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@thestargazerlily
── lilly
YOU SEEM PRETTY ANGRY FOR A GIRL SO FULL OF HOPE.
20s. she/her. stuck in a time loop (again). germany. of sunsets and earrings and unmade beds. something different bloomed, writing in my room. at the beach, in every life, through every door.
[🪩] my web weavings [🐛] my edits [🍀] my writing ⋆ ao3 [🎧] music recs ⋆ my spotify [📖] fable ⋆ reado [🩷] fav books/movies/shows/albums of... 2025
every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feelin' mine
@kingdonmicrofic july 5, speech (wc: 325/316)
Frank had called around about the cost for the funeral, but it was absurd. In the end he tracked down a cousin of Louie's who handled it, and Frank contributed what he could.
There were more people than he'd expected, which he felt guilty for. He'd figured on maybe a dozen, but the pews kept filling. All these people. Maybe Louie just hadn’t wanted an emergency contact. Frank could maybe understand that.
Mel was there too, which was another surprise, although it shouldn’t have been - he’d pinned the celebration of life flyer up in the breakroom and she’d sought him out to tell him that she’d be there. He’d figured she was just being polite. He should have known she’d meant it.
@kingdonmicrofic day 4: sparks. 342/342
It’s only after a full minute of trying to light his cigarette, that he realizes he brought the wrong lighter from home and instead of a full flame, the one in his hand only made pathetic sparks, not even hot enough to get the metal of the flame guard to burn.
Cursing, he drops his hand, debating whether to go inside and face the judgement of Dana who would eventually hand her lighter over only after preaching that he shouldn’t be smoking in the first place, not when he has kids and surely his wife hates it and so on.
Deciding against it, he leans his head against the wall and sighs.
There was nothing particularly bad about this day, it was prescription refills, gastroenteritis, fevered babies and stitches. Not slow, because the patients never seemed to stop coming, but particularly mindless that there was nothing urgent enough to distract his mind and get him to stop thinking.
Ever since coming back, he’s gravitated towards Mel. It wasn’t easy, it just came with ease. the Understanding this other person functioned so differently than he did and all he wanted to do was function alongside her.
And that’s all the hours at work have been filled with: jokes he wants to tell her, comments about an interesting study, or recommending a podcast about the history of pirates that she’d probably love. Every hour at work he just wants to go to her side for a moment, catch her attention, and get her face to light up the way it does when she’s completely invested in what he has to say, somehow still surprised he’d want to share it with her.
He takes out his phone, thinking about calling Abby, asking her how her day’s going, make an effort to try like they’d agreed upon.
Instead, he sees a notification from Mel, sending him her perfect Connections score. He smiles to himself and puts his cigarette away, heading inside, curious to how she hadn’t fallen for the guise that they were The Cranberries songs.
and if I live for a hundred years,
A hundred years I’ll think of you
(Twitter | song)
day 5: speech word count: 316/316 @kingdonmicrofic
“So,” Abby says dangerously.
“Dont’t start,” Langdon interrupts, feeling a headache come on.
A blisteringly fake smile has spread across Abby’s lips as she ignores his warning. “So,” she emphasizes, “You seem very familiar with Mel.”
He sighs. From the moment they ran into Mel at the park, he’s had a bad feeling. Of course, he’s always happy to see her. Everything in the world slows when he looks at Mel. She makes him softer, agreeable, eager to sing her praises and lick her wounds.
It’s just a feeling he’d rather not experience while his wife is next to him.
His children had run to her. Tanner and Penny love Mel, a fact that Abby was not previously aware of. Langdon knew from the look on her face that they would be getting into an argument at home after this.
And that was before Tanner wanted ice cream.
“Mel,” his son pleaded, tugging on her fingers, “Can we go to the ice cream place we went last time, please, pleaseeee!”
Abby glares at him, “She’s even got a special nickname for you.”
“It’s just something she picked up from the kids, they say it all the time.”
“You’re their father, Langdon, of course they say it all the time. She should call you by your name. Frank? Or, how about Dr. Langdon?”
“That’s what she says at work.”
Abby bares her teeth sarcastically, “Oh yeah? So, she only calls you Daddy at home?”
Frank groans, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing. It’s a figure of speech.”
“That’s not what that fucking means, Langdon. She didn’t say it as a metaphor,” Abby snaps, “She said it like— like she was used to saying it.”
“Oh, I’m not sure,” Mel said. She looks up for Langdon’s approval, “Can we get ice cream after this, Daddy?”
