Crush - Frank Langdon x reader
A bad day leads to drunken conversations with your friend Frank Langdon.
Author’s note: This hasn’t been proof read, wrote this to help with my bad day and satisfy a Frank Langdon craving. Enjoy the fluff <33
Can you guess what the text messages were?
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You had, had a terrible day. You were emotionally and physically exhausted and yet you still went to the drinks in the park after work. Despite Frank subtly telling you not too, which made you wonder if he was jealous as Trinity had forbade him from coming.
But you didn’t press it, your friendship had only just started up again. 10 months was a long time and he had only occasionally texted you throughout. You could tell he was more nervous than he used to be, since his first day back you had provided him with subtle support and not wanting to overwhelm him, you never forced anything.
You rarely saw him after work anymore, since his last night out which neither of you could remember. There had always been something that blurred the lines of professionalism and friends, especially since his divorce.
When he sent you the text confirming it, you had stared at it for a few while before typing out a reply. You were unsure about the emotions that flew through your body but it definitely wasn’t anything sad and it made you feel guilty.
It had started out as a small work crush but once he had typed his number into your phone, it was more than that. You felt sad when he had stopped talking to you and you assumed your feelings had fizzled out but the moment his name highlighted on your screen, nothing could had stopped the feelings that emerged.
You had tried to date other people, heck you even slept with a few but everything lead back to your friend and boss Frank Langdon.
And slowly but surely, the awkward few weeks disappeared, you had fallen back into your familiar pattern with him at work that sometimes poured onto outside of work. Hiding your feelings in the comments and teasing between patients, neither of you wanting to press it any further.
“I’ll be fine, Frankie.” You smiled at him as he tightened the straps of his bag.
Those beautiful tired eyes staring back at you, a concerned expression on his face. The blue and yellow hoodie hiding his filthy scrubs, he couldn’t argue with you at work. You weren’t together so he didn’t have much of a say and you knew that nickname made him melt.
So he shrugged off his obvious thoughts and nodded, his hand simply brushing your shoulder as he began walking towards the exit. Hating to admit that you were surprised with his sudden dismissal, he did usually challenge you even if he had no right.
The flirty banter, the teasing, the witty comebacks, the obvious eye fucking throughout every shift was no longer lingering in the gaps.
Hurrying to catch up with his quick footsteps, ducking under his arm as he opened the door. A twitch of a smile on his face as he watched you wriggle your body from under him.
“You okay” you breathed into the hallway, softer footsteps side by side as neither of you wanted to leave.
“Im just tired, another early start tomorrow” he shrugged, his eyes holding your gaze for a minute longer than necessary.
“Yeah me too, what a day” you sighed, a small laugh escaping your lungs. Standing shoulder to shoulder.
The cool night air hitting your cheeks as the exit to the ER was behind you, the busy traffic, the familiar wail of sirens but all you could think about was how close Frank’s fingers were to yours.
“Tomorrow will be just the same, so get some rest. Need my favourite resident feeling their best” he smiled reassuringly, a twinkle of something in his eye.
You were glad for the shadows against the harsh yellow light of the street, for your cheeks were violently flushed at his comment. You could have sworn his fingers touched yours after he spoke but you were surely dreaming. Right?
Smiling up at him, taking one last look of him before you positioned yourself to go the opposite direction.
“Good night, Frankie” you breathlessly exhaled, not wanting to turn away.
Something felt different tonight, rawer with no teasing comment to end the day. You were left wondering as you turned on your heel, the brush of his hands still lingered on your body. Turning your head to look back at him, you noticed that he had just turned his head forward.
Was he looking at you too?
Trying not to think about it, you pulled out your phone. Double checking the group chat, everything appeared to be in full swing at the park. With a scattering of photos, Whitaker laughing with Trinity and an anxious looking Javadi in the background.
Laughing to yourself, you felt yourself shift away from the tension of Langdon as you walked closer to the park. The cars whizzed passed you, people stumbling on the pavement as you held onto your bag.
You could hear the group before you saw them, taking a heavy inhale before stepping across the road. You were going to be in for a long night.
A few hours had passed since you were stood with Langdon, the beer cans had piled into the cooler they originated from. You had joined in the festivities, a few of the older members had long gone home. Leaving Whitaker, Mateo, Trinity, Mel, Javadi and you sat together on the cold benches with little to drink and a mind full of thoughts.
