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purplebutterflyglasses

to bite the hand that feeds (26k, M)

Jealous!Frank Langdon, Emotional infidelity, angst, miscommunication, dual pov, heavy petting, infidelity

A dark laugh creeped out of his lips, the tone made her shiver even though she felt like she was currently a thousand degrees. “You think I’m mad because you said you wanted me? Fuck, Mel

Chapter 8 here @ AO3

sorry for the delay but shes here!!

#Forgot to do my shameless reblog the other night so here it is

rosenfinchzz

My kind of woman 🎶

cryingondowntime

if taylor dearden were my coworker i'd make a fool out of myself on main too

joriesau

[01x07: 1:00P.M.]

"You're making a great first impression."

coffeealwayshelps

@kingdonmicrofic | july 18 | prompt: parade | 480 words

Now

It was the parade of the frat boys, and everyone in the pitt was having a good time with it. The group of ten young men arrived with dehydration and gastrointestinal problems following the consumption of a bad batch of jungle juice. They had them all lined up in different rooms, receiving fluids from IVs and holding buckets in their laps in case they threw up.

They were all in relatively good moods, despite the fact that they were being treated in the ED. Robby already had to put a stop to a wheelchair race, and Frank found four of them in one room, making catapults out of tongue depressors and cotton balls. That game was relatively harmless at least, so Frank left them to it.

t3nmartha

#It’s the truth

princessdelacruz

lucky i’m in love with my best friend

#kingdon #mel x langdon #langdonmel #the pitt

pocketsope

me: oh look! a video where the sweet Taylor Dearden is in, isn’t that lovely…

Patrick Ball’s ass in the likes:

lunaroblesstuff

Honestly, I have nothing appropriate to say; it’s simply Mel and Frank deeply longing for each other.

t3nmartha

pocketsope

oh so he goes for it-GUNSHOT

kingdoncrumbs

parade snack | @kingdonmicrofic july 18 | 463

warning! sexually explicit 🚨😋🤞

A few weeks after his first shift back, the air-conditioning broke in the ED. Frank still had ten hours left in his shift.

“Back up generator?” he’d suggested to Dana, one ear on the phone with the repair company.

She met him with slow shake of her head. It had nothing to do with the power, just a failed compressor or capacitor or something he was only half listening to, fixated on the sensation of sweat dripping down his spine.

Frank ran hot. Always had. It was like he’d feel himself roasting from the inside out, the heat of the air around him absorbing directly into his bloodstream. He was miserable, drenched in sweat, distracted, and getting more irritable by the second. He snapped a little, at a patient in his fifties who wouldn’t stop complaining about the temperature. Mel pulled him into the break room after that.

“I’m fine, Mel, I’m just cranky because-“

“You’re hot. I get it. But you’re acting mean and you need a break,” she said.

Even her delicate touch was unwelcome to him in his current state, his skin sticky and red, but he let her lead him by a hand on his bicep to the freezer. She opened it up and gently tapped on his back, encouraging him to lean in. The frosty air whipped around his face as he felt his shoulders drop for the first time all day.

“Popsicle?” she asked, reaching past his shoulder to pull out two.

She stuck a green one in his hands, and he enjoyed the stinging cold of it in his palm. She unwrapped her red one, the only kind she would eat, she explained. He made space for her to lean into the freezer next to him, frosty breeze blowing at the hairs that had come loose from her braid.

They faced each other, sheen of sweat visible on their cheeks, hair sticking to their foreheads. He watched as she closed her lips around the popsicle, sucking the juice with a satisfying pop. The juice stained her mouth, pouted and round like a ripe cherry. She stuck her tongue out, soft and pink, to drag the popsicle down the length of it, swirling around the tip.

Frank’s mouth fell open when she met his eyes, cheeks hollowing as she sucked it into her mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered, bunny teeth scraping into the ice when she reached the end. He could feel his dick springing up in scrub pants, leaning further into the fridge.

“Starting to cool down a little,” she sighed, leaning into her hip. “Feel good?”

The juice of his own snack began to melt onto his hand as he stared.

“Feels great. Thanks.”

The break didn’t end up helping him cool down much after all.

alysonafterdark

Day 18-Parade | Exact WC 347 | ao3 | @kingdonmicrofic

Memorial Day was always a very special holiday for Mel and Becca. Every year growing up was spent at their community church’s cemetery, sticking American flags and fake flowers in their father’s plot. And his father’s plot. And his father’s father’s plot. Generations of King men serving.

Their mom was never the same after their dad died while serving. You wouldn’t think their father was the only one they lost that day. It was as if their mom was just as gone as he was.

This year, instead of spending the day together at Kennywood, eating junk and getting dizzy on rides, Mel sat in a folding chair on the side of the street. Frank sat on the curb in front of her, his arms stretched over her thighs, and Tanner and Penny were on either side of her, buckets ready to collect as much candy as physically possible.

Although Frank would inevitably pull the “donating some to kids who don’t have candy” trick on them later that night, when they realized that a majority of the artificially colored balls of sugar had somehow disappeared.

“Mellie,” Tanner whined, his hand resting over where her bump poked out between her tank-top and her shorts, “when is Aunt Becca gonna go by? She promised us she’d throw us extra candy.”

Mel’s head tipped back, her hand settling over his as her belly shook lightly with each laugh that escaped. “Very soon, bud,” she said, ruffling his hair before leaning down to place a kiss to the crown of his head.

After a few more minutes, Penny let out an excited squeal, standing up out of her chair and almost running out into the street, before Frank’s arm reached out to hold her back.

Mel looked over, and coming around the corner, was Middle Hill’s float, Becca and Adam stationed directly at the front, throwing candy out every few feet. She looked so happy. Mel couldn’t stop the tears that welled in her eyes.

Sure enough, when she saw Tanner and Penny, she practically threw her whole bucket at them.

#this is everything to me