bring the bass back

my love, your love, your time machine.

[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.

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[alysonafterdark]

Day 8-Midnight | Exact WC 323 | ao3 | @kingdonmicrofic

10:24 PM

Frank stepped through the doors, his eyes scanning the crowd of unfamiliar faces for the one that forced him to come.

“I’ll go if you go,” Mel had told him at the nurses station after Princess invited them.

Maybe forced was an exaggeration.

He sighed when his eyes landed on her.

“Mel,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She startled slightly, turning towards him with wide eyes that quickly softened.

“Frank,” she mused, pulling one of her airpods out.

10:47 PM

“Do you want another?” Frank asked over the sound of Trinity cheering on Dennis’s shotgun.

If that's what you want to call whatever that was.

“Yes please,” she hummed, “thank you.”

11:28 PM

“So, Melodious,” Trinity yelled over the music, “who’s gonna be your new years kiss?”

Mel bent over as she coughed aggressively, trying to clear her lungs of the bubbling soda.

11:45 PM

“You okay, Mel?” Frank asked, placing his hand on the small of her back as her hands twisted tightly in front of her. She leaned into it, warm even through the thick wool of her sweater.

“Yeah,” she choked, her throat tight.

Frank looked at her like he could see right through her.

11:55 PM

The bar had grown increasingly loud, and excruciatingly packed.

“Let’s get some air,” Frank ducked his head down to whisper in her ear.

She just nodded, taking the hand that he offered.

Frank’s head swarmed with the conversation they’d had a few days ago. About how Mel had never had a truly meaningful New Years kiss.

11:59 PM

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. He reached down and grabbed her hand once more, intertwining their fingers.

She looked at him, the sound of the crowded bar counting down streaming through the open doors.

“3…”

“Frank?”

“2…”

“Yeah?”

“1…”

“Kiss me?”

“Happy New Year!”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[kingdonspirits]

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 8: Midnight • 323/323 • Rated: E

CW: implied eating disorder, infidelity

inspired by this ask :)

•••

At 11:36pm, with a crinkly take-out bag in tow, Frank knocked on Mel's door. She swung it open in her pyjamas, freshly risen from her bed.

He headed for the kitchen. “You haven't eaten; I can tell. What did we say about dinner, Mel?”

“That I should eat it regularly.” Mel frowned but he was already searching for plates for the shawarma. “Frank, you don't have to do that. Especially today.”

"Not letting you sleep on an empty stomach.”

“I’ll eat a big breakfast.”

“It’s impossible to get you to eat a little breakfast.”

"I’ll be fine.” Still, Mel insisted on the other thing. “And you should be with your family—”

“— I am.”

He heard her plop on her couch, humming disapprovingly. “Your real family.”

Frank ditched the food to follow her. Their agreement, though temporary, was hard on her.

But her hands stopped wringing once he put his over them, her bottom lip stopped quivering once he put it between his, her body forgot the guilt once he pulled it atop his.

By 11:49, their clothes landed around her living room except his white shirt (a gift he received from his kids earlier that day). He took it off his body and put it on Mel's bare one, letting it engulf her.

And within minutes, her hips rocked in his lap as his cock drilled deeper. Mel groaned when Frank’s mouth enveloped her stiff nipple over the fabric of his new shirt. He was always too eager to ruin a new thing by running his tongue all over it. This gift was different though. Frank moved to the other nipple, and over the text on the “World’s Best Dad” shirt, he sucked hard enough to make Mel squeal.

Seconds before the clock struck midnight on Father’s Day, the pleasure rippled through Mel's body. Frank muttered in her ear, low and gruff: “I promise you're the only family I need, sweetheart.”

[nenedotjpg]

thinking of you

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic july 8, midnight (wc: 496/323) cw: infidelity, freak4freak behavior explicit

He only calls after midnight.

The first time, she thinks it’s a mistake. She says Hello? twice and then Dr. Langdon? once and when he doesn’t respond, she hangs up. She mentions it at work the next day, and he isn’t looking her in the eyes when he says “Huh,” and changes the subject. 

The second time, she only says hello once, and then waits with the phone pressed hard to her ear. There’s nothing - then a deep, quiet inhale. She thinks she would have known it was him even without the caller ID. She can visualize him: his drawn-out breaths, his mouth hanging open, probably laying in bed with his back to his wife. 

