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i was watching pedro edits as usual lmao and a commenter said “i just know he talks you through it…” i haven’t thought about anything else since.
Hello anon! ❤️ Well I’m dead at that reminder. 🥵 You know who would 100% talk you through it?
Frankie “big dick energy” Morales. 👑 Now excuse me while I scream into my pillow.
Hello, I am sorry you had to go through hardships. I am here, you are not alone.
I may have already been crying but this made the tears fall again. Thank you so much for this message. I hope you know that you’re not alone either and if you need an ear for anything I’m here for you too!
Lauren!
I cannot stop thinking about our conversation yesterday!
Imagine telling Marcus you wanted a quiet New Years in with sweatpants and take-out Chinese. That man would get so into it! He would order matching sweats for you and him and definitely Missy (who would roll her eyes but still wear them). And then the three of you would pass out on the couch before the ball drops and probably wake up around 1 am. He’d be all snuggly and pull you closer and give you a lazy kiss and mumble “Happy new year, baby,” before passing right back out.
The perfect night. 🖤✨
Cat! You menace (affectionate)!!! Truthfully, I couldn’t stop thinking about it either. 😩 How dare you put this beautiful message in my inbox and making me yearn!
He would be so relieved that you wanted to have a stay in celebration instead of going out.
He just wants to cuddle on the couch. Maybe find some time to spend some alone time with you, muffled by the loud fireworks that would sound off during the night after the ball drops.
Not that you would even get that far. Nope, that was too high of an expectation for your collective old person status.
Missy would definitely grumble about it while you’re all huddled on the couch, but you know the minute you offer up matching grey sweatpants—an ulterior motive—as you sneak a look at Marcus, brow arched and the corner of your mouth ticking up, leaving her no choice but to give her opinion.
“That’s not festive! Give me the laptop. You’ve lost your privilege.”
His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose while he gazes down at you with a matching smile, mouthing nice try, his hand traveling down to your lower back—not moving any further but filled with anticipation.
You try to keep your laugh from surfacing when you hear “grey sweat-” whispered under her breath at your apparent crime and the click clacking of the keyboard while she finds a suitable option.
Something with a lot more color or if judging by her cheeky smile accentuated by the blue light of the computer screen—sequins.
Too many crab rangoons later, Marcus’s favorite probably, and a couple of glasses of champagne shared between you—sparkling white grape juice for Missy so she doesn’t feel left out. You’re all trying to stay awake spread out on the couch.
The faint voice of the anchorman announces the countdown but it’s fruitless. All three of you are asleep by the time the ball drops, cuddled close due to the chill in the now January air even from inside the house.
Marcus can’t help it; he just needs to be closer even in his slumber so he tightens his hold around your waist and you’re awakened by the breath of his soft snores delicately hitting your face. He wakes up from your amused huff when his glasses are all askew on his face since he forgot to take them off.
You would be just aware enough to pull off his glasses and blindly plop them on the side table next to the couch. Unaware that you completely missed your aim and they landed on the floor instead after a mini search party the next morning.
Oof, please. The beautiful rasp of that man when he would mumble “Happy new year, baby.”
The gentle scratch of it from being still on the edge of sleep and his look of admiration for you illuminated by the TV still playing in front of him.
He’s definitely a snuggler when he’s sleepy and if you’re not at risk of your lungs being squeezed out it’s not close enough for him.
Oh, but maybe he’d try to give you another lazy kiss before passing out. More of a press of lips as they slide to the corner of your mouth when he nuzzles your cheek.
Allowing himself to finally drift back into a deep sleep with the promise of soft breaths echoing in the quiet living room from the two loves of his life.
Do you have any advice for those of us who find it difficult to maintain consistency in our writing? I find that I can't write more than two chapters without getting bored. I have so many ideas that I can't complete!
Oh man. You are talking to the ✨queen✨ of inconsistency. It happens to the best of us and that’s okay too! I know I also have this problem so you’re definitely not alone with feeling this.
