When you went to med school, half the time you spent studying was in his dorm, with an ice pack on your ankle, or head, or knee. You had the uncanny ability to walk into every wall possible yet somehow still do it accidentally; your ankle was practically always twisted.
Frank had the image of your guilty face knocking on his dorm door memorised. Your voice ‘Langdon, you don’t have another spare ice pack?’ Echoing in his head.
When you joined him at the hospital he thought you’d be better, you’d gotten older, more mature, you’d gained more spacial awareness.
How wrong he was.
Whenever you bent down to pick something up he always found his hand cushioning the table or counter for when you came back up and inevitably hit it. When you were walking and engrossed in conversation with him, he found himself stirring you in the right direction. When you were charting he found himself with a hand on the stool so you didn’t fall off (yes it actually happened once), and whenever you tripped his hand instinctively grabbed the collar of your scrubs to pull you up.
He passed it off as instinct, he’d know you almost forever of course he was attuned to your actions and clumsiness. And he was a doctor, he couldn’t bare watching someone get hurt.
Yet every time he gently stirred you in the middle of conversation, or when his hand cushioned your head; someone’s brow raised.
First it was Santos, then Mel, then Dana, then Mohan, then Robby. Money was already exchanging hands and a secret betting board was in place.
(Santons has $20 on 5 shifts until he kisses you, Mel has $10 on 3 until he asks you out, Dana has $10 on 4 until he kisses you, Mohan (and abbot) have $20 on 8 shifts until he asks you out. Robby pretends he’s bigger than betting on relationships but he has a secret $10 on 7 shifts untill you ask him out.)
Thinking about Frank Langdon x shy single mum reader
Your daughter is best friends with penny and they go to the same daycare and they have play dates often so you and Frank are well acquainted.
You two message from time to time, mostly about the kids but occasionally you invite him for dinner (and penny ofc) so maybe you two are bordering on friends.
Franks noticed how quiet you are, how withdrawn you are normally; he’s also noticed how every other a week a man, he assumes your ex, will pick your daughter up from daycare and he’s loud and big and imposing, the complete opposite of you.
One day when he’s at work there a trauma call for a child who’s had an allergic reaction or had heatstroke or has fallen and hit their head (something dramatic idk)
And boom.
Your daughter is wheeled in with your ex. And she’s awake and crying and calling him ‘Mr. Frank’ and your ex looks so fucking uncomfortable because he has no clue who Frank is.
Anways your daughter is fine but obviously you come running in straight from work and once you check her over you just stuck awkwardly in the room with your ex and then Frank comes in to give the all clear and you hug him and thank him for everything and he’s comforting you, telling you it’s fine and he owes you for the pasta you feed penny, all the while your still in his arms and he’s staring daggers at your ex.
Frank Langdon did not play favourites. He was perfectly reasonable and fair teacher. Sure, he wanted you on all his best cases, and maybe he let you do most of the exciting procedures, and maybe sometimes he helped you chart, but it’s not like he was playing favourites!
He’d only known you four days, and they were proving to be the best four days of his life. A fresh batch of interns and you seemed to draw his attention in every way, he couldn’t help himself; he wanted to be on all your cases, he wanted to chart with you, he wanted to pick your brain every time you looked off into the distance pondering a case. In a completely normal co-worker way, obviously!
“Dr Robby can I present?” He heard your voice across the nurses station and his head jerked up.
“Oh! I can take it!” He said immediately, pushing himself up from his stool.
Robby would think he was just trying to clear his plate and be helpful… and he was! He swears he’s just being helpful.
Even if he wouldn’t do this for any other intern. Even if when he gently takes the tablet from your hands, your fingers brush and it feels like he’s just touched heaven itself.
Maybe he was in deeper than he thought.
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I have a 5+1 Frank Langdon one shot planned but I cannot find the motivation to write it sorry chat 💔
Thank you anon, I’ve had this in my drafts for a while and needed an excuse to post it!!
More Langdon x clumsy!reader
Warnings?: no use of Y/N, head injury (very minor), self indulgent (sorry guys!!), wrote with fem reader in mind but can be read as GN.
Proofread like once while i was eating please forgive any errors!!
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Winter was the worst.
People came in for minor colds. Wait times were through the roof, which made patients so short tempered; it was almost impossible to breathe when doing an exam.
Shifts seemed to drag, 12 hours felt like a year, and despite the stress, the ED always had a chill in the air, meaning that whenever you were charting your arms were permanently crossed to persevere heat.
Surprisingly, today's shift went well. Without a hitch, yeah maybe a patient screamed in your face but what else was new? You didn't have any deaths today which was always a good sign.
