The artist formerly known as The Bassist Loki, autistic asexual Genderfluid dykefag, any/all. 20’s, 18+. I like superheroes, mythology, and music. Currently thinking about the hot sad doctors, and Gotham’s Sin Eater. Dad_Inside on Ao3. Langtartt pioneer
“Who’s a good girl? Who’s my little lady? Heel!” She sits. “That’s my best girl.” His Best girl? Honeybee? That fucking bitch couldn’t work alongside him to breathe life back into the half dead. That bitch didn’t research how to rub his back best, didn’t push him to do his PT, didn’t support him on his first shift back. Didn’t struggle between celebration and sympathy when he confided in her about his pending divorce.
The day was long enough, even without this fresh load of bullshit. What could the dog do that she couldn’t? Unconditional love, covered. Covering his face in saliva? Messy excessive kisses? Please. Tail, she had one in the nightstand drawer, with enough lube to put it in. Was it the ten months?
Was this how Abby felt?
Mel was his best girl, his little lady, not the goddamned dog. She was more than willing to prove it.
maybe it's cause i identify with the loser addict with a bad back whose accent slips through time to time (as a loser addict with a bad back whose accent slips through time to time) but another piece i want to add to the discourse besides mel deserves to be happy and loved is frank deserves to be happy and loved, too.
like could you imagine being loved by a woman like melissa king? that has to be the most life changing earth shattering religious experience type of love i just know it. think about how she's known this dork for less than 24 cumulative hours and she trusts him so implicitly despite hearing the worst rumors imaginable that she lets him take care of her sister, the most important person on the planet to her? do you know what kind of confidence boost that probably gave him that she trusts him like that? after being treated so icily by his former mentor and his coworkers and undergoing the absolute humiliation that is the php for drug rehab and clearly being on the outs with his wife with two young kids at home? literally the one bright spot in his life and it's this amazing wonderful kind and empathetic woman who manages to see the good in him when he probably couldn't even see it himself.
god that had to be a breath of fresh air after the worst almost year of this man's entire life and he deserves it. frank langdon deserves to be loved and cherished too. frank langdon and melissa king deserve the world. if they manage to find it in each other then so be it.
Frank complaining about having to toss so many white shirts bc of the pit stains and Mel takes a sec to respond bc she’s not sure if she wants to offer to help remove the stains or if she should say she’ll take them off his hands and just wear his stained shirts that smell faintly of sweat as her loungewear
Melfrank going camping or just having some outdoorsy day and Frank puts Mel’s sunscreen and bug spray on for her so he can rub her skin all over :) they’re both wearing hideous but very functional hats and he’s like wowww Mel you look so sexy in your transition lenses
Frank is so excited to bring his amazing new friend Mel home to meet his family. In his mind, the evening went great, Abby loved her, even Abby’s mom liked her, and so he’s really confused when Mel dodges any future invites he extends.
When he eventually straight up asks her why, she takes him aside in the fanfiction corridor and asks him: “If you went over to someone’s house and they were beating their dog, but the dog kept wagging its tail because it doesn’t know what’s happening to it is wrong… you’d still have to save the dog, right? You can’t keep going over there and let it happen?”
“Is someone hurting our dog?” He asks, horrified.
Mel makes a pained face. “You’re the dog in this metaphor, Frank.”
“Hey, Frank, glad you're here, Free dad hugs shirts are right here! What’s your size?” What?
Frank had learned to be quiet about his sexuality, Abby had preferred it that way. But still, they had to know, right? He’s worked at the Pitt for almost 6 years now, his coworkers should know this about him by now. He scans the faces of the people there, Whitaker, Santos, Javadi, looking for any trace of humor. Nothing.
“And why do you think I’d need one?”
“Oh, you've been before?” Javadi smiled like an invitation, earnest. It felt like a slap in the face.
“Yeah,” he laughed, “I’ve been to pride before, Dr. J, I–”
“I swear, if you're going to tell another undergrad story about Yo, I’m going to lose it.” Santos interrupted. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with you at work. Fucking straight boyfriends at pride, give me a break.”
Before he could get a word in edgewise, Mel and Samira arrived. Sporting bi and pan face paint, respectively.
He wordlessly held up his hand, Mel tossed him the container. “Nice throw.”
“Nice catch.”
He grabbed the paint, starting to open it.
