when I get my hands on you {14k, explicit}“Infidelity, there’s only one bed…, friends to lovers, cunnilingus, shower sex”
kingdon week : day # 1 {tropes/different meeting}
“Hmm…” She clacked the keyboard quickly, “Langdon, you say?”
He nodded once more, his eyes left the clerks and looked over at Mel. The crinkles that usually came from smiling were prominent just from exhaustion. He was still ridiculously handsome and it really wasn’t fair. She sipped from her water bottle in her hand.
“There it is!” She exclaimed brightly. “Honeymoon suite for Langdon.”
“What?” She choked on the water in her throat and coughed roughly. “Honeymoon suite?”
Frank’s eyes grew a mile wide, almost bulging from his skull. “No.. No.. There’s been some kind of mistake. I booked two queen beds.”
5 + 1 trope for Kingdon Week Day 1: 5 times Mel felt Langdon from behind & dealt with the emotional fallout, +1 time when she let herself go and enjoyed him.
Rating: E
Words: 12.4k (oneshot)
Pairing: Mel King + Frank Langdon
🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/87202486
Excerpt below
The Pitt moved with its usual rhythm of Dana-controlled chaos. Mel had mostly learned to tune out the constant chiming of monitors, rattling of gurney wheels on the scuffed floors, voices rising and falling in clipped, practiced cadences. She could live in the noise, separating them into categories without much consideration.
Everything had a place, a neat section in her daily anticipations.
Which is why the sudden return of flusteredness felt so alarming.
She was standing outside the door of her middle-aged patient's room— he’d come in with abdominal pain—her tablet balanced in one hand as she reviewed lab results. It was a hot day outside, some of the highest temps of the summer, and she’d lamented to Trinity that morning her fear that the air conditioning might be acting up.
“Walk me through what you’re thinking.”
Dr. Langdon’s voice came from behind her. Before she had the chance to turn, he stepped closer, leaning over her shoulder to look down at the screen.
It happened so fast. The warmth of him at her back. The clean scent of soap mixed with coffee and something else she couldn’t place. His hand reached around her to point at something on the screen and for half a second, his arm brushing against hers and she became acutely aware of the little space remaining between their bodies.
Her pulse stuttered. Any explanation she had died in her throat, instead only a quiet, choked noise came out. She was effectively frozen, completely against her control.
What the hell?
“...Mel?”
She blinked hard and said, possibly too quickly, “What?
Langdon shifted back slightly, hopefully not noticing her reaction and just chalking it up to one of those Mel-things her other coworkers would tease her about.
“The labs. What do you think?”
Right. Labs. Patient.
She scanned again, recollecting her thoughts and kicking her brain back into gear.
a little collage i made as i am outlining the Mamma Mia!AU + rounding her character as she’ll be 21/22 in the story + quite prominent (but dont worry, most of the povs in the fic will be Mel + Frank)
i have a thread on Twitter with any insights or updates related to this fic as i am drafting + writing it, if youre keen on being kept in the development loop!
little sketches from chapter three of dysrhythmias; wherein mel has the day off, goes to the farmers market, and gets an unexpected call from a four year old on dr langdon’s phone (it’s tanner), amongst other things
turnnoffyourmind
jacobvanloon
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
tangentwithtanner
dededos
kianamaiart
baratheonpilled
