Author note: I don’t have any one to beta read my content. As stated I've tried to make everything I’ve wrote gender neutral but If I have slipped up somewhere please just let me know and I’ll fix it asap. <3
Triple Frontier Boys :
Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales
Do you want to know a secret? (Gender Neutral)
Oh My love.. My darling (Gender Neutral)
Will Miller
Hello Nurse (Gender Neutral)
Benny Miller
You are my sunshine (Gender Neutral)
Waking up in Vegas (Gender Neutral)
Santiage ‘Pope’ Garcia
Hey Brother (Platonic x Triple Frontier boys)
Yelena Belova:
To make her smile: (Ace!Yelena Belova x Gender Neutral Reader)
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accidentally unfollowing mutuals and then having to refollow is the walk of shame. im in your notifs with the biggest frown on my face. i repent deeply.
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may i please please pretty please request a jack angst fic inspired by parachute <3
It's strange seeing Jack again, after all these years.
Sitting across from him in a coffee shop as if you're simply acquaintances - when you once meant the world to each other. "I was sorry to hear about your divorce," He murmurs softly, eyes searching out your gaze. You don't give him the satisfaction.
"He was a prick," is all you can manage, to sum up the entire decade you spent married to your ex.
"I know you wanted kids. Wish you could've had that."
That puts your heckles up, and you lift your coffee to your lips in an attempt to stop a biting remark from slipping out. It doesn't work. "Well, we can't always get what we want."
The pity in his expression is too much, and you find yourself wanting to dig the knife a little deeper. "You didn't, either."
It's the lowest of lows, and you hate yourself for using his dead wife as a trump card. But you also hate Jack a little for not reaching out all these years.
For lying to you before your own wedding. For telling you he was happy you were with Jason, only to reveal six months later that he's been in love with you since you were sixteen.
Jack had definitely not been expecting the pilates class to be as hard as you warned. He had left feeling tired and sore but nothing he felt he couldn’t walk off during tonight’s shift.
That was his first mistake.
He makes his rounds and filters between rooms to assess and treat patients. His legs are a bit sore and he doesn’t quite notice how stiff he’s walking.
But Dana does.
He goes to pass by her when she gets his attention.
“Abbot!” she yells.
Jack turns his head towards her “Huh? What’s wrong?”
She nods towards him.
“That’s what I’m trying to ask you. You good? Stick in your ass or something?”
He rolls his eyes dramatically.
“No, but I’m sure it could be compared to it. My girl took me to a pilates class this morning.”
Dana’s jaw drops in amusement.
“You? In a pilates class?? Oh my god that’s gold. You’re a pilates princess now eh?”
Jack frowns as she laughs behind her hand.
“Yeah yeah yeah. Get it all out. But the soreness should be gone by tomorrow. I can’t wait.”
That’s when Dana looks at him with raised eyebrows.
“Oh, so you think you’ll be good by tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” he nods his head as if it was common sense .
She stares at him for a minute before continuing “Do you want to call out now or wait until you can barely move tomorrow?”
“Pshh, calling out my ass. I’ll be fine Dana.”
She crosses her arms “Okay Abbot. If I don't see you before you leave today, I’ll see you in two days.”
He lifts his arms up and makes a face that says ‘Are you kidding me?’
“You will see me tomorrow night, Evans! I’ll put $100 on it!”
“Deal!” she chuckles as she walks away.
‘I’ll be fine. She’s so dramatic. And tomorrow I’ll be $100 richer.’ he thinks
That right there was his second mistake.
One he wouldn’t realize until he wakes up from sleeping later.
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The next day Jack sleeps until late afternoon like usual. You had joined him so you could nap and be with him before his next shift tonight.
Jack slowly wakes before his alarm.
He goes to stretch and sit up a bit when “Shiiit!” he hisses.
His back hits the bed.
Oh fuck.
He stares at the ceiling before lifting one arm which pulls more curses from him.
There’s no way Dana was right.
Shuffling of the comforter grabs his attention momentarily.
You turn over and cuddle close to him, your head laying on his chest.
His very sore chest, as he’s quickly learning.
He groans low at the pressure.
Your face scrunches as you open an eye.
“Y’okay babe?”
He nods slightly stiff “Yeah. All good sweetheart.”
You lift your head to look at him.
“You sure? You sound weird.”
He turns his head carefully hiding how sore he is.
“I’m perfect honey. Promise.”
“Mmmm if you say so J. I need to get up. I need to get some things for tomorrow’s dinner since you're off this weekend.”
He hums in agreement “Sounds good. Will I see you before I leave?”
You roll out of bed and stretch your arms above your head.
He can't help but watch and not understand how you’re not in the same amount of pain he’s in.
“I don't think so babe but I’ll obviously say bye before I leave.” you giggle at him staring at you, unaware he’s sore as all hell.
“You better.” he slightly smirks.
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Once you’re dressed you walk over to his side of the bed.
“I’m headed out now baby. I’ll see you in the morning. Be safe. I love you.”
He savors the kiss you give him.
“I love you too. Text me when you get back.”
“I will” you agree as you head out of the bedroom.
When Jack hears the front door close, he finally lets out a loud mix of a sigh and groan.
“Fuuuuuck me. Dammit!”
It takes him a solid 25 minutes to move from the bed to the kitchen.
He glances at the time on the stove.
4:57 p.m.
There’s still time to call out but 1) he can’t lose the bet with Dana and 2) he doesn’t want you to see him struggle to move after he had so confidently said pilates was just glorified yoga. Yeah no, he had to go to work. Pain and soreness be damned.
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Jack surveys the pitt before going in, looking to avoid Dana for as long as possible. He thinks his pain isn’t obvious but it catches the eyes of a few.
Particularly, those of his best friend Robby.
“Hey Abbot. C’mere!”
Jack looks over and gives a tight-lipped grin before slowly making his way over.
“Hey Robby, what’s up.”
Robby raises an eyebrow as he quickly assesses his friend.
“Spit it out Robinavitch.” Jack groans.
“What’s wrong? You’re acting like someone ran you over with a car. Did ya make the girlfriend mad recently?” he chuckles
Jack slowly turns and walks slightly limps away “Bye Robby!” he waves a hand behind him.
Dana sees the interaction from a supply cart and approaches Robby once Jack’s out of sight.
“Wow. I didn’t think our pilates princess was gonna show up today.” she grins
Robby swings his head towards her “Pilates princess?”
“Oh boy, don’t I have something to show you.” she says while pulling out her phone.
What Jack didn’t know was that Dana was a friend of your pilates instructor (unbeknownst to you). And that she had begged and pleaded with the promise of margaritas to your instructor for a small clip of Jack in class with you yesterday.
He would soon find out she had been successful.
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Jack lays on an empty bed in the hallway trying to ease his sore muscles.
He’s almost reaching some peace when he hears laughing.
Okay, weird. Whatever.
Then he hears more laughter and in between he hears a faint
‘Keep moving Dr. Abbot! Keep pulsing!’
His eyes fly open at the familiar voice.
Oh fuck. Nooo.
He manages to get up and make his way towards the commotion coming from the break room.
At the table is Dana surrounded by the pittlings.
“Look at him!” Trinity points at the phone “he’s literally shaking.”
Frank tries to hold back his laughter but fails.
