[seraphk1ss]

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[bbfwrites]

Baby Shark's Gainz

Author's Note: here's the inspo source. I thought it was cute as hell. Brendon and Reader obviously are not pushing their child to exercise as they love their chubby baby. Brendon was just having fun bonding. This is set a little after Baby Shark Bites

Summary: Brendon Park is a gym bro, right? Well his baby wants to be a part of it, too, even if she can't walk yet.

Word count: 598

Read it on AO3

After a day out with friends, you weren't quite sure what to expect when you got home. Oh, you didn't expect the house to be a mess or anything, no, you trusted Brendon in regards to that. You just didn't know what he and the one-year-old had gotten up to that day. One day you had come home to the two of them sitting in a blanket fort watching Finding Nemo and…eating goldfish crackers? That didn't quite track for “fish are friends, not food” but whatever. You snapped a photo for posterity.

The house was mostly quiet when you got inside. You heard faint music in the distance and figured Brendon was working out while your daughter napped. A peek into the baby's room said that was not the case. That meant the baby was in her play area in the home gym Brendon had set up.

Yet again, you were wrong as you stepped into the gym. Instead of her dancing to the late 90s music Brendon usually listened to, you found Brendon sitting on the floor at the head of his bench, one leg on either side with the baby laying on the bench holding a “barbell”, laughing at her father who was making silly faces. Brendon smiled wide as you walked in. “We went shopping,” he said cheerily.

You furrowed your brow. “I see. What led to all this?”

Brendon moved back from the bench and sat the baby in his lap before he handed the barbell to you. It was a thin PVC pipe with two slices from a pool noodle on either end. “I tried to work out this morning and she wasn't having it. She wanted to be involved. Obviously I wasn't going to let her play with even my small weights. So we went shopping and got creative. She has a barbell and two dumbbells.” Brendon reached for his phone nearby to show you the picture of her trying to gnaw on a dumbbell. “There's still progress to be made.”

You sent the photo to yourself. “I see that, so you two were working on her chest press?”

Brendon nodded. “Want to see?”

“Of course.”

Brendon put the baby back on the bench. “She's gonna be the strongest kid at pre-school one day.”

You rolled your eyes. “Let's not rush things,” you told him and handed him the barbell. Brendon laid the baby down and she laughed looking at him upside down. He placed one of her tiny hands on the bar and put one of his own fingers over her hand to help her hold it before doing the same with the other hand. He then moved it up and down like she was lifting the bar. “See, just like Daddy does it.”

You took a picture of their set up. “Very cute. What else have you done?”

“She was the weight for weighted squats. She had more fun than I did,” he explained, taking the bar from the baby and helping her sit up.

“I'm sure, she's a solid little roly poly,” you said and took your baby from the bench. “Maybe we can workout by going on walks and strengthening these little legs,” you said, squishing her thighs.

“Cardio is very important. We can do cardio at the park and then get ice cream,” Brendon said nodding to the baby. She nodded back not knowing what she was agreeing with. “It's two against one. We have to now.”

“You didn't give me time to agree with you,” you muttered and headed for the door family in tow.

[robinavitchslut]

got my commission from @natendo-art i love it so so so much it’s made my very horrible week so much better!! <333

[twilightz0nes]

baby fever going wild bc i was babysitting the other day and i NEED brendon park to have a chubby chunk of a baby babbling and pulling my hair and slobbering and i need him to knock me up

[violetsnowdropp]

Ocean Meet Cute?

Summary: Brendon has to save reader from the ocean, ends up being a little meet cute!

(Potential) Warnings: fluff, little mention of blood and injuries, clumsy/awkward/ditzy younger reader and divorced brendon, reader is like 20s and Brendon is mid 30’s, don’t ask where this beach is ik there’s no oceans in pittsburgh lol, height and overall size difference

did this in 30 minutes absolutely love the idea, sorry for any spelling mistakes pls lmk! Slán go fóill! 💗 Enjoy!

All he wanted was a little break. His ex, Priya, had put him through enough shit when he was down, he just wanted something easy after his divorce. He booked annual leave for about two weeks, and spent the first week in some seaside town.

He treated himself; an air bnb right across the beach, fancy, private, had a saltwater pool and a trail down to said beach. He wasn’t called ‘Park the Shark’ for no reason, and it was just ironic that Brendon liked swimming, particularly in the ocean.

He was down at the beach every morning, making the most out of the sea being so close, because god knows you wouldn’t find such beautiful blue ocean waters in the Ortho department. He aw a few familiar faces, old people and such. He saw you a lot as well: he wasn’t blind, you were very pretty, but there were lots of pretty women in the world. And the divorce papers had been signed barely 5 months, surely it was still too early? He was still healing, how does he know a new girl won’t have an affair?

Most of the time you were swimming and sunbathing with some friends, he remembers you because you had a pair of huge hot pink snorkelling goggles that always left a red mark around your eyes and cheeks, though this morning you were alone.

Far away. The ocean had pulled you out just a little too far for comfort.

Fuck knows where the lifeguard was, because wasn’t that literally their job? To look out for people’s safety?

