#I’m in so much pain but it’s so worth it 💗

[jayaluvsyu]

A paragraph to my 2 fav boys:

@dolly4stxr : Please know I'll always love you. I'll never give up on you.

I'll stay by your side until death seperates us. I'll be here until-the very end. You're my only love. You deserve the world. I'm so sorry that I can be annoying at times I don't mean it I really don't. that's just the way I've been taught.

You make me feel like I belong here. You make me feel like I'm loveable, you make me feel appreciated, loved, welcomed, accepted.

You make me feel less weird.Make me feel like we have no boundaries when I tell you about things.

You're the best boyI could ever ask for, and I never want you to be upset with me. I hope we stick together forever. All the things we should do, all the things we should say, all the things we should think, just anything. Everything about you is so perfect there isn't even enough words in the dictionary to explain my love for you. I ve always felt like an outcast but you make me feel accepted. My pretty boy.

I'll try my hardest to never let you down. I mean it when I say I love you with my heart. I trusted you enough to open up to you. It takes so long for me to do that. Falling in love with your personality and way you talk to me so quickly was so worth it. I'm so happy that we talked that night, or else we never would have happened. You make me feel unexplainable emotions. I got so lucky to meet you. I got so lucky that you talked to me.

You're so special to me and I want you to know that. You don't even know what l would do for you. I love you so so much Ray💗💗

For @kartdeko : You're the sweetest boy I've ever met. Thank you so much for being here when nobody else was. Without you I wouldn't even be here right now. l'd probably be dead.

Even once I die, I'll always watch over you, I'll always follow you around. I'll be this biggest pain to get rid of because we all know I'm gonna try my hardest to not let that happen. Honestly you mean as much as my family means to me. I never want you to think I don't appreciate you because I do, I really do. You mean the world to me. I have no clue what I would do without you, and I don't want to find out.

I'll stay with you forever, until you want me gone. I love you. make you laugh. make u feel wanted. if i had a penny for every time i thought about you, I’d be a damn billionaire . what matters to me is You and I are Bestest Together I choose you. It's not really a difficult decision for me.

As soon as I saw you, my destiny was tied with yours. Some people don't or won't understand, some even won't like it.

But 1 | choose you

because my heart chose yours long before our we even met. I truly feel that we've loved one another before we even met. So my love, I'm comforted by the fact that my love for you is eternal, and that l will see you till the day I die. I want you, and everything that comes with you. I want all your amazing aspects and all you terrifying sides. If there was a word to describe the feelings I have for you it would be incredible because it is incredible how much l love you, how much I care about you, how I look at you, how I talk about you, and it is really just incredible how much l want you forever.I love you Ethan💞💞

(Hell yeah I’m glazing my boys tf I love them)

[certifiedsexed]

Hey there, hi. I just wanted to ask a little thing, is it 100% true no bias no political correctness n’ feminism n’ inclusion n’ bullshit obstructing the way, that the first time is in fact NOT supposed fo hurt for the girl (I’m a cis female for the record)?? Because like, I’ve been seeing this guy I’m SO into for the past few months, and he’s such a gentleman and literally never dared so much as staring at my chest or making any sort of physical advances but I keep thinking about “that” because I’m so very attracted to him but I’m also a very paranoid person and with a low pain threshold and I am VERY afraid to be in pain and make him worry (he’s often worried of hurting me both physically and mentally because he’s such a sweetheart but also just as paranoid as me) and ruin everything for the both of us so yEAH I was just wondering if you could clear out these crippling doubts for me PLEASE?? 💀💗

Hi!

I'm not sure if you understand what political correctness, feminism or inclusion are, judging by your language.

But no, it's not supposed to hurt, period. If it hurts to have sex, and I'm assuming you're talking about penetrative sex, something is wrong.

It could just be that you're going too hard, or not using lube, or that you're nervous and going to fast/hard, but those shouldn't cause extreme pain and if it does, or even hurts in general, something's not right!

As long as you don't have a medical issue that causes painful penetration, and you're using lube, not being super rough and going at whatever pace feels comfortable to you, it is not supposed to hurt.

But you can also take your time if you're nervous, Anon. You don't have to start with penetrative sex and you can also try penetrative sex by yourself beforehand to see how it feels for you, how you like it and whether it causes any pain.

There's no need to jump into the deep end with no references if you're so anxious.

Also, if it does cause pain, that should not "ruin everything". If penetrative sex causing pain "ruins everything" with this guy, then he's an asshole.

There are so many ways to have sex besides that and your only worth to him should not be tied up in whether you have penetrative sex or not. That wouldn't be gentlemanly, at all.

Hope something here helps, Anon. Let me know if you have anymore questions. <3

[thecreelhouse]

and the days only get longer from here

Paring: Steve Harrington x Francesca “Frankie” Amato

This is part of the accident prone AU— please be warned there are spoilers in these mini fics if you have yet to read the main series! This post-series fic and more can be found here -> accident prone - the blurb sides. This also contains important details that will be lost on you if you haven’t read both the Halloween fic, or the grief one.

Summary: Frankie and Steve’s first Christmas together is a memorable one, filled with love from family and friends, and a special wish coming true, catching Steve by surprise.

WC: 5.2k+ (I know, I’m doing horribly on the whole “blurb” thing lol)

Includes: fluff, fluff, and more fluff. holiday joy and silliness. some hurt/comfort (mentions of Frankie’s ongoing health battle) and angst (brief mentions of illness and child hospitalization). and a teeeeensy bit of smut. language. I think that’s it?

A/N: Okay, look, I know it’s April, but I’m posting this anyway because it’s way more lighthearted than the others. These two needed some goofy, happy moments. Also, I couldn’t post the next fic (Kintsugi) without this first for chronological details. Anyway, hope y’all who read this enjoy it, and even if only a few of you continue to keep up on these two, I’m grateful. Thank you 💗 (dividers from @/strangergraphics & song title: threadbare - the wonder years)

High among the clouds in the Sears Tower, Steve and Frankie admire the city lights, glowing warmly underneath a fluffy blanket of snow. Snowflakes continue to flutter down like confetti, only adding to what’s predicted to be at least a foot’s worth of precipitation.

“You want me to back off?”

Frankie shakes her head, looking over her shoulder at Steve with a warm smile.

“M’okay, but if you wanna hold me, I won’t complain,” She shrugs with a laugh, fingers curled around the railing along the observation deck’s windows. Steve keeps an eye on her arms, if they’re shaking from holding herself up, but she’s doing well today.

Her balance has improved since she first had to restart treatment, nausea and fatigue finally subsiding as she fought this long flare-up. It’s been months of constant pain, false hope of things getting better, only for her body to betray her all over again.

Though Frankie doesn’t believe it’s a sign of weakness to use mobility aids, it’s certainly been frustrating to navigate any inaccessible surroundings in a wheelchair again.

“Wow… so pretty up here,” Frankie breathes out in awe, fogging up the glass before her. She giggles, balling up the sleeve of her sweater between her fingers, rubbing the condensation away.

“Not scary?” Steve teases, kissing the top of her head, reminiscent of the first time they were up here.

“Not with you,” she laces her fingers between his, both holding onto the railing together. “So many pretty lights!”

He chuckles, “You love holidays, don’t you?”

“Only the fun ones.”

Steve understands why Frankie was so down around Halloween; everything hurt for her. Everything triggered her illness even more, while battling it in treatment. To say she had a hard time functioning most days was an understatement.

Yet the drastic change from then to now is relieving. It’s not that he’s relieved as if it was a bother to him; he’d care for her, do whatever he can even if her bad days lasted forever. But it’s reassuring to see Frankie slowly easing back into her life.

It’s much easier to live and want to live when the pain is tolerable, at the very least.

Still, he worries, extra cautious in case Frankie’s progress retreats with another flare up. The kids are coming to visit for the holidays, and Frankie happily offered her place up for them to stay, giving Joyce and Hopper some peace and quiet at a hotel.

On top of that, Robin, Eddie, and Dustin are crashing at her place, too, so everyone can be together.

What if it’s too much? She doesn’t need more stress than she’s had. Maybe it’d be easier to move all of this to my apartment.

“Hey, you’re sure you wanna have all the kids stay at your place?” Steve asks softly. “‘Cause if you’re not up for it, we can make room at mine—“

“Steve,” Frankie glances over her shoulder at him with a reassuring smile. “M’fine. I promise. Might need to take some time to decompress away from everyone here and there, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

When he doesn’t reply, still concerned, she turns to face him, cautious in her movements. She lifts a hand to cup his face.

“Steve, really, it’s okay. More than okay. I want everyone here, as long as they’re cool with it.”