“Ahem” Jack clears his throat
Everyone visible stiffens and then their heads in his direction.
“Well look who we have here,” Dana says amused “the pitt’s Pilates princess. Nice of you to join us Abbot.”
“I think we all have better things to do than see me fail at that class, right?”
Everyone nods quickly before scattering, leaving just him and Dana.
He holds his hand out. “Pay up Evans.”
She chuckles as she pulls the money from her wallet and hands it over.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well, I may be out a hundred dollars but,” she waves her phone with the video paused on the screen “I think I’m the real winner here.”
Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests still but you know those TikTok’s where girls take their boyfriends to a Pilates class or something to prove them it’s actually really hard 😭 can’t stop thinking of reader taking Jack or Robby and they’re struggling through the class
The warm sunlight shines through your bedroom curtains, waking your sleeping boyfriend.
Jack squints, slowly blinking as he goes to pull you closer but finds your side of the bed empty.
Today is usually your day off and you spend the greater part of the morning in bed with him before you lose him to the night shift.
He rubs his face and sits up, getting his prosthetic on and makes his way to the kitchen.
Your back is turned to him. You’re humming a song as you put together a bowl of oatmeal with fruits on top.
Jack dramatically huffs to get your attention.
Hearing the sound you look over your shoulder and see your pouty boyfriend standing at the hallway entrance. A slight frown on his face and sleep riddled hair in all directions as he stands there and stares at you.
“Can I help you, J?” you chuckle lightly.
He’s so cute when he’s dramatic.
“You could come back to bed with me? Why are you even up this early?”
He shuffles over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head in the crook of your neck. The scent of your body wash is fresh and potent.
“Well I was supposed to go to pilates class tomorrow but something came up so it was rescheduled for this morning instead.”
His arms squeeze tighter around you.
“Can’t you skip it? Stay with your amazing boyfriend for the morning?” he teases as he kisses along your neck.
“Jack nooo” you smile and turn in his arms.
“I gotta keep up with the classes. I know I won’t lose my progress from one class but I’m determined to be at every one. Missing one makes my body feel even more sore the next time I’m there.”
He grins at you.
“Pilates? Making your body hurt? It can’t be that hard. Don’t you just get on a yoga mat with those small weights? Like a fast-paced, glorified yoga class.”
Your eyebrows rise as a smile forms on your face.
“Glorified yoga?” You giggle.
“I mean if you really think about it sweetheart.” He muses.
“Okay Mr. Military” you pat his arm “come with me then.”
“Come with you?”
You nod your head as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“Mhm. Come with me. One class and if you still think it’s that easy, I’ll skip my next class to give you a real workout. In bed. Fair?”
He smirks “It’s a deal, sweetheart.”
“Alright J, get changed. We leave in 20 minutes.”
You kiss him briefly and then slide under his arm, grabbing your breakfast.
You smile as you walk away.
He has no idea what he’s in for.
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You both had made it on time to the pilates studio.
Grabbing an extra mat and the equipment for class, you both make your way to the back of the room and get situated.
“Alright,” Jack says looking around “place is cute and shit. Now what?”
You hand him a pair of light dumbbells.
“Now is when you pray to make it through the class because you have no idea what you’re in for babe.” you say as you sit on your mat.
He sits on his mat beside you.
“Sweetheart, I do yoga most mornings. I’ve been doing it for years. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” you shrug and take a sip of your water “famous last words.”
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“Keep moving Dr. Abbot! Keep pulsing!”
The voice of the class instructor echos above the beat of the music.
Jack’s legs tremble as moves. He's in a lunging position with a block under one foot and 3 pound dumbbells held out in each hand.
Youre in the same position and can’t help but grin as you look to over at him as he’s clearly struggling.
“You heard her baby, keep moving” you giggle
“Shut-” he takes a few laboring breaths “up” he finishes.
You shake your head with a smile as you keep pulsing along with the instructors directions.
“AAAAND DONE!” she yells loudly for the class to hear.
Jack lightly collapses on his mat, laying on his back with his arms stretched above his head.
“T-Thank god.” he barely gets out
You sit right up against him and rub his leg.
“You good J?” you ask with a smile “Still feel this is glorified yoga?”
He shakes his head.
“No. No. This isn't even close to yoga. This is hell for sure.”
A loud laugh escapes you at his dramatic description.
“You’re such a baby” you say as you dab a sweat rag against his face to help him cool off a little bit.
“Sit up babe”
He grabs on to your hand to pull himself up and you hand him his water bottle.
Jack takes a long sip of his water.
“Never bring me back here.” he says while shaking his head
You rub his back as he catches his breath.
“Don’t like it Dr. Abbot?” you tease
“Fuck no sweetheart,” he lays back down on the mat
“How about I make it up to you with some coffee and then a post-workout shower. You and me?”
His head lifts up with a smirk “I think I can be persuaded into these plans. Especially the last part.”
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My second request is angst/comfort! Reader is in a relationship with Brendon Park but she’s chronically ill. So she doesn’t always have a lot of energy, needs to rest a lot, be more of a homebody, things like that!! But she feels bad for kind of being a bore and Brendon is like girl no?? No this doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I have a heart condition and maybe am a bore sometimes. Why would you think that?! Ok love you bye
You’re excited as you clean the apartment. Tonight you have plans to go out to dinner and drinks with Brendon and one of your mutual friends and his wife. It had been a while since you had been able to go out for some time with friends.
See, you had a heart condition that often limited your lifestyle. This ranged from physical pain, depleted energy, & mental and emotional exhaustion.
You had to adapt to this by getting a job that would allow you to work from home half of the time or allow you to leave the office when you were having a bad flare up.
Plans tended to get canceled or postponed. Sometimes even simple tasks were left undone due to the physical exhaustion like laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, etc.
While most family and friends understood your limitations, not everyone did. Friends would often drift away because you "are always laying around” or “not fun enough”. It took a toll on you and you were always hesitant about making friends.
That’s why when you met Brendon, you were terrified he’d run off at the explanation of your illness. While it was encouraging that he was a doctor and would medically understand the situation, it didn’t mean he would be empathetic and care.
Of course, he surprised you and blew all your doubts out of the water on a daily basis. He never once made you feel like your condition was a burden. He simply adapted and always in a way that still included you.
Although it was everything you could have wanted, sometimes you couldn't help but feel he harbored some type of resentment about it.
Like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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You’ve finished cleaning over the last few hours and you had a little over an hour to get ready before Brendon gets home.
You’re in the middle of brushing your teeth when you feel a wave of exhaustion hit.
No. No, I'm not letting this stop me right now.
Brendon had been excited to catch up with friends and you couldn’t ruin it for him.
Once you’re done you go to grab your outfit.
You sit on the bed to put on your shoes when your chest starts to hurt, a tight feeling spreading all over.
Shit! Why now of all days?
You abandon the shoes and carefully but quickly make your way to your purse in the living room.
The pill bottle with your rescue medicine shakes lightly as your hands tremble while opening it.
Popping the medicine in your mouth you swallow and sit on the couch waiting for it to take effect.
If you weren’t tired now, you definitely would be after it kicks in.
There’s no way you’ll be able to go out tonight.
‘Brendon’s going to be so disappointed.’ you think as you take your phone from your pocket to text him.
