daisy

she loved the ocean because every time the waves left the shore, they always came back

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[prettydaisygirl]

I think you guys might be a hive mind because why did three of you send me basically the same request at the same time 😂❤️

Okay y’all im on it 🫡

[prettydaisygirl]

You guys I have been so absolutely obsessed with Brendon Park!! Please send your requests my way ❤️

[prettydaisygirl]

The sims idea is so cuteee but honestly I can also see reader getting back at James and his pranks by doing some shenanigans in the sims like they'd probably also do the rest of the Marauders in the sims and somehow readers sim ends up with either Remus or Sirius and James is devastated while reader and chat is laughing at him

Lmao reader’s sim keeps flirting with Sirius’ sim and James acts like reader is cheating irl

“How could you do this to me???”

“James I didn’t do anything. You’re the one controlling them”

“CLEARLY NOT!”

[prettydaisygirl]

First off, heyyy

I hope you are doing great!

Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.

Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.

Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:

Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol

Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!

hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3

dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words

summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately 

cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader

the pitt masterlist

°˖✧✿✧˖°

You really didn’t think this through. 

It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out. 

And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would. 

“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can. 

“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.

“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch. 

Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?” 

Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”

That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”

“Then what?” 

You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time. 

“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”

“You… got me something that’s on your back?”

You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop. 

The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink. 

“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more. 

When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”

He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling. 

“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping. 

“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bren.” 

He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?” 

You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”

He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder. 

“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.

“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”

°˖✧✿✧˖°

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I have a few more things to add to the streamer James stuff (i cant help but daydream about him especially when looking through youtube to look for something to watch) but he would definitely drag reader to play on stream or on recording when she's up for it, I'm imagining games like phasmophobia or lethal company and also i feel like he'd do rage games like cuphead too!! for a group game session with the Marauders i feel like piko park would be so funny because it'd be the reader actually trying to get through a level but Sirius and James keep fighting over the key. I do feel like if there's one game the reader had played it's be the sims

So here’s the thing: James is sweet but also he loves pranks 😂 so I can absolutely see him tricking reader into playing a scary game or a rage game with him, not letting reader know what she’s getting into lmao

But also imagine him and reader making themselves in the sims and doing a whole little family a la Claire Siobhan and her husband😭🙏🏻 or like making a minecraft house together. Literal goals actually

[prettydaisygirl]

First off, heyyy

I hope you are doing great!

Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.

Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.

Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:

Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol

Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!

hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3

dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words

summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately 

cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader

the pitt masterlist

°˖✧✿✧˖°

You really didn’t think this through. 

It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out. 

And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would. 

“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can. 

“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.

“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch. 

Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?” 

Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”

That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”

“Then what?” 

You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time. 

“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”

“You… got me something that’s on your back?”

You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop. 

The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink. 

“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more. 

When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”

He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling. 

“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping. 

“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bren.” 

He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?” 

You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”

He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder. 

“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.

“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”

°˖✧✿✧˖°

© prettydaisygirl

[prettydaisygirl]

First off, heyyy

I hope you are doing great!

Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.

Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.

Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:

Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol

Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!

hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3

dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words

summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately 

cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader

the pitt masterlist

°˖✧✿✧˖°

You really didn’t think this through. 

It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out. 

And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would. 

“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can. 

“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.

“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch. 

Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?” 

Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”

That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”

“Then what?” 

You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time. 

“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”

“You… got me something that’s on your back?”

You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop. 

The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink. 

“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more. 

When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”

He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling. 

“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping. 

“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bren.” 

He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?” 

You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”

He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder. 

“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.

“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”

°˖✧✿✧˖°

© prettydaisygirl

[prettydaisygirl]

First off, heyyy

I hope you are doing great!

Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.

Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.

Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:

Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol

Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!

hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3

dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words

summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately 

cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader

the pitt masterlist

°˖✧✿✧˖°

You really didn’t think this through. 

It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out. 

And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would. 

“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can. 

“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.

“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch. 

Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?” 

Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”

That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”

“Then what?” 

You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time. 

“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”

“You… got me something that’s on your back?”

You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop. 

The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink. 

“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more. 

When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”

He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling. 

“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping. 

“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bren.” 

He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?” 

You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”

He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder. 

“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.