He glanced at Samira and Mel, who stood with the posture of people who recognized they had walked into a charged moment. “I’ve talked about my college years, right?”
“Yeah, Frank,” Samira agreed, tone wary, “You have.”
“Baseball scholarship, pre-med, theatre minor.”
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing with that, genius?” Santos’ tone was dubious. He turned to look at her.
“Yoyo ever tell you what position I played, bright spark?”
“No. We don't talk about you.”
“Fair enough.” He smiled wryly. “I was the catcher. Yoyo and I always laughed about it, because I was usually the pitcher in the bedroom.”
“Yeah, that’s unsurprising.”
“Usually?” Javadi’s voice was curious, tentative.
“Yeah, usually. Let’s just say I was a switch hitter.” He started applying the paint like eye black. “I know I’m not the most flamboyant person, but come on, did you seriously think I was straight? Yoyo’s best friend, Straight?”
in season 3, langdon will be sublimating his desire to have an affair with mel king into learning how to juggle really well but it doesn’t work because it only makes her more attracted to him :/
frank referring to mel as his wife while he’s still married to abby and then referring to mel as his girlfriend after their secret wedding ceremony #neverletthemknowyournextmove
@kingdonmacrofic Day 17: Crowd (958 words, general audiences, tw: addiction)
“The fuck is happening out there?” Frank asks Charlie, the college kid also working the market today. He’s been in the truck, loading pallet after pallet of berries and peaches, plums and apricots onto big cardboard flats to take out to the stand watching the line grow, not moving an inch.
“Some chick’s holding up the line,” Charlie sighs. “She’s been looking at peaches for twenty minutes.”
Frank frowns. “Let me go handle it,” he says, wiping his forehead just under his hat. “People will start to leave if the line doesn’t move.”
He lifts a box of blueberries, a familiar twinge in his low back that he’ll take care of later with the baggie of pills in his car.
It’s just for a few more weeks, he told himself when he took them from the hospital last night. Until the end of the summer. They need the extra money, and Frank’s sister was doing him a favor letting him work Saturday mornings for her wife’s family farm. Then he would stop taking the pills and try to wean off again, for real this time.
When he sets the box down, he sees a blonde with glasses carefully squeezing a peach, the others in line eyeing her in frustration.
“Hey!” Frank calls, walking to face her on the other side of the table. “Looking for anything in particular?”
Brown eyes snap up at him, cheeks pink from the morning sun. Her head whips between him and the ever-growing crowd behind her.
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaims. “I’m so sorry! I’ve been holding up the line!”
“No problem,” Frank replies even though it very much is a problem. “Just wanted to make sure you’re finding everything okay.”
“Not really,” she says honestly, speaking quickly. “I just moved to Pittsburgh, and I had my first appointment with my new primary care doctor, and she said that I really should be eating more fruits and vegetables, but my worry is that I don’t really like a lot of them because the textures are too weird, and sometimes one is sweet, but the next is sour, but I’m a doctor as well so I really should be making more of an effort if I’m expected to tell my patients the same thing.”
Frank blinks at her. He’s not sure if he’d ever heard someone say that much in that little time, and his jaw hangs loose as he processes it all. The man just behind her clears his throat, and Frank snaps back to reality.
“Here,” he says, moving the table a little bit to allow her to slip through, “come with me.”
He leads the girl back to the truck, Charlie raising an eyebrow as he carries a box of peaches past him.
“Do you have a favorite fruit?” Frank asks her. “That could be a good place to start if you’re trying to eat more.”
“I like apples,” she says, almost like she’s embarrassed given the rich array of summer produce in front of her. “I’ll also eat bananas sometimes if they’re not too ripe.”
Frank clicks his tongue. “Not in stock right now unfortunately. Anything else?”
Her eyes scan the back of the truck, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Oh!” she exclaims, pointing to a stack of rich, dark berries in the corner. “Blackberries! Blackberry jam is my favorite, but they’re sometimes too tart when they’re fresh.”
“That’s not an issue,” Frank assures her, taking a big step onto the truck bed. “These are some of the sweetest berries the farm’s ever had.”
He grabs a whole pallet, hundreds of berries spread out in the box, along with an empty pint carton and brings them back over to where she’s standing. Frank looks down into the box and pulls out a berry the size of his thumb.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
“Mel,” she answers.
