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bucky just absolutely drilling your shit and youāre being so loud but heās kinda shy about it oh my god
Bucky had you bent over the edge of the mattress, chest pressed into the rumpled sheets, ass up and thighs trembling as he drove into you from behind.
The room was filthy with sound.
Wet skin slapping together. The creak of the old bedframe. Your broken moans echoing off the walls every single time he buried himself deep enough to punch the air from your lungs.
He was relentless.
Every thrust shoved you forward across the mattress, cock stretching you open so perfectly it bordered on too much. Thick. Deep. Unforgiving in the best possible way.
āFuckāBucky!ā you cried, voice cracking around his name when he hit that spot inside you again.
Your fingers clawed helplessly at the sheets.
You couldnāt stop the noises spilling out of you. Every stroke dragged another shameless sound from your throatāhigh, needy, wrecked.
Behind you, Bucky faltered for half a second.
His hips stuttered.
āBabyā¦ Jesus,ā he muttered under his breath, voice rough with strain.
His metal hand tightened around your hip while his other slid up your spine uncertainly, fingers flexing like he didnāt know what to do with himself.
āYouāre so loud,ā he rasped. āThe neighborsāā
āDonāt care,ā you gasped immediately, pushing back against him desperately. āHarder. Pleaseāā
That completely destroyed him.
Bucky groaned low in his chest before snapping his hips forward harder, giving you exactly what you asked for. The force of it knocked a loud cry from your throat, your whole body jolting from the impact.
āShhhāfuck, doll,ā he hissed, though there was no real warning in it.
Just embarrassment.
That shy little edge in his voice that always surfaced when he realized exactly how much noise he could pull from you.
It wouldāve been adorable if it wasnāt so fucking hot.
His metal fingers dug deeper into your hip, almost bruising, while he kept pounding into you at that brutal pace. Each thrust dragged another wet moan from your lips.
He leaned over you suddenly, broad chest covering your back.
His stubble scraped your shoulder as he pressed closer, trying to hide you beneath him while his flesh hand slid around to cover your mouth.
āGotta quiet down,ā he whispered against your ear, voice husky with restraint. āCanāt have the whole block knowing Iām fucking you like this.ā
The words only made you louder.
A muffled whimper vibrated against his palm as he thrust deep again, cock dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you.
Your legs shook violently.
Slick sounds filled the room every time he bottomed out, your arousal coating his thighs and dripping down your own.
Bucky cursed softly against the back of your neck.
āYouāre killinā me here,ā he groaned. āSo goddamn loudā¦ and so wet. Shit.ā
His hips slowed for one deep grind instead of a thrust, forcing you to feel every inch of him buried inside you.
Pleasure hit so hard it bordered on painful.
You sobbed against his hand.
āFuck,ā he whispered shakily.
Then he pulled his hand away just enough for you to gasp in airāand immediately cry out again when he picked up speed.
The headboard started knocking against the wall in a punishing rhythm.
āBuckāBucky, oh my godāright thereāā
āQuiet, sweetheart,ā he begged, but his own voice cracked with arousal.
His face was burning hot where it pressed into your hair.
The terrifying Winter Soldierāthe man who could dismantle a room full of enemies without blinkingāwas somehow shy about how loud he made you in bed.
You loved it.
So you deliberately moaned louder on the next thrust.
Bucky choked on a breath behind you.
āYouāre doing this on purpose,ā he growled, though there was a breathless laugh tangled in the words.
His arm slid beneath your stomach suddenly, hauling you upward so your back arched deeper.
The new angle was devastating.
He drilled into you harder immediately, each stroke punching stars behind your eyelids.
āYesāfuck, yes!ā
The cry tore out of you loud enough that you were positive the neighbors could hear every word.
Your walls fluttered around him as your orgasm started building hard and fast.
Bucky made a helpless sound.
Then his hand returned to your mouthāexcept this time two fingers slipped between your lips.
āSuck,ā he whispered.
Shy voice.
Commanding tone.
You moaned around his fingers obediently while he kept railing you from behind, hips snapping forward with brutal precision.
The wet sounds in the room were obscene now.
Your muffled cries.
His uneven breathing.
The slick drag of his cock driving into you over and over again.
Bucky was losing control.
You could feel it in the way his thrusts turned erraticādeeper, rougher, desperate for the way your body clenched around him.
āYou feel so good,ā he rasped into your ear. āSo tight. So loud for me. Fuckā¦ shouldnāt like it this muchā¦ā
That did it.
Your orgasm hit like a wave.
Your entire body seized as you came with a scream that his fingers barely managed to muffle. Your pussy pulsed hard around him, milking him while your legs nearly gave out beneath you.
Bucky groaned brokenly behind you, hips stuttering as he fucked you through it anyway, dragging the orgasm out until you were shaking.
Only then did he finally ease you down onto the mattress.
But he didnāt pull out.
Instead, he followed you down completely, covering your body with his own while staying buried deep inside you.
Slow rolls of his hips replaced the punishing thrusts from before, keeping the pleasure simmering low in your stomach while you both fought to catch your breath.
āGonna be the death of me,ā he murmured softly against your temple before pressing a kiss there.
His voice had gone bashful again.
Sweet.
āCanāt believe how loud you get,ā he admitted. āMakes me crazy.ā
You turned your head enough to grin at him despite how completely wrecked you felt.
āGood,ā you whispered. āWant the whole world to know what you do to me, Sergeant.ā
Bucky groaned immediately and buried his burning face into your neck.
But his hips still gave one firm, possessive thrust anyway.
You moaned againāquieter this time, but not quiet enough.
āBabyā¦ā he warned weakly, half laughing, half desperate.
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AN: Sadly we're going to have to do away with the taglist as Tumblr has terminated my account twice over the span of an hour for tagging folks in the comments. As deeply frustrating as this is I prefer to keep my blog active so moving forward I guess just make sure you're following the blog for updates or turn on notifications.
Summary: Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
PREQUEL TO:
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
Every year on the third of October Brendon visits the PittsburghĀ Zoo &Ā Aquarium. He walks past the lions, the tigers, the giraffes and the elephants, heading straight towards the huge glass tunnel that houses the sharks. He spends a couple of hours there watching the blacktips and the zebras swim overhead, roaming the tunnel back and before he leaves and clocks in for an evening shift at the PTMC.
This year though, this year itās different.
Itās the first time heās brought you to the aquarium, and instead of wandering the tunnel alone lost in his thoughts, he finds himself with explaining all the silly little details heās come to learn throughout the years about the creatures that captured his sonās heart.
āToby forced me to learn everything about these things.ā He reveals as you stand in the centre of the tunnel with your head tilted back, watching a tiger shark swim itās way over you. The expression on your face is one of wonderment and it takes him back to the days he used to come here with his son, his tiny hand reaching up as if to stroke its belly. āWeād lie in our sleeping bags on the floor of our living room, watching the discovery channel documentaries until he fell asleep.ā
He smiles affectionately at the thought, a dull ache blossoming in his chest. Memories like this, they used to hurt all the time when he was alone. Now theyāre things he can look on fondly. Snapshots of the time he had with his son, instead of mourning the loss. āHe used to love just watching the big sharks and the little sharks swim together, he used to point them out and say ālook daddy, itās usā.ā
āHe sounds like a very special little boy.ā Your fingers entwining with his as you continue your journey through the tunnel, the water shimmering as the sharks glide past.
āHe was.ā Brendon says, clearing his throat against the ball of emotion thatās unspooling in his chest. āHe was the very best kid but then again Iām biased.ā
Your lips tug up into a smile, and that pain itās replaced with something else. Sharing these parts of himself with you, it heals him in a way he couldnāt fathom before. He always thought he was honouring his son by keeping his memories held close to his chest but he realises now that he was grieving, that they were too big to process so he locked them away. Then you barged in right into his life in that bossy way of yours and jammed the key into the lock, and nowā¦
Now he can talk about his kid again.
āThereās something I have to do before we leave.ā He tells you, tilting his head towards the donor wall. Empathy and understanding cross your features as you squeeze his hand before letting go.
