✨Gold Rush✨

Mid 20’s. She/Her. You can call me Lizzy

I’ve been quietly reading fanfics for the last 13 years. I used to write a lot 10 years ago and kind of lost inspo. I’m getting into writing again after a long time. I’m also figuring out how to use tumblr.

Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader)

Warning: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer (sorry :/ )

Summary: Brendon Park feels like he’s being haunted by a pretty girl in scrubs who seems to always show up when he needs her.

Chapter Summary: Perhaps your time working with Dr. Park isn’t over just yet,

Previous chapter (part 5)

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Dr. Park had forgotten you would only be here for a week. He knew you were only stepping in as an emergency until the new guy was available. He just didn’t realize how quickly the week had passed by.

Gloria confirmed it when she called Park with the great news, the day after you mentioned it. The new guy could start 3 weeks earlier than planned and still cover for Linda during her maternity leave.

It was great news, technically. The new guy was supposed to be really good, that’s what Park was promised. Came from a prestigious university and extra letters next to his name showing off his knowledge. On paper, better than you.

You had worked side by side for the past few days perfectly and he had just learned to dismiss your attempts at socializing.

But now he was back on the original plan. The new guy was starting today and he would work next to him from now on.

That morning Dr. Park was 25 minutes early to the hospital, instead of the 15 minutes he usually was. If the new guy cared about his job, he would’ve shown up early, right?

On your first day, you were there and ready before Park himself. Clearly, you cared about your job.

The new guy was late. Late according to his standards, finally showing up 5 minutes before his shift started.

“Dr. Park” he nodded at Park. He was quick, straight to the point, and didn't give his name. Looked too confident for his own good.

“You’re late.” Park gave him his typical stare.

“Late?” The guy checked his watch.

“You have five minutes” said Park and started walking away.

“Five minutes until what sorry?”

Park let out a loud sigh. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be smart?

“Until the OR is prepped”. Park stared at him. The new guy looked everywhere but, trying to avoid Park’s tense glare.

“I- uh- I yeah ok” The guy’s confidence clearly wavering as he sprinted away. That guy was terrified. Running off like a scared puppy. You were never scared of him, you were too fucking friendly, actually.

Park shook his head, trying to erase the thoughts away. The new guy was supposed to be good. You asked questions on your first day too. But, you also would’ve had the OR ready for him by now.

Park approached the scrub station. The new guy was there, waiting with a towel in hand.

He washed his hands and looked over at the new guy. Raised his eyebrow at him. Park couldn’t believe he actually had to ask him. “Towel?”

“Oh right, here.” The guy handed the towel too slowly for Park’s liking. As Park dried his hands, he looked at him from head to toe. The most specialized nurse in the building was shaking like a leaf in Park’s presence.

The new guy presented the surgical gown to Park and started tying it around him. His neck vessel almost popped from the anger and the tightness of the gown.

“Too tight!” Park huffed. Useless. If Park didn’t have an HR history, he would’ve cussed him out instead.

“Oh sorry.” the new guy loosened it. Park turned to look at the clock. Surgery was already running behind. Great. If you were here, he probably would’ve completed the first incision already.

The surgery went as Park expected.

Park had to repeat himself twice to the new guy on what he needed. The new guy’s shoes kept making the most annoying squeak every time he took a couple steps. Then he almost bumped shoulders with him since the new guy was apparently unaware of the concept of personal space.

As soon as it was over, Park ripped the surgical mask off his face. He didn’t know why he kept putting it off. He had made up his mind already the moment the new guy walked in.

He pulled out his phone out of his pocket, hovered over Gloria’s phone number. Turned to look at Useless and pointed a finger at the door.

“Out.”

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You were finally back on the day shift at the ED. So ecstatic, you could’ve kissed the floor in joy.

Dr. Park wasn’t that bad, but you needed to be constantly moving. And most importantly, you needed human conversation that didn’t revolve around medical instruments.

You greeted Dana as you walked in.

“Hey Sunny!” She greeted you back. “Glad you’re back. You survive the shark?” She smirked at you.

“I guess,” you shrugged, “He didn’t call me an idiot.”

“I knew you’d do great. You’re smart, kid. Now back to work, I got a guy in-“ Dana’s phone ringing cut her off and she answered it.

You caught Dr. Robby walking sheepishly towards you. “Sunny… .You survived” He extended his arms gesturing at your unharmed body. “Everything was…ok?” He scratched the back of his head, concern in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m here. I’m alive. It wasn’t too bad. No insults thrown my away”

“Oh, that’s good” Robby let out a breath, holding his chest, like he was hoping for that answer from you. “I ask ‘cause… We were worried for you. Wasn’t sure if you’d be too… ‘peppy’ for Park.” He held up air quotes.

“Peppy?”

“You know,” Robby looked up at the ceiling trying to find the right word. “You’re full of energy… and talkative. Park doesn’t… enjoy talking”

You had to admit, with all the warnings you got, you turned down the peppiness a bit during your time with Park.

“It was fine. Just glad to be back.”

“Glad to have you too,” He put a hand on your shoulder then turned to point at the break room, “Shen said to tell you that he left you something in the break room. Probably one of those disgusting drinks you like”

“Come on!” Dana’s loud voice made you both turn to her in surprise. “That’s - Fine. Fine! But you tell her.” She turned to you and extended the phone towards you.

“Me?”

“Your presence is being requested upstairs.” She extended the phone further to you.

Dr. Robby whistled in disbelief at you, then walked away.

You took the phone from her and put it to your ear. The scheduler’s voice on the other end explained quickly.

