The silence in Orto’s break room was absolute, broken only by the ticking of the analog clock on the wall and the rain pounding against the PTMC’s windows. Brendon was sitting on one of the worn bunk beds, still wearing his surgical scrubs, his head tilted back. He was still wearing his shark surgical cap and kept his eyes closed, exhausted from an operation that was supposed to last only eight hours but ended up lasting twelve.
“Bren…” you whispered, approaching with two coffees in hand.
He didn’t open his eyes, but an almost imperceptible smile curved the corners of his lips. He knew it was you from the sound of your footsteps and the scent of your citrus perfume—the one he made sure to buy for you whenever he saw it running low because he knew you loved it.
“If you’re here to tell me one of the residents did something stupid again, save it,” he growled in his usual hoarse voice, though this time without his characteristic venom.
“No, I brought you coffee. And it’s not from the hospital; it’s from that ridiculously expensive place you love so much. Plus my delightful company."
That made him open one eye, looking at you with that intense blue gaze that used to intimidate everyone in that damn hospital, but that always softened when he was with you. He shifted just enough to make room for you beside him on the bunk. As you sat down, Brendon didn’t say a word, but he let his head fall onto your shoulder, breathing in your scent and finally allowing himself to let his guard down.
“You smell like antiseptic, citrus, and coffee… it’s like smelling home,” he murmured against your neck, closing his eyes again.
You let out a little laugh, feeling the warmth of his breath. It was strange to see “The Shark” so docile; except to you, since you saw him like that every night when you came home.
“Well, that home almost ended up as a patient in the ER an hour ago,” you said softly, running your fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. “You won’t believe what happened to me. It was the stupidest thing ever: I was pushed by a naked guy—completely and utterly naked. He showed up with a dislocated arm from a sex game that went wrong, insisting he could pop it back in himself. I tried to tell him that was a bad idea, and what happened? He ignored me.”
Brendon, who had just taken a sip of his coffee, stopped short. His eyes widened, and he pulled away from your shoulder to look at you with a mixture of disbelief and protective fury.
“He shoved you?” His voice dropped an octave, turning dangerous. “A naked guy laid his hands on you? Where was Robinavitch? Yelling at someone again?”
“Brendon, I’m fine,” you tried to calm him down. “Robby was busy with a serious trauma case. I was just supposed to get the patient settled and wait for a resident, but the guy was in the middle of a pain attack and… well, he wasn’t wearing much. The thing is, before I could stop him, the idiot tried to brace himself against the wall. The scream could be heard all the way over in Pediatrics. I went over to force him back onto the stretcher, and he shoved me; I fell flat on my ass.”
Park set the coffee down on the table with calculated slowness. He sat up just enough to face you, and though he didn’t shout, the aura he gave off was far more terrifying than any of Robby’s tantrums.
“He threw you to the ground?” he repeated, and this time his voice was pure ice. His hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly but without hurting you, inspecting you as if searching for some invisible injury. “I don’t care about his pain, or his arm, or his stupid sex game,” he muttered, closing the distance until their foreheads touched. “In this fucking hospital, you’re the only person I care about. If Robinavitch can’t control his own ward while I’m in surgery, we have a serious problem. You’re my wife, Doll. Any patient laying a hand on you makes my blood boil.”
He stood up with a sudden movement. The weariness had vanished from his eyes, replaced by that shark-like gaze of one who has detected blood in the water.
“Where are you going?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.
“To make sure the ER staff understands that I’m not going to put up with this ever again. And then, I’m going to have a very serious talk with Robby about his crappy safety protocols.”
He paused in the doorway, giving you one last look.
“Stay here and finish your coffee. When I get back, I want to check for myself that you don’t have any bruises. And that’s not a suggestion—it’s a direct order from your husband.”
“Bren, for God’s sake, it was just a shove. It’s not like they took me to the gallows,” you burst out laughing at his overprotectiveness. “You hit my butt harder during sex.”
Brendon froze with his hand on the doorknob. The silence that followed was thick. Slowly, he turned his head, and his expression transformed into something far more sinful. A half-smile appeared on his lips.
“That’s very different, Doll,” he replied in a hoarse voice, striding back toward you. “What I do to you is with your consent and because I know exactly how much you can take. But some stranger laying his hands on you out of stupidity… I can’t stand that.”
