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the sims 4: the pitt expansion pack

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more thoughts for #our beloved step siblings universe! lots to think about slyly manipulative older brother langdon. like him lying to his little sister who just got her first period that the best way to cure cramps is to stick something inside of yourself so you can massage the inside of your pussy and make it hurt less. so then the first time she gets really bad cramps she asks him to be the ‘something’ and he’s more than happy to help :)

this ask has been sitting my asks for like two weeks and i’ve finally had the time to respond 🫶 also omg it’s getting added to the pt2 step-sibling drabble that lowkey is not drabble anymore 😭

also adding this to the main tag bc who cares yaknow !!!

it is nsfw so proceed with #caution !

Of course their mother educated her on the topic of menstruation but that doesn’t mean it’s any less scary when it actually happened. She also wasn’t prepared for how much it would hurt. she could go to her mom or Becca, who already got her period, but the thing is Frank always told her she could come to him with anything! and there’s no one better to come to with questions about the body then the person studying to become a doctor!

She first got her period when she was just lazing around at home on a random Saturday in June. She was scrolling on netflix looking for something to watch when she felt a sudden wetness in her underwear. to say she was shocked when she went to the bathroom and saw blood is an understatement. She called Frank out of his room immediately and he came rushing to her side. She had cleaned herself up and curled into a ball on the floor by the time he got in.

“Mel what happened?” he asked, his eyes running up and down her body frantically. He kneeled down and ran his hand up and down her back.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, “I think I got my period,” she said sniffling.

He let out a sigh of relief, “Oh my god,” he ran his hand over his face in relief that she wasn’t hurt. “Alright, um do you have what you need?” he asks in a soft tone.

She angles herself so her head is resting in his lap with her body still on the floor. He runs his hand through her blonde hair. “No, I don’t know where mom keeps everything,” she mumbles.

He sat up straighter, “That’s okay, I’ll go to her room and get you some things, just wait here.” He pressed a kiss to her head before he left.

By the time he gets back Mel is sitting up against the wall, her eyes dry but the worry on her face still prominent.

He knees back down in front of her holding a pad and a tampon. “Which one do you want to try?” he asks.

She ponders for a second before pointing to the pad, “The tampon looks scary,” she says in a low voice.

He lets out a deep laugh and leans in to press a kiss to her forehead. “Good choice,” he mumbles into her skin.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but if he said he was glad she didn’t choose the tampon because he wants to be the only thing inside of her then, well it wouldn’t be untrue.

She gets to day three of her period when she starts to get cramps. It gets to the point that she starts crying in her room because it hurts so badly in the late hours of the night. Frank of course hears her and shuffles himself next to her in bed. He cradles her to his chest and asks her what’s wrong. She tells him she feels this incessant stabbing feeling and she doesn’t know how to make it stop.

“Well,” he starts, “I know of a way that can make you feel better.” His fingers running up and down her spine.

She looks up at him with wide eyes and a bright smile, the moonlight reflecting off the metal of her braces. “Really?” She asks.

He begins to slip his thigh between her legs.

“Yeah, it’s scientifically proven actually.”

“Then yes please, anything” she says. “I’ll do anything.” she starts subconsciously grinding against his thigh, it’s practically instinct at this point.

“It’s sort of like a massage but, for where you’re hurting,” he tells her. “If you stick something inside you, you feel a lot better afterwards.”

She blinks up at him, still softly grinding on his thigh, “Oh, okay, um what do I use,” she asks genuinely.

god, this girl will be the death of me, he thinks.

“Well you could use me,” he suggests, “You can always ask me for help with anything, you know that.”

Her eyes start looking anywhere but him, “But,” she pauses, “it’s messy down there.” She buried her face in his chest, almost ashamed.

He quickly takes her out of that mindset, assuring her that especially in areas involving human anatomy, she should go to him because he knows what’s best to do.

That’s how she ends up naked on her bed, save for her frilly ankle socks with a towel underneath her and her brother currently fingering her. He knows her body like the back of his hand and immediately hits her g-spot. She’s already forgotten about all the pain she was in and is overrun with pleasure.

