i don't post often (sorry.ᐟ) - i write, just not a lot. i have a lot of drafts and sometimes, i never finish them.. whoops.ᐣ
requests are open - if anyone wants to request something. all the characters/people in each masterlist are the characters/people i write for.ᐟ (even if the characters you want aren't in the masterlist, you can still request them.)
masterlist | intro | rules | ao3
recently published.ᐟ
⟢ emergency.ᐟ - cassie mckay x f! reader (june 29th, 2026)
⟢ cutie - mel king x f! reader (july 5th, 2026)
dividers by @issysh3ll, @/saradika-graphics, and @/mieluno . . .
— summary : you just began working at the pitt as a main camera operator for whatever channel they were going to post on that day. You've already gotten close to most of the crew and cast members; you make a good fit. but you still haven't gotten to know your new boss, jack abbot.
— summary: you make a connection with a blue button-up and two instagram posts.
dividers by @/chrisssiren . . .
i just want give you guys SOMETHING(even though it's literally nothing) as i desperately try to figure out who TF should be with f! reader, i'm so sorry.ᐟ this is also kinda old . . . whoops.ᐟ
— summary: she needs to figure out why in the world you only call her "cutie."
— content warnings: fluffyfluffy fluff, confessions, one cheek kiss (:(), rn! reader, mel being oblivious and adorable, flirty(?)! reader, nervousness from both parties, no specified age for reader, not set in any season in particular, just a short little oneshot, shitty writing, not proofread, no use of y/n, etc.
— authors note: "cutie" is what always pops in my head when i see mel's adorable face, so i wrote about it.ᐟ pleasepleaseplease enjoy this small but fluffy little thing i wrote.ᐟ :))
— word count: 952
dividers by @/tsumiinum . . .
"You're with me, cutie."
"C'mon, cutie. Come help me with this patient."
"Cutie, can you help me with this case?"
Is all Mel hears all day, from only you.
Ever since she joined The Pitt, the nickname had stuck around by the likes of you. You hardly call her by Mel unless in cases of emergencies.
She has thought of everything and still can't wrap her brain around why you only call her cutie.
Today was just a normal day of triage, all kinds of patients with different severities coming in to get help. Whether it was immediate or 6 hours later.
But sadly, for Mel's brain, she was stuck with you for most of the cases just by pure chance.
16-year-old found unresponsive at home.
An alcoholic passing out at the bar and hitting his head.
Roadrash victim in a small fender bender.
The list goes on and on, but her resolve didn't break until almost the end of both of your shifts.
Dr. King was busy examining a man with complaints of a dizzying headache and pressure on his chest when you finally found the woman.
You gently knock on the door of her current patient, a case she's working on without your help, with a soft smile. "Hey, cutie. Could you help me with a cognitive test on the 16-year-old who woke up?"
Right in front of the patient too—
The blonde's shoulders drop in defeat at the sound of your voice, sighing under her breath.
It wasn't that she didn't like you; you were a very good nurse and a nice person, especially to her, but she just can't handle you calling her that name.
It made her mind hazy and her heart race, yet it made her on edge. She didn't know the intent behind it, even if it was a silly nickname.
It could be mean, used to belittle her and her capabilities, or it could be friendly, just a little joke.
Who knows?
You do.
And Mel needs to know. Now.
"A word, please." She mumbles, desperately trying to ignore the burning stare the patient is giving the two of you as she scurries out into the hallway.
You quietly shut the door behind her, shooting the man on the bed a polite smile before following after the doctor.
"You alright??" You ask the clearly frazzled doctor, brows furrowing in soft concern for her.
"Why do you call me that?"
"Call you what?"
Mel hesitates, the word almost begging not to spill out of her mouth, "Cutie."
Your brows furrow harder, a small playful smile curling on your lips. "Do you not like it?"
"N-No, I just—" The doctor stammers out. ".. Why? Why only me? Wh- What's your motive?"
You could practically feel the panic radiating off her.
Wide brown-eyed stare under her black-framed glasses, pink lips furled into a small frown, blonde hair slipping out of her braid tucked behind her back.
God, she's adorable.
"You're just cute to me. Came to me naturally." You smugly answer, shrugging your shoulders innocently.
"No, see, that cannot be the answer." She huffs, "That doesn't explain or answer my question properly. J- Just, please answer cl—"
"Mel." You gently call out, cutting her sentence off short. "I think you are adorable, and I love your ramblings about god-knows-what. And I think you're really smart, but maybe a bit oblivious?"
Your words make her pause, brows furrowing even harder. "Oblivious?" She grumbles, "Oblivious about what?!"
"That maybe I like you?" You bluntly suggest, brows raising and smile widening as you watch her brain recalibrate.
Mel's expression drops into utter shock, cheeks turning red and heart speeding up as she processes your words very slowly.
You like her?
".. Oh."
"Yeah, oh." You scoff, laughing softly under your breath, chest warming at her cuteness and charm.
She silently looks down at the ground, still trying to wrap her head around the thought of you actually liking her.
"You mean like, romantically? Or—"
"Yes, Dr. King, romantically." You clarify plainly, realising that she could not like you back, the thought filling you with guilt and embarrassment. "You don't have to say anything if you're uncomfortable, Dr.—"
"No, no! God, please, I would love to go out with you!" She blurts out, nervous but eager. "U-Unless you don't want to right now. Which is totally fine—"
But you're not paying attention to her jabbering; you're fixated on the way her cheeks glow, the way her hands clasp together and fiddle restlessly, how the flyaways from her ruffled braid frame her face so perfectly. She was so lovely, in her own way, the best way.
A coy smile adorns your lips as you revel in her words, inching closer to her, the words dying in the doctor's throat before you reach up, pressing a modest kiss to her cheek.
You pull away, watching as Mel's red face burns darker, a hand traveling up to touch the tingly area of where you kissed, breath shallow with flusteredness.
"We can talk more about it after our shift, cutie." You murmur, slowly backing away, almost making Mel want to give in and grab you, wanting to keep you close as you turn away.
You only make it a few steps before you look back over your shoulder to her, grin widening as you spot her still stuck in place.
"C'mon, cutie. We've got lives to save." You gently call out before turning away and continuing to walk.
Right, you're still at work.
But how is the poor Dr. King supposed to focus when her nicest nurse just confessed and kissed her?!
C'mon, Mel. It's almost the end; you'll get to the end of the shift soon.
let me know if i should make more.ᐣ and as soon as the poll is done and i figure out who the smau will be about (alongside f!reader), i will post more about it soon.ᐟ
