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i was looking for a midnight reading in ao3 and one of the tags of a fic was "Created Using Generative AI" what the actual fuck

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okay i'll say it, im binge watching Al Pacino's movies, IM SORRY I TRIED TO DENY IT BUT THEY ARE DO GOOD AND HE LOOKS SO HOT

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pull you in, it's alright

the pitt masterlist main masterlist

pairing: melissa king x f!reader

a/n: her <3 wuh luh wuh time and happy pride

this might come as a surprise but i think dr king is my favorite pitt character. i love her sm

inspired by/title from sofia by clairo

warnings: talking about pittfest, talking about the ramifications of working in healthcare

"Call your loved ones now if you need to," Dr. Robby says to the group of hospital personnel, "I can guarantee you cell service will soon be overwhelmed."

Mel feels a mix of fear and anxiety wash over her. On her first day in the ED, and she gets a mass casualty event; just her luck.

Taking her attendings' advice to heart, she quickly pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials the number of Becca's day center. She speaks quickly arranging a later pick-up time, and assures Becca that she will be there to get her when she's done.

She hangs up with a sigh, seeing the others around her still on the phone.

Before she can think too much more about it, she dials your number as well.

"Hi, Mel!" you greet as you pick up the phone.

"Hi," she greets.

"What's up, how is your first shift going? Are you done already?" you ask, checking the time.

"Um-" Mel says into the phone. She pauses, clearing her throat. "Yeah, it's going good. I just, we're going into emergency protocols for a mass shooter and, they gave us time to- call people, and I," she pauses.

You stay silent, waiting for her to finish her thought.

"I called Becca's center but I wanted to talk to you, too." she says.

"I'm glad you did," you say into the phone. "Are you going to be okay?" you ask her.

"Yeah, yeah," Mel assures, picking at the skin around her thumb. "Listen, I um, I have to go, but, thank you."

"Any time," you say warmly, "Will you call me later? When you and Becca get home?" you ask.

"Yeah," Mel agrees, "I don't know what time, though." she warns.

"I'll stay up," you implore, "please?"

"Yeah, I'll call you." Mel agrees.

"Okay. You've got this, Mel." you tell her.

"Thanks," she smiles, looking up and seeing the hospital staff congregating once again. "Talk to you later," she bids goodbye.

"Talk to you later." you agree, hanging up the phone.

You turn on your ringer and place the phone on your kitchen counter, already waiting for her call.

You had met Mel during her time at the VA, when you came to visit your grandfather. Mel joined in on a few Uno games with you and him during his admission, and as he was discharged, you asked if she would ever want to do something together.

You weren't explicitly flirting, moreso testing the waters and seeing how she would react to it. You weren't blind, Mel is stunning, but you had seen her care for your grandfather, her earnestness in which she approached life, and you knew that you wanted her in your life; in whatever way she would have you.

Mel had stuttered, eyes glancing around the room as she battled between wanting to know you and feeling restricted by her professionalism.

"Yeah, yeah," she had finally said, throwing a smile your way and entering her phone number into your contacts.

You and Mel had formed a fast friendship, based on mutual interest in the others' lives and a genuine desire to spend time together.

You think the Mel might be the best person you've ever known. Not in a loud, watch-me-be-good way, something much softer. Mel is selfless, determined, kind - nice without strings, and sincere in each and every interaction with others.

You're in a very special spot in your friendship with Mel. Those precious moments between friendship and love. You're not in a rush to change anything, but you can feel the simmering tension in the small moments you share with her.

You feel it when she rests her head on your shoulder, hair down after work and tickling your arm. You feel it when she laughs, loud and unabashed before covering her mouth with a hand. You feel it when your hugs linger just a bit too long, and when she pulls back and looks at your face as if to memorize your features.

Knowing that she thought of you when prompted to call her people gave you a warm feeling.

You go about your Friday night business, eating dinner and relaxing, all while unable to stop thinking about how Mel is doing.

You get a call at about 9:45, while invested on your latest read on the couch.

"Hey," you greet after scrambling to pick up the phone.

"Hi," Mel sighs into the phone.

"How are you?" you ask her.

"Good, yeah," she tells you. "I'm about to go pick up Becca. What are the odds she still wants to get dinner?" she jokes.

"Ohh, I think it's pretty high," you laugh.

Mel chuckles into the phone, but doesn't say anything else.

"How did tonight go?" you ask her gently.

"Fine," Mel says, her voice cracking around the word. "I'm, um, I'm not sure I want to talk about it."

"Okay," you agree softly. "What can I do for you?" you ask.

"Just this," she breathes into the phone.

"So easy to please," you tease, pulling a laugh out of Mel.

Mel bids you goodbye as she approaches Becca's center, promising to see you in a few days when she has some off days.

Mel comes over on Wednesday after you get home from work, being her first day off since she started on Friday.

You open the door, smiling as you give her room to step into your apartment.

As soon as her shoes are toed off, you throw your arms around her in a big hug. She stumbles back a step, laughing as she returns your embrace.