You watch as the read receipt changes to ‘read’ and then the text bubble moves. It goes on for about a minute and then it disappears. No reply back.
Fuck he’s probably upset.
It’s all my fault.
Your hand covers your mouth as you choke back a sob.
The tears fall steadily now as you grab a pillow from beside you and hold it tight.
I hate this.
I hate this so much.
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About an hour later, you’re still on the couch when you hear the door open.
Looking over your shoulder you see Brendon come in. You close your eyes tight as you turn back around.
You open your eyes when you hear something being moved.
Brendon is moving the ottoman to you and then he moves your legs onto it.
“Bren, w-what are you doing?”
He smiles at you, ignoring your question to ask one of his own.
“How are you feeling sweetheart? Your chest hurting at all?”
“Not anymore but Bren, I’m really sor–”
He walks towards the kitchen as he talks.
“Have you taken your vitamins and supplements yet?”
Your brows furrow a bit as you try apologizing.
“No but Bren it’s fine, I’m trying to–”
You’re interrupted by hearing him rummage through cabinets and the fridge door being opened and closed.
Next thing you know he’s setting down a bowl with the vitamins and your freshly filled water bottle.
He then goes back to the kitchen and you hear bags rustle as he walks back to you.
It’s food from your favorite Italian restaurant down the street.
“Bren, what is all of this? You still need to get ready for tonight.”
Now it’s him who looks at you with a confused face.
“What? I’m not going out tonight.”
Your heart starts to race anxiously.
“What!? Bren I’m sorry–look! Let me just get ready real quick and I’ll be fi-”
He gently sits you back down by your shoulders and sits right up against you.
“You’re not going anywhere besides in my arms or in bed if you start feeling worse.”
Your lip starts to wobble as tears form.
“But I ruined our night. Aren’t you mad?”
He pulls you in for a short but strong kiss and then pulls back.
“Yeah we had plans but you're not feeling good. Why would I ever be mad about that? Also, there's no way in hell I’m gonna go out to our plans without you.”
You cover your face with your hands “But you’ll miss out on a good time because I’m so tired and it’ll be boring.”
“Baby,” he pulls you into a hug “I could never find you boring. My life was boring before I met you. Now life has been nothing but amazing ever since. You have an illness, yes. It can hinder your plans, yes. But will I ever be upset about it? No. My plans and fun are wherever you are. I won’t ever be upset that you need to cancel things to rest and look out for yourself.”
You can’t help but cry into his chest at his heartfelt words.
“Even if I wasn’t a doctor that understood your condition, I’d do anything to make sure you’re okay and taken care of because I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. No matter what, we take this day by day and we figure it out. Not name call ourselves for something out of our control. Deal?”
You peer up at him through wet eyelashes.
“Deal.” you sniffle “I love you too Bren. Thank you for everything.”
“Always, sweetheart.” he says as he gently kisses your forehead.
Brendon pulls you against him with one arm and grabs a blanket off the back of the couch with the other. You cuddle close to him and kiss his cheek.
As he starts a movie, the doubts of today slowly disappear and are replaced with an abundance of gratitude and love .
Hiii!! Ok so I read the smuts and they were soo good!! Very much original very much loved!! Okay so I have two requests one is smut: size kink with Brendon Park. Like maybe he picks reader up and fucks her up against the wall!
The words in front of you start to scramble. The bright screen of your computer blurs to the point you have to close your eyes.
Frustration doesn’t even begin to describe the day you’ve had.
You had gotten to work today and walked in on a project nightmare. After working nonstop all day it was finally dealt with.
Unfortunately, your other work projects took the back burner and you were behind. So, you opted in taking some work home and trying to catch back up.
You glance at the time on your phone.
Three hours straight of work.
You groan as you lean your head on your crossed arms on the table.
The noise causes your boyfriend Brendon to look over at you from the couch.
He could sense the tension you were carrying when you came home. Then he witnessed you double down and get work done.
You had been at it for a few hours now and he just wants you to relax.
Fortunately, he’s got the perfect remedy.
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“Baby!”
Your head turns at the voice and you don’t see Brendon in the living room where had been the last few hours.
“Yeah Bren?” you call back.
“C’mere!”
You roll your head back “Why don’t you come here babe?”
“Nope! Get your ass over here sweetheart!”
You can’t help but grin at his words, slowly getting up.
“Alright Bren, you win” you say loud enough as you follow where his voice came from.
Walking into the bedroom, you're met with a surprise.
On the bedside table there's various lotions and oils. His phone is there too with soothing music playing.
Your favorite part is a piece of paper taped to the headboard of the bed with ‘Massage Time’ written in Brendon’s messy but legible handwriting.
“Welcome to your relaxation station sweetheart. A Park recommendation.” he winks
A giggle escapes you as you walk up to his towering frame, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.
“I know how hard you've been working. Especially today. Thought I could indulge you in a well earned break. What d’ya say?”
You pull him down a bit for a soft kiss “I’d loooove a massage right now. You’re the best, Bren.”
He lets you go gently “Okay,” he claps his hands together “This is a clothes free zone and you’re severely overdressed.”
You raise an eyebrow in amusement.
“So my relaxation is to get naked for you, huh?”
“I mean it is a win win situation for everyone but who can really say.” he grins
You shake your head slightly as you begin to undress.
Once you’re completely naked he leads you over to the bed and has you lay on your stomach.
You rest your head on your arms and turn your head to look over at him.
He pours an oil into his hands and rubs them together as he approaches you.
Your eyes close as his warm hands touch your shoulders and start to massage into your muscles.
“Mmmm Brennn, that feels amazing” you lightly moan.
He chuckles as his hands make their way down your back “Not the first time you’ve told me that.”
You feel your face warm at what he’s referring to.
Brendon continues the massage down to your hips, over your ass, and then to your legs. He started from the ankles and worked his way up until he got to your upper inner thighs.
It truly is relaxing until you feel a finger brush the outer lips of your pussy.
The touch makes you jump a bit but then you relax again.
He continues to work the area until his fingers touch your clit and start slowly massaging there.
“B-bren, what are you d–”
Your words die in your mouth as two fingers slip into you, the other hand still circling your clit.
This pulls a loud moan out of you as you arch your back slightly.
“Just helping you relax sweetheart.”
“Uh-uh huhhh” you moan as he picks up the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you.
He picks up the pace even more as he feels you clench around his fingers.
“What was that babe?” you hear the teasing tone in his words.
You bury your head into your arms as you grip the comforter, the pleasure building up in your lower stomach.
Suddenly his fingers slip out of you.
Your eyes open at the loss of contact and fading orgasm.
Then Brendon pulls you up and maneuvers you onto his lap, right over his hard cock.
“T-Thank you f-for the massage Bren,” you stutter out as you grind down on him.
He kisses you quickly.
“You’re welcome sweetheart. I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl, huh?”
You nod quickly as he grinds up against you.
He pulls you into a kiss with a hand around your throat.
Your hands then go to the band of his briefs and start tugging them off.
“Want my cock sweetheart?” he mumbles against your lips.
“Please Bren…”
“Then get on your knees for me.”
You scramble off of his lap to comply.
He stands, seeming impossibly tall. Then your eyes fall to his rock hard cock that’s just waiting for you.