The only thing is, you didn't get to work with Langdon.
You'd hate to admit it but he always seemed to be the highlight of your shift. When you would present a case to him he always had a steady hand on your back, gently guiding you through the chaos of the ED without interrupting you.
But today, with how many people there was to treat, you didn't get a chance to see him, you didn't even get a chance to eat lunch, too busy hopping from patient to patient.
But alas, you and Langdon seemed to have a gravitational pull.
You'd finished your hand overs, you'd said your goodbyes, pulled your coat on, and you were walking to the bus stop.
When a patch of ice ambushed you.
It felt like a scene from a cartoon really, for a few seconds your feet scrambled for grip on the ice (they didn't find any) and you found yourself on your ass.
The daze wore off in a second though, when you heared the ever so familiar voice.
"Fuck— sweetheart, are you alright!" Langdon was already by your side, hand on the back of your head checking for blood (you weren't even sure you'd hit it.)
"No, I'm fine, honestly! I fall all the time, l'm like... immune to getting hurt when I fall!" You made the weak attempt at defending yourself and gaining some dignity back.
Langdon just raised an eyebrow "No. normally when you trip I don't let you actually touch the ground," he sighed, "you should've told me you were planning on getting the bus. I would've drove you."
If his face was any indication, he wasn't impressed.
"Any pain?" He asked, flipping into doctor mode.
"No frank, honestly I'm used to falling. It's fine!" You argued back with him. Without the adrenaline you did feel a little ache on the back of your head (he must've seen you fall and knew you'd hit it before you even did) but it was nothing serious. You were a qualified doctor, you could accurately assess yourself!
"Saw you hit your head a little— should get you back in. Abbot would order a head CT" he said, hand running through his hair now, pushing it out his face.
"Frank, I'm okay," You said, "I'm fine, I'm going to stand up and go and get my bus before it misses me and I'm here another hour,"
Frank tensed up at that, immediately shaking his head "I saw you hit your head. I cannot let you go off unattended, you could pass out, or have a brain bleed! If you're refusing to let me take you in, at-least stay with someone tonight?"
You shook your head and started to stand up, his hands were immediately on your hips steadying you.
"Careful— tell me if it hurts. Please" he asked, lips pulling into a frown.
You nodded, hands immediately going to his biceps to steady yourself as you stood up. He was warm, that was the first thing you noticed. The second was how big his biceps were, your brain helpfully supplying the image of him during yesterday’s shift, planting an arm next to your head as he loomed over you to use your computer for charts.
You swallowed whatever was clawing up your throat down.
Guys i literally can’t stop thinking about this idea
Trinity santos x Whitaker’s twin sister
But it’s a criminal minds crossover
STAY WITH ME NOW!!!
You and Dennis both ran away from home because of your parents and the abuse you both faced and you both wanted to help people but you ended up doing it in different ways, you joined the FBI BAU and Dennis went to med school.
Fast forward a few years boom there’s a case in Pittsburg, the BAU solve it obviously, but while you there you go and see Dennis and you to his house and there’s his roommate trinity and you meet her that night and someone get her number and then a secret relationship hidden from Dennis and trained profilers blooms
As someone who has a deep routed fear of hospitals (from past experience) I can’t stop imagining Langdon x reader who doesn’t work at the hospital…
You hurt yourself at work or something, maybe cut your hand Cooking? And lo and behold you have to go to the ED.
You’ve known Langdon since high school (I’m not American so 14? Is that high school?) and he knows about your aversion to hospitals, so when he sees you in chairs he’s immediately giving you the VIP treatment and rushing you back.
He’s trying to comfort you and check you wound to see if you need stitches but everytime he pulls away your makeshift bandages your breathing picks up and your breaths come in little hitches and it’s breaking his heart…..
Warnings: mentions of addiction, no use of y/n, heavily implied that reader has an opioid addiction, medical inaccuracys, normal The Pitt warnings.
Words: ~1k
Briefly proofread
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Frank Langdon didn’t like being noticed. Even before rehab, he was terrified someone would notice. The slight tremors, the sweat, the energy. Now, after rehab, he was terrified someone would notice how out of place he was. Without faux confidence he felt like he didn’t belong back in the ED.
So instead of being noticed, Frank started to notice other people. It started 18 months ago, before rehab. Pittfest. A new set of interns and residents. He met Mellissa king. An incredibly talented doctor, and in true Frank fashion. He noticed.
Noticed how she scrunched up when he walked behind her, noticed how she had a tendency to zone out.
And that’s when Frank decided he wasn’t going to let another younger doctor fall through the cracks again.
