puking rainbows

Shruti, 32. * [current: the pitt, bridgerton, leverage] * (sideblog of thesushimonster)

[langdonmels]

I'll Find You (1/11)

Mel offers her spare room to Frank after he’s served with divorce papers. When she refuses financial payment, they come up with another—mutually beneficial—arrangement. 

Or, the roomies free use fic.

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Notes: For @h0mespun, technically for @kingdonwishlist. Only, you know, 6 months late. So now I'm saying this is for "free day" for @kingdonweek.

But also to everyone who kept encouraging me when I was really struggling with this fic (whether it was bc of motivation, life, or just that pesky goblin in my brain that kept comparing myself and my writing to others). To everyone who ever voted on a poll or left a reply. Thank you <3

To K, M, A, & E - your encouragement, beta-reading, and kicks in the ass were always appreciated. Especially the suggestion that I should post this in parts. (So blame them for that.) Love and appreciate you and can't wait to turn around and somehow crank out 31 microfics.

[langdonmels]

day 19: heels

for @kingdonmicrofic | wc: 151 | rating: g

“Do you regret it?”

Stretched out on the sand-covered blanket, Frank looks over, brows furrowed. The setting sun reflects off the ocean waters and it makes his face glow. “Regret what?”

“Any of it,” she says, hugging her knees to her chest, heels digging into the sand. “Leaving Abby.” Her voice falters. “Me.”

“Mel.” He sits up, crawls closer. “Look at me please?” 

Inhaling, Mel closes her eyes, heart pounding in her chest. When he gently tugs on her hand, she finally manages to meet his gaze. His eyes look bluer than usual.

“Mel, I love you,” he says firmly, no hesitation. His thumb runs down the bones of her hand. “I could never regret spending the rest of my life with you.”

“Even though—”

“Yes.” Firmly, he pulls her closer. “Despite everything. I will always choose you.”

Mel crawls into his lap. In the embrace of his arms, she exhales.

[princessdelacruz]

@thepittmonth > week 3: patients, cases, and healthcare melissa king

[audreyvoilax]

Leaked opening scene of season 3

[langdonmels]

i've been posting updates to I'll Find You on Ao3 but i won't be posting on tumblr for every chapter.

ch 7/11:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87543116/chapters/234902791

[langdonmels]

day 14: cake

for @kingdonmicrofic | wc: 113 | rating: g

“Congrats, Mel.” He shoved a plastic-covered container in her direction. “Sorry, they only had plain vanilla… I tried to find something strawberry flavored that didn’t have filling, but it was sort of last-minute—”

“Frank,” she interrupted, her stomach flipping. Reaching out, she steadied his hands, both of them holding the miniature cake together. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” Jaw tense, Frank nodded, his eyes sad. “I mean it.”

“It’s the last day of your residency. You deserve to be celebrated.” He cleared his throat, eyes flickering over her shoulder. “Even if it means you’re leaving me.”

“Frank…”

“I know, Mel.” He smiled sadly. “I’m proud of you.”

For her, that was the real gift.

[joriesau]

PTMC's Emergency Medicine's R4 and R3 babysitting the med students.

[fellowshipincynicism]

@thepittmonth week two: relationships mel king & frank langdon

insp: @cal-kestis x

[langdonmels]

I'll Find You (6/11)

Mel offers her spare room to Frank after he’s served with divorce papers. When she refuses financial payment, they come up with another—mutually beneficial—arrangement. Or, the roomies free use fic.

Read on AO3.

Chapter Warnings: Somo & overstimulation

[fellowshipincynicism]

patrick ball's favorite s2 scenes (x)

[kingdonspirits]

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 9: Gift • 446/446 • Rated: M

CW: hand kink, improper use of medical gloves

stole this idea straight from @morgadec's brilliant mind :)

•••

The idea took form over several weeks of watching Dr. Langdon intently, specifically his hands in extra large blue nitrile gloves. For weeks now, Mel had searched for the perfect present—a birthday present for herself and an early Valentine's present for him—and this was near perfect. It also happened to be cost efficient (completely free and available by the bucketload at her workplace).

Before her shift ended, Mel nicked an extra pair of the gloves in Dr. Langdon’s size. She followed the rest of her usual routine—finished her charts, transferred her patients, said her goodbyes, and thanked Dr. Langdon for the ride home.

An hour ticked by before she texted him, summoning him to her apartment. And once he arrived, she kissed his freshly shaved face until he nearly toppled over on their way to her bedroom. She wanted to make good use of the circumstances.

“Wait, put these on.” Giddy, Mel fished around her workbag for the gloves and presented them to him. “We can play doctor again.”