“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”

°˖✧✿✧˖°

© prettydaisygirl

[prettydaisygirl]

I believe I did it right this time please let me know if I didn’t can I request a park the shark x reader that has epilepsy and has seizure and he helps her through it ?

hi this is just a short little thing but he is so great i love him <3

dr. brendon park x fem!reader who has a seizure ✿ 475 words

summary: you have a seizure. brendon comforts you.

cw: fem!reader, reader has a seizure and is implied to have them regularly, i have never personally had a seizure so plz let me know if anything is inaccurate <3

the pitt masterlist

°˖✧✿✧˖°

It starts low in your gut, like a bad omen looming over you, giving you an impending sense of doom.

Well, actually it started with a headache, but you’re so accustomed to those, you hardly even noticed it. 

You’re sitting with Brendon on the couch, your face smushed against his bicep, legs curled beneath you. He’s sprawled out, taking up as much space as he wants, and there’s a show on tv that you’ve been half-paying attention to. 

You blink at it, the colors swirling a bit in your vision. If the anxiety was the first sign, the tingling that starts in your hands is the second. It’s familiar, and it makes the dread you’re feeling double down. 

“Brendon?” Your voice sounds odd in your ears, like you’re partially underwater. You can feel him shift to look down at you, but black takes over your vision before you can meet his eyes or even issue him a proper warning. 

His voice is the first thing you become aware of after that. It’s low, a bit tight with an unfortunately familiar anxiety. You realize you’re on the floor, the soft fluff of his carpet pressed to your skin where you’re laying on your side. 

“You’re okay. You’re alright…” Brendon’s hand is brushing gently up and down your back. You try to speak, but the only thing that leaves you is a weak whimper. He shushes you, and his touch moves to your arm. “Don’t try to speak. Just let yourself relax.”

The rest of your consciousness comes back slowly. A tingle in your fingers and toes, having to force your eyelids apart, and then struggling to keep them open while your vision steadies out again. 

Brendon is sitting on the floor next to you, his hand still tracing soft, soothing lines across different parts of your skin. He hums softly when you curl into him. 

“You made it through.” He tells you, and tsks at you when you try to nod. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to your neck.” He brushes some hair away from your face and then his fingers brush over your cheek. “Lay here until you feel ready to get up. I can get you a pillow.”

He doesn’t let you answer, he just gently shifts your body so he can slide the pillow below your head. You instantly feel better, and manage to reach out a shaking hand to find his own. 

“Bren?” Your voice trembles.

“Yes?”

“Can you just hold me?”

You see the way his face crumbles, pity and love and apology and a million other emotions on his face. 

“I’ll always hold you.” He reassures you, gathering you into his arms so gently like he thinks you might shatter. You think it’s possible. “Whatever you need. Just tell me and I will always be there.”

°˖✧✿✧˖°

© prettydaisygirl

[prettydaisygirl]

I believe I did it right this time please let me know if I didn’t can I request a park the shark x reader that has epilepsy and has seizure and he helps her through it ?

hi this is just a short little thing but he is so great i love him <3

dr. brendon park x fem!reader who has a seizure ✿ 475 words

summary: you have a seizure. brendon comforts you.

cw: fem!reader, reader has a seizure and is implied to have them regularly, i have never personally had a seizure so plz let me know if anything is inaccurate <3

the pitt masterlist

°˖✧✿✧˖°

It starts low in your gut, like a bad omen looming over you, giving you an impending sense of doom.

Well, actually it started with a headache, but you’re so accustomed to those, you hardly even noticed it. 

You’re sitting with Brendon on the couch, your face smushed against his bicep, legs curled beneath you. He’s sprawled out, taking up as much space as he wants, and there’s a show on tv that you’ve been half-paying attention to. 

You blink at it, the colors swirling a bit in your vision. If the anxiety was the first sign, the tingling that starts in your hands is the second. It’s familiar, and it makes the dread you’re feeling double down. 

“Brendon?” Your voice sounds odd in your ears, like you’re partially underwater. You can feel him shift to look down at you, but black takes over your vision before you can meet his eyes or even issue him a proper warning. 

His voice is the first thing you become aware of after that. It’s low, a bit tight with an unfortunately familiar anxiety. You realize you’re on the floor, the soft fluff of his carpet pressed to your skin where you’re laying on your side. 

“You’re okay. You’re alright…” Brendon’s hand is brushing gently up and down your back. You try to speak, but the only thing that leaves you is a weak whimper. He shushes you, and his touch moves to your arm. “Don’t try to speak. Just let yourself relax.”

The rest of your consciousness comes back slowly. A tingle in your fingers and toes, having to force your eyelids apart, and then struggling to keep them open while your vision steadies out again. 

