#frank langdon x melissa king

[thepencilnerd]

Feels Like Trouble

pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F!Doctor!Reader summary: You and Robby have been secretly dating for a while now. Most of the ER is clueless—except the five people who could probably write dissertations on your dynamic. Enter a frat boy med student with too much confidence and not enough self-awareness. Robby? Jealous. You? Oblivious. Everyone else? Watching the drama unfold like it's peak primetime television. warnings: cringe flirting, depiction of boundary-pushing behavior, mutual pining, protective!Robby genre: fluff, slow burn, banter, crack vibes, emotional constipation, robbie's love language is acts of service, strong!reader energy because women run the world word count: 6.3k a/n: robby in his protective, simmering, quietly feral era + men anticipating my needs without me having to ask is my roman empire. p.s. also check out my other Dr. Robby fics (Not Enough | And Through It All) if you're interested <3

It started at the nurses’ station.

You were finishing up notes from a back-to-back shift, hair a mess, sleeves rolled, running purely on caffeine and spite. You barely registered the med student who leaned in a little too close—Jackson, of course. Jackson, who everyone knew had barely scraped through med school with a transcript that looked like a cry for help and a reputation for quoting his frat days like gospel. Jackson, who thought calling women 'Doc' in a tone meant to charm was somehow endearing. So, yeah. Not a great dude, to say the absolute least.

"Hey, Dr. L/N," Jackson said with that ever-present grin, leaning just a little too close. "You, uh... ever take pity on exhausted interns and grab a drink after shift?"

You gave a polite smile. "I’m not really a spirits person, but thanks."

Jackson blinked. "Huh?"

"You said drink, right? I’m more of a coffee or tea girl. Caffeine over cocktails."

He opened his mouth like he was going to try again, but you were already turning back to your chart.

"Good luck today!" you said cheerfully, not noticing the groan from your colleagues. Just around the corner, Mateo muttered to Javadi, "That’s the fourth time this week. It’s painful, man."

Javadi sipped her carton of apple juice with focused precision, attention directed solely on your ability to brush off such obvious advances without it getting in the way of your work. "Seventh, actually. If you count the half-made attempt on Monday. She's bulletproof."

"Try Jackson-proof," Mateo scoffed.

Two beds down, King leaned over to Langdon with her gloved hands clasped and asked, "Why does Jackson keep hovering around Dr. L/N like a... rabid mosquito?"

Langdon just smiled knowingly, looking over to the nurses' station where the man of the hour sat. "Don’t worry. Robby'll take care of it. Eventually."

Unbeknownst to you, Robby had been watching the entire interaction—and every interaction before that. If any med student so much as breathed near you with less-than-pure intentions, he was up in arms, ready to intervene at a moment's notice.

There was that time Whitaker nearly took your eye out when a patient came in with a nail embedded in his femur; the force of pulling it out snapped Whitaker’s elbow backward—only for Robby's hand to catch it mid-swing before it could clock you in the face. Or when Santos nearly sliced your finger open as you gently guided her through her first incision—Robby had materialized behind her in the span of a gasp, steadying her hands with a calm correction that masked sheer panic. Or when Javadi passed out for the second time during a gnarly pelvic realignment and collapsed straight into you, nearly giving you a concussion from her deadweight—Robby had been there then, too, catching you both with lightning reflexes and barely concealed fury.

At this point, the only person in the hospital who hadn’t triggered Robby’s internal security system was Mel. And that was only because she kept a respectful three-foot radius and shared snacks with you during breaks. The two of you had a quiet little tradition—inviting her out to try the new cat café when it opened downtown, or attending weekend adoption events together like it was a team-building exercise. Langdon once joked that she was the third wheel in the most wholesome slow-burn romcom he'd ever seen. Mel's only response was two blinks and a single nod of acknowledgement.

Everyone in the ER noticed your dynamic—the way you and Robby worked together like a well-oiled machine, never needing to speak aloud to know what the other needed. It was intuitive. Rhythmic. Like watching a dance you’d been rehearsing for years.

Still, only a handful of people actually knew about your relationship. Abbot, Collins, McKay, Dana, Langdon, and Mel.

Abbot had been Robby’s sounding board from the very beginning. Back when Robby was still pacing around the break room, torn between professionalism and the undeniable, slow-burning pull he felt toward you, it was Abbot who told him to get over himself and ask you out. Life was too short for regrets.

Collins, McKay, and Dana didn’t know officially—but they knew. The meaningful glances, the subtle handoffs of coffee, the shared silences that were too loaded to be casual. They never said a word because they lived for the soap-opera-worthy drama of it all.

Langdon and Mel were on the same wavelength. They hadn’t caught you red-handed, but their spidey senses were borderline clairvoyant. They never probed, never asked. Just watched it unfold like a plotline they already knew the ending to.

Besides them, the rest of the department remained blissfully unaware—except for the way Robby’s entire demeanor shifted over a year ago. A quiet warmth started to replace his usual stoicism. People credited it to the anonymous private donation made to the ER around the same time.

But the truth was, it had nothing to do with money.

It was you. 

You, of course, were oblivious to whatever other people thought or said—unless it had something to do with your patients. Robby sometimes joked that you were pathologically unbothered, something he made a mental note to ask you about, and he wasn’t wrong. The rumors from the nurses, the looks from the interns, the knowing smirks from Dana or Langdon? All of it flew over your head like air traffic.

Maybe you just didn’t see it. Didn’t see how Robby’s entire world seemed to tilt when you entered a room. How effortlessly the two of you moved in sync like second nature—side by side in trauma bays, tossing instruments, treatment plans, and glances back and forth like muscle memory. Everyone else could see it.

You were always focused on the next decision, the next step, the next person who needed your help. You didn’t think about what you needed until the shift was over—if ever. Your well-being came last, always.

But not to Robby. Never to Robby.

He noticed everything.

The slump in your shoulders. The faint crease in your forehead when a headache was starting to set in. He knew when you were on the verge of running on empty, when your patience was thinning, when you hadn’t eaten since sunrise. He never made a show of it. He just acted.

He didn’t wait for you to ask. He didn’t expect you to remember to need anything.

Because he already knew. He just... knew.

