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Jana’s 1500 Kisses Challenge! 💋
Javi P with #3 - a kiss to the cheek
The first weekend of Javier moving into your place should be a dreamy one especially with the radio playing and the soft warm weather.
“Shit!” Instead your boyfriend is at war with the shelf unit he’s been trying to assemble all by himself this whole day.
“You sure you don’t need any help?” You ask again hesitantly.
“No, mi amor, I got this.” Javier huffs angrily, still looking so handsome as he looks sitting on the living room floor surrounded by a tornado like mess he’s unleashed.
So you head into the kitchen leaving your grouchy man to fight with the instructions. When you drop off a couple of snacks along with a nice iced cold drink besides Javier he doesn’t even seem to notice, but you understand.
You give him the space knowing how frustrating it can be to have someone hover. While you’re putting up dishes suddenly arms curl around you from behind.
Javi curls against your back, smooth and warm.
“You finish the shelves?” You asks soft.
“No.” He grumbles but sounds adorable so grumpy.
“But thank you… haven’t said it enough, but still can’t believe I get to be here with you all the time.” He moves to rub his face against yours then place the softest most gentle kiss against your cheek.
“Even with those dumb fucking shelves.” He adds, and you burst out laughing.
This moment feels as soft and comforting as the early evening sky.
thank you dearest @janaispunk for being such a gem and congrats again!! ✨
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Oh Jana dearest thank you so much for the rec and for creating this I ADORE YOU! ♥️💕💌
lucien flores - oneshots
fic recs masterlist - please check the tags and warnings on each fic! if you enjoyed a fic, please show the writer some love <3
a regular slut & moaning, panting by @iamasaddie
gold chain drabble & like a moth to a flame by @ozarkthedog
mutual by @luxurychristmaspudding
i was fixed on your hand of gold by @freelancearsonist
chained by @5oh5
this high of you & me by @kedsandtubesocks
drunk on your summer wine by @joelsgreenflannel
take me higher by @seventeenpins
untouched by @lunitawrites
on the verge of a usual mistake by @gasolinerainbowpuddles (featuring dieter bravo)
hungry eyes by @missredherring
two-pack habit & a motel tan by @trulybetty
precious by @jksprincess10
the party by @aurorawritestoescape
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16 & 24 for the fanfic asks? 🫶🏻
jana my love 🥹
16. fic(s) you’ve completed this year
-> pretty much my whole masterlist except for my professor!joel series and frankie one shot :’) it’s astounding to me how much i’ve written this year and how much i’ve improved. i look forward to what next year brings!!
24. fav fic i’ve read this year
-> this is genuinely such a tough one. i truly don’t even know where to begin. i’ve read so many fantastic fics this year, but id say the ones i love the most / keep coming back to are the ones that i’ve rec’d in my fic recs so far 🥹 there’s so many incredibly talented writers on here!
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hello the song i'm sending you is called the bags under your eyes by ilgen-nur !! <3
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
I think for me it's a combo of kinda catchy and not really my thing, but I do wonder if I'd like it in a different style because I like the lyrics/verses! It was just a little low and talk-singy for me (but sometimes that does grow on me). I'd love to hear your thoughts though and what you like about it! <3
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love you julie 💖
UMMM NO i'm gonna give YOU all of MY love 😤💖💕💓
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡
Hi, Jana love <3
Hmmm, 5 things that make me happy:
Your existence 🫶🏼
Academia!! (that feels pretentious😭 but I rlly love learning)
My friends (both here on tumblr & irl 🫂)
My doggies (I’ve got 5 of em!)
This is oddly specific, but when an old hyperfixation makes it to the surface again. It feels so nostalgic and bubbly. I’m currently going through this right now, and I’m feeling so happy and warm 🥺
Thank you, I love things like this !! 💚💚
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Call It What You Want
pairing: Joel Miller Jackson era x f!reader
summary: Who knew a storm would push you and Joel exactly where you wanted to be but never thought you’d end up?
content warnings: shocker shocker, Mads wrote fluff for once! There’s a slight mention of arson and your house burning down but ya know, the rest of it is fluff. Nicknames, implied age gap but it’s not specified, storms. NO USE OF Y/N.
authors note: this is almost two months late for the lovely @janaispunk 1500 kisses challenge! I couldn’t find my moodboard unfortunately (it was beautiful) so I had to improvise. I got Joel + cheek kiss. It’s short and sweet 🖤 Jana ilysm. || word count: 1.1k || thank u always to @pedgito for beta reading & @wannab-urs for hyping me up to post despite how far I got derailed from life. Ily ily ily.