“You feel good Mellie?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah,” she says half out of it as he presses his thumb to her clit.

Her hips start following the motion his thumb makes and chances the feeling. She’s close and asks him if he can come.

“Of course baby, come for me,” he says.

She lets out the sweetest sigh and feels boneless against her sheets. “Thank you,” she tells him as she runs her hand through his hair.

He grabs her hand and interlocks their fingers. He presses a long, deep kiss to her mouth. She’s gotten better at kissing given all the “lessons” he’s been giving her. She’s been getting more confident enough to start initiating tongue action without hesitating.

“Of course,” he says after he’s pulled back. “I’ll always take care of you. But don’t think we’re done here just yet.”

She tilts her head confused, “What do you mean?”

He then tells her that for her cramps to stop hurting, he needs to put something longer and thicker inside her to reach her deeper. She of course goes along with what he says because who is she to disagree with her big brother

He taps his penis against her clit a few times getting her riled up again because she’s still sensitive after her last orgasm. He then runs his penis along her puffy lips and gathers her wetness and blood along the tip so he can slip it in.

When it does go in he keeps still, letting her get settled into the feeling. She twitches a little, somehow feeling every single emotion all at once, overwhelmed with how good she feels. She taps him on the shoulder which tells him he can start moving.

He starts pulling out before slowly pushing back in. He goes slow at first while his hands start to move to her tits. They’re small now, but he’s sure that she’ll fill out nicely one day.

He knows enough about periods to know that boobs get sensitive around this time. He uses that to his advantage. His fingers barely graze her left nipple and she lets out a small yelp. He licks his pointer finger and brings the wet digit to her nipple and she moans loudly. He slams his mouth to her in an effort to silence her and not wake their parents.

Soon enough he’s thrusting faster and his mouth is attached to her nipple with three of his fingers stuffed in her mouth to keep her moans at bay.

He detached to get a look at her young swollen pussy struggling to swallow his cock. He notices when he looks at her stomach, there’s a large noticeable bulge where his penis is. Needless to say, he’s never been more turned on.

“Aww look Mellie,” he says, “You can see me working inside you, baby. It’s that cute?” he says with a wide grin.

She can barely process what he says so she brings her hands to his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. She feels his hands going down her stomach, but stop short of her clit and land at the bulge on her lower stomach. He pushes down and she screams in pleasure. He quickly stills and covers her mouth with his whole palm. She was barely able to let out the scream before he quieted her but it was still enough to wake up their parents. He keeps his hand on her mouth and thrusts faster and harder. Tears start streaming out of her eyes as he lifts one of her legs to get to a deeper angle.

He whispers in her ear, “That feels good doesn’t it?” He starts to suck at her neck when her thighs start to quiver.

He takes his hand off her mouth to press kisses to her mouth but it’s useless as her mouth is flopped open with nothing but soft moans coming out of her.

“Don’t cry, baby, it’s okay,” he wipes her tears. “You’re okay right? Aw you can’t answer can you? My mindless cockdrunk little sister just wants to get fucked so her cramps go away.” he teases.

She can’t even form the words to ask to come, she just squeezes him tight with her pussy and hopes he gets the message.

He does get the message. He knows he’s practically in her cervix so all it takes is a few more calculated thrusts and he whispers, “Come,” into her ears and she’s gone.

She squeezes him so tight that when he finishes inside her, she doesn’t let him go. She’s trapped him with a pussy grip she didn’t even know she possessed. He finds it adorable though. His sister loves him so much she doesn’t want him to leave!

He stays inside her until she’s fallen asleep and he can slip out and clean up their mess.

He goes to the bathroom and gets a damp towel to clean up what’s between her legs and the mixture of blood and cum that coats his own penis. He gets rid of the dirty towel and replaces it with a new one.

