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@kingdonmicrofic day 22: camping | wc: 490

cw: mild exhibitionism (if you squint)

Trinity watched the sparks crackle off the campfire in front of her, whittling a stick she’d found with her pocket knife. The chilly night had settled around the group after a full day of hiking, and despite the hunky-dory summer camp vibe of it all, even she had to admit it was nice to sit there with everyone and shoot the shit over hard cider and s’mores. 

Well. Almost everyone. 

The two of them had been obnoxious all day, wandering the campsite like one of those anxiously attached couples at Disney. Groping each other like no one was watching. Making out like horny teenagers when they thought no one was. 

Seeing them walk away just a few minutes ago had been a relief, so long as it meant she didn’t have to watch Langdon the Loverboy act nauseatingly sweet with Mel. She was happy for her friend and all—she supposed she had to be—but there were limits.  

She’d just cracked open her cider when she heard the rustle of leaves and twigs snapping. Actual giggles, the kind that made her want to throw up. Langdon’s accompanying laughter, distant murmurs that actually brought the bile crawling up her esophagus. The zip of a tent, opening and then closing.

Dennis winced over his s’mores. “You don’t think…?” 

She grit her teeth. “I told Mel he could come on one condition.” 

Just then: breathy sighs, low moans, clearly stifled but not enough. Not even close. They probably thought they were so sneaky. They probably thought it was hot. Ew. Ew, ew, ew. 

“Wait,” Javadi burst into uncontrollable nervous laughter, eyes wide. “Are they—?” 

“Yes,” Samira says, stifling her own with one hand. “Yes, they are.” 

“This is disgusting,” Trinity says, shaking her head. Not just disgusting—she’s pretty sure it’s a crime. Pretty sure it's her responsibility to report this kind of thing. 

More giggles from Mel, then a half-hearted attempt at keeping quiet that turned into even louder moans and rhythmic grunts and sighs. 

Trinity threw her stick on the floor and stood up abruptly. “I’m putting a stop to this.” 

“Don’t,” Samira reached out a hand, urging her back down. “They’re not hurting anyone, and it’ll just embarrass Mel. Can’t we put some music on or something?” 

“I’ve definitely heard worse from you,” Dennis said, wiping his hands. “Whenever Garcia comes over I have to wear earplugs to sleep. Earplugs.” 

Javadi spit out her cider, doing this weird sort of laugh-cough thing while Samira patted her on the back. “It’ll be okay, Trinity. Have a s’more. Let them be happy.” 

“He’s corrupting her,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s sick! It’s obscene!” 

“It was her idea,” Samira countered with a knowing smile. “She basically dragged him back there.” 

Dennis nodded. “This is true.” 

Trinity shuddered, grabbing the handheld speaker they brought and cranking it up. “Whatever. Let it be known right fucking now: they are not allowed on our next camping trip.” 

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The Pitt Scripts: 1x11 original script

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day twenty-two: camping

for @kingdonmicrofic | rated: m | word count: 463 | ao3

A week ago, Mel got a text at one in the morning asking 1) if she was free labor day weekend and 2) if she had ever been camping. 

Nowhere in that text was a proper invite—Frank often talked in half sentences but over the past few months of working alongside him she had gotten scarily good at filling in the gaps. 

She had thought, maybe a bit naively, that it was a group outing. He’d been putting a lot of effort in at work, had joined them in the park after rough shifts, at the bars, that one odd time at some indoor mini golf place. So she was surprised when Frank pulled up in his beat up pick up truck with just his body, an ample amount of snacks, and a two person tent. 

The campsite is fairly empty—some couples, a family in their RV, a woman and her dog. Frank finds them a spot away from the others to set up the singular tent, makes a joke about trying not to suffocate her in the middle of the night, and leaves it at that. 

They hike for a bit, lounge by the lake with their toes in the water, and trade laughs over s’mores by the fire. 

The migration to the tent together is unspoken and the way he curls around her, hand on her belly under the sleeping bag and his nose pressed to the back of her neck feels natural despite never having done it before. 

When she wakes up in the middle of the night to kisses pressed into her cheek and a questioning hand hovering around the waistband of her shorts, she only nods. He keeps her quiet with his mouth on hers and she falls back asleep laying over his chest where she remains until the morning. 

