Hello, I noticed ur not really as active on instagram anymore? Is there a reason for that? I just really miss ur posts!
Hello friend!
Truth be told I was never very active on Instagram. I tried, I really tried, but I hate the platform. It's so ad-centric, I can't figure out how to see people I care about and not see people who suck, and the community over there... isn't a community. Also it's challenging or impossible to queue posts without third-party software which means Yet Another step. I was posting and logging out without really engaging, and it wasn't fun so I stopped doing it.
An: guess what i started working on? We are soo close to being back!
“It's best if he behaves, Rhea. Or someone else will pay for it.” Pope stated darkly as he jangled the keys. They were just off to the side, so they could see Frankie, but he couldn’t see them.
Pope pushed her close to the gate. Frankie slowly rose to standing as they locked eyes.
“Anything you do, I’ll have done to the Millers,” Pope warned.
Frankie’s eyes dipped to Pope’s hand on Rhea’s hip. He cursed under his breath and was going to say more when Rhea gave a warning of her own with her eyes. Frankie decided to listen to her and control himself.
Frankie stepped back as the door was unlocked. He may have been complying, but the look in his eyes was wild and Rhea was worried what he might do next.
Instead of opening the door, Pope grinned and stood in front of it. “Here’s the deal, three minutes with Fish. Ten minutes with the brothers.”
“What?” Rhea turned to him. “That’s not the deal, that’s not what -“
He pressed his finger to her lips. “It’s the deal now - no, scratch that. Two minutes with Fish and nine minutes with the brothers. We can keep doing this, you’ll just lose more time.”
Rhea glared at him with gritted teeth, then glanced at Frankie who looked ready to pounce.
“If I were you, I’d take the deal, Rhea. I’ll even open this door so you can hug him. Step away to give you a little privacy, thats how generous I am.”
Reluctantly, she agreed, “Fine.”
Pope opened the door. One of his guards stood close, gun in hand as Pope took a few steps down the hall.
“If he runs, or fights, you know what to do,” Pope said over his shoulder.
Rhea rushed inside, into Frankie’s arms with so much force she knocked him off balance. They hugged eachotehr tight, melting into the embrace as Frankie cradled the back of her head with one hand and buried his nose against her neck. He held her tighter than he;s ever held anyone before.
Read on A03 (full chapters only on here)
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Dark! Pope, TF guys, Rhea (oc) | Frankie x Rhea | dark fic!
not dead btw just working a thousand hours this weekend if you're messaging me I swear I'm not ignoring you I'm just going straight from work to sleep to work rn
I find out in the next few days if I will be made redundant 🙈 granted I really hate the place and wanted to leave anyway but I would prefer it to be on my terms.
Hence the lapse in communication, the string of opens and what have you. I’m nervous but I’m okay, I have plans, it’s just moving them forward. On the bright side, if it does happen, I’ll have waaaay more free time and probably significantly less stressed between too, I’m secretly hoping they’ll go through with it because I miss my lie-ins.
Anyway, this is a ‘not flashy’ warning that if I go quiet it’s because I’m busy getting everything I possibly can out of Hell job before I leave it 👌 stuff is queued up until next week, though I might distract myself with memes too in between.
It’s also supposed to be mad stormy and rainy weather for the next few days too so if I do not appear at all then it could also be that. Anyway, wish me luck please.
