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—i’m always on my own

fake boyfriend! jack x eldest daughter! reader

“Know I wanna beat it, wanna beat it bad Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph I've crossed the county line, I cannot go back I'm always on my own.” -All Them Horses, Noah Kahan

summary: your family is in town for the annual ‘parents berating their kids for their decisions’ get together. jack overhears you talking about how much easier it would be if you had a boyfriend to shove in their face, and offers his services. No strings attached, of course.

wc: 15.7k (steak is too juicy lobster is too buttery)

tags/tropes: jack falls first and harder, reader is an eldest daughter (but not the eldest child) to a large judgmental family who are constantly disappointed in her, jack pretty much uses the fake dating as a chance to show reader what a good boyfriend he COULD be to her if she let herself have nice things, jack 'i'll pay for it' abbot, jack is YEARNING in this one, a teeny bit of mean dom jack as a treat

a/n: how are we all feeling about the latest noah kahan album. Doors is great. i do NOT repeat timestamp 2:14-2:21 of All Them Horses. i’m normal and can be trusted with noah kahan’s discography. this fic was supposed to be crossposted on ao3 at the time of post but ao3 crashed and i lost all of my tagging and uploading process so im saving that. for later. when it is POSTED it will be linked below :)

acknowledgements: thank you @wesandresons for the amazing gif and @saradika-graphics, @chrisssiren, and @uzmacchiato for the dividers! and thank you @leeknowpegger for your work in keeping up morale and being deranged with me

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j-buchanan

As the eldest daughter I’m sobbing 😭 someone please get me someone to take care of me like this. I screamed and actually cried during the closet scene

#jack abbot x reader #fic rec #fic recs

california-112

They are emailing eachother

belleeebelleee

Jack Abbot (The Pitt) x fem!reader

Jack doesn't realise he's in love because loving you is a second nature to him

By the time anyone noticed it, it was already far too late for Jack Abbot.

Not that he knew that.

That was the problem.

Jack didn’t realize he was in love with you because loving you had quietly become as automatic as breathing.

It lived in the unconscious things.

The instinctive things.

The things he did before his brain had time to catch up.

Like carrying an extra coffee onto the floor every single shift because you always forgot breakfast when you were running late.

Like automatically checking the trauma board for your name before he checked his own assignments.

Like knowing the exact look on your face that meant you were overwhelmed versus irritated versus one badly phrased sentence away from crying in the medication room.

He just… knew you.

The same way he knew how to intubate.

The same way he knew the sound of a crashing patient monitor.

Effortless. Embedded.

Natural.

So when people started looking at him strangely whenever you were mentioned, Jack genuinely had no idea why.

j-buchanan

Literally crying?? My chest aches?? How badly I yearn for a love like this??

#jack abbot x reader #fic rec #fic recs

toddycats

My hope for whoever is reading this is that your life starts making sense and coming together. I hope the good days are right around the corner for you.

emqqx

Hiii!! First request!!!

Could u do that reader and Steve are like best best friends buuuuuttttttt Steve gets a new girlfriend and shes just really mean to reader?? I love angst lollll. The rest is up to youuuu!!

Thanks cutieee

"Not his first choice"

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Steve Harrington x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆

english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!

summary: steve’s girlfriend drives a wedge between you and him, and his failure to defend you leads to a painful fallout and broken friendship.

warnings: angst, jealousy, possessive partner, friendship breakdown

Steve had always said you were his person, not in the romantic way everyone assumed, not in the “Steve Harrington secretly in love with his best friend” way Robin constantly teased him about. It was simpler than that, bigger, maybe.

You were just… you. The first person he called after a nightmare, the passenger princess in his BMW, the one who knew he liked his fries dipped in milkshakes and that he still got nervous before parent-teacher conferences for the kids even though he’d never admit it out loud.

So when Steve got a girlfriend, you tried really hard to be happy for him. At first, you were.

Her name was Amanda, pretty in the polished, intimidating kind of way. She wore expensive perfume and always looked like she’d stepped out of a catalog. Steve smiled more around her, he laughed easier and you loved Steve enough to want that for him. Even if something in your chest twisted every time he canceled plans.