Your assignment was being extended for the next 9 weeks. No one else with your experience could cover. You were expected upstairs in 30 minutes. The scheduler hung up before you even got a chance to argue.

“9 weeks” You flopped your head on the desk.

“Unbelievable” Dana muttered.

“Can they even do that?” You peeked up at her.

“You must’ve done something right.” Dana patted your head. “There there, go on now.”

“You’re not gonna save me?” You lifted your head frowning at her.

“Can’t. Sorry.” She gave you a sympathetic look.

“Fine,” You grinded your teeth. “But I’m coming back for my coffee.”

“See you later, kid.” Dana chuckled.

You walked out of the emergency department to the elevators, head hanging low.

This wasn't fair! You didn’t even like working there. But you just HAD to prove you were good.

The elevator stopped at that boring floor, you walked out and turned at the last minute towards the wall. Then kicked it. Letting the poor wall feel your rage.

“You’re gonna break a toe” a voice said behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Stupid shark.

“No, I’ll get an ingrown toenail at best.” You countered and limped a little.

He hummed, staring at you.

“What happened to the other one? The replacement nurse?” You questioned him.

“He wasn’t good.” He walked away, then added over his shoulder, “Five minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You said under your breath.

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You had 30 minutes until the next surgery so you had to use your time wisely.

You ran to the ED break room for your iced coffee. Thankfully, your drink was still there. Whitaker stole it that one time and you never let him forget it. You glanced at the clock. 27 minutes left. You could still go upstairs and enjoy your coffee slowly in the upstairs break room.

You never went in that break room, but you heard they had a super fancy coffee machine. When you walked past the upstairs break room, it was usually empty. That’s why you didn’t expect to see Dr. Park in front of the coffee machine there.

You sat down at the table and pulled out your phone, sipping on your coffee.

You watched him pull a coffee cup and brew a coffee pod. Then he grabbed a container from the microwave, his home-cooked meal you assumed. Took the coffee away from the machine and placed it next to his container.

He didn’t reach for the sugar or the creamer. He didn’t put anything in his coffee.

Freak.

You were too curious for your own good, “You don’t put anything in your coffee?”

He paused his movements. “No.” His back turned to you still.

You sipped loudly. “Just black coffee?”

“Just black coffee” He turned his head slightly to you. Then grabbed a utensil and a napkin from the cupboard.

“Really? No creamer? No sugar?” You made a face.

“Black coffee doesn’t spike blood sugar” He said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, it spikes depression instead” You said without thinking. You almost clamped a hand over your mouth.

Park paused his movements again, finally turning to look at you. He stared down at the cup in your hand.

“As opposed to?” He gestured at your cup. His hands then reached for his container and coffee cup.

“Caramel iced coffee,” You smiled and shook the cup. “You want to try some?

He grimaced at the cup. “No.” Then looked around the break room.

“You sure? I don’t mind I’ll remove the lid”

“No.” Park looked around the room one more time. He looked at you and the table.

You got the hint. He wanted to eat at the table. Alone.

Park doesn’t enjoy talking.

You stood up from the table, drinking the last sips quickly. “I’m done here.” You shook your empty cup at him.

He walked towards the table and set his things down. You walked towards the door and turned at the last second.

“If you want, I can get you a coffee like mine next time. It’ll change you forever, I swear.” You pushed.

“No.” He side eyed you and took a seat.

You walked out the door towards the bathroom.

Park doesn’t enjoy talking.

Well, you were a talkative person. You were also peppy and full of energy. Robby said it himself.

You toned down your personality and that bored you to death last time you were here. It wasn’t fair that you had to change yourself to appease a man. Much less a man you weren’t trying to impress. Not anymore at least. You could be a good worker and still be… ‘peppy’.

If Dr. Park got annoyed with you and your peppiness and that happened to get you sent right back to the emergency department, then so be it.

You would be yourself and annoy the hell out of him.

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A/N: I did warn you that I loved a forced proximity trope. Did I also mention I love a grumpy x sunshine trope?😁

Love,

Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader, floating nurse…?)

Warning: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer (sorry :/ )

Summary: Brendon Park feels like he’s being haunted by a pretty girl in scrubs who seems to always show up when he needs her.

Chapter Summary: You learn what it’s like to work with Dr. Park.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Park had to admit you were good. You were really good.

You tied his surgical gown around him just right. Not too tight. Not too loose. He almost got a nurse fired before for choking him with the gown when putting it on him.

The back table was impeccable. Everything was angled perfectly. You kept track of everything. A stupid question was never heard from you.

Even with his regular scrub nurse, Linda, it took a few days for her to get the hang of things. You read his mind, knowing his next move before he even had a chance to correct you. Your arm would be reaching towards the tool while the words were on the tip of his tongue.

Park’s plan for pushing you to quit was slipping through his fingers. He couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse to be angry towards you.

He racked his brain for a flaw. He couldn’t think of anything bad that you did today. You kept his schedule on track. You helped him out today.

Always the helpful ghost.

The workday had finally come to a close, he wore his usual pride on his chest. His mind was already on his post-work routines, when he heard your voice.

“Good job, everyone!” Your bright voice interrupted the usual quiet.

Everyone turned to look at you. It took them a couple seconds before they politely nodded in your direction. Most choosing to scatter away. Clearly scared of Park’s reaction. You were unbothered by their quiet reactions.

With a radiant smile, you turned towards Gilroy and the other resident next to him.

“You guys doing anything fun tonight?” You asked, looking at both of them.

“Not really” Gilroy, the only brave one who lingered, answered.”My girlfriend really wants to stay in and watch Love Island tonight”.

“Don’t spoil it! I gotta catch up” you covered your ears. Both Gilroy and the other resident chuckled at your reaction.

