PastelClouds

DC

Wally West, Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Kyle Rayner, Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, Jaime Reyes

The Pitt

Michael Robinavitch, Jack Abbot, Dennis Whitaker, John Shen, Brendon Park, Parker Ellis, Trinity Santos, Mel King, Cassie McKay

Call of Duty

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, John Price

Harry Potter and the Marauders

Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Remus Lupin

Top Gun Maverick

Bob Floyd, Hangman, Rooster

Marvel

Peter Parker, Bob Reynolds, Matt Murdock, Joaquin Torres

I do NOT write

Age play

Feces, urine and vomit

Pedophilia

Rape

Underage

Pet play

Incest

Male pregnancy and bestiality

My podcast where my cousin and I yap about all things books!

Ditsy pink rosebuds and peonies were scattered across the white background of the nearly calf-length dress. 

The halter top fit so delicately and landed right just under your neckline. The dress fits so well around your figure.

The pins in your hair acted right today, too! Your updo is sitting behind your headband perfectly.

One look from Brendon let you know he absolutely agreed; the arousal in his eyes was clear. 

He walked you back against your bedroom wall before saying with a smile, “You look gorgeous in florals.” 

You flushed and said, “Thank you, honey-” he dropped to his knees and tugged the front of your dress over his head.

You felt him slowly remove your panties before licking a stripe up your pussy.

The moan you let out was music to his ears as he palmed himself through his pants. 

It was insane. The way he could unravel you with just a few flicks of the tongue. Stars shone behind your eyelids as you continued to mewl and whine. 

He held you against the wall as you leaned your head back with a gasp. You were brought to the brink of your orgasm and quickly thrown over the edge. 

Your legs shook, and you moaned out breathlessly, “Bren”. 

He sat up, pulling your dress down before smoothing it and wiping his lips. Your arousal coated his mouth. 

You hadn’t even noticed he’d also cum, too distracted by the pleasure. 

It wasn’t until he said, while starting to walk away, “I have to go change my pants, baby, but honestly, you’re making me hard again,” he said without an ounce of embarrassment and all the nerve of a guy who’d make his partner cum with only his mouth. 

“Ready to go?” Brendon asked coolly while pulling your dress down and pocketing your panties after he’d returned, “With traffic, we’ll be a little late,” he finished off.

“My underwear-” you were shushed. Actually shushed. He smiled teasingly.

You balked before he pecked your lips and stepped back to look at you. Your eyes no longer brimmed with tears, and your lip liner had been reapplied. 

Anyone looking at you would be none the wiser of what just happened moments ago.

You nodded with a slightly dazed but happy smile and grabbed his hand; the two of you got into his Bentley and made your way to the Pittsburgh museum.

Truthfully, you and Brendon were both ready to go home. You more than him. The museum was fun, but the day’s earlier antics had you frustrated, needing more.

It had shown in the way you’d snapped at Brendon for telling you, and not asking about where to get food.

Or, when you’d rolled your eyes at him telling you to stop being a brat.

Which is exactly why you were folded in half, legs nearly touching your ears, in his slightly cramped backseat, and you’d lost track of time.

Your sundress sat abandoned on the console, along with your white sandals thrown somewhere.

All he’d told you before beginning to thrust into you was,” As much as I love your dress, sweetheart, you better take that off before I tear it off.”

“Hnngh- fuck- Brendon, I can’t-” you moaned loudly.

“You’re not tapping out on me now, are you, baby?” he responded with a groan in his voice. “Are you gonna be quiet this time?” he asked sultrily.

Not wanting him to stop, you begged, “Please keep going, I promise I’ll be quiet.” 

You let out a string of curses and mumbled pleas once he began to twist his hips in the way sure to make you cum. 

He could feel himself nearing the edge as well. But he always made sure you came first. But it would be of no use if the two of you were caught. 

As much as he loves your noises, he pulled your panties from earlier from his back pocket and stuffed them in your mouth. 

Moaning around them, you felt yourself starting to orgasm. Your body began to shake from the immense pleasure, and your vision started to turn white.

“You had all that attitude in the museum, hm? You just needed me to fuck you, huh- Fuck, you feel amazing, baby.” he thrusted with more intention, hitting your sweet spot, making your back arch.

He looked down and saw a creamy ring connecting the two of you, which triggered his orgasm.

You could feel his cum shooting into you, which led you to let out a louder moan. Your body finally settled down, and he caged you in.