She doesn’t know why he does this, and she doesn’t ask. Now, when he calls, she says nothing at all. 

It’s mostly breathing. But sometimes - sometimes, he makes little sounds. Tonight, he startles her: she thinks he’s crying. It’s a shallow whimper, something desperate sounding. But then, right as she’s about to ask if he’s okay, he makes a low-pitched, filthy moaning sound. 

It’s suddenly, marvelously clear: he’s touching himself. 

“Oh!” Mel squeaks, surprised. 

“Ah - ah, fuck,” he whines. 

She can really hear him now. For the first time, Mel can hear the wet pumping sound of his hand on his cock. His groans crackle down the line, into her ear, through her entire body. She wonders if he’s done this every time that he’s called, and if he has, why he’s being so much louder about it now.

She presses her thighs together and squeezes her eyes shut. They won’t ever talk about this - they never do. So she slips a hand under the waistband of her sleep shorts. 

She has two fingers on her clit for maybe five seconds before she’s mewling. He’s grunting in her ear and she’s rubbing circles, her hips rolling, her fingertips getting wetter. Maybe he can hear it, the slick sound of her teasing. 

He’s never spoken aloud on one of these calls before, but he’s full of words now: “Oh, yeah, God, Mel, fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

She doesn’t know if he’s in bed with his sleeping wife, or if he’s cooped up in his bathroom, or if he went out to sit in his car. She doesn’t care. Right now, he’s with her. 

“Are you - can you - I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come,” he says, his voice hoarse. He lets out one loud gasp, and then goes silent. Or maybe Mel just can’t hear him for the way she cries out, the way her head goes fuzzy and her whole body trembles. 

By the time she stops shaking, he’s hung up. 

In the light of day, Mel thinks that maybe she imagined the entire thing. Then they’re weighing their options on a treatment plan and she says, “It’s your call,” and he startles. 

When he calls her later, she’s already got one hand under the covers and the other on her phone.

[sentrysvoid]

Paramore Decode | 2008

[moonriase]

@thepittmonth: Week 2  relationships, friendships, and dynamics

(some of) my favorite dynamics...but i predictably gave them ridiculous nicknames that could double as band names

[mermaidrobby]

[redbelles]

"I remember, growin' up, at night, my dad would sit in the kitchen with all the lights out, and he'd wait for me to come in. And he'd sit there and drink, and I'd stand in the driveway and I'd look in through the screen door and I could see the light of the cigarette, and then I'd rush up on the porch and try to get by him, and he'd always call me back. And it was like he was always... always angry. Always mad. He'd be sittin' there thinkin' about everything that he wasn't ever gonna have, until... until he'd get me thinkin' like that too. And I'd lay up in my bed, at night, I'd be starin' at the ceiling, and I'd feel like if somethin' didn't happen, if somethin' didn't happen soon, it felt like I was just gonna... like someday, like I was just gonna..."

I'M ON FIRE Bruce Springsteen ★ Paris, 1985

[pghumfort]

In S3, Langdon says he has somewhere to go after work, and either Ellis or Santos ask “Where? The ‘Most Divorced Man in Pittsburgh’ contest?” while pointing at his beard.

[mermaidrobby]

[mjpens]

Some samira mohan angst

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic july 7, karaoke (wc: 474/420)

That Monday, nothing is different.

Mel had thought maybe it would be - it had been kind of Santos to invite her to karaoke, and Mel thought they had fun screaming that Alanis Morrisette song together. 

But it’s like it never happened. Santos is as bristly as ever, and when Mel floats the idea of getting some more of those chili fries they had the other night, she just says, "Yeah, no, I drank way too much. Not doing that again.” She doesn't even bother looking up from her computer screen. 

2. Javadi and Whitaker share a look, and Mel catches it, which makes her wonder if there have been times when she hasn’t.

She's been talking for a while, and sure, she's talking fast, and yeah, her hands are twisting - and Javadi's eyes slide to Whitaker and Whitaker's eyebrows go up, just a little.

Mel knows what that means. 

3. She’d thought she might have better luck with Cassie, who is always nice to her.

But: "Oh - no, I can't," she says, before Mel has even finished asking if she’d like to go check out that new bookstore across the street. "I've got Harrison."

"Right," Mel says. "Of course."

"Rain check," Cassie says, and she squeezes Mel's arm on her way past.

Cassie does have a kid. That's a real reason. It's just that the no came so fast.