āTake your time.ā You say before jerking your thumb back towards the tunnel. Ā āIām kinda digging the vibe in there so Iām going to do another walk through. You know where I am if you need me.ā
He waits until youāve disappeared into the shark infested waters before he faces the plagues lining the donor wall. Tobyās used to be the only one but now itās a collection of cast bronze with dozens of names etched into them. It brings him comfort to know that is son is amongst friends in that way, that heās probably talking the ear off other shark enthusiasts.
He finds his own plague, the one he had made almost a decade ago. Itās been well maintained over the years, cleaned daily. He appreciates that more than he can admit. It means that Toby hasnāt been forgotten that heās still as treasured as the days he walked these halls spouting off facts.
His fingertips run over the letters, tracing over the carvings as he smiles softly at the words.
In loving memory of Tobias Park ā the original Baby Shark.
āHappy Birthday, kid.ā He whispers, his voice barely more than a rasp as his eyes start to prick. āDaddy still misses you every single day.ā
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Summary: Joe tries to reach out when he realises you're struggling with the time you spent undercover.
Companion piece to:
Cuffs (NSFW) - Joe doesnāt want a one night standā¦ not with you.
Dress Blues - Joe is forced to dress up for his meeting with the commissoner.
Joe Fucking HillĀ -Ā Youāre there for Joe when he has a crisis of identity.
Good Girl (NSFW)Ā -Ā Youāre not always such a good girl.
DownpourĀ -Ā Joe has something very important he needs to say to you.
Fight NightĀ -Ā The one thing Joe canāt stand is people talking shit about you.
The DetailsĀ -Ā Joe returns home to find you in bed after a long undercover op.
The RatĀ -Ā You take matters into your own hands when someone breaks into your apartment.
Joe doesnāt realise youāre having nightmares. Not until he wakes up at 3am to discover you gone from the bedsheets beside him and your running shoes missing. He sighs as he stares at the vacant space next to his boots. He used to go running too when the bad dreams came, heād spend his nights pounding pavement, music turned up to the point where he didnāt have to think.
Undercover opsā¦
They do a lot of good for NYPD, taking down dangerous criminals, disbanding malevolent organisations but they erode the people who undertake them. They scratch off the shine of who they used to be, leaving behind someone else, someone different.
Joe, he gets that, heās lived it. Hell, he expected it when you walked back through the door after six months UC, but the thing isā¦ he doesnāt think you did. He doesnāt think you expected all the little changes that alter your psyche when you become someone else. The mundane elements like your new routine, the way you take your coffee, the fact you sleep with the door just the tiniest bit a jar so you can hear a footstep in the hall.
He doesnāt think you accounted for any of those things.
Heās waiting for you, when you get back. Sitting at the kitchen table, sipping hot chocolate just like his mom used to make when he couldnāt sleep. He uses the tips of his fingers to push your own mug towards you when you take a seat across from him. You wrap your palm around it, cradling it to your chest as you wait for him to speak.
āYou donāt need to run from me.ā He says softly into the space between you. āYou donāt have to hide what youāve been through, Iāve been there, I knowā¦ā
He trails off, his lips pursing together into a sympathetic line as he reaches for your hand. His thumb skims over the bruised knuckles you came home with from your time away, his eyes land on the cut thatās healing on your cheek, the vibrant colours fading now as the dawn breaks through the window of the kitchen.
āWhen youāre ready, I want to hear it.ā He tells you as you look away, your jaw line quivering. āI want you to tell me everything youāve been through over the past six months.ā
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AN: Sadly we're going to have to do away with the taglist as Tumblr has terminated my account twice over the span of an hour for tagging folks in the comments. As deeply frustrating as this is I prefer to keep my blog active so moving forward I guess just make sure you're following the blog for updates or turn on notifcations.
Summary: Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
Ten days post op and youāve become a serial absconder.
Brendonās lost track of the number of times heās dropped by your room between surgeries to find your bed empty and a pink post it note on your pillow. You should be completely tuckered out after your morning physio sessions but instead, youāre driving the nurses crazy with your disappearing acts.
The interesting part is you have accomplices. People who understand you need enrichment activities in order to function.
Robby and Jesse sneaking you out to play with Trouble in the memorial garden.
Whitaker whisking you away to the gift shop for new books.
Abbot leading you up to the eighth floor for the wheelchair races that he thinks Brendon doesnāt know about. Itās why you have a small stack of cash sitting alongside your bed, Abbot doesnāt use a wheelchair too often anymore, heās got a little rusty with the manoeuvrability.
āWho broke her out today?ā He asks Michelle, the nurse on duty for overseeing the ward during the handover period. Heās just finished up a Shoulder Arthroscopy and has an hour before his ACL Reconstruction.
āGarcia this time.ā Michelle informs him, rubbing an agitated hand across her forehead. She seems to be the most irritated by your antics. āThe Whitakers had their baby a couple of hours ago, and she wanted to see if they needed anything. I thought she would have texted you.ā
That is big news. Huge news in fact. He knows the Whitakers donāt have any family in the city, that Dennis barely speaks to his folks back home in Nebraska except his brother Rick, and Lola was a ward of the system before striking out on her own. Their support network is a patchwork of friends theyāve made along the way, a found family just like his.
āMy phones in my locker.ā Brendon tells her, waving his hand dismissively at her snarky tone. He hates the way she doesnāt use your name, itās always a harsh she whenever they talk about your wellbeing and itās really starting to piss him off. āI just wanted to check in and see how physio went, but I think Iāll take a trip down to maternity ward, see how baby Whitaker is doing.ā
āDoctor Park.ā Michelle calls out as he pushes away from the desk. āI was sorry to hear about the weddingā¦if you need to talk about itā¦ā
There have been several offers like this since news got around the two of you called off the wedding. Thereās a theory that the two of you are hurtling towards a breakup, that heās only sticking around long enough for you to get back on your feet before he takes off for greener pastures. The thought of it is absolutely abhorrent to the man who spends his evenings catching the game in your room or fighting over what movie to watch and trying not to spill popcorn onto your bed.
It leaves a bad taste in his mouth as he takes the elevator up to the maternity ward. Heās just about managed to shake it off by the time he gets the Whitakerās room number from the ward administrator. The door is open when he swings through it, but fledging parents are nowhere to be found, instead there you are, wheelchair drawn up alongside a plastic bassinette, watching over the tiny person swaddled up inside.
āDennis is helping Lola take a shower.ā You explain, never taking your eyes off the bundle of joy nestled in her blanket. āShe looks just like him doesnāt she? Sheās got Lolaās hair but those eyesā¦ā
āTheyāre farmboi all the way.ā Brendon agrees as he crosses his arms over his chest. Thereās an ache in heart, a dull pain that makes it hard to breath as he watches you with the baby. āWhat did they name her?ā
āMia.ā You say and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he stares down at the child. She stares back, those vivid blue eyes fixating on him as her tiny lips smack together. She starts to fuss and something in Brendonās chest cracks at the sound. Itās so familiar to the one Toby used to make, but so different too.
āDo you thinkā¦ do you think theyād be ok with me holding her?ā He asks softly as those cries get louder, grating against his nerves.
āSheās been passed around like a football over the past few hours, Iām sure theyāll be fine with it.ā You say, scooting your chair back a couple of inches to give him some space.
He reaches into the bassinet, drawing the tiny bundle into his arms. Sheās lighter than Toby was, his boy has been a heavy baby just like him. Mia settles almost immediately, her ear pressed to the thrum of his heart as it beats wildly in his chest.
āI thought this would be a lot harder than it is.ā He admits, shifting so that heās supporting the babyās head better in the crook of his elbow. āI stayed away from kids for a long time after Tobyā¦ this feels ok, it feelsā¦good.ā
āIād be careful wielding that baby. Donāt want all of those nurses that are trying to get into your pants heads exploding at the thought of playing happy families with you.ā You tease as he sits down on the edge of the bed so that the two of you are on a similar level.
The fact youāve clocked that doesnāt surprise him, but it does infuriate him because he finds it so fucking disrespectful that they treat you as if you arenāt there while theyāre doing it. You seem to be taking it in your stride through. He isnāt sure if itās the faith you have in him, or the fact you have bigger things to worry about.