Brendon was a fit guy, that was obvious, and he liked to swim occasionally. Also a doctor, his brain switched into work mode and swam over to you, focused kicks and deep breaths. He got a grip on your wrist, pulling you close and securing a thick arm around your torso, swimming you out of the rip current and harsh waves until he could plant his feet steadily onto the ocean floor. “You okay, miss?”

You flailed awkwardly, feeling his arm loosen around your waist. You just stared up at him, mostly surprised a stranger came to help you. Serves me right for swimming alone, I guess. Brendon guided you out of the sea, a careful hand on your arm.

“Uh- Yeah, I just- I’m not a very strong swimmer,” You replied, glancing away sheepishly.

“..So you swam to the buoy?” He asked flatly.

“I was looking at the fish, there’s loads by the sea stacks, this beach is actually a marine nature reserve, and there’s barracuda’s, so i’d be careful swimming—”

Brendon looked you over, identifying a few horizontal cuts on your lower leg. “What happened there?”

Ceased your rambling, you glanced down and looked at the few cuts. “I cut my leg on the rocks.”

“Doesn’t look too deep. Anything hurt? Any other injuries?” He asks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. Holy blue eyes.

You stared up at him for a few moments, your thoughts delayed. It was obvious why — real life Bruce Wayne just rescued you from the ocean and was checking you over with big strong hands and gorgeous eyes. “Uhm, no, no, just that. And cause of the saltwater, I can’t even feel the cuts, so..”

“Are you sure? Didn’t hit or pull anywhere, no sprains, no nothin’?”

“..Are you a doctor or something?” You ask after a moment, blinking up at him, as subtly as you could.

“Orthopaedic surgeon.”

“Awww, you work with kids?” You smile.

“..That’s Paediatrics. Close enough.”

“Oh.” Dumbass. “Well, I- I can’t thank you enough for..y’know, saving me,” You laugh, hiding your humiliation.

“Don’t have to thank me. Just don’t swim out that far again. Especially on a rough day like this.” Brendon scolds lightly, face as neutral as he could sculpt it.

“I won’t, my legs feel like jelly already.” You chuckled, fidgeting with the big, goofy goggles tied around your wrist. “Only if you’re on the beach.”

“I mean it, it’s dangerous out there.”

“Yeah. And the barracuda’s.” You remind, now feeling even more stupid. He just let out a chuckle.

Brendon ended up bringing you over to his sunbed, because the least he could do was clean up the minor lacerations. He was a doctor, he always carried a mini first aid kit in every bag.

“You didn’t have to. The seawater’s already done the job.” You replied sheepishly, bare foot planted on his strong thigh. You briefly noted the size of your flip flops against his own — he has huge feet compared to yours. Like, size 12.

“S’the least I could do. Don’t want you attracting any sharks.” He returns, his tone softer now, probably because he was focused placing a big bandage over the few lacerations.

“I think I prefer sharks to barracudas. Do you like sea animals?” You ask shyly, almost scared to make conversation. He seemed like such a serious man.

“I do.”

“There’s a good boat ride in the main marina, i’ve been on it before with my friends. Saw loads of species of dolphin, and even a hammerhead shark.” You explain, too busy explaining to think you sounded like you were asking him out.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm! It’s good prices, too. Not too far.”

“You asking me on a date?” He asked, fingers carefully swiping over the adhesive part of the plaster. You just stared at him, wide eyed and gobsmacked.

“No! No, sorry, oh my gosh, i didn’t mean it to sound like that! I was just saying- I- Well, i mean, i wouldn’t mind a date with you, like, obviously,” You laugh, trying to feel less embarrassed. “I just meant it’s a really lovely day out, i wasn’t- asking you to go with me—”

“Jeez, you need to take a breath, little lady.” He chuckled. He surprised himself with that — hadn’t laughed properly for god knows how long.

Little lady?! “Sorry..” Taking a breath, and watched him finish bandaging the area. “..Unless you wanted to go out?”

Brendon looked up at you, seeing your whole face flush. “I wouldn’t mind that boat ride.” He handed you his phone coolly, the new contact already up for you to add your phone number.

“I didn’t realise I never told you my name—” You excuse bashfully as you typed your number in, along with your name and an emoji of a fish.

You slipped into your flip flops; bright pink with green palm trees and flowers, and waved goodbye, a cheeky and almost flirtatious tone in your sweet voice. “Thank you for all your help, Doctor Park.”

“Anytime.” He hums, holding back a smile when he sees you giddily turn back with a bright smile.

Brendon watched you grab your things, obviously heading back as you walked alongside the road. But he didn’t miss the last bit of concrete you tripped over on the pavement.

[gglouise23]

“..Are you a doctor or something?” You ask after a moment, blinking up at him, as subtly as you could. “Orthopaedic surgeon.” “Awww, you work with kids?” You smile. “..That’s Paediatrics. Close enough.”

I’m crying omfg 😭

[angelicdewdrop]

[ifawns]

jack abbot loves when you tell him how much you love him during sex. he’s so cocky about it, holdin your legs up and grunting out a “yeah? you love me? i love you too, baby” before he’s cumming inside you seconds later. there’s just something about you being so fucked out, pawing at him and trying to hold onto anything while he pounds into you, yet still being so fuckin’ sweet and babbling ‘i love you’s between thrusts that really gets to him.

