#captainscurvy fics

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@xwilltruman inspired me to create a lil' moodboard to go along with Condensation so here's Frank and Shen's romantic getaway in the woods

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WIP Wednesday

lil' Frank/Abby/Robby thing I'm working on

When Noah was three weeks old, Tanner came home from daycare with a nasty flu. Frank started sleeping in Tanner’s bedroom so he could take care of his son and keep it away from the baby. Tanner was back to leaping off the furniture in under a week. Frank, not so much.

With Tanner running around and a newborn, Abby needed the help. It really wasn’t an issue for Robby to come over when he wasn’t on shift. Stay there while Frank recovered. Help take care of both Frank and his kids.

He insisted on sleeping on the couch for the first two nights, but he really was comically too big for it. Either both calves or his head had to hang over a side and really only half of his shoulders fit. He could only curl up so tightly and still run the ED.

At least, that’s what Abby said when he came in on the third night to find a blow up mattress taking over most of the Langdon family’s living room and Tanner throwing a set of freshly laundered sheets around, doing his best to bounce on the mattress hard enough to break it. It looked pretty fancy.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! Wob! Ee!”

“Welcome back, Robby.” Abby’s burrowed in the corner the corner of the couch, nursing Noah.

“You really didn’t have to do all this.” Robby yanks the edge of the top sheet and sends Tanner sprawling with helpless giggles. “We’ll be lucky if we can keep Frank in bed for much longer.”

Abby rolled her eyes and reached one almost perfectly manicured foot (Frank’s skills are still developing) to dig her toes into his thigh. “If it helps you get over your debilitating fear of admitting you have basic needs, just pretend we did it for the sanity of your staff. They don’t need you any grumpier than you already are.”

“Abbot says you looked like a rat run over by a dump truck this morning!” Frank calls through the guest room wall.

Robby pauses his mission to dangle Frank’s son by his ankles to arch an unimpressed eyebrow at the guest bedroom come viral war zone.

“It’s a miracle he waited this long to beg for attention.” Abby winked. “You’ve been here for ten minutes. He hasn’t seen you in almost thirteen hours.”

Robby threw a giggling and squirming Tanner onto the mattress and stalked to the guest room door to push it open. He leaned against the door frame and tried to glare at the scraggly lump of blankets and bed head that was his best resident. It was probably softer than he was aiming for. “Abbott is on vacation.”

The fluffy hair becomes an entire head popping out of the nest. There was still a vacant film over Frank’s eyes and a clammy pallor to his skin. He looked exhausted, but he was smiling. Certainly not concerned that Robby caught him in a lie. “Oh, must have hallucinated that part.”

Robby pushed himself off the door and closed it behind him to keep out inquisitive toddlers. “How’s the fever?”

Frank shrugged. “Doesn’t feel like it broke. Haven’t checked in a while.” He made no move to reach for the thermometer, so Robby grabs it for him and sits down on the edge of the bed near Frank’s exposed hip. He’d thrown a leg out of his blankets in a sad attempt at temperature regulation and his old Yale t-shirt has ridden up.

He cooperates with Robby sticking the thermometer in his ear. Not even a single wisecrack, which is concerning enough all on its own. In the few seconds they wait for it to beep out a verdict, Frank lets his eyes drift closed again.

101.4

Not Robby’s favorite number three days in, but nothing they can’t handle at home. The three of them.

“Thanks for taking care of my kids.” Frank’s whisper is raspy. Robby should get him more water. “And Abbey.”

“And the most spoiled patient in Pittsburgh.” Robby slides off the bed and digs Frank’s water bottle out of the nest. “You.”

