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[hyper-fixation-land]

Freshly therapized Frank Langdon seeing Robby’s personality for what it actually is (20 different coping mechanisms in a trench coat )

[angywritesstuff]

The shortage of new Robby x Langdon and Abbot x Langdon stories on AO3 is killing me

[rowyndodendron]

Abbot/Langdon: Adrenaline Junkies

THE PITT 1x10 vs S02x15

[brawlite]

i know i've said it before but i think that fucking frank langdon within an inch of his life would fix robby. and it would fix frank. and it'd fix robby's relationship with langdon. and maybe if jack helped, it would probably iron out the relationship between robby and jack, too.

what i'm saying is that a fully fucked-out, sweaty, panting frank langdon twisted up in robby's sheets would fix everything. it's simple math!

[puppydogwhitaker]

just imagining a world where jack and frank are married.

jack had a nickname at home, abby. it wasn’t even supposed to be the girl’s name. it came about completely independently.

so frank talks about his spouse ‘abby’ all the time. it was a convenient way to not have to lie about his personal life, but also not have to come out as being married to an attending. they were almost always on opposite shifts so it rarely mattered anyway.

everyone found out somehow. maybe they come in together for a mass tragedy and people see them get out of the same car, maybe jack gets hurt and asks them to call his husband. either way, they can’t hide their familiarity.

when the dust settles, and word gets around that frank and jack are together, trinity is the brave soul to inquire about it directly.

“i thought your wife’s name was abby,” she said with a penetrating, calculating stare.

“no,” frank shook his head. “i always said my partner ‘goes by’ abby.” trinity narrowed her eyes in confusion and disbelief. frank explained, “jack abbot. abby. i don’t even remember how the nickname happened, but it’s what i call him.”

everyone listening in on the conversation made an obvious ohhh noise. frank couldn’t believe this place sometimes.

[schrodingersregret]

I want Abbot to witness Robby being dismissive and dickish to Langdon so bad purely because I want to know his reaction to all of that. We've seen Dana's, and she is absolutely not happy about it, so I'm curious what Abbot's view on things is.

This has just made me want to read anything frank/jack maybe some Jack sticking up for frank to Robby and comforting frank🫶🏻

I have been dying to write some Abbot/Langdon recently. How about we swap Mohan for Langdon, and we get a little eh/c as a treat. Plus Abbot promising to talk to Robby.

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Frank wasn't sure if the thing burning through his chest was anger, or if it was embarrassment, or just the heat from the day starting to infiltrate into the ER, but either way, he felt absolutely stifled by it.

Dana warned him, she did, but fuck, could you blame a guy? Six hours into a shift and the most Robby had done was second guess every step he took with a patient they both knew he did everything with. They had to know, Robby had to know there was no fucking way he could guess necrotic fasciitis from a pretty cut and dry cellulitis case. No way.

He had to find somewhere. Just for a second, just for a moment. Just to breathe.

Closing his eyes tight for just a second, keep himself grounded, taking a deep inhale before opening them and scanning as he walked through. Moving as normally as he could, scanning open door and patients in beds and the outline of scrubs until-

There. Closed door, no doctor, probably waiting for a turnover.

He walked in as subtly as he could, acting like he actually had a good reason.

This was normal. Doctors took a minute in a empty room if they could find it all the time, it was practically the only way to get peace in here.

Frank grabbed the curtain to pull it back, to slip inside an take a breather, and every thought stopped when he saw that the room was occupied.

"Jack?"

He startled the man hard enough as he was undressing to automatically go to cover himself, relaxing when he realized who it was. "Doctor Langdon, hello."

All that did was get him to roll his eyes and make Jack smirk, taking a small step back to take in the scene and absolutely not ogle his boyfriend. "What are you doing here? I thought you were doing SWAT today."

"I was." Jack sighed, stretching his neck out a little as he sat down. "One of our guys got shot, he's up in the OR right now."

"Shit. He gonna make it?"

"He should. Garcia promised to take care of him."

"Oh yeah, her words hold a lot of weight. Like a feather." That got him a small look, just making him smile before gesturing a hand to the tray. "And all this?"

Without looking up, Jack opened an antibiotic ointment packet, picking up a cotton swab after. "Bullet grazed my vest, I'm fine, Frank."

The assurance was automatic, probably used to Frank's worry after dating him long enough. Unfortunately for him, the moment the world bullet was mentioned, any idea of playing this down went out the window.

