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[fromiftowhen]

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme™️ Send me some numbers and a character name and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic (disliking of humankind) are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

Does this person have a bucket list? What's on it?

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A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME !

i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?

hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?

humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?

impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?

location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?

lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?

marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?

queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?

restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?

sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?

style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?

top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?

tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?

toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?

turn on — what turns them on?

volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?

wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?

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hey i saw your anon post about abbot and mel headcanons, do you have any for fluffy kingdon?

like proposal & wedding day vibes?

Oh, I absolutely do!!! Here are just a few fluffy Kingdon headcanons, specifically about their proposal/engagement/wedding day.

Frank knows he loves Mel fourteen minutes into their second date, when Tanner FaceTimes him crying about a lost stuffed animal and Mel not only insists he answer but then spends twenty minutes of their dinner date helping Frank find a replacement on eBay.

(That's a lie. He realizes he loves her, and maybe has for awhile, five days before he asks her out, when she tells him no one else could have saved the patient they were working on together and then repeats herself very clearly, "no one else could have," when he scoffs. It's not true, because she did the actual saving, but he's not sure anyone else has ever believed in him like Mel does.)

He knows he wants to marry her during their first argument, if you can call it that, which is about whether or not Frank can say he's read a book that he actually just listened to an in-depth podcast about. The answer is no, even he can admit that, but the ferocity that Mel levels at him, like it's an insult to the book itself, is so sexy he actually forgets his half-assed argument. He wants to not even actually argue with her for the rest of his life.

He knows Mel doesn't like surprises in her personal life. And an engagement is a pretty damn big one. So he plans to bring the idea up slowly, which is unusual for him. But she beats him to it, late one night while they're getting ready for bed after a long, hectic shift. "My patient today, he's been married for 53 years. He and his wife were so sweet together." "That's really nice," he tells her, carefully. "It is. I think I'd like that, being known so well for so long," she whispers.

He takes Santos ring shopping with him. He picked Abby's ring out alone, because it was the height of COVID and she was ridiculously pregnant, and she always not-so-secretly disliked it. Santos and Mel are close enough that he knows she knows Mel, but Santos also still dislikes him juuust enough to tell him the god's honest truth. The salesperson asks if the ring is for Santos, and she fakes puking on the glass case, and then tells him that none of the rings are Mel. He'd think it was just to annoy the salesperson, but she's right. None of the rings at any of the stores are right.

He can't find the right ring or figure out the right way to propose with a nonexistent ring, which honestly, with anyone else, would feel like a huge flashing field of red flags to him. But then... Mel's halfway into her scrubs on a Thursday morning, calling out "don't forget to take your vitamins!" to Becca in the kitchen, as she ties her scrub pants, and excitedly telling him about this paper that Abbot asked her to coauthor, and it's just such a normal, happy morning and he thinks, fuck, I want 53 years of mornings just like this, and it just comes out. "I want to marry you," he says, and it's not a question, it's just a statement of utter fact, and it takes her a full fourteen seconds to stop what she's doing and stare at him. "I... well, okay. It's Thursday... Are you asking me to marry you while I'm half-naked on a Thursday?" "I didn't technically ask," he laughs. "But yeah. Do you want me to ask when you have your top on?" She shakes her head and his heart sinks, but then she's kissing him, kissing him, kissing him in a way she never has half-dressed on a Thursday morning, and when she finally pulls back, they're both teary-eyed and laughing. (He never actually asks. She never actually says yes. They don't need formalities like that. He doesn't need to ask a question she's already silently answered a thousand times. Forever is forever no matter when or how it starts.)

He does kinda feel bad about the ring though, but it just takes one quiet conversation later that night to figure it out. "I don't want you to spend money on a fancy ring. I wouldn't wear it at work anyway. But my mom... she left me her engagement ring from my dad" — he reluctantly lets her up and watches her sift through a small jewelry box on her dresser. "This," she says, crawling back next to him in bed, a small solitaire on a simple gold band between her fingers. "This is all I need." It's the first ring he's ever seen that so clearly embodies Mel. He takes it from her and slides it on her left ring finger, and yeah, that's all he needs too.

