as brooms are to crumbs are to rugs' underneaths
into the blog i sweep resentment and grief
lynnie, she/her, 20
born to be a hater, raised to be a lover, grew to be a pussy
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i just got off a cruise and there was a marvel restaurant on it and spider-man came out at the end to take pictures with guests and maybe (definitely) i’m delusional but i swear on everything he caressed my shoulder. i have it on a live photo so tomorrow i’ll save it as a video and post it. peter parker girlies and writers i have fuel for you.
au where this guy has no wife, no kids, and gets zero play whatsoever (except for you) :p
summary: you and frank were practically attached at the hip since you started working at ptmc. at first, it was just because you got along and happened to work really well together. now, you have frank reconsidering if coworkers is all he wants the two of you to be.
contains: senior resident! langdon, first year resident! reader, fem! reader, these two are way too damn comfortable with each other to not be in a relationship, implied age difference (you know the drill in this house), absolutely fluff fest, no smut (unless you want a pt. 2)
quick note: i won't even pretend to know how residency works, medical inaccuracies and shit, but we're still good T-T
word count: 1.4k
it was another average day at the emergency department in pittsburgh trauma medical center. you were in the middle of a conversation with a patient, tasked with keeping her distracted while she received a spinal tap. you were working alongside the hot shot senior resident, none other than the frank langdon. he's got laser focus on the task at hand, watching the spinal fluid drip into the designated vial he'd need to send off to the lab later.
you were asking the young woman about her career aspirations. you learned that she was fresh out of college, starting her first job as a second grade teacher in the upcoming fall. you smiled warmly, allowing her to talk continuously about how she came to find her passion. it was heartwarming, to see someone who was so full of life. realistically, you two likely weren't far apart in age. only difference being that it felt like medical school had truly sucked the life out of you.
frank is sealing up the vial and finishing up the small procedure, listening in on your conversation. he, too, smiles at the woman's rather obvious love for her field and the kids she'd be working with. he was finished with the spinal tap, but he wasn't quite ready to stop yet was watching you with that gentle smile and warm look in your eyes. he never saw himself as obvious about the undeniable feelings he harbored for you.
you and your sour-patch kid personality, as he called it. one moment you were an absolute boss in the department, barking out orders to the med students like you weren't one of them less than six months ago. the next, you were holding the hand of an anxious patient and muttering soft reassurances to help calm their nerves. he felt as though he'd seen every side there is to you, and you couldn't really argue with that. you guys were velcro coworkers, for lack of a better term.
if you were both available, you were working with a patient together. if you were both on break, you'd be sitting side by side in the ambulance bay getting some fresh air. at one point, you'd even laid down in the on-call room togehter, but facing away from each other because you were both terrified of touching. even before then, you two had some sort of unspoken chemistry. however, unlike frank, you were pretty good at subtlety and not wearing your heart on your sleeve.
it was just how you were, not exactly the lover girl type. but oh how frank yearned to see that side of you, knowing you had it locked away in that gorgeous brain of yours somewhere. i mean, surely your constant teasing came from a place of romantic interest, right? everything about you was just... infinitely stunning, especially when your eye bags were prominent toward the end of a shift. the conversation between you and the patient had ended at least a couple minutes ago. you had to wave your hand in frank's face to get him out of lala land.
"dr. langdon, can we please get this poor woman covered up now? i'm sure she's getting cold."
he shook his head, sprouting up out of his seat and gently covering the patient back up with her gown and then blanket.
"we'll be back to see you when the results are in."
frank cleared his throat and excused himself from the room. you followed close behind, waving a polite goodbye to the patient.
"jesus, frankie. fantasizing about me in front of a patient like that?"
you couldn't help but tease, watching the way in which the tips of his ears turn bright red. he drops off the vial for it to be taken up to the lab before turning back to face you.
"i wasn't fantasizing about anything but a nice fucking basket of buffalo wings when i get out of here."
you roll your eyes at him, but the sound of chicken wings made your mouth water. you'd managed to eat the breakfast you packed for yourself, but that was almost 6 hours ago. damn him and always talking about food, making your stomach growl.
"you should come with me."
he blurts out, eyes widening slightly as he realizes what he's just given away. he was about to backpedal, saying that it was all a joke, but he faltered at the smug smirk on your face.
