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notjustjavierpena · 15 hours

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Meadow (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

My last fic here in a while. Please consider following me on AO3 💖❤️

Summary: Javier hears you singing to his newborn.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, sugary fluff, Javi POV, babies!

Word count: 850

Meadow

Javier tries to be quiet as he returns to you, carrying a stuffed Eeyore in his hand while listening for the sound of Inés' unhappy hiccups. He calculates his steps on the ground to make sure not to step on a twig or a branch, the crackle of it sure to distress his newborn even more.

He finds that the tall grass dotted with wildflowers and the soft earth is forgiving of his feet, so much so that his presence goes completely unnoticed by you. He never knew that this spot existed, having always treated the road as nothing more but a road until you showed him that its surroundings were so much more. There’s a metaphor somewhere in that, something about him just passing through and you making him able to stop and take a look around.

The sun is warm on his exposed skin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and you have convinced him to leave the jeans for a pair of comfortable slacks instead. He checks the time to see how long he has been gone and it’s nothing more than a few minutes, realizes that the sun is starting to fade from being at its highest point today.

As he draws nearer to the spot you chose, Inés’ cries have died down completely until they are not heard at all. Instead, it is the soft sound of your voice that drifts through the air to him. You are singing quietly to his daughter, a lullaby that he remembers having heard before in a distant memory of his own childhood.

A breeze rustles the leaves of the oak tree you sit beneath, its crown of leaves protecting you both from direct sunlight. As if forced by nature to relax, he hears the birds chirping too. This is peace and contentment, he thinks, and how wonderful it is to do nothing with the people that he loves the most.

When he finally spots you, he finds you sitting on the blanket you brought with your sweater tucked underneath your slightly bent knees. Inés is resting in your lap, cradled by your soft arms, and sleeping soundly with her tiny fingers curled into fists. You are so beautiful as you stare down into his daughter’s blissful face, your smile even warmer in the soft glow of the sun.

Occasionally, you run a thumb over the length of her nose but you never stop singing to her. The stuffed animal seems a waste of time now but if he hadn’t gotten it from the car, he would have never caught you like this.

How has he gotten so lucky, he wonders, to have such an incredible woman to be the witness of his life? He cannot believe how sentimental you have made him, his chest aching as he watches your beauty grow even further as it is enhanced by the nature around you. More than a decade in Colombia and he thought he would never feel anything again. How ridiculous a thought that is.

When he finally makes himself known again, bursting the bubble of quiet admiration he has been in, you turn your head when he kneels down beside you. You stop singing but Inés sleeps on.

Without a word, you notice Javier and then smile until it widens into a grin on your face that outshines the summer sunshine. He smiles back and places Eeyore on the ground in front of you, purposefully posing him to stand in the grass because you always hate when he is careless about stuffed toys.

“I hope he doesn’t mind getting left in the car,” he whispers as he makes sure Eeyore won’t tip over, “Sorry it took a bit.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, “You have made it up to him; grass is his favorite.”

“Papá! There are frogs here!” Suddenly, his four-year-old son emerges from somewhere in the tall grass, carrying a stick in his hand that he seems to be using as a sword. He grins widely as he approaches the three of you, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he walks quickly on the uneven ground and Javier holds out his hand in case he has to catch him.

“Careful, Muchacho (young man),” Javier chuckles, “You might scare them away if you trip.”

“I found the biggest frog ever!” Lucas brags and falls into his father’s embrace, throwing his arms around his neck, “I want to show you!”

Javier looks at you to silently ask if you need him. Lucas presses on, “Come on, Dad!”

Inés fusses a little at being woken up by the noises around her. You take the stuffed animal and wiggle it in the air in front of her. You start singing again. It is something about meadows and daisies, something about being warm and kept from harm.

“Go,” you stop briefly to urge him, “We’ll be here when you come back.”

And as Javier gets up from the ground and takes his son’s hand, he smiles because he knows that you will.

My last fic here in a while. Please consider following me on AO3 💖❤️

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notjustjavierpena · 4 days

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Happy one year to my very first fic on this blog. Grateful is not enough to describe how I feel.

