#mel and frank

[starlessmistake]

the pitt shitposts - part 1

(a gift for my wife @thebaconsandwichofregret)

[acatnamedvirtue]

the pitt textposts - kingdon edition

your honour i support extramarital affairs!

[me11owl3monollie]

[xcherrycolaxx]

@_blonddragon posted this on Twitter and I just had to share

[highpitttitsgabagool]

He was a boy, she was a girl + Kingdon + text posts

[billspaid]

As a permanent glasses wearer I have so many hcs for Mel but one that I love is when she starts getting more comfortable around Frank, especially when the lines of their relationship are a bit blurred, she gently leans into the side of Frank’s arm and uses it to push her glasses up on her nose.

They’re doing a pre morning round up or listening in on a patient history and she leans in just to push her glasses up her nose a few millimetres and Robby or Cassie or Dana watches her and then looks up at Frank to see if he reacts and he doesn’t, doesn’t even flinch.

[darcylightninglewis]

The tip of my tongue

[bookinsomnia]

My initial low grade conspiracy theory was that there was a secret and OG Kingdon shipper in the editing room which is why we get all of the odd editing choices that foreshadow something more than just friendship between Mel and Langdon (ex: the visual parallels between Mel/Langdon and Robby/Collins, the amount of time the camera watches the two of them watch each other, the way that the camera snags or focuses on them in ways that it does not for relationships that are much more textual than subtextual, etc.)

But now my low grade conspiracy theory is that no one in production told them that they were planning a series long relationship arc for Langdon/Mel (think the will they or won’t they between Josh and Donna from West Wing only coming to a head in the last season), and that during shooting they got directions for how to act out scenes in specific ways and given excuses for why.

So, did the director tell TD that Mel had to walk behind Robby because she admired him as an excuse to block the scene in such a way that Mel had to be walking beside Langdon for most of the rounds? The rounds scene that was used to quickly establish each of the characters in episode 1?

We don’t know what kind of direction PB was given in the episode, but bc his character hero worships Robby, it is not surprising that he is racing and weaving to be so close to Robby.

What is surprising is that Mel, a character who might be eager but who I would not think of as someone who would cut around her colleagues due to how considerate she is, was racing and weaving to get closer to Robby.

Furthermore, another reason why I think TD was given the excuse that Mel admired Robby and therefore *had* to always be behind him (and as a result next to Langdon) during the morning rounds, is because Mel’s supposed admiration for Robby is quite muted early on when she chooses to go to Langdon instead of Robby for help on the sleeping boy Tyler case. She chooses Langdon even though Robby was right there and had seniority.

I doubt that we will ever know exactly what kind of direction TD and PB were given to produce the results that we were given, but actors don’t always know how scenes will read on camera which is why they follow the advice of the director who are supposed to have the bigger picture in mind.

[666thtoolofhell]

THE PITT COMPILATION - ALL MEL & LANGDON SCENES (SEASON 1)

[paperclips37]

Bit more of that shirtless Frank thing I am trying to finish...

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Kids are told that Doctors are upheld, revered, respected. The reality was that people were assholes. Frank thought ruefully as Whitaker gently prodded at his ribs.

‘Any pain?’ Frank just shot the young man a look. Both men paused as screaming kicked off again. A patient had suddenly gone off on Frank as he examined him. The startling awareness after being postictal has seemingly driven him into temporary psychosis. He had gotten a couple of strong blows to Frank’s chest and ribs before Abbot and Donohue restrained him. Abbot had sent him to get checked over with Whitaker. Any argument that Frank had had disappeared at the withering glare.

Frank didn’t think any of his ribs were fractured, severely bruised though. He glanced down to see the growing red and purple colouring blooming on his chest.

‘Could you get me an ice pack please? And tell Abbot I’m fairly sure that John Doe has a leaking baggie of cocaine in his gut.’ Whitaker’s face contorted and he scurried out of the room. Dana appeared in his wake.

‘Oh Ken why is it always you?’ She passed over the ice pack. He hissed loudly as he placed the ice pack against his chest. The cold stabbed into his skin but it melted into soothing numbness.

‘Karma?’ Dana nodded with a mockingly expression of concern.

‘That would track.’

‘Love the nurse sympathy.’

‘Oh I only give that to people who deserve it.’

