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risky and you hit send (smau) | brendon park x sunshine!ERdoctor!reader | pt. 5
in which you get reminded of how much empathy brendon lacks
a/n: IM SORRY IN ADVANCE i know u love these two bec they're funny and entertaining but i want to show that they're still getting to know each other and getting used to having the other in their lives! so this chapter is Needed to move the story forward <3
cw: reader makes a kms joke, brendon is rude, i mean not really but reader takes his comment personally, slight angst
pt. 4 | next
a/n2: i used a different app and will be sticking with that so im sorry for the changes! i appreciate everyone reading and loving the two, especially those who leave lovely comments and reblogs i swear they make my day :c thank you thank you!!!
1. The Pocket Notes: Jack is a man of few words when it comes to expressing his deep, mushy feelings out loud at the hospital, so he resorts to covert operations. He will slip tiny, folded sticky notes into Y/Nβs coat pockets, lunch containers, or purse before leaving for his early shift. They usually just say mundane things like "Eat lunch, love you" or draw a little smiley face next to a makeshift heart monitor blip.
2. The Back-of-the-Neck Warm-Up: Whenever Y/N is curled up on the couch reading or grading papers and gets cold, Jack doesn't just hand her a blanket. He will walk up behind her, cup his large, warm hands directly against the back of her neck, and rub slow, soothing circles until she melts backward into his chest with a happy sigh.
3. The Midnight Blanket Tuck: Even when Jack crawls into bed dead tired at 3:00 AM, his muscle memory instantly takes over. He will automatically peel the heavy duvet away, guide Y/N flush against his side, and meticulously tuck the blankets around her shoulders so zero cold air can get in, all while completely half-asleep.
4. The Customized Coffee Drops: Jack knows Y/Nβs coffee order down to the exact number of pumps and milk temperature. On mornings when they are both rushing out the door for long shifts, he will miraculously have a fresh travel mug waiting on the counter for her with a handwritten βYouβve got this, sweetheartβ taped right across the lid.
5. The Unconscious Hair Twirling: During movie nights on the couch, Jackβs professional, ultra-focused surgical demeanor completely vanishes. While staring blankly at the screen, his fingers will mechanically and absentmindedly wind themselves into Y/N's hair, gently twirling strands around his knuckles over and over again like a human comfort object.
6. The Jacket Shield: Whenever they walk outside and the weather suddenly turns chilly or starts drizzling, Jack immediately strips off his jacket without breaking his stride and drapes it over Y/Nβs shoulders. He doesn't even pause to ask; it's an automatic reflex, and he'll spend the rest of the walk keeping his arm securely around her waist to pull her into his side.
7. The Sound-Asleep Forehead Kiss: Jack always wakes up earlier than Y/N. Before he quietly gets out of bed to head to the kitchen or prep for the day, he will pause, lean over, and press a long, lingering, incredibly gentle kiss right to the center of her forehead while she's still dead to the world, just to start his day grounding himself in her.
8. The Grocery Store Cart Chauffeur: Whenever they go grocery shopping, Jack refuses to let Y/N push the cart or walk on the outer side of the aisle closest to foot traffic. He gently guides her to the inside lane, and if she's tired, he'll jokingly nudge her to hop onto the bottom shelf bar of the cart so he can push her around like a giant kid while smuggling extra snacks into the basket.
9. The Soundless Laugh: Jack is usually quiet, stoic, and composed around everyone else, but whenever Y/N does something goofy or funny at home, he gets this specific, chest-deep, soundless laugh where his shoulders shake and his eyes crinkle completely shut, trying desperately to muffle his amusement so he doesn't break character.
10. The Emergency Comfort Zone: If Y/N has had a truly brutal, exhausting day where she doesn't even have the energy to talk, Jack doesn't ask a million questions. He simply opens his arms, pulls her flat against his chest on the carpeted floor, turns off all the bright lights, and runs his large hand up and down her spine in a slow, rhythmic motion until her shoulders finally drop and she breathes out all the day's stress.
this is an idea i've had in my brain for sooo long! just thought i'd put this out there. kind of interested in turning this into a thing?? give me y'alls thoughts please!!
BRENDON PARK who hasn't dated in a while. last time he did was when he bumped into a girl at a coffee shop a couple years ago. nothing serious came from it. they both ended it amicable before putting any labels, and since then, brendon didn't demonstrate any interest in dating.