“Next time, we stay home,” you said, taking a breathy laugh.

Thank you for your patience anon!

Normally, he’d be fine to be there. Content even, but something was off about tonight. Possibly the nerves from meeting someone new.

“I’m just saying, if she wants to join the nightcrawlers right off the bat, she must be a little strange like the rest of us”, Jack spoke while simultaneously reading one chart and putting another away. 

Parker gave Jack a deadpanned look before speaking, “All I know is, she’s supposed to be the best of the best. So-” the ambulance bay doors burst open, the alarm going off. 

A woman rushed in on top of a patient, performing CPR while the paramedics pushed the gurney in. 

Holy shit, she's gorgeous, Jack thought

“Oxygen deprivation for about two minutes! Cyanosis in the fingers and blood on the lips! I’ve been doing CPR for three minutes and have a thready heartbeat,” the mystery woman shouted from the gurney. 

Jack watched as she continued to pump while the paramedics helped prep the room. 

From what he could see, she wasn’t the tallest. Her curves filled her scrubs well, and her beauty was breath-catching, Jack appreciatively thought. He felt his heart skip a beat.

“Sir, do you know where you are?” Jack attempted to question the patient who had regained consciousness. Behind him, the woman jumped off the gurney, moving out of the way so the nurses could do what they had to.

“I suspect a pulmonary embolism. It explains the blue fingers. Central cyonisis, you said confidently. 

The paramedics left for the nurses' station to drop off the patients' things. 

For the first time in a long time, Jack found himself struggling to focus on the patient. The woman who had entered already seemed like an enigma. 

“What do you suggest we push, then, doctor?” he trailed off for you to say your name. 

You glanced at him before continuing, “Usually anticoagulants, but his case is too severe. Thrombolytics before prepping for surgery”. 

You seemed so confident. Not full of yourself, but so poised and assured. There was no room for anyone to think you doubted yourself at all. 

“Okay. Okay. Push 70ccs of Tenecteplase.” Jack forced himself to utter.

He was finding it increasingly difficult to even speak around the mystery woman. 

Before he could dwell on the thought any longer, Crus began to speak. 

“Vitals are stabilizing, temperature rising, and BP is at 120/80. Lungs are starting to clear” 

The mystery woman looked at the monitor and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “Heart rate is going 72 per minute. He should be okay, but most definitely needs surgery.”

Jack stopped to look at you. There was blood on your purple sneakers.

Your hair was up, but it seemed like maybe it had been rustled by all the movement. There was also no saving the scrub top you wore. 

He barely managed to look away as you turned your face to his. You told the night crew your name before joking, “I don’t usually make a habit of having dramatic entrances, if it helps you guys feel better.”

“Hell of an entrance for sure”, Parker spoke with a grin, nudging Jack’s shoulder knowingly.

Crus stepped away from the patient's bed, taking off his gloves before holding his hand out to shake yours.

“Word is, night shift can be strange and dark. Think you can handle it?”

You chuckled and spoke, “I like to think I find comfort in the strange dark,” and finished off with an easy smile. 

I’m definitely going to marry her, Jack thought.  

Which is why, after pining for two months, he finally asked you out. The rest was history. 

I hope you enjoy your request, and thank you for your patience!

The small whimpers he tries to hold back when you grind your soaked pussy lips into his cock desperately. 

Or when he loses himself in your velvet walls, he’ll moan involuntarily before forcing his mouth shut. 

So you decided to put a stop to his hiding. After all, you guys were in it for life. 

It had been a normal day for the two of you. Relishing in the fact that Jason actually had a day off.

You guys had deep-cleaned the apartment and finished off the night, becoming one with the living room couch. After dinner, Jason helped you to a glass of wine. 

And ended up with his head between your legs.

“Fuck”, he whispered appreciatingly, “Look at you”. Your legs were caging him in as he gazed down at your glistening heat. You were close, getting to a point that really only Jason could get you to. 

Before you hit your peak, you stopped him. “Let me make you feel good this time?” you murmured, sitting up to slot your lips against his, turning the two of you over. 

Before he could voice his confusion, you lined him up with your entrance and slid down. The moan he let out was sinful. 

The pace you set was borderline cruel, leaving him unable to hold his whimpers back.

“Tell me how bad you need me”, you murmured against Jason's mouth. 

He stiffened for a second before a whisper, “Please”, made its way out before he could stop himself. 