“So, who are you rooting for?” The other resident inquired.

“Do not get me started on- “ Park walked away before you finished your sentence. He never engaged in social hour before and he wasn’t going to now.

He approached the elevators and pressed on the buttons. Park took out his phone to check on his messages. The elevator dinged and he quickly stepped inside.

He heard footsteps running down the hallway.

“Please, wait” he heard outside and held the door open. You stepped in.

“Thanks, Dr. Park! These elevators are too slow.” You turned to him, “Are you doing anything tonight?”

You were interrupting his post-work silence. There. That was your flaw.

“No.” He answered gruffly and looked back down at his phone.

“Ah ok” You remained quiet the rest of the elevator ride, thankfully.

You reached across to press on the elevator button, a floor before his. The door opened and you stepped out.

“Have a good night, Dr. Park” you waved at him and walked away.

The doors closed again, Park let out a breath.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about you, yet. You disrupted his silence. You stuck to your usual habit of disrupting HIS habits.

But you were a good nurse. One of the best he’s worked with. He still couldn’t find something legitimately wrong with you.

He would just have to keep it strictly professional with you. You seemed to get the hint tonight that he wasn’t your friend and he wasn’t going to socialize.

He could put up with it for a week. At least, until the next guy came in.

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You could not wait for the week to be over.

Dr. Park was definitely one of a kind. You had mentally prepared for the worse, basing it off of your previous experiences. You knew not all surgeons worked the same way. You had dealt with opposite sides of the spectrum.

A surgeon who spoke the whole time about his boring fishing trips and another who blasted AC/DC on the speakers and flirted with the youngest nurse.

You had not really expected one like this.

When he first entered the room, he circled it observing everything and everyone. Definitely living up to his nickname.

The staff was quiet around him. Some scared, some tense. Whatever it was, there was an unspoken agreement to not disturb Dr. Park when he was doing his thing.

He seemed like a very no-nonsense and cold person. Carried himself with a quiet arrogance. Simply unamused by most people around him.

Whether he liked you or not was impossible to tell, though. At least he didn’t yell at you like the other resident.

One of the residents made the rookie mistake of scratching his forehead with his gloves.

“Out.” Park bellowed.

“I didn’t use my bare hands”

“Did you use your brain?” Park bit back at him.

It was the survival of the fittest. But thankfully, you knew how to adapt. The words the other nurse said earlier to you had stayed with you.

“Be smart.” So you were.

Warning after warning from people to be careful didn’t worry you, it almost challenged you. Sure, others didn’t escape his bite but you would. You were incredibly stubborn and so determined to do your job right.

He was just one of those surgeons that was cold and didn’t want to socialize during work hours. You understood completely. You did not always feel chatty, but working in a quiet OR was different for you.

As soon as your shift was over the first day, you were itching to talk to anyone about anything. The staff had been so quiet, you felt your vocal chords stiffening from underuse.

You assumed Dr. Park was a little more chatty outside of work, so you tried. But that elevator ride was so painfully awkward, you got off the floor before his instead.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Maybe that was a terrible question. Didn’t give him much to work with.

So you tried again the next day.

“I don’t really visit the area. Do you have any dinner recommendations?”

That should get him talking, you assumed.

“No.” You assumed wrong. Maybe he didn’t eat out much.

You tried again the next day.

“This weather has been crazy. Hasn’t it?” The dumbest question, but everyone talked about the weather at one point in their work life. Dr. Park was clearly not everyone.

“It’s normal” Probably the most he talked to you outside of work hours.

By the fourth day in a row together, the end of your work week together, you realized there was no point in trying anymore. You were not going to make a talker out of Dr. Park and that was ok. It was the end of your time together, after all. You would soon be back in the emergency department and talking to your heart’s content.

You stepped into the elevator with Mr. Stick Up His Ass. At least, he held the elevator door for you.

“Thanks, Dr. Park!” You reached down to fix the socks sticking out of your shoes. The standing around was really getting to you. Your feet were killing you.

“Hmm” he hummed. You looked up to see him looking at your feet.

“You shouldn’t wear those shoes” That was more than he usually spoke.

“Excuse me?” You were caught off guard.

“Those shoes,” he pointed at your feet, “you shouldn’t wear them.

“I didn’t know these shoes were against dress code or something.” You frowned. “Why?”

Park shook his head. Finally taking his eyes away from his phone and looked you in the eyes.

“Terrible arch support. You’ll end up in my OR in 15 years if you don’t start taking care of that.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’d go to a good surgeon instead.” As soon as you said it, you regretted it. You looked over at him carefully. Scared you had poked the shark too hard.

He looked like he was smirking. He was staring straight ahead at the doors trying to fight a laugh. Unbothered by your joke.

The elevator doors dinged. His smirked dropped and he cleared his throat.

“Wear better shoes next shift.” He looked at you. You both walked out the doors together. You had even forgotten to get off the floor before him.

“I’m not gonna be here. I’m scheduled for the ER already.” You laughed as you walked towards the exit. “So, you won’t have to worry about me and my terrible shoes.”

Dr. Park stopped in his tracks.

“Right.” He stared at you thoughtfully. “I forgot.” Then pushed open the exit doors for you. You stepped out, him following closely behind you.

“Good night.” He nodded in your direction then walked away.

Well, would you look at that? You thought to yourself. He actually does know how to talk.

“Good night, Dr. Park.”

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A/N: I can’t help it, I love a forced proximity trope. Your feedback is always appreciated 🫶🏻

Love,

Lizzy✨

Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader, floating nurse…?)

