just realizing langdon hasn’t yet learned how lonely and outcasted mel has been the last ten months in season 2, which is probably part of the reason he’s confused she’s still at work at the end (he assumes incorrectly she has a life outside becca!), and so he’s going to LOSE IT if he sees anyone being dismissive to her on the job because he won’t understand why they’d be anything but kind to her the way he is and i just—
@kingdonmicrofic july 18, alternative prompt: bang (wc: 306/347)
cw: mature, infidelity
They did this thing, sometimes. It was weird and shameful and like nothing Mel had ever heard of before, and they didn’t do it a lot, but it went like this: first, they’d share a look. This part always just kind of happened - it’s not like they ever planned it. Frank’s face would go all intense and serious, and he’d look down at her lips, and that’s how she would know.
They would slip away then, if they could, into a closet or an empty room on a different floor. He would pull her close, an arm around her stomach, and ease his weight against her back. Then he’d rock his hips into hers like they were having sex. She’d press back and try not to make any noise, even though she was pretty sure he liked it when she did.
They never took their clothes off or anything. They never even kissed, but she still felt guilty about the way he’d groan and his hips would stutter and he’d drop his forehead to her shoulder and just breathe there for a while after. Not guilty enough to not let him do it, though.
It always felt good. One time he had lifted her up and pressed her against the door so that the handle pushed against her just right, and she’d come hard even though she was terrified the entire time that the door was going to swing open and they’d drop to the floor with a bang.
It was risky and she didn’t know what made it worth it for him because they never talked about it. There was only one time, when she was fixing her braid, that he said anything at all. This is going to be different, someday, I promise. She was still waiting to find out what that meant.
Frank's pinky is resting against Mel's thigh--Mel's exposed thigh--and she is not moving away.
She wears shorts to the PTMC's softball game, just like every other person around them, but this is Mel, who, until now, he's only seen in scrub pants. While his hand habitually presses into her back at work whenever he squeezes past her, a clothed barrier always prevented any heat from heading south. So this is the first actual touch of her skin that he feels he doesn't have a right to, and she's still letting him, trusting him, the thought of which only makes him harder, like he's some damn pervert, and--
"Langdon, you're up," Robby grunts.
Oh, he's up alright. How the hell is he supposed to stand right now? There's so many people waiting out in the bleachers, a majority of whom he needs to impress if he has any hopes of getting an attending position someday.
Mel suddenly shifts and points her knees towards him, which slides multiple of his fingers to an even higher spot on the back of her thigh, right at the edge of her shorts. He's--he's basically touching her ass--
"Batter up!" she pipes at him with a giggle.
He strikes out with a full erection shoved into the waistband of his pants. The crowd does not go wild.
tags: dennis whitaker pov, implied/referenced cheating, pregnancy
melpreg summer x @kingdonmicrofic
Dr. King and Dr. Langdon check into the ER at around 2pm.
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Dr. King and Dr. Langdon check into the ER at around 2pm.
It’s Dennis who gets the case. When he sees Frank Langdon at the top of his file, he audibly groans.
“What’s wrong, Huckleberry?” Trinity body checks his elbow, nearly making him trip, “More contagious rashes?”
“No,” He says mournfully, “It’s a VIP.”
“Who is it? Did someone put something up their ass?” She says eagerly, bounding up to his side to peer over at the papers in his hands, then she makes an audible gagging sound, “Oh, that’s all yours, buddy.”
“Thanks, Trin.” He says, visibly cringing.
When he gets to the room, curtains drawn conspicuously, he is surprised to find Mel there, too. She’s sitting bedside, looking tearful, Dr. Langdon leaned back in the gurney with a wet washcloth over his left eye.
He’s never seen Mel out of scrubs before and it’s a bit alarming. She’s in a pink and purple striped shirt with a comfy looking pair of brown capris. Her hair is in two braids instead of one. She’s fresh-faced, pretty.
“What’s, um–” Dennis starts awkwardly, “... what seems to be the issue, Dr. Langdon?”
Frank looks thoroughly unimpressed, which makes him wilt.
“I have a piece of glitter lodged in my cornea,” he finally says, voice even, “numbing drops and a saline flush should do it.”
“Please make sure he’s not blind!” Mel cries, sniffing, “Or I could clock-in and do it, I don’t mind!”
“It’s fine, Mel,” Dennis says, gingerly peeling off the washcloth and squinting down at Frank’s red, irritated eye, “you should enjoy your day off.”
