situated in a very impressive (and expensive) area of the city. While he did not decorate with a passion and the overall design was kept to being a very sleek black and white hardwood, there were a few comforts that Brendon kept to make it seem slightly more homely.
He had a couple of sandalwood candles throughout the apartment. It was one of the scents he had most associated with his father before his passing, and so, after a particularly bad day he would light them and feel himself transported back to the comfortable time of childhood, Some may view this as quite a sad practice but for Brendon, it was the best way to keep his fathers memory close even though he was so far away.
The apartment also held a few photos. Some of him and his mother through the years, often taken on their Saturday mornings and others of him when he was much younger - awkwardly sat between his parents who were both beaming with pride at their child.
Brendon quickly fell into his normal routine: shower, get changed into something more comfortable than the restrictive hospital scrubs and eat his tea. Tonight, he was incredibly thankful for the fact he meal prepped every Sunday otherwise he would not have had the energy to cook at all.
After eating his typical meal of chicken, rice and broccoli he got into bed ready for his brain to move away from the irritating memories of the day to the realms of sleep.
Just then, however, he felt the innate urge to check instagram. This was not a habit he often had, he only followed old friends from medical school and he couldn’t say he was that invested in what new car/ watch/ house they had just bought that they felt the need to tell everyone about.
When he opened the app, instead of the usual gym content that he would watch if he did watch anything, he was met with a photo of a rather familiar coffee cart.
It was a photo of the cart at the farmers market with a long line stemming from the truck .
His eyes scanned down to read the caption:
@ Didos_place: Another perfect Saturday at the farmers market 🌞🌸!! If I'm being honest this might be my favourite day of the week! The community that comes together at the market is so beautiful and I am so overwhelmingly grateful for the amount of support I am being given! Back in my usual location through the week from 6am - 5pm and then back at the market on saturday. Hope to see you there! ☕️
The fact that Brendon could sense your bubbly energy through the screen was somewhat ridiculous. He clicked onto the profile to further examine your business. He was greeted with a perfectly curated selection of images that gave your profile a very impressive aesthetic. Posts consisted of the coffee cart, masterfully done latte art, baking shots and even some of you grinning happily into the camera.
In a very selfish manner, Brendon noted that he did not spot a boyfriend in any of the photos. Obviously, it did occur to him that this was a business account and you may not want to post your private life on it but he much preferred the idea that you were single.
Through further inspection of the account he found that your ‘usual location’ was in a public park that was luckily very close to the hospital. Brendon began to plan out the change to his morning routine in his head; he would hit the gym earlier and shower/ change into his scrubs while he was there before going to visit you at your coffee cart.
He found that he was already looking forward to the next day, this discovery had truly enhanced his mood after his previously annoying day.
As your alarm went off at 5am, you wiped your eyes blearily and sat up in bed. Although this job came with slightly unconventional hours, an attempt to hit the morning rush of people getting a coffee before another trying day at work, you couldn’t help but be excited for every new day.
That was the best thing about this job. No day was ever the same. You meet so many new, fascinating people every day, always with a different life story to tell. These interactions felt like a reward for the early mornings, especially on the days where you have to force yourself to wake up.
You stumbled into your bathroom in the light of the dawn, the sun was not yet fully risen but slowly making her path to a new day. That was another of the most wonderful things about this job, the opportunity to see the beams sunlight slowly make their way into your small apartment alongside the soft pinks and vivid oranges of the sunrise. It always left your heart feeling slightly lighter and a content smile on your face.
You stripped off the white and green pyjama set and situated yourself under the steaming shower head feeling the pressure in your shoulders melt away. You let your mind wander over the past few days of work. Back to the attractive man from Saturday who seemed to have a bit of a staring problem. You began to wonder wether he would be back at your stall any time soon. You hoped he would be.