I do find that having an outline of your story is a huge help and personally helps me with the being bored. I am a visual person at heart so I need to see where my story is going. You don’t have to stick to it. Things can change as you go along, but you can see where you’re at and where you’re headed! Maybe add one thing per chapter that excites you whether it’s a trope or a particular dialogue or anything. Doesn’t have to be any huge plot points, just something simple to keep your inspiration flowing until you get to the next plot point. Filler chapters are also completely okay!
Take a break if you need to from it! Maybe some fresh eyes will help after taking some time apart. On the opposite side of that spectrum maybe tackle a little at a time if that helps. If you look at them as a whole it’s overwhelming so do a refresh and see at what point in your plot you got bored. It’s like that one saying that if you’re stuck on a fic go back ten sentences!
Talk to a friend if you can about it. It always helps to have another person to bounce ideas with when you’re feeling stuck! They might find something in it that they’d love to see a part of the story whether it’s a trope or just any particular scene or dialogue. Or if you feel like you have a “hole” in your story then you can talk about it with them! They might have an idea to help fill it or maybe any advice.
I’m actually going to “dial a friend” and tag some peeps below that have some amazing nail-biting multi-chapter fics that can reply (no pressure though) with their input or anyone that I forgot to add! 🥰
@radiowallet @writeforfandoms @oonajaeadira @the-ginger-hedge-witch @honestly-shite @sharkbait77 @letterfromvienna @yespolkadotkitty @astoryisaloveaffair @littlepadika @clints-lucky-arrow @tuskens-mando @magpie-to-the-morning
Fic authors self rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love. 💖
Cat my love! This was a haaaaaard one because I am my own worst critic, but I had to push that bitch aside. 😆
I have to add Inn Over Your Head! That fic was a lot of firsts for me. Writing something longer (10k was a lot for lil bby writer me) and writing smut for the first time. I also plan on rewriting it to turn it into a book so it’s special to me.
Six Weeks and Forever is another fave of mine. I love me some friends to lovers and I was excited to dip my toes into lactation kink!
I love the softness of Insatiable without being totally on the smut. There’s a hint of it, but there’s something lovely about non-sexual intimacy and feeling that you’re the only two in existence.
I have to add Sunday Morning because it’s so warm and cozy like that time when it’s just on the edge of being cold but the sun is keeping you warm which I imagine that moment in the kitchen as. I was also nervous because I wasn’t sure if I could write something as a ‘verse and make it seem like it’s the same relationship across the board.
Phew, who would’ve thought I would be adding Safe to this list. This was one of those fics I didn’t want to look at because I didn’t think it was my best writing. But then I remembered it wasn’t supposed to be. It was my very first one and I’m proud of it because it got me to where I’m at now. And now I look at it a lot kinder and whenever I reread it I get giddy because like I did that.
Is your blog name javier p in me or javier pin me?
Hello my anon friend! ❤️
Believe me, you’re not the first person to ask me that question. @just-here-for-the-moment posed that exact question, but it is javier pin me (to the wall, the bed, the front door, anywhere really.)
Furry friend Summer?? Picture pretty please??? 🥺🥺
Of course!! You get three because I love these ones. ❤️ She’s my baby. She was a two week old stray kitty with a sprained leg when we found her. We have a morning routine of me moving my knee pillow right in front of my crossed legs so she can sit on it and get pets and cuddles and kisses followed by a good brushing (I’m the only one she sits still for lol).
Super weird so I'm sorry in advance, but I saw your tags on pineapple on pizza and I wanted to suggest black olive and pineapple as a combo! It's my favorite pizza ever, the pineapple cuts into the super salty of the olives, then you have the tang of the marinara, and the smooth of the cheese, and to me it's all a masterpiece of pizza goodness. Definitely won't work if you don't like olive, though, so feel free to disregard if that's how you feel. 😅😅😅
Oh my god, not weird at all! I will take any pineapple pizza recs now and in the future. That sounds HEAVENLY. I actually put black olives in my potato salad so I’ll definitely be trying that!! Thanks for the rec, honey!!! 😄
