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𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: after an incident on stage at your show you're rushed to the hospital, what else could come from this experience besides getting your leg fixed? OR four private moments between you and your doctor and one extremely public one. 𝙬𝙘: 2.1k 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜: lover by taylor swift
𝑎𝑙𝑙'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡
𝙖/𝙣: hi friends so i met patrick ball on friday and unfortunately it was life altering and people are reposting it all over twitter and tiktok and even ONE PERSON ON HERE??? so gonna add some not-super-face-revealing flics down below to brag. that's my best friend.
one. private - mishap
"this hurts so fucking bad," you whined in pain in the back of the ambulance.
you'd just performed in your hometown of pittsburgh for the first time at the first venue you'd ever visited. it was small, housing around one thousand people. you had been signed to your record label for only a bit over a year at this point, and were starting to gain some traction around the weird so your manager thought it best to do a small tour, ending in pittsburgh. every show, you run off stage after your closing song, and this time, unlike every other time, you missed the last few steps and faceplanted in the ground, landing directly on your ankle and hearing a huge crack.
"you're gonna be okay, honey," your manager was holding onto your hand tightly. you and her were incredibly close friends, so you were grateful she was by your side right now. "thank god that was the last show of the tour, we'd be fucked."
your makeup was a wreck, as was your hair. as the medics wheeled you into the emergency room, you kept your mouth shut, wincing through your teeth.
originally upon arrival, a really nice lady named samira mohan was your doctor. she got your x-rays done and was just about to snap your ankle back into place when she was called into trauma. you heard a man's booming voice outside then call out a name, dr. langdon, along with your room number.
a man eventually enters. you ignored how attractive he was, which was hard.
"i'm doctor langdon," he nods at you.
you nod back. "hey."
he knelt down to get a better look at your leg. "this looks really rough. what happened?"
you sigh and shake your head. "i was wearing these stupid boots and tripped down a couple of stairs, fell in a weird way and heard a really loud crack and then cried all the way here."
he smiled sympathetically and then accessed your file. "well, you're in great hands. we'll need to snap the leg back into place and then cast it up for about six week, but after that and some physical therapy, you'll be good to go."
you exhale. "you are a lifesaver. i need my legs."
"you a dancer?" he pointed to your outfit and then crossed his arms. your outfit wasn't anything too special, but you knew why he'd asked that question. you wore sparkly biker shorts with a red v neck tank top, a leather jacket over your shoulders.
"singer, actually. i'm a horrible dancer."
he laughed a bit. "anything i'd heard of?"
you sigh. "not yet."
he smiles at you.
two. private - cast
"welcome back," dr. langdon smiled as he walked into the room. six weeks had passed and you were finally getting your cast off. it was a relief, you had to go back to new york to record your album and you really did not want to do that with a broken ankle.
you smile. "hey. i am so ready to get this off."
you were out of costume now, just in a pair of loose sweatpants and a crewneck.
a nurse knocked on your exam room door. "dr. langdon? you needed a cast--"
she looks over at you and her eyes widened. "wait, i-i know you. you're...y/n l/n?"
your eyes widened. you'd gained quite the fanbase, sure, but you'd never been recognized in person. "you know me?"
she smiles. "of-of course, i do! i saw your show a few weeks back at the roxian? you're incredible."
you could cry right now. meanwhile, langdon was just as shocked with wide eyes.
he eventually left the room and you continued your conversation with the girl as she took your cast off. her name was emma and she was incredibly sweet and you promised her she could come to every concert she wanted to until you retired.
after about an hour in the room alone, langdon knocked on the door and came in, closing it behind you.
"hey, just going to do another quick exam and make sure everything's good before i send you off."
you sit up and smile. he conducts his exam, just asking you questions about your life and your music. emma's piqued interest got him extremely curious.
"you're all good to go," he smiled with his arms crossed.
you exhale. "i can't thank you enough, dr. langdon--"
"you can, uh, call me frank."
you tilt your head and smile. "frank. cool."
he went home that night and listened to all of your music.
three. private - instagram
langdonfrank_: Hi, I know this is a long shot, but do you remember me?
ynln: no WAY you found me on instagram i'm deleting my account
langdonfrank_: 😂 Sorry!
ynln: of course i remember you i wouldn't be walking without you
langdonfrank_: Fair, and true. Still, it's been almost seven months now. And you've gotten so big as an artist!
ynln: :'))) still! i could never forget how's my baby emma doing
langdonfrank_: Gets better every day. I know this is probably weird for me to reach out like this, but I was wondering if you'd want to get dinner with me? I see you're about to be in town next week for your tour.
ynln: omg stalker alert i mean i'm down but...is this allowed?????? are there not laws??????? you're my doctor?????????
langdonfrank_: That really only matters if I was your permanent primary care doctor, which I'm not. I only treated you once, I'd just like to treat you again, this time for dinner!
ynln: oh my god you're so cute stop.
langdonfrank_: 😊
ynln: for the record though i live in pittsburgh😭 i know i post in nyc a lot and i do go there quite often to record but i still live in pittsburgh
langdonfrank_: Oh, cool So I can ask you out more than once then?
ynln: if u wish :P
four. private - oh
it had been almost three years now since langdon had reached out to you via instagram dms and asked you out on a date. boy, were you so glad you did.
