#but this is already so painful and difficult for me

[avastrasposts]

Thank you so much for this incredibly lovely comment! I don't even know where to start you said so many nice things! It was a huge undertaking but I wasn't even aware of how long it would be when started. If I had, I might not have done it :D

There's a scene in Triple Frontier when Frankie kills the man in Lorea's kitchen, and he's completely turned off from the fact that he's killing a man, his face is blank. That scene sparked the whole story as I watched TF around the same time that TLOU tv-series was airing. The look on his face reminded me so much of the look on Joel's face in the hospital scene at the end. On one level, I admired Pedro's acting, but I also saw the similarities between the two characters, and it made me think about who would Frankie be if he was in Joel's situation. If he lost his daughter and then had to live in a world that would make it very difficult for him to overcome the PTSD he already had.

Fleshing out this world was easy enough as I'm a HUGE fan of the game so it was all in my mind already. I loved the idea of the boys from TF in this world because it was so easy to imagine how they'd react to it, how their skills would be so useful in that kind of world. But also that they'd all suffer in various ways because of what they'd already been through and with Frankie's issues, he seemed like the one who might struggle the most.

I'm really happy to hear you appreciate all the aspects of his PTSD and the stages he went through. I did so much research on it and I really wanted it to be as accurate as possible and get the readers to feel his pain and anxiety around it. It couldn't be a quick fix, or something he'd get over for "story reasons". His girls has to fight for him, even when he won't do it himself, and at the core of it, I really wanted him to be able to get past it in the end because he had her who always believed in him, but then she's on the verge of leaving. And that's what makes him take the final step. But even then, that underlying worry for him will always be there.

Thank you again for such a lovely, lovely comment! I'm so glad you loved the story!

The Pilot and his Girl - complete

Series Master List

Frankie Morales in The Last of Us AU

Frankie Morales meets the love of his life and starts creating a new life for himself, her and his little daughter. But things are about to change in ways no one could've imagined with the outbreak of the cordyceps infection.

Warnings (contains spoilers)

I finally finished this monster of a fic and I've been overwhelmed by all the love it's been given! I love you all for bearing with me and reading through my monster chapters of angst, heartbreak, grief and two fools very much in love. Don't send me your therapy bills! 😅

I love hearing from you all, even if you think you're cringe or embarrassing or the fic is too old to comment on, if you like the fic, please let me know! It will make my day! Comments, reblogs or asks are always welcome! ♥

No age gap, our reader and Frankie are the same age, no use of Y/N, no physical descriptions.

Chapters with ** contain smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 **

Chapter 6 **

Chapter 7 **

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 **

Chapter 10 - part 1 **

Chapter 10 - part 2

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 **

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 **

Chapter 18

Chapter 19 **

Chapter 20

Chapter 21 **

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25 **

Chapter 26 **

Chapter 27

Chapter 28 **

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32 **

Chapter 33

Chapter 34 **

Chapter 35 **

Chapter 36 **

Epilogue

Bonus Christmas chapter - part 1

Bonus Christmas chapter - part 2

[chrissssssmut]

One with Rosé

NO ESCAPE

Yandere Boss Rosé x Male

AN: Hope this one's good! Im currently writing the next request XD

You hated your job.

More specifically, you hated your boss, Park Chaeyoung—better known as Rosé.

She wasn’t just strict—she was ruthless. A tyrant wrapped in designer suits and a wicked smile, ruling over the office like a queen who knew no one would dare to oppose her. She had a special kind of enjoyment in tormenting her employees, but for some reason, you were her favorite target.

“You’re useless,” she’d scoff when you turned in paperwork with a minor mistake. “I should fire you, but where else would I get my entertainment?”

Meetings turned into hellish endurance tests, your name constantly being called out for blunders, some of which weren’t even yours. But you knew why she did it. She liked to see you squirm under her attention, liked the way your hands shook when she loomed over your desk, voice like silk but words sharp enough to cut.

And yet, you endured it. Until you didn’t.

The resignation letter sat on your desk for weeks before you finally had the courage to hand it in. You had expected her to mock you, to laugh in your face, maybe even throw it back at you. But instead, she simply smiled. A slow, knowing smile that sent a chill down your spine.

“You think you can leave?” she mused, twirling a pen between her fingers. “That’s cute.”

“I’ve already made my decision.” You kept your voice steady, despite the dread curling in your stomach.

Her smile didn’t waver. If anything, it grew. “We’ll see about that.”

You started skipping work.

At first, it was just a day. Then two. Then an entire week. No calls, no emails—nothing. You wanted her to get the message: you weren’t coming back.