They go for another hike and despite not talking about what happened in that tent, Frank’s all smiles, somehow more talkative, holds her hand longer than necessary after helping her over twisted roots in the trail. 

She’s sitting on a rock sipping some water when another hiker passes them by, greeting them with a polite smile. 

“Girlfriend taking a break?” the woman comments to Frank. 

“Yeah, she is.” 

And Mel, despite all those gaps she’s been able to fill, realizes she may have missed the most important one. 

That those times Frank came over to her place with takeout, or took her out for coffee, walks around the park with his dog, may have been dates. That meeting his children may have been more than a friendly introduction. That he was only ever going to those group outings because she was going, and she always made sure to ask if he wanted to go too. 

Huh.

Girlfriend. 

She liked the sound of that. 

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First look at Samira Mohan, Melissa King, Victoria Javadi and Trinity Santos The Pitt Season 2 Official Teaser

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heyyy do you have any Mel whump? maybe getting attacked seriously and the gang surrounding her/treating her? pls (and ofc protective Frank and him helping her after, possibly nsfw lol)

major thank you and kudos to @bcrmans and @prncesselene who i bounced ideas off with about this we are all crying together

Becca King dies. And the world keeps turning.

Mel doesn't cry; she doesn't break. She just keeps going. She starts picking up doubles. Whenever someone needs someone to cover their shift, Mel quickly agrees to cover it. She just needs to keep going, and going, and going. Mel starts skipping meals, drinks more caffeine than ever, and stops responding to Frank people's calls and texts.

No one knows about Becca's passing. When Dana asks her how her sister is doing, Mel swallows down the pain and smiles at Dana, and says that Becca is fine, they just had their weekly rewatch of Elf the night before.

(Tthat's not completely untrue. Mel went home, grabbed her sister's blanket, and played elf on their—her, it's now hers, living room. She didn't cry. She laughed and laughed at the scenes she used to scoff at or roll her eyes at, she laughed and laughed until the pain was so heavy she fell asleep on the couch. Wrapped in Becca's blankets, the DVD menu of Elf reflecting upon Mel's face, her alone in the darkness. Her phone blowing up with notifications.)

Mel doesn't know who she is without her sister. Every waking moment of her life, Becca was with her. When she was born, Becca was born a minute after her. That was the longest they've ever really been away from each other. Now it's been a few days, and Mel keeps getting calls about what Becca will wear for the funeral, but that means she has to go through her sister's closet and find a dress to bury her sister in forever. Even after she lost her dad, then her mom, she had her sister. her sister, who's her world. Now it's just her, the only King left.

But the world keeps turning.

Frank tries to catch Mel's eye at work, but she always make sure to avoid him. When Frank asks around for Mel, McKay will say they just saw her with a patient, or Samira would say I haven't seen her either. He knows she's there, he can see her name on the board, and how she once dropped her hair tie at a station. She's there, but she's avoiding him.

People start to notice. First it was Trinity pulling her aside and asking her if she had eaten anything that day. Then it was Whitaker who offered her a protein bar in silence, and then Robby tells her she should take a day off.

"No, I'm okay," she tells all of them, not looking at them in the eye. "I'm fine, I can keep working."

They don't know she avoids going home. That right after the double ends, she would go walking in the park for hours until she has to go home briefly to shower and find a change of clothes. Sometimes she'd doze off on the couch in the living room, but she'd never go to her bedroom at night because her bedroom is right across Becca's and if she has to cross her sister's bedroom at night, knowing she'll never be there again, she can't do it. So instead she sleeps on the couch, letting her back get all achy and stiff all over her body, and tells herself Becca is at the center.

They bury Becca on a sunny Wednesday. Directly in the middle of the week, and it's sunny, the sun shining so bright it's making Mel's skin burn and itch under the black dress she wore. People from Becca's center came. But no one else did. Mel goes home, alone. And the world keeps turning.

She goes home, puts on her scrubs, and then clocks into work.

She didn't eat anything before the funeral or after. She just stood there as people came up to her and told her they were sorry for her loss and how Becca was the best of them. gone too soon.