After your shower you got dressed in a pair of jeans and a white top with a beautifully embroidered floral pattern on it. The weather was set to be slightly warmer today so you wanted to dress appropriately, god knows how hot a job in hospitality is. You did your makeup exactly how you like it and collected all your baking for today before driving to your every day cart location.
You loved watching the world come alive around you as you set up the cart for the day, setting the food out on display and updating your black board with any changes. Even though it was early in the morning, there were others already starting to go about their day around you: dogwalkers, runners and other business owners. You waved at a couple of the people passing by that you saw in the park everyday and soon your cart was ready and open for business.
It had been a busy first hour of your day. Many of your early morning regulars had stopped by before heading off to their wide range of jobs as builders and lawyers and teachers and more.
The rush was dying down when you spotted a tall, sloping figure walking down the path towards your cart. They immediately caught your eye as they were sporting (very well fitted) dark blue scrubs. You had a couple of regulars that worked in the hospital nearby, your favourite being Trinity who was always up to chat with you about her work place drama - I mean, you worked alone so you’ve got to get your fix of drama somewhere!
As the figure came closer you realised that you recognised the man walking towards you. The man from the farmers market that Saturday, the man with the nice biceps and the even nicer face. The man you had been thinking about just that morning. The man you had subtly attempted to flirt with…
You felt a slight wash of nerves as he came up to the cart, remembering the heart you drew on his cup in a daring but impulsive gesture.
He cleared his throat before speaking to you, ‘Hey, it’s nice to see you again. I was at the market on Saturday. I’m Brendon.’
‘Of course! You ordered the black americano! Would you like the same again?’
‘Yeah that would be really great thanks. No brownie this time though.’
‘Oh no!’ you said with a worried expression beginning to etch across your face ‘did you not like it last time?’
‘Oh no nothing like that, I honestly thought it was probably the best brownie I’ve ever had.’
That small statement made you beam with pride while you brewed the shot of espresso. He continued what he was saying.
‘No I just think 7am may be a bit too early for a brownie … even when they're that good! Also, I don’t want to have a crash from all the sugar in the middle of work.’ he said bashfully.
‘No of course I totally get it! Are you a doctor at the PTMC? I have a couple of regulars who also work there.’
‘Yes I’m at PTMC but no, not a doctor. I’m an orthopedic surgeon.’
You slid his drink across the counter with an impressed look on your face. ‘Wow that must be high pressure! How do you wind down after such an intense day at work’
‘Yeah that can be difficult. Everyone I work with has their different vices but personally I spend a lot of time in the gym. Just being able to focus on something else is really helpful.’ he confessed.
Your eyes surveyed his body before you cheekily responded ‘I can tell. You've got a good pair of biceps there, Brendon.’
A small flush reached his cheeks as if he was embarrassed to be perceived in such a way.
'What about you? How do you relax. I imagine running your own business isn't exactly and easy task.' He shot the question back to you.
' I mean I love to read more than anything. I'm currently reading a book called Tuesday's with Morrie and it is truly fascinating. I do try and exercise, you know pilates and long walks really let the mind wander.'
He let you speak for a couple of minutes. Sometimes he would interject with a comment of his own but he enjoyed the sound of your voice so much that he was happy to just let you ramble.
When you finished what you were saying about also loving to watch films to wind down. Brendon geared up the confidence to attempt to ask you out on a date.
‘Look would you ever want to -’ he began to speak until a loud noise rang out from his pocket. He was being paged.
‘God, sorry, that's the hospital I've got to head.’ He paid for his drink. ‘Thank you for this…and the compliment… I’ll be back soon.’
‘Anytime!’ You called after him. You honestly couldn't quite believe how well that interaction had gone. You hadn’t dated much since moving to Pittsburgh, what with everything that had happened back at home with your parents and with the amount of time and effort you had put into starting a new business.
You hoped he didn’t mind the message you had written on his cup this time.
When Brendon pulled up to the hospital and lifted his cup from the cup holder he spotted something written in black sharpie on the side.
Your number.
