#dev responds

I AM OFFICIALLY CANCER FREE YES MA’AM ✨

I don't know why I'm just seeing this?? hi, tho!

^ THIS is why i was hesitant to share it, i am of the firm belief that i am capable of earning the money (on days that i’m not sick and can actually walk) but it would take so long that the cancer would have the opportunity to spread or i could make the tear in my joint worse

um, okay? but like, have you considered that i have stuff going on and am also focusing on what i'm motivated to write about. words don't just appear on the documents, it takes work and effort to make fics and to create things to share. i want to write well and be proud of what i'm sharing, not just post something for the sake of posting. if that makes you upset, then all i have to say is i'm sorry? are you really mad at me for choosing to write better thought out fics for y'all? like that's the hill you wanna die on?

i am a poc and it’s not my responsibility or job to combat racism and raise awareness of particular issues.

i have been hurled insane insults on here and in real life for merely existing. i have been followed in stores for looking “suspicious” (ie too brown) and i have been asked insane questions about my intelligence when i can’t articulate properly enough in my second language bc my brain is translating. my people are actively being hunted and it’s being televised and on every social media site nearly constantly these days.

if i want to come on to tumblr.com and enjoy some x reader fics without thinking critically for one goddamn second, that’s exactly what i’m going to do.

…while Frankie is the loudest/rowdiest/fidget-y out of the four guys, for whatever reason (stressed? Happy? Drunk? Too much sugar?), and the only way Santi can think of shutting him up is by kissing him

or

…the Triple Frontier guys meets for the first time, way way back

or

…Tim Rockford has a terrible fucking day at work, but it’s all worth it in the end when he meets person X (can be anyone you want)

(Or the Frankie Santi fic one shot you started last year? 😇 if it wants to be written that is!)

ahhhhh, omg bb, these all sound amazing and my mind is buzzing!!

i do have more of that one piece 👀 done but it's fighting me on the last little bit, letting it simmer for now cause i want it to be perfect

i wrote a little something for your first prompt btw hehe

frankie x coworker! reader below

frankie isn't sure why he feels so light, so carefree and happy in this moment, but all he knows is that you're here after a shuffling of feet and muttered words that counted as a good enough invite for you to take him up on it.

he's more than a few beers deep and he's matching benny's energy, arguably the more rambunctious one of their group. shots were just brought to the table and when he reaches for one, your fingers brush against his, nails caressing him like the striking of a match. he's been keeping an eye on you for weeks now, the front desk receptionist at the company he flies for, providing tours of the florida landscape from a bird's eye view. it's good money and the raise he got today will help him tremendously.

so him and his friends are celebrating, his excitement rewarded for bridging the gap and inviting you turned into a high risk, high reward situation as you stick close by his side. eyes lock and your nose scrunches as you lift the small glass and call out 'to frankie's success!'

three voices mirror the sentiment followed by clinking glass.

frankie is about to reach for your empty one to stack it with his for an easier clean up, but yours is already in santi's hands. the other man has been glued to your side like you've been to his. bodies lined up with you in the middle of one side of the circular booth. brothers on the other, close enough but still a friendlier distance than the three of you.

you're focused on santi when benny launches into the retelling of a crazy encounter he had with a gator. frankie was there, he can't help but interject, his laughter hard and his voice loud. rowdy almost, under the influence and riding the high of you being here. he's not showboating, but he feels amazing. especially when you place a small hand on his thigh and lean in close to whisper to him that you enjoy seeing this side of him.

he almost short-circuits, but continues with his own story that will is correcting him on the sequence of events for. he's using his hands to talk, like he tends to do and accidentally raps his knuckles hard on the edge of the table in his attempt to lay it over your hand.

that seems to be the deciding factor, even as he reassures you it's okay. his skin smarts a little, but there's no lasting damage as you pivot to face him, santi's face hovering over your shoulder

oh my gosh, hi! i'm doing mostly okay, just juggling some stuff atm, how are you, bb?

i'm so glad you're loving it! that fic was my baby at one point and the only thing i focused on- i lowkey miss those days but also inspiration strikes when it does and i am but a humble muse lol

i do plan on doing the second and third seasons of the show, part one of the fic was essentially the first season and i just kinda...got in my head about the reception of it and the lack of interaction. i have a few chapters written out beyond what is posted (about 30k, i think?) and i'm considering posting sometime in january to kick off the new year. but also, to focus more on the ongoing wips i have stealing my focus

I’m so glad that a middle aged Chilean man brought us together hehehe. You are incredibly resilient, selfless, kind, and loving, and getting to giggle together with you makes my heart happy. ❤️ love you love you love youuuuuu

OH SHUT UP 🫣 TE AMO MUCHO BEBITA

grateful for our connection and unhinged conversations! you’ve been such a bright spot this past year and i am honored to be your friend 🖤✨