BRENDON PARK who's closest friend had shared with him about a friend of his girlfriend who was also the token bachelorette of her friend group. over a couple of beers, his buddy continued to find ways to persuade him back into the dating scene, specifically, to go on one date with this mystery woman.
BRENDON PARK who considered the offer for a week. he didn't feel any desperation to settle down into a domestic life, but he had his mom and dad to consider. every holiday together, they'd remind him they weren't getting younger and they at least wanted to live to see brendon marry an amazing women. so he texted his friend about the mystery woman, finally agreeing to one date.
BRENDON PARK who made the reservation to a new restaurant in town. all his friend told him was that you were a physical medicine & rehabilitation doctor. he didn't even send a photo of you, wanting to keep some air of mystery in brendon's life. so he sat there waiting at the table until a well dressed and smiley girl came inβyou.
BRENDON PARK who was immediately drawn into your friendly personality. you were in a dress, not too fancy, but long enough to be elegant for every day use. his buddy had described you as the perfect opposite to him. from the way you smiled to the waiter and at him--he saw exactly what his friend meant.
BRENDON PARK who was rustier than he thought. all his friends considered him effortlessly charming, but sitting across from you, he found himself breaking a sweat. you were effortless with your stories and questions. he often found himself stalling before responding, too mesmerized by the cute, expectant smile on your face.
BRENDON PARK who didn't realize two hours had passed once the two of you finished desert. you had initiated the end of the night and brendon felt disappointment. he didn't want to go back to him lonely life; and although the two of you could sit for hours, engrossed in conversation, he was worried he hadn't made the best impression of himself. he had chuckled a couple times, wasn't as smiley as you, and he had picked up the check (which was the most redeeming gesture he could come up with to try and persuade without an illuminating personality).
BRENDON PARK who interchanged numbers with you before the two of you went your separate ways outside the restaurant. you left looking satisfied, but brendon still wasn't sure what to think. he stared obsessively at your contact page, debating how soon was too soon to set up a date.
BRENDON PARK who chickened out from sending a text, practically ghosting you for five days. when his buddy checked in about the date, brendon played it cool, while deep down he was dying to know what you thought of him. had he ruined his chances on one date alone?
BRENDON PARK who walked out of a surgery and into his office almost a week after the date to find a new message: i've been thinking about last week. how do you feel about a round two? ;)
summary; cody boys get hurt, theres a barbecue and a stalker raccoon!
warnings; a picture where there's fake blood, curse words, craig saying yo way too many times my bad
a/n; all pics from pinterest!!!
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Summary: Reader was roommates with Trinity at univeristy, she was studying law while Trinity was studying medicine. They became very close friends and have remained that way while starting the world of work. In turn, through nights out and early morning coffee runs, she is now close friends with the other Pittlings. They all love her deeply but are concerned that she is spending too much time focused on work. Because of this they decide they need to set her up with someone - perhaps they should choose the only other workaholic they know and hope that it balances the two of them out.
A/N: Hopefully self explanatory!! I love when strong, capable women are represented in fics so I wanted to do that myself!!
Warnings: Will grow through the series probs, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader's nickname is angel, mentions of alcohol, will be cute and fluffy, age gap.
Part one
A/n: This is my first smau so I hope it is okay!! Brendon and reader will interact soon I promise!
I love this dirty man, and every scene of his leaves me weak in the knees. There are no words in the dictionary to describe how excited I get by Daryl Dixon's existence.
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in which jack abbot is the first to notice you, the wallflower resident of the ER.
contents; fem!reader, fluffy fluff, sweetheart jack, some mentions of death!
a/n; finally another part out lol i hope u guys like this!! will try and make the next one a little longer i hope!! ps. taglist is now CLOSED for this fic, i apologize!! ppl who got tagged in this will still be tagged in any upcoming parts, but im not adding new people, sorry !! <3
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Your joints click and ache with each step, as you climb up the endless staircase. Sure, you couldβve taken the elevator. But that would mean you risk the chance of getting trapped in that metal box with someone else. Standing quietly in an elevator with someone else feels terrifying.
