Do It Scared

i dont have a solid opinion on it tbh, i like looking at it both ways on different days. i like that he's almost trying his luck when he walks out to the ambulance bay in 2.15 - his track record has been that the ambulance bay is mel's hiding spot, but also the place where robby tore him down in the final hour of his last shift. so what one is he gonna get this time? in saying that, (and im sure ive read this in fics a couple of times early last year) in 1.15 when he's stood in the ambulance bay, its plausible that mel could've walked out and found him there before robby did, and i wonder how that conversation couldve gone and how that wouldve changed their dynamic.

within the context of 2.15 (and more to answer your question instead of falling off into my own tangent) i think the version where frank was looking for robby but finds mel instead feels like fate, and this is the version where him choosing to stay and watch the fireworks with her instead of going back in and looking for robby elsewhere holds more weight since he forgoes his original plan for her, whereas him searching for her specifically and using the robby excuse as a coverup is a more intentional acceptance of their bond since he's seeking her out (i think) for both their sakes.

Day 7 Free choice

Inspired by pommepony(on twitter) Kingdon fantasy Au, what can I say? I love Princess Mel 💕.

Title: Something Borrowed 
Fandom: The Pitt
Pairing: Mel King/Frank Langdon
Category: F/M
Rating: Explicit
Summary: “That’s such a you thing to say Mel, ugh I love you,” Abby says, locking her phone and throwing it face-down on the table before reaching over to pick up Mel’s hands. Again, Mel isn’t entirely comfortable with the contact, but she doesn’t know what she could say about it that wouldn’t dampen Abby’s good mood. She really doesn’t want to do that. “Okay, I didn’t actually ask you to dinner just to tell you I was getting married. I invited you here to ask you… will you be my maid of honour?” Or, Mel agrees to be her former roommate’s maid of honour. Surely nothing will go wrong!
Word Count: 49,326
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Mel stands, worrying her lip, staring out at the endless sea of pink and teal sticky notes dotting up and down the living room wall. 

Neat rows of pros and cons only remind her that she has four days to decide which fellowship she wants to accept. (She has her pick of the litter: PTMC and three partner hospital programs in Pittsburgh. Something she has to pinch herself about sometimes. But now she has to actually choose.)

A pair of familiar arms settle around her shoulders, pulling her gently back against a warm chest, and Frank’s chin comes to rest on top of her head.

“Redecorating already?” he asks. “It took forever to pick out that wall color in the first place.”

She lets out a watery laugh, twisting her head to kiss his arm before burrowing her head into it.

“It was so hard the first time, Frank. What if… what if no one likes me again?”

The words feel childish the minute they leave her mouth, but they’re real. It was so lonely for so long. What if she ends up alone again? Abandoned in conversation or eating by herself? What if she’s already found the handful of people who like her in the world and she’s just leaving them?

“I know, baby,” he presses his lips to her temple. “I know it’s scary. But this time you’ve got me and you’ve got people in your corner.”

The pressure in her chest eases slightly. “Starting over is so much work and I just don’t know if I can,” she sighs.

“The whole world deserves to know how cool and smart and badass Dr. Melissa King is. It would be selfish to keep you cooped up forever,” Frank sways them, breath tickling her ear which coaxes a small giggle. “Even if I want to be selfish.” 

“Frank,” she whispers.

“Regardless of where you go, you’re going to be doing incredible things. You’ll be teaching. Helping people. You’ll be doing fucking cool stuff and at the end of every day, we’re going to crawl into bed together and you’ll tell me all about it. All the rest,” he waves his hand at the rainbow-covered wall, “is confetti.”

day 1 prompt: confetti

Rating: G, wc: 500/382

Frank made sure Mel celebrated her birthday exactly how she wanted, even if it was a bit late.

“Happy birthday, Emily!”

A loud pop echoed inside the room, followed by a colorful shower of confetti raining down on their patient, who was giggling, flanked by her greeting parents and friends.

Mel masked an internal grimace when the party poppers went off. Still, a genuine smile tugged at her lips as she looked around.

Dana and the others had done a great job throwing an impromptu party for Emily, who had been rushed to the ED with severe abdominal pain right before her birthday.

Mel couldn’t imagine how awful it was to spend a special day sick and at the hospital. Then again, she always spent her birthdays working (and only got to celebrate it with Becca at their apartment after), so she wouldn’t really know. She and Becca were used to celebrating it simply: baking their mother's cake, eating their favorite soup dumplings or any takeaways while watching Elf, exchanging gifts, and ending their night listing stuff they could do for their next birthday. They spent it at the beach once, years before her residency, but that was the exception.