“Sorry,” he’d said over the phone one friday night, voice muffled. “Amanda wants to go to the mall for the weekend.”

You stared at the pizza sitting on your counter and the two tickets to the horror movie marathon tucked under your wallet.

“Oh,” you answered quietly. “Yeah. Sure.”

“You’re not mad, right?”

“No,” you lied instantly. “Of course not.”

But then it kept happening. Movie nights forgotten, late-night calls unanswered, inside jokes fading into silence because Amanda would wrinkle her nose and ask, “Do you two always act this codependent?”

You laughed the first time she said it. Steve didn’t and that should’ve been your warning.

It got worse slowly, cruelly, like Amanda enjoyed seeing how far she could push before someone snapped.

“You’re still hanging around?” she asked one evening when you showed up at Family Video with coffees for Steve and Robin. Robin immediately looked uncomfortable, instead Steve glanced up from behind the counter. “Hey! You came.”

Amanda leaned against the display beside him, manicured nails tapping against her crossed arms. “That’s… sweet.” Something about the way she said it made heat crawl up your neck.

“I was in the area.”

“Mhm.” She looked you up and down. “Steve said you kind of just pop up everywhere.”

Robin coughed awkwardly, Steve frowned slightly. “Amanda…”

“What?” she laughed. “I’m kidding.”

But she never sounded like she was kidding.

Every comment had teeth.

You’re surprisingly pretty in good lighting.

Steve says you hate dating. I can see why.

Aw, matching bracelets? That’s adorable. Middle school vibes.

And Steve… God. Steve never really defended you, not properly, sometimes he’d mumble, “Amanda, stop.”

Sometimes he’d give you this apologetic look like please don’t make this difficult, and because you loved him, you swallowed every hurt feeling down until they sat heavy in your stomach like stones.

The breaking point came at Nancy’s party, you almost didn’t go. Steve had invited you three separate times, insisting he wanted you there.

“It won’t be fun if you’re not there,” he’d complained over the phone.

So you went and for a little while, things felt normal. You and Steve ended up on the kitchen floor at one point laughing so hard soda nearly came out of your nose because he’d attempted to dance and immediately slipped into a wall.

“There she is,” Robin said dramatically, pointing at the two of you. “The soulmates reunite.”

Steve grinned at you, a big and warm and familiar grin

Then Amanda appeared, her smile dropped immediately “Oh my god,” she muttered. “Seriously?”

Steve blinked. “What?”

“She’s attached to your hip.”

The room quieted just enough for embarrassment to flood through you.

“Amanda,” Steve warned softly.

“No, because I’m actually tired of pretending this isn’t weird.” She looked directly at you. “Do you not have your own life?”

Your face burned, Steve stood up quickly. “Okay, enough.” but Amanda kept going “You’re obsessed with him. Everyone sees it.” She laughed harshly. “It’s honestly pathetic.”

The kitchen went silent, Robin looked horrified and Steve hesitated, just for a second, but that second was enough. Enough for something inside you to crack straight down the middle.

You looked at him waiting for him to say something, to finally choose you, to finally tell her to stop. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly instead. “Amanda, maybe let’s just calm down…”

Calm down, not leave her alone, not don't talk to my best friend like that. Just calm down.

You suddenly felt stupid suddenly so unbelievably stupid.

“Oh,” you whispered.

Steve looked at you immediately. “Hey…”

“No, it’s okay.” Your voice shook despite your effort to steady it. “I get it.”

“You don’t…”

“No, I do.”

Your eyes burned, you hated crying in front of people. Hated it, but Steve looked more worried about the scene than about you. That hurt worst of all.

You laughed shakily, stepping backward toward the hallway. “I think maybe I stayed too long.”

“Don’t do this,” Steve said quietly.

The words sliced right through you. Don’t do this. Like you were the problem.

Amanda crossed her arms triumphantly and Steve let her. You nodded slowly, throat too tight to breathe properly. “Yeah. Okay.”

Then you left.

Steve called twelve times that night, you ignored every single one.

By morning, your phone was full of voicemails.

“Please answer.”

“Can we just talk?”

“You know she didn’t mean it like that.”

That one made you cry the hardest, because deep down? You knew she did.

And worse of all Steve knew too.