Warning: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer (sorry :/ )

Summary: Brendon Park feels like he’s being haunted by a pretty girl in scrubs who seems to always show up when he needs her.

Chapter Summary: You finally meet Dr. Park

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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You should’ve said no when they asked you to cover for the ortho nurse. Your knee couldn’t stop bouncing while you took the bus to work. You were a little bit nervous.

It’s not that you didn’t know what you were doing. It just had been a while since you helped out in an OR.

One of your first jobs was at a clinic for a really old surgeon, Dr. Sue. He was quiet, polite and taught you things most doctors wouldn’t. He told you to keep exploring the different specialties but to really consider working with him. Promising you a job when you graduated and everything.

You told him you would think about it.

You didn’t.

You hated working in the OR.

The long hours of standing and staying still while working on the same thing, bored you to death. You craved to feel useful in different ways. The emergency department’s constant movement was a much more suitable environment for your brain.

But your biggest flaw was your inability to say ‘no’ to people.

When you had agreed to come in, the scheduler on the other end let out a comically large sigh of relief.

“You’re probably the third nurse we’ve tried to schedule,” she admitted

“Why? Is there something I don’t know about the ortho department?” You joked.

The lady on the other end of the line stayed quiet.

“Hello?” You checked to see if she was still there.

“So, you should check in tomorrow by 7 am. Dr. Park appreciates timeliness”. She quickly hung up.

So, you woke up before the ass crack of dawn to not disappoint Mr. Timeliness.

You changed into your scrubs and were exploring the OR floor. You wandered around a little aimelessly. Unsure of where you’d be stationed, you wandered towards the front desk with the nurse who was texting furiously on her phone.

“Hi! My name is-“

“Ortho?” She cut you off.

“Yeah, I’m covering for -“

“Oh thank God, you’re here early.” She said your name tentatively looking you up and down, “right?”

“Yep, that’s me. It’s-“

“I gotta go over this quick.” She cut you off looking over her shoulder. “I was supposed to be scrub nurse today to help you learn the ropes of this place, but this hospital is so understaffed they’re sending me somewhere else.”

She ran a hand down her face in frustration and looked over her shoulder again. Almost expecting imminent danger.

“Keep your words concise and useful. Don’t take anything he says personally. And -“ her pager beeped several times. “Shit, I really gotta go.”

She pointed to a door at the right.

“Through those doors, on the right, big sign, can’t miss it.” She started walking away.

“Thanks?”

She turned around to look at you with what looked like pity in her eyes.

“Just… be smart” Then ran off.

You felt like you had just been sent off to war and you were at the frontlines.

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Brendon Park hated new people in his OR. His usual staff knew him, how he liked things and knew to not ask stupid questions.

It took too long to form a cohesive team and he hated when it was disrupted.

His usual scrub nurse, Linda, was scheduled for maternity leave. Park ensured that they arranged for a proper replacement the moment she announced her pregnancy.

The few times Linda had called out last minute, they tried to send in a nurse from another department to replace her for the day. Gloria knew she would get a complaint by the end of their shifts. If they were able to actually get a nurse to cover for poor Linda.

Park and his methods were known by nurses throughout the hospital. Most knew to steer away from the ortho department for the sake of their sanity.

That’s why they were going to have someone from an outside agency come in for the 6 weeks Linda would be gone. She had personally vouched for that replacement nurse. Park had been promised the replacement nurse would be competent and trained perfectly according to his standards.

But Linda was gone a month earlier than expected. Premature delivery.

Gloria had to be the one to deliver the devastating news personally, in an effort to appease him.

“Park” he answered already with a bad feeling.

“Linda went into delivery early. She’s starting maternity leave now.” Gloria sped up her words

“Send in the replacement nurse.”

“Can’t, he’s not available until next month. Float nurse is in today. She’s good. It’s just one week until we find someone else.” She hung up on him, not giving him the chance to argue.

Brendon Park planned on making today more difficult than usual. He was going to make it so difficult that the hospital would be forced to send in that other replacement early or until Linda felt compelled to come back early.

Whichever happened first.

Brendon Park was punctual, as he always was in the mornings. 15 minutes early to his scheduled shift, because early is on time and on time is late. He hoped the new nurse wouldn’t be timely. They usually weren’t anyway if they didn’t know him and his ways. He had standards and expected people to meet them. They usually didn’t.

He had made up his mind already that he wasn’t going to like the new nurse. Linda’s newborn just had to come early and ruin everything.

He went over notes for the first surgery of the day, assuming the replacement nurse didn’t. Then started his trek towards the OR, bracing himself to see it empty and unprepared.

It didn’t help when he was greeted by a different voice than usual as he approached his OR.

Laughing.

As if there was anything funny about his misery today.

“You’re looking for Dr. Park? Yikes!” Park heard Gilroy’s annoying voice as he rounded the corner.

“Yup!” He heard the new voice, too chipper for his mood.

Must be the new one.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing outside his OR. Your back turned to him.

You always roamed the hallways, not his OR. You weren’t supposed to be here.

Not today.

Gilroy was leaning against the wall smiling at you. He straightened up immediately when Park made eye contact with him.

“That’s Dr. Park.” The resident pointed behind you “don’t look in his eyes.” He whispered too loudly then charged off.

You turned around and smiled at him when your eyes met. If you recognized him, your face didn’t show it.

You looked too happy. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. With the happiness of a new grad’s first shift in a hospital. He didn’t like it. That usually meant incompetence and inexperience.

You walked up to him confidently. Seemingly unaware of who you were going to be dealing with today.

“Good morning, Dr. Park” you extended your hand. “Nice to - “

“And you are?” He cut you off ignoring your extended hand.

