𐫱 mdni w/ adult content 𐫱 (18+only) misc multifandom enjoy my silly lil writing for my silly lil men! warning: this writer (me) does not proofread. sorry not sorry.¯\_(ツ)_/¯
your child calling their father by his name (gojo. s)
“it’s mama.” (fushiguro. t) -in which little megumi isn’t too impressed by his fathers name for you
your child likes to say no (sukuna. r) your child has a favorite word
“go to sleep.” (sukuna. r) -sukuna trying to get your crying baby to sleep
not scary (sukuna. r) -sukuna’s kid seems to think dad is more funny looking
the morning after (fushiguro. t) -you’re trying to leave without waking up the man they slept with
your child and the baby carrier (fushiguro. t)
just like his daddy (fushiguro. t) - in which megumi is just like toji.
megumi is a chunky baby (fushiguro. t)- or in which toji likes to let you know your son is chunky but in his own words
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hi hru? i love ur brendon fics so much!! can i send a request? brendon with peds wife, and their kids? idk (sorry english isnt my first language ^^)
thank you and don't apologize! I wrote this on a whim (╥﹏╥) reader isn’t really in this but is mentioned and does make an appearance at the end! this is more of Brendon and your boys.
brendon park x peds wife!reader
SINK OR SWIM
“What is the significance of widening between the first and second metatarsals?"
it was one question. one that they couldn't answer. the attendings eyes glanced up through his lashes; waiting. his stare absolutely shrinking.
his words fell on deaf ears.
he'd only spent the last half an hour ranting about the ratiocination of the injury after one of the med students answered something wrong. and rather than correct them, Brendon went into a lecture about the percentage of frequent misdiagnosis; because apparently any type of trauma experienced that results in immediate swelling with localized pain, is a sprain.
it was not. especially for something like a lisfranc injury.
it's why he asked the question.
if they wanted to give, what he sees as basic responses, then he was going to give them basic questions.
his boys were off to the side. henry stood, waiting for the answer. more out of piqued interest compared to the expectation his dad had. his younger brother, Ethan, stood on his feet for height. back to the eldest's front as he held onto his hands.
Brendon had taken them with him because he figured it’d be quick. you were working. here to be exact. on another floor. and if you knew he’d taken your sons into a consult, you’d kill him.
the thought of leaving them with one of the nurses had been a consideration, but Brendon had a death wish.
it was one thing to bring your kids to work. it’d been done before. but they were also never physically in the room.
He was a dead man.
“I’m disappointing my kids by being here.” and signing myself up for the probability of divorce. His arms cross over his chest. “I didn’t get paged in to spend time explaining this because I enjoy hearing myself talk. If you’re going to reply that easily without considering the logics, then you should reconsider your career—”
“instability?”
the silence that followed practically swallowed.
eyes widened at the interruption before getting bigger at the interpretation. the eligibility of hearing one of the med students from the far corner whisper under breath are you fucking kidding me, clear.
sheer disbelief, and possibly self hatred, emitted from the space.
Brendons mouth was closed. mid-lecture coming to an immediate halt as he stared ahead. his own eyes changed. just by a fragment. unmistaken shock apparent in a way only Brendon can show.
his oldest looked guilty.
still in the same spot with Ethan leaning into him. the littlest of the parks turning to his brother with personal offence for dad because mom taught them never to interrupt.
"daddy was talking, Hen-ry!"
his enunciation as clear as it could be for a toddler as he reprimanded his brother. pinched brows and mouth drawn into an unbelievably adorable pout. his small finger jutted up at the eldest as a hushed 'don't interrupt,' fell from his lips.
Henry returned a soft “sorry.” speaking to both his dad and his younger brother. His eyes catching Brendons as he gave him an apologetic look. tight-lipped and suddenly feeling awkward.
there was a faint pull to one side of the taller Park's mouth. a flicker of what appeared to be a mix of amusement and pride.
his hand wiped under his nose, clearing his throat as he shook his head. a discretion to hide the obvious hilarity found in the situation. the subtly not missed by his son.
Brendon nodded.
"That's right."
a smile stretched across his face. a sight that was considerably abnormal to the med students.
"it's a radiographic sign of the mid-foot, it shows the disruption of the tarsometatarsal joint," he adjusts his position "—which is the primary stabilizer in the arch."
Henry smiled. nodding. aware. not knowing the bigger words or their exact meaning but knew enough to get the gist so he could answer his dads question. even if it wasn't for him.
some probably thought he was just a well-taught kid. smart. his parents both physicians; possibly starting early to follow in their footsteps. a child prodigy in the making. he was a smart kid. but that wasn't it at all. he just listened.
brendon liked to rant.
a lot.
the oldest of the boys had heard plenty by now that he didn't even think of it as ranting anymore. or rambling even. it was just his dad talking.
the number of times you'd send him a quick look before your husband went into a full-blown lecture was comical to think about.
“I’d take my advice from earlier and begin reconsidering your careers.” Brendon’s smile dropped when he turned to the med students. sparing one more glance before giving orders and signing off. hand motioning for his boys to come along as he made his way out.
Ethan practically threw himself in dad’s arms. Brendon lifting the small boy easily as he held him close on one side. His free hand reaching out for Henry, who grabbed it without hesitation.
“How’d you know that?” Brendon asked as he squeezed his son’s hand.
the boy shrugged.
“exposure.”
