#dad!frank

[lovelybucky1]

Imagine crybaby!reader crying during an argument with Daddy!frank and he starts to soften but you're like IGNORE THE TEARS, IM PISSED 😡 😢

- @moth-murdock

it’s such a stupid argument, certainly not something worth crying over, but you can’t help yourself. every time you get worked up like this, you inevitably end up crying. it’s not out of sadness or to get pity, it’s just what happens when all that anger and frustration build up in your body.

you started to cry and now frank is taking pity on you, trying to backtrack and apologize, but you're not done arguing with him.

"hey, take it easy, sweetheart. deep breaths, okay? don't work yourself up too much."

"i'm fine, frank. don't try to change the subject," you huff.

"i'm not, baby. you were right, i'm sorry. will you please calm down?"

"fuck off, i don't need you to take care of me."

you storm away with hot tears rolling down your cheeks and instead of chasing you so he can help you calm down, frank lets you go. you obviously need some space and he can let you have that for now.

[a-way-we-go]

frank langdon and his loose ring of sadness

[ghostlypawn]

NICELY DONE, DR KING...

MELISSA KING + JOKES

[writtendaydreamm]

Allergies and Accidents

Summary: Y/n and Langdon's son has an allergic reaction at school and is rushed to the ER

Author's note: There are not enough Langdon fics on here so I tried my hand at it with this little scenario that came to mind. I have no medical knowledge so please don't expect accuracy with the medical details lol but I tried my best.

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1:03 PM

McKay noticed Y/n immediately. Familiar faces are always the easiest to spot here - they’re the ones you never want to see. She came through the entrance frantic and pale faced, trying to squeeze through the mess of people packed into that waiting room tighter than sardines in a can.

“Alright guys, do a round and make sure no one’s dying before they get into a bed,” McKay instructed the row of interns following behind her like little ducklings.

Making a beeline to y/n, she eyed her up and down assessing for any possible injuries. No visible cuts or wounds. No signs of trauma or pain. Other than the obvious fact the poor girl was about to have a full blown panic attack, she looked fine. 

“Cass! Oh thank god,” Y/n exclaimed, grabbing onto McKay earnestly. She had a vice grip and was not letting go until she got some answers. 

“What’s going on, are you alright? What are you doing here?” 

“It’s not me,” Y/n said, holding back a sob. “It’s Theo.”

12:31 PM

Typing up his report on the college kid with pancreatitis in South 12, Robby settled into a chair. He thought to himself it must’ve been his lucky day. He barely got a chance to use the restroom let alone a chance to sit down. It was almost unheard of. 

The thought alone must’ve jinxed him as Dana called out for him the second he got comfortable. He gave her a tired look over his glasses thinking, what now. 

“EMS rolling in with a 6 year old male. Anaphylaxis. Low BP, dropping O2.”

“ETA?”

As if on cue the automatic doors slid open for two first responders wheeling in a young boy. He was wheezing, gasping for air. Jumping into action, Robby, Perlah, along with 2 interns opened up a room as the EMS gave their report. 

“Six year old male, Theo Langdon. Severe anaphylaxis, failed EpiPen at school.”

The name caught Robby off guard. No, it couldn’t be. Eyes dropping down to get a better look at the boy as they transferred him from the stretcher onto the bed, Robby’s jaw went slack. Perlah who had come to the same realization looked at him wide-eyed in shock. 

“Alright, we’ll take it from here, thanks guys,” Robby dismissed the responders before addressing their new patient. 

“Hey bud, it’s Dr. Robby. I know you're struggling right now, but we’ve got you, okay.” Pressing his fingers along the boy’s throat assessing the swelling and looking for signs of a possible tracheal deviation. No deviation yet which was good, no need for immediate intubation. Using his stethoscope against Theo’s chest and throat, he listened closely for stridor and absent breath sounds. “Get him on continuous pulse ox, full cardiac monitoring. O2 status?”

“88% on 15L non-rebreather,” Perlah replied, adjusting the mask on the boy’s face. 

“I do not want to intubate if possible, but if it drops below 85%, we have no choice. Get RSI meds ready in case we lose the airway.” 

Pointing at one of the interns, Whitaker, Robby ordered him to step out, find Dr. Langdon and keep him away from this room by any means necessary. The intern hesitated, clearly confused by the request, and honestly a bit offended that he was the one to be sent off over the other intern. Gathering what guts he had, Whitaker spoke up.

“Dr. Robby, I’d really prefer to stay-”

“And I’d prefer that Dr. Langdon not walk in and see his son like this,” Robby countered without a beat. 

A flash of understanding spread across Whitaker’s face as he rushed out of the room to do as instructed. Robby spared a quick glance out the doors watching the young intern weave his way through the bustle of the ER floor in search of said doctor. No matter how long you’ve been on the job or how much trauma and gore you’ve dealt with, nothing will ever compare to the sickening feeling of seeing a loved one here. And the last thing they needed in this room was another Langdon in distress. 

Wrapping his stethoscope back around his neck, Robby stood up determination setting in. He was not going to let anything happen to Theo. Not in his ER. They needed to open his airways and stabilize him fast.

“Nebulized racemic epinephrine stat.”

12:40 PM

Walking back to the nurses station, Dr. Langdon was feeling quite pleased with himself. 

A woman had been rushed in with a ruptured spleen and internal bleeding after a bad car crash. Distended abdomen, severe blood loss, BP dangerously low and on the decline. She was losing too much blood too fast. She was going to crash. She wouldn’t have made it to the OR if he hadn’t acted as fast as he had to stop the bleeding and relieve the abdominal pressure.

