what do you think about langdon x reader angst and smut idea, where they’re both doctors in the Pitt (reader being a student doctor/junior resident). they usually banter each other, “compete” with each other slightly and reader is sassy, trying to keep her ground. she is often on his cases but he is harsher on her than the others. one day she comes to work looking exhausted and in the end of the shift while she changes frank notices she is bruised. not much later her boyfriend calls and frank gets protective. he doesn’t want her to come back to this toxic guy, who sounds so angry over the phone. they end up at frank’s place and the tension between them finally snaps
Bruising 🃁 Frank Langodn
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wc: 2,200+
summary: frank was harder on you than anyone else. little did he know about what was going on behind the scenes
tags: (read carefully!!) domestic violence, bruises, discussion of violence towards a partner, protective frank langdon, harsh frank langdon, feelings realization, first kiss, angst, hurt/comfort
a/n: this turned way more angsty than planned!! (it felt a little too angsty to include smut so i'm sorry i didn't :/) as always send any requests my way!!! love you all and stay warm!!
(p.s go read my other new frank fic (it got marked mature by Tumblr) but go read it anyways!!!)
divider cred: @omi-resources
“Morning,” Trinity nudges your side softly, passing you a coffee.
“How’s my favorite R2?” You grin, shaking her softly.
“Already sick of charting. How’s my favorite intern?”
“Very tired. Thank you for the coffee.”
“Always. Don’t… let him kick your ass today, ok?” You give a tight smile, logging into your computer.
A whistle echoes across the floor, making your head snap up and meet Frank’s eyes, “I want you in on this trauma, c’mon!” Trinity shoots you a sympathetic glance as you grip your stethoscope and rush over to the trauma room. “I want you on compressions.” You nod, climbing up and begging for compressions.
“Can’t believe you still put up with him!” Garcia jeers.
“Put up with him is lenient.” You mutter.
“Leave her, Garcia.”
“Still protective over her, hm? I’m starting to think you might like her! Get ready for internal compressions!” You nod, watching Garcia cut open the patient.
“She’s my best student, that’s all.” Your stomach swoops with pride at Frank’s words, a rare moment of defense from him. Your fingers clutch the heart, pumping softly as Garcia continues to work.
“Hm! I bet!” Garcia gives a smile, “Clear!” All the hands move out of the way as Frank uses the internal paddles. “We’ve got a rhythm!” You smile, glancing up at Frank for a moment, the small flash of pride disappearing at his hardened look.
“Go do the sutures in curtain 3.” You nod meekly, stripping off your gloves and gown before pushing out of the room.
“You ok?” Trinity asks gently.
“Sure!” You grumble, making her laugh.
“I need you to listen to me during traumas. I’m your resident, don’t fuck around with Garcia while we’re trying to move things along, alright?”
“But you and Garcia–”
“You’re an intern, my intern. You need to keep focused on your work. Got it?” He looks up at you sternly from his computer, clicking off and walking away. You nod even though he wasn’t watching, wiping away the burn in your eyes and ignoring the way his sense of possessiveness made something flutter in your stomach.
“Less tight, we want a straight scar, not railroad tracks,” Frank mutters over your shoulder, making you jump, the warmth of his breath hitting your ear.
“Oh… uh… sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, fix it. Then I need you to pick the gravel from a roadrash in South 14, got it?”
“Yes, Dr. Langdon.” You nod meekly, refusing to meet his eyes. You slowly finish the sutures in silence, ignoring the way your eyes burn from Frank’s harsh tone. You politely excuse yourself once you’ve finished, moving into the bathroom and letting out a quiet whimper.
“Already?” Trinity asks gently, coming out of the stall and startling you, quickly wiping your eyes. Her arms come around you, and you gently sob into her shoulder.
“I just don’t understand why he’s so hard on me! Just earlier today, he called me his best student to Garcia, but then he’s nagging me over every small thing I do! What am I doing wrong?” You sniffle, looking at the other girl, her eyebrows pinched in sympathy.
“You’re an amazing doctor.”
“Well, my resident begs to differ!” You sniffle, moving to the sink to wipe your eyes and splash water on your face.
“What does he have you doing next?”
“Road rash.” She nods, gently fixing a few strands of your hair.