Brendons eyes pinched slightly. “to what?”
“you.” Brendon released a breathy laugh as he shook his head.
“okay, let’s get home before your mom finds out I took you into trauma for a consult—”
hi hru? i love ur brendon fics so much!! can i send a request? brendon with peds wife, and their kids? idk (sorry english isnt my first language ^^)
thank you and don't apologize! I wrote this on a whim (╥﹏╥) reader isn’t really in this but is mentioned and does make an appearance at the end! this is more of Brendon and your boys.
brendon park x peds wife!reader
SINK OR SWIM
“What is the significance of widening between the first and second metatarsals?"
it was one question. one that they couldn't answer. the attendings eyes glanced up through his lashes; waiting. his stare absolutely shrinking.
his words fell on deaf ears.
he'd only spent the last half an hour ranting about the ratiocination of the injury after one of the med students answered something wrong. and rather than correct them, Brendon went into a lecture about the percentage of frequent misdiagnosis; because apparently any type of trauma experienced that results in immediate swelling with localized pain, is a sprain.
it was not. especially for something like a lisfranc injury.
it's why he asked the question.
if they wanted to give, what he sees as basic responses, then he was going to give them basic questions.
his boys were off to the side. henry stood, waiting for the answer. more out of piqued interest compared to the expectation his dad had. his younger brother, Ethan, stood on his feet for height. back to the eldest's front as he held onto his hands.
Brendon had taken them with him because he figured it’d be quick. you were working. here to be exact. on another floor. and if you knew he’d taken your sons into a consult, you’d kill him.
the thought of leaving them with one of the nurses had been a consideration, but Brendon had a death wish.
it was one thing to bring your kids to work. it’d been done before. but they were also never physically in the room.
He was a dead man.
“I’m disappointing my kids by being here.” and signing myself up for the probability of divorce. His arms cross over his chest. “I didn’t get paged in to spend time explaining this because I enjoy hearing myself talk. If you’re going to reply that easily without considering the logics, then you should reconsider your career—”
“instability?”
the silence that followed practically swallowed.
eyes widened at the interruption before getting bigger at the interpretation. the eligibility of hearing one of the med students from the far corner whisper under breath are you fucking kidding me, clear.
sheer disbelief, and possibly self hatred, emitted from the space.
Brendons mouth was closed. mid-lecture coming to an immediate halt as he stared ahead. his own eyes changed. just by a fragment. unmistaken shock apparent in a way only Brendon can show.
his oldest looked guilty.
still in the same spot with Ethan leaning into him. the littlest of the parks turning to his brother with personal offence for dad because mom taught them never to interrupt.
"daddy was talking, Hen-ry!"
his enunciation as clear as it could be for a toddler as he reprimanded his brother. pinched brows and mouth drawn into an unbelievably adorable pout. his small finger jutted up at the eldest as a hushed 'don't interrupt,' fell from his lips.
Henry returned a soft “sorry.” speaking to both his dad and his younger brother. His eyes catching Brendons as he gave him an apologetic look. tight-lipped and suddenly feeling awkward.
there was a faint pull to one side of the taller Park's mouth. a flicker of what appeared to be a mix of amusement and pride.
his hand wiped under his nose, clearing his throat as he shook his head. a discretion to hide the obvious hilarity found in the situation. the subtly not missed by his son.
Brendon nodded.
"That's right."
a smile stretched across his face. a sight that was considerably abnormal to the med students.
"it's a radiographic sign of the mid-foot, it shows the disruption of the tarsometatarsal joint," he adjusts his position "—which is the primary stabilizer in the arch."
Henry smiled. nodding. aware. not knowing the bigger words or their exact meaning but knew enough to get the gist so he could answer his dads question. even if it wasn't for him.
some probably thought he was just a well-taught kid. smart. his parents both physicians; possibly starting early to follow in their footsteps. a child prodigy in the making. he was a smart kid. but that wasn't it at all. he just listened.
brendon liked to rant.
a lot.
the oldest of the boys had heard plenty by now that he didn't even think of it as ranting anymore. or rambling even. it was just his dad talking.
the number of times you'd send him a quick look before your husband went into a full-blown lecture was comical to think about.
“I’d take my advice from earlier and begin reconsidering your careers.” Brendon’s smile dropped when he turned to the med students. sparing one more glance before giving orders and signing off. hand motioning for his boys to come along as he made his way out.
Ethan practically threw himself in dad’s arms. Brendon lifting the small boy easily as he held him close on one side. His free hand reaching out for Henry, who grabbed it without hesitation.
“How’d you know that?” Brendon asked as he squeezed his son’s hand.
the boy shrugged.
“exposure.”
Brendons eyes pinched slightly. “to what?”
“you.” Brendon released a breathy laugh as he shook his head.