‘Ouch. And I thought you loved me.’

‘Begrudgingly.’ Dana stepped closer and gave him a cursory once over herself. Her hands much gentler than Whitaker’s. Experienced hands.

‘I’m going to get you up to X-ray.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘As talented a doctor as you are you can’t see through your own skin Kid. C’mon.’ The curtain twitched and suddenly Mel was standing there. Dana’s eyes flicked back and forth curiously. A devious glint blooming in her eyes. Those eyes that never failed to see right through him. ‘I think he needs the VIP treatment eh Mel?’ Mel reacted to the pat on her arm as Dana vanished with a swoosh of the curtain.

‘She’s getting me a wheelchair isn’t she?’ Mel didn’t respond. Frank glanced over to see the weirdest look on her face. Eyes overly large, eyebrows damn near hitting her hairline. She was staring at his chest. The bruising must look horrendous by now. He pulled back the ice pack, shivering at the icy droplets sliding down his chest. It was sweet how she cared. He noticed how she swallowed heavily in that way she sometimes did when trying to give herself a moment to steady herself.

The colours were striking against his ridiculously pale skin. His side ached. He had so far refused all pain meds. This was manageable, he’d suffered worse. Verifying Whitaker’s check, Frank gently probed his ribs. No sign of his ribs giving way. Mel shook her head, braid flying behind her.

Her gaze became more assessing. Doctor Mel appeared before him. Leaning down to examine his ribs. Frank did his best to resist the urge to puff up.

‘How’s the pain?’

‘Manageable.’ Her staring up at him from her current stance. Bent over, over the top of his glasses at him was just plain dangerous. Especially as her face was that mix of stern and compassionate that only work for her. He was suddenly very aware of the level of exposed skin and how close she was.

‘May I?’ Her hand hovered at the small gloves on the table just behind her. He nodded unable to trust his voice. Or his impulse control.

Frank turned his gaze to the ceiling. Trying to pretend it was anyone else. But there was no mistaking the gentle, light touch that only she could have. Her hands were cool and worked efficiently across his skin. Frank rattled off medical procedures in order of increasing complexity as she evaluated him.

‘I don’t think anything is broken but I agree an X-ray to confirm is the best course of action.’ She snapped off her gloves and Frank had a flash. A really inappropriate image of her playing the sexy doctor. Time for his yearly physical.

Get a grip. She’s your friend – stop being a creep – what few rational brain cells scolded him.

That was going to haunt him. He nodded still not willing to trust himself to speak.

Dana whistled from the other side of the curtain.

‘C’mon princess your carriage awaits.’ Dana bowed to him jokingly. Mel passed him a replacement ice pack. Was she blushing slightly? Usually he’d have refused the wheelchair but the combination of Dana and Mel disapproving and worried looks respectively meant he reluctantly sat down. Dana took control.

Cheers and jeers followed him as Dana wheeled him to radiography. Abbot had fast tracked his scan. The portable ones did not have enough detail for him. Sometimes he was such a worry wart. The fact that he was still shirtless was only a smart part of the humiliation. Cassie wolf whistled from the opposite side of the room. Santos rolled her eyes. Frank just ignored them.

The elevator doors opened to a yawning Garcia. The chuckle seemed to bloom from her feet and grow into the elevator. Just the cherry on top of this weird day. Dana had her limits in how long a joke would go on for. Yoyo? She’d try and get it engraved on his headstone.

‘Are we doing a calender this year?’ Dana was damn near giggling as she wheeled him in. Slapping his hands away from steering the chair himself.

‘Ooooooo we should suggest that to Gloria. Might get us the beds Robby keeps bitching about.’ Garcia and Dana started riffing over who would be in each month. Abbot being Mr. December was a choice but Frank knew better than to comment. That’s what they were waiting for. Garcia winked obnoxiously at Mel who was decidedly rosy in the cheeks.

‘Oooooo Chen should be August.’

‘Robby: December.’

‘Changing Doctor Daddy to Doctor Santa? Less sexy surely.’ Garcia stared down at Frank waiting for the repartee he was known for. Truth be told he’d barely been listening. Mel had kept her gaze fixed on the buttons for the elevator. While eye contact was different for her, she’d never really avoided his gaze like this. Had he done something.