Are You Staying?

A/N: Let’s face it. This is Pedro Pascal’s world, and we’re all just living in it, trying to get by. I hope you enjoy this simple one-shot, which is my very first portrayal of Javier Peña.

Summary: You have become accustomed to letting the DEA agent be your reward for snitching on narcos and their sicarios.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You

Tags: +18 Smut (minors DNI), PIV sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, fingering, couch sex, doggy style, creampie, cute banter, dirty talk.

Word count: 2.6k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46680259

Are You Staying?

“This never happened,” Javier Peña says as he stuffs a bundle of cash into your jean pocket, lingering just a moment. You find it endearing that he repeats that phrase every time that he is here but you guess that when getting intel, one can never be too careful. You have given him nothing of importance, an address to a potential hideout (which you figure will be abandoned by now), but you like to think that he often just wants an excuse to see you.

“As per usual,” you reply with a smile and pat the money in your pocket. They are not the ones of most importance in this room right now though; Javier is, and whilst cash gives you more freedom in your life, you have become accustomed to letting the DEA agent be your reward for snitching on narcos and their sicarios.

“Are you staying?” You ask nonchalantly. He doesn’t need to know just how accustomed.

Javier looks at you with the tiniest hint of a smile, reaching behind him to pull out his gun and placing it on the nearest surface. It’s what he usually does when things are going to take a turn in your favor, and you don’t need a vocal answer.

“You better remember that when you leave,” you warn with a smirk, nodding towards the firearm.

“Shut up,” he plays along, taking a step forward towards you and without thinking, you start to unbutton his shirt. It’s automatic, it's a habit. Javier doesn’t protest, “Just be glad that I won’t accidentally shoot my fucking ass off in your home. Come on, I don’t have long.”

And then he leans in to kiss you, one arm wrapping around your lower back to show you that despite your snark, he is the one in control. You don’t protest either.

His mustache tickles you but you greet him without hesitation, resting your forearms on his shoulders and linking your hands together. It is slow and hot, even more so when he slides his tongue against yours.

The kiss goes on for a moment before he breaks it to let both of his hands come up to rest on your arms, yanking them off of himself so he can guide you towards your couch.

His eyes are on you the whole time as he backs you towards the living room. The look he is giving you is making a hot sensation pool in your stomach, his eyes nearly black from desire for you. You feel like you are being hunted and cornered by a predator that you welcome with every fiber of your body. You are not going to put up a fight.

Suddenly, the armrest of the couch hits the back of your thighs. You let yourself fall backwards and Javier smirks from you having read his mind.

“Good,” he praises and you respond by undoing your jeans. He helps them off of you until they are somewhere on the floor. The generous amount of money they hold is completely irrelevant right now.

Your underwear is next. Javier hooks his thumbs into the waistband of them and pulls, ending up swearing under his breath when he sees them stick to you a bit. You cannot help yourself with him. It’s like Pavlov’s law; this kind of secret encounter with him triggers your mind to remember what always comes after. You’ve been wet since he was at the door and you beg that he has an appetite tonight.

He does; suddenly, Javier grabs your thighs and yanks you towards the end of the couch. You yelp and follow up with a giggle in surprise, ass hanging over the armrest now. Whilst Javier finds the giggling sweet, he cuts it off by sinking to his knees. You go silent.

“Mi amor,” he says to you when he is level with your cunt, breathing against it. You want to press your thighs together or cross your legs. The anticipation is killing you.

Luckily, you do not have to wait for long. Javier closes his mouth around your clit and his eagerness is absolutely filthy. You want to squirm to tone down some of the intensity but his hands are still on your thighs, roughly holding you in place as he works the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck,” you moan and let your mouth hang open, begging not to practically drool. Looking down at the top of his head, you can hear him breathing unsteadily through his nose, wondering if he was going to give in and loosen his grip on your legs soon to come back up for air. No, he powers through.