“Right on, Doctor King.”

That was all it took to watch him stretch the blue gloves around hands. His hands looked nearly as good as what she had in mind for weeks now—his lengthy digits, his tendons, his prominent knuckles, his protruding ring—and for weeks, she wanted to get her mouth on them. And boy oh boy, when his gloves were wet from ice bath water after handling an overheated patient, every detail of Dr. Landon’s hand was delectably visible.

The hunger brought her lips closer and closer to his hands. Mel gripped his left hand by the wrist and let his right hand roam her skin just as she wanted Dr. Langdon's hands to. She kissed his fingertips one by one, then took his index and middle fingers in her mouth knuckle by knuckle as she sucked. Blue flashes of Dr. Langdon’s hands ran through her mind as she moaned around his digits—how his hands expertly navigated human anatomy, how they fit so perfectly around Mel's waist, how they felt on her skin even with the nitrile barrier.

Get ‘em nice and wet, sweetheart, look at you go.

Mel heard his words in her mind. That was when she led his other hand inside her scrub pants, beneath her panties, and inside her slicked cunt. God, they felt as good as she hoped.

As she sucked to her heart's content and felt the pressure build deep inside, she fantasized the fingers pressing inside of her were Dr. Langdon's instead of her boyfriend's. Mel allowed herself this act of indulgence as a substitute for the real thing. A perfect birthday gift!

[langdonmels]

Frank Langdon trying so hard to save his marriage and be Good At Recovery and be the perfect husband and father and still failing...

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic july 7, karaoke (wc: 474/420)

That Monday, nothing is different.

Mel had thought maybe it would be - it had been kind of Santos to invite her to karaoke, and Mel thought they had fun screaming that Alanis Morrisette song together. 

But it’s like it never happened. Santos is as bristly as ever, and when Mel floats the idea of getting some more of those chili fries they had the other night, she just says, "Yeah, no, I drank way too much. Not doing that again.” She doesn't even bother looking up from her computer screen. 

2. Javadi and Whitaker share a look, and Mel catches it, which makes her wonder if there have been times when she hasn’t.

She's been talking for a while, and sure, she's talking fast, and yeah, her hands are twisting - and Javadi's eyes slide to Whitaker and Whitaker's eyebrows go up, just a little.

Mel knows what that means. 

3. She’d thought she might have better luck with Cassie, who is always nice to her.

But: "Oh - no, I can't," she says, before Mel has even finished asking if she’d like to go check out that new bookstore across the street. "I've got Harrison."

"Right," Mel says. "Of course."

"Rain check," Cassie says, and she squeezes Mel's arm on her way past.

Cassie does have a kid. That's a real reason. It's just that the no came so fast.

4. Robby comes back from sabbatical smiling and saying good morning to everyone, and Mel is glad to see him. 

But he’s more closed off than before, somehow. She tells him about the most interesting case she worked while he was gone but his eyes are somewhere beyond her and he doesn’t react to the parts of the story that she thought he would. 

She trails off and he claps her on the shoulder and says, "Good stuff.”

5. Frank has been getting happier every day.

It’s not, like, completely linear - he still gets frustrated sometimes, and he really doesn’t enjoy a few of the people they work with, but all things considered his mood has been trending upwards. 

They’re at the lockers and she’s taking her hair down. She's talking and he’s really listening, laughing and frowning in turn at all the right bits. She combs her fingers through her braid, and then fiddles with her hair tie after it’s all come loose.

"Hey," he says, looking at the maroon elastic between her fingers. "Could I have that? Sorry. That's weird. I just-“

"Sure," she says. He used to wear a black one on his wrist, for a few weeks after he came back to work, but he must have lost it. She would have given him one of hers sooner, if he’d asked.

She hands it over, and he just holds it for a second. Then he slips it onto his wrist and pushes it up, snug against his black beaded bracelet.

He’s pleased: “Hey, thanks. It’ll be nice to always have a bit of you around, you know?”

[rosenfinchzz]

Anastasia Kingdon Au pt 2 ✨

[spiriteddesire]

MEL KING & FRANK LANGDON — The Pitt, Season 2

[coffeealwayshelps]

@kingdonmicrofic | july 6 | prompt: laughter | 476 words

Before

“No, I have another one. It’s good, I swear!”

Mel pressed her fingers to her lips, trying her best not to laugh. It would only encourage the jokes, and they just met. Mel couldn’t let on how much she liked them already. She raised her eyebrows at him, already knowing that she was probably going to end up laughing.

“I don’t know, the other ones were pretty bad.”

