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pairing: strawberry shortcake x jack abbot. first part.
summary: after matching with your attending on tinder, you now have to spend an entire shift trying to avoid him. everything is going (almost) well until you get trapped in an elevator with him.
tags: fluff, joy is part of the night shift, langdon kinda too, er setting, workplace romance, age gap, coworkers to lovers, protective jack abbot, she falls first, he falls harder.
authors note: this is short and silly I KNOW. i just wanted to portray abbot the way I perceive him after that scene (in the gif). ALSO thank you so much for the reblogs and for asking to be added to the tag list. i never thought that was possible!! don't forget to reblog if you enjoyed it, please. 🙏🏻
@melissa66orion @rathatosy
The doors to the ER slid open once again, but this time you wished you could've stayed home.
You'd barely slept. Four hours at most, and ever since you woke up, you hadn't been able to think about anything except the mistake you made with your attending. You wondered if he'd slept well, probably he was sitting at home right now drinking coffee like nothing happened.
And here you were.
Technically your shift didn't start for another two hours, but the anxiety had dragged you back into the pitt anyway, which was funny because ten minutes ago you were seriously considering giving up and starting a new life somewhere in Alaska.
Your stomach twisted again just thinking about having to see him today.
Everything seemed calmer than usual, which honestly felt suspicious. You didn't even want to think too hard about it before you jinxed it. At this point you were convinced you personally carried bad luck around with you.
You nervously adjusted the sleeves of your oversized pink hoodie while scanning the station looking for the girls, and Whitaker.
It wasn't difficult to find Trinity. She was sitting beside Whitaker, aggressively stabbing at the computer keyboard before dramatically letting her head fall onto it. She quickly lifted her head again when Dennis touched her shoulder and pointed toward you with his head.
The second she saw you, her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
"Why are you here?"
Not even a hello.
"What room is free?" You asked immediately.
"Okay… not even a coffee first?" Whitaker joked.
"This is serious."
Something in your expression must've looked genuinely unstable because Whitaker's smile disappeared almost instantly.
Both of them stood up immediately and started walking through the hallway looking for an empty room. Luckily you nearly ran straight into Victoria on the way there. She gave you a confused look but smiled anyway, though the second she noticed Trinity and Whitaker walking in front of you like bodyguards, she silently followed behind.
The moment they found an empty trauma room, they closed the door behind you. The silence didn't last long, but all you could hear was your own heartbeat while trying to figure out how to even begin explaining what happened.
"Are you dating Abbot?" Whitaker asked slowly, crossing his arms.
You stared at him with a deeply what the fuck expression before dramatically looking between all three of them and pacing once across the room. "This MUST stay here."
"Sure." Trinity answered casually.
"I mean it." You took a deep breath, trying to find the exact words. "I matched with Abbot on Tinder." You said it quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
None of them spoke. Whitaker's jaw dropped slightly, Trinity closed her eyes like she was physically trying to process the information, while Victoria made a noise so high pitched it sounded almost dangerous.
"No you didn't." Santos whispered.
"YES I DID." A nervous laugh escaped you the second you heard yourself say it out loud. "It was an accident tho."
"Oh my GOD." Javadi grabbed your shoulders violently. "OH MY GOD."
Meanwhile Trinity was still staring at you suspiciously. "How is that an accident?"
"My phone slipped." You admitted embarrassed, rubbing your forehead while remembering the exact moment it happened.
"Wait, hold on." Santos started pacing too now. "So you swiped right and the match appeared immediately?"
"...Yes?"
Trinity slowly nodded while Javadi continued looking excited like she was personally watching the greatest romantic comedy of her life unfold in front of her. Meanwhile all you wanted was for somebody to tell you how you were supposed to continue existing after this.
"That wasn't even all of it... He texted me immediately after." You pulled your phone out and handed it to them.
Santos grabbed it instantly, holding it where all three of them could see the screen at once. While she scrolled through the messages, the only thing you could focus on were their reactions.
"No, because this is actually insane." Trinity finally said while handing the phone back.
You buried your face into your hands, already regretting everything that happened this morning.
Because it was insane.
Even though he'd always taken care of you, you'd never let yourself believe it could mean something else. That was exactly why having a crush on him always felt stupid and childish. Sure, he made your shifts better. Sure, your stomach flipped every time he looked at you too long. But it had always stayed harmless inside your own head.
Jack Abbot was supposed to stay safely inside your brain as your painfully attractive work crush. He was not supposed to flirt back, he was definitely not supposed to remember your favorite snacks, ask if you'd slept, or look at you like you personally softened something inside him every single shift.
"Why are we acting like this is a funeral?" Javadi asked, smiling. "He likes you. That's a good thing."
Her smile slowly disappeared when she noticed you still looked seconds away from cardiac arrest.
Honestly, you still couldn't process any of it correctly, and now you knew it was only a matter of hours before you had to see him again.
"Oh my god." You suddenly stopped pacing. "What if I say I feel sick and then pretend to faint, and you say you're coming with me so we can both clock out early?"
"That would be... amazing." Trinity admitted. "But no."
You genuinely considered throwing yourself through the nearest window. Or maybe walking outside and waiting in the ambulance bay long enough for somebody to accidentally hit you. But before you could answer, or even move, you heard Whitaker quietly go "Oh" then Dana saying hello to someone outside.
You could've died right there because the second you turned around, you saw Jack Abbot walking toward the nurses station. Coffee in one hand and backpack hanging from his shoulder, looking unfairly attractive for somebody who hadn't even finished his twelve hours of rest.
Maybe he was feeling the same way you were.
And almost like he sensed it, his eyes lifted immediately toward the trauma room. Toward you.
You were still wearing the bright pink hoodie that was impossible to miss but out of everything happening around him, you still couldn't believe the very first thing he noticed was you.
Abbot's expression shifted slightly with confusion when he noticed all four of you suspiciously crowded inside the trauma room. One eyebrow lifted with visible amusement before the corner of his mouth pulled into a small grin. It was subtle but you knew him well enough to know he wasn't stupid.
Your eyes followed him automatically as he got closer, and suddenly you completely forgot how breathing worked. Once he passed by the room, he lightly tapped two fingers against the trauma room window in greeting without even slowing down. Then he kept walking toward the lockers like absolutely nothing had happened.
The second he disappeared down the hallway, Victoria's mouth dropped open.
"This is the worst day of my life." You whispered weakly, still staring at the hallway where Abbot had disappeared.
"And your shift hasn't even started yet." Trinity replied while walking out of the room.
Not helping at all.
This was it now. There was no avoiding it anymore.
If luck was somehow still slightly on your side (which you seriously doubted) maybe this was just the calm before the storm. Maybe suddenly the ER would completely explode with emergencies and you'd spend the next twelve hours separated on opposite sides of the hospital. Maybe you'd get stuck in triage all shift and never have to leave it. But the second you clocked in, it felt like Jack Abbot was suddenly everywhere.
Every hallway, the bay, even somehow leaving the bathroom exactly when you were walking past it.
Maybe this had always happened and you'd just never noticed before. But now that you knew there was tension between you, real tension and not platonic, everything felt different. Worse.
And to make it even more unbearable, he clearly enjoyed it.
Every chance he got, he somehow ended up beside you. Like he was curious to see how nervous he could make you before you completely short circuited.
The first time happened barely twenty minutes later. You were restocking supplies into the tiny cabinet in triage, trying desperately to think about literally anything except him, when someone suddenly stepped beside you.
"You came in early."
The second you heard his voice, your entire body jumped, making a few gauze packets fall straight onto the floor. God, are you serious?
You crouched immediately to grab them while he casually leaned against the litter beside you, coffee still in hand, looking entirely too relaxed for somebody currently ruining your nervous system.
His eyes never left you. That was the problem with Jack Abbot, he looked at people too confidently, like he already knew exactly what effect he had on them and unfortunately for you, he was right.
You could feel his gaze following every movement while you picked up the gauze, and something about seeing him standing over you like that made heat crawl embarrassingly fast up your neck, making you quickly shook your head, trying to physically force the thoughts away before they got worse.
You didn't exactly have experience with this kind of thing. Honestly, you barely had experience with men at all. Most of your past attempts at flirting usually ended with you avoiding eye contact until the other person gave up and none of those guys had ever looked like that. None of them had been older either, which somehow made this whole thing feel even more dangerous.
"Are you okay?" He asked before taking another slow sip of coffee.
"Mhm."
"You sure, Shortcake?" One of his eyebrows lifted slightly.
Your head snapped toward him instantly at the nickname, and that little grin on his face widened just enough for you to realize that he knew exactly what he was doing. You stood up quickly nearly smashing your head directly into the metal shelf hanging from the wall but before you could hit it, Abbot's hand moved instantly above your head, stopping you from colliding with the sharp edge.
The gesture was small, almost automatic. Which somehow made it worse. He'd always been like that, like protecting you came naturally to him.
"Careful." He said softly.
Your eyes lifted toward him for half a second too long and the moment they met his, something in his expression shifted almost invisibly. Like he was watching every single nervous reaction cross your face in real time.
"Oh my god." You whispered under your breath before immediately escaping the room and leaving him standing there alone.
Within the next two hours, the entire ER somehow realized something was deeply wrong with you.
You dropped your pens constantly. Forgot to give the patients their stickers. Nearly handed someone the wrong chart. At some point you stress ate every single candy left in your pocket without even noticing.
"You dropped the blood pressure cuff three times." Shen whispered while walking beside you. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm just tired."
"Abbot said you came in early."
You stopped walking so abruptly Shen almost bumped into you. "I need to quit."
"You need a psychiatric."
