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
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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?”
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?”
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”
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?”
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
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?”
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?”
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?”
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
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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.”
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
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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.”
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
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??”
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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