Brendon is sitting on the floor next to you, his hand still tracing soft, soothing lines across different parts of your skin. He hums softly when you curl into him. 

“You made it through.” He tells you, and tsks at you when you try to nod. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to your neck.” He brushes some hair away from your face and then his fingers brush over your cheek. “Lay here until you feel ready to get up. I can get you a pillow.”

He doesn’t let you answer, he just gently shifts your body so he can slide the pillow below your head. You instantly feel better, and manage to reach out a shaking hand to find his own. 

“Bren?” Your voice trembles.

“Yes?”

“Can you just hold me?”

You see the way his face crumbles, pity and love and apology and a million other emotions on his face. 

“I’ll always hold you.” He reassures you, gathering you into his arms so gently like he thinks you might shatter. You think it’s possible. “Whatever you need. Just tell me and I will always be there.”

°˖✧✿✧˖°

© prettydaisygirl

[prettydaisygirl]

Same anon who sent the ask about streamer James and you get it!!!! Mc would literally be so oblivious about James and the Marauders (though tbh i see her maybe knowing Remus only because she's probably seen a tiktok of him recommending books in the booktok side of things) I still remember first downloading twitch and being a bot overwhelmed with the whole chat and features and bits and I can totally see her just nodding along to whatever James is rambling about while she helped patch him up and knowing absolutely nothing about what he's saying

Okay so my first thought reading this is that YES Remus ABSOLUTELY is a booktoker 😭 I imagine his streaming background to just be all kinds of bookshelves and old Knick knacks too he is so cute

Also you’re so right lmao reader being like “you go sweetie!! You’re doing great!” Meanwhile she has no fucking clue what’s going on in the game he’s playing 😂 also imagine james tricking reader into playing a horror game with him on stream and she gets so fucking mad I can’t lmao

[prettydaisygirl]

You and another writer here on tumblr is making me think about streamer James so much it's kind of detrimental to me (i keep daydreaming about him when I'm supposed to do something else 😩😩) i keep daydreaming about a streamer james x offline! reader and since ive also been reading your pitt stuff i imagine the mc being a nurse that dated James before he got into streaming,,,,,, i just wanted to share my thoughts after reading your whole streamer James masterlist 🫶

Omg this is so funny because I was just thinking about him last night while I was playing Unpacking 😂 I adore streamer!James it was actually the first thing I ever posted on here!

And the crossover is so real I always do that too lmao! You know he probably got drunk at a convention and hurt himself so he had to go to the ER and he sees nurse!reader there and just instantly falls in love. But he’s still drunk so he’s drunk flirting and she’s just like

“That’s nice uh… James.”

And he gets all sad like “you don’t know who I am??”

[prettydaisygirl]

I believe I did it right this time please let me know if I didn’t can I request a park the shark x reader that has epilepsy and has seizure and he helps her through it ?

hi this is just a short little thing but he is so great i love him <3

dr. brendon park x fem!reader who has a seizure ✿ 475 words

summary: you have a seizure. brendon comforts you.

cw: fem!reader, reader has a seizure and is implied to have them regularly, i have never personally had a seizure so plz let me know if anything is inaccurate <3

the pitt masterlist

°˖✧✿✧˖°

It starts low in your gut, like a bad omen looming over you, giving you an impending sense of doom.

Well, actually it started with a headache, but you’re so accustomed to those, you hardly even noticed it. 

You’re sitting with Brendon on the couch, your face smushed against his bicep, legs curled beneath you. He’s sprawled out, taking up as much space as he wants, and there’s a show on tv that you’ve been half-paying attention to. 

You blink at it, the colors swirling a bit in your vision. If the anxiety was the first sign, the tingling that starts in your hands is the second. It’s familiar, and it makes the dread you’re feeling double down. 

“Brendon?” Your voice sounds odd in your ears, like you’re partially underwater. You can feel him shift to look down at you, but black takes over your vision before you can meet his eyes or even issue him a proper warning. 

His voice is the first thing you become aware of after that. It’s low, a bit tight with an unfortunately familiar anxiety. You realize you’re on the floor, the soft fluff of his carpet pressed to your skin where you’re laying on your side. 

“You’re okay. You’re alright…” Brendon’s hand is brushing gently up and down your back. You try to speak, but the only thing that leaves you is a weak whimper. He shushes you, and his touch moves to your arm. “Don’t try to speak. Just let yourself relax.”

The rest of your consciousness comes back slowly. A tingle in your fingers and toes, having to force your eyelids apart, and then struggling to keep them open while your vision steadies out again. 

