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sarah (follows from @sayruhh) | she/they | grownup (mdni) | hot take machine | mel king's wife | frank langdon's #1 defender | kingdon truther / rabbot supporter / (platonic) mentos 5ever

[cryingondowntime]

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sarah, 32

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chronic pain haver (fibromyalgia, hypermobility, possible secret third thing).

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[thelightreflects]

dry spell

day twenty-two: connect, 491 words @kingdonmicrofic

He doesn’t mean to, but she puts her hand on his thigh when she’s telling him goodbye from the passenger seat of his car, and he gasps, then laughs it off when Mel gives him a look, saying he hasn’t been touched like that in a while.

It takes him a few seconds to realize how inappropriate it is. He’s only known her for two months, he’s her senior resident, and he’s trying to be a friend.

He stutters through an apology, but she says it’s OK, that he can tell her anything.

So, Frank tells her, voice gravely, that he and Abby haven’t had sex in more than a year, omitting that Mel is all he thinks about when he gets himself off now.

“I mean, we haven’t even kissed in months, and I just miss the physical intimacy,” he says. “We don’t connect like that anymore, and we had problems before rehab, but at least when we were fucking there was something and —”

He shakes his head and says, “You know what I mean.”

“Not really,” she says quietly. “I’ve never had sex, never wanted to.”

His mouth opens, but he can’t get any words out, and her expression is unreadable.

“I would for you, though.”

It’s earth-shattering, and he drops his gaze to her lips, sees her tongue peeking out like she’s biting it.

She squeezes his thigh, the touch meant to put him at ease, but it makes him buzz as she tells him that she wants to do this for both of them if that's what he wants.

“I do, Mel, but you’ve never wanted to have sex, so I don’t understand,” he says, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What’s different now?”

She shrugs and says, “It’s you.”

It knocks the breath out of him, two words and that look in her eyes. She wants him to be her first, and he’s overcome with the desire to be her only.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He lets out a strangled what, his face heating at the thought of doing that, and she motions to her building.

“Oh, I can’t, uh — she’s expecting me home soon. We’ll talk later, though?”

She smiles, caressing his thigh, then she opens the door and gets out of the car, waving as she walks away.

Later, when he’s in bed next to Abby, he unlocks his phone, going to the messages app instead of going to sleep.

He opens the chat with Mel, not knowing what to say now.

And like she knows he’s thinking about her, she sends him a list of the dates and times she has the apartment to herself, and a screenshot of a colour-coded spreadsheet detailing everything she wants to do with him.

[FL, 10:58 p.m.] That’s... wow, Mel. Let’s do Thursday?

[MK, 10:59 p.m.] Yay!!! Can’t wait

He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a deep breath, and holds the phone against his chest.

[cryingondowntime]

[yourwildflowerbouquet]

I NEED Mel to trip over something in season three and fall straight into Langdon’s arms

[cryingondowntime]

both mel and frank being bi/pan, vers and switch is a loadbearing wall in my headcanon of them and directly ties into how i interpret their relationship and their characters and atp nobody can tell me anything to change my mind

[lislemons]

the pitt characters as posts that reminded me of them part 4

[codeblueberry]

The Night Shift, everyone

[anextrapart]

The Pitt + Text Posts (06/?)

[i-like-to-think-that-im-cool]

Another thing I appreciate about The Pitt is that instead of having one completely socially flawed person (aside from Monica ofc)- it shows a lot of generally progressive people who have certain biases here and there that they still need to unlearn

This is so much more realistic than characters being completely on one side of the line or the other. Just because someone labels themselves as progressive doesn’t mean they magically unlearn all the bigotry of our society. And just because someone still hasn’t unlearned a bias doesn’t mean they’re a hateful bigot who can’t be redeemed.

[catboybiologist]

Tapping the sign.