Then, one night, there was a knock on your door.

Dread pooled in your stomach before you even opened it. And when you did, you wished you hadn’t.

Rosé stood there, silhouetted against the dim hallway light. She was smiling, but it wasn’t the usual condescending smirk. No, this one was different—sinister, dark, filled with something unhinged. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of amusement and rage.

“You’re avoiding me,” she said, voice almost sing-song, as if she was teasing a lover. “That’s not very nice.”

Your breath hitched. “I… I don’t work for you anymore.”

Rosé tilted her head, feigning confusion. Then, before you could react, she stepped forward, forcing you back into your own apartment as she shut the door behind her.

“You don’t get to leave me,” she whispered, her voice low, a warning wrapped in velvet.

You turned to flee, but she was faster. Her hand shot out, gripping your wrist tight enough to bruise. Panic surged through you as you struggled, but she was stronger than she looked, pinning you against the wall with terrifying ease.

“You’re mine,” she murmured, eyes gleaming with something possessive, something utterly terrifying. “And I don’t like it when my things try to run away.”

You shoved at her, desperation fueling your fight. “Get off me!”

She responded with a sharp slap across your face, the impact ringing through the room. Your vision blurred for a second, pain flaring along your cheek. Before you could recover, she grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look at her.

“You think you can just disappear?” she hissed. “After everything I’ve given you? After all the time I spent making you mine?”

Terror pulsed through your veins as she shoved you onto the floor, her heeled foot pressing onto your chest. She leaned down, fingers curling around your throat, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult but not enough to knock you out.

“I could make this worse,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “I could hurt you so much more, make you beg me to let you stay.”

You clawed at her grip, trying to push her away, but she only laughed, enjoying your struggle. She yanked you up by your collar, dragging you toward the bedroom. You thrashed wildly, but a sharp punch to your gut sent you collapsing onto the mattress, gasping for air.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she purred, straddling you, her nails digging into your jaw as she forced you to meet her gaze. “You belong to me.”

Tears welled in your eyes, fear overriding everything else.

“Please… just let me go,” you croaked.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in closer. “Say it,” she commanded. “Say you’ll come back.”

You hesitated, and she wrapped a hand around your throat again, tightening her grip until your vision swam.

“I’ll come back!” you choked out, gasping. “I’ll go back to work, I swear!”

She released you abruptly, watching as you crumpled into a coughing mess beneath her. Her fingers gently traced your bruised skin, a mockery of tenderness.

“Good boy,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before standing up. “Be ready in the morning. I expect you at your desk.”

And just like that, she walked away, leaving you shaking, broken, and utterly hers.

The next morning, you were at your desk.

Your hands trembled slightly as you typed, the bruises on your wrist hidden under the sleeves of your shirt. The office bustled around you as if nothing had happened, as if the last night hadn’t left you shattered.

And then you felt it.

A gaze.

You looked up, and there she was—Rosé, standing across the office, watching you. Her lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk, her eyes dark with a silent warning.

You knew what it meant.

You were stuck with her.

Forever.

[lightsiided]

     she exhales a shuddering breath as he settles behind her. rey's movements falter for just a moment, but then she resumes braiding her hair, twisting it off her face into a style comfortable for sleep. not that she thinks she will get much REST tonight -- there are too many things on her mind. despite how exhausted she is, she can't help but to think about it all, now: the fight, jane, val, gorr's daughter... their future together. the thoughts cycle rapidly through her mind.

yet the reminder brings a brief flash of warmth with it. their future TOGETHER. they will be married -- it is a single bright spot in so much tragedy. rey pauses, staring into thor's eyes through his reflection in the mirror. her hands hover over her hair.

"i know. i felt it." thor had been so frightened. it was impossible not to sense it. rey could feel his terror as if it were her own, even though she wasn't scared -- not really. it's painful enough just knowing he was struggling. the tear in her heart that comes with any of thor's negative emotions is no less AWFUL for how familiar it is.

she knows it must have been difficult for him, to watch his loved ones be TORTURED. to be asked, by the universe, to endure. again.

just the thought of it makes her eyes well. what an impossible situation to be in -- and here she is falling to PIECES over the thought of losing him when they are still together.

many times in their relationship, rey has been reminded she can't protect thor from the things that wish to hurt him... but the realization always stings regardless. being in a position that forces him to relive one of the worst days of his life pains her anew.

