Loserville

Thank you!!!! i am so happy to turn people onto this incredibly slept on ship!! in honor of this here's another little Jessdon blurb!

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It had been several hours now since Frank had gotten home from today's backbreaking, 12-hour, shift at the Pitt. He didn't know when coming home became something of a nightmare- well that wasn't entirely true, he did know, but that was besides the point- but his castle of rest and relaxation made him feel more and more as if he were a damsel in distress. Everything felt off: the way his walls sat barren, how the plastic, faux-wood floors felt under his feet, how his sheets twisted and clung to his damp and suffocating body.

He couldn't sleep. A groan ripped from Frank's throat as he tossed in his far-too-empty queen bed. Leaning over he glared at the alarm clock which blared an angry red, 2:15 am. Christ. Barely got 3 hours of rest. Twisting around Frank opened his phone, ready to restart his pre-sleep scrolling routine.

As his thumb lazily swiped over mind numbing video after video, a notification caught his eye.

Jesse: [sent a video]

Frank snorted as he pressed it, opening the thread to see at least 10 different posts sent to him within the last half-hour. Blinking the sleep away he diligently started to go through them all: Animal compilations, local bands that would be playing, the occasional news outlet talking about the latest disease. After replying to one particularly cute dog video, Frank watched as bubbles popped up from the other side,

Jesse: dude why are you awake

Frank chuckled to himself at the hypocrisy, as he rolled over onto his back, the motion having him feeling like a teenager again.

Frank: I could ask the same for you.

He watched as the bubbles appeared again, a dumb grin still stuck to his face.

Jesse: went out with a couple friends after shift. Got home an hour ago. Wby?

Frank: Couldn't sleep.

Before he could process, his fingers flew across the small keyboard; Come over? Frank blinked as his thumb hovered over the send button, butterflies tumbling around in his stomach. With a deep breath in he hit it, the blue bubble popping up innocently on his screen.

Jesse: oh yeah?

Frank groaned at the message, his face reddening, and shoving his phone screen down into the covers. He paused for a minute, his face buried in his hands, before picking his phone back up and typing furiously,

Frank: Shut up. Not like that.

He could practically feel Jesse's smirk through the screen. Flirty asshole.

Jesse: yeah sure. Be over in 15

Frank's grin widened as he hopped out of bed, suddenly very awake and intent on tidying up the small rooms that he had neglected on cleaning for the past week.

He flew around his small bedroom shoveling discarded piles of clothes into his hamper and quickly scrubbing the cups he had amassed by his bedside. By the time that Frank heard a knock on his front door, he had been able to make each of the small, sparse rooms look a little bit more presentable.

Throwing away the last of the takeout containers that had been sitting out on his counter, Frank scrambled over to the door to unlock it.

Jesse stood smiling at the door, the soft light of the apartment hallways bathing him in a warm glow, making his grey curls to seem almost other-worldly in the light. He clearly drove over in his pajamas, a faded band t-shirt and sweatpants, Frank notes as his eyes sweep over his slender frame.

"Hey, man." Jesse smiled as he stepped into the small entrance of Frank's apartment.

"Hey" Frank lifted his head back up to meet Jesse's eyes, "Thanks for coming."

Jesse tilts his head, leaning down to meet Frank and place a soft kiss to his lips, "Probably wasn't going to fall asleep for another hour any way. I'd rather be here than tossing and turning alone at my place."

Frank hummed into the kiss, wrapping his arms loosely around Jesse's shoulders, holding them in place for a minute longer. Each second they stood there, Frank felt the adrenaline be replaced by a bone rattling exhaustion. Every breath enveloped him in more of Jesse's scent and warmth, wrapping his mind in a blanket that was slowly turning the rest of him to mush.

"Mm, come on, lets go to bed." Frank yawned, removing his arms from where they were draped around the taller man, "I think I'll be able to fall asleep now."

"I'm not that boring, am I?" Jesse gasped dramatically, bringing a hand up to clutch his invisible pearls.

Frank snorted, becoming him to follow him as he started to move back to his room, "Maybe if you keep that up. I might have to kick you out."

"I can't believe this. And after I came all this way, too." Jesse scoffed from behind him.

