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Hi, a request where the reader is Dr. Robby's younger sister and the doctor's girlfriend of Frank langdon, I imagine the dynamic between the three of them being fun, and since I can't live without Angt, maybe one day the reader will show up because she had a serious accident. Thanks.

Family

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summary: robby’s sister is dating langdon… what could go wrong?

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female robinavitch!reader

rating: R for language and pitt type of blood

word count: 1.4k

warnings: pitt type of blood/heaviness, 

pairing note: the reader can be adopted or blood related, up to you <3

author’s note: thank you for the request!

You had started dating Langdon after you briefly met him through your brother. You had stopped by the hospital to drop off baked goods for the doctors and nurses when you first spoke to him.

Robby introduced you two, and he didn’t think much of the interaction, but Langdon was instantly smitten. He kicked himself for being so infatuated with his boss’s sister, but what could he say? You were drop dead gorgeous, and it didn’t hurt that you were a damn good baker too.

You worked about ten minutes from the hospital, so it wasn’t unheard of for you to drop by and say hello to your brother while dropping off food for him and his team. You owned a very well-liked cafe and would often bring over any extra food to The Pitt. 

When Langdon first saw you (and he would tell you this later on), he felt the calmest butterflies in his stomach. The kind you get when you see someone you want to be around all the time, and never get anxious while doing so. It was a new feeling for Landon, so who could blame him for falling head over heels in love with you by the fourth week of dating? 

You were quick to fall for him, too; it wasn’t a one-sided thing. If your brother hadn’t been so preoccupied with his work that first day, he would’ve been able to tell by the look in your eyes that you were falling for Langdon.

You weren’t sure which drew you in quicker: his jawline, chisled by the gods, or his bright blue eyes, blue as a wild ocean you could get lost in. Whatever it was, his kind heart and loving nature sealed the deal for you by date three. 

And by the time you both said your ‘I love you’s, you knew he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

**

“Coffee’s here!” you announced, walking into The Pitt with several cups of fresh coffee.

“Thank you,” Dana said, helping you put the coffee on the front desk counter. “I’ll let the team know.”

“Is Langdon around? I’d like to talk with him before I head back to our place,” you said.

“I think he’s helping a patient,” Dana said.

“I always have time for my girl,” Langdon interjected, coming from a patient’s room. He took off and tossed his disposable gloves as he walked up to you. “How are you?” He leaned in and kissed you quickly, not giving you a second to answer.

“Better now,” you said when he pulled away.

“What’s all this?” Robby asked, coming out of the same room Langdon was in and doing the same thing with his gloves.

“I brought coffee for you guys and the nurses.” You smiled at your brother.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that,” Robby said. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well, you already know this, but…” You held up your left hand and showed off a gorgeous engagement ring.

“We’re engaged!” Langdon exclaimed.

“No way!” Dana gasped. “Let me see the ring!” You held out your hand, palm down, so she could get a better look as the other nurses and doctors came rushing over to see what all the fuss was about.

“Ooh, I smell coffee,” Dr. McKay said as she came up behind Robby. When she saw the ring, she exclaimed, “Oh my god! Y/n!”

As the hour passed, more and more doctors and nurses congratulated you and Langdon when they got a chance. 

Before you left, after you said goodbye to your fiancé, your brother stopped to talk with you.

“You know, I couldn’t be happier for you and Frank,” he said.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“You gonna be safe getting home? It’s raining pretty hard out there.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” you told him.

**

The shift was almost over, only two hours to go before Langdon could rush home to you.

“Car accident, woman in her early thirties, man in his late forties, six minutes out,” Robby was informed.

“Understood,” he said.

The last six minutes of peace that Langdon and Robby would have that day passed quickly before you were wheeled in on a stretcher.

“It’s…”

“…Y/n,” Robby finished Langdon’s sentence.

Langdon’s whole world stopped as Robby’s shoulders dropped.

“Pulse was weak, but we lost it,” the EMT doing chest compressions said.

“I-I,” Robby stuttered, completely frozen with fear. 

Dr. Collins and McKay had to step up and take over for him and Langdon. Collins replaced the EMT and started doing compressions.

She called out medical terms that you (had you been conscious) would never understand, but Langdon and Robby did. It meant there wasn’t much hope for you.

“Robby, Robby,” Langdon exclaimed, trying to get his attention. “W-We need to help her, we can’t just sit back and do nothing!”

“Y-Yeah,” Robby choked out.

Robby and Langdon started to help McKay and Collins, but quickly learned there was no use in their being there, they were both too shaken up to be of any help.

They instead both chose to help the other car accident victim (the driver of the other car), once you had a pulse and things were looking up.

**

Langdon and Robby’s shifts were over, they should’ve been going home. Langdon should’ve been in his car listening to your favorite music as he drove home to you. 

“How is she?” Langdon asked Dr. Abbott when he came out of your room. 

He simply shook his head, “It’s not looking good.”

“Give it to us straight, how bad is she?” Robby asked.

“Her pulse is very weak; she had a punctured lung, as you know, due to her broken ribs. What worries us the most is the head trauma; she has a pretty severe concussion from when her head hit the window. It could go either way at this point, there’s no way to really know yet. She could wake up and be okay, or–”

“She could not wake up,” Robby finished his sentence. “Oh my god.”

“No,” Langdon shook his head, “no! There must be something we can do, we can’t just…”

There was a beat of silence as they all just looked at each other, each of them hoping for the same thing.

“Oh, Langdon, here,” Abbot said and handed him a small container with your engagement ring. “We had to cut it off her broken finger.”

**

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Langdon sleeping on the chair next to your bed. His head rested on his fist, his elbow rested on the arm of the chair. Soft snores escaped from between his lips as you smiled to yourself.

“Hey,” you said quietly. Langdon stirred awake, and his eyes opened wide when he saw you were awake.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled, and he stood up. He leaned down and kissed you quickly. “Thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, babe,” you giggled as he pulled back. 