You dropped your hand and gave him your name, “I’m the scrub nurse today.“

“You’ve done this before?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Scrubbing in? Yes.” You seemed unfazed by him. Maybe you really didn’t recognize him.

He cleared his throat. “You got five minutes.” He pushed an extra edge in his voice. Then turned his back to you about to walk away.

“Five minutes until…” you questioned.

He rolled his eyes and turned back around.

Jesus Christ. Gloria better have another nurse on standby.

“Until the OR is fully prepped and ready to begin” he started walking away again.

“It’s done.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you.

“Done?”

“Yes. Ready when you are.” Your body disappeared through the doors. That action was more familiar to him than anything.

Park stood there confused. You were ready before he even got there.

Ghost Girl. Not a ghost, but a nurse.

He remembered his planned anger for the day and straightened his back.

He slowly stepped through the doors and saw you already wearing your sterile gown and gloves. He approached the scrub station and started washing his hands.

“I need-“

“Towel?” You interrupted him, towel in your hand already. “Need anything else? Water? Vending machine snack?”

He snapped his head towards you. You smiled coyly, holding out the towel for his hands.

“I just want to know so I’m prepared for the rest of the week”

“The rest of the week?”

“Yes, I’m covering for the whole week.” You answered confidently.

Covering for the whole week? He thought to himself. We’ll see about that.

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A/N: well, they finally fully interacted. As always, my apologies for the medical inaccuracy. My knowledge comes from tv and Reddit forums. The search bar in Reddit must be soooo sick and tired of me this week.

Love,

Lizzy✨

Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader, floating nurse…?)

Warning: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer (sorry :/ )

Summary: Brendon Park feels like he’s being haunted by a pretty girl in scrubs who seems to always show up when he needs her.

Chapter summary: Brendon Park has a spiritual awakening about you

Part 1, Part 2

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Brendon Park was raised by a really good mother.

She kept all of his middle school trophies, consoled him when his pet iguana died, and cheered the loudest at his graduation.

Raised him with all the values a good Catholic mother should. She taught him how to use a fork and knife properly, to respect his elders and to go to church every Sunday.

Some of her lessons stuck with him more than others, clearly, as he tried to come up with an excuse that Sunday to avoid going to church.

His mother answered the phone by the first ring.

“Brendon Park. You cannot cancel on me. I already changed.” her voice was already on edge. She knew already, because of course she did.

“Ma, I have to cancel. I have an emergency” he scrunched his nose. The usual telltale sign that he was lying through his teeth. The reason why he avoided facetiming her and had rehearsed his answers.

“Really? What kind of emergency?”

“My house is -“

“Your house is on fire? Flooded? Both?” She challenged him.

“Ma- “

“I’ll see you in 20 minutes.” She hung up on him.

He really didn’t mind Sunday Mass that much.

What he disliked the most about church were the people, specifically the Catholic mothers.

The older women that always approached him and tried to pull his arms in different directions with requests of meeting their daughters.

“You should meet my Melissa, she’s an excellent cook”

“This is Rosie, she’s a teacher”

“My Louisa has always wanted to marry a doctor!”

His mother had always been a witness to the pestering from the old ladies. She tried so hard to stifle her laughs.

He was easily annoyed with the old ladies.

He was easily annoyed with most people.

She knew her son was not a bad person. She raised him, after all.

He was just… particular.

Picky with his company. Short with his words.

After years of raising Brendon Park, his mother learned to accept he showed his love in a different way. That was why he agreed to accompany his mother to Mass only once a month, out of love for her as her son. And mostly to calm her nerves about his eternal damnation.

On a monthly basis, his Sundays’ schedule started with picking her up from her house. They would attend Mass together and he would pretend to listen. He would try to rush her out of the parking lot before they got hounded. Then take her to lunch afterwards. All carefully planned.

As he pulled up to his mother’s house, he stared at the overgrown weeds in her front yard. Clearly neglected since he had not visited in a while. He made a mental note to make time in his schedule to take care of it personally.

The front door opened and his mother walked out. Brendon got out of his car and opened the passenger side door for her, holding out a hand to help her in.

“Thank you, Brenny.” She pinched his cheek. The same nickname and gesture she had for him since he was born. He nodded and closed the door. Put his car in drive towards the torture chambers of Sunday mass.

“How has work been?” His mother spoke from the passenger side.

“Same as usual. People break a bone, I fix it.” He shrugged.

“Nothing interesting happened this week?” She questioned turning her gaze to him.

His mind wandered to his recent ghostly encounters. “Nothing out of the norm.” He scrunched his nose.

His mother could drill a hole into his skull with how intently she was staring at him.

“You met someone.”

“No.” He technically didn’t meet you.

“New boss?”

“No.”

“New co-worker?”

“No.”

“New pet?”

He turned to her with a frown.

“Obviously not a pet. So?” She persisted.

He racked his brain for a logical explanation on his current haunting situation.

“I forgot my lunch a few weeks ago.” he finally answered.

“You… forgot… your lunch? That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“So, what’d you do?”

“I got a vending machine snack.” He stated simply.

His mother burst out laughing. Tears forming in her eyes.

“You, Brendon Park, willingly got a SNACK from a vending machine?” She exclaimed in disbelief.

He shrugged. “I was hungry.”

“Well, that’s different for you and your rigid schedule” she responded.

He didn’t explain how the snack was terrible or who gave it to him.

He still didn’t know who you were or your name.

Or what department you worked in.

Or how you kept disrupting the rigid schedule he had stuck to for years.

‘You owe me.’ You had said it with such a conviction, it confused him.

