Also, I'm new on here. I'm currently obsessed with the pitt and especially robbylangdon. I'm looking for friends because I need to talk about this angstfest or I'll combust.
PS: I'm also in the jjk fandom and write fanfics for multiple yuuji-centric ships, some dealing with some dark/disturbing stuff. So if you don't wanna deal with that, you can simply block me đ
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đŠş.- Michael Robinavitch x Frank Langdon.
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Summary : When Robby comes back from his sabbatical he finds out Frank is no longer working there.
Warnings : Mentions of possible relapse. Robby is down BAD.
Notes : Inspired by "Cornerstone" by arctic monkeys and by this post. I tried to be funny in one line and i'm not funny. As Always I wrote it in spanish and then I translated it. Hope you enjoy<3
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Frank was gone.
He didnât know when, he didnât know how, he didnât know why, but he wasnât working at the hospital anymore. Dana broke the news to him; a welcome gift that hid a bomb, a toast with a glass of poison; Dana knew which hospital Frank had gone to, and Robby had nothing to prove it, but he knew itâthe thought coiled in his mind like chains that refused to let goâbecause she shrugged when he asked her, because he knows her well enough to know sheâs doing Frank a favor.
Maybe the problem wasnât the departure, but that he didnât tell him; maybe the problem wasnât the departure, but that he didnât say goodbye to him; maybe the problem wasnât the leaving, but that Frank didnât wait for Robby to decide whether to stay or not, that he took away his power to be jury, judge, and executioner, that he had supported him throughout almost his entire career and yet Frank left without letting him write the ending; he believed the months of rest would ease him, and they didâuntil he found out Frank was gone.
A month after the news, he could have sworn he saw his name among the patients during the shift change; a heat he thought heâd forgotten settled in his stomachâcall it hope, call it rageâit had been a long time since he knew which of the two heâd decided to let go. Anxiety fought and won the battle in his mind, because if Langdon had been admitted, Jack would have told him; if Langdon had been admitted, it was because something serious had happened; if Langdon had been admitted, there was a chance he had relapsedâ
âFrank Larsson.â Shenâs voice cut off all his thoughts, introducing the patient who seemed sedated, and continued talking about something Robby couldnât hear clearly because of the ringing in his ears; he didnât know if it was embarrassment or disappointment.
Maybe he needed to get his eyes checked.
Two months and a week later, he thought he saw him in the square near the hospital, reading a book on national history that made his heart tighten. He couldnât see his face very well, but he had the same build, wearing a shirt that Robby could swear heâd seen him in outside of workâlike a mirage to a thirsty man, like a VHS tape to a man who never learned to upgrade; the man on the bench even had the same hairstyle, but then he lowered the book and took off his sunglasses. Frank has never had brown eyes.
Heâd had a couple more accidents that he never sharedâshit, with the first ones his mouth never uttered a word to anyone, like secrets buried at the bottom of the seaâhe wouldnât confuse Langdon with some stranger at the bar, at least not anymore. He decided it was best to try to forget, that he would bury Frank along with the pathetic attempts by strangers to match him, because accidents would never compare to years of loyalty, and even after the argument they had, he would take that a thousand times over if it meant he could remember exactly what Frankâs voice sounded like.
Because he was getting old and his memory wasnât what it used to be, because the more time passed, the more he forgot his scent, his skin; three months later he caught a similar scent in a library, but the librarian seemed to have forgotten that he was supposed to resemble Langdon, or perhaps his mind couldnât conjure anything to project him other than a faint whiff of a perfume he was beginning to forget; it seemed it only took a couple of months to forget a memory he never wanted to commit to memory when heâd had him by his side for years.
A year after his departure, Robby had given up trying to find him, and while he never really tried, what he sought were futile attempts at delusions he mistook for truth, illusions he believed could be compared to an image from an old cameraâprinted and left in the sunâwhere the colors faded and with them the intensity of the original moment, like a video that forgot its purpose and decided to erase the parts that mattered most, fading to black or cutting the audio. He never looked for Frank, because he believed that his memory of him would last more than a year, but a broken mind had leaks, and the memories seemed to have longed for freedom for years.
