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Frank posting videos of the elaborate lunch boxes he makes for Mel, including showing what she ate and what she brought home at the end of the day, and everyone in the comments is like aww your daughter is so lucky to have such a caring dad! She’ll grow out of her picky phase soon!

goddessofnightmaresfics

@kingdonmicrofic | day 9: gift | rated: g | wc: 271

Abby stared at the leatherback journal in front of her, small daisies and a name inscribed onto the fabric.

It was custom, she could tell, from the softness of the leather to the detail in the gold of the name:

Doctor Melissa King

M.D. | MPH

unfurlingbraid

"he needs a friend" is exactly the right statement for langdon and mel at this moment in time.

langdon has not hit his first year of sobriety. his recovery is at the center of his character, and there's so much more work to be done for him to be somewhere good with it. s2 saw him still frustrated and bitter about how he perceives he was treated by everyone (10 months is a long time to be alone with your thoughts, etc). in his confrontation with santos, he's very "i have faced my consequences!" and his attitude about it comes across as "oh, has he actually made as much progress as he thinks?"

he's still got a very long road ahead of him, and repairing his life is the goal, right? okay, so s3 langdon is all "wah my marriage is bad. still. i need to fix it by being better at home" and robby gives him some cloying pep talk once they have their big emotional reconciliation and saves the day. does the marriage survive? i'm guessing that's where the pitt's ambiguity comes into play

enter mel king, who just wants to support her friend who is having a hard time. she does this by being herself for him, because that's all she really needs to do. we all saw the fireworks scene. there is no walking back from the moment we're shown they're a light in the dark for each other. that is 100% canon.

but mel is also figuring things out. who is she without the role of caretaker being the most important? we are (hopefully) going to see mel coming more into herself, figuring herself out. what does mel king want? what makes her who she is? she doesn't know in four months.

they're both in the middle of cycles that have to finish before anything new can start. but they'll be doing it together as two friends who need each other more desperately than romantically. where does that lead?

the juice is in the unknown!

and unless pb or td depart the show after s3 (worst case scenario, i'm prepared to jump if this happens) we'll continue to be fed.

(and i still see them leaving the hospital together at the end of the season. i'll hold out for that one until march 2027)

(or that marriage is bones and his bracelet is a tether)

("it's fraternal" does not align with the story we've been shown so far. if that's really, truly what they're going for, the visuals are failing)

(none of this is to invalidate how anyone feels. i could be extremely wrong!)

lostlamblizzie

forever thinking about the fact that perlah alawi also had such a terrible awful fucking shift and managed to smile through most of it. stay her reliable self through most of it. even her emotions over louie didn't take over. she only let herself break on the roof, after the shift was done. perlah alawi I love you so so so much

astrangerlikeme

la amo muchooo

fromiftowhen

@kingdonmicrofic day 09 | gift | g | 446/446

3 gifts Frank gives Mel + 1 they give each other.

1.

As a rule, Mel doesn't like the hospital cafeteria. The food isn't great, it's always loud, and sometimes there's a smell.

But when she forgets her lunch on a Tuesday in May, she braves it anyway.

She's just picked out a sandwich and a bruised-looking apple when she all but runs into Frank.

“Oh, hi!” She says, surprised. She was pretty sure he'd left an hour ago.

“Hey,” he grins. There's a bag of chips in his hand as she trails him to the cash register.

“I thought you left,” she says, reaching for her wallet.

“Nah, I've got a meeting down the street in a little while, didn't want to go all the way home. Hey,” he greets the cashier. “Add her food to mine,” he says, just smiling over at her as Mel tries to protest.

It's the first thing he ever buys her, and the first of many meals they eat together.

2.

“Frank, these are way too expensive.”

“Don't worry about it,” he tells her, reaching for the box to cut the seal before handing it back to her. “Try them on.”

The pale blue headphones are actually comfy, and not too heavy around her ears. They're worlds better than her old pair. And when she flicks a switch on the side, all noise fades away.

