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He wanted... he wanted so much.
Did Will want the same? Was he also plagued with sleeplessness over an aching longing for something he couldn’t put words to?
Was Mike alone in this push and pull? Destined to ache and want forever with no hope of release?
“Mike?”
Mike was brought back to earth with a slam.
He blinked out of his daze, “Yeah?”
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In the hours after Will takes out three demos, Mike and Will share a soft moment alone.
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“Yes,” she tells him. “I’m- I’m fine. I’m good. Great, even.” Then, though she knows it’s overkill and probably lame of her to say, “All good over here, Doc.”
“Doc?” His puzzled look changes into that of amusement. Laughing, he asks, “Are you channeling Bugs Bunny or something?”
Or, 3 times Mel embarrasses herself + 1 time Frank does it for her
Bookmarked by maple_evermore
06 Mar 2026
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if you feel like falling (catch me on the way down) by heedoyurims
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
11 Apr 2025
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There was a lull in the conversation after that.
Frank didn’t mind it, not at all actually, mostly because it was never truly silent with Mel. She was humming softly under her breath as they switched pink for yellows and yellows for pink. He wasn’t sure if she was humming a string of nonsensical sounds or if she was humming one of her favorite songs at that moment—either way, Frank could listen to it forever and ever, Mel and her lovely little sounds.
It drove him crazy in the best of ways.
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06 Mar 2026
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She clearly knows she got him good because she laughs right along with him, dropping her head against his shoulder as the two of them laugh over everything and nothing at all, only to sit back up straight a few moments later.
It was a testimony to just how sleep-deprived they really were that they found this hysterical.
He misses the weight of her cheek on his shoulder and her hair tickling the underside of his chin like a painful ache, so maybe that’s why he doesn't think, he just does. One minute they are doing this weirdly delirious snort-laughing thing and the next Frank is threading a hand in Mel’s hair to pull her in.
He doesn’t kiss her—he doesn’t press his mouth against her own until he coaxes his own special sounds that are meant just for him.
No, he presses their foreheads together, ignoring the way her glasses are awkwardly digging into the bridge of his nose.
They couldn’t get any closer than this, but it’s not close enough for Frank. He’s greedy. Everyone knows that. And Mel knows that too. She knows he’s not a good, honorable man, but she’s not pulling away. Her laughter fades away and suddenly she’s leaning in, affectionately rubbing her nose against his own.
This is weird.
It’s weird and inappropriate in a million different ways. But he can’t bring himself to pull away, not when Mel shuffles close and grabs ahold of Frank’s black scrub top, nor when he can feel the shiver that passes through her body when he sucks in a deep breath.
“You…” Frank starts, voice raw and husky and so, so wrecked. “Jesus Christ. Mel. That was a terrible joke.”
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mel doesnt like the holidays. yet somehow she finds herself crowded inside dana’s house on thanksgiving after working a shift. at least frank was there. she wouldn’t have gone without him, after all.
or: mel’s never had a friend before. let alone one she’s in love with.
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05 Mar 2026
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“We can go inside,” he offers above her. He smells like smoke and pumpkin pie and the irish spring soap they keep in their hospital showers. “And leave. Maybe steal Dana’s pie.”
“Mm, in a minute.”
She presses her face into his shoulder, breathing him in a little deeper and warming her nose in the process. It feels nice to be held like this and while she’s aware anyone could walk outside and see them, she doesn’t really care. She wants him to keep touching her.
She’s tucked under the crook of his arm and as she peers up, she’s aware of how close they are. He’s staring at her already, his eyes intense and still so light even under the night sky. She can see the condensation from their shared breath and she wants to say something, anything, but he beats her to it.
“You look really beautiful tonight,” he tells her. “I mean, you look beautiful all the time. But the green,” he says, tugging lightly on the front of her sweater, “It um, really brings out your eyes.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry, I just… I wanted you to know that.”
“Thanks,” she manages around the cotton crowding her throat, “I think you look beautiful all the time too.”
Frank blinks at her once, lips parting and her eyes flick down helplessly to watch his tongue poke out to wet them.
“Mel…”
She’s not sure who moves first, all she knows is one second she’s admiring the dimple in his chin and the next she’s got her mouth on his.
It’s tentative and barely a kiss at all, like they’re both too afraid to spook the other, but she curls her hand into the front of his shirt and gasps, lips parting and tentatively tracing her tongue along his. The floodgates open and his hesitation quickly becomes desperation, a groan from deep in his chest that nearly makes her fall over and a hand on her face, his thumb on her jaw to coax it open further. She moves with him gladly and tastes the smoke from his cigarette and the pie they had been sharing earlier on his tongue. Despite the chill, her body is aflame and she stands on the tips of her toes under the crunch of fresh fallen snow, kissing him just as deeply as he kisses her.
