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Mel who’s a little bit clumsy, her spatial awareness is kinda skewed. She’s constantly bumping into the edges of desks or slipping because she’s so focused on what’s next she didn’t bother to look down and see the slippery floor. She knocks door frames and bed curtains as she enters in and out without thinking. She’s had thousands of mysterious little bruises she never remembers getting. Langdon starts putting a hand on her arm and pushing her through so she avoids the hard edges. Nudging her side or back so she moves over just enough to stop colliding with the corners of work stations and supply carts and beds. More than once he’s caught her as she’s slid into a freshly mopped trauma room or in front of the ambulance bay. Each and every time she smiles up at him, a little flushed, a little embarrassed but always grateful for his care, and says thank you.

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day nineteen: sunburn

for @kingdonmicrofic | rated: t | word count: 488 | ao3 (getting soft dommed by your bestie Again)

“Jesus, Mel, how did this happen?”

Her shoulders were bright pink underneath the thin white tank top she was wearing, her mouth curved into an adorable pout.

“I think I grabbed Samira’s sunscreen instead of mine when I reapplied,” she explains miserably from the edge of his bed, legs dangling, hands on top of her thighs over her cotton shorts.

He had corralled her into his room the moment she came over after the day she spent lounging by the pool at Trinity’s apartment complex. He had been jealous he didn’t get to spend his day off pretending not to stare at her in a bathing suit but then she had knocked on his door, aloe vera in hand and practically whimpered I can’t reach my back.

“You poor thing,” he tsks.

Her hair is loose over her shoulders and he takes it into his hands gently, careful of her burned skin, and combs through it with his fingers so he can wrap it in a bun on top of her head. Her eyelashes flutter and he takes the glasses off her nose, placing them next to her on the bed.

“Lay down on your stomach,” he tells her. “Are you okay with moving the straps of your tank top down for me?”

She hums in agreement and he stares at his headboard so not to watch her slowly move them down, her hand wrapping around the front of her chest so it doesn’t fall all the way off.

Mel turns to lay on the center of his bed, cheek against his pillow. Her back is as red as her shoulders and he knows he’ll be texting Samira and Trinity later asking how they didn’t see her growing pinker—it’s fine, he’ll just have to go next time.

“Ready?” he asks. He presses his knee into the mattress next to her hip, fighting the urge to just straddle her waist. “It’s gonna feel a little cold.”

“S’okay,” she murmurs. “M’ready for you.”

Frank takes a breath and squeezes the aloe into his hands, sticky, which he hopes doesn’t bother Mel too much. He presses it into her skin and she sighs out instantly.

“Yeah?” he checks.

“Feels good.”

He bites his tongue so he doesn’t do something like tell her what a good job she’s doing and focuses on the task at hand, rubbing the aloe into her soft skin.

When he finishes she makes a grabbing motion with her hand, squirming slightly.

“Can you put some more on, please?”

“Yeah, are you gonna sit still for me?”

She settles almost immediately and he resumes his task, rubbing her back in gentle circles.

“Just a little more and then you can take a nap, how’s that sound?”

“Good.”

“Yeah?” he asks, and then because he’s lost it: “And what do we say, sweetheart?”

A breathy sigh, a tiny curved smile hidden in his pillow.

“Mm, thank you.”

…

Right.

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I'm so overwhelmed w all the content we are getting like omg I have so many thoughts but also a life I need to keep up with unfortunately!!! 😫

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im literally buzzing okay so we know now that langdon is going to be spending (at least part of) his first shift back in chairs (and probably hating life).

and we know that mel has struggled socially throughout her life to feel like she fits in (per interviews). but what if mel has spent the last 10 months growing in her confidence in the pitt, feeling like she’s established and connecting with her peers, and finding her footing only for her former boss to waltz through the doors on the fourth of july and send her right back to where she was intern year (at least mentally). she feels like she’s almost watching through tinted glass as her coworkers immediately take a liking to this doctor who made her intern year hell on earth. the same coworkers, the ones she felt like she had to spend months getting to like her. and she can’t stop thinking “have i really made progress or is it all just in my head?”

and then she’s missing (easy) things on cases, walking around in a daze, and heck, she’s charting with red pen and she hasn’t even noticed that her meticulous braid is half falling out. naturally, robby (with a nudge from dana because let’s be serious) notices and sends her to chairs for a bit to help her “get back into it” (of course not realizing her problem isn’t an off day, but rather another staff member). and oddly, mel doesn’t even push back, just takes her place in chairs where she starts to spiral thinking that’s where robby thinks she belongs after all as she assesses the severity of ankle sprains and headaches while being half grabbed, half screamed at by people who have waited too long to be told to wait even longer. but it all starts to get to be too much, too overstimulating, too chaotic and mel is rushing out of the closest double doors to the stairwell. trying (and failing) to get her breathing under control as she collapses onto the stairs.

