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When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader

A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy

A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk

Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor

Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off

To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey

Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss

To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings

Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness

Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies

Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism

Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence

Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

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THE PITT: Season 1 - ER Custodians

Losing a kid is hard on everybody. That's as hard as it gets. We do these debriefs to try to give a sense of closure, meaning, to difficult cases so that they won't linger. You need a safe place where you can put these feelings.

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@kingdonmicrofic, august 8th, sailing (257 words) cw: panic attack

Frank’s wife - Abby, still his wife back then - had told him it would be “smooth sailing” after rehab. She touched his wrist when she said it, lightly, like he made her nervous. She was wearing her ring with the diamond turned inward so it tapped against his skin.

Abby didn’t cry at all that visit. He didn’t know it at the time, but she’d already retained a lawyer.

“Just get through this, and then everything will get easier.” 

Months later, Mel King tells him, “This is gonna be hard.” She’s crouched next to him on the floor of the parking garage, a hand resting comfortably on his shoulder. “But I’ll be right there with you.”

Frank sits on the concrete, his spine curling forward, head between his bent knees, trying to breathe deep and slow.

She had found him loitering by his car and her bright “Dr. Langdon, you're back!” had taken his legs out from under him. 

“This is supposed to be the easy part,” he says, waiting for his nausea to subside and his head to stop spinning. He’s out of rehab. He’s back at work. Smooth sailing. 

Mel tilts her head. “Well, who told you that?” 

Frank actually laughs, but it’s small and bitter. “It doesn’t matter.” 

Mel’s fingers tense - or maybe she’s squeezing his shoulder on purpose, he’s not sure. 

“It’ll probably suck,” she says. “You can talk to me about it.” 

He covers her hand with one of his own and holds on tight until he feels like he can breathe again. 

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Just finished gilded collars and I already want to reread it!! It's SO GOOD!! Mel not knowing what was going on for months OMG THE ANGST! How could Frank do that? I get why he did it for Abby but still! Mel and Frank talked about what it was like for Mel, right? She was completely in the dark thinking that he didn't love her and he was trying to make it work with Abby. I'm sorry, I'm obsessing about it a bit lol.

I’m so glad you liked it!

So, I think the headline is this: during that time, Frank was completely overcome by fear, guilt, and shame. Those three emotions were so big that they eclipsed almost everything else.

From his perspective, he’s just blown up the lives of everyone he cares about - his kids, the woman he loves, his wife (lol), and his in-laws that have bankrolled his entire lifestyle - and he didn’t even really try all that hard to keep it from happening. So, he’s feeling like a real piece of shit.

And then there’s the pills, which have become a real fucking problem. He mentioned one kind of unflattering reason he decided to go to rehab (to stay one step ahead when it comes to any custody battles) but I think there were actually more reasons he dropped everything and left without a goodbye to Mel.

It’s an ugly truth for Frank in this moment, but he realizes he’s not going to be able to fund his addiction anymore. So things are about to get real bad. Like, getting street stuff (dangerous) or stealing from work (he just lost everything else, he can’t risk his job too). Couple that with the fact that he’s now in the early stages of a divorce, and Frank is scared of what his addiction will balloon into if he doesn’t get ahold of it.

Also, rehab literally just gives him somewhere to sleep. He can’t stay in the house with Abby. In his mind, he can’t go to Mel’s, because - and this is really the thing, here - he just destroyed her family, which he knows is the most important thing in her life. She had been so careful about the affair, and he all but told Abby about it just because he was in withdrawal and agitated.

He avoids talking to Mel at first because he’s so fucking terrified of that conversation. He’s loved her for so long, and he feels like he’s in so much deeper than she is, like she’ll pick her family over him every time. In those first few days, he’s 100% convinced that the next conversation he has with Mel will be the last time she ever speaks to him.

So when Abby tells him not to contact Mel, it’s sooooo easy. What a great excuse to push that particular heartbreak back for a while. Maybe it’s selfish, but really, in his mind, it’s better for everybody.

Of course, then he goes off to rehab and actually starts doing the work and he gets some distance from it and sees things a bit clearer, so he writes the letter.