“These are perfect,” she says, fully aware she's probably yelling when Frank’s eyes crinkle in a happy laugh.

As his laugh lines disappear, she watches the shape of his lips as they move.

“Hmm?” She asks, slipping one ear off.

“I said, I love you, Mel. Happy birthday.”

3.

“Are you sure?”

“Am I sure?” Frank laughs, running a shaky hand through his hair as he looks up at her. “Mel, I promise, I've never been more sure of a single thing in my life.”

“But you… we… it's only been a year,” she says, the words feeling like lead on her tongue. There's a buzzing in her head as she replays his question.

“Mel, I knew on our first date I was going to ask you to marry me. Really, I'm still shocked I didn't do it that night.”

She laughs, tears pooling and smudging her glasses.

“Good tears? Bad tears?” He looks a little stricken as she reaches for his hands.

“The best,” she assures him. “Yes, Frank. Let's get married.”

The ring is simple, and he's added a thin purple silicone band in the box too. She wears them both, just because she can.

+1.

“She's beautiful,” Frank whispers. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” Mel smiles. “I literally couldn't have done it alone.”

Their baby girl is born on a Tuesday in May, and she's perfect.

mateo-diaz

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @japril 💙 mel's google search history + frank's version by the loveliest rebekah!

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kingdonagegap

thinking a lot about mel and frank both being audio erotica VAs and they listen to each other's audios. Mel's a virgin and she always listens to frank's when she touches herself because its the only thing that gets her off. Frank being divorced and sad and lonely in his new apartment and this girl's soft voice is the only thing that makes it feel less lonely (and makes his dick hard).

Then they meet at the pitt and fuck, and they record it (audio only) for their followers

dad-inside

(they record the video only for themselves to look back on later)

sadistrobinavitch

his dick hurts cause he wants to fuck his coworker

sadistrobinavitch

his dick hurts cause he wants to fuck his coworker

sawdustandstardust

what if the nude band on langdon’s wrist is not a hair tie but a rubber band? an escalation of the perceived hair tie snap as coping mechanism from season 2? what if instead of controlling his own pain as a regulatory recovery tool, it’s instead become a form of self-harm and shame, a reminder of his failure? what if a blond r3 offers herself for him to control?? to enact pain on? because she trusts him so much?? what if this old dog meets a new trick?? what if???

thelightreflects

don’t wake me up if it’s all a dream

day eight: midnight, 489 words @kingdonmicrofic

He doesn’t dream often, but he’s dreaming of Mel now.

The way she’s touching his chest and saying his name seems so real that he tries to stay in it, the only place where he can be with her like this.

But as she says, Frank, Frank, honey, wake up, there’s a prickle of consciousness he can’t ignore, and he opens his eyes, sees that she’s really there next to him on the bed in the on-call room, her hand on his chest.

“Mel?”

“It’s after midnight, and Dr. Shen needs you back in the ER.”

He sits up slowly, bending one of his legs so he’s closer to her on the bed, his knee pressing against her thigh.

“What are you doing here?”

“Presby lost power because of the storm, so ambulances are diverting and there are a lot of MVCs coming in,” she explains. “Since I wasn’t on shift today, well, yesterday, I got called in to help until the day shift starts.”

“You’re staying until the morning? We should get breakfast when we’re off shift.”

It comes out quickly, even though he’s still foggy from sleep, and she smiles, moves her hand up to cradle his jaw, brushing her thumb against his cheek.

“Frank, you’ll be exhausted from working a double.”

“But I miss you,” he whines.

And he can’t even be embarrassed about how he sounds because it makes her blush, red spreading across her face.

He leans his forehead against hers and takes a deep breath, savouring this quiet moment with Mel, and he reaches up to latch onto her wrist.

That’s when the door opens, the sound making her flinch and pull away from him, and he sees Ellis in the doorway.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Ellis says, coming into the on-call room. “Shen is looking for both of you.”