You grab him and start slowly stroking him, your fingers not even meeting around him because of how thick he is.
Your tongue lightly moves over the slit.
He groans as his hand holds the side of your face.
The sight of you on your knees for him, your small hands on him, it’s everything.
His hand tightens slightly as you put his cock into your mouth and down your throat.
“Fuuuuck sweetheart. Your mouth is gold.”
You smirk around him as your head bobs. After only a few minutes he’s tapping your cheek gently.
“Okay, okay c’mere baby. I’m gonna cum,” he says helping you up “But not in your mouth.”
You let out a gasp as he picks you up by your thighs and then has your back against the wall.
His large frame engulfs you, large hands holding you steady and firmly.
Your arms wrap around his neck.
“Please fuck me Bren.”
“Yes ma’am” he whispers.
He never breaks eye contact as he lines his cock up with your pussy and slowly pushes in.
Once he’s buried to the hilt you both moan at the feeling.
You press your head closely to the side of his, moaning into his ear at the feeling of being full.
Brendon takes that as a sign to start moving.
It starts out slow and gentle. He looks down where you guys connect and watches his large cock disappear into your tight hole. He loves the way your pussy stretches obscenely around him.
The scene makes him harder if it’s even possible and then he begins to move faster and harder.
One of his hands stays holding your leg and the other makes its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.
“C’mon baby, need ya to come for me.”
You nod as much as his hand allows, that feeling building in your stomach again.
You sneak your hand down between you both and find your clit.
The feeling of that and Brendon fucking you throws you over the edge, leaning your head back against the wall at the overwhelming intensity.
Brendon thrusts into you a few more times until he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard in you.
“Fuu-uuck” he moans into your neck as you both let the remnants of your orgasms roll through you.
Once his breathing goes back to normal he cups the side of your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
“You okay sweetheart?”
You meet his eyes and smile “I’m good Bren. Definitely relaxed now”
Was the first thing your fiancé had said at 6:30 this morning. You obviously were very on board with that. You and Brendon both had the same day off for the first time in a few weeks, so a new adventure was due.
That’s how you find yourself hand in hand with him as you guys stroll down the streets of downtown Pittsburgh.
You look around at all the shops in search of something interesting to do when you look up ahead and see a sign hanging from the building
‘Twists & Turns Tattoos’
You squeeze Brendon’s hand.
“Babe!”
He looks over at you “Yeah sweetheart?”
“I know what we can do.”
“And that is?” he questions with a raised eyebrow and small smile.
Raising your joined hands you point at the tattoo shop sign.
“You want a tattoo? For sure?” he grins
“Positive!”
He pulls you gently towards the shop “Then let’s go get some tattoos.”
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As you both look at designs, Brendon moves in front of you to get your attention.
“Wanna make this interesting?”
You raise an eyebrow at him “How so?”
“Let’s choose each other’s tattoos.”
“What if I already had something in mind?” you tease.
He takes a step closer.
“You can save that for another time. Easy.”
“Hmmmm” you hum as you think about it.
Brendon walks over to the counter and sets his elbow on it with his hand held out.
“How about this, if you win the arm wrestle, you can get your tattoo and I’ll get one I want. But, if I win, we each choose a tattoo for each other.”
Damn you Brendon.
He knew you couldn’t turn down a challenge.
“Deal. But we get to choose where we want it on ourselves.”
He nods with a smile “I can agree with that.”
You walk to the counter and grab his hand.
“Okay, on the count of three. 1…2…3!”
You put all your strength and effort into it. Brendon is strong but you were too. His hand slowly starts to move back and it seems you’re about to win. But then it’s like he catches a second wind and within a split second your hand is pushed back flat on the counter.
“Fuck!” you laugh as Brendon pumps his fist in the air.
He pulls you into a hug and kisses your head.
“Alright babe, go find something for me.” he says
“You too, Park” you poke his chest
He crosses his arms “I already know mine.”
Secretly you already had your idea too.
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You both are taken to different rooms with the artists and prepped without seeing what the stencil is.
This wasn’t your first tattoo. You had a few small stars along your hip. This stencil was definitely bigger but nothing you couldn’t handle.
You lay face down on the chair, skin buzzing with nerves as the tattoo artist begins
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An hour and a half later, you’re sitting in the lobby area waiting for Brendon to be finished. You both agreed to make the other guess where the tattoo is and after then you’d both get to see the design the other chose.
Not even twenty minutes later Brendon walks out and over to you. He kisses you briefly and goes to hold both of your hands.
“You good? Excited?”
Your smile grows wide.
“Yesss. I’m so excited. How about you?” you check in
“Oh yeah. Can’t wait to see what you picked. Let’s start with yours first though.”
You pull him over to the giant floor to ceiling mirror at one end of the shop.
“Okay, you get three guesses.”
He looks you up and down for a few minutes.
“Mmmm , your thigh?”
You shake your head.
“Damn. Uh, your….back? Somewhere there?
“Good guess!”
He chuckles as you beam at him “Why there?”
“Because, regardless of what you chose, I knew it would be a reminder of you. So, I wanted it on my back because you’ve always had my back.”
You pull your shirt off and face away from the mirror as he stands right in front of you to block anyone from staring.
“Ready to see it sweetheart?”
You nod as he angles you to where you can see behind you.
Opening your eyes you look over your shoulder through the mirror.
When you see it, your heart swells.
It’s a shark design.
“I love it…” you whisper “It’s beautiful, Bren. What made you choose a shark?”
He walks up to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders.
“You were the first person to call me shark. I’ll never forget you making that joke in medical school. I love it and although the pitt crew wear it out,” he rolls his eyes playfully “I’ll always love it when you say it. Just wanted you to have another reminder of me with you. Your shark.”
Your eyes water at his words and you quickly wipe a stray tear.
“God, I love you so much” you smile
He peppers kisses on your face until you're shaking from the laughter.
“I’ll always have your back, baby. Forever.”
“Alright handsome,” you step back a little “now to find where yours is.”
He stands straight with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
You eye him suspiciously “you better not have gotten it on your di—“
“No! No, of course not babe.” He chuckles
You try to think as your eyes roam his massive frame.
“On your arm?”
He shakes his head “That’s two guesses sweetheart. Only one more guess.”
“Your neck? I dont know!”
Brendon shakes his head again.
“Guess you’ll never know.”
You grab his hands quickly "please please please tell me Bren”
He looks at you for a minute to drag it out before pulling the collar of his shirt to the side where you see the covering.
“Your chest?”
“No,” he corrects “over my heart.”
You pout your lip out at his answer.
“I wanted whatever you chose as close to my heart as possible.”
Fanning your eyes you point back at the mirror “Okay now go look at it before I cry too much.”
He walks over as he pulls his shirt off, displaying all the muscle he normally has hidden under scrubs.
You watch as he analyzes the piece.
“Do you hate it?” you ask timidly from beside him.
“It’s amazing, sweetheart. Although you did copy my shark idea.”
“Nuh uh!” You gently hit his chest with a laugh “I was already thinking of it.”
“Well then copycat, any meaning for it?”
You wrap your arms around him from behind.
“It’s you and me, Bren.”
Your arms feel when he takes a deep breath and you see his face stare solemnly at the mirror.
You walk in front of him “You okay baby?”
