Mel x Frank for @kingdonmicrofic challenge. Day 2: Ice Cream. WC: 450
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The hospital is having their annual family and friends softball game, and Frank can’t believe he signed up to do this. It doesn’t help that it feels like the hottest day of the summer, and he just feels hot and uncomfortable. But he’s showing everyone that he’s present. And a team player.
Sitting in the dugout alone, Frank hears footsteps echoing as they come closer. Turning his head, he spots Mel stride in. She makes a beeline for the cooler and pulls out an ice cream.
Mel tears open the wrapper and wastes no time digging in, biting into the ice cream. As soon as she does, she pulls back, and he notices a glob of the ice cream land by her foot and the rest on her hand. Frank can’t make out the words, but he can tell by the way she grumbles that it was probably an expletive. She pivots, moving the ice cream cone from her right hand to her left, lifting her right hand to her mouth and sucking. The way the breath leaves Frank's body with such force, you’d think he just got hit with a softball.
Vanilla ice cream trails her fingers, going from her thumb down to her wrist and Frank watches as her tongue follows, lapping it up. He can’t move. He can’t breathe. He’s envious suddenly wanting nothing more than to replace her tongue with his own. To take her fingers into his mouth and suck. To peel her shirt off and drip ice cream all over her, her neck, her shoulders, down her chest. Arousal floods his system so fast, it’s a miracle he hasn’t collapsed from a lack of blood flow to the brain.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been staring, but a loud, “Frank!” snaps him out of his daze. Looking up, he spots Abby peeking her head into the dugout. “Babe, it's your turn to bat.”
“S-sorry,” Frank stammers out. The haze of lust clears slightly and he suddenly remembers how to breathe. He stands up, ready to move and he locks eyes with Mel, who smiles brightly, blissfully unaware of his thoughts.
“Good luck!”
She still has ice cream on the corner of her mouth, just itching to be licked away and Frank…Frank is almost positive that this is some sort of Hell on earth. Or a test. Regardless, he can’t stay here any longer to figure it out. He doesn’t spare her another glance, rushing out of the dugout with a shaky, “Thank you.”
Abby raises her eyebrow at him, passing him a bat. “You okay?”
No. Frank is not okay. Frank is currently trapped in a jigsaw trap. “Yeah!” He lies. “Never better.”
Idk where the idea that Ryan is a bad interviewee came from because most of his interviews are good and out of everyone in the main cast, he gets his character the best.
If you’re making posts about the Off Campus boys and purposely excluding Jalen/Tucker, you’re weird. I’ll even take it a step further and say you’re sinister
I wanted them to race swap Sabrina (in my perfect world, she’d be played by Shabana Azeez so her and Jalen’s chemistry wouldn’t be wasting away on the pitt, but I digress) but the fandom already has their pitchforks out for her and the boy moms-ism for Dean is already at 1000% and I know in my gut that Sabrina being a WOC would just make the fandom vitriol so much worse 😭
I would’ve gagged over a potential 9-1-1 x the rookie crossover 3 years ago, but the superior ABC police procedural is high potential and I think that crossover would be much more fun
Tim Minear may be bald and evil. He may have admitted to enjoying when the audience gets strung along. He may suck at pacing. He may have too strong of an attachment to referencing movies for storylines. He may fly too close to the sun with season openers. He may actually be going to Hell one day.
But twice a year he reminds us that above all else, he’s one of the truest buddie warriors ever, and I think that’s beautiful