You didn’t answer Steve’s calls, not the twelve from last night, not the seven more in the morning, not even Robin’s, which you knew meant she’d either been bribed, threatened, or emotionally blackmailed into mediating.

Your phone kept lighting up on your desk like it couldn’t understand that something had already ended. It wasn’t even dramatic at first, that was the worst part, nothing had exploded, no final fight where everything was said cleanly and loudly and finally. No clear ending you could wrap your brain around and file away under this is over, move on.

Just… a slow shift, like a room you’d lived in your whole life had started shrinking while you weren’t looking and Steve had been in the middle of it the entire time, acting like nothing was changing.

By the third day, you stopped going outside unless you absolutely had to.

By the fourth, you started flinching every time a car pulled up outside your place, half-expecting his BMW to be sitting there like it used to be when he’d show up uninvited with snacks and a stupid grin and say, “Get in. We’re doing nothing today.”

On the fifth day, you finally went back to Family Video.

You told yourself it was normal, that you just needed a rental, that you weren’t avoiding anything, that Steve Harrington working there did not suddenly make every part of your life complicated. But the moment you stepped inside, the bell above the door chimed and everything inside you tightened.

Robin saw you first, her expression softened immediately, like she’d been bracing for this exact moment all week.

“Hey,” she said carefully.

“Hey,” you replied, too fast, too casual.

Steve was behind the counter, he looked like he hadn’t slept properly since the party. Hair messier than usual, eyes flicking up the second he heard your voice like his body had been waiting for it even if he hadn’t admitted it out loud. For a second, just a second, his face lit up. Then it faltered because Amanda wasn’t just standing beside him anymore.

She was there, leaning into his space like she belonged in it and the way she looked at you said she absolutely remembered everything she’d done.

“Well,” Amanda said brightly, voice sharp underneath the sweetness, “look who finally decided to reappear.”

Robin shifted uncomfortably, Steve straightened quickly. “Hey, you didn’t…uh…call.”

You blinked. That was what he led with.

Not are you okay?Not I’m sorry.Not I should’ve said something.

Just… logistics.

“I didn’t know I needed an appointment,” you said quietly.

Amanda laughed. “Oh my god, she’s funny.”

Steve shot her a look. “Amanda.”

“What?” she said innocently. “I’m just saying. She always acts like she lives here.”

The word acts hit harder than it should’ve. You swallowed, stepping closer to the counter but not all the way in, like there was an invisible line now you weren’t supposed to cross.

“I just came for a tape,” you said. “I’ll be quick.”

Steve looked like he wanted to say something else. His mouth opened, then closed again like he couldn’t find the right version of himself to speak with. Robin watched all of it like she was holding her breath. Amanda, meanwhile, leaned on Steve’s arm “So,” she said, voice light, “are we still doing dinner with my parents tonight?”

Steve blinked. “Oh…yeah. Right.”

Something in your chest tightened again, of course. He forgot things with you constantly now but not this, not her.

You nodded slowly, like that information made sense. Like it didn’t sting “Cool,” you said then you turned toward the shelves. You picked a movie you didn’t even care about, your hands were shaking slightly when you brought it to the counter.

Robin started to take it, but Steve stepped forward first “Let me,” he said quickly.

Your eyes met his for half a second, that used to be enough to feel like home, now it just felt like standing in a doorway that had been rebuilt while you weren’t looking.

He scanned the tape without looking at you for too long, Amanda watched from behind him like she was waiting for something to happen, like she was hoping something would.

“You okay?” Steve asked quietly, sliding the tape toward you.

There it was again. Not I’m sorry. Not I miss you.Just… Are you okay?

As if everything that had happened was still neutral enough to be a simple yes or no answer.

You forced a small nod. “Yeah.”

Steve didn’t look convinced.

Amanda sighed dramatically. “Can we go? I’m starving.”

Steve hesitated, just for a moment, then he nodded “Yeah,” he said.

And that was it, that was the moment something inside you finally stopped hoping.

You didn’t see Steve for a week after that, not because he didn’t try but because you stopped opening the door, stopped picking up, stopped letting yourself get halfway to forgiveness just because he sounded sad on voicemail.