“I’ll go get Robby,” he said before he left the room. He came back with Robby in tow, who hurried to hug you as best he could.

“You had us really worried there, Y/n,” Robby said.

“How are the people in the other car?” you asked.

“He’s fine,” Langdon said, moving the chair closer so he could sit down and hold your hand at the same time. “His brakes gave out in the rain, that’s why he hit you.”

“I’m glad he’s okay,” you said.

“We’re glad you’re okay,” Robby added. 

“Besides the two casts, I feel fine,” you shrugged, referring to your left arm and left leg, both in casts. “Where’s the ring?” you asked when you realized you were no longer wearing it.

Langdon took the container out of his pocket, and your eyes welled up at the sight of your damaged ring. 

“Hey, what matters is you’re okay,” Langdon said when he noticed you were upset. “That’s all that matters.” He leaned in and kissed you, placing his hand on your cheek for added support. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied.

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Hello!

I am very sorry about this but I will be unreachable and offline for a few weeks/a couple months starting Sunday May 18th. I will be taking a much needed mental health trip and therefor will not have access to Tumblr.

I will hopefully still have access to Google Docs and may be able to work on requests while I’m gone, but I can’t make any promises.

Thank you for your patience and understanding.

🖤

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Thank you so much!! 🥹🤧💓

I would love to see jack abbott with a sunshine reader i adore the grumpy sunshine dynamic.

Like Dana, she gets hit. She debates on telling him, but maybe robby lets it slip to Jack, and he ofc freaks out (i mean, the guy carries an ultrasound machine in a go bag)

His Rock

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pairing: dr. jack abbott x female nurse!reader

rating: PG-13

word count: 1.4k

warnings: violence (reader gets punched)

author’s note: thank you so much for the request! sorry for the part that’s so similar to the show. hope this was worth the wait!

The first date you had with Dr. Jack Abbott was at a nice restaurant. You two hit it off instantly, and no one in the world could make him laugh the way you did. Something about your energy really complemented his. You would be chipper and fun and full of life, while he’d be groaning about the amount of patients he had on his plate. You were never too chipper for him, though. You were just chipper enough. You knew when to be serious and when he needed a good laugh to brighten his day.

You remembered the first time he lost a patient while you two were together. You sat with him on the roof after his shift as he contemplated life. You held his hand and kissed it gently as you both sat in silence for what felt like hours.

“Thank you,” was all he said before he stood up, helped you stand up, and you both drove your separate ways home.

There were also times when you weren’t chipper. Then it was up to him to cheer you up, though he wasn’t as talented at it as you were. But he was there for you, and that’s all that mattered. Through ups and downs, he was always there, and before you knew it two years flew by.

**

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket when you realized something. Jack was late for his shift. He was supposed to be there ten minutes ago. You pulled out your phone and saw a text from Langdon, something about getting a drink with a few of the doctors after work. You replied with an excited “yes” before you texted your boyfriend.

You asked him why he was late, and he simply replied with “traffic”. Your heart stopped racing when you read the text. He was fine.

When he finally did enter The Pitt, you were there to greet him with a big smile and a tight hug.

“Good morning,” you all but squealed.

“It’s seven in the afternoon,” he grumbled. 

“But you just woke up, so for you it’s morning,” you reasoned. “I love you.” You got on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

“I love you, too,” he replied

**

“Why not?” a patient asked you the next day. He had been trying to get you to go on a date with him for the past two hours and wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

“Because, like I’ve said many times now, I have a boyfriend,” you repeated slowly.

He completely ignored your reason and continued to ask you out again. You simply rolled your eyes at him with a scoff.

**

You were outside taking a much-needed (very quick) breather when someone came up behind you.

“Hey, nurse,” the man snarled before punching you square in the face with his right hand. You fell to the floor in pain, blood gushing from your nose.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed.

After lying there for a moment, you picked yourself up carefully off the pavement and headed inside.

When Robby saw you, he came rushing over.

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed, seeing the blood on your face. “Grab some ice,” he told Mateo, who hurried to do so. Robby ran up to you and held your face in his gloved hands so he could get a good look at your face. “What happened?”

“Just got punched, I’m fine,” you said. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Come sit down.” He guided you to a chair nearby and got down to your level so he could examine the injury. “Can you go get Ahmad, please, Dana?” he asked her before she nodded and left.

“I’m fine, Robby, really,” you persisted.

“Did you hit your head?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you answered honestly. “But I didn’t black out or anything, just a bloody nose.”

“I’m gonna apply pressure,” Perlah said before pressing a cloth to your nose.

“Okay, okay,” you winced. “I’ve got it.” You replaced her hand with your own.

“Any trouble seeing? Any double vision?” Robby asked you. “What about a headache?” 

“No trouble seeing, I‘ve got a bit of a headache, yeah,” you said.

“I’m gonna grab you new scrubs,” Nurse Kim said, and she left to do so.

“You’re gonna need a room,” Robby said.

“C’mon, Robby, I don’t need a room, I’m fine!”

A nurse ran to go and prep a room.

“Follow my finger,” Robby instructed, holding his pointer finger in front of your face. “Right, left, up, down. EOM is intact.”

“Who did this?” Ahmad asked you. 

“Just a pissed off patient but he split so just forget it,” you said, sounding on the verge of tears.

“Hell no! I want a name,” he persisted.

“Harrison Elliot,” you admitted.

“The asshole that was hitting on you?” Mateo asked, and you nodded.

“I’m calling the cops,” Ahmad said as he left.

Robby pulled out his flashlight and waved it in front of your eyes. “Pupils are equal and reactive,” he said. He shone the light up your nostrils before saying, “No septal hematoma. Tell me when it’s sore.” He began applying light pressure to your face, starting at the cheekbones and heading for your nose.

As he got closer to your nose, you gasped in pain and asked him to stop. 

“Tender at the nasion. CT head and maxillofacial,” Robby said.

“I’ll give them a heads up,” Mohan said before she left as well.