"only if i get to feed you the first one."
you really knew how to get him going, didn't you? because now the only thing he'd be able to picture for the rest of the day would be you feeding him a damn chicken wing. you'd do it with the cheekiest grin on your face, a gentle blush on your soft cheeks. you'd let him try whatever margarita you'd order from the menu, and he'd get red all over again at the hint of your taste on the straw. he was going to be royally fucked tonight, hopefully in more ways than one.
fast forward to that night, you and frank were finally freed from your shifts and walking together toward the pub a few blocks away. you stayed close to him, especially since there were quite a few people out and about and it was getting dark. he smiled down at you, noticing your proximity. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, trying to be casual but somehow manages to nearly trip himself in the process.
his stumble causes you to laugh loudly, your eyes getting watery as you watched him get slightly flustered. but damn if he wouldn't fall over a million times to hear you laugh like that again. you looked so pretty in your jeans and plain black, long sleeved shirt. the cotton fabric felt comforting under his touch, as he held you against him while walking. soon, you were sat in a booth in the lively pub. you'd ordered your drinks and food already, which was just two orders of buffalo wings, a craft beer, and a strawberry mango margarita.
"all on one tab, please."
"frank langdon-"
your complaints are cut short when frank gently rests his hand on your knee.
"relax, rookie. it's on me, tonight."
oh fuck yeah it was gonna be on him tonight...
"didn't realize i'd scored myself a sugar daddy."
you chuckled, resting your head against his shoulder. he rested his head on top of yours, his hand had yet to leave your knee. this wasn't the first time you two had gotten cozy without saying much or examining it too closely. however, tonight, that wasn't the case at all. in frank's mind, this felt right, having you against him.
"you always have the weirdest things to say."
"you love what i have to say, frankie."
he knew you were right. in fact, he found himself hanging onto your every word in moments like this. his hand moved a bit further up your leg, giving your soft thigh a gentle squeeze. you sighed against him, clearly letting yourself relax now that it was just you and him. he couldn't have been prouder of himself, knowing that he could be your safe space like this.
your drinks arrive at the table and he watches your eyes sparkle with excitement at the margarita practically the size of your head. he wills himself to look away at you take a small lick at the sugar-coated rim of the glass. he was going to behave for now, not wanting to ruin this adorable moment unfolding in front of him. you take one sip and you immediately fall in love.
frank could have melted at the way your mood seemed to lighten ten-fold at your new favorite drink. you immediately lean over to him, holding the straw up to his mouth. he hates the way his face heats up as your gaze eagerly lingers on his mouth while he wraps it around the straw. he takes a long sip, waiting for you to swat at his arm and complain about him drinking too much of it.
"hey! asshole get your own if you're gonna drain the fucking glass!"
he swallows dramatically, smirking at your withering glare.
"it's not terrible."
he spoke dismissively, already chuckling at your defensive reaction.
"i would sure hope not since you decided to down half of my glass in one go, you fuckwad."
"i think i like frankie better than fuckwad."
you can't even be mad at this smug bastard, you give him one good slap on the arm before snuggling back into him, happily sipping down the rest of your marg.
~~~~~ THE END <3 ~~~~~
if you want a pt. 2, particularly with smut, let me know !! :D
a/n: THIS WAS SO CUTIE I LOVE ME SOME FRANK LANGDON!!! as much as i love writing smut, fluff always has a special place in my heart i just get so SENTIMENTAL UGH. anywho, THANK YOU SM FOR READING, LOVE YOU TO BITS, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!!!!! <33333
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personally i think worst symptom of being ill out there by far has to be that hot-cold, sweaty-shivering, hokey-pokey NONSENSE. genuinely aggravates me so much bc if u try to fix one then the other gets worse and theres legitimately nothing you can do about it so you just have to deal
hey! love ur writing!! i have an idea where peter parker is too scared to approach reader at midtown so he stalks her as spiderman instead and reader and spiderman start becoming close…
Blushing and kicking my feet 😊 thank you for the request and thank you for reading my stuff! 🫶🤘🏻
Incognito - Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Note: just fluff today folks 🫡
You don’t want to jump to conclusions and say that SpiderMan is stalking you, but… you might. Because somehow, someway, SpiderMan is always just around you.
It started as you’d be walking home from school, and you’d see him swinging over your street almost every day. You figured he had his own schedule, checking in on certain areas at certain times, so you didn’t really notice.
And then, one day, on your walk home, someone stole your backpack right off of you. Tore it off your shoulder, pushed you aside, and ran down the street. You didn’t have time to yell before your head collided with the sidewalk.
You couldn’t hear it, but Peter was on the guy in an instant, as if he was watching from the sky, waiting for something to happen (he was). His punch was slightly personal, anger flaring in him at the sight of you on the ground. Within fifteen seconds, he was at your side, backpack in his hands.