Then, one evening, Robin showed up, no warning, no joke, no usual chaotic energy. Just Robin, standing on your porch like she’d been assigned a mission she didn’t fully agree with but was doing anyway.

You opened the door slowly, she studied you for a second. “You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

She exhaled. “Can I come in?”

You stepped aside. Inside, she didn’t sit right away. She paced once, then turned toward you like she was choosing her words carefully “I’m gonna say something and you’re not gonna like it,” she started.

“That’s usually your whole brand.”

That got a faint smile out of her, but it didn’t last “Steve’s not okay,” she said.

You stared at her, a long silence stretched between you, then you laughed once, sharp and humorless. “Okay.”

Robin frowned. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Because what were you supposed to say to that?

That Steve Harrington, the guy who used to drag you into gas station parking lots at 2 a.m. because you “looked sad in a way that required snacks”, was not okay? You knew that, you just also knew something else now.

“It’s not just about him,” Robin added quietly.

Your gaze flicked up.

She exhaled. “Amanda’s been… yeah. I don’t like her. At all, but Steve keeps acting like if he ignores it long enough, it’ll fix itself.” That landed differently. Because that part? That part you knew too well.

Robin stepped closer. “He misses you.”

You swallowed hard. “He has her.”

Robin gave you a look like she was trying not to say something harsher. “Yeah, and that’s clearly working out great for everyone.”

Finally, she said, softer, “He didn’t defend you.”

It wasn’t a question, It wasn’t even an accusation, just truth.

Your throat tightened “I know,” you said.

And that was the problem, you did know, you always had.

Steve showed up the next night, you didn’t open the door. He knocked again. Then again. Finally, his voice came through the wood, quieter this time “Please.”

That alone almost broke you, you hated that it still affected you.

“Just…just talk to me. I’m not leaving.”

You leaned your forehead against the door, on the other side, he did the same without knowing you were there. “I messed up,” he said “I know that now. I should’ve said something at the party. I should’ve shut it down. I should’ve…” he exhaled sharply, frustrated with himself, “I don’t know, I should’ve been better.”

Your eyes burned.

“I didn’t mean for it to get like that,” he continued. “With her. With everything. I just… I thought I could balance it.”

A bitter laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it, balance it, like you were something he could put on the same scale as a relationship that clearly didn’t like you.

“I miss you,” he said finally, quieter.

That one hit harder, because it sounded real, not rehearsed, not convenient, not like he was trying to fix a problem he didn’t want to lose sleep over.

Just… Steve.

“I don’t know how to do this without you,” he admitted.

Your chest tightened painfully, and for a second, you almost opened the door. Almost. But then you remembered Amanda’s smile at the party, the silence in the kitchen, Steve not saying your name loud enough to matter and you realized something that made your hands stop shaking. He didn’t know how to do life without you but he had been doing just fine letting you feel alone inside it.

You stepped back from the door “Steve,” you said softly.

He went quiet instantly.

“I can’t be the person you come back to when things get uncomfortable.”

“…I know,” he said, but it sounded like he didn’t.

You closed your eyes “I love you,” you added, voice breaking slightly. “But I can’t do this version of it.”

On the other side of the door, he didn’t respond right away, when he did, his voice was rough “I’ll fix it.”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see it “That’s not how this works.”

“…Do you hate me?” he asked quieter than ever

That question hurt in a different way, because the answer was no.

“I don’t,” you said honestly. “I just can’t keep getting hurt where I’m supposed to feel safe.”

He didn’t speak for a long time after that, when he finally did, it was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you said and you meant it, but sorry didn’t rewind things. Sorry didn’t make him choose differently when it mattered, didn’t undo the moment he stood there and let you feel small in a room you used to belong in.

His footsteps lingered outside for a while after that, then they left and this time, your phone didn’t light up right away. It stayed dark, like even it understood something was over.

j-buchanan

Me everytime Amanda opened her stupid ass mouth 😤 now Steve what kinda no brain cell behavior was that??