Your fingertip smooths over Miaās delicate cheek and she smacks her lips together, bubbles appearing across them. āI canāt believe they made such a tiny person.ā
āRae, I know we talked about this butā¦ does this change anything for you?ā He says, thinking back to the look in your eyes when he first walked in. There was such a tenderness in your expression, a love he never saw from Rowena even with their own son. āI know Iāve had a vasectomy but there are other options if youāve changed your mind-ā
āNo.ā A soft smile plays across your features as you look down at Mia. āI think being god mother to this little one will be enough for meā¦ that and you knowā¦ the dog weāll be getting when I heal up since Trouble wants to stick with his dog daddies.ā
āYes, Trouble is proving hard to lure over to the dark side.ā Brendon sighs thinking of his Godpuppy. Heād brought a lot of joy to your lives even before the accident, and now that the house is almost finished, the two of you will definitely have the space for an additional furry family member. āHeās Robby and Jesseās baby through and through.ā
āYou are very cute though Miaā¦ā You console the child in his arms. āOh, sheās making a faceā¦ā
āThatās because sheās pooping.ā Brandon informs you, his nose wrinkling as the smell hits him. āChrist, I do not miss that.ā
You roll your chair back as Whitaker steps through the door. Lolaās arm is threaded through his as he supports her back to the bed. She looks almost rejuvenated after her shower, her gaze comes to rest on the baby in Brendonās arms as he holds her out towards her father.
āJust in time.ā Brendon says handing Mia over. Whitaker takes her with a special kind of gentleness, one that Brendon remembers from his own experiences as a first-time dad. Ā āSheās ready for her first diaper change. I can help if youāre not sure. The first time I did Tobyāsā¦ā
He trails off, the words dying on his tongue. He senses Whitakerās confusion before the reality dawns on him. After what happened with Rowena and that video everybody knows he had a son, that he passed away before he got to live a full, meaningful life.
āYeah.ā Whitaker says as he looks up at Brendon, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. āI think we could use all the help we can get.ā
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I mean.. I completely understand what Rae's cabin fever, I feel like in her position I would also have accomplices to help me escape, especially if nurse ratchett in there is being a judgey bish without knowing the full story (ąø ā¢Ģ_ā¢Ģ)ąø
AN: Sadly we're going to have to do away with the taglist as Tumblr has terminated my account twice over the span of an hour for tagging folks in the comments. As deeply frustrating as this is I prefer to keep my blog active so moving forward I guess just make sure you're following the blog for updates or turn on notifcations.
Summary: Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
Ten days post op and youāve become a serial absconder.
Brendonās lost track of the number of times heās dropped by your room between surgeries to find your bed empty and a pink post it note on your pillow. You should be completely tuckered out after your morning physio sessions but instead, youāre driving the nurses crazy with your disappearing acts.
The interesting part is you have accomplices. People who understand you need enrichment activities in order to function.
Robby and Jesse sneaking you out to play with Trouble in the memorial garden.
Whitaker whisking you away to the gift shop for new books.
Abbot leading you up to the eighth floor for the wheelchair races that he thinks Brendon doesnāt know about. Itās why you have a small stack of cash sitting alongside your bed, Abbot doesnāt use a wheelchair too often anymore, heās got a little rusty with the manoeuvrability.
āWho broke her out today?ā He asks Michelle, the nurse on duty for overseeing the ward during the handover period. Heās just finished up a Shoulder Arthroscopy and has an hour before his ACL Reconstruction.
āGarcia this time.ā Michelle informs him, rubbing an agitated hand across her forehead. She seems to be the most irritated by your antics. āThe Whitakers had their baby a couple of hours ago, and she wanted to see if they needed anything. I thought she would have texted you.ā
That is big news. Huge news in fact. He knows the Whitakers donāt have any family in the city, that Dennis barely speaks to his folks back home in Nebraska except his brother Rick, and Lola was a ward of the system before striking out on her own. Their support network is a patchwork of friends theyāve made along the way, a found family just like his.
āMy phones in my locker.ā Brendon tells her, waving his hand dismissively at her snarky tone. He hates the way she doesnāt use your name, itās always a harsh she whenever they talk about your wellbeing and itās really starting to piss him off. āI just wanted to check in and see how physio went, but I think Iāll take a trip down to maternity ward, see how baby Whitaker is doing.ā
āDoctor Park.ā Michelle calls out as he pushes away from the desk. āI was sorry to hear about the weddingā¦if you need to talk about itā¦ā
There have been several offers like this since news got around the two of you called off the wedding. Thereās a theory that the two of you are hurtling towards a breakup, that heās only sticking around long enough for you to get back on your feet before he takes off for greener pastures. The thought of it is absolutely abhorrent to the man who spends his evenings catching the game in your room or fighting over what movie to watch and trying not to spill popcorn onto your bed.
It leaves a bad taste in his mouth as he takes the elevator up to the maternity ward. Heās just about managed to shake it off by the time he gets the Whitakerās room number from the ward administrator. The door is open when he swings through it, but fledging parents are nowhere to be found, instead there you are, wheelchair drawn up alongside a plastic bassinette, watching over the tiny person swaddled up inside.
āDennis is helping Lola take a shower.ā You explain, never taking your eyes off the bundle of joy nestled in her blanket. āShe looks just like him doesnāt she? Sheās got Lolaās hair but those eyesā¦ā
āTheyāre farmboi all the way.ā Brendon agrees as he crosses his arms over his chest. Thereās an ache in heart, a dull pain that makes it hard to breath as he watches you with the baby. āWhat did they name her?ā
āMia.ā You say and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he stares down at the child. She stares back, those vivid blue eyes fixating on him as her tiny lips smack together. She starts to fuss and something in Brendonās chest cracks at the sound. Itās so familiar to the one Toby used to make, but so different too.
āDo you thinkā¦ do you think theyād be ok with me holding her?ā He asks softly as those cries get louder, grating against his nerves.
āSheās been passed around like a football over the past few hours, Iām sure theyāll be fine with it.ā You say, scooting your chair back a couple of inches to give him some space.
He reaches into the bassinet, drawing the tiny bundle into his arms. Sheās lighter than Toby was, his boy has been a heavy baby just like him. Mia settles almost immediately, her ear pressed to the thrum of his heart as it beats wildly in his chest.
āI thought this would be a lot harder than it is.ā He admits, shifting so that heās supporting the babyās head better in the crook of his elbow. āI stayed away from kids for a long time after Tobyā¦ this feels ok, it feelsā¦good.ā
āIād be careful wielding that baby. Donāt want all of those nurses that are trying to get into your pants heads exploding at the thought of playing happy families with you.ā You tease as he sits down on the edge of the bed so that the two of you are on a similar level.
The fact youāve clocked that doesnāt surprise him, but it does infuriate him because he finds it so fucking disrespectful that they treat you as if you arenāt there while theyāre doing it. You seem to be taking it in your stride through. He isnāt sure if itās the faith you have in him, or the fact you have bigger things to worry about.
Your fingertip smooths over Miaās delicate cheek and she smacks her lips together, bubbles appearing across them. āI canāt believe they made such a tiny person.ā
āRae, I know we talked about this butā¦ does this change anything for you?ā He says, thinking back to the look in your eyes when he first walked in. There was such a tenderness in your expression, a love he never saw from Rowena even with their own son. āI know Iāve had a vasectomy but there are other options if youāve changed your mind-ā
āNo.ā A soft smile plays across your features as you look down at Mia. āI think being god mother to this little one will be enough for meā¦ that and you knowā¦ the dog weāll be getting when I heal up since Trouble wants to stick with his dog daddies.ā
āYes, Trouble is proving hard to lure over to the dark side.ā Brendon sighs thinking of his Godpuppy. Heād brought a lot of joy to your lives even before the accident, and now that the house is almost finished, the two of you will definitely have the space for an additional furry family member. āHeās Robby and Jesseās baby through and through.ā
āYou are very cute though Miaā¦ā You console the child in his arms. āOh, sheās making a faceā¦ā
āThatās because sheās pooping.ā Brandon informs you, his nose wrinkling as the smell hits him. āChrist, I do not miss that.ā
You roll your chair back as Whitaker steps through the door. Lolaās arm is threaded through his as he supports her back to the bed. She looks almost rejuvenated after her shower, her gaze comes to rest on the baby in Brendonās arms as he holds her out towards her father.