Ellis suddenly appeared beside both of you like she'd materialized out of thin air. "What's wrong with the boss today?" She asked casually.
Shen shrugged, clearly not understanding what she meant, while you immediately kept walking before either of them could continue the conversation.
It was weird. Because it genuinely felt like something had suddenly snapped into place overnight. Like you'd become painfully aware of the invisible string that had apparently always existed between you and Jack Abbot.
And the worst part? Now that you knew it, you couldn't stop noticing it. Especially because he clearly wasn't helping.
If anything, he kept finding excuses to stay close to you. Whenever he handed you the tablet, his fingers brushed yours briefly before pulling away. Whenever he squeezed past you in crowded hallways, his hand would settle lightly against your back for just a second longer than necessary, guiding you forward while acting completely casual about it.
And every single time you looked at him, he was already looking at you first.
The hours dragged by painfully slow, each one bringing you closer to finally going home and sleep for ten consecutive years.
At least you were doing a decent job avoiding him until around five in the morning. That was when Lena sent both of you upstairs to pediatrics to deal with some transfer issue.
The second you heard your name attached to his, a long exhausted sigh escaped your body before you could stop it.
Jack appeared beside you a moment later, adjusting the stethoscope. Of course he looked good doing that too.
The two of you walked toward the elevators together in silence. Oddly enough, it wasn't awkward. Maybe both of you were too exhausted at this point to put actual energy into whatever this thing was becoming. Still, even without looking directly at him, you could feel him behind you constantly.
The elevator dinged open.
Jack stepped aside slightly and gestured for you to enter first with one lazy movement of his hand, just enough to make your stomach flip embarrassingly fast.
You stepped inside while he followed right behind you a second later, and the moment the elevator doors slid shut, your heart immediately started beating harder.
Suddenly you were very aware of the situation you were currently trapped in.
Small elevator. Jack Abbot standing directly beside you.
You focused aggressively on the glowing floor numbers above the doors instead of the man next to you, trying to force your brain to think about literally anything else.
The silence stretched for a few seconds. From the corner of your eye, you saw him open his mouth once like he was about to say something before stopping himself.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He finally asked, turning his head toward you.
"I'm not."
"You are." You could hear the grin in his voice before you even looked at him.
"I'm just tired."
"You can't even look at me." He said with a quiet laugh. Which unfortunately was true. "Did I do something wrong?"
"I did something wrong."
"You did?" He asked confused.
"You're my attending."
"Is that so?" He said, tilting his head. "I swiped right first, so..."
The elevator suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. You stared even harder at the floor numbers, silently begging for the doors to open already.
Jack leaned casually against the elevator wall beside you, arms crossed loosely now. Meanwhile you were one bad heartbeat away from passing out.
"Don't blame yourself." He said softly.
And against your better judgment, you finally looked at him properly. Huge mistake. Because he was already watching you with that same warm, entertained expression from earlier. Like he could practically see how flustered you were becoming and didn't mind it one bit. Maybe even liked it and somehow that made your entire face burn hotter.
You weren't used to this. You weren't used to men who flirted this confidently. While Jack Abbot looked at you like he already knew exactly what would happen if he got any closer.
The elevator suddenly jerked violently, both of you stumbled slightly before everything stopped completely. The lights flickered once and then the elevator went still.
Jack slowly looked up toward the ceiling and your stomach dropped instantly.
For a second, neither of you moved.
The soft hum of the emergency lights filled the elevator while your own heartbeat pounded so loudly you were convinced he could hear it too.
Nope. Absolutely not. You refused to get trapped inside a tiny elevator with Jack looking like that.
"This is actually my personal hell." You whispered, staring at the closed doors.
"You're being dramatic." A quiet laugh left him.
"I'm trapped in a metal box with my attending after accidentally matching with him on Tinder. I think I'm reacting appropriately."
That made him smile properly this time. You hated how much that worked on you.
He pushed himself off the elevator wall and reached toward the emergency panel, pressing the call button.
"Maintenance will reset it in a minute." He said casually.
Of course he sounded relaxed. Meanwhile you felt like your nervous system was slowly shutting down.
You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, trying to ignore how small the elevator suddenly felt. Or how good he smelled standing this close. Your eyes squeezed shut for a second and, for some reason, your brain immediately thought about that Trisha Paytas picture where she's choking herself.
That was literally you at that moment.
"You okay, Shortcake?" He asked again, quieter this time.
Jack was already looking at you again, like he was trying to read every reaction on your face until he finally got the truth out of you.
"Please stop calling me that."
"Why?" One side of his mouth lifted slightly. "You like it."
"I do not like it."
"Are you sure?" His voice dropped softer. "Every time I say it, I see something in your eyes."
You looked away immediately before he noticed the effect he was having on you.
Unfortunately for you, he definitely noticed.
His laugh slipped out again, low and tired and way too attractive for five in the morning.
Jack stepped a little closer then. Not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough for your entire body to immediately become aware of it.
"You know." He said lightly. "Langdon told me you love it when I call you that."
"He told you that?" Your eyes snapped toward him in horror.
That cocky expression appeared again instantly, and the corner of his mouth twitched when he realized he got exactly the reaction he wanted from you.
You genuinely wanted the elevator to crush you alive.
He looked way too pleased with himself now, arms crossed too while watching you completely unravel in front of him. And the worst part was that your nervousness seemed genuinely cute to him. He clearly wasn't used to girls reacting like this around him. Most women probably flirted back confidently, meanwhile you could barely maintain basic eye contact.
"I hate you." You muttered weakly.
"No you don't."
The confidence in his voice should've annoyed you. Instead it made heat spread through places it absolutely shouldn't.
The elevator stayed silent around both of you for another moment. Neither of you looked away this time.
Your brain kept screaming at you to say something normal. Something professional. Anything.
But then his eyes dropped to your mouth. And the second you realized you were looking at his lips too, the tension inside the elevator shifted so hard it almost felt physical.
Jack's expression softened slightly, like he was thinking about it too now. About how close he was standing and the fact that there was nobody else around.
Your stomach twisted nervously when his gaze slowly lifted back to yours again, like he was silently trying to figure out if you wanted this as much as he did.
And for one horrible second, you genuinely thought he was about to kiss you.
Both of you breathing heavier now, like the air inside the elevator had suddenly disappeared. Your pulse was probably completely tachycardic at this point, which honestly felt embarrassing considering all he was doing was looking at you.
Then he took another small step closer.
Your breath caught instantly.
With his head tilted slightly down now, he searched for your eyes again before his gaze dropped back to your lips for half a second. And without even realizing it, you nervously licked your own lips.
The effect that had on him was immediate.
You stopped hearing everything around you for a moment. There was only him. Until the elevator doors suddenly slammed open with a loud mechanical ding.
Both of you pulled apart slowly, almost reluctantly, like it took actual effort to force distance back between you.
Joy and Shen stood outside the elevator staring at both of you in confusion.
"Oh, okay." Joy said slowly.
You immediately walked out so fast it almost counted as fleeing. Meanwhile behind you, Jack cleared his throat once before casually following after you like absolutely nothing had happened at all.
𑣲summary: years ago, she agreed to fake date langdon, the awkward pre med student who loved theater. what started as a deal between a popular girl trying to survive her classes and a lonely boy trying to survive college slowly became something painfully real. sadly, not all love stories are meant to last.
now, years later, she transfers to the pitt as a nurse and finds herself face to face with the man she once loved. only langdon is no longer the soft hearted theater kid she remembers.
𑣲tags: fake dating, second chance romance, hospital romance, childhood dreams abandoned, theater kid frank langdon, nurse reader, unresolved feelings, slow burn, dual timeline, flashbacks, right person wrong time, exes to lovers, parent frank langdon, mutual pining, memory triggers, soft intimacy.
𑣲author’s note: hi! i'm bringing a new idea, it's a little messy right now, so please bear with me while i figure everything out. i loove angst stories because i love yearning, nostalgia, and emotionally devastating slow burns, so this will probably contain a lot of melancholy, regret, and suffering. ☝🏻
summary: your boyfriend accidentally brings home his stethoscope, so you use it to check his heartrate.
pairing: frank langdon x girlfriend!reader
tags: 18+, mdni, afab reader, no use of y/n, established relationship, fluff, small bit of grinding, sitting on frank's lap, mischievous seduction
word count: 1.8k
notes: why doctor boyfriend if not do doctor stuff to him :]
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The day is winding down. Aureate light streams in through your half-unfolded blinds, flooding your living room with natural lighting. The only other sources of lights are the numerous candles littering all flat surfaces, matching the sunset that’s dimming outside.
Evening tends to be your favorite part of the day. No more responsibilities now that your workday was over, just finishing up on the numerous things that had to be done before you were able to tuck yourself into bed and let the day wash away. Plus, that meant your boyfriend would be leaving his day shift, heading straight to your apartment to slouch into your arms and moan about how exhausting his day had been.
Bubbles pop in your sink as your hands duck into the warm water, fingers closing around the silverware floating near the bottom. You hum softly to the music floating through your house from your living room TV, fully entranced by the repetitive task of scrubbing at dishes and placing them in your drying rack. A single plate of dinner sits on the other side of your kitchen, covered in saran wrap to stay warm and clean, ready for Frank when he gets home.
You raise your head at the sound of keys outside your door, a smile already pulling at your lips. The door creaks open a moment later, revealing your boyfriend one glimpse at a time. His fingers around the door, his shoe, then his knee, slowly followed by every other part of him.
As usual, he looks ragged, weary from a long day. Multiple strands of hair droop over his forehead, tickling his eyebrows. He looks down as he kicks off of his shoes, those pieces staying stubborn as he lifts his head back up.