His reaction is to ask if she’s really okay with this, but suppresses that; I have to trust she knows what her limits are.

“Okay, yeah.” He kisses her forehead, hands resting on her hips. “If anything changes though—“

“I’ll tell ya’,  I’ll tell ya’.” Frankie waves off his concern with a loving smile, turning back to the window. “Hm. Good thing Dustin isn’t here.”

“What?” Steve snorts, confused. “Why?”

“‘Cause he’d never be able to see his house from here through all this snow,” she deadpans.

“Oh my god,” his head falls forward, resting on hers while trying to stifle laughter. “Not this again.”  

Frankie’s giggles break through, contagious as always, leading Steve into his own soft chuckles.

If their laughter intertwined was a song, without a doubt, it’d be Steve’s favorite.

“So… I thought you guys said I was Santa?” Eddie huffs, hands on his hips, clad in the traditional red and white get-up.

“No, I said I would be Santa,” Steve grumbles as he tugs his hat down on his head. 

Frankie bites back giggles, watching the two men argue in Santa costumes as she sits on the store’s counter. They continue to bicker, when Steve calls out to her.

“We decided I was Santa, right?”

Eddie’s expression is at the intersection of offended and betrayed. “No, Frankie, tell him, I claimed Santa first!”

She opens her mouth, answer useless when the door’s chime rings out; Robin enters the record shop… in a fucking Santa costume.

“Hey guys! What’s—“ She stops dead in her tracks, narrowing her gaze at Eddie and Steve. “Since when are there three Santas?”

“No, nope, this isn’t happening,” Eddie firmly shakes his head. “We can’t do this.”

“Oh my god, we’re gonna ruin the holiday for the kids,” Steve throws his hands up, complaining. 

“There’s no way any kid would believe any of your scrawny asses would be Santa,” Dustin sasses, cracking up at his own words. He’s dressed as an elf, a safe costume in this current chaos. Frankie can’t hold her laughter back any longer.

“‘Key, how could you betray me? Betray us?” Steve circles his pointer finger between him, Robin, and Eddie. Frankie has tears in her eyes the more she laughs. Her partner connects the dots, “Oh my god… is this why you didn’t want to dress as Mrs. Claus?”

“M’sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” She blushes with a shrug, “And maybe… but I really don’t look good in red, let’s be real here.”

Steve’s face softens, ready to give words of confidence like any good boyfriend would. “Aw, honey, c’mon, you look cute in anyth—“

“Hang on,” Robin cuts in, jaw dropping as she glances slowly over at Frankie “… did you plan this?”

Frankie shrugs, pointing out, “Robin, you don’t even have a beard—“

“Because some dingus stole mine!”

Eddie chuckles to himself, “Heh, beard.” Robin whips her hat at him. “What? It’s funny!”

“Don’t be homophobic,” Robin grumbles, leaving Eddie bewildered. 

“Hello? Me?” He scoffs, arms out in disbelief, “Buckley, I just slept with a dude yesterday!”

“Oh my god, ew, get me the hell outta here,” Dustin gags, retreating to the back of the store, but not before he clarifies, “I don’t wanna hear about anyone sleeping with anyone. Disgusting, all of you.”

Frankie snorts, holding her hands up innocently, while Steve flips Dustin off.

“I appreciate Dustin equally being disgusted by all couples across the board,” Robin chuckles, falling back into a scowl at Eddie. The annoyance is redistributed to Steve, pointing at him. “You do not get to be Santa.”

“What? Why me?!”

“‘Cause Santa isn’t a beard thief!”

Eddie presses his lips together tightly, cheeks puffing out as he tries to hold back his laughter. Frankie claps a hand over her mouth as she notices Eddie, barely composing himself; the impending laughter is already contagious.

“Oh, what, so now ‘cause I stole your beard, Santa’s committing a hate crime—“

Frankie calms herself enough to correct Steve, “Babe, that’s not—“

Meanwhile, Robin adds, “That’s not what that means, I explained to you what a beard is!”

Eddie breaks into hearty laughter, head thrown back as he holds his stomach, already paring his chuckles with tears.

“If that’s not the most Santa laugh I’ve heard or seen…” Robin easily forfeits her spot as a Santa candidate, “Yeah, Eddie has to be Santa.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Steve throws his hands up in frustration, marching over to his girlfriend. “‘Key, c’mon, don’t I get priority ‘cause we’re dating?”

“That’s unfair!” Dustin calls out as he returns from the stockroom. 

“Henderson, you little shit, you were in on this too, huh?” Eddie’s hands rest on his hips, almost in the way Steve does on a regular basis. Dustin shrugs with a grin.

“Oh, just wait.”

Steve’s eyes widen over Dustin’s ominous tone. Frankie bites her lip, just enough to subdue the massive smirk begging to grow across her face. 

“I don’t like that look,” he murmurs, narrowing his stare at her. “What’d you do?”

She shrugs, eyes flicking to the door before it chimes again; Steve turns his head, following her stare. This time, the rest of the kids enter the shop, with Joyce and Hopper not far behind.

And wouldn’t you know it— even Hopper got fooled into wearing a damn Santa costume.

“Hey, gu—“ the eldest man stops dead in his tracks, eyes darting from Steve, to Robin, to Eddie in confusion. “… Uh… why are you three in Santa outfits?”

The entire group takes in the sight of four Santas, now, bursting into snickers and chuckles. Even Joyce can’t keep herself from giggling.

Steve whips his head back to Frankie, who’s back in a fit of giggles again. 

“Are you kidding me?”

Ready to quip, she opens her mouth, interrupted when the door chimes yet again.

“Merry Chri—“

Everyone turns to find Frankie’s father in the doorway, donning a— you guessed it— Santa costume.

Slowly, he notes the other four Santas in the room, brow quirking as he narrows his stare to his daughter. 

“This has your name written all over it, kid.”

One noise, one tiny, little snort among the youngest bunch catches Hopper’s attention; he doesn’t even have to look at El to know it’s her.

“What, did you team up with Frankie, or something?”

El just shoots a knowing smile at Frankie before whistling, staring up at the ceiling. Between that, and the way both Hopper and Frankie’s father slide one of their giant hands down their faces with signature dad-like sighs, that breaks Steve into laughter, finally.

For how far El has come since escaping the lab many, many years ago, she’s grown out of a lot mannerisms that she originally mirrored from TV shows, or watching adults interact around her; there’s a few that have stuck all this time later, even after coalescing into society and finding her footing.

That, paired with Hopper’s signature response to half of the mischievous nonsense the kids would get into, and discovering Frankie’s dad also does the same, it makes Steve wonder just how much of a handful she must’ve been as a kid, too.

His amusement barely has a chance to die down when the goddamn door chimes again, with Nancy and Jonathan entering the store.

Predictably, Jonathan was also thrown into this harmless prank, in a Santa suit of his own.

One by one, he eyes up each costume, then glances down at his own before murmuring, “Wait a second… a least one of us has to change.”

The entire room, quiet at first, erupts into roars of laughter; even all six Santas join in, despite Jonathan being absolutely lost on what’s going on.

The subtle high-five Joyce gives El doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve. 

“Alright, alright, whatever, it’s a Santa convention.” Eddie grabs a box of ornaments, eyes rolling playfully at Frankie while he heads over to the tree. “We gonna decorate or what?”

Everyone begins to pitch in with decorating around the store, yet Steve stays put, smirking at Frankie.

“You’re nothing but trouble, you know that?” He teases, hands planted on the counter, caging her in. “Where the hell did you come up with this anyway? And when?”

“Remember at the Halloween party, we were all weirded out by how similar my dad and Hopper look?” Steve nods, smirk softening as Frankie slides her hands over his. “El said how funny it’d be if they dressed completely the same, and behold! Our grand plan was born.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dustin adds.

Steve scoffs, “There’s no way anyone told you and you kept that secret for two months.”

“You’re right,” El giggles, sticking her tongue out at Dustin childishly. “He didn’t know until a few days ago.”

“I would’ve kept it a surprise!”

“You almost told Steve about his surprise birthday party last year,” Eddie nonchalantly chimes in, not even looking up from the tree as he winds garland around it.

“Oh my god, can’t a guy live with some occasional flaws?!”

“‘Occasional’ is a lie,” Lucas jabs with a snort.

Frankie’s got tears rolling down her face the harder she laughs, and though Steve laughs with her, he admires the contrast from the Halloween party to right now. Her joy wasn’t forced last time, but it certainly took more effort than usual.