“okay, let’s get home before your mom finds out I took you into trauma for a consult—”
hi hru? i love ur brendon fics so much!! can i send a request? brendon with peds wife, and their kids? idk (sorry english isnt my first language ^^)
thank you and don't apologize! I wrote this on a whim (╥﹏╥) reader isn’t really in this but is mentioned and does make an appearance at the end! this is more of Brendon and your boys.
brendon park x peds wife!reader
SINK OR SWIM
“What is the significance of widening between the first and second metatarsals?"
it was one question. one that they couldn't answer. the attendings eyes glanced up through his lashes; waiting. his stare absolutely shrinking.
his words fell on deaf ears.
he'd only spent the last half an hour ranting about the ratiocination of the injury after one of the med students answered something wrong. and rather than correct them, Brendon went into a lecture about the percentage of frequent misdiagnosis; because apparently any type of trauma experienced that results in immediate swelling with localized pain, is a sprain.
it was not. especially for something like a lisfranc injury.
it's why he asked the question.
if they wanted to give, what he sees as basic responses, then he was going to give them basic questions.
his boys were off to the side. henry stood, waiting for the answer. more out of piqued interest compared to the expectation his dad had. his younger brother, Ethan, stood on his feet for height. back to the eldest's front as he held onto his hands.
Brendon had taken them with him because he figured it’d be quick. you were working. here to be exact. on another floor. and if you knew he’d taken your sons into a consult, you’d kill him.
the thought of leaving them with one of the nurses had been a consideration, but Brendon had a death wish.
it was one thing to bring your kids to work. it’d been done before. but they were also never physically in the room.
He was a dead man.
“I’m disappointing my kids by being here.” and signing myself up for the probability of divorce. His arms cross over his chest. “I didn’t get paged in to spend time explaining this because I enjoy hearing myself talk. If you’re going to reply that easily without considering the logics, then you should reconsider your career—”
“instability?”
the silence that followed practically swallowed.
eyes widened at the interruption before getting bigger at the interpretation. the eligibility of hearing one of the med students from the far corner whisper under breath are you fucking kidding me, clear.
sheer disbelief, and possibly self hatred, emitted from the space.
Brendons mouth was closed. mid-lecture coming to an immediate halt as he stared ahead. his own eyes changed. just by a fragment. unmistaken shock apparent in a way only Brendon can show.
his oldest looked guilty.
still in the same spot with Ethan leaning into him. the littlest of the parks turning to his brother with personal offence for dad because mom taught them never to interrupt.
"daddy was talking, Hen-ry!"
his enunciation as clear as it could be for a toddler as he reprimanded his brother. pinched brows and mouth drawn into an unbelievably adorable pout. his small finger jutted up at the eldest as a hushed 'don't interrupt,' fell from his lips.
Henry returned a soft “sorry.” speaking to both his dad and his younger brother. His eyes catching Brendons as he gave him an apologetic look. tight-lipped and suddenly feeling awkward.
there was a faint pull to one side of the taller Park's mouth. a flicker of what appeared to be a mix of amusement and pride.
his hand wiped under his nose, clearing his throat as he shook his head. a discretion to hide the obvious hilarity found in the situation. the subtly not missed by his son.
Brendon nodded.
"That's right."
a smile stretched across his face. a sight that was considerably abnormal to the med students.
"it's a radiographic sign of the mid-foot, it shows the disruption of the tarsometatarsal joint," he adjusts his position "—which is the primary stabilizer in the arch."
Henry smiled. nodding. aware. not knowing the bigger words or their exact meaning but knew enough to get the gist so he could answer his dads question. even if it wasn't for him.
some probably thought he was just a well-taught kid. smart. his parents both physicians; possibly starting early to follow in their footsteps. a child prodigy in the making. he was a smart kid. but that wasn't it at all. he just listened.
brendon liked to rant.
a lot.
the oldest of the boys had heard plenty by now that he didn't even think of it as ranting anymore. or rambling even. it was just his dad talking.
the number of times you'd send him a quick look before your husband went into a full-blown lecture was comical to think about.
“I’d take my advice from earlier and begin reconsidering your careers.” Brendon’s smile dropped when he turned to the med students. sparing one more glance before giving orders and signing off. hand motioning for his boys to come along as he made his way out.
Ethan practically threw himself in dad’s arms. Brendon lifting the small boy easily as he held him close on one side. His free hand reaching out for Henry, who grabbed it without hesitation.
“How’d you know that?” Brendon asked as he squeezed his son’s hand.
the boy shrugged.
“exposure.”
Brendons eyes pinched slightly. “to what?”
“you.” Brendon released a breathy laugh as he shook his head.
“okay, let’s get home before your mom finds out I took you into trauma for a consult—”
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brendon reads bedtime stories to his kids and when they’re still not asleep you better bet he’s pulling out the medical books he has and starts reading those. one because it he thinks it’ll put them to sleep and two, because he’s the type and that much of a nerd lol
may i suggest a fic with the sharks after work all soft and cuddly and kind with each other? maybe someone from the pitt sees them out and about holding hands and laughing is like ?? the hell ??
the dichotomy of them being so abrasive at work but only soft for each other mmm i would eat that up! no pressure tho feel free to ignore meee
I tried to make it soft but then ended up with crack
brendon park x peds wife!reader
the two of you sat on the floor against the wall outside the stairwell of pediatrics. legs stretched out, side by side.
A cup of instant noodles in your hand.
the look on Brendon's face was one you familiarized yourself with. His expression fell into what you saw when someone answered his question wrong. not disappointed. barely even a look of disapproval. It was his way of saying “really?” without the verbalization.
“you want some?”
“Do you know how much sodium that has?” he unintentionally ignored your offer. your eyes roll.
“It’s a yes or no, Brendon.” you respond, mouth full. It earns a quirked brow from him. already knowing what he was going to say. already knowing what your kids would say. If they were here. Seeing as you tell them all the time to never speak with their mouths full. but it was late. you were tired. And hungry. the shift had wiped you out.
the fucks to give was minimal if not nonexistent.