"I don't want to wait a year to marry you. Things happen, I don't want to wait at all," she tells him a few weeks later, after a particularly emotional shift from hell. "I just want you, and Becca, and the kids, I don't want a big ceremony. We can have dinner at that Japanese place you like in Shadyside, the one with the nice patio? We can invite everyone to celebrate with us there." He doesn't need any convincing.

They get married at the courthouse, which is a step above his first wedding, held over Zoom, and absolutely perfect. Mel wears an off-white jumpsuit and Frank lets Tanner pick out his tie and Becca wears a cardigan their mom knitted for her years ago, which he's pretty sure makes Mel cry harder than anything else that day. Millie refuses to toss the few flower petals they give her, which honestly probably just saves them some cleanup time, and then proceeds to hug Mel's leg all through their vows. It's messy and quick and Mel smiles into a laugh as he tries not to cry, and it's all absolutely fucking perfect. (They don't write their own vows. He thinks he could, and could spend hours reciting them, there are a thousand things he wants to promise her. But he waits, and whispers them in the dark, closer to a prayer than he's ever felt, more praise than promise against her skin. He repeats them every night until they're memorized actions, silent words they both know by heart.)

Mel's something old is her mom's ring, sized just right for her ring, sitting next to her something new, a delicate gold wedding band that she'll occasionally wear to work. Her something borrowed is a gold hair comb, its twin in Becca's hair, that she tells him their grandmother used to wear on special occasions. Her something blue is secret, she tells him a few days before the wedding. It takes him about five minutes into their make-shift honeymoon, aka a kid and sister free night alone before a leisurely day off, to learn that it's a matching bra and panty set (the first lingerie she's spent more than $30 on in her life, she tells him seriously) in a pale ice blue. It's only her pride in her purchase and a whisp of manners that keeps him from ripping it off her.

I think I could write fifty more of these just about their wedding day alone, but I'll stop here before this turns into more than it should be.

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Hey! Do you have any headcanons on interactions between Abbot and Mel? Nothing romantic but I kinda see them as fatherly/daughter ish or Mentor/Mentee and I’ve noticed it’s rare seeing stuff about these two 🤷‍♀️

Thanks for the question anon! Headcanon questions like this (and fun anon asks in general) are one of my favorite parts of fandom, so please never hesitate to ask whatever!

I had a lot of fun actually writing some (very tiny, more references than anything else) Mel and Abbot interaction in the whole world is sleeping and I think they could have a really interesting dynamic.

Some headcanons (not romantic, because I don't see it that way either) —

At first, Mel is intimidated by Abbot, which I think is kinda the norm for new people in the ED. She goes to whatever senior resident is available before bugging him, but then he's the only attending available when a complicated procedure has to be done immediately and he talks her through it in a way that really clicks for her, doesn't make her nervous or feel like she should already know the procedure or whatever. Just explains it matter of factly and in kind of a funny way that she actually immediately gets.

They talk about his military service a little, once they get to know each other more. He's reserved about it, but not unwilling to talk about it. She tells him her dad was in the military and they moved a lot when she and Becca were young. She tells him the constant moving contributed heavily to her parent's divorce, because the unpredictability was just too tough for Becca, and it was the final straw for her mom (amongst a lot of other stuff that Mel wouldn't realize until she was older.) Abbot tells her about his first save as a medic, when a case hits kind of close to it, and a few months later, he tells her about his worst loss as a medic, and she cries but he doesn't.