for a moment, she hardly knows what to say. slowly, she resumes braiding her hair, and once she finishes, she turns around in the small space between thor and the vanity. rey leans back against the wood, reaching out to pull him into her arms. she hugs him as CLOSE as she can, squeezing tightly. surely he already knows she hadn't wanted to pry for details, so she doesn't say as much. he must know she had sensed the memory was PAINFUL and wanted to give him the space to deal with it in his own time.

now is that time, she supposes. gently, rey rubs the back of his head, then cups thor's cheek. "you can talk about it with me," she says softly, encouragingly. "i'm here. i'm not going anywhere." not EVER, if she has things her way. especially not now.

rey holds his gaze steadily. "i know it was a tragedy. from what you've shared... i can't imagine how it must have felt. and everyone demanded you keep going without taking the time for yourself. and you've been GOING ever since." there hasn't been time for a rest, for grief -- for anything. they have moved from one battle to another since the day they met.

anyone would crumble under the pressure, but thor hasn't. that pulls at her heart all the same. "i think talking about it... and giving it the weight it deserves... would be good for you. and for me. i always want to know about ANYTHING that troubles you."

he aches to see her so hurt, so frightened, so panicked.  it’s all over his face and in his eyes as he watches her; there would be no hiding the display of empathy even if he wanted to.  it’s in the pinch of his brows, his frown, the sadness in his eyes.  swiftly, thor’s hand moves from rey’s back to her face.  still light as a feather, his fingers glide along her jaw, his thumb swiping at the trail of tears before her own hand rises to wipe the moisture away.

“it’s alright,” he whispers, so quietly he’s hardly audible.  “i’m right here.”

he accepts her into his space, pressing his forehead to hers as she leans into him.  too clearly he remembers when it had been him in rey’s position; the medcenter on ajan kloss, following her fight on exegol.  nothing she said could chase away his panic — he imagines the same is true here.  only letting the seconds tick by and letting himself come to accept her continued presence at his side made it better.

“you haven’t lost me.  you aren’t going to lose me.”  cradling the back of her head, fingers grazing against her neck, he steadily meets her eyes in search of any acceptance.  it’s unlikely he’ll find it so soon, but — isn’t it up to him to try?  isn’t it his job to chase her fears away, even if the effort is fruitless?

there’s a pain in his chest, quietly sitting and watching her, holding her.  he doesn’t know whether it’s hers or his own — it hurts all the same.  he never wanted her to know what this feels like.  when she pulls away from him, he bites back a sigh, merely nodding at her.  he catches her hands just before she releases him, caressing along her arms and wrists until finally they part.

he stays where he is for the duration of her shower.  when she steps out, he rises to trade his towel for a pair of sweatpants.  as he retreats into the now empty bathroom to drop the used towel in the laundry bin, he glances over at her.  all is quiet in the house around them, but all is not yet peaceful.

slow steps bring him to a stop just behind rey, where he places his hands on her hips while she works on her hair.  there is the desire to take up the act for her —— but he knows she likes to keep her hands busy, especially when she’s anxious.  they feel long, the few moments that pass with neither of them saying anything.  but looking at their reflection, looking at her, it’s clear in his face that there is something thor wants to say.

he doesn’t quite know how to start.  and he doesn’t want to further upset her… but there is still much to be said about this day.

“i almost lost you today, too.”  speaking lowly, his thumbs stroke at her sides.  he doesn’t meet her eyes now.  “not… before eternity.  in the shadow realm, after jane had discovered that — gorr needed stormbreaker.”  all the darkness surrounding them, gorr’s taunts, the thick, black tendrils that even thor couldn’t free himself of.  it’s wholly unpleasant to recall.  “the terror was so… prevalent.”

“it had reminded me of the day loki died.”  the resemblance was too similar.  strikingly so —— thor isn’t likely to forget any time soon.  “i never told you exactly what happened on that ship.”  why not now?  he would like to patch up the newly opened wounds together; it seems as good a time as any for complete honesty.

[minimallycreative]

as someone who gets scared really easily, playing Oxenfree at 1 in the morning until 3:45 is maybe the best choice ive ever made.

[coldlikethestars]

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[cloudsrust]

Tfw you have to crawl out of artblock and fatigue because your new fave doesn't have enough content (I have to feed the fixation on my own.)

[highspeedinterconnect]

this week has been fucking awful I just wanna lay down somewhere quiet w my gf and cats. holy shit

[dragon-master-clair]

Is Ethan okay? How many dragons can realistically survive a g*n shot?

Ethan's fine.

