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AU AND TIMELINES LIST - Updated as more are made
Former Corpsman Langdon AU
Rabbot foster parents AU
The Pitt Omegaverse
Langdon dysautonomia AU
Trans!Langdon endometriosis
Langdon hypermobility
Epileptic Langdon
Trafficked Langdon AU
Roofied plotline
Langdon gets shot
AuDHD Langdon
Langdon has a stalker
Trans Frank Langdon
Abusive Abby Langdon
Demigod Langdon (son of Zeus)
Langdon with disordered eating
Red Hood Frank Langdon AU
Langdon was bitched at rehab
Abby died between seasons
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Langdon ends up loving training the dog. There’s only so much time he can dedicate to it so it takes a while, but he does anyway and he loves it. Teaches it the normal tricks first. Sit, heel, stay, paw, drop it, crate. Then gets slightly with it when he realizes he can. Play dead, spin, center, lay down, leave it, roll over.
The dog loves it. It’s great stimulation, and with two young kids it’s useful to be able to tell it to disengage or stay put, good to have it not beg and sleep in a crate. He uses mostly clicker training and positive reinforcement, but the unintended side effect is that now his kids will click if someone does something they like.
That has required many a trying desperately not to laugh explanation.
I adore Hawkeye, man. He’s been one of my favorites for a while. I was such a defender of his that in middle school (this was when the “nobody screams ‘help me Hawkeye’” joke was big), my friend got us marching Hawkeye and Black Widow friendship necklaces. I made a perler keychain of his logo once. One of my OG favorite superheroes.
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I’m not totally sure who to blame for this but now I can’t listen to Noah Kahan without thinking about Frank Langdon and I’m mad at the general public for this.
It was a gentle night. Soft, sweet, cozy. The sun had set a while ago but neither of them could get themselves to break the blanket wrapped around the entire first floor and go eat, comfortable enough on the shared company.
Robby was sitting up, reading a spy novel that was just like the one he read last month yet still enjoyed, one hand comfortably on Frank's ankle. Frank was on his back, pillow stuffed under his hips to support best he could and his feet in Robby's lap, mindlessly going down some Wikipedia rabbit holes even if he wouldn't remember half of this tomorrow. It was just for something to do.
It was sweet.
It took Frank a minute to notice that Robby's gaze had shifted from the book, glasses still on, just.. gazing at him. If it wasn't for the kind of evening they'd had, it might be creepy.
"What's up?" Frank raised his eyebrows, keeping his voice low to not hit the imaginary threshold.
"Nothing." Robby shook his head, running his nail gently over the bit of exposed skin on Frank's leg. "Just.. love this. Love you."
The response was so painfully automatic that, if he could, Frank would've shot himself with it. "Aw. Gay."
He realized what he said just a moment too late, eyes going wide and having to purse his lips so tightly instantly just to prevent himself from breaking out into giggles at the look of sheer disbelief on Robby's face.
"Gay?" Robby's jaw had dropped in such incredulity, trying to mask the sparkle shining all over him with faux offense. "I said I love you and you called me gay?"
Frank decided he only had one option, firmly putting both hands on the shovel and digging right into the dirt under his feet. "Y'know, if you think about it, it is really gay to say you love your boyfriend."
The pillow to the face was worth it. So was the bubbly laughter that burst out of both of them, delight intermingling with the twilight peering through the windows.
woc characters get put on a pedestal in their fandoms in a way that is so boring and itself kinda dehumanising. i dont just wanna hear about how they’re flawless queens, i want them to feel specific and real. and i understand why it happens, especially with younger fans, but fandom of these characters that’s oriented more around defending them from haters rather than engaging with them (beyond empty, repetitive adulation) is so… limiting and profoundly boring. you could explore these characters on their own merit instead you neglect any potential interiority, humanity, complexity in favour of letting rando haters be a hair trigger and building your faves up as impenetrable fortresses against them. and then its just girlboss with a coat of brown paint
Right back at you - what are your favorite whump tropes? And another one, since now I’m curious - are there any tropes you don’t like writing?