Dana began wiping the blood off your face and neck as you asked Robby, “Is that really necessary?”

“You have at least one facial fracture,” Robby said. “With the headache and the fall, I want to rule out anything intracranial.”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, but he just shook his head with a small smile. 

“Want me to call Jack?” Robby asked.

“Hell no, I don’t want to worry him.”

“I think he has every right to worry about you if he wants.”

“Don’t call him, Robby,” you said, and he nodded.

**

“Jack’s gonna be worried,” Robby commented when he visited your room.

“I’ll just tell him I bumped into a door, he’ll believe that, right?”

“Sure,” Robby scoffed. “CT results came back, you’re free to get back to work… or go home.”

“I don’t wanna go home,” you said.

“You still haven’t called him?”

“He’s probably asleep, I don’t wanna wake him up.”

“If it were me, I’d wanna get woken up,” he told you, knowing Abbott and therefore knowing he would want to know you were hurt. “You aren’t burdening him, just give him a call.”

“That poor man needs his sleep, believe me,” you laughed a little.

“For once in your life, don’t be chipper about a situation and call your boyfriend.

“Fine,” you sighed. 

You didn’t end up calling him, but Robby figured as much.

**

The whole day changed when there was a rush of emergency patients due to a fire nearby. Night staff was called in early, which meant you would have to face Jack sooner than you thought.

“Abbott! So happy to see you,” Robby exclaimed when he saw him.

“How many burn victims so far?” he asked.

“Not sure yet. And I thought today’s big event was gonna be that meathead punching Y/n.” When Robby realized what he said, he watched as Abbott’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull. 

“What?” Jack exclaimed loudly. “Where is she?”

“I’m right here,” you sighed from behind him. “And I hoped Robby wouldn’t tell you.”

“Oh my god,” he muttered when he saw your bruised face. “Baby, what…” he trailed off as he traced his thumb down your cheek and cupped your face in his hands. Carefully, he kissed you deeply before he muttered, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” you told him as he looked at you with such worry that it made your heart hurt.

“You don’t look fine,” he whispered.

“Excuse you, I always look fine,” you chuckled, teasing him. That did it, that made him crack the smallest of smiles.

“See, now there you go making me all happy when you know damn well I should be mad about this.”

“Aw, you love me.”

“I do love you,” Abbott said before he leaned down and kissed you again. “And it’s because I love you, I’m gonna make sure you get the proper care you need. CT scan?”

“Already got one, I really am fine,” you said.

“Okay.” He smiled and kissed you a third time, causing you to smile wider.

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I know it’s not much but can I request Dr. Jack Abbot calling his younger girlfriend reader a “good girl” at work please!!

Good Girl

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pairing: dr. jack abbott x female reader

rating: PG-13

word count: 0.8k

warnings: age gap in relationship

pairing note: reader is in her mid to late twenties

author’s note: thank u for the request anon! this had me giggling like a fool i love jack sm

“Intubating,” you said as you began to do so. “Done.”

“Good girl,” Jack said without thinking.

The whole ER seemed to freeze as you looked over at Abbott. You gulped nervously before you darted your eyes over to Robby, who seemed stunned.

“Are you two…” Robby furrowed his brows, looking back and forth between you and Abbott. “...Never mind.”

“Good job, Dr. Y/l/n.” Abbott cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Thank you, Dr. Abbott,” you replied quietly, not daring to look at him.

**

It was finally time for you to go home, although your boyfriend was only three hours into his shift. You two had a quick second alone where he apologized for his earlier behavior, but you brushed it off and opted to kiss him quickly in response.

On your way to your car, Robby stopped you.

“About what Abbott said earlier–”

“Robby, it’s fine,” you laughed him off. “I’m not gonna report him to HR anytime soon.”

“I was gonna say… I know.”

“You…know?” You furrowed your brows. “Know what?”

“I know you and Abbott are… a thing.”

You furrowed your brows deeper as you chuckled, “A thing?”

“I finally put the pieces together, and I’ve gotta admit you two were pretty good at being discreet. How long has it been going on?”

You sighed. You had a good rapport with Robby, and you trusted him deeply. And yet, you still wanted to keep what you and Abbott had together with just the two of you. On the other hand, Robby was a good man, and you knew Abbott trusted him, too.

“Four months,” you admitted. Robby’s eyebrows shot up, followed by a beat of silence. “Sorry for not telling you earlier,” you mumbled.

“I get it.” Robby shook his head. “But I’ve gotta say, in the last few months I’ve never seen Jack happier.”

“Really?” The blood in your face rushed to your cheeks as a sheepish smile formed on your lips. You hadn’t known Jack as long as Robby had; you had met him a year ago when you first started working at the hospital.

He nodded, “Makes so much more sense now that I’ve put two and two together.”

“So… we aren’t in trouble?”

“Of course not,” Robby chuckled. “I’m happy for you two, really. I think its about damn time Jack finds someone who makes him smile like a fool.”

That made you smile even wider as you fought the giggle wanting to escape your lips.

“Well, I’ve gotta head out, you get home safe, alright?”

“You too,” you said as he turned to walk away.

You waved goodbye to Robby before you hopped into your car. Sitting behind the wheel, you pondered the conversation you just had. You put your hands on the wheel and checked yourself in the rearview mirror, finally letting out that giggle.

“Robby knows,” you whispered to yourself. “Robby knows…” Panic was starting to settle in. “Shit.”

You got out of your car, locked it, and went back to The Pitt to find Abbott. He was busy, but never too busy for you (as he’d always say).

“What’s up?” he asked the second you two were alone.

“Robby knows,” you told him.

“Knows… like knows?” he asked, and you nodded. “Okay… how?”

“I dunno, he just stopped me in the parking lot to tell me he knows,” you said, clearly freaking out.

“Well, that’s okay, it’s just Robby,” he said, wanting to make you feel better. “He’s not gonna tell anyone.”

You looked up at him as he put his hands on your hips to comfort you, your arms crossed in front of you. 

“Are you sure?” you asked him.