[groovyangelkisses]

oh to be having really bad anxiety and pope squeezes your hand really tightly and tilts his head to meet your eyes and tells you soooo sternly “calm down. nothing is wrong.”

not in a mean or insensitive way, obviously. where most people would be incredibly frustrated with the “you’re fine.” line, pope does it to ground you. moreso taking the lead and controlling the situation so you don’t have to </3

[nabais]

[thefictionalmanswhxre]

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑨 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘕 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘟 𝘋𝘐𝘈𝘉𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘊!𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

warnings! 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱, 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘺𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘺𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥!𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣, 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘤: 𝟏.𝟓𝑲+

𑣲 𝘢/𝘯: 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵. 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵? 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸

Early on in life you had been thrown a curveball when you were diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.

It had caused issues the first few years but with the help of family, doctors and medications, you had been able to manage it.

The only time it seemed to pose a setback was when you started medical school.

You’d think it would be more assuring to work in a hospital, especially if something went wrong. But while that might seem to be a good thing, you were worried others would view it as a weakness.

Being a nurse requires you to be careful, attentive, and meticulous in everything you do.

You weren’t ashamed of the fact you had diabetes, but you didn’t want to give people a reason to doubt your abilities. 

The only people at PTMC that knew of your condition was Gloria (for disclosure purposes) and your boyfriend, Brendon Park.

He was truly a blessing and beyond understanding of things. Brendon always had a sugary drink or snack on hand for low blood sugar, and extra medication for when it got too high. He was always prepared.

You appreciated him so much more for it.

He always tried to watch out for you since at times you would get overwhelmed with work or other things and not stay on top of things.

Unfortunately today was an extremely busy day for him and unfortunately it was for you too.

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Budget cuts.

That was the biggest talk around the hospital. Word had it that it was happening in all departments and the pitt was the first to get hit.

This meant that everyone was on their A-game and working ten times harder to not be part of the cut.

You were one of the people who was working their ass off to not be cut. This meant showing up early, staying late, taking extra shifts, no sitting, and no breaks.

This posed an issue for you since you had to be a tad more vigilant with yourself and your diabetes.

Normally you would check your phone several times a day to make sure your blood sugar was in range and make sure your dexcom was letting you know if something was too high or too low.

But with the talk of cutting staff, you had neglected checking your phone so that you wouldn’t have anyone second guessing you.

—--

It’s late afternoon when it happens.

You’re at a slight jog all day moving from patient to patient, filling out chart after chart. The sweat is sticking to you and it feels like the a/c isn’t even working.

It starts when you take a short five minutes to catch your breath.

You had felt fatigued all day but it was now really starting to set in, more than usual. Your heart is also beating a bit too fast but you chalk it up to being on the move all day.

An hour later you feel the shaking begin. It’s barely noticeable to anyone else but you clock it immediately.

It’s not too bad, I’ll be fine for a bit longer.

That's the thought process you convince yourself to keep going.

You can’t afford to stop again.

You can’t get cut.

So you continue working.

Not even thirty minutes later you’re getting ready to discharge a patient when your sight gets a bit blurry.

You shake your head a bit hoping to clear things. When it doesn’t help you dismiss yourself from the room briefly.

Walking to the nurses station feels like you’re completing a race drunk.

The dizziness is getting worse and making you sluggish in movement.

“Sweetpea, you okay?”

Dana? Who’s talking to me?

Your vision still swims as you look up and see blurry figures not too far from you.

“Kid? You’re not lookin too good. What’s wrong?”

Robby?

I don’t feel good.

“Kid what’s wrong? Can you hear me?”

Yes I can hear you. I just told you I don’t feel good.

It feels like everything is in slow motion as you reach for the desk counter but you can’t feel it.

All you feel is how your world tilts.

Everything going black before you hit the floor.

—--

“Shit!” Robby hisses out before lunging towards your crumbling form.

He manages to catch your upper body before your head hits the floor.

“I need a gurney now!” he yells as he checks the pulse in your neck.

Dana falls to her knees with you and Robby.

“Sweetpea, hey! Can you hear me?”

She checks your eyes but they’re rolled to the back of your head.

“Her pulse is racing D. I don’t know what’s going on.”

A gurney is rolled over and they both get you lifted and rolled into an empty room.

“Does she have any medical issues? Did something happen recently?”

Dana looks over you checking for injuries. She lifts your left sleeve and then your right one.

“Robby, get over here!”

He rushes over and looks at what she’s found.

Your dexcom.

“She’s diabetic?” He questions in disbelief

Dana tears up as she shakes her head “I had no idea.”

“I need glucagon now!” he shouts to a resident in the room.

He then looks back to Dana “Get Park down here.”

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Brendon is finishing scrubbing out from a surgery. He’s exhausted as he dries off his hands but is pulled from his tired state from the door hitting the wall.

“Park” Garcia says as she catches her breath “get to the pitt now.”

His eyebrows furrow as he fully faces her “What’s wrong?”

“Dana called up saying your girl collapsed and to get down there quick.”

Brendon’s moving before she can even finish.

His heart races as his mind files through the possibilities at hand. He runs as fast as he can to get to you.

—--

He makes it to the pitt in record time and finds your room as its crowded by your pitt family trying to check on you.