“Don’t let him get to you, ok?” You nod weakly, stepping out of the bathroom.
The shift had already been hell. Three pediatric deaths, two other codes, and a fight in the lobby. Your ankles were aching, arms heavy at your sides. Six PM rolled around, and you felt like you were out of your body, moving mindlessly through cases and typing up your charts. “Are you ok?” Frank’s voice rings out behind you, making you flinch and spin around to face him. The motion made you dizzy, but you reluctantly nod. “Go sit down.”
“I’m fine, Dr. Langdon. I’m fine.”
“Not what I said. Go sit. Now.”
“I’m fine!” Your voice raises and you notice the pairs of eyes that snap towards you. Hands grip your arms as you sit down in a chair. His eyes meet yours as he crouches in front of you.
“What’s going on?”
“Why do you suddenly care?” You bite out, making his brows furrow.
“I’ve always cared.” You watch Frank’s eyes drift across you, deepening with concern as he lifts the sleeve of your scrub top, finding the bruising. You rush to push his hand away, rolling backwards in the chair. “Let’s go to South Six. C’mon.” He says quietly, taking your hand to help you up.
“I just fell. It’s nothing.” You say quietly, but he shakes his head, continuing to walk.
The door shuts behind you, and Frank motions for you to sit on the bed. You follow, ignoring the way your shoulders slump in exhaustion. “I’m going to look at them, alright?”
“I told you, I just fell.” You whisper, picking at your cuticles.
“Then I’m just going to look.” He says gently, rolling up the sleeves of your scrub top. There was no doubt the bruises were from a strong grip. Frank feels something shift, tracing the skin softly. “Interesting that you fell directly on someone’s hands. Twice.” He mutters. You can’t help the tears as they fall in your lap, making him pause.
“It’s nothing.” You murmur.
“Do you want to tell me who did it?”
“Why would you care?” You sniffle.
“Because I care about you.”
“Oh, bullshit.” You scoff, furiously wiping your tears. “You’re the hardest on me compared to any other med students! You act as if you hate me, yet take me with you on every single case! Then you always find something I do wrong and hold it over my head!” Your words were spaced with sobs as he continued to softly examine your arms.
“I don’t hate you. I’m the hardest on you because I know you can do it. You’re the strongest student I have, that’s why I’m hard on you. Can you please tell me who did this?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters a lot. You’ve been off your game all day.”
“Surprised you didn’t mention it.” You scoff.
“Who did it?” He asks gently, making you look up at him. His gaze was tender and worried, making your body slump in defeat.
“Jared.” You whisper, breaking from his gaze.
“Jared? Your boyfriend?” He asks quietly, making you nod dejectedly. “Was it on purpose?”
“I was in his way.”
“How were you in his way?” Frank asks gently, rubbing your arms softly.
“I was in the kitchen… he needed a drink, and I was… in his way. He just… moved me.”
“I’m going to ask you a question that might be hard to hear and answer, ok?” You nod. “Are you lying to me? Was it sexual?” You let out another sob, and Frank softly grabs your hands. His face falls in sympathy as you weakly nod. “Alright… here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to go grab you some ice for the bruising, and we’re just gonna sit for a bit, ok? Then we’ll go from there.”
You’d read the Benefits of Handwashing poster on the wall probably fifty times, your arms numbed from the ice. Frank’s eyes bored into the side of your head, holding an ice pack in one hand, rubbing your back with the other. “Will you tell me what actually happened?” He asks quietly.
“I… He was being really rough last night. Lots of… man handling.” You say softly, adjusting the icepack against your arm. “I don’t… mind the sex… I just… don’t like when he’s rough.” Frank nods, watching you closely.
“I want you to stay the night at my apartment.” Your eyes snap up to meet his.
“What?”
“I want to make sure you’re safe. I want you with me.” He says gently. “I don’t want you around him.”
“I can’t take up space–”
“I’m offering you that space. Just take it, please.”
“If you’re uh… sure.” You sniffle, looking up at him as he nods.
“Let me know whenever you’re ready to go. I want this to go at your pace, ok?”
“Thank you… Dr. Langdon.”
“Frank. And don’t mention it. I need my best student to be ok.” You watch him stand and leave the room. His praise settles in your chest as you watch him, making the tears start all over again.