āJust in time.ā Brendon says handing Mia over. Whitaker takes her with a special kind of gentleness, one that Brendon remembers from his own experiences as a first-time dad. Ā āSheās ready for her first diaper change. I can help if youāre not sure. The first time I did Tobyāsā¦ā
He trails off, the words dying on his tongue. He senses Whitakerās confusion before the reality dawns on him. After what happened with Rowena and that video everybody knows he had a son, that he passed away before he got to live a full, meaningful life.
āYeah.ā Whitaker says as he looks up at Brendon, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. āI think we could use all the help we can get.ā
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The Best the Ravens Have Ever Looked: Brendon Park x Reader (NSFW)
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Summary: Brendon has a real problem with your shorts.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
The shorts have always been a problem.
When youāre recovering from a below the knee amputation, theyāre a staple. They grant easy access to the wound site and are more comfortable when it comes to swelling management because they arenāt as confining as regular pants.
For Brendon they are absolute torture.
It doesnāt matter if itās the cycling shorts, cute pjs, or those ones you wear to physio they unlock something in Brendon that makes him fucking feral. They have done ever since that first night at Jesseās.
Although his libido has taken a hit over the past three weeks. Itās back with a vengeance now as he watches you do a quad set on the bed in preparation for your official sign off later this afternoon.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Each motion of your leg gives him a flash of those panties underneath, the rainbow ones heās tugged off with his teeth many a time. His cock swells underneath his scrubs, throbbing as he tries to count your reps and focus on anything other than whatās going on underneath those shorts.
āWhatās getting you all hot and bothered over there?ā You tease as you ease your bandaged limb back down onto the mattress before letting out a long exhale. He thought he was doing a good job of hiding his arousal but it appears he canāt escape your eagle eye.
āItās the shorts.ā He admits, gesturing towards the forest green gym shorts youāre wearing. āTheyāve always done a little something for me.ā
āOh.ā You say, propping yourself up on your elbows, your gaze lowering to the defined shape of his dick amongst the navy-blue fabric of his scrubs. āAre youā¦ā
āDripping.ā He finishes, clearing his throat as he tries to disguise his treacherous cock within the clever folds of the fabric. āI have blue balls constantly.ā
You huff out a laugh, and he pouts at your revelry at his misfortune. āThe fact youāre so mean to me only makes it worse.ā He tells you, his cock pulsing as that sound sends electricity crackling through his body. āItās a glutton for punishment.ā
āNo, itās not thatā¦ although that is a little funny.ā You say hauling yourself up into a sitting position. You hand runs through your hair, pushing it back away from your features. āIām just relieved that little Brendonās taking an interest.ā
He understands that youāre building a new relationship with your body, that you might not feel as attractive as you once did. Reclaiming that sense of self, itās one of the hardest parts of being an amputee.
āWell heās currently trying to battle his way out of my scrubs right now.ā Brendon points at the tent heās pitching. āAnd I thought we agreed it was above average.ā
āI think we need to check again like that time we were roleplaying slutty professor.ā You drawl out the words as you shift onto the edge of the bed, your good knee hooked over the edge. āRemember how much you liked the sting of the riding crop when you were being a naughty boy.ā
His teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle the groan that tears from his chest. He vividly recalls that night, the sight of you in a leather pencil skirt and glasses, the bite of the crop on his thighs because he couldnāt keep his hands to himself.
āChrist, youāre going to make me come in my pants with this shit.ā He mutters, raising his eyes to the water stained ceiling and trying to think of anything other than you edging the fuck out of him while wearing a pair of lace gloves. Ā
Arthroscopies, fracture repairs. He tries to run through each of the procedures in his head to make his dick stop its rampant torment.
āBrendon.ā You interrupt him his thoughts. āCome here.ā
Youāre using that tone again, the deviant sexy one from that night. He obeys on impulse, his feet finding their way to you, taking up residence in front of you. His dick twitches against the inside of his scrubs as you toy with the drawstrings.
āI donāt want you to feel like you have toā¦ā
āI know.ā You run your hand up the length of his cock through his scrubs and he spits out a curse, his hips arching on their own accord as you fondle him. āI actually miss this part a lot and just because Iām out of action until my doctor signs off doesnāt mean you canāt get any action.ā
āRaeā¦ā He breathes but then the cold air hits his dick as his scrubs are drawn down, your warm fingers wrapping around his cock.
āOh baby, you really did miss me didnāt you.ā You smirk as you run your palm over the tip of his dick, smearing the drops of pre-cum over it before you pump him lightly. āYouāre practically leaking all over my hand.ā
Fuck this feels good, your hand gliding up and down his cock, squeezing his dick the way you know he likes it.
āWhen youāre readyā¦ā His words come between ragged pants, his chest heaving as a lightning storm starts to crackle under his skin, his lower back starting to tingle. āIām going to bury my face between your thighs and tongue fuck you the life out of you.ā
āBrendon.ā You tut, that wicked smile crossing your features as he thrusts into your grasp, chasing his release. āYou think I donāt lie here thinking about that, that I donāt get wet imagining you touching me.ā
āAre you wet now Rae?ā His voice is a rasp, his entire body trembling with ecstasy as you hold him right there on the precipice. āPlease baby, let me taste you.ā
Your hand delves underneath the waistband of your shorts, your fingers coming out glistening. He moans at the sight before you press them to his lips, smearing your taste across them. He opens his mouth, your flavour bursting on his tongue as you press down it. His hips piston into your fist, his moans muffled as the rapture surges up in him like thunder, crashing through his nerve endings, stealing away his breath until heās erupting all over that pilled Ravens t-shirt, his white-hot streaks of cum spattering across the letters on your tits.
āFuck.ā He mutters as he stares down at the mess heās left. āThatās the best the Ravens have ever looked.ā
āYouāre such a fucking asshole.ā You say fondly, stripping the shirt off from your body and tossing it into your dirty laundry bag. His gaze strays down to your sports bra, to those perfect tits pushed together.
āNext time, Iām going to come right here.ā He murmurs, his fingertips trailing along your cleavage. āAfter I take my time giving you all the love that you deserve.ā
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AN: I thought we'd take a break from the angst to share a little fun moment between these two. This connects to my Robby and Jesse stories, so a few of you may recognise a little mention of a certain someone.
Summary: Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
Set After:
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Set Before:
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Thereās a protein bar in your pocket.
You donāt know how it got there or when it got there, only that it is there at exactly the right time you need it. If you donāt get something in your stomach in the next thirty seconds, youāre going to combust. You drop onto the wheelie stool in front of the computer, one hand swiping your card across the reader unlocking it, the other grasping the protein bar as you tear off the wrapper with your teeth, tossing it onto the desk alongside the mouse.
Your gaze lingers on it as you chew, because you know that brand, itās the one Park has stored away in his kitchen cupboards. You withdraw your phone from your pocket, tapping on the display to bring up your shared text thread.
Rae: I have questions about how you were able to sneak a protein bar into the pocket of my scrubs without me noticing.
š¦: I had a very misspend youthā¦ Besides youāll need your strength for later on š š¦ š„
Rae: Canāt tonight Iāve got plans.
Ā š¦: Youāre fucking with me.
Rae: Got a date.
š¦: Is he prettier than me?
Rae: *sends screenshot
š¦: Ouch. Canāt compete with that.
Rae: Yeah, Iām looking after the little fella for Jesse. Robbyās away on a CPD course and heās gonna be stuck at the hospital for a while. He didnāt want to leave Trouble alone for too long, so I volunteered to take care of him for the evening. Looks like itāll just be you and your hand tonight.
š¦: You know Iām really great with dogs.
Rae: Uh huhā¦
š¦: Like the best.
