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If Trinity had a magic lamp, and a genie, and three wishes, she’d ask for these things, in the following order:
1) Langdon to stop having all of his personal crises on the ED floor, mid-shift, in full view of the department
2) One—just one—of her other useless coworkers to see through his bullshit so she didn’t have to do literally everything herself
3) A team of a hundred interns to finish all of her charting, since she was about to have zero free time, seeing as she was the only person willing to address the fact that Langdon was now (evidently) sleeping at the goddamn hospital.
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Bookmarked by bellsblake
05 Sep 2026
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Last week Frank offered to help Mel pick up a table she'd found on Facebook marketplace but couldn't lift by herself, which was fine and reasonable, only when he picked her up she was wearing a tank top that showed her collarbones, and Frank's reaction to the sight of it was not even the slightest bit reasonable or fine. Worse, he's been catching himself thinking about it on and off ever since — the delicate line of bone, the pink flush that crawled down her chest. The way she'd said his name when she caught him staring, completely oblivious to what had him so distracted, both hugely frustrating and a huge relief.
"I don't wanna kill the vibe," Frank says, which is definitely not the same thing as no. It is, in fact, conspicuously close to a yes. "I know how important it is for you, getting time with your sister."
Bookmarked by bellsblake
31 Jul 2026
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“You should cry. You’ll feel better.”
Frank Langdon knows he'll feel better if he cries, but he can't. Mel King has a heartbreaking trick for that.
(Written for Kingdon Week 2026)
Bookmarked by bellsblake
12 Jul 2026
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Frank looks up just in time to see a shadowy figure sprinting across the lawn towards him. He blinks at it, too startled to do anything other than watch, mouth agape, as the figure slams into his passenger door. For half a second after the door swings open, he thinks he might be in a slasher movie and is about to be hacked to pieces, when he realizes it’s just Mel, soaked to the bone, chest heaving.
“She got out,” she says wildly. Her hair is clinging to her face and she looks half-crazed, eyes wider than he’s ever seen them. “The $5000 purebred Bengal has escaped.”Bookmarked by bellsblake
12 Jul 2026
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“We’ve received a report of a mass casualty incident by Penn Station,” Abbot said frankly, one hand hanging off his bulky vest. “The city’s asked that we send a team to the scene to respond.”
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Or: a train accident episode.Series
- Part 2 of melangdon fic
Bookmarked by bellsblake
12 Jul 2026