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── 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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#about me (new version) !

pinkspaceranger

for @kingdonmicrofic day 12: gold | 499 words | ao3 | cw: infidelity

Dana was hosting one of her backyard dinners and Abby had been looking forward to it, having not visited Frank's work and seen everyone in ages.

Dana greeted Abby with a kiss on the cheek and patted Frank on the shoulder. Never one to stand in a corner all night, she introduced herself to those she didn't know and engaged in friendly small talk.

She was chatting with Cassie about raising kids when one of Frank's newer co-workers—a Dennis Whitaker—tripped and spilled some of his drink on a blonde with glasses, coincidentally the only person Abby hadn't interacted with yet.

"Mel! I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, Dennis! No harm done!" Mel replied with a reassuring look as she pulled her partially wet sweater away from her body. In a flash, her husband was by Mel's side with a handful of napkins. "Oh, thank you, Frank!" She beamed up at him before beginning to dab at her shirt.

"Honey, you should probably just take it off. I'll throw it in the washer for you," Dana said with a sympathetic smile.

Frank reached over to take Mel's glasses off for her, entering her personal space as if it were something he'd done a million times before. Abby's chest felt tight all of a sudden. Mel peeled off her sweater to reveal a sensible camisole, waving away Dennis' attempts to apologize.

Abby was about to resume her conversation—trying not to let one weird moment ruin her night—when she caught sight of what Mel had around her neck. As soon as she recognized it, she couldn't look away. It was a dainty gold necklace she and Frank had stumbled upon a couple months back while shopping. She had loved it at first glance; it was a little plain but so classic. She'd made a point to let him know her feelings towards it. He had similarly been mesmerized, tracing his fingers over it like it was something sacred. For about a month, she'd been convinced he had secretly bought it and was going to surprise her.

To see another woman wearing it made alarm bells go off in her head. And as easy as it would've been to delude herself into believing it was simply a coincidence, she couldn't do it.

"Abby? What—" Frank questioned as she dragged him into Dana's house.

"The necklace. Did you buy it for her? Answer me, yes or no." Her voice was low and controlled, quietly raging.

At least Frank had the decency to not pretend he didn't know who or what Abby was talking about, that would've been a slap in the face. His eyes looked everywhere but at her before confessing, "Yes."

And her entire world came crashing down with one word in the living room of one of her husband's co-workers while the woman he was cheating with stood right outside, not a care in the world that she was wearing a necklace bought for her by a married man.

#kingdon

angstykingdonaugust

There are three weeks left until the start of Angsty Kingdon August! Keep creating! We can’t wait to finally see what everyone is working on.

samwitcch

princess sydney!!

#sydney adamu #the bear #cutie bear with TWO STARS

that one mel/frank/shen challengers edit has done unspeakable damage to my brain

#what if wrote something challengers inspired #please let them have another scene in s3

sea-poppy

☆✷✧✸☆

#free #florence + the machine #YESSSSSS

sayspeaknow

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard / light pink sky, up on the roof / give me the blues and then purple-pink skies / cheeks pink in the twinkling lights / summertime spritz, pink skies

zzp3r0-v1n3yzz

i miss challengers so bad can they remake it every year with the exact same cast and plot but make it a different sport every time

romulusthewolf

god smut is so hard to write.

first you gotta do the build up and then the actual fucking and the fucking is pretty easy but you never know how long the fucking should last, and eventually you're like "okay I'm tired of this" so the characters cum, but you're not done yet because you can't just end it at "he fucking nutted everywhere" you gotta keep going, and the characters have to chat a little or cry or think about how horrible they are or something and then you kinda don't know when to end that either so now you're 2k words in and you might have put too much self hatred and not enough sucking dick. so you wrap it up, and think well it's done now.

or sometimes you have it all perfect in your mind and you knock the whole thing out in 2 to 3 hours.

ellewluvr

kingdon firework burger. Who hungry

#kingdon

sabrinagifs

SABRINA CARPENTER performing 'Don't Smile' | Lollapalooza Chile (March 13, 2026) ©

#sabrina carpenter

stellectrics

Consider this, 'cause this is it As a kind of requiem.

#project hail mary

spiriteddesire

He was the only one that was curious about her. It's almost a year now, and still, he's the only one that still tries with her.

#the way he leans forward to glance at her phone #kingdon

kmsk8r

@kingdonmicrofic day 12: gold | 340/340 | rating: g

Becca sniffled in the bed across the room, breathing still uneven with upset, even in sleep. In her own bed, Mel snuggled into her mom’s side, blinking back tears that never seemed to fall with an audience. Her mother smoothed down her hair, tugging once on her earlobe, thumb firmly pressed against the gold studs that were still slightly tender from when she got them pierced five months ago. She winced, but didn’t whimper.

You’re always so quiet, her mother whispered. We never have to worry about you.

Her backpack straps dug into her shoulder, shifting uncomfortably in her BIO 313 professor’s office. The bags under her eyes keep growing these days, never enough time in the day for sleep on top of school and Becca and life. With the funeral, she had to miss a week of lectures, too physically exhausted to drive to campus from the apartment that still smelled of her mother’s perfume. It’s understandable why her performance on the midterm was underwhelming. All Dr. Stark had to offer was a bittersweet smile and a knowing look.

You’re a smart kid, he waved off. We never have to worry about you.

Six months into working in Pittsburgh, Mel felt like she was drowning. She worked and slept and worked and slept and nothing else. Every week, she and Becca watched Elf and every week, she’d listen intently to the social dynamics of Middle Hill, living vicariously through her sister’s complex web of friendships to fill the void that she didn’t know she had until a fateful September day. Sometimes, she’d slip up — miss a chart or forget to put in an order. Little things, to see if anyone would notice.

You’re one of our best, Dr. King, Robby assured her instead. We never have to worry about you.

“You really don’t have to do this for me, Frank,” Mel said, hugging her middle tight.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, but you really don’t have to worry about me.”

Frank frowned.

“I always worry about you, Mel.”

#kingdon