She’s passed out of her bed, soft snores coming out of her. He smiles looking at her, her face still red and blotchy with dried tear tracks on her cheeks. He slides right in next to her and spoons her from behind. When he lifts up one of her legs she doesn’t even move a smidge, still in a deep sleep. So it’s very easy for him to slowly but surely, slip himself inside her once more, and enjoy the heat her warm pussy brings him. He so badly wants to let her sleep but damn it she’s so warm and comfy he can’t not fuck her. He moves very softly and gently inside her so as to not wake her. She’s been through a lot recently and she deserved her beauty sleep.

He’s in the middle of thrusting and he feels her start to push back onto him.

He quickly looks at her face, worried he’s woken her up when he realizes she is still sleeping, her eyes moving behind her eyelids.

aww, he thinks. she’s having a sex dream, how adorable :)

he keeps thrusting until he comes and she clenches around him, having a small orgasm of her own that causes her to stir.

She starts to shuffle and her eyes flutter open, “What’s going on?” she asks softly.

But he’s there to quickly calm her nerves and put her back to sleep, “Nothing sweetheart,” he presses a kiss behind her ear, “just go back to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

She’s out like a light but not before she mumbles a quick, “I love you,” to him.

He smiles into her hair and says, “I love you too, Mellie.”

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frank langdon + wordle

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Mel and Frank get married but Mel doesn’t want to change her last name because that leaves Becca as the last King and that’s heartbreaking so Frank’s like bet and changes his last name instead.

And Santos keeps calling for Dr.King (Mel) but Dr. King (Frank) keeps answering and she spends the rest of the shift hoping for an air evac patient so she can get Frank to the roof and push him off.

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Frank and Mel’s secret not-so-secret affair. Someone in the hospital (most likely princess) took pictures of them in public making out with no shame.

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rivers and roads

mel king x frank langdon | explicit | 31.8k | ch. 1/4

But right then, she was looking at Frank Langdon in his silly college t-shirt, face flushed and lit golden by a sunny halo, lips lifted in an open smile. It’s a date. She recognized the flutter behind her ribs that signaled a new crush, and perhaps it was foolish to place so much stock in a person she’d only met two hours prior. Mel had never been reckless before, but then again, until today, she’d never lived anywhere besides Grundy before, either. Maybe this could be the first step toward the Abingdon version of Melissa King: braver, wilder, more interesting.

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Mel King, you deserve the world!

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I watched The Pitt. Yeah it was really good.

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mel is such a sweetheart i want to see her getting her cervix bruised

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bro the step dad thing made me black out also for your consideration the lap sitting with their family around in a CAR with the movement when he’s inside her going on a road trip 🤤

he’s just being a good daddy offering his lap for his baby :) she needs somewhere to sit they can’t very well put her in the trunk can they …she wears her longest and loosest dress so it can keep them nice and hidden while she keeps him warm inside her

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let's get gross with it, everybody. this is part three. here is part one and part two.

daddy kink/age gap/infidelity/general grossness ahead :)

She’s a little thing, just drowning in that ugly vest they make all the volunteers wear. It’s the first thing he sees, how small she is. And she stands out - she’s so young. Most of their volunteers are retirees. Former nurses. Church ladies. Mel is a tiny thing trying to fold herself up even tinier.

He says hello to her when they pass in the hallways. He listens when the nurses coo over what a sweet girl she is. He pays attention to her schedule, the weird hours of a night school student with custody of her sister. 

He watches her for a week before he brings her a coffee. She licks the whipped cream from the rim, and when he says “Mel,” she looks up at him like she’s been caught stealing.

He likes the way she refills the sanitizing wipe dispensers, all careful and even. He likes the way she says hi to every patient, sometimes with a bright grin and a wave, sometimes with a soft “you okay?” while she brings them a blanket. He likes the way she climbs into his car without hesitation. He likes the cute little nervous smile she gives him. 

He loves the way her thighs tense when he brushes against her. He loves the way she gets wet so fast for him. He loves the way she doesn’t quite know what she’s doing and needs to be talked through it. He loves the way she gasps when he makes her squirt for the first time, the way he has to explain to her what happened. He loves the way she calls him Daddy.