A few days ago, you had found something beautiful. A doorway that leads straight to the roof of the hospital. Itβs high, itβs quiet, and the best part? You get to be alone. No ER buzz, no one saying βexcuse meβ and knocking into you right after, no beeping machines, no screamingβ¦just peace.Β
Once the door to the rooftop opened, you could feel the tension falling from your shoulders, fresh air blowing through your hair, each speck of wind slowly chipping away the weight of the day. You keep trying to convince yourself that itβll get easier, that the heavy weight on your heart will eventually lift and flutter away. Yet everyday, it seems to get heavier.Β
Lowering yourself down on the edge, you let your legs hang over, head tilted back to stare at the night sky, eyes slowly fluttering shut. You focused on the soft breeze whistling in your ears, the distant noise of birdsβ maybe an owl?Β
Youβd barely sleptβ well, until you shamelessly curled into Jackβs jacket in bed. He kept saying that heβll come pick it up, telling you to NOT bring it to work, heβll come and get it. Yet every time he came over, he seemed to forget the jacket again.Β
It had been a busy shift. Trauma after trauma, and you had only managed half a granola bar as your lunch. You barely talked to Jack, only a few quick βhelloβsβ whenever you passed each other. Because every time you made a move to stop and chat, one of you would get pulled into something.Β
As much as you donβt want to admit it, youβve grown fond of him and his attention. He always surprises you with a sweet treat or a coffee, always stops to chat with you and is happily giving you input and feedback on your patients and decisions, without making you feel bad. One might even consider you twoβ¦friends.Β
You, though? Youβre just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just waiting for the day he decides youβre not worth the effort anymore, and leaves you behind. Thatβs why youβre distant. So him leaving wouldnβt hurt as bad. It doesnβt matter, thoughβ heβs weaseled his way into your heart, each thrum of your heartbeat making you think of him. No matter how much you distance yourself, you know youβd be crushed if he left.Β
Slowly, you laid yourself down. Back hitting the cold ground of the roof, legs still tangling off the edge, eyes fluttering open to stare at the night sky. A stray tear rolls from your hair, down your temple and straight into your hairline. Grief is consuming you. Every patient youβve been unable to save, weighing you down. Youβve convinced yourself that they didnβt survive because of you. If it was another doctor there, maybe they wouldβve lived. All those times you had to tell families about their loss ached in your gut. You were the one who destroyed those families.Β
βHey.β A gruff voice from behind startled you, your entire body jolting up. βHey, easyβ¦β A warm hand grasped your arm, pulling you a little further from the edge. You could recognize the voice clear as day nowβ Jack. Of course he found you.Β
You awkwardly pulled your arm from him, scooting backwards and sitting up properly, ears burning a little in embarrassment. One of your hands came up to wipe away any evidence of the tears you shed. He really manages to catch you at your worst, over and over.Β
An unfamiliar look of concern rested in Jackβs eyes, as heβwith a small struggleβ lowered himself to sit down, his legs dangling off the edge now too. βYou okay?β
Such a simple question, yet it felt so loaded. The natural response that you give to everyone is always βIβm fineβ, but Jack sees right through that, youβve come to learn. Lying around him is nearly impossibleβ he detects everything. Itβs a blessing and a curse.
Part of you loves the fact that you can freely be yourself, but a bigger part of you despises it. Talking to him feels like he can see into the deepest parts of you, his gaze alone pulling out all the darkness. It feels like your soul is out and bare, laid out in his hands, and all you can do is hope he wonβt crush it.Β
βJust a long day.β You answer after a long beat, eyes focusing on the street far below, watching the cars pass. Every single car has people in them with their own lives. Just like all those patients who died. Any one of the people in those cars could die today, and you wonβt be able to save them.
Jack rested his hand on your shoulder, his head tilting a little to the side. He knew what βlong dayβ meant. Heβd seen the board. Heβd been there with you in multiple traumas, many of them not making it. With each patient, he saw the light in your eyes dull even more, your shoulders curling in on yourself. When heβd tried to catch you after, you were already gone.Β
With no hesitation, Jack pulled you to his side, arm wrapping around your shoulders. He knew that you werenβt big on words, especially on days as harsh as today. He knew that sometimes all you need is a steady presence, someone to share the grief and heaviness with. Yes, Jack had his own demons. But heβll gladly shoulder yours too, just to give you even a moment of relief.Β
As soon as you were pulled to his side, itβs like every tense muscle in your body unraveled. Your shaky hands went limp in your lap, the tight set of your jaw eased, your shoulders fully dropped, and the furrow between your brows disappeared. He was magic.Β
βWe donβt have to talk about it. Today was hard, I know.β He murmurs, lips pressing against the top of your head in a gentle gesture. The hand of the arm wrapped around you rubbed soothing circles on your shoulder, sometimes lowering to your arm and giving a few squeezes, βNone of that exists here, okay? Work is banned on this roof.β
A weak smile cracked at your lips, as you nodded into his chest, which your cheek was pressed against now. βYeβ¦yeah. Okay..noβ no work here.βΒ
Jack smiled, nodding. The movement made the tip of his nose brush your hair, and he couldnβt resist pressing just a little closer. The safe place he was for you, you were for him. Sure, he didnβt talk of the hard days, but you could tell they weighed on him. You could feel it in the long exhale he let out, once he had you in his arms.Β
Each beginning of shift when heβd bring you a coffee, it was really just to have the opportunity of chatting with you for even a minute or two. You quieted Jackβs mind in a way no one has in a long time.