Love me some angst at high noon 🕛 👏

#steve harrington x reader #fic rec #fic recs

batsandboba

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

alilgayblog

Lewis Pullman and Greg Williams take a walk around Hollywood

#lewis pullman #jesus fucking christ #i’m salivating

imagines-all-day-everyday

under your skin

summary: 10 things you hate love about frank langdon

pairing: fem!reader x frank langdon

warnings/tags: abby and kids do not exist in this universe, enemies to lovers!!, frank is a bit of a dick in this (but in a hot way), mention and description of a patient death and the events of pittfest, mysoginistic interns!, reader gets black out drunk in this, swearing, fluff, angst, usual medical descriptions that you’d expect from the pitt!

notes: i love the concept of this fic sm, I haven't written enemies to lovers in a hot minute

likes, reblogs, comments are very much appreciated!

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one.

Frank Langdon was arrogant.

Every doctor and surgeon had a little bit of an ego, sure. It was practically a job requirement.

But Frank Langdon had somehow mastered the ability of getting under your skin in a way no one else did, possessing a particular kind of arrogance that crawled in and nested there.

The kind that smirked at you across lecture halls.

The kind that leaned too close over your shoulder during labs.

The kind that always, somehow, knew exactly which buttons to press.

It had started in med school.

You’d been paired together for a semester-long assignment during your second year, a fact that had nearly made you consider dropping out on principle alone.

"I graduated summa cum laude, you know."

Frank said it casually, leaning back in his chair like the statement was an objective fact rather than an insufferable introduction.

"That's nice."

You didn’t look up from your textbook spread across the library table between you. Highlighting and neatly scribbled notes littered the pages in organised colour-coded sections. Frank’s side of the table, meanwhile, looked like a tornado had swept through it.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"Oh yeah? What were you, valedictorian or something?" He drawled.

"Actually yes." You answered smoothly, flicking over the page. "I just don't feel the need to announce it to anyone that will listen."

He blinked, staring at you for a moment before he let out a low whistle.

"Geez, alright Ace."

You finally glanced up at him at that, irritation pulling at your brow.

"Don't call me that."

The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

And judging by the way his lips twitched, Frank knew instantly he’d struck gold.

The nickname stuck.

It followed you through the rest of med school like a disease. Across lecture halls and internships and far too many crowded house parties.

Sometimes it was murmured under his breath when you answered a question before everyone else. Sometimes it was tossed across a room with an infuriating grin. Sometimes, rarely, it softened into something almost fond when the two of you were the last ones left in the library the night before an exam.

And like the nickname, you couldn’t seem to shake Frank Langdon either.

You thought graduation would finally free you from him.

And for a short, glorious period of time, it did.

Until the two of you matched at PTMC. Both in the emergency department.

"Long time no see Ace."

You looked up from the chart in your hands and felt genuine despair shoot through you.

"You have to be fucking kidding me."

Frank’s grin widened immediately, blue eyes bright with something dangerously close to delight.

You felt like you were right back at med school, the two of you instantly competing over everything. In particular, the attention of Dr Robby, who seemed to have decided that one of you could be his favourite, he just annoyingly refused to pick who.

And as your residency dragged on, Frank Langdon's arrogance never waned. He never got a humbling that you so desperately hoped for.

If anything, it only got worse.

Because -

j-buchanan

I’m actually freaking out because this is so perfect?! You’ve written Frank perfectly and I ate this up 🤭🙂‍↕️

#the pitt #frank langdon x reader #fic recs #fic rec

cottageaesthetic

miiilowo

whys combat and military gear always got to look so fucking cool when the people wearing them just objectively arent. thats unfair

miiilowo

this goes for like, all of time. knights are serving the KING? the fucking KING?

miiilowo

you cant serve cunt and the government at the same time come on now pick the right side i know you have it in you

vivian-the-barbarian

Jesus said this. Matthew 6:24

miiilowo

jesus said this

demonnstein

levanswrites

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your boyfriend loves you with his whole heart. and sometimes, you’re not sure what to do with something that big. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, established relationship, touch/love-starved reader, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, brief smut, implied past trauma/abuse but nothing explicitly mentioned, heart-aching fluff, character analysis 𝐚/𝐧: flipping my favorite trope onto reader. this one's for all my peeps who have a tough time with physical touch and emotional intimacy

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Your boyfriend loves easily.

Affection stitched directly into the lining of him, inseparable from the rest of his body.

Touch, to Steve, is instinct before intention.