Tears line his eyes as he looks up and sniffles.
“Yeah,” he says as he pulls you into his chest “I just… I love this and I love you.”
Can you do a park story about his wife being really shy and does crafts and baking and sales them online and gets hurt baking or doing a craft and comes to the emergency room nobody there knows she's parks wife thanks
To say you were busy was an understatement. As a small local baker, you didn't tend to get too many orders on a regular basis. But this week? Absolutely slammed for your business of one worker, yourself.
You started tackling orders at 6 a.m., briefly saying goodbye to Brendon as he kissed you on the cheek before leaving for his shift.
It’s now 10 a.m. and you're almost caught up on orders. Right now you’re working on a few apple pies. It’s not the worst thing but peeling and cutting apples? That’s the annoying part.
You’re scrolling through emails as you cut the apples, trying to manage orders while keeping up with the ones you’re working on.
One email snags your attention as you work
“Ten cakes for next weekend? Are they insane? That’s way too m–FUCK!”
Your mumbling turns into a scream as you glance down and see a deep gash in the palm of your hand, bleeding pretty bad.
“Shit, shit, sh–owww” you wince as you make your way to the sink.
I guess that’s what’s bound to happen when you cut an apple in your hand.
Brendon had warned you time after time to use a real cutting board and not sacrifice your hand as one.
Of course he’d eventually be right about this.
You find a clean dish rag and tightly wrap it around your hand as you turn off all the appliances before heading to the pitt.
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You walk into the pitt nervously. You had never met anyone from the hospital and Brendon had kept you private from his work life. He just loved being able to unload the day’s stress in the safety of home, specifically in your arms.
You had been to the pitt a few times for friends, family, and a few injuries of your own. You didn’t really know who anyone was other than names and they definitely had no idea about you.
—-
After checking in you only sat in chairs for around 30 minutes before being called back. You sit on the bed and count to twenty in your head to try and distract yourself from the pain that’s now setting in.
“Good morning, I’m Dr. Langdon, what brings you in tod–oh!”
Your face warms in slight embarrassment. In your haste to make it to the hospital you didn’t check your appearance. One that consisted of being covered in flour, sugar and now some blood.
“Langdon, you know it’s rude to stare at our obviously injured patients.”
A man as you recognize as Dr. Michael Robinavitch ,or Robby, speaks as he follows Dr. Langdon in. You had seen him on the hospital’s website in the list of doctors when you had wanted to see who Brendon worked with.
The same voice draws your attention back.
“Good morning Miss…” he looks at your chart “Miss Park.”
You can tell he doesn’t make any connection to your husband.
“What brings you in today?”
You slightly lift your wrapped hand “Me vs. a knife and it's safe to say I didn’t win” you manage to say with a smile as a tear falls.
“Well, I hope you put up a fair fight.” Robby jokes to help ease your nerves.
He gently grabs your hand and unwraps the towel for a closer look.
You wince as it peels away and turn your head to the side.
“Sorry, sorry. Yeah, you got yourself pretty good here. It’s gonna require stitches unfortunately.”
You nod as you wipe your face.
“That’s fine. I should’ve known cutting things in my hand would end badly one day. My husband told me this would happen.”
Robby chuckles as he gathers the medical instruments.
“Smart man.”
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The elevator dings as it makes it to the pitt floor and opens, revealing Brendon Park. He stalks towards the nurses station in search of information on a consult.
As he shuffles through some charts, he quickly glances up at the patient board and looks back down.
Suddenly his head snaps up and he reads the board again
‘Y/n Park’
The name makes his blood run cold and he moves quick towards the room listed, not even looking at the reason you’re there.
He comes to a halt at the doorway of your room. Robby is gathering supplies and Frank sits by the tray holding your hand out to examine it before numbing it.
“Get your hands off her.”
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Dr. Langdon or Frank, as Robby has also referred to him as, holds your hand out to look over it one more time before administering the numbing medicine.
He grabs the needle off of the tray and goes to inject it when a deep familiar voice grabs everyone’s attention.
“Get your hands off her.”
You look up towards the doorway and are met with the eyes of your husband.
Brendon stands there very still, frown in place, and eyes locked on you.
“Bren, I–” he cuts you off, repeating the same phrase to Frank.
“Get your hands off of her now.”
Frank looks over his shoulder as Robby looks at Brendon. “Park? What's going on? We didn’t ask for a consult. Nothing's broken.”
“Yeah Park,” Frank says as he turns back to you “This has nothing to do with you.”
Brendon’s eyes harden, as they shift towards Frank.
“She’s my wife.”
Everyone looks at each other. Then you. Then Brendon. Then back at you again.
“Your wife? You have a wife?” Frank questions in shock.
Brendon pulls out the ring attached to the chain around his neck.
“Shit” Frank mutters.
Robby steps forward “Look Park, you know the rule about working on family. You can be here but you can’t help.”
Brendon silently looks at you before nodding slightly.
“But only you or Abbot can do the stitching.”
Frank makes a face “Look I’m perfectly capable of—“
“No.” Brendon states firmly “She’s my wife and she gets the best care that’s available. You can put a bandaid on at the end if it makes you feel better but anything else is attending work. I won’t have anything less for her.”
He sits behind you on the bed and pulls you back against his chest.
“Hey baby.” you whisper over your shoulder.
He rests his chin on your shoulder and whispers to you.
“What happened, sweetheart? You okay?”
You laugh a little “I think I might take your advice on using a cutting board after today.”
“Cutting those damn apples in your hand, huh?” you feel him smile against your cheek.
You roll your eyes playfully “Yeah, yeah, yeah you were right, big guy.”
His hands come up to your face and gently wipe the last few tears away.
Your moment is interrupted by Robby grabbing your hand and administering the lidocaine.
Brendon holds you tighter when he hears you wince.
“Sorry, Mrs. Park” Robby cracks a half smile with you.
“No,” you smile. “I’m sorry about my husband and his oh so gentle words.”
That pulls a laugh from Robby. “No worries. He’s prickly because he cares. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same if this happened to someone I loved.”
You blush as Brendon rubs your hip gently with one hand as he securely holds you around the waist with the other.
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Unbeknownst to you three, there's a small group at the nurse’s station watching the interaction.
“Who would’ve guessed the Park the Shark would have a wife. She looks like such a sweetheart too.” Trinity says to Dana as they both watch Brendon hold you.
“She is but him? What a fuckin peach.” Frank mutters with his head on his fist.
Trinity glances back at him with a teasing look
“You’re just mad because Park made you look like an intern compared to everyone else.”
“I’d say he’s husband material if you think about it. Very book trope coded” Samira says looking at the other two.
“Black cat x golden retriever.” Frank states.
“Mmmm, more like grumpy x sunshine. Only soft for her.” Trinity says.
They all three look at you and Brendon in the room.
Hi, I saw that your requests are open, so I was wondering if you could please do a Brendon Park x reader, where the reader is a bit self-deprecating and Brendon doesn’t accept any of that, gently reminding her that she’s good and that he adores her.
“You? In the medical field? Don’t they want smart people for the job?”
The words make you want to recoil but you don't move. You don’t let the tears fall.
“All I can say is if you were to ever be a doctor, I wouldn’t want you fucking helping me. I don’t believe you’d be good enough at it.”