She likes that he occasionally writes letters to patients families. He doesn't do it often, but when something really tugs at him. She has a rough case, a bad loss, late on night shift, and he silently hands her a pen and a piece of paper he steals from a nearby printer. She writes two letters - one for the family of the patient, and one for herself, because sometimes it's easier to work through her thoughts on paper. She lets Abbot read both, even though she knows he'd never ask.

He buys her a candy bar from the vending machine when she's dragging one night, just plops it down in front of her while she's staring at a patient chart. Nods his head as she tells him thank you as he's already walking away. (It's a Nestle Crunch bar, which feels like an old man choice, and kinda reminds her of her dad, and it's delicious.)

He writes her a letter of recommendation for a peds ED fellowship, which she didn't ask for and didn't really even realize he already knew about. (He tends to know all the gossip before most anyone else, which is a skill Mel envies but doesn't really want to learn.) He tapes it to her locker at the end of their shift, his tidy handwriting on a post-it on the envelope, but no signature. "You're a good doctor, King. You're excellent with kids. Job's yours for the taking if I have any say in it."

He's the third person she tells when she gets the fellowship (after Becca and Frank) and he grins and asks if he can hug her, and when she nods, he whispers, "you're gonna kick ass, kid," and she carries the feeling all throughout her shift.

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dedicating this one to the anon who's upset that people are shipping Kingdon 🫶🏼

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PRESSED, STRESSED, OBSESSED

mel/frank 4ever | rated F for freak | if you are annoying to my pocket pals, i will write porn about it 😇

It all started with those five irrelevant comments in her yearly feedback report.

Just five out of nearly three hundred kind, professional, and profuse patient comments and satisfaction scores: Dr. King’s commitment to patient care and comfort is extraordinary; She advocated for my son’s additional testing when no one else would listen; Funny, kind, and great sutures that didn’t even leave a scar.

But all of them fell by the wayside when she got to the patient concerns portion of the review: Needs to learn how to toughen up; Would’ve liked for her to smile more; How embarrassing is it that Dr. King spent $100,000+ on medical school for her hands to still shake when she holds a scalpel; I waited eight hours to just have her tell me I needed to get rest at home? Fucking fraud; Guess Pitt Trauma lets anyone be a doctor these days.

Each one hit her chest with a resounding pang! and she’d ruminated on each word for the past week, despite her co-workers encouragement and solidarity (Fuck those people, Santos spat. I hope they step on a Lego.) But nothing helped to snap her out of it, her mind spiraling over how bad of a doctor she was, how she didn’t belong at PTMC, how she would be better off just not coming into work. Until—

—“Baby, what was that fourth comment again?” Frank hovers over her. Sweat drips down from his clavicle all the way to his bare chest; his eyes determinedly locked in on her.

Mel didn’t know how he was still upright. Maybe it was pure adrenaline? Or his hyperfocus on his three fingers, already wedged deep inside of her, making her full and content and weepy.

“They called me a fu—fucking…fraud,” she moaned out. Naturally, her instinct was to cover her face with her hands—embarrassingly ashamed—but the bondage rope keeps them tied to the headboard. No where to hide. All open, available, and bare for him. Just how he liked her.

“Are you, Melissa?”

“No.”

“And why is that baby?”

Tears pick at the corners of her eyes. “Because I am capable. Smart.”

“Yes, you are. The best doctor in the whole fucking city,” and a fourth finger, his pinky, slides into her aching heat. Her thighs shake, on the verge of blissful overstimulation.

Frank carefully leans down to place the sweetest kiss to her bent knee. “You’ll get a special reward for the last one…what was comment number five, Mel? Remember, use your words.”

“Um…uh…” Her mind completely draws a blank. Rapidly, Mel searches through the dozens of mental files, memories, and feelings logs to try and place the final patient comment that had hurt her all week. Broken her spirit into crumbly pieces like a Nutri Grain bar at the bottom of her work bag.

But now, all she could focus on was Frank’s fingers and the soft velvet rope at her wrists—lovingly bound with a single column tie that made her feel so precious. Cherished. Safe.

