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season 3 mel nervous because she’s wearing her hair in a ponytail to work for this first time praying nobody will notice and garcia takes one look at her and immediately says “what’s up ER barbie?” in front of everyone and frank looks up and sees her and hits his 😮 and mel is mortified… watch this space
my mind was so powerful for this
Sorry to literally burst everyone’s bubble but like this here is it… this is the moment that Mel goes from the fascinating trainee who brought something out of him he’d not experienced before to a HUMAN WOMAN (gulp) that he registers as … just as fascinating, smart, and capable as before… but also *attractive* and *court-able* and you could not convince me otherwise.
The lingering look on her lips does not lie. The swallow does not lie. That man’s heart is beating out of his chest and his stomach feels warm and fluttery. He doesn’t know WHY yet, but it’s happening, there’s no turning this train around baby!!!!!
Every time we see Becka's mother in a social situation, she was scrambling to fill the gaps in conversation, make people comfortable, praise people, cater to them. She's very uncomfortable with silence, unlike her daughter who is relatively quiet and restrained.
Becka is often wrapped up in her own thoughts and pain and does not feel the need to cater to others, while her mother was uncomfortable with sitting in her thoughts, focuses on others to distract herself from discomfort.
I expected this flaw to cause her to sweep her husbands abuse under the rug, take her place as mourning widow and let them take her child.
I was NOT expecting her to overcome this character flaw in such a massive way. Instead of manically pretending nothing has changed when Becka comes back, she confronts the issue directly and takes initiative. Instead of ignoring her husbands abuse, she tells Becka that she should have killed him. Instead of turning a blind eye to her daughter's death, she sacrifices herself.
Becka was looking for god and justice, trying to right a wrong that could never be righted. In her search for divine justice, her mother died for her sins.
She found someone to save her, just not the one she wanted, and not in the way she wanted.
how it feels like being a non-fic writer in the kingdon nation
where’s the fic where langdon walks into the karaoke bar when trin and mel are on stage and he sees mel flipping her hair around as is immediately like 🧍♂️😳
ooh maybe a restaurant au? sleazy line cook frank + painfully earnest paying-her-way-through-med-school server mel does things to my heart
read on ao3
The kitchen is a bit of a sensory nightmare, if she's honest. It's hot and loud, the sizzle of the pans warring with the shouted instructions from the cooks, and that's not even touching on the smell: thirty different spices, browning meat, stale sweat, a hint of cigarette smoke. When she showed up for the interview two months ago, she'd been momentarily overwhelmed, her body going rigid as it tried to adapt to the everything happening around her.
Now, she finds it oddly soothing. The controlled chaos feels not unlike the inside of her brain.
Whitaker is already waiting by the food window when she swings in, his arms crossed in what she assumes is meant to be a confident stance, though it just makes him look vaguely petulant. Mel doesn't bother acknowledging him, standing on her tiptoes to slide Table 12's ticket into the proper spot along the line. It reminds her of hanging laundry, the flimsy paper wavering beneath the weak A/C.
"Two burgers," she adds unnecessarily, just to see if Frank will look at her.
He does, smiling, and she feels warm down to her toes. The kitchen's fault, obviously.
"Comin' right up, King," Frank says. He adds two patties to the grill without breaking eye contact, and she wonders when that sort of thing became attractive to her. "It a zoo out there?"
Mel hums in consideration. She can feel Whitaker's eyes on her, the judgement rolling off of him in waves, but she ignores it. She's gotten quite good at that.
"It's not terrible. Last week was worse."
Frank snorts. "Glad to see you've already gotten used to the pace of The Pitt, then." He slides a finished patty onto the pre-assembled bun on his left before letting the plate clatter into the window. "Here you go, man," he adds to Whitaker, gaze fixed on the griddle.
Dennis mutters something under his breath, but dutifully scurries up and captures his table's meal. Mel glances at him sidelong just in time to catch his irritated frown, but he doesn't comment; he disappears through the swinging door, and Mel lets her shoulders loosen.
"You okay?" Frank asks, a frown puckering the middle of his eyebrows.
She smiles. "I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Good."
He grins at her - the easy, lopsided one that means today's been a good day - and her chest clenches. She knows she's not supposed to be loitering in here, that she has tables to check on and waters to refill and checks to cash out, but she doesn't want to.
And she doesn't think Frank wants her to, either. He flips the patties and then folds his arms on top of the window, like he has all the time in the world to dedicate just to her.
"What are you doing after this shift?" he asks.
Mel blinks. "Oh. Um." She clears her throat, trying to keep her voice even. "Nothing. My sister's with her boyfriend today, so - "
"You should come out with us."
His voice is casual, unbothered, but Mel can tell he's bouncing on his toes, and she isn't sure if it's from nerves or his general aversion to stillness.
"Us?" she repeats.
"Me and Garcia. There's a bar down the street we hit up sometimes - dingy place, but the food's decent. Better than this shit hole," he adds with a wink. "Beer's pretty good, too. Whaddya say?"
Her answer is easy, tumbling from her mouth without really having to think about it. "Yes."
Frank beams, ducking his head as he nods. "Cool. Great." He returns his attention to the burgers, serving them up for her, and she takes the plates with numb fingers.
"Princess, I'm taking a smoke break," he calls, and then adds to Mel, "Tonight, King!"
"Tonight," she echoes, staring after him until the back door slams shut.
Not a single gif set of Captain Wagner in the elevator huh? Y’all so hung up on the shoulder thumb stroke you can’t throw me a bone here!?
Okay yeah. Sure.
i cannot believe hbo max looked camp right in the eye and said “brat mel is real. she is real and alive and got mad and stomped her foot when her most favorite senior resident wouldn’t break HIPAA for her.”
I see you Jack "slow and steady wins the race" Abbot
THE PITT 6:00 P.M. (1.12) x 1:00 P.M. (2.07)
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al-hashimi: have you considered a geriatrics fellowship? I've seen your skills with the elderly. al-hashimi seeing samira's skills with the elderly:
sorry but jack abbot the hospital’s resident Flirt being a pathetic loser in the presence of samira mohan most beautiful and competent and smartest woman alive is sooooo fucking funny and delicious. imagine misinterpreting her being upset about her patient as being upset for you and brushing it off with a “oh no i’m fine….dont worry about me….🥺” only for her to say “i wasn’t talking about you” like i do think i would kill myself
