Angel

Angel (she/her) 20 Ao3: debutante_gurl Creator and host of the Kingdon Radio Hour podcast

[kingdonradiohour]

The new episode of Kingdon Radio Hour is up!! You can listen on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and YouTube! This is my ninth episode (!!) and will be one of two episodes released this week- as I have something incredibly special coming later in the week… 🥑🌙

This is also the first post made on the official Kingdon Radio Hour blog!! Ahh!! It’s been a long time coming but I’m excited to finally give this pod its own space! You can now direct your asks/questions/comments here!! 💜

Thank you for all the love and support these past few weeks- this podcast is nothing without you and I adore you all!! 💜🫶

Thank you to @nameless-ken for creating the header and @alysonafterdark for creating the logo!!

[tvgremlin]

Kingdon Radio Hour has its own blog now guys!! Ahh!!

[rosenfinchzz]

My kind of woman 🎶

[pocketsope]

currently drunk and crying about kingdon

[alissiaaaa00]

i’ve never been this desperate for a ship to go canon omg kingdon do you even know what you’ve done to me like theres no going back i love them too much and i need them together in every universe

[pocketsope]

not only Dana’s whole conversation in the staircase with Mel in S2 the most neurotypical response you can give to a neurodivergent woman who is feeling like shit, but it’s there to truly show that even the people which the show has shown to be sympathetic and have good intentions; still doesn’t compare to how Langdon is the only one in that fucking hospital that understands her and is making the effort to do so. I guess people get shocked by it because it’s a man out of everybody who makes her comfortable and feel seen, but also; you shouldn’t be surprised by this because the show is literally telling you how much they care and understand each other

[tvgremlin]

I’m a HATER of the Dana scene for every reason you said above OP. She truly fails to understand the depth of Mels hurt, something only Frank has managed to do up until now. It’s also why I get so frustrated when people say Mel has friends outside of Frank, because she doesn’t. Everyone else fails to see her in the way Frank does!!!

[haggravated-lassault]

Robby seeing Dennis everywhere during his sabbatical

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

The signs got robby acting like

[tackycardiaa]

Day 17: Crowd

@kingdonmicrofic - july 17 - wc: 225 - cw: mature

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Frank's pinky is resting against Mel's thigh--Mel's exposed thigh--and she is not moving away.

She wears shorts to the PTMC's softball game, just like every other person around them, but this is Mel, who, until now, he's only seen in scrub pants. While his hand habitually presses into her back at work whenever he squeezes past her, a clothed barrier always prevented any heat from heading south. So this is the first actual touch of her skin that he feels he doesn't have a right to, and she's still letting him, trusting him, the thought of which only makes him harder, like he's some damn pervert, and--

"Langdon, you're up," Robby grunts.

Oh, he's up alright. How the hell is he supposed to stand right now? There's so many people waiting out in the bleachers, a majority of whom he needs to impress if he has any hopes of getting an attending position someday.

Mel suddenly shifts and points her knees towards him, which slides multiple of his fingers to an even higher spot on the back of her thigh, right at the edge of her shorts. He's--he's basically touching her ass--

"Batter up!" she pipes at him with a giggle.

He strikes out with a full erection shoved into the waistband of his pants. The crowd does not go wild.

[kingdoncrumbs]

[stemelwithme]

@kingdonmicrofic day 17: crowd - 499/317 (lol) - no warnings

Frank can feel someone’s eyes on him as soon as he wakes.

It’s not the familiar weight of Tanner and Penny’s attention as they crowd his bed, negotiating about the day as soon as the light on their clock switches from yellow to green.

When he opens his eyes, he’s confused to see a canopy of leaves above him, early morning sunlight filtering through the branches. It takes him a minute, but he gets there: he and Mel are camping.

It’s something she’d never done before, so they’d added to their “figuring out what we like” list. Frank’s been camping up and down the Blue Ridge Mountains his whole life, so he’d taken lead on logistics for once, planning a simple overnight at Raccoon Creek State Park.

Privately, he thought camping was likely to join ceramics and lifting on the “not for Mel” list, but she’d been petty gung ho about it. She loved setting up the tent, but her spirits faltered when he put up his hammock and threw his sleeping bag into it.

“You’re not…sleeping in the tent?” she’d asked, frowning.

“Nah, I always like sleeping outside when I can. Plus, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable about sharing.”

She’d accepted it, but her energy seemed lower the rest of the afternoon and evening as they hiked out to see the waterfall and stuck their feet in the lake. She didn’t say anything, but he thought that Mel didn’t love camping—she kept reapplying her bug spray wipes and wincing, not to mention her suspicion over sand—but he had a blast, especially messing around with his film camera (a cautious addition to the “yes for Frank” list). Frank had some fun building a fire up after dinner and tending to it as they roasted the requisite marshmallows and discovered that neither of them knew any ghost stories.