“The peritoneal lavage. The IV vasopressor. That was really quick thinking. I mean you didn’t even hesitate,” Mel thought out loud, joining him at the counter. “I’d never seen that much internal bleeding managed outside the OR before.”

“Yeah?” chucked dryly, “Well, get used to it.”

Only half listening now as Mel rambled on, he pulled out his phone and in an instant whatever high he was on after working on that patient was brought crashing down seeing his notifications.

15 missed calls, all from Y/n.

“Well do you think she’s gonna make it? In the OR I mean?” Mel asked, oblivious to the fact the man beside her was on the verge of mentally spiraling. 

“Um, it's in their hands now,” he answered absently, gesturing over to the OR as he walked off leaving Mel to swallow whatever she was about to say next. 

He didn’t mean to be rude, but whatever Y/n was calling about had to be something urgent. 15 missed calls. She never called him during his shifts. She’d text if she needed to tell him something. But even then sparingly and about little things, like needing to grab eggs and milk on his way home, or to update him that she and the kids got home safe. She never called. Not unless something serious was happening. His mind raced with the worst case scenarios as he paced down the hallway, phone pressed tight against his ear. Maybe she got into an accident again - she was always getting into little accidents and incidents. Or maybe she was having car trouble? But they’d just gotten both their cars serviced and paid a pretty penny for it too. Was it the kids? God he hoped it wasn’t one of the kids. 

“Hello, Frank?”

“Hey baby, sorry I missed your calls. I had this patient crashing and-” 

She didn’t give him any time to finish, cutting straight to the chase. 

“Theo was rushed to the ER.”

12:49

“Vitals,” Langdon demanded, bursting into the room pushing right past Whitaker.

Really? Robby looked at Whitaker who could only shrug apologetically. He had tried his best to keep Langdon away, but the poor intern was no match for the senior resident who just moments ago had threatened to lay him out on the ER floor if he didn’t move out of his way. And Whitaker knew by the look in Langdon’s eyes, he was dead serious. 

“You can’t be in here Langdon,” Robby shook his head, adjusting the ventilator settings, tweaking Theo’s oxygen flow.

“The hell I can’t,” Langdon bit back, moving towards his son. But Whitaker held his arms out, trying to block him from getting any further into the room. 

“I swear if you don’t get your hands off me, you’ll be in a bed next,” Langdon said through gritted teeth.

“Do not threaten my interns,” Robby warned pointedly.

But the words fell on deaf ears as Langdon continued, asking how Theo’s airways are looking? If he’s getting enough steroid coverage. If they checked for biphasic anaphylaxis.

“You’re not his doctor right now,” Robby said, beginning to lose his patience, “You’re his dad. And you need to step out if you can’t control yourself.” 

Langdon threw his head back in frustration. He was both for crying out loud. He was Theo’s dad and a doctor. And he’d be damned if he didn’t use his skills and knowledge to ensure the best treatment for his son. He was about to protest again when suddenly the machine's steady beeping began to go off, the alarms spiking. A cold panic coursed through Langdon’s entire body as that dreaded high pitched beeping filled the room. 

“You need to push fluids faster. He's in distributive shock,” Langdon stressed from the foot of the bed watching the monitor show Theo’s BP dropping. 

Robby cursed under his breath, adjusting the IV line. Although there were no rules against having family members in the room while patients were being treated, at times like this Robby really wished there were. Dealing with overbearing parents in the room was one thing, but an overbearing parent that happened to be a doctor as well was another. 

“Fluids are running. Normal saline wide open. We can handle this.”

“He’s not responding fast enough,” Langdon pushed, “If this is progressing into refractory shock, you need to start the pressors now.”

Perlah turned to Robby, “Do you want to escalate to vasopressors?”

“Get the vasopressin push ready, but hold for my call,” he shot a sharp look at Langdon having had enough of him trying to control the room, “Don’t wanna jump the gun. We’re not panicking here.”

“Not panicking? My son could code, and you’re not panicking?”

“That’s it. Out. Now,” he snapped, raising his voice to meet Langdon’s.

“No,” he doubled down.

“Then I will have you forcibly removed and written up for insubordination.” 

“Robby, please. That’s my son,” Langdon pleaded, running his hands through his hair, trying not to get a grip.

“And we’ve got him,” Robby assured. “Now, go. Let us do our jobs. Go.”

With a sharp exhale, and one final look at his son, Langdon turned to leave pulling his phone out to call Y/n. 

1:07 PM

Following McKay through the double doors into the ER, Y/n gripped the strap of her shoulder bag tightly. She was putting on a brave face, but the worry in her chest grew heavier and heavier with each step. McKay tried her best to soothe the poor mother, but being a mother herself, she knew there was nothing she could possibly say to make Y/n feel any better about this situation. 

Langdon, who had been pacing outside of Theo’s room, closed the distance between them the moment he saw her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her into a tight hug. Y/n let out a deep sigh, melting into him. Her heart that had been beating like a jackhammer was calmed by the the comfort of his presence and the warmth of his embrace. Pulling back to take a look at Theo, she couldn’t see a thing. The room’s curtains had been drawn.

“How is he,” she asked looking up at him, brows furrowed tightly together, worry etched across her face

Langdon had never seen her look so helpless before. She’s the strongest woman he knows - juggling a fulltime job of her own all while taking care of the kids and picking up the slack at home whenever he was late or working overtime. Even with her plate piled high, she was always composed, always cool under pressure. But all of that composure and coolness had flown out the car window as she sped from work to the hospital after getting that terrible phone call from their son's school. Before him now she was just a mother, scared and worried sick. 