A year after his departure, Robby wondered if perhaps his image of Frank was nothing but an illusion, that the real Frank was the imposter, hiding somewhere, afraid that Robby would figure it out; or perhaps it was Robby who was hiding, unwilling to admit that he blamed his resentment, his anger, and his grief for his own cowardice; he was afraid of forgetting him, because he took for granted something he should have treasured, because he decided to let Frank go, and perhaps Frank, in his pain, decided to gradually erase his memory from Robbyâs mindâ that he chose to erase himself forever, and Robby could never undo it, condemned to live knowing that he had been stripped of authorship of his best and most failed work.
He didnât know what the odds were, nor would he have bet on it, but when he heard his voice at a gala, he truly dismissed it, believing it was just another imitation his mind was trying to fit into the puzzle that was Frank; then he saw him smiling in the distance and realized it was him. Talking to people heâd never seen before, so at ease, so happy, letting another doctor put his hand on his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
A year ago Frank had left; a year ago the memory he had of him began to fade; a year ago heâd been searching for him in shattered illusions; a year ago he refused to accept that he missed him, and two days ago he confessed it to Dana as if it were humanityâs greatest secret; the event began two hours ago, and only now is he beginning to realize that perhaps a year ago Frank was also forgetting him, and perhaps there was no delusion to followâthat someone decided to take him on as an apprentice, and that was the quickest way to fill any void Robby might have left behind.
A year ago Frank left, taking his memory with him, and only today did Robby remember that he could have called him all along.
Actually it's kinda crazy, how Robby doesn't want Frank in his ER but I also don't think he wants him work in anyone else's ER and also he doesn't believe anyone else aka Trinity might have a problem with him. He really is like "you're a problem but you're my problem and I don't wanna talk about that rn"
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I see a vision of Robby returning to the pitt after his sabbatical only to find out Dr. Al has fired Langdon (I like Dr. Al a lot but the way she switched up on Frank this latest ep made me sad. Frank looked like a kicked pup all over again). Anyway, Dr. Al has fired Langdon and Robby doesn't even know what to do with that information. He is angry and betrayed and no one even really knows what happened to him or where he works now. Or if he even works.
Frank could feel Robbyâs eyes on him from behind, dick still buried in deep after what was probably the most embarrassingly hot orgasm of his life.
âReally?â Robbyâs tone was teasing, smile evident, his hand tightening on Frankâs hip. âThatâs what did you in? Seriously?â
He gave into the quick urge to groan, dropping his forehead forward onto his forearm beneath him. âCâmon, baby, just forget it-â
âUh-uh, nope. Not in a million years.â Robby adjusted his hand to be up a little, firmer on the dip of his waist. Dug his thumb in a bit, making Frank auto adjust to press his chest into the mattress more, forcing his hips up.
Robby leaned down, closer to be able to see the blush quickly spreading over Frankâs face. âNot when it made you come so pretty, huh? My good girl.â
The â quite honestly â incredibly embarrassing whine that pulled from him pitched up, breathy, when Robby started moving again, the new angle making Frankâs eyes roll back.
Maybe he could live with this, actually, if Robby would keeping calling him that. He could manage.
Langdon tilts his head slightly, lips brushing the warm palm of his attendings hand. He struggled to catch Robbyâs gaze, his own eyes looking just behind the head looking down at him so delicately.
âYou know,â Robby began, palm moving, his rough fingers gently fanning down Langdons tinted cheek. âI canât remember a time youâve ever been so quiet.â His fingers danced dangerously close to Langdons lips, thumb brushing his bottom lip, almost dragging it down with him.
Langdon couldnât bare to watch, as if the moment itself was too intimate for him. He wished so desperately he could somehow spectate from third person, watch another version of himâa more deserving version of himâreceive the tenderness of Dr. Michael-fucking-Robinavich.