While Jack was your light in the darkness, you were his. Unawarely making him a better man.Β
βΛβ‘ JACK ABBOT witnesses a new side to his girlfriend after her bra breaks
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI big boobed!reader, curvy/plus-sized!reader implied, "i'll pay for it", teasing, dirty talk, breast & nipple play, dry humping, mentions of previous smutty time, kinda brat!reader ? she's annoyed, pet names (doll, honey, baby, pretty girl), swearing, no other physical descriptions of reader, no use of y/n, dual pov, (1.9k wc)
layout inspired by my angel @mariasont
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Jack wasn't prepared for his front door slamming just before eight pm on his night off. And he definitely wasn't expecting the annoyed groan reverberating off the walls as you stomped your way to the lounge. It was a stark contrast to the soft humming he was usually graced with the second you walked through his door.
He sat up straighter, muting the TV to give you his undivided attention. You barely glanced his way as you walked through the threshold, and he couldn't stop his eyebrows from raising at the sight of you.
Your grey scrub top was slightly twisted and riding up, exposing a sliver of your stomach that he itched to trace. A cute pout had taken your face hostageβyour lower lip jutting out and brows furrowed, making it difficult for him to suppress a smile. All humour vanished as his eyes fell to your chest; your full breasts hanging without support, pebbled nipples calling for his mouth. The tightening of his pants was immediate, along with the jealous fire that heated him from the inside outβwho else had seen you in this state?
It was a losing battle for him as he tried to keep his eyes off the way your boobs bounced as you walked towards him. Honestly, he didn't know why he even bothered.
You collapsed onto the couch next to him with a huff, knocking his crutches to the floor as you ripped your bag off your shoulder with more force than necessary.
Jack had never seen you like this. In the four months you had been dating, he'd seen you cry more times than he could countβvideos of dogs reuniting with their owners were your kryptoniteβand had seen you lose your cool less than a handful of times. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of trepidation stepping into this unknown territory.
Before he could start running through any events or anniversaries he may have missed, you found your rightful placeβwrapping your arms around his right one, curling your body into his side with a sigh. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes as he inhaled your comforting scent.
Some of the tension eased from your shoulders, your body conditioned to relax in Jack's presence. He rested his cheek atop your head, his affection diluting the annoyance thrumming through your veins.
"What's going on, doll?"
"My bra broke. Right at the start of my shift." You grumbled, nuzzling further into his warmth.
"Okay," he dragged out hesitantly. "That's annoying."
"Yeah, you could say that," you huffed. "The wire was digging into my skin for twelve hours straight," you whined, resembling a petulant child. "I could feel it every time I moved. Do you know how uncomfortable that is?"
He lifted his head off of yours, tilting your chin up to shoot you a look. You had massaged his leg enough to know that was a stupid question.
"Right, sorry, don't answer that." One hand moved from clutching his bicep to his right thigh, tracing patterns with your index finger. You let out another sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. "It was my last decent one. Now I only have sports bras that aren't even near the realm of sexy."
"So just buy a new one."
Jack regretted the words as soon as they slipped out, his body tensing and eyes squeezing shut.
Your annoyance returned tenfold. You ripped away from his body, levelling him with a scolding glare.
"Do you know how expensive bras are, Jack?" You started, diving into a gesticulating monologue. "Especially if you've got big boobsβit's just capitalism once again profiting off of women's struggles! The bigger you are the more expensive everything is because they're trying to make us feel badβ"
"Honey," Jack tried, his voice dropping to the authoritative tone that never failed to make your ears perk up like an obedient puppy. Well, that never failed until now.
You pressed a finger into his stupidly beefy chest. "You're a man, you don't get to speak right now."
