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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[thestargazerlily]

kingdon microfic and the pitt au-gust and angsty kingdon august

[alltoowsll]

“I’m always going to be a hopeless romantic. Always”.

[alysonafterdark]

Day 9-Gift | Exact WC 446 | ao3 | @kingdonmicrofic

Mel sat on the itchy carpet of the family room, scratchy polyester digging into her thighs as she rocked back and forth.

The Christmas tree filled the room with a warm glow. The angel at the top shining on the ceiling, the fireplace crackling behind them.

“And this one,” her dad grunted as he leaned down, grabbing the last box from under the tree, wrapped in pretty paper with a sparkly ribbon, “is for Mellie, from all of us.”

She looked up at her dad’s warm smile, her eyes wide and full of anticipation.

This one looked extra special.

“Go on, Mel,” Becca exclaimed, “open it, open it!”

She slowly untied the ribbon, no doubt tied by her mother, who was watching her now with a knowing smile, sipping from the coffee cup in her hand.

The paper came next, trying her best to stick to just pulling off the tape. Her mom reused the same wrapping paper every year, so they tried their best to keep it in tact. 

She folded the paper back, unearthing a small velvet box.

Her heart fluttered as she flipped it open, revealing a small gold pair of horseshoe earrings.

“For our lucky charm,” her mom whispered, ducking down to place a kiss to the top of her head.

Mel couldn’t stop the tears that welled in her eyes. She was always told she was so “emotionally mature” for her age. 

They said it like it was a good thing.

In all reality, it was debilitating.

Mel sat on the soft rug of Frank’s living room, her hands brushing against the shag as she hummed in tune with the Christmas music floating through the air.

Their Christmas tree was small, but it was more than good enough for them.

“Alright,” Frank sighed, meeting her eyes with a look that told her this one was extra special, “last one.”

It was a rectangular box, wrapped—not so neatly—in pretty paper with a stick on ribbon placed in the center. 

“Open it,” Frank whined, “or I will.”

She ripped the bow off, sticking it to his forehead.

He left it there, laughing as he watched her slowly peel the wrapping paper off, somehow leaving it perfectly intact.

Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of the velvet box.

Her hand came up to cover her mouth, her breath catching in her throat when she caught sight of the gold horseshoe necklace inside.

“For my lucky charm,” Frank whispered.

She didn’t say anything. 

She just launched herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she let her tears fall freely, soaking his shirt as he rubbed circles between her shoulder blades.

[kingdonmicrofic]

[thestargazerlily]

[herzgestolper]

✨️✨️sagte er ohne weitere Erläuterung✨️✨️

[mermaidrobby]

[kingdonspirits]

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 9: Gift • 446/446 • Rated: M

CW: hand kink, improper use of medical gloves

stole this idea straight from @morgadec's brilliant mind :)

•••

The idea took form over several weeks of watching Dr. Langdon intently, specifically his hands in extra large blue nitrile gloves. For weeks now, Mel had searched for the perfect present—a birthday present for herself and an early Valentine's present for him—and this was near perfect. It also happened to be cost efficient (completely free and available by the bucketload at her workplace).

Before her shift ended, Mel nicked an extra pair of the gloves in Dr. Langdon’s size. She followed the rest of her usual routine—finished her charts, transferred her patients, said her goodbyes, and thanked Dr. Langdon for the ride home.

An hour ticked by before she texted him, summoning him to her apartment. And once he arrived, she kissed his freshly shaved face until he nearly toppled over on their way to her bedroom. She wanted to make good use of the circumstances.

“Wait, put these on.” Giddy, Mel fished around her workbag for the gloves and presented them to him. “We can play doctor again.”

“Right on, Doctor King.”

That was all it took to watch him stretch the blue gloves around hands. His hands looked nearly as good as what she had in mind for weeks now—his lengthy digits, his tendons, his prominent knuckles, his protruding ring—and for weeks, she wanted to get her mouth on them. And boy oh boy, when his gloves were wet from ice bath water after handling an overheated patient, every detail of Dr. Landon’s hand was delectably visible.

The hunger brought her lips closer and closer to his hands. Mel gripped his left hand by the wrist and let his right hand roam her skin just as she wanted Dr. Langdon's hands to. She kissed his fingertips one by one, then took his index and middle fingers in her mouth knuckle by knuckle as she sucked. Blue flashes of Dr. Langdon’s hands ran through her mind as she moaned around his digits—how his hands expertly navigated human anatomy, how they fit so perfectly around Mel's waist, how they felt on her skin even with the nitrile barrier.

Get ‘em nice and wet, sweetheart, look at you go.

Mel heard his words in her mind. That was when she led his other hand inside her scrub pants, beneath her panties, and inside her slicked cunt. God, they felt as good as she hoped.

As she sucked to her heart's content and felt the pressure build deep inside, she fantasized the fingers pressing inside of her were Dr. Langdon's instead of her boyfriend's. Mel allowed herself this act of indulgence as a substitute for the real thing. A perfect birthday gift!

[kingdonmicrofic]

[the-pitt-au-gust]

Welcome to The Pitt AUgust (August Alternate Universe Prompt Event) 2026!!

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[ironcharliee]

Prompt: Gift @kingdonmicrofic | 500 words | Rated G | 9/31 | Good Omens (Angel/Demon) AU (this takes place in the Good Omens universe, no need to read beforehand, but it does help!)

“I thought you said we’d be inconspicuous here?” Frank asks.

“To be or not to be…” 

“We are,” Mel assures him.

“That is the question—”

“This isn’t one of the gloomy ones, is it?” Frank complains. “No wonder no one’s here.” 

The theater is rather deserted. She can see Shakespeare in the corner, nervously biting his thumb, looking over the crowd of twenty people scattered around the Globe. 