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You shake your head as a voice pulls you from the memory.
“Ready to go, sweetheart?”
Clearing your throat you turn to face where the voice was coming from.
“Yeah baby, I just have to grab my bag and shoes.” you say back as your boyfriend walks out of the bedroom, fixing his watch.
You and Brendon were headed to a dinner with most of the pitt staff.
As the pitt’s favorite nurse and their beloved friend, you were invited to all of the outings. Brendon always got an invitation as well and came to them as often as he could.
You always looked forward to spending time with everyone. It lifted your spirits every time, even on bad days, including today.
Brendon looks at you with a smile “Alright hot stuff, let’s get a move on then.”
His words cause your face to heat up as he places a hand on your hip and moves you towards your stuff at the front door.
Tonight was going to be exactly what you needed.
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The group sits in a large booth at the back of the restaurant. Appetizers and drinks had been ordered and now everyone was just in conversations of various forms.
You were in a small conversation with Dennis and Samira when Brendon starts talking and the conversation catches your attention.
“So,” he looks between Jack and Robby “what advice would you give someone wanting to go to medical school?”
You still at the question.
Oh Brendon Park you better not.
“You do know you’re already a doctor, right Park?” Robby says chuckling.
Jack tilts his head “Why do you ask?”
Brendon looks over at you a bit with a grin and you give him your best ‘shut your mouth right now’ face.
“Your favorite nurse takes the MCAT in a few months.”
You don’t notice how all conversation has died and everyone’s heads have all turned to face you.
“Is he serious, kid?” Jack asks with a heartwarming smile.
You nod slightly.
“Holy shit! Yes! You’re gonna be a doctor with us!” Trinity yells excitedly halfway up from her seat.
You huff out a breath with a smile “Well I hope I’m actually smart enough for it”
Brendon looks at you with a confused face, hoping you’re joking. You’re the smartest person he knows.
“Sweet pea, you’re such an amazing nurse. Of course you’re smart. You’ll kill it.” Dana reassures you.
Samira gently grasps your hand from across the table.
“You’re seriously talented. Literally the pitt’s best nurse.”
“Thank you Samira,” you say sincerely “god knows I barely made it this far. Barely passed the NCLEX. Would probably help if my brain worked more often” you joke.
Brendon has a tight lipped smile but behind it his heart is breaking at how you’re talking about yourself. The others don't seem to know your jokes aren’t jokes. He can tell you mean it and he can’t figure out why.
He’d get to the bottom of it tonight.
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A few hours later you arrive back to the apartment with Brendon following behind you.
You set your keys on the counter with your bag and let out a sigh.
“Tonight was so good. I needed that.”
Brendon nods as he makes his way in front of you.
His silence catches your attention.
“You okay, Bren?”
He grabs one of your hands and holds it in both of his.
“What was that tonight?”
Your eyebrows furrow at his question “What was what?”
“When I brought up medical school. Everyone had something nice to say and maybe they thought your responses were jokes but I know they weren’t. Why would you say any of that about yourself?”
You swallow hard and your chest gets tight.
You didn’t realize Brendon had been paying such close attention. That he noticed your insecurities speaking tonight in the jokes you made.
“I uh…I don’t know” you mumble, avoiding eye contact with Brendon.
He gently squeezes your hand.
“I think you do know. You know I love you. So much. I won’t make you but can you tell me why?”
You look up at the ceiling hoping he won’t see the tears in your eyes threatening to fall.
His large hand caresses the side of your face “Sweetheart…”
“Okay… c’mere” you whisper as you lead him to the couch.
You both sit and you keep his hand in yours as you turn to your side to face him.
“Did I ever tell you that I didn’t plan on being a nurse?”
Brendon furrows his eyebrows at the confession and slowly shakes his head. He thought you had always wanted to be one. You were a natural. Patients loved you as well as the whole hospital staff.
“I wanted to be a doctor. That was the dream.” you gently squeeze his hands.
“I had spent a summer interning in high school in the E.R. and fell in love with it. The stuff that they do in the pitt? What Robby, Jack and the rest of them do? That’s where I saw myself.”
Taking a deep breath you continue.
“When I got home after the last day of interning, I told my mom I wanted to be a doctor.”
Your lip trembles as you hold back tears. Brendon pulls you closer into his side.
“I’ll never forget her laughing in my face, like I had said the funniest joke. She said if I ever wanted to be a doctor that I’d have to be a whole different person. Because the person she was looking at would never achieve something that amazing.”
Brendon tucks your head under his chin as he silently listens.
“While it hurt, it didn’t kill my hope immediately. I still spent summers during college interning at the hospital. I got my Bachelor’s in Nursing so that I could have a better medical background before medical school. Three months later I was ready for the MCAT. I paid the fees, studied, and showed up early for the test. And before it even began, I walked out of the room.”
Brendon rubs up and down your back “What happened, baby?”
You take a shaky breath.
“I let the years of every terrible thing she said get to me. Do you know she didn’t even show up for my college graduation? Because I chose one in medicine and still wanted to be a doctor?” you laugh with bitter tears as you think back on the day you realized no one was there at graduation for you.
You sniff, cuddling closer into Brendon’s embrace.
“I worked myself up so bad I felt physically ill, panicked, and left. It took a year to get the courage to take the NCLEX. I love nursing, don't get me wrong, but being a doctor is where I want to be.”
Brendon gives you a quick squeeze before pulling you back a bit to look you in the eyes.
“Do you know how incredible you are?” he says gently
“You’re so kind, brilliant, talented, beautiful, and so much more. You’re a fucking great nurse and everyone knows it. You’re loved fiercely in the pitt. You’d make a great fucking doctor too. No doubt."
He kisses your forehead gently.
"I’m sorry your mom couldn’t recognize all your amazing qualities. She has no idea how amazing her daughter is. But I do. I know I can’t erase the damage caused but I promise to always remind you of all the good. I’m beyond proud to call you mine and I can’t wait to see you kill the MCAT.”
The tears had already started after the first few words he said.
Your family may not have supported you but Brendon did.
He showed up when it mattered and only ever encouraged you when you had an idea or goal.
Now you feel a little more brave to face your dreams.
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It’s been two months since that night and you had used Brendon’s encouraging words to take the MCAT.
You had been scared shitless that day. Waking up with a tight chest and a slight tremor in your hands.
Brendon had left early that morning so luckily he wouldn’t see you starting to panic.
You had gone to the kitchen to make a coffee and was met with a post it on the machine.
‘You’re gorgeous’
That brought a smile to your face.
You open the cabinet to grab your lucky mug and you’re met with another post it.
‘You’re incredibly brilliant’
Your heart melts while beating faster.
Next you grab your creamer from the fridge and there lies another post it.
‘You’re all the good in this world.’
A tear falls down your face.
Damn you Brendon and your big heart.
When you’re finally ready to leave you go to grab your keys from the bowl and see something under them. You grab it and flip it over, tears immediately forming.
It's a picture of the pitt crew cheering, making heart hands, giving thumbs up, and smiling.
‘We're so proud of you! Our favorite nurse forever!’ written across the top.
You held the picture to your heart for a minute before putting it in your bag.
Okay, I've got this.
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Now you stand at the kitchen island with your laptop, email open and your hands clutched against your chest in anticipation.