‘Not sure how wise it is to have a full time lesbian consulting on the beefcake calender of the Pitt.’ The glare from Yoyo was beyond withering. A hint to the fact that he was right. This was rather out of her wheelhouse. But he didn’t dare suggest a gender flip one.

He was already struggling to stop his brain from having ideas.

He hated the sexy doctor routine.

Especially when Mel’s face was such an interesting (primarily) adorable shade of red. He was far to exposed, literally and figuratively.

‘I can be entirely objective.’ Tone: smug, knowing. All hot shot surgeon. Urgh.

‘Is lack of interest objective?’ Yoyo’s eyes lit up at the unexpected jab from Mel. Well not a jab so much as a curious observation. Dana was carrying out breathing excercises next to him. Trying to contain her laughter.

This was the longest elevator ride in history.

‘King. I like the way you think.’ Mel’s face lit up with joy. Frank tried his best not to be blinded by it. Pretty much a loosing battle. Her enthusiasm and verve for life was infectious. Within an hour she’d wormed her way through his master class in cynicism. Yoyo much like him was not immune to her charms.

Finally the doors opened to a bevy of cheers and catcalls. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Frank walked back into The Pitt. Nothing broken or anything to cause long term damage. He'd agreed to taking the next day off but insisted on finishing out his shift. He was a bit sore and stiff. He made his way over to the main desk. Dana was rolling her eyes and leaving Robby to his mopey devices.

‘Spot on diagnosis.’ Robby muttered or grunted. Some days it was harder to tell. Frank, shirt back on, just in time too. Myrna was enacting her usual routine. Hitting on anything male adjacent and relatively conscious. Frank kept his head down and took the proffered paperwork. He and Robby actually shared a moment of mutual irritation over red tape.

A patient went nuts because he was smuggling cocaine. And Frank got in the way. Could have been much worse.

‘Fruitcake!’ Frank did his best to look passive, not listening not any bit engaged. The blush that was appearing on his skin. He was not enjoying that at all. ‘Have you been avoiding me darling?’

‘Never.’ If there was an upside to doing this pointless paperwork, because really the hospital had no intention of ever ensuring proper safeguards for staff. It was at least he was getting a show. Not that Myrna refused to understand that sexual harassment wasn’t fun for anyone. But Robby trying to appear like he was in control of this dynamic was an exercise in futility. Robby who tried to control every part of himself so tightly he was liable to snap at himself.

Maybe he was being petty, but Frank was a petty petty man.

‘I heard that a tall dark doctor was half naked earlier today.... sorry I missed the show Fruitcake.’ Robby’s eyes stared darkly into Franks.

Oh god.

Robby was also a petty petty petty bastard.

‘Wasn’t me Myrna. Ask Doctor Langdon.’

[shadowquill17]

The fic where Mel asks Frank why he hasn’t made a move

“She should be sad, she should feel for him: the fact that Frank might believe all that, that he might think he and Mel are incompatible in a fundamental way because of who they are as people and what they’ve gone through… that’s just not right, and something twinges in her chest, because it’s so unfair. Frank got help, he did the work, he got better. He’s a great doctor, and a great dad, and a great friend. Anyone would be lucky to have him.

But the thought that that he might be deciding, all on his own, that he can make this decision for the both of us; that he might be taking this choice away from her without even telling her about it—that turns the compassion into a deep, thrumming sort of anger.

Because honestly, fuck that.”

Ft. Frank trying his best not to die of a coronary while Mel asks him questions about his feelings (and, completely unrelatedly, her hair is down).

[haydenthewitch]

If i had a nickel for every time i became obsessed with a ship of two emergency workers who had chemistry and history by the end of their first shift, I'd have two nickels. Witch is not a lot, But it's weird that it happened twice.

[acatnamedvirtue]

just thought i'd share that as soon as i finished re-watching the pitt with my parents my dad, unprompted, turned to everyone and said, "so, next season mel and langdon are definitely going to show up being together right?"

so if a 57 year-old man can see it then i think all of us are justified as well.

let them bang nasty PLEASE.

[me11owl3monollie]

[xcherrycolaxx]

Okay but if I write a short Mel / Frank fic would people want to read it? It would be two (long) chapters

[highpitttitsgabagool]

Mel would def assess how fast and ergonomic Langdon's new shoes were + Kingdon + text posts