“You require actual nutrition.” brendon said flatly as he took a bite. the offer from moments ago apparently tempting.
“We’re attendings, you know–” it was a fact. A matter of stating the obvious. “I’m aware.” you nod, arms crossing over your chest as you lean your head on his shoulder. “—we make money and we’re sharing ramen on the floor.” He passes the plastic fork to you.
“Anything else you’d like to point out?” you say without looking. taking another bite.
Brendon huffs out a laugh. breathy. tired. real. his eyes crinkled at the corners. his hand rubbing over his face as he shakes his head to your response. finding something so small surprisingly funny. he was either really tired, or you were just that comedic.
you feel your shoulders loosen. the tension from the shift, lighter.
neither of you spoke for a few minutes. comfortable in each other's silence as you shared noodles.
"Dr. Park?"
It was unexpected. accidental. Hardly even a coincidence. possibly. but trinity santos found herself on the opposite side of the stairwell.
the resident stared. wide eyed and mouth agape. the exhaustion she suddenly felt, gone, as she stared— blinking.
once, twice, a third time.
both you and brendon looked up. two pairs of eyes waiting expectantly.
"Yes, Dr. Santos?" you asked with a raised brow. her eyes shifting between you, to Brendon, then to the almost empty instant cup. the resident opened her mouth. then closed it. settling on a facial shrug. her hands resting on her hips as she swayed back a step.
"I didn't expect you guys to be—"
"Human."
trinity seemed to wake up at your tone. it was a quick dismissal to her apparent incoming comment. no space left for her to feel the need to do so.
"you think you're so funny." Brendon bit a smile. uncharacteristically to the young woman in front of them.
"I am funny." you joke in dry seriousness. completely ignoring and not at all caring that one of ed staff members just interrupted your time together.
trinity felt her mouth drop further. because you weren't the same. neither was Brendon. she wasn't witnessing two attendings. or two intimidating physicians. but rather a married couple.
santos sputtered out a laugh in disbelief. "oh my god." your eyes catch hers. “you guys are—”
“be careful with what you say next, Dr. Santos.” you press. your face hard as you watch her. the residents expression falters. lips pressed tightly as she nods. “right.”
trinity was gonna say cute….she almost forgot who she was talking to.
“you should get going.” barely a suggestion. rather a demand. Brendon’s eyes leveled her. his head tipping forward. a hint to leave immediately.
santos nods again before turning around quickly. you and brendon already knowing her intentions.
i love how you think people are "too serious" whenever they have something to say about your writing that isn't praise. like yea it's fucking fanfiction, it's never that serious. commenting about how "pups" is better than "guppies" isn't someone being serious
they weren't just asking for intimidating reader tho. they asked for a well known medical malpractice attorney reader who is also just as intimidating as park. how is it "taking it too seriously" when it's just a question? you actually are kind of stupid for saying they're basically the same thing just bc they're both intimidating
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hey, i don't know if you do request, but what about brendon Park x wife!medical malpractice attorney? and they have a kid together who needs urgent medical attention for a sprained ankle, aaaand she is just as intimidating as park. u can feel the pressure and tension in that room for both having the shark and a well recognized medical malpractice attorney
okay I did peds reader bc they’re almost the same??? lol
brendon park x peds wife!reader
SHALLOW WATERS
"what've we got?" robby asked as the paramedics wheeled in.
"11 year old male, bp 119/73, HR 111, RR 20. apparently he took a fall; reporting pain to the left ankle." the EMT leaned in closer. talking in his ear. "neighbors called it in."
the attendings eyebrows drew in. “parents?" the medic tipped his head toward the kid discreetly. "he said his parents were at work— didn't say where. but he was adamant about coming here.”
robby glanced at the boy then back to the EMT. almost as if needing clarification. “we were closer to Presby.”
it wasn’t new to have patients rerouted. but it wasn’t something they’d ask for. especially by someone this kid's age. if his condition was worse, they would’ve taken him to Presby. no hesitation.
“his name?”
“Henry— didn’t get the last. we were trying to get his heart rate down, his adrenaline was high.“ the medic explained. “besides his request to come here, he didn’t talk much after that. I assumed he was still in shock from the pain.”
“and the neighbors didn’t say anything else? where his parents are or where they work?” robby needed something. the medic shook his head. “not to me.” his head turning over to his partner. “Pzsonyi— did the couple tell you anything about the parents?”
“said they were doctors.”
and he was adamant about coming here.
“that should narrow it down. not like we have a hospital full of those—” robby said sarcastically. “we got it from here.”
robby turned and walked towards where the nurses were. the blonde already fixed on him as he approached.
“you good?” dana asked as she watched over the rim of her glasses.
Robby’s hands went behind his neck as he blew out a breath. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
he then looked over his shoulder where the boy was across the floor of the department. “the 11 year old patient that just came in” his head gestured back. Dana’s eyes following. “would you be able to work your magic and get his emergency contacts? came in without anyone. according to the EMT, his parents work here.”
the charge nurse's eyes pinched a bit.
"they work here?"
Robby shrugged. “I’m not for sure,” Dana gave him a look, rolling her eyes.
“one of the medics said his parents were doctors and the other told me the boy was insistent on coming here. It’s a long shot but I could only assume.” robby scratched his beard. Dana gave him a nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”
His hands clapped together, grasping one another as he gave her a tight lipped smile. A silent thank you before he turned to leave. heading over to where Henry was.