She’s not fighting off the cruel side effects of treatment, and the hellish flare she was struggling through has finally began to respond to said treatment. There’s a bit more color in her cheeks— not from a butterfly rash, for once— warmth in her smile, and a playful spark in her eyes. The fatigue has lifted a little, and she can walk short distances with her cane again. Conversations don’t drain her as easily on her good days, and she had enough energy to pull off an unexpected, harmless prank.

There’s visible proof things are slowly returning to normal— her normal, that is; she will never be completely free from pain or its mental anguish, but it’s manageable again. And even when it all fell to shit, her new friends, her partner, none of them left, not like those of her past.

She didn’t have to fight this alone, and Steve can only hope it has brought some comfort through the storm.

When Frankie settles down, her smile doesn’t fade, just softens into something fond as she stares at Steve. “What?”

He realizes he’s spaced out while watching her, blushing as he comes back to the present. “I love you.”

“Yeah?” Her sunshine-like grin is back as she rests her forehead against his. “I love you, too.”

Right as they’re about to kiss, Dustin screeches from across the store, “Get a room! God, you’re all disgusting heathens.”

Steve grumbles some curses under his breath, smiling as Frankie giggles yet again. Her joy is endless tonight. Contagious.

“Think it’s only fair you help me decorate after putting me through this Santa fiasco,” he holds out his hand, helping Frankie off the counter, handing her cane over in the other.

She sighs dramatically, “Oh, fiiiiiiine, but we need some music first.” It’s muscle memory to her, plucking a certain record out of the store’s rotation stash without a second thought. She lays the record on the turntable, delicately resting the needle on its first groove. A bit of static softly escapes the speakers, ushering in The Pointer Sisters’ version of Santa Claus Is Coming to Town. Frankie’s smile lights up, brighter than the lights strung along the tree.

“S’my favorite Christmas album,” she says, holding up the vinyl sleeve of A Very Special Christmas, in all its bright red glory, with Keith Haring’s art in gold as the design. 

Somehow, this never came up in conversation, not until now; Steve grins excitedly. 

“It’s actually mine, too.”

Frankie’s expression only transforms into something so pure, glowing with absolute glee.

“Kinda like that we’re still learning fun stuff ‘bout each other.” She grabs Steve’s hand with a pep in her step, leading him across the store, into the break room. Scooping up a tub of paints and brushes, she asks, “I still need to paint cute snowmen on the windows. Wanna help?”

Steve’s pretty sure Frankie could ask for anything right now, and no matter what, he’d happily say yes. It’s simple really— when Frankie’s happy, Steve’s happy, and vice versa. 

It’s good to have that cycle back.

The party’s in full swing, with familiar and new faces roaming about the shop. When the door chimes again, Frankie instantly recognizes the latest visitor. 

“Hey, robot buddy! You made it!”

Steve turns to find Frankie greeting a young boy and his mother— Ian, the kid who bonded with Frankie at the Halloween party over their wheelchairs. This time, his chair is decked out to look like Santa’s sleigh, dressed like him, too.

“‘Key, please don’t tell me you convinced him to dress as Santa, too.” Steve murmurs into her ear; she shoots him a look.

“Absolutely not, I’m not that mean.” She sticks her tongue out at him before wandering over to the young boy. 

“Hiya, Frankie!” Ian grins up at her, adjusting the brim of his Santa hat; it’s a bit too big for him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Frankie beams back at both him and his mother. “You just might have the best Santa costume here.”

Ian glances around the shop, counting all the Santas surrounding him. “Whoa…” His eyes land on Frankie’s father, pointing at him. “Yeah, but he’s got the perfect beard!”

She snorts, “That’s my dad, actually.”

“Your dad is Santa? That’s so sick…”

His mother, Charlene, laughs. “Yeah, we’re back on that word again.”

“Maybe, but you’re robot Santa, and there’s no one else like that.” Frankie high-fives him, absolutely basks in the pure, childlike joy he radiates. “Oh, wait, I got somethin’ for you!”

She ducks behind the counter, pulling out a gift bag with a tag reading— To: Ian, From: Frankie & Steve.

 Ian’s jaw drops, surprisingly more thrilled than Frankie had anticipated. 

“… For me?”

Frankie nods, handing it over, “It’s not much, but—“

He’s already excitedly tossing out the tissue paper, making Frankie and Charlene giggle.

Ian gasps, finding a brand new box of crayons, another box of colored pencils, along with a hardcover sketchbook.

On the days Frankie would visit Ian during his treatment, he was always drawing, but never had anything proper to keep his artwork in. His mother couldn’t afford much, so he’d use a composition book and a pack of crayons run down to waxy nubs. They made the best of the little paints and cardboard they had to dress up his wheelchair like the sleigh he’s in tonight.

Frankie would always bring him some art supplies, extras she had collecting dust after her health declined; she’d rather see them be used than sit untouched, especially if it brought Ian joy in a bleak situation.

“You mean it?” Ian asks, gazing up at Frankie with glossy eyes, tugging at her heartstrings. “I can keep it?”

She chokes back tears of her own, nodding happily. “They’re all yours, kiddo. I can’t wait to see what you create.”

The boy hands the bag over to Charlene hastily, leaning over the side of his chair to hug Frankie’s legs. She laughs wetly, repositioning herself to properly hug him.

“Will you still come visit?” He asks, voice wavering with emotions. Since Frankie finished treatment, she hasn’t been in the hospital as often. “Mommy said I’m going to a different hospital soon.”

Frankie pulls back, glancing up at Charlene with concern.

“As long as your mommy’s okay with it—“

“Absolutely,” his mother answers quickly; Frankie can tell something’s up. 

She turns back to Ian, “I bet Steve would love to see your costume,” nodding to her partner not too far off. “He’ll be so jealous of your sleigh.”

The young boy’s emotions fade into something positive. “Okay!” He spins his chair toward her boyfriend, rolling over quickly. Even from a distance, they can hear him excitedly greet Steve, who offers a genuine, kind greeting in return.

“What hospital?” Frankie frantically asks Ian’s mother once he’s out of earshot. “Is he okay?”

She sighs, “He’s not responding well to his treatment anymore, so they wanna move him to the children’s hospital across the city.” Tears begin to well up, so she turns away from her son, who’s still in an animated conversation with Steve. “It’ll be for the best, at least to keep him stable. He’s doing alright enough now— kid looks and acts like his body isn’t destroying itself— but they said if we don’t try something else, he’ll decline.” She wipes a stray tear away, daring to glance over at Frankie, whose emotions are scribbled boldly across her face.

“I spent a lot of time in that hospital as a kid, and they helped me regain my life back for quite some time, ‘til I was an adult, really.” She rests her hand on the older woman’s shoulder, adding for reassurance, “He’ll be in good hands there, I promise.”

Charlene nods, trying to smile through the tears. “That helps a bit to hear that, thank you Frankie. And if you can’t visit, it’s completely alright—“

“I’d love to still visit. Won’t be as often now that I’m working again, but I’ll come by when I can.” Frankie glances back at Ian and Steve; the younger boy is talking her partner’s ear off, but he’s genuinely amused by every second of it. “And if you two need anything, don’t be afraid to call.”

“Thank you,” she pulls Frankie into a hug, keeps it quick to be polite. When she looks over at the boys, she chuckles. “You both have been so kind to him, to the both of us. Ian doesn’t have many friends, since he’s in the hospital often, so I’m hoping he’ll make some being around kids his age. But… thank you for being the first stable friend he’s had in awhile.”

Before Frankie can respond from her heart, Ian races over, with Steve in tow. He starts talking a mile a minute, rambling about their costumes, how he thinks Frankie’s dad has the best one, but he and Steve are in a tie for 2nd place.

While panic attempts to consume her every thought, she throws herself into autopilot with appropriate responses; it’s not hard when Ian’s childlike joy is contagious.

Steve catches on quickly that something’s wrong, but he knows it’s best to wait to ask. All he can do right now is subtly squeeze Frankie’s hand in silent support.

The party carries on, and Frankie makes the best of it, making sure Ian, along with her friends and family, have a great time for every second of it all.

“Ugh, it feels so good to not be in that dress anymore,” Frankie groans, throwing a loose sleep shirt over her head.

“If it’s any consolation, you looked pretty damn cute in it.” Steve, finally out of his Santa costume and in sweats, hugs Frankie from behind. He leans over her shoulder to pepper kisses across the side of her face. She laughs, playfully pushing him off.

“Hey, no funny business while everyone’s here,” she scolds him, but it’s barely a weak warning. He pays no mind to it, kissing her jaw, trailing down her neck. With each peck, they grow slower, more focused, enough to make Frankie whimper. 

