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mementomorpho Ā· 2 years ago
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bellofthemeadow Ā· 1 year ago
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The Road Ahead - ch 1 | Frankie Morales x Female Reader
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For most of your married life, you dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently awaited his return, longing for the moment when he would be by your side again. During those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, you yearned for him to open up to you, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain. And as his addiction spiraled out of control, you held onto the hope that he would recognize his problem and seek help. However, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Colombia, engaged in God knows what.
But this time is different. Determined, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.
Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)
Word Count: 2.8K
Warning: Applicable for the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty
Chapter Summary: Now that Frankie is finally home for good, you can start looking to the future
Notes: Welcome everyone! This is a repost from my former blog "mywordhaven" Because of some technical difficulties with my old account, I decided that it would be easier to repost my work with a brand-new blog. It's basically the same chapter as the last one, but I did make some edits (mostly syntax tbh). I will be posting the other two chapters later tomorrow and the fourth chapter should be up on sunday.
I hope that those who were following me on my old blog will join me here and I look forward to meeting newcomers!
At Long Last
You find yourself drowning in the itchiness of the comforter draped across you. Its green, worn fabric scratches your overwhelmingly sensitive skin. Surprisingly, today you welcome this sensation. The uncomfortable feeling anchors your mind to your bed, preventing it from floating away. In this moment, as you struggle to catch your breath, the scratchiness of the duvet reminds you where you are.
Your hands glide slowly across the rough fabric, savouring its familiar prickle. As you trace the worn contours, you recall when you saw that green monstrosity for the first timeā€” It was the day you and Frankie had first moved in together all those years ago, right before his second long deployment. From the moment your eyes landed on it, you despised its discoloured hue as it clashed with your envisioned home's colour scheme. But you had kept silent. Frankie was leaving, and you didn't want your last moments together marred by a pointless argument over a green bedspread, no matter how dreadful it looked. Ā 
Now, ten years, 2 home relocations and a marriage later, that green duvet stubbornly remains an integral part of your bedroom decor, painfully clashing with the soothing blues surrounding it. Cornflower Blue, as the Home Depot employee had labelled it. You had agonized for days on which colour to go with, tirelessly checking Pinterest boards in the hope to find the perfect shade for your bedroomā€” A place you hoped would be a peaceful haven for Frankie. You spent weeks deliberating between countless swatches until finally settling on the current hue. Still, the horrid green persistently clashes with the blue you lovingly chose. Perhaps sage green would have been wiser, you think. But you had refused to admit defeat to an old, worn duvet and instead, had stubbornly gone with your first idea, horrid green be damned! But now, to your frustration, the bedroom remains an enduring battleground of colours, an ongoing struggle where different shades vie for supremacy in their quest to dominate the mood of the room.
Yet Frankie had never commented on the jarring combination of green and blue or their blatant mismatch. Perhaps you were making a mountain out of Molehill as you always seem to do. After all, your tendency to dramatize insignificant matters had been a subject of teasing within your family for as long as you could remember. Your brother had a habit of remarking on how seriously you took trivial matters. For your entire lives, nicknames like "Miss Prissy" or "Your Majesty" had been some of the less painful monickers thrown your way to highlight your over-sensitiveness. And while your family saw it as innocent sibling teasing, these remarks had a way of leaving you feeling bruised, unable to brush the comments off as easily as everyone expected you to.
Your hands pause above your bare, sweat-dampened chest, shaking your head to dispel the unwelcomed and intrusive thoughts. Instead, you focus on the blissful moment youā€™ve just shared with your husband. The memory of that bothersome, green eyesore and all its associated baggage swiftly retreats from your mind, vanishing as fleetingly as it arrived.
Finally, you begin to feel like the easy joys of savouring life are within your reach. With Frankie by your side, you start to envision a newfound freedom to engage in playful bickering, loud laughter, and sheer enjoyment of each other. The mundane moments hold an allure like never before, beckoning you to revel in their ordinary beauty. It's a longing for a life that seems quintessentially American, relentlessly depicted on daytime televisionā€”an idyllic portrait of a family, complete with devoted parents and their brood of 2.5 children, nestled in a cozy backyard. PTA meetings, a simple 9-to-5, soccer practices after school, and piano lessons on weekends create the repetitive rhythm of this picture-perfect existence. In your vision, the pinnacle of concern revolves around selecting the ideal flowers for the summer flowerbed. While some may deem it mundane, for you, it represents an exquisite slice of paradise.