“Hey, baby,” he greets quietly. His voice usually tended to be softer when he came home, ears still ringing from the loud environment of the hospital, but you didn’t mind it. It fit the quiet and calm environment you tried to turn your apartment into for his arrival.
Keeping your hands in the sink, you lean back against him when his arm curls around your waist. His chin tucks into the dip between your collarbone and neck, watching as you scrub leisurely at a dish.
You tilt your head to press your temple against his head, smiling like a lovestruck fool. “How was work?” You ask, moving as slowly as possible to tuck the dish into the drying rack. One hand reaches in to pull the plug from the drain while the other reaches behind you to curl around his waist, squeezing at him playfully. “Save any lives?”
He groans, face pressing further into your skin as he rubs his cheek against your jaw like a cat. “Exhausting. Glad to be home with you.” The words are muffled as he presses his mouth to your neck, placing a chaste kiss there.
Once you’ve finished drying off your hands, you turn to face him, both hands now sliding around his waist. You press your chin into his sternum, blinking up at him. “I’m glad you’re home, too.”
As if reading your mind, he dips his head down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, shoulders lowering as he relaxes against you. After he pulls away, he bumps his nose against yours, moving to press a kiss to your cheekbone before finally untangling from you apart from one hand on your hip.
“‘m gonna shower.” Frank raises his hand to brush it through his hair, giving your skin a squeeze. “And then we can watch a movie?”
You nod, covering his hand with your own. “As long as you don’t fall asleep.”
He gives you an almost bashful smile. “No promises.” Leaning down, he presses a parting kiss to your forehead before finally disappearing out of the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”
After he leaves, you busy yourself with more cleaning up. Once he was out of the shower, you would be too busy spending as much time with him as possible, leading to your mess piling up until you managed to find another moment of free time. You always had to find these windows of opportunities to actually focus on getting things done.
The shower is still running by the time you finish tidying your kitchen, a groan every once in a while the only sign that Frank hadn’t fallen asleep beneath the spray. You glance around to assure you’ve finished everything, focus landing on his backpack, lying abandoned next to his shoes.
Well, there was no such thing as a bad time to gain some girlfriend points.
Kneeling on the floor, you unzip the backpack slowly. Reaching in, you expect to pull out just his lunchbox, however your fingers brush against something cool and metal instead. Curiosity quickly wins out, untangling it from whatever he had shoved in there and pulling it out.
His stethoscope glimmers beneath the golden glow in your apartment. The calligraphy “L” on the bell glints at you tauntingly, as if mocking you with how expensive it is. Frank had lost his old one a few months ago, meaning that you had to listen to a few days of whining about how he had to spend seventy-five-ish dollars just to do his job.
Placing the ear tips in both ears, you press the bell to your own chest and listen to the thud of your own heart. It’s so loud in your ear that you don’t hear Frank’s sock-covered feet padding towards you, hair still wet from his shower.
“Fuck, did I bring that home?” He groans, louder now that he’s had some time to relax. Both hands go onto your hips as he stands above you. “Meant to leave it in my locker.”
You grin as you look up at him, pulling one of the tubes out so you could hear him better. “I’m not complaining. This is fun.”
Taking off the stethoscope, you hang it around your neck. One hand curls into the fabric of his sweatpants to pull yourself up off the ground, his hand curling beneath your forearm to help you up. You use that as an opportunity to grab his wrist, turning and pulling him over to the couch. “Sit, sit, sit.”
Frank watches you with a look of pure amusement as he settles back on the couch, stretching out his legs as you settle beside him. Returning the headset back onto your ears, you press the bell to his chest. “How do I know if something’s wrong?”
“It doesn’t sound like badump, badump?” He jokes.
You scrunch your nose up in playful annoyance, the hand not holding the chestpiece reaching out to poke at his chest. “Be serious, doctor,” you scold. “I’m trying to make sure you’re not dying on me.”
That pulls a laugh out of him, heartbeat thumping a bit faster in your ears. An idea sparks in your brain at how easy it was to audibly raise his heartrate, the corner of your mouth pulling up into a smirk.
“Excuse me.” You sit up on your knees before throwing a leg over his lap, situating yourself down on his thighs. Your knees press into his hips as you squirm slightly, attempting to get comfortable.
Once you’ve settled, his hands on your thigh and thumbs rubbing circles into your skin, you focus back on his heartbeat. You must seem really focused on the way it picks up, because he laughs again. “Are you having fun, baby?”
“I have a diagnosis.” You sing-song the words, glancing up at him. You squirm once more, the apex of your thighs pressing directly in the spot that makes his legs tense beneath you. “I think you have a crush on me.”
Frank’s fingers tighten from where they’ve settled at the top of your thighs, fingertips pressing pale circles into your skin, exposed from the way your shorts ride up higher. Despite the way his pulse thrums even faster in your ears, he still smiles as he watches your face. “What led you to that conclusion?”
You hum in response, giving him a look before shrugging. “Your heartrate picks up when I do this.” Bracing the hand not holding the diaphragm against his abdomen, you give a singular roll of your hips, just enough pressure to hear a sharp intake of breath through the stethoscope’s headset. His grip on you also tightens, a subtle attempt of making you stop moving.
“We call that tachycardic,” he breathes out. His pupils have slowly grown in size, usurping the baby blue you’ve loved since the first time you looked into them. “Heartrate faster than normal resting rates.”
A smirk blooms on your lips, sitting a bit higher on his lap. The bell falls a bit lower, unable to hear his heartbeat and only slightly able to hear his breathing now, but you’re more focused on how he looks like this. Hair unruly as it airdries, pupils blown as he watches you, lips parted to breathe out all of his heavy exhales.
As much as he tried not to be, Frank was always easy to read. In the way he shoved his hands into his pockets when faced with a situation where he needed to think harder, or how he propped his arm up on the back of the couch whenever he wanted you to tuck yourself into his side. Maybe it was the fact that your eyes never strayed far from him when he was in your space, but it was pretty easy to tell what he wanted at all times.
And right now? His eyes are only on you.
Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, body rolling to drag along his again. Finally, he pushes back on your hips, grunting as he attempts to push you away.
“I have a diagnosis of my own for you,” he murmurs into the quiet bubble surrounding the both of you. His spine straightens off of the back of the couch, breath brushing against your lips.
Fingertips trace a spark up your spine before his hand curls around the back of your neck, applying pressure to the sensitive spots beneath your ears. “You have ulterior motives.”
A grin blossoms on your lips, head leaning back into his touch. A challenge of your own. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
Frank gives you a hum of mock acknowledgement, eyes flickering down your body, gaze molten at the sight of you perched in his lap. When he glances up at you, he’s wearing a matching smile. His fingers move from the back of your neck to the back of your head, pulling you down. “C’mere and kiss me, baby.” He mumbles in the limited space between your mouths.
You let a giggle slip out right before you finally press your lips to his, the sound muffled by the kiss. His hand stays in your hair the entire time, manuevering your head to kiss you deeper, until your lungs are sparse of oxygen and your lips are kiss-bitten and rosy.
When he finally pulls away, he grins against your lips. “I’m assuming no movie tonight?”
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summary: working night shifts at the pitt was supposed to help you focus on your career, not to develop a humiliating crush on your older attending physician. unfortunately for you, jack abbot keeps checking on you. which is exactly why your friends force you to download tinder. it would've been a great plan if every man on the app didn't immediately become disappointing the second you compared them to abbot, and it would've been even better if you hadn't accidentally matched with him.
tags: fluff, joy is part of the night shift, langdon kinda too, er setting, workplace romance, age gap, coworkers to lovers, protective jack abbot, she falls first, he falls harder.
author's note: SO this is just a silly little intro for a couple i'm really excited to share. i told my friend this idea and she absolutely loved it, so i really hope you do too. don't forget to reblog if you enjoyed it, please!!!
The automatic doors to the ER slid open, replacing the muffled noise of people waiting outside with the steady chorus of heart monitors, hurried footsteps and distant yelling. You walked in carrying two coffees, your pink backpack hanging off one shoulder and your puffy hot pink jacket making you impossible to ignore.
You'd been at The Pitt for almost six months now and you loved being part of the nightcrawlers. It was chaotic, unpredictable and exhausting in a way that made you feel alive. No case was ever the same twice and despite being specialized in peds, you'd learned more in half a year about other specialties than you ever thought you would.
You also learned that the ER staff operated almost entirely on stress, cigarettes, coffee, sarcasm and candies.
"Jesus christ." A voice muttered the second you walked past the nurse's station. "I think I've just gone blind."
You looked over with a grin to find Frank Langdon sitting in a chair while covering his eyes with the back of his hand.
Langdon was one of your best friends at work. A few months ago he started covering some night shifts for other attendings and that's where the bond between you two got stronger. Both of you loved making jokes and annoying each other constantly. In fact, he was the one who baptized you as "strawberry shortcake," which eventually became just "shortcake."
"Ha-ha, funny." You placed one of the coffees in front of him anyway. "You're just jealous because I bring whimsy into this room."
"So true." Langdon immediately grabbed it. "You're the light of my life."
The Pitt at night was different from daytime chaos. Everyone looked slightly haunted after midnight, like sleep deprivation slowly turned the ER into its own little ecosystem. The trauma bays constantly moved, someone was always yelling for labs, monitors beeped every three seconds, Shen and Joy silently judging everybody from across the station.
Once you reached the lockers to put your things away, you found Trinity just about to leave.
Trinity was also one of your best friends, alongside Victoria and Whitaker (because if Santos was there, Whitaker usually wasn't far behind.) Even though your schedules barely matched, you always got along really well. You were all around the same age and gossip basically held the friendship together.
