jay, as in the letter

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 27: Family • 380/268 • Rated: M

CW: Implied Sexual Content, Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Infidelity :)

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Mel, his Mel, still turns pink at the sound of her new name. The new Doctor Melissa Langdon. And he’d bet that blush sinks to the bow on her white bralette, thank you, Victoria’s Secret. Frank would give anything to see the ribbon and lace over the trail of bruises he left her last night.

Neither utter a word about seeing the bride before her wedding day. Sour luck matters little when Mel’s lips quiver at the base of his cock.

Superstition be damned, he tells her, even reminds her he cannot wait a moment longer to be her first. Later tonight, she promised with a smile and another kiss.

Fate almost sealed, Mel smiles at Frank before exchanging I do’s. He smiles back, ignoring the dent in his pockets from the flowers, sparkly arches, the spectacle of glitter in the sky awaiting the happy couple. It all means so little now that he has her.

The sun sets on Mel’s happy day and fireworks commence the reception. Frank taps her shoulder, watches her jolt in place. “Hope I’m not too late for the bride’s first dance.”

He knows the first dance is typically reserved for the father of the bride, except Mel doesn’t have one of those, so he steps up. After all, she is now his.

“You’re always on time, Dr. Langdon!”

Formal, he notes as he takes her by the waist. Insane because anybody in her intimate orbit knows she prefers an arm over her shoulder. Possessive. Mel always preferred men with one track minds. Frank knows this.

For years, she has been the only thing on his to-do list. Mel knocked out his other priorities the day she walked through the ER doors as a bright-eyed MS3. Frank knew the recommendation would pay off. Plus, Mel is already well suited to his mentorship methods, won’t be long before she runs the floor.

In the eye of the glittery tornado, Mel’s eyes linger on his as he sways her to the rhythm.

“The wait feels worth it, right?”

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 29: Soup • 372/361 • Rated: T

Street-racer!Mel AU for @morgadec

CW: Blood, Slight Gore, Infidelity

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Nobody warns you that the high of the checkered banner ripping or the dopamine rushing after a screeching halt overrides your pain receptors—exactly why Mel doesn’t notice the initial drops of blood forming on her arm, nor the gravel stuck in the gash. 

Mel likes the thrill of a fast car. It’s the one vice she allows herself, a nasty one; still, it’s all she inherited from her father. It covers the undergrad loans and Becca’s facility bills better than swinging soup bowls. 

It also lands her in the ER. 

Dr. Langdon, she guesses from the badge, greets her with an impressed smile, taking a look at her road rash. “Whoa, you out to break some kind of record tonight, sweetheart?”

She elects to ignore the nearly-healed bruise under his eye, probably fell in bed with a taken woman. Mel doesn’t judge.

Instead, she winces at the tweezers despite the numbing cream. Just extra squeamish, she figures, she’s not used to falls like that. “Just my own. I, uh– there’s a tournament offering thirty grand, and I could use the training.” 

The handsome doctor nods, plucking a few more, “What kinda race?” 

She shouldn’t say, but she finds no harm in a small slip-up, “uh, bikes—usually I’m in a car, but tonight’s challenge was motorcycles—figured I’d give it a shot.”

He’s sweet for making conversation, she’d picture that crinkle-eyed smile long after her arm is rid of debris. 

Mel eyes him. Pretty blue eyes, slight stubble, maybe an attending, definitely married, maybe happily. Again, she doesn’t judge, but her thrill didn’t die on the gravelly track tonight. “Do you call your patients that? Sweetheart, I mean.”

Still busy with the task at hand, he smiles to himself. “Only if I’m hoping to land a solid satisfaction score tonight. Or your number.” 

“And your cheek,” Mel points to it, reckless curiosity bites at her. “How did that happen?” 

The doctor chuckles. Mel knows he doesn’t have to answer, but tit for tat. He gets her contact, and she gets the backstory his wife probably doesn’t. 

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 29: Soup • 372/361 • Rated: T

Street-racer!Mel AU for @morgadec

CW: Blood, Slight Gore, Infidelity

•••

Nobody warns you that the high of the checkered banner ripping or the dopamine rushing after a screeching halt overrides your pain receptors—exactly why Mel doesn’t notice the initial drops of blood forming on her arm, nor the gravel stuck in the gash. 

Mel likes the thrill of a fast car. It’s the one vice she allows herself, a nasty one; still, it’s all she inherited from her father. It covers the undergrad loans and Becca’s facility bills better than swinging soup bowls. 

It also lands her in the ER. 

Dr. Langdon, she guesses from the badge, greets her with an impressed smile, taking a look at her road rash. “Whoa, you out to break some kind of record tonight, sweetheart?”

She elects to ignore the nearly-healed bruise under his eye, probably fell in bed with a taken woman. Mel doesn’t judge.

Instead, she winces at the tweezers despite the numbing cream. Just extra squeamish, she figures, she’s not used to falls like that. “Just my own. I, uh– there’s a tournament offering thirty grand, and I could use the training.” 

The handsome doctor nods, plucking a few more, “What kinda race?” 

She shouldn’t say, but she finds no harm in a small slip-up, “uh, bikes—usually I’m in a car, but tonight’s challenge was motorcycles—figured I’d give it a shot.”

He’s sweet for making conversation, she’d picture that crinkle-eyed smile long after her arm is rid of debris. 

Mel eyes him. Pretty blue eyes, slight stubble, maybe an attending, definitely married, maybe happily. Again, she doesn’t judge, but her thrill didn’t die on the gravelly track tonight. “Do you call your patients that? Sweetheart, I mean.”

Still busy with the task at hand, he smiles to himself. “Only if I’m hoping to land a solid satisfaction score tonight. Or your number.” 

“And your cheek,” Mel points to it, reckless curiosity bites at her. “How did that happen?” 

The doctor chuckles. Mel knows he doesn’t have to answer, but tit for tat. He gets her contact, and she gets the backstory his wife probably doesn’t.