He leaned over you, pinning you against the mattress and invading your personal space.
“Besides,” he added in a whisper against your lips, “if you’re going to compare my hits to those of a patient… well, I’m going to have to remind you tonight why I’m your husband and why my hands are the only ones that can leave marks on you.”
He gave you a quick, possessive, hungry kiss before sitting up and winking at you.
“Finish your coffee. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take you home and show you who you belong to.”
He left the room, leaving the air thick with promise. You knew Robby was in for a rough end to his shift, but you were definitely in for an unforgettable night.
pairing: Max Hatter x Rapunzel&Eugene's daughter!reader
summary: After you and Max officially started dating, you decided to gather all of the important people in your life to share that.
warnings: fluff, maybe a little angst (?), use of Y/N, slight swearing, kissing, confessing, scared of losing important people, nervousness, comfort
part: one, two
a/n: Before this starts; Thank you all for leaving so much positive feedback on part one! I love and appreciate y'all so much!! By popular demand and this very particular request (see below), I wrote part two with my own little twist! I originally meant for this story to be a one shot, but I see and hear y'all! But I'm not sure if I'll write another part here. I will definitely write other fics for Max soon! Whoever send this: Thank you so much! I loved the idea! And I hope you enjoy!! <3
Just after you and Max decided to make things official you agreed to gather all your friends and family to tell them.
You concluded it would be easier that way. Meeting all the important people in the garden of Auradon prep to let them know.
"I think we should tell them all at once. It's easier that way," you explained when you met each other in the broom closet again the next day.
"I don't know, Y/N. That's a lot of attention at once," he reasoned nervously.
You knew usually he loved attention, but this was way more serious. Way too important for him.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll go well," you explained brushing his shoulder in a calming matter.
He sighed with a shrug, "I'm not sure. You know what Hazel and the other VKs think about HKs."
You exhaled too. He was right. They especially had something against princesses. Saying you were spoiled. But you were anything but. Your parents might be royalty, but neither of them grew up with it. So you didn't grew up like a classic 'spoiled' princess.
"I know. But they're your friends. I'm sure they just want what's best for you."
Max couldn't help but nod. They might be tough shells to crack but deep down they do care.
So it was settled.
You both parted ways again, after a quick kiss, to notify all the important people in your life to meet in the Auradon garden the next day.
Saturday. The big day. Somehow you were the nervous one now, and just all up in your head. Even though you were the one who kept reassuring Max that everything will be alright.
You and Max were the first to be at the meeting point.
"You think they will all be here on time?", you asked as you kept fidgeting with the little charm on your necklace. It had the signature sun symbol of your mother on it.
"Yes. My friends will be on time. I made sure of it."
You finally exhaled. Because you knew that your friends and parents were always on time.
Since you were still fidgeting with the charm, Max reached up to take your hand and intertwine your fingers with his.
"We're gonna be okay, yeah?", he reassured you.
Sighing, you gave him a nod, "Yeah. Thanks."
He just smiled and guided your hand up, to give it a soft kiss.
Carefully letting go of your hand you two heard voices from a distance.
"What are you guys doing here?", it was Red who talked first.
"I could ask you the same, princess. Max called us," now it was Hazel who replied.
Curiously they walked faster to see you and Max standing awfully close next to each other.
So it begins, you thought.
"What is this?", Red asked with a stinky eye, pointing between the two of you. She get's overly protective sometimes. But so does Hazel.
"Why are we all here?", Hazel added.
"We-," you wanted to start but then you saw your parents approach.
Everything started to hit Max now. The Queen and King from Corona. Right.
Looking at Max with a soft smile and then back to your parents, you started to run off towards them. Hugging your mother first and then, just as tight, you father next.
"What the-", Hazel started.
"-hex," Felix finished her thought.
"The Queen and King of Corona?," Luis thought out loud.
"Y/N's parents," Pink added happily but quieter. She always wanted to meet them. Even though this might be a strange setting for such. She mostly didn't care anyway.
After you happily greeted your parents, Eugene was the first to ask questions.
"Sundrop, why have you called us all the way?"
You nervously chuckled as you walked ahead of them. "There is something important I have to share."