I think, as awful as it was for Mel, she completely understands what happened very quickly after they start talking again. I think they talk about different parts of it at different times because the emotions are all so big that it can be a bit much, but they talk about it. I think in the same way that Abby brought them into her therapy sessions, Mel does the same with Frank. They all get really good at communicating really quickly because they have to.

TLDR: no one has ever been more scared of anything than Frank was of talking to Mel in that moment of time.

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omg in your microfic is Abby a cuckqueen? does she get off on hearing the details or are they just both really open about their extramarital activities, etc? i am so into bi!frank with an open marriage

(the micro in question, in case anyone wants context for this)

In my head they started seeing each other pretty young and very casually. They've both always slept with other people while they were together, but they became really close and maybe Abby got pregnant and maybe Frank thought they were in love because they were good friends who had good sex, so they got married. Who knows if that kid is even his, really. It doesn't even matter, they have a fun little life.

I think when they're young, they both get off on hearing about each other's sex lives. Maybe they pick out partners for each other. Maybe they have some threesomes. Maybe they go full cuck chair sometimes.

But they get older and they have kids and careers and the excitement fades a bit. They're still pretty open about everything, but they aren't having mutual masturbation sessions over it anymore.

By the time Mel happens, Abby is fully over it, honestly more annoyed than anything. She institutes a one-time-only rule for every extramarital partner. She tells Frank that he can't bring outside partners into their home anymore. She tells him no one else under the age of 25.

Frank breaks all those rules for Mel, and that's how he cheats on his wife within their open marriage. By the time Mel graduates college, Abby is long gone.

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i would recognize that season of television by haircut alone

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#1: you're a sensitive person Mel

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mel/frank | exactly 334 words | rated g ↳ for day six: lemonade of the august @kingdonmicrofic challenge

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@kingdonmicrofic august 6th, lemonade. word count: 497 warnings: age gap and mature content ahead

Frank Langdon has had a lot of sex.

There was the architect. Tall and scruffy with beautiful hands. He was thorough, like he understood the scaffolding of Frank’s body. Frank let him take the lead - he had always wanted to know what it felt like to be handled. 

There was the marathon runner, big eyes and long limbs and no personality. She didn’t moan at all during sex, not even when she came. She just looked at him a bit vacantly and it gave him the creeps.

There was a guy at the bar who had looked like a shorter, buffer version of himself. That one was basically an experiment, just to see what it would be like (verdict: not great).

He had a thing with a woman who worked as a funeral director. He was expecting her to be quiet, but she honest-to-god screamed when she came and it made him laugh.

It felt like he was window shopping, kind of. Like he was trying all these people on. Frank could be with anyone, as long as he came home to Abby. That was the whole deal - that was what they had agreed on. 

And then summer rolled around, and so did Mel. 

She walked through his cul-de-sac every other afternoon, pushing a little rolling cart filled with frozen lemonade, homemade and sweet. 

He felt a little guilty about this crush in particular. She was a college kid, just trying to make some extra cash over the summer. She wore baggy t-shirts and short cutoffs, her hair in two long braids. Abby had given him a look the first time she noticed him watching her, like careful with that one. 

Mel didn’t pick up on his flirting at first. 

He asked a lot of questions - about her lemonade flavors, her family, what she was studying in school. He could tell she was smart and he told her so, which gave her a pretty little blush.

And when it did happen (because of course it happened), it was on a Sunday afternoon when his family was at church. The sky was a cloudless blue, and he pulled her into his kitchen for a break from the sun. Her hands were cold and sticky. She giggled when he kissed her neck and said, “Sorry, it tickles.”

She bit down hard on his lip during the third or fourth kiss and that's when it went from silly to serious, out of fucking nowhere. She sat on his kitchen counter and he pressed himself against her, one hand fisted around a braid and the other gripping one of her thighs. She put her hand down the front of his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his cock, frozen lemonade still melting on her palm. 

He shivered through the whole thing. 

When he told Abby about it later, she rolled her eyes and asked, “Well, was it fun?” 

Frank felt like he had to lie a little and say, “Yeah. It was just some fun.”