Most of your nights off ended at Trinity's apartment because she was constantly organizing dinners, movie nights and sleepovers. It was always loud, chaotic and somehow comforting.
"Oh… I'm so happy to see you." She sighed dramatically before pulling you into a hug. "But not gonna lie, I'd be happier if I was already home, so..."
A small laugh escaped your mouth. "Go rest. See you tomorrow." You gently patted the top of her head supportively.
You barely even blinked before Trinity was already halfway near the exit doors waving goodbye. But right before leaving, she subtly wiggled her eyebrows and tilted her head behind you in a suspicious gesture.
You frowned slightly, confused about what she meant.
Until you turned around and accidentally walked straight into someone's chest, making your head snap back so fast you almost got whiplash.
Jack Abbot.
Your stomach betrayed you instantly and now you understood why Trinity looked like she was about to have a stroke.
Ever since the sleepover where you accidentally confessed that maybe you had feelings for your attending, Trinity and Victoria had not stopped bothering you about it. Thankfully neither of them had said anything to him.
Abbot was already wearing his dark blue scrubs with the sleeves pushed up his forearms, his backpack hanging from one hand while the other automatically steadied you by your arm before you could stumble backwards.
You apologized so quickly your words almost blended together.
"Sorry, shit, sorry."
"It's okay." He said calmly, pointing briefly at your jacket. "I like the pink." Your heart did a genuinely embarrassing thing inside your chest. "You just get here?"
"Almost five minutes ago."
"Did you bring something that's not coffee?"
There it was. That thing he did where he casually asked if you ate, if you slept well, if you were feeling okay in that low relaxed voice like he wasn't slowly ruining your emotional stability every single shift.
It was really hard trying to stop having feelings for him. He always took care of you, always paid attention. And sure, technically that was part of his job, he looked after everyone but with you it always felt slightly different. Softer.
Maybe it was because he still felt guilty for judging you on your first day.
After all, when he first saw you arrive in bright pink scrubs with glitter pens clipped onto your badge and a pink bandana holding your hair back, he genuinely thought you wouldn't survive a single day in emergency medicine. Instead, you somehow became one of the best people in the department with pediatric patients. Kids calmed down around you almost instantly and you noticed details other people missed, which basically made you essential during night shifts.
Even Robby had tried to steal you for the day shift more than once, but Abbot always managed to convince you to stay nights with suspiciously effective puppy eyes.
"I left food I made at home in the fridge earlier." He said while opening his locker. "Feel free to eat some later, Shortcake."
Your brain immediately stopped functioning like a normal organ. It was annoying how easily he affected you without even realizing it.
He just continued with his life normally, placing his backpack inside the locker before casually starting to walk toward the hallway again. Meanwhile you stood there frozen for a second staring at him like an idiot.
You almost had to physically force yourself to snap out of it and shove your things into the locker quickly before following the same path Abbot had disappeared through moments earlier.
A loud drunk guy yelling somewhere down the hallway got your attention as you returned to the main desk, setting your coffee beside Langdon's abandoned one.
"Triage." Lena said before you could ask. "Shen's there."
You headed into the room and immediately spotted a little boy crying while Shen peered into his nose with a flashlight.
"What do we have here?" You asked.
"A tiny red Lego stuck in his nose." Shen replied.
"Happens to the best of us." You crouched slightly to the kid's level. "What kind of Lego?"
"Minecraft."
"Honestly? Worth it. I love Minecraft." You smiled at him, making the kid giggle.
"You know." Shen said while carefully reaching with the forceps. "When I was seven, I shoved a gummy bear up my nose."
"What?" You turned slowly toward him.
A few careful seconds later, Shen finally pulled the tiny red Lego free and the kid immediately looked proud of himself, like he'd survived a battle with an Enderman.
"See?" You said, pulling out a sheet of glittery star stickers from your pocket. "Absolute champion behavior." You handed him three stickers for bravery.
Across the station, Lena yelled while pointing at you. "Shortcake! Ellis wants you in room four."
"Duty calls." You said proudly before leaving triage.
The little girl in room four immediately smiled when you walked in and you instantly understood why Ellis had asked for you.
"This case has your name all over it." Ellis whispered before quietly leaving you alone with the family.
She couldn't have been older than five, tiny legs swinging nervously from the bed while tears rolled nonstop down her cheeks. The child had severe burns across both hands and part of her forearms after grabbing a hot baking tray while her mother was cooking.
Your heart squeezed painfully. Burn cases with kids were always hard.
"Hi, sweetheart." Your voice softened immediately as you approached the bed slowly. "I'm here to help you, okay?"
The little girl nodded weakly.
You spent the next hour helping with dressings, calming her down whenever she started crying too hard and distracting her with stories about random things. At some point she stopped shaking every time someone touched her hands.
When everything was finally done and you allowed her mother back inside the room, the woman looked close to tears herself while thanking you over and over again.
Before leaving, you placed a glittery pink heart sticker carefully on the little girl's shirt. Then another one ended up stuck on your own sleeve because she said that you needed one too.
Which was honestly fair.
The second you stepped back into the hallway, you almost bumped into Abbot again.
"Sorry." You laughed automatically, taking a small step backwards.
Abbot glanced down at the sticker now attached to your arm. He stared at it for a second before looking back at you. It wasn't the first time he'd seen one of those stuck on you. Honestly, every single time he noticed one, the corner of his mouth always twitched slightly like he was trying not to smile too much about it and this time wasn't different.
"Good job." He said quietly.
Something warm spread through your chest embarrassingly fast.
"Thank you." You looked down at the sticker proudly.
There was something deeply unfair about the way he looked at you sometimes. Not obvious enough to mean anything and not flirtatious enough to call him out on it, just attentive.
Before you could say anything else to break the tension, Abbot reached for your hand to place a granola bar into it, his fingers brushing against yours for a second longer than necessary.
"Eat."
Your eyes dropped to the granola bar, then back to him and then right back to the granola bar again.
This man was genuinely going to ruin your life. And the worst part? He walked away afterward like none of this affected him at all. Like he didn't realize what those tiny gestures did to you.
Honestly, it was humiliating. It was impossible not to like him and that was exactly the problem. Because every single attempt you made to get over him failed miserably.
Especially after the sleepover, where you realized nobody came even remotely close to making you feel the way he did.
The memory alone almost made you want to pass away.
A week ago Trinity had decided your love life was, quote: "depressing."
Which somehow ended with you, Santos and Victoria laying across Trinity's couch at two in the morning while Whitaker criticized random men over everyone's shoulders.
You'd downloaded Tinder mostly because they forced you to. And it had gone horribly.
"Okay, he's cute." Victoria had said once.
"God, no." Trinity immediately answered. "He looks like a serial killer."
Whitaker nearly fell off the couch laughing while aggressively agreeing with her.
The truth was that every single guy became disappointing after two seconds because your brain automatically compared all of them to Abbot. Which was terrible, unhealthy and humiliating.
Because sadly, none of those men looked at you the way Abbot did when he quietly asked if you were okay.
By the time your shift finally ended, your body felt ready to collapse.
You were curled up in bed in oversized pajamas, fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your head. The apartment was quiet except for the TV playing reruns of Love Island and the distant echo of ER voices still stuck in your brain.
You threw your phone dramatically onto the pillow beside you and the only thing you could think about was Jack.
Again.
He'd taken such quiet care of you all night. Constantly checking if you'd eaten, stopping by peds more than necessary and somehow always appearing next to you whenever things got rough. At one point he'd even stolen your chart just to force you to sit down for five minutes, Which honestly felt dangerously close to affection.
This was getting ridiculous, you needed to get over him.
He was older than you, your attending physician and probably saw you as some pink disaster he had to keep alive during night shifts.
Maybe the girls were right.
Maybe you actually needed to make your dating life less depressing with someone normal. Someone your age. Someone who wasn’t Jack Abbot.
With a tired groan, you grabbed your phone again and reopened Tinder.
Biggest regret of my life.
You kept swiping left almost immediately. One guy was holding a fish while quoting Finding Nemo, another wanted "a gym girl to match his vibe" and one of them genuinely had an anime body pillow in the background.
God, this was pointless.
You were halfway through silently judging the entire male population when your thumb suddenly stopped moving and your whole body froze.
No. fucking. way.
Jack Abbot smiling at the camera while sitting in a golf cart, sunlight hitting his face just enough to make your heart do something deeply annoying.
"Oh my God." You whispered to yourself, sitting upright so fast your neck almost cracked.
You genuinely felt like your soul was leaving your body. Because first of all, you couldn't believe Jack Abbot used Tinder. And second of all, if he was showing up for you, that meant his age range included yours.
Your thumb hovered over the big red X. Obviously, you were swiping left. You shouldn't even be considering this. He was your attending, your older ridiculously hot coworker and HR would absolutely have a heart attack over it. Definitely was a left swipe.
Was. Because your phone slipped slightly in your hand at the worst possible moment, making your thumb swipe right.
Your breathing stopped.
For one horrible second you stared at the screen with the exact same expression as that meme Whitaker always sent of the dog sitting peacefully in the sunlight with his eyes closed waiting for death. Just pure acceptance before disaster. Then suddenly confetti exploded across your screen and a Bright green letters appeared.
IT'S A MATCH! 💚
You stared blankly at the phone, genuinely couldn't believe what you were seeing. Maybe you were already dead and this was heaven specifically designed for you.
The buzzing pulled you out of your thoughts and a notification appeared almost immediately.
Jack Abbot: "Still awake?"
God. You covered your face with both hands thinking if this was definitely heaven. Actually no, maybe this was a nightmare and you slipped in the shower earlier.