Rapunzel and Eugene looked at each other with knowing eyes.
You wrote to your parents almost every day. Keeping them updated about your life at Auradon prep.
Sharing stuff you learned or people you'd get to know. You told them how you wanted to get close to some VKs, even mentioning the ones that were gathered here, but you never dared to do the move.
Now seeing them, and your friends you already talked about, standing a bit far from one particular VK boy. They were suspicious.
As you approached the others everyone looked at your parents starstruck. Sure, they were royalty, but now they were just your parents.
"Chloe, how you have grown. I have last seen you when you were a baby and your brother, Chad, a wild toddler," Rapunzel said with a giggle of the memories as she stood in front of her and caressed her hair.
Chloe smiled a little nervously because she had no memory as such.
"You were probably too young to remember," Eugene added.
"I was," Chloe agreed to his theory.
"Too bad. Still, tell your mother I said hi. We really should catch up again," Rapunzel said a little sentimental as she thought about the days where all the princesses, who are now all most likely Queens, hung out together.
"I will definetly let her know," Chloe agreed with a nod.
"Thank you, sweetheart," Rapunzel added before walking around the rest of the group.
"Guys, stop staring," you finally snapped and all the attention went to you, now standing next to Max.
Your parents stood next to you, close to the HKs, looking at you a little worried.
With a sigh you tried again, "So... the reason why you all are here."
It was almost like you had to ask yourself again too. Looking at everyone who is important to you and then to everyone that's important to Max, to eventually him, made this all too real.
Max gave you a warm and reassuring nod as you looked at him, as if to say "you got this."
Swallowing you gave him a nod back and looked around, not knowing who to look at directly.
"Max and I- we are dating," you eventually said and happily sighed, as it finally got out.
Everyone froze. But Max just softly reached for your hand and looked at you warmly.
"Yeah. We're a couple," he added carefully but happy.
"Y-you can't be serious," Hazel blurred out.
Felix just hit hear shoulder and she just looked at him with this mean, typical Hook, stare.
"What?! I'm sorry but there is just no way her parents will approve," she added to her thought.
Suddenly there was this eerie feeling in the air.
Red shifted, it felt like she almost wanted to agree with her.
"Max. We are VKs. You know what that means and what the worlds thinks about us," Hazel reasoned as she stepped forward.
Max sighed. He feared something like this would come up.
"But that's not who we are. It's who our parents are!," he perfectly reasoned.
You felt his anger and how worked up he got about it, so you just gently squeezed his hand. He appreciated the comfort, you always knew what he needed.
Sighing softly the tried again, "I know what people think of us. But we have to show them that we are different. If we just gonna give up and do nothing... what's the point?"
Hazel swallowed at his words. It seemed like he hit a nerve there. But he was right. She knew it. The other VKs knew it. And so did the HKs.
"But- the Queen and King," Hazel still kinda wanted to be right about something.
Max just then realized you both haven't payed attention to them.
Simultaneously you all looked over to the Queen and King of Corona.
With pleasant surprise you saw a single tear fall down your mothers cheek and your father being awfully close to do the same.
"Our daughter is growing up so fast, sunshine," Eugene said to Rapunzel as he squeezed her hand, which he was holding while their arms were hooked.
They both turned to you and got a step closer.
"I'm so proud of you, Y/N," Rapunzel said to you as she caressed your cheek.
Now turning her head to face Max, she smiled, "Welcome to the family, Max."
And without warning she let go of you and Eugene and pulled Max into a hug.
For a moment Max was stunned. He almost forgot there were parents out there who actually cared, unlike his. Carefully he hugged her back and sniffled, trying to stay composed, "Thank you."
You were so happy at the sight that you just joined in, hugging both, your mother and boyfriend.
Eugene couldn't help but do it too, "Family hug."
You giggled as you all eventually let go, "Thank you, mom. And dad."
Both had to laugh and waved their hands dissmisevely.
"Thank you for sharing, sundrop," your father thanked.
The sudden quiet from Hazel's side was a little unusual.
Your friends however decided to chime in first.
"Congratualtions you two!", Pink said happily as she clapped, "I knew there was something up between you two."
Her tone was playful but as she nudged Red and Red just rolled her eyes, you couldn't help but feel a little truth behind it.