Two years. It’s been two years living with Joel Miller in Jackson. It wasn’t what you expected, given the week you moved into the smaller house just up the hill, someone decided to burn it down to get you to leave. It wasn’t really the warm welcome like you were promised. Joel was tasked with housing you until they could rebuild or find you somewhere else to shack up. Given he was Tommy’s brother and Tommy was with Maria, no one dared to even mess with anyone close to the Millers.
It took Joel a mere three months to decide he liked keeping you around, it wasn’t so quiet in the house anymore, and he had someone to share his dinner with because he could never figure out after all these years how to cook for one person. Either way, you both liked each other’s company and you didn’t want to live anywhere else. However, there was a mutual agreement between you two of house rules.
Keep up after yourself, do your work and do as you’re told, and no overnight guests.
Even if you didn’t talk about it, the third rule just kind of happened. It was never your house to get comfortable in and over the years you slowly started to feel more relaxed, but it was never going to be yours.
A nasty storm was rolling in during the middle of the night and knowing storms freak you out, especially living in a house surrounded by trees as tall as buildings, you laid in bed staring at the ceiling, contemplating going into Joel’s room to wake him up. You just wanted to be held again, despite you starting to catch feelings for him. You knew the first night you climbed in his bed for relief of knowing you weren’t alone in the house, this was going to fuck you up. You just wanted to feel someone else there with you, anyone. It just so happened to be Joel who was half asleep but more than willing to let you sleep in his bed as long as you didn’t try anything with him.
With each sunrise, you’d wake up in his arms and his head nuzzled into your neck from behind. Had Joel known what was happening or how you’d wake up tangled in each other, he’d make a big deal about it and not let you come in during the middle of the night anymore. Before he’d open his eyes you’d crawl out of his room to let him think you left hours ago.
A ginormous crack of lightning lights up your bedroom and follows with booms of thunder loud enough to rattle the windows and causes you to jolt up in your bed.
You grab your blanket and run into Joel’s room, skipping the knocking that normally wakes him up. He jumps awake, fear coursing his veins as he looks around the dark room and seeing you standing there from the small flashes of lightning.
“What’s the matter?!” He asks and swings his legs over the side of the bed closest to you.
“There’s a storm and-”
“C’mon, get in here.” He lays back down and lifts the covers up, not aware you had your blanket.
Still, you jump in under them and lay your blanket over the top. He knew you were scared of storms, it was all he needed to know as to why you busted in the way you did. With no second thought, Joel’s arms wrap around your body, pulling you against his chest to console you.
“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve gotcha.” He murmurs tiredly as he rubs your back gently to soothe you.
His warm palms smooth over your t-shirt covering your shoulder, almost sucking all the anxiety right out of your body.
“I’ll forgive you for barging in here like that, even if you did scare the shit outta me.” His chin lays right on top of your head, tucking you in closer than you’ve ever been to him. Did he always smell this good and you’re just now realizing?
“I’m sorry, yeah I probably should’ve knocked. I’m sorry.” You try to cover your face in embarrassment but he catches your movements and tugs your arm down, tightening his grip on you as he rocks back and forth trying to get you to laugh.
“No no no, cut it out. I’m just messin with you. C’mon, get some sleep. Long day tomorrow.”
You couldn’t stop staring at the skin on his neck and thinking about how badly you wanted to kiss him. Cuddling with him never went further than what it was because if it did, you’d have to talk about what you two were and that would completely ruin everything.
“But I’m not tired now.”
“Too bad, if you just stop yappin’ you’ll get tired.”
“But-“
His hand comes up gently to your face and squeezes your cheeks together to keep you from finishing your thought. Your adrenaline was pumping as you could feel his face get closer to yours and his breath tickling your skin. A ghost of a kiss was pressed to your cheek, followed by him saying goodnight once more.
Your entire body was on vibrate, hands cemented to your torso where they’ve been since you climbed into his bed. Joel’s hand never left your face as he started to drift off to sleep but his grip loosened.
“Joel.” you whisper
No answer. You shuffle under him and he stirs softly.
“Joel.”
“What's the matter, kid?”
“Why’d you kiss me?”
Bracing yourself for him to kick you out for talking too much, you hold out for an answer and to your surprise, he answers.
“Because I wanted to.” He grumbles and blinks open his eyes, the thunder still rumbling outside.
Biting your lip trying to decide if you should keep going, to give into your temptations and tell him what you’re thinking about.
