tantric lovers ( they can't be apart )
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Robby and Frank meet ten years prior. It only makes everything more difficult.
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It was probably a good thing that no one assumed that Mel and Frank could possibly be dating. They had agreed to keep it a secret, after all.
But, come on. Not one rumor? Really?
It was starting to piss Frank off.
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He almost made it out of Louie’s room when he saw it.
A beer can, sitting innocently on the table.
Langdon sees the beer Robby intended to give Louie, and his hurt opens the door for their much needed conversation.
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“Dr. J, finally.” a patient exclaimed in the triage room, a smile on her face.
Dr. Langdon turned in his chair to face Victoria. “It is so nice to meet you, Dr. J.” he said, a teasing tone seeping into his voice as thick as syrup.
"Dr." Javadi's pov during her TikTok account reveal
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Robby and Langdon bicker like the spiritual divorcees they are in the break room.
It’s only afterwards that Robby starts to wonder why they don’t do this outside of work.
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- Part 2 of RobbyLangdon Hell
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Frank grows a beard...no one is normal about it.
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- Part 1 of Langdon, the Unknowing Chaos Gremlin
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“It’s two in the morning and you idiots are walking around like the four stooges.” Frank Langdon narrows his eyes, scanning the group from inside his car, leaning over the passenger side with a sort of disappointment etched onto his features.
“Taco Bell?” Mel replied, the first one to shake herself from shock and curate words.
“It’s like two blocks away.” Victoria nodded, holding onto Dennis like a lifeline as she swayed.
A short, exasperated breath left Frank, his hand coming up to rub the corners of his eyes before he sighs out: “Yeah, the other direction, dimwits.”
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Frank Langdon, in attempt to take a peaceful, late night drive to clear his mind, happens upon the drunk, unruly and Taco Bell bound Pittlings -
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The words Trinity was thinking were out of her mouth before she could consider them. “I just didn’t want him to touch me again.”
“Again?” His voice was suddenly spiked with alarm, so much so that Trinity couldn’t quite decipher his confusion for a second longer than she should’ve. “He’s done this before?”
“No, not him,” she clarified, then raised her left hand to make the vague outline of a man in the air. “I mean. Him.”
Langdon looked at the blank space she had gestured to, like it might explain what she meant. He sounded wary as he said, “Okay, Santos.”
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trinity santos gets drugged and the only person there to help is her least favorite coworker. lucky her.