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intended autistic + mixed white & south asian reader, but not required to read! knows cassie mckay from her childhood, cassie used to babysit her ♡♡ works part-time at a coffee shop next to the pittsburgh medical trauma center ! this mini-fic takes place between 1-4 months of her knowing langdon :)

september 18th

the fluorescent lights of the shop always felt a little too bright at six in the morning, especially when your brain felt like it was floating in a cloud. you moved on autopilot, adjusting the gold rings on your fingers as you prepped the espresso machine.

the bell chimed, and there he was.

he looked like he’d been through a metaphorical and probably literal blender. he was a year four over at the pittsburgh medical trauma center, which meant he spent his days dealing with chaos while you spent yours working in the cafe nearby. he was older, too–not old old, but he definitely had an "i remember life before tiktok" energy and a face that suggested he had a mortgage and a very complicated relationship with his ex-wife.

he was cute, in a dilf-y sort of way? he was definitely at least a decade ahead of you in the grand timeline of life, which made your little crush feel childish.

"the usual army’s worth of lattes?" you asked, leaning your chin on your hand.

he offered a lopsided grin that made his eyes crinkle. "you’re a lifesaver, doe. truly. if i don't show up with these, i think the robby might actually leave me in the ambulance bay."

as you started steaming the milk, your mind drifted to cassie. it was still so weird to think that your old babysitter–the teenager who used to braid your hair and let you stay up past your bedtime–was probably roaming those same sterile hallways as him. you wondered if she ever saw him in the breakroom, or if she knew he was the guy who bought out half the shop's supply of oat milk every morning.

you caught him watching you–not in a creepy way, just in a way that made you feel like you were the only person in the room who wasn't currently bleeding or complaining.

"you're staring," you murmured, felt the heat rising to your cheeks as you poured a shaky little heart into the foam.

"just admiring the art," he countered, his voice low and raspy from the previous day of shouting over monitors. "and wondering how you manage to look that put-together when the sun isn't even fully up yet."

if only you knew, you thought, handing him the first tray with a shy smile. you were mostly held together by your jewelry and stubbornness, but if he wanted to think you were a morning person, you weren't about to correct him.

“hey, weird question, do you work with anyone named cassie? cassie mckay?”

he paused, one hand already reaching for the cardboard tray. the name seemed to pull him back from the brain-fog, and he blinked, his expression softening into something warmer.

"cassie mckay?" he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "yeah. yeah, i know cass. she’s... she's one of the best people in that entire building. honestly, probably the only reason i’m still standing upright most days."

you felt a little spark of pride in your chest. it was funny to think of cassie–who used to make you grilled cheese with the crusts cut off–as some kind of pillar of strength at a trauma center. but it made sense. she’d always been the steady one.

"she used to babysit me," you admitted, feeling that familiar, slight embarrassment of being the 'younger' one in the room. you adjusted your sleeve, your bracelets clinking softly. "i haven't seen her in ages, but i knew she worked over there. small world, i guess."

langdon’s eyebrows shot up, his gaze dropping to the lines of ink on your hands and then back to your face. he let out a short, breathy laugh.

"babysat you, huh?" his expression shifted into something akin to shock for just a second, and then returned just as quick.. 

you giggled, the sound bright against the low hum of the espresso machine. "i mean, she really wasn’t that much older than me! she was 13, i was… 3..."

he winced dramatically, clutching his chest. "ouch. kid, you’re making me feel old."

he didn't mention the way cassie had sat with him in the quiet, ugly hours of his recovery, or the way she’d checked his pulse when his hands wouldn't stop shaking months ago.

he smiles, picking up the tray and preparing to head back into the drizzle toward the hospital, "tell her langdon says hi. and tell her she did a decent job raising you. you've got good taste in coffee, at least."

"i know, and i will!," you promised, watching him walk away, wondering if he knew just how much he’d be on your mind for the rest of the shift.

october 31st

the shop was decked out in fake cobwebs that kept getting stuck in your hair, and the smell of pumpkin spice was killing you slowly. it was halloween morning, and you were leaning into the theme, mostly because you were a sucker for holidays. you had on a chunky, oversized pumpkin sweater and a pair of fuzzy doe ears pinned into your hair.

the bell chimed, and for once, langdon wasn’t alone.

he was dressed in his usual scrubs, but he’d begrudgingly added a pair of plastic vampire fangs that made him lisp slightly, looking every bit the tired dad who had been forced into a costume. he’d mentioned tanner and penny a few times in passing, but never too in depth. walking beside him was a girl who looked like she’d stepped straight out of a medical drama. she was tiny, maybe even a year younger than you, with energy that practically vibrated off her.