"Hi," you greet, pulling back slightly to see her, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she says in her low tone. "Did you finish your book?" she asks.

"Nooooo," you admit, "I still have a few chapters left."

Mel smiles, moving further into your space and leaning against your kitchen counter.

"How has the emergency room been?" you ask her.

"Do you want to take a walk?" she asks,

That is Mel-speak for she wants to talk, but she wants something else to do simultaneously.

"Yeah," you agree, moving to put your shoes on as Mel does the same.

You're both silent as you step out of your door and take off towards the park a few blocks away from your apartment.

"It's been good," she starts. "I really like the people, and I've already gotten to do a bunch of stuff I've never done."

You glance over at her, the evening sun filtering through her hair and illuminating her profile.

"That's awesome," you tell her, "It sounds like you're gonna become an even better doctor."

"Yeah, it's awesome," she agrees, although her tone betrays that she doesn't believe it.

You stay silent, walking beside her as you let her piece together her thoughts.

"It's just, it's been hard." she finally says, voice cracking.

"There's, um, there's a lot of people. And I can't stop thinking about them?" she says with her tone indicating a question, as if she was asking you if that was odd. "It's the worst day of their lives, for some of them, and I see," she pauses, still walking, and takes a deep breath. "I see a lot of them. A lot of people having the worst day of their lives. It's very, uh, different from the VA."

"It is," you agree. "You're feeling out of your depth." you reflect.

"Kind of?" she agrees.

"Do you want to hear what I think?" you ask.

"Yeah," she says, shooting you a smile.

"I think that having someone like you there on the worst day of my life would help." you tell her genuinely. "It's obvious that you care a lot, Mel, and having someone who cares probably helps more than you know."

Mel smiles, quickly wiping away a tear that had fallen from her eye.

"Thank you," she says quietly. Mel looks like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "I think you might be biased, though," she laughs.

"What do you mean?" you giggle.

"I mean," she blushes, "of course you would want me there."

You cackle out a laugh at her statement.

"What, am I wrong?" she asks, returning your laugh.

"No, no, you're not wrong." you tell her. "You're very special to me." you say.

"Yeah?" Mel asks.

"Yeah," you tell her earnestly.

Mel smiles again, but her expression is tinged with a hint of confusion.

You continue walking, both bathed in the evening sunlight. You breathe in the fresh smell of the park and feel the warmth of the sun on you skin.

Mel steps in front of you, making you screech to a hault suddenly.

"Am I..." she starts, looking nervous. "What's, um, what's happening?" she asks. "Am I reading all of this wrong?" she asks.

"No, Mel, not at all." you tell her with a gentle smile.

Mel gently shakes her head, a disbelieving smile and expression taking over her face.

"What," she starts, clearing her throat, "what are we... doing?" she asks haltingly.

You think for a moment. Before responding, you reach down and take Mel's hand in your own, lacing your fingers together.

"I don't know," you say thoughtfully, "I just want you." you tell her simply.

Mel's wide eyes dart around the surroundings, never quite stopping on your face.

She surges forward, catching you off guard as she presses her lips to yours in a clumsy kiss.

Just as fast as she was there, she had pulled away.

"Sorry, sorry," she apologized.

Instead of responding to her - frankly very silly - apology, you kiss her again. Her hands cup either side of your neck, her thumbs brushing against your jaw.

You kiss, just a soft press of her lips to yours, until the grins taking over your faces stop you.

Neither of you say anything as the kiss ends. You don't have to.

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can someome please PLEASE PLEASE make a dr melissa king fanfic, oneshot ANYTHING with fem reader??? PLEASE IM BEGGING, DO IT FOR PRIDE MONTH GUYS PLEASE

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OR JACKIESHAUNA????

shipping culture is so forgotten, you're telling me now it's melsantos??? in my times that would've been mentos

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shipping culture is so forgotten, you're telling me now it's melsantos??? in my times that would've been mentos

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please please please the pitt fandom drop your twitter users and i'll follow you, i want to interact 😭

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please, drop your angsty dr abbot fics reccomendations, i need injured reader, jealousy, yearning, i need angst

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thank you dr. jack abbot writers, thank you for keeping me fed these days, y'all know how to WRITE ❤️‍🩹

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let's talk, what are some red flags that you like to read about but only when it means certain criteria, i'll go first: jealousy.

omg i love how some authors write jealousy, like the words they use i don't know how to explain it, but it gets too toxic i don't like it.

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bunch of pitt doodles I forgot to post here SORRY

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i fucking love pedro pascal

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i have to admit that i love fanfics/oneshots where reader gets hurt or something like that and the character is worried for her like, damn i need therapy

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KASTLE CRUMBLES

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heather is pissing me off honestly, it's just something about her character that just doesn't sit right with me, but she's so beautiful

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poindexter looked so hot this episode, smash

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hay alguien que lea x reader en español? estoy pensando en traducir mis fics lol