Brendon’s mom is sooooo protective of reader. She’s her favorite daughter in law and she has no shame in admitting that. And she won’t let anyone fuck with her. She’s never pushy about grandkids, and if anyone else asks why you and Brendon don’t have kids yet she gets sooooo mad. “You don’t ask a woman questions like that! You don’t know what they’re going through!”. No one can give her the side eye or say shit about her. Mama just tells her ALL that persons drama and dirty laundry.
Brendon Park who is the most run of the mill Italian American pain in the ass. Who is a chip off the old block outside of his remarkable intellect. Loud, sassy, and opinionated.
Brendon who loves that exact same way. Loudly, dramatically, explicitly, unabashed.
Brendon who becomes a total moron when he’s with his brothers. Completely off the rails like a kid. You have to admit it’s charmingly sweet.
Brendon who’s a total mamas boy.
Brendon who hates his father.
Brendon who’s spent damn near 30 years begging his mother to leave that fucking lush.
free use with jack abbot means he’s sliding into your cunt at 3 am, when he can’t sleep and is so hard he could cry, pressing deep deep deep while you whine and drool into your tempur pedic pillow. it means making breakfast and getting hauled onto the kitchen counter so jack can eat your cunt at a comfortable height, fingers jabbing toward the back of your throat as you gurgle and cry. it means getting shoved to your knees as jack watches a pirates game, ignoring you as he holds your head down on his cock, letting your throat work him as you gag. it means getting pulled onto his lap in the shower, bouncing your hips up and down on him while he lounges in his shower chair, barking an occasional order to “keep going” or “faster” when you start to get tired. it means tying your legs over your head, fastening them to the headboard and watching you get wetter and wetter as his cock barely grazes your folds. you cry when he comes all over your needy cunt. you cry harder when you realize you’re not coming that night.
Brendon Park + daughter! Reader. The fic where Park was a teen dad.
“This is Y/N, early 20s, female, coworker called 911 because she was in extreme abdominal pain. In Presbys catch but wanted to come here.”
All the words are kinda tunnel vision to you as the really nice paramedic, you think his name was Jason, wheels you in. Two doctors and a nurse come to your side, taking you out of the ambulances gurney and onto theirs.
One of the doctors, young and pretty pressed a stethoscope to your chest. “Hi Y/N I’m Dr Santos. Can you tell me a little bit about this belly pain?” She asked. You winced. “It’s bad. It’s in the bottom. Uh. Lower right quadrant.”
The nurse, an older blonde lady raised her eyebrows. “Lower right quadrant? You a nurse or something, honey?”
You groaned from the pain. “No my dad is- I want my dad. Can you call him?” You begged.
You watched her think for a second. “You asked to be here because your dad’s a doctor here? Who’s your dad honey I’ll get right on that.”
“Brendon Park. Ortho.” You gritted out.
You watched the two doctors exchange an expression of shock. “I’ll be right back.” The nurse promised, walking out to, hopefully, call your dad.
Dr Santos got right back to work.
“I’m gonna feel around your belly, okay? Can you tell me when the pain started?”
“Uh- about, like 2 hours ago?” You explained.
She nodded, continuing to feel around. Ask the normal questions. Pregnancy chances, medicinal history. Then she pressed down on your lower right side and you whimpered.
“Okay. I’ll be honest with you. Not the best spot, can be alot of things over there. Could be appendix, could be your ovary. Could be an intestinal block in the area. I’m gonna get you on line for a CAT scan and a sonogram of the area so we can take a look inside, alright? Until then I’m gonna have a nurse come draw some blood and we’ll go from there.” She explained.
You nodded through the pain.
She waved down a nurse walking past and in, ordering a long list of tests on blood.
And then she hesitated. “And uh. Dana’s probably trying to get a hold on your dad so we’ll send Dr Park right in when he gets here.” She promised.
You watched the nurses eyebrows climb.
You tanked her as she told you to feel free to use the call button any time, and left you with Perlah, as she introduced, to draw your blood.
You were left alone in head dizzying agony for about 3 minutes when your dad barreled past the curtain like a hurricane.
“Daddy” you whimpered, every dam breaking at the sight of your father, shrinking down into a little girl from the pain and the fear.
His face was riddled with anxiety as he rushed to your bedside, scooping you into his arms.
“I’m here peanut, daddy’s here.” He swore, pulling your torso into his arms where he sat himself behind you.
He let you cry, in pain and fear, let you cuddle and cling.
Just a little girl who needed her dad real bad.
“Ive got you. You’re safe. You’re gonna be okay princess.” He promised.
You tried to believe him.
“Tell me what’s going on” he asked, ever so softly.
“My stomach hurts. Down by my appendix” you explained. Never allowed to give your dad a lazy answer with a belly ache.