"two lattes, doe. and whatever this genius wants," langdon sighed, though he was smiling.

the girl’s eyes went wide, darting from your face to the ears on your head and back again. "oh my god," she breathed, slamming her hands down on the counter with a grin. "you’re the one! langdon, shut up, you didn't say she was this cute. i’m victoria, by the way. everyone calls me javadi."

langdon groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "javadi, please. let the poor girl breathe. she’s tired enough as it is."

"she’s the girl you're always mentioning, right? the one mckay used to babysit?" javadi teased, leaning over the counter toward you. "he talks about you like you're a literal angel sent to save him. it’s honestly disgusting.”

you felt your cheeks deepen in color. "he mentions me?"

"constantly," javadi chirped, already pulling her phone out. "look, we need to be friends. mostly so i can tell you all the embarrassing things he does, but also because you seem super cool. give me your number?"

you glanced at langdon, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole–which, considering he was a grown man in vampire fangs, was a pretty high-tier level of embarrassment, but he didn't stop her.

"she's persistent," he warned, "so it's best to just give in."

you laughed, and you grabbed a sharpie and scribbled your number on a napkin, sliding it toward victoria. "only if you promise to tell me if you catch him acting like a dinosaur."

"deal!" javadi snatched the napkin, grinning. "happy halloween, doe! langdon, move it, we have work in ten minutes and you're dragging your feet!"

as they turned to leave, langdon paused, looking back at you over his shoulder. he shifted his weight, his expression softening. "nice ears, by the way," he murmured, the lisp from the fangs making it even more endearing. "it suits you."

november 12th

the pittsburgh air had finally turned sharp enough to make your nose turn pink the second you stepped outside. you were busy rearranging the display of spiced shortbread, when the bell gave its familiar jingle.

you looked up, expecting to see a certain tired r4, but instead, two unfamiliar faces in matching scrubs approached the counter.

one was a woman with a soft, observant gaze and a curly black bun–samira mohan. beside her was mel king, the blonde braid and glasses reminding you of how langdon had described her to you

"you must be doe," mel said, her voice smooth and professional, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

you blinked, feeling that tiny flutter of confusion in your chest. "i am. is... is everything okay? no massive latte order today?"

"langdon’s tied up," samira explained, "something about a complicated intake and robby not letting him leave the floor. he practically begged us to come over here so he wouldn't 'break the streak'."

mel chuckled, shaking her head. "he actually said, and i quote, 'if i don't get a coffee from my girl at the cafe, i might actually collapse.' he was very dramatic about it."

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, the tips of your ears turning red. his girl? the man was definitely too old to be that charmingly corny, and yet, here you were.

"so," samira continued, rubbing her eyes. "we’re the delivery service today. two black coffees for us, he told us to tell you to 'surprise him' with something warm."

you moved to the machine, your mind racing. it was strange not seeing him there–realizing that his presence had become the literal heartbeat of your morning. you missed the way he’d lean over the counter and make some self-deprecating joke about his age or his life.

as you steamed the milk for a pumpkin spice latte, you felt samira watching you. she had that same knowing look victoria had.

"he's a good guy, doe," samira said softly, almost like she was letting you in on a secret. "a bit of a mess, and he definitely needs more sleep, but he's got a good heart. he speaks very highly of this place. and of you."

you handed over the tray, your fingers lingering on the edge of the cardboard. "tell him... tell him i hope the intake goes okay. and that i miss him. actually, leave that part out."

samira laughed, grabbing the tray. "oh, i am definitely telling him both parts. he’s going to melt."

as they walked out into the cold toward the trauma center, you looked at the empty spot where he usually stood.

december 2nd

the pittsburgh sky was finally delivering on its promise of a white december. thick snowflakes were drifting down, turning the park outside the medical center into a blurry, powdered sugar landscape. for once, you weren't behind the counter, and frank wasn't in his scrubs.

instead, he was bundled up in a navy wool coat that made him look unfairly handsome, and he was currently struggling to hold two oversized cups of hot cocoa while navigating a slippery patch of ice. he'd asked you to call him frank a week or two ago.

"i’m telling you, doe, the 'slip-and-fall' is a very real medical issue," he joked, his voice muffled by a thick scarf. he looked like a total dork, his nose bright red from the cold, but you were absolutely enamored up. "if i go down, save the cocoa first. it’s the higher priority."

you giggled, tucked into your own oversized pink coat, your fuzzy mittens now gripped around your cup. "i think i'd have to call cassie to come scrape you off the pavement. that would be the real tragedy."