“I can’t..I don’t—I forgot. I’m so sorry…I don’t remember…”

“Correct answer. What a perfect, amazing girl you are. Never, ever forget that,” and when he twists his four fingers inside of her, angling his thumb to brush up against her clit, she comes so hard that Mel completely forgets what Patient Satisfaction Scores even are.

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That one nickjess kiss but make it melangdon.

They’re at a medical conference in some swanky hotel and Mel spots her ex boyfriend who’s a bit pushy. She starts freaking out and Frank offers to be her fake boyfriend just to ward him away. Nothing crazy happens, just an arm around her waist and some dreamy eye contact but Frank doesn’t stop thinking about it all evening.

Cut to when they’re walking back to their rooms which are conveniently opposite each other. They’re standing, nearly chest to chest laughing about her ex boyfriend’s face when Frank tucked some of Mel’s hair behind her ear and she laughs sort of embarrassed, mumbling something like “sorry I had to put you in that position.”

And he shakes his head, “I liked it. I mean…it was fun.”

Mel smiles and he smiles and they’re sort of just looking at each other, like they’re waiting for something. Then Mel says goodnight to him and goes to turn around to her door but Frank grabs her wrist and spins her around. He presses his lips to hers and his hands on her waist. She doesn’t waste a second - it’s as if she knew he was going to grab her, as if she knew he was going to kiss her breathless. Their hands running up and down each other’s backs, waists, hair - Mel pulls and Frank pushes forward to press her against the wall so he can press against her.

They eventually come up for air but Frank dips in one more time because come on, he can’t help it - he’s found heaven in her lips.

But then reality dawns on him and the crushing realisation that he’s kissed his best friend hits and he freezes completely. He didn’t ask - he was supposed to ask! He stumbles back, watching as Mel’s eyes come back into focus. Her glasses askew on her face, reddened cheeks as she presses her fingers to her lips.

Frank opens his mouth to say something and immediately closes it. He barely gets out a “good night Mel.” Before pushing his door open and sliding in.

On the other side, Mel stands in the hallway for a good minute, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Has she been dying for Frank to kiss her? Yes. But that wasn’t how she planned it happening.

Eventually she slips inside her own room and Samira sits up from her double bed, just adjacent to Mel’s. “Hey, do you want room service? I’m really craving a burger.”

Mel presses her fingers to her swollen lips and blushes all over. “Frank just kissed me.” She whispers.

Samira sits up, red light mask on her face. Mel doesn’t double take before stepping forward into the middle of the room. “What?!”

“Frank. He just kissed me.”

Samira rips the mask off her face, gleefully. “What? When? How? Mel! What the fuck is going on.”

“Outside in the hall. I said goodnight and he grabbed my hand and kissed me.” She repeats, flushed.

“OH MY GOD! FINALLY!” Samira jumps up onto her knees, reaching forward to grab Mel’s shoulders. “How was it? Where is he? Wait, why aren’t you in his room right now?”

“I think he panicked. He looked stressed.” Mel says fondly.

“Idiot. Okay, but how was it!”

Mel bites the inside of her lip. “I think I just saw stars.”

“Oh god.” Samira falls back onto the bed, giggling.

Mel will talk to him later. They’re going to be fine, she knows that. He just needs some clarity sometimes and Mel is more than happy to steer him in the right direction.

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hey anon i actually just called my good friend pball and he said melfrank should fuck raw 😌😌

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Read it here on AO3.

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Quick prompt fill for the prompt "patient."

Read it here on ao3.

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kingdon + tumblr tags (part three)

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Hi Kingdon friends!

Is there an active Mel/Langdon Discord? Maybe not even just them, just somewhere with fellow shippers. I need a place to ramble and make pals and talk about writing.

Drop a link if I can join! 🙂

[fromiftowhen]

Langdon + leaning when Mel's around

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frank langdon + wordle

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kingdon + tumblr tags