Your husband Frankie had gone through years of military service, and he deserves nothing less, you think. Your hands still from their exploration as you think on the nightmares, anxiety, and fear that would consume Frankie. Even here with you, it sometimes felt as though he was still back there, never truly able to be completely present. Like on those many nights when Frankie was on temporary leave, he would wake up screaming and trashing in the middle of the night covered in cold sweats. Or when you guys would be out and about, and his eyes would shift with practiced zeal as if he was assessing for possible threats. Never really ā€œturning offā€. No amount of sweet reassuring words were ever able to soothe him when he found himself stuck within his own mind. Every time you tried to discuss these concerns with him, your husband would respond with calm reassurances, followed by a tender kiss on your forehead, urging you not to worry about him.
You shake your head, a resolute movement meant to, again, brush away the intrusive thoughts lingering on the periphery, refusing to let them dim this precious moment. You shift your gaze, fixating on the horizon of possibilities that stretches before you. It is a horizon where love acts as a healing balm, gently tending to the myriad wounds etched upon your husband's past. Your heart, though cautiously guarded, brims with a glimmer of hope, eager to embark on this journey together.
However, despite your best efforts, thoughts of your mother insidiously infiltrate your mind. Over the years, you've clashed with her on countless occasions, yet now, as a married woman, you think back on her warning before you got married. The resonating echo of her stern voice lingers in your thoughts, admonishing you to unwaveringly stand by your husband, regardless of the circumstances, and emphasizing that his happiness must always take precedence over everything else. Strangely, she never mentioned the reverse. With Frankie's return, you resolve to be more present, leaving daydreams behind and focusing on him and solely on him.
As you think of Frankie, you can clearly see his body and how it bears the evidence of his service, a map of scars, some worn openly, while others hide beneath his weary flesh. Deep wounds that bleed and pain him more than any bullet ever could. Words alone seem insufficient in the face of everything he has sacrificed. But now, Frankie is finally home, all of this is behind you two. And isn't all this what marriage vows were meant for? In sickness and in health, through the lows and the highs, you pledged to be there. As you remind yourself, supporting your husband doesn't diminish your strength and independence. It's merely an expression of love and partnership, you firmly resolve, even though the words ring somewhat hollow, as a voice in the back of your mind whispers, "But what about you?"
You slowly redirect your attention to the persistent itchiness on your skin. Taking three deep breaths, you allow each inhale and exhale to anchor you firmly into the present. As the air fills your lungs, you feel your shoulders slowly ease from the tension you always seem to put yourself under.
Now that Frankie is here to stay, you want nothing else than to provide the emotional solace and respite he needs to rebuild and find peace within himself. After everything Frankie has endured, you decide that he deserves a life that is predictably dull yet safe and warm. You want to build that life for him.
As your imagination runs rampant with visions of the life you're now free to construct together, Frankie emerges in the doorway. Clad in nothing more than a familiar, well-worn pair of briefs, he exudes an aura that is unmistakably his ownā€”a blend of warmth, comfort, and a sense of home. In that instant, as you gaze at each other, it feels as though every small longing you held during Frankie's absence has converged into this singular moment. Nothing else matters to you right now except being with him.
In Frankie's hands, he carefully balances a tray, on it a tall glass of ice-cold water adorned with glistening condensation. The hunger stirs within you and your gaze falls upon two perfectly crafted PB and J sandwiches, invitingly prepared. It's evident that even now, the precise conditioning instilled by the army remains ingrained in Frankie. The unwavering precision, tidiness, and discipline persist, even amidst post-coital bliss. Sloppily prepared sandwiches? Never on Frankieā€™s watch.