Your phone buzzed again.
Jack Abbot: "I know you are. You should be sleeping, Shortcake."
Your stomach flipped violently.
You: "this is actually so embarrassing!! i should be sleeping."
The typing bubble appeared instantly, then disappeared and then appeared again. Like he was carefully choosing his words.
Jack Abbot: "Damn. Tell me it wasn't an accident."
You physically buried your face into your pillow.
You: "it was, i'm really sorry."
Another message appeared seconds later.
Jack Abbot: "And here i was thinking my favorite nurse finally stopped looking at me like just a coworker."
Your heart stopped.
Jack Abbot: "You really know how to get an old man's hopes up, shortcake."
What the fuck was happening? And why was he flirting like this? Wait, was he flirting? Maybe he was joking or maybe he finally lost his mind after too many night shifts.
You didn't know what to reply. Probably the smartest thing to do was ignore it and pretend this never happened. But on the other hand... the mistake was already done, right?
This couldn't possibly get worse.
Before you could overthink it, a reckless thought took over and your fingers moved faster than your brain.
You: "what if i said it wasn't a mistake?"
The typing dots appeared almost immediately.
Jack Abbot: "Then i'd say this is finally my lucky day."
You stared at the message while your heart beat stupidly fast inside your chest.
Jack Abbot: "See you tonight, pretty. Sleep well."
𑣲summary: reader is one of the pediatric nurses at pittsburgh trauma medical center, she's known for her pink scrubs, glitter pens, stickers rewards and her iconic strawberry scent. she's also known for having a secret crush with her ER attending, jack abbot. their relationship quickly becomes the favorite source of entertainment on the pitt: lingering looks, passive aggressive jealousy, arguments that sound like flirting and coworkers placing bets on how long it'll take before one of them finally admits their feelings.
𑣲tags: age gap, workplace flirting, teasing, sarcasm, jealousy, mild language, coworkers being nosy, slow burn, fluff, strawberry shortcake, no use of y/n, just fun fun.
summary: you bring your elderly neighbor to the ER after a fall, only to be faced with your high school crush - who is hotter, more capable and just as charming.
pairing: frank langdon x social worker!reader
tags: afab reader, meddling elderly neighbor, just some flirting, vomiting is mentioned but not described, frank langdon was a problem child in high school truthnuke, shen & mel mention, hospital setting, small miscommunication, divorced frank langdon
word count: 5.0k
notes: frank langdon i love u. one day i'll be able to write a small fic.
please reblog if you enjoy!
The emergency department is not where you thought you’d find yourself at four in the morning. Especially not after you had made such a fuss to your friends about getting home early and going to sleep immediately afterwards.
It had been such a nice night. You had had a nice dinner, ran yourself a hot bath for the first time in ages. Put on a matching pajama set that felt silky on your freshly-shaved legs, curled up beneath a fluffy freshly-cleaned blanket. Sleep had come easily. That is, until the vibrating of your phone woke you up.
Miss Robin had lived in the house next to yours for four decades. As soon as you had inherited the house you now lived in, she had waddled on over, a Tupperware of still-warm cookies in her hands and a bright smile on her face. You had returned the favor by bringing over some leftover lasagna and your friendship had only sprouted further and further.
She was widowed young, her husband passing away from cancer when they were in their forties. Her only son had grown up and moved out, now a lawyer in New York. He was only a six hour drive away, but his job and family seemed to keep him too busy to come and visit his mother. You thought it was bullshit, but Miss Robin had constantly reassured you that her son had reached out enough to keep her happy, so there wasn’t much more to say.
Over time, she had become a close confidant of yours. It was silly, especially with the drastic age difference between the two of you, but she was kind and had wisdom you couldn’t even fathom. It made the lonely nights in your large house just a bit less haunting.
Which is why her voice over the phone, wavering about how she had fallen and she didn’t believe she could get up, had immediately gotten you out of bed. You had slid a baggy hoodie over your pajamas, slid your socked feet into the ugliest pair of sandals you owned, and immediately raced over next door. Luckily, she had given you a key a couple of months ago when she had decided to go on a trip with some friends from her book club, so you were able to barge into her home and find her.
After sending her off in the ambulance, even as she had protested and ensured you that she was fine, you had jumped in your own car and driven to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Ruffled, still donned in the rattiest clothes you own and hair entangled in a rat’s nest, you had been brought back to her room to wait until she got back from a CT, whatever that meant.
Luckily, Miss Robin’s doctor seemed to be nice. A bit ditsy and attached to the coffee in his hand, but competent and kind. She couldn’t stop gushing about how handsome he was, anyway, so there was no time to question his doctor-ing between her trying to play matchmaker.
The clock on the wall now reads seven-thirty in the morning. Three and a half hours of sitting in this room after being woken up and you’re feeling it in every part of you, your elbow perched on the railing of Miss Robin’s bed and your chin in your palm. Every couple moments, your eyelids drift closed without your permission, only to be jerked open again a second later at the beep of the heartrate monitor attached to her finger.
You sit up at the sound of the curtain rustling, squinting at the extra bit of light that streams into the space. All of their rooms had been filled despite the early hour the ambulance had come in, meaning that you and Miss Robin were occupying a make-shift room made up of three curtains and a dream. It was loud, especially with the man on the other side of the curtain retching every few minutes.
How lovely.
“Hello, Miss Sheffield. I’ll be taking over your care from Dr. Shen so he can head home.” A voice hits your ears, perking up for more news. Hopefully, that meant you could leave soon and catch at least a few hours of sleep before work tomorrow. “I’m Dr -”
“Frank?” His name spills out of your lips before you can stop it, shoulders tensing as you sit straight up.
“Dr. Frank? What a silly name.” Miss Robin muses playfully. You pass her a look and watch as she mimics zipping her lips closed.
Frank Langdon. Dimpled chin, thick eyebrows, blue-eyed Frank Langdon. He realizes who you are the minute you speak his name into the air, lips parting in surprise as his eyes flicker between you and Miss Robin. He’s frozen for only a moment, recovering with a shake of his head.
The corners of his lips tilt up in an almost sheepish smile. “Dr. Langdon.” He gently corrects the older woman as he looks at her. Then, he finds you again. “It’s nice to see you.”
It almost irks you, the professionalism radiating off of him while your heart thuds harder in your chest. You squirm as a blush naturally creeps up on your cheeks, reaching up to run your fingers through your hair. Your fingers snag on a couple of tangles on their way through and you make a mental note to shift into a ponytail as soon as possible.
Miss Robin’s eyes flicker from the both of you as you sit in an awkward staring contest, your words caught in your throat. “Do you two know each other?” she asks.
“Yes.”
Langdon speaks at the same time as you, although his voice is way less squeakier than yours. He gives you a crooked smile before looking back at the actual patient. “I shouldn’t admit this as your doctor, but I used to get the answers to my math quizzes off of her.” He moves closer to the bed, pulling his stethoscope off of his neck.
With intense focus, he presses the bell to Miss Robin’s chest, situating the eartips into his ears. He murmurs a quick “breathe deep” as he slides it along her chest and then back. His gaze flickers from where his hand is placed to her vitals, taking mental notes.
You stay quiet as he works, not wanting to interrupt. It was odd, seeing him after all these years. Taller, more muscle curving along his arms from what you could see through his scrubs. His hair had been constantly quiffed up as a teenager, but now it was settled into a mess of a middle part, loose strands falling over his forehead. Just as handsome as you had found him in high school, although manlier.
“Your secret’s safe with me.” Miss Robin sweetly responds, practically beaming as he gives her a soft laugh.
You’re not the only one that has been swooned by his charm, it seems.
“I appreciate that.” Frank looks between the two of you as he grabs a tablet off of a cart, gaze constantly moving. “How do you two know each other, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Your throat feels dry as you swallow nervously, clearing it before you speak. “She’s my neighbor,” you answer.
A loose string at the edge of your hoodie has become the victim of your nervous fidgeting, tugging on it and feeling the sleeve constrict just a bit. “And my friend.” You add, suddenly bashful about your friendship with a woman decades older than you. What if he thought you were a loser who couldn’t make friends your own age?
Robin hums her agreement. “She’s a darling,” she gushes. You pretend to miss the pointed look and smile she flashes at you. “She’s the one who called the ambulance for me today. Ran in there like Superwoman, you should’ve seen her.”
The urge to sink into your baggy hoodie consumes you, but instead you finally snap off the thread and turn it over in your fingers.
“It’s nice that you have someone to help you out, Miss Sheffield. Although I doubt you need it most of the time.” One eye closes in a quick wink and you’re pretty sure you see a blush on her cheeks. “Now, Dr. Shen briefed me quickly on your case, but I’d like to hear from you what happened this morning.”
Your neighbor gets into a way-too-peppy ramble of everything that led to her fall and happened afterwards, clearly inflating your role in this story. Despite her hyperbolic storytelling, Frank listens intently, nodding in response.
Once she’s done, he gives her a friendly smile. “Alright. Looking at your vitals, you’re looking good. Your heartrate is steady, your blood pressure is stellar, and you look great to me. We are still waiting on your CT results, but I know you two have been here for a while, so I’ll see about getting a rush on them so you can get home before our morning rush.”
You’ve dozed off without closing your eyes as the two talked, eyes hazy as they try to focus on him. You’re brought back by his attention suddenly turning to you, sitting up straight and glancing away for a moment to cover up the fact that you had been staring. Not on purpose, of course.
“Do you want me to show you where you can get some coffee?” He offers, brows raising. That crooked grin blossoms again. “You look like you could use it.”
Miss Robin answers before you do. “She’d love some!” She chirps.