Jesse was with him. A smile on the boy's face despite his damp cheeks.
“Henry, right?” robby started as he grabbed some gloves. blue eyes stared back at him, then a nod. a quiet ‘yes sir’ given.
it was a small movement. the corner of Robby’s mouth lifted up.
Respectful.
his attention turned to Jesse. “500 mg of acetaminophen, 350mg of ibuprofen. and let’s get him in for xrays.” Jesse nodded as he gets the meds ready.
“We’re gonna get a hold of your mom and dad, Henry– let them know you’re here.” robby circled back to the patient. The attending watching. The boy’s lips parting before licking the bottom. almost as if it was on the tip of his tongue and he decided against it. “Okay.”
“I hear they’re doctors here, any chance I might–”
“Robinavitch.” Dana peeked in. Robby glanced up. The charge nurse's head tipped the other way. “a word.”
Robby gave Henry’s shoulder squeeze. “I’ll be right back, in the mean time, Jesse here,” hand motioning to the tall male nurse, “aaaand” Robby’s head swiveled. eyes catching two of his students.
Student and first year resident.
“Whitaker. Ogilvie.”
the two turned when they heard their names. Robby signaling them over.
“Dr. Whitaker and Dr. Ogilvie,”
“Student Doctor.” James interrupted with a finger up. Robby paused and nodded. “Right– are going to assist.”
“Dr. Robby, we don’t–” whitaker’s words fell short as the older man delivered a shoulder pat. “You got this.” gloves snapped off as he sailed out. The blonde was standing in the hall with pressed lips, tablet held to her chest, and an amused glint in her eyes.
“Did you work your magic?”
A smile stretched across Dana’s face. “I feel like you’re gonna regret asking me.” she laughed. “I did— and you’re never gonna guess who mom and dad are.”
Robby eyed her. “Who?”
Dana flickered her sight a few feet away to where the boys were. her finger pointing to the younger one who sat on the hospital bed.
“you’ve got a baby shark in there.”
Robby blinked. then let out a laugh.
not a nervous one and not an amused one. It was one someone gave when they were just given information they couldn't fathom. Or really, didn’t like. Almost like not wanting to hear what they were just told even if they asked for it and now they were suffering the consequences.
that kind of laugh.
“of course they are.” hands rubbing his eyes as he fell back onto the heels of his feet. “Are we sure?” he squinted as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Dana grinned. “Oh, I’m sure.”
“Did you already let them know?” robby asked.
“And what? risk the chance of there being blood in the water because I waited to tell them that their son was down here. What are you fucking kidding me? Of course I told them.” the charge nurse gave him a wide look as if not believing he really just asked a stupid question.
He was a man afterall.
Robby blew out a breath. “Fuck– okay. When are they–” his question answered when you guys approach.
“Park.”
It was rare to see you both down here at the same time. Not that it never happened, it was just unexpected. The interns said it felt wrong. like seeing a shark itself in the shallow waters.
You hadn’t even acknowledged robby; passing right by. Brendon barely sparing a nod.
“Better not have anyone incompetent with my son.”
Henry looked up when he heard his dad. A wide smile stretching when he saw his mom.
Your persona was washed off. Not at all caring that you were completely exposed. Out in the open. Your hand caressing his cheek, his smaller one on top.
“Are you okay?” a quiet ask. eyes watching him as he nods. “I’m okay.”
A satisfied smile before you press a kiss to his forehead. Squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.
Whitaker and Ogilvie just stared. One not wanting to interrupt and probably too scared to do so, while the other stood with wide eyes. His mouth parted like a fish out of water.
Brendon pressed another kiss to the other side of his head. before his eyes lift to his boy's foot. an ice pack resting on his ankle.
“is he on meds?” Brendon asked as he leaned up. his hand brushing against his son’s hair before pulling gloves out of his scrub pocket. snapping them on.
“500 mg of acetaminophen– 350mg of ibuprofen.” Robby clarified. arms crossed as he nodded.
“iced the area to—” “I’m not blind.”
Whitaker closed his mouth.
“dad.” brendons eyes caught his sons. the boy giving him an unimpressed look that you knew he inherited from the man in front of him. “don’t interrupt.”
your suppress a smile. his words sounded familiar.
brendon cleared his throat. “finish.” gaze on the r1 for a split second before he diverts it.
Whitaker looks to robby, then looks to you then the young boy. he knows now how Ogilvie felt. only this time it was a little more reassuring knowing the kid had his back. he didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse.
“We uh— just iced to reduce the swelling, elevation above heart level. bp now, 105/61, HR 89, 99 on room….” his eyes finding Henry’s. the youngest park giving him a thumbs up.
“xray?” you asked from the side. "dr. robby already had them in order.” whitaker verbalised.
“we’re still waiting to get him in.” the attending intervened quietly. you slowly peeled yourself away from your son. "I'll be back— make sure dad doesn't kill anyone." you joke drily as you leave.
it earns a giggle from the kid.
Ogilvie, who had been surprisingly quiet, turns to where you just left. eyes wide as his head spins. “was she being serious—”
"It was just one time." Henry shrugs.