He should feel worse about it. All those years of Catholic school, altar boy posture, the guilt was supposed to be built in. He knows his poor mother would weep if she knew the way he fucks this girl. But the shame never quite lands. It skims the surface, then slips away. Because he likes it - revels in it, if he’s honest. The way she looks up at him with big, wet eyes like he’s the first man she’s ever known. The way she listens. The way she opens up for him, warm and wet and so, so sweet. He knows it’s wrong. He doesn’t care at all. 

She moans softly. She tries to be quiet. He tells her she doesn’t have to.

Sometimes she cries after, red in the face. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“For what?” he asks, giving her butterfly kisses all over her cheeks. 

“I don’t know.”

She’s got nothing to be sorry for. She’s such a good girl - he’s the dirty old man. 

He buys her things. Things she needs, but nice things, too. One time he has groceries delivered to her apartment and gifts her an expensive necklace in the same afternoon. 

She says, “You didn’t have to.” Her face flushes bright and pretty and pleased. 

He puts the necklace on for her. A little gold bow hangs between her breasts. 

Frank feels like a god when she carves daddy’s girl into his headboard. After she leaves, but before his family gets home, he comes all over it. He almost lets it dry there, lets it get all crusty to show her the next time she comes over. 

He ends up wiping it off with one of Abby’s satin pillowcases, then tosses that in the laundry machine as she’s on her way in.

He says hello, asks her how her day was, and she complains about having to take the kids with her everywhere she goes. Frank has an idea. 

He tells Abby it’s for her, to help her out.

He says it casually, like it’s no big thing. Might as well let it look like generosity.

Abby doesn’t argue. Just says, “Paid?” without looking up from her phone.

“She needs the money,” he shrugs. “And she’s good with kids.”

That night, he sets up a direct deposit under “childcare services” and inflates the amount until it feels indecent. 

Mel shows up early and stays late. She kneels on the living room rug, legs folded under her, baby balanced on one hip.

Frank comes home one afternoon and sees her in the kitchen wearing socks with little hearts on the cuffs. Her hair’s tied up with a ribbon he’s never seen before. She says, “I made banana muffins,” and he kisses her temple without thinking. 

That night, Abby nearly finds the socks crumpled under the couch. She’s bending down to look for the tv remote and Frank all but slaps her away. “Oh, let me, let me.” 

Abby smiles when he finds the remote. “Thanks, babe.”

It makes his skin crawl.

He knows he’s fucked when his phone rings, so he doesn’t bother to keep up the charade. He tells Mel to go back to sleep. 

Mel’s phone is in Abby’s hand - small, cracked, pink silicone case with a little cartoon cat sticker peeling off the back. Abby holds it up like it’s a weapon, her eyes wide from shock.

Frank’s still wearing his suit jacket. There’s a valet stub in his pocket and a smear of wine on his cuff. His chest is tight, but his face is calm. He tries that first - calm.

“I can explain.”

“No,” Abby says, loud now, voice going raw. “No, you can’t.”

She throws the phone. Not at him. At the bed.

Mel flinches, gasps, sits up quickly.

Frank’s calm snaps clean in two.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he snarls, stepping between them. “She’s a kid, Abby. Are you proud of yourself?”

“A kid,” Abby spits. “You’re fucking a kid!”

Mel’s breathing too fast. She's clutching the duvet, holding it tight against her chest.

“You scared her,” Frank says, his voice lower now, but colder. “You don’t throw shit near her. You don’t touch her stuff.”

“It’s a phone,” Abby snaps. She laughs, bitter and strange, almost too loud. 

Mel looks like she wants to disappear. 

He turns to her. “Baby, go in the bathroom, okay? Shut the door.”

Mel doesn’t argue. She doesn’t even look at Abby. She just nods, quiet and obedient, always such a good girl, and slips off the bed, tiptoes into the master bathroom. Abby makes some sort of ugly gasping groaning sound - Mel is in her panties.

When the door clicks shut, Frank rounds on Abby.

“You want to scream at someone, scream at me,” he says. “You don’t talk to her. You don’t look at her.”