You reach down to grab his hair, threading your fingers through his well-combed locks and then pulling hard. With the little space you have to move, you buckle up your hips to meet his mouth with a sense of control of the situation despite knowing you have none. He hisses in pain against your cunt but instead of removing himself from you, he dips down to dive into you. You feel him descend, nose against your clit and tongue licking long stripes along you.

This time, you accidentally pull his hair too hard. It results in him looking up at you with narrowed eyes.

“Mierda, are you done?” He growls but you are too focused on looking at his wet mustache and shiny nose. It looks obscene, pornographic even. If he doesn’t go on soon…

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” Javier’s hard tone is gone in the blink of an eye as he catches you clenching around nothing. He takes a moment to admire the sight of you, then dares to remove one hand from your hip.

His hand goes down your body, and after a twist of his wrist, so that his palm is upwards, two fingers enter you. You arch your back properly for the first time since you started, not restrained by two hands anymore.

His fingers crook inside of you, rubbing your g-spot and then he covers you with his mouth again. You’re gone. The world fades away to nothing more than the feeling between your thighs, and if that wasn’t enough, Javier’s free arm slides under the small of your back to lift you into his mouth.

Your thighs start trembling as his fingers fuck you open. He always knows exactly what he is doing, and you thank all the women who came before you as he makes a come-hither motion inside of you. On top of his nose buried in the mound of your cunt and him eating you out like he has been starving, you find yourself nearing your climax embarrassingly fast.

“I’m— Javi,“ you babble, eyes closed and head thrown back, “I’m gonna— ah… gonna come.”

Your body tenses up like an elastic band being pulled, a breath getting caught in your throat for just a second before coming out in a cry. The elastic band snaps and the orgasm hits you with fast and intense spasms of your cunt whilst Javier works you through it. You practically sing his name.

It takes a few moments before you have calmed down enough to even look at the DEA agent again. Javier has already gotten up from the floor, hands on the armrest and looking down at you with a big grin. His arms flex as he leans over you, “Lie back and turn around.”

“Give me a fucking break,” you let out an exhausted chuckle, a hand on your chest as if to make sure you’re breathing properly, “Get undressed instead.”

Javier pulls off his shirt, already unbuttoned by you. He hangs it over the back of the couch, then goes for his jeans which must be uncomfortable to wear at this point; from where you are lying, you can see the outline of Javier’s cock. He must be painfully hard underneath the denim.

“Speak for yourself,” he says, nodding towards your covered chest and you proceed to pull your shirt over your head. When he finally steps out of his jeans, you throw your garment at him which he catches.

“Happy?” You ask with a playful roll of your eyes, reaching around your back to unclasp your bra. You throw it onto the back of the couch with Javier’s shirt.

“Now I am,” he replies with a huff through his nose. He uses your shirt to wipe his face, specifically his mustache, and you want to curl your toes. It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does but soon you are following orders, pushing yourself back on the couch and turning onto your stomach.

“Fuck, baby,” Javier swears behind as you instinctively get up on all fours.

Nothing happens for a while until you feel the weight of Javier behind you on the couch. He is shuffling around, most likely undressing the rest of himself, and you find yourself leaning onto your forearms to show him what he is missing.

“Por favor,” you say with a shuddering breath but it does nothing but earn you a smack to your ass. You yelp.

“Don’t use my own tricks against me,” he refers to the slip of Spanish. Behind you, he reaches for both of your hips to pull you onto your hands and knees again. You wait patiently, gasp when you finally feel his cock press against you.

“Please,” you correct yourself. Javier chuckles, one hand sliding up to rest on the small of your back. He guides himself into you and a groan erupts from his lips, his cock stretching you open in a way that his fingers could never. There’s only a slight resistance, your body tensing up for just a split second before accepting him fully.

“Fuck me,” you beg.

There is more swearing but no movement. You take it that Javier is admiring you and the way his cock has disappeared inside of you. Despite how hot that thought is, you are impatient for Javier to move, so you push back into him.

“Don’t,” Javier moans in surprise, “Give a guy a warning.”

“And buy you dinner first?” You try to laugh but it is interrupted by a gasp as Javier starts fucking you, “I think– fuck, Javi… Think we’re past that.”