Your coffee, brewed and sweetened exactly how you liked it, would be waiting for you at the nurses’ station first thing in the morning. A second cup at lunch—always packed, always hot, even if you never had time to drink it. He’d drop it off like it was routine, like it was no big deal, because he knew the odds of you being pulled into another case mid-sip were astronomical.

Your favorite sandwich from the cafeteria, left quietly on your desk with a sticky note that said, “Eat this or I’m calling your mother.” You'd sooner pass out from hunger than remember to eat. He knew that. So he took the thinking out of it for you.

And after the longest days—those days where you'd made a thousand decisions, answered a hundred questions, led back-to-back codes—he’d cook dinner at his place. Quietly, without fanfare, and pieced together with the same kind of intention you gave your patients. He’d hand you a glass of water—because that was one other thing that you along with 80% of the population deprived yourself of—and steer you to the couch while he handled the rest. Just so you could turn your brain off.

You never asked, never had to, yet he always knew.

You’d just been snapped back to the present by the sound of an unwelcome familiar voice—again.

"Dr. L/N," he said, sidling up to you again with that same confident grin—clearly not deterred by every failed attempt before. "I’ve got a list of mocktails that might just change your mind. Pretty creative, right? I googled it during lunch. There’s this one with lychee and—"

You blinked at him slowly, like you were buffering.

"Jackson," you said, voice firmer this time, "I don’t even have time to finish a protein bar most days, let alone entertain another pitch for drinks. You’re taking time away from my patients, my patients. I sincerely hope you don’t treat them the same way—ignoring their boundaries and refusing to take no for an answer."

You didn’t say it harshly. Just plainly. Clearly and finite. Like a diagnosis that needed no follow-up.

Across the room, Robby pulled down his glasses as his lip quirked up into a slow, private smirk. Pride bloomed across his face so fast he had to duck his head behind a chart to hide it. He knew better than to coddle you. The mutual discomfort and stifled reactions from the staff were one thing. Watching you handle yourself like that? That was something else entirely.

From across the nurses’ station, the staff collectively cringed like someone had just dropped a post-op surgical tray. Santos and Mateo physically turned away to hide their budding laughter. Javadi buried her face in her sleeve, secondhand embarrassment blooming. Mohan took off at a brisk pace to see a patient. Whitaker closed his eyes and mouthed a silent prayer to the ceiling. Meanwhile, Dana, McKay, and Collins couldn’t look away if they tried, pressing down their grins and wishing they'd brought popcorn. Langdon sipped his coffee like it was a box-office premiere. King, ever diligent, kept her focus on irrigating her patient’s wound—Langdon would fill her in later with full commentary. Before you could continue—

"Dr. L/N," your savior called, tone light but cutting through the air like a scalpel—just loud enough to interrupt whatever nonsense Jackson was about to say next.

You turned and there he was.

Dr. Robby—your chaos compass, your caffeinated partner in crime, loyal boyfriend, favorite soon-to-be roommate, and at the moment, your very composed but unmistakably irritated attending—his expression perfectly calm to the untrained eye, but you could read the tension in every line of his face.

"Got a case," he said flatly. "Now. Come on."

You blinked, confused but relieved. "Okay."

You didn’t miss the way Jackson shrank a little at Robby’s tone, nor the way Langdon grinned over his coffee like he'd just won a bet. You caught up to him by the supply closet, where he all but dragged you inside and shut the door behind you.

"What's up?" you asked, eyebrow raised.

He stared at you, a little too intently, like he wasn’t sure whether to scold you or wrap you in bubble wrap. "Are you seriously asking me that after that guy just tried to chat you up in the middle of the ER like this is Grey’s Anatomy?"

You blinked, tilting your head. "Wait… was that flirting?"

Robby blinked back. "You’re joking."

You were. "I thought he just wanted to split an energy drink or something."

He huffed a quiet laugh, some of the tension bleeding from his shoulders as his hands came up to ruffle his hair. "Jesus."

You poked his chest lightly. "You’re kind of cute when you’re flustered, you know that?"

His ears went red immediately. "I’m not flustered. I’m... professionally annoyed."

You blinked. "You’re jealous?"

"I’m not jealous," he said tightly. "I’m—concerned."

You grinned, stepping close. "Concerned is hot."

"He was twelve."

"He's definitely at least twenty-six."

Robby exhaled through his nose. "I’ve been very chill about this whole 'let’s not tell the hospital we’re dating' thing. But if I see him so much as come within two feet of you again, I’m submitting a formal notice that you are very much taken and a complaint with HR about his behavior. And if that doesn’t work—" he leaned in closer, voice dropping—"I’m dealing with him myself."

You raised an eyebrow, lips twitching into a smirk. "What’s that going to look like—are you gonna slam your clipboard down and tag team him with Abbot? Because honestly, I wouldn’t hate that."

Your voice was teasing, but your cheeks were warm. Watching Robby get territorial from a respectful distance? Unexpectedly hot. And now, you couldn’t help but push his buttons to see how much more riled up he’d get.

He didn’t answer. Just leaned in slowly, deliberately, raising both of his arms to cage you in—palms flat against the wall on either side of your head. The move sent heat straight to your cheeks. You turned bright red, blinking up at him as he leaned closer, so close his breath brushed your lips.

Then he kissed you—hard and fast and possessive, his hands sliding up into your hair, threading through it with the kind of reverence that made your knees go weak. You gasped softly into his mouth, one hand instinctively rising to cup his jaw, your fingers grazing the edge of his beard before curling into the softness of it. He leaned into your touch, like he’d been waiting for it all day.

Your other hand slid up into his hair, tugging gently at the strands at the nape of his neck, and you felt it—the way his pulse thrummed just beneath your fingertips, the way he shivered just slightly at your touch.

His thumbs caressed the line of your jaw, then drifted down to the curve of your neck, holding you like you might slip away if he wasn’t careful.

It was fire and softness, urgency wrapped in warmth. And you never wanted to stop.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless. "Is that allowed in a supply closet?" you smirked. 

"If they didn’t want people kissing in here, they wouldn’t make it this conveniently located."

You smacked his arm, giggling.

"I’m serious," he added, voice softening but maintaining a firm undertone. "I don't share."

