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Selfish | F Langdon
summary: even doctors can’t help the selfish thoughts that come with the job.
warnings: mentions of child death!
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The room is too quiet when it’s over.
Not the busy, clinical quiet that follows a successful save. Not the controlled calm of paperwork and next steps. This is the kind of silence that settles in your bones and refuses to move, like the air itself is grieving.
Frank’s hands are still gloved when he lowers them. They shake, barely, but you see it. You always see it. You’re standing across from him, your shoulders touching, close enough that you can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he exhales through his nose, slow and controlled, the way he does when he’s holding himself together with discipline alone.
The monitor is flat.
The little girl is still.
found my old phone and downloaded tumblr on it so i can be on here more because YES it is that serious
sorry i just can't get enough of him and i need him to put me in my place okay bye
part two of softdom!jack
— jack who swears he’s “not that guy” but remembers all the tiny details about you. your coffee order, the snack you only like when you’re stressed, which side you sleep on. he likes to act casual but his brain is a database filled with all of your habits and favorite things
— jack who uses touch as reassurance. hand on your thigh while he drives, thumb brushing your wrist when you’re talking, fingers lacing with yours when a room feels too overwhelming
— jack who lowkey likes when you steal his clothes even though he pretends to be annoyed, saying “i was gonna wear that” but he’s smiling because you look cute and you smell like his cologne
— jack who calls you out when you’re overdoing it, but not in a strict way, just that look and a quiet “you’re running on fumes, baby. and suddenly you’re sitting in a hot bath with him while he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ear
— jack who kisses your forehead without thinking. mid-conversation, mid-walk, mid-you-talking-shit about your day. he’s become so used to it he doesn’t even realize until someone else brings it up
— jack who’s patient when you’re moody. he lets you vent, lets you sulk and pout, then he starts with soft affection that he knows will make you crack. he catches that little smile you have when he says, “you still mad, baby?” and he knows he's won
— jack who leans down to murmur things in your ear in busy rooms, the closeness and his voice in your ear makes your brain go fuzzy and your thighs clench.
— jack who lets you sit on his lap while he’s reading or watching a show, his hands resting lightly on your hips to hold you in place, voice calm but low, whispering things like “stay still for me."
— jack who loves to give a playful little smack to your ass when you’re being bratty, just to see your cheeks heat up and your mouth go “ugh!”
— jack who slides behind you in the kitchen while you’re reaching for something high, presses himself against the back of you and whispers, “focus, baby,” and you can’t stop squirming
requesting literally anything with mel i love her 🙏
mel who finally gets the courage to ask you out. part one here!
mel doesn’t even realize she’s doing it at first. you’re both talking behind the nurses station when it happens. she’s mid-story, her hands moving, talking about this patient who kept asking for a doctor despite her stating she is one, and your eyes are on her like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be looking.
and mel just keeps going.
“and then dr. robby walks in like he’s gonna fix everything, which, of course, he does, and—” she cuts herself off with a soft huff, shaking her head, “sorry, i’m doing it again. i always just..talk.”
“i know,” you say, smiling. “i like it.”
her brain fully short-circuits for a second. she looks at you, really looks, and you’re so open, so sure, like this is the easiest thing in the world. like listening to her is not a chore, not background noise. it feels like something she’s never experienced before. she speaks a little quieter now, “even when i go on tangents about patients and movies and hospital policies?”
“especially then.”
she smiles, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she does. she looks down at her hands, fiddling with a pen and then, because she’s already talking and momentum is a powerful thing, the words just...keep coming.
“i just—i don’t know. i feel like i talk more around you, which is saying something, because i already talk a lot,” she winces a little, a little scared at how vulnerable she's being, then pushes through, “it’s just easy being around you, like my brain doesn’t have to filter everything first and i don’t have to worry about bringing up the ‘right’ thing or talking too long.”
she risks a glance up at you, her cheeks pink.
“so, um,” she continues, voice rushing now but still kind of low, her nerves finally catching up, “i was thinking, maybe, if you wanted, we could—not here, obviously, because this isn’t really appropriate, or romantic, but like, maybe we can get coffee? somewhere normal? with real cups?” she lets out a breathy laugh, like she can’t believe she’s saying this. “like. a date. maybe. if you’d want that. with me.”
you’ve never said “yes” faster in your life.
emery walsh hc's based off of this fic!
— emery who is 100% the type to spoil you through actions instead of big flashy gifts or speeches. she acts tough but then your favorite snack magically appears in the cabinet, your phone’s charged, and your hoodie somehow smells like her perfume.
— emery whose long shifts make her quieter, but not mean. never mean. but, when she finally snaps a little, it’s less anger and more “i’m overstimulated and you’re poking the bear, babe." she likes control at home because work is chaos all day.