Mel clocks into work after her sister's funeral, and doesn't tell anyone that her sister is gone and that she's the last King left.

She's on her feet the whole shift, switching between patient to patient. She doesn't give herself time to take a break, doesn't give herself time to think, then finally, finally everything catches up to her and she faints directly in the middle of the ER.

Mel wakes up in one of the hospital beds and is confused. Then she turns to her left, and Frank is there.

"What happened?" Mel asks, seeing how she's connected to the IV. She realizes then she hasn't talked to Frank in over a week. He's been texting her every day, calling her too, but she hasn't answered anything. She hasn't been talking to anyone really.

"You fainted, Mel." His voice is low, heavy. Eyes not straying away from her face.

"Oh," she says. then she looks down at her arm, at him, at the door, then back at him again. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, Mel. They said you dropped over 10 pounds, and you have no food in your system. You are dehydrated, and you haven't been sleeping. They've been saying you've been drinking caffeine like fucking crazy—"

"Since when was it a crime to drink caffeine? You drink a lot too."

"You don't, Mel. You don't."

Mel shrugs, turning away from him to look at the wall. A beat passes..

"You know I called Becca's center." Mel freezes, and doesn't turn to look at him. She hopes he'll stop. He continues anyway. "I told them about how you fainted and how you wouldn't be able to pick up Becca tonight. That I'd be the one to get her tonight instead. Then they told me that Becca died a week ago, and her funeral was just yesterday."

Mel feels something heavy in her throat, and her glasses begin to fog.

"Mel."

She turns to look at him, and she blinks away her tears. "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?"

"What? No, what the fuck? Mel, your sister just died, and you've been working like fucking crazy. And you didn't tell anyone. No one knew about Becca until I had to call the center."

You didn't tell me was left unspoken between them.

Mel stares at him. She realizes then how unkempt he is, his face pale, and the eye bags under his eyes are gaunt. She hasn't seen him in over a week, so she didn't notice. She wonders if she looks the same; she hasn't looked in the mirror since her sister died.

"Are you going to say something?" Frank asks, starting to get impatient.

"Why should I?" Mel responds. "She's my sister. not yours."

"Jesus, fuck, obviously I know that, mel. But you didn't tell me. Her funeral was yesterday? you didn't have to be alone."

"We didn't need more people," She sits up in the hospital bed and grimaces at the IV connected to her.

"You needed me."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you fucking did, Mel. You know how much I love Becca, and you didn't tell me. I would've come, you know that. You didn't have to be alone. Why didn't you tell me?"

And that's when Mel breaks. She can't stop the tears from streaming down her face. It was always inevitable. Frank reaches out to touch her, and she pulls back, as if she were burned.

"It's because you'd do this, Frank. You don't think I haven't been noticing what you've been doing? You're here at my bedside right now, when you weren't even on shift today. You've been calling me everyday, and asking about me all over the floor whenever we're both on shift. When I'm not around, you ask about me. You're always here, always around me even though I've made it clear that I don't want to talk to you right now, but you're still around me. And you say you love my sister, but you don't love her like I do. You don't know her like I do. Now she's gone, and I'm here, you're here, and she's not."

Her face is all scrunched up from the heartbreak overwhelming her body, desperate to break out of her. She can't see Frank clearly, him all blurry from her tears.

"It's not fair. It's not fair that I get to pass out on the floor and wake up. But my sister's not going to wake up ever again. What did she do to deserve this? She's never done anything bad, Frank. All she wants is to watch Elf every week and for us to do the morning crossword together. You know, she once cried because of how I skinned my knee off the pavement because she tripped me by accident? She apologized to me for a whole week, feeling so bad for hurting me, even though I knew it wasn't her fault. She's never done anything but be a good person. And now she's gone. And I'm still here, barely alive but alive, without her. Who am I without my sister?"

She's fully crying now, her voice thick with tears and snot all over her face. She doesn't notice that Frank is crying too.

"You have me, Mel," he says, hands at the edge of her bed, fingers flexing as if desperate to hold her but knows he can't touch her, not now, not yet.

"Do I?" she nods towards his loose wedding band on his left hand.

"That doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it?"

"You know how I feel about you, Mel."

"That's not the problem."