“Positive.” He put a finger under your chin to keep your head tilted so he could kiss you. “This is still just us,” he whispered. 

The curtain flung open, revealing Dr. Ellis, whose mouth flew open when she saw you two.

“I am so sorry!” she exclaimed.

You and Abbott scurried apart, but it was far too late; the few people who did see you were sure to gossip about it, and it was only a matter of time before everyone was talking about the two of you.

“Screw it,” Abbott mumbled before addressing the people starring. “Yes, Y/n and I are dating. Get back to work.” Everyone stood there, still in shock. “Now.”

“So… that’s gonna be a problem,” you said once everyone was back to whatever they were doing before. 

“Eh, nothing we can’t handle.” Abbott shrugged. “Now, give me a kiss before we head back out there,” he said, and you smiled before you did so. “Good girl.”

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I was wondering if you can do a Colter Shaw request! Maybe something along the lines of the two of them being hot and cold with one another. Reader is an FBI agent and maybe a case brings them together. Maybe someone gets hurt leading them to finally a long over due feelings talk!

Shush

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pairing: colter shaw x female fbi agent!reader

rating: PG-13

word count: 1.4k

warnings: kids are put in danger, brief mention of child trafficking (blink and you’ll miss it), that’s all i think

pairing note: i pictured a rosa diaz (from brooklyn nine-nine) type reader as i wrote this, but still kept her non-descript

author’s note: thank you soooo much for the request anon! i had soo much fun writing this!!

The first case you worked with Colter was a simple one: a missing person who turned out to be lost on a hiking trail. Colter had asked you out to drinks that night to celebrate, and you begrudgingly accepted.

That was the first night you two spent together.

He didn’t call you afterward, but you figured as much. You were similar to him in your wayward ways, and didn’t mind not getting at least a text the following day to say goodbye.

You liked him, though. He was one of the few people who could make you laugh genuinely, even when you were in a pissy mood. 

The next time you saw Colter, he was thrilled to see you. Although you two didn’t spend too much time together, you could tell he really wanted to. The case you two were working on was over before anything big could happen, and before you knew it, you were saying a quick goodbye before you left.

The time after that, he acted like he couldn’t care less about you. This made you furious and you vowed never to trust him again, no matter how good he looked in that damn leather jacket. You knew you looked even better in yours, and knowing this only made you angrier. How dare he brush off what you two had? How dare he not acknowledge you when you walked into the room? And how dare he not drop everything in his arms to pull you in and kiss you the moment he laid eyes on you?

“What’s wrong?” Colter asked.

“Nothing,” you practically seethed. How dare he?

“What do you think happened?” he asked, surveying the scene in front of the two of you. 

You shrugged. “Looks like another kidnapping, we’ve got like ten hours before we’re in some deep shit.”

The case was going to be far from easy. Three children had gone missing in the tri-state area, all in the exact same way and with one piece of evidence consistent through all three cases: a dilapidated RV with Indiana license plates. 

“I think we’re already in deep shit,” Colter commented. 

Maybe you were overthinking the situation, maybe he was just focused on the case and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to you. Still, some acknowledgement of the relationship would’ve been nice.

“I’m gonna go talk to the parents again, I have a feeling they know more than they’re letting on,” you told him.

“I’ll come with you.”

“I think not, Shaw,” you said, stopping him in his tracks before he could follow you out of the crime scene. “We aren’t partners on this case or anything, we shouldn’t do shit like this together.”

With that, you turned on your heels and left, leaving Colter too stunned to protest your words.

**

It had been nearly seven hours, and still no leads. You and Colter had been working closely the past four (much to your dismay) because your boss had asked you to. 

It was annoying how much he was distracting you. That dirty blonde hair reminded you of the time you ran your fingers through his hair as he kissed you, and those big brown eyes made you think of the time you got lost in them as your foreheads rested on each other. However, you swore to yourself you would stay calm, collected, and nonchalant. 

What you didn’t realize was that you were distracting Colter as well. The way the harsh lighting hit the color of your eyes, brightening them slightly, the way your teeth chewed your bottom lip in concentration, made him want to pull you in and kiss you right here and now. However, he too swore to himself to stay professional this time.

Besides, something in you had seemed to change this time as well. You seemed uninterested in Colter’s presence, like you had also wanted to keep things professional.

**

Another seven hours passed before you finally got a lead in the case. The lead came from a local soccer coach who swore she saw the dilapidated RV surveying the park not ten minutes ago before it sped off. Now, you and Colter sat in a parked car with Agent Jones (your partner) keeping an eye out for the RV in case it decided to return. Jones was a no-nonsense type of agent. He reminded you a lot of Aaron Hotchner from Criminal Minds, yet he was much younger than the character. The way he always wore his tie a little too tightly made you internally roll your eyes. You always opted for the leather jacket and jeans combo.

“So, how long have you two known each other?” Jones asked.

“What makes you think we know each other?” you replied.

“About a year,” Colter answered his question politely. “How long have you two known each other?”

“Two months now,” Jones said. “I’m pretty new to the field.”

“Yeah, well, you seem to be doing a good job.” Colter smiled, making you roll your eyes slightly. Neither of the men in the car noticed, though. 

**

You three had caught the RV in the park and had followed it here, an old trailer park clearly no longer in use. You asked Jones to stay back and call for backup while you and Colter went to knock on the door. 

“You head left, I’ll knock on the door,” Colter said, pointing to the area he was referring to.

“What, are you crazy? We’re sticking together,” you whispered.

“Just trust me.”

“Fine.”

You shouldn’t have trusted him, because Colter’s plan got you punched in the face and himself shot. When you woke up, backup had arrived, and Colter was on a stretcher, getting wheeled to the ambulance parked nearby. 

“What happened?” you asked Jones, who was crouched next to you and offering his hand to help you stand up.

“You and Colter saved the kids, that’s what,” he said. “That nutcase was about to head to Canada, you two caught him just in time.”