Steve’s lips leave her neck, though his hands still wander under her shirt. Glancing around the room, he says, “What? I don’t see anyone else in here. Just you and me.”

Frankie snorts, rolls her eyes with a whine. She twirls out of Steve’s grasp. “Babe, later. I mean it.” Though, she’s smirking, desperate for alone time with her partner. It’s been a very busy, chaotic, and crowded last few days, and she likes it, but her body doesn’t. She’d kill for a moment to just laze around with Steve, even for a few hours.

“What, you think we can’t be quiet and quick?”

“I can be quiet, but you, on the other hand…”

“Me? You can’t be serious,” Steve scoffs. “Not once have you ever been quiet when we fuck around.”

“… You’ve got five minutes if you can shut me up and keep me quiet, Harrington— whoa!” Steve picks her up bridal style, rushing to rest her back on the bed. He’s swift to pull his pants down to his ankles, tugging Frankie’s down enough to run the tip of his cock between her folds.

“Challenge accepted, Amato,” his dorky reply earns a breathy laugh from his partner. “Knew it,” he mutters, teasingly rubbing against her clit, relishing in the sight of her jaw falling open, head tilting back in a preview of bliss. “Knew you’d be wet already, pretty girl.”

Frankie snaps her head forward to roll her eyes at Steve, but the blush blooming across her face does her feigned annoyance no favors.

“Hey, what’d I say about keeping me qu—“ Steve leans down, kissing her while slowly stretching her out. Frankie manages to strip off her pants completely without breaking the kiss, and Steve’s quick to hook an arm under her leg, lifting enough to reach that spot that makes her eyes roll back and squirm. Hand on her hip to keep her in place, he finds a deliciously slow, steady pace, throbbing against her walls each time she tries moaning, muffled by the kiss.

“Five, you said?” Steve whispers against Frankie’s lips, countering, “Keep quiet, and I’ll make you come in three.”

Steve forgot how much energy most folks have, especially when they’re younger. It’s nearly midnight, and he’s been ready to sleep since 9pm. Frankie had to call it quits for game night around 10, wishing luck to everyone still involved in an intense game of Monopoly.

 While the kids continue on, Steve passes off any responsibilities to Robin and Eddie, too exhausted to care about the possibilities of trouble they could get into. He slips into Frankie’s room, holding the doorknob in one hand, while the other steadies the door, in an attempt to close it quietly.

Frankie, though, is still awake; she’s made herself cozy under a pile of blankets, fixated on the view of heavy snowfall out her window. The cities lights float through the window, illuminating the dark room.

“Did we keep you up?” Steve winces, already feeling guilty for how loud they were, but Frankie shakes her head.

“Nah, just couldn’t sleep.” She gives an exhausted, yet genuine smile to him.

He climbs into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders; she leans into his touch, sighing contentedly. 

“Pain keeping you up?”

“No, thankfully not. It hasn’t bothered my sleep much lately.” Frankie turns away from the window, head resting against Steve’s shoulder. “I’m scared to jinx it, but it feels like things are finally getting better.”

Steve can feel himself begin to choke up, grateful Frankie’s eyes are closed.

Maybe it’s safe to tell her now…

“Hey… remember when we visited your mom, and made wishes for her birthday?”

Frankie’s too tired to move, barely can nod against his shoulder. But she smiles with a hum, “Mhm.”

“Have any of those ever come true for you?”

She forces her eyes open, glancing up at him with curiosity. “Some of ‘em. Why do you ask?”

“I, uh.. I’m sure it’s just coincidence,” his voice cracks, hand finding hers to lace their fingers together. “But I wished for your— jesus, this is corny—“ Frankie squeezes his hand, reassuring him to continue. “I wished you’d get better by Christmas. And I know that people like us never really get better, not completely… but at least enough that you could live again. I don’t wanna jinx it, but maybe it’s finally coming true.”

Frankie sits up, frowning a little. “I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot to handle. You’ve probably been so tired of taking care of me—“

“What? No, no, god no, it’s not like that,” Steve clarifies gently, feeling awful she still worries how her health affects everyone else, rather than herself. “I don’t see it that way, and never, ever would. I want you to get better enough ‘cause it breaks my heart watching you battle this. You’re strong as hell, but strong or not, this shit sucks.

“You’re still going through it, but it’s so… so relieving to see you make progress, even if it’s slow.” He doesn’t realize the dam broke until Frankie balls the sleeve of her sweater up, wiping away his tears with the fabric. 

“Steve, you’re a damn fool for using your wish on me.” His mouth parts, ready to lovingly argue her on that, when she beats him to the punch. “But whether it’s real or coincidence… thank you.”

Frankie kisses his cheek softly, lips turning upward as a subtle blush creeps across his face.

“I’m still waiting on my wish, y’know,” she speaks gently, voice low, afraid to jinx her delicate wish. Through the weariness in her eyes, something twinkles, catching Steve with curiosity. His hand molds against the shape of her jaw and neck, while a familiar warmth blooms in his chest when she leans into his touch. “But it feels like each day is a step toward it coming true.”

“Will you tell me when it comes true?”

“If,” Frankie corrects him.

“No, it has to. It wouldn’t be fair if only one of us got it.” Steve is adamant, refuses to believe whatever Frankie wished for won’t come to life, too. 

So much weird, unnatural, unexplainable shit has happened to Steve for years now, he can’t help but believe these wishes could be real, too. There should be hope to balance out the losses, after all.

“Gotta let this one naturally happen,” her whispers dance along his lips, kissing him softly. “If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

Steve kisses her, a short and sweet peck, slipping underneath the mountain of blankets on her bed. He pushes aside his curiosity. “C’mon, you really need sleep.”

Frankie curls up with him, exhaling a sigh of contentment as Steve spoons her. The two float into a brief, comfortable silence, minutes passing by as they relax against one another.

“Hey… do you think it’s weird to invite Charlene and Ian to dinner tomorrow?” Frankie asks quietly, glancing over her shoulder. 

“Why do you ask?”

Frankie hesitates, reins in her emotions to fill Steve in. “Ian has to move to the children’s hospital… his treatment isn’t working right now. Charlene’s stressed, obviously, and I- I don’t know, I just think it’d be nice to invite them, maybe take both their minds off what’s going on for a few hours. Is that weird? Maybe it’d be overstepping—“

“Frankie, it’s not weird.” Steve gives a faint smile, “It’s sweet of you to think of them. Is your Nonna okay with two more people though?”

Her stare narrows as she giggles. “Stevie, you know Nonna welcomes everyone and anyone with open arms.”

‘Yeah,” he sighs, arm draped over Frankie’s waist, squeezing softly. “Reminds me of someone I know.”

“Santa?”

“Which one?” Steve snorts, referring to her earlier prank.

Teasingly, she quips, “Not you.”

Steve dramatically sighs, “I’m too tired to get back at you , but I’m gonna remember that. You just wait.”

“Threatening me? On Christmas Eve Eve? Nothing but coal for you, ya’ grump.”

First thing tomorrow, Frankie will make her last minute calls, push through another busy day, another one she’s grateful to make it to.

But tonight, she cuddles with her partner, basking in the coziness of warmth shared with one another. She fixates on the snow falling outside her window, glowing under the streetlights, while Steve murmurs such sweet, simple words of affection into her ear. She pulls his arm tight and close to her body, humming as they meld into each other.

Eventually, Steve’s voice drifts off, ushering in his airy, steady breaths as he falls asleep. Frankie cherishes any time with Steve, but nights together like this are just a preview of what her wish holds. She stares off at the snow, eyelids slowly weighing closed, pleading silently to anyone above, any higher power who’ll listen: 

Please, please, let this one come true, too.

[notsoattractivearenti]

Two and A Half Men (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader x Weston McKennie)

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: none

A/N: ok i'm not sure how to put it properly in the title without looking like a threesome group LMAO but in this fic Christian is reader's partner and Weston is both reader and Chris' best friend. and i'm aware Christian is holding a ball in the cover pic but imagine it’s a baby instead! this one is probably meh but i've been thinking about this idea all day and just had to write it down. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

—

“Knock knock… Can I come in?”

You see Weston’s head peeking through the slightly-opened door, respectfully waiting for you and Christian to let him in.

You wave your hand from the hospital bed to invite him to come inside. Wes carefully opens then closes the door, and quietly walks toward you. You see him bringing two bags of something in one of his hands but you can’t figure out whatever those may be.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a big hug. “How are you feeling, my friend?”

“Hi Wes! Very exhausted, of course, but all good. Thanks for checking in.” You respond weakly.

“Oh I figured!” He laughs. “Christian told me you were in labor for almost 24 hours??? That’s wild! I don’t think I could be as strong as you were!”