Older Mel with a dress ✨
Prompt: Sparks @kingdonmicrofic | 500 words | Rated G | 4/31 | Good Omens (Angel/Demon) AU
It starts, as it will end, in a Garden.
“That didn’t go over well, did it?”
Mel turns—a demon stands next to her, his big, black wings stretching out in a glorious fashion. He looks familiar, but Mel can’t quite place him. Was it the Creation of the Universe? Or the Great War? Did they create a nebula together, or did they meet on the battlefield?
“What?” she asks, distracted.
“Didn’t go over well, did it?” he repeats with a smile.
It’s a charming smile, beautiful, but it sets her on edge. Demons are meant to be charming, to reel you in, manipulate you.
“No it didn’t,” she answers diplomatically. She’d been briefed on the mission—prepare Adam and Eve to leave the Garden—but she hadn’t expected a demon. Especially not a handsome one.
“Bit of an overreaction if you ask me,” he says, his strong wings shuddering. “I mean, what’s the problem with knowing the difference between Good and Evil anyway?”
“Well it must have been,” Mel answers, “or else you wouldn’t have tempted them into it.”
“It’s not very subtle,” he continues. “A big tree in the middle of the Garden with a “don’t touch” sign?”
“We’re not meant to understand God’s Plan. It’s Ineffable.”
“Ineffable?”
“Yes, it’s—” What was Archangel Gabriel’s wording? “—beyond understanding, and incapable of—”
“Didn’t you have a flaming sword?”
Mel’s eyes widen. “What?”
“What happened to it? Lost it already?”
“I gave it away,” she winces. “There are vicious animals out there, was I supposed to let Adam and Eve leave in just their leaves?”
The demon smiles.
“I hope I didn’t do the wrong thing.”
“It’d be funny if we both did the wrong thing, wouldn’t it?” he muses. “If I did the Good thing and you did the Bad one?”
The demon laughs, and it’s beautiful. His lips tug upwards, his cheeks go pink, his strong wings shake. Mel finds herself smiling at him, laughing with him. It’s easy to do, she finds herself wanting to join him, to experience it with him.
“No,” she says immediately, hastily frowning. She shouldn’t be laughing with him, shouldn’t be fraternizing with the enemy. “That wouldn’t be funny at all.”
The demon shrugs.
Mel hears a loud crack and looks up to see stormclouds—she’d forgotten that rain was being invented today. Rain hits her skin, and oh, was that what it felt like? Oh dear, now it’s getting on her robes—
The demon takes a small step closer to her and suddenly Mel is no longer wet, standing underneath a strong, black wing.
“I’m Frank.”
“Frank?” Mel repeats. That’s not very demonic, is it? “I’m Mel.”
A bright flash hits a tree off in the distance and sparks erupt.
“I think they called it lightning,” Frank says lightly.
“Lightning,” Mel repeats. “I like it.”
“I do too,” Frank smiles, and Mel tries not to fall into it.
With the way her heart starts beating faster, Mel’s not sure she’s very successful.
@kingdonmicrofic langdonmel, prompt: champagne, 470 words, infidelity
She’s outside by herself behind the hospital when he finds her at their spot. There’s a picnic bench out back they’d laid claim to during one of the many times they snuck away together. Something, they found, was very easy to do.
He walks up and kisses the top of her head, smiling when she jumps. Sitting down next to her, he sets the mini champagne bottles he’d snuck out from his locker onto the table.
“It sucks we had to work today, but I figured we could still celebrate,” he says, trailing his fingers up her leg.
Mel smiles at him but makes a face at the drinks.
“You know I can’t,” she says, confused, and he can’t help but feel heat course through him when she touches her stomach.
“It’s non-alcoholic, and there’s just enough for a toast,” he reasons.
“What if someone sees?”
“I thought you’d like that,” he teases, and watches her flush at the memories—Frank whispering in her ear, asking what people would think if they saw them like that, tangled up together. She always squeezed him so tightly when he did.
She takes one of the bottles and twists it open.
“I would, Frank, I really would,” she replies honestly, leveling him with a look that breaks his heart in two. He knows how much it bothers her that while he was away, she hadn’t made any friends, and since he came back it was just more of the same. Their coworkers may gossip about how close they are, how strange it is he’s been back almost a year and that ring’s still on his finger but clearly, Mel’s the one in his heart. But that’s it, really. Nobody really cares. Not the way Mel wants them to. He knows she wishes she mattered to them enough for it to be huge, a scandal that followed them forever, everyone shocked, but … they both seem to have faded to the background in everyone’s minds now, not people to be remarked upon anymore. He also knows, despite the guilt, that he likes it that way, hoping that she’s all his forever. If they were the only two people in the world, Frank thinks that would be just fine.