“So, did anyone notice Langdon slink off earlier in the shift?” Trinity spoke into the silence, her hatred oozed off her tongue.
Your stomach twanged at the mention of his name, especially in the context of such malice. Whitaker and Javadi separately met your eye, a smirk tugging at Whitaker’s lips.
“I think we should go to a bar” you blurted out, hoping that it served its purpose.
It worked, no one else continued Trinity’s obvious dig at Langdon and the discussion started on where to go. As the rest of the group charged ahead, the sounds of trinity and Whitaker bouncing off each other enthusiastically in front, you lingered behind with Javadi.
You were tipsy as you tripped on a crack in the concrete, forcing yourself to clutch into her for support. Her awkward laugh as she helped you regain balance, the amount of alcohol between you all was enough to start your own brewery.
“So, I noticed that you and Langdon have become close” her voice was low, not wanting to attack attention from the rest of the group.
Eyes snapping up, scanning her face as you felt your heart pound in your ears. Had someone noticed?
“Well, yeah we are friends” you huffed, hoping to hide your true feelings.
Unfortunately, you were shit at lying whilst drunk. Emotions written across your face, the excitement in your eyes at the mention of him.
“Sure you are, and im not working in emergency psychiatry” she laughed rather harshly, pulling on your arm.
Letting the group charge ahead, she stared at you. The alcohol sticky on her lips, the interest in her eyes.
“I’ll make you a bet, if you send Langdon a text and he doesn’t reply. I’ll have to ask Mateo for a drink” her eyes flickered ahead towards his figure. Her voice shook slightly.
Sighing heavily, you knew that Javadi had fancied Mateo for a while now and there was no obvious first date in sight but she was friend and she had listened to you ramble on subtly about Frank since his arrival back. Yet this felt scary, it felt real.
You were happy to border on the what ifs whilst at work and replay each comment in the comfort of your shared apartment but texting him whilst drunk was bound to be a disaster. Yet, you could never back down from a deal.
“Deal” you grinned, the alcohol coursing through your bones as the sound of the group yelling at you both made you run.
Excitement and nerves flowed through you about the night ahead. The bar was crowded for a Friday night, drinks were ordered as the live band began to play. The crowd enthusiastically joined in, your back pressed into the bar as you stood next to Javadi.
The night continued, shot after shot was downed. Words were slurred, lyrics were shouted and you danced until Javadi pulled you aside. The mention of the deal made your heart thump, you had secretly hoped that she had forgotten but her eyes showed no sign of backing down.
“A deal is a deal” she shouted into your ear over the loud music.
“Okay, okay fine. But what do I say?” You asked pathetically, as if she had more experience text than you.
Rolling her eyes and tutting, she grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you in the direction of the toilets. The vibration of the music disappeared as the door closed behind you both, your eardrums settled at the noise change and you whipped out your phone.
Your last message to Frank was bright as Javadi snatched it out your hands with such force, her fingers moving quickly as she typed. You tried to peer over to view what she was saying but she moved away until it was thrusted back into your hands.
In text bar was something only a drunk person would have written, your cheeks flushed red as your fingers hovered over the send button. Anxious to actually go through with it, feeling rather stupid about this but the swift sound of the message being sent startled you.
And there it was, a drunk text from you to Frank Langdon. Something you had never dared to do before, the message was about to blur the lines even more and it made you nervous.
“Cheer up, he might not reply and you can blame it on me if it all goes wrong” she said rather bluntly, her slight reassurance didn’t last long before you were pulled back out into the bar.
Music filling your ears as you were once again surrounded by the sweaty and excited crowd, your friend group had just ordered another round but all you could think of was that sent message.
You tried to enjoy the rest of the night, your phone sat uncomfortably in your pocket as you were pulled to dance until your feet began to ache and the urge to check your phone was overwhelming. The rest of the group continued to dance and drink as you lingered in the corner, staring down at the unread message on your lock screen.
Heartbeat drumming loudly against your chest, your thumb pausing to open it. Taking a heavy inhale and one last glance at the dance floor, anxiety filling your chest as you swiped the message up.
Trying to hide your relief and the smirk that was tugging at the corner of your lips at his reply, the glee that cursed through your bones was worrying but you couldn’t help it.
Your mind briefly wondered to Javadi, feeling rather sorry for her as her chance to ask Mateo out wasn’t on the cards but you had a feeling she knew Frank would reply. Even if you didn’t.