4. Robby comes back from sabbatical smiling and saying good morning to everyone, and Mel is glad to see him. 

But he’s more closed off than before, somehow. She tells him about the most interesting case she worked while he was gone but his eyes are somewhere beyond her and he doesn’t react to the parts of the story that she thought he would. 

She trails off and he claps her on the shoulder and says, "Good stuff.”

5. Frank has been getting happier every day.

It’s not, like, completely linear - he still gets frustrated sometimes, and he really doesn’t enjoy a few of the people they work with, but all things considered his mood has been trending upwards. 

They’re at the lockers and she’s taking her hair down. She's talking and he’s really listening, laughing and frowning in turn at all the right bits. She combs her fingers through her braid, and then fiddles with her hair tie after it’s all come loose.

"Hey" he says, looking at the maroon elastic between her fingers. "Could I have that? Sorry. That's weird. I just-“

"Sure," she says. He used to wear a black one on his wrist, for a few weeks after he came back to work, but he must have lost it. She would have given him one of hers sooner, if he’d asked.

She hands it over, and he just holds it for a second. Then he slips it onto his wrist and pushes it up, snug against his black beaded bracelet.

He’s pleased: “Hey, thanks. It’ll be nice to always have a bit of you around, you know?”

[thestargazerlily]

@kingdonmicrofic day 7: karaoke ✴︎ 420/420 words ✴︎ warning: mentions of alcohol

First Saturday of the month is karaoke day. After You Oughta Know on the Fourth, the girls settled on a schedule.

Since then, Mel got a taste for vodka cranberries and dancing her heart out on stage. With enough encouragement, she even went up by herself.

When Trinity posts a clip of Mel singing Starships, word gets around.

Colorful lights dance across the sticky floor. It's happy hour, and Mel twists the straw of her Pink Martini. They've got company tonight: McKay is giving her best Shania Twain performance; Victoria watches, mouth hanging open.

Trinity returns from the bathroom. "You're up in five."

"What'd you pick?"

"Surprise."

To spice things up, they've been choosing songs for each other. Mel hopes Trin will go easy on her since the house is full and their coworkers are here. Trin checks her phone for the dozenth time.

"She's not coming?" Mel asks carefully.

"Nah. Whatever…" Trin nods at the door; Al-Hashimi and Samira step in through the purple beaded curtain.

Mel hopes for no other familiar faces. It's one thing to let loose with just Trin watching, but entirely different with her superiors around. She takes a big sip of her cocktail as McKay finishes.

The stage is right up at the round tables, but the lights are so blinding, the faces are just blurry bits. Mel recognizes the song from the first beat.

"I feel like fallin' in love, I'm in the mood to fuck somethin' up." CUFF IT. Beyoncé.

Mel nods to Trin, takes the mic and finds her rhythm. The song's on her shower playlist, she knows it inside out. Her braid sways, her shirt rides up her stomach a little when she moves her hips. Whenever she's up, she feels cool. Sexy.

Third verse's the best.

"Hypersonic, sex erotic, on my body, boy, you got it."

Emersed in her dance routine, Mel throws a glance at the bar, and is met by piercing blue eyes. She looks away, turns, keeps going — too far gone to stop now. Plus, they're not a work. She can be whatever.

"Hit them 'draulics while I ride it, got me actin' hella thotty."

Another look. Langdon, clutching a beer, mouth half open. Why are his arms this sexy? The vodka starts hitting.

She stares back, dance moves bordering on inappropriate. "Oh, baby, anywhere, anytime, I don't mind."

In one minute, the song'll end.

In five, she'll excuse herself to go outside.

In ten, he'll kiss her up against the wall in the side street.

[billgavemeextrachips]

Imagine Rocky and the Twelfth Doctor bonding over their "duty of care" towards their human traveling companions. These fragile, short-lived creatures, sometimes grumpy and stupid, sometimes brilliant and kind, sometimes brave to the point of sheer recklessness. It can be hard work just to keep them from accidentally killing themselves. They're not trained astronauts- they're just schoolteachers, for pity's sake!

But after working with them to save multiple worlds, both aliens are devoted to their human companions, down to the very depths of their being. And they know their humans feel the same.

[snugbug27]

FRANK LANGDON + HANDS - The Pitt (2025-)

[rosenfinchzz]

Anastasia Kingdon Au pt 2 ✨