˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹. mornings with frank langdon
the pitt : anxious attachment!frank x reader
wc: 0.8k
warnings: mentions of rehab, reliance on a partner, anxious attachment, divorce mentioned
notes: post rehab frank, robby mention, mention of abby/frank divorce, hints of a previous unhealthy relationship with abby
His alarm went off at 4:30am for his morning shift, the same time every morning. It never seemed to feel any easier for him to wake up, untangle himself from you and slip out of the fresh sheets. He was so anxious about being far from you ever since rehab, it was like it he couldn't be himself without you.
He gently pawed at his phone on the bedside table to turn off the alarm before turning back to you so he could sleepily wrap his arms around you. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he held you tightly, savouring every moment before his next alarm could go off.
You slowly stirred and ran your fingers over his hair and mumbled, “Frankie…” but he protested by gently kissing your chin and smiling, his whole body pressed to yours.
“5 more minutes…” He whispered, his fingers gently rubbing your back as he shifted closer under the sheets to tangle his legs with yours.
The early morning chill was rife in your apartment so his chest felt warm against you as he shifted closer and closer, a sleepy smile on his face.
His next alarm went off, which you shifted to turn off, but he didn’t get up. Instead he took your chin to give you a sleepy kiss, tender and gentle, before pulling back to whisper, “I love you, angel…” It was as if he’d missed you in his sleep.
With genuine love and affection, you held his face and whispered, “I love you too, baby…but you need to get up and ready for work otherwise you’ll be told off again…” before giving him a quick kiss.
He just huffed and rolled out of bed, slowly shuffling to the bathroom. It was probably record time for the slowest he could get ready, but it was sweet watching him dig his heels in and drag out his morning.
After an hour or so, he finally sat at the edge of the bed, stroking your hair as he whispered, “I’m going now…” as he resisted the urge to crawl back into bed beside you. Feeling that same ache in his chest he got every morning.
You just nodded sleepily and murmured, “Your lunch is in the fridge, your flask’s on the draining board…it’s cold, take a jacket…” Causing him to smile and nod. You were always so sweet and thoughtful, helping him stay organised on the days where he couldn't.
He sat there admiring you for a moment before leaning down to kiss your forehead whispering, “Have a good day, baby…I’ll ring you if I get a break…” in a soft tone.
In a slightly clumsy, sleepy movement, you guided him closer to properly kiss him, lips pressed to his and fingers in his hair. Lovingly, he reciprocated the kiss, letting his fingers rove over you as he whined softly into your lips.
He had to pull back slightly to whisper, “Don't want to go yet, baby…” as you looked genuinely anxious about leaving you. It made your heart ache seeing him so distressed, so you sat up in bed.
“C’mere Frankie…” you whispered as you let him curl into you for a moment, checking the bedside clock to see he should really be leaving now. You held him tightly and pressed kisses to his hair, whispering, “I’ll be home when you get back, I’ll be here the whole time…you have to go to work…”
He nodded and just tightened his arms around you whispering, “I’m going…just don't leave whilst I’m there, need you here when I come home…” It was evident this was one of his bad days, the feeling of abandonment from his relationship with Abby, the quiet need for security, and his desire to stay close.
You nodded softly whispering, “I’ll be right here, we’ll order takeout tonight or have pancakes…I’ll find a film for us to watch,” and gently pressed a kiss to his forehead and mumbled, “Ring me on your lunch break and tell Robby you're having a bad day, okay?”
Frank finally nodded and pulled back, his gaze holding yours as he snuck a kiss to your cheek and mumbled, “Okay…” as he squeezed your hand and stood up.
You watched him walk out of the bedroom, and listened to his footsteps down the stairs, through the first floor to collect his things before the front door closed. With a sigh, you laid there and blinked back tears for Frank and reached for your phone.
You sent two texts that morning, one to Frank reading: “I love you, Frankie. You’re so brave, I know this morning was difficult for you but I know you can do it, I’ll be right here when you get home x”
The second was to Robby: “Frank had a bad morning, tried to sort it before he left but he’ll need you today.”
And then, you put your phone on the nightstand and fell asleep on Frank’s side of the bed and clutched the duvet, counting down until he’d be back home.
author's note: hello lovies!! this is the first I've written in a while (apologies) life has been all over the shop but found some time to write this, I hope you enjoy it and please do give it a cheeky like and reblog if you fancy showing some support!! x













