Brendon “the shark” Park x reader
‘Warm safe place’
Brendon “the shark” park x f!curvy!reader (sorry if it isn’t for u, if anyone wanted I could do none curvy!!)
Tags: mentions of SH! family issues (cough* cough* projection), soft!brendon, ED (cough* cough* projection), size kink (not sexually—yet 😘), lots of fluff and plot!!, implied age gap.
No word count cuz I’m lazy at the moment xx
Summary: reader has just come home from a week long trip back home! Bren is there to pick up the pieces.
a/n: this is acc fully a projection fic icl but enjoy lovelies. Feedback is welcome just don’t be too mean pls.
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It had just gone 7pm when you walked through the door of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. Instantly, the smell of your favourite meal assaulted your senses. You could cry, especially after the week you had just had.
“Baby, that you?” Bren shouts from the kitchen, even the sound of his voice causes an instant rush of emotion to wash over you.
“Yeah, give me a sec Bren.” You replied trying to make your voice as even as possible, even if all you wanted to do was cry.
You sat by the door on the little bench Bren had insisted on getting so you could sit and take off your shoes. God, even thinking about all the thought Bren put into your home together wanted to make you cry. You were so fucked. Bren would see through you right away, you needed to get your shit together. Just as you were taking deep breaths, trying to regulate yourself just as your therapist had told you to, your face came in line with Bren’s crotch.
“Just breathe baby. You don’t have to hide anything from me, we’ve talked about this.” Who would believe it, the supposed “shark” being so soft. In your family, problems, especially emotional, were to never talked about. Your issues were either dismissed or discussed using raised voices. You always tell yourself that you’re being dramatic and so many people have way bigger problems.
“Come on. Let me take you to the kitchen.” Bren scooped you up bridal style, you of course protested.
“Bren, I’m too heavy for you to be pulling this shit. You should put me down before I injure you.” You sighed tiredly.
“Now what have I said about this baby. You will never ever be too heavy for me to carry.” You scoffed in response, clearly not believing him. He set you down on one of the kitchen stools at the island (because you actually had a kitchen island now!!).
“Okay, spill baby. The silence this week has been killing me. I can’t stand it a minute longer.”
“I don’t know Bren. Promise not to shout at me. Please.” You asked, shrinking in on yourself.
“Sweetheart, please tell me. I want to understand you, maybe even help you.”
Reluctantly, you start to tell him.
“I don’t know whether I’ve told you about my brother before.” You paused, you had only been dating for three months and your brother was a subject you don’t like to talk about with anyone. Not even Bren.
“He’s an addict. Not any hard drugs, just weed. But shit Bren- you should have seen him 10 years ago compared to now.” You breathe deeply, blinking back tears rapidly.
“He was so fucking thoughtful. He was also so smart and funny. He was my only friend. Then he gets a girlfriend, and she was so lovely. But she introduced him to smoking weed. At first I thought it was fine, you know loads of people smoke weed. It can’t be too harmful. But he changed.” A single tear rolled down your face, wiping it away quickly before Bren see’s. He of course caught it.
Softly he walked over, lifting you from the stool and taking you to the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling you into his lap. Slowly, he stroked your hair with his big hand, occasionally leaving small kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders.
“Bren- I’m too heavy let me get off.” The glare he gave you was enough to keep you quiet. Maybe you see why people call him the shark.
“Oh, we’ll get to the part where you have been skipping meals soon, sweetheart.” He said, not unkindly, but with a sternness he only used when he was deeply concerned. He knew that you had a rough time expressing emotions without thinking someone would shout, so he tried to be as gentle with you as possible. Even if he was so frustrated with the way you refused to look after yourself.
“Carry on baby. Please. No one’s mad at you.” You nodded softly.
“He’s so violent now. Any discussion he doesn’t want to have, he’ll get up in your face and shout. He’s never got physical with me but there’s been times where I’ve been scared he would. He’s also so selfish, he eats all the food, he lives off of my parent’s money. He’s older than me for christ’s sake. He should have a job by now. This sounds so dramatic, there’s so many bigger problems in the world.”
Bren is quiet for a moment, he knew you had an older brother. He didn’t know what type of relationship you had though. A flare of protectiveness strikes up in him. How dare he scared his baby. He’s processing the conversation, tuning in on how you said he was your only friend. Bren knew you had no friends now, but had it always been that way? His heart is slowly cracking open, physically hurting his chest the more you speak. How can such a sweet, caring girl think that because people are going through harder situations that she couldn’t complain. That she thought what’s happening to her is okay. He will spend every hour of every day making sure you knew you were loved now, no one was ever going to hurt you or do you wrong again.
Finally he spoke. “Baby. You are not being dramatic. This situation is not right, no matter what other people are going through.” His eyes are deadly serious, his string hands striking your hair soothingly.