One day, Jesse overhears two of the med students that he’s accompanying, talking in hushed tones as they finish charting. they keep on whispering about how disheveled dr. langdon looks, and how he’s been kicked out of the hospital before. And while Jesse may not know the specifics of the incident, he knows that burnout is real and that he’s experienced that level of exhaustion before. especially during his own divorce.

he’s quick to shut the rumors down, reminding the kids they're in front of a patient or cutting into the conversation with vitals. Langdon was making an effort to be better after all, and that shouldn’t be taken for granted.

Now putting down those conversations is one thing; work place professionalism, right? But lately Langdon has been everywhere, to the point that Jesse finds it a bit unnerving. Somehow he always is on the same cases as the resident, or running into him in the halls, or talking to Dana at the central station while he's doing his charting. All things to say, Frank has become eerily present in Jessie's work life.

Which, of course, ends with Jesse unknowingly wandering into the break room while Frank sits at the table, his head in his hands.

It takes a moment to realize that he's not alone, a fresh cup of shitty coffee being the only thing taking up his mind, but once he does, something in the air changes.

"Hey man, you ok?" Jesse asks cautiously, his arm still halfway up to the cabinet to grab his mug.

Frank, apparently so in his head, jumps at the noise, before dragging his hands over his eyes and giving a less-than half-hearted chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. Just taking a breather. That last patient took me out more than expected."

Jesse hums in return, leaning back against the counter and bringing the now full mug to his lips. The last case was a 6 year old girl they both helped with. She had swallowed something and had choke, it was a close call, but they had been able to save her. Suspected neglect was at play, and so eventually Langdon made the call to contact Kiara.

Child cases always took a harder toll on the McKay, no doubt it was the same thing for Langdon.

"Hey, would you want to come see a show with me after drinks in the park tonight?" Jesse asks before he can stop himself, trying to play the request as smoothly as possible. "There's a bar I like to hit up not too far from here, and they usually have some good local bands playing. Nothing crazy."

Frank looks up from the hole he was burning into the table with wide eyes, "Uh, shit, yeah, sure. Sounds like fun."

Jesse nods, turning away from Frank's stare to dump out the now luke-warm coffee down the sink. "Cool, sounds good. I'll see you later then." he smiles, a smirk playing on his lips.

As he leaves the room he can still feel Frank's eyes on him. Something between pride and nervousness sits on his shoulders as he walks down the halls to check on his patients, because did he really just ask his coworker on a date?

And Frank finds Jesse being so good with his kids so attractive (even if doesn't realize that's what those feelings are at first). He was so afraid of being seen as a bad partner and a bad father because of his past actions, that seeing Jesse support him and interact with his kids as if they were his own makes him head over heels.

langdon who is working through the process of his messy divorce and jesse who has been divorced for at least half a decade now (amicably ofc, he’s still best friends with his ex-husband) and has been hooking up with people, but wants something more

i feel like it would maybe start off as a hook up. maybe one night after a busy night with the rest of the pitt cast at a bar, Jesse notices Langdon staying later and looking, frankly (no pun intended), really down and depressed. Jesse offers to drive him home and sticks around to make sure he’s ok/ cheer him up a bit, and ends up staying the night at langdons place. turns out Abby moved out and has the kids for the week so he sticks around a little longer. one thing turns to another and they end up blowing off some steam with each other. neither acknowledges it for a while, mostly because langdon is freaking out over his new sexuality crisis, but eventually they have to. Jesse comes over again and they talk, everything goes well, and soon they have a routine where Jesse will come over after work, make dinner, and they fuck. idk if either of them would see it as a long term thing, but i think they could be really fun. (maybe more in a constant teasing sort of way rather than mushy sweet)

anyway, shout out to the three langdon/jesse fics on ao3 that don’t involve another character, they both inspired this

It starts mundane: hand holding, an arm around his waist, Pope's palm on his thigh whenever he's driving. After a while, probably after they fuck for the first time, it gets territorial. His grip on Dennis is tighter, more possessive and more to show that Dennis is his.

its a pretty small place, big enough to house the both of them and live comfortably, but not enough to make the space feel overwhelming. Having a small house just feels right, it makes it feel like they actually own the place. The cody compound (and i imagine the whitaker residence as well) was huge but was compensated by the fact that there were constantly people around. It was simultaneously far too much space and far too little; plenty of space to feel the depressive hum of loneliness, but never enough space to be able to hide and clear your head. So, the small tight-knit home that the two gets become a tower of refuge for the two.