“Park,” Robby gets his attention and he quickly pushes through everyone to get in, finding your side immediately.

He cups your face gently, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks.

“What fucking happened, Robinavitch?”

Robby turns to him “Why didn’t you or her tell us she was fucking diabetic?” he says with a clipped tone.

Brendon is taken aback by the question, anger slowly building.

“Excuse me? That’s something you guys should already know. Why would I have to tell you?” he grits out

Robby furrows his eyebrows “What? We never knew. We just found out when she collapsed from a fucking hypoglycemic episode. Her blood sugar tanked bad, Park.”

Brendon looks at Robby in shock “She didn’t tell you?”

He shakes his head.

Brendon looks at your resting form.

Why didn’t you tell them?

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Your eyes feel heavy as you try to open them.

What the hell?

Shift must’ve been crazy if I can barely wake up.

As you open your eyes and things come into focus, you’re met with the frown of an upset boyfriend and concerned faces of your friends.

Wait what?

“B-Bren?”

“Welcome back sweetpea.” Dana smiles in your direction.

You look from her, to Robby, and then to Brendon.

“What happened?”

Brendon approaches you and cups your face as he kisses your forehead.

“Your blood sugar dropped, sweetheart. Why didn’t you take something when your phone went off?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you feel around your pockets and pull out your phone.

You tap the screen and it doesn’t turn on.

Shit. 

“I never heard it go off. I guess my phone was dead. Shit, I’m sorry Bren.”

He rubs your cheek gently “It’s okay baby. You’re okay now. But do you want to tell me why your friends and coworkers had no idea you were diabetic?”

You look back over at Dana and Robby who give off worried mom and dad energy.

Tears start to fill your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper out “I just– I never wanted anyone to doubt me or my abilities if they knew or saw me handling it. Then with the budget cuts I really didn’t want anyone doubting me. I usually look at my phone to check my levels but I didn’t want to risk any bad feedback that could get me in trouble.”

Robby walks to your other side and grabs your hand.

“Kid,” he starts “no one would doubt your abilities and if they did, me and anyone who really know you would squash that immediately.”

He looks up at the ceiling and you see his eyes wet with unshed tears.

“My stomach dropped when you collapsed. I didn’t know if you were hurt or if I was watching you die.” he sniffs as he puts his hands on his hips.

“Sweet girl, your health is more important than anything. You can’t do your best if you don’t feel your best. You have to tell us when you have conditions like this.” Dana tells you

“We’re not here to judge you and we would never tell anyone but we need to know these things so we can care for you better in case things like this happen.” Tears roll down your face as you nod silently.

Brendon wipes the tears away.

“Sweetheart, as soon as your phone is charged, you’re adding me on your app to keep me notified of your levels. I can’t see you like this again. I can’t, baby.”

Your hand covers his and you kiss the side of it.

“Deal” you whisper

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[sittingsquirrels]

Vacation Overdue

Chapter 1: Park the Shark?

• Paring: Brendon Park x Reader • Chapter Summary: You plane lands and you head straight to PTMC. Brendon greets you with a smile as jaws drop nearby. • Warnings: reader drooling over ground beef? • Author's Note: Pls write comments (A/N continued at the end) Work count: 1.5k + dividers by @cafekitsune Last Part: Prologue

The plane ride wasn’t bad. You mostly read your book, or slept. There was something about flights that made you sleepy. After landing at Pittsburgh International Airport, you ordered a car to take you to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. The car ride was about 30 minutes, so Brendon should be done by the time you get there. Pulling out your phone, you went to update him on your ETA. 

Landed! Headed to the hospital now

I am so hungry, need dinner asap

You better have picked a good place that is fast, imma get hangry soon

Brenden didn’t text back immediately, he usually never did unless it was past 8 pm. He was likely still in his surgery. Since he had to scrub out and finish some paperwork after, he told you to wait for him downstairs. And he very much told you not to wait in the ER lobby, as it was “too chaotic” and “you’ll likely end up needing to be seen if you put yourself in that mess”. Which you took offense to. Like yeah you were a little clumsy but a waiting room couldn’t be so bad that it raised the possibility of you getting hurt. It was just probably loud and you knew how much Brendon valued quiet time. One time when you were around 15, he fucking shushed you in your own home. He got smacked for that. But you had learned his need for low levels of noise, and he learned your inability to control your voice volume. Lesson learned. 

Brendon had given you a pinpoint location for where to be dropped off at and where to enter the hospital through.  Being so anal organized, he also gave you specific instructions on where to wait and said he told the charge nurse in the ER department you would be coming. 

When you were dropped off, you collected your stuff and walked past some nurses and doctors taking a break outside. Walking in, you saw a large circular set of desks where a handful of people were at. Bingo. The hub. Brendon said he would meet with you here as soon as his shift ended. 

“Hey, what can I help you with?” a younger brunette asked from behind the counter. 

“Hi! I’m supposed to wait here for a friend.” You replied before quickly adding.,“He’s a doctor! Not a patient.”

“Oh, who is it? I can let them know you’re here.” she replied. 

“Brendon Park.” You stated. It looks like your words stun her as her eyebrows immediately furrow, She is taken aback and her jaw drops a little. She is trying to find what to say, but her brain cannot comprehend what you just said.  Brendon had told you that he had a reputation at the hospital, especially in the ED but you did not expect him to cause this type of reaction. You thought he was just exaggerating to look cooler. 