"don't you dare," he laughed, finally finding stable ground near a park bench covered in a dusting of snow. "she’d never let me hear the end of it. she already thinks i’m a disaster for letting a 'child' like you win me over."

he stopped walking and looked down at you, his expression shifting from humorous to something so soft it made your chest ache. he reached out with his free hand–his fingers bare and slightly red–and gently brushed a stray snowflake off of your nose.

"you know," he murmured, his breath hitching in a plume of white mist. "i realized the other day that i actually look forward to seven a.m. now. which, as a man who has spent the last decade hating waking up early, is a very confusing development."

"maybe you just like the coffee," you teased, though your heart was doing backflips.

"it's definitely not the coffee," he countered, leaning in just a fraction closer. "it's the girl who makes it. even if she thinks i’m a dinosaur who belongs in a museum."

"a cute dinosaur," you corrected, reaching up to adjust his scarf. "the kind they'd put right at the front of the exhibit so everyone can admire him."

frank let out a bark of a laugh, shaking his head. "god, you’re cheesy."

he looked like he wanted to kiss you right there under the streetlamp, but instead, he just bumped his shoulder against yours and started walking again, his boots crunching in the fresh snow. "come on, kid. let's finish these before we freeze. i still have to get you home."

wide-eyed and sleep-deprived. iced chai && espresso lattes. henna-stained fingertips and a collection of dainty gold jewelry. smells of vanilla, raspberries, and warm cardamom. ❨・¨⬮)

" got my jeans on and my crown on and the whole place totally cares if i go or not ! "

intended autistic + mixed white & south asian reader, but not required to read! knows cassie mckay from her childhood, cassie used to babysit her ♡♡ works part-time at a coffee shop next to the pittsburgh medical trauma center !

exhausted but still upbeat. black coffee && latte art. world's best dad and the world's most divorced man. smells of bourbon, wood, and freshly-mowed grass.

" baby, we're the new romantics. the best people in life are free ! "

r4 at the pittsburgh medical trauma center. buys coffee daily for everyone in hopes of 'making his fuck-up right to his coworkers'. ❨・¨⬮)

part one ⸝⸝ scantily clad . . . in which : it's their first show since oblivion released, and you're trying to get them more gigs !

including : : trinity santos x reader , sapphic ! , joy x emma , pitt men , forbidden fruits inspired . meet the pitt angels ! <- click me

warnings ⸝⸝ mature language , ooc characters , music inconsistencies , melissa king flirts with a man !

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oblivion , scantily clad , rebel girl , cherry , miss nectarine , church outfit ˖ ࣪⭑ 𝄞

𝄞 darlin’, darlin’, darlin’,  i fall to pieces when i’m with you i fall to pieces  my cherries and wine, rosemary, and thyme and all of my peaches are ruined 𝄞

trinity stood dead center, the stage lights catching the sharp line of her jaw and the worn leather of her jacket. she was looking directly into your camera lens. when the bridge hit, the rest of the band seemed to recede into the shadows. samira pulled back on the drums, leaving a hollow, echoing space for trinity’s voice to carry.

“darlin’, darlin’, darlin’,” she breathed into the mic, her voice dropping—it made the hair on your arms stand up. “i fall to pieces when i’m with you...”

you tracked her through the viewfinder, the shutter clicking in time with your pulse. she looked unreal. as she sang about her cherries, the wine and the rosemary, her hand tightened on the mic stand, knuckles white.

“and all of my peaches are ruined,” she exhaled, the last word trailing off into a feedback hiss from victoria’s guitar.

for a split second, you weren't just the social media manager or the girl with the camera anymore. you were the girl the song was named after, and trinity was telling every sweaty person in that room exactly how much power you had over her.

lowering the camera, you caught her gaze—and she didn't look away. she just waited for you to take the next shot.

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a/n ⸝⸝ tags open - reply 2 be added ! hope we like this <3 i'm leaning more into the smau side of things , hope we r all ok with that ! gnna mix it up going forward . . . will b sum mira x reader + vadi x reader :p hope we like iiiiit

smau / reg fusion fanfic ⸝⸝ alt univ where the pitt girls are in a band together called 'pitt angels' !

genres : : x reader , sapphic ! , joy x emma , text-posts + social media , playlists

warnings ⸝⸝ mature language , ooc characters , we are ogilvie defenders here , music inconsistencies , some characters may end up with men !

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meet the pitt angels ! ˖ ࣪⭑

@ pittangels ⸝⸝ synthpop pittsburgh-based band

trinity santos, emma nolan, melissa king, victoria javadi, & samira mohan !