Frank’s apartment wasn’t what you’d expect. Drawings his kids had made littered every wall, pictures of them together plastered everywhere. Toys were scattered across the floor, making you smile softly as you kicked off your shoes. “Sorry that it’s kind of a mess. Tanner and June went back to their mom’s this morning.” You nod gently, still a little sniffly from your earlier breakdown. “Do you have clothes in your bag, or do you need some?”
“I can just stay in my scrubs… It’s no big deal.”
“I’ll grab you some clothes, alright?” You nod weakly, setting your bag down on the table. You glance down at your phone, watching Jared’s name pop up with vibrations from the device, making your stomach lurch. You shakily accept the call, watching Frank disappear down the hallway.
“Jared… hi.”
“Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be back three hours ago!” He shouts, making you wince.
“I’m… I’m not coming home.” You murmur, meeting Frank’s confused gaze as he moves back into the room, clothes in his arms.
“Like hell you aren’t! Get your ass back here!” Frank grabs your phone from your hand as you begin to cry again.
“Leave her alone, Jared. She’s not coming back tonight.” He says sternly, pulling you into his shoulder.
“Who the hell is this?”
“Dr. Frank Langdon. I saw the bruises. She’s not coming home tonight.” Frank hangs up the phone, tossing your phone on the table and hugging you tightly. “It’ll be ok.” He soothes you gently.
“Thank you, Frank…” You cry, gripping his scrub top.
“Always.” He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.
An hour or so later, you were wrapped up in a blanket on Frank’s couch, a random TV channel playing in the background. He was cleaning up dishes from dinner, moving through the kitchen. As he sits back down, he pulls you softly against his chest. Your ear lands against his heart, head tucked under the hood of his jacket that he was letting you borrow. The steady thumps of his heart lulled you into a soothing rest, his hand drifting along your back. “You ok?” He asks gently.
“Mhmm… thank you, Frank.”
“Look at me, sweetheart.” The pet name makes you bite back a soft smile, meeting his eyes. “You’re gonna be alright, ok?”
“My arms still hurt.” You sniffle.
“I know. I know they do.” His touch drifts to your arms, tracing the blotchy skin.
“Thank you… for everything.” You whisper as his hand drifts up to cup your cheek.
“I’m sorry that Jared sucks so much. I’m sorry you’re going through this… I’m sorry I let you get hurt.”
“You didn’t let me get hurt…” He nods, kissing your forehead, making a deep heat creep through you. “Do you really think I’m a good doctor?”
“You’re more than a good doctor. You’re a great fucking doctor. I’ll… try to not go as hard on you.” You nod weakly, tracing patterns on his chest. You meet his eyes again, and he dips down to gently press his lips to yours. You can’t help the whimper that slips into it as he pulls you closer, pressing more firmly into the kiss. The touch makes your stomach swoop pleasantly, your arms moving around his shoulders.
But then something snaps, and you pull away quickly, “Jared– He’s gonna kill me!” You sob out, making Frank shush you.
“He won’t know. And I’m not letting you go back to him. I just want to keep you safe.” He whispers, and you nod along, leaning up to kiss him tenderly again.
The weeks had been difficult. Frank had helped you move out of the apartment with Jared, letting you stay at his. You had met Tanner and June (who had loved you immediately) and slowly adjusted to living with Frank. He never pushed, nothing more than soft kisses and tender hugs. He’d pulled you from work for a few weeks, letting your bruising heal along with your mind.
He’d supported you through the healing, shifting into someone you thought you’d never know. He started going easier on you at work, but not in a way that belittled you, in a way that lifted your skills and helped you trust in your own abilities. Your confidence slowly started building, and you and Frank worked like a well-oiled machine. He’d take you home after work, work out the kinks, and keep you safe. It was all you needed. He turned out to be all you needed. “Hey, baby…” He says gently, walking into the kitchen after a long shift. “Whatever that is… it smells phenomenal.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Missed you.”
“Missed you, too… You been ok?” He caresses your cheek, and you nod.
“Better now that you’re home.” He grins softly.
“I got us an HR meeting tomorrow before our shift, alright?” You nod, and he can physically feel the nervousness rush through you, “It’ll be alright, ok? Trust me.”
“What if it isn’t?”
“It will be.” It was.
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