Rae: And what will you say when Jesse comes to pick him up and finds you in my apartment?
š¦: Whoās to say Jesse doesnāt already know about the two of us?
Rae: Are you for real right now?
š¦: We fucked in his spare room, you think he didnāt figure that out right away?
Rae: OMFGā¦ is that why he always has that knowing look in his eye when he asks me how my nightās been???
š¦: Iām not giving him details if thatās what youāre asking, he just picks up on stuff.
Rae: What kind of stuff?
š¦: The fact you seem less stressed these days, happier.
Rae: Thatās not because of you. I got some new bathsalts, theyāre helping me sleep.
š¦: Alright princess, whatever you say š Did we agree that I could come over to play with the puppy?
Rae: Only because I need someone to pick up his poop when I take him for a walk. That will be your job since youāve decided to puppysit with me.
š¦: Youāre a harsh mistress but I find the terms agreeable. Iāll be round later with treatsā¦ for the dog of course.
Rae: Uh huhā¦
š¦: And you know if you wanna show me how those bathsalts work after heās goneā¦ I mean I could use a good night sleep too.
Rae: Fineā¦ but only because I want to see you try and fit in my tub.
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@bullet-prooflove all while she's dying with laughter and badly failing to help him out and threatening to call Jesse and Abbott for help ššššš
AN: I thought we'd take a break from the angst to share a little fun moment between these two. This connects to my Robby and Jesse stories, so a few of you may recognise a little mention of a certain someone.
Summary: Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
Set After:
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Set Before:
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Thereās a protein bar in your pocket.
You donāt know how it got there or when it got there, only that it is there at exactly the right time you need it. If you donāt get something in your stomach in the next thirty seconds, youāre going to combust. You drop onto the wheelie stool in front of the computer, one hand swiping your card across the reader unlocking it, the other grasping the protein bar as you tear off the wrapper with your teeth, tossing it onto the desk alongside the mouse.
Your gaze lingers on it as you chew, because you know that brand, itās the one Park has stored away in his kitchen cupboards. You withdraw your phone from your pocket, tapping on the display to bring up your shared text thread.
Rae: I have questions about how you were able to sneak a protein bar into the pocket of my scrubs without me noticing.
š¦: I had a very misspend youthā¦ Besides youāll need your strength for later on š š¦ š„
Rae: Canāt tonight Iāve got plans.
Ā š¦: Youāre fucking with me.
Rae: Got a date.
š¦: Is he prettier than me?
Rae: *sends screenshot
š¦: Ouch. Canāt compete with that.
Rae: Yeah, Iām looking after the little fella for Jesse. Robbyās away on a CPD course and heās gonna be stuck at the hospital for a while. He didnāt want to leave Trouble alone for too long, so I volunteered to take care of him for the evening. Looks like itāll just be you and your hand tonight.
š¦: You know Iām really great with dogs.
Rae: Uh huhā¦
š¦: Like the best.
Rae: And what will you say when Jesse comes to pick him up and finds you in my apartment?
š¦: Whoās to say Jesse doesnāt already know about the two of us?
Rae: Are you for real right now?
š¦: We fucked in his spare room, you think he didnāt figure that out right away?
Rae: OMFGā¦ is that why he always has that knowing look in his eye when he asks me how my nightās been???
š¦: Iām not giving him details if thatās what youāre asking, he just picks up on stuff.
Rae: What kind of stuff?
š¦: The fact you seem less stressed these days, happier.
Rae: Thatās not because of you. I got some new bathsalts, theyāre helping me sleep.
š¦: Alright princess, whatever you say š Did we agree that I could come over to play with the puppy?
Rae: Only because I need someone to pick up his poop when I take him for a walk. That will be your job since youāve decided to puppysit with me.
š¦: Youāre a harsh mistress but I find the terms agreeable. Iāll be round later with treatsā¦ for the dog of course.
Rae: Uh huhā¦
š¦: And you know if you wanna show me how those bathsalts work after heās goneā¦ I mean I could use a good night sleep too.
Rae: Fineā¦ but only because I want to see you try and fit in my tub.
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@bullet-prooflove all while she's dying with laughter and badly failing to help him out and threatening to call Jesse and Abbott for help ššššš
AN: I thought we'd take a break from the angst to share a little fun moment between these two. This connects to my Robby and Jesse stories, so a few of you may recognise a little mention of a certain someone.
Summary: Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
Set After:
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Set Before:
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Thereās a protein bar in your pocket.
You donāt know how it got there or when it got there, only that it is there at exactly the right time you need it. If you donāt get something in your stomach in the next thirty seconds, youāre going to combust. You drop onto the wheelie stool in front of the computer, one hand swiping your card across the reader unlocking it, the other grasping the protein bar as you tear off the wrapper with your teeth, tossing it onto the desk alongside the mouse.
Your gaze lingers on it as you chew, because you know that brand, itās the one Park has stored away in his kitchen cupboards. You withdraw your phone from your pocket, tapping on the display to bring up your shared text thread.
Rae: I have questions about how you were able to sneak a protein bar into the pocket of my scrubs without me noticing.
š¦: I had a very misspend youthā¦ Besides youāll need your strength for later on š š¦ š„
Rae: Canāt tonight Iāve got plans.
Ā š¦: Youāre fucking with me.
Rae: Got a date.
š¦: Is he prettier than me?
Rae: *sends screenshot
š¦: Ouch. Canāt compete with that.
Rae: Yeah, Iām looking after the little fella for Jesse. Robbyās away on a CPD course and heās gonna be stuck at the hospital for a while. He didnāt want to leave Trouble alone for too long, so I volunteered to take care of him for the evening. Looks like itāll just be you and your hand tonight.
š¦: You know Iām really great with dogs.
Rae: Uh huhā¦
š¦: Like the best.
Rae: And what will you say when Jesse comes to pick him up and finds you in my apartment?
š¦: Whoās to say Jesse doesnāt already know about the two of us?
Rae: Are you for real right now?
š¦: We fucked in his spare room, you think he didnāt figure that out right away?
Rae: OMFGā¦ is that why he always has that knowing look in his eye when he asks me how my nightās been???
š¦: Iām not giving him details if thatās what youāre asking, he just picks up on stuff.
Rae: What kind of stuff?
š¦: The fact you seem less stressed these days, happier.
Rae: Thatās not because of you. I got some new bathsalts, theyāre helping me sleep.
š¦: Alright princess, whatever you say š Did we agree that I could come over to play with the puppy?
Rae: Only because I need someone to pick up his poop when I take him for a walk. That will be your job since youāve decided to puppysit with me.
š¦: Youāre a harsh mistress but I find the terms agreeable. Iāll be round later with treatsā¦ for the dog of course.
Rae: Uh huhā¦
š¦: And you know if you wanna show me how those bathsalts work after heās goneā¦ I mean I could use a good night sleep too.
Rae: Fineā¦ but only because I want to see you try and fit in my tub.
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AN: So confession time... this was always the end game. It just took me a while to work my way there.
Summary: Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Set After:
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
Brendonās thinking about the wedding venue when he gets the call out.
Youād spent the weekend touring intimate locations around the city, looking for somewhere that felt like just the right place. The old Brendon, the one he was before meeting you, would have been climbing the walls trying to escape this fate, but the man he is now had loved every damn second of it because it represents a future, one that he almost never allowed himself to have.
The two of you had settled on The Art Room, a venue in the Strip District that combines industrial charm with fine arts sophistication. Itās run by the PA Market, a restaurant a few blocks over that offers world class cuisine.
All I want is good food, a little music and you, youād told him when he was pulling together the list of places to view.
Brendon, he just wants to make your dreams come true, so he plays to his strengths, utilising the details heās picked up over the course of the relationship. How much you love the fall, your preference for warm low lighting in the evenings, the fact youāre drawn to bold, interesting art.