meanwhile, frank is going half out of his mind trying to calm down the family of 8 who came in with a slight case of what he knows will be mild case of dehydration (treatable with fluids and rest) but they can’t understand why they won’t be seen now. he has spent the better part of his morning with HR and now he’s feeling like the size of an ant as he can’t even get a family dispute under control, something he used to be an ace at.

but he sees a flash of honey blond hair and knows that if there’s anywhere he will feel the most useful, it’s at melissa king’s side. he all but barks at the family that he’ll be right back and next thing he knows he’s in the stairwell and has got mel half in his lap from catching her on her way down, hand stroking down her braid telling her it’s okay, she’s fine, everything is fine. and mel can’t quite believe that a) she’s currently being rocked side to side by frank langdon and b) frank langdon is HERE.

suddenly she’s pushing at him, half squealing how happy she is to see him while simultaneously scrambling to say that she’s fine, really, it’s just allergies and frank doesn’t believe that for a second, but he’s telling her it’s okay to not be okay, repeating his words about sensitive people and how important they are to their line of work as he uses his scrub top to dry her tears. the whole time he can’t stop smiling because mel just looks so happy to see him (tear streaks and all) and he knows he’s beaming back all the same.

and yeah, they don’t really talk about what’s caused her to take up residence of the entryway stairs at 11:07am or the fact that frank is there in the flesh after ten long months (they’ll have time for that later). but for the first time all morning they both feel like they can take a deep breath, one that fills their entire lungs,

because they know they have someone in their corner now, someone who likes them unconditionally. like a kindred spirit.

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TAYLOR DEARDEN & PATRICK BALL

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Thinking about Frank calling Mel ‘Melissa’ in a teasing way. It's normally when they're jokingly disagreeing about something or when she refuses his help, and she'll always turn to look at him and throw a curt "Frank." And he smirks, responding with a drawn-out, long "Melissaaaaa," which always catches her off guard and makes her blush.

But I'm also thinking about Frank on his knees, looking up at Mel as if he's praying at her feet, kissing her stomach whilst reciting a litany of "Melissa" over and over again as he tries to kiss every inch of her body because she is the closest thing to a heavenly body that Frank has ever come across

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@kingdonmicrofic day eighteen: vacation || 308/308 || rated m/e || ao3

Frank keeps insisting their vacation is called a babymoon, no matter how many times Mel reminds him that's for when she's actually pregnant, not just trying.

Stubborn man that he is, he continues to refer to it as such, and Mel can't help the affectionate roll to her eyes that it elicits.

"We could call it a honeymoon," Frank muses as they're sweaty and spent, sprawled across a king-sized bed with the ocean crashing against the rocks just outside their window. "But I like babymoon better. Makes it clear what we're trying to do."

Mel laughs from her place against his chest, the soft hairs there tickling her cheek, not that she particularly cares. "I don't want you telling any of our coworkers that." A few of them already have been let in on this baby-making secret by pure accident — Yoyo, Samira, Trinity (who pretended to gag) — but otherwise, Mel wants to keep it close to her chest, a special task just for them.

Frank juts his lower lip out in a pout, his hand creeping down from her side to her hip, and she knows what he's trying to do — and she'll be damned if she stops him from dipping his fingers between her thighs, sighing softly as he circles her oversensitive clit.

"Whatever the lady wants." Frank sighs, as if it's such a hardship, and Mel can't be bothered to respond as he presses a finger inside her, then a second, making her gasp, thighs tensing as she rocks into the pressure. "And I think the lady wants a second round."

It's desperate and messy, something Mel never thought she'd find so arousing until now, with Frank groaning into her ear, I'm going to fill you up, and she shudders apart underneath him as he falls apart deep inside her, hoping that this time, it'll take.

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Conversation carried out throughout the shift

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i love to doodle mel not at all related to the medical drama show that she is from

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just had this random thought of frank not letting his kids get on the bumper cars at the amusement park or carnivals bc the impact could potentially hurt their necks/backs. actually, I imagine he's a little paranoid about that stuff in general, like the kids are begging him to go to whatever park is nearby and he's like whyyyy would we go there when we could do puzzles in the comfort and safety of our home! 🥳