"What?" Frank dipped around now to examine, not touching yet, stepping back to look at Jack with what he hoped to be a mix of irritated and disbelieving. "You got shot."

"Shot at."

"Broke skin, pretty sure that counts as getting shot. Jesus, babe." He took a step back to grab gloves, scanning Jack over as he did. "Hiding anything else from me?"

Jack let out a long sigh and a minute shake of his head as he held up the swab, rolling his shoulders back. "How's your first day going?"

"Oh, just fucking peachy. Think cutting my arm off with your pocket knife might be less painful."

"I keep her sharp, it'd probably hurt less than you think." That got him to smile a bit, Jack's voice already helping soothe that nervous part of him drawing his fingers to his rubber band over and over. "That bad, huh?"

Frank shrugged, taking his time spreading a layer over the scrape. It really was very minor, but Jack could bet on Frank kissing the scar once it was healed. "Robby's being a dick."

Jack nearly snorted, making Frank flick him once (away from the active wound, thank you) before continuing care, which got a more proper chuckle and a turn of his head to look at him. "Treat all your patients like that, Doctor Langdon? Gonna have to report you to the board."

"No paperwork, you can't report shit." Frank smiled, leaning forward to pick up the right dressing.

They fell into a nice quiet as he put the bandage on, running his thumb over the edges and pressing his lips to Jack's shoulder before moving to go pull off his gloves. "Keep it clean and covered until it scabs over, if you notice any discharge or-"

Jack huffed, shaking his head as he grabbed for his shirt. "I'll wish I got actually shot if you try to walk me through wound aftercare."

Frank rolled his eyes, pushing the tray to the side to stand in front of him. "Nobody gets shot, and I'll check it when I get home tonight. Deal?"

Jack hummed, putting his hands on Frank's hips to pull him a little closer. "Deal."

Taking the cue, Frank dipped down just a little to steal a small kiss, so stabilized just by him being here, pressing his forehead to Jack's temple after. "Robby really is being an asshole."

Now that he was closer, Jack put his arms more around him, 'hm'-ing quietly. "Yeah? How so?"

Frank debated the pros and cons of telling him. He knew he'd have to sooner or later, Jack would want to know, even if he and Robby were friends. It felt a bit like spilling dirty laundry, sharing with Jack something that rattled him hard enough to make him seek out an empty room, but there was always the chance Robby might tell himself.

He used to be able to read Robby pretty well. Now? He had absolutely no idea.

He let out a long sigh, closing his eyes. "Told me he doesn't know if he wants me here."

Jack went a little too still for his liking, pulling back some to look up at him. "He said what?"

It wasn't accusatory. Not yet, at least. Frank swallowed, wondering if he made the right choice with all of this.

"That, he didn't know if he wanted me in his ER." Frank said it a little quieter this time, feeling the words cut right up through his throat.

Jack stared up at him, pursing his lips after and slowly nodding. "Fuck, alright. I'll talk to him."

"No, Jack, c'mon-"

"Nope." Jack reached a hand up to pull him back into resting against him, tilting his own head into it. "I can hear your gears turning, Frank, stop overthinking it. That's not cool. At all."

Shit.

Frank closed his eyes tight at the confirmation. Even if it was from someone he was seeing, he knew Jack had a pretty decent objectivity to him. Hadn't had a problem before telling Frank when he was out of line. Told him point blank that was shitty when he recounted his and Robby's last fight, making him cringe even if he knew it.

Jack brushed a hand through Frank's hair, a little sticky with sweat. "We'll figure it out, alright?"

He sighed. Conceding the point felt a bit like giving in, like saying he lost. Like giving Robby the point that he got to him.

"Yeah, Jack." Frank nodded a bit, feeling Jack smile. "Alright."

[beausling]

nobody else is shipping jack abbot and frank langdon as hard as me

[rrrobbin]

Don't know where I'm going with this, but Frank with slightly clumpy mascara, and eyeliner that makes his blue eyes seem that much bluer, that much bigger and lipstick that's just slightly smudged, in the Pitt, because he was out or something on his day off, and there was a medical emergency there and he did a ride along because the college kid was scared.

He's in the Pitt all dressed up, in makeup, in the Pitt with his hair dishevelled and his cheeks still flushed and lipstick slightly smeared and his blue eyes emphasised by the eye makeup, and Robby, Jack, and Dennis having to suffer in the best of ways of the image of Frank looking like that for hours, while they individually try not to loose their minds at how fucking pretty he is.