“Uh, I’ll let the charge nurse know.” The words tumbled out of her mouth as she cranned her neck to look for someone else. She looked around until she found an older blonde woman exiting from one of the corridors. “Dana!” she called. “Shark’s uhh- friend is here.” She didn’t sound super sure of what she was saying, the weird look she had did not help either. Shark? You thought. They really called him a shark? Brendon could be a bit snarky, but this felt different. He had a lot of explaining to do later. 

“Hi, sweetie.” The blonde greeted as she came up to you. “My name’s Dana. Dr. Park will be down as soon as he can. Just hang tight,” she smiled.

You smiled back and turned to set your bag down on the down floor, letting out a sigh. You did not pack light. 

Rolling her chair closer to where you were standing from across the desk, the brunette held her hand out. “My name’s Trinity.”

“Nice to meet you!” you shook her hand as you introduced yourself., 

“How do you know Park the Shark?” she tilted her head. 

“Oh,” you were still surprised to hear the name. “We’re old friends. We’ve actually known each other for most of our lives.” you smiled.. 

“Oh wow.” Trinity sat back, her eyebrows raising. “Has he always been such a… sourpuss?” she asked tentatively. 

“Kinda,” you laughed at her choice of words. “he can be a bit grouchy. But I would describe him more as pouty. He doesn't get what he wants, he pouts. Like he can absolutely rip someone a new one, but if it’s not something super inconvenient, he doesn’t get mad about it. More annoyed if anything.”

“That’s insane.” Her eyes went wide.

“Why? What’s he like at work?” you lean in closer. 

“There’s a reason why we call him a shark.” Trinity leans closer to you too, looking around before continuing. “He’s swift, calculated, and has a nasty bite. He won’t hesitate to put someone in their place.”

“Tell me more.” You whispered, gripping the edge of the counter as you kept inching closer, wanting to be on the secret. You were so surprised. Beatrice and Brendon told you snippets of his work personality, but what Trinity was telling made him sound like an dick.

“Everyone is scared to get in his way, doesn’t want to be chewed out by the scariest doc in the building.”

“Scariest?” you pulled back with a laugh. 

“That’s the sentiment in the ED, I don’t know how it is up there in Ortho.” she shrugs. 

“No… Brendon? He’s a goofball.” You pulled out your phone and started swiping, trying to find the picture you were thinking about. “Look.”

You turned your phone around and showed Trinity a photo of Brendon. It was him, a bit younger, with a birthday hat on and frosting across half off his face. He had his tongue out, trying to reach blue frosting on his cheek. His eyes were looking up, concentrating with his eyebrows shot furrowed. He looked like a normal person. Someone who might actually have fun. Nothing like what Trinity was used to and her jaw was dropped. 

“Oh. My. God.” She reached out for the phone, wanting to get a better look at the photo. “You have to send me this photo.” she looked up as she laughed. 

“Gladly.” you smirked, grabbing your phone back from her. 

Just as you started the process to send it to her, a very familiar voice behind you halted your actions. 

“You better not be spreading propaganda about me.” His gruff tone startling you and making you yelp. You held your phone to your chest, totally because you were spooked and not because you didn’t want Brendon to see what was on your phone. 

“Jesus Brendon, way to sneak up on a girl.” You let out a huff, putting your hair back in its place. 

“Shark.” Trinity mouthed at you, before quickly turning around to her work. You turned to face Brendon and opened your arms out for a hug. He immediately opened his arms and welcomed you in an embrace. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you gave him a tight squeeze. You honestly were using a good amount of strength, but it didn't phase him. In return, he gave you a quick squeeze back and you yelped from the surprise. It had been a long time since Brendon had seen you. He was always happy to see you, but this time you were here in his city and he was excited to say the least. 

“I cannot believe you have that photo of me.” Brendon sighed, shaking his head with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“It’s so cute!” You held your phone out for him to see it fully. “Look at what a baby you are,” You cooed, looking up to Brendon to see his reaction. Brendon just side eyed you and rolled his eyes. 

“I thought you were getting hangry, stop spreading stuff like that,” he pointed at your phone, “and let’s go get burgers.” You perked up at his last word. It was like you were a secret soldier awakened. 

“Oh burgerss," you basically droolled. “You know me so well.”

“I knew you’d want something fulfilling after the flight.” He tilted his head with a small smile. 

“Mmmm.” you hummed, unmoving as you thought of taking a big bite out of a juicy burger. While you were in your head, Brendon picked up your bag from the floor and bumped you lightly with his elbow. 

“Come on, I’m starving.”

‘Don’t have to tell me twice.” You snapped out of your meaty daze. “It was nice to meet you, Trinity!” You call back as you follow Brendon out of the door. Trinity waved back at you before murmuring, “That pic would’ve been so good to have,” to herself. She sighed, pushing her chair across the way to go talk to her colleagues about the new gossip she had. 

Walking next to Brendon, you looked up at him. “Thanks for getting my bag, Park the Shark.” you teased with a smile and an eyebrow wiggle. 

“So you’ve heard.” He let out a laugh. 

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” you said pointedly. 