It was a good thing Y/n hadn’t gotten here any earlier than she had, that she didn’t have to see Theo struggling like Langdon had. Admittedly, he lost himself a bit back in the room seeing Theo like that. He knew looking down at her now he needed to keep it together. He could not give her any reason to stress or worry any more than she already was. Every other day of the week, she was his rock, their family’s rock. For once, he needed to be hers. He took a breath choosing his next words carefully. 

“He’s gonna be alright,” Langdon said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. 

She listened as he went on trying his best to assure her of just that, telling her that Robby was taking good care of Theo. That he’s in good hands. That they see kids come through with anaphylaxis all the time. That he'll be okay. And though he sounded confident, Y/n knew him better than that. She had the sense that he was trying to convince her of all that just as much as he was trying to convince himself.

Taking a seat on one of the nearby chairs, Y/n shook her head in confusion. They’d taken every measure they could think of to ensure something like this would never happen. They’d informed his teacher of the allergy, and sent out letters to the parents in his class informing them as well. And even in the case he did consume anything with nuts, they always sent him off with an EpiPen and always ensured that it was still effective. 

“I don’t understand. The school said they’d given him his EpiPen.”

“It’s not foolproof babe,” Langdon sighed, running a hand over his face.

It was unfortunate but true. While potentially life saving, EpiPens are not 100% effective if not properly administered. They could’ve taken it out too early or maybe misfire, he explained. 

“So you’re telling me this was what? Some sort of user error?” Y/n scoffed at the irony. It just goes to show no matter what you do or how prepared you are, you can’t control what happens out there. As hard as you try, you can’t protect your kids from everything. 

“The better question is what idiot parent brought treats for the kids and didn’t bother checking for allergies,” Langdon said, growing upset at the thought. It was clearly stated in their parent handbook, all treats must accommodate any allergies and tolerances. Otherwise, don’t bring any. How stupid, careless, and dangerous. “You know, I bet it was those fucking Fultons. They don’t know how to follow basic instructions.”

About to go off on a tirade about the Fultons - whom he could not stand, for multiple reasons, but most recently because the father had cut Langdon off during morning drop off the other week - when the curtains pulled open.

Y/n stood up moving closer, getting her first look at Theo since she’s been here. He was lying still, eyes closed with an oxygen mask on his face, an IV still in his arm. Langdon placed a hand on her back, in part to comfort her and to ground himself, as a wave of relief washed over him seeing Theo stable and out of critical danger. 

Robby stepped out to speak to them. He and Langdon locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. Any of the tension they had in that room was eased and forgotten. As a father of sorts himself, Robby knew where Langdon was coming from. 

“Is he okay? Is he awake? Can he talk?” Y/n asked, the words just flowing out of her mouth as Langdon rubbed her back. 

“He’s okay. He’s breathing on his own now, still on oxygen, but his vitals are holding steady” Robby assured her, before turning to Landon who looked at him expectantly, “His airway swelling has gone down significantly. No sign of biphasic reaction-”

“Residual bronchospasm? Signs of delayed reaction?” Langond interjected before he could even finish. Robby shook his head, more amused than annoyed. 

“This thoroughness,” Robby said sarcastically, patting Langdon’s chest with the clipboard teasingly, “is why he’s one of my best residents.”

The pair chuckled, both knowing full well how Langdon can be sometimes. Robby went on, letting them know that they’re keeping a close eye on Theo, watching out for any secondary complications. His lungs sound clear and O2 are improving but they’re keeping him in the PICU overnight to make sure he’s in the clear. 

“Can we see him now?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah. Of course. He’s still under some sedation, but should be up soon,” he told her, gently guiding her into the room.

1:30 PM

Theo had come-to for a little, just enough for Y/n and Langdon to let him know he's okay now, that they’re here with him, before his heavy lids closed again, falling back asleep. His little body surely exhausted after all it had just gone through. 

Sat on either side of their son, Y/n and Langdon watched over him quietly. His gaze wandering over to his wife, he could see the toll this had taken on her. It was the middle of the day but her eyes looked worn, and hollowed like she'd pulled an all-nighter. And her lips, that were always smiling and laughing, were pressed into a tight frown. Her brows knit together so tight, the 11 lines on her forehead looked more like 1,111. The stress of your loved one being in the ER will do that to you. Weigh you down, wear you out, and age you a year in an hour. He sees it all the time. But he hated seeing it on his wife.

“He takes after you y’know,” Langdon started. 

She perked up a bit at the sweet sentiment thinking maybe he was referring to their physical resemblance, or maybe the similarities in their personalities, or the little quirks Theo picked up from her. But when he said that she and Theo were both accident-prone, her mouth fell open at the jab.

“That’s not funny Frank,” Y/n rolled her eyes, chastising him.

“Oh come on, it's a little funny,” Langdon continued to joke, seeing her straight face start to crack. “I mean, god forbid, but if I'm not wrong Theo only needs one more ER visit to tie with you.”

She hated that he was making light of such a thing, but what she hated more was the smile she was fighting to hold in. She shook her head trying to fight back her own laugh but just couldn’t do it, not once she heard his. It felt good to laugh, even if it was hushed and contained as they tried not to wake Theo. She needed this. He needed it too. They both needed something to lighten the mood, to let out the long breath they’d both been holding in. 