Frank sighs, shakes his head, and wipes at his tears. Mel doesn't wipe her face at all, doesn't even care about her appearance. She stopped caring a long time ago.

"I want to be alone, Frank."

"No," he says sternly. His gaze on her is intense. She's too tired to try to understand it anymore.

"I don't want you here."

"You're just saying that, Mel. I know you. You're shutting down. You don't have to be alone."

"You should be with your family, Frank."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mel, you're my family too!"

Mel freezes. She's sure everybody could hear them outside the room too, even though they were given some privacy. She hates everything. She hates Frank, herself, and even Becca for leaving her. Now she has to deal with everything after Becca's death. Why couldn't she die with her?

They stare down each other, eyes not blinking. Then Frank begins to cry again. He reaches out for her left hand, wrapping her hand around his. Her hand stays stiff.

"I'm not leaving you. You can't make me." He's sobbing now. Mel continues to stare at him. She doesn't feel anything for him right now, she realizes. That's another thing Becca's death took away from her. Her ability to love.

Becca died, and Mel's love died with her. Frank's holding onto her hand like it's a lifeline, the bright fluorescent light of the hospital room reflecting off his wedding band.

And the world keeps turning.

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she's everything, he's just ken

a high school, twitter au!

rated T

4,117 words

animated gifs, humor, getting together

FUN

read it here!

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i really don’t care about that actor’s girlfriend being an extra in the show !!! and i would rather we just skip over that entirely !!! my fandom does not extend to significant others !!!

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#myprodigalson #mydisgracedprince #myloserfaildumbdog

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i can’t believe we get to see how frank dresses outside of work lmfao like when it comes to the pitt’s costume design compared to what we get for everyone else this is downright GLUTTONOUS

and he looks damn good too!

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queue for the voting of Season 2 Top Kingdon moments is open

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@kingdonmicrofic day 20: thunderstorm | wc: 500

we're back to the platonic-not-family-just-friends vacation 'verse! can still be read on its own :)

“Daddydaddydaddydaddy! Wake up!” 

Frank groaned, eyes glued half-shut, limbs aching. Tiny hands were shaking his shoulder, belonging to a nightcrawler with his hair and eyes. 

He didn’t have to be fully awake to know he had definitely not fallen asleep in bed. It wasn’t until he’d shaken off enough sleep to open his eyes, however, that he realized he’d fallen asleep on top of Mel instead, the two of them laid out haphazardly on the couch, his face pressed into the soft, delicate skin of her stomach. 

Consciousness came to him in waves: he remembered putting the kids to bed, just as a thunderstorm rolled in. Heading back downstairs to join Mel for one more movie, which she’d asked for despite having yawned through half of Despicable Me 4. Letting his head fall into her lap midway through The Notebook, letting her run her fingers through his scalp in mind-melting back-and-forths, letting his own nuzzle the crook of her knee. 

Before he could inspect their current position any more closely, Olivia was shaking him again, more vigorously now, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Daddy, I had a scary dream.” 

Frank frowned, sitting up and off of Mel, who was stretching out like a cat. “It’s okay, baby,” he said through a yawn. “It’s not real.”  

Olivia sniffed, clutching her stuffed rabbit close to her chest. “It felt real!” 

Mel shushed her gently, grabbing her by the arms and setting her on the couch between them. She swept the hair covering her face back and wiped the errant tears on her cheeks. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Instead of replying, she dug herself into Mel’s side, hiding her face. 

Sympathy tugged at his chest. This wasn’t his first rodeo—his daughter’s overactive imagination meant nightmares were a common occurrence—but he wondered if her being away from home made it worse. 

“C’mere,” he said, taking her and standing to leave. “I’ll keep you safe. I’m good at fighting monsters, remember?” 

“Wait!” She broke out of his grasp, gripping Mel’s hand. “Mel, too?” 

Frank winced. He was planning to go make himself fit in the kid’s room. Taking Olivia to their bed instead—that is, the one they were sharing—was probably more than Mel had bargained for. The last thing he wanted was to disturb her night, too. 

Still, Olivia was hiccuping from her spot on the couch, and would likely start crying again if they didn’t relent. 