Robbys head tilted, studying him like something delicate, like Langdon was something worth slowly taking apart. âAlways talking,â he muttered, voice dropping, just hovering above the level of a whisper, âAlways running that mouth of yoursâ
His thumb traced the curve of Langdons lower lip, thumb pressing down just enough to part it.
Langdons lungs burned. Heâd forgotten how to breathe, how to think. He felt stupid, not a coherent thought coming to mind. All he could think about was how close Robby was to him right now. His lips parted further on instinct alone, and this time he forced himself to look. To meet Robbyâs gaze.
There they were, the brown and all consuming eyes that Langdon has begged for weeks to look at him, to acknowledge his very being in that damned ED.
Robby didnât look away, didnât falter in his movements. Instead, his thumb pressed more insistently, almost challenging Langdon to see what heâd do.
Langdon felt it, he felt him fucking everywhere. The weight of his touch, his gaze, the heat radiating off of Robbyâs body onto his. His pulse throbbed right below Robbyâs grip, he felt it in his throat, pulsing through his chest.
Langdons brows pinched ever so slightly, like it pained him to give inâbut he did.
God, he did.
His hair was a mess, his face flushed a deep pink and his lips.. his lips were already swollen from the relentless assault of Robbyâs thumb dragging and pressing into the delicate skin.
âShow me,â Robby said quietly, voice vibrating through Langdons skull like a bell. âShow me what you need.â
And that was all it took.
He felt like a fucking dog.
Robby gave the inch, and Langdon had never been good at restraint.
He parted his lips wider, breath catching as be finally took the bait, enveloping Robbyâs thumb in his mouth, brushing against the warmth of his tongue. He hesitated, eyes boring into Robbyâs for just a moment, like he was looking for permission.
Then he gave in, closing his lips around the it.
He was slow at first, testing the waters. Then, Langdon went deeper. He drew it into his mouth, the warmth and pressure delicately pressing against the pad of Robbyâs thumb.
Robby felt it, felt every second of it. He watched himself being taken knuckle deep into his residents sinful mouth, feeling his heat, his wetness, the way Langdon wanted this.
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i'm probably gonna say very little about fandom discourse around this ep because spring break starts next week and i'm running out of sanity but actually. i love everyone on the pitt being flawed and fucked up and nasty sometimes. i love robby being a hypocrite and repulsed by samira's anxiety because he's repulsed by his own. i love that, alternatively, samira is repulsed by her mother's loneliness because she's repulsed by her own, too. i love santos blaming langdon for her ostracization at the ED and her unwillingness to see that, separate of the langdon issue (however separate you can make it), if you go around being an asshole to your peers all the time, some people are just not going to fucking like you. i love that its garcia specifically who checks santos for the lack of decorum she's displaying in front of their patients in this ep because garcia herself could arguably stand to have a bit more decorum when talking about patients and she's also treating santos like a dogggg right now. i love that mel is overstepping boundaries with becca and coddling her in a way that doesnt allow becca the space she deserves to be an autonomous adult with autism who should be respected on her own terms because mel's also struggling with what it means to be an autonomous adult with autism who should be respected on her own terms. i think there's a difference between a show depicting characters behaving badly and cosigning their bad behavior. i think a good character and a good person are separate categories. i love that this is a show that isn't so obsessed with likability that it keeps its characters from behaving badly.
frankly, i hope these characters keep fucking up, and i hope they keep getting checked by their fellow fuck ups, because that's life, brother. there is no divine priestly class of sinless people who exist to tell the "bad" people off for their missteps. and i hope that, as the show progresses, we see robby, santos, mohan, langdon etc make more mistakes and better mistakes. and i love that this show, for all its flaws, is (imo) still holding true to its premise that people are not wholly defined by their best moments or their worst. no matter how uncomfortable it is to sit with that nuance or how tense that makes an episode of television lol.
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I need more of robbylangdon stories that focus on langdon's back pain or on Jake as part of Robby's life. I feel like Langdon's children are often part of their dynamic but I feel like Jake and Langdon interacting more could also be so interesting, too.