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Top Kingdon moments as voted by my followers

Tied for #1: you're making a great first impression

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hi!! I loved gilded collars so much, it felt so well-rounded and satisfying. I remember you saying you were also working on a memory alteration fic, and I'm soooo curious about it! Can you share anything about it, if it's still something you're working on? I am excited for whatever you have coming next! <3

oh, thank you!

I am still working on that one, but it may not be next in line. It's been a slow process and I'm nervous about posting it as a WIP. I think I need to finish it completely first, even if I post it in parts.

But, for you, an excerpt! :)

Mel is seated at one of the computers when he finds her, her spine straight and shoulders relaxed.

Her hair’s pulled back in a low ponytail and she’s wearing her jacket again. The black one with the high collar, so he can’t see the skin on the back of her neck. She’s not typing, or scrolling. She’s just staring at the computer screen, tapping a pen against the desk absentmindedly. She doesn’t notice him at first. 

Frank watches her for a moment, thinking.

So - there was this weird thing that happened to him the day they met. It was small. It was barely anything, really, compared to everything else that happened that day. It shouldn’t matter.

He’s still stuck on it. 

Because the weird thing is that he remembers her - and he remembered her then, too. He doesn’t know from when. He can’t place her anywhere specific in his memory.

But he knows her. 

September 2025

Frank doesn’t really pay attention to staff introductions anymore.

Too many people cycle through the department. Interns rotate in and out. Nurses transfer floors. Residents burn out, or move on to better hours and better funding. Some just vanish mid-shift and never come back. It’s all a blur.

The only ones he cares to remember are the ones who stay. Everyone else just filters past.

So when Robby starts going through the usual ‘new faces’ speech from across the hub, Frank isn’t really listening. He’s charting, clicking through labs, getting caught up on the morning patients. 

And then:

“-starting with second-year resident, Dr. Melissa King. Fresh from the VA.”

That’s when Frank looks up.

It’s weird. It’s a totally involuntary twitch, some sort of reflex, because that name - Melissa King - tugs at something small and malformed in the back of his mind.

He can’t even get a good look at her. From where he stands he can just see the slim line of her shoulders and, briefly, when she turns, the soft profile of her face. It’s a quick, but full-feeling impression, almost like he already knows her and can fill in the gaps. 

He can picture her so clearly. He knows the shape of her eyebrows and the exact upturn of her nose. The freckles on her naked back. Her thighs, soft and so sensitive. Give him a pen and paper and he thinks he could sketch every inch of her. Oh, right, it feels like - Mel. There you are.

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@kingdonmicrofic August 3rd, road trip (488 words)

It’s an okay job. He’s only doing it for a few months, just during his break between undergrad and med school. He drives the cross-country routes, mostly. It’s better money, emptier roads, fewer passengers. 

For three brief days, it’s just him and her. 

Mel gets on his bus in Ohio with a big purple duffel bag. It’s hard to tell behind her sunglasses, but Frank thinks she might be crying. She doesn’t say a lot, except that she’s going all the way west. “California,” she specifies, after he asks. Then: “I have to go get my sister.”

That night, he makes an unscheduled stop so that she can stock up on gas station toiletries. He buys a few scratch off tickets and wins five dollars (a net loss). They sit in the parking lot and eat hot dogs together. 

She’s still not talking much, but enough for him to get the gist. He’s too chickenshit to ask any follow up questions about the sister. Or the newly dead mother.

But by Iowa she’s talking anyway.

It turns out they’re both planning on med school, and they’re both fucking terrified but pretending not to be. He tells her he’s starting at Penn in a few weeks. She asks if he’s excited. He shrugs. 

By Wyoming she’s sitting all the way up front, in the seat right behind him. She’s in jean shorts with her knees pulled up, her hair down around her shoulders, long and messy. He catches himself watching her in the mirror a lot. Eyes on the road, Langdon, he tells himself when she meets his eye in the rearview and smiles.

Mel starts talking about Becca when they’re driving through Salt Lake. “She has some support needs, so. It’s going to make school kinda hard.”

She says it flat. He doesn’t tell her that he’s sorry for her. He tells her that she’ll be good at it and that Becca’s lucky. 

She blinks fast and doesn’t say anything else about it. 

In Nevada they talk about aliens, then conspiracy theories, then unsolved murders. She teases him for being a bit older. He calls her a child. She kicks the back of his seat, gently.