Automatic and unthinking, his hands find you the way roots find water.

Waiting in line at the fall fair, he hooks two fingers through your belt loop and sways you gently side to side while the Ferris wheel spins overhead in smeared red and gold light.

The air smells like fried dough and cinnamon sugar, cold autumn wind carrying bursts of laughter through the crowds. Steve stands behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder, warm chest pressed loosely to your back while he argues passionately about kettle corn versus popcorn.

Once in a while, he'll slide his thumb beneath the cuff of your sleeve mid-sentence, stroking the pulse point at your wrist, completely unaware that your heart is beating itself raw under his fingertips.

It’s impossible to explain it.

How overwhelming it feels to be loved by someone so thoroughly.

j-buchanan

anddd you’ve done it again 😭 absolute masterpiece, healed a little piece of my heart

#steve harrington x reader #fic rec #fic recs

geminiwritten

hold still ; michael ‘robby’ robinavitch

summary: you have a sex dream about your attending that leaves you hot, flustered, late for work, and completely off your game. then things go from bad to worse when gossip spreads and the entire emergency department finds out—including dr. robby.

notes: i honestly haven't been this excited or motivated to write in forever, and i just really hope it doesn't suck. this one feels a little different, kind of like... it just flowed? my writing feels less mechanical, i think? i don't know, i feel like i've been stuck in a rut and even though this isn't perfect, it feels like i finally enjoy writing again. i put so much love into this and tried so hard to get the characters right, i just really hope you guys enjoy! please, please let me know what you think!

warnings: more sitcom than drama (just let them have a good day, i beg you), swearing, italics, reader can drive, medical descriptions, blood, medical procedure descriptions (it's not super graphic though), most definitely incorrect medical information (my friend is a doctor, i am not), implied age gap but never specified, very likely incorrect tagalog (i'm sorry in advance), reader doesn't know tagalog, implied smut but nothing explicit, reader gets injured (and stitches), and making out (on shift, lol, nothing graphic but still, mdni please).

word count: 12763

You wake all at once.

Not slowly, not gently, but with one sharp inhale like you’ve surfaced from deep water.

For a second you don’t know where you are. Your room is too warm, the air too heavy, every inch of your skin flushed and slick with sweat. Heat clings to you, your heart pounding wildly in your ears, sheets twisted tight around your legs, and for one disorienting moment you swear you can still feel him—warm hands, breath close, the dizzying pull of something forbidden and overwhelming.

The echo of his voice follows you up from sleep, low and wrecked and impossibly real.

Dr. Robby.

Your stomach flips.

“Fuck,” you mumble into your pillow, already mortified, already knowing your brain has crossed a line it absolutely shouldn’t have this time.

Because it didn’t feel like a dream. It still doesn’t. Fragments flash behind your eyelids—the way he touched you, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it, the teasing burn of stubble where he shouldn’t have been close enough to touch.

You roll onto your back and drag both hands over your face, groaning quietly as awareness settles in piece by piece. Your pulse refuses to slow, every nerve still humming like your body missed the memo that none of it actually happened.

You stare at the ceiling.

“…You have got to be kidding me.”

j-buchanan

GET IT GIRL

#michael robinavitch x reader #dr robby x reader #fic rec #fic recs

thykingdoncome

his best girl

Part One | Masterlist | ao3

frank langdon x reader, michael robinavitch x reader

summary: You’re Robby’s favorite reward. When his staff earns it, he doesn’t hesitate to offer you up. And today, it's Langdon's turn.

|| smut MNDI 18+ f!receiving oral, fingering, dirty talk, free use kink, dom!robby, praise kink, pussy inspection, m!masturbation, face riding, medical malpractice lol, they do it at the hospital, orphaned reader, reader has trauma, no reader age specified but always legal, reader has no physical descriptions except for having breasts and hair long enough to grab, takes place during s2e14, reader likes Flamin' Hots cause I like Flamin' Hots, the relationships in this fic are not healthy!!! I do not condone this!!! but its kinda hot!!!!! power imbalance, pet names like honey / sweetheart / baby, reader calls langdon 'frankie' sometimes || a/n: listen... I had ONE little daydream about being shared by the pitt men....... and here we are....