Red finally uncrossed her arms and seemed happy about it, "Seems like I misjudged.. I'm happy for you two."
"Yeah. Thank you for telling us," Chloe said softly with a pleasant smile. "I'm also very happy for you two."
"Oh, me too. I am thrilled, actually," Luis said with a happy chuckle.
"Same here. Congratulations," Robbie added with a thumbs up.
"Thank you guys," you said happily as you looked around your friends and then back to Max.
"Thank you for giving me a chance," Max added.
"Everyone deserves it," Luis just simply replied, with a bro like nod towards him.
It was easy to tell that Max appreciated it more than he'd like to admit.
Hazel and the others watched. Quietly first, but it got interrupted with a deep sigh of her, gabbing everyone's attention.
"I hate to admit it but... I guess, I was wrong," she looked at you and then Max before quickly mumbling, "Iamsorry."
Max eyes widened. An apology! From Hazel? That was rare.
But he somehow felt a little bold with all this new gathered confidence from now.
Raising one eyebrow he leaned a little forward, "Sorry, what did you say?"
She groaned as she crossed her arms, "Gosh, I'm sorry, okay?"
He scoffed as he stood straight again, "Alright, got it. Thank you."
Hazel couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully, nudging his shoulder as they fall back into their casual banter.
"You two actually look cute together so. Congrats," Hazel said now way more relaxed knowing everyone was fine.
"Thanks," Max mumbled warmly as she gave her an approving nod.
Felix finally stepped out of Hazel's shadow and couldn't help himself but flicker a tarot card towards the both of you. The card hanging mid air, in from of your two faces.
"The lovers. That's you two. I felt it in my bones all along! Congratulations," he commented happily as the card suddenly vanished.
The smile on your face was unbeatable, Max noticed.
"Thank you, bro," Max said as he patted Felix's shoulder.
Felix just waved his hand dismissively and before he could say anything, the Smee's jumped up from each shoulder of him.
"We're so happy too," Squeaky jumped.
"Totally, joyous," Squirmy added.
"Congratulations you two," they both said in unison.
You couldn't help but laugh at their theatrics. On top of that Felix shoved them both off, with pushing their faces away. His hands flat into their faces. Max couldn't help but scoff too.
After all of them congratulated you, realization hit. Turning to Max, you chuckled, your face falling flat to his chest.
"We did it," you mumbled with a breathless chuckle.
"We did," he mumbled back into your hair now and gave you a little kiss.
"Gosh, I was so scared, actually," you confessed as you looked back up to him.
Max chuckled softly as he reached up to wipe a single tear off your cheek.
He knew. Yesterday you acted all tough and were the one to soothe his worries. Deep down you were the one with worries all along.
"You did great! Thank you for trusting and telling us. All of us," Pink happily announced like she suddenly was speaking for the group. But right now? She might have been.
Everyone agreed and mumbled something.
Out of nowhere neighing was heard from afar. You immediately knew it was Maximus, probably calling for your parents.
Your father confirmed your theory with a scoff, "Well that's our ride calling. We better go, sunshine."
Rapunzel agreed and nodded with a sigh, "You're probably right, honey."
Turning to the group she looked at all of the kids there.
"I couldn't have hoped for a better group of friends to love and take care of my daughter. Thank you, for being the way you are kids," looking over to the VKs she added, "All of you. I'm proud of you. Don't forget to be your true selves, okay?"
The true words of your mother seemed to have touch all of you. Because even the very tough Hazel sniffled.
"Thank you, Que-", Hazel started but your mother stopped her.
"It's just Rapunzel."
Hazel nodded in understanding, "Right. Thank you, Rapunzel."
Everyone chimed in with the thanking before your mother turned to you and Max again. Squeezing both of your cheeks simultaneously she hummed.
"You two cuties take good care of each other. I know both of you are strong souls individually, but together you are stronger. Use that. For good."
Finally she let go of you too and went in for a soft hug. Hugging you two at the same time.
"You know I did," your dad couldn't help but add, making your mother let go of you two again.
"Eugene!", you mother exclaimed as she hit hits shoulder.
"It's true," he added rubbing his shoulder, "I did turn good."
You and Max scoffed at your parents banter.