You looped your arms around his neck. "Good. I wasn’t offering."

He grinned, still close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "That thing you said back there—about boundaries, about respect." He paused, eyes scanning yours. "That was... incredible. Seriously. You handled it perfectly."

Your brows furrowed for a moment, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice.

"It was... commanding," he added a moment later, voice lower, more playful now. "Alluringly so."

You snorted. "You're ridiculous."

"Yeah," he agreed, pulling you closer to pepper your face with kisses. "Ridiculously in love with a woman who knows exactly how to shut down frat boys without breaking stride, resuscitate half the ER, deliver excellent patient care, and still make rounds on time."

His hand slid down your back, warm and steady. "You’re the whole damn package, you know that? It’s genuinely unfair."

You chuckled, burying your face briefly in his shoulder.

Somewhere down the hall, Dana's voice rang echoed through the PA, summoning you for the consult. Robby groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

"This is not over," he muttered.

You kissed the corner of his mouth, a smirk following soon after where your lips lingered. "Got any dinner plans?"

Robby raised an eyebrow, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Actually, yeah. I’ve got a date—with my incredibly beautiful, breathtaking, beyond intelligent, and painfully witty girlfriend."

You blinked at him, then laughed, delighted. "Wow. Sounds like a catch."

He leaned in and bumped his nose against yours, grinning. "She really is. And I think she’s about to say yes."

You didn’t say anything at first. Just smiled, so full of affection it made your cheeks ache. Then you nodded, brushing your thumb gently along his cheekbone.

"Yeah," you whispered, "she definitely is."

[jesuisnilunnilautre]

my hot take is that frank is actually the one more nervous about sex and kissing instead of mel.

i think to mel physical intimacy is a skill she has whatever level of proficiency in. and she already gives this to him, by letting him touch her at all, so i think new body parts involved, whatever they may be, are just an expansion on something she already does. (especially if we’re running with taylor dearden saying she’s ace, although this is assuming she’s not also aro, and/or not sex-repulsed, and/or favorable to kissing.) (there’s also a level of her being autistic and therefore having a different relationship with physical touch in general that impacts this, but if anything that lends more credence to her viewing touching other people as a skill that she can practice, and also something she really wants, considering all the high fives.) most importantly though, she knows how to deal with her emotions when they’re overwhelming; she knows how to adequately prepare for them, as evidenced in her whole shift with her lava lamp phone app and savage meditation and ocean sounds.

adhd addict in recovery frank on the other hand, who has to relearn how to self regulate pretty much everything, is WAY more likely to be overwhelmed. kissing mel would have the most complex and intense emotions he’s associated with any kind of physical touch outside of hugging his kids in years. like his marriage obviously isn’t going great, if he’s pulled out a surprise dog and salmon dinner and an addiction to benzos all in one day. so it’s been however long he and abby haven’t been good, plus rehab, plus divorce — or at least separation, legal shit takes a varied amount of time depending on states and kids make shit hard — PLUS however long it takes him and mel to actually acknowledge feelings and do something about it. i think he’d freak the fuck out.

and! he spends the whole evening helping with the code triage in the hopes that robbie will tell him he’s doing good! he BEGS him earlier in the day to tell him that they’re friends. his relationships mean a LOT to him, people liking him means so so so much. so if he’s going to be kissing mel, of all people, who likes him freely and unabashedly and with fervor, who finds joy in the simple fact of his presence, he’s going to want to make it good. and thats soooo much internal pressure.

so i think if anyone is going to need to take shit slow and freak the fuck out a little bit about navigating kissing or sex or any other kinds of physical intimacy with each other for the first time, its messy prettyboy langdon and not our comfortable in her skin savage king.

[yoonpjm]

biblically accurate, pls write fics about it

[666thtoolofhell]

santos creates a new group chat, names it ⛔👑💊⛔ and proceeds to send dozens of innocent looking pics she snaps of kingdon together, in various situations, always with the caption: “langdon who is going to be divorced (in...?)” and several ellipsis come to life as everyone types back with a random timeframe.

it starts a trend. the others follow santos’ lead and start doing the same, playing private eye whenever the flow is calm. it's harmless fun. in the beginning, it's just a joke. really, it is. after a while, it's still a joke. mostly. but then... then langdon actually does separate from his wife. and, eventually, does get divorced. and then dana gets added to the group chat - no one comes clean, but santos is suspecting perlah, and she's known to have a nose for this shit. and that's when the bets start for real.

collins isn't in the group chat - she rejects the invite - but gets regular updates from dana. the pic saga continues, but the default caption changes to: “langdon who is going to remarry.” robby is blissfully unaware of the group chat but he's also been the live slug reaction meme personified the whole time, so there's that.

📱 garcia once sends a screen recording of langdon's phone - that she presumably sent herself first - of his home screen/lock screen that pans from his kids and dog to mel at a park;

🧋 shen once catches them at this new coffee shop downtown, mid bickering, as an annoying langdon attempts to get an annoyed mel to try something other than her usual order;

🎥 mckay goes to the movies with her dad and harrison one fine evening just to see them with mel's sister becca buying tickets and popcorn;

🌙 mohan once forwards what looks suspiciously like a surveillance type of photo abbot sent her of the two of them on the hospital rooftop, at night, gazing at the stars, shoulder to shoulder;

🩺 whitaker once sends a series of hurried blurry shots of them smiling stupidly at eachother as they jog around, in and out of patient rooms during a slower shift;

👀 javadi, as usual, forgets to turn on the flash, so no one really understands the intricacies of the ritual, but they're standing supremely and unnecessarily close as they talk while maintaining intense eye contact;

🧥 donnie clocks them whip quick at the ambulance bay this one time when langdon is insisting on giving mel his jacket because it got cold and she left hers inside her locker and there's no time to go get it before the patient arrives, mel!

