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@kingdonmicrofic day 11: surprise (391/186) mild nsfw warning
“No fuckin’ way.”
She hadn’t meant to keep it from him. In fact, there is very little now that Frank doesn’t know about her, thanks to the compulsive urge to tell him everything and his compulsive urge to ask. He started getting nosy far before anything happened between them, wanting to know what movies she liked (Waitress and Indiana Jones), the music she listened to (90’s Hip-Hop), and her favorite snacks so he could keep extra in his locker (chocolate chip granola bars).
By the time they finally slept together, frenzied on her couch in the late afternoon, he could’ve written a novel filled with all of her quirks and habits, what made her laugh or wrinkle her nose. And after that first time, when Frank proceeded to stay at her apartment the whole weekend, fucking her into her mattress, cooking for her in the cramped kitchen, Mel knew he was hers completely.
“Mel, baby,” his voice is choked.
“I just never found an opportunity to mention it. I promise, Frank, I didn’t mean to keep it from you!” Mel’s tone is placating but not wholly serious, as she knows he is far from angry – shell-shocked, if anything. She wiggles a little in place, settling herself more comfortably across his legs.
“When did you–”
“After my mom died.” It’s a little silly to talk about while she’s ass-up on her boyfriend’s lap, but she presses on, giving him the CliffsNotes. “She had a thing about good luck charms. There were horseshoes all around the house, that and rabbit’s feet – Becca liked those. My uncle kept horses, too. We would visit his barn in the summer and ride them.”
“Just like your earrings,” he mumbles, and that makes her feel warm down to her toes. And then, finally, he’s touching her again, running his fingers delicately over the tattoo on her lower back, her small and dainty horseshoe. “It’s–” a pause as he palms her ass and squeezes, making her squeak. “It’s really sexy, Mel.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Frank exhales, long and slow, moving to pull her panties down the rest of the way. He flings them unceremoniously to the other side of her bedroom, and they catch on the corner of her dresser, hanging. Before Mel can laugh, his large hand is between her legs.
ooooh i'm on my becca king soapbox again okay so i think something a lot of neurotypical or even just non-autistic fans are missing in characterizing mel is that she identifies with her sister. when she talks about becca it's never "oh well becca does this" it's "WE do this," she and becca are a unit. even when talking about her food issues she talks about it as "my sister and i" and not just her, not even considering this is a notably autistic trait because it's just a her and becca thing. it's not a stretch to say she finds becca - who yes, does have higher support needs - more relatable than her neurotypical coworkers. and mel saying becca is her best friend isn't just her being nice, it's true. becca understands her and she understands becca more than anybody else. becca is not and never will be some "thing" mel feels a responsibility to take care of because becca is the most important relationship in her life, hands down.
Mel practically hanging onto his arm like a monkey.
Langdon dropping everything when he saw she was hurt.
He made a joke to make her laugh and she was able to read the humor in his smile like a book whereas other times the jokes go over her head.
She then made a joke from a year prior that only he would understand, and he still remembered.
Dana and Perlah being confused and hit with "it's an inside thing".
Mel being uncomfortable and overstimulated and Langdon clocking that shit IMMEDIATELY.
Langdon ushering the police out of her room to give her space and even turning off the lights to make sure she won't be overstimulated and giving her a safe, quiet space to decompress.
All the little things between them is making me insane.
Mel's about to leave the building when she hears Langdon shout her name. He's breathless as he jogs the stretch of hallway to the door and stops in front of her. "Hey," he says, running a hand through his hair. "I need to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone."
Frowning, Mel tilts her head. "What is it?"
Langdon lowers his voice and leans in, mouth close enough that Mel can feel his breath on her ear. "When you get in tomorrow, Dana's going to ask to talk to you about a patient, but when she takes you to the room, there's gonna be as many people as she can round up there to surprise you."
"Oh."
Langdon pulls away, grimacing. "And now I'm realizing that maybe you would've been okay with it. Fuck, I just worried that—"
"No! No, I'm glad you told me. I never know what to do when people surprise me, but I'm good at pretending to be surprised."
Taking a deep breath, Langdon smiles. "Good. Okay, yeah, good." Mel's expecting him to turn and go, but he hovers for a few seconds before saying, "So, if I happened to show up unannounced at your place tonight for a little pre-birthday celebration, would that be okay?"
Mel smiles. "I'll start practicing my shocked expression now."
It’s a slow day, so she thinks he'll duck out at seven sharp, home to the wife and the two little kids she’s heard about and never seen. But he stays three hours past sign-out with the overdose teen whose parents never showed, speaking in a low voice with the lights out until the boy sleeps.
She tries not to stand too close to him because she knows everyone thinks she has a crush. But some asshole in triage lunges for her and Frank steps right in the middle, takes a fist to the jaw, and apologizes to her after for the way he had knocked into her shoulder.
She won't ask about his marriage because it's none of her business and she doesn’t think she wants to know the truth anyway. But some days he wears the ring and some days he doesn’t.
She’ll never get to kiss him. She's pretty sure of that. But she notices when he first sees the plastic mistletoe Princess hung in the breakroom and instinctively turns his head to look at her, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair.
I can't believe they didn't nominate white baby girl jane doe. she shared scenes with Noah Wyle so beautifully and she didn't even roll her eyes at him once even after he stood in front of the mural so that it shaped a halo over him
In S3, Frank uses every spare minute he has to do some calculations in a little notebook and making calls to real estate agents and private landlords.
Mel asks him what he’s doing at some point and he reluctantly admits that he’s trying to figure out if he can swing a room somewhere (he long gave up on a place of his own) or if he needs to move back in with his parents, because between mortgage, student loans, medical and personal debt, child support, the car and feeding himself, things are looking bleak.
Mel’s eyes light up. She’s been looking for someone to move in, because Becca is at middle hill full time now, but the flat isn’t ideally set up for roommates who don’t know each other, some strange architecture and doors connecting rooms that really shouldn’t be there, does he want to come home with her after work to see it? Hell yeah he does.
He moves in the next day but can’t afford a bed for the life of him right now. Mel offers to front him the money but he insists he’s already imposing too much since she’s already not making him pay anything upfront and allowing him to get her the rent with his next pay check. He insists the floor is fine. Mel tells him hell no. He suggests the sofa. She says no, his back is bad enough, she’ll take the sofa. He vetoes that. Mel says her bed’s big enough, they’re adults they can share a couple of weeks til he gets his room sorted.
And so they sleep in her bed. It’s innocent for like a night or two. They’re spooning by the next weekend and fucking before his next pay check arrives. He never gets around to getting that bed. It becomes their hobby room instead.
went to the doctor and she said I was fine! but every movie that I see makes me cry! it's like somebody put a weight on my chest! I should talk to a friend! but I can't! get! out! of! bed!
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