Fondness envelops your heart, causing it to flutter with an intensity that threatens to burst from your chest. At this moment, a culmination of experiences floods your mindā€”the countless sleepless nights spent anxiously awaiting a call, the fear that gripped you while scouring the news for any shred of information, and Frankie's inability to share the depths of what he went through all race to the forefront of your mind. Now, as you reminisce about those moments when others would claim that being with Frankie wasn't worth the pain or hardships, a profound sense of satisfaction fills your heart. You're grateful for having ignored their words, as every single challenge and difficulty encountered along the wayā€”the long-distance separations, the emotional uncertainties, and the sacrifices madeā€”has ultimately proven to mean something. A smile mirrors your own overwhelming happiness as Frankie starts to walk toward the bed.
"I thought you'd have an appetite after all that exercise," Frankie says, his voice laced with a playful tone. His eyes, warm like melted chocolate, cradle you in their soft gaze. They speak volumes, no words needed, telling you just how much he cares.
A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you playfully quip, "Guess it doesn't help that we skipped dinner either, huh?"
"I apologize, mi cielo. I suppose I let my excitement get the better of me," Frankie admits, a touch of boyish bashfulness colouring his tone. "After eight long months apart, how could you expect me not to pounce on you, especially when you look so breathtaking?"
With utmost care, Frankie gently places the tray on the tiny side table, taking special care to move aside the book you're currently engrossed in. With the task completed, he turns his gaze towards you, slowly making his way to your side. Your eyes lock, and in an instant, he tenderly captures your mouth with his own. The kiss is unhurried yet filled with an intense passion, a promise of all that is to come, a fulfillment of the multitude of promises you have made to each other. Now, you have all the time in the world to embrace those promises.
As the kiss deepens, Frankie's hands begin to explore your naked body, their touch igniting a fiery desire that resonates deep within you. It engulfs you in a passionate longing that intensifies with each passing second. Frankie's wandering hands halt at your hips, where he gently strokes your sides while deepening the kiss even further. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily, his warm breath mingling with your own. A playful glimmer dance in Frankieā€™s brown eyes as he firmly grabs your hips, effortlessly flipping you both into the deep plushness of the bed.
A delighted squeal escapes your throat, and you find yourself on top of Frankie, straddling his warm hips. His devilish smile meets your gaze. Like a tidal wave, a rush of excitement cascades through you, electrifying your senses and igniting newfound energy within.
"I thought we were supposed to have dinner," you playfully tease, your hands resting on the firm planes of his pectorals.
Frankie's eyes glisten mischievously as he responds, his voice filled with playful affection, "Don't worry, hermosa. Dinner can wait another minute. Right now, all I want to do is admire you." With a tender touch, he grabs a handful of the fleshy part of your hips, gently massaging your sides. His voice carries on, laced with adoration, "You know, this angle is my favourite. When I see you from above, naked, and sweaty, you look like my very own Amazon. My fierce warrior queen whom I canā€™t wait to worship." His grip tightens possessively, playfully swatting your behind, causing your flesh to softly jiggle.
You can't help but snort with amusement, firmly grinding down in a slow sensuous movement Frankie exhales a low moan, his eyes closing in pleasure. Yielding to the temptation, you momentarily cease your ministrations and whisper, "Well, last time I checked, librarians weren't renowned for their battle prowess.ā€
Frankie's smile stretches, his eyes opening and locking with yours, while his hands gently secure your hips. His soft voice echoes sweetly, "Physical prowess is just a fraction of true strength, mi cielo. It's a mindset, a spirit that radiates courage and perseverance. Believe me when I tell you, you possess that strength in a way that surpasses anyone I've ever encountered."
His words envelop you in a comforting embrace that floods your being with warmth. Reflected in his eyes is an unwavering conviction, a faith given to you unlike any you've experienced before. Such belief, one you've never even held for yourself, captivates you. The weight of his words resonates deeply, shaking the core of your being, even as you strive to maintain a facade of nonchalance. But Frankie effortlessly sees through your charade, knowing you better than he knows himself at this point. He slowly pushes his upper body upward and starts peppering your collarbones with tender kisses. You feel your cheeks heating as you shyly avert your gaze, unable to resist the sweetness of his praise and the even sweeter ministration.