“What if I want you to kiss me…like…for real? Would you?” You shuffle around as he sits up enough to prop his arm up and hold his head steady in your direction.
“Why would you want that?”
You didn’t know how to answer. Maybe it was the mixed signals you were getting, the looks you’d catch from Joel every time he saw you talking to a guy, or maybe you just really wanted him to kiss you. It had been forever for you too, since someone glittered your skin with delicate kisses and touches from angels and every day that passed, it grew stronger and twined itself with whatever this was with Joel.
“If you’re going to kiss me, I’d rather have a proper one.” You whisper and the flash of lightning lights Joel’s face, exposing the stupid smirk on his face.
What happened that night was going to stay between you two, even if it meant complicating everything.
Thank u for reading! 🖤
#1500 kisses challenge#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller tlou#joel miller x reader#joel miller#joel miller x you#joel miller x f!reader#the last of us fanfiction#jackson joel miller#give me that old man NEOW#tlou hbo#joel the last of us#the last of us hbo#pedro pascal joel miller
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babeeeee it’s your birthday?? congratulations, i hope you’re having the most awesome day <3 enjoy yourself and may all your wishes come true! 🫶🏻
JANA BABE THAT GLADIATOR MEME AND CUTIE PIE DIN’s BOOTY IM CACKLING I ADORE YOU OH SO MUCH!!!
Thank you for the sweet and wonderful birthday message!!! I HOPE ALL UR WISHES COME TRUE TOO & I hope you have a fantastic rest of your week honey 🥹💕
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*slides you my bank card*
anything you want. just keep going 😘
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Like the Rain
Summary: Frankie has something to say....will you listen?
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader
Word count:2.9k
Rating: M
Warnings/Tags: fluff, spice (I won't call it smut. I will leave the smut to all you wonderful people who write it so much better than I ever could), oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up), unresolved feelings, idiots in love, maybe a hint of angst. This is slightly AU: Frankie has a baby but the lady is long gone. Reader has hair long enough to stick to her face and is shorter than Frankie but no other physical description is given. Yes, I gave my darling Francisco a middle name (sorry not sorry). If I forgot anything please let me know.
A/N: This fic was supposed to be for @guiltyasdave 1.5k follower celebration but life (among other things) got in the way and it took me forever to finish this (I'm so sorry Jana!). My prompt was Frankie and kisses in the rain. This fic put me through the ringer and I hope y'all enjoy it.
Thank you: @fallingforthearch for listening to me scream and cry about this fic. @sawymredfox for being my sounding board and calming my fears about certain parts of this fic ILY bestie!!!. @pascalispretty for looking over the final product for me.
dividers by @saradika-graphics
Frankie drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck, beating out an uneven rhythm matching his impatience. He’d been parked outside your house for the last thirty minutes, waiting for you to get home from work. He knew he shouldn’t be here; you’d all but asked him for space, but he couldn’t do that. The last three days had been torture, not being able to talk to you or touch you. He should have just gone straight home after work, showered, and thought this through. His heart had won out over his mind in the end, and now he waited.
The radio weather report droned on in the background, warning of the thunderstorms entering the area. The dark grey clouds looming in the distance matched his mood. He’d been so stupid. He should have just been honest about how he felt, and this wouldn’t be happening right now. Instead, he’d let his fear of not being good enough for you win out over how much he loved you.
Thunder rolled softly in the distance, almost like a deep laughter mocking him. Would you even talk to him? Would you even let him tell you how incredibly sorry he was for hurting you? His stomach flipped as your car finally pulled into your driveway. He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering the courage to face you and speak his truth.
Today had been a long day for you and you didn’t even notice Frankie’s truck parked in the road in front of your house. Your eyes flicked skyward as the shadow of the clouds crossed over you. It had been hot and dry for weeks, with barely a cloud to mar the brilliant blue of the Florida skies. The precipitation was long overdue. Even with your diligent watering, the lawn was taking on the hue of a sickly Victorian child, and the sparse vegetation lining the front of your little home was left looking a little pitiful. You took a deep breath, taking the sweet, pungent aroma into your lungs. All you wanted was to shower, curl up on the couch, and lose yourself in wine and a good book while the storms washed away your pain.
You hadn’t meant to confess your love like you did. It wasn’t supposed to be blurted out in the heat of the moment. You’d wanted to wait for the perfect time, for the moment when everything was just right. But your mouth got ahead of your brain, and before you knew it, the words ‘I love you’ slipped from your lips, and everything changed.