🍮 jesse gets a good one of them at the cafeteria around lunch time, eating spoonfuls out if the same pudding cup in the background, with ellis front and center hooking a thumb over her shoulder at them with a knowing smirk;

💤 princess finds them in the break room after a rush, sitting on the couch, sharing ear buds, langdon's head on mel's shoulder, and mel staring at him as he slept instead of at her opened lava lamp app;

🚗 perlah once discreetly records scant seconds of them leaving together in langdon's car at the end of a shift from hell, langdon carrying mel's things and opening the door for her to groggily climb in, then turning the phone to get her own deadpan expression on camera;

🖥️ dana doesn't take any pictures because she's too busy being in charge of both the betting poll, the official excel file with all the pertinent names, dates, and amounts, as well as the photo album they're going to print and gift them with at the wedding, whenever the hell that ends up being.

[thebatmqn]

[thepittresident]

‘Just talk to me’

Summary: After having a fling with Dr. Jack Abbott for half of intern year, you’re confused as to where your relationship stands. Heading into 2nd year, your determined to focus on the medicine and away from trouble. It isn’t until a difficult night with a patient that you and Dr. Abbott come together again.

Warning: Mostly just fluff, don’t need to read part 1 to understand, difficult patient scenario, panic attack, kissing.

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6 months later and you’re finally done with your intern year. You were hoping that second year would go better. After all, there’ll be fresh bright eyed interns strolling through those doors soon enough and you and your co-residents wouldn’t be the punching bags anymore.

You knew things were gonna change soon enough but what you really wanted to change the most was your relationship with Dr. Abbott. Yup he’s brought himself from Jack back down to just plain ol Dr. Abbott.

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For most of intern year, you and Dr. Abbott have been sneaking around before and after shifts to have sex. At least twice a week. It’s a miracle you aren’t carrying his child around at the rate you guys have been going.

Now the sex is great, amazing even. Only one problem. You’ve been trying to talk to him for months now to put some type of label on this ‘relationship’ but he consistently dodges the question every single time. And now you’re questioning if the heaven sent weekly orgasms are actually worth it.

(Spoiler. They most definitely are.)

But you wanted more and Dr. Abbott couldn’t give you that. So with 3 months left of intern year, you cut it off. Completely cold turkey. No more secret flirting, sneaking around, no more sex. Just strictly work.

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Here we are first day of second year. Your schedule so far has you working all day shifts. So only need to deal with Dr. Abbott at night handoffs thankfully. When you both had the day/night off, you’d meet up and each others places to hook up. Nothing more than that. You craved more of a connection with him but, conversations were merely small talk almost like he was still holding back from you.

3 months in and everything is going as good as you could have hoped for. Intubations, crics, chest tubes, codes ran solo. You were a rockstar, and everybody knew it.

Just when you thought things were better then ever, here’s comes your next schedule. Nights. Shit here we go again.

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You made sure to switch your sleep schedule a week before going on nights because Dr. Abbott thinks it’s funny to make fun of how tired you look every night in front of everybody. And somehow catches you everytime you’re yawning. Think he gets flashbacks of you with your mouth wide open sucking him off.

First night on. You got up early enough to shower, eat dinner, and make yourself look presentable before getting packed up to head into the hospital. You decided that it would be good to drive in earlier to try and get a head start to make a good first impression on this string of night shifts.

Everything was going well so far. Dr. Abbott kept his mouth shut this time about your appearance. He actually kept his mouth shut completely not saying anything to you for the first 4 hours.

Midnight rolls around and nothing too crazy had come through the doors so far. It was until one of the interns decided to open their mouth that you knew trouble would come soon enough.

“Is it always this quiet here?”

Everyone looked pissed.

“Congratulations you just fucked us for the rest of the shift.” Said one of the other interns.

And almost like the universe was listening, you hear the nurses stations phone start ringing. A crash involving multiple cars was coming in in 5 minutes. No one knew how many. It wouldn’t be until they arrived that you realized it was street racing gone wrong and there was at least a dozen patients being brought in.

Dr. Abbott knew you lived for the rush and chaos that came with these kind of situations so he decided to grab the most critical patient and pull you into the room.

You were too focused on the patient to realize this was the first communication you had with Dr. Abbott that night.

“One more round and then you have to call it.” Said Dr. Abbott looking right at you.

You were with this patient for over an hour now coding them and doing everything possible to get and keep them back. He had some of the worst injuries you’ve ever seen from a car accident. Something you’ll never forget

“They’re almost back, I can tell!” You yelled back across the room at Dr. Abbott.

You continued to have the team keep up the CPR and medications and blood and everything at your disposal. Everyone was looking at you, almost knowing that nothing was making a difference but they had no keep listening to your directions.

“One more round of epi please.” You were begging at this point. The patient in front of you, a young man who was just coming back from from the store with diapers for his newborn baby girl. He was just trying to get back home to his family. You saw and heard the wife’s screams and cries from the room as you begged the team to keep going.

“No, no more anything. You need to call it.” Dr. Abbott looked at you desperately knowing you did everything you could.

“I’m not calling it. I’m not the one killing him by stopping. You can go tell his wife that she’s a widow now.” You ripped off your gloves and left the trauma room.

As you walked away, you could feel the tears begin to fill your eyes. You went into the staff bathroom to splash some water on your face and pull yourself together. You knew that you wanted to be the one to speak with the patients wife as you were the one who talked to her when she first arrived.

As soon as you walked out of the bathroom, Dr. Abbott is leaning against the nurses station counter right across the door.

“Lets go talk.” He looked genuinely concerned for you.

“I need to go talk to the patients wife. I’m the one that couldn’t save him. I need to talk to her please.”

“No you don’t, I will. You’re in no state to be talking to anyone right now. Let alone that woman who just lost the love of her life and father of her newborn baby. That was a rough case and you need to step away for a second.” He said firmly.

“Fuck. You. I’ve had my second. I’m going to talk to her.” And with that you walked away from him.

You went into the waiting room to call the wife. As you turned around to walk her into a private family room you realized that Dr. Abbott followed you.

“I don’t need your help with this.” You whispered as you walked with the wife past him. You brought her to the room and figured there was no way at this point to get Dr. Abbott to leave you alone with her so he came into the room with you. You tried your best to comfort the new widow as she let out cries you will never forget. By the end of the conversation, you were barely holding it together yourself so Dr. Abbott had to step in and speak with her. Soon enough other family members had arrived to be with her so you and Dr. Abbott left them to grieve.

Once the private room door was closed to tried to walk past Dr. Abbott to avoid having to talk to him about what had just happened.