“No but seriously, take that back. Theo and I are not accident-prone,” she pointed out as their laughter died down. 

Langdon nodded, agreeing that it wasn’t right to say Theo was accident-prone. His visits to the ER were never his fault. The first time was when he was just a baby for a fever that wouldn't go down. The next was a couple years later when he was a toddler for an allergic reaction as they hadn’t yet figured out he was allergic to certain types of nuts. And today, well, he wound up here thanks to some other kid’s parents' negligent disregard for the health and safety of all the kids in Theo’s 1st grade class.

Y/n, on the other hand, she definitely was. 

“I am not,” she fought back, arms crossed, unwilling to admit to this.

“Babe, really?” Langdon asked, brows raised.

“Maybe I’m a little clumsy,” Y/n admitted reluctantly, “But I wouldn’t say accident-prone.”

Langdon scoffed. “Y/n, we literally met in the ER because you were in an accident.” 

It was his third year of med school doing his rotation in Emergency Medicine. At this point he had already intended on pursuing Emergency Medicine and all of the hands-on experience he was getting only solidified that. It was the end of his shift but two buses had just come through - one from a car crash with two non critical patients and the other a factory worker coming in after a gruesome work related accident. Of course, he’d decided to stay hoping to get in on the much more exciting case with the factory worker. But by fate or dumb luck, whatever you wanted to call it, he wound up with Y/n’s case instead - cue their meet-cute. 

“Then 4 weeks after that you ended up in the ER again,” he added now counting on his fingers for dramatic effect. “Then there was the time you fell trying that new-”

She interjected with "ah," holding up a hand to stop him from going any further. She did not need to be reminded of that particularly embarrassing incident he was about to bring up. She got the point.

“But hey, if you didn’t get into those accidents we never would’ve met. Never would’ve dated, got married, had our kids,” he said genuinely, his voice softening as he brushed a gentle hand over Theo’s head. 

With fond memories of their time together, of how they ended up where they are now playing through both their heads, the air in the room felt lighter and so did the weight on their shoulders. A comfortable silence filled the room and for a moment, everything seemed to settle down when Y/n gasped suddenly.

“Shit, what time is it,” she asked, rummaging through her purse.

Jolted by her sudden outburst, Langdon hurriedly pulled out his phone for the time. 1:42.

Y/n let out a groan. She'd been in such a panic when she arrived, she couldn’t be bothered to waste another minute in the hospital’s parking structure going aisle to aisle hunting for a parking spot. So instead she haphazardly parked in the 30-minute parking stall for pick-ups and drop-offs. Y/n moved to get up but Langdon said he’ll take care of it. 

“Are you sure,” Y/n asked, as he took the keys from her hands. Truthfully, she was glad he offered, not wanting to leave Theo's side just yet in case he woke up again.

“Yeah, you stay. Need some fresh air anyway," he said massaging her shoulders for a second, before leaning down to joke into her ear, "Besides, all this talk of you getting into accidents, I don’t really feel like letting you get behind the wheel right now."

"Asshole," Y/n muttered, shoving him away playfully but not before he could press a sweet kiss against the side of her head. 

Watching as he left, she chuckled to herself. Maybe being accident-prone had its perks.  

[xwilltruman]

the pitt on twitter part 5 (pt 6 here)

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

Will I always be alone in this house? Reading books that are too hard for me in the long fatherless hours?

let your dad die energy drink - daniel lavery and cecilia corrigan/bob’s burgers, 2011/family line - conan gray/@parentless-suggestions/promises of gold - jose olivarez/unknown/dna - lia marie johnson/i am angry because of my father - halsey/part of me never left that house - mada hayyas/unknown/father - demi lovato/franz kafta/unknown/primer - aaron smith/family line - conan gray/untitled - frank wright

***sorry for all of the unknowns on this one. I really do try to find the sources for everything but I kept coming up empty w these. If you know the sources pls comment/send me an ask or dm and lmk!!

[dr-mohan]

FRANK LANGDON + hands

for @hotchfiles ♥

[greencaprisun]

the way ray is energetically signing along and encouraging the crowd and then him and Mikey smile at one another😭❤️🏳️‍⚧️

[lovelybucky1]

i'm thinking about how do you think dad!matt would react to nudes/suggestive photos?

obviously matt can’t see them so im adding a little open relationship type thing with frank to this situation for some spice xx

you’re cuddled up with matt on the couch when your phone chimes. matt doesn’t mind you being on your phone while you spend time together, but when you pick it up and giggle quietly at the message, it gets his attention.

“who’re you texting?” he asks.

“no one,” you dismiss easily, focusing on your phone.

matt isn’t a fan of your non-answer, so he asks again, firmer this time. “who are you texting, sweetheart?”

his shift in tone makes you look up at him and the unamused expression on his face tells you not to push it.

“frankie,” you respond and immediately prepare yourself for his reaction. matt knows you fool around with frank when he’s in town. he certainly doesn’t encourage it but he allows it to happen because he wants you to be happy. that doesn’t mean he wants it rubbed in his face, though.

“yeah? what’s frank sayin’ that’s so funny?”

you bite your lip. you know there’s no point in trying to lie to matt. he’ll see right through it and it’ll only get you in trouble, but the truth won’t exactly give you a better fate. maybe you can get away with a half-truth.

“he said i look good in the picture i sent him.” matt hums in response.

“and what kind of picture was it?” fuck. matt is too familiar with your antics.

