For however many sharp edges Frank is made of, for every harsh line he cuts people with, Mel is as soft, as gentle. Every other person that’s gotten close to him has suffered the punitive marks of his brashness, of his addiction, of his selfishness. But not Mel. She moulds to his pointed corners, not changing his shape, merely blunting his edges. She slows him down, makes him take a breather, lets him feel everything in its fullest capacity.
Fifth and final chapter is up. Thank you to everyone for your kind words and support. I hope you enjoy <3
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just saw this art on twitter thanks to @billspaid but it deserves its own spot on tumblr too!! pls show this lovely art your appreciation! honour of a lifetime that my fic inspired this <3
or: bible camp age gap fic for @kingdonweek day one: different first meeting
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She wanted so desperately to touch Him, to thread her fingers into His hair or to scratch at His back, but she was fixed in position. Arms out as though she herself was the one on the cross.
Mel enjoyed giving herself over, delighted to be the one at His mercy. She’d let Him do whatever He wanted to her, her passivity rooted in total faith and trust. He would care for her. He would give her what she needed. He always paid attention. So what if He woke her up in the middle of the night and dragged her across camp to fuck her against the side of a cabin? Who was she to question what He thought was best for her?
“Well, if you have to name the artist, you should have to name both if there’s more than one—” Frank began hotly.
“You’re still correct if you name one of them,” Cassie interrupted in a tone that suggested they’d had this conversation plenty of times already.
Leaning a little closer to Frank, Mel said, “I agree.”
Frank grinned at Mel and knocked her shoulder with his. Mel knew that she was smiling too big and that her blush was definitely very, very obvious, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She heard Donnie groan.
“Oh god, now there’s two of them,” he muttered.
June 22nd: Different First Meeting for @kingdonweek
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i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands
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I just want Langdon fighting with Robby to see Mel after she has a slight work accident and he’s like ur not family, you have this weird thing going on with her screaming at him in front of everyone I’m calling her emergency contact first and he calls and it’s Langdon on the phone with some quipy remark and he’s like fuck you hoe u now have to let me see her
Different first meeting au where Mel is treating frank after he did the dad thing of trying to do a backflip for his kids and failing, and that's how he hurt his back.
Oooooo finally one I can do!! Lol
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Frank knew better. Backflip off a swing. He was thirty fucking three. Divorced with two kids who could make him doing anything and a dog who refused to do anything he said. So he was in Presby. He refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him like this. Not with this story. Not in the Pitt. Knowing his luck he'd get Santos and he refused to give her the satisfaction of proof of his idiocy.
Besides it was a tweaked back. Old injury exasbarted by him winding himself. And Samira had transferred to Presby. How bad could they really be? He glanced around, hoping to spy his former colleague. The Pitt missed her dearly. But there was no question: Robby had treated her like shit and she'd done the smart thing.
She'd always done the smart thing.
'Frank Langdon?' Sandy an older cheery woman called out. Frank hobbled as best he could towards the swing doors. Grey hair with bright rainbow tips. Her smile was as bright as the lights above their heads. Frank just knew her cookies were off the hook.
'Thanks.' Oh she winced sympathetically as she watched his slow limping gait. He knew he looked pathetic. Hence why he was not in the fucking Pitt. Also it was calmer in Presby. Not exactly the hub of trauma. Frank could feel his eyelids grow heavy. His need for constant input bemoaning the relative calm.
Minus the hair and the crazy shoes that he couldn't begin to explain, he was strongly reminded of his mother. 'Oh I put my back out on the regular. It's an awful thing. Luckily you are getting one of our best residents. She's a doll.'
Frank was left in an eerily quiet triage room. It was just him and a young guy with what looked like some sort of genital issue. By the looks of him: it had to be weird.
'Mr Langdon?' A woman's voice drew his attention. Deeper than the typical. Warning bells instantly went off in his head. He'd fallen for a pretty voice before.
Then he looked up. Frank Langdon: divorced with two kids and one unruly dog was instantly sunk.
A pair of bright hazel eyes behind glasses and a dazzling smile. Blonde hair pulled back in a braid he thought. Neat scrubs with a bright blue top that made her skin glow. Her head tilted curiously at him. Eyes glancing down at her tablet. Oh right he needed to actually talk to her. 'Ah-yeah. That's me.'
'So what brings you in today?' She pulled up a seat and stared up at him
'I'm a fucking idiot?' Her brow furrowed a little bit. 'Sorry my kids got me to try a trick that I am too old and way too tall for. Landed on my back. Old injury from college.' Mel chewed on her lip, nodding and making notes.
She was quick and efficient. A little off beat. Her questions maybe a little more direct than some would like. Frank was pretty similar. He tried not to flinch as she gently probed his back. Apologising in a sweet voice. Sure it was uncomfortable but a beautiful, intelligent doctor. He was going to be a little jumpy.
'Oh my god you must have thought I was so condescending!' Her cheeks flushed in horror when he finally admitted to be a fellow ER doctor himself. First year in his fellowship in teaching.
He shook his head. 'Nah. Besides I'm not a doctor right now. Best not to assume shit. Besides-' He dropped his head and voice, unable to resist leaning closer to her '-I could be a horrendous one.'
Her laugh was lovely. He got the feeling that she didn't laugh enough. 'You work over in PMTC?' Frank nodded.
'Dr Mohan talks about that. Seems like a complicated place to work.'
Oh how to explain Robby. 'It has it's benefits.'
Mel nodded quickly. 'Oh I was hoping to get a spot after my VA rotation but missed a deadline due to an issue with my sister. She had higher support needs. Things happen but... still disappointing.'
There was a little more to that story but Frank knew their time together was coming to a close. He reached into his wallet. For the first time using one of his new fancy business cards. On a wild impulse he scribbled down his own number underneath his work email.
'If you want to try applying. We usually can squeeze in another resident who's talented. Feel free to shoot me your CV. The senior attendings are fairly chill. If you ignore Robby.' Mel's eyes betrayed her knowledge. Must have had some conversations with Mohan. Well the better informed she was.
'Oh I couldn't.' She clutched the tablet to her chest as he made his way to his feet. Feeling a lot better with some massage therapy and relaxants. She really was good.
'Entirely up to you. No pressure one way or the other.' Mel frowned at the card. Her lips pursing a little in thought. God she was cute. 'And the phone number?'
'In case you want to hang out with an idiot who tries doing backflips to impress his two kids?'
He hadn't meant to ask her out. Frank hated patients who did that. But he wasn't just a patient. He could tell they had a lot in common. But again she had a general snap shot of his life. Divorced and bit more baggage than most people his age.
'I'll think about it.'
'I'm honoured you'd even consider it.' He wasn't sure why he was putting on a silly old fashioned accent but he did. She hid her giggling face behind her tablet. Maybe it was best he leave before he did something else stupid.
Frank had his head on the steering wheel of his car. What the fuck was he thinking. Asking her out like that. She'd didn't know him. He was her patient. Oh god he really was a just a-
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