Brendon is sitting on the floor next to you, his hand still tracing soft, soothing lines across different parts of your skin. He hums softly when you curl into him. 

“You made it through.” He tells you, and tsks at you when you try to nod. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to your neck.” He brushes some hair away from your face and then his fingers brush over your cheek. “Lay here until you feel ready to get up. I can get you a pillow.”

He doesn’t let you answer, he just gently shifts your body so he can slide the pillow below your head. You instantly feel better, and manage to reach out a shaking hand to find his own. 

“Bren?” Your voice trembles.

“Yes?”

“Can you just hold me?”

You see the way his face crumbles, pity and love and apology and a million other emotions on his face. 

“I’ll always hold you.” He reassures you, gathering you into his arms so gently like he thinks you might shatter. You think it’s possible. “Whatever you need. Just tell me and I will always be there.”

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I just wanna sit on streamer!James Potter’s lap in his gaming chair 😫😫😫

[prettydaisygirl]

Hiiii I dont know if you still take requests for Park the Shark but I would like to give one!!

I’d love your headcanons or blurb about Park being possessive and jealous over very kind and warm younger!nurse :)

He was enamored by her when she first started at PTMC and everyone was like “wow Park has feelings?” She’s always super kind and warm to him because she didn’t realize he was an intimidating person to everyone else. He’s always concerned about where she is and if she’s okay like when she’s out with her friends because duh she’s drop dead gorgeous and he knows guys will throw themselves at her. And ofc concerned about her while she’s at work :)))

lmao my brain took this and ran with it so this is what i have lmao :) i hope you enjoy!

dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who can't stop talking about him ✿ 1.5k words

summary: you're out getting drunk with your friends and you can't stop talking about brendon. one of them decides to play matchmaker

cw: fem!nurse!reader, alcohol/drinking, reader has two friends named sarah and chelsea who do not work in the ED, reader is a silly drunk and is very obviously in love with brendon

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You don’t understand what grudge everyone seems to have against Dr. Park. 

Sorry, Brendon. He gets antsy when you call him by anything other than his first name. 

And that’s weird, at least according to everyone you work with. You’d been scared to meet him at first, given all of the warnings and low whispers you’d heard about him on your first few shifts. 

‘He’s horrible.’ One of the other nurses had told you with a shiver, her elbows knocking against yours where you lean on the nurse’s station counter. ‘He’s got these eyes and it’s like he can see directly into your soul.’

‘He wants to eat all of us alive.’ Dr. Whitaker had whispered once when Dr. Park had come up as a topic of conversation during surgery. It was enough to make your heart race at any mention of him. 

But then… you’d met him. And sure, you can’t argue that he’s not intimidating. His eyes constantly narrowed in suspicion, his jaw sharp and clenched, the tendons in his neck pulsing with every movement of his body. But you understand him, or maybe it’s that no one else looks past the “shark” exterior to see what’s underneath. 

The overwhelming desire to be successful, focused, calm even in the worst of storms. The fear of failure, the anxiety that he or someone else might majorly fuck up and he can’t fix it. The vicious growl in his voice that really means he’s scared to let anyone get too close. 

You looked at him, and you saw bits and pieces of yourself. 

And you think maybe he saw the same in you, because you became his right hand any time he had to consult in the ED. Maybe part of that was against your will, everyone knows that he doesn’t speak down to you the way he does everyone else. You stand beside him like you’ve always been there, predicting his moves before he can even make them. You hand him the right tools at the right time. You move in flow with him, and he always leaves the perfect amount of space right at his side for you. 

So, no, you don’t understand what grudge everyone else seems to have against him. 

“Wow.” One of your friends, Sarah, finishes off her drink, eyes scanning you up and down from her place across the table as you finish speaking. “Seems to me like you really like this Dr. Park guy.”

You feel heat bloom in your cheeks, your fingers twisting your straw back and forth in your already empty cocktail glass. “It’s not like that, okay? Brendon and I just work well together.”

Chelsea, your other friend, meets Sarah’s eyes and they both grin brightly. “Brendon…” They both repeat his name, a teasing lilt in their voices. You swat your hand at them. 

“Stop it!” You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you try to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You sit up a bit when you realize the waiter is approaching your table, and you send your friends a look. “The waiter is coming.”

“Oh! Let’s do shots!” Sarah suggests despite the slight slur already present in her speech. Chelsea nods excitedly, already leaning over Sarah to tell the waiter, who nods and takes the empty glasses from in front of you. You roll your eyes at them, but you don’t fight when the shots come to the table. 

