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@kingdonmicrofic day eighteen: parade | 347/347 | rating: g | warnings: implied infidelity

“I'm just saying, it's inappropriate. He's married, Huckleberry. And he's just parading her around the ED without a care in the world.”

As Trinity complains, Dennis glances up at Langdon and Mel, who are on the other side of central, leaning into each other and talking animatedly.

“It's so obvious what they're doing.”

“And what are they doing, exactly?”

It's a stupid question. But he asks it anyway, hoping the more Trinity has to say it, the more she'll realize how ridiculous she sounds.

“Huckleberry,” she scolds. “Don't be dense.”

“Look, you're so adamant they're…having an affair,” he murmurs, making sure to drop his voice even lower on that last part, keenly aware that Langdon and Mel are literally in sight, “but you've never caught them doing anything more intimate than high fiving.”

Trinity huffs.

“I mean, are you sure you don't just want another reason to hate Langdon?”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and standing up from her seat.

“Fuck off, Fuckleberry. It's more fun to talk to Princess about this kind of stuff anyway.”

Suddenly, an incoming STEMI is announced over the loudspeaker.

“Mel and I have it!” Langdon shouts immediately, over the noise of the ED.

“Of course you do,” Trinity mumbles.

Dennis looks up to find Mel smiling brilliantly as Langdon reaches and grabs two sets of nitrile gloves, passing one to Mel and beginning to put on the other. Simultaneously, they begin to move toward the ambulance bay, Langdon doing that thing where he shortens his steps so Mel can keep up with him and walks backwards so they're still able to talk as they move around the department. They twirl around gurneys and nurses and supply carts like they're…dancing, or something. What did Trinity call it? A parade.

They rush past him. Langdon tugs on the end of Mel's braid before reaching down and placing his hand on the small of her back, leading her through the automatic doors and disappearing with her into the ambulance bay.

He stares for a moment, then shakes his head. Maybe Trinity has a point.

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SEPIDEH MOAFI as BARAN AL-HASHIMI THE PITT (2025 – ) | SEASON 2

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SHABANA AZEEZ Videography by Simone Taylor for Astrophe Issue #6

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PATRICK BALL as FRANK LANGDON

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@kingdonmicrofic day seventeen: crowd | 317/317 | rating: g

She finds herself in the ambulance bay during her lunch instead of in the break room, to escape Javadi and Perlah’s planning for a surprise party celebrating Frank finishing his residency.

Frank hasn’t shared anything about his future plans. She’s been too afraid to ask.

She hopes they’ll stay in touch; she is almost positive he values their relationship as much as she does. But she knows that the best attempts at staying friends struggle under the weight of eighty-hour work weeks and long distances.

“What are you thinking?”

She jumps. Frank is standing next to her, smiling faintly.

“Oh,” she mumbles, flushing. “Nothing, really.”

“Doubtful. You didn’t hear me walk up. Plus, you have that crease between your eyebrows that you get when you’re concentrating.”

She hesitates, decides to tell him.

“They’re planning a huge surprise party for you. I don’t like big parties – it sounds like they’re inviting the entire department, and you know how I feel about crowds.”

He doesn’t respond; he knows it’s something more. She sighs. Sometimes, it’s inconvenient to be seen so plainly.

“I also hate goodbyes.”

He exhales slowly.

“You haven’t asked me about my plans after residency. I accepted an attending position a couple weeks back.”

She gulps. Here it is – the moment she’s been dreading.

“That’s great, Frank,” she says through gritted teeth. “Um. Where?

“PTMC.”

Her gaze lands on him immediately, finds that he’s staring down at her with a gentle grin on his face.

“Robby is retiring, so they have an open position. I would’ve told you earlier, but they’re keeping it quiet for now.”

She throws her arms around him in the middle of the ambulance bay. She can’t stop herself. He returns her embrace easily, hands settling on her waist.