āWhitaker wants to do the buttonholes and my bouquet as a wedding gift.ā Youād told him last night when you were leaning over the dining table in his condo wearing nothing but his Steelers t-shirt. Heās barely used it during his entire residence at the condo but now itās become wedding planning HQ with seating plans, a timeline of deposits and a provisional running order for the big day in a couple of monthsā time. āApparently he used to do stuff like this when he was living in Broken Bow for all their country weddings.ā
āI need to see proof of his work.ā Brendon informs you as you pick up your phone bringing up the chat thread between you and Whitaker. You hand it to him, and he is very surprised by the level of intricacy that farmboi doctor has put into the floral arrangements on screen. āIf he wants to do them and youāre happy with it, then I agree. But heās not paying for it. His wife is about to give birth and heās gonna need that residency salary for diapers.ā
āDonāt worry your pretty little head about it.ā You tell him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders from behind, your cheek pressing against his as you survey his hard work. āWeāre going to the flower market tomorrow because he wants to āfind my vibeā and mock up something to show you. I have your black Amex already tucked away in my purse, so Iāll make sure I pay for it before he has a chance.ā
Thatās where you are right now. Youād begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed before five this morning because Whitaker runs on Nebraska farm time and wants to get there as soon as it opens. Youād sent a picture of the two of you in the greenhouse surrounded by acres of flowers, you with sunglasses and a vat of coffee in your hand and Whitaker giving a thumbs up with the biggest smile.
āItās disgusting how cheerful he is for this ungodly hour.ā Youāve written underneath. Heād smiled before placing the phone in the top shelf of his locker and changing into his scrubs so he could check out todayās surgery board.
An hour later heās hitching a ride in an ambulance with Jack Abbot, who by the grace of God was still on shift when dispatch called through about the multi-car pile-up.
āYou ever done one of these before? An onsite amputation?ā The army vet asks him as they sit alongside each other across from the gurney. Theyāre wearing matching insulated PTMC jackets heralding them as part of the medical team.
āYeah.ā Brendon pats the bag alongside him containing the specialised saw and the rest of his medical kit. āThis will by my fourth. Two were a building collapse and my third another RTA.ā
āHm.ā Abbot responds, rechecking the camo rucksack thatās nestled between this thighs as the ambulance starts to slow. āThey survive?ā
āThree out of three so far.āĀ Brendon states, holding up his fingers as Abbot hauls himself to his feet. The ambulance stops, and already Brendon can hear the noise that comes with being in the midst of an active accident scene. Apprehension settles in his chest, the same way it always does. Thereās a reason he prefers the surgical floor, the ordered structure of the operating room, the quiet that comes with it.
āLetās make it four.ā Abbot says as the ambulance door is torn open and the full impact of the scene hits him. āIāll give you an assist and then weāll figure out whatās what at the triage area. Sound good to you?ā
Brendon nods his head before following Abbot out into the fray, his boots hitting the ground as heās thrust into the madness. The whole thing looks like something out of a nightmare. Chaos reigns, with twisted metal, burned rubber and shattered glass jetsoned along the concrete. The stench of petrol fills the air, acrid on his tongue as firefighters struggle to put out a blaze from one of the cars. Through the window, he can make out the shape of a person, unmoving, burning.
This shitā¦ itās the kind of thing you see all of the time, and honestly, he doesnāt understand how the hell you do it.
āYour patient is in the first car.ā A lieutenant with the PBF by the name of Casey tells them as he leads them through the insanity. āWitnesses say it lost control, started weaving across the road. It ended up ploughing into a construction truck carrying concrete cylinders for a draining ditch. One went through the hood, driving the steering column into the front seat, pinning the driver. They have internal bleeding thatās being soaked up by the lungs. Our paramedics are fighting to keep them stable but weāve been advised that the right leg is a crush injury, that if we remove the steering column itāll send a shot of potassium straight into their heart killing them.ā
āAdvised by who?ā Brendon asks taking a set of nitropyrene gloves out of his medical kit and pulling them on. Beside him Abbot is doing the same, his dark eyebrows furrowed as he takes in this new information.
āThe passenger.ā Casey informs him as he guides them around the worst of the wreckage. āHeās one of you, an emergency room doctor from PTMC. We managed to cut him out, but he wonāt leave the driver.
And thatās when he sees the car, the ruby red petals strewn across concrete from the exposed trunk of the hatchback, one that he is intimately familiar with. His footsteps quicken, his heart pounding in his chest as he breaks into a run, the bone saw banging against his hip. He ignores Jackās shout as he bolts towards the driverās side. The door has been ripped off and thereās paramedic monitoring vitals while another holds up an I.V drip, squeezing the plastic bag. Ā
Everything starts to slow, thereās just this violent rush of blood in his ears as the paramedics shift and he sees you sitting there, the steering column jutting into your lower body as you take short, shaky breathes in your seat. Your hand is wrapped around Whitakerās, gripping it so hard, your knuckles are white. The residentās eyes are glossy, red rimmed as his gaze meets Brendonās from the passenger side.
āRaeā¦ā Brendon whispers, his voice ragged as he crouches down alongside the car, taking in the magnitude of what heās about to do.
āYou have to.ā Thereās a wet rasp to your words, your chest heaving as if itās being constricted from the inside. āItās the only way Iāll live.ā
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Summary: Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
Companion piece to:
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
Whiskey, itās always been Brendonās drug of choice.
Some people after they lose a child lose the will to live. They throw themselves off bridges, step under trains but not Brendon. He had fallen back into old habits, numbing the pain instead with his old friend Johnnie Walker.
In the years before his sonās arrival, heād been a functional alcoholic.
At the time he would have said the life and soul of the party.
Ā A fuckboi, you would have called him.
If heās honest with himself, he was a drunk outside of his work hours, scheduling his surgeries for late afternoons so he didnāt have to operate with a hangover.
He worked hard, played hard, fixing up professional athletes at a high-end sports clinic for astronomical fees. He was the best at what he did, focusing on minimally invasive techniques and fast rehabilitations. His spent his evenings in the club, his weekends at the types of parties only celebrities hear a whisper of, and his roster was filled with one-night stands he barely remembers, which incidentally was how his son Tobias was conceived.
He has absolutely no recollection of the puck bunny when she turns up at the clinic five months pregnant with his child, not until she shows him the pictures. Park the Shark, a nickname given to him by an NBA player whose fucked up ankle he fixed, was a messy son of a bitch, leaving a trail of shit that heās spent years and thousands of dollars trying to eradicate from the internet. He demands a paternity test almost immediately and that kidā¦ it turned out to be 100% his.
The moment he realised he was going to be someoneās fatherā¦ his entire universe had been flipped upside down.
His own parents were a haphazard, shitty pair, both with addiction issues. It didnāt take a genius to see where his own had come from.
Iāll do better, heād promised the sonagram on the fridge as his fingertips traced over the shape of his son. Iāll love you the way that I should have been loved.
He stops going to the parties, pours his booze down the sink, replaces his cravings with the gym. By the time his son is born, heās four months sober, and rocking it.
The moment that little boy was placed in his arms, his entire life had changed. His world before Toby was closed off, dull and muted. Now it was cracking open, bursting with colour and vibrance as he stared down at the baby with his eyes and a pert, heart shaped mouth.
He ends up becoming the primary caregiver almost immediately. He half expected it when he had his lawyer draft up the custody agreement because Rowenaās interest wasnāt in how often he got to see his son, it was solely on the amount of child support sheād receive.
That was fine with Brendon. He taken the full paternity leave, doing night feeds with formula because Rowena wanted to get back on the bunny circuit. She was itching for a husband this time, and there were a couple of new rookies on the Penguins who were young, dumb and didnāt know any better.
By the time Toby is four, his mother has only seen him six times in his entire life. She vanishes the moment the kid starts to get upset at the fact a virtual stranger is trying to wrestle him into Gucci dungarees. Brendon tries to partition for full custody, but Rowena fights him on it because she wants to keep that child support money rolling in. Ā
He manages to balance out his work schedule with an elite daycare centre near the clinic, one that focuses on interactive and immersive learning. He picks his son up on the way home, making them both dinner before a bath, story time and bed. He adores the little life they have. The nights snuggled up on the couch watching Pixar movies, the days at the park playing on the swings, the nightlight he has in his own room because Toby likes to sneak into his bed since theyāve switched from a crib to a big boy mattress.
