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 canāt believe he signed up to do this. It doesnāt help that it feels like the hottest day of the summer, and he just feels hot and uncomfortable. But heās showing everyone that heās 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 canāt 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, youād 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 canāt move. He canāt breathe. Heās 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, itās a miracle he hasnāt collapsed from a lack of blood flow to the brain.
He doesnāt know how long heās been staring, but a loud, āFrank!ā snaps him out of his daze. Looking up, he spots Abby peeking her head into the dugout. āBabe, it's your turn to bat.ā
āS-sorry,ā 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.
āGood luck!ā
She still has ice cream on the corner of her mouth, just itching to be licked away and Frankā¦Frank is almost positive that this is some sort of Hell on earth. Or a test. Regardless, he canāt stay here any longer to figure it out. He doesnāt spare her another glance, rushing out of the dugout with a shaky, āThank you.ā
Abby raises her eyebrow at him, passing him a bat. āYou okay?ā
No. Frank is not okay. Frank is currently trapped in a jigsaw trap. āYeah!ā He lies. āNever better.ā
The likelihood of Ethan knowing some of the women from the real housewives of Rhode Island cast is low but NOT zero, and it works perfectly for my āEthan is a secret bravo fanā headcanon
That Twitter thread exposing all of those popular ao3 fics for using AI is so bleak. Youāre either supposed to write a fic completely off the dome and put āno beta reader, we die like [insert dead character from fandom here], or you spend a month doing PhD level research into the most niche topic ever because your character talked about it for one line.
Mavadi fic where heās āhelpingā her study for her USMLE Step 3 during her intern year. But really itās just positive reinforcement through foreplay
