#dev responds

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DEV you’re cancer-free??? 😭😭😭😭🎉🎉🎉🎉 that’s fucking incredible!! I’m so excited for you!!

I AM OFFICIALLY CANCER FREE YES MA’AM ✨

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hellooooo just wanted to say ur probably one of my favorite blogs and you engage with my posts so much which makes me so happy. hope you have a good day!

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

but ahh, you're welcome stranger!! I'm glad I can make you happy <3 honestly, that warms my heart. but you have a good day/night as well! :)

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A GoFundMe? seriously?? Just work like everyone else and EARN the money.

^ 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

i haven’t done anything wrong in asking for help, even if it was uncomfortable for me to do so. please be kind to others bc we seriously have no idea what they’re dealing with

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Why can't you just post like you used to? Focusing on one or two stories at a time defeats the purpose for a lot of us who started reading your stuff. If you just decide to put a lot of it on a break only to forget about it is That's how you actually finish a story by continuing to write for it and post it.

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?

this is just a hobby, bb. it's supposed to be fun and exciting

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ur part of the problem with this fandom, not speaking up on the poc treatment and racism when you have a bigger following is just trash tbh

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.

i hope the day is good to you and maybe raise some awareness yourself instead of perpetuating the very same harmful behavior that seems to worry you?

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Darling Dev! 💜 I wish you would write a fic in which…

…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

"alright, fish is swimming so we're gonna call it a night." will scoots out of the booth and turns a lopsided grin to you between his friends.

"it was really nice meeting you finally, frankie's done nothing but lament that he never had a good reason to ask you to join us. glad he finally found one."

"would love to see you at the event next weekend!" benny waves, following his brother out, they drove together, one pacing to let the other indulge.

frankie's parting with them is loud, face beaming and energy not waning one bit now that the group is members less.

"so you've been talking about me to your friends?" you tease, lips brushing against the side of his face, leaving a bit of the pink that shines on them behind.

"uh, yeah, yes! because i've been so incredibly nervous to talk to you. you're so level headed and handle the customers so well, you look amazing while you do it too! the skirts you wear that flash your legs when you walk or sit, or your shirts that fit like they were painted on you, merde, hermosa, you've been driving me crazy." he's scooted over to the now empty side of the booth, his hands moving as he speaks. you watch with a soft smile on your face, hand reaching for one of his to calm him down some.

he is rather boisterous, drawing the attention of the tables that bracket yours.

"oh shit, i've just gone on and admitted that i watch you at work. you must think i'm such a creep. i swear i don't-"

"hey, hey, frankie, baby, it's okay. i promise." the term slips from your lips easily and it seems to melt him a little, calm his nerves and volley his voice back down into a lower volume. "besides, you aren't the only one with wandering eyes at work."

with a wink, you gently nudge santi to stand so you can get out of the booth. "be right back, but we should close out and go to my place, the crowd here is getting to be a bit much for me."

"santi, did she just-"

"she invited you back to her place, she likes you!" frankie is pulled up by a smiling santi, ushering them up and waving over toward to the bar to let them know they're ready to close out their portions of the tab.

"she's the most amazing, totally in control- you should've seen her in the meeting today! the bosses were all going over expenses and she was listening and like everyone was listening obviously, because it's a fucking meeting and there's nothing to do but stare at each other over the conference table, you know. and she's all collected, taking notes even though most of us are getting absolutely railed about our expenses, like the fuel? honestly, they want to pitch on the fuel for the copters, seriously? and then, they had the nerve to ask me if i need to stay as late as i do on days i don't have tours and just do maintenance. she jumped down that man's throat, defended me to hell and back about how they should be grateful that-"

suddenly, santi turns from where he takes his card back from the fawning server, leans in close and presses his lips to frankie's- effectively shutting up his loud, enthusiastic rambling. god love him, but even santi realizes that there's no other way. frankie's eyes widen, skin tingling where his friend's hand pinches his chin where he gripped him to get him to focus. they haven't done this before, but frankie's body hums at the contact, eyes slipping closed as santi breaks the initial press and does so again, softer this time- not as hard or sudden. there's an intimate feel to the second press of his lips, something unspoken.

"got a lot of love for you, but god you're insufferable when you get onto one of your rambling rants. your main point goes out the fucking window."

"s-sorry." all the words he had in him vanish, his mind trying to bounce back but taking a moment to. santi just smirks down at him, knowing that frankie's eyes have lingered on his lips before. that they've talked about exactly this in roundabout ways. what if scenarios and contact that wasn't just friendly while out on deployment or huddling deep in jungles and windswept open land for warmth and reassurance the other is okay.

"don't be, it's cute."

"he is very cute, isn't he?" you're sauntering up to them, wrapping your arms around frankie's waist and resting your chin on his shoulder to take in the side of his handsome face.

"i didn't- i swear- i invited you out for a good night and here i am kissing my best friend. you must think-" he defends, though he doesn't regret the kiss, his lips glittering and his breath coming a little faster as he works himself up again. giddiness turning to nervousness and worry that you'll never want anything to do with him again.

"baby, it's okay. you haven't ruined anything, i promise." you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, a proper one this time and he quiets up once again. eyes curious and wide, he turns to you fully when you're next words reach his ears. "why don't we all go back to my place and you can find out what we really think of you, hmm?"

without thinking, he cups your face with both hands, fingers spanning almost to the back of your head and musing your loose hair as he kisses you soundly. santi places a hand on both of your backs, his chuckle rumbles over you both as you part.

"think that's a mighty good idea."

"uh, ye-yeah." and he moves easily as you both take one of his arms in yours and guide him out the door.

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hi gorgeous! how are you? i started reading of beskar and kyber yesterday and i’m already loving it; your writing is beyond perfect! i’m really glad i found a din djarin fic with such good writing yay <3 i haven’t finished it yet obviously, but i was wondering if it’s going to be updated anytime soon? if not that’s totally fine, just curious :)

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

thank you for asking bb and i hope my answer doesn't stop you from continuing to read

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HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING BB!!!!!!

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 🖤✨