“mirror selfie,” you say as you continue to text frank.

dad caught me. you always get me in trouble

you get yourself in trouble, kid. tell red he’s missing out, because you look sexy as hell in those panties.

you’re heart skips a beat at the message. partly from the compliment, and partly because frank is sexting you while matt sits right there.

“what did he say?” matt asks. of course he noticed.

“what?” playing dumb has never worked for you, but at this point, it’s worth a shot.

“after your phone buzzed, your heart rate sped up. what did he say?” matt’s voice is low, not angry, but firm enough to leave no room for argument.

“he said you’re missing out because i look so good,” you confess.

“what were you wearing in that picture?”

“not much,” you say meekly. “just some panties.”

the clench of matt’s jaw is so tight it looks painful. “you’re sending nudes to your little boyfriend while you’re spending time with dad? that seem like a smart choice, sweetheart?”

god, you hate when matt gets like this. you’d rather him spank your ass raw than make you feel guilty about it.

“no, sir,” you say, unable to keep the pout out of your voice.

“tell frank you’ll talk to him later. right now, you need to spend some quality time with dad.”

i have to go. dad’s really mad at me

i want a picture of your ruined pussy when you’re done.

[chronicallyicky]

tired of the bad dad Langdon headcannons. dude was on the floor with his kid making that bracelet he was wearing in the show. like that man would come home from work and not leave his kids side until they were asleep. god forbid he had a bad case concerning a kid on his shift, then more often than not he’s either sneaking into their rooms throughout the night to check on them, or even sleeping on the ground beside their beds. he comes to work with marker stains on his forearms and a new drawing to hang up in his locker after every day off he gets to spend with his kids

[cwispihae]

Franky won the Twitter poll to be Usopp's new dad and he's ✨SUPER✨ stoked about it

[mossy-petrichor]

"Twink iero death" you guys can't appreciate a dad bod. This man's never looked hotter. I need that dilf so bad it makes me look stupid

[somewhereincairparavel]

Jason: *dies in an excruciatingly painful but heroic way because his dad screwed up again, saving the lives of a literal God, his ex, a random girl and his dad's fucking ego*

Zeus: um chile anyways so-

[writtendaydreamm]

Appreciation

Summary: After a rough shift Langdon wants to show Y/n and the kids how much he appreciates them

Author's Note: I can't wait for the next episode!! Wrote this to tide me over till Thursday lol Also check out my other Langdon fic here!

“Call it.”

It was time. They did all they could for the young girl. It was sad and it was frustrating, but it was time. Everyone in that trauma bay knew it. Everyone except for Whitaker it seemed.

Giving the intern the benefit of the doubt, maybe he didn’t hear him the first time. Langdon repeated himself, call it. But to no avail. Rather than step back and pronounce the time of death, Whitaker continued performing chest compressions. 

Ripping off his isolation gown and gloves, Langdon looked around the room, at the other staff, wondering if he was being punked right now. It seems the intern thinks he can just will her heart beat to return through sheer determination if he just kept going. As if he hadn’t been going for what at this point was 20 minutes of chest compressions with still no sign of a pulse or arterial line. 

Patience running thin, Langdon gave the order one more time, pronouncing each word clearly and curtly. 

“Whitaker, stop compressions and call the time of death.”

This was already a tough loss as it is, they did not need to drag it out. There comes a point when your efforts only do more damage than good. And they have reached that point. 

“No, no, give me one more round,” Whitaker insisted between labored breaths. Sweat dripped down his brow, his forearms ached with each push against her chest but Whitaker could not bring himself to stop. They can’t call it. She can’t die. He can’t lose another one. 

Langdon could only watch on in dismay as Whitaker paused compressions to check for a pulse, just to continue with chest compressions again after Princess confirmed there wasn’t one. 

Turning to Princess and Jesse, Langdon gestured that they needed do something, say something since clearly his own attempts weren’t working. The pair of nurses stepped closer to Whitaker, trying to reason with him to stop. But nothing could get through to him. Like tunnel vision, he couldn’t see anything else, couldn’t hear anything else, couldn't care about anything else but getting this girl’s pulse back.

The trauma bay turned into a chorus of back and forth - the nurses trying to talk him down and Whitaker insisting he just needs more time, that she just needs more time. 

There was nothing left to do for this patient. Yes, it was shitty. But it was the reality of the situation. This was driving Langdon up the wall. All his own personal grief - over losing this young girl, over Whitaker’s stubbornness, over another patient he lost in Central 5 earlier today - came to a head. 

“She’s dead. She’s fucking dead,” Langdon cried out.

The entire room was stunned into silence. It came out harsher and louder than he had intended, but it needed to be said. And it seemed to do the trick as Whitaker slowly stopped his compressions, and stepped back from the bed, adjusting his scrubs.

“She’s just a kid,” he stammered softly to himself, still in disbelief as he caught his breath. “She’s just a kid.”

Realizing that this was probably the first kid Whittaker’s lost, Langdon let out a deep breath.

Losing a patient is never easy, but the kids, they really get to you. Even Langdon, who was as pragmatic as one can be when it came to losing patients, often found it hard to reconcile with the loss of the young ones they couldn’t save. Especially so now that he had young kids of his own, Theo and Emmie both only 6 and 4 respectively.

Not that they get any easier, but first one is always the hardest. He’ll never forget his first. The kid was only nine. It was septic shock. They treated him with antibiotics, fluids, pressors, everything they could think of to fight the infection. But it was just too late. It had already spread and progressed beyond the point of saving. Exhausting all the viable options, Langdon was the one to ultimately pronounce the boy dead after he had succumbed to multi organ failure. 