“C’mon sweetheart” Brendon says standing shoulder to shoulder with you.
You lean your head back “I know, I knowww. I’m just scared.”
“And that’s okay baby. I’m here with you no matter what.”
You let out a breath and click the ‘see results’ button on the email.
Your eyes scan the page for a few seconds and then it feels like your heart stops.
‘Pass’
“Oh shit! You did it baby! You fucking did it!”
You did it.
Your mom was wrong. So wrong.
Brendon engulfs you in a bear hug and rocks you back and forth.
“You brilliant mind you. I knew you could do it.”
You hug him tight and can only feel gratitude for Brendon and the pitt crew, giving you endless encouragement up to this moment.
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hey!! can you write something about Brendon and exwife!reader who co parent. they’re on pretty good terms for the kid (definitely not because they’re still very much in love 😛) but eventually they get back together. i know it’s pretty vague but i really love second chance and thought you could write it beautifully
You blow out a breath as you look into the hallway mirror.
I can do this.
It’s just him.
I'm fine.
A knock at the door interrupts your attempt at encouraging affirmations. You rub your hands on the side of your jeans as you make your way to the front door.
This happens every time.
This feeling.
The nervousness.
You thought you’d feel more settled after the separation, more peace. But it only seemed to fuel your nerves.
You’re the one who brought up the idea of divorce.
You’re the one who walked away first.
But it wasn’t a light decision.
Brendon was your world. Marrying him was the best decision of your life. Even now you wouldn’t change a thing.
After only one year of marriage, you had your baby girl, Claire. She was the absolute light of your and Brendon’s life.
She wanted for nothing because you both promised to give her the world.
Two years later is when things started to slowly fall apart.
As one of the best orthopedic surgeons on the east coast, Brendon worked quite a lot at the hospital and you knew this. The odd hours, the late nights, not seeing him for a day or two at a time.
You understood what came with that and you were on board from the start.
When Claire was born he was so present for you both and was incredibly involved. After those first two years he started working more. More than usual to the point you weren't sure when he’d be home.
You still kept him thoroughly updated with Claire. Sending videos and pictures, even facetiming him during breaks so he could see her.
Then he stopped answering his phone. Replies became scarce with only a ‘read’ receipt as a sign he even saw your texts.
This started to take a toll on you, on your marriage.
It would be one thing if you were the only one to be affected by this but you had a daughter who was now barely seeing her dad.
After a few months of this you confronted Brendon and explained how you were feeling. That you and Claire missed him and that you need him.
You don’t know what caused the boil over but the night ended in raised voices and tears.
Both of you hurt.
At the time Brendon couldn’t see how things were affecting you. So it was no surprise he didn’t take it well when you suggested separating.
He couldn’t lose you or Claire.
But he did anyways.
Pennsylvania law didn’t require a separation period before divorce but you both agreed it would be better to start with that for Claire’s benefit.
It had been several months since that night and every day you were plagued with every emotion and feeling.
Is he happier?
Does he miss you?
Is he seeing anyone?
The thought makes you sick but you reel the feeling back.
You open the door and come face to face with the same handsome face you fell in love with six years ago.
“Hey” he smiles, holding a sleeping Claire in his arms
“Hey Bren,” you return the smile.
You both had agreed that you would have Claire during the week due to his schedule and that he would get her during the weekends. Not the most ideal but you both wanted her to have as much stability with both of her parents.
Brendon also insisted you get the house to stay in with Claire. It was your home too and he’d never take that from you.
“Come in” you hold the door open wider to let them in.
“I see the zoo wore her out” you chuckle lightly.
He turns towards you “Oh you know it. She loved every minute and then fell asleep before we even made it to the parking lot.”
You smile at that. He had sent you pictures of her and him throughout the day, melting your heart with every photo.
“I’m gonna put her down and then I’ll come down.”
You nod as you lean against the hallway wall.
He turns and heads to the stairs up to Claire’s room to put her down.
Your eyes never leave his figure until he turns the hall corner, out of sight.
You let out a breath you had been holding and make your way to the kitchen, bracing your hands on the counter with your head hanging down.
You don’t realize you haven't moved for a few minutes until a voice startles you.
“You okay?”
You look up and see Brendon in the doorway, a look of concern on his face.
A smile forces its way onto your face “Yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Want something to drink?”
He doesn’t look convinced by your answer but chooses to not address it.
“Sure, whatever you’ve got is fine.”
You turn to escape his intense observation and head for the cabinets.
As you go to grab glasses for drinks, Brendon notices a shine on your left hand.
Specifically your ring finger.
There's a ring.
Your wedding ring.
He hadn’t noticed it before, assuming you didn’t want the reminder.
A sliver of hope fills his chest.
This may be his only opportunity. He can’t pass it up.
He leans back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed.
“You still wear it?”
You continue to fix both drinks “Wear what?”
You can’t see him but he nods towards your hand.
“Your ring.”
Your movements still at his words. Slowly you pull your hand towards your chest and lightly twist it on your finger.
“Yeah. I…I do.”
You glance at Brendon, seeing his ring still on. You had looked for it the day after the separation and he had it on. He's had it on the whole time since then, which was months ago.
He braces his hands behind him on the counter “Why?”
You take a shaky breath, heart racing “I…” you still twist the ring around “Because I love you…. And I fucking miss you.”
The last part comes out in a whisper while your eyes fill with tears.
Brendon walks towards you slowly “I think you know how I feel.”
You turn to face him “I just…. I just wanted you to be here more. I wanted you here with me and Claire. We just wanted you.”
He gets close enough to rest a hand gently on your hip “I've missed you too. I miss having you both under the same roof every day. I know…. I know this is a long shot but could you ever forgive me?”
You look at him for a moment and then walk towards a kitchen drawer and pull some papers out, walking back over and handing them to him.
Brendon takes the papers and looks at the top, his stomach dropping as he reads ‘Divorce Agreement’.
“I haven't signed them...I don't want to…”
Brendon looks up at you, the little bit of hope getting bigger.
Your hand grabs his wrist lightly “You know that loving you was never the problem. I love you more than anything. But the way you work? I can't go through that again, Bren.”
He looks at you and nods “Yeah. Yeah I understand. I uh, I stopped working crazy hours. I might work late here and there but mostly according to my schedule. I wanted more time with Claire. And I...I’d love more time with you too.”
Your eyes widen slightly at the new information.
“You cut your hours?”
Brendon nods “I did. About two months after we, uh, separated.”
You take a step closer to him.
“Brendon,” you start “if this is going to work, I need things to stay consistent as much as it can. I don't want a roommate. I don’t want to beg for your time. I don’t want to compete with it. I want my husband. And Claire needs her dad. I won't jeopardize her needs and happiness.”
He nods his head quickly “I completely agree, sweetheart.”
The term of endearment slips out, one that was still ingrained in his vocabulary.
Only for you.
One that you missed.
“Give me a chance to prove it to you. To show that I’m making the changes.”
You nod as the tears start to fall “Don’t make me regret this Brendon. I can't go through this again.”
He quickly pulls you into a bone crushing hug.
You hug him back and he lets out a long breath as he breathes in your familiar scent. One that he’s missed having surround him everywhere.
