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[billspaid]

The Things We Do Are Hard

Chapter 5

Frank Langdon/Mel King | Explicit | 135k | 5/5

For however many sharp edges Frank is made of, for every harsh line he cuts people with, Mel is as soft, as gentle. Every other person that’s gotten close to him has suffered the punitive marks of his brashness, of his addiction, of his selfishness. But not Mel. She moulds to his pointed corners, not changing his shape, merely blunting his edges. She slows him down, makes him take a breather, lets him feel everything in its fullest capacity.

Fifth and final chapter is up. Thank you to everyone for your kind words and support. I hope you enjoy <3

[francislangdon]

langdon and mel are literally facetiming 24/7 when they’re not together. he’s talking to her while he’s cooking dinner for his family. he’s got her on the phone while he does his laundry and talks about his day. even if he’s reading or listening to a podcast he’s still on call with mel so he can hear her breathe. falls asleep on the phone with her so he can wake up and see her whenever he wants.

[langdonandmel]

overwhelm | @kingdonmicrofic | 25th july (488/488)

nsfw! rating: Explicit

Frank was surprised that she was the one who asked to be overstimulated. She had read about in Cosmopolitan, apparently, while waiting for the pedicure appointment he had sent her on for her birthday.

Overstimulation–being overwhelmed with orgasms.

Eventually, it clicked for Frank. Obviously, being overstimulated wasn't something Mel really enjoyed nor sought out, but it was always something she didn't really avoid.

Her career was in one of the busiest trauma centres in the whole state of Pennsylvania. She chose him as her partner, despite the ex-wife and the kids and the drug addiction. She chose to donate blood, for the greater good, even though she honestly did find needles a horrible overstimulating experience. So maybe, sometimes, a part of did seek out the thrill of being pushed over the line a little.

"I want you to overwhelm me." That's what she had instructed. Frank was a people pleaser at his core. He wanted to do what he was told–anything to get a head pat and be told he was a good boy.

That's what she had just called him when his head was still between her thighs and her hands where in his hair. She had already come once, and Frank felt how swollen and sensitive her clit still was as he ran his tongue over it in consecutive licks.

He had to remind himself–this is what she asked for–as she squirmed her legs up and scrunched her nose. But he knows her, and he knows she'll hate him if he stops now.

So he sucked her clit into his mouth in the precise way he know she likes and sunk two fingers back inside her. She moaned in a way that she rarely does, in a way that if Abby did, he would've accused her of faking it, but he knows with Mel—there is no faking it.

When she finally came again, writhing her hips against his face, he didn't let her out of his grasp, in fact, he pulled her hips in closer. His tongue continued to work through her orgasm–unrelenting. She knows he would lie between her legs and do this forever if he could, a Sisyphean task, but his own personal heaven.

She tipped her chin up and breathed in a big gasp of air as she gushed around him again. On her third orgasm, he finally decided to let her out of his grasp, but immediately got her on all fours and sunk himself inside her, pounding desperately, without giving her a second to catch her breath.

He swiped his fingers across her swollen and throbbing clit until she came again, with silent, straggled gasps. He spilled hard inside her seconds later, careless with how he collapsed his body weight on top of her.

"Overwhelmed yet, baby?" Frank whispered softly against her ear.

Mel shook her head. "I could always have more of you, always."

[kingdonmicrofic]

It's August and all late submissions have been posted, which means we have reached the end of this July edition of Kingdon Microfic.

Thank you to all 69 participants for making this event once more a huge success, with a total of 926 microfics being posted!

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Extra congratulations to the 5 writers who also met the daily word count challenges every day in July:

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(If you're not in this list and you completed the challenge or if you hit the daily word counts each day, please let us know so we can include you. It's hard to keep track of things and we're doing our best.)

It's truly incredible to see how this fandom has been embracing this challenge. We never could've imagined this when we were discussing the idea at first. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for pouring your hearts into this, it's a joy to watch every time! There's so much talent in this little corner of The Pitt fandom.

We also want to thank @japril and @langdonfranks for helping us out during this month. You're wonderful and we love you!

There is no date yet for the next installment of microfics but we will keep you updated, as always <3

Your mods,

@mateo-diaz @solongfellowlosers @coinner & @thatkingdon

[pghumfort]

Frank is susceptible to trying out random fitness trends and it just so happens that he’s staying over at Mel’s when he first tries planking til failure.

Mel wakes up to soft whimpers coming from her living room and goes to investigate, worried, just to find Frank on her yoga mat, trembling, panting, shaking, whimpering, completely unaware of his audience as he fights his own body to stay in position. She watches, slack-jawed as sweat and maybe tears slip down his face, watches the muscles in his arms and back twitch.