“Is Colter okay?” you asked as Jones helped you stand up. “I noticed the three ambulances.”

“Colter was shot, but the other two are for the kids. They’re all gonna be fine, but the EMTs still want them to get checked out.”

**

You stood at the foot of Colter’s hospital bed. Seeing him lying there made your heart drop. You almost lost him today, and you had been too stubborn to admit to him you enjoyed his damn company. Tapping on his leg, you woke him up slowly.

“You’re awake,” you commented when he opened his eyes.

“Yeah, that happens when someone bothers you while you’re asleep,” he said.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked, a sense of sincerity in your tone.

“Fine, bullet barely grazed me.” He smiled. “Were you worried about me?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh please, as if!”

“You were!” he chuckled. “You were worried about me!”

“Shut up.” You playfully slapped his leg. “Where’s your chart?” you asked before you found it by the side of his bed. 

“What, you’re a doctor all of a sudden?” he scoffed.

“No, but I did take two years of medical school before joining the academy,” you said nonchalantly. 

“Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t ya?” He smirked. 

“Just shut up and let me read your damn chart.” There was a beat of silence as you read. “Yeah,” you breathed a sigh of relief, “you’re fine.”

“I literally just told you that.”

“Just shut up before I change my mind,” you sighed.

“Change your mind about what?”

“Colter… would you like to…” You trailed off, mumbling.

“I didn’t catch that?”

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” you asked.

He seemed absolutely shocked by the question.

Seriously? He wanted to say. You aren’t pulling my leg?

“Okay,” he replied with a small smile. Your eyes went wide with surprise for a quick second.

“Really?”

“Really.”

There was another moment of silence.

“Screw it,” you mumbled before you bent down and kissed his lips gently.

He smiled against your lips and let out a soft laugh.

“Thought you hated me?” he asked with a smirk when you pulled away.

“Just…” You put a finger to his lips. “Shush.” And you bent down to kiss him again.

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I think that pull is done whenever you and Frank are alone, in a elevator or supply closet or a on-call room

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YESSSS 😩 I love this concept soooo much because it’s so so Frank!!

Anon may I please add this to the pile of requests so I may turn it into a fic? 🥺

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Yes! You and Frank sharing wine and in each other company, just relaxing

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Yes!! There’s something so romantic about that type of situation— no plans, just relaxing together with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers he brought home.

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This is not a request but a concept to share. Something about shy!reader and Frank Langdon itches my brain in a certain way

omg I love this concept!! He’d want to tell the whole ER staff and you’d be kind of reluctant, he’d want to show you off to them but you’d be embarrassed.

(eventually you’d warm up to them and he’d get to show you off though)

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When The Clock Strikes Midnight, maybe it is because it shows Frank being very vulnerable and open

YES!! I hope to give a glimpse of that side of Frank :)

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COLTER SHAW

[1.4k] shush : (requested) you and colter have this push and pull energy going on.

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Just curious cause I’ve read it both ways and now I’m second guessing myself lol

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Had to make a meme to describe me currently

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This was beautifully written! Incredible job with the medical terms too, I could never lol!

Thank you for sharing this, and I can’t wait to read more of your work!

The Hospital Gossip Mill

Summary: Y/n and Langdon try to keep their relationship a secret at work, but eventually get caught by their observant colleagues

Author's Note: Based on this submission. Had so much fun writing this, hope you guys enjoy!

Ding

The elevator doors opened to the ED, and Y/n took a deep breath, bracing herself before stepping out. 

Looking at the hospital as one entity, the ED could be seen as the belly of the beast - but really the department was a beast in its own right. It was chaotic, loud, fast-paced, unpredictable. It was madness to put it plainly. But the team down here harnessed all that madness and used it to fuel their ingenuity and creativity. Now she’d never admit any of this out loud, and certainly not to any of the doctors down here - that would sound too much like praise or respect. 

What she will admit however is that it definitely takes a certain type of person to go into Emergency Medicine. One rotation in the ED back in med school was all it took for Y/n to decide it was not for her. She felt much more at home in General Surgery. Intense in a different way, the OR was high-pressure and high stakes, it demanded precision and endurance. And she loved every second of it.

Making her way across the floor to find Dr. Mohan, Y/n’s eyes also scanned around for any sight of another resident in particular who forgot his wallet at her apartment this morning. She had texted him to come pick it up during his lunch break, but considering it was now the tail end of their shift and he still hadn’t come up, she knew this was probably one of those days he didn't get a lunch break. 

Contemplating bringing it down with her after getting called to consult on Mohan’s abdominal trauma case, ultimately Y/n decided against it. It would be too obvious. Their relationship was still under wraps and she wanted to keep it that way. They didn’t need the hospital gossip mill catching any wind of something going on between her and Dr. Langdon. 

Focusing on the task at hand, she went over Mohan's call. The younger resident didn’t exactly deliver the case on a silver platter for her. The patient had no reliable history, incomplete imaging and a vague exam. Not to mention the patient was being combative enough to need restraints. 

This’ll be fun, Y/n scoffed to herself. 

From what Mohan could tell her, the patient is a 30-year-old male, took a fall during a manic episode, they got a FAST that’s equivocal and a borderline soft belly. There was some free fluid, so it could be a possible mesenteric bleed or the spleen. It could also possibly be nothing, just some muscle tension and a new patient for psych not surgery. 

Y/n won’t know for sure till she gets eyes and hands on it herself. 

—

“Just to confirm, CT incomplete, guarding when touched, and free fluid but no definitive source?”

“Correct,” Mohan nodded, they stood just outside the room. 

“Oh, well don’t make it too easy for me,” Y/n quipped sarcastically, before stepping in. 

Inside, she got her first look at their patient - alert but clearly agitated and restrained to the bed rails. Around the room were a few nurses, more than normal for a case like this. Surely just here to help restrain if he gets combative or aggressive again. 

“Hi Mr. Harvey, I’m Dr. L/n,” she introduced herself, slipping on a pair of gloves. “I’m just going to check your belly okay.”