j-buchanan

whoooo 😮‍💨🤤😵‍💫💫 didn’t expect that one but hot damn I’ll take it

pass me around next boyssss

#the pitt #fic recs #fic rec

sophsun1

Buffy the Vampire Slayer – 7.06: Him

deerfawnn

Hello! I saw that you write for langdon!! If you're taking requests could I ask for one where his partner comes to the ER, because of a burn or cut or something and she's not told him she's there so she waits until she's called cause she doesn't want special treatment and he's just concerned and wants to take care of her, pls ignore if you're not taking requests!! Love your work 💛

special treatment

pairing: frank langdon x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: established relationship, blood, stitching, i am no doctor so i apologize for any mistakes :) a/n: thank you so much for your request, i hope you like it, lovely :) my inbox is always open for langdon requests btw <3

You push the toe of your sneaker against the floor, back and forth, back and forth, watching the rubber squeak against the scuffed linoleum. It gives you something to do besides think about the hot throb in your hand, or the way your whole arm aches right up to the elbow.

The man next to you groans again, shifting in his chair. You try not to look at him. Try not to think about how you’ve been both just sitting here for hours.

You’re so tired. The kind of tired that makes your eyes sting and your thoughts go slow and syrupy. And the pain is worse now than when it happened.

You lift the edge of the bandage with your good hand, just a peek, and immediately wish you hadn’t. The gash is red, very red, maybe even too red. You drop the bandage quick, swallowing hard.

You shift in the hard plastic chair, trying to find an angle that doesn’t pull at the wound. But every tiny movement hurts and you can’t help the hiss that escapes through your teeth. You curl your hand against your stomach, hold it still, try to breathe through it.

All this because you wanted orange juice.

It’s almost funny in a stupid way. You’d been tired then too, stumbling around your kitchen at 8am, fumbling with the carton. The glass slipped right through your fingers. And when you bent down to pick up the pieces, because you’re not the kind of person who leaves broken glass on the floor, your palm found the sharpest piece of glass there was on the floor.

You could’ve gone anywhere. The urgent care across town, the little clinic near your apartment. But your boyfriend works here. And even though you know he’d want you to come find him, even though you know Dr. Robby would probably wave you straight back if Langdon just asked, you couldn’t do that.

Special treatment. You hate the thought of it. Hate the idea of people looking at you and whispering, oh, that’s his girlfriend, that’s why she got seen so fast. So instead you’ve been sitting here for two hours, watching the clock above the admissions desk tick so slow you’d think it was broken, watching the same people walk past with clipboards and coffee cups.

You know how bad the wait times are here. You’ve heard Langdon complain about it plenty. You know. And still, you sat down and waited. Your eyelids are heavy. You catch yourself nodding forward and jerk awake. The man next to you groans again. The fluorescent lights buzz.

But then you suddenly hear your name being called.

j-buchanan

Why am I getting emotional over this? He just wants to love and be loved doing what he’s meant to do 😭😭

#frank langdon x reader #fic rec #fic recs

sassandscribbles

Spicy brownies and Sweet confessions

Pairing : Frank Langdon x Resident Dr.! Reader

Summary : You eat questionable brownies and get high during your shift. Most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you, right? Well……at least until you confess your undying love to Dr. Frank langdon in front of the entire team

Word Count : 3k

Warnings : Reader gets high, mentions of spicy brownies, reader saying embarrassing stuff, Unprofessional behaviour

A/N : I had so much fun writing reader be unhinged and unapologetic when she's high. Mostly because I'm a little crazy too lmao. Tagging my dearest @buckysdecaflove because I'm physically unable to not tag her when I'm writing about Frank langdon.

You don't know what's wrong with you.

Your head feels light and your feet sway every so often, yearning to dance. You gulp down a glass of water, willing away whatever distraction is consuming you.

Walking toward the ambulance bay you try to remember how you ended up feeling like a bar dancer mid shift. Although nothing much comes to your mind.

You had arrived at the hospital on time. Checked up on yesterday's patients to see how they were doing before moving on to the current ones.

j-buchanan

literally out here giggling and kicking my feet over this

#the pitt #frank langdon x reader #fic rec #fic recs

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