Max couldn't help but wonder if you two would end up like them eventually. Happy. Never loosing this banter. Married.
"Well.. we gotta go. Have a wonderful day," Rapunzel said as she softly kissed your forehead followed with a tight hug.
After she let go it was Eugene's turn, hug first, then forehead kiss, "And I only wanna take Maximus on another long stride when it's time for Family Day, you hear me?"
He was playful. Always was. You knew he loved going on a ride. But you complied. Putting one hand up and the other on your heart as a promising salute.
"I promise, no more urgent visits."
Eugene smirked, patting your shoulder, "That's my daughter."
You rolled your eyes playfully as you dropped it.
Another neigh could be heard from the distance, now a little closer.
"He's getting impatient. We 'outta go. See ya, sundrop. Max," Eugene unexpectedly turned to Max.
Max swallowed as he stared at your father.
"You take care. And welcome to the family, from me too. From one ex-thief to another," Eugene said as he pointed at himself and then him. "You're gonna do good," he added knowingly with a typical wink of his.
Eugene's hand rested on his shoulder and he gave him a soft squeeze.
Max nodded with consent, "Thank you, sir."
"Eugene," he corrected him.
"Right. Sorry. Eugene."
With a nod, the Queen and King of Corona backed up and said their goodbye's to everyone. Right after, they went back to Maximus and made their way back home.
It felt like just then you were finally able to breathe out. You were still starring into the direction to where your parents just left.
"Y/N. You're fine," Red approached you and got your attention, "I'm sorry you worried so much about today. I know I'm a big part of that so.. I'm really sorry."
You smiled faintly as you got over to hug her, "It's okay. Thank you."
"Group hug!" Pink suddenly yelped as she went in to hug you too.
All of the HKs followed, Luis being the last, nudging Max over. He approached carefully hugging everyone. Doing the same head movement, he tried to lure Hazel and the others in.
The Smee's jumped easily to the hug and Felix pulled Hazel with him.
You couldn't believe the amount of luck you had.
After the hug all of your friends started to mingle along each other.
"You did amazing," Max finally turned to you as everyone else was busy telling jokes and other stories.
"No, you did," you tried to reason.
"I'm so relieved your parents accepted me how they did. It really made me feel like I'd belong... like I was wanted," Max said. The hurt in his voice was inevitable. He talked about his father a few times before. What he did and how Max was treated. So you know how important this was for him.
"Because you are. You are so loved. By your friends. By me. And now my parents too. My friends will come along eventually as well. Some of them already have. But you don't have to worry now," you said as you hugged him from the side and went a little on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
He exhaled in relaxation and turned his head to look at you after the kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you. For everything. I promise, I will never let you down."
"I know," you said with a playful nudge to his shoulder.
He just rolled his eyes to which he turns to grab your face and slam his lips on yours. Not caring a single bit about the fact that the others started cheering or making throw up noises.
After today everything changed for the better and you couldn't be more glad about that.
a/n: again thank you all for the love and support! I hope y'all like this as much as the first part! I'm open for any other requests! also let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist! could be general one or specific (just let me know!)
taglist (from comment section of pt.1): @thepixiechicks @kayylovesfanfics @primadonnabish @blossom-axolotl
My art teacher has previous student projects up all over the room and I just realized that there's fully a portrait of Brendon right above one of THE FUCKIGN POPE and iM CRYING
The conversation around Brendon Urie has become one of the clearest examples of how internet culture often struggles with nuance, growth, and the complicated reality of fame.
Over the years, Brendon has gone from being the frontman of a relatively niche alternative band to becoming a mainstream celebrity whose music reached massive audiences. And somewhere along the way, the narrative around him shifted from admiration to relentless scrutiny. While criticism of public figures is inevitable, much of the hatred directed toward him feels less rooted in reality and more rooted in resentment toward his success, visibility, and evolution as an artist.
When Panic! at the Disco first emerged in the mid-2000s, they were embraced as outsiders within the alternative scene. Fans connected to the theatrical music, the dramatic lyrics, and the sense that the band existed outside the mainstream.
But as the years passed, the sound evolved. Songs became bigger, more polished, and more commercially successful. Albums produced chart-topping hits, arena tours sold out, and Brendon became the face of the project. Ironically, the very success many artists dream of became one of the reasons some people turned against him.