“Over dinner.” He shook his head with a small smile. He didn’t talk about 

“You’ve got a deal,” you smiled, “I cannot focus with my stomach growling.”

“I also can’t think with your stomach growlin’.” 

You lightly slapped him on the shoulder in a fake offense, rolling your eyes.

A/N continued: hey!!! I hope you liked it. i'm focusing on building their relationship but i have no clue if it's working. Please let me know what you think! Is the top set up well? (and should do an extra chapter about the er seeing brendon smile) Thanks!!

xo Em

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[lostalioth]

Consider: terrible-at-being-a-sugar-baby reader. She gets that he’s supposed to buy her stuff, and she lets him! It’s just that the stuff she wants is mostly snacks and experiences. A new bakery opened downtown and she HAS to try half the case. Doesn’t she deserve an $18 cold pressed juice? She has to go to the aquarium with him - they serve cocktails now and she wants to get day drunk with him and look at jellyfish.

A purse? A dress? Ok, if he wants, but can they go to that new sushi spot after and order irresponsibly?

Your choice of Daddy.

✶ match box 14 — 3k follower event.ᐟ

✦. ─ cw: andrew 'pope' cody x 'sugar baby' fem!reader, 1.3k wc, fluff, pope being down bad, not proofread.

→ a/n: no idea if you meant this as a regular request or a event one but here it is!

Pope had more money from jobs than he knew what to do with. 

He didn't blow it on drugs like Craig, he didn't care to open his own business like Deran and hell who knows what Baz spends his cuts on cause it sure as hell was never Lena. Pope is the one who would buy Lena anything her little heart wanted and well there was nothing material anyway that he really desired so he was still stuck with money just sitting around.

He had heard about sugar baby's before when he was locked up and while he didn't exactly like the idea of being a "Sugar Daddy" — cause it felt like a term more meant for creepy old men who want a younger girlfriend and paying them is the only way they can get one. He figured it never hurt to at least look for one, find someone who would use the money instead of it just collecting dust in a bank or a safe.

He's a little picky as he looks through this slightly sketchy site about women in search of sugar daddy's. They're just about all offering their sexual services in turn for money, and none of that appeals to him. That feels too close to prostitution anyway and he's not looking for that part of the arrangement. Just as he is about to X out of the site and give up his eyes catch on you.

He's recognizes you, he's seen you around at Deran's bar and found himself quite attracted to you but when his younger brother caught him staring one too many times he got kicked to the back office so that he'd "Stop scaring the customers". He figured you were out of his league anyway with how damn gorgeous you were and those should be reasons enough for him not to click…his cursor moves anyway. 

His breath hitches a second at the pictures you chose to display on the site, he's never seen you very dressed up. The few times he has seen you around you are more casual clothes, in the profile pictures you chose you are in figure hugging dresses and little skirts that make Pope's face a little flush now. It says in the bio you made the profile as a joke while drunk at a party with friends but decided to keep it up for the fun of it, he can't help the small jealously he feels over other men sending you money. However seeing as it was only created 2 days ago he hopes no one has, cause he thinks he's officially found his sugar baby. 

It's a little easier than he thought to actually get the courage to speak to you, he messaged you on the site and the two of set up a coffee meeting. Maybe you don't recognize his last name when he tells you cause you don't react but you agree to be his sugar baby. He's grateful you don't exactly ask where he gets all the money he spends on you comes from, since when he's not working a job he is with you. 

The part he doesn't expect though is that you don't seem to ask for the typical things he thought sugar babies asked for. He more than willing to spend hundreds to thousands of dollars on new purses, new shoes, makeup, new clothes for you. And I mean he does buy you those things on his own when your eye catches on something in the window as you two walk down the strip of stores, handing it to you with an faint smile. You accept it graciously with a "Thank you Pope i love it" and a kiss to his cheek that has him stuttering for a second as he whispers "You're welcome…" waiting on his heart to cool it with the thumping in his chest. But the stuff you actually ask him for are a bit more odd? The two of you end up going on more or less little dates instead of shopping sprees.

"Pope I wanna try out this new bakery" and he's already buckling you into the passenger seat of his truck and headed there. When he wipes frosting off the corner of your mouth with his thumb and you smile at him all dopey high on all the sugar you've consumed he knows he's gone.

"There's this new exhibit at the aquarium and they have themed cocktails after 5 can we go pleaaasee Popey?" You begged him oh so sweetly one afternoon over the phone and he's already springing up so fast from the patio table outside that Craig asked him if something bit him in the ass. Don't tell his brothers but he liked walking by your side through the rows of tanks filled with colorful fish and beautiful creatures. Drinking fruity little blue drinks with those silly shark gummies til you are a giggling mess clinging on his arm telling him how pretty he is and how grateful you are for him.

When you wanna try this ridiculously expensive healthy juice spot he takes you, even if he scrunches his nose up at all the options. When he notices you can't decide between two he tells you "We can get them both, whichever you like least I'll just drink" with a shrug, you wrap your arms around his bicep and coo a thank you at him. He pays 30 dollars for both of your drinks without blinking an eye, sitting outside at one of their tables outside as you taste test them both. 