That exact moment ran through Langdon’s mind as he watched Whitaker struggle to accept that they’d lost the girl lying before them now. For a moment he saw a bit of himself in the intern.

“You try your best to save everyone, but you just can’t save them all. It’s fucked up but it’s the job,” Langdon said offering what consolation he could.

It was his best attempt to assuage some of the guilt and remorse written in bold all across Whitaker’s face. But he knew just as well as anyone that those feelings aren’t the kind that can be assuaged or absolved. Those sorts of feelings never really go away. They stick with you, like a pesky thorn in your side. The pain only dulling over time, but never going away. 

“You gotta call it man,” Langdon said, offering the intern a supportive pat on the back. 

Looking around at all the eyes on him, Whitaker straightened his back and cleared his throat.

“Time of death, 15:45.”

---

Looking down at the colorful beaded bracelet on his wrist, seeing the letters spell out DAD, Langdon‘s heart clenched. 

He had just gotten out of the family room where he and Dr. Robby broke the news to the young girl’s parents. As the lead attending, Robby typically handled that sort of thing on his own but he encouraged Langdon to join him this time. He thought it was important Langdon got more comfortable delivering this sort of sensitive news, that he learned how to do so both professionally and empathetically. After all, he was about to be an attending himself soon enough. 

Typically quite the cynic in the ER, he didn’t expect to be as affected by the parents' reactions as he was. Watching the light drain from their eyes replaced by an emptiness. Hearing that visceral, guttural cry the mother wept as she broke down in the father’s arms. It all felt like a punch to the gut. Being a parent himself, he couldn’t even begin to fathom the world-shattering heartbreak they were going through. And he prayed he would never have to. 

Upon leaving the family room, he branched off from Robby heading down an opposite hallway in search of a quiet space. The best he could find was a little corner a few feet from the pair of patients parked waiting for a bed upstairs in that same hall. It wasn't ideal, but he needed to call Y/n and this was as quiet of a spot as he was going to find in this place.

As the phone rang, he leaned against the wall tiredly. 

Today was not his day. 

First he loses that patient in Central 5. A motorcyclist who had come in critical condition and just wasn’t able to survive the injuries he sustained leaving behind a pregnant girlfriend. And now this loss. A young girl, with an undiagnosed cardiac condition that they tried their hardest to, but couldn’t save either, leaving her mother and father now childless. 

Growing antsy waiting for Y/n to answer he stood up from the wall, pacing now as his mind wandered to darker thoughts. Like how that motorcyclist’s baby will never get to know its father, never hear his voice. How his girlfriend is going to have to raise that kid on her own now. And how that young girl’s parents will never see her grow up, never hear her voice call out to them mom or dad again, how they probably never thought they’d been the ones to outlive her.

These sort of cases made you appreciate all that you have just that much more. Made you want to grab hold of all that you love dear and squeeze tight.

Although he can’t quite hug his wife and kids right now, he figured hearing their voices was close enough. Eyes drawn down to the bracelet sitting on his wrist again, he silently begged pick up, pick up, pick up.

“Hey babe,” Y/n answered finally, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just wanted to check in, hear your voice,” he said honestly.

While the thought was sweet, she knew something must’ve been up. Langdon barely had time to eat during his shifts, he certainly didn’t have time to call her just because. Before she could bring it up, Langdon asked for the kids. He wanted, no, needed to hear them too. 

She could hear the urgency in his voice, but the kids were napping right now. Both kids were understandably worn out. And honestly so was Y/n. They’d all just gotten home not too long ago. Theo from baseball practice, Emmie from gymnastics class, and Y/n from running errands in between picking and dropping off both kids to their respective activities.

“I think I might take a nap too,” she joked.

“Take one, you deserve it,” he urged.

It was a Saturday which was always a busy one in their household. Langdon usually had weekends off which meant they shared the workload. But today he was covering for another doctor who was out sick this week which left Y/n to carry the load of two people all on her own today. 

“Oh, I know I deserve one,” she teased, “But I can’t.”

Although a nap sounded really, really good right now, she just had too much to do. She had to cook dinner, do the laundry, get the kids cleaned up, take the dog out and the list just went on and on.

“Look, I get off in about an hour. Don’t worry about the chores, or cooking, just relax for a bit.”

“Frank, it's fine. I was just kidding,” she assured. “I’ve got everything handled here. I mean I’m sure you’ve had a long day too.” 

If only she knew the half of it, he thought to himself. But regardless, he continued, insisting she take a nap and relax.

“Baby, I’m not asking you. I’m telling you to. I’ve got dinner covered, and I’ll help with whatever I can when I get home, okay?”

“You’re suspiciously eager to do housework. Are you compensating for something? You bringing home another puppy? Should I be worried?” Y/n wondered aloud with a nervous laugh.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew her husband well enough to know there was something else going on here. 

“I just want my wife to relax on her day off. What’s wrong with that?”  

Y/n relented. She wasn’t entirely convinced by his reasoning, but she was letting it go. For now. 

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Busy putting away some towels in the linen closet upstairs, Y/n rushed down when she heard some shuffling. She worried maybe Max, their puppy, had gotten into something he shouldn’t have, or that maybe the kids got into a fight. 

But when she got to the bottom of the stairs Y/n was met with the most heartwarming scene. Theo and Langdon were on their knees rubbing Max whose tail wagged furiously. And Emmie had taken the opportunity to jump on her father’s back, playing with his hair, laughing as their dog rolled over on its back asking for even more rubs. How Y/n wished she had her phone on her to take a snapshot of this picture perfect moment.