“You feel fucking amazing when you laugh,” he groans, fingers digging into your hip and holding you in place like when he had eaten you out. You are staying right where he wants you. He finally sets a pace that has your head swimming, filling the room with obscene noises of sex.

You cannot hold yourself up anymore, turning your head to the side and resting your cheek against the couch. You grab whatever you can in front of you for dear life, ending up nearly ripping the couch cushion underneath you apart.

With your back arched like this, a new angle sends a shot of pleasure raking up your spine. You make a wanton sound as Javier’s cock hits that same spot inside of you over and over again. How the fuck does he do it so well?

The noise coming from you must have spurred Javier on because he grabs the back of the sofa to go faster, deeper, harder. If this is how you get rug burn then so be it.

“You’re incredible, Javi,” you praise breathlessly.

“Ah— and you take me so fucking well,” he tells you in return, swearing under his breath and muttering your name as his hips start to stutter. Not yet.

“Kiss me,” you command as a distraction. You feel him reach around your torso, sprawling a strong hand across your sternum and then pushing body upwards until you are on your knees.

You feel the tip of Javier’s tongue lick a drop of sweat from between your shoulder blades, lips trailing upwards from where the drop had slid down until he is back to breathing into your ear.

“Javi,” you moan as he slowly continues fucking you with your back pressed against his sweaty chest. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, brows furrowed in pleasure, “Kiss me.”

He obeys, leans his head towards yours, catching your mouth in a heated kiss that is way too much teeth in the beginning because of your position. You reach up to put a hand on the back of his head, trying to guide his mouth whilst he moves with you. Javier responds by reaching up to grab your breast in his hand, a thumb brushing over your already hardened nipple.

You suck at the tip of his tongue only briefly, but end up breaking the kiss with a gasp as he pinches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Make me come,” you breathe harder, heart pounding in your ears after the slight pain of being pinched again. Javier noses along your neck, tickling you slightly before biting down at your pulse point. His free hand goes down your stomach until he has it between your legs, two fingers on your clit.

“Oh God, oh,” you moan. Javier rubs your clit fast, almost making you double over as your legs start to tremble like earlier. You’re close, and you announce it with a string of pleas for him. Almost… almost there. Just a little more.

Javier barely pulls out of you anymore at this point, rolling his hips so he can hit your g-spot with a precision that he has learned through many meetings like this. It is just what is needed to send you over the edge.

Your hand comes flying down to cover the one Javier has between your legs. Your nerve endings feel like they are on fire as you come. Warmth floods through your body, all centering in on your cunt as you feel pleasure ripple through your body. You clench around Javier’s cock, pulling a low groan from his lips.

“Oh, oh, fuck— ah,” you continue as Javier works you through your high, leaving you exhausted and spent. You lean against his chest, panting after the DEA agent slows down again.

“Next time, I’m gonna have to watch your face when you come,” he is panting himself, and you don’t blame him; he hasn’t gotten to his own endorphin high. It must be torture.

You roll your hips against him without saying anything. It earns you a soft gasp as he is suddenly seated deep inside of you again, thrusting roughly up into you a few more times before growling into your shoulder. You feel him come, feel his cock twitching before spilling inside of you. It never gets old.

Then there’s silence, only your heaving breaths being heard. It’s nice, comfortable and quiet. It takes a moment to function again, so you’ll enjoy the mutual experience of being exhausted.

“Fuck, I need a cigarette,” Javier mutters behind you, grabbing at the base of his cock and pulling out of you with a grunt. You feel empty but it doesn’t matter, right now, you need to go get cleaned up.

You get off the couch, quickly walking to your bathroom, “Be right back.”

When you come back, you’ve put on new panties. Javier is dressed on the bottom half of his body and he has placed his gun on the coffee table so he doesn’t forget it when he leaves. He is lying on the couch and has a cigarette between his lips, blowing smoke up into the air.

You walk to stand by him and he offers the smoke to you. You take a puff before handing it back to him, “That was something.”

Javier laughs quietly, “Yeah? You better come up with something better next time or I won’t have a reason to drop by.”