Worry flickered in his eyes. Could be a lot of things. Which he knew you knew.
“They do any tests yet?”
“Blood. I’m waiting for CT and then a sono” you explained painfully and he nodded. “I know to hurts. Save your energy. I’m gonna go break some heads-“ he began to threaten before someone knocked on the door.
Someone who looked at your dad in full shock.
“Hi I’m Anton I’m gonna take you down to your CAT scan” he introduced awkwardly.
You nodded as you tried to stand painfully.
Your dad wasn’t having it as he scooped you up.
“I got you honey. I got you. It’s okay.”
He deposited you in the waiting wheelchair carefully.
And then he fallowed you down to CT.
He was met with surprised looks at every turn, but he didn’t care. Not when his baby’s health was on the line.
He waited with crossed arms and a grumpy face in the CT booth as your test ran, wishing so deeply he could hold your hand through the shitty feeling of the contrast.
Watching your results with a keen eye.
Now he had a better Idea.
He didn’t say anything about it as they wheeled you back to your room, as he settled you back in bed.
He waited for Santos- to his dismay never the less by the way- to come in.
“Hey Y/N- oh. Hi Dr Park.” She froze at your dad’s presence.
He nodded for her to continue. She cleared her throat.
“So. Based on your CT it looks like you ruptured an ovarian cyst.” She explained.
Brendon knew that from the CT. Was deeply relieved that was all this was. A painful nuisance, but a routine surgery. And it didn’t look like any permanent damage was done to the organ itself, thank fucking god.
Which Santos explained as well.
“It does though look like it’ll need surgery to control the bleeding and repair” which Brendon had a feeling about, too. “I’m gonna put in a page to general surgery- Dr Park I assume you’d want me to name drop to put a flame under their asses.”
Brendon agreed. But shook his head.
“I already called in a favor, Emerson should be here soon”
“Chief of OBGYN Surgery Emerson” Dr Santos noted in surprise. “That would be the one. She owes me from her mom’s hip” Brendon chuckled.
“Only the best for my little girl.” Brendon insisted softly, kissing your head. “Gonna be just fine, Angel.” He swore.

Waiting for your surgery to end was torture for Brendon.
He never realized how horrible it was to be on the other side. Be the patients waiting family.
He was hell.
He was surely going to break something going crazy sitting like this. How long can it take? It’s laparoscopic.
After a while, someone sat down next to him.
In an empty fucking waiting room.
He was about to tell them off when he registered the presence handing him a large black coffee. “How you doing man?”
Robby.
“Could be fucking better” he bit. “Scared out of my fucking mind.”
Robby chuckled fondly. “Kids do that to you.”
Brendon could drink to that.
“23 years I’ve been going crazy with it. She’s all I fucking think about.” He wasn’t so much as complaining, just releasing.
Fatherhood.
“I didn’t know you had kids.” Robby offered.
“Just her.” Brendon corrected. “Just us.”
Robby nodded in understanding. No mom no siblings. Just you two.
“She’s a bit older than I’d have expected” Robby tested carefully.
“I was 17” Brendon supplied.
Robby whistled.
“Shit.”
Brendon nodded.
“Shit indeed. I fucked up. Her mom wanted nothing to do with it after she was born- can’t blame Carly she was a 16 year old girl herself- but uh, just us since day one. That’s a lie. My parents were fucking saints. Wouldn’t have gotten this far without years worth of babysitting. But she’s- she has been everything since the day I met her.” Brendon summarized.
“Fatherhood fulfills me in a way I never could have expected.” Brendon explained. Unprompted. “I’m okay being single. I never needed bars or parties in college. I got out of class and just wanted to go home and play with my daughter.” Brendon admitted.
He couldn’t remember what it had been like to not be a dad at this point. He was fucking 17, he was a kid himself when he had you. He’d been a dad now longer than he hadn’t been. It was the only adulthood he knew, being your dad. It’s always been him and you. He didn’t need anything else. Just his daughter. You were a product of a massive fuck up. And you were the best thing that ever happened to him.
He was shockingly tender when it came to the little girl no one knew he had.
College had been unique for him.
That last year and change of highschool was actually easier.
His mom, a retired nursery school teacher now, was saintly levels of helpful. Took you to work with her, and you fit right in. You were always such a grandmas girl, Brendon remembered fondly. Always picking flowers to bring home when you lived with his parents. Still saw her almost daily, spoke to her daily for sure.
When he went to college- commuting from home and working at his dad’s store part time- you were toddling around. Sometimes it was easier to just bring you to class. Started explaining his classes to you in ways your little mind understood. His young father soft side was endlessly charming to professors, and probably got him far. Fuck, it sure as hell got him scholarships.
And then med school.
Oh, fuck. Med school was tough.