Your lips made their way to his throat, sucking dark marks into his olive skin. And he wasn’t sure where to put his hands. 

Exactly why he creased whatever part of your body he could reach. 

Your first orgasm of the night was quickly approaching. Your toes tingled as you felt the familiar twinge in your lower belly. 

Jason could sense you were close and he began to piston up into you as well as he could. Your moans joined his just as you began to climax. 

A particular angle he hit made the two of you let out a string of lewd noises. 

His thrusting has begun to lose its coordination and you could tell he was getting close. Your fingers pulled his hair as you traded between whispering sweet nothings into his ear and sucking on the lobe. 

The pleasure was nearly too much for Jason who has tears building, ready to spill over. His groans in your ear only spurred you on more. 

Your hips desperately rolled over his as you asked, “You want to cum for me baby?”  Jason’s face turned a deep shade of red before he nodded. 

You pushed yourself harder onto him while grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. He could’ve pushed you off if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to. 

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” 

His breath hitched before his eyes dropped lower. A whimpered yes made its way out of his mouth before you began to bounce yourself on his length. 

The tears he tried to hold back began to fall from his eyes as his pleasure took over his body. 

Licking up his earlobe, you whispered, “You’ve been so good for me Jay. You can cum now”. 

Like a man possessed, he started to piston into you, no longer holding back to reach his climax.   

The sensation pulled you into another orgasm, making the two of you moan into each others mouths. 

You climbed off of him, lying on his side as he panted. 

“We’re definitely doing that again” you finished with a giggle. 

☁ - Fluff

꩜ - Smut

✹ - Angst

Jason Todd x Cherry! Reader

Introducing... Cherry! Reader (☁ )

Meet cute? (☁ ) - Jason and Cherry meet under, not-so-normal circumstances!

Texas to Gotham was a huge move. And that was an even bigger understatement.

But Cherry wanted- no, needed- a change of scenery, moving away from her cousin's home and her no-good ex. 

She was extremely close with her aunt and cousin, still, which led her to where she was now.

“All I’m saying is, if a guy can’t handle you at your cloudiness, how can he handle you at your sunshine-ness?” Cherry spoke to her cousin, Milly, over the phone, who had been sighing as she complained about her boyfriend. 

The pink frying pan sizzled as more butter was slathered on before a new slice of bread was added. “I know, Cher,” Milly sniffled sadly, “I was just hoping he’d be better this time around.” 

The pair had been on and off for three years by this point. And as much as Cherry hated to see her cousin in pain, she was in love.

 It was odd, really. How things that felt so amazing could also bring immense pain. 

Cherry opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by a thud on her back patio. Her eyes narrowed as she placed the spatula on the counter. Gotham was nice, but a girl could never be too careful. 

“Hey, Millie, give me a few minutes, I’ll call you right back, okay?” she whispered to her crying cousin. 

Millie protested, but Cherry hung up before setting the stove to low.

So far, she hadn’t had any run-ins with anyone shady. And no one had tried to break in, so she assumed it was her rambunctious kitty who had made his way outside again. 

The hexes she placed on her home also put her nerves at ease.

Smooching her lips, she said, “Shirley Temple? Is that you?” while slowly walking towards the patio, grabbing the polka dot umbrella next to the door. It was raised in defense as she quickly and blindly pushed the curtains open. 

The figure slumped over on her patio was much bigger than her tuxedo cat and groaned in what she assumed was pain. 

She screamed before raising the umbrella again and shouting,” Who are you and why are you on my patio!” 

Cherry lived on the second floor, so while it wasn’t insanely difficult to scale the building, it still took some skill. “Wait a minute – How the fuck did you even get ON my patio?” 

Gotham wasn’t very lit, so it took a bit of squinting to catch the streetlight slightly glimmering off the red helmet. Cherry gasped before dropping the umbrella to her feet.

“Oh my god,” she sputtered out.  It was fucking Red Hood. 

The purple rug that sat as an accessory to the centerpiece on her outside table was slowly starting to match the shade of the helmet.

“You’re bleeding! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Okay! Don’t panic, Cherry! Don’t panic! This isn’t a big deal! There’s just a strange man bleeding on your patio! Totally no reason to panic!” she spouted out, attempting to calm herself while taking deep breaths.

“Strange,” he muttered, seemingly offended before passing out. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as he slumped against the floor.