It’s not long before you decide to go to the bathroom, already a little dizzy when you stand up, steadying yourself on the table. 

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You announce, pointing toward it. Sarah and Chelsea nod, waving you off as you go. The two of them sit there, debating ordering another round of shots, when they hear a phone ringing. 

It’s your phone, left face up on the table. And the name on screen reads Brendon Park.

Sarah gasps, whacking Chelsea on the arm to get her attention, gesturing to your phone. “It’s that doctor! He’s calling her!”

Chelsea’s smile turns mischievous, and her nimble fingers pluck the phone from the table top. 

“Wait, Chelsea don’t-" Sarah tries to protest but Chelsea holds up a finger to silence her, raising your phone to her ear. 

“Helloooo Brendon!” She greets brightly, her voice only slightly less slurred than Sarah’s. 

“Who is this?” A masculine voice answers from the other line. Chelsea covers the microphone with her hand, looking at Sarah. 

“He sounds hot!” She whispers, before clearing her throat and continuing, “I’m Chelsea, I’m just answering the phone because she’s not at the table…” All of her words are long and wobbly.

“Where is she?” His voice is almost snappy now, something that makes Chelsea’s face morph into an even more mischievous look. Sarah tries to shake her head, but Chelsea waves her off again. 

“Hmm… I don’t know… She hasn’t been at the table for a while…” She watches as you exit the bathroom, leaning away from Sarah as she tries to grab the phone from her hand. “She was pretty drunk though, you should probably come get her!”

Chelsea can already hear Brendan moving a bit frantically around on the other end, presumably getting his things together to come find you. Her thoughts are confirmed when he bites out a clipped, “Where are you?”

Chelsea quickly gives him the name of the bar as you approach the table again, then an “okay, bye!” and tosses your phone back on the table. You sit down, an eyebrow raised as you look between the two of them.

“What? Did someone call me?” 

“Oh, just spam, I think!” Chelsea gives Sarah a pointed look, full of meaning you don’t understand. “Right, Sarah?”

Sarah hesitates, looking between you and Chelsea for a moment before agreeing with a slow, “Right…”

You roll your eyes but move on, distracted by chit-chat and the arrival of the waiter again. 

Two shots later, you find yourself wondering if you can even stand, head bobbing side to side as you giggle. You jump when you feel a hand land on your shoulder, almost falling out of your chair to squint at the culprit through your blurry vision. Luckily, he catches you before you end up on the floor. 

“Brendon?” You blink hazily at him, and his grip on your shoulder tightens just a bit. “What are you doing here?” You’re drunk enough that you don’t notice the giggling of your friends, but Brendon obviously notices, his eyes narrowing a bit at them.

“I heard you might need some help.” He says, eyes returning to yours. Your stomach twists in the most pleasant way, and you can’t stop a drunk grin from taking over your face. 

“You came here for me?” Your voice, as slurred as it is, drips sickly sweet like honey. 

Brendon eyes you, then your friends, who giggle and whisper between each other, not nearly as sly as they think they are. 

“It seems I did.” He steps closer to your chair, and you find yourself leaning toward him, your forehead bumping his hip. He gets a look on his face, one you’d definitely question if you were sober, and says, “I wanted to make sure you were safe.” 

You melt, and so do your friends. Brendon has to stop himself from sneering at them, reaching for your hand and encouraging you to stand. 

“Let’s get you home.” He tells you, and your body follows him like it’s as easy as breathing. Sarah and Chelsea giggle and wink at you, giving you a silly wave goodbye. 

“You should probably take her to your house!” Chelsea calls out behind you as you walk away. Brendon puts his hand on your back to guide you and it makes your knees feel even weaker than they already do. “And probably in your bed too! Just to make sure she’s okay!”

Brendon lets out a huff and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, let’s go to my car.”

He guides you to it, surprisingly close to the bar given how busy everything is. You find yourself wishing you were sober so you could try to find more details of him in the car. You always want to learn more about him. 

Your drunk mouth decides to voice these thoughts out loud, and the corner of Brendon’s lips raise. 

“Are you really going to take me to your place?” You ask him then, practically giddy to be sitting next to him as he pulls off and starts heading down the road. 

He gives you a side eye. “Not while you’re drunk like this.” You pout, and he scoffs. 

“We can talk about it more on Monday when you’re sober and not at risk of throwing up. Now, give me your address.”

