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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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CHALLENGERS (2024, dir. Luca Guadagnino)
Good night, good night, my fallen star. I guess you're right. You always are. I know you're right about the blues. You live some life you'd never choose.
CHALLENGERS 2024, dir. Luca Guadagnino
He's ready to be dead. And you're starting to realize you might not want to be buried with him, because who is he to you if he's not playing tennis?
I love you. I know.
CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
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. by Luca Guadagnino
ZENDAYA, JOSH O'CONNOR and MIKE FAIST in CHALLENGERS (2024, dir. Luca Guadagnino)
CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
Fuckin' snake! Honestly, I'm proud of you. I'd be doing the same thing.
Zendaya as Tashi Duncan in CHALLENGERS (2024)
What am I, Jesus? ZENDAYA as TASHI DUNCAN CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
@kingdonmicrofic day 1: confetti my first time posting anything I've written in over two years... please be nice to me wc: 500 (!!) | rated g also read on ao3!
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It was one of the more... absurd cases that the day shift staff had dealt with in a while.
To cut a long story short, for this woman’s fortieth birthday, her sister had flown in from Spain to surprise her. The plan had been for her to jump out of an oversized birthday cake prop, but the person who ordered said prop had failed to mention that it came with built-in confetti cannons, which had gone off just as the surprise was supposed to happen. The rest of the story wrote itself, really.
They’d been finding confetti for the rest of the day. In the most random places, as well. Underneath a phone in the hub. Stuck to the bottom of an eye wash station. Caught in a privacy curtain.
Mel had never been so relieved to have finished a shift.
“I hope I never see another piece of confetti again after that...” She lamented to Frank as they drove home.
Thankfully, the excellent custodial staff had kept the ER a confetti-free zone from that point on. Freedom lasted approximately four days.
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“Babe, what are you doing? We gotta go...” Frank found Mel in the laundry room of their new house, frantically searching through their dryer.
“None of my t-shirts are clean.” Mel fretted, eventually pulling out an appropriate cream cotton shirt. “We’ve been so busy sorting out the house that neither of us have actually had a chance to do any laundry.”
It was true. Frank was on day two of the same shirt, wearing enough deodorant to successfuly smother the vaguely musty scent it had accumulated. They’d been in their new place for a week, and the laundry Mel was sifting through had been the first load they’d done in the new machine.
“Ok.” Mel said breathily, smoothing down the creases in her t-shirt. “Ready.”
Something on the collar of her t-shirt caught Frank's eye. Was that- silver? God, it was a piece of confetti, identical to the kind that the surprise cake lady had come covered in.
Mel was going to freak when she realised it had made it home with them.
“Wait just a second. Don’t move a muscle.” Frank whispered to her, taking tentative steps towards her like it was a spider on her shirt instead of an innoccuous piece of confetti. He reached a gentle hand over and gently removed it from her neckline. “There. All good.”
Mel looked down, horror spreading across her face as she watched the tiny silver piece of plastic fall to the floor. “Jesus christ, is that confetti?”
“It’s fine. No need to worry about it.”
But Mel was already on a warpath. She picked up the offensive confetti and marched it over to the large trash can in the kitchen, burying it deep to stop any chance of it escaping back into the house.
“No. Now there’s no need to worry about it.”
God, Frank was falling more and more in love with living with Mel every day.
Day 2: Champagne.
@kingdonmicrofic July challenge.
158 words.
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‘Did we have to come to this?’ Yolanda plonked herself into the chair. Frank watched as not a single drop of champagne spilled out of her flute. He sat with his possibly grape juice? Management did not pay anything for the non alcoholic versions. It’d be fine if they paid for fucking security.
Frank shoved the glass away. ‘Dr Al’s face said no.’ Yolanda nodded slowly. Frown on her face. Clearly on the outs with Santos.
‘Did you know the pressure inside a champagne bottle can be up to three times higher than the pressure in a car tire?’ Yolanda glared at his fact.
‘Can you please just fuck King? I already got the champagne facts 101. Starting with the fact that this shit-’ Flute waggled dangerously in front of his face ‘-Isn’t actually champagne. Fuck like crazy nerds already.’ Frank glanced over at a slightly tispy Mel. The rich purple dress begging to be on his floor.
Day 2-Champagne | Exact WC 158 | @kingdonmicrofic
“So you’re not attracted to Dr. Langdon,” Samira asked, earning a head shake from Mel, “at all?”
“No,” Mel shrugged, “I think we have the potential to be attracted to each other, but we’re not.”
Samira’s eyebrows lifted and scrunched together, “Mel,” she laughed, “do you seriously not realize how that sounds?”
Mel’s head tipped down as she groaned, “We’re just friends, Samira.”
“Sure, Mel,” Samira breathed, scooting her chair back and standing to leave, “whatever helps you both sleep at night.”
Mel’s eyes locked on Frank, who was making his way towards her, a flute of champagne in each hand.
“I’m glad you could make it,” he said, smiling as he held one of the bubbling glasses out to her, “you look very nice.”
Their fingers grazed as Mel grabbed the glass from his hand, a blush spreading across her cheeks and a chill through her body.
“Thank you,” she said, “you look very nice as well.”