[pocketsope]

thinking, pondering…wondering even

[langdon-mel]

mel taking charge and doing whatever she wants to frank, like just completely manhandling him. shoving him against walls and counters and pushing him onto the bed and the couch and down on his knees. ms. learning to take what she needs and mr. needs to be needed

[slowburnlover]

Thinking about Mel and Langdon sitting side to side charting when Frank notices Mel's shoelaces coming undone and casually putting her foot on his lap to tie them back, then giving a tiny loving tap on her heel afterwards so she knows to bring her leg back down. No eye contact. No communication. Seamless interaction like they've done this hundreds of times before.

[slowburnlover]

Bonus points of course being everyone's reaction witnessing it and if people in the ED still think Frank's married (if he is and they are just insane or if he is faking so people don't gossip is up to you)

[penandinkprincess]

sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

This phrase has already entered my vocabulary re: media criticism where like. The viewer has a concrete view of what they expect a story to be based on the tropes and cliches they're used to seeing together, and when that doesn't happen, they judge it as a failed depiction of what they assumed it was going to be instead of judging it as what it actually is.

"This show is problematic because the hero didn't kill the villain at the end": When does he steal the bread?

"These two characters who were close friends throughout the series don't kiss at the end! What the fuck?": When does he steal the bread?

"This feels like it's missing a conclusion! Like, the protagonist does bad stuff and because of a critical decision he makes as a result of his major character flaws, meets tragedy in the end! Where's the part where he learns better and brings is love back from the dead and becomes a good guy and gets a happy ending?": When does he steal the fucking bread??

[thetetra]

I heard this out as "When criticizing something, you must judge it for what it is, not what it isn't"

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#this is why so many of us urge people to get a wider diet of stories

[captainscurvyisajoke]

@kingdonmicrofic

Day 22: connect Word count: 467 (infidelity, Abby's POV, a little nsfw)

AO3

Abby loved her family. She loved Tanner's endless curiosity, Penny's slobbering kisses, and Frank.

Of course she loved her husband. He had perfect dark hair that fell perfectly on his forehead in strands —she worked really hard to convince him to get that haircut when they met. She loved that he was exactly three inches taller than her so their selfies together looked stunning on her instagram profile.

They were the perfect couple with the perfect kids.

Lately, though, she found herself stalling inside her car in the garage.

She just needed a minute.

She'd take a few deep breaths and gather up the courage to lift her head from the steering wheel, turn off the engine, and get to her family to be mom-slash-wife again.

She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat when the screen on the car lit up: “Bluetooth Connected”, it read. Abby was tired of telling Frank to turn off his Bluetooth when he wasn't using it. It drained his battery, and then he'd disappear for hours with a dead phone.

His voice echoed inside the car. By the sound of it, he was playing a video. There was some rustling and heavy breathing in the background, and for a second she thought it was something recorded by accident —he was such an old man with technology— then she heard his voice.

“You are such a good girl, baby,” he praised. “Letting me record you like this.”

Abby's blood ran cold. More rustling came through and then the breathy sounds became louder.

“Open up,” he said, his deep voice demanding but gentle. “Suck.”

There was the unmistakable sound of a woman sucking on Frank's fingers, followed by the wet pop of her mouth pulling away —she was sure. He had a thing for it that she found a little disgusting and avoided at all costs considering what he did with his hands at work.

“Oh, I know, baby,” he cooed at the desperate mewls of the other woman, like he was charmed by it.

He was moaning too, praising her sounds, her beauty, how good her pussy was taking his fingers, how wet she was just for him.

“Dr. Langdon,” the woman said. A shiver ran down her spine.

Abby knew that voice. It was distorted by the intensity of her pleasure but the deep tone of it was a giveaway. That was Melissa King, the woman who treated Tanner when they visited the hospital for his sprained wrist. Dr. King, R4 who was under her husband's supervision —in more ways than one.

Abby's stomach twisted with disgust.

Suddenly she lost connection.

Abby needed a minute to turn off the engine, take a few deep breaths and get inside the house.

She loved Tanner and Penny. She was ready to kill Frank.

[butterflykisses86]

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