She looks at you, swatting her hands to shoo you out. “Go. You heard the doc. I’m fine.” Then she gives Langdon a look, one that says “this girl, am I right,” like they’re good chums now.
You must’ve slept through the part where they decided to team up against you.
“Thank you.” You mumble as you stand up, legs stiff from sitting for so long. Curling your arm around your waist, you press your thumb into the small of your back, hoping to ease the dull ache there.
Frank holds the curtain open for you to step out into the hubbub of the emergency department, shutting it behind you with a swish. His hand curls gently around your bicep to pull you out of the way of an incoming gurney, the touch disappearing as soon as it’s there. “Your back hurt?” he asks.
Taking a look around the sudden busy state of the ER, you shake your head dismissively. “It’s just from sitting down for so long. I’ll be fine.”
Your next breath comes out as a long exhale as you walk beside him, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you’re a doctor,” you blurt.
“Why? Because I copied off of you in high school?” It’s a tease, but his face doesn’t change much. His hands come up to wrap around his stethoscope, pulling it flush against the back of his neck and letting his elbows swing.
You scoff playfully, shaking your head as you round the nurse’s station with him. A couple pairs of eyes follow the two of you, but you ignore it. “I didn’t think you’d willingly choose to do more school, is all.”
His shoulders raise in a shrug, releasing his stethoscope to push open a door and duck inside. There’s cabinets lining one wall, a sink and a refrigerator. A table sits in the middle of the room, looking lonely with only four chairs. The rest of the room is bare, off-white walls and all.
You freeze in the doorway. “Am I supposed to be in here?” you ask. “This looks suspiciously close to a breakroom.”
“Doctor’s lounge,” he corrects. “And you’re VIP. No need to go all the way to the cafeteria when I can just make you a cup here.” The door clicks shut behind the both of you, your shoulders relaxing at the sudden quiet.
Noticing your relaxation, Langdon gives you another soft smile as he steps towards the coffee machine. “Take a seat. Enjoy the quiet while you can.” He nods his head towards the chairs.
Flashing him a grateful smile, you sit down, even if your body still ached from being next to Miss Robin’s bed all night. You balance your chin on the palm of your hand, watching as he places the coffee pot into the machine and presses start.
“So,” you start, desperate to fill the silence, “how have you been in the last decade?”
His arms cross over his chest as he turns to face you, leaning back against the counter. “You don’t have to say it like that, you know. Makes us sound ancient.”
“I feel that way,” you volley.
“Fair enough.”
Another crooked grin. He takes a deep inhale as he shuffles on his feet, looking up at the ceiling as if trying to remember everything that happened. “Well, I went to med school. Chose emergency medicine pretty quickly. I like the rush.”
You nod in response, eyes flickering down as he turns around to gather the coffee pot.
He carefully pours some into a singular mug as he continues speaking. “I married Abby.” He notes, octave raising as if waiting for your surprise. “We have two kids. Tanner’s four and Penny’s two. I got them a dog, too, which she wasn’t too happy about..”
Slight disappointment blooms in your chest at the idea of him being married. You’re not sure why you’re shocked, however, as Abby and Frank had been connected at the hip when they had started dating in high school. It had broken your little teenage heart to see them together, especially after pining for him all year and hoping that asking for answers would turn into more.
The two kids were definitely a shocker. You tried to imagine the Frank that you had known as a father, reckless and loose-limbed. Did his son have the same charm to him that made him get everything he wanted? Was his daughter as discreetly empathetic?
He gestures to the cream and sugar, in which you snap out of your imagination and nod.
“Abby and I officially divorced a few months ago, though.” He reveals as he pours, tongue darting out to stick between his lips in focus.
You can’t stop the unhinging of your jaw in surprise, his nonchalant tone throwing you off. Langdon looks amused as he sets your coffee mug down in front of you, settling into the seat next to you.
“Sorry. Uhm, I’m sorry to hear that.” The cup covers your blush as you bring it to your lips, taking a slow sip and trying not to wince at the sting on your tongue.
He shakes it off with a shake of his head, another strand of hair draping over his forehead. There’s no move to push them away from his eyes.
“It’s okay. It was for the best.” The reassuring smile he gives you doesn’t contradict his statement, so you allow yourself to relax again. After a beat, he speaks again. “What about you? Husband? Wife? Kids? Pets?”
A laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it, fingers tightening around your mug as you shake your head. “God, no. Not even close.” Your tongue runs along your bottom lip to catch a stray drop of coffee, ignoring the way Frank’s eyes flicker downwards at the movement. “I inherited my grandmother’s house here in Pittsburgh when she passed, which is when I moved in next to Miss Robin. Since then, I’ve just been focusing on work.”
“What do you do?” He asks, sounding so genuinely curious that your heart skips one singular beat.
The good news is that if you end up having a heart attack, there’s a doctor right in front of you. Did they still do mouth-to-mouth these days?
You squirm nervously in your seat, stretching out that one taut muscle in your back. “I’m a mental health social worker. I work at a community health center.”
That seems to sit with him for a moment, an unrecognizable emotion flashing across his face before he settles it. His eyebrows raise as he leans back more, a hand sprawled on the table in front of him. “Really?” he asks. “That means there could be a world where we ended up at a hospital together.”
There goes that heart fluttering again. You press the heel of your palm into the middle of your sternum to try and calm it, reminding yourself that Frank Langdon was just charming, not the prince of Pittsburgh. “What a world that’d be,” is the only response you can think of.
Langdon grins at you again, quiet for a moment. He goes to answer when the door to the doctor’s lounge creaks open, his attention immediately turning.
“Dr. Langdon? I was wondering if I could get a consult on the toddler in South 15.” A blonde asks tentatively, poking just her head in. Her hair is tied back in a tight braid, thick glasses perched on her nose. She looks at you, eyes widening before looking back at the man across from you. “It can wait.”
His hand raises to stop her from leaving, pressing his palm into the table as he rises to his feet. “No worries, Mel, we were just catching up.” He takes a couple steps until just his fingertips are resting on the wood, looking down at you. “Do you think you’ll be able to find your way back?”
Not wanting to take up anymore of his time, you stand up abruptly, grabbing the cup. “Oh, yeah, no problem.” Your feet carry you towards the sink, ready to toss out the rest of your drink.
Frank’s fingers close around your bicep before you can do so, still sporting a soft grin. “Take it with you. I can grab it when I come to discharge your neighbor.”
He lets go of your arm before heading towards the door, spinning around and walking backwards when he gets closer to it. His hand reaches behind him to grab it handle, pushing it down and opening without looking. “If you need anything, tell one of the nurses to get me, okay? I’ll be around.”
The door shuts behind him before you can finish saying “thank you,” leaving you stranded in the doctor’s lounge with a lukewarm cup of coffee in your hands.
Once you find your way back to Robin’s makeshift room, after fumbling around for way less time than you thought you would, you’re immediately greeted with a knowing grin.
“What are you smiling at?” You accuse, pinching your eyebrows at her as you hover near the wall. The idea of sitting down again makes every ache pulse.
A girlish giggle leaves her lips. “You have a crush on my doctor.”
The crochet hook in her hands, produced from her stuffed purse, click against her wedding ring as she loops a green thread of yarn through a black one. Earlier, she had insisted that she was making you a scarf in exchange for helping her out this morning, but right now it just looks like a handkerchief.
An unattractive snort quickly spills out of you. “I had a crush on your doctor before he was even a doctor. Don’t act like you just figured out the secrets to the universe.” You tilt your chin up at her before pointedly looking at the project in your lap. “Get back to your crocheting, grandma.”
By eight-thirty, you’ve called into work with a lame excuse about how you were sick with some odd stomach bug. Still, the curtain doesn’t peel open until an hour later, Frank’s head popping through first before the rest of his body follows.
“Sorry for the wait,” he apologizes immediately. The muscles in his hand tense as he closes the curtain, the flex not lost on you. “We always get a morning rush from patients who forced themselves to push through their symptoms for the night.”
Unfortunately, the coffee from earlier hadn’t outweighed the exhaustion that stemmed from sitting in the emergency department longer than you had slept. You’re practically deadweight where you’re slouched against the wall, earning you an apologetic smile that you let yourself sleepily enjoy.
Pointer finger tapping away at a tablet, Langdon speaks without looking up. “Your CT shows no breaks or fractures. Your initial examination when you were brought in shows no signs that we should be worried for internal bleeding or head injury.” He glances up through his eyelashes at Robin, lips pulling into a friendly smile. “I’ll do one more exam just to make sure nothing’s shown up to surprise us, but we should be good to discharge you shortly.”
“God bless,” you grumble beneath your breath. It’s quiet, and meant to be private, however it’s obvious by the huff of a laugh Frank gives you that he heard.
Your focus is basically gone as he examines Robin, fingers gentle along her skin as he checks every spot she had banged and bruised. His hands press into her abdomen to check for sensitivity, those strands hanging in front of his face as he leans over.
You drift off to the sound of him and Miss Robin talking about what she was crocheting, your temple pressed to the cool wall.
An hour later, according to the clock on the wall, you’re roused by a hand on the shoulder. To your surprise, Robin’s standing above you, her other hand on her purse. “Sorry to wake you, but I do need a ride home.”
“Don’t apologize,” you rasp. You press your fingers into your eyes before standing up, jaw falling in a large yawn. “I’ll pull the car around for you.”
Glancing around at the emptiness of the room, the corners of your lips pull down for a moment. “Did I miss Fr - Dr. Langdon?”
She glances at you knowingly, lips pulled into a reassuring smile. “He hasn’t come back since he did my exam earlier. A nurse brought me the paperwork.” Her pointer finger pokes into your shoulder. “Guess he didn’t have much to come back for since you were asleep.”