Ooo, why thank you. Also everyone go read Verny’s response.
I really like whump where it’s a physical situation but the emotional turmoil is severe. Mental trauma is so good. Begging for their life, scared they’ll die, stuck somewhere alone, even like breaking down to someone after so long of holding it in, that sort of thing. I love me a character being tortured and the internal dialogue of our whumpee throughout everything. Especially aftermath. God, I love aftermath. A reveal about what happened? With flashbacks and implications? Amazing. Chef’s kiss.
Also a trope I don’t see anymore but I used to love so much was the mouth getting sewn shut. I love mouth trauma, it feels so intimately horrific and squirmy. Also branding. I love a unique scar they’ll have to remember forever. If anyone’s read my Whumpurary series, they know lol.
For a trope I don’t like, and I need you to not shoot the messenger here, I’m not a big fan of writing sickfics. I’ve gotten requests for it a few times and it’s just not really my thing. I think it’s the amount of caretaking, honestly. I’m also not generally the biggest proponent of revenge fics.
Now I wanna know everyone’s favorite whump tropes. I’m so curious.
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It’s scary how this person finds all these photos but oh my god that’s phenomenal. Hell yeah. Amazing. I love ear piercings so badly, guys. I think everyone should have them.
frank langdon pens fan yes (as with all the pitt crew) but i think girldad frank langdon pwhl fan.
frank langdon aggressively invested in women’s hockey, convincing himself pittsburgh is getting an expansion team next round, supporting toronto by proximity but crying over montreal winning this year and then again when he finds out about of marie-philip poulin’s acl.
frank langdon dragging anyone who has vaguely expressed an enjoyment for hockey to the local gay bar because it’s the only place to stream pwhl games live so u just have a bunch of lesbians and one enthusiastically respectful middle aged man booing curl-salemme
One of the things Mel tries to do after the fourth is find hobbies. Well, more like one of the things Mel tries to do after multiple talks with Becca and a conversation with her newly acquired therapist was find hobbies.
Thing is, she really had no idea where to start. It’s not like she doesn’t have any hobbies, she.. cross stitches. Sometimes. While watching a movie Becca picked. It’s been a while, man, she doesn’t have a whole lot of time to pick up new things, and hobbies can be expensive.
She’s spilling her woes and concerns about this one day with Langdon who, being the problem solver he is, suggests one of his longest running hobbies. Gardening.
Now, she doesn’t really have the space to have an actual garden, living in an apartment with Becca, but they settle on the next best thing. He goes with her to some home shop, stands in the outside section. Between his actual knowledge of plants and her pages of frantic research because she doesn’t want to accidentally kill her first, they settle on a few suitable for limited sunlight and medium care.
They also get a shelf, which gets assembled before shopping so they know the space needed, thank you very much.
The plants get named. They also get a bit of whimsy in the forms of cool pots, and now there’s an ongoing thing of Mel sending Langdon pictures of any issue the plants are having and him offering suggestions. He’s glad to be useful, and she’s glad to have things to fuss over as the collection slowly grows, pun only mildly intended.
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This wasn't an ask request but I'm in a mood and having thoughts (omegaverse unrequited alpha!robby/omega!langdon and new omega!langdon/alpha!abbot with langdon having rejection sickness) so heres some hcs in dot point form cus its 1am.
It'd felt like withdrawals, and had behaved the similarly to withdrawals, but he hadn't used. He swore he hadn't. Jack had believed him, of course, and he didnt need to beg for Robby's belief and faith in him, because he'd been gone on his sabbatical for a few weeks already.
Maybe that was the problem after all...
Langdon had psyched himself up and tried so hard to be better for Robby while he was gone. Over those ten months, all he could think about was getting back to his pack alpha, to show him he was still his guy. But Robby had rejected him in an unmistakable way, in such clear words, there was nothing he could misinterpret.