He scoots closer and puts a hand on her belly, rubbing gently. He can’t wait to feel her start to kick.
“Well, they’ll see soon,” he promises, twirling his ring. It barely fits—he lost a lot of weight in rehab (not that it fit right before, anyway) and despite Abby’s negging, won’t get it resized. It’s only temporary.
Mel nods and he wishes he could just scoop her up and hide her away, make her smile every single day and not let anyone else ruin that.
He lifts his bottle up and touches it to hers with a soft clink.
“Happy one year, baby.”
I made this for the ambulance bay but y’all can have it too.
I know I have strong feelings about this but curious about others
when a character in a book/movie/TV show has the same name as you, how do you feel?
it's always awesome!
it's awesome if I like the character
fully neutral
it's weird but ok if I like the character
hate it no matter what
uncommon name/no name/bald/vanilla extract
Pleaaaaaaase elaborate in the tags
@kingdonmicrofic • Day 5: Speech • 316/316 • Rated: G
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You think she’s gonna be okay?
Frank asked Al-Hashimi thinking she would know given their history. When she didn't, he followed Mel to the stairwell.
There, he found her slumped against the marble wall. At the risk of startling her, he sat an arm away from her on the same step. Proximity always helped, but he’d never seen Mel so stagnant.
“So, you doing alright?”
“It’s just been a—a day.”
“Yeah.” Frank nodded. “I figured you could use some company after Becca…”
“She'll be fine. It's a UTI so meds will clear it up.”
Frank hummed in agreement, watching her hands wring themselves red. He extended his hand and placed it in her lap, under her jittery ones.
Without any hesitation, Mel wrapped her fingers around his hand, kneading it the way she had done to her own.
They sat side by side for a few moments while Mel hummed something softly as she stared ahead. A song she heard on her morning commute or something she played in the background while she soaked in the bath after work.
There was a speech up his sleeve. He figured she needed his presence more than a pep talk though. Her edges still frayed, her mind still rushed, her shoulders still scrunched upward. It was best to simply be here with her than impart any wisdom.
Frank liked her like this. At peace even when their lives raged on outside the stairwell doors. The pressure around his hand loosened as Mel relaxed.
In her, he saw a plight he’d recognize anywhere. Loneliness. That conclusion found him while he spun his wedding band with his thumb away from her line of sight.
Anything Mel wanted, he'd give. He'd let her squeeze his hand blue if it satisfied her. If she simply wanted a friend, he'd be that too.
Funny, Frank thought. His cure had been here all along.
Anastasia Kingdon Au ✨
CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
The Pitt tweets treasure trove (Frank and Mel edition) 🚑 THE PITT 2.01 | 2.02
For about fifteen seconds there, we were actually playing tennis. And we understood each other completely. So did everyone watching. It's like we were in love. Or like we didn't exist. We went somewhere really beautiful together.
CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
Back on my Abby’s mom tries to dispatch of Frank bullshit:
Frank gets admitted to the PTMC with a benzo overdose one night. IV injection, apparently. Abby is there and she’s so mad at him they have to send her out of the room even while he’s still unconscious. They manage to stabilise him. And then it becomes a battle of character witnesses vs. the evidence.
Mel and Cassie, and shockingly even Trinity swear up and down he’s been clean (proven by weekly urine tests) and in no way backsliding mentally. He’s been steady, managing well, seeing specialists for his back and the PHP therapist for maintenance meetings.
The evidence says he relapsed. Cassie points out the dose would have been way too high and he’d have known that. So was it a suicide attempt? A last familiar high? Mel says he’d never want to go out this way. He wasn’t suicidal. She’s sure, they spend so much time together.
Trinity meanwhile is hounding Abby. “Where’s the vial? Why didn’t you bring it in?”
Abby didn’t see one, and besides she had other priorities when she found him.
“Okay we need you to go get it, we need to know if it’s a match for hospital inventory. Who is home with the kids?” Abby calls her mom who first claims there is no vial, he must have gotten rid of it before, but after Trinity tells her a hail mary lie about stability outside its container, she suddenly finds it after all. And so Abby’s mom comes in to bring the vial, and no the vial isn’t from the hospital. It’s from a hospital in… Abby’s mom’s hometown?
It takes some more investigating, but the picture is clear enough that when Frank wakes up to the news of “you’ve been admitted for an overdose” they’re at a point where they know it wasn’t his doing.