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brenden park’s actor is so fine and now I’m kind of obsessed w bro so pls do a fic where it’s like brenden’s wife no one knows abt, n she comes to the ambulance bay to kinda drop off his lunch cuz he forgot, and so she’s let into the ED and is sorta waiting for him as the nurses station till Dana calls him down and people are kind of SHOOK bc holy shit the shark has a sweet little lunch-bringing wife and they all think he’s an utter demon 😭

i can't lie i love this trope so thank you so much for sending this in <3 i love him

dr. brendon park x wife!reader who brings him his lunch ✿ 713 words

summary: dr. park leaves his lunch at home, so you, his wife, bring it to him. the only thing is, absolutely no one knows he's married

cw: fem!reader who is described as sweet, bubbly and bright, kind of soft!dr. park but only around you, probably lore inaccurate but it's just a little blurb so who cares

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Dana raises her gaze when Lupe clears her throat. She’d heard her approaching footsteps, of course, but in a busy place like the ER, one always hopes the steps will pass by them and whatever problem has arisen will be someone else’s.

It’s not Dana’s lucky day, evidently.

“What’s goin’ on, Lupe?” Dana asks, smacking her gum and reaching up to readjust her hair clip. 

“There’s a Mrs. Park here to drop off a lunch for Dr. Park.” 

Dana’s brows furrow together. Mrs. Park? “Dr. Park as in Shark?”

Lupe gives a half-nod, half-shrug that Dana takes as an affirmative. She blinks a few times, letting out a heavy breath, and then her eyes scan the floor.

“Dr. Javadi!” She calls out, stopping the young doctor in her tracks, eyes wide as she turns toward the nurse’s station. “Find Dr. Park and tell him his wife is here with his lunch.”

“What?” Victoria’s already shaking her head, gesturing vaguely toward the ambulance bay with her hands. “No- I… There’s a trauma coming in and-”

She’s interrupted by the arrival of Dr. Santos, who steps up with her hands on the ends of her stethoscope, mouth still finishing up a yawn as she starts to talk, “Who’s the really sweet woman with a lunchbox talking to the little kids in chairs?” All eyes turn to her, and Trinity scans all of their faces with a slight frown. “What?”

“Ah, Dr. Santos, perfect.” Dana, puts her hands together, pointing them toward Trinity. “That is Dr. Park’s wife, I believe. Can you go tell him she’s here?”

“Me?” Trinity scoffs, shaking her head much in the same way Javadi did. “No, I can’t. I have a case to check on.”

“If you have a case, why were you in chairs?” Javadi asks and Trinity sends her a side glare that has the younger doctor pursing her lips and going silent. 

Dana doesn’t look away, doesn’t lower her brows, doesn’t stop smacking her gum. “Dr. Santos-”

“I don’t want to go find Shark! Send one of the interns.” 

“Find me for what?” Everyone goes still; they’ve spoken of the devil and suddenly he’s appeared. Brendon looks between all of them, eyes sharp but jawline sharper. “Find me for what? I hope you all haven’t managed to screw something up with my femur surgery before I could make it down here.”

It’s Dr. Javadi who ends up breaking the silence, if only because it’s her face his gaze lands on last and it hardens enough to have her practically squealing, “Uh- uh no! Your patient is fine. It’s just, your wife is here.”

They all watch the shift in his expression. It’s not major, not like all of the color drains from his face or his jaw goes slack. It’s just a slight shift in his muscles. “My wife is here?”

“She’s fine.” Dana clarifies, gesturing toward chairs. “Apparently, you forgot your lunch at home and she brought it for you.” 

His expression changes again. Softens in a way that has everyone else looking at each other. His next words add to their surprise, “Thank you.” Dr. Park gives Dana a nod before he turns on his heel to head toward chairs. 

The three of them, Javadi, Dana, and Santos, follow behind him, stepping up by Lupe’s desk to watch through the window as he approaches you. 

You blink up at him so sweetly, and his hand raises to cup your cheek. You smile, so brightly it’s almost blinding, and all of your spectator’s jaws are dropping when Dr. Park smiles back. 

Victoria elbows Trinity gently, getting her attention as her eyes linger on the two of you. “Did you know he was married?” 

Trinity shakes her head, lips pursed. “No.”

Park leans down to give you a kiss as he takes the lunchbox from your hands. It completely changes the way they see him, though the sharp look he shoots the three of them through the window when he pulls back sends them darting back to work. 

People whisper about Park the Shark’s cute wife for the rest of the day, and there’s even rumors that he smiled. 

No one would ever dare say anything in front of him, though. Not unless they had a death wish. 

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