Shirley Temple perched himself on the cat tree near the patio door with a questioning meow. 

She groaned and stated matter-of-factly, “This is absolutely insane.” 

On one hand, she could use her magic to heal him. Most likely, he wouldn’t say anything, I mean, he is a vigilante? Surely he’s good enough at keeping secrets! 

On the other hand, he could expose her for being a witch. Who knows what could happen if he did? But, she also couldn’t just leave him to die. 

With that thought in mind, Cherry began brainstorming on what to give the man and what to tell her cousin, since she would now be a bit occupied. 

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After dragging Red (whom she had decided to call him) onto her pastel purple L-shaped couch and removing his armor, she was finally able to lather a healing paste on his visible injuries. 

She sat across from him on the matching loveseat after putting it back on. He had so many scars, even an autopsy-looking one. 

But all in all, it wasn’t that bad, really. She was able to help him and also get nice eye candy to look at while doing so. He was seriously built and at least a whole foot taller than her. 

Regardless of the scars, the man was still sexy. Practically Greek god territory. 

Before she could drool about the masked man anymore, the smoke alarm began to go off. 

The grilled cheese that had been on low was now burnt to a crisp. Cherry ran to the kitchen, expletives running from her mouth, and threw the pan in the sink before turning on the cold water.

Red shot up, most likely from the noise, barely missing Shirley’s small body that was sniffing his previously unconscious body. 

Cherry squeaked and turned around, moving to open the window to air out the apartment.

When she noticed that Red didn’t move to grab any weapons or attack, she stated, “You passed out on my patio. I dragged you in here and helped you.”

“Who are you?” he growled out with his (unsurprisingly) deep voice, sounding very untrusting for someone who had technically broken into her home. The thought made Cherry’s face twist. 

“Who are you?” she shot back just as fast. “Because from where I’m standing, you broke in! And now you’re acting like I’m a bad guy! Newsflash, buddy, I live here!” Cherry finished a bit frantically. 

She’ll admit, it had been a few hours since she ate, and it was getting to the point where she was feeling hangry. 

“Obviously, I’m not just going to tell you who I am”. He said, starting to walk or really limp, towards the patio. 

But Cherry rushed to his side before he could and blocked the door. “I’m Cherry.” 

Shirley walked between the two of them before again perching on the cat tree. “This is Shirley Temple, you can call him Shirley.”  The kitten rolled his eyes at Jason before meowing.

She couldn’t see the man's face, but his head slightly tilted as if he was curious. Or annoyed…. Probably curious!

“Your cat's name is Shirley-,” he started to say before she cut him off, “I’m sorry, are you judging his name Red?” But before she let him respond, she spoke again.

“Why did you come to my apartment? Other than to judge Shirley, apparently.”

He was silent for a beat debating on saying anything before responding, “I wasn’t trying to come to your apartment.”

She narrowed her eyes and said, “So you just pick and choose random apartments to pass out on?”

He stared at her, as if challenging her to drop it, but Cherry crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, waiting for a response.  

“I mistook your apartment for somewhere else,” he finally stated. 

Cherry tried to fight her smile but ultimately lost the fight before laughing. She found it funny that even a vigilante could make a mistake like taking a wrong turn. 

He clearly didn’t find anything amusing as he grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her to the side after attaching his weapons to their holsters.

Before he could grapple away, she said, “Nice to meet you, Red! You were an okay house guest! Points deducted for bleeding on my carpet, of course. And making me lose my dinner.”

He looked back at her and said dryly, or at least what she thought was dry, seeing as he turned on a modulator, “Send me the dry cleaning.” 

She watched as he grappled away into the darkness, no longer able to see him before heading back inside. 

Cleaning was too much of a bother, so she mumbled a quick incantation to make the living room and kitchen tidy themselves while she locked the patio door and went to bed.

Her final thought before slumber took her was, “How am I going to send him dry cleaning? I don’t even know who he is!”

Cherry! Reader who grew up on a farm but is afraid of horses. (Honestly, they’re so big!)

Cherry! Reader who decides she needs a new scenery before moving to Gotham.

Cherry! Reader who collects tarots and potion ingredients for fun! Honest!

Cherry! Reader who has an enormous sweet tooth! The best way to get to her heart is through sweets!

Cherry! Reader who, despite her sad background, tries to see the best in everyone and everything at all times.

Cherry! Reader who is often underestimated due to her bubbly nature.