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The moment the pieces fit together Cassie has to scoff at her own stupidity.
The picture keeps shining back at her from his phone, no matter how long she stares at it. One sigh. Two heartbeats. Three taps of her foot. His screen doesn’t turn off. Four shakes of her head. Five blinks. Six seconds.
The fool must have disabled automatic the screen dim feature just so he could longingly and dreamily and stupidly stare at a photo of Mel, despite the fact that Cassie is pretty sure every time Langdon closes his eyes he can see Mel perfectly in his mind.
Cassie lets her emotions battle it out for a second inside her. In the end, both disgust and fondness tie for first place.
It’s nice to see Langdon like this, of course. Pathetically pining, sure, but also awkwardly excited. Carefully optimistic for all that he is worried and tentative, too.
(or, five times someone sees a picture of mel on frank's phone + one time someone sees a picture of frank on mel's phone)
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05 Mar 2026
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“Mel,” he says.
He swears there’s more words inside of him, a lot more of them. There’s so much he wants to tell her, things he’s wanted to say for what feel like centuries now.
And yet, when he opens his mouth again all he seems able to say is, “Mel. Mel.”
In kind, Mel speaks again, saying, “Frank…”
He can read the apology in her eyes before she even verbalizes it. He doesn’t want it, though. He doesn’t want her doubts, or her regret, or her nerves, either. He wants her.
So before he can second guess himself, he leans forward and captures her lips with his.
As their mouths touch, he keeps his eyes open. He wants to memorize this moment, saving it in the back of his mind for rainy days, for the times when he needs a reminder of all that he has gained, all the he never wants to lose. Every time he blinks, he snaps a new shot: the tip of her nose getting redder, the slight shadow of her eyelashes over her cheekbones, the wetness on her Cupid’s bow.
When they separate, he takes one last mental picture, perhaps his favorite of them all: her full face, relaxed, her shiny lips parted, her cheeks painted a lovely shade of red, the kitchen light behind her creating a faint halo around her head.
Her eyes open languidly and their gazes catch for just a second before she darts forward, kissing him again.
This time, he lets go fully, giving himself completely over to the experience, to her.
His eyes close.
He didn’t even realize he had let go go her phone at some point but he’s glad he has use of both of his hands so he can touch her as reverently as she deserves. His fingertips trace the contours of her face, mapping the spots where the softness gives way to roughness where she has a blemish.
He can faintly taste blood as he tugs her bottom lip with his teeth, and he laps at it eagerly, hoping he is both stinging and soothing her. The combined sound of their breaths is loud in the stillness of the apartment.
If he listens closely enough, he can catch the way she is holding back whimpers when his tongues twists just right.
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5 times mel and langdon work the night shift + 1 time they don’t
Bookmarked by maple_evermore
05 Mar 2026
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Each chapter holds up on their own, doesn't read as incomplete
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Their hands are still touching and he takes the opportunity to flip his over, pressing their palms together, and she draws in a shuddering breath. It’s embarrassing, the reactions he’s able to draw out from her by the slightest of touches and yet she can’t help it. She feels like she’s about to combust.
“We are friends,” she says, doing her best to keep her voice even and steady. “You’re probably my best friend.”
He just hums in response, his thumb tracing over the delicate bones of her wrist. She takes another shuddering breath and finds herself running through the names of all the bones of the wrist to distract herself from the heat threatening to consume her. Scaphoid, Lunate, Triquetrum, Pisiform…
Langdon for his part seems cool and collected, a stark contrast to her undoubtedly fire engine red cheeks and clammy palms.
“I don’t think friends want to do the kinds of things I want to do to you,” he says measuredly and god, Mel thanks every deity she could think of that she’s already sitting because her knees almost buckle at his words.
“What kind of things?” she manages to squeak out and he laughs, a dry self deprecating chuckle, before releasing her wrist.
“Things that I definitely shouldn’t be,” he says. He rubs his hand across his face and sighs. “God, Mel. You’re just so-- fuck.”
He has the frenzied look in his eye, the same one he had all those weeks ago when he found her on the floor of the trauma bay after she was attacked. The kind of look that threatened to burn everything in its path just to get to her. Her stomach flips as she studies him, the want that she’s been feeling since that moment blatantly echoed on his face.