“You wanted something,” Mel points out, “and this is the perfect place to talk.” 

“I prefer the funny ones,” Frank says lightly, clasping his hands around his back. His tunic stretches with the movement, putting emphasis on his broad shoulders, his small waist. 

Mel quite likes the fashion of this time. She’s seen him in all sorts of ways now, after thousands of years of running into each other unexpectedly. The full plate armor was rather funny—he could barely see out of the helmet, and watching him walk straight into a tree made her laugh for at least forty years. Her favorite look might have been the skirts Frank sported in Italy during the Renaissance. Frank went by Francesca then, and her long hair was beautiful, her countenance the envy of all and the subject of many a painting.

Mel found herself jealous. Well, jealous, and also something else, something hot and bubbling in her gut that hadn’t gone away until she’d left Italy (and Francesca) behind entirely. 

“What do you want?” Mel asks. “I have to be in Edinburgh next week for a few miracles.”

“I also have to be in Edinburgh next week.” 

Mel rolls her eyes. “We can’t keep doing this, Frank.” 

“Why not?” 

“If Hell finds out that we’ve been…” Mel looks around—no one’s in the vicinity, but you can never be too careful—“fraternizing, who knows what they’ll do.” 

“It just seems a waste, both of us going up to Scotland,” he complains, adjusting his shoulders again. Mel wonders if he hasn’t had the time recently to spread his wings. She certainly gets restless when she hasn’t had the opportunity to stretch out. 

She’d like to see it, she thinks. Hasn’t seen his wings since Eden, and they were glorious. Big and strong and protective—

“We’ve done it before,” Frank continues, “Heaven and Hell don’t care how things get done, they just care that they do.” 

That is true. He’s taken a handful of her miracles when she’s wanted to go to France and subsist on nothing but crepes, and she’d taken his miracles when he’d wanted to nap for a quick decade. 

“Fine,” she agrees. “You owe me.” 

“...and lose the name of action.” 

The theater is silent as the soliloquy ends, and Shakespeare groans loudly from across the theater. “It would take a miracle for anyone to come and see Hamlet.” 

Mel looks up at Frank with an expectant smile, and he groans. 

“Fine, angel,” he agrees, snapping his fingers, and miraculously, people start piling in from every entrance. “My gift to you.”

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic july 9, gift (wc: 378/446)

He and Abby have a huge, blow-out fight over the air fryer. 

Mel had bought it for his birthday. She spent more money than she should have, and the thing is enormous. The box was too big to bring into the hospital, so they walked out to her car after work, and she popped the trunk with a ‘Ta-da!’

Frank already has an air fryer. He and Abby have a Breville at home, dual basket, top of the line from Williams Sonoma three Christmases ago. Mel doesn't know that, though - she only knows that he complains about the breakroom microwave and that he’s always ordering in crispy, fried chicken wings for lunch. 

He couldn’t think of a good reason to tell her. She was smiling so wide.

Abby's having none of it. Who buys a coworker an air fryer, she wants to know. Who is this woman? They already have one, a much nicer one, and there’s a gift receipt from Walmart so they can take it back for store credit, easy, done. 

He says it was a nice gesture. He wants to keep it. It’s deeper but thinner and they could use the extra counter space.

They fight about it for an hour or so and the fight stops being about the air fryer somewhere in there, the way these things do. They end up compromising, because they’ve been practicing that in marriage counseling. Mel’s air fryer goes down to the basement, unopened, stuffed in with all the holiday decorations. The Breville stays on the counter, the first thing you see when you enter the kitchen.

He tells Mel the fryer changed his life. She lights up and asks if he's tried the dehydrator setting yet, and he says yeah, that’s his favorite. Nobody at work teases him about the obvious lies. Nobody at work even notices.

Two years later he's loading the U-Haul on his own while Abby watches. He takes almost nothing. He doesn’t give a fuck. 

But Mel’s air fryer comes up from the basement still sealed, gift receipt still taped to the side. He sets it on the front seat next to him, belts it in so it doesn’t slide forward and tip over on the drive.

Mel's already at the new house when he pulls up. She’s smiling so wide.

[mell-king]

I don’t care what any of them say about kingdon UNTIL they throw out the bullshit sibling garbage. Noah uses it like a “gotcha”. As if we’re sick and crazy for shipping it and will stop when he says the infuriating magic word. You know what Noah, it’s sick and crazy that you think the way they interact is sibling like. Becca literally told Frank Mel likes him and says a lot of nice things about him. I don’t know any siblings that would gush about each other like that for 10 MONTHS

[thestargazerlily]

we moved some stuff in my office and now there's a couch right behind my desk and my boss keeps sitting there doing nothing on his phone

[rosenfinchzz]

Morning routine ☀️

Coffee for him, Tea for her! (Omg I'm in love with his new look)

[nervousgazes]

today is a day that god is looking brightly upon us kingdon nation first pdeardz emmy noms then video celebration then langdon s3 outfit reveal then NO RING!!!!!!! then pball posting langdonmel still on his story then pball interview quotes everything is amazing and wonderful. Days not even over yet keep it coming

[nervousgazes]

and ANOTHA ‼️PBALL COMMENT ON TDEARDZ PHOTO literally feels like the divine blessing

[nervousgazes]

have you noticed that when god blesses you, the devil always comes around. That explains the new ring pics. But I will not let the devils energy impact me. Because god has blessed kingdon nation abundantly. Amen

[brainrot61]

[brainrot61]

🫩

[tvgremlin]

At least the bracelets back…

[lunarfuneral]

new beaded bracelet that mel made for daddy

[audreyvoilax]

Season 2 babies (pretending I never saw that shot with the ring)