something about shark only dealing w clean cuts that lead me to thinking about him liking the cute new nurse in braids, he’s in disbelief over himself staring at her gentle smile & big reassuring eyes pointed towards the nervous patient with a broken bone protruding from the thin layer of his skin & wondering what it would feel like if it was pointed towards him instead. he was in even bigger disbelief the more it kept happening.
like a tick in his brain that dug its chelicerae deeper & deeper into the muscle, making him wonder more & more, what it would feel like to be in the receiving end of that toothy grin or soothing smile, to be seen with those kind eyes.
it was a nuisance.
gaze sweeping across the patient’s room, hoping for her, a harsh exhale of breath when she’s not there, a slight curl of the lip when she is, before finally landing on the patient.
it was a distraction.
shark wouldn’t deign to call it a crush. he’d rather chalk it up to the hours spent cutting open flesh, blood warming up his steady hands, fixing bones & tendons, then sewing it all back up finally eating away at his mind.
because a crush on a bright-eyed, yet to be crumbled by the cruel hand of fate, baby nurse was pathetic.
the moment he caught himself wondering how those curls would feel being pet by palm to how they would feel wrapped around his fist brendon park accepted he was pathetic.
he is not one to half ass anything, so, he starts his hunt. follows emma with his hooded eyes. looks for her weak points. notices the bags under her eyes, & her weakened gait. hears her telling her fellow nurses her piece of shit car’s in the shop & she had to walk all the way to her shift. he got lucky enough to catch the name of shady garage she entrusted it to, went down there to strong arm them into lowering the price & to check over their shoddy work. the rush the buzzed through his limbs when emma came into work rested was intoxicating.
the hunger brendon felt when he didn’t get the chance to do it again gnarled him from the inside out.
so what if he did slice open a few bad things here & there just so he can dig his fingers in to snap it fixed before stitching it up. so what if he takes the long way to the er parking lot for his smoke breaks just to corner her when she’s trying to take a breather. to drown her in smoked nicotine knowing she’d think it would be too rude to walk away, an animalistic satisfaction curling around his chest from knowing she’ll walk back in sharing his scent after he’s done with his barbed ‘flirting,’ eyes sated from the visible heating in her cheeks.
emma gets a call in the middle of their forcibly shared breaks that her apartment flooded, he calms down her panic in that abrasive way of his, tells her he’ll take care of it, tells her to wait for him after their shift & he’ll fix it.
she didn’t know that meant he’d take her his apartment. pulling her dragging feet through the door before leaving to handle the mess with her shitty apartment & shitty landlord. 30 minutes in she lets herself sit on the leather couch & stare at the pitch black tv screen, 2 hours in she lets herself furtively explore the ground floor, he comes back to her staring at the unappetizing collection inside his fridge.
theeeeeeen something something he says her landlord’s a crook, she shouldn’t live there, he broke of her lease, gathered some of her essentials & told her she’ll be staying the night. he ignores her indignancy, forces some food in her belly & send her to the guest room with the essentials he packed. her breath hitches when she finds out part of those essentials was multiple fresh pairs of bras & panties.
then blah blah blah they end up fucking which w brendon includes making her cry + making her gag with his finger, a sharp tap to the cheek when he feels teeth (cant lose his money makers) + toes in his mouth & his dick deeeeeep inside.
practically traps her into a relationship.
yay