You chuckle with a faint smile written on your face. You weren’t lying when you said you are very exhausted – it was a very long and painful process you had to go through to bring your child into the world. But no matter how insanely tiring the labor was, you loved every second of it and would do it all over again.

“Yeah… Wild indeed. Totally worth it, though.”

“By the way,” Weston hands you one of the bags he brought earlier, “I got you sushi. I know you love them and you couldn’t have even one during your pregnancy, so I believe you deserve some.”

“No way! Thank you Wes!” You excitedly unpack the bag and open one of the three boxes of sushi Weston gave you. You haven’t eaten one in nine months, and right now it’s like those delicious sushi are begging you to eat them right away – and obviously you can’t resist it.

“Ugh, sushi is overrated.” Christian scoffs.

—

Christian just came back from changing your baby’s diaper in the other room. He is holding your little bundle of joy in his arms – since he was just born, Christian has already become so protective of him he didn’t want the baby to ever leave his arms.

“Hush, C, no one needs to hear your trashy opinion.” You playfully clap back at his statement.

Your banter cracks Weston up. He cackles and you both do a high five.

“Ha-ha! Burn bro!”

Christian squints and shakes his head. He is more than happy to know that his best pal and his life partner are best friends, but sometimes when you two “gang up” on him – which happens really often, because you both love to make fun of Christian together – he would feel so outnumbered and get quite annoyed by it.

“Hmm, I’m not loving this dynamic, you know.” Christian says sarcastically.

“Oh boohoo, don’t be so bitter, white man.” Weston mocks him in response.

“Anyway, what’s up, new dad!?” Weston greets Christian then does the usual handshake with him – but since Christian is currently holding your baby, they do the one-hand version of the handshake.

“Happier than ever bro! I’m living the dream!” Christian gushes. 

“Aww, congratulations my brother!” Weston excitedly pats Christian’s back.

Christian gently supports the baby's head and back with his hands then slightly lifts the baby closer to his face.

“Here, we want you to meet our son, Finley Mark Pulisic. You can call him Finn for short.” Christian officially introducing your little man to his best buddy.

Weston is immediately in awe of Finn. His eyes were instantly locked on the face of the cutest little human he has ever seen.

“Wow, dude, he is so precious…” Weston murmurs. “You’re so lucky. man”

“Yeah, I know.” Christian replies.

His eyes are also very much set on Finn, admiring how adorable his little one truly is. For him, “lucky” is an understatement. He feels like he has hit the jackpot with the family life he’s now living, and would not want to change even the littlest thing.

Weston feels the urge to caress Finn’s little chubby cheeks with his finger, but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries so he asks for Christian’s permission before doing anything.

“May I feel his cheeks?”

“Yeah, of course.” Christian allows him to do so.

Weston gently caresses Finn’s cheeks and his heart suddenly feels like it is exploding.

“Oh my God, why is he this soft!? These fluffy cheeks are to die for! He is so cute!” Weston just blurts his thoughts out.

You – who is currently busy eating sushi that Weston brought for you on the bed – laugh when you hear what Weston said. It is clear to you that he has become Finn’s number one fan.

“What can I say, I did make one hell of a cute baby.” You chime in.

“We. We made a cute baby.” Christian jokingly corrects you.

You roll your eyes, blow a raspberry at him, then continue eating.

“Yeah, no, Finn’s cuteness is definitely all Y/N. Like, one hundred percent Y/N.”

Of course Weston is taking your side, he just wants to get into Christian’s nerve.

“Yea, yea, yea, whatever.” Christian mutters.

—

Christian’s arms get tired from carrying the baby for quite some time, so he puts Finn down on his crib next to your bed. At the same time, Weston feels like he is forgetting something, so he looks around and realizes he brought another takeout food for Christian. He quickly grabs the bag to hand it to Christian.

“Oh, Chris, I brought you some burritos,” Weston hands the other bag to Christian, “they are not from Chipotle, but you gotta eat, bro.”

Christian chortles.

“You don’t need to do that, but thanks a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite new parents.” Weston winks and funnily does the finger guns at us.

“You know what Chris? I just thought about this: now that you have a son, we’re like two and a half men. Like, you and I are the two and Finn is the half. How awesome is that?” Weston randomly tells Christian about this thought that crosses his mind.

You were listening to Weston’s random thoughts and already feeling left out – obviously you are not being serious – you voice your protest to him.

“Hey! What about me? Where am I fitting in on this scenario?”

“You will be the one who gave birth to the half man!” Weston laughs.

You’re confused as you don’t find that funny, but you think you should just play along.

“Eh,” you shrug, “whatever.”

“You two can raise Finn together then.” You acted upset.

“Y/N, please, don’t be mad…” Weston pretends to beg for your mercy.

“You and I both know anyone is better at parenting than Christian, right?”

“Come on guys,” Christian groans, “stop bullying me!”

—

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

Bella the craziest thing just happened. i was sitting here thinking about that one michael fic u wrote and the super angsty grayson one you just did (that jabbing his finger at the left side of his chest still undoes me) and then i started thinking about the dancer and the angel and i just CANNOT BELIEVE one of my best friends wrote that!!! like your brain just did that!!! wow im friends with a literal mastermind its actually insane when i think about it

omggg jude are you trying to make me cryyy 🥹🥹 literally breaking my new years resolution to stop crying so much rnnnn whattt!! why are you the sweetest girl alive I can’t 💗💖💕 like you actually don’t understand how that just absolutely made my week!!

ahhhh I can’t believe you think about my fics past reading them, like it mean so so much to me that someone would think about my writing, like it’s actually worth being on your mind 🥰🥰 and it’s even better coming from you bc you’re the BEST freaking writer ever!!

(the jabbing of his finger on his heart also undoes me and I don’t even know why I wrote that bc it made me feel TOO much pain but writer sacrifices yk ✨)

I’m actually hoping the dancer and the angel part 5 will be out in the next week 🤭🤭 but we’ll see bc I’m a busy gal rn!!

and girl don’t even start with ‘I’m best friends with a mastermind’ BC HELLO!? IM FRIENDS WITH THE MASTER. FULL STOP. you’re talking about what my brain can do but girl your fics are literally engraved into my soul like 💖💘💕🥰💓✨💕💘😍 when I need to feel I read your fics bc they’re so emotional and so well written and you can just connect with them

your descriptions are always killer, like I feel like I’m there and whhdjehdhd the banter you can write girl omlll it’s literally some of the best I’ve read!! 🤭🤭BUTTT let’s not forget abt the angst bc your grayson series… I STILL HAVENT FIRGIVEN YOU for burning my soul into cremated flesh 👹👹 like girl wayyyy to break me but whatever!! no but seriously it was INSANE the way I literalky teared up and everything

jejdhdjjdhdb jude I love you with all my heart, you mean to world to me <33 I hope you know that this message literally made me smile so hard!! you’re truly the sweetest kindest girl ever and i can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you as one of my best friends!! I hope you’re having the best day 💖💖 love youuuuu

[greennoobartist]

Based on this post

@blupeeblep @thebackofmymind4 @nevermatchandscpsradadventures @taniakinn

Hi! I’m so sorry that you’ve been dealing with those lies for so long, because they are, indeed, lies. I don’t know you outside of tumblr, barely know you /on/ tumblr, for that matter, but I don’t think I’ve seen psychopathic behavior in any of your posts that I’ve seen. I’m not a legally licensed anything, much less a psychiatrist/etc, but all I’ve seen is a young person who’s been dealing with a lot of pain but is still friendly to others and doesn’t put others down. I may be wrong, I haven’t seen all of your posts, don’t even remember what all of them are, and a lot of this is influenced by this and a couple previous posts, but I don’t think I would’ve followed you if I had seen that kind of ugliness. For what it’s worth from a total stranger, I believe that you are fearfully and wonderfully made, and there’s still a plan for your life. I pray that you will find people, both on and outside of tumblr, who will show you the love and support you need (I want to be one of them 😉). I pray that you will find what God’s plan is in all this pain, not that it will take the hurt away, as much as I wish it, but that it would help you to grow into a better and stronger person than the people who’ve told you those lies. As at least one other person has said in other replies: don’t stuff your feelings/bottle them up. Take it from someone with experience, it will build and build and start to eat you from the inside, and then it’ll all come out like one of the world’s worst Coke + Mentos reactions. I’m a Christian, I believe that we should pray for help when we need it, or even just when we have something on our minds that we want to talk to God about, but we were also made for community, and part of that is coming alongside each other and helping to carry burdens, whatever that may be/mean. I would love to do that for you, and I’ll be praying for you. 🫂🫂🫂 May the Lord bless you and keep you and make his face shine upon you. - Nevermatch