A brief moment passes, during which you nibble on your lower lip, contemplating your next words. Finally, you muster the courage to meet Frankie's eyes once more, you push him back down on the mattress and ask, a mischievous glint shining in your eyes, "If I am to be your queen, does that mean you're willing to obey my every command?ā€
A playful smile dances on Frankie's lips as he replies, "Well, mi cielo, let's just say I'm more than willing to embark on the thrilling adventure of fulfilling your every desire, one command at a time." With those words, Frankie softly grabs your right arm, the very arm that had been holding him down, and he punctuates each word with a tender kiss upon the palm of your hand. As he does so, his eyes gently close, allowing his lips to linger in their affectionate embrace, locked in that sweet moment.
Frankie surrenders to the present, savouring every precious second that slowly passes between the two of you. The ache of longing for you these past months had been insurmountable, a void that only you could fill. Amidst his world engulfed in chaos, pain, and the remanence of a haunting trail of death that seemed eternally imprinted on his very being, your presence at his side has always been the sole beacon of meaning and coherence. The only thing that ever truly mattered to him. Screw everything else; he should have chosen to stay home long ago, before feeling trapped in the abyss he felt he had dug himself into over the years. In an attempt to dispel the encroaching darkness threatening to envelop him, Frankie inhales deeply, pushing away those grim thoughts, before swiftly flipping you over.
Everything else fades away again, and only the two of you remain. As you draw in a deep breath, the air fills your lungs with a trembling intensity, causing a burning sensation. Your chest tightens, not just from the weight of Frankie's presence, but also from the weight of everything that surrounds you, suffocating you in its bittersweet grasp. Tenderly, Frankie gently presses his nose against yours, once, twice, before planting a soft kiss upon its tip.
ā€œMy love, I assure you that nothing can ever come between us. There is nothing that could separate me from you. I belong to you for eternity, and as long as I can share my life with you, my dear, it will have been a life worth living, mi cielo.ā€
Your eyes well up with tears, and with a quiver in your voice, you whisper, "I love you, Frankie."
"Te amo, mi cielo, te amo para siempre," he replies, his words carrying the weight of a vow between you two.
With intertwined fingers and hearts overflowing with love, you gaze into each other's eyes. As you lie there, wrapped in the afterglow of passion, you savour the tranquillity and completeness that permeates the room. You vow to cherish each day, to embrace the ordinary moments that always become extraordinary when you are with Frankie. Together, you will face the world with open hearts, ready to create this future youā€™ve always yearned for with Frankie. As Frankie peppers kisses down your throat, you smile, and a shuddering breath escapes you. Food can wait you think giddily. Your hands gently glide along the broad expanse of his back, savouring him in all his glorious being. Nothing else matters now, for Frankie is home.
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faggotyuri Ā· 2 years ago
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惻Ėšā‚ŠĀ· ĶŸĶŸĶžāž³ā„惻 Is this a story? YES. What kind? FAIRYTALE FOR COMPUTERS.
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lacathhtf2023 Ā· 1 year ago
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Welcome to the new LaLisƔCatHTF Tumblr blog! Have fun with me.
Feel free to follow me for new posts and events.
New posts every week.
No NSFW users allowed on my blog.
Iā€™m a big fan of Happy Tree Friends since 2022.
Only good Tumblrs will follow me.
I joined Tumblr back in November of 2022.
Have fun with me!
Thank you for reading my new post guys, love you all. šŸ„°šŸ„°šŸ„°
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gingerjunhan Ā· 1 year ago
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Ėšāœ§ā‚ŠāŽnavigation + about meāŽāŗĖ³āœ§ą¼š
welcome! . . . ā€˜04 liner | she/her | esfp | ā™’ļøŽ
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fr0gfart Ā· 2 years ago
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Gee hi Tumblr
Never thought I get here once but here we are. I was curious whether I can find my people here and be able to finally form some connections šŸ’€ Anyway I plan to share my goddang fanarts that are not so good but I love making ā€˜em. I hope I can find some people that may be interested in it and be able to talk or sg.
For starters as I am a sucker for Welcome Home rn (came here for this reason I want all things related) I may just drop my Wally fanart. It is a few week old, I am still mastering how to draw the silly with my style but being true to his character.
Anyway I guess this is enough for a first post.
See ya later!