Cherry! Reader who has been told she can be a bit….. Witchy. 

Cherry! Reader who writes the fashion column for the Gotham Gazette. 

Cherry! Reader who is sworn off of men after her last ex broke her heart and left the pieces all over Texas. But her next-door neighbor with the white highlight in his hair is kind of cute.

Cherry! Reader who is unsurprisingly a great cook! But an almost terrible baker. Way too many mishaps.

Cherry! Reader who always knows when Mercury is in Retrograde.

Cherry! Reader who’s going to fit in perfectly with Gotham.

So doing the extra work on top of your own was no easy feat. It had been a source of contempt between you and your husband, him feeling like you’re overworking yourself.

But if you didn’t continue to help the kids, who would? Ultimately, their educations mattered most. 

But Brendon didn’t see it that way. Which is why you put your phone in your purse, ignoring the last two messages from him, and stood up with a smile towards your students.

My Love: How are you feeling now?

My Love: Have you eaten? 

Without realizing it, your hand had made its way to your chest, in a fist over your heart.

You coughed slightly as you said, “Does everyone have their bag packed?” Your students were speaking at once. And then your coworker walked in.

“Mrs. Greene!” the kids shouted happily before all rambling about different things. You’d learned to tune them out at certain times. “Are you okay, girl? You seem a little clammy?” 

“I’m fine,” you dismissed her, removing your hand from your chest. “Really,” you insisted with a small smile. “What did you need?”

She looked at you wearily before puffing out a breath, “Leona just threw up over her entire table, so I wanted to see if you could watch my class really quickly. Just so I can take her to the nurse?”

You nodded before she even finished speaking, “Of course! Send them over, I don’t mind.” Had the door always been so slanted? You leaned on your desk, taking a ragged breath in attempting to pick up your phone to text Brendon. 

“Ms. Park?” Mrs. Green said worriedly, putting her hand on your forehead. “Jesus, you’re burning up. I’m calling 911.” 

You tried to mumble out that you were fine, but your mouth felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. 

The last thing you saw before your vision went black was Mrs. Greene trying to console your students.

You were barely conscious as you heard multiple voices yell over you. 

“Young female, maybe twenties? BP 180/120 is gradually going down. Did she hit her head?” a man asked. “Fell and hit her head on a desk,” a woman responded after she finished moving your body over.

“Brendon”, you mumbled, going in and out of consciousness. 

Flashlights shone into your eyes as they spoke, “Do you know where you are, ma’am? Do you know what happened?” 

You could see you were at your husband's job, the PTMC, but in the ER? God, your head was killing you. “I’m Dr. Robby,” a guy with a beard said.

“Ogilvie, have Dana call her emergency contact. What seems to be the issue? ” he started looking at your IV. 

You tried to speak, but your jaw ached so badly. You wished Brendon were here. 

A young doctor repeated what was said earlier and then urgently shouted, “BP's gone completely down! Get a crash cart!” The room began to move even quicker than before, more hands on you than ever. 

“Step back!” Dr. Robby shouted, and everyone took a pace back with their hands up. 

He opened your shirt to see the blood pressure monitors on your lower abdomen. “You guys would’ve shocked her when you didn’t even check the cuffs.” he looked around, dumbfounded, before yelling, “Move them up!” 

The doctor, who was named Ogilvie, stammered and moved them up and under your breasts. “I didn’t wanna touch her breasts,” he tried to defend himself. It wasn’t an unknown thing to say you were on the heavier side. 

Average height to match. But you were confident in your body; it was all you had. You’d spent your teenage years beating yourself up, but what can you do? Your husband didn’t seem to mind either. 

But with that in mind, you’ve dealt with your fair share of idiot men like him.

The cuffs were meant to go under your breasts, and of course, he didn’t want to do that.

“Stats are up. BP is 170/110, push Morphine and Dabigatran 100ccs. She’s having a heart attack!” Dr. Robby shouted off as the room moved to his command.

 You’d finally begun to stabilize once the room realized what was going on. 

Unbeknownst to them, upstairs, Dr. Park was elbow deep in an ACL repair. Janice, his secretary, had tried to get him to go downstairs, citing that the charge nurse had an emergency. 

But nothing specific. 

Had he known his wife was right downstairs, finally stabilizing after a heart attack on the table, he’d have been right downstairs going over her stats himself. 