Mel’s vibe dipped again when they called it a night, smothering the fire and packing all the food back into the car. It seemed like there might be something she wanted to say, but she ended up crawling into the tent with just a quiet sweet dreams.

Frank had his usual night in the hammock: a period of discomfort followed by the faux philosophical thoughts inspired by proximity to nature before falling deeply asleep.

But now: the feeling of eyes on him. Presumably Mel’s, which gets him to sit up, hoping his bedhead isn’t too egregious.

Sure enough, he finds Mel standing nearby, wringing her hands and watching him. When he smiles at her, she brightens.

“Good morning! I hope you slept well! I woke up early so I already, um, packed everything up? And made some oatmeal and coffee for you. I’m ready to leave whenever.”

He blinks at the onslaught of words and then peers around. Everything they’d set up yesterday is gone, leaving just his camping bowl and thermos on the picnic table, his pack against the tree.

He called it. Mel hates camping.

[potentloinz]

tonight marks the night Mel King and Frank Langdon have sex on her bathroom floor for the first time 🫶

[cryingondowntime]

maybe it's cause i identify with the loser addict with a bad back whose accent slips through time to time (as a loser addict with a bad back whose accent slips through time to time) but another piece i want to add to the discourse besides mel deserves to be happy and loved is frank deserves to be happy and loved, too.

like could you imagine being loved by a woman like melissa king? that has to be the most life changing earth shattering religious experience type of love i just know it. think about how she's known this dork for less than 24 cumulative hours and she trusts him so implicitly despite hearing the worst rumors imaginable that she lets him take care of her sister, the most important person on the planet to her? do you know what kind of confidence boost that probably gave him that she trusts him like that? after being treated so icily by his former mentor and his coworkers and undergoing the absolute humiliation that is the php for drug rehab and clearly being on the outs with his wife with two young kids at home? literally the one bright spot in his life and it's this amazing wonderful kind and empathetic woman who manages to see the good in him when he probably couldn't even see it himself.

god that had to be a breath of fresh air after the worst almost year of this man's entire life and he deserves it. frank langdon deserves to be loved and cherished too. frank langdon and melissa king deserve the world. if they manage to find it in each other then so be it.

[libbyblooom]

don’t talk to me about his wrongdoings because I’m not listening 🙂‍↔️

[melsglasses]

love notes from my chungus wife who i hate

[t3nmartha]

[tthedriversseat]

Need Abby face reveal so I can make an edit with the Girl Crush song

[bodeckerhedron]

PATRICK BALL as FRANK LANGDON

➤• THE PITT (2025)

[alysonafterdark]

Day 18-Parade | Exact WC 347 | ao3 | @kingdonmicrofic

Memorial Day was always a very special holiday for Mel and Becca. Every year growing up was spent at their community church’s cemetery, sticking American flags and fake flowers in their father’s plot. And his father’s plot. And his father’s father’s plot. Generations of King men serving.

Their mom was never the same after their dad died while serving. You wouldn’t think their father was the only one they lost that day. It was as if their mom was just as gone as he was.

This year, instead of spending the day together at Kennywood, eating junk and getting dizzy on rides, Mel sat in a folding chair on the side of the street. Frank sat on the curb in front of her, his arms stretched over her thighs, and Tanner and Penny were on either side of her, buckets ready to collect as much candy as physically possible. 

Although Frank would inevitably pull the “donating some to kids who don’t have candy” trick on them later that night, when they realized that a majority of the artificially colored balls of sugar had somehow disappeared.

“Mellie,” Tanner whined, his hand resting over where her bump poked out between her tank-top and her shorts, “when is Aunt Becca gonna go by? She promised us she’d throw us extra candy.”

Mel’s head tipped back, her hand settling over his as her belly shook lightly with each laugh that escaped. “Very soon, bud,” she said, ruffling his hair before leaning down to place a kiss to the crown of his head.

After a few more minutes, Penny let out an excited squeal, standing up out of her chair and almost running out into the street, before Frank’s arm reached out to hold her back.

Mel looked over, and coming around the corner, was Middle Hill’s float, Becca and Adam stationed directly at the front, throwing candy out every few feet. She looked so happy. Mel couldn’t stop the tears that welled in her eyes.

Sure enough, when she saw Tanner and Penny, she practically threw her whole bucket at them.

[lostlamblizzie]

the most lamb puppy bunny doe girl ever