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moss-goblin Ā· 2 years ago
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I havenā€™t used tumblr since like 2011, but something about it is just so nostalgic. I took a break from social media for a while and honestly my life has been so much less stressful. I wanted to give being on the internet another go, but this time being more anonymous and not worrying about maintaining a ā€œbrandā€ or gaining followers. Just having a little corner of the internet where I can post whatever I want without worrying about friends or family finding me with the crazy amount of algorithms that are used in all the other social medias. Something about tumblr is just so simple and it works well.
This will probably be a nature/stoner/shitposting blog with a dash of horny and maybe a few lewds here and there šŸ˜. Feel free to drop a follow and Iā€™ll follow back! Letā€™s go on this journey togetherāœØ
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spiderlily-w1tch-blog Ā· 2 years ago
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ATTENTION FOLLOWERS;
Iā€™m going to start to fully transition over to this blog! My posts on @sqwishywrites34 will stay up but it will only be a lurker blog ((only liking, reblogging posts, not original posting unless itā€™s an Update))
If you have any questions, please message or ask on this blog instead
Thank you for your previous support, and if you so please, feel free to hop over to this blog
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justalittleeddsworldartblog Ā· 2 years ago
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Welcome to my Ask & Art Blog!
Welcome to my little corner here in Tumblr. You may have seen some of my old Au blogs on Tumblr before, but this is my newest blog where I intend on focusing frequently uploading eddsworld art, answering asks, and uploading information about my multiple eddsworld Auā€™s,
Here, you can ask about anything and Iā€™ll reply as soon as I am able to. I also take art requests for characters from both my Auā€™s and eddsworld. As a heads up, Iā€™m still figuring out what art style I like best for certain characters, so the art style of my uploads may not be consistent.
Please try to keep asks and drawing requests sfw / family friendly since I donā€™t draw nsfw art.
I am however, willingly to draw violence, blood / gore. You may have also seen my Twitter possibly. Any art I post on those platforms, I will also be posting here.
My Auā€™s include: Last Stand, Mr. Duplicity, Fearful Silence, and Darkest Hour
I might end up potentially creating more Auā€™s in the future, although for now I will stick with my four current Auā€™s.
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enlightningbugs Ā· 1 year ago
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Jiang Cheng with Zidian worm on a string, 2019
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poorly-drawn-mdzs Ā· 6 months ago
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Sublime Equine.
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keldabe-tours-official Ā· 2 years ago
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Hi! and welcome to @sid-barely-postsā€™s Star Wars Sideblogā„¢ļø!
no i have not finished The Clone Wars please donā€™t ask my opinion on stuff from the series until iā€™m done with it
dinluke my beloved boys <3
i havent decided who to ship bo-katan with, if anyone, but my god is that woman a lesbian.
iā€™m sorry but the disney trilogy is not my canon. characters can stay. plot? die in a hole.
if i see it and itā€™s star wars iā€™ll probably reblog it here lol
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copia Ā· 8 months ago
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endless ghifs 1/? ā›§ source ā€” the introduction of Papa Emeritus II
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biiistre Ā· 6 months ago
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Old comic stuff I never posted
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fish-with-more-eyes Ā· 2 months ago
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hyuse: ā€œa deadline is a weighty thing, with the power to compel, and i suspect that osamu feels this more keenly than others.ā€
rokuro: ā€œsay i set my ducks in a row, to the point that even a worthless idiot could succeed with a little effortā€¦ if even thatā€™s not enough for me to climb that first real step, iā€™ll just be proving that iā€™m hopelessly incompetent. confirming that truth for myself is my greatest fear of all.ā€
below here will just be me talking nonsensically abt the new wortri chapters so be warned:
osamu is such a compelling character and i cheer every time ashihara gets to pay off his development and explain the specifics of who he is and personally if i came up with a character with such specific building points i would not be able to resist trying to explain them constantly. this payoff in particular felt chefs kiss since rokuro was set up as a foil and idk i care him very much even though he's just a side character only tangentially related to the main plot. what the f
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ilikerosesalot Ā· 2 days ago
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(CW for rapid color changes) TimeIasp of my isat anni piece!! Would've uploaded earlier but... forgor
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