Robby had left on his sabbatical the next day, and Langdon felt like his skin was about to burn off just at the thought of going back into that ER after the shitshow of his first shift back. He tried to make amends, but tensions were still high between him and many others.
It was Shen who suggested it during hand off one morning. Raising the idea of Langdon switching to the night shift, encouraged him to talk to Abbot about it.
Abbot had been on board instantly, shifting things around immediately to get Frank on the night shift as soon as possible. Jack had a playful air around him after that, excited to spend more time with the omega.
At first Langdon thought it was just sleep deprivation of changing schedule so drastically that was causing his tiredness and body aches. He wanted to believe it was just that.
It became clear that it wasn't just the new schedule, when the symptoms became worse and worse over the following weeks. He was smart, he was a doctor, he could tell the signs of rejection sickness from a mile away. But he was also stubborn at times. And the last thing he wanted to admit was that he had wanted Robby to be more than just his pack alpha.
He'd missed his shift. He hadn't even heard his phone ringing endlessly as Abbot, Shen, Lena and even Garcia tried to get in contact with him. He'd been buried in his shitty bare nest in his rundown apartment he was hardly affording, sweating like crazy, curled in on himself, whining for someone to take the pain away.
He thought he was hallucinating, really, when suddenly Abbot was crouched by his bedside, frowning and taking his temperature. Jack's hands were so cool against his skin and the damp kitchen towel was even more refreshing. And god he smelled good...
Jack had picked the lock, Langdon would learn later, a party trick from his time in the army, made efficient with those damn impressive hands of his.
The next time he awoke, there was a hoodie in his hands, his nose buried in the fabric, and a warm body settling in behind him. Those impressive hands had just found their place around Langdon's waist before the omega was twisting and turning, hands still clamped in the hoodie fabric, trying to get to the source of the scent.
Langdon had slept the best he had in ages. The presence of an alpha who wanted him, who broke and entered to get to him, who was here holding him when no one else was, it soothed him.
Frank kept his nose buried in Jack's neck, whining as the pain in his abdomen flared again, ebbing once Jack's hands ran soothing circuits up and down the omega's flank and back. Cooing something to him that Langdon wasn't quite hearing, he was trying and failing not to cry from the overwhelm of it all. Jack's lips would occasionally brush against his hairline or the tip of his ear or the crown of his head and Frank didn't have it in him to think about how it made his heart flutter.
His fever broke the next day. Jack got fluids and food into him, helped him shower, and reassessed him, tentatively confirming his rejection sickness symptoms seemed to already be in remission.
Frank was... shy. To say the least. About everything that had happened between them. The closeness and intimacy, let alone the fact that an alpha was helping an omega through a bout of rejection sickness that was caused by a different alpha. It was unorthodox, typically just treated by addressing the issue with the alpha in question or seeking medical assistance. Frank couldn't help but think about the implications of Jack's actions.
Jack had stayed, called out of work frank had discovered when he had heard jack on the phone to Dana. He'd stayed and taken care of him. Something ached in Langdon's chest.
An order of nesting materials had arrived at Langdon's door, overnight shipping apparently, Jack hadn't liked the barren state of Frank's nest and opted to take it upon himself to provide. Like an alpha would, Frank couldn't help but think.
Abbot had given him space to meticulously organise his nest with the new materials, but Frank had quickly felt the unease at the distance and immediately call the older man into bed with him to lay down and test it out. Jack had praised Frank a lot about how well structured and organised the nest was, Frank couldn't help but preen under the praise.
They'd slept there together that night as well, this time with no fever to act as their excuse. Langdon may be taller than Jack, but he enjoyed how easily Jack's bulky frame protected his back, made him feel safe and shielded. He slept even better that night.
Leaving it here for now, give me your thoughts i might write more <3 askbox open!
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