You choose the sweet strawberry and raspberry one over the greens one and even if it's a little gross Pope drinks the latter like he said he would. When you accidentally sputter out some of the liquid, the juice coating your lips cause he made you laugh a little too hard with his facial expression as he drinks his sludge — he absentmindedly reaches over to wipe the red staining your pout. Same as at the bakery only this time you pop his thumb in your mouth to lick the sweet mess off it and Pope's eyes go a little wide as they stare at your mouth.

The two of you have only so much as held hands for a not long enough time or you will hold onto his arm, but now more than anything he desperately wants to kiss you. I mean you've given him pecks on the cheek or his nose and a few times he's let himself be indulgent and he has kissed the back of your hand. Actually kissing you, on the lips has been something he hasn't allowed himself.

His train of thought is derailed when you slip your mouth off his finger and giggle out a "What?" He shakes his head in attempt to clear it and looks down like the table and your to-go cups of juice are much more interesting and mutters out a small dismissive "Nothing" 

Bending to your every whim comes far too easily to him cause he's a little too whipped already for you, he even does things for you without you asking. Sends you money for your nails when you complain they've grown out too long and you need them redone, pays your rent for you without so much as you bringing it up, he even finds other experiences for the two of you to do together that he thinks you' ll like. 

He just has to remind himself each time to not let too much affection slip, you're his sugar baby after all not his girlfriend…and suddenly he sort of regrets this arrangement he started a bit.

→ a/n: had no idea where to take this and still wrote 1.3k words bc its pope…and yet i feel like i wrote nothing lmao idk how i feel about this but i love this idea at the same time.

[tripleabatterybuni]

[seraphk1ss]

my dumbass read a fic where jack cheats on me with samira and i lowkey wont be able to stand him for a couple days now .... why do i do this to myself

[blehbarbie]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖 ꣖POPE꣓ taking him out in public w u and letting guys talk to u while he stays back, standing in place, arms at his sides, fists twitching. hes trying to rmb what u told him, “dont frgt what we practiced! stay still, dont stare or make angry faces, just wait until i walk away, okay?” and hes nodding silently and reluctantly, trying to rmb all of the steps, disagreeing w all of them.

he frgts hes supposed to stay put the first time, goes to follow u, but u gently push his chest nd he steps over his feet in a rush to step back. “right.. i forgot, i forgot.. wont happen.. sorry..” watching u walk away w silently pleading eyes.. he rly doesn’t wanna stay :( quickly adverting his eyes when u look over and catch him staring, which u told him not to do.

when u notice him start to shake in place and his eyelids grow heavy, each guy u talking to getting a little too close to u, u quickly skip back to him, rubbing his arms to stop his shaking. hes too scared to even speak, waiting for affirmation from u, doesnt wanna accidentally mess up bc he thinks he did pretty good. and when u settle his worries, hes back to grasping and gripping at u as u guys walk, rewarding him in cheek kisses and bicep squeezes which he loves.

[llhowlett]

thinking, thinking about watching pope train in the backyard, your legs lazily swinging back and forth as you sit perched on one of the stools, watching your boyfriend land punch after punch against the bag. he looks insanely attractive; his muscles rippling with each fluid movement, the occasional grunt leaving him as his fists connect with the leather, a light sheen of sweat glistening across his freckled back. needless to say, you were very much enjoying the view.

you hop off and walk towards him.

“can you teach me?”

pope lands another punch before turning to face you, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“teach you what?” he pants out.

“how to throw a punch.”

he just looks at you, that quiet intensity he holds in his gaze melting slowly whenever it’s you he’s seeing.

“you serious?” he asks softly, to which you eagerly nod.

however you’re a little giddy as pope stands behind you, his hands on your forearms as he guides your closed fists because mind you, this is still your very attractive boyfriend teaching you something he’s more than knowledgable in. you can’t stop smiling and letting out a few giggles, just happy to be close to him. like you needed a reason to be.

“thought you wanted to learn, huh?” he whispers in your ear in that raspy voice you love so, so much.

[rr-after-dark]

anon asked for a cut scene for my ask game, so here's a cut scene from "like a moth. or a plant. or something." this might get worked into a full fic at a later date.

summary: Andrew picks you up drunk after a night out with your friends. Just some silly fluff and protective boyfriend Pope.

word count: 1.3k

not edited, not fully finished/fleshed out

“Hiiiiii Andy.”

At your cute drunken slurring, he chuckles, “Hey, pretty girl. You all still having fun?”

“I wasssss,” you pout. He can hear traffic rushing by and it prickles the hair on the back of his neck. “And then my friend twisted her ankle really yucky, so her sister had to call an ambulance, so now I’m alllllll aloooone and I miss you!”

Pope launches out of his bed, already tugging on clothes and grabbing his keys before he’s even asking, “You’re alone? What are you doing?”

“They wouldn’t let me get in the amber- the bamba- am-bu-lance. Don’t be mad at me pleeease.”

“I’m not mad,” he assures, “just let me know where you are and I’ll come pick you up.”

“Noooo you don’t h ave to do all that. I’m okay; I’ve got Uber and stuff. I just wanted to hear your voice because it’s so nice and makes me so happy.”

“I’m coming to get you,” he says, firm this time as he slinks through his house in the dark. No room for arguing. The idea of you in a car with a strange man makes him even sicker than the thought of you drunk and alone on the street. “Tell me where you are.”