Frank touched her cheek, briefly, with just the tips of his fingers. “I could see you trying not to laugh before, you know. Okay.” He shook his arms out and tilted his head side to side. “How do you save a dying pirate?”

Mel could probably guess if she thought about it, but that wasn’t the point of what they were doing. “How?”

“You give it CP-ARRRR.” He gave Mel an expectant look, his eyebrows going up and his tongue poking out the side of his mouth.

Mel got this one right away (not like the joke he made about Captain Scurvy earlier, which took her a minute). A peal of laughter escaped her and she clapped her hand over her mouth, trying her best to muffle it.

Frank did a little fist pump maneuver of victory and pointed at her. “Yes! I got you!”

Mel couldn't help herself and soon it was like her laughter was contagious. Frank joined in with her, supporting her with a hand on her shoulder as Mel giggled and wiped at her eyes and tried to catch her breath. It was such a silly joke and Mel’s laughter had more to do with Frank’s delivery and how proud he looked of himself over anything else, but she couldn’t seem to stop laughing. That was okay, though, because she liked the sound of his laughter alongside hers.

It was like Frank could read her mind. “I like your laugh.”

Mel really couldn’t say who made the first move. They reached for each other at the same time and then Frank’s lips were on hers, moving gently and tenderly. He slowly deepened the kiss and Mel’s lips opened beneath his, moaning when his tongue stroked along hers.

Frank pulled back to look down at her. They were still walking around, now meandering through a park even though it was dark and getting late. Mel smiled and reached for him again, seriously considering how difficult it would be to get on Frank’s lap while they were on the park bench.

“Can we get out of here?” Mel asked, breathless as Frank kissed his way over to her ear. She gasped when his teeth tugged at the lobe.

He looked her in the eye. “Yeah?”

Mel thought about how she wanted to put herself out there and do something to celebrate her new job and life in Pittsburgh. Yes, she wanted this.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

[langdnmel]

Laughter, 500 words, rated m

tags: pregnancy, frank langdon takes care of melissa king

melpreg summer x @kingdonmicrofic crossover

Frank had been hounding her like a dog all day.

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Frank had been hounding her like a dog all day. 

Most of the time, Mel thought it was funny. Flattering. Exciting. But, at work, on a stifling, humid day when half of the patients had heat exhaustion and not even her prescribed “maternity support belt” was alleviating her round-ligament pain, well… 

Mel was grumpy. And puffy, and frazzled, and bratty. When Frank found her nursing a Gatorade in the break-room (pink, her favorite flavor), he came up behind her and nuzzled his face into his neck, kissing her. Typically, this would elicit a pleased squeal, but instead, she practically shoved him off of her. 

“Too much!” She said, her hand stretched out in front of herself as if she was warding him off. 

Frank’s eyes went huge, and he stared at her, awestruck. 

“Oh, my god, baby, what did I do?” He said miserably. 

She screwed up her face, closing her eyes and shaking her head, “I’m just… too hot. And my back hurts. And the tag on my shirt is, um, itching me. And I just need a minute where no one is touching me or talking.” 

He blinked, “... Got it.” 

Cautiously, like he was dealing with a prey animal, he edged towards the door, “... Want me to turn down the lights?” 

“Yes.” Mel said shortly. 

“Okay. Got it. Got it.” 

He hit them on his way out. 

When they got home hours later, the car silent, and Mel had taken a long bath that left the whole apartment smelling like lavender (her lotion, called Sleepy), and he had carefully re-braided her hair in the way that she’d shown him she liked it, that was when she finally turned back towards him and said, “... You may kiss me now.” 

“Oh, I may?” He said with a barely concealed smile. 

Mel was still deadly serious, “Yes. You may.” 

“Alright, princess,” He leaned down to kiss her neck, breathing in her clean, damp hair. 

“You looked perfect today, sorry I couldn’t keep my hands off you.” 

Mel sniffed, “Don’t lie.” 

“I don’t ever lie to you. You know that.” He was working his way down, kissing her swollen breasts, her round belly, her bare thighs. 

“I’m…” she squirmed, then trailed off, shoulders hunching upwards uncomfortably, lost for words.

“Baby,” He sighed, settling between her legs, urging her to lean backwards against the couch, “let me show you how serious I am about that.” 

Frank laid flat on his stomach, sliding off her underwear and burying his face in between her thighs. 

To his surprise, he could hear Mel laughing. 

He pulled away from her, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand, “Hey, what’s so funny?” 

“It’s just–” She was giggling, hiding her face in her hands, “I can’t even see you!” 

She was right, over the crest of her belly at this angle, he completely disappeared. 

He kissed her there, right underneath. Then again, then lower, and lower, and lower. He was just glad to see her laughing.