When he finally collapses and rolls over on the mat, still shaking and spots her, he flushes. “Oh hey Mel, what are you- oh hello!“

She’s straddling him before he even knows what’s happening.

[pocketsope]

i find it kinda funny when in fanfics Mel and Langdon make it very clear that they don’t want to try the doctor kink/fantasy in bed but like…I’m so 100% sure they both would be into it

[gabriellabolton]

@kingdonmicrofic (thank you so much for organising this again, mods, it's been fun!) | july 31: balloon | 500/313 words | warnings: none | ao3

Frank likes to think he knows the Pitt nurses pretty well. He knows they’re very different from the doctors, much more open and much more a tight-knit group that stands up for each other, but he believes he’s built quite a good rapport with all of them.

So, to say he was surprised when Princess announced her engagement is an understatement. He’s never expected her to settle down, with all the stories of her sexual exploits and her complete lack of interest in long-term commitment. But apparently, she’s fallen madly in love with a radiologist and now can’t imagine living her life without him.

Frank is happy for her, really, but her wedding is quite something and that’s saying a lot, because he’s been to a lot of different weddings, ranging from his own elegant and Instagram-worthy wedding to Abby – although he did spill some wine on his suit, which should have been an omen in hindsight – to elopements in barns to destination weddings on the beach. However, he’s pretty sure that Princess’s wedding takes the cake, pun intended.

Everything is over the top, to the point where he wonders how she can afford it on her nursing salary, from glass swans on every table to her giant puffy dress to a giant, colourful balloon arch under which she’s said her vows.

It’s not a wedding he would ever plan for himself – if he would ever marry again, that is, which is something he’s surprisingly found himself seriously considering lately –, but he’s decided to just go with the flow and indulge in all the festivities that have been planned, even attempting to join a cringy flash mob that some of Princess’s friends have been planning until Perlah banned him from participating for ‘having possibly the stiffest hips known to man’.

However, due to the flurry of activities, it’s been hard to spend enough quality time with his date, even though that was the thing he’s been looking forward to most of all.

Therefore, he’s more than happy when he feels a soft hand wrap around his bicep when he’s talking to one of Princess’s many cousins, smiling down softly when he finds Mel looking up at him expectantly. Excusing them, he ushers her to the closest private spot he can find so they can finally spend a moment alone, kissing the top of her head when they find themselves under the balloon arch.

“Enjoying yourself?” he murmurs, even though he already knows the answer – this is Mel’s personal hell – and he laughs when Mel glares up at the balloons petulantly.

“Well, at least I know what I don’t want for our wedding,” she states, her body stiffening and her eyes widening as she realises what she’s just said. Slowly, carefully, she looks him in the eye nervously, almost scared, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

He just beams at her, though, kissing her softly and feeling her go pliant in his arms as he whispers against her lips, “Duly noted.”

[nicogayngelo]

day 31: balloon // wc: 319 // for: @kingdonmicrofic // ao3

tags: established relationship, implied previous infidelity

Coordinating with Abby was never the easiest task. Especially when Mel was the one to instigate the coordination.

There was always a delay in messages—long enough to still be plausible that she was in a meeting, but only when Mel asked for a favor. She’d hem and haw, pushing to give a firm answer until later that evening.

At the end of the day, Mel knew she couldn’t complain too much. Abby was still actively co-parenting with Frank (“honestly, I think we’re better as a team like this than we ever were as a married couple”) and was mostly gracious to Mel despite the uncomfortable timeline in her relationship with Frank.

Frank was invited to speak at a national conference to present his autoethnographic paper on how being a doctor in active addition recovery shapes his patient care and relationships. When Mel realized she’d just be far enough long to make flying uncomfortable, she knew she’d have to do something Big for him. Something involving the kids—even though it was Abby’s weekend.

She stood in the waiting area of the Pittsburgh Airport, holding onto Penny with one hand and clutching a bouquet of neon orange and periwinkle balloons in the other. (She knew they were an eyesore, that other flyers and families were side-eying them, but Tanner and Penny wouldn’t be talked into any other colors). Tanner stood next to them, proudly waving a handmade glittery poster, Yay Daddy! traced carefully.

Any exhaustion clinging to Frank evaporated when he saw the kids. He dropped his bags to the ground, letting them charge at him. Mel grinned, scooping up Tanner’s poster before waddling towards him.

“All of this for me?”

His eyes were shining, a child in each arm. He reached around Penny to touch Mel’s stomach. Almost on cue, Baby Girl kicked his hand, demanding her presence be known.

Mel smiled through her tears, heart bursting, “Welcome home, honey.”

[rosenfinchzz]

Do you want to be mine?

[audreyvoilax]

Knee deep in the passenger seat.