"One?” Whitaker and Ogilvie echo. Robby’s lips pursing as he watches in amusement. head shaking at how easy it was to reel them in.
shark offspring are called pups!! I feel like calling his kids Guppy would be weird because guppies are a type of fish that he would probably eat if he were an actual shark
hey, i don't know if you do request, but what about brendon Park x wife!medical malpractice attorney? and they have a kid together who needs urgent medical attention for a sprained ankle, aaaand she is just as intimidating as park. u can feel the pressure and tension in that room for both having the shark and a well recognized medical malpractice attorney
okay I did peds reader bc they’re almost the same??? lol
brendon park x peds wife!reader
SHALLOW WATERS
"what've we got?" robby asked as the paramedics wheeled in.
"11 year old male, bp 119/73, HR 111, RR 20. apparently he took a fall; reporting pain to the left ankle." the EMT leaned in closer. talking in his ear. "neighbors called it in."
the attendings eyebrows drew in. “parents?" the medic tipped his head toward the kid discreetly. "he said his parents were at work— didn't say where. but he was adamant about coming here.”
robby glanced at the boy then back to the EMT. almost as if needing clarification. “we were closer to Presby.”
it wasn’t new to have patients rerouted. but it wasn’t something they’d ask for. especially by someone this kid's age. if his condition was worse, they would’ve taken him to Presby. no hesitation.
“his name?”
“Henry— didn’t get the last. we were trying to get his heart rate down, his adrenaline was high.“ the medic explained. “besides his request to come here, he didn’t talk much after that. I assumed he was still in shock from the pain.”
“and the neighbors didn’t say anything else? where his parents are or where they work?” robby needed something. the medic shook his head. “not to me.” his head turning over to his partner. “Pzsonyi— did the couple tell you anything about the parents?”
“said they were doctors.”
and he was adamant about coming here.
“that should narrow it down. not like we have a hospital full of those—” robby said sarcastically. “we got it from here.”
robby turned and walked towards where the nurses were. the blonde already fixed on him as he approached.
“you good?” dana asked as she watched over the rim of her glasses.
Robby’s hands went behind his neck as he blew out a breath. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
he then looked over his shoulder where the boy was across the floor of the department. “the 11 year old patient that just came in” his head gestured back. Dana’s eyes following. “would you be able to work your magic and get his emergency contacts? came in without anyone. according to the EMT, his parents work here.”
the charge nurse's eyes pinched a bit.
"they work here?"
Robby shrugged. “I’m not for sure,” Dana gave him a look, rolling her eyes.
“one of the medics said his parents were doctors and the other told me the boy was insistent on coming here. It’s a long shot but I could only assume.” robby scratched his beard. Dana gave him a nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”
His hands clapped together, grasping one another as he gave her a tight lipped smile. A silent thank you before he turned to leave. heading over to where Henry was.
Jesse was with him. A smile on the boy's face despite his damp cheeks.
“Henry, right?” robby started as he grabbed some gloves. blue eyes stared back at him, then a nod. a quiet ‘yes sir’ given.
it was a small movement. the corner of Robby’s mouth lifted up.
Respectful.
his attention turned to Jesse. “500 mg of acetaminophen, 350mg of ibuprofen. and let’s get him in for xrays.” Jesse nodded as he gets the meds ready.
“We’re gonna get a hold of your mom and dad, Henry– let them know you’re here.” robby circled back to the patient. The attending watching. The boy’s lips parting before licking the bottom. almost as if it was on the tip of his tongue and he decided against it. “Okay.”
“I hear they’re doctors here, any chance I might–”
“Robinavitch.” Dana peeked in. Robby glanced up. The charge nurse's head tipped the other way. “a word.”
Robby gave Henry’s shoulder squeeze. “I’ll be right back, in the mean time, Jesse here,” hand motioning to the tall male nurse, “aaaand” Robby’s head swiveled. eyes catching two of his students.
Student and first year resident.
“Whitaker. Ogilvie.”
the two turned when they heard their names. Robby signaling them over.
“Dr. Whitaker and Dr. Ogilvie,”
“Student Doctor.” James interrupted with a finger up. Robby paused and nodded. “Right– are going to assist.”
“Dr. Robby, we don’t–” whitaker’s words fell short as the older man delivered a shoulder pat. “You got this.” gloves snapped off as he sailed out. The blonde was standing in the hall with pressed lips, tablet held to her chest, and an amused glint in her eyes.
“Did you work your magic?”
A smile stretched across Dana’s face. “I feel like you’re gonna regret asking me.” she laughed. “I did— and you’re never gonna guess who mom and dad are.”
Robby eyed her. “Who?”
Dana flickered her sight a few feet away to where the boys were. her finger pointing to the younger one who sat on the hospital bed.
“you’ve got a baby shark in there.”
Robby blinked. then let out a laugh.
not a nervous one and not an amused one. It was one someone gave when they were just given information they couldn't fathom. Or really, didn’t like. Almost like not wanting to hear what they were just told even if they asked for it and now they were suffering the consequences.
that kind of laugh.
“of course they are.” hands rubbing his eyes as he fell back onto the heels of his feet. “Are we sure?” he squinted as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Dana grinned. “Oh, I’m sure.”
“Did you already let them know?” robby asked.
“And what? risk the chance of there being blood in the water because I waited to tell them that their son was down here. What are you fucking kidding me? Of course I told them.” the charge nurse gave him a wide look as if not believing he really just asked a stupid question.
He was a man afterall.