Before Y/n could take another step closer, Mr. Harvey had already begun recoiling, pulling on his restraints, not wanting to be examined any further. Playing it cool and calm, Y/n held her hands up non threateningly. She spoke slowly hoping to soothe him just enough to get her hands on him. 

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just trying to find out what’s hurting you from the inside after your fall.” 

“I didn’t fall, I flew,” he corrected her indignantly.

“Right, my apologies,” she said, taking tentative steps forward, continuing to try and build trust with him. “The exam I'm going to perform might be uncomfortable, even painful, but I promise I will try to be as quick as I can. It’s the only way we can check for any internal injuries you sustained on your, uh, flight.”

Despite his face still contorting in a mixture of pain and defiance, the tension in his body seemed to ease. With the belts on his hand restraints slackened now, she figured this was as good as it was going to get. 

“I’m going to start my examination, alright Mr. Harvey? You’re going to need to stay as still as possible for me though.”

He didn’t respond, but laid still now. Taking that as permission, Y/n gave the nurses a silent signal to be ready to restrain him should the need arise before she proceeded to assess his abdominal quadrants. 

She leaned over Mr. Harvey slightly, gently but firmly palpating each quadrant starting furthest away from the area with reported pain. He was definitely tensing with the applied pressure, even starting to mumble incoherently in his discomfort. As she moved closer to the area Mohan had reported his pain was centered, he began to writhe and twist making it harder for Y/n to continue. But she went on anyway, asking him to remain calm. He probably couldn’t hear her though, the sound of his own voice going from mumbles to shouts drowning her out. She was about to press against his left lumbar region, and just the feeling of her nitrile glove brushing against his skin set him off. 

Kicking and screaming, pulling at his restraints trying to break himself free, Mr. Harvey was about to be a danger to himself if he continued like this. Mohan and the nurses stepped in. All four of them tried to hold him down so Y/n could finish her exam, but it only made things worse. Mr. Harvey thrashed even more violently now. Somehow in the heat of things he managed to get a hold of the IV line he was hooked up to and yanked on it, hard. 

“Dr. L/n, look out,” Mohan tried to warn her but it was too late. 

Before she could even process what Mohan said, Y/n felt a hard, cold piece of metal fall on her head with a thud. Loud clanking followed as the IV stand fell on the floor in front of her. 

“Fuck,” she grunted, the pain sending a cold wave of shock all over her body. Immediately putting pressure on the wound, she instructed everyone to get him under control. Pulling her hand back to check for bleeding, Y/n cursed again seeing her gloves covered in red.

From across the bed, Mohan’s eyes widened watching a trickle of blood drip down the side of Y/n’s forehead. “Oh damn, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m aware,” Y/n snapped in her frustration and pain. 

“Maybe you should step out, get that checked. I’ll call down for another consult-”

“I’m fine,” Y/n shook it off, ignoring the pulsing on her forehead. “We need to finish this exam now. If he needs the OR we can’t waste any more time.”

“It looks pretty bad,” Mohan winced, imagining the gash that must’ve been behind Y/n’s hand. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Y/n insisted, growing annoyed at the concern. This was just a little cut, she’ll manage. “Just get him under control so I can finish. And get me some gauze, please. Now.”

 —

Dropping off one of the tablets back at the nurse’s station, Langdon heard Mateo and Princess speaking in hushed tones which could only mean one thing - new gossip. While he tried to stay above the gossip and rumors, he just couldn’t help himself from listening in.

“Is it true one of the surgical residents got headbutted by that psych patient that came in earlier. The one talking about flying and shit.”

“No, I think it was a piece of equipment that hit her head,” Princess said, correcting Mateo.

“Well whatever it was, I heard she’s getting stitches.”

A premature smirk spread across Langdon’s face as he assumed the aforementioned surgical resident was Dr. Garcia. For all the shit she gives, he wasn’t going to let her live this one down. Little Miss Knife-happy getting cut on the job? It was almost poetic. 

“Who was it?” Langdon asked smugly. 

“Dr. L/n,” Princess said.

That wiped the smirk right off his face. Curiosity turning to concern, he tried to get more information about what happened.

“Stitches huh?” he asked, trying not to sound too interested. “It must’ve been a deep wound.”

“Must be,” Mateo shrugged. “I heard Javadi saying she bled through her gauze.”

So Javadi’s on the case? Langdon didn’t want to assume the worst, but he immediately recalled the intern’s first day here. How she fainted about an hour in after seeing some blood. Sure Javadi had gained more experience and hadn’t fainted again since, but it still made Langdon a bit uneasy knowing she was handling Y/n’s stitches.

“Who’s Javadi with right now?” Langdon continued to press.

“Collins, I think,” Mateo said, nodding over to the examination room just opposite to the nurse’s station. 

Pretending to check the board for a new case, Langdon stood there at the nurses station for a moment tapping his fingers on the counter idly. Staring at all the columns and rows of patients on the screen, the only case he was interested in at the moment was Y/n’s. But as badly as he wanted to rush across the hall to check in on her, he didn’t want to look too panicked and give himself away. Not in front of Princes and Mateo - those two didn’t need anything else to gossip about. 

But the pair of nurses had already shot each other a quick, knowing look as they watched Langdon try, and fail, to slip away from the counter unnoticed towards the exam room Y/n was in. 

—

Y/n, Javadi, and Collins all jumped in surprise as Langdon barged into the room suddenly. 

Collins looked at him quizzically, not understanding what he was doing here. Despite the bleeding, this was a superficial, clean edge laceration. Closing with simple sutures should do the trick. They didn’t need backup nor did she call for it. 

“Collins, Javadi. Just, uh, checking if you needed, y’know any help in here,” he explained unconvincingly. 

“No, we’ve got it,” Collins said as she checked to see Y/n was properly numbed before they started suturing.

“Dr. L/n,” he greeted Y/n as casually as possible, trying to sound more snide rather than sorry to see her sitting there on the examination table. “What happened to you?”