[sadistrobinavitch]

frank pulls aside mel’s panties with his grubby fingers, careful not to wake her. he exposes her slick pink folds between her pale thighs. her bare pussy lips swell around her soft center, leaking a clear wetness, glistening in the midnight glow. she looks beautiful as she rests, almost lifeless.

frank keeps his dirty scrubs on, his body layered in a thick sweaty stink, laying atop his girl. he shoves his hand down his pants, inpatient and painfully horny, pulling out his erection. holding himself in one hand, he pushes his cock against her moist heat, dizzy in anticipation.

mel doesn’t move as frank pushes his whole length inside her soft cunt, accepting him so easily. she sleeps peacefully as the ridges of her walls makes frank lose his goddamn mind. he curses as he speed up, sliding in and out of her tight warmth, like a key in a lock, a perfect fit.

mel slowly starts rolling her head, her blonde hair covering her eyes, murmuring, “frank, a-a-ah. is that you?”

“yeah, baby. it’s me.” his hot breath leaves her ear damp, whispering above her, “just keep sleeping, okay? let daddy take care of himself.”

“mhm-mmm.“ mel hums, lifting her ass and mushing her face into the pillow. her belly flutters with arousal as her mouth opens, laying in a puddle of her own drool.

frank reels his hips back, admiring how raw and puffy her sweet cunt’s becoming, stretched around his thick cock. she’s red and sensitive, wide open beneath frank, half-dreaming. it’s delicious, he wants to stuff his face into her slit, drinking her mess and kissing her treasure.

frank slams back into mel, losing himself in her pussy. like he’s fulfilling his only purpose in life, nothing else matters accept the orgasm he’s chasing.

[kmsk8r]

@kingdonmicrofic day 29: orchestra | 241/241 | rating: g

“Do you believe in alternate realities?”

A low hum vibrates in Frank’s chest. “Well, happy,” he squints at the clock, voice thick with almost-sleep, “2am to you too, honey.” 

Mel twists in his arms so she can face him.

“Well?”

“Maybe?” He responds. “Probably. Why?”

“Becca and I watched a weird movie. Infinite possibilities, timelines, just made me think.”

She watches his brow furrow in thought, considering. “Well, I’m glad we’re in this one.” 

Mel hums distractedly as he kisses her hairline. She tries to close her eyes, but after a moment she breaks the silence again.

“Do you — if there are alternate realties — think there’s a bunch of different versions of us?” She wonders, looking up at him. He’s not disgruntled by her inquisition; rather, he looks impossibly fond as she continues. “Like where we met in med school, or we both played violin in high school orchestra, or, I don’t know, we work in an office together somewhere or something.”

With each possibility, he smiles brighter.

“Yeah sweetheart, I’d like to think so.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Well, there must be some where we never meet then. Or—” She cuts herself off, not wanting to envision a world where they aren’t like this. “Nope, nevermind. Only the happy ones.”

He laughs. “So infinite possibilities, but only the ones where we’re happy.”

She makes a contented noise, snuggling closer. “Some infinities are smaller than others.” 

“Nerd,” he whispers, hugging her tighter.

[kingdonmicrofic]

[nenedotjpg]

doodle request dump!

[sadistrobinavitch]

mel lines them up on the top of her dresser. five flesh-colored dildos resting in order by size. she and frank stand shoulder to shoulder, staring down at her collection like it’s an exhibit at a museum.

he wasn't mentally prepared for mel to willingly offer to show him her toys after a harmless conversation about masturbation came up during a friendly dinner between two coworkers.

he gulps, unsure how to react appropriately, so he decides to tell the truth. "mel, these are huge.”

“oh,” she seems genuinely shocked to hear this. “really?”

frank offers her a sympathetic glance and a polite smile, quietly responding, “yeah.”

she picks one up, holding the silicone dick in her small hand, wrapping her fingers over the realistic veins of the object. she bites her bottom lip, deep in thought, “i guess… i like to feel full.”

“jesus christ.” with that, frank gets the wind knocked out of him. “mel, you can’t just say that.”

“why not?”

he snorts, "cause- you just can't, okay?"

“okay.”

[audreyvoilax]

You believe, I believe too

That you are the river of light who I love

—

The King-Langdons

[luzliluz]

Coming Home

This feels a little like a prequel to my previous post haha :)

It's my new headcanon that Robby steals Jacks band shirts 😆

[billspaid]

i just finished The Things We Do Are Hard and i am CRYING IN THE CLUB SO HARD RN IT IS A MASTERPIECE THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME

Ahhhh thank you so much!! I’ve been super busy with life in general but I got an evening off to reply to loads of comments and it blows my mind that something that I wrote is being enjoyed by other people!! It’s baffling honestly so I appreciate the crying in the club!

I’ve been very busy with life and haven’t even had a chance to read a lot of fics let alone write but I am still full of ideas! Let’s hope I get a week to chuck it all out on Google docs!