He held his hands up in surrender, his dick twitching from you giving him attitudeβat the thought of fucking it out of you. An interesting revelation that he was looking forward to exploring later.
You removed your finger, continuing your rant. "No bra ever fits rightβunless you go to a boutique and spend at least three hundred dollars on a custom made one."
Jack was drawn in by the fire in your eyes, the outrage and passion you were exuding making you even more beautiful.
"The amount of money I waste on fabric that barely does the job it's meant to do is insane. At this point it'd be fucking cheaper to get a breast reduction." You fell back against the couch, your chest heaving slightly from your tirade.
He rested an arm over your shoulders, his thumb rubbing circles on your upper arm. "You're not getting a breast reduction."
A searing glare burned the side of his face. "Oh, so now you're telling me what I can and can't do to my body?"
A thrill raced down Jack's spineβanother side effect of your newfound attitude.
"No," he said placatingly. "I'm just remembering the conversation we had last week." His mouth ticked up with the beginnings of a smirk. "Y'know, the one after I made you look at yourself in the mirror while you came on my cock."
The hand on your arm slid away slowly, featherlight fingers caressing across your chest before making their way to your nipple, circling the pert bud lazily. Your breath stuttered, a whine lodging itself in your throat from your boyfriend's touch.
He dipped his head towards you, his husky baritone filling your ear as his lips brushed along the sensitive skin. "You remember how good you looked, baby? Couldn't stop staring at yourself, could you?" He tugged your earlobe between his teeth. "Looked like a fucking goddessβyou always do."
Heat blossomed across every inch of your body, a familiar insatiable need jolting your core at the memory. You had been entranced by the image in the mirrorβlidded, glazed eyes staring back at you, Jack's hand around your throat keeping your attention secured on your reflection, your tits bouncing as he drilled into you from behind.
Jack's keen eyes caught the way your plush thighs squeezed together, how your chest was rapidly rising and falling beneath his hand.
"You've made your point," you whispered, lust thwarting your annoyance.
He hummed, pressing faint kisses along your jaw. His free hand trailed up your thighβa fingertip tracing the seam of your pants inducing a shiver. "I'll pay for it, for the bras. I'll buy you a whole closet full of 'em."
"Okay," you relented, suspicion rising in Jack at your quick response.
He moved his head away from yours, an eyebrow quirking up and deepening his wrinkles. "β¦That's what you wanted all along, isn't it?"
"No," you murmured, pressing your face into his bicep. He would've believed you if it wasn't for the smile he could feel stretching against his skin.
"Uh-huh, sure."
He grabbed your chin, pulling your face away from your hiding spot and seeing the twinkle in your eyes instantly. He huffed a laugh, leaning in to kiss you softly.
"You know you could've just asked," he mumbled against your lips, teasingly nipping your bottom lip.
A giggle slipped from your mouth into his. "Where's the fun in that?"
"So you admit this was all just an act." He grasped your hips, effortlessly lifting you to straddle his lap. You gasped out at the bulge pressing against your core. "You think threatening to take these away from me is funny?" His hands drifted from your hips, creeping underneath your top and up your sides until they cupped your heavy breasts.
You whimpered at his calloused fingers stroking and pulling; one of them brushing along the tender, irritated patch the wire from your bra had left behind.
Jack noticed the spot straight awayβhe had every inch of your skin memorised, his fingers knowing your body better than your own. "Let's look at the damage, hmm? Can't have my pretty girl hurting."
You nodded, your brain already turned to mush from his light teasing.
He moved his hands back down your body to reach the hem of your scrub topβa whine leaping out of you from the brief loss of his touch. He lifted your top over your head, moaning once your tits were on full display for him.
He swore he died and went to heaven whenever he saw you like thisβsat prettily on his lap, hazy eyes fluttering, full breasts begging for his hands and mouth. He revelled in how your hips would grind against his absentmindedly; his pretty, needy girl desperate for her silver fox from the smallest touch. Your unyielding desire did wonders for his ego.
He brought his hands back up, relishing the sight of your tits overflowing in his large hands. Your eyelids drooped and your lips parted, breathy sighs falling from them. His thumb moved to brush along the tender spot on the side of your boob.
"Poor thing," he muttered, leaning forward to press light kisses to the irritated skin. "Won't happen ever againβnot while you're mine." Molten gold eyes stared into yours. "And you're always going to be mine."
His tongue licked the sensitive skin before he blew cold air on it, causing goosebumps to erupt across your body with a gasp slicing the air. Your hips rocked harder against his, your core growing wetter with every touch.