“It’s all my fault!” she moans, shoulders shaking. Frank gave Dennis a poisonous look and, to his surprise, put his arm around Mel and shushed her gently.
“Honey, please,” He says low to her ear, “it’s not your fault. It’s going to be fine.”
Frozen by the display of affection and putting together a million puzzle pieces in his head, Dennis just stares at them dumbly.
“Saline, man. C’mon.” Frank says sharply.
“Right. Right, sorry, Dr. Langdon.”
He numbs Langdon up first, then wheels over his tray of saline syringes, and a reservoir to catch the extra. Mel watches like a hawk, and he can’t help but feel both slightly judged, and like he was third-wheeling a date (he thinks he’s correct about this).
“How did you, uh,” He doesn’t want to ask, but Trinity would kill him if he didn’t, “wind up with glitter in your eye?”
Frank sighs, “Have you ever heard of a ‘glitter-bomb’?”
“Oh, shit,” Dennis laughs despite himself, then stops quickly, “Sorry! That’s, uh— sorry, isn’t that like, a thing a vengeful ex could mail you?”
To his horror, Mel bursts into tears.
“Hold on,” Frank says to Dennis, then turns to Mel, pulling her against his side, and whispering feverishly, “Baby, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. Abby would have found a reason to do it either way, and I am happy about the baby–”
one detail we’re not talking about enough from the kingdon break room scene in season 1 is that when langdon tells mel to take the break, he says he will COME FIND HER IF HE NEEDS HER and then HE DOES and REPEATS TO HER THAT HE’S THERE BECAUSE HE NEEDS HER.
tags: frank langdon and abby langdon's failmarriage, pregnancy, implied cheating, horse girl melissa "mel" king
melpreg summer x @kingdonmicrofic
With all of her potions and jabs and treatments, Abby was beautiful. Well-kept. Of course, Frank had thought she was beautiful without them, too, but that had never been an option for her.
On the other hand, Mel hardly wore any makeup at all.
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Abby’s counter in the bathroom looked like an apothecary. She had always cared a lot about the way that she looked, and Frank hadn’t really minded. In college, it was good. Fun, even. He liked that she did “girly” things, like get her hair blown out and her nails done. Facials, peels, glosses. He could slip her a $50 bill if he got a good tip at work and send her to the salon; she’d come back glowing and happy. Blowjob.
Later, it became a lot less fun. In med school, with the kids, she couldn’t afford to splurge on treatments. She’d fill up a cart at TJ Maxx with strange beauty products, have a resentful spa day by herself with a canned spritzer while Tanner cried in the bouncer.
After rehab, she cashed out big time. Botox. Collagen shots. Pilates and hot yoga. Of course, they couldn’t afford that, either, but he owed her, so he had to make it happen.
With all of her potions and jabs and treatments, Abby was beautiful. Well-kept. Of course, Frank had thought she was beautiful without them, too, but that had never been an option for her.
On the other hand, Mel hardly wore any makeup at all.
Frank hadn’t noticed it at first, it hadn’t even crossed his mind, until one day when a disgruntled patient had splashed her in the face with some whiskey he’d snuck inside his jacket. She had blinked furiously until Perlah had led her to the eye wash station, where she had gotten thoroughly sprayed. He noted afterwards, when she’d gotten all dried off, that she looked just the same as before. Face fresh, cheeks pink, the little mole under her eye visible. She hadn’t even had mascara on. That night, guiltily, he searched Pornhub for “girl next door”, “blonde”, then (even more shamefully, he added:) “glasses”. Of course, nothing got close to the real thing.
There was something about the way that she needed nothing at all to be the most eye-catching thing in the room that drove him absolutely crazy. Her hair, thick and shiny and beautiful, looked completely untouched. He wondered if she even trimmed it herself.
When he got her pregnant, it was cranked up by ten. Her face glowed, her hair grew impossibly fast, she was like some kind of forest fairy from one of Penny’s children’s books.
Leaned up against the doorway, he listened as she spoke with an elderly patient, her braid tossed over her shoulder.
“What do you do to your hair, honey?” she asked, reaching out like she was going to touch as Mel subtly dodged her hand, “It’s like silk.”
Mel flushed with pride, looking at the floor, “Oh, um, it’s a little funny, but I actually use shampoo for horses? It’s called Mane and Tail––”
Frank concealed a laugh. It wasn’t that he thought it was funny, he was just feeling especially lucky as he imagined Mel’s bathroom counter: horse shampoo and Cetaphil.
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