“Thank you, Frank,” she murmurs into his neck. “Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you, honey,” he says, brushing his lips against her hair.

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@kingdonmicrofic day sixteen: glitter | 227/227 | rating: g

Everyone, including Mel, knows the first rule of crafting: if you use glitter in any capacity, you will find it for weeks afterward in places you would've never dreamed of.

That's why, when Penny tells her she wants to cover Frank's birthday card in glitter, Mel tries to talk her out of it. What about pretty markers? she asks. Or just glitter glue?

(Markers are boring, Penny informs her while walking through Michaels. Glitter glue isn't sparkly enough.)

So straight glitter it is.

Which is how she and Penny end up sprinkled entirely in bright blue glitter, twenty minutes before her swim lesson starts.

“Won't it come off in the pool?” Penny asks, frowning as Mel passes a wet paper towel over her face for the tenth time.

“Um, yes,” she admits. “But we can't get glitter in the pool.”

“Why not? That would be fun.”

“Now that's just silly,” Mel says, and Penny laughs as Mel taps her nose.

When they arrive at swim lessons exactly two minutes early, Penny is approximately 95% glitter free. Mel is exactly 0% glitter free.

Frank stares at her in amusement as she sits down on the bleachers.

“Don't say anything.”

“Wasn't going to,” he promises. “Except…”

He leans forward, kissing her softly.

“You had some glitter there,” he murmurs.

When he pulls back, there's blue glitter on his cheeks.

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@kingdonmicrofic day fifteen: silk | 498/498 | rating: g

Abby doesn't intend to open the package when it's delivered – it's addressed to him, after all. But she's waiting for a few things, and maybe her phone autofilled Frank's name without her noticing.

So, she opens it, is presented with an expensive-looking orange box. When she searches the company's name, she finds it produces luxury sleepwear for women. Organic mulberry silk, mother of pearl buttons. Price tags that even make Abby pause.

Almost on cue, her phone vibrates. It's Frank.

“Hey, Abs. I think I accidentally got a package delivered to the house.”

“You did,” she confirms softly.

“Can I come over and grab it after my shift? I'll try to get out on time, and –”

“Don't worry about the time. Come when you can.”

“Um. Okay. I'll be over after work.”

She decides to make dinner, this shrimp pad thai recipe that she found on Pinterest years ago, one of the first meals she cooked for him. After she puts the kids to bed, she sets the table, places the orange box next to his plate, smiling as she does. This is the kind of thing Frank used to do for her, before everything went to shit. Buy her something nice unexpectedly, to show he was paying attention.

She pours herself some wine. It's 8:30 by the time she hears keys in the front door.

“Hey,” he says as she rounds the corner to the foyer. “Sorry I'm late.”

“It's okay. I have the package. I made some food, too, if you're hungry.”

“Oh. Sure, but I can't stay too long.”

She leads him to the dining room. She feels him stop short when they reach the entryway, and when she turns, she sees his eyes locked onto the box. He shifts his gaze toward her after a moment. To her surprise, his expression is vaguely horrified.

“I love it, Frank,” she reassures him. “It's so thoughtful. And the fact that you bought it for me means –”

“Abby,” he interrupts. “We need to talk.”

“We do. I still think the separation was right for us at the time, but recently I've been –”

“I have a girlfriend.”

She almost drops her wine glass.

“You said it was okay to start seeing other people,” he mumbles in explanation.

She tears her eyes from him to the orange box that she's realized isn't for her. Oh, God, it's for his girlfriend.

“What,” she begins, and then shakes her head. “Who –”

His phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket, and grimaces.

“Sorry, I've gotta take this. Just…give me a sec.”

He walks into the kitchen, murmuring hi, baby, into the phone, leaving Abby to stare after him like an idiot.

She doesn't think she'll ever forget the sight of his screen, lit up with a selfie of him pressing his lips against the cheek of a woman Abby has never met as she smiles, her name displayed across the image in bright white letters.

Mel.

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