We are all just random people like you, and there are many good people in the world. <Pinches you> it's real ^w^ 🫂🫂🫂 Making friends is hard. Especially irl. But there are good people out there who are very happy to be the Samwise to your Frodo. I'm sorry that's what you have gone through. 🫂🫂🫂🫂 Life's not all doom and gloom. There's always a silver lining if you look hard enough. All us creatures on earth are similar. Hmm... We are many times are best friends, because we can know ourselves the best, and sometimes we need others to be our best friends until we can find how to love ourselves again. You're not a monster. You're not a psychopath. You're not a villain. You're not a faker. You deserve nice things. You deserve to live. I love hearing from you. You're one of my bestest friends. You're a real cool person. I've never seen you face to face, but I know it. What have you done? Opened yourself to find the truth. That you're an imperfect human creature just like everyone else and you're trying your best in the world just like everyone else. If you're a monster, a psychopath? Then everyone is, because we're all trying our best and trying to find love and acceptance. Being yourself will bring you the people who are right in your life. People who encourage you to be you and accept yourself are good people. Those who have tried to dig you under, bury you, told you to die, that you're evil? They're jealous. They're jealous of how good you are, of your amazingness. They don't want you to see the truth, because they're jealous that you're a good person. Don't let them win, they don't care about you. Let those who care about you win, and live. There is light. There is warmth. It'll find you when you search for it. You've found it. 🫂 Don't be sorry. We all need a shoulder to cry on at times. Telling people is healthy, keeping it inside is not. It hurts you more and more the longer you keep it locked up. 🫂

🫂🫂🫂 ur not being depressing. you're a real person. It's unrealistic to expect to feel a certain way all the time. The answer to your question: People are nice to you bc you deserve it. UR AWSOME DUDE! 🫶😛✨️ .Online, it's easier to make friends who share your interests and share your thoughts. (We are real people, tho lol). Don't let ppl tell you you aren't worth bc you are. You give what you get, awsome posts and being and awesome person gets you moots who get you and stuff for who you are 🙃🫶

If y'all thought I won't respond to this, y'all were so fucking wrong :)

First, school, fuck it. Second, got overwhelmed. That's why im replying hours later, but I did saw it... I did read it... And if I was in my bed rn, my pillow would be so fucking wet my mom would have to put it in a laundry dryer and no exaggeration intended.

... I don't know what to say.... Im out of words...

Why.... Was i so fucking stupid.... To keep this within myself for over 3 years now?? Why did i do that.... now i don't remember... I literally kept it bottled up within myself to burn like flames and hurt me like poison....and no one suspected a thing.... And I would've kept it within myself....

I was always afraid of getting judged that I was bottling up all my pain just...just to not be a burden....just bcuz everyone told me that no one cares... That life isn't made to be a happy place and that nobody cares...

Blep and Nevermatch, you said that sharing it is better than bottling it up, and I knew that and still all of this was boiling within me for 3 years... I literally just snapped and bursted into tears suddenly and had to get it out of myself and thought "yeah... Let it just be here till I get from school then I can get rid of it cuz nobody cares"....

Fuck you all those people for those nicknames and cruel words... Calling me a monster....a psycho.... *sniff*

I know im not perfect but am I seriously that bad??..... Well.... Y'all told me im not....

...

I know that my family won't believe me a thing if I ever said a shit about this.... But thank you for offering reassurance ❣️

Ill keep these messages forever and reread them again and again cuz they're just so meaningful i wish I could hang them on my wall and wake up to them every day....

I think it's gonna take me forever to wrap my mind around the fact that:....this is real....these are real people.....no AI....no joke.....no fake....just truth.... Just..... Just what life should be.... For a kid my age....

Thank you ❣️💗

[thevikingwoman]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @lilas and @myreia thank you 💗

tagging forward to @galadrieljones @roguelioness @galadae @redwayfarers @ubejamjar

@greyyourwarden @superfluouskeys if you want

I do have something - i was sick this weekend so why not a sick fic trope?

“Not worth much to see me such, sick as a dog. Good to see you well, though – ” He coughs a little again, his voice strained, and falls silent. “Shhh - spare your voice.” He opens his mouth as to protest, but she continues, no wish to hear that rattling cough again. It sounds painful. “And no matter, it’s always worth to see you, Tansui.” She tucks a bit of his hair away from his forehead, and he smiles carefully as he looks up at her. He looks awful, really, his lips dry and eyes half closed. Meryta gets up and opens the window in the kitchen – fresh, cool air will be nice. There’s a pitcher of water, and she pours a glass for him. He drinks all of it carefully, and she gets another. “Are you hungry?” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure my healing can do much for a cold – but let me try.” Day or night, the stars and the gates of the heavens are always present and heed her call. Her aether swirls through her, out of her, and over and into Tansui. She tries to find if she can heal or bring relief anywhere, anyhow, but she’s not a chirurgeon. Her healing is meant to close wounds and provide succor in battle, not cure the sick. “Feels nice enough,” he says – but she’s not really doing anything. She shakes her head.

[valeisaslut]

you just destroyed me. i’m bawling my eyes out like a bitch rn. but it was worth it. it’s a true masterpiece. one of the best things i’ve ever seen. can’t wait for the epilogue. your writing is just so beautiful and you’re insanely talented. the way you describe every scene is unreal. devastating in a good way. i absolutely adore your style. can’t wait for your future works. you’re truly incredible

i’m actually gonna cry real tears reading this omg 😭 like the fact that you’re bawling like a bitch (your words not mine LMAO) and still found it worth it??? that means the entire world to me. you called it a masterpiece??? i am simply going to pass away in peace now.

thank you for every single word in this message. for calling the writing beautiful, for saying the scenes hit, for feeling the devastation and still saying it was good. THAT is everything i ever wanted collide to be. chaotic and painful and so full of love you can’t even breathe through it. and knowing you connected to it this much? i’m honored. seriously.

i can’t wait to give you the epilogue. and whatever else comes next. thank you for being here. for crying. for caring. i adore you 💗🫂

[skyfallscotland]

so i’m back to send you good vibes and flare-free days from one chronically ill badass to another—

don’t ever feel guilty for taking the time you need. if being happy and healthy (or as much as you can be) means we aren’t sobbing on ao3 for a little while, we don’t have to sob on ao3🤷‍♀️ (we’ll survive i promise😉)

anywhooooo sending all the peace, love, and pain-free good vibes to all the chronically ill bad bitches out there 💙

happy olympics!

thank you so much 🥹 it’s hard because writing is such a compulsion for me, i genuinely need to get the story out of my head, but my body just doesn’t cooperate a lot of the time

and i definitely feel better if a fic is mostly finished before i publish and with BRV, i haven’t done that and it does stress me out a little because i have an idea of where it’s going but i’m not positive about everything, you know? and there’s other stories i want to write in this universe too, so i want to be connecting all the dots where they need to be 🥹

for now, i’m just plodding along and i’m grateful you’re all sticking with me, i promise the wait will be worth it 💗

wishing you all the non-flares days in the world!

[leejenowrld]

Oh my gosh, part seven literally has me staying awake at 2am when I have to be up at 6am for work. 😭 To start off, this is the first time I’ve ever written to a writer on Tumblr (usually I’m a silent reader, sad I know). But I got to say, you just leave me speechless with my jaw dropped to the floor. The angst in this chapter is chefs kiss, perfection. Literally had me on my toes for how the expose would pan out. I feel like this whole series can be a movie, the amount of detail you put into your writing has me taking a moment to pause and play out every scene in my head. I honestly never felt this way about a fic before. So thank you for your hard work, especially with pushing out 40k plus chapters in such a short amount of time. 💗

As I still wrap my head around this chapter (and tbh I’m probably gonna read again to pick up any pieces I missed), I leave you with my sad angsty feels for y/n and picture her listening to (or even writing) the song Oceans & Engines by Niki. The song feels so fitting with the last scene of this chapter. I cannot wait to see how this story unfolds with the time jump. Much love!! 🫶🏻

oh my god, angel — i need you to know how much this message means to me. i don’t even have words big enough to hold the amount of love and gratitude i feel reading this. you being a silent reader and choosing this moment, this chapter, to send your first ever message genuinely means the world to me. i don’t take that lightly at all. you trusted me with your feelings, your late night thoughts, your 2am heart (when you have work at 6am😭 i hope your shift went well!!) and that is the most special thing you could give me as a writer. i’m holding it so carefully in my hands.