He reached down to help you up, and you could’ve sworn you were seeing things. SpiderMan traversed the whole city, and here he was fighting off a backpack robber in your little subdivision.
“Are you okay?” He frantically asked, all the strength in his body holding him back from reaching out to touch you.
“I- yeah, yeah, I think so. Just hit my head.” You see him holding your backpack. “Thanks for… getting that back for me.”
“Oh, yeah,” he replies, almost forgetting the whole reason he was here. He got lost just… looking at you.
He always looks at you, but you never notice. Or he hopes you don’t notice. But that’s at school, where you only know him as “the guy that gave me a pencil one time” and not as Peter. And that’s wholly his fault because he’s been trying to introduce himself to you for weeks now, but every time he sees you, he just freezes up. Ned’s gotten to the point where he’s threatening to step in and introduce Peter for him, as if that’s not terrifying.
His desperate want to approach you while also remaining incognito led him to making sure you got home safe every day as SpiderMan. Ned called it creepy. Peter could probably agree.
“I’m just being cautious. She could get hurt!” He would reason.
“Dude, you’re practically stalking her.”
“That is not what is happening!”
He just wants to make sure you get home safe. That’s it. So he swings over your route a couple times, and then goes home. Done deal.
And thank god he did because that guy would’ve ran off with your homework.
He’s still awkwardly holding your bag, and quickly realizes that he’s SpiderMan, standing in the middle of the street.
“Um, do you need help getting home? I can swing you there.”
The thought of him holding you to his body is overwhelming his thoughts.
“Oh, no thanks, I appreciate it, but I live just down here.”
“Okay, well… here’s your bag,” he hands it over and your hand brushes against his suit as you take it. He can feel the blush heating under the mask.
“Thanks again.”
You walk home, head pounding, and a voice in your head asking, ‘why does SpiderMan sound like a teenager?’
After that day, you started noticing him more and more. Like he was watching over you. He’d swing over the street coincidentally every time you left your house.
You could never catch him. Every time your eyes caught a glimpse, he’d vanish in the next second.
Until one day, a week after the first incident, your mom’s car gets broken into.
You’re sitting in your room, music playing, when you hear the car alarm blaring. You look out the second story window to see someone with a crowbar prying the door open. You’re halfway to calling the cops when you hear a familiar thwip sound, and just like that, spider webs are plastered over your mom’s Subaru.
You run to the front only to see SpiderMan webbing the suspect to your garage.
“What is with this street? There’s a new crime every week over here,” he quips.
He turns to swing away, but is caught red handed by you standing in front of him in your driveway.
“… um… I caught the guy trying to steal your car.”
“Thanks.”
The five seconds of silence is overbearing. Peter awkwardly starts to walk away. “Okay, well, I’m gonna head out now. You should probably call the cops -“
“Why are you always around?” You blurt out.
“I… what?”
“Why’re you always hanging around here? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the help. Obviously we have a lot going on down here, but I see you like five times a day. You’re always around. Don’t you have a whole city to manage?”
Peter doesn’t even know what to say to that. He didn’t think he was being obvious about it. But I guess the bright red suit kinda gives him away.
He sighs. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay after what happened.”
“I am, I promise.”
You’re not trying to be blunt. Not trying to tell him off especially when he just saved your mom from an insurance nightmare, but you had this feeling in your chest that something was missing. Something you weren’t seeing.
And the next day in class, it clicked. You usually don’t pay attention to English class. It’s boring, your teacher is phoning it in, and Flash Thompson sits directly behind you, and he’s the worst person you’ve ever met. You’re used to burying your head in your desk and waiting for the hour to be over.
But for the first time, you were paying attention. Maybe it was the coffee. Or the prodding in your gut that told you to listen.
The teacher asked a question. That kid that gave you the pencil that one time raised his hand and answered. And… where have you heard that voice before? Has he always sounded like that? Because he sounds kind of like-
my hc about frank is that he didn't have a glowup until med school was almost over and then immediately got married so he's really only been with one woman which means you're actually more experienced than him. i mean he's a doctor and not a loser so he knows where everything is he just isn't very confident yet :/ so you have to be patient with him as he learns your body. but he's Very eager to please so will constantly ask you, "does that feel good, baby? am i making you feel good?" or when you moan or sigh happily when he curls his fingers just right he goes, "right there, sweetheart? do you like that?" and all you can do is nod and tug on his hair a little harder
later when you stroke the back of his head and tell him he did a good job he can't help the pride swelling in his chest and his ears turn all pink. he just kisses your temple and says, "glad i made my pretty girl happy. always wanna make you feel good."
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