Brendon had pushed away the thought of you and your words for the last few days. He didn’t owe you anything if he never saw you. He wasn’t religious enough to worry about being haunted by you. The vending machines would be avoided and he’d never forget his lunch again.

He came to the conclusion you were probably joking and too comfortable making jokes with strangers.

They finally pulled up to the church parking lot and he started unfastening his seatbelt.

“You know Brenny,” she stopped him, “it’s good to have a change in your schedule. No matter how small.” She teased him.

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Mass was going as usual. He was zoning out and glancing at his mother to check in on her.

Brendon mentally went over a new study he had found a couple days ago and how he could implement it in his OR. Until he felt the priest make eye contact with him.

“You reap what you sow.”

The priest pointed a finger towards his side of the congregation. His mother nodded next to him, agreeing with the priest’s words.

“When’s the last time you did something nice for someone?” The priest stared right into his soul.

His thoughts drifted to you immediately.

“That’s not religion. It’s basic human decency.”

Damn religious guilt.

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On the car ride home, he found it hard to listen to his mother and her updates on his extended family.

His thoughts back on you and your words.

Brendon was not a nice person and he knew that. His goal was always efficiency and to help a patient to the best of his ability. Flowery phrases and forced smiles were not his thing and they never would be.

There was something about being at a church again and the coincidental teachings of a priest that made the guilt pool in his stomach. The idea that he wasn’t even being a decent human being.

It wasn’t his fault you kept showing up and helping him in little ways.

He could figure something out. Stop by a vending machine and if he saw you, he would do something decent. Something… nice.

He could disrupt his schedule just like you had been doing to him with all your encounters. His carefully planned schedule that had worked for him all these years.

Or he could also learn to live with the guilt if he had to.

The black SUV behind him interrupted his train of thought, getting dangerously close to him. Tailgating him and trying to force him to go quicker. Brendon stared at the driver through his rearview mirror.

“What’s that guy’s deal?” His mother asked.

“It’s morons like him that end up in my OR” Brendon added as he slowed down at the STOP sign. Slowed down for you.

His eyes did a double take.

You were right there, standing on the sidewalk waiting to cross. Right now. Wearing normal clothes, out of your scrubs.

Brendon slowed to a complete stop. You took a step forward tentatively and terrified. Without thinking twice, he waved his hand, letting you cross the street safely.

You raised your hand in a silent ‘thank you’ and ran across the crosswalk.

The black SUV behind him beeped at him. He ignored it, waiting for you until you were safely off of the street and fully on the sidewalk.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black SUV pass him on his left side and cut in front of him. The driver still had the gall to stick his hand out the window and flip him off.

“Asshole,” his mother commented.

Brendon finally gently pressed on the gas pedal, driving away with his eyes still staring at your back as you continued on your trek. Your hand going inside your jacket and taking out what looked like your phone.

“That was nice of you, Brendon” his mother patted his shoulder.

It was nice of him, like his mother said.

Most people in this city took the STOP sign as a mere suggestion. Him pausing for more than 5 seconds was considered too nice.

It was nice. It was human decency.

“You ok, Brendon?” His mother asked with concern in her voice, “What’s on your mind?”

“Work.” He answered honestly.

“She was pretty, wasn’t she?” His mother quipped.

“Hmm?”

“The girl at the stop sign.”

“Yeah, sure” Brendon admitted but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

The priest’s condemning words didn’t weigh on his back anymore.

His debts were paid. All 3 of them at once, probably.

‘A favor returned’ he thought to himself.

He didn’t have to worry about you and your disruptive ways anymore. He could almost smile.

You wouldn’t haunt him anymore, Ghost Girl.

His mind wandered back to next Sunday’s schedule. The weeds in his mother’s garden did need to be taken care of.

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Your Sunday had been great so far. You caught up on some sleep and woke up late. Had brunch with a friend who you happened to bump into on your way to the pharmacy. You were on your way back home from an impromptu farmer’s market trip.

You had just finished crossing the street when you got the call. The hospital scheduler’s voice on the other end spoke up.

“One of the ortho nurses is gonna be out, can you cover for her?”

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A/N: I took so much creative liberty omg. In my defense, I re-discovered one of my favorite Matt Murdock stories and my imagination went with it.

Love,

Lizzy✨

Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader, floating nurse…?)

Warning: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer (sorry :/ )

Summary: Brendon Park feels like he’s being haunted by a pretty girl in scrubs who seems to always show up when he needs her.

Chapter summary: Brendon Park is pretty sure you’re a ghost.

Part 1

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You hated the vending machine near the cafeteria.

Since you started working at the hospital, you frequently forgot to bring a snack during your shifts. Vending machines had become your area of expertise.

The vending machine near the cafeteria had terrible options with questionable expiration dates. It stole your $5 bill the last time you used it.

But you were tired that day. Your feet ached from standing all day. And the good vending machine was on the third floor. Plus the bag of chocolate chip cookies called your name. You had just enough coins for your snack.

You noticed him at the vending machine using his credit card. Clearly someone who didn’t frequent the vending machine on that floor.

Everyone knew the credit card reader didn’t work on the machines.

You were going to tell him, but he walked away. So, you did the nicest thing instead.

You got the cheaper bag of chips instead of the cookies you wanted. Just so you could have enough coins for two snacks.

One for you. One for him.

He looked at you like you bothered him. Took the bag and didn’t even say anything.

No thank you. No acknowledgement.

You had dealt with men like him before in healthcare. He was probably one of those doctors who walked around thinking he was God’s gift to humanity.

But you were determined to put it behind you. You had dealt with worse. You’d be damned if you allowed one bad interaction to ruin your week.