Robby blew out a breath. “Fuck– okay. When are they–” his question answered when you guys approach.
“Park.”
It was rare to see you both down here at the same time. Not that it never happened, it was just unexpected. The interns said it felt wrong. like seeing a shark itself in the shallow waters.
You hadn’t even acknowledged robby; passing right by. Brendon barely sparing a nod.
“Better not have anyone incompetent with my son.”
Henry looked up when he heard his dad. A wide smile stretching when he saw his mom.
Your persona was washed off. Not at all caring that you were completely exposed. Out in the open. Your hand caressing his cheek, his smaller one on top.
“Are you okay?” a quiet ask. eyes watching him as he nods. “I’m okay.”
A satisfied smile before you press a kiss to his forehead. Squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.
Whitaker and Ogilvie just stared. One not wanting to interrupt and probably too scared to do so, while the other stood with wide eyes. His mouth parted like a fish out of water.
Brendon pressed another kiss to the other side of his head. before his eyes lift to his boy's foot. an ice pack resting on his ankle.
“is he on meds?” Brendon asked as he leaned up. his hand brushing against his son’s hair before pulling gloves out of his scrub pocket. snapping them on.
“500 mg of acetaminophen– 350mg of ibuprofen.” Robby clarified. arms crossed as he nodded.
“iced the area to—” “I’m not blind.”
Whitaker closed his mouth.
“dad.” brendons eyes caught his sons. the boy giving him an unimpressed look that you knew he inherited from the man in front of him. “don’t interrupt.”
your suppress a smile. his words sounded familiar.
brendon cleared his throat. “finish.” gaze on the r1 for a split second before he diverts it.
Whitaker looks to robby, then looks to you then the young boy. he knows now how Ogilvie felt. only this time it was a little more reassuring knowing the kid had his back. he didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse.
“We uh— just iced to reduce the swelling, elevation above heart level. bp now, 105/61, HR 89, 99 on room….” his eyes finding Henry’s. the youngest park giving him a thumbs up.
“xray?” you asked from the side. "dr. robby already had them in order.” whitaker verbalised.
“we’re still waiting to get him in.” the attending intervened quietly. you slowly peeled yourself away from your son. "I'll be back— make sure dad doesn't kill anyone." you joke drily as you leave.
it earns a giggle from the kid.
Ogilvie, who had been surprisingly quiet, turns to where you just left. eyes wide as his head spins. “was she being serious—”
"It was just one time." Henry shrugs.
"One?” Whitaker and Ogilvie echo. Robby’s lips pursing as he watches in amusement. head shaking at how easy it was to reel them in.
hey, i don't know if you do request, but what about brendon Park x wife!medical malpractice attorney? and they have a kid together who needs urgent medical attention for a sprained ankle, aaaand she is just as intimidating as park. u can feel the pressure and tension in that room for both having the shark and a well recognized medical malpractice attorney
okay I did peds reader bc they’re almost the same??? lol
brendon park x peds wife!reader
SHALLOW WATERS
"what've we got?" robby asked as the paramedics wheeled in.
"11 year old male, bp 119/73, HR 111, RR 20. apparently he took a fall; reporting pain to the left ankle." the EMT leaned in closer. talking in his ear. "neighbors called it in."
the attendings eyebrows drew in. “parents?" the medic tipped his head toward the kid discreetly. "he said his parents were at work— didn't say where. but he was adamant about coming here.”
robby glanced at the boy then back to the EMT. almost as if needing clarification. “we were closer to Presby.”
it wasn’t new to have patients rerouted. but it wasn’t something they’d ask for. especially by someone this kid's age. if his condition was worse, they would’ve taken him to Presby. no hesitation.
“his name?”
“Henry— didn’t get the last. we were trying to get his heart rate down, his adrenaline was high.“ the medic explained. “besides his request to come here, he didn’t talk much after that. I assumed he was still in shock from the pain.”
“and the neighbors didn’t say anything else? where his parents are or where they work?” robby needed something. the medic shook his head. “not to me.” his head turning over to his partner. “Pzsonyi— did the couple tell you anything about the parents?”
“said they were doctors.”
and he was adamant about coming here.
“that should narrow it down. not like we have a hospital full of those—” robby said sarcastically. “we got it from here.”
robby turned and walked towards where the nurses were. the blonde already fixed on him as he approached.
“you good?” dana asked as she watched over the rim of her glasses.
Robby’s hands went behind his neck as he blew out a breath. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
he then looked over his shoulder where the boy was across the floor of the department. “the 11 year old patient that just came in” his head gestured back. Dana’s eyes following. “would you be able to work your magic and get his emergency contacts? came in without anyone. according to the EMT, his parents work here.”
the charge nurse's eyes pinched a bit.
"they work here?"
Robby shrugged. “I’m not for sure,” Dana gave him a look, rolling her eyes.
“one of the medics said his parents were doctors and the other told me the boy was insistent on coming here. It’s a long shot but I could only assume.” robby scratched his beard. Dana gave him a nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”
His hands clapped together, grasping one another as he gave her a tight lipped smile. A silent thank you before he turned to leave. heading over to where Henry was.
Jesse was with him. A smile on the boy's face despite his damp cheeks.
“Henry, right?” robby started as he grabbed some gloves. blue eyes stared back at him, then a nod. a quiet ‘yes sir’ given.
it was a small movement. the corner of Robby’s mouth lifted up.