“Hmmm. Maybe.” He still didn’t like the sound of that dismissal, but he allowed you to continue.
“He also smokes weed in-front of the house constantly. He is out every half an hour smoking weed. My parents live next to fucking kids Bren. A 3 yr old kid has to play outside whilst my brother is stinking up the place with his weed.” Your sadness has quickly turned into anger, you got up from Bren’s lap despite his protest. Pacing back and forth through the living room.
“I am so pathetic. Some people have it so much harder than a brother addicted to weed you know. I feel so shitty for complaining. I don’t know, just- ughhhh.” You groan, lying on the floor dramatically.
“Okay. Sweetheart, sit up for me. There you go baby. First of all, you are not pathetic, you have watched a person you love change dramatically because of substance abuse. I don’t care about other people’s situations or other people’s addictions. It doesn’t make your brothers any better. His behaviour, weed or not, is selfish and harmful. You and your family deserve better, despite what I think of your parents at times. Now sweetheart, you are going to get off of that floor and eat something because I sure as hell know you have not eaten a full meal all week.” You open your mouth to protest. “No, don’t think I haven’t noticed how much lighter you have become in a week. It’s not healthy, let me feed you my love.” He offered his hand, pulling you off the floor and into his large, beefy arms.
“It’s going to be okay.” He whispered kissing the top of your head. He guided you to the kitchen, sitting you on the same stool from before.
He placed the warm dish infront of you and sat in the stool next to you.
“Eat baby.” He encouraged.
“Bren. I don’t want to sound like I’m fishing for compliments, but I feel too fat to eat right now. I don’t think I’m in the right head space.” You said quietly, avoiding eye contact.
“I won’t force you to eat. You are a grown woman who can make her own decisions. But you need to know how it makes me feel when you talk bad about the girl I’m in-love with.” His lips were turned down in a frown. “Please tell me why you haven’t been eating baby.” You looked up, his gorgeous eyes were filled with softness. He was too good for you and you knew it. He was so big and attractive he could have whoever the fuck he wanted. Your mum had told you so all week long. If you didn’t get your hips smaller then he would leave you.
“Why are you with me? You could have anyone Bren.”
“Fuck sweetheart.” His eyes were glossy, you had never seen him look like this recently. Not since the beginning of your relationship where he discovered your old self-harm scars. “You don’t know how much that breaks my heart.”
“I’m sorry.” You reply.
“No, no, no. Baby, no. Don’t apologise. I love you so fucking much and I hate that you have been made to feel this way.” His large hands enveloped your face, he peppered kisses all over your face until he got to your lips. The kiss communicated everything he couldn’t make you understand with words. It was so so so soft and gentle, yet somehow possessive- you were his and there was no doubt about it.
You broke apart and spoke. “Sorry Bren. My mum has been down my ear all week. My hips, my thighs, my waist. Shit- basically all of me is too big.” You laughed, although it came out as more of a hysterical sob. You folded in half. The whole week catching up to you. Bren caught you, engulfing you in his large arms, your face again his broad chest. He soothed you with sweet words.
“I love you so much Bren. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I am pretty great.” He smirked down at you, taking in your glossy eyes and red face, still so fucking beautiful.
“What happened to you comforting me, Hm?” You smiled, his things gently swiping under your eyes, across your cheeks.
“Well, it got a smile from you didn’t it?” His own face breaking into a wide smile, very rarely seen by the Pitt.
“Sorry for not really texting this week. How was has your week been?” You asked, your head laying back against his chest.
“Pretty bleak without you baby.” He began recounting different surgeries and patients. Updating you on your weekly gossip of the Pitt.
“Missed you Bren.” Standing on your toes to give him a kiss. It started off light, little pecks and slowly turned into deep, passionate kisses. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for permission. You quickly granted it, whining softly into the kiss. He captured your thighs, lifting you up so they were wrapped around his thick, stocky waist. The angle added a whole new vigour to your kisses, becoming frantic and sloppy but so fucking addicting. He slowly broke the kiss.
“Okay baby. That’s enough for tonight. You’ve had an emotional week. Let me look after you sweetheart. I’ve got the day of tomorrow, maybe we resume this in the morning? After food and sleep?” He says out of breath, your mouth all red and glossy, and your eyes half shut.
“You’re such a tease Bren. But fine. You’re too good to me, don’t deserve you.” Your murmur sleepily into his neck. “Dinner in bed?”
“Thought you’d never ask my love.” He chuckled. Carrying you up to bed with one hand supporting your ass, the other holding a plate of food.
“Love you baby.”
“Love you too Bren.”
Fin!
a/n: this is so bad but self indulgent asf. I don’t know if anyone will get the staind reference. “Warm safe place” is my fav song rn. Pls listen bbys. Any spelling errors- well it is 2am and I have an exam tomorrow so deal with that.