he'd asked you to be his girlfriend after five perfect dates. he was so perfect in every way. so charming, so kind, even after fighting he knew exactly what to say.
you'd technically moved in with him almost a year ago at this point, though you did spend most of your time in new york now. your fanbase grew and grew and grew, and you're set to do your first world tour this summer. it was so nerve wracking but incredible. you were so proud of yourself. he was prouder.
since you'd moved in and even before, you'd always joke with him, asking where your ring was and when he'd proposed. he'd just laugh it off always, with a "soon," but god, secretly, you really were itching for it to happen.
he unlocked the door to your apartment after his shift and plopped down next to you on the couch. you immediately throw your arms around him and hold him tight as you did every night, then running to the kitchen and back to the living room and placing a plate on the table in front of him.
"as always, you are the most perfect girl on the planet," he kisses you before digging in. "what time does it start?"
he was referring to the grammy nominee announcement. your label had sent in your album and your songs for some awards this season and you were sick just thinking about it.
you exhale. "twenty minutes. i feel sick."
"why, my love?"
you shake your head. "well, i could not get nominated, which would suck, i've worked incredibly hard and really, really want this. but, i could also get nominated, and the pressure will grow immensely and i'm going to implode--"
he grabs the sides of your face and kisses you, and you immediately calm down. "no matter what, you are incredible. you're the best singer out there."
"you're biased--"
"i'm not. even before dating you, listening to your music...you are incredible. you deserve this."
you smile shyly.
he returns to his dinner. "besides, you're gonna get nominated. and then you'll win."
"shut up, i really could not--"
"you. are going to get nominated. and then you'll win. and then i'll go to work and brag about my girlfriend being a grammy winner."
"i'm definitely not going to win."
he shook his head, upset now that you were doubting yourself so much.
"okay, tell you what," he wiped his hands together and faced you. "there's been some talk about...stuff between us for a while now, and winning a grammy would be really worth celebrating, so..."
you tilt your head.
"if you win, i'll propose."
your eyes widen. "are you...kidding?"
he shakes his head with a smile. "that's how sure i am you'll win this."
you shake your head. "but what if i don't? what if...what if i don't even get nominated--"
"then you'll have to wait till next grammy season, baby."
you wanted to think he was joking but you couldn't tell. "frank--"
"shhhhh, it's starting."
you both screamed when your name was called.
five. public - the night
you couldn't stop shaking. not on the plane, not in the car, not on the carpet, not in your chair, not even after you put a glass of wine in your system. but langdon was there holding your hand every step of the way.
it was the first time he'd been seen with you publicly. he couldn't miss this. he begged robby for the weekend off, even if it meant double shifts when he got back. he needed to be beside you for this.
the fans online were freaking out about the revelation of your boyfriend. they knew he existed, you never shut up about him, but they'd never seen pictures that showed his whole face. the paparazzi was too, flashing lights everywhere.
"you sure you're okay with this?" you squeezed his hand and whispered in his ear.
he kissed your cheek. "it's for you, my love, i can take partial blindness."
you'd gotten the nominee for song of the year, record of the year, and best new artist, and so far, you'd lost the first two. it was okay, you were incredibly proud of the winners, both of which you were a fan of.
"and now the nominees for best new artist," the announcer called.
you started crying and you weren't sure why. you were just that nervous. langdon grabbed your hand.
"my love," he put his hand on your cheek. "why are you crying?"
you wiped your tears. "i really want to marry you."
he shook his head and kissed you smiling.
"and the winner is..." langdon grabbed your hand tighter.
when your name was called you immediately covered your face and sobbed, langdon standing up and pulling you into him, hugging you tight and whispering in your ears. you got to the stage and were handed your grammy and just looked at him. he was crying now, too.
"i..." you swallow, composing yourself. "thank you to everyone, my family, my friends, my fans, my manager, my...my love. this is insane. i...i am forever grateful of the journey i am on, of the music i make. i...i can never, ever, express just how much every listener means to me. to my friends and family, thank you for backing me every step of the way. my manager and my label for believing and taking a chance in me. my..." you look at langdon again, a hand was over his mouth and you can see the light reflect in his eyes. "frank langdon, i love you so much and this would not be possible without you. i owe you everything. and my fans, for being there with me every step of the way, this is for you."
you walk off the stage as applause erupts and you sit down next to langdon and hold on tight.
six. private - well
"what the actual fuck?" you screamed as you got in the car on the way back to your hotel.
"i told you," langdon grabs your hands. "i am so fucking proud of you."
you let his hand go. "okay, waiting," you hold your hand out towards him jokingly.
you did not expect him to start digging in his pocket.
your smile drops in the best way, just out of pure shock. tears fill your eyes again. "wait--"
"i'm a man of my word," he smiles. "plus, i've been hiding this under the bed for almost a year now."
you put a hand over your mouth.
"y/n l/n," he starts, voice already breaking. "you are the most incredible woman i've ever met and you take my breath away every minute of every day. i am in constant awe of your beauty, your kindness, your talent, your life. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. will you please, god, marry me?"
you were back to breaking down into tears as you nod and he slips the ring on your finger. "i hate you."
he pulls you in for the tightest hug. "shut up, fiance."
𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ! ☆♪
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