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Speaking of mel and her glasses maybe he also loves coming on them when he comes on her face :) it feels extra possessive and every time he looks at her he remembers exactly how his come streaked against them last. also they protect his come from irritating her eyes which is important because he comes on her face a lot but cares about his best girl's eye health. frank is so kind <3 important after-sex activity is him meticulously and carefully cleaning them off for her before tenderly putting them back on her pretty face

omg my first anonymous message, finally getting the whole tumblr experience 🚬

YES, she keeps them on, and he’s just jerking off in front of her because he loves seeing her pretty face and the expectancy of it all. mel sits still, looking all pretty and glancing up at him with her beautiful doe eyes and a little smile (reference: her face on that one clip of langdon standing up after their break room convo ofc). frank grunts, he runs his fingers through her hair to keep her close, while he tells mel how gorgeous she is and what a good girl! so patient and well behaved. he nudges the head of his cock against her lips sporadically, smearing precum around her mouth, and she gives him little kitty licks and hums happily. he comes on her face, and she always opens her mouth, but only a few drops land there, the rest ends up on her glasses and down her cheeks. she collects it all to taste while trying to look up at him through the smudged crystals. maybe he even takes a quick pic to add to his collection (he has a folder called “doll face" and it’s just all mel). then he nudges her to the bathroom, and while she pees or whatever he cleans her glasses thoroughly ✨

on the rare occasion that mel gets splash withaker style on the face with some bodily fluid or whatever, frank has to do some breathing exercises and remind himself of the time and place! (he finds it sickly hot but also THAT'S HIS JOB 😡)

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one more thing about langdon and mel and her glasses ☝️

frank pushes mel's glasses up when they slide down her nose. he does it constantly: when they are casually talking, or she's looking down while going over some notes on a patient, or doing a procedure. he's always there with his index finger right on the bridge or sometimes he uses his thumb and index to push them up from both sides of the frame instead (all mel sees is a big hand coming to her face and the first time she's like huh ???)

he even takes them off her sometimes to clean them even when she doesn't notices they are that dirty. she usually just goes over the crystals with some tissue or the fabric of her shirt, but frank makes sure to clean them properly with water and soap and every time she's like "wow, I can see again 🤓"

also him sliding mel's glasses over her head to kiss the little mole next to her eye and then fixing them for her again 🤗🤗

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Kingdon Microfic: Peach

Rated: High T/ Low M

@kingdonmicrofic

WC: 476

“How old were you the first time you had sex?”

“Old for a boy, I think. Nineteen?”

“Really?” Mel put a segment of a peach into Frank's awaiting mouth. Her neck tingled when she felt the subtle swipe of his tongue across the pad of her thumb as she fed him.

“How come?”

“It’s my turn. Remember, complete honesty. Do you actually like giving head?”

Mel flushed. He was a wicked man to ask that. “...yes.”

Frank slipped a segment of the juicy, dripping peach past her lips. She nearly groaned as his thumb pushed through the seam. His eyes glinted as he slowly pulled his thumb out. After her tongue swirled around it, of course.

“What’s your favorite position?”

The low chuckle made Mel’s cheeks burn.

“Don't laugh but missionary.”

Now this took her by surprise. “Wow! Didn't see that coming. Elaborate.”

“You're cheating.” Frank smirked. “And I'm waiting for my piece.”

“Not cheating. I didn't ask a second question, I gave a command.”

“Oh, all right. It's missionary because I'm a sap who likes looking into your eyes.”

Great answer. “Here, open.’

Peach juice dribbled down her finger and onto her open palm. Frank slowly slid his tongue down the digit and lazily licked the sugary stickiness. Mel clenched her legs together.

There were only two pieces left. Frank brought the fleshy piece so very close to her mouth. “What's your favorite thing I do to you in bed?”

The low croon made her body shiver. God, he was too good at this.

“W-when you kiss me.” She managed.

“I kiss you all the time, even when we aren't in bed.”

“That's my answer.”

He teasingly brought the peach segment into her lips. The fruit was soaked in its sugary nectar. A few drops landed on the corner of her mouth. Frank was such a gentleman to wipe the corner with his tongue. Just to make sure it was all gone.

“What’s your favorite part of me?”

The bold and seductive Frank took a backseat to the adoring and tender version of himself. The one that Mel loved most and couldn't wait to spend her life with.

“Your heart.”

This was his best answer yet. Mel put the end of the last piece between her teeth. It wasn't even a second before Frank took the peach from her lips with his own. The way his teeth tore the flesh made juice spurt down their lips and chins.

How he looked at her as he ate made her borderline tachychardic. “I think I want more.” Frank uttered hoarsely as he captured her lips with his own. The force of him sent Mel flopping back onto her pillows. Never mind his lips and fingers were sticky and wet. She'd clean him soon enough.

“So very sweet, Mrs. Langdon.”

Their honeymoon was off to a sugary start.

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frank keeps mel's glasses on when he's fucking her bc he looooves the nerdy look she has when looking up at him, with the glasses a little crooked and halfway down the bridge of her nose, face all flushed and sweaty, and mouth ajar while she lets out shaky breaths and little whimpers as he slams into her <3

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I feel like somebody just snitched on us w the teacher 😮‍💨

oh!

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quiero que me trates suavemente 😫