“Uhhhh, we started at this bar called Sporty’s…” Your voice trails off and he can hear you thinking hard. It would be cute if anxiety weren’t making his skin crawl. He hasn’t felt this visceral, tangible need to protect someone in a decade. You go on as he slides into his truck, “Then we walked like a block or two to get to this other club and that’s when the ankle thing happened, so I guess I’m…Shoot, I can’t see any street signs and it’s so busy it’s making my head hurt.”

Andrew sighs and connects you to the truck’s Bluetooth so he can start driving. He knows where the first bar is and he’ll drive all of Oceanside in concentric circles if he has to. “Can you share your location with me, sweetheart?”

You let out a pleased giggle. “You’re so smart, Andrew.”

A second later, his phone pings that you’re now sharing your location with him. He praises, “Good girl. Now sit down and stay put, okay?”

“Ooooh, daddy Andrew tonight.”

Andrew shakes his head and sighs, rolling his shoulders. “Just be good.”

“Okay, okayyyy. Don’t hang up, though, please? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Never,” he replies, fast and certain. “You never have to be alone anymore. I’ve got you. I’m almost there.”

When he pulls up just a few minutes later, you’re sitting on the curb with the straps of your skimpy dress falling down your arms and the lower hem hiked up nearly to your panties. Andrew has a conniption. He’s not mad at you – to him, you could very literally do no wrong – but he’s absolutely fucking pissed at every single man who walks by and whistles or stares or does crude gestures. And he’s annoyed that he can’t really be mad at your friends since there was an emergency, which only makes him more annoyed.

Your gleeful squeal when you spot him getting out of his truck softens his edgy mood, at least. A little. When you fling yourself into his arms with complete trust, nuzzling his neck and kissing his face all over, he softens the rest of the way. Because you’re safe now, so nothing else matters.

“Thanks for coming to get me, Andy,” you giggle, leaning all your weight on him. “You’re such a good boyfriend.”

He slings an arm low around your waist and helps you stumble toward the car. “Am I now?”

“You’re perfect,” you stress seriously. “You always take such good care of me. I like you soooo much.”

“I like you back, killer.” Grinning, he manhandles you into the passenger seat, clicks your seatbelt, and kisses your temple. “Let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

The whole drive home, you sing along way too loud to the playlist of songs you added to Andrew’s phone in the name of educating him on pop culture. Andrew just rolls the windows down and basks in your delight. He parks on the street in front of your place, his huge black truck comically large and imposing among the tiny pastel row houses. You wait patiently for him to open your door, undo your seatbelt, and help you to your feet on the sidewalk. He even digs your keys from your purse and unlocks the front door because he can tell your fine motor skills aren’t necessarily at their best.

Once he has the door locked safely behind you, the security system he installed himself engaged, Andrew sits you down on your living room couch, gets you a glass of water, and instructs, “Drink all of that. I’m gonna get you something to eat to fight off that oncoming hangover.”

You nod obediently, so precious and wide-eyed he wants to eat you alive. After heating up some leftovers for you, Andrew perches on the couch next to you and watches you eat and drink.

“Y’know,” you must absently, still drunk but losing the sloppiness, “I think a lot of people would be freaked out by how you stare at me.” Before he can tumble into a wormhole of insecurity, though, you go on, “I like it a lot, though, because I kinda know I’m the only thing on your mind. You make me feel like I’m the center of the whole universe. That’s a good warm feeling. So I think you should stare at me whenever you want all the time.”

Andrew’s blushing hard and smiling like an idiot as he averts his eyes for the first time in twenty minutes. When you make a little whimpering sound of protest at losing his hazel gaze, he looks at you seriously and promises, “Alright, I’ll stare at you whenever I want all the time.”

You give him a happy hum. Finished eating now, you start to get down on your knees in front of him and bat your eyelashes. “I thought I might say thank you for being so chivalrous.”

Andrew shakes his head and stops your descent, keeping you on the couch next to him. He cups your cheek tenderly and says, “Thank me by getting a good night’s sleep, alright?”

Pouting out your lower lip dramatically, you press your forehead to his chest and whimper, “At least stay here with me? I don’t wanna sleep alone.”

He kisses the top of your head and replies, “If you’ll be good and actually sleep instead of trying to get in my pants.”

“But I like getting in your pants. That’s where my favorite toy lives.”

Andrew lets himself crack a smile at that. “Your favorite toy, huh?”

“Don’t teeeease me,” you whine back. When he gives you a stern gaze, trying hard to stifle his amusement, you lift up one hand, offer your most innocent eyes, and add, “Pinky swear. Just wanna be in your big big big arms.”

He links his pinky with yours and grumbles, “Good girl.”

“Don’t play dirty,” you reply, shoving a finger into his pec. Then you move to stand, get hit with vertigo, and beg pathetically,“Can you carry me, Andy? I feel like a noodle.”

Andrew rolls his eyes but secretly relishes in the request. He loves the way you so easily trust his strength. So he stands, helps you to your feet, and wraps his arms just beneath your ass, hoisting you up until you wrap your legs around his hips and arms around the back of his neck. When you nestle your face into the crook of his neck, he melts with love for you.