He grabbed your arm as you attempted to rush past him, pulling you around to face him.

“Just talk to me. Please.”

As tears filled both your eyes, you pulled your arm out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me. I didn’t need your help then and I don’t need it now. “

You tried to walk away from him but he continued to follow after you.

“Jack, I swear just leave me the fuck alone, I’m begging you.”

“You know that I can’t do that.”

He followed you as you walked all the way outside to the ambulance bay.

It was quiet outside. You knew you shouldn’t think that it’s quiet with what had just happened but it was. No sirens, no flashing lights. Just you, Dr. Abbott, and the night sky full of glistening stars above.

“I can’t talk to you right now. I can’t even look at you. Please just leave me alone and don’t need your help.”

“You know I’m not going to just leave you out here. I know that was a tough case and I’m here whenever you decided you’re ready to talk about it. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

What Dr. Abbott didn’t know was that this was that you had only called time of death twice before. Both being on elderly patients whose families didn’t want them to suffer anymore. All the patients that you were primary on had always been made stable enough to make it up to the floors or OR without you knowing what happened next. You had heard screams and cried before but nothing like this.

“I keep hearing her.” You said with your voice shaking. “I still hear her screaming for us to save her husband. She’s basically my age and her whole world just fell apart because of me.”

“This isn’t on you.” He tried to get you to look at him but you were looking up into the sky trying to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks.

“I just watched you work your ass off for over an hour trying to save that man. You did exactly what I would have done. This is not on you, you hear me.”

Dr. Abbots words fell of deaf ears.

“I couldn’t save him. This is all my fault.”

You started to pace back and forth trying to catch your breath. You put your hands above you head attempting to get some air into you lungs but it wasn’t working. Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest. Your vision was getting blurry and your ears ringing.

He grabbed both your arms from the top of your head.

“Look at me. Tell me five things you can see.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You managed say between struggling for breaths.

“Tell me five things you can see right now please.”

“An ambulance. A police car. The trees. A bench.”

“Good, last one.”

You were still breathing heavy at this point.

“You.” You finally made eye contact with him for the first time since walked out of the private family room.

He smiled softly at you. “What are four things you can feel?”

“The wind on my face, the tears in my eyes, my feet on the ground.”

You paused for a couple of seconds.

“Your hands in mine.” You hadn’t even realized at this point the he was still holding tight onto both of your hands.

Without acknowledging the last thing you had said and without letting go he said, “Three things you can hear, and don’t say me.”

“The cars passing by. The paramedics talking. The wind blowing in the trees.”

“Almost done, two things you can smell.”

“The freshly laid mulch. That EMTs strong colon.”

He chuckled slightly. “One thing you can taste.”

“The gum in my mouth.”

You hadn’t even realized how your breathing had slowed down. Or how your heart rate was almost completely back to normal.

With your hands still together, he looked into your eyes and smiled.

“Better?”

A tear rolled down you face as you felt yourself holding back tears.

“Come here.” He pulled you in and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

You felt yourself completely break down as your head rested into his shoulder.

He had one hand wrapped around your back and his other hand on the back of your head slowly caressing your hair.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” He kept repeating over and over.

After a minute or two, you pulled yourself out from his arms. He looked at you with his half smile.

“Thank you.” You said to him as you wiped the tears off your face.

“I’m always gonna be here for you. Even when you don’t want me to be.”

This was the first raw moment you had with him. You felt safe and comfortable in his arms in a way you hadn’t felt with anyone before.

“Do you want to get back to work or do you wanna go home for the night? It’s okay if you need to go home, nobody’s going to blame you.” He asked.

You decided that it’d be best to stay and finish your shift. At this point it was around 3 in the morning and day shift start showing up around 6:30 anyway. You knew if you went home you would just start crying again without him there to calm you down.

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The next 3 and a half hours, Dr. Abbott made sure you got all the easy cases. Which just made the night feel like it was dragging on but you knew it was for the better.

Once the morning crew started to stroll in, you say the light at the end of the tunnel and knew we’re going to be okay, at least until you had to come back later that night but you knew Dr. Abbott would be with you again if you needed him.

After handoff, which took forever, you went to pack your things up a few minutes after 8. You grabbed your bag and walked out of the employee locker room just to see Dr. Abbott across at the nurses station talking to Dr. Robby. You immediately saw them both turn to look at you. You figured he probably told Robby what happened that night and wanted to avoid talking about it again so you tried to speed walk out. But you weren’t fast enough and Robby started walking towards you calling your name.

“Dr. Abbott here tells me you had one hell of a night.” Said Robby.

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” You look over at him wondering if he told Robby everything.

“Good job kid, I’m proud of you. You’re gonna make us all look bad when you’re an attending.”

You smiled for probably the first time since you clocked in for your shift. “Thank you Robby, it really means a lot to me.”

“Go get some rest, we’ll hold down the fort. See you tonight.”

With that he walked away and it was just you and Dr. Abbott again.

You tuned and started heading for the doors and walked right alongside you.

As soon as you stepped foot outside the hospital he said, “Wanna go grab a drink?”

“It’s 8AM.”

“Yeah, I know. Which makes it the perfect time for a drink. I’m sure you could use one.”

“I don’t know. We need to be back here in less then 12 hours and I need my sleep.”

“Please. Just one drink.” He turned his head slightly sideways basically giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. But just one drink and that’s it.”

“Come on let’s go, just follow behind me. I’ll lead the way.”

You didn’t even want to agree with him so you just followed him out into the parking lot.

As you drove behind him, you kept the radio off and the windows open. The breeze flowing through the car kept you awake and calm. Within a few minutes you soon realized that you guys were going to the same bar were all the resident bar crawls are held.

The bar were you finally realized he had been hitting on your for half of intern year.

You followed him inside. He led you to a high top table in the corner and had you sit while he went up to the bar to order drinks.

There was only 3 other people in the bar. Guess some other people also do need a drink at 8AM.

He comes back with a glass of whiskey for himself and an espresso martini for you. At your very first bar crawl, the night of your first kiss, you had mentioned the were your favorite to make at home after a bad shift.

“You remembered?”

“How could I forget?” He smiled at you.

You both just sat in silence for a little while sipping you drinks and occasionally making eye contact.