Abby doesn’t flinch, and she doesn’t cry. She goes still, resolved. 

“Fine,” she says, voice flat. “You want her? Have her.”

She brushes past him. Heads straight for the closet. Yanks a duffel bag from the top shelf and starts throwing clothes inside. 

She throws her wedding ring at him as she leaves, like a fucking cliché. Frank rolls his eyes.

Mel cries about it a little. 

“I didn’t want to ruin anything,” she says early that morning, curled up in his bed, in his arms.

“You didn’t,” he tells her.

She moves in officially when Abby officially moves out. Her sister comes too, takes over the guest room. 

Frank wakes up one day and there are two pairs of sneakers by the door, glittery nail polish on his bathroom counter, a grocery list on the fridge in Mel’s loopy handwriting: milk, eggs, chapstick, fruit spins (walmart brand fruit loops - safe food for bec).

He runs his hand over a bookshelf she brought with her, the only piece of furniture that she still has from her parents house. He feels the warp in the wood. 

She’s in the living room - a little thing drowning in one of his old sweaters, studying for her MCAT.

He stands there and watches her for a long time.

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procrastinating my own writing my sliding into your ask box but, do you have anymore weed smoking mel/frank headcanons 🍃

oh my god do i

first thing, i actually think it's trinity who introduces weed to her first, in my mind trinity is like the recreational drug guide who uses her medical knowledge to consume safely (ik multiple nurses like this) and she just wants to make it less scary for her friends!! so she gives her like a 2.5mg edible thats 1:1 thc and cbd, because obviously mel is really worried about her lung health and trinity's bong looks scary (its very clean though!) and she wants to make sure she has a good time and isn't overly paranoid the first time (this is real advice, if you get super paranoid on weed or fear you will, make sure whatever you're consuming also has a decent amount of cbd, idk the science but it counteracts the paranoia. also you dont have to consume the strongest thc products available pls omg)

anyways, while high at Trinity's place watching some stupid reality dating show she texts Frank about it (she' tells him everything, no they're not dating yet)

mel: did you know ?!!!!!

frank: Did I know what?

mel: I didn't know my shoulders could feel this relaxed !! do other people feel like this all the time??? I'm really hungry though, I've eaten like a 5 mini bags of chips

frank: ???

mel: oh! trinity gave me a weed gummy

frank: ???????????????????????

he keeps texting her to check in throughout the night to make sure she's okay.

The next day Mel wakes up and apologizes because she worries maybe talking to him about weed was triggering (he's told her repeatedly not to walk on eggshells around him) and Frank is like lol? i smoke weed Mel. you know I don't have to be clean of everything right ??

okay NOW for the part you're really here for

the first time mel and frank smoke together it's not planned, they had a tiring and rough shift and are just sitting side by side on his couch and completely silent barely paying attention to their third rewatch of Freaks & Geeks. When the "Are You Still Watching?" pop up appears, Frank looks over to Mel and notices that even sunk into his couch, her body is still taut.

"Hey" he knocks his leg against hers "you wanna smoke?" he gets up to grab the wooden box he stores his supplies in before she answers.

Mel scrunches her nose "Tobacco is really bad --"

"Weed, Mel."

"Oh. Uhm."

"We don't have to, I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

She shakes her head "It's not -- I do want to -- I'm just not sure how? And what if I start coughing, that's so embarrassing"

He laughs at her, setting out the papers, fishing out a filter, loading the flower into his grinder. "yknow I'm not going to judge you right? you're not being evaluated here"

She pulls her mouth to one side, assessing his words, her eyes following his automatic practice, filter places on the end of his paper, sprinkling in the flower, shaping and twisting.

His eyes meet hers, "do you trust me?" she nods, "Are you okay if I touch you and get really close to your face?" she pauses for a moment, roses blooming on her cheeks, and then she nods again.

He pulls her closer to him, nearly sitting in his lap at the proximity. Her brown eyes a mix of wonder and nerves gazing up at him, it shouldn't cause his dick to twitch. She really shouldn't trust him so easily.