He covered your boob in kisses and spit, sucking and biting to leave behind marks he adoredβhis marks. His rough hand pawed at your other tit, pulling and twisting the nippleβmaking you mewl above him, your hips moving faster as fire raced down to your pussy, igniting embers along the way.
His mouth latched onto your neglected nipple, his tongue drawing circles around it and sucking harshly. You let out unabashed moans, his own starting to vibrate against your skin and through your chest. He was rock hard beneath your hips, precum leaking into his boxers as your movements grew frantic. He could feel the flutter of your pussy, the heartbeat in your clit, even through your layers of clothes.
His free hand moved to your ass, giving it a smack. Your responding yelp dissolved into a moan, your hips jerking forward and finding the perfect position that had your clit pressing directly onto his bulge.
He pulled his head away from your chest, admiring his perfect girl using him for her pleasure. He wanted to spend the rest of his life worshipping at your altarβto bask in your divineness until his dying breath.
His hand trailed up from your breast to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, catching a bit of drool. God, he loved how he could unravel you just as you did him.
But before he could help you reach your release, he needed to remind you of somethingβto correct a statement you made earlier, one that had been eating away at him.
He tilted your head until your unfocused eyes meet hisβhis cock jumping at how utterly fucked you looked from a bit of dry humping.
"Let's get one thing straight, doll. The lace and bows are nice, but they're not what are sexy. That's all you, baby."
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a/n: can you guys tell one of my bras broke today. i honestly don't even know what this mess is. am loving the girlies popping off with big boobed blurbs lately tho π
brendon park x sunshine!ERdoctor!reader as romance tropes
a/n: hello my lovely people! to celebrate my hitting 200 followers, i wanted to give you a little something :')
the next chapter isn't ready yet buuuut i do write random stuff about them in my notes app so i figured, why not work on it to make it into a post! and i've decided on them as their very obvious romance tropes. also, you get to know the two a little bit more. i know it's not the usual format but i hope you enjoy nonetheless <3
long ass author's note so if youre still reading wowie ty for letting me yap
cw: brendon and reader are already in an established relationship, pure fluff, small angst bec reader deals with self-doubt, use of em dash do not piss me off
wc: 1.1 words
she fell first, he fell harder
- the first time you saw brendon across the er, you knew you were done for. he was so tall, had this brooding thing going on, so confident in his own quiet way, so man. him on the other hand? did not even notice you. he's extremely straightforward and likes to work with the same attitude. he went down for a consult, headed directly to the room where he was needed, then returned back up.
- you knew there was no catching his eye at work. you thought about introducing yourself the next time he came down but decided against it. your meet-cute? a good old elevator ride. you lasted all of two seconds before blurting out a "hi," followed by telling him your name. to which he just replied with "park," not even sparing you a glance.
- after stepping out the elevator, you opened your phone, pulled up your groupchat, and sent i am so marrying that man.
- brendon, on the other hand, had an entirely different experience. he valued routine, he wanted everything to be uncomplicated. you messed up both of that. and that thought alone was enough to tire him out and force himself to not think about you.
- when he finally came to terms with his feelings (he despised that word), the man knew he was all in. you want him, sure. you have a crush on him, sure. but him? he would live inside your skin if he could. he would follow you around, doing nothing, and be okay with it if it meant being in your vicinity. to say he's obsessed is the understatement of the century. the man bought a ring after your first date, for fuck's sake.
grumpy x sunshine
- you wear your heart on your sleeve. you love loudly and unabashedly. there's not a day in the er when you did not find a single reason to laugh. while life has not exactly been kind to you, you still appreciate it. and brendon is... brendon.
- truthfully, he did not know he was merely surviving and letting life pass by until you. he thought being an orthopedic surgeon was all he ever needed. now, he spends his every day wanting to make you smile, to hold you close, to feel your breath against his cheek. while he has not changed his ways with other people, he has started looking forward to mundanity knowing you're there.
- one time, he had a day off and was looking forward to lazing around with you. a schedule conflict, a complication, and an emergency later, he had to scrub in. it is safe to say that brendon is never a pleasure to be around but especially so that day.
talks a lot x listens
- you're the type to say everything. you're sleepy? you voice it out. you're craving something? everyone around you knows. your eyes are itchy? consider that a headline.