Mel gets up from the bed, stuttering an explanation about waking him up, and then she rushes to the door with a see you out there, Dr. Langdon, and he misses her already.

He almost falls out of the bed trying to follow after her, and he notices Ellis smirking.

“Don’t,” he says, avoiding her eyes.

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

And then he’s out the door.

He doesn’t get to talk to Mel for the rest of their shift, the ER packed with patients, but she’s leaning against the lockers when he’s done with handoff.

“You’re still here,” he says, bending down and dropping to his knees in front of his locker, trying not to be distracted by how close she is, how intimate it feels to be looking up at her like this.

She raises her eyebrows, smiles, and says, “Don’t you want to take me out for breakfast?”

“Yes,” he says in a rush, putting a hand on her thigh, just above her knee, and the touch makes her breath catch. “I want — uh, yeah, let’s go.”

fromiftowhen

@kingdonmicrofic day 08 | midnight | 323/323

Mel King knows she's a good kid. She's a respectful daughter, a doting sister, an excellent student.

She's also bored and restless and yearning for adventure. Living in a small town is all she's ever known, and that’s okay.

That is, until Frank Langdon stares her down across the library table, their science books spread around them halfway through a tutoring session, and asks, “what do you do for fun?"

whimsicalfairytales

I’ve never seen a single episode of the pitt but I do think that kind autistic woman should fuck the twitchy drug guy who has the eyes of an abandoned shelter dog

landoslutmeout

and get married right after

thelightreflects

checking your location (did you make it home)

day three: gala, 476 words @kingdonmicrofic

It’s hard to drive away from Mel’s apartment when he knows an empty house is waiting for him and she’s in there, alone, taking off her dress.

But she didn’t ask him to stay like he thought she would after the night they had at the gala, sitting closer than they needed to, slow dancing, him putting his suit jacket over her shoulders when they went out for air, her wanting to leave early and asking him to take her home.

So, he drives around until he finds a coffee shop that’s open late.

And he’s sitting in the parked car, staring at his phone, debating calling her, when the screen lights up with a notification.

[MK, 10:23 p.m.] Are you OK?

[FL, 10:24 p.m.] Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?

[MK, 10:24 p.m.] You’re not home yet

He looks around the street, thinking that she’s on the sidewalk waiting for him to notice her, even though he just dropped her off, and she can’t actually be there.

[FL, 10:26 p.m.] ???

[MK, 10:27 p.m.] You shared your location with me a couple months ago

He remembers now how she was freaking, thinking he was gone again, when he got a flat tire on the way to work and wasn’t there during morning rounds.

Frank doesn’t reply to her message, head spinning and heart racing because he knew she cared, that she liked him, but not like this.

[MK, 10:29 p.m.] I am so sorry. I shouldn’t be looking at your location, you only meant for it to be that one time

That spurs him into action, and he calls her, but she doesn’t pick up. He tries again, but it goes straight to voicemail again, like she’s declining his call, not just ignoring it because she tossed her phone across the room.

[FL, 10:32 p.m.] Pick up

[FL, 10:33 p.m.] Mel, please

He tries again, and it rings, rings and rings until she finally answers.

“Hi.”

“Don’t hate me,” she says in a rush.

“I could never hate you.”

“Fine, but you shouldn’t be nice to me either.”

It makes him smile that she’s trying to negotiate how he feels about her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice shaky like she’s going to cry.

“Don’t be. I was sitting in my car, not wanting to go home and thinking about you, wondering if calling you would be too desperate. And now knowing that you were checking on me? That you've been keeping track of me for months? Fuck, Mel, I —”

There's a moment of silence, and he drops his head back to the seat, his hand to his thigh, overwhelmed.

“Come back.”

He inhales sharply and asks, “Yeah?”

“Please.”

“I’m on my way,” he says, putting the car in drive and speeding down the street.

And he can tell she’s smiling when she says, “I know.”