You fix her with a grumpy scowl before swatting her hand away, rising to your feet with a soft grunt. “I’m letting you sit here alone next time.”
The older woman’s laugh echoes behind you as you step out from behind the curtain. You duck through the swarms of people that have suddenly flooded the place in the hours you had been there. Blinking through the sleepy haze over your eyes, you move towards the exit, stopped only by the sound of your name.
“Hey! Did Miss Sheffield get her discharge papers?” Langdon’s way too peppy compared to your exhaustion, a bright light in his blue eyes. “I meant to stop by to say goodbye, but then a trauma came in, and then my patient coded.” He trails off, obviously not wanting to bring the mood down.
He shoulders up beside you as you continue walking, an airy swagger to his walk. There’s no move to stop you from walking, just simply joining you in your stroll towards the exit.
“It’s alright,” you assure. “Apparently some nurse brought them by. She’s still in the room while I bring my car around, if you’d like to say goodbye now.”
Frank looks over his shoulder for a moment before back at you, head tilting thoughtfully. “I’ll walk you out first. I can get her situated in a wheelchair while you’re driving.”
Next to you, he’s the picture of nonchalance. Despite the crazy job he has and the lives that are constantly in his hands, there’s not a single wave of nervousness radiating off of him. His shoulders are down away from his ears, his arms swinging at his sides, each step sure.
He’s always been more confident. A chatterbox inside of class, sat next to the quiet students in hopes it’d quell his attention deficiency. The type to toss a wadded up piece of paper into a trash can and holler when it actually goes in, despite only being a few steps away. A loser covered up in a cloak of charm and confidence.
It’s odd to see it become useful professionally, for him to find the perfect place to turn that energy into something good. If someone had asked you what you thought his life-time career had ended up being before today, you would’ve guessed he had gone into real estate.
“It’s nice to see you again.” You repeat the same words he had said to you earlier, although there’s something gentler. “This job seems to really suit you.”
Frank’s head turns to pass you a grin, eyes flickering around at the emergency department like he’s looking at it in a different light. “I enjoy it,” he admits. “The rush of constantly moving, the ‘helping people’ aspect. There’s been more than a few bad days, but I try to remind myself that the good outweighs the bad.”
A smile plays on your lips without you even registering it there, chuckling lightly. “Never thought the day I’d see you serious about anything.” You note with a playful raise of your brow.
His lips part in a puckish gasp. “What? I was focused,” he insists.
“Yeah. Focused on Natalie Jefferson,” you shoot back.
That turns his mock surprise into his signature coprophagous grin, eyes rolling and head rolling with them. “I was not focused on Natalie.” His tongue touches the corner of his mouth for just a moment as he watches you, shifting around the people moving through the halls like it’s a second nature.
“You totally were!” Your energy has slowly returned, skipping your next step so that you could turn to face him more. “I’d turn around to look at you and you’d be staring directly at her when the board was in front of me. You stole her seat when she got up so that she’d talk to you when she came back.”
A laugh rumbles out of him, shaking his head again. He says your name with an emphasis, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. When he notices your pointed look, he exhales heavily, shoulders falling. “I wasn’t looking at her.”
You groan. “I may have worn glasses, Frank, but I could still see.”
“I wasn’t looking at her,” he insists. After a beat of you giving a blank stare, he tries to push down his smile. “I was looking at you. But then you’d turn around and look at me, so I’d look away. Usually at Natalie, who just happened to be sitting next to you.”
His focus moves to in front of him, giving a passing nurse a friendly smile. “And I’d sit in her seat so I could talk to you better.” Those blues return back to you, calmer and more knowing. “Because I liked talking to you, but could never find a reason.”
For a moment, you just stare at him, eyebrows pinched in confusion. You try to make sense of what he’s telling you, but can’t seem to find what he’s trying to bring up.
Finally, the two of you breach the doorway leading outside, right in front of the crosswalk heading towards the parking lot. His fingers curl around your bicep to stop you, turning you to face him. “Confession time?”
A bit dumbfounded, and definitely stunned by the feel of his hand still on your arm, you dazedly look up at him. Slowly, you nod.
“I didn’t need your answers.” Despite the confession, he keeps his bright grin. The only evidence of his bashfulness is the pink on his cheeks, slowly creeping to the tips of his ears. “I thought you were pretty, so I needed a reason to talk to you. I figured you assumed I was a stupid annoyance, which you were right, so I thought that asking you for answers to homework and tests would be the easiest way to get to know you.”
Frank shuffles on his feet, looking over your shoulder to ensure none of his coworkers were around. “But then nothing ever happened, so I thought you didn’t like me and I tried to move on.”
Your jaw has been dropped for the last couple minutes, taking in everything he was telling you. Disbelief crawls up your body like a hot flash, along with playful annoyance at the way he just keeps fucking smiling at you. Finally, your hand whips out to smack his bicep, scowling at him.
“Frank!” You scold, because you’re not sure what else to do. “I had a crush on you, you idiot! I didn’t talk to you outside of schoolwork because I thought that’s all you wanted to talk to me for! You idiot!”
You slap him again purely because you feel like it, only letting a smile grace your face when he takes a singular step back and laughs.
After both of you finish laughing at the absurdity of it all, shaking off the remnants of your giggle, he raises his hand to rub it along his clean-shaven. “Wow. Teenage Frank really messed that one up, didn’t he?”
Rather than assure him, you purse your lips, nodding. “He did.”
He sighs, eyes caught on your face like he’s unable to pull them away. There’s a moment of silence before he speaks again, softer. “Well, can’t repeat that, can I?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, shoulders still low and relaxed. “Can I take you out to dinner sometime?”
“Depends. Are you going to look at another girl every time I try to make eye contact?”
“I promise you that my eyes will only be on you. And the server.” Langdon holds up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
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summary: where you and langdon spend the entire shift teasing each other, unaware that the tension you've been building for years is finally about to reach its breaking point.
tags: friends to lovers, mutual pining, tension, coworkers, workplace romance, teasing and banter, first kiss, "you're all talk" trope, single dad, soft langdon, protective langdon, found family.
writer's note: this is my first fanfic ever, just writing the kind of things that make me giggle. gif from @kayascodelorio and dividers from @aquazero
7:04 a.m.
Another day at PTMC. By now, it had become routine.
Wake up, shower, grab a coffee on the way in, work, go home, sleep and then do it all over again.
Luckily, the days didn't always feel as heavy as they should have. There was something about the people, Langdon, your coworkers. Even on the days when they were completely drained, when everything felt like too much, there were still moments you wouldn't trade for anything.
That morning had already started off a little hectic.
The moment you arrived, you were pulled into helping Dr. Shen with a case he hadn't been able to finish during the night shift and needed to hand over. Thankfully, your role was simple, monitor the patient and wait for the lab results to come in.
Once things settled, you made your way over to the main desk, scanning the list of patients as you reached for the next chart.
And then you saw him.
"Morning, Sunshine." Langdon said, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he approached.
Sunshine. You used to hate it when he called you that. He gave you the nickname because when you first met, you weren't very friendly or cheerful, so he used it just to tease you. Over time, you got used to it, and now you simply ignore it.
"You're late. Again."
"What? Only by three minutes."
"Four." You corrected, finally lifting your gaze to meet his. "But who's counting, right?"
This, too, was routine.
Ever since you and Langdon met, things had just clicked. Even though you tried not to make friends, you couldn't deny that from the moment you saw him, you felt a pull toward him. At first, it had been easy to label it as friendship, but somewhere along the way, things had shifted.
Now, your dynamic revolved around teasing, flirting, pushing each other just enough to see how far you could go without actually crossing the line. It often looked like you were arguing, but there was something playful underneath it, something neither of you seemed willing to name.
At The Pitt, people used to talk about the two of you. At first, it had been whispers, glances, curiosity. But over time, they got used to it. Now, if either of you made a comment, people would just laugh or shake their heads, brushing it off like it was nothing.
Langdon stepped closer, leaning over your shoulder as if to read the names on the screen. His arm brushed against yours, lingering just a second longer than necessary.
"It's only seven am, please." Youmuttered under your breath.
"Hm?"
You turned your head slightly and that's when you noticed just how close he was. For a moment, neither of you moved. The tension lingered, quiet but unmistakable, until the sound of approaching footsteps broke it. You both pulled away almost at the same time as Dana walked up, greeting you with a cheerful good morning. When you looked at her, she was already watching the two of you, head tilted slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Don't look at me like that." You said quickly, grabbing a chart just to have something to do. "I'll be in trauma one, if you need me."
And with that, you slipped away, escaping both of them before either could say anything else.
8:40 a.m.
You were in the middle of explaining something to a patient when he walked in.
"And we're just going to monitor that for a bit." You finished, offering a reassuring smile.
"Sounds good. Thank you, doctor." The patient replied.
From beside you, Langdon gave a small nod, slipping effortlessly into a professional tone. "She's the best we have here, always in a very good mood trying to help everyone. You're in great hands."
You shot him a quick glance.
The way he said it hovered just on the edge of sarcasm but not quite enough for the patient to catch on.
"We'll check in again in a few minutes." You added, already guiding the conversation to a close as you gently nudged Langdon toward the door.
The moment you stepped out into the hallway, the shift was immediate, you didn’t even try to hide it.
"Stop bothering me."
"I didn't say anything. Just good words."
You didn't respond. Instead, you lightly hit his bicep. He let out a soft laugh, immediately rubbing the spot like it actually hurt, exaggerating the motion just enough to make it obvious he was pretending.