“Look I’m really sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Or stormed off when you were talking to me. That case just hit me a lot harder then I thought it would. It won’t happen again. I promise you.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me. Your emotions are what make you human. They’re what make you an amazing doctor. Some patients we won’t ever forget and that’s okay but I want you to be able to talk to someone when it hits you that hard. It doesn’t have to be me but you can’t hold that in all the time.”

You nodded at him. “How do you process all of this after all these years?”

“I don’t. Why do you think he started pouring the scotch as soon as we walked in? He laughed lightly.

You both continued taking about tough patient cases you’ve dealt with and how you’ve handle them. Some you hadn’t even realize you never fully processed.

It wasn’t until you finally looked up at the clock that you realized it was already after 10AM. You had spent close to 2 hours in probably one of, if not the most beneficial conversations you’ve ever had about dealing with the things you both see on a daily basis.

Even though you were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be laying in bed asleep at this moment, you didn’t want to miss out on anything he had to say.

The conversation continued for awhile before finally slowing down. Looking down at your watch you saw that it was now after 12. You and Dr. Abbott had managed to sit there and just talk for over 4 hours. About work, what it took to get there and everything else in between. It flowed topic to topic. You felt like you could talk to him forever.

After a moment of silence just looking at each other he said, “Maybe we should head out of here. You need your beauty sleep if we’re gonna save some lives with me tonight.”

You smiled at him. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” Although you didn’t think it was a good idea at all and much rather have sat there with him all day until you had to go back into the hospital that night.

You walked out first, basically dragging your feet not wanting to end the time you were having together. You were parked next to each other. He walked you to your door. It was just the two of you standing between your cars.

“Thank you for everything Dr. Abbott. I appreciate you more than you could know.”

“When we’re outside the four walls of that hospital, call me Jack. Please.”

“Well thank you”, you paused briefly, “Jack.”

He just stood there towering over you, look down with his puppy dog eyes again. You couldn’t even turn to get into your car with how close he was standing next to you. At this point, you had no idea what was going through this brilliant mind.

You were basically nothing more then colleagues with benefits a few months prior. Yet here you are now. He talked you off the ledge hours before, held you close as you cried your eyes out, then took you for drinks while you talked for hours uninterrupted.

You decided that this was the perfect time to get some answers.

“Jack, what are we?”

His eyes softened. “You know you’re more than just my resident.”

There was a pause.

“I don’t want to make this hard for you. Residency is hard enough without being with your attending. I don’t want you to have to deal with everyone treating you differently because of me. You deserve better than me. You deserve to be happy and I don’t think that’s with me.”

This was the most honest his been with you since that first kiss.

“Jack I don’t care what the rest of them are saying. First of all Langdon and Mel already know about us.” His eyes widened.

“And I’m sure others have seen the eyes you make from across that ER at me too. I have felt more at peace with you in the past couple of hours then I have every felt with anyone before in my life. I want to make this work between us. But that can only happen if we’re honest with each other.”

He shook his head at you.

“I knew from the first conversation we had that there was something more between us. I’m sorry for dragging you along all this time. I really need to be with you, even if that means having to tell Robby about us”, he laughed. “I can feel myself falling for you and if you’re sure that you want this, I’m all in. We can make this work, I promise.”

Who knew that a breakdown would bring you two together. After over a year of knowing each other you were finally going to be in a relationship.

He put his hand up to your check, brushing the hair away for you face. He slowly leaned in a kissed you gently on the lips. Even after all the previous kisses, this felt different. You had both finally been vulnerable with each other and it had paid off.

After awhile of standing in the bar parking lot, kisssing between car. You both pulled away from each other.

“Just I should let you go home and get some sleep now huh?”

“Dont worry we don’t work tomorrow night so I won’t be needing my sleep then.” You winked at him.

He bit his lip looking down at you.

“But only if you tell Robby about us tonight.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“So I tell Robby that you’re my girlfriend tonight, you do that thing that drives me wild tomorrow morning?”

“Girlfriend? I didn’t hear you ask me that yet.” You chuckled.

“Will you officially be my girlfriend?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal then Dr. Abbott.”

And with that you both shared another kiss before he opened your car door for you.

With you both sitting in your cars, you rolled down the window.

“Don’t forget, your part of the deal comes first Jack.”

He laughed and winked at you.

Now let’s just see how truthful Dr. Abbott is really being about coming out with your new relationship.

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Wooo this is technically a Part 2 to The Pitt Intern! There will definitely be a part 3, ill probably just keep going with it until I run out of ideas lol.

I’m new to writing these stories so let me know what you guys think! Hope you enjoy!! :)

[lucky13cat]

Mel gets a boyfriend in the time jump between Season 1 and 2, and she just doesn't mention it to Langdon. He's going through a lot what with the rehab and separating from his wife, and she reasons, because she's very sweet and occasionally too logical, that talking about romantic relationships could be stressful for him. He's been struggling a lot what with Robby being on his case 24/7 plus all of the mandatory drug screenings he's been doing then the divorce is taking forever. So she just locks that down. Doesn't talk about him at all to Langdon or around the ER. Because she doesn't want to upset Langdon.

Right.

Then Fourth of July rolls around, and of course her and Langdon are working the night shift with the rest of the crew. It's hectic. Mel is running around constantly busy, but she still manages to share a patient or two with Langdon. They even do a STEMI together ❤️ all while Totally Not Flirting with each other because Langdon is going through a divorce and Mel is in a relationship (though really only she knows that).

Boyfriend comes into the ER with some burn he got helping neighborhood kids set up a fireworks display. Langdon grabs the case obviously oblivious to who Boyfriend really is. While Langdon is busy with Boyfriend's burn, Mel comes in to update Langdon on some test results from one of their shared patients.

Cue Reveal of the Century.

Boyfriend calls out her name happily, and Mel starts to worry over him, running over asking all sorts of questions. Langdon's sitting there wondering what the hell is happening. A crowd of busybodies starts forming who are Totally Not eavesdropping.