As for the second part of your question, it depends on the size and temperament of the dragon and the caliber of the gun. Unless the injury is immediately severe enough, for the most part, a gunshot is only going to make a dragon angry. It may kill it later once it's had time to bleed out, but the shooter has to survive a very large, pissed off, dangerous creature in the meantime. Not likely.

There's a reason they call me in to deal with older dragons that come down out of the mountains during the winter and not the rangers. As well equipped as the rangers are, the best defense against a powerful dragon is another dragon, not a gun.

[phagodyke]

okay is it actually my new meds making me feel shit or is it me choosing to listen to sufjan stevens before 7am on a work day. 😶‍🌫️

[oldtvandcomics]

To get some positivity in this tag: Let me tell you about my recent bustrip to Prague! While narcoleptic. It was really great, and a bit tricky, and I think we can use some stories of disabled people doing fun things.

Background story: I was visiting my grandmother, and took the bus both there and back, because it's different, and because I really wanted to actually see some more of the Europe I spent my life running there and back through (we live in the West, my Grandmother in the East). On the way back, I spent two nights in Prague. It was a highly anticipated part of the trip, as I still kind of miss the city after my one year there. It was also the most tricky part of the whole thing to manage.

You see, my bus arrived at 6.00h, and check-in at the hotel was at 15.00h. Which is a good nine hours between the two.

I am pretty much guaranteed to fall asleep every three to four hours.

Rest of the story under the cut.

For those not aware of the weather right now in Eastern Europe: It's COLD. And SNOWY! So when I arrived at the bus station, my first reaction was pretty much "Nope!", and I went into the bathroom to put on an extra layer of clothes. I was fine after that.

You can walk from UÁN Florenc bus station to the Old Town pretty easily, which I knew because as I said, I've been there before. So I walked there, and stopped to buy myself some breakfast in a big supermarket at a metro station. After that, I went the usual way down to Old Town Square and the clock, and continued on to Charles Bridge.

At that point, it was still only between 7.00h and 8.00h, so of course there was close to nobody on the streets, only the people who had to be there. And snow. Lots of snow. Charles Bridge. People. Charles Bridge, normally black with age and full of tourists, was WHITE! And almost completely empty. I was there at sunrise. It was impossible to describe beautiful.

Pictures don't do it justice, but here are some. The river. People. The river was damping!

And yeah, this is Old Town Square.

I usually don't get this magic-place-feeling from Prague, because the people cover it up. Which is actually one of the reasons I like it, they cover up some of the useless noise in my brain, too. I'm more functional in a big city.

Anyway. This was clearly an exception. It really felt like walking in a wintery fairy tale. The only thing missing was a ghost.

After that, I went to the hotel, and dropped off my backpack. I like to travel with a light luggage, which made moving around earlier possible. And hotels are fine keeping luggages locked up in some room before check-in and after check-out.

I then took the tram number 22 direction Nádraží Hostivař. This was planned. One, I know the line, and know that it passes by two big shopping centres. Two, I know that I always fall asleep on any moving vehicle, and public transportation is a reasonably safe place to sleep.

Which is exactly what happened, I woke only when I was at the second shopping centre. So I went and looked at some shops, and bought myself a gift of three ice bear figurines. I sometimes like to take pictures of these plastic figurines, and the snow triggered that. I'm very sorry that I didn't have my actual collection with me. But the bears did a wonderful job, too.

This was behind a random tank station, where there was a table with benches where the snow was still completely untouched. So I played a little around there.

Then I took the tram to the other shopping centre, fell asleep again on the way there, looked a bit more at shops, had lunch in the KFC on the top floor and finished my book, then it was already time to take the tram back to the hotel. I fell asleep during that trip again, then I went to the hotel, checked in and got my room. All in all, I had managed to survive those 9+ hours without any greater discomfort, which is, honestly, better than I'd expected.

The end. Here are some more bears from the next day.

City wildlife. <3

[roseofcards90]

I wish I could tell if people still care or not 😭

[beardisable]

Everyone give a fuckton of respect and massive wage rises to sanitation workers RIGHT FUCKING NOW

[topaziraphale]

dear god my last post is NOT getting the reception I thought it would butttt maybe that's on me I guess I didnt clarify a few things. and I messed up at the very end. oops. I'd be replying already if I didnt feel like I got run over by a truck for pulling an all nighter and then not napping🧍‍♂️

[kaqzu]

Akatsuki manga colorings: part 3!

Link to the previous colorings: here

[gingerbreadmonsters]

gahhhh. im sure it doesn't sound like it most of the time, but wow my degree is so cool and fun 🥰🥰

[trashbaget]

nobody asked but here you go anyway <3