That week you had been assigned to cover for one of the nurses who called out in the night shift.

As a float nurse, you were not always assigned to the same departments. Telemetry, the OR, the emergency department. “Floating” to the department that needed you the most.

Your favorite was The Pitt, as Dr. Robby so lovingly called it. It was probably the most tiring but you enjoyed the constant movement of it.

Your steps were a little lighter thanks to the end of a good shift. You exited through the doors: when the sight before you forced you to a stop and to firmly plant your feet on the ground.

Whew. Close one.

The construction workers had left wet concrete too close to the entrance. You got the email last week about repairs at the entrance but totally forgot. You almost ruined your favorite pair of shoes!

With small steps you tip-toed around the wet concrete and up the stairs.

They should put a sign here. That’s dangerous.

A man quickly passed by you, staring straight ahead. Steps heavy as he went down the stairs and right towards the wet concrete.

“Watch out!” You exclaimed walking down the stairs. He paused and sharply turned towards you.

It was THAT guy. The guy with awful taste in snacks and music.

If you were a mean person, you would’ve pretended it wasn’t you who stopped him. Would’ve gone about your day and let him ruin his shoes. After all, you had hoped you would never see him again. But that wasn’t your nature.

“Wet concrete” you pointed at the floor in front of him.

“Oh”. He looked down to where you pointed. Then slowly walked around it towards the door.

He lifted his heel to check the damage. He heard you snort a laugh at his actions.

Close call.

Park turned around to double check he hadn’t left a trail of wet concrete. He look towards you to thank you and noticed you weren’t there anymore.

You had vanished into thin air. He didn’t even hear you walk away. The unknown woman from the vending machine. You were just there a second ago.

He was tired. He could blame it on that.

He shook his head awake and mentally clocked into his shift.

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Brendon Park walked out of his OR room with his chest almost puffing out. Everything was a success as usual. His co-workers passed by him with a nod. He nodded right back.

He felt a little more tired having to stay extra hours due to the possible complications of the surgery. The drive back home would feel longer than usual today. He would manage, though.

His feet did hurt and he was glad he chose to wear the shoes with the good arch support. He thought back to a couple days ago and how his shoes had been spared by you.

Park had gone from never seeing you to constantly seeing you now.

It didn’t take a genius to deduce you worked at the hospital.

When he went to the emergency department for a consultation, he caught the blur of you. Out of the corner of his eye, speeding towards one of the patients.

When he walked into his OR earlier that morning, he swore he saw a glimpse of your hair as it turned around the corner of the hallway.

You were like a ghost.

Brendon Park was not a spiritual man, by any means, but your fleeting form had him doubting his brain.

He wasn’t sure who you were or what your name was.

He should be concerned of your constant apparitions. If you were a ghost, you were at least a very helpful one.

Your warning was appreciated. It would have been a nightmare to clean those shoes.

He gathered his things from his locker. Took out his phone and turned it on to check on his usual messages.

His mother wishing him a good shift. His old mentor checking in on him. His grandfather keeping him updated on the NFL draft.

Distracted by his thoughts, he missed the open elevators starting to close as he was approaching them. The elevator doors dinged signaling they were closing from afar. He picked up his pace in hopes of catching it.

A hand stuck out at the last second and pushed the door open. He quickly stepped in and turned towards the buttons to press on the right floor.

“Thank you” He said curtly. His head turned to the side and noticed you leaning against the wall. He blinked twice in recognition.

“Ghost girl” he thought to himself.

“No problem” You smiled at him.

You were wearing dark scrubs and holding a bag of chips in your hand. Not the same flavor of chips as that day on the bus stop.

You seemed real enough, he decided.

His brain had been trying to trick him.

You were harmless.

He felt his phone buzz and unlocked it checking the time. He could still make an extra gym session if he-

Crinkle crinkle.

The sound of you opening the chips bag interrupted his mental scheduling. He turned to look at you, frowning.

“I’m not sharing this time”. You met his gaze. You put a chip in your mouth and chewed slowly. And loudly.

“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I got the shitty bag of chips that day” you matched his tone.

“What?” His confusion was evident.

“You heard me” You pointed a finger at him “I was supposed to get a bag of cookies that day. But i got you a snack instead”. You shook your head. “You didn’t even thank me”

Park stared at you in disbelief.

“Also, saved your shoes from the wet concrete. Held the elevator open” you started listing with a smirk on your face.

“You keeping count or something?” He muttered.

The elevator door dinged, landing on your floor. You stepped out.

“Three” you held up 3 fingers as you walked away. “You owe me” he heard your voice echo.

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A/N: I avoid medical details like the plague if it wasn’t obvious :) short chapter but next should be longer

I’m glad to see the love for the first part I posted! Feedback is always appreciated

Love,

Lizzy✨

Pairing: Brendon Park x femReader (nurse reader)

Warnings: This is my interpretation of Park’s character, considering the 30 seconds of screen time he got. No medical knowledge from the writer (sorry :/ )

Summary: Brendon Park feels like he’s being haunted by a pretty girl in scrubs who seems to always show up when he needs help.

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Brendon Park planned for everything. His day consisted of the same schedule every day. He woke up at 4:30 am every morning. He went to the gym for an hour-long session before work. He ate the same lunch consisting of ground beef, white rice and vegetables. A chicken breast, if he was feeling adventurous. He could time his surgeries almost down to the minute because he planned for everything.

It was no surprise this morning’s surgery was a success, most of his surgeries were. His co-workers nodded at him, in silent congratulations, as they breezed past him. Park nodded right back. The only acknowledgment they would ever get from him.