Langdon interrupts, very "sorry excuse me, who are you? To her? How do you know each other?" to which Boyfriend replies "Oh I'm Melissa's boyfriend! You're Frank? She's told me so much about you!" that has everyone all a flutter cause holy shit Langdon hasn't been subtle that he likes Mel and Mel hasn't been subtle either (or so everyone thought)! Langdon just bluescreens. (And OF COURSE Boyfriend calls her Melissa!)

Dana, in the background, turns to Perlah and Princess, ordering them to go bar the door to the roof.

Their shift goes on. Langdon is forced to keep checking on Boyfriend because Medical Reasons, and Mel asks him a few questions about Boyfriend's treatment. He's off step now entirely, totally out of sync, completely unsure why as well. (He knows why, he's just not letting himself admit it.)

Then a severe case comes in that requires quite a few hands on deck. Lots of nurses as well as Langdon, Mel, and Santos with Robby and Collins checking in.

Santos, of course, being Santos cracks some joke basically asking if Boyfriend's good in bed because she'd heard all about Mel' surprise partner showing up. Mel being Mel answers her without giving too many NSFW details that basically clue everyone in on the fact that Mel has been getting some on the reg. Robby and Collins share a Look. Langdon is there the entire time silently going through every stage of grief and then some before landing on Jealousy that Totally Isn't Jealousy. He then takes a break, smokes a cigarette trying not to have a total breakdown when Robby comes by and screws up a how are you doing convo.

Dana asks for someone to be stationed at the roof access door.

More things happen, Boyfriend witnesses Mel and Langdon being Mel and Langdon. Gets lowkey jealous and asks if there's anything between the two. Doesn't really believe her when she says no.

Eventually (and before the inevitable accident that shuts down the Pitt) Langdon breaks. He and Mel are alone talking about something, anything. It gets passionate and both are smiling and much too close. And they kiss. Very 'neither knows who actually initiated it' but both immediately feel guilty. Both of them try to apologize, words overlapping. Then the moment breaks because there's been some major accident that's sending a truckload of victims in need of help to the Pitt.

Do they have a lot of quick glances at each other during the chaos? Yes. Does Langdon force an irate and aggressive patient away from her? Also yes. Do they work seamlessly together? Obviously.

At the end of the shift, both search for the other because they know they need to discuss the kiss. They find each other, both sweaty and a little bloody. Somehow, they end up almost kissing again only for Boyfriend to interrupt them.

[reiverreturns]

ok but why did dr langdon literally introduce dr king to the guy with gravel in his leg like this

what was the reason

[novaschips]

Trinity texting Mel about Langdon on Mel's day off:

[fandomfucker]

Dr. Mel King x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Firefighter!Reader runs into girlfriend Dr. King after they get hurt on the job.

⚠️TW⚠️: Talk of suicide, guns, gunshot wounds, lots of blood

A/N: There are for sure medical inaccuracies in here, apologies in advance. Doesn't follow the actual plot of the show so no spoilers, also heavily inspired by 9-1-1 🙂‍↕️

Word Count: 1,788

Noise clung to you like static. The only thing you could really make out was the thunderous sound of your heart beating in your ears. The last thing you remembered for certain was an ear-splitting boom, before nothing.

It was called in as just a kid on a ledge. Something you were the best on the team at. What no one had noticed, was that this kid wasn't just suicidal.

He had wanted to take others out with him.

None of the several 911 callers had seen the gun, what with him standing at the top of a billboard why would they have? He wanted to lure someone up there with him.

And that someone just so happened to be you.

You stood at the edge of the aerial ladder as your partner slowly rose you up enough to step onto the billboard where you called out to him. You never saw it until it was too late. And by then, the officer that had been canvassing from below took a shot as well.

The two of you hit the rungs at the same time, your name being screamed over your crackling radio the last thing you could make out over the buzzing in your ear.

Your eyes shifted, taking in your bloodied surroundings as a means of control as your nervous system began to override everything else. You were just in your team’s ambulance, but you had never seen it from this perspective before, and where you formerly felt confident you now just felt foreign.

Adrenaline coursed through you, leaving you shaking and breathless even as you just laid on the gurney.

Callie, your favorite paramedic at your station, stroked your hair with one hand as she kept pressure on your wound with the other.

"Hey, we're almost there, 'k? We're getting you to the best doctors possible. We're two minutes out alright, just hold on."

As your panic began to increase as whatever initial shock you had started to wear off, you were more and more aware of the bullet wound in your shoulder. The agonizing burn of it, to be more specific.

You could feel the hot sticky liquid flowing down your arm and your back, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that it coated the floor as well. You could smell the metallic properties of it, unsure if part of it was fused with the burnt metal of the bullet.

"Where's the kid?" You managed to ask her, your voice dry and cracking.

"He's in the other ambulance, GSW to the head. Don't worry about him though, just worry about you."

You closed your eyes, overcome by a sudden bout of nausea as the ambulance came to an abrupt halt, the wheels of the gurney shaking you.

They rolled you through the doors of the E.R., the bright lights making you close your eyes tightly as a reverberating pounding began from the back of your head. Callie shushed you gently as a small groan left your lips.

Fingers pulled your right eyelid back right as a bright light was shone directly into your eyeball. You knew what they were doing, but in your dazed state, all you wanted was to keep every light possible out of your line of sight.

The hand holding your eyelid dropped it but immediately picked up the other eyelid and shone the light in that eye while another set of hands held your head still.

Words you couldn't quite comprehend were thrown at and around you as your head was released and you felt the movement of the gurney you laid on. You heard "Dr. Langdon" and managed to open your eyes on your own to a squint. You recognized that name from what your girlfriend had told you about a few of her colleagues. Namely, Dr. Langdon, with whom she’d been working very closely.

You didn’t recognize his face but with the way he seemingly commanded the room you could tell who he was. He helped Callie and the other paramedic, Danni, move you from the gurney to a bed, making you bite back a groan of pain as more blood seeped through the tattered remains of your shirt.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m Dr. King-“ The woman entering your little cubicle stopped dead in her tracks when she saw you. You probably looked a mess, with what you were sure was blood spattered on your face and your hair stuck to your sweat-soaked skin, not to mention the sheer amount of blood just all over everything.

“Y/N?” She spoke softly in horrified shock. You managed a small grin as Dr. Langdon got to work removing the rest of your shirt, removing every obstacle between him and your wound. He spared a glance towards Dr. King but never actually stopped for a second. “Hey, Mel.”