For the first time Brendonās heart is fullā¦
And then he gets that phone call, the one that feels like someone has reached inside his chest and torn his god damn heart out. Ā
There was an accident at daycare, a shoving match between two kids over a stuffed giraffe. Toby wasnāt even been involved, heād been a bystander whoād caught an elbow, fallen back, hit his head on the corner of the table.
By the time Brendon gets to the hospital, his son is brain dead.
The only thing keeping him alive is the ventilator breathing for him.
He canāt explain the way he fractured in that moment, how the pieces of him shattered, crunching underfoot as he was faced with an impossible decision.
Turn off the ventilator and allow Toby to pass peacefully or keep him alive and watch his body start to deteriorate.
He spends two days trying to contact Rowena. The number he has for her isnāt in service, his Instagram messages go unread. Thereās nothing he can do but sit in a hospital chair and watch his son wither away with every hour that goes by. Ā
By day three he canāt take it anymore. He canāt be this cruel to the person he loves the most in this world
He signs the paperwork and holds his sonās tiny hand as he passes away in the early hours of the morning. In the aftermath he sits there, staring at an empty bed as the steely haired nurse with the gold J in his ear arranges for his sonās body to be taken to the funeral home heād recommended.
āTheyāll take very good care of him.ā He promises as he talks Brendon through the process of what happens next. Heās clutching SmuSmu in his hands, a stuffed shark theyād gotten at the aquarium because Toby had heard someone call him by his nickname and thought it was hilarious. āHeās in the best possible hands.ā
The earnestness in that manās voiceā¦
Brendon truly believes him.
Itās two days before the funeral that Rowena finally gets in touch. The things she says, theyāre vicious. He takes them on the chin like the man he is until she accuses him of ending Tobyās life intentionally to hurt her, to stop those child support payments that she needs to fund her lifestyle.
He hangs up on her then, texting her the funeral updates before he delves into the bottom of a bottle. She doesnāt attend and he doesnāt expect her to.
Heās loosening the tie around his throat when he steps off the elevator after the service, and finds two cops at his door. Heās forced to explain the circumstances of his sonsā death, that his mother, who has been absent his entire life is lashing out in her grief.
It gets worse after that, phone calls, texts, social media posts. All blaming him for Tobyās passing. He blocks her on everything, spends days locked in the home he built with his son, drinking, crying, punching walls until he breaks his hand.
āI donāt know what Iām supposed to do.ā His voice cracks as he tells this to Jesse, the same nurse that took care of his son. The other man is checking the IV in his arm, making sure itās secure so that they can flush his system. He needs surgery on his hand, but his blood alcohol level is far too high to be considered anywhere near safe to go under the scalpel. āI donāt know how to live without him.ā
āIāve never lost a child, but from what I have learned from people who haveā¦ Thereās no quick or easy way through it.ā Thereās a sadness in Jesseās voice, one that comes with seeing far too much tragedy. Brendon gets it, the E.R, itās not for the faint of heart. āHaving support helps, we have a list of groups, I could get some of them for you?ā
Brendon doesnāt speak, that emotion is welling up in his chest, his eyes stinging as he catches a glimpse of the family room across from the nurseās station, the place where heād been told his son was brain dead. Jesse pulls the curtain across when he catches his stare, severing the connection between the two spaces.
āWhy donāt you tell me what he was like?ā He offers, pulling up a chair and Brendon, he does, he tells him everything. From his sonās tinkling laugh, to the way he would shake his tiny butt to Shakira.
Jesse laughs and Brendon finds himself laughing too, then heās crying again, apologising and that nurseā¦ heās the kindest man on this earth. He simply reaches over, squeezing his arm as he looks him right in the eye and says. āThis is how you keep going. You remember the wonderful bright little boy he was. You keep that memory in your heart, think of it when you feel like youāre crashing out.ā
And he does.
Everytime he considers picking up the bottle, he remembers Tobyās little hands leaving paint marks all over the coffee table, his voice singing Baby Shark as he pointed himself and then Brendon.
He stops drinking, hits a weekly grief meeting, quits the clinic.
He takes a job at PTMC instead, using his expertise to reattach limbs and restore mobility to folks who wouldnāt get that kind of treatment otherwise. That workā¦ it fills his soul just a little, enough to make him feel like heās making a difference.
After a year he moves into a new condo, one with better security because Rowenaās started up again, only this time sheās sending letters and making in person visits, screaming about what sheās owed.
āYouāre looking good, better in yourself.ā Jesse tells him when they run into each other in the E.R. Heās recently made the switch to PTMC after a bad break up, he also needs a change from Emergency Pediatrics,
āYeah I am.ā Brendon admits as they share a smoke together in the ambulance bay. āNo one here knowsā¦ā
He doesnāt have to say anymore than that, he can see that Jesse gets it. Heās done everything he can to cultivate his reputation as a no-nonsense professional, despite the fact NBA player Marcus Brawn had swept in during a charity visit to the cancer ward and almost fucked the whole thing up for him by yelling āPark the Sharkā across the nurseās station.
Unfortunatelyā¦ the nickname had stuck.
Itās Jesse that he calls tonight as heās sitting in front of that whiskey glass, itching to take that first sip. Itās him that physically pulls Brendon from the stool, who escorts him to a meeting, who calls Rowena and threatens legal action if she dares contact Brendon again.
Itās him that drops Brendon off at your apartment building, who reminds him if heās serious about you, really fucking serious then you need to hear the truth from him before Rowena decides to blow up his life, because that woman, sheās seven shades of hateful and he does not believe for a single second that this is the end of it.
āHi.ā You say when you open the door, wearing a black t-shirt and pink pyjama shorts with ghosts on. Your hair is piled up on top of your head in a messy bun, held in place with a matching scrunchie. āI wasnāt expecting you tonight.ā
āI know Iā¦ā He swallows hard against the lump in his throat, the one that feels like itās about to damn near suffocate him. āI need to tell you somethingā¦ itās about meā¦ Iā¦ā
His eyes start to burn, his heart palpitating his chest, his hands curl into trembling fists. Youāre going to run he knows it, youāre going to say itās too much, slam the door in his face andā¦
Your arms wrap around him instead, drawing his rigid form into the shelter of your body. He melts against you, burying his face into your hair, breathing you in. Your palms smooth over the contours of his back, rubbing light, soothing circles as he clutches you to him like a lifeline, like youāre the only thing keeping him tethered on this fucked up little planet.
Ā āItās ok.ā You say softly, your lips brushing over his cheek in a featherlight kiss. āWhatever it is you have to tell me, itās going to be ok.ā
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Okay, Rowena's a spiteful bitch, but with the way this was going I was honestly convinced that it was going to turn out he had driven drunk with his kid and got in an accident which was the COD for Toby and that's why he blamed himself for Toby's death. As much as I'm grateful this wasn't the case, I'm also still devastated for him ;-; I couldn't imagine that guilt and grief....
(I still get how can blame himself with this scenario)
I think everyone thought that but I wanted it to be different, I wanted to show how his son was the making of him and he managed to turn his life around because of how much he loved that child.
@bullet-prooflove I'm so grateful you did it that way, because I don't know if I could have continued to enjoy their story the same way if it was physically his doing as opposed to him preventing his sons suffering.
Summary: Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
Companion piece to:
Scrunchies - Scrunchiesā¦ theyāre the downfall of Brendon Park.
The problem with Brendon Park is that despite he makes your professional life a living nightmare, heās actually a pretty good fuck. The best fuck, in fact. Although you would never tell him that.
The way that man dicks you down is an artform, one that has you coming back time after time again despite the fact you promise yourself you wonāt.
Heās intoxicating, maddening and his handsā¦
Itās why you turn up at his door tonight clad in nothing but a caramel overcoat and a slutty little number that leaves nothing to the imagination. You unfasten the belt when he opens the door, his hair still damp from the shower he must have taken, a white towel slung low on his hips. Droplets of water traverse his chest, clinging to the dusting of dark hair. You bite your lower lip, your gaze following the one that chases all the way down his treasure trail.