Brendon Park was not known as a friendly man and he was more than ok with that.

Work was work.

Co-workers were co-workers.

They knew him as “Park, the shark, the orthopedic surgeon” and that was how Brendon Park liked it.

His stomach growled as it always did when he finished a surgery. Pace picking up at the thought of his pre-packaged lunch waiting for him in his locker. His back stood straighter somehow. Head held high from the pride of a job well done. Nothing could go wrong when you plan everything.

His lunch bag was missing.

With a frown, he double checked the number on the locker, #47. The same number it had always been since his first day at work. Pulled out his hoodie from his locker and shook it, expecting his lunch bag to magically turn up. Took 2 steps back to look around the floor in case he dropped it.

No.

He forgot it.

He forgot his lunch on the kitchen counter.

What was he going to do now? He had a 30 minute window until the next scheduled surgery. It was going to take him at least 4 hours. He supposed he could skip lunch for once. He had been meaning to try intermittent fasting.

His stomach growled again as a cruel reminder of his circumstances. The only option left was the hospital food.

His eye twitched at the thought.

Fuck. He really forgot his lunch at home.

His heavy steps echoed the hallways as he approached the elevator. He pressed the foreign number of the cafeteria floor.

The descent of the elevator matched his stomach’s. Hospital food was usually gross. He’d find something decent. He had a strict regimen to uphold after all.

The elevator ding interrupted his thoughts. He walked out of its doors and kept an even stride towards the cafeteria. From afar, it looked clean enough. Not a terrible option for desperate times. Might even consider making it a weekly thing. He felt someone bump his shoulder from behind.

“Shark! You swim these waters?” Gilroy, the new resident who didn’t know any better, clapped his shoulder.

Park threw him one of his cold, unamused stares. Gilroy’s smile quickly dropped. “I’ll - I’ll save you a seat!” He stuttered over his shoulder as he jogged towards the cafeteria.

Absolutely not.

Park stopped in his tracks and turned so quickly his shoe squeaked on the shiny floors. His stride picked up as he walked further away from the cafeteria back to the safety of the elevators.

That was why he never even considered having lunch at the cafeteria. Small talk with annoying co-workers sounded like hell. He couldn’t think of anything worse. Except for forgetting his lunch at home.

On the corner of his eye, he spotted it. A vending machine. Right across from the elevators.

He paused. These were dirty vending machines touched by everyone’s hands in the hospital. Obviously no options that would fulfill his daily protein intake. Should a man swallow his pride and eat with his co-workers? Gilroy’s cold hand on his shoulder was enough of a reminder. He shuddered

Fuck it. Vending machine it is.

Park stared at his options. Too much salt, too much sugar. He felt like Goldilocks for a second, trying to find something just right.

A bag of peanuts seemed “just right” enough.

He tapped his credit card and pressed the buttons. The machine beeped and flashed the dreaded red letters.

ERROR.

He pressed the numbers again.

ERROR.

“Great” he muttered under his breath. He put his hands on his hips and stared again at his options. Nothing. “Skipping lunch it is” He stuffed his card in his back pocket and turned around only to almost bump into you

You were right behind him. Counting coins in your palm with a concentrated look on your face.

“Oh”. He said softly and quickly moved out of the way. How long was he pondering that he didn’t notice a line had formed behind him?

You smiled at him and started putting the coins in the vending machine.

He nodded at you and walked towards the elevator. Only 4 hours left. He would wait until then.

The double tap on his shoulder made him tense. Fucking Gilroy.

He turned to see you standing there with your palm outstretched. The bag of peanuts in your hand. He stared at your hand, confused.

“Here”. You stretched your palm further. “Was that not the one you wanted?”

He nodded at you again and finally took the snack from your hand.

“I don’t know how you eat those. Worse than hospital food” you shrugged. You walked away leaving him before he had a chance to say something. The blur of you disappearing quickly around the corner. Like you were never there.

He stared at the bag of peanuts in his hand and turned it over.

6 grams of protein. Damn it. He was not going to make his goal by the end of the day.

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Hours after his final surgery, another successful one, he was finally able to go home to a proper meal. He ate the bag of peanuts you gave him, obviously. You were right, though. They were disgusting.

Driving away from the hospital, he racked through his schedule mentally. He just might try to squeeze in another gym sesh before his dinner. The forgotten lunch on his counter would now be dinner so he didn’t have to worry about cooking something. His car speakers played his House music playlist. The day was back on track. He planned for everything.

At the red light, tapping his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel, he turned to look at the empty bus stop.

Empty except for you. His head did a double take. You. Vending machine girl. Waiting at the cold bus stop by yourself snacking on some chips.

You were staring at the bag suspiciously. Scrunched your nose at it and got up from the bus stop bench. You tossed the bag away and wiped your hands. Getting rid of the leftover salt, he assumed.

As you sat back down, you quickly glanced up, locking eyes with the man who was watching you from his car at the red light.

Brendon Park felt like he had been caught red-handed. He looked away towards the now green light and drove away. His thoughts once more on his overly planned schedule that had been saved. You had helped a bit, he supposed. Those peanuts were revolting, though. He would never forget his lunch again.

As you watched the fancy car drive away, you realized why that man looked so familiar to you.

It was the guy you gave the snack to who didn’t even have the decency to thank you. Terrible manners and terrible music taste! The awful beats could be heard through his windows.

Bastard. You shook your head. You hoped you would never have to see him again.

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Author’s Note: Your feedback would be appreciated 😁✨ Once again, this is how I view Brendon Park to act at work.

also if the format is weird, please lmk!

Edited on 6/14: just to let you know part 2 is linked below :D