There is a pattern in music culture where artists are celebrated while they are considered “underrated," but the moment they achieve widespread popularity, they are accused of selling out or losing authenticity.
Brendon became an easy target for this mentality. To some fans, mainstream success somehow invalidated the emotional connection they once felt with the music. Instead of accepting that an artist can grow and still remain genuine, critics reframed his popularity as evidence that he had become manufactured or insincere.
Yet there is little evidence that Brendon abandoned creativity or passion. If anything, his performances consistently showed intense dedication, vocal talent, and a genuine love for entertaining people.
Another reason the hate surrounding Brendon feels exaggerated is the internet's tendency to flatten people into either heroes or villains. Online discourse rarely leaves room for complexity. Mistakes are treated as permanent definitions of character rather than moments within a larger life story. Brendon has openly apologized for past behavior and comments that offended people, and by many accounts, he changed long before the internet decided to continually revisit those moments.
However, in online culture, apologies are often treated as meaningless regardless of sincerity. For some people, the goal is no longer accountability or growth; it is permanent punishment.
This creates an impossible standard.
Society often claims to value education, personal development, and becoming better over time, yet when someone actually demonstrates change, many refuse to acknowledge it. Instead years-old controversies are recycled repeatedly as though they happened yesterday. The cycle becomes less about justice and more about maintaining outrage.
In Brendon's case, every discussion seems to return to the same handful of moments, stripped of context and repeated endlessly across social media. The result is a distorted public image that ignores years of positive actions, charitable work, advocacy, and the countless people who describe him as kind and supportive behind the scenes.
There is also an uncomfortable reality about fame that people rarely admit: audiences often resent individuals who appear too successful, too talented, or too visible for too long.
Brendon's vocal ability, stage presence, and crossover appeal made him stand out even outside alternative music spaces. He became recognizable beyond the fandom. And with visibility comes backlash. The internet frequently builds people up only to tear them down once they become too prominent.
This pattern can be seen across music, film, sports, and virtually every area of entertainment. Popularity creates overexposure, and overexposure creates a culture where criticism becomes trendy.
What makes the situation especially frustrating for many fans is that the hatred often ignores the positive impact Brendon had on people. His music helped listeners through grief, loneliness, anxiety, and personal struggles.
His openness about self-expression encouraged fans who felt different or out of place. He used his platform to advocate for causes he believed in and donated to organizations supporting marginalized communities.
None of this means he should be viewed as flawless, but it does mean that conversation should be balanced. Reducing a person entirely to their worst moments while erasing everything else is not accountability; it is dehumanization.
The larger issue revealed through the treatment of Brendon Urie is how modern internet culture encourages outrage over understanding.
Algorithms reward conflict, negativity spreads faster than nuance, and people often gain social approval by publicly condemning others. In this environment, complexity disappears. A person is either completely good or completely irredeemable.
But real human beings do not fit into those categories. They evolve, learn, fail, improve, and contradict themselves.
Expecting perfection from artists while denying them the ability to grow creates a culture that is both unrealistic and deeply cynical.
Ultimately, it is completely valid for individuals to dislike Brendon Urie or disconnect from his music if they choose. No artist is universally loved, and criticism is part of being a public figure.
However, the level of hostility directed toward him often feels disproportionate to reality, fueled less by genuine concern and more by internet dogpiling, resentment of mainstream success, and the refusal to let people move forward from past mistakes.
The conversation surrounding Brendon says as much about modern fandom culture as it does about him. It reflects a world where success can breed resentment, nuance is often abandoned, and outrage is sometimes valued more than growth.
At the end of the day, Brendon Urie is not a flawless symbol or a villainous caricature. He is an artist who became extraordinarily successful, made mistakes, apologized, evolved, and continued creating music that meant something to millions of people.
The inability of many online spaces to hold all of those truths at once may be the biggest misunderstanding of all.
I feel like the last picture fits a whole vibe for this era, so I'll post that. but I'm deleting hundreds of pictures of Ryan's & Brendon's butts. I mean, yeah fans put in the effort to share those in their mix of pics from shows and I want to document the fandom too here. I'll just drop one here to show what I mean and then delete the rest I guess (because it feels weird to post those unless there's another point to the pic).