They pull into Bakersfield just before dawn. She’s been on his bus for nearly three days, but she still lingers at the open doors.

He wants to say something but he doesn’t know what. He’s had a million different beautiful little thoughts about her, and he can’t figure out how to tell her any of them. 

So he just says, “Good luck.”

She says, “Thanks for the ride, I guess. See you around.”

And then she’s gone. 

He drives to the coast and then turns right around to go back east. Doesn’t really talk much to the new passengers. He keeps glancing in the mirror, thinking for a second that she’s still back there, curled up asleep in the seat behind him.

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@kingdonmicrofic august 2nd, ice cream (word count: 470)

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obviously had to write something for day one of @kingdonmicrofic. managed to hit the word count goal on this one.

august 1st: pool (332 words)

They’ve got one of those plastic kiddie pools balanced on top of the patio table, and Mel is painting little yellow flowers all around the outside edge. She’s trying to space them out evenly around the big, glued-on foam letters that spell out Tanner and Millie. 

She wipes her wrist across her forehead, and she can feel herself smear a stripe of yellow paint over her skin. Frank’s crouched low next to her, squinting and sticking his tongue out in concentration. He’s painting a Triceratops, sort of. It’s got weird teeth and big, bulbous eyes. 

The whole thing is Mel’s idea. She’s trying to do something thoughtful for the kids - and for Frank. He’s been tied up in knots all week. It’s their first real weekend in the new house, and the first time the kids will see their dad in this weird new life with Mel. He hasn’t said it out loud, but she’s noticed the way he keeps fussing with the layout of the kids room, keeps buying new toys to fill it with.

“They just get antsy,” he’d said a few nights ago, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, as though it was something he had just realized and not part of the thing keeping him awake - this fear that his kids won’t like staying at Dad and Mel’s House. “And they’re city kids, you know? They won’t really know what to do with a backyard.” 

He’d sounded so tired when he said it. So she went to Walmart the next day and bought the biggest kiddie pool she could find.

Frank is smiling now, close-lipped and genuine. Relaxed. He reaches for the green and paints an ugly little frog in between two of her daisies.

Mel leans over and gives the frog a tiny yellow crown. 

Frank looks up at her and grins, says “I love you, you know,” then licks his thumb and uses it to wipe away the smear of paint on her forehead.

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for maria @thatbuddie + tits thursday nsfw; the porn performer au + bisexual!melfrank

the hickey was still there a week later—a hidden rorschach test located just below her right nipple. remaining, whereas the corresponding teeth marks and bruises seemed to completely fade overnight.

so quickly, in fact, that when mel first noticed the healing, she pressed down onto the skin hard enough to wince. hoped that, somehow, she’d be able to preserve frank’s mark on her body like an archivist, not allowing any deterioration back to the before:

i. before the pre-booked cabin up in the catskills of the blue ridge mountains, where mel could see the tops of hickory forest trees from the front porch deck as she wheeled her suitcase away to catch her pre-booked uber to the airport.

ii. before she’d been woken up that final morning by the slide of her hoodie zipper pulled down, down, down. fingers that travelled down valley of her breasts; frank’s mouth suckled her right while his thumb circled her left nipple until she had to stifle her pleads for him to please make me come, frank, one last time against her palm.

iii. before mel went off script: finger swiped the remnants of his come off her chest, keeping her eyes locked on his as she gets a taste of him.

iv. before the negotiations fell apart: “i know you specified only wanting to shoot traditional pv penetration, maybe some POV blowjob stuff, but mel, what if we got a little creative with it?”

v. before frank hit her up via her professional email: not dms. never dms. those were reserved for one-off requests and late night personal fucks. not for her. she got the pitch: “you. me. one weekend. we’ll plan everything out before hand, shoot enough features for both of us to individually benefit…we’ve been circling each other for years, mel. i think it’s past time we found out if we make a good team.”

“what about your wife?” she typed back, because this job was different: mel only filmed with women; frank only shot with men. they would be cultivating new ground. she needed to know the rules.

he responds before mel can set her phone down: “abby’s cool with it. don’t worry, it’s just work.”