“Well, Mel, I’ll promise you that if this isn’t the best blackberry of your life, I’ll give you this whole pallet for free to make as much jam as you want.”
He offers her the berry, and with a shy grin, allows him to place it in her palm. She inspects it for a moment before biting it in half. Frank watches dark juice run down the corner of her mouth and feels his face get hot.
“Oh wow,” she breathes out. “That’s delicious.”
“Told you.” He extends out the container. “There’s more like that, so this is yours to fill up.”
She takes it, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Wait really?”
“Have at it,” he insists. “Take the best of the best.”
Her face breaks out into a wide smile that Frank can’t help but match. His chest feels warm, and he doesn’t think it’s because he just earned the farm a customer for life. This girl — Mel — interests him, a new weekly puzzle for him to crack.
It takes her almost ten minutes, carefully judging each berry before putting it into her container, but Mel fills her pint with some of the biggest blackberries Frank’s ever seen. He walks her back out to the front of the stand, the line now much more manageable.
“That’ll be three dollars,” he tells Mel, and she narrows her eyes, pointing to the sign pinned up on the table.
“It says seven per pint.”
“Call it a new customer discount.” He winks, and the look on her face makes him not want to think about the gold band on his finger that’s rapidly collecting sweat underneath.
Mel passes him three bills from her wallet and starts to walk away.
“See you next week?” he calls after her, and she turns. “We’re going to have some cherries that I think you might be interested in.”
“Of course,” she answers sweetly, the stain of blackberry juice still on her chin. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
last fall, in a group text, i started kingdon au of the day where i would share plot bunny ideas i didn't have the time/energy/desire to write, free for anyone to take and develop on their own. if you read a kingdon au of the day post and say, "oh! i want to write that!" feel free to take it! credit is not needed but always appreciated :)
The call came in from the league's front office. It apparently wasn't ideal for one of the core faces of the league—if State Farm commercials, Gatorade sponsorship deals, and a MVP finalist bid last season were anything to go by—to fail a randomized drug test after a post-failed playoff run and then immediately go off the grid and enter a messy divorce. “Image rehab,” they said. So the league called the Steelers general manager, who called the head coach and the community outreach team, who then called a contact at Middle Hill Creative Center for Adults.
They’ve been looking for a volunteer coach for their four-week flag football summer league. Would line up perfectly with the start of training camp. Get your face back out there. Show people you’re still a good guy.
Frank didn’t think that was him anymore, and yet…he says yes, and there’s a prickling feeling in the back of his neck that something’s about to change.
(or: NFL Pro Bowl quarterback Frank coaches Becca’s team at the center…meets Mel…falls in love…and she gets the family she’s always wanted in the form of fifty overzealous and energetic football WAGs.)
Mel knew in theory that she was being obsessive, but she didn't think that it was hurting anything. Sure, she had unraveled little pieces of his life he hadn't meant for her to know. But he hadn't hidden them very well. And she wasn't going to do any questionable things with the information. But every new thing she uncovered made him feel that much more real to her.
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Mel starts cyberstalking her favourite erotic audio performer. Things escalate from there.
(read on AO3!)
warning: rated e + stalker4stalker
brosis langhan? frank being the disgraced older sibling who moved out and samira being the good girl who has a bright future, frank corrupting her against their parents?
I’m sat,,,, anon I love it. Thank you!!!
Their parents found Frank’s camera he hid in their shower,,,
They never told Mira why they kicked him out, they didn’t want to do that to her, ruin the relationship she had with her beloved big brother.
That just gave Frank the opportunity to weasel his way back into her life. This time he’s her dirty little secret, their parents disowned him. So Samira can’t talk to anybody about their conversations, and the way Frank is slowly grooming her. He makes her distrust their parents, fosters paranoia because he knows that Samira has no clue why they disowned him, so for all she knows she’s next.
He’s promised her she always has a place with him (and if he convinces her to make the first move, to leave the house first before she gets kicked out, if he slowly isolates her, makes it so the most important person in her life is him, well he’s the only other person living with her, his cameras aren’t getting found this time.)
(and if Samira finds them, she’s going to have a hard time claiming they’re unwanted when they have footage of her sneaking into his bedroom and looking for his used underwear, of her masturbating and moaning his name in the shower.)