He grips her chin, pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb. He lowers his voice, their faces so close together he doesn't want to startle her, "I'm going to take a hit, I'll inhale a bit, then I'll exhale the rest into your mouth. You can make a circle with your hands to guide it, or I'll just --" he lost his train of thought, her pink lips pulling further apart, both of her hands perched on his shoulders.

He turns away to light the joint and take a hit, a blessed reprieve from being subject to her singular focus so close. It was a rush, unlike anything he'd ever felt before, something you couldn't grow like a plant, distill into a liquid or press into a tablet, to not only be this close to her, but to be entrusted with her mental state, her entire being.

He hovers just over her lips as he breathes into her, too scared to be the one fully cross the line.

He shouldn't be surprised she was always the braver one of the two of them. One of her slender hands gliding up the nape of his neck, pushing him into her. He must blackout, or be stuck in a dream, because Melissa King is not only kissing him, very enthusiastically, but her leg is swinging over to straddle his waist, taking one of his hands, guiding it to rest on the swell of her ass.

She's moving in his lap. He doesn't deserve this. Maybe he should call his mom and join her for church this weekend. He thinks he owes some thanks to the big guy upstairs.

ANYWAYS that's how weed finally brings our blorbos together <3

okay now for a random list so i don't go off and just write 5k of them being stoners

they're both really horny when high, because they're kinda a base level horny for each other when sober

Frank could eat her out for two hours straight if given the permission when high, and he's always BEGGING to get a taste of her, it's the only thing on his mind

Mel is extra sensitive when high but in a way that also makes her feel more comfortable and confident in her skin, she tortures him because they'll just be sitting, eating ice cream, and there she goes fondling her breast again

they take turns picking albums to listen to on his back porch (Mel's picks include SZA, Kali Uchis, WILLOW, Rosalia, Kehlani and Remi Wolf. Frank's include Tame Impala, Interpol, Arctic Monkeys, Maggie Rogers, Clairo, and Fleetwood Mac)

Frank can't be trusted with making snacks when they're high, he'll come back with like dill pickles and strawberry jam. Mel will eat plain yogurt sometimes and it kills Frank to watch her slowly tongue the white substance, she obliviously just likes the feeling of something cold and creamy when she has the munchies and everything feels better slower when she's high

Mel does do extensive research into the potential health effects of every method of consuming cannabis, so besides edibles ("they don't damage your lungs frank!" "the high isn't the same!"), she invests in a nice dry herb vape

Their favourite things to watch when high are various 90s/00s sitcoms, Anthony Bourdain, Nathan For You, nature documentaries, and music videos (this one becomes their own form of foreplay, who with a pulse is left unaffected by Shakira & Rihanna in Can't Remember to Forget you?)

Mel squirts more easily when high. thats it thats all.

its not always about sex when theyre high i swear, mostly they're just giggling idiots who trade ridiculous hypotheticals ("okay but if we were stranded on a deserted island and no one else was around would you crike me if i needed it?" "what the fuck mel?" "just answer the question!") ("in a world where everyone is an anthropomorphic animal, what animal are you picking?" "Frank are you thinking about Lola Bunny again?" "that's really not relevant to the conversation")

Mel drags Frank to a museum and he's not that invested in the whole outing until she pulls out the edibles she packed and the art is all the more entrancing, they laugh at some of the more ridiculous pieces together

thats all i got for now

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melfrank are in papas orchard and she has him up against a tree with her fingers in his mouth and once she's jerked him off she's gonna make him eat his own come

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she does not fuck around about jinkx monsoon

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when mel and langdon smoke weed after shift they shotgun

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Obsessed with the idea that Frank absolutely hates when Mel wears contacts. She’s just so cute in her glasses, and they’re so her. But also, he hates the idea of other people seeing her that way because he associates her bare face with lying in bed together and relaxing after work or her reading in her favorite corner, those are things only the people closest to her should get to see.

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if the pitt took place in the 2010s, i know for a fact mel would forced frank to sit down in front of the tv and watch every season of Cupcake Wars until the show stopped airing