"You know I could report you, Sunshine?" He said, glancing down at you with a hint of amusement.
You rolled your eyes. "Go ahead. Try it."
He stepped a little closer as the two of you continued walking down the corridor, his presence just a bit too near to ignore.
"Sometimes I wonder why I still talk to you." You muttered, shaking your head though your voice softened just slightly at the end.
A small smirk tugged at his lips.
"Because you love me." He said easily, his eyes flicking over your face, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. "You wouldn't survive without me. I get it, it's completely normal."
There was no point arguing.
Even if he said it like a joke, there was something about the way he looked at you.
10:37 a.m.
You were both working on the same case. One Robby had handed off so you could cover for McKay for a few minutes.
"You're doing it wrong, Sunshine." Langdon murmured.
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"Then fix it." You didn't even look at him.
"Gladly."
He stepped in behind you, closer than necessary. His arm reached around yours to adjust the equipment, his shoulder brushing lightly against yours as he leaned in.
"See? Like this." His voice dropped, low and close right by your ear.
Your breath hitched before you could stop it. You swallowed quickly, trying to steady yourself, to hide the sudden wave of nerves that crept up your spine. His hand brushed against yours as he finished, the contact brief.
"You okay?" He asked, softer now.
You nodded.
"Words, please."
You turned your head just slightly and froze. He was only a few centimeters away. For a second, you genuinely thought you might pass out. The proximity, the warmth, the way your head felt just a little too light, it was overwhelming in a way you weren't prepared for.
His cologne filled the space between you. You remembered how he used to switch scents almost every day, never sticking to one, until the day you casually complimented a particular one and he hadn't changed it since.
"I'm fine." You said finally, your voice steadier than you felt.
11:26 a.m
You were catching McKay up on the case she'd had to step away from, walking her through the updates so she could take over again.
You barely noticed when Langdon slipped back to your side until his fingers brushed against your collar, casually adjusting your stethoscope like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"God, stop. You two need to either get it together or get a room." Cassie said while rolling her eyes.
"McKay..."
"I'm serious." She said, not even bothering to look up from her desk. "This tension is distracting."
"There is no tension." You insisted.
From beside you, Langdon spoke up, far too casually. "There's a little."
"You're not helping." You turned to him immediately.
"Oh, he's helping. Just not in the way you want." McKay added, finally glancing up.
"Can we focus?" You huffed.
"I am focused." She replied. "On the fact that he hasn't taken his eyes off you this entire time."
You waited expecting Langdon to make a joke, to deflect, to deny it like he always did but he didn't. The silence stretched just long enough to make your chest tighten.
"Can we finish this?" You muttered, forcing your attention back to the case.
"Please." McKay sighed, leaning back in her chair. "This whole situation is just reminding me that I need to get laid."
1:14 p.m.
You're halfway through a chart, pretending to work while your mind keeps replaying McKay's words on a loop.
The tension is there, impossible to ignore. But you're also friends and even though you both feel it, you've buried it under jokes and teasing, brushing it off like it doesn't mean anything. It's easier that way.
"He asked about you." Langdon’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
"Who?" You ask, not even looking up.
"Really?" He says, a hint of disbelief in his tone.
"I don't know who 'he' is." You shrug, still focused on the chart in front of you or at least pretending to be.
"My kid." He says.
That makes you pause.
That's another thing. You're friends and when Langdon got divorced, you were there. More than once you helped him take care of his kids. The youngest had been just a baby back then, but Tanner… Tanner quickly became one of your favorite people in the world. You loved spending time with him, laughing at the random, ridiculous things he'd say like they made perfect sense.
"He wants to know if you're coming over again today."
"I was there like three days ago." You say, a faint smile tugging at your lips, eyes still on the chart.
"He likes me way more than you." You tease, finally glancing up at him.
"I do like you." He says, holding your gaze just a second too long. "And you know it."
Your eyes drop back to the desk almost immediately, a small shake of your head as if that could dismiss the weight behind his words.
"Think about it." He adds, softer now. "About both things."
You barely have time to react before he winks at you and walks off, leaving the air between you heavier than before and your thoughts anything but focused.
3:16 p.m.
You're in one of the empty rooms, finishing up a patient's chart. You needed a moment, a break from the noise and constant movement of the rest of the world.
The silence doesn't last long.
The door opens, and you look up just in time to see the privacy curtain being pulled aside and Langdon stepping in.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "I was looking for you, Sunshine."
You nod, a small, absent gesture.
He lets the curtain fall back into place, closing you off from everything outside, and turns to face you fully.
"Okay." He says, studying you. "What is this?"
"What do you think it is?" You reply, keeping your tone even.
"I think..." He steps closer, looking for your eyes to find his. "You've been acting weird since what McKay said."
"I'm not." A nervous laugh slips out before you can stop it.
"You're not?" Another step. "Then look me in the eyes." He moves closer again, until there's barely any space left between you.
Your breath catches but you force yourself to meet his gaze. You've done this before. Months of pretending, of hiding what you feel behind sarcasm and half-smiles. You can do it again.
"You gonna do something about it?" You ask softly.
There it is. Back to the same place you always end up in, standing on the edge of something, waiting to see who's going to cross the line first.
His eyes search yours, like he's giving you one last out. One last chance to take it back. He's never been the kind of guy who hesitates, he goes after what he wants, but this time he was being patient.
"Please, just say the word." He murmurs. "And I will."
You swallow.
The feeling rushing through your body is impossible to describe, your heart racing so fast you're almost sure he can hear it, but if there's one thing you've learned after a year of pretending to be just friends, it's this: you don't let him see you nervous. You don't let him win.
So you gather your courage, falling back into the only move you've ever used to end this moment before it can go too far.
"You're all talk." You whisper.
That's all it takes.
His hand comes up to your waist firm like the decision was already made closing the distance between you.
The kiss isn't hesitant and it's definitely not gentle. It's everything you've both been holding back all day, all those months, finally snapping into place at once.
Your hand finds his collar without thinking, pulling him closer as your back hits the exam table behind you, the impact barely registering.
"Still think I'm all talk?" He mutters against your lips.
A breathless laugh escapes you, your forehead brushing his for half a second before you lean in again.
"Took you long enough." You murmur, a smirk lingering as you stay close not pulling away.
His grip tightens slightly at your waist, like he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
5:47 p.m
"So, you coming over tonight?"
"You can't ask me that at work, not here." You whisper.
You're both standing at the desk, just a few meters away from Dana and Robby.
"We also can't kiss here." He shoots back. "But I think we already did."
"Shut up." You step closer just to shove him lightly before pulling away again. As always, he just laughs.
"Tanner wants you there."
"Are you sure he wants and not you?"
"Both of us want you at the house."
"You're manipulative." You narrow your eyes, thinking it over for a second. "I have work early."
"We both have work early."
"Not the same."
"It is the same." He insists. "We can stop by your place, grab some things, then go pick up Tanner and Penny. We'll get pizza. You have everything at my place anyway and you've done this a million times. No excuses."
7:18 p.m.
You're in his car, on the way to pick up his kids.
When he stopped by your place earlier, you grabbed a change of clothes to sleep in. You didn't need much else, your toothbrush is already at his apartment, along with the shampoo and conditioner you always use. He was right, you've done this a million times.
Tanner runs to you the second he sees you, wrapping you in a tight hug, clearly excited. As soon as you get back to the apartment, he drags you off to show you a new toy he got, talking a mile a minute.
Penny, on the other hand, walks up to you with quiet determination, asking you to do her hair "like a princess" which, apparently, means a braid.
Dinner is easy, comfortable. Afterward, all of you pile onto the couch to watch a movie. The kids try to stay up longer, insisting they're not tired, but Langdon eventually takes them to bed, reading them a story until their voices fade into quiet.
A few minutes later, the apartment falls silent.
You're in the living room, getting the couch ready to sleep in.
"They already fell asleep." Langdon says, leaning against the doorframe, watching you.
"Today was hard." You say glancing at him.
"Thank you for coming."
"It's nothing. I love them." You admit softly.
"I know you do."
The silence that follows settles too easily.
"You're being quiet, I'm scared." He says.
"The kids are sleeping."
A faint smile pulls at his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
Something feels off, different. The tension has always been there but this time, it's heavier. Like there are words sitting between you, waiting to be said and neither of you knows how to start.
"This feels weird." You admit.
He nods once. No teasing. No joke to break it.
"We've been here before, tho." You say, taking a few steps closer.
"Not like this."
"No." You agree quietly.
His eyes never leave you, not for a second. He follows every small movement, like he's afraid you might disappear if he looks away.
You take another step.
"Tanner asked me earlier if I was your girlfriend."
"What did you say?" A teasing smile appears on his face.
"Frank..." You tilt your head slightly.
The second his name leaves your lips, whatever space was left between you disappears.
His hand comes up, hesitating for just a moment before settling lightly at your side not pulling you in, like he's still giving you time to stop him.
"This is a bad idea." You whisper.
But instead of stopping, he pulls you closer finally giving in to everything he's been holding back since the moment you walked through his door.
This kiss is different. Not rushed this time, like you both know you have the entire night ahead of you. His hand tightens slightly at your side, grounding himself.
"This is definitely a bad idea." You murmur.
"Yeah."
And for the first time, neither of you tries to pretend it's just teasing anymore.
Santos telling Whitaker she's mad about Langdon being an asshole and that being what Langdon apologizes for (being an asshole) in his sincere but not good apology. her projecting about him potentially relapsing while she's on the verge of her own relapse of self-harm. oh, Santos and Langdon parallel arcs are so good when people aren't trying to tell you one is totally wrong and one is totally correct. luckily for us the writers know that yay
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