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[nicogayngelo]

day 30: afterglow // wc: 190 // for: @kingdonmicrofic // ao3

Falling in love with Melissa King was a slow, steady process.

It involved long shifts, wordlessly passing each other Red Bull or cups or tea, pressing granola into the other’s hand, and moving seamlessly on traumas together. It was days off with the kids, the dog, Becca—spent at the park, the grocery store, or at either of their empty apartments.

Realizing he was in love with Melissa King was a quick gut-punch, hitting him in the middle of the Pitt.

They’d just finished back-to-back MVC traumas, bringing their patients back from the edge. Mel ran point, calmly directing the med-students and younger residents, voice firm. After everything, Mel looked up at him from across the room, beaming.

There was a streak of blood across her forehead, sweat clinging to the edges of her forehead, but her smile was brighter than any he’d seen.

I love her.

It took everything in him not to sweep her into a searing kiss. But, even if she felt the same way, Frank knew that Mel would always put her professionalism at work first.

Besides.

They had dinner already scheduled tonight. They’d have time together.

[nicogayngelo]

day 29: orchestra // wc: 241 // for: @kingdonmicrofic // ao3

Frank wouldn’t consider himself a movie buff by any stretch of the imagination, but when he heard Mel had an entire Google Sheet dedicated to ranking every movie she’d ever seen by their score, he had one question.

“Where does Lord of the Rings stack on the list?”

Mel shifted in her seat, fiddling with her granola bar wrapper. “I haven’t actually seen them.”

“Any of them?” Frank’s jaw dropped when she shook her head. “Mel, what do you mean? This is right up your alley—elves, hobbits, the power of friendship…how have you never seen them?”

Her shoulders crept towards her ears. “Caretaking for your mom and sister, on top of med-school, doesn’t leave a whole lot of time to watch three hour long movies. Let alone an entire trilogy.”

Frank already had his email opening, flipping through the upcoming month’s schedule, cross-checking it against the kids’ calendar. “Great. We’re both off in two weeks. Unless you’re doing anything on the 10th, we should do a marathon.”

Which is how, two weeks later, Frank found himself tucked under one of Mel’s coziest blankets, curtains drawn, and a bowl of popcorn between the two of them. Anxiety hummed in his veins.

“If you don’t like the first one, we don’t have to continue. I don’t want to force you into this.”

Mel’s smile was bright in the dim room. “I take your recommendations seriously, Frank. I’m in it for the long haul.”

[nicogayngelo]

day 28: pulse // wc: 494 // for: @kingdonmicrofic // ao3

tags: same universe as want to believe but the x-files au

The heart monitor steadily beeped, the shrill noise the only sound in the hospital. Mel took several slow breaths, trying to match her own heartbeat to the one on the screen. She picked up his hand, finally warm but just as limp as before, and pressed her lips to the skin. Tears pricked her eyes.

“You’ve got to stop putting yourself in danger like this, Langdon. And I know what you’d say—‘that you’re just following me, that I need to stop picking such dangerous cases, and that I should see the other guy,’ but—”

She cut herself off with a harsh noise, swallowing the bile creeping up her throat.

“I’ve never had to worry about anyone else. Not in over 20 years. I know you know about Becca’s disappearance, but I don’t think I told you the whole story. That night—it was my responsibility to watch her. We were home alone and even though we’re twins, it was my job to watch her. It’d make sense if you’d met her, but she was—is—on the spectrum. She’s always been mine to keep an eye on and make sure she’s okay.

“Which meant that when she disappeared…it was my fault. I didn’t do a good enough job of protecting her. I lost her, Langdon. I was 12 and it was my fault my twin sister was gone.”

A steady stream of tears slid down her face. Mel pushed her glasses up with one hand, the other still clutching Langdon’s. At this point, she didn’t know if it was to reassure him that she was still there or for her own comfort.

She pushed through her tears, voice still thick. “And then it was just me. I knew anyone worth their salt wouldn’t risk their reputation and join me on the X-Files, and that’s fine. It’s better. I just have to focus on me and my cases.

“But then you came along,” a wet laugh escaped her. “I know you weren’t here by choice and you made it clear what you thought of all of this. But somehow—despite—because—you’ve become one of the most important people to me. You’ve become my constant, my touchstone. A North Star.”

She squeezed his hands once, twice, three times. “So, I need you to stop throwing yourself into danger. I can’t do this without you.”

She dropped her head forward, hands caught between her skull and the hospital sheets. The adrenaline of the week and case rushed out of her body. She was exhausted, stressed, and now that she had Langdon in her sights—in one piece, she felt like she could breathe fully again.

Despite her best efforts, Mel slipped into a light, restless sleep. Her hand still clutched Langdon’s, his pulse providing a comforting rhythm. As she drifted into sleep, there was a light one, two, three squeeze back to her hand (almost so gentle, she thought she made it up).

But that was okay.

They could talk in the morning.

[ouiouhie]

intruder 👁️

[gnocchioli]

Imagine all the things I could do if I just did them.

[ngalitzine]

THE PITT | 2.15

[nicogayngelo]

ok service is spottier than expected but I will have the rest of the @kingdonmicrofic chaps up when I return :((((

[subaru-copilot]

im so sorry that you're doomed by the narrative but i really need you to answer my message on Microsoft Teams

[dosmiltres]

charles leclerc | practice, austria gp 2026

[achillesinhighheels]

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and i'm losing sense of time

[kosmogrl]

[nicogayngelo]

day 27: opalite // wc: 266 // for: @kingdonmicrofic // ao3

tags: outside pov, references to the betting pool

Victoria scrunched her nose as she charted, trying not to let her mind wander too far. Next to her, Dr. Langdon typed rapidly, leaning over the laptop in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. 

Under his breath, he hummed a vaguely familiar tune, the dynamics ebbing and flowing with the pace of his typing. 

After several minutes, Victoria’s fingers froze. “Is that Taylor Swift?”

Dr. Langdon looked up, bemused.

“What you’re humming. Is that Taylor Swift?”

“Is it?”

Victoria giggled. “I didn’t know you were a big Taylor Swift fan, Dr. Langdon.”

An unreadable expression crossed his face, his eyes catching the attention of something from across the room. “My daughter wanted to listen to her.”

“Isn’t she two?”

“Don’t you have charting to finish, Dr. J?” His tone was light, but there was an undercurrent. A warning. 

Which made no sense, but Victoria was too tired to push. 

It wasn’t until that night, when she was on the brink of sleep, did she remember Dr. King humming the same song to herself in between patients. At the time, she hadn’t realized what the melody was, but there was no doubt in her mind that it was the same as the one Dr. Langdon got weirdly defensive about. 

Interesting. 

With one eye closed, she quickly texted Nurse Emma. She knew that Emma gravitated towards Dr. Langdon and Dr. King the most. If there was anyone else who would have insight into their relationship, it would be her. Victoria was going to get to the bottom of this—and maybe have a chance to win some cash. 

[loveridden1999]

maybe if i keep ignoring this feeling of impending doom it'll go away

[expressions-of-nature]

by Anita Austvika

[inadvertently-biblical]

PARKS AND RECREATION - 2x01

[ruhrohrexia]

i wont worry about it i say to myself with the always worried disorder

[nicogayngelo]

im going out of the country tomorrow and im gonna puke