But he knew, he knew you deserved a good life- a great life. He wanted to give you that. Even if it was gonna come a little late. By the time you were in higschool he’d be able to take you on fancy vacations and by the grace of god put you through college.
So he busted his ass. Studied hard. Became the best. Made him self stand out.
Kept his cards close to his chest. And that meant you. No one got to- needed to- know about the best part of his life. They could only use it against him.
So for your first few years of elementary school he proved though med school, and worked like a dog to make sure he could get a residency in Pittsburgh so you wouldn’t have to leave his family.
And by the time you were in middle school, he bought his own damn house.
You were just a baby. You didn’t really get it. Why it was so important. So huge. But it meant the world to him. An R3 buying a nice house for his daughter to call home.
And by your first year of highschool he was an attending. He made it. He was stable. He was set. You were set.
And you could go to college anywhere you wanted.
And of corse you fucking stayed at home anyway.
Kids.
Robby chuckled at the sentiment.
“She sounds like a great kid.”
Brendon nodded. “I don’t deserve her. No one deserves her. She’s the best kid anyone could ask for. She’s everything, man. Everything.” Brendon admitted.
Voice right and tears in his eyes.
“Nothing like this has ever happened to her before. No stitches. Never broke a bone. No allergic reactions. She’s just coasted and-“
He choked. “I’ve never had to worry about her before. Not more than waiting up for her to get home from a party or a concert or- I’ve never been scared for her.” Brendon explained, breathing heavy.
“Hey- hey.” Robby whispered. “Hey. She’s gonna be fine and you know that. This is nothing. She’s be fine.” Robby swore.
Brendon nodded wetly.
He felt Robby’s hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, I’m gonna stay here with you, okay? You’re not in this alone man.”
Thinking about Shawn saying Abbot is out of shape...
Maybe Jack and Dennis coincidentally go to the same gym and Jack notices how much buffer the younger man has gotten.
"You sure have filled out these past few months, Dr. Santos must be feeding you right." He chuckles, his eyes examining the lines of muscle on Dennis´ arms.
Dennis blushes furiously and stutters his way through a thank you.
"Y´know I remember being all cut like that when I was younger" Jack continues, not without a bit of wistfulness, "It just gets harder to maintain when age catches up to you"
Dennis splutters, eyes wide and disbelieving. "I´m sorry Dr. Abbot but what the hell are you talking about?" He might´ve not been around for the time the veteran had been shirtless in the middle of the ED (much to his chagrin) but he´s heard Trinity talk to Samira about it and he´s seen the way the man´s thick arms and chest stretch out his tight T-shirts and scrubs.
"You don´t have to flatter me, Boy. I´m barely even your boss and even then-"
"I´m not flattering you, Sir" Dennis snaps back, not without a bit of irritation at how being called boy makes him feel.
"So you wouldn´t call this being out of shape?" Jack asks and takes off his shirt.
He goes out one night with his old frat bros when one of them order him a hurricane shot, he doesn’t realize what’s happening until his friends lead him to the pretty girl sitting on the bar top. At first he just thinks she’s cute. The way she’s absentmindedly looking around, swinging her feet. He’s thinking about asking for her number as he walks up, he sees her eyes light up. “Are you the lucky guy?” She asks cheekily, nodding he stops just before her knees.
She sits up straighter and hands him his shot, water already in hand “Ready?” Shes asks. He smirks thinking. what can this sweet thing really do. “Give it your best shot, doll.” He says confidently. Just as he swallows the alcohol he feels the cold water and one HELL of a slap. He opens his eyes with the biggest grin, looking at her like he just found the one. And he’s trying to hide the fact he just got a semi
He watches as the night goes on and realizes she’s less of a good sweet girl and more of a wild coyote. dancing on the bar, giving more guys hurricane shots and his favorite, she damn near knocked a guy out for grabbing her ass. The longer he watches the more he’s wonders how long it’d take to convince her to elope with him.
during the beginning of their relationship Robby made it very clear he wanted to keep whatever they had going on a secret. Denis understood, obviously. With Robby being his superior and with how quickly gossip get around the pitt, it could've easliy turned into a HR nightmare. So keeping it secret was the best option.
blah blah blah Dennis wants to take pictures of Robby but is to scared because its a secret.
blah blah blah Dennis takes pictures of robby in secret and post them on his priv twitter
brendon park obviously being a traditional man and most of his douche coworkers think that means he is an alpha-type-asshole who runs his house with an iron fist but brendon park grew up in a traditionally matriarchal household where his grandmother and mother had the final word about everything
"you let hour wife handle all your finances?!"
".... yeah she's my wife (???)"
And he gets so confused like wym your wives ask YOU for money that is so disrespectful to your wife and the mother of your children and the light of your house. who is raising these kids nowadays
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