When he came back from rehab there was a whole new set of interns, med students, and residents. And that’s where he saw you. R2, transferred from westbridge.
You never stopped. That was the first thing he noticed. When you were talking to him you were rocking onto the balls of your feet, when you were charting your fingers were drumming on the desk, when Robby was giving a brief your hands were messing with everything they could.
At first he chalked it up to just average high energy, then maybe he thought ADHD, but he just couldn’t grasp you, like at all.
He was in the break room, the shift was quiet for the first time in hours, so he was treating himself to a horrible coffee (beggars can’t be chosers).
“Hi Dr. Langdon!”
He gave a small hum of greeting as he heard you approaching, placing yourself next to him.
“This was my first Necrotizing Fasciitis case” you said, leaning on the counter “I’d only ever seen them in textbooks— I didn’t realise that it happened so fast.”
He raised an eyebrow “Yeah. Yeah, it’s a hard catch.” He nodded. If you were anyone else he’d tell you to sit down, prep you for the impending adrenaline crash; but you were you, and you never crashed.
“You want a coffee?”
You shook your head, fingers drumming on the counter. He stood in silence with you for a few minutes, his eyes flitting over you. You had some blood stains lingering on your scrubs and your undershirt, it made him want to tell you to take the rest of the shift off and go home.
“How are you so calm?” You finally piped up.
“What do you mean?” He tilted his head at you, the tiniest hint of concern glinting in his eyes.
“You— practically everyone— you just had to tell someone her legs going to amputated. Before we had a little girl who was DOA and- and everyone is so fine” you said, eyebrows furrowing together.
He shook his head, no one who worked in emergency medicine was fine. He didn’t know if you knew about his rehab stunt yet, because of how much you seemed to trust him he’s pretty sure you hadn’t heared the gossip. You obviously didn’t know how some people couldn’t cope, how it sent people into downward spirals, how they’d had doctors who threw themselves off the roof, how some doctors resorted to drugs and alcohol.
“No one is this ED is fine” he said “Abbot is on the roof every shift, Robby rides a fucking motorbike, Whittaker chose to live with Santos. Everyone is a bit fucked up in the head; you just have to find a way to cope.”
“How—“ you paused for a second, searching for the words “How do you cope?”
He blinked at you, searching your face. All he found was worry, your hands were wringing at each-other, a slight tremble. He took a deep breath
“I used to take benzos,” he begun, no point sugarcoating it, he was refusing to look at you, “I was addicted— I’m not taking them anymore— and that was the only way I knew how to cope. Now, I have a video of my daughters dance recital, after a hard case if there’s time I find a space— normally here— and I watch her. remind myself what’s waiting for me.”
He couldn’t meet your eyes, he didn’t wanna see the obvious look of disgust, he could already see the request to HR, asking to have another supervisor.
“The hospital… helped you get over you addiction?” You asked quietly, your eyes curious as he looked up at you.
“Yeah— yeah Robby sent me, they didn’t pay but...” He trailed off, his hand pushing his hair out of his face, coffe abandoned on the counter now.
He was looking at you now. His eyes flitting over you, looking for something he’d missed before, searching for the missing puzzle piece.
“And they didn’t take your license?” You asked, voice soft, slightly concerned but not in that judgmental way he’d grown used to.
“Sweetheart you know you can tell me if there’s something bothering you? If there’s anything that could affect your performance tell me and I can help.” He said, head following your eyes.
You shook your head, hands moving to tighten your ponytail, a nervous tic he’d noticed before.
You two stayed stood in silence for another few minutes, your eyes on his shoes. The silence wasn’t too awkward, he got a sense that you needed something calm, something to help you decompress.
The calm was interrupted by Dana throwing the door open “you two prescribe any dilaudid recently?” She asked, eyes more panicked than normal.
Frank shook his head “No— why what’s up?”
“We’re missing a vile” she said, running a hand through her hair as she left.
Frank turned to you, your teeth were biting your lip, hard enough that there was a small trickle of blood, your eyes had that glaze over them that Frank recognised.
Mel is relatively new to the coven and Franks obviously taken a liking to her, and he’s been trying to court her for weeks!! He’s done every courting gesture a vampire could possibly do and she’s still clueless!!
He lets her feed from him, he goes hunting with her, he steals her clothes and jewellery, he picks her flowers and she accepts it all with a smile but never formally accepts his courtship.
Frank is practically ripping his hair out because he doesn’t know what to do and he’s pretty sure Mel’s rejecting him, but she still feeds from him, so maybe she’s not rejecting him but he’s just so confused!!
(Mel had never been educated on proper vampire courting gestures because she was too busy looking after her sister to read up on them, and her sire died before he could teach her)