“IV stand to the head,” she replied, averting his gaze as he stepped closer, taking a look at her laceration. 

She held her breath, ignoring the way her stomach fluttered as she felt his fingertips brush a strand of hair away from the area. It took all her self control to not start smiling like an idiot. This is exactly why she avoided coming down to the ED as much as she could, pushing most of the consults off to Dr. Garcia instead. She just couldn’t hide how she felt around him and it's not like he made it any easier for her - especially not now.

Eyes flitting between Y/n and Langdon, Collins could sense there was definitely something going on there. Expecting some back and forth to ensue between the two, Collins was surprised, almost disappointed when she heard none. Not a peep from either of them. Aside from the sound of rattling tools as Javadi prepped to suture, the room was silent. Weird. A surgical resident was in the room and not a single insult was being thrown? Not even a bit of banter? That wasn’t like Langdon at all. And while Collins didn’t know Y/n quite as well, she knew she was from surgery. And anyone from surgery never missed a chance to take a friendly jab at the ED. Hell, just moments ago Y/n made a comment about wanting to stitch herself up rather then get botched on a rush job.

It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. 

As Javadi rolled her seat in front of Y/n, ready to start suturing with a P-3 needle and 5-0 nylon in hand, Y/n could not pass up the opportunity to give the intern a hard time.

“Careful with the bite size alright. This is my face, not a quilt.”

“Right,” Javadi said, forcing out a nervous laugh before swallowing the lump in her throat.

Watching tensely, as Javadi put in the first stitch, Langdon was shocked Y/n let someone aside from herself stitch up that wound, let alone an intern. Collins was right there. She was far more experienced than Javadi and could ensure each stitch would be identical, that the tension was distributed evenly, that the scarring would be minimal. 

“You sure you don’t want to do it yourself,” Langdon whispered as Collins stepped back to stand beside him. She shot him a side-eye at the unsolicited suggestion. With this being a teaching hospital and all, the whole point was to have the students learn and practice. The judgement and suspicion on her face had him quickly trying to explain himself. “To show Javadi the proper technique that is.” 

While that was a fair point, this wasn't Javadi's first time suturing and Collins was confident in the intern’s abilities to close up a simple laceration like this. Peering over Javadi’s shoulder for good measure, Collins nodded pleased with her work so far. 

“No need. She’s doing a great job,” she assured him, before eyeing him suspiciously. “We’re all good here y’know. You can go.”

Langdon opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to string together a good excuse to stay. Taking too long to come up with something that sounded reasonable, Collins spoke up again. 

“Or is there a particular reason you’d like to stay?” she teased, cocking her subtly at Y/n. 

“No, no,” he said, shaking his head a little too hard. “You’re right, you guys got it all under control.”

Mhm, Collins nodded in agreement, watching him closely as he turned to leave. 

Langdon spared one last fleeting, but longing, glance at Y/n before finally walking through the door. And that was all Collin’s needed to validate her suspicions. Oh, those two definitely had something going she said to herself. Charging in here randomly, the uncharacteristic lack of snark, the worry in his eyes, his reluctance to leave. Such obvious tells. Was he even trying to be discreet? 

— 

The sun was just about to set as Langdon watched, from the far end of the parking lot, batches of the morning shift employees exit the hospital.

He didn’t usually wait for Y/n after work like this. Too many eyes around that might see them together. Although recently they’ve been spending most nights together, either at his or hers, they intentionally drove to work separately despite working the same hours for the sake of keeping their relationship private.

But today they slept in a little later than usual. Maybe her bed was comfier than his or maybe it was just the fact he was in bed with her, but he did not want to leave that bed. Needless to say those extra few minutes laying around together had him rushing out of her door forgetting his wallet on her dresser.

He planned on sneaking away to grab it from her over lunch like she had texted him to, but the ED was slammed. He was lucky that a very grateful patient sent them a few boxes of pizza as a thank-you, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have eaten anything all day.

So today, he waited for her and his wallet, leaning on the trunk of her car. He didn’t expect to be waiting this long though. Looking down at his wrist, it was already 5:19. Y/n was supposed to be off at 5. He was about to give her a call when he spotted her speed walking across the parking lot. 

“There you are,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “I was starting to worry you got into another fight with an IV stand.” 

“Not funny,” y/n said, shaving his shoulder playfully, smiling despite herself. “Sorry, I took so long. I just lost track of time trying to finish up this report.”

Langdon brushed off her apology. He would’ve waited any amount of time to see her. Especially after today. Since Collins practically kicked him out of the room while y/n was getting her stitches, he didn’t get to check in on her afterwards, to see how they turned out. 

“Can’t believe you let an intern suture your face,” he said. 

Y/n just shrugged. She remembered what it was like being an intern. Just starting out, wanting to glove up and scrub in on anything she could, trying to get someone to give her a chance to prove herself. And besides, the laceration wasn’t that deep and about 2, maybe 3 centimeters max. It was also, thankfully, close enough to her hairline so any scaring wouldn’t be too noticeable. Any intern should’ve been able to do it. But if she had to choose one from the ED, she was glad it was Javadi. 

“She’s Shamsi’s kid. I’m pretty sure she’s been practicing sutures since she was like 10,” y/n joked. Langdon laughed, having seen that mother-daughter dynamic first hand, he suspected there was probably some truth there. 

Cupping her face gently, he turned her head to get a better look at Javadi’s handiwork on her forehead. Not bad, he thought pleasantly surprised at how good they turned out. Swatting his hands away from her face, trying to get him to stop fussing over her, she turned the tables. 

“What I can’t believe is how you came bursting into the room like that.”

Langdon groaned. In hindsight it wasn’t the best idea, considering they wanted to keep their relationship a secret. But once he heard she was hurt, he couldn’t help himself. He needed to make sure she was alright, to see to it that she was being treated appropriately. 

“I was worried. Okay?” he admitted, resting his hands on her waist tenderly. “Mateo was saying you got head butted.”