Frank snuck a questioning glance over at Mel, who was already watching him with a gaze that was way too fond for him to feel normal about. In the hazy cover of midnight, it made him think of crazy things—like a world where this easy domesticity was an everyday occurrence and not fodder for a hopeless man’s pathetic fantasies starring his best friend, who he may or may not be in love with. 

“It’s okay with me.” Mel smiled sleepily and stood up, taking her tiny hand. “I’m pretty good at fighting monsters, too.”

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mel’s never been kissed until frank, and he takes full advantage of that. he doesn’t have to worry about adding any finesse or flare because mel looovvvess how he kisses her. he’s able to use as much tongue as he wants, the kind of kisses where her cheeks and chin glisten from saliva and he’s still attached to her by the prettiest string when he pulls away. her glasses always end up a little foggy and crooked, matching the glazed look in her eyes while she pants up at him. he kisses her as sloppy and messy as he can whenever, wherever! he thinks she doesn’t know any better so she lets him <3

meanwhile mel is just happy he’s kissing her!she’ll let him stick his tongue down her throat and spit in her mouth, she loves knowing it’s all for her and that he never kisses his wife like this! she lets him pull her into a on-call room mid shift and get her all messy, she never wipes it off bcoz she likes having him with her throughout the day :)

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yearning langdon 🌼

reference: a pic that oomfie shared with me hehe

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Day Twenty: Thunderstorm

The Pitt, Mel King/Frank Langdon, 499 words, Rated G, High School AU, for @kingdonmicrofic

Movie night at Samira’s house and everyone’s spread out, happily full from the various snacks her parents have plied them with. They’re working their way through the Scream movies, which Mel tolerates at best. She’s huddled in a corner of one of the couches, a good spot to easily hide one’s face in when scared. 

Frank is a comforting weight next to her, her bent leg pressed up against his side. He’s been unusually quiet for the past hour, where earlier he was his usual buoyant self, laughing loudly, nudging her as a heads-up for any jump scares, making sure she had any snack she wanted. Now? Silence. 

In her periphery, Mel can see Garcia periodically glance at Frank, but she makes no comment. 

Mel catalogues the room; the movie’s just about over, so it’s not that. He hasn’t gotten up recently, so it’s probably not something he ate. So what is it? 

Boom! Everyone flinches. Lightning flashes outside. 

“That was the loudest one yet!” Santos laughs gleefully. It’s been thundering consistently, punctuating their evening like jump scares. 

Hmmm. It started getting really bad an hour ago, when Frank got quiet… 

“Are you okay?” She murmurs, hoping she’s modulated her voice enough so he can hear her but no one else can.

“I, uh, don’t like storms,” Frank murmurs, curling in on himself. “I always have nightmares following them. I don’t know why. It’s stupid.” 

“It’s not stupid,” Mel says automatically. “There’s so little we know about the brain and about dreaming. You can’t help it.” 

Mel looks up, makes eye contact with Garcia, who gives her a nod, stands, and says, “I dare you losers to go outside and see who can last the longest!” 

Whitaker races out the door with Santos at his heels. Garcia follows, and Samira winks at Mel she grabs her raincoat and shuts the door behind them all. 

This act of kindness makes Frank feel worse. “This is so embarrassing,” he groans, screwing his eyes shut. 

“It’s not,” Mel says, firmly. What would make him feel better? “Do you… would you like a hug?” Frank is tactile in a way Mel usually isn’t, but she feels comfortable around him. 

He turns big blue eyes on her. “Really? Yeah, um, yes, please.” 

Frank’s entire body relaxes when she embraces him, and she can feel herself doing the same, like it was something they both didn’t know they needed. 

“This is nice,” Mel says, feeling drowsy. She leans back and Frank follows so that he’s half-sprawled over her like the best weighted blanket. They’re still hugging, his face tucked into her shoulder. Blushing, she realizes her legs are splayed and he’s between them, but their height difference makes it so that their pelvises aren’t lined up at all, which is a relief. She’s certainly not ready for that. 

But this? This is perfect. 

“I definitely won’t have nightmares tonight,” Frank sighs happily, nuzzling in closer (Mel fights a shiver). “I’m gonna dream about this instead.” 

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