You couldn’t forget the look on his face when you uttered those three little words. It was like the entire world had stopped spinning on its axis. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you, dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape like you were speaking Wookie. Your heart sank like a stone to the bottom of a lake. Tears pricked at your eyes like a thousand tiny needles, and you ran from his apartment before he could see them fall.
You thought he felt the same way about you, but he didn't say it back. It hurt worse than anything you’d ever felt, and you couldn’t get away fast enough. You’d spend the last few days wondering what you’d done wrong, how you’d misread everything.
“Hey!” Frankie called out as he jogged up the path.
You stopped in your tracks at the sound of his voice. It was the last one you expected to hear. You take a deep breath before turning around to face him.
“What are you doing here, Frankie?” You ask flatly but the break in your voice gives you away.
He swallowed hard, his brown puppy dog eyes staring back at you. His lips twitch in that familiar way; the way they always do when he was working up the nerve to say something or when he was really concentrating, and your heart fluttered in your chest.
“I….I was hoping we could talk…. about the other night.”
You scoffed lightly. That’s all you’ve thought about since it happened. That scene replayed in your head on an endless loop like a song stuck on repeat.
Your teeth ground together; the muscles of your jaw strained with the effort. “I’m not sure what else there is to say about it…. I told you that I loved you, and you couldn’t say it back. I think that says it all.”
Tears start to sting at your eyes, and you quickly turned away. The last thing you need right now is for him to see you cry.
“Junebug, please.”
He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. Watching you hide your tears from him broke his heart. He’d sworn he would never make you cry, and here he was doing it once again.
“Say what you need to say, Frankie.”
You kept your back to him. You couldn’t bear to look at him. Your teeth clamp down on the inside of your cheek.
“Can you at least look at me?” He pleaded. He needed you to listen, to let him tell you why he did what he did.
That moment was permanently seared into his brain. He would never forget the way your face fell when he didn’t respond to you. He wanted to say it back. God, he wanted to say it more than anything. He even practiced how he would say those words to you at the perfect moment in his bathroom mirror.
You were the best thing that ever happened to him. He was at his lowest when you met. You were like a ray of sunshine when all he saw were dark clouds. You’d made him feel good again, like he wasn’t a failure. But he couldn’t make himself say it. He was shocked into silence because he didn’t think that you were there yet, and your sudden confession had caught him off guard. All those fears of being a failure had stolen his voice and he watched you run out of his life. He’d been a mess ever since.
You hugged yourself tightly and reluctantly turned around. Your eyes glanced up at the sky, watching the mass of grey clouds inching ever closer.
Frankie lifted his hat and dragged his hand through his hair. His chest rose and fell in an uneven pattern, and he licked his lips. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He had to get the words out.
“I’m sorry about what happened.” He told you. “I never meant to hurt you; I swear. That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.”
“Well, you did!”
The tears you were trying so hard to hold inside were threatening to fall and you swallowed hard, clamping your eyes closed.
Frankie’s hand jutted out to grab yours, but he stopped just short of touching you. Maybe now wasn’t the best time. He sighed heavily and pushed his cap up, smoothing his hair before replacing it. The pained look in his eyes said it all. He knew he was an idiot. He just couldn’t say what you needed to hear.
“Babe…. I’m sorry I couldn’t say the words. I was scared.”
Your eyes snapped open. The crease between your brows deepening.
“Scared….” You asked softly. “Scared of what?”
The toe of his work boot scuffed the cement sidewalk as the thunder rumbled in the distance. His eyes darkened as his past mistakes ran through his mind….. South America….the drugs…Marisa and his little girl. He’d messed up so many things in his life.
“I’m not good enough for you.” He murmured. “You deserve so much better than me.”
Your eyes went wide. That’s what this was all about? You knew about his past but hadn’t realized how deeply it affected him. Now you could see how much he’d kept it inside.
“Francisco José Morales! How can you even to think that?”
Your lips pressed into a thin line as you studied him.
“You are the best man I know. You’re sweet and kind. You treat me like a princess. How could I possibly do better than that?”
A crooked grin broke out on his face. Why was it that you always knew what to say? You always had a knack for bringing him out of his darkness.
Rain drops began falling, peppering the cement with little dark splotches. Goosebumps prickled your skin as the cool drops ran down your face.
“I love you….so damn much. I don’t want to fuck this up.”
The ache in voice was palpable as the rain picked up steam, cold and wet as it soaked you both.
Without thinking, you closed the distance between you. Your body pressed against him, and you crushed your lips to his. You kissed him hard, with all the love you had. You needed him to understand that he was all you ever wanted…you couldn’t live your life without him.