Placing her hands on his chest, Y/n rolled her eyes at just how fast that news traveled around the hospital. The gossip mill truly never rests. While she was touched by his concern, this put their relationship at risk of being the next big story. 

“Collins is so onto us now, I bet-” 

A loud revving caught her attention, interrupting her train of thought. Turning around, a black sedan came to pull up right beside them. Immediately, the pair pulled apart as they waited for the windows to roll down revealing Garcia in the driver’s seat. 

“Okay lovebirds, when two of you are done making kissy-face, come meet the team at Mulligan’s for a round. You two have a lot of explaining to do,” she laughed, before speeding off. 

Y/n and Langdon turned to each other in disappointment - they’d been outed. It was hard to say by who or even when. It could’ve been Collins, today after Langdon came to check on Y/n. Or it could’ve been Perlah who caught the pair walking out of the on-call room the other day. Or it could've been Garcia, just now, as she drove by seeing them all loved up. One thing was for certain though, by tomorrow morning everyone will know. From the OR, to the ED and all the departments in between.

Resignation set in as they accepted their fate. It was inevitable after all. The fact they’d managed to conceal it for this long was quite the accomplishment considering how nosy and chatty everyone they worked with seemed to be.

With sigh, Y/n looked at the bright side, at least now they didn’t have to worry about being seen together. No need to sneak around to hang out during their breaks. She didn't have to keep avoiding come down to the ED. They could drive to work together now too, save some gas and take the carpool lane. 

Also trying to find good in all this, Langdon wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing a comforting kiss on the side of her head.

“Hey, at least that Dr. West will stop hitting on you once he knows you’ve got a boyfriend down in the pit,” he said lowly in her ear. 

“Oh please,” Y/n turned in his arms to face him, “You’re one to talk! As if all those new travel nurses aren’t throwing themselves at you.”

“Jealous?” he teased, pulling her tighter against him. 

“Are you?” she challenged, arms resting in his shoulders naturally,m.

With their faces now just inches apart, drawn together like magnets, there was no fighting the pull between them. Their lips met eagerly, having yearned for this feeling since they last kissed this morning.

So caught up in one another, the only distraction around that pulled them away from each other was the loud, obnoxious emergency alert going off on both their phones. A chemical spill blocked off traffic on the busiest highway in the city - the exact highway both Y/n and Langdon took to get home. 

The roads were going to be backed up now that the highway was closed. Langdon hated sitting in traffic, just the thought got him irritated. 

“What do you say we take up Garcia’s offer?” he suggested.

“You’re kidding, right?” Y/n asked, thinking he couldn’t be serious. If they went, they’d be walking into a lion’s den full of scrutiny, teasing, and never-ending grilling. 

“I say that beats the traffic. It’s just a couple blocks walk. We could have a beer, wait out the traffic, make our debut as a couple?”

She thought about it for a second. He wasn’t wrong. And despite having hoped to keep their relationship private, the thought of walking in on his arm was kind of exciting. 

“Alright, your idea, you’re paying,” y/n said, fishing his wallet from her tote, and tossing it to him. 

Catching it smoothly, Langdon let out an offended pfft, draping his other arm around her as they walked out of the parking lot. 

“I always pay anyway.”

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Finishing a long day at work and he’s there waiting for you 😛😍

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Can u write Frank Langdon with his gf having a panic attack while dealing with a patient

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

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SPOILERS! for season one, episode eleven

pairing: frank langdon x female reader

rating: PG-13 for language, pitt type blood

word count: 0.5k

warnings: pittfest incident, panic attack

author’s note: thank you so much for the request, anon!

It should’ve been a normal shift. Sure, it was a generally shitty day, but it shouldn’t have been this shitty. There shouldn’t have been this many patients all at once, there wasn’t supposed to be a mass casualty event like this. It was all just too much.

You felt the whole world caving in on you, you felt your lungs tighten as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel your heart beating in your chest. 

“I-I need to take a break,” you barely got the words out.

“Y/n!” Langdon called after you as you walked away. He quickly informed Abbott of the situation before he followed you around the corner as you tried to breathe.

“I-I can’t–fuck,” you gasped.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Langdon said softly. He put his hands on your cheeks and turned your face so you were looking at him. “You need to breathe,” he told you.

It seemed obvious, yet it seemed impossible in the moment.

“I-I can’t,” you said, hyperventilating. 

“We’re gonna do it together, okay?” He nodded and got you to nod along with him. “Okay. In,” he took a deep breath in, “and out,” he breathed out slowly. “In,” again he took in a breath, “and out. In and out. In and out.” He continued breathing with you until you seemed to calm down. “Better?”

You nodded, but you were clearly still panicking. 

“Okay, we’re gonna try some grounding exercises,” he said calmly.

“Okay.” You nodded a little.

“List five things you can see,” he told you.

“Bloody tile–”

“Okay, we’re gonna try something else,” he cut you off, not wanting you to spiral further.

He guided you further down the hall, so it wasn’t as easy to see the chaos. He again asked you to list five things in your sight.

“Lockers,” you started listing, breathing heavily.

“What else?”

“Lab coat, trash can, clock, your eyes,” you finished.

“Four things you can feel,” he said.

“Your hands on my cheeks,” you started. You touched the locker next to you, “The hard, metal locker.” You touched a hand to Langdon’s forearm, “Your arm, and my badge,” you touched it as you listed it. 

“Good, that’s good. We’re gonna skip sound because we both know what we hear, and it’s not great,” he said, referencing the panicked state of everyone bustling around them. You nodded. “Two things you can smell.”

“The crappy cafeteria food,” you said, a small smile slowly finding its way onto your lips. “And… your cologne.”

“One thing you can taste?”

“My gum from earlier,” you said.”

“Perfect. How you feeling? Better?”

“Much, thank you, Langdon.”

“Why don’t you take a minute before heading back out there?” he suggested. 

“No, I’m okay,” you assured him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you.” You pulled him into a quick hug and thanked him again before you both got back to work.