- brendon cherishes everything you say, no matter how meaningless (never a word he'd use to describe what you talk about, by the way). as cliche as it may seem, he remembers everything. the man is smart as hell. remembering the things the love of his life says is nothing to him. he doesn't even have to make an effort, it just comes naturally.
- you're also the type to fill in the silence when things get too quiet. sometimes, your attempts are a hit. others, not so much. who can blame an awkward girl for trying? brendon thinks it's endearing and he would glare the hell out of anyone who snickers or reacts in a way he didn't like.
- one time you overheard someone in the staff room say that they should start a bet on how long before brendon gets tired of you. you take that to heart. of course you do. you don't bring it up to brendon, he notices youre upset anyway.
- when the both of you got home, he asked outright what's wrong, one you attempt to brush off. after forcing you to sit and staring you down, you asked him in the smallest voice he's ever heard, "will you tell me when you get tired of me?" he's appalled. brain already racking, trying to figure out where this is coming from. the use of when and not if is not lost on him.
- when he finally got you to explain, he spent the rest of the evening showing you how deeply you've rooted yourself in his soul that he genuinely cannot fathom life without you. and when you notice, days later, that you no longer see the man who suggested you were too much? brendon would just shrug you off.
bonus: my girl is mad at me i hope i die
- now this is less of a trope and more of a meme LMAO. still fitting for the two though.
- most people around you think that you're too sweet, too in love, too sheepish to express anger toward brendon. what they don't know is while you struggle with self-doubt and insecurity, you are aware of how you should be treated and what you deserve.
- so when he had a particularly rough shift and kept talking to you at home like how he would with an intern? you directly said to his face, "i don't like you right now." your eyes may have been filled with tears and your voice may have wavered a bit but you stood your ground, told him you're spending the night at trinity's, and left him standing there.
- the switch in brendon's mood was immediate. he felt like shit. he was mad at himself for hurting you, for being the reason you were crying. he's always known he was quick to anger and judgement. he's always had his walls up. he finally found someone worth taking them down for, but he fucked it up. he was so used to certain ways and he hated himself for going back to how he was before you.
- the both of you were not able to discuss what happened for a few days. not for his lack of tryingβif anything, the man was annoyingly persistent and he had apologized over and over again. however, you were too hurt to even listen to him. you have a tendency to spiral. feeling as though you did not know brendon, even for just a few moments after he arrived home, terrified you.
- brendon knew of this so he let you be. that didn't stop him from feeling worse and worse though. he kept thinking he should have known better. he kept berating himself, how dare he ruin the only good thing in his life? simply put, he was pathetic.
- it took a long conversation and many tears shed (from you) before you were able to fully forgive him. brendon never ever let his sour mood enter your space again.
a/n: as always, thank you very much for reading! comments and reblogs are soooo appreciated <3 also! i should be caught up with updating my taglist. if you commented but haven't heard from me/don't see yourself here, please let me know!
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Inch one was just pressure. His hands stroked your hair out of your face, stubble rough against your ear as he whispered "You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take all my cock in this pretty pussy?"
What a tease inch two was. He held his postition there for a beat while he kissed your lips and then rocked his cock back out. Then back in. His girth alone was a lot but you had six more inches to take.
Inch three started to feel good, his sheer size stretching at your sensitive walls. Instinctively you clenched and Jack felt it. "Fuck, so tight. Keep them legs wide for me baby." He grunted as his hand came down to the inside of your thigh, softly keeping them apart.
Oh but inch four had you gasping. Only half way and you moaned into his ear, praising him. "Oh so good Jack-fuck."
Tingles in your lower tummy is what inch five gave you as he slowly dragged his cock through your folds. That familiar build up starting right at the pitt of your stomach, your pussy pulsing for more.
"Jack!" Inch six had your toes curling, your lungs gulping the air that you both shared.
Inch seven and you were biting into his neck, his weathered skin salty but still soft on your tongue. Gifting him your hums of pleasure, you sucked a generous love mark in your place.
And finally - inch eight. You were seeing stars, your pulse vibrating through your body as you opened your eyes again. Your fingers fisted at the back of his head tugging at his curls, your body relaxing into him.
"Fuck, I think I'm right in your tummy ain't I darlin'?"
summary; pool party at the cody's & pope being pope. also reader and cath are besties bc i said so
warnings; a curse word or two
a/n; pics used in this arent meant to describe the reader, just the vibe and idea i have of her!! all shapes n sizes are loved ova here!! comment to be added to the taglist <3
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