He stood frozen for a moment. That was the last thing he expected you to do. His shock was quickly forgotten as his body responded, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer and kissing you back with equal intensity.
Your mouths mashed together, teeth clacking, both desperately trying to devour each other. His fingers tangled in your soaked hair, gripping it tightly and keeping your mouth pressed against his.
You moaned into his mouth as his other hand grabbed a handful of your ass, pulling you tightly against the growing bulge in his khakis.
You were both oblivious to the rain pouring down on you, desperately groping and kissing each other like two horny teenagers in plain view of your neighbors.
The deafening crack of thunder combined with the bright flash of lightning was the only thing strong enough to separate you.
You both stared at each other, panting, the rain dripping off your lashes and the bill of Frankie’s ever present Standard Oil trucker hat.
“We…should go inside…” you murmured.
Frankie was on you once again when the door closed behind you. His soft tongue slid between your lips; his large hands worked at the buttons of your soaked blouse.
You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward your bedroom. Your limbs tangled as you both fight to get the other’s wet clothing off, bumping into walls and bumping heads.
Frankie tripped as he struggled to get his pants off. You giggled as he hopped on one leg and his shoulder banged into the hallway wall with a loud thud.
“You think that’s funny, Junebug? Just wait 'til I get you on that bed.”
You both fell into bed together, your wet hair soaking your sheets. Frankie descended on you, the weight of him pressing you firmly into the mattress.
He just stared down at you for a moment like he was trying to memorize your features. He smoothed the damp hair that had been stuck to your face as he lowered his face to yours, taking your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.
His mouth worked against yours slowly, his tongue parting your lips to let him in. His tongue filled your mouth with slow, languid thrusts.
His hands snaked down your naked body toward your panties and his mouth followed, leaving open mouthed kisses on your chin, down your neck and over the slope of your breasts. He stopped for a moment, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around the sensitive nub until it became a stiffened peak. You arched your back into him as he lavished the same attention to your other nipple. The ache between your legs grew stronger and you felt the desire pooling there, soaking your panties.
A low chuckle escaped Frankie’s lips as his mouth continued to move lower, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them down to bare you to him completely.
“Hermosa.” His voice was hushed, floating to your ears like the sweetest song.
God, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. To him, there wasn’t a more perfect creature in this world. His heart hammered in his chest as he wondered what he ever did to deserve you. You’d been by his side through everything. You’d seen him at his best and at his worst.
His eyes trailed down the curve of your breasts, down to the apex of your thighs, to the treasure that awaited him there that was reserved for only him. He dipped his head between your thighs, and he ate you like a man savoring his last meal. There was no time for teasing today, he had to show you just how much he loved you.
A breathy moan escaped your mouth. His lips and tongue moved in tandem, a rhythm he’d perfected that would always drive you insane. Your fingers tangled in his damp, brown curls as Frankie’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs. A hungry growl from his lips made you buck your hips into him. His tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves until you cried out his name like a prayer and came on his tongue.
Those gorgeous mocha eyes peered up at you, a satisfied smirk on his lush lips covered in your slick. A trail of sloppy kisses led him back to your mouth, his arm hooking your leg over his elbow; damn near pressing your knee to your chest. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned softly into his mouth, hooking your other leg around his waist.
You would never get tired of hearing the way he groaned softly as he slid his cock inside you. Your walls stretched for him, enveloping him with your warmth. No one could split you open like him.
Frankie pressed his forehead against yours as he found his rhythm. He could live here, inside you. It felt like your body was made just for him, like a key finding its lock.
His hips began to move faster, his thrusts more urgent as you both panted against each others' mouths. He would never get enough of you. The way you felt was like heaven to him, a heaven he didn’t feel like he deserved but he would never let you go again.
No one could ever make you feel as good as Frankie. He knew your body almost better than you did. The tension began to build in your stomach and your legs began to tremble. Frankie’s large hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you down onto him even further, making you mewl loudly and arch your back into him.
He knew exactly what this meant. You were close, and he was going to get you there. His thrusts became sloppier, but I less powerful, still hitting the spot that only he could reach.
“Come on, querida.” He pants, almost desperately. The bed creaked as he pounded into you.
“Dámelo….dámelo…..please…one more…I want to watch you come.” His eyes are fixed on you, his pupils blown, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Whatever invisible force holding you together suddenly vanished, and you saw white. Your mind is only filled with one thing…him. You clung to him as your walls fluttered around him, whimpering his name