āLike what you see?ā You tilt your head towards his cock as it makes itself known beneath the white fabric.
Brendon looks you straight in the eyes, the left side of his mouth quirking up into a half smile before he drops the towel completely. āYou tell me.ā
āOh honey.ā You pout squeezing through the doorway and ducking under his arm. He moves with you, kicking the door shut behind him, his hungry eyes stalking you all the way to the open plan living room like prey. āI hope you donāt expect me to get on my knees and worship you like the god you think you are.ā
The coat slips from your shoulders, tumbling to the floor underneath your feet. His nostrils flare, his eyes a blue flame devouring all of the oxygen in the space between you. He takes in the clinging sheer fabric, the harness style bra, those thigh straps attached to the mesh underwear.
āGet into the bedroom.ā His voice comes with a bite, a raw ferocious tone that promises heās going to take you apart when he gets his hands on you.
āMake me.ā You retort kicking off the fuck me heels alongside his couch so you can give him a run for his money.
āSweetheart.ā His eyes flash as he bares his teeth. āYou donāt want to play this game with me.ā
āYou forget Brendon, thatās exactly why Iām here.ā You remind him, placing your hands on your hips. āI need to get fucked and Iām not sure youāre quite up to the job.ā
That slender thread of control snaps. He lunges for you, missing you by a hair's breadth as you bolt around the back of the couch. You laugh, your heart pounding in your chest, exhilaration racing through your veins as he gives chase.
You may be a runner but Brendon, he does CrossFit. Your distance marathons are no match for his short, explosive burst of power.
āOof.ā Youāre hurled over his shoulder before you can get around the armchair, ass in the air as he carries you up the stairs to the loft bedroom.
āYou know what happens to bad girls donāt you?ā A crack resounds through the room as his hand lands on your cheek, sending a shot of ecstasy all the way through to your pussy. Your ass throbs, a raw heat gracing your skin.
You let out a sharp cry as he tosses you onto the mattress, bouncing towards the headboard. Heās on you in an instant, his hard body forcing you into the mattress as he gropes down the side of the bed. He grasps your wrist, forcing into the cuff he pulls out, itās attached to the bedframe by slender black strap that offers absolutely no give when you yank at it.
āI had these installed after the last time you couldnāt behave yourself.ā He catches your other wrist, before leaning over the bed and snatching up the other restraint. You make a show of fighting him, but he manages to manoeuvre your other hand through the loop before cinching it. He straddles your hips, leaning back to admire his handywork. āSafe word?ā
āPineapple.ā You spit at him. āAnd a double knock on the headboard if my mouth is occupied.ā
āGood girl.ā He smirks at you, his fingertips trails along one of the deviant little straps that criss-crosses your chest. āNow donāt be pissed because I managed to catch you before your little game was over, this is what you wanted right? Itās why you wore this isnāt it?ā His finger delves under the elastic, twanging it against your skin with a snap. āYou knew it would get me riled up.ā
You donāt dignify him with an answer and he sighs theatrically.
āAlright if thatās the way you want to play itā¦ā He reaches over to his bottom drawer, taking out an item you are very familiar with from your own repertoire. āI may have done a little reconnaissance back at your place the other night.ā
He holds up the wand for you to see. Itās rose gold, the same model as your own, just with a few more settings. āYouāre going to come with my dick in your mouth and then Iām going to eat out that pussy until the fucking neighbours call the police again.ā
It happened once. Heād had to show them that you were alive and well, eating cereal on his couch in his Steelers t-shirt with an ass heād spanked pink because you were being a brat.
āIāll make sure he gags me next time.ā Youād quipped after theyād confirmed you werenāt being murdered. Officer Underwood still canāt look you in the face whenever he steps into the emergency room.
Brendon climbs off you, his dick in his hand as he kneels alongside your face. You clamp your lips together and he rubs the moist head over your closed mouth, coating it in glossy pre-cum. āOpen.ā
You donāt obey, itās part of your charm you think. Women, they throw themselves at Brendon but you, you make him work for it.
āFine.ā He says, his thumb clicks the button on the vibrator, bringing it to life. āThis thing has five speeds and an insane amount of settings, weāll find the one that gets you making that āOā face I love so much.ā
He runs it over your nipples, tracing it over each one until theyāre standing to attention, straining against the black fabric of your bra.
āIf youāre a good girl, I might play with them when I fuck you.ā He says, his dick still pressing against your lips as he jerks his cock slowly. A bead of pre-cum drips from the slit and you clench your jaw, forcing yourself not to give in and taste him. āYou can keep up that resting bitch face as long as you like but I know you want this. Your eyesā¦ they always give you away.ā
Your breath catches as the wand reaches your mound. He skirts it around your clit, close but not quite touching. Itās a beautiful torture in itself because it makes you yearn for it, your thighs spread wider, your hips arching hoping to catch a reprieve. Heās a masterful tease, tracing it up and down your slit but never over the place you need it.
A whimper leaves your throat, an unwilling noise drawn from you by a man you love to hate. A triumphant smile crosses his handsome features as he slaps his dick against your lips. āOh sweetheart Iām gonna make you come so hard youāre gonna forget there was ever anyone else before me.ā
The vibrator nudges your clit, and ecstasy erupts through you like the first sparks of a wildfire bursting to life. You cry out at the sensation and Brendon thrusts the head of his cock past your lips, filling your mouth. The taste of him floods your tastebuds, your tongue swirling around the tip automatically. He lets out a ragged curse, pushing even deeper as he presses the wand against your clit entirely. You moan around him as he stokes the fire, the flames pooling in your abdomen, licking at your nerve endings with every single buzz of the device.
His thumb flicks the other button, the one that changes the rhythm and instead of a constant thrum, short spurts of pleasure ricochet through your body instead. Your throat tightens with every punch, your breath a staccato tempo around him as he buries his entire length inside making you gag.
āFuck, itās just like when youāre coming on my cock.ā He mutters, rolling his hips, setting his own pace. āNot gonna last if you keep sucking me like this.ā
You hollow out your cheeks, dragging him back into your mouth and a hoarse grunt tears from his throat. His thumb hits a different button and this time the pleasure gets more intense, more forceful.
āWeāre gonna come together.ā He tells you, his fingers slipping into your hair, curling into a fist at the roots. That bite of pain is like throwing fuel on a fire, the ecstasy racing through your veins as he tugs your hair, using it to control his depth. āYouāre gonna be swallowing every drop of me as I get you off.ā
He clicks the button again and this time, you have no fucking warning. The rapture hits you like an explosion, ripping through your entire body like an inferno, eating up your sanity, destroying every sense of reason. He thrusts hard, his cock pulsing as you scream around his dick, white hot streaks erupting down your throat. You drink them down like the good girl you are, milking him for every single drop as he alters the vibrator setting back down to that constant thrum, allowing you to ride out the aftershocks.
āFuckā¦ā He mutters, pulling out and sinking back onto the mattress. His focuses on your swollen lips and your wild eyes. Your orgasm itās still going, a relentless crash of euphoria drawn out by the pressure of the vibrator clasped between your thighs.
A mischievous expression crosses his features as he leaves the device there, raising up off the mattress before opening the top drawer of his dresser and removing one of this leather belts. You watch under lowered lashes, whimpering as he returns to the bed, looping the belt under your thighs. He adjusts the vibrator, so itās pressed firmly against your clit, threading the buckle, holding it in place.
āWhat are youā¦ā He presses the button again, turning up the intensity and the air is torn from your lungs as that ecstasy starts to build all over again, faster this time, harder.
āI need to refuel.ā He tells you, his palm clasping your jaw and guiding your mouth to his. āAnd I am nowhere near done with you yet. This should keep you going until Iām ready to play again.ā
āBrendonā¦ā His mouth captures yours, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek with a tenderness that always surprises you.
āTrust me.ā He whispers against your lips, his nose nudging yours. āThis will be the best night of your life.ā
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āIāll make sure he gags me next time.ā - I spat out my drink and could taste it in my nose when I read this and could just picture the deadpan innocence it was said with