“Hey, baby,” Langdon greeted, standing up now, carrying Emmie on his back. “How was that nap?”

Y/n laughed, as she closed the distance between them, giving him a light peck.

“Much needed,” she smiled against his lips before stepping back, letting him walk past her into the living room. “How was work?”

Langdon stalled, spinning Emmie around. She stuck her arms out like an airplane as he moved them all across the living room, using this time to think about how he wanted to reply. Should he give her the whole truth, part of the truth, or just lie about it all?

“Work was work, you know how it goes,” he said coolly. 

He hoped that would suffice, that she wouldn’t push. And though she wanted to, though she could tell he was holding something back, Y/n didn’t. Not yet at least.  

“Mom,” Theo said excitedly, coming to stand beside her holding Max in his arms. “Dad said we’re having ice cream sundaes for dinner.”

“Is that right?” Y/n said brow raised, looking at her husband questioningly.

Langdon plopped Emmie on the couch before quickly correcting their son. “Nice try kid. I said sundaes after dinner. Not for dinner.” 

“Worth a shot,” Theo shrugged, before setting Max down to chase after him.

Shaking her head with a laugh. What a troublemaker they’ve got on their hands. She pointed a finger at Langdon accusingly.

“That’s your son.” 

Knowing what a handful he was growing up, Langdon couldn’t disagree with her there, holding his hands up guiltily. Getting up to join her as she headed into the kitchen, he ruffled Theo’s hair as the boy ran past him.

“So I was thinking I could cook up some salmon tonight. We still have some in the freezer right?” he asked, falling into step with her. 

Y/n slowed her steps, eyeing him skeptically. She knows he said he’d take care of dinner, but she figured he’d pick something up on the way home or maybe they’d order in - not that he’d actually cook. The thought of the prep, the cooking, the cleaning up afterwards? She just couldn’t be bothered right now and was confused why he didn’t feel the same. 

“I mean you just got home. We can just do takeout or something. Are you sure you wanna cook?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, his hand brushing against the small of her back as he moved past her into the kitchen. “Think of it as my apology for leaving you solo on a Saturday.”

Feeling a little guilty letting him do all the cooking right after a 9 hour shift, Y/n rolled up her sleeves to wash her hands and to start cutting up some veggies. But Langdon wasn’t having any of that. Sure he was tired, but after the day he had, all he wanted was to spend the rest of the night showing his wife and kids all his love and appreciation for them. And part of that was not letting y/n lift another finger for the rest of the night. 

He pushed her out of the kitchen, literally. His hands on her waist, guiding her gently but steadily back into the living room. Langdon gave her a reassuring kiss, silencing her protests, before telling her not to enter the kitchen again, to go and relax. 

Although she could tell something was definitely up with her husband, she also knew there was no getting it out of him right now. So Y/n went and relaxed - or tried to at least. In a household of four (five including Max) being able to truly relax was rarer than going a whole day without stepping on a toy or slipping on a sock. At any given point in time, there was always something that needed to be done. So she did the most relaxing task she could think of - laundry.

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��Please, please, please Mommy!”

“Pretty please! Can we?” 

Y/n stood with her arms on her hips, trying her hardest to stay steadfast and not cave. 

They were already thrown way off schedule. Dinner ran a little late, and making ice cream sundaes together was a lot of fun but also took a lot of time. It was now 8:03PM and definitely past the kids’ bedtime. She and Langdon should’ve already had them all tucked in by now. Instead Langdon was on the couch with the kids who were 10 minutes into a new animated movie, and begging Y/n to let them stay up to finish it. 

“Yeah come on, babe,” Langdon joined in. “It’s the weekend. Just let them finish the movie and then they’ll head straight to bed. Right guys?”

Theo and Emmie nodded their heads up and down enthusiastically, promising they would. Now all three began pleading in unison. 

Overwhelmed and clearly outnumbered on this one, Y/n rolled her eyes at her own weak resolve. How could she possibly say no to those three when they all looked at her with the same eyes she fell in love with. A round of cheers and thank yous erupted as she gave in. 

“Can’t have movie night without popcorn, can we?” Langdon turned to the kids who cheered again in agreement. “Be right back guys.”

Seeing an opportunity to finally have a real conversation with him, Y/n followed close behind Langdon as he headed into the kitchen,

“I could’ve sworn we still had a couple bags of the extra buttery kind left,” he mumbled disappointedly, looking through their pantry and only finding a bag of organic, lightly salted popcorn. “Guess this’ll have to do.”

“It’s better for them anyway,” Y/n said, grabbing a large bowl from the cabinet.

Watching as he poured the popcorn out, she debated how to approach him about all of his behavior, which although touching, also felt a bit off. It started with that phone call this afternoon which she initially tried to just brush off. But then he came home and insisted on cooking dinner after a long day - usually they’d just heat some leftovers or pick up takeout. Then he promised the kids ice cream sundaes after dinner, something they typically don’t do because it's just too much sugar before bed. And now he was letting the kids stay up way past bedtime for an impromptu movie night, which Y/n would've been upset about if she wasn't more concerned about what’s going on with her husband. 

“Okay, I’ve held my tongue, but I need to know, what’s going on with you?” she said, keeping her tone light, afraid of sounding too accusing or critical. 

Popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth, he shook his head, feigning ignorance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” 

Seriously? She tilted her head at him, unconvinced. Who did he think he was talking to? Who did he think he was fooling?

“Frank,” she said, her tone a mixture of warning and worry.