You were startled by the sound of your group nearing in on you, the mention of going home flew over your head as your fingers typed at the text bar before removing it. Feeling too eager to reply so soon after, you made plans with your flatmates to order a taxi.
Everyone clambered into the taxi outside the bar, your phone thrusted aggressively into your pocket as you felt yourself be squished into the side of the car. Focusing very hard not to be sick inside it as the driver served in and out of traffic, stopping and starting, the various goodbyes until it left you and Javadi.
Your keys hitting everything but the keyhole as you both shivered on the doorstep, her whining for you to hurry up until you both fell through the door. Disappearing into your seperate bedrooms with promise to discuss it in the morning.
As you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, reminiscing on the night that had passed. Your bad day had turned into a somewhat good night. Eyes fluttered as tiredness sinked into your bones but you weren’t able to find sleep.
The ring tone loudly filled your ears before the familiar voice vibrated against the speaker of your phone, gasping in shock you scrambled to find your phone.
“How’s my favourite resident?”
“Im so sorry, an accident” you gasped, your phone hot against your ear.
“Hmm, is okay. you have a good time” his voice was raspy and sleepy.
You felt guilty that you had clearly woken him up.
“It was okay” you sighed, your eyes fluttered closed.
“Well, Im disappointed. I would have been able to let you get away with being hungover if the night was good” he said with a soft sigh, a rustle as you heard him move.
“Really? Don’t wanna disappoint you Frankie, will go to sleep right now” you mumbled into the speaker, your voice slightly whiny.
You heard his breath shudder slightly before he exhaled heavily,
“Fuck, don’t call me that. I take all the disappointment back” his voice was softer and quieter as he spoke.
“Why, you don’t like it?” You teased slightly, tiredness was seeping into your veins making everything much harder.
“Quite the opposite actually so you can’t call me it okay? and im not disappointed in you. I want you to have a good night, makes the lack of sleep worth it” he sighed, something lingered in his voice as the phone went silent.
“Maybe I’ll say it even more, for the fun of it.” You teased, your voice straining slightly.
“You feeling better than when I saw you last?” Changing the subject, his voice was quiet and filled with concern.
“Much better now, mm sorry for texting you though” you sighed, the guilt of keeping him awake was killing you.
“Don’t apologise, it was cute” he chuckled, the sound making your chest flutter.
Cute? You weren’t sure how you felt about that compliment, didn’t friends only say that to each other?
“Yeah right, I should let you sleep” embarrassment burnt your cheeks as you lied there.
“Stay on the phone a little longer” he whispered, slight pleading in his voice. Not speaking louder as if he was afraid it might come back and bite him.
You couldn’t say no to his voice when it sounded like that and so you didn’t hang up, silencing filling the air for a while. The faint sounds of both of your breathing, there was never any urgency to fill the gap when you were with him.
“I’m going to feel rough in the morning” you laughed, breaking the silence after a while.
“Don’t worry, I’ll look after you” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Both of you freezing, your breath hitched as the words floated around your mind. The flutter in your chest grew bigger with every word, this things that weren’t said were sharp as you heard him exhale. You were never allowed to express more than a flirting joke or a glance at work but here, in different rooms with only the phone as evidence.
It felt somewhat safe, the early hours of the morning creeping in through the faint gaps of your curtains. Every sense of professionalism or friendship would not be found here.
“Thank you Frankie, makes me excited to go to work” you mumbled, a lazy sleepy smile on your face.
“Doesn’t it already excite you?” He teased, a yawn slipped between his lips.
“Ask me again tomorrow but for now, I need you to sleep” you yawned contiguously, missing his response between it.
“You want your favourite resident to be rested don’t you? Well I want my favourite doctor to be the same” you flirted sleepily, yawning once more.
“Good night sweetheart” he whispered, his voice raspy and deep. Filling up the speaker as you smiled.
“Good night Frankie” you sighed, biting your lip to avoid crossing anymore lines.
As the phone beeped the call away, leaving you alone in your room. Your mind buzzing with the memory of his words and his voice, you knew you were fucked and that maybe it was more than a crush.
So much for not crossing the line.
You went to bed that night with mixed emotions, the anxiety of seeing Frank was overwhelming but the excitement was even worse. You had no idea where to go from here and hoped that he would.
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