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Frank was probably looking at her like a mutated ghoul here to haunt him or suck out his soul, so that last part was pretty impressive. Frank swallowed and tried to get some control over his expression. “Hey, Cassie.”  “Hey, Frank.” She slid into one of the two chairs across the table from him. Robby’d already wandered over to the water fountain to grab them a few cups without a word. He was giving them a moment alone to adjust to the reality they found themselves in. Frank felt a rush of thanks for him. “Sorry to drop in like this.”  Frank shook his head and scrunched some of the hair laying against his nape between his fingers. It was getting longer than he preferred. “No, it’s good to see you. Good to see anyone, really, around here.” He knew his smile was strange. His face didn’t do it automatically anymore. He had to think about it. Like relearning how to hold a pencil.  Cassie played with one of her hoodie strings and smirked. “Yeah, I remember.”  “That why Robby brought you?” The soft scrape of hair rubbing back and forth between his fingers made this whole conversation feel safer. “To give me someone who remembers? Who isn’t in it, but has been before?”  “And to have a buddy for you first meeting after rehab.” Cassie’s smile was nice. Just the barest hint of teeth. It wasn’t her patient smile, either, which was a relief. Frank felt like a patient to enough people right now. “You get out soon, right?”   Get out. Like prison. Frank thought of the monitor on Cassie’s ankle under the table and felt acid in his throat. They should take it off her and slap it on him. 

it's still a ways away, but mayhap someone will be joining our beloved @silverhandy in the shendon tag soon ...

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WIP GAME

Rules: make a 24hr poll listing the titles to every wip you want to work on (it's fine if you only have one, still make a post for the vote count). whichever wip gets the most votes, write one sentence for every vote received.

What WIP Should I Work On?

Shen is Frank’s sponsor (shendon, polyamory, slow burn)

Frank learns how to ask for the intimacy he needs (also shendon, porn with plot)

Object insertion kinktober fill (Robby fucks Frank with a laryngoscope)

Voting ended onSep 21, 2025

I was tagged by the lovely @vernyhore. Well, my main blog was. Oops. Been struggling with writer’s block lately along with general exhaustion, so you guys get to help me with motivation! Tag whoever you want. I’m tagging @eveningspirit and @queersyourgender

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

#SlutStrand Kinktober Day 2: Sex Toys Under Clothing!

Robby surprises Jack with a bold gift.

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Laryngoscopy (Or Something)

#SlutStrand Kinktober Day 1 is finally here!

We're a bit behind because I was sniped by illness, but here's some gratuitous Robby/Langdon fucking at work for you.

Day 1 is Object Insertion.

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uh so uh I'll just leave this here

Low Down Rolling Stone

☕︎ the pitt ☕︎ M ☕︎ references to drug use, drug abuse and addiction recovery ☕︎ 1/? ☕︎ Abby Langdon/Frank Langdon and developing Frank Langdon/John Shen

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Several Sentences Sunday

this thing I'm writing instead of working on LDRS ch.4

thanks @a-way-we-go for continuing to reinforce the RobbyFrankAbbot bug in my brain

It was Jack that Frank was obeying when he fumbled the door open, but it was Robby who stepped past Jack to fit one palm over Frank's chest and the other between his shoulder blades. It was Robby who started counting and squeezing in time. It was Robby who Frank wanted to flee from even as he leaned closer.  Jack busied himself getting a glass of water from the kitchen while Robby dragged Frank back from hyperventilation. It was their first time seeing Frank's new apartment, but Robby lead Frank back to sit on his shitty Ikea couch like he helped Frank build it all those weeks ago. Seven weeks ago. When Frank and Abby decided this was permanent.  That their babies living in two different houses was permanent. That going to bed in two separate beds was permanent. That no longer having coffee together in the morning was permanent. That Frank no longer getting flowers every week for their dining table was permanent. That no longer leaving sticky notes for each other was permanent.  And he didn't blame Abby. Could never dream of blaming or hating Abby or turning this divorce into some tv spectacle. But it was all so permanent. It became permanent all at once even though their decision evolved over months and months. Their decision wasn't made lightly. But the permanence felt as sudden as a sledgehammer.  If they knew where he lived and where he kept his glasses and where the couch was so quickly, could they see all the places he kept his stashes? Would they know five minutes in the exact number of pills Frank had on him?  Would they have an exact replica of the calorie count burned into Frank's brain in theirs? How long until they opened Frank's refrigerator? His cabinets? Maybe Jack already had when he went searching for glasses.  Robby was still counting. Murmuring near Frank's ear. Jack was sitting on his coffee table with the glass of water at the ready. Frank couldn't hold it until his hands stopped shaking.