Up until now Langdon managed to avoid having this conversation. As much as he hoped maybe he could get away with not having this conversation at all, he knew the woman he married. From the moment they sat down at the dinner table, Y/n had tried getting him to talk about his day, to shed some of the weight he was clearly carrying around. Considering the events of his day weren't something he was quite ready to talk about, and definitely weren't kid-friendly, he turned the focus onto the kids instead. Asking all about how baseball practice was and how gymnastics class went. She didn't ask again at the table, or when they had their sundaes. But Langdon could feel her worried gaze, hear the suspicion in her voice, see the way her eyes never stopped searching his, trying to find a way in, to unlock whatever it was he kept hidden behind them. It was just a matter of time before she cornered him like she had now.

Nowhere left run, nothing to hide behind, no kids around to deflect, he sighed.

“We had a couple of tough losses,” he started, scratching the back of his neck.

It was unexpectedly cathartic to hear himself say that out loud, to acknowledge it. All the events leading up to those losses, all the measures they took, all the ways it went wrong flashed in his mind. Like floodgates opening, all the his feelings and thoughts came rushing out.

Listening to every word, she rubbed his back comfortingly as as he told her about the soon-to-be dad and about the little girl not much older than Theo that they lost today.

“Oh I’m so sorry, baby,” she said, instinctively wrapping her arm around him

Langdon was an expert at compartmentalizing his work and personal life, rarely ever taking home the emotional baggage from his shifts. The loss of these two patients must have really struck a chord to be affecting him this way. Her own heart sank at just the thought of those patients and of their families left to grieve them. She couldn’t imagine the toll it was taking on Langdon who was actually there as they died, who had to face their families afterwards. 

“Yeah it was a rough day,” he said, the arm wrapped around her brining her in closer as he kissed the top of her head. “But it got me thinking about how lucky I am to get to come home to you and the kids. Just wanted to go the extra mile tonight. Y’know, do something nice for you guys, even if it is just dinner and ice cream.”

“You make yourself out to be this tough, badass ER doctor but really you’re just a big softie huh,” Y/n smiled up at him. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he rolled his eyes, brushing her off but not denying it.

“No really, everything you've done tonight is really sweet Frank,” Y/n trailed off. 

Langdon noticed a silent “but” at the end of that sentence. She may not have said it out loud, but they had been married long enough that he knew it was there. He looked down at her with a nervous smile. 

“Alright spit it out. It’s really sweet Frank, but what?” 

Y/n chuckled that he beat her to the punch. While there was one thing still bothering her, she wasn’t sure she was even going to say anything about it at the moment. It didn’t seem right to nag him after he just opened up to her. But since he brought it up first, she might as well spit it out like he said.

“Did you really have to encourage them to stay up this late?” she nodded back at the kids in the living room. “You know we have them on a schedule for a reason. They’re just like you, and get all cranky when they don’t get enough sleep.”

Langdon scoffed, taking offense to that cranky comment. “First off, I don’t get cranky. And second, they'll probably pass out soon anyways. They’re more tired than they even know after today and all that sugar is gonna have them crashing - hard. In fact, I bet you a back rub that they don’t make it halfway through the movie.” 

“For the record, yes, you do get cranky. And for all our sakes, you better be right about the kids,” she pointed up at him rattling on.

God, he thought, a satisfying smirk spreading across his face. Even as she was giving him a hard time he was absolutely taken by her.

Grabbing the hand pointing at him, Langdon placed it behind his neck smoothly. He leaned in, lips brushing against hers, silencing her, telling her not to worry before kissing her slow and chaste. He needed this more than he realized. He moved his tongue to graze her lips, seeking permission which she granted happily, her other hand roaming up his chest to rest around his neck as well. It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated and needy as he lost himself in her touch, her warmth, in the feeling of her lips against his.

Langdon shifted their positions, pressing her against the kitchen counter as he gripped her waist tightly, pulling her impossibly close. Feeling his hands start to wander, Y/n gathered what little self control she had left, and pulled back, reminding him the kids were still waiting for their popcorn. 

Langdon’s head hung disappointedly at the interruption.

“Don’t look so sad, movie night was your idea remember,” she teased, patting his chest mockingly, pushing herself off of him.

Grabbing the bowl of popcorn, he draped an arm around her shoulders as they joined the kids in living room.

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The house was quiet, save for Max’s adorable snoring and a few creaks in the hardwood floors as Langdon carried Theo, and Y/n carried Emmie, up the stairs and into their rooms. 

Gently laying the boy down, he brushed his hair back to place a kiss on his forehead, tucking him into his blanket. Moving right across the hall to Emmie’s room, he leaned against the doorway contently, watching as Y/n put their daughter to bed as well. 

“What did I tell you?” he whispered as she walked towards him. “Not even halfway through, and they were out.”

“Yeah, yeah. You were right,” she shook her head with a smile, brushing past him.

“Alright,” he said, sticking his hand out, gesturing to pay up. “You owe me a back rub.”

She knew he was joking but she did want to do something nice for him. He deserved it. Even after a tough shift, he still came home and gave his best effort, still found the energy to spend quality time with her and the kids.

“Sure I can give you a back rub, but there’s something else I can do that I think you might enjoy more.”

“Oh yeah?” Langdon said brows raised, catching her drift. 

“Yeah,” she teased, leading him by the hand to their bedroom. “Wanna show you my appreciation too.”

As eager as Max after a bone, Langdon followed her lead happily. 

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the pitt DMs part 2

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