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It’s fucking crazy of her. She stands there with hay stuck to the knees of her scrub pants, her mouth drawn into a thin line, and her eyes two icy shards of fury in her face. She looks like an avenging angel, all beautiful, righteous anger, backlit by the sun streaming through the square window. If it were anyone else, Frank is pretty sure Travis would have pulled the trigger.
But Mel has always bent the rules of the universe, so Travis just nods meekly and tucks his gun into the waistband of his jeans.
Or: Frank and Mel are kidnapped, and somehow it's the most romantic thing ever.
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13 Apr 2026
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Mel had been at the group home for three months when Frank Langdon arrived.
She was fifteen, and though she had long ago told herself that measuring her age in fractions of years was a babyish thing to do, she felt it was important to note she was technically fifteen-and-three-quarters.
He was seventeen. No additional fractions needed. He’d just had his birthday a few weeks ago.
She’d shaken his hand because she knew she was supposed to when she met someone new. Her dad had taught her how. A firm squeeze with all five fingers to show them she was ‘good people’ and some solid eye contact on top of that to prove she was trustworthy.
Or: Mel and Frank meet fifteen years before the Pitt, in a group home, during the worst year of both their lives.Bookmarked by scorpiosa
13 Apr 2026
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Frank Langdon picks up his wife's call in the middle of a procedure and doesn't think twice about it.
Mel thinks about it for the rest of the shift.
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12 Apr 2026
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“I’m doing laundry later, just throw it in the hamper.” This was not unusual; sometimes a shirt of hers would end up in his laundry room after she’d spilled half her spaghetti down herself, or his paint-stained sweats would be neatly folded in with her scrub pants. Mel watched as he stripped his shirt off in the hallway outside the bathroom, her eyes lingering on the muscles in his back. How they flexed when he lifted his arms above his head, she let her eyes linger for just a few moments.
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- Part 1 of Clothing Optional
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09 Apr 2026
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“Mel, I really think it’ll help you if you have more experience.”
“What experience?” she asked. He was crawling towards her now, and she had no idea she was lying back down until he was hovering over her, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands braced on the floor beside her head. “Frank, what experience?”
“Life experience,” he answered. He bent down to kiss her, again, and he kissed her until her toes curled.
“Frank,” she repeated when they parted for breath. She wasn’t sure she’d said his name this many times in one night before. No, not even one night - about ten minutes. God. Was that right? Was it only ten minutes ago she had been settling down for bed, and now her lifelong best friend was pressing kisses to her cheeks and mouth and nose and forehead? Was it only ten minutes ago that she had never been kissed before ever, in her life, and now his tongue had been in her mouth? “Frank, what are you -”
“Mel,” he said. Very seriously, more seriously than she’d ever heard him. “Can we have sex?”
She stared at him, her heart thundering in her ears, and then nodded. “Okay. Yes. Yes, please.”
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09 Apr 2026