the way you described pausing and picturing every scene, like it’s a movie in your head — that is everything i dream of when i write. i want you to feel like you’re in the room, like you can hear the breath between the dialogue, feel the weight of every choice they make, and you felt it. you felt it so deeply that it kept you awake and made you want to relive it all over again. that is the highest honour you could give me. truly.

and oceans & engines!!!! i love that song. it’s perfect. it captures that aching, helpless, bittersweet pain so exquisitely, and now i can’t stop thinking about y/n scribbling down those very lyrics, or humming that melody under her breath, quietly wrecked by the gravity of it all. you get this story. you see it exactly as it lives in my head and heart, and it’s the most incredible feeling knowing we’re connected like that.

thank you for seeing the effort behind the scenes too — the 40k chapters, the hours of crafting every layer of tension, every twist of angst. it’s not easy, but messages like yours make every second worth it a thousand times over. you make me want to write harder, write better, write for you.

i love you so deeply for this. i’m so, so grateful you’re here with me in this story. i promise i’m going to make the next chapters worth every ounce of emotion you’ve given me. i’m pouring my whole heart into it, for readers like you. 🫶🏻 please never hesitate to send me your thoughts, no matter how small or messy you think they are — you are always welcome here. and i cannot wait for you to see what’s coming next. you’re going to feel everything, i swear it. 🤍

[tarotofzhivasmoon]

🌈💗Who is your soulmate?💗🌈

#Aquarius #Capricorn #Scorpio #Virgo #Sagittarius #Aries

Your soulmate is someone who definitely has been struggling with finding their inner balance, especially because they don’t really have a good sense of self worth and they might be really insecure, they might’ve not had a whole lot of experience with relationships or all of their experiences might’ve been negative and that didn’t really make them feel safe and empowering in order for them to remain who they’ve been. Those experiences or lack there of might’ve affected them tremendously because they used to be a person who’s so open to giving, to showing love and affection, to being supportive and considerate and now some of you might experience a really extreme version of them, that’s either still supportive and showing love and affection but without any boundaries and to a point in which it’s to their own detriment or they could literally make you feel like this is one sided and they’re not really putting in as much effort as you are. Regardless, they’re operating on extremes and I know that some of you might say that how can someone who treats me like this be my soulmate, but there are so many things to consider that don’t really stop at who this person currently is. In the past they’ve been loving, something hurt them once, twice, 10 times and they started to adapt and make use of coping mechanisms that would protect them from that hurt so that they could survive once they hit the capacity of how much emotional pain they could take in that state; they went into emotional survival and they did what they had to do to continue on living and dealing with their own pain and whenever you’re meeting them they could either still be this cold, detached version of themselves and you’re the one who’s going to bring the change for them or you’re going to meet them later on when they will have changed from being cold back to being loving due to having multiple loving experiences that warmed their hearts. This doesn’t mean that they will stay the same way spirit is describing them, you’ve changed a lot too and sometimes maybe you turned into someone you didn’t like only because you went into emotional survival mode, but that doesn’t make you any less worthy of love and the same applies to them, because this person still has that warm, compassionate, loving side to them, they just don’t show it that easily because they don’t trust easily either due to what they’ve experienced. Within them there’s this fountain of treasure, they’re resilient, they will make you feel supported, loved, and they are working towards having a healthy self esteem, they are —

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[bradshawsbaby]

Hi sweetheart💖, I read your post about your love life, i know this is not a soft thought but I want to tell you that I understand you very well. Personally, I haven't been very lucky when it comes to my love life. I had planned (as much as these things can be planned😂) when I was younger to get married around 23 and start having children around 24/25 since I would like to have a large family. And instead, at the age of 26, I find myself single again, with great uncertainty regarding my ability to have children. Needless to say how much I suffered from this and how many days I really feel as if I were destined to remain alone. I often felt like I was a failure, like I hadn't succeeded in my goals or worse I felt like I was behind others. But I understood that everyone has their own path and times. I understood that I don't have to compare myself to anyone because everyone has had and had their own experiences and their own life path which is unique for everyone. There is no right or wrong age to find your person. There are some who find it in high school, others find it at 30 and still others later. My mom always told me that the right person is out there that he's just waiting for the right time to meet us and that when we meet him we'll know right away if he's the one for us (my mom is a super romantic, but honestly if I think about how she met my dad and their story I believe her even more). As an incurable romantic as I am, I don't lose hope that things can change for the better from one day to the next and I rely on the saying that just when you least expect it, you find love! So I think we have to make ourselves strong, that it's okay to feel a little down and a little more lonely some days but remember that there are people who love us and that we must never forget our value or lower our standards for anyone! Always remember how much you are worth, to love yourself and not to be too hard on yourself but rather to live every day to the fullest and seek happiness in the little things. Also because, as they say, a positive mind attracts energy and positive things! I don't know if I managed to cheer you up a little or if I did worse😂 but as you already know if you feel like it you can always contact me so we can console and support each other! And remember to never lose hope, we too will one day find our Bradley Bradshaw (or our Bob, or Jake, whoever we dream of)💗✨

Oh, Fab, you’re so sweet! 🥹🫶🏻

I know we all go through these periods of ups and downs. Like you, I always envisioned an age when I would get married and an age when I would start having children. And it can be really sad and painful when you reach those ages and feel like you don’t have anything to show for it, or that you’re not where you wanted to be at that point in your life.

I’m trying really hard to stay positive and to trust that the guy for me is out there. I just honestly hope he’s not on these dating apps 😅 We just have to keep hoping! Our dream men are somewhere, and hopefully they’re searching for us, too!

[lenteur]

random thoughts about castaway diva, episode seven(ette)

(read more because i always get carried away lol and this post might contain spoilers)

We’re starting this episode with how the mom and dad met and it’s the most wholesome thing in the world

« He was the first person who tried to walk at my pace » i let out the biggest awww 🥺 lee uk is the definition of a good man.

I just want to emphasize on how extraordinary of a man lee uk is. He saw a woman who needed help, talked with her about it and was willing to throw his existence away and start anew for that woman. If that doesn’t show how much of a loving and strong man he is, i don’t know what will.

Bo geol being one of the few who isn’t afraid and doesn’t care about lee seo jun’s power is chef’s kiss.

I like that ran joo and mok ha’s �� friendship » isn’t linear and has lots of complexities. Yoon ran joo was okay with mok ha singing for her, until the truth was out. She’s become wary of mok ha and sees her as a threat, comparing her to mo rae and thinking mok ha will take this opportunity away from her. Ran joo is letting her emotions get the best of her. She wants to come back and prove her worth so bad that now that there’s an obstacle in front of her, she’s panicking. I do feel for her because she was at a very low point in her life until she met mok ha. Things started to get better but now, she’s facing reality. She’s proving she’s a diva in the sense that she doesn’t want any competition. She fears going back to the dark place she just escaped from. But then, you have mok ha who has never shown any sign of wanting to take the spotlight away from ran joo. She’s a real fan and has proved time and time again how far she’s willing to go to help her idol. Sure, she wants to become a singer, but that doesn’t mean she wants to eradicate the whole competition. She just wants to live her dream. That’s it.

The heartbroken look on mok ha’s face 💔 you can see how much she has endured. She thought being on a deserted island was hard, well she might have involved herself in a situation that’s harder than that. It pains me to see her like that because she’s still a little bit naive. She has proved enough times already how good of a person she is. She even postponed her debut to become ran joo’s manager and help the singer reach the 20 million album sales goal. She already « wasted » 15 years of her life trying to escape from her father, and yet she still chose ran joo before herself and i think you can’t question her loyalty.

I know I make basically next to zero sense but i understand both women.

The dirty look mok ha gave that guy when he called her ugly lmao. How dare you say that to her?

Mo rae’s manager is a scumbag and I’m glad mok ha put him in his place. I’m just mad that everyone wants mok ha to feel guilty for going up on stage and singing. Life was already hard for her, you don’t need to another layer on top of everything she’s been through. Also, you can try to unsettle her but mok ha is stronger than that. I’M ROOTING FOR HER TO WIN THE SHOW!!!

Kang bo geol’s outfit is super cute in this episode and seeing him jealous? MY HEART IS FULL 💗💗💗

I mean how could anyone ever doubt bo geol is ki ho? It’s clear as day! Ever since episode one, they dropped little hints about who’s ki ho. It’s the little details. He cares and it shows.

It was heartwarming to see mok ha sing without hiding and thriving on stage :D Put a big smile on my face.