But lines were crossed. And someone would be losing their job when he was done.

When he was finally paged, he was in the middle of taking his scrub cap off, eager to be home with you. “Park,” he barked down the pager.

“What?” he questioned, feeling his heart drop to his ass. 

“Do we have the emergency contact for room four yet? She’s stable now, almost alert.” Robby asked Dana. 

Before she could respond, Park was slamming his hand on the desk. “What’s going on with room four?” He’d already started stalking towards the room with Robby on his heels.

“Your weight is a huge factor as to why we didn’t find out about the heart attack at first,” he heard a nasally voice say. His senses were immediately on alert.

He’d only been told that his wife was in the ER, but had yet to find out why. 

Your voice was hoarse when you croaked, “Heart attack? What?” You’d finally been placed in a gown, and your heart monitor steadily beeped in the background. 

You felt your body relax once you saw your husband. He couldn’t say the same. You were drawn, sluggish, and hooked up to multiple monitors. There was a cut on your forehead that he was pretty sure was going to scar, and you had a bruise forming on your cheek.

“Honey”, you said, croaking hoarsely but grateful to see him reaching your hand out. “I thought you’d never come”.

“Honey”, Whitaker sputtered, but was ignored as Park glided past him and towards your side.

“What the hell is going on?” Park barked out towards Robby and his gang. Getting angrier by the minute, he spat, “Hurry up!”

“Dr. Shark!-Park, young female in her early twenties,-”

“I know all of that!” he interjected sharply, “I want to know why she’s in this hospital bed. Now, before I lose my temper.” he finished off angrily. 

“Brendon”, you spoke softly, touching his arm, and he calmed down to the smallest degree. He looked at Robby expectantly.

“Ms. Park had a heart attack today. One of my students was..” Robby paused, looking for the word. “Apprehensive,” he chose, “Towards touching her breasts to place the heart monitors correctly. We almost didn’t catch it,” he declared promptly. 

Brendon looked you over before sending the interns out. Before they all left, he stopped Ogilvie, “Next time you get a patient that doesn’t look like your version of normal, learn some manners. Go ahead and repeat what you were saying before”

Ogilvie looked like a fish out of water trying to explain himself, “I was just saying that-” 

“Ogilvie, stay here!” Robby snapped, “All of you go check on your other patients”. The room quickly scattered and Ogilvie looked at the floor.

“I apologize,” Ogilivie spoke shakily. “I shouldn’t have said what I said”.

Brendon glared at him harshly while speaking with Robby about your results. 

Finally, you were alone in your room with Brendon after the entire fiasco of the day. Your pain has slowly subsided, and you were thankful things were caught when they were.

Throughout the night, you’d seen a small crowd form and disperse outside the door. Nurses and doctor attempting to slyly walk by while peeking in through the blinds. 

He had been helping you drink water, and you knew he had lots to say. Thankfully, he knew when not to speak. 

You sighed before saying, “Go ahead, Bren. I know you have something to say”. You attempted to avoid his eye contact, but he manoeuvred his head to meet your 

“A heart attack?” he hissed exasperatedly. There was no explaining this. He was right. “You pushed yourself too far, sweetheart.”

The tears began to build up before you could even answer him, you started to sniffle. 

“Oh”, he uttered, before wrapping his arms around you as best as he could. “I’m sorry”, you whimpered out. “Before I could even slow down, I was already accepting work from other teachers and doing triple the workload.” 

He moved to your bedside to sit down, grabbing your hands once again. “Don’t apologize to me. How could I be mad at you right now?” He kept kissing the top of your head and rubbing your hands.

“You must love me a lot,” you tried to joke. 

He deadpanned, “Obviously, you dummy”. You laughed and said, “Don’t make fun of me when I’m sick, Bren. I’ll tell your audience you’re bullying me”. 

You subtly looked outside and saw multiple people duck and scatter away. It was quiet for a few moments before you said, “I guess I should go on leave now, then, huh?”

You didn’t need to look at him to know the face he was giving you.

“Francis Parker, 36, fell from the roof of his house trying to clean the gutters. Landed right on his knee and basically shattered it. He tore his ACL as well as the MCL.” You list off continuing, “I gave him Tramadol as well as a sedative to help him sleep; he was screaming when he got here. Blood pressure has stayed stable, and I think he might be viable for surgery.” You finish in your bubbly manner with a smile. 

“Pull up the scans,” he says in his gruff voice. 