— emery who notices bratty behavior way earlier than she lets on. the unread texts, the dramatic “i miss you give me attention rn” clinginess, the “i'm pretending to be mad at you so you’ll put me in my place” attitude. she stores it for later when she has the energy to deal with you properly.
— emery who used eye contact as her weapon, both in and out of the bedroom. she doesn’t have to raise her voice. one look and you already know you pushed it. the calm low tone she uses is worse than yelling.
— emery who’s big on “use your words” when you’re needy. if you get whiny instead of actually saying what you want, she will absolutely make you slow down and try again. she wants to hear you loud and clear.
— emery who, despite her faked annoyance, likes when you get clingy. she won’t admit it because she likes to think she’s fine on her own, but she loves knowing that she’s needed & wanted.
— emery who uses “there’s my girl.” praise always feels different from her because she doesn’t overuse it. when she says you did good or listened well, she means it.
— emery who’s possessive in a protective way, not the isolating or toxic kind. like arm around your waist in public, subtle guiding hand on your back, always positioning herself between you and chaos. very much “that’s mine” but she's quiet about it.
— emery who loves to shower with you after a long shift. it’s her reset ritual. she doesn’t feel like she can fully wind down until she’s under the hot water with you, whispering and kissing each other all over.
sorry but i really do believe in trinity not giving af what anyone has to say (majority of the time) but especially if she knows you back her
literally anyone: trinity i think you should work on your passive aggresiveness, it comes off as—
trinity: well my GIRLFRIEND THINKS—
rewatching the pitt and just staring forlornly at emery walsh like she's my husband who's off at war
come back soon o' husband of mine
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BELLY
hiii congrats on 100! i love ur wlw pitt fics so much :)
thank u 🥹 they’re def my fav to write !!! <3
in honor of 100 followers and 1k+ notes on my recent jack post (thank u thank u thank u), there will hopefully be a few more posts going out this weekend !
the tiktok “i found your bsf on hinge” trend made me think of this scenario
“yeah, by the way did you know robby’s on tinder?”
jack reaches for the chart you’re holding out for him, shaking his head with a small smile. you lean further into the counter of the nurses station. dana swivels in her chair to look down her glasses at you.
“and you’d know that how, kid?” she’s definitely not instigating. she’s just curious.
jack doesn’t ask permission before lifting your styrofoam coffee cup to his lips, considering you’d pushed it towards him moments before.
you nod, like it’s obvious. jack looks between you and the first page of the binder, attention divided.
he takes a sip of the watered down macchiato.
the taste isn’t amazing on his palate, however the remnants of your lipstick on the side of the cup make his throat bob as he licks his bottom lip.
“i found his account the other day.”
PAUSE
your gaze casually travels to jack, searching his face. give it a minute. just as the lines in his forehead deepen with contemplation.
dana’s lips curl in, turning in her chair like the wall is suddenly more interesting. her eyes catch shen walking in with his dunkin, and the broad look of I slept well last night.
“anything exciting yet?” he jokes, affectionately bumping your shoulder as he passes to check the board.
jack blinks.
“nope!” you answer, stifling a laugh.
okay now he looks homicidal.
you can feel his eyes on the side of your face, shen staring at the interaction with brief amusement, having no idea what he’d walked into.
“you’re pulling my leg, right?” jack tips his chin forward, falling into your eye-line.
it’s hard to not smile. but you must persist.
“about?” you laugh. waving a hand at him.
you’ve never seen someone so composed look so utterly confused. the expression on his face was almost comical.
he says your name like you’re in trouble.
“you have a tinder?”
your brows furrow, mouth opening like a fish out of water.
“what makes you say that?”
jack blinks again, harder, like he’s hallucinating.
“you just said,” he pauses, inhaling as he places a hand on the counter, the other running through his silver curls, “you’re messing with me, right?”
okay well now he just looks sad. unfairly so.
your lips purse, you can feel warmth filling your cheeks as you notice two extra pairs of eyes on the two of you.
okay. whatever. it was funny until jack was looking at you like you killed his puppy.
“fine!” you concede, “it’s a trend!” your confession is followed by shen’s muffled laughter as you smack both hands over your face.
you didn’t even last 5 minutes.
you can feel a firm hand on your waist, hot breath against your ear as jack moves to pass you, patient chart in tow.
“maybe try something funny next time.”
butch mel king, butch trinity santos and butch cassie mckay are all very real to me
pitt banter: when walsh is dating, then gets engaged to, and then marries her wife and her coworkers in surgery and the er get wind of it, it's immediately a new rebuttal for any of her sharp comments. like,
emery: (something something something snark about er physicians)
robby: (ignoring her comment) hey emery how's the mrs doing?
emery: ... wouldn't YOU like to know 🤨
god Dana with the unhoused man ik her ass is still never letting them slip through the cracks. she's a little colder this season, maybe, obviously traumatized and not doing great, but that's mama. that's always been mama always will be mama. "we keep offering." please I'm so soft over her can she hold me can we hold each other