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“Mel,” Frank says again, standing still by the door. “I—”
“Did she throw it out? The letter?”
His phone vibrates in his pocket. It had been doing so non-stop since they left the hospital. He reaches inside and silences it, again. He doesn’t have to check—they know it’s Abby.
—microfic prompt fill: apple
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30 May 2026
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Mel huffs in frustration. She can’t think of how to break him out of this spiral of self-loathing and catastrophizing. Doesn’t know what to say or do to end this cycle of misplaced blame. But, if there’s anything she’s learned in her time as Frank Langdon’s best friend, it’s that sometimes it’s best to just ask. So that’s what she does.
“What can I do, hmm? How can I make this better for you,” she whispers desperately, letting out a gentle hum as she moves to stroke his hair once again.
Frank lets out a sarcastic, wet chuckle, his face pressed against her shins. She can feel the warmth of his breath seeping into her scrubs.
“You can show me your tits,” he says casually, his voice tired.
Mel freezes, her hand stopping mid-stroke as she registers what he just said. Instantly, her face flushes red.
“Um—did you ju—um, what?” she stammers out. I must be daydreaming again, she thinks to herself. There’s no fucking way he just said that…
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25 May 2026
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“I don’t know.” Mel frowned. “Sometimes it feels like there’s a Frank and there’s a Langdon and they are somehow two different people. I know it doesn’t make much sense.” She sighed.
“Just talk to him. I'm sure he'll enjoy being a bit more…smug…if you ask him to.” Samira said, sincerely.
“She's right.” Trinity shrugged. “You're basically Willy Wonka giving him the golden ticket.” She added.
(Or, Mel King wants her boyfriend to be a little less Frank and a bit more Langdon in bed)
Bookmarked by Dad_Inside
25 May 2026
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Instant classic, I’ll be coming back to this frequently. This is their canonical bedroom dynamic
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“What’s she like?”
“She looks a lot like Mel.”
“Oh, really? That’s — well, Mel is beautiful. She’s — yeah,” he stutters. “So, that’s good then.”
He nods a few times, trying to convince himself this really is good, and a not fucking sign from the universe that everything leads back to Mel for him.
“I just have to say it. Frank, she is Mel.”
“Fuck,” he says and walks up the steps to window to see for himself.
She’s there, sitting at a table by herself and looking like a dream with her hair loose and an oversized sweater on that he has the urge to put his hands under.
“Fuck,” he repeats. “How the fuck did this happen?”
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a (sorta) you’ve got mail au
Bookmarked by Dad_Inside
09 May 2026
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He wanted to completely and utterly ruin her. Break her down, make her come undone, just so he could pick up the pieces.
"You won't be innocent for long," he murmured against her ear, voice low, rough, definite.
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05 May 2026