“Please”. He added to everyone's surprise. You pulled them up before enlarging the images. Instead of moving around you to see, Park leaned over you, smelling of antiseptic and a manly scent you couldn’t decipher.

Your shoulder grazed his chest, but he paid no mind while you had a mini heart attack. 

He hummed as he looked them over before looking down at you, “What do you suggest, Pixie?” Before you could speak, you were cut off by an intern: “Amputation is probably the best outcome here.”

“Did I ask you, intern?” Park snapped back before giving you his attention to continue. Having his full attention on you was sometimes a bit flustering due to your crush, but nonetheless, you had to be professional. 

You spoke quickly but confidently. “As difficult as the surgery will be, I do think it will give Mr. Parker a chance to keep his leg. Recovery will be long, yes, along with PT, but ultimately it’s his best chance to keep his leg.”  

Park contemplated silently before speaking, “Multiligamentous knee reconstruction isn’t a simple surgery, but it isn’t impossible.” You watched as he took his gloves off, saying to the team, “Secure the patient and bring him up”.

“Follow me,” he told you, already walking out of the room, holding the door open for you to duck under his arm. 

You hurriedly rushed to the door, not missing the looks you received from Dana and Princess at the main desk as the two of you walked side by side, his arm occasionally brushing yours. 

“You’ll be scrubbing in with me,” he stated, leaving no room for any debate, not that you would. 

Which you expressed excitedly: “Oh my goodness, I’m so excited! I’ve always wanted to scrub in on a knee reconstruction”. You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet, thinking of the surgery.

His plump but sharp lips were upturned into a small grin as he listened to you speak. 

The two of you stepped into the elevator, and he turned to you after pressing the button to say slyly, “I like the pink, by the way.” Referring to your babydoll pink scarf that was wrapped around your face, pulling your bouncy, shoulder-length coils back. It matched the pink long-sleeved undershirt you wore under your scrubs for extra warmth. “Suits you”. 

Your face was burning so badly you would’ve thought someone turned the AC to Hell. You gave him a hushed but bashful thank you as he smirked. The elevator dinged, and he stepped out. 

“We’ll be in OR three,” he informed you before striding off towards the room.

Second Time

“We need an ortho consult,” Trinity said irritably. She, just like everyone else, knew they’d drag their feet and come down at the last possible minute, which is why she called you. 

She slid the phone your way with a sly grin before saying, “Please work your magic and get Shark down here.” 

You gave her an incredulous look and spoke,” I have charting to do, Missy. Plus, Park isn’t going to come down here just because I call.” 

It was her turn to return the look before saying, “Pixie, the last time I called Shark, he ripped me a new one for forgetting what time a limb was wrapped. And the last time Huckleberry called, he told him to find a speciality working with dead bodies.”

She shoved the phone into your hands and said, “Call him,” before backing up and resting her head on her hands.

You sighed playfully before dialing, “Hi Janice, it’s Pixie. Could we get Dr. Park for a consult? It’s a clean break.” 

You put the phone down, turning back to Trinity to say, “He’ll be here in five”. Not wanting to see her ‘I told you so’ facial expression, you hurriedly walked to your next patient. 

—-

Trinity had texted you and told you Dr. Park was more irritated than normal. She’s assuming it has to do with the fact that you called him for the consult, but wasn’t on the patient's care team.

Before you could respond to her, you ran into something hard, grumbling as you rubbed your arm. “I was actually just looking for you, Pixie,” Park said in his deep voice, tone saved only for you (not that you knew that). 

“Here I am,” you replied sheepishly. 

“I didn’t see you for that earlier consult. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re using your name to get me down here.” He didn’t have a smile on his face when he said it, nor did he sound like he was joking, but you knew him. And you knew he was teasing you.

You let out a laugh before replying with a giggle still in your voice, “Santos actually thinks that for whatever reason, you come down here quicker when I’m the one to call you”.

It was silent for a moment before he said, “I do come down quicker when you call”.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Exactly what I said,” he replied smoothly, but before you could respond, he was paged away. You didn’t have a moment to ponder on what had just happened before you were also paged.

Third Time

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Park, which isn’t necessarily a strange thing. You don’t get to work on every single case he does for the ED. Your patients have been keeping you busy.

Today, you had a patient who had been so rowdy and combative that Dana thought it best to make sure you helped him with the door open. So, you and Perlah tried to appease him into being cooperative to no avail.