Their simple celebration was fun, but watching a giggling Emily with her parents and friends back in the room made Mel’s chest tighten. She had forgotten what it felt like, to be celebrated by someone (other than her sister) who loved and appreciated her.

“That patient’s satisfaction score is gonna be through the roof.”

Mel stopped walking, pulled from her thoughts.

“Mel, are you okay?” Frank asked, stepping closer.

“I…yes. Just thinking.”

He leaned in, tilting his head to look at her intently, waiting for her to share what was on her mind. He nudged her shoulders gently when she stayed quiet.

“Well? I’m sure whatever it is, it’s worth hearing.”

“It’s nothing important, really,” Mel said, looking away. “I just wondered what that felt like,” she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.

“Mel…when’s your birthday?”

“Oh, it already passed. I’m just being silly.”

“Seriously,” Frank insisted, his tone soft. “When is it?”

“February 4th.”

“Okay. And what would you actually want to do if you could celebrate it again?”

“I don’t know. Becca and I always wanted to go to the PPG aquarium, we—”

“No, Mel,” Frank said, touching her elbow gently and making her look up at him. “I’m asking what you want to do. If it were entirely up to you.”

Mel hesitated, breaking away from his soft gaze, her cheeks flushed when she answered.

“I’d want to dress up as a 17th-century French lady and spend the day at a Renaissance Fair. A nice dinner after would be nice.”

Later that weekend, Frank showed up at her door, dressed in velvet vest and tailored breeches. He was down onto one knee, grinning widely with a tricorn hat pressed against his chest as he extended a hand up to her with a dramatic flourish.

“Ready for your day, Mademoiselle?”

Mel giggled and bunched the fabric of her dress aside before taking his hand.

The patient in South 16 put up a real fight. 

The guy's right eye had caught the blast of a confetti cannon at a gender reveal party. One particularly aggressive piece of plastic had become lodged under his eyelid, leaving a nasty corneal laceration behind. He was, comically, still covered in pink and gold shrapnel, and Frank struggled not to make jokes about the pieces fluttering to the hospital floor as he became more and more agitated. 

"Am I going to go blind?" he kept asking, jerking his head away from Frank's hands. "Jesus Christ, you're going to make me go blind!"

Frank tried to assure him that he was “probably not going to go blind,” and the guy swore at him for it.

Kingdon Week day 5: nature | oops, accidental pregnancy

Day 1-Confetti | Exact WC 382 | @kingdonmicrofic

Mel’s last day as a resident in the emergency department of PTMC was fast approaching. Soon, she’d start her fellowship in Emergency Pediatrics.

She got the email sitting on the couch with Frank beside her, gasping and tapping his arm as excitement overtook her, “Look,” she exclaimed, tilting her phone towards him.

She watched as his blue eyes scanned the words, his expression filling quickly with excitement and pride, “You got in?” he breathed, his eyes meeting hers.

Mel nodded quickly, “I got in,” she whispered. There was barely a second between the words leaving her mouth, and his lips finding hers.

As she walked into the locker room, her head held high and a smile on her face, her eyes landed on Frank.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well it’s nice to see you too,” Frank laughed, his arms snaking around her shoulders, “I came to get you,” he answered, placing a kiss to her forehead, letting go so she could open her locker.

She entered her code, and Frank stepped back slightly as she pulled it open.

Pop!

Confetti of all different colors floated through the air as Frank softly laughed behind her.

“Frank,” she cooed as she reached inside and pulled out a note, “you didn’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I did,” he told her, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, pressing a lingering kiss to the crook of her neck, “you are going to be the best emergency pediatrician this hospital has ever seen. You deserve to be celebrated.”

Mel turned around in his arms, their bodies flush as she stood up on her toes, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Well let’s get home then,” she smirked, “so we can celebrate properly.”

Mel grabbed her things from her locker and together they made their way to Frank’s car. 

When she pulled down the sun visor to assess the damage of the day, another cascade of confetti fell into her lap.

Frank’s head tipped back in laughter as Mel brushed the rainbow confetti off of her pants, “There’s a lot more where that came from.”

“Please tell me you didn’t put confetti in your pants” Mel groaned,

She looked over as Frank shrugged, his lips pulling to one side.