Her eyes were wide, glued to the amount of blood still coming from your shoulder that Langdon now gripped, prepared to move you to see the full extent but waiting for Mel.

He glanced at you before looking back at Mel. “Dr. King? Is there a problem here?”

You gave her a small nod of encouragement; you trusted her to heal you so long as she was okay with it. She twiddled with her pen against her clipboard as she searched for a proper response.

“Dr. King?”

It’s like she was shocked back to the present, she ran to your injured side and began doing a check of everything as she began to ramble. “Do you have any dizziness or nausea? A headache?” She braced your upper body as the two of them raised your injured shoulder. You hissed in pain, gritting your teeth.

“Through and through,” Langdon stated, grabbing some gauze to put in each side of the wound before wrapping it up.

You took in a deep breath, trying to remember the questions Mel had asked you. “No dizziness, but yes nausea and double yes, headache,” you groaned.

Mel walked around to your other side as Langdon began to cover up the bullet holes. She brushed some of the sweaty hair off your forehead and you closed your eyes, leaning into her touch.

“Are you on any medications that we should be aware of? Have any allergies?” Langdon asked, glancing at you before doing a double-take at Mel’s fingers in your hair.

Before you could even get a chance to answer, she was answering for you. “No allergies, but they’re on escitalopram.”

Langdon raised an eyebrow at where your fingers now clutched tightly onto the hem of Mel’s scrubs. “And, you would know that how?”

Mel looked sort of affronted at him as if he should’ve known already despite having never met before. “They’re my partner. I would hope that I know their medical history.”

Langdon let out a small laugh, finishing up the wrapping. “Well, in that case, you can help fill out all their paperwork. I’ll let the OR know we’re ready when they are.” He turned to you just before he left the room, “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

She pulled up the small stool on wheels next to your bedside and took up residence as she filled out your paperwork. Only leaving your side once to get you some pain medication. She kept you entertained while also making sure you stayed awake until they put you under for your surgery.

You tried to explain to her what happened, through your hazy memory and brain currently turned to mush. It wasn’t your first concussion and certainly wouldn’t be your last with your line of work which made Mel all the more nervous.

When the OR was finally ready for you, Mel made sure to be the one to bring up upstairs. She hesitated at the end of your bed before she had to leave, visibly anxious. “Come here.” She smiled softly, holding out your good hand for her to hold. “I’m gonna be okay, I promise. I’ll be in recovery waiting for you before you know it.” She smiled slightly, knowing you were in the best possible hands. “I love you, Mel, this isn’t going to keep me away from you.”

She ducked her head, a small blush coating her cheeks. She squeezed your hand, a small smile gracing her lips. “I love you too. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You grinned, as much as you still could to recite something the two of you had originally bonded over when you first started dating. “Always?”

“Always,” She laughed, sounding like pure heaven.

**********

“How long 'til I can go back to work, Doc?” You had woken up from surgery a little over an hour ago. Mel had been able to get the rest of her shift off to stay with you until you could go home the next day.

Mel frowned at you slightly, “At least a month or two, and possibly a little bit of physical therapy depending on if any tendons were torn. But I want you to get as much rest as possible. You don’t always have to rush back to work. You’re allowed to rest.”

You sighed softly, this was a conversation the two of you had had a few times before. Maybe now that something serious happened, you would be more open to slowing down. If not for you then for her.

"I was.. I was really worried about you." She kept her gaze on the ground as she let out a large breath that, by the sound of it, she'd been holding in for quite some time.

You reached out your hand, knowing that while she did enjoy your touch, she typically preferred it to be on her terms. She softly grabbed your hand, pulling herself closer to you as she gripped it harder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. And, I would’ve been more careful had we known the kid had a gun.” There was a lump in your throat as you swallowed, suddenly being the one to avoid eye contact.

“But you didn’t know, and there was no way to know.” She absently drew different shapes on the back of your hand as she cradled it in her lap. “But, it’s okay because I’m a doctor, and that’s what I’m here for. You can be my patient.” She smiled at you, in that cute way she does that reminds you of pure sunshine.

You squeezed her hand, your head lolling to the side as some of the residual drowsiness snuck up on you.

“I love you,” and a kiss on your forehead was the last thing you remembered before you were totally asleep. Comforted in the knowledge that your girlfriend would still be there when you woke up, and every second afterward.

[hawktims]

Mel, you're a sensitive person. This is a tough place for a sensitive person. But we need them. Badly.

[miracle-and-wonder]

A reason I think I've latched onto Kingdon and the idea of Mel and Langdon together so fast and hard is because they managed to take an already excellent trope of grumpy/sunshine and turn it into something better: brick wall vs open book.

Langdon is honest about nothing in his life. His whole persona is a way to shield himself from everyone around him by being a cynical, sardonic asshole. He doesn't want to have anyone see that he's sensitive, that the ER broke him and he's hiding something. He's also good at it. So good that no one around him realizes that something's off and it takes a day one intern to realize that something's fishy about him.

Enter Mel. Mel who can't tell when someone's joking. Who can't hide it when she's excited or sad or frustrated. She wears her heart on her sleeve and every emotion on her face, and suddenly Langdon can't wear his mask around her.

It's so telling to me that the person in the ER that Langdon is the most earnest with, the most kind to is Mel. He tries to joke with her, sure, but he goes out of his way to be sincere with her whenever he has the chance. When he actually confessed that he learned something from her with Terrance, I was blown away because I guarantee he's never admitted that out loud to any other resident or attending physician in his career.

But he has to admit it to Mel because that's the only way she's going to know. Mel is forcing him to lower his defenses, to be kind and complimentary, and I am eating up every second of it.

[delinquentkru]

i saw someone on twitter once who was very suspicious of langdon, not because of the whole medication thing, but because they were genuinely concerned that he and garcia had a bet going on to see who could hook up with one of the new doctors first

[coolkidsstayyoung99]

ON GOD who’s going to write a langdon x mel fic??i need it ASAP

[thebatmqn]

right. right.

[dreamingstilluniverse]

So I made a kingdon moodboard... ^.^

My other kingdon moodboards are here: 1, 2, 3, 4