Respectful.
his attention turned to Jesse. “500 mg of acetaminophen, 350mg of ibuprofen. and let’s get him in for xrays.” Jesse nodded as he gets the meds ready.
“We’re gonna get a hold of your mom and dad, Henry– let them know you’re here.” robby circled back to the patient. The attending watching. The boy’s lips parting before licking the bottom. almost as if it was on the tip of his tongue and he decided against it. “Okay.”
“I hear they’re doctors here, any chance I might–”
“Robinavitch.” Dana peeked in. Robby glanced up. The charge nurse's head tipped the other way. “a word.”
Robby gave Henry’s shoulder squeeze. “I’ll be right back, in the mean time, Jesse here,” hand motioning to the tall male nurse, “aaaand” Robby’s head swiveled. eyes catching two of his students.
Student and first year resident.
“Whitaker. Ogilvie.”
the two turned when they heard their names. Robby signaling them over.
“Dr. Whitaker and Dr. Ogilvie,”
“Student Doctor.” James interrupted with a finger up. Robby paused and nodded. “Right– are going to assist.”
“Dr. Robby, we don’t–” whitaker’s words fell short as the older man delivered a shoulder pat. “You got this.” gloves snapped off as he sailed out. The blonde was standing in the hall with pressed lips, tablet held to her chest, and an amused glint in her eyes.
“Did you work your magic?”
A smile stretched across Dana’s face. “I feel like you’re gonna regret asking me.” she laughed. “I did— and you’re never gonna guess who mom and dad are.”
Robby eyed her. “Who?”
Dana flickered her sight a few feet away to where the boys were. her finger pointing to the younger one who sat on the hospital bed.
“you’ve got a baby shark in there.”
Robby blinked. then let out a laugh.
not a nervous one and not an amused one. It was one someone gave when they were just given information they couldn't fathom. Or really, didn’t like. Almost like not wanting to hear what they were just told even if they asked for it and now they were suffering the consequences.
that kind of laugh.
“of course they are.” hands rubbing his eyes as he fell back onto the heels of his feet. “Are we sure?” he squinted as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Dana grinned. “Oh, I’m sure.”
“Did you already let them know?” robby asked.
“And what? risk the chance of there being blood in the water because I waited to tell them that their son was down here. What are you fucking kidding me? Of course I told them.” the charge nurse gave him a wide look as if not believing he really just asked a stupid question.
He was a man afterall.
Robby blew out a breath. “Fuck– okay. When are they–” his question answered when you guys approach.
“Park.”
It was rare to see you both down here at the same time. Not that it never happened, it was just unexpected. The interns said it felt wrong. like seeing a shark itself in the shallow waters.
You hadn’t even acknowledged robby; passing right by. Brendon barely sparing a nod.
“Better not have anyone incompetent with my son.”
Henry looked up when he heard his dad. A wide smile stretching when he saw his mom.
Your persona was washed off. Not at all caring that you were completely exposed. Out in the open. Your hand caressing his cheek, his smaller one on top.
“Are you okay?” a quiet ask. eyes watching him as he nods. “I’m okay.”
A satisfied smile before you press a kiss to his forehead. Squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.
Whitaker and Ogilvie just stared. One not wanting to interrupt and probably too scared to do so, while the other stood with wide eyes. His mouth parted like a fish out of water.
Brendon pressed another kiss to the other side of his head. before his eyes lift to his boy's foot. an ice pack resting on his ankle.
“is he on meds?” Brendon asked as he leaned up. his hand brushing against his son’s hair before pulling gloves out of his scrub pocket. snapping them on.
“500 mg of acetaminophen– 350mg of ibuprofen.” Robby clarified. arms crossed as he nodded.
“iced the area to—” “I’m not blind.”
Whitaker closed his mouth.
“dad.” brendons eyes caught his sons. the boy giving him an unimpressed look that you knew he inherited from the man in front of him. “don’t interrupt.”
your suppress a smile. his words sounded familiar.
brendon cleared his throat. “finish.” gaze on the r1 for a split second before he diverts it.
Whitaker looks to robby, then looks to you then the young boy. he knows now how Ogilvie felt. only this time it was a little more reassuring knowing the kid had his back. he didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse.
“We uh— just iced to reduce the swelling, elevation above heart level. bp now, 105/61, HR 89, 99 on room….” his eyes finding Henry’s. the youngest park giving him a thumbs up.
“xray?” you asked from the side. "dr. robby already had them in order.” whitaker verbalised.
“we’re still waiting to get him in.” the attending intervened quietly. you slowly peeled yourself away from your son. "I'll be back— make sure dad doesn't kill anyone." you joke drily as you leave.
it earns a giggle from the kid.
Ogilvie, who had been surprisingly quiet, turns to where you just left. eyes wide as his head spins. “was she being serious—”
"It was just one time." Henry shrugs.
"One?” Whitaker and Ogilvie echo. Robby’s lips pursing as he watches in amusement. head shaking at how easy it was to reel them in.
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i just know brendon park is the type of dad to talk to your baby bump as if he wasn’t talking to a baby bump lmao he’d unintentionally just start ranting. talking about the surgeries he did and how one of the interns hesitated too long in answering his question before going into a full explanation about how to do a medial patellofemoral ligament procedure. and you’re just laying there in bed with one of those full body pregnancy pillows that brendon insisted you get.