I saw requests are open and I was wondering if you’d consider writing a fic with Brendon Park x reader where the reader is terrified of the dentist and gets a toothache or maybe their wisdom teeth come in? Fluffy and sweet?
You’re brushing your teeth when you feel a sharp pain.
“Fuck!”
You grab your jaw and groan.
“Sweetheart? Everything okay?” Brendon’s voice questions as he comes into your shared bathroom.
“Yeah,” you spit the rest of the toothpaste out “my teeth are killing me. Pretty sure it’s my wisdom teeth coming in.”
He gently cups your face with his hands.
“Wanna see a dentist abou—“
“No!” you jerk your face back suddenly
“No dentist.”
Brendon looks at you startled and confused with your reaction.
“Why not? You’re in pain.”
You close your eyes tight as you shake your head.
“I-I can’t. I don’t want to. The dentist—I just…can’t”
It suddenly hits him.
“Are you scared of the dentist, baby?”
“Please don’t make fun of me.” you say nervously as you stare at the ceiling.
“Hey, hey, no. I’d never make fun of you. It’s a real fear. But I hate seeing you in pain.”
“And I appreciate your concern Bren but no dentist. I’ll just take some Tylenol or something.”
He slightly frowns at the idea. It may temporarily help but eventually it won’t do anything and you’ll be in a lot of pain.
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Over the next few weeks the pain gets progressively worse but your fear and stubborn nature keeps you from getting help.
Brendon can only watch from the sidelines and hates every time he sees you grimace.
Unfortunately today would be your breaking point and you would get there the hard way.
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Tonight Brendon had made a delicious meal of steak and baked potatoes.
Your favorite.
Chewing had been a challenge over the weeks with the tooth pain but today seemed like you were turning a corner. You felt a little sore but overall better than the last few days.
Brendon sets your plate in front of you and you both dig in.
You cut your steak and take your first bite. The chewing reawakens the sore feeling but you try to focus on how delicious it is instead.
It’s the second bite that gets you.
You start to chew and one bite causes a horrific pain.
You grimace as you feel the tears build up.
Your heart races as a nauseous feeling overwhelms you.
Brendon happens to look up and notice something’s off.
“You okay baby? Is the food okay? Anything hurt?”
His concern warms your heart but you don’t want to fall apart in front of him.
You force a smile to cover up the grimace from the bite.
“Yeah, all good Bren. I’m just gonna use the bathroom real quick” you say.
Quickly you make your way to the hallway bathroom and lock the door.
As soon as the lock clicks you brace yourself against the counter, knuckles gripping the edge.
The pain is excruciating as you take deep breaths to steady yourself.
A hot tear rolls down your cheek as you hang your head.
Fuck this.
Then a knock echoes from the door.
“Baby?”
You hear the knob turn back and forth, stopped by the lock.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” you can hear the underlying concern in Brendon’s tone.
You contemplate for a minute before going to unlock the door.
Before you can move your hand from the knob the door is already opening and Brendon slides into the bathroom with you.
“Hey, what’s going on? You’ve been gone for a bit.”
You hadn’t realized that.
“My mouth hurts so bad Bren. It fucking hurts.” you say in a pained voice.
He holds you close to his chest.
“I hate to see you in pain, baby. Do you want an ice pack? Tylenol?”
Your heart races.
You know what you need.
“Can…can you help me make an appointment? To get them taken out?”
Brendon’s eyebrows raise at your question but relief flows through him that you’ve changed your mind.
It’s killed him the last few weeks to see you in such immense pain, while still understanding your fear of the dentist.
His hand goes to the back of your head, holding you to him.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow morning.”
You kiss his chest as tears soak into his shirt.
“You’re so brave, baby. I’m so proud of you. And I’ll be with you through every step.”
“Thank you” you whisper.
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It’s a week later and you’re walking into the center for oral surgery.
Your anxiety was getting the best of you and Brendon was doing everything possible to ease your nerves. He had held you close all night last night and held you this morning.
He’s barely let go of your hand all morning, secretly nervous for you.
Once you’re in the room they go over the procedure plan one more time and then you’re saying your goodbye to Brendon.
He crouches down by the chair to be level with you.
“You’re gonna do great sweetheart. I’m so proud of you for being here. It’ll be over before you know it and then we’ll be on the way home.”
You nod as your heart races a tad.
“A-And you’ll be here when I’m done?” you say nervously.
“Of course baby,” he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles “I’ll be in the waiting room the whole time.”
It’s like the simple words finally hit you and the nervousness slowly starts to fade.
“Okay. Love you Bren.”
“Love you more baby.” he smiles.
He gives you a quick kiss and then he's leaving the room.
The doctor then administers the numbing medicine and waits for it to set in.
“Alright,” he says while putting gloves on “the nurse is going to give you some laughing gas. Count back from ten and then you’ll be out. Once you’re done we’ll get you into the recovery room and then your boyfriend can come get you. Sounds good?”
You can’t feel your mouth so you nod in understanding.
The nurse then holds the laughing gas mask over your face and reminds you to count back from ten.
Ten, nine, ei–
Then everything goes dark.
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Brendon had waited a little over an hour before they called him back to see you in recovery.
You were laying in a bed and clearly out of it. Your eyes barely open.
“Hey pretty girl, how ya feelin?” he says while approaching you.
He watches as your eyes widen at the sound of his voice.
“Brenannn” you slur out with a mouth full of gauze.
He tries to hold back his laugh at your loopy state.
Your head lolls to the side, looking at the nurse.
“Thaath” you attempt to point at Brendon “ith my boyfrenth. He’th tho hanthuuum”
The nurse nods in amusement “He sure is sweetie. You’re a very lucky girl.”
Your head falls back and a wide smile appears on your face.
“Uh huhhh. Jus don’th tell my boyfenth. Bren can’th knoooww.”
Brendon lifts an eyebrow “I can’t know?”
“Nooo thilly, you’re my thecret.”
He can’t help but laugh at your words.
“Okay baby, we won't tell him.”
“Thannng youuu.” you huff out dramatically.
The nurse then helps you into a wheelchair and helps roll you out to the car.
“You’re thooo sweeeth.” you say to the nurse after she gets you settled with Brendon’s help.
“Thank you sweet pea. Feel better soon!”
She shuts the door and Brendon makes his way back to the driver’s seat.
“Okay sweetheart, let’s get you home.”
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Once you’re home, Brendon helps you to the couch where he already has a pillow and blanket waiting for you. As well as water and gatorade sitting on the coffee table.
Within five minutes of getting you comfortable, you’re out like a light.
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About 3 hours later you start to wake up.
What happened t–
“Owwww” you groan in pain.
You go to touch your face when a voice stops you.
“Hey sweetheart, don’t touch.”
Brendon comes over to you with a pill bottle and water.
“Take this baby. It should kick in soon. I’ll change your gauze out too.”
Brendon was truly the best and made sure you didn’t lift a finger, only relaxing.
He eventually comes back to the living room with fresh gauze for later to give your mouth a break. Sitting on the couch he pulls you closer to him.
You cuddle into him and relax in his hold.
He kisses the top of your head “You did so good today sweetheart. I know it was scary but you were so brave and did the damn thing.”
You look up at him the best you can.
“I couldn’t have done it without you Bren,” you hug him tight
