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if i look back, i am lost
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to wish, to hope to expect
the kingdon Notting Hill au, 54k, 3/3
“And if you want to,” he continues, “I’d really like to…talk.” Mel feels like her heart could give out at any moment. The emotional rollercoaster of the last minute has been so intense that she’s not sure her heart is even keeping up anymore, even beating at all. “I’d love that,” she says eagerly, placing a hand on her heart just to feel—thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. She’s still here, heart still beating, and Frank is also here. Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump. “I have to get back,” she winces regretfully. “But you can stay and watch, if you’d like?” Stay, please. Stay, stay, stay. Frank smiles widely—teeth and dimples and laugh lines and Mel’s not sure if she ever got over him in the first place, but she’s definitely not over him now. “I’d love that,” he says, his voice cracking adorably. “Okay then,” Mel beams. “I’ll see you later?” Frank gives her a toothy, lopsided grin, and her heart kicks. “You’ll see me later.”
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Collage by @kmsk8r , without whom this fic would not exist at all :) thank you for holding my hand and being my teammate, lovely ❤️
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snoopy of the day
cheat day
Hiding 🎶
to wish, to hope, to expect
the kingdon Notting Hill au, 54k, 2/3
“I was going to call first, I swear,” Mel says, a little embarrassed, “but something came up, and I just needed…” Mel trails off as he makes eye contact with her. His eyes are just as blue as she remembers, but there’s a bit more weariness to his countenance, a little grey at his temples, more laugh lines around his eyes. He’s absolutely shocked to see her, that much is clear, but there’s a tiredness that sits in his body, even through the shock. Maybe he’s been just as sad as she has been. “I wanted to see you,” she finishes, and she watches the air rush out of him. “It’s good to see you,” he sighs, his voice cracking in the middle. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to talk?” she asks hesitantly. “Yeah, yes,” Frank says quickly, nodding. “I’d love to.”
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Collage by @kmsk8r who threatened me with violence no less than ten times this chapter :) when i get a kait threat i know i've succeeded <3
Margaret Nazon — Galaxy Cluster [velvet with beading (glass, plastic and organic material), canvas backing, 2016]
starting a new job in four days and i’ve never been more scaredhappynervousexcitedanxious in my life
Hockey au partly inspired by rewatching HR & @purplebutterflyglasses
to wish, to hope, to expect
kingdon notting hill au, 54k, 1/3
“I love used books,” she proffers, eager to be a normal person. “I love when books have a story.” “Well, I’d say if a book doesn’t have a story, it’s a pretty sad excuse for a book.” Mel can’t help herself—she snorts. “I didn’t realize you owned the shop,” Mel says quickly, embarrassed. “That must be nice—” “Yeah, it is,” Frank answers distractedly. “I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure I just saw two time Emmy award winning actress Mel King snort at a joke I made.” So he really did know her, then, wow. “Well I’m not sure anyone will believe you,” she jokes lightly. “Yeah,” Frank breathes, his eyes roving over her face in a stunned sort of awe. “I don’t think anyone will.” Or, the Kingdon Notting Hill AU :)
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collage by my beloved @kmsk8r who held my hand the entire time and read every typo and threatened me with all sorts of violence <3 i couldn't do this without you my love <3
up dog
mel’s hands are always cold and her boyfriend is the perfect heater