He genuinely had to sit and think for a moment about when you possibly could have done this during your short interaction without him noticing.
He quickly inputted the number into his phone alongside your name which he had spotted embroidered into your apron. He tried not to think too deeply about what to say before he sent a quick text and headed into another day of work. Although, this one would be slightly easier knowing that there would be a message from you waiting for him on his break.
Brendon: Hey, it’s Brendon. I’m about to head into work so I thought I’d send this now. Didn’t think it would be fair to leave you thinking about it all day without a reply. Thanks for your number :)
You: Hi Brendon! I appreciate it, I defo would have been stressing about it all day!! Thank you for texting :)
A/n: Hope you enjoyed this one!! It was very cute to write! I have started making a taglist so if you want to be added to it/ removed from it please let me know!!
About: When Brendon Park's mother takes him to her favourite farmers market on his day off, he meets a beloved local coffee vendor and suddenly his life falls into place. Now he has to make you his.
A/n: First fic kinda nervous! I was at my local farmers market the other day and suddenly got hit with the inspiration for this fic. Its going to be multiple chapters (idk how many but i have a basic fic outline) and i hope everyone thinks this is as cute as I do! I wish i could say the title was an Elvis reference bc that would be really cool but actually it's a reference to the Maneskin cover of the same song.
Warnings: 10 yr age gap (reader late 20's, Park late 30's), ooc but like he has 30 seconds of screen time so what do you expect, mention of parental death, some angst later (reader has a bad relationship with parents), eventual smut, im sure there will be more but i can't think of any right now!!
Chapter one - The first market
Word count - 1.3k
Brendon Park was a dedicated man.
Dedicated to his work, dedicated to going to the gym everyday, dedicated to his protein intake. But the thing he was most dedicated to was his relationship with his mother.
As Brendon’s father had died when he was 13, Brendon had felt from that point onwards that he must care for his mother and cultivate a close and trusting relationship with her.
Therefore, he found himself spending every Saturday morning out in Pittsburgh spending time with his mother.
Their activity of choice varied every week from brunch, museum visits, art galleries and sometimes even aquariums. Any place that you would never expect to see orthopedic surgeon Park the Shark, that was where he ended up.
This Saturday was different, however. Instead of the usual brunch spot that they had practically become regulars at, Brendon found himself walking towards the entrance of a local farmers market. He could immediately tell why his mother had been so excited to visit, though it pained him to admit it,this truly was a beautiful place.
There were around 30 stalls running down the street, all filled with an abundance of produce and colour. Brendon was wearing his usual fitted black t - shirt with a pair of well tailored black jeans and couldn’t help but feel out of place amongst all the beautiful bright colours that surrounded him.
To his left he saw a stall run by a mother and her son, who could not be more than 12 years old, selling colourfully labelled homemade chutneys in mason jars.
To his right he saw a middle aged man running a massive stall of home grown produce. The array of fresh vegetables actually gave Brendon some semblance of excitement.
He was busy thinking about which of the vegetables he could incorporate into his meal prep for the week when his mother appeared at his side telling him all about the local honey vendor she had just met. He chuckled slightly at her enthusiasm before they started to walk further into the farmers market.
They passed stalls filled with enormous bouquets of flowers, local farmers selling many different types of cheese and families selling food from their respective cultures that even Brendon (who sticks to a strict diet) had to admit smelt heavenly.
He followed his mother around as she picked up anything she wanted from each vendor. She had long since accepted that he was going to insist on paying for everything when they were together so she had stopped arguing with him every time he tried.
Once they were laden down with local produce - everything from home grown carrots to a beautiful bouquet of lilies with snapdragons and baby's breath - his mother insisted on one final stop. She gestured towards a coffee cart painted in a deep blue situated next to a stall selling authentic greek food.
There was an impressive line running outside the cart and once they reached the front Brendon immediately knew why.