“Ay, Javi,” you slap his arm, and he just laughs a little louder, “Maybe I should call your little friend. Steve, was it?”

“Steve is married, you know, and I wouldn’t pick a fight with Connie. She’ll kick your ass,” Javi grabs your arm and pulls you down onto the couch with him. You roll your eyes but still kiss him.

“Fine, guess I will just have to stick with you.”

“I guess you will.”

#scheduled

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notjustjavierpena · 4 days

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What's your AO3 author name? Gonna follow 🥰

My AO3 is notjustjavierpena as well ❤️

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notjustjavierpena · 5 days

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I think it’s time to pull the plug indefinitely.

Hiya! Happy one year anniversary to me!

It’s been a hell of a ride to be in this fandom during the last couple of weeks but now, I’m at the point where I’m just reminded of the bad more than the good. I’ve not written anything for nearly two weeks without feeling sick to my stomach. I can’t block from a side-blog which makes everything worse, so I am deleting my tumblr app and bookmark.

Hubby means so much to me. He lives on in my head 💖🥺 Perhaps he will continue on my AO3.

I’m so grateful if you have been reading my work during this year. You are a real one! Thank you for the love and support.

I scheduled a few posts for the future. Including this.

I’ll be back if I get back into a groove or Pedro makes me wanna give this community another go.

Love, Siggy

#siggy talks

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notjustjavierpena · 7 days

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Hi everyone,

a few personal things going on in this fandom and so I will be backing away from posting fics for a bit.

Hopefully this place will feel good again soon but for now, I need to spend some time offline with people I love. I’m already planning some nice outings next week to heal my mental state 🥺💖

Love, Siggy

#siggy talks

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notjustjavierpena · 9 days

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#hubby inspo

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notjustjavierpena · 9 days

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Hi everyone,

I’m considering moving my fic universe away from tumblr only as a way of detoxing from tumblr after one year on here.

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notjustjavierpena · 9 days

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991 i hav emerjenci

Wow, what an absolute dumpster fire, right? *gestures broadly* ↓Below the cut↓ are some specific things as a reader/mutual/friend/etc you can do that will make things a little better.

You come across someone posting/using someone else's work without express permission to do so:

INFORM THE ORIGINAL CREATOR/POSTER (OP) DIRECTLY ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Let OP know BEFORE you attempt to engage with the person on their behalf. ✧ OP will probably want to lay eyes on the situation, and, if the person stealing their work is tipped off, they might proactively block OP and/or remove posts before they can be verified as stolen. ✧ Do not harass the person who stole the work. It might be coming from a place of wanting to stick up for OP, but it ultimately doesn't help the situation.

OP is experiencing a hate brigade, nasty anons, or trolling over their fic:

PRIORITIZE ACTIONS AND BEHAVIORS THAT KEEP THE FOCUS ON SUPPORT FOR OP ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Reblog the fic in question with a glowing recommendation or just leave a comment under it expressing your appreciation for it. Both actions will boost the work in question as well as show direct support for OP. ✧ Reach out privately through DMs if you have that sort of relationship, or send a supportive message through asks. Keep it simple and short as they are probably overwhelmed with the shitstorm at certain points. ✧ Speaking up with a supportive comment or post for OP isn't necessarily a bad thing, but arguing back and forth with the trolls/hate brigade/etc. - even if you are doing it with intention to support OP - only fuels the fire, and some of them are doing it for the attention anyway.

OP seems down / isn't motivated to write / is expressing considerations of leaving fic writing altogether because of the current climate on this hellsite:

GIVE THEM THE SPACE OR TIME THEY NEED, BUT ALSO LET THEM KNOW THAT THEY ARE VALUED ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ For the love of god please don't bombard them with asks about when xyz is going to be posted. This is a hobby for them, and they have jobs, families, and other life responsibilities that come first. Many would love nothing more than to sit and write all day, but that just isn't the reality for 99% of fic writers. ✧ Show their older works love, too. Many fic writers take the time to curate an organized masterlist of their works, and many have been writing for a while. There is a trove of wonderful content that can be read or re-read while you patiently wait for your fave to update. ✧ If you're waiting for an update on a specific fic, go back through the older chapters/updates and leave a comment saying you love it so much that you're coming back to visit older chapters while you wait to see what happens next in the story. I guarantee it will give them a boost of motivation for that story in particular. ✧ REBLOG AND COMMENT. Yes, do both of those things. I want you open up a fic you love and scroll down to the bottom where you can see likes, comments, and reblogs. I want you to look at the disparity between likes and comments/reblogs. Clicking a heart button is pretty much zero effort, and it comes across as such to many writers. It's not how Tumblr operates. This is a REBLOG site. That is how things make their way around. That is how posts get engagement. That is how other people can discover the fic writers you enjoy. Look, I even made a meme to show you what it feels like when after hours and hours of writing and editing you finally post a fic and then somebody only hearts it:

Even a simple "I loved this so much and can't wait to read more!" does wonders. A quick reblog that mentions your favorite part in the story is like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow for writers.

You come across people trashing a writer you like:

CONSIDER IF IT'S HELPFUL OR NOT TO ADDRESS IT ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ People are allowed to have negative/differing opinions about things. If they are expressing their dislike, even in a nasty way, they are allowed to do so. ✧ If it is a genuinely harmful/disparaging conversation, look to see what sort of traction the conversation has. Sometimes it's better to just let something die down before it can even take off. Examples of genuinely harmful/disparaging conversation include but aren't limited to: accusing OP of something egregious without any evidence to support it, framing rumors/gossip they've seen about OP as factual, deeming them criminally or morally corrupt based off a personal opinion they have of OP/their works. ✧ Remember that while serious concerns (like the above point) might be good to share with OP, not every instance of negativity or hate needs to be brought to their attention. If it's just some random jerk on a different platform talking about how much OP's writing is amateur hour, you should probably just leave it be. OP is a person at the end of the day, and sometimes things can be more hurtful than helpful for them to see.

OP isn't acting / responding in a way that you like:

REMIND YOURSELF THAT THEY ARE JUST ANOTHER PERSON IN THE FANDOM AND ARE NOT AN INFLUENCER ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ OP isn't in this fandom to be put on a pedestal (of course there are always exceptions, but I'm not talking about those people) and treated like an influencer. ✧ OP creates works in the fandom because that is how they choose to engage with the fandom. It is one of many ways that people can come together in a community and celebrate an actor/movie/series/etc. ✧ OP is not a content farm. They are writing and sharing because they genuinely enjoy it. They are not being compensated. They are not being endorsed by anybody or any company. They are a normal person trying to take part in a fandom they enjoy. ✧ OP is not obligated to address or comment on a situation, an interaction, discourse, etc. They are not an influencer and aren't equivalent to the parasocial relationships that influencers (aka people who make a living off the internet) have with their followers. OP is not required to "use their platform" for something. It's not a platform. It is OP's personal account where they engage and post in fandom. That is why it exists. OP is not some mega entity that has to speak on something because you demand or expect it.

OP blocked me:

THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Listen, I know it can be hurtful/confusing if you are blocked, especially if it is a writer you really like. I guarantee you that it was not done out of spite and for no reason. ✧ Take a look at the circles you run in, the posts you like, the sort of comments you leave, etc. Many writers are quick to block these days because the climate of this hellsite is very charged and exhausting. If OP sees your username cropping up again and again in fandom drama or you liked a discourse post with a shitty take or your chummy mutual is going off the rails with some bullshit, you might just get caught up in the Block Party. ✧ Don't go through another channel/account to ask why you've been blocked. No, you aren't entitled to a reason. OP is allowed to protect their mental health and peace, and they don't owe anyone an explanation of why and how they choose to curate their experience on this hellsite. ✧ If you believe you were blocked by mistake (which, again, is very unlikely), just take the L, homie. I know that's not what you want to hear, but that's just how it is.

If you took the time to read this, share it, or just in general intend to apply it to your interactions, ✨thank you✨!

Here is a Pedro gif tax for your time and attention. 💜

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