It's interesting now that woo hak knows the truth the roles are reversed between the two brothers. Woo hak wants to hide everything and Bo geol is tired of hiding and wants to live his life freely. Woo hak trying to make his brother choose the wise decision when bo geol has been suffering for 15 years is insensitive. Now that his memory is back, woo hak is trying to make the entire family follow his plans, just like he's been doing before. It's frustrating to see woo hak being the one making decisions when clearly, the one who suffered the most is bo geol. He's been through so much. It was bound to happen. He finally exploded and he's taking the control back.

NO MOK HA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Don't go meet mr jung. It's dangerous.

I'll give credit where credit is due, mr jung is veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy clever. That's for sure!

I'm sorry to my girl mok ha but meeting with mr jung was a dumb idea. I've said it time and time again but she is very naive and still has a hard time adapting to the world around her. She shouldn't have talked to him when she has a hard time hiding her emotions. Just like he said, mr jung was a police officer and can see right through her. Now the ki ho hunt can officially start. By the way, he could literally follow her right to her house and find the entire family just like that.

It's bittersweet to see mok ha give up her dream after meeting up with mr jung. On one hand, I understand why she made that decision. It is to protect the whole family after making such a big mistake. On the other hand, seeing her smile when she was on that heyday again stage was such a beautiful sight. She worked so hard to reach that dream and now reality caught up with her and she has basically no other option. I hope she can find a solution and live her dream.

I feel for mok ha because after all her efforts, one mistake made her give up her dream. She's already suffered enough. She feels bad for abandoning her friend (ran joo) and putting the family in danger. Poor girl :( when will this nightmare end?

Bo geol finally revealing his identity!!! YAY I CHEERED :D

It's good to see him finally getting rid of the weight he carried on his shoulders for so long. He's choosing to live his life as ki ho because he doesn't want to be scared any longer. He's Jung Ki Ho and I'm glad to see him embrace his real identity in front of mok ha.

I'm grateful to see bo geol finally show his emotions and be vulnerable. It was hard on him. I just want him (and the whole family) to be happy and live without having to worry about mr jung.

The way he cradles mok ha's head with such delicacy, afraid she'd break if he did it with more force. I. CAN. NOT!

THE HUG 💓💓💓 It's like a wave of relief washed over them. They finally reunited. The way bo geol is hugging her tenderly to show her he's there for her. And the way she's gripping her hands around his vest (idk how it's called) hard, afraid he'll slip away if she didn't. I offically can not handle all of that. (but yes i can, please add more tender moments between the two)

They're in their own little bubble.

What's with woo hak looking at bo geol and mok ha like that? Don't you dare, I'm talking to you woo hak, put yourself between them!!! I forbid you. You'll meet my two tiny fists in your face if you ever do that, understand?

The preview for next episode seems promising. Hopefully issues will be resolved.

I'm giving this episode a 8.75/10

[b0lt420]

first i want to say a massive THANK YOU to ANYONE who has supported me and my shop in any way these past few months. it’s so appreciated right now…

here’s an update to my situation; although thankfully the car crash stuff seems to be behind us and is slowly getting resolved and my pain is now minimal, i now have a new issue; i no longer feel comfortable in my current place of residence and wish to get out as soon as possible for the betterment of my mental health, social circle, and even physical health.

my mate and i currently live with my parents, and things r starting to get to a point where we can no longer stand to live here.

i revealed i found out a family secret, and that i no longer want it to be secret, and it’s just been going downhill since that point. the lack of support is taking a massive toll on my work ethic and overall ability to function and feel like i am even worth something. i need a better immediate social circle and environment.

an opportunity has come and i do not want to pass it up; my mate and i’s girlfriend was given 2 months to move out of her current place of residence, and we would like to try to peruse a place together.

i have 2 to 3 months to gather up as much money as i can…

All my commissions r open, all u have to do is DM me and tell me about the details or go to my ko-fi and order something thru there. i will be going into overdrive again to make a bunch of stuff to post in my stores, i already have a few new things posted on etsy!

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thank u all so much for ur support and love rn 💗🐾

[demigodofhoolemere]

Just had a very anti-lds post come across my dash and I just need to ask, how do you deal with things like this? I have mutuals who will occasionally post and reblog things about how awful the church is. It hurts that friends I've made feel this way about something that's so integral to me.

Again, how do you reconcile with this?

First of all I want to say how sorry I am that you’ve had to deal with this. I know exactly what you mean; it’s sadly not that uncommon that I see friends reblog negative things about the church, and it hurts when that’s your whole world that they’re talking about. I don’t hold it against them, I can’t expect them to believe what I believe and I’m sure it would be easy to be disparaging when you think that the lies and half-truths are accurate, because boy can those do a good job of making things look bad and making people not feel the need to investigate any further, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt pretty badly every time I see someone I care about share something that insists we’re a cult or makes fun of Joseph or some aspect of my core beliefs. It’s painful thinking that that’s what they think of me.

My first piece of advice — do you have tags blocked? Granted, not everybody actually tags their stuff, but if they do then this can be a lifesaver. Sadly I’ve had to block pretty much every possible church tag and only click to reveal what it is if I see that it’s coming from someone I know wouldn’t be posting anything negative.

My main recommendation is that any time you see this stuff, do something to help you mentally counteract the negative emotion. I usually reblog some scriptures or pictures of Christ or something, just to put out some positives instead. Reading scriptures, praying, watching some kind of video like a conference talk, or reading inspirational stories can be very helpful in turning your emotions around and getting the peace you need.

It can be very difficult to grapple with when people you care about seem to think that the things you hold sacred are terrible or laughable in some way or another. I wish I had more to offer you, but it can be a very tricky situation and needs to be handled carefully. My suggestions are more focused on how you can change things for yourself, because most of the time there’s just no changing what others are going to choose to believe. At the end of the day, in my experience, it comes down to just being patient with these friends while you set your focus on the things that make you feel the Spirit. That’s not always a satisfying answer, but it’s the best one I have.

For whatever it’s worth, you’re welcome to come to me in private messages if you need to talk to someone next time this happens, and I’ve got a pretty long #religion tag at this point, so you can spend as long as you need in there if you find it helps to look at those things.

I’ll say a prayer for you. God bless 💗

[saerins]

my head has hundreds of brainrots for multi aus…might drop some if you are interested or anyone because sharing Sae is caring baes😋😍💗💖

anyways imma drop another ( royal au where Sae is a prince and Yn is a princess hehe )

they are walking around the garden at night when the moon is glistening its light down upon them. Yn’s feet ache from wearing the heels for too long, having to bear the pain of attending the ball in the most outstanding way to please all of the aristocrats’ criteria for a noble princess. Sae noticed the way Yn walked unstable, his hands started to hold Yn gently.

“are your feet hurt, Yn?” Sae asked, wanting to say more but decided not to for now, hiding his worries for her.

Yn look at Sae with a surprise reaction before smiling.

“it kind of aches to be honest…but you don’t have to worry about it, Sae. it was worth it to have a really luxurious yet fun ball after all”. Yn chuckles, noting Sae’s worry face for her. it’s definitely cute if observed carefully and it was a rare opportunity to see Sae’s soft side too.( i want to hold Sae’s face at this scene so much😭 )

hearing this, Sae leads Yn to a nearby bench, letting her sit ( in confusion ) before kneeling down with one leg, his hand taking off the heels and rubbing the aching spot.( he definitely tsk-ed when he sees how red it was hear me out pls he’s so in love with Yn )

"you don't have to do that, Sae..." Yn said, her heart beating faster than the previous moment. Yn knew that so many thoughts must be racing through her mind, and yet she couldn't pinpoint any one of them.

“i want to,” he turned around, facing his back towards Yn with his hands ready.

“you want me to hop on your back?” Yn questioned, noting Sae’s small blush when he nodded, her stomach fuzzy.

“listen to me and don't reject my request…please” he muttered the last word, however, it was still heard by Yn. cute, she thought. Yn happily obliged as Sae piggybacks her while holding her heels.

the rest of the road trip, Yn teased Sae about what a gentleman he was and how nice their shared dance was. Sae did miss her present after he was done escorting Yn back to her room, his mind replaying how breathtaking Yn was at the party. He sighed, quickly going back to his room with a small smile. he guessed he had to deal with the craving for her by tomorrow as soon as possible, like a craving for ethereal dreams.

p/s: i’m bad at writing, that’s it lol. here’s your daily virtual hug Aeri 🫂, hope you have a great day and maybe a better workplace environment. remember to sleep as well, get energized >:O.

this isn’t bad at all wdym !! if anything it’s giving me a royal au brainrot 😭 it’s got me imagining a stone cold royal sae being harsh towards yn as one of his prospective brides because that’s just the reality they live in, only for him to soften up after he gets to know her sobs :( thanks for this i reread this multiple times now because it’s so cute :(((