When you turned around to take their order he was taken aback by the bubbly energy radiating from you. It was clear that you loved your job and you loved the community created by the farmers market. It seemed to Brendon that you were willing to enthusiastically chat to anyone and everyone that had the pleasure of coming across your cart.
God, he thought, if you worked at the hospital you’d probably have the highest patient satisfaction score out of anyone.
He began to examine your features with the precise nature that only comes with being a surgeon. He revelled in the incredible colour of your eyes and became particularly focused on the glittery lip gloss you had painted over your lips.
You were dressed in a plain white top and dark blue jeans with a blue and white striped apron over the top. The apron had your name etched in a blue cursive in the top left hand side. Even in such basic clothes, Brendon was struck by your beauty.
While he stood, almost in awe, he felt his mothers hand on his arm bringing him back down to earth.
‘Brendon, honey, what do you want to order?’ she asked, having already ordered her cappuccino leaving you both awkwardly stood waiting for his order.
He was so absorbed in you that he had completely forgotten that he had intended to get a coffee.
His eyes began to scan the coffee cart. You had a blackboard behind you that was filled with every type of coffee under the sun. Around the outside of the board you had drawn delicate chalk flowers alongside a little note about your special this week (raspberry and white chocolate muffins). On the front mantel of the cart you had set out trays of the most perfect cake, cookies, brownies. Any baked good you could think of, it was there.
He began to realise that this was his favourite stall he had discovered at the market yet.
Finally, he spoke up, meeting your eye as he ordered.
‘I’ll just take a black americano. Please.’
He watched your eyebrow quirk as you added his order to the bill.
‘Are you sure you don’t want to be more adventurous? We have about 25 different flavoured syrups! My personal favourite is vanilla which I know is quite basic but you strike me as being more of a gingerbread or maple kind of man!'
Brendon couldn’t help but form a disgusted expression on his face at that. The idea of a sugary, syrupy drink - the type that some of the students at the hospital would have - was horrifying to him.
‘Okay… not a syrup guy. No worries!’ you chirped as you started to prepare their order.
‘No, no. It’s not like that.’ Brendon blanched. He was desperate to redeem this interaction. He didn’t know why he had been so taken in by you but he needed you to know that he wasn’t an awful man who refused any and all types of sugar - especially as so many of your products relied on it.
‘Look, I’ll take a brownie as well!’ he hastily said.
He watched the corners of your lips lift in a small smile. God he would order every brownie you were selling just to see you smile again.
‘Perfect! I’ll sort these coffees then I'll package that for you!’ you said with a slightly surprised but satisfied lilt in your voice.
He felt his mothers piercing gaze on him, attempting to assess why his personality had changed so much in the past 30 seconds. The Brendon she had known his whole life would never have ordered a brownie.
Never.
Not until he met this beautiful young woman running a coffee cart.
Brendon paid and took their coffees. You thanked them for their purchase and sent them off with a wave and a smile directed specifically towards Brendon. He immediately regretted leaving without attempting to ask for your number but your line was only growing and he didn't want to impact the perfect flow of business.
As his mother began to fire questions towards him about the interaction, he glanced back once more.. To his surprise your eyes met as they followed his large frame slowly walking away from your cart.
Of course, in his stupor he had failed to notice the small heart you had drawn on the side of his takeaway cup until his mother pointed it out to him.
Brendon, ever the cynic, began to attempt to justify it: 'She probably puts them on every cup. I mean come on she is basically sunshine and rainbows personified...'
His sentence trailed off as his mother gestured to her cup. There was no heart on it. No drawing at all. He felt a slight heat rise up his cheeks in a manner that was totally unexpected of the scariest surgeon at the PTMC.
At that moment he decided. He was coming back to the farmers market at any chance he could get.
the way some of these fics are written? yall gotta take a long look in the mirror. infantalisation of capable women, nurses and residents, while they work at the hospital. it’s not only not funny, but also degrading. they don’t need to be babied, they’re more than capable of handling themselves. about time we start treating adults like adults in adult spaces. thank you.