He was in the middle of his physical before deciding he didn’t feel like doing it anymore. 

“Sir, I promise, we will try to get this done as quickly as we can. But to figure out what the problem could be, we have to do a few tests,” you tried to reason.

“Get away from me, tramp!” the patient named Mr. Ecos snapped. “I just want to go home. I feel fine now, and you’re keeping me here against my will. That’s the problem with you, female nurses. You don’t know how to listen to men when they speak.”

“Sir, I’m a doctor, your doctor. If you prefer to go home, we can figure out-” he cut you off. “Just shut up and get me a male doctor, idiot!”

Before you could respond, you noticed Dr. Park at the door, putting on gloves and putting himself between you and the patient. “Sir, is there a reason you’re speaking to your doctor like this?”

He looked like his usual self, no patience for stupidity and definitely not for patients treating his favorite ED resident badly. 

Mr. Ecos attempted to stammer out a response, but Dr. Park beat him to it. “You have one of the most competent and capable doctors here, helping you, and you’re treating her like this? I’d rethink that if I were you.” But Park wasn’t done there.

“Apologize,” he demanded sharply, looking Mr. Ecos in the eyes without blinking. Mr. Ecos blinked a few times rapidly before stuttering out, “I’m sorry”. 

Park didn’t look at you while he said this. He didn’t even look at you while he checked over Mr. Ecos’ leg. But you were grateful nonetheless. He didn’t usually dish out compliments like that.

Perlah’s mouth was on the floor as she read off Mr. Ecos’ vitals. You busied yourself with grabbing gauze as Park asked you and Perlah questions as if nothing had happened.

When he finally did something

Your voice was beginning to sound hoarse as you trailed off the ending to “He Wasn’t Man Enough” with Trinity and Mel. PTMC had decided to do a team-building exercise and let everyone do a poll on where to go. 

Thankfully, everyone was smart enough to choose karaoke over bingo night at the 50+ community. The karaoke bar wasn’t bad at all. More than enough space for everyone who went. 

You, Trinity, and Mel had been on stage previously but now sat down to finish your drinks. 

Dennis was watching them for you guys as he spoke with Princess and Perlah. 

Abbot, Robby, Dana, and Park sat by the bar, nursing their drinks. There were more employees scattered about, too. Park looked like he would pay money to be anywhere but there. 

Throughout the night, you and Park kept making eye contact with each other. Before you could dwell on it any more, Parker pulled you out of your thoughts, “How long are you guys going to do this cat and mouse thing with each other?” 

Truth be told, you didn’t know. Clearly, he felt some type of way towards you. Now, whether it was just that he tolerated you more or that the girls were right and he possibly did feel something towards you. 

You doubted it, but all you can do is theorize. You sighed and told them exactly that before getting up to grab another drink. You hadn’t noticed that Park’s seat was empty, or that he was also ordering. 

“I didn’t know you were so great at karaoke”, a teasing voice said to your right. Your head quickly snapped over before your face started to flush. 

His hair was slicked back as usual, but he traded in his scrubs for dark jeans and a dark plum sweater. He had a gold watch adorning his wrist, and it made his fingers look delectable. You felt as though you’d lost the ability to speak.

“What can I say? I like to brush up on my talents during my off days,” you responded jokingly.

“You look beautiful,” he said smoothly. “It’s nice to see you having fun outside of work,” he finished off casually.

That made you stop, before you replied, “Do you think about me outside of work often?”

Normally, you’d never ask something like that. It must be the drinks, the liquid courage giving you the confidence you lack.

“More than I should,” he settled on finally.

“So I guess what everyone’s been saying was true then. You have been flirting with me,” you stated, kind of like a question, but also not.

He looked at you as though it should have been obvious the whole time before replying, “Of course I was. I’m not someone who does that, usually. But you bring it out of me”. He replied honestly. 

You sipped your drink as he finished his beer, the two of you moving to a more secluded table. “So now what?” you finally asked after a few moments of silence. 

“Now”, he said, “I take you out on an actual date, and we go from there”. His tone left no room for argument, as if you’d deny him. 

“I can’t believe I really never noticed you were flirting this whole time”. You said, exasperated with yourself. “I can kiss you if that would make things more obvious,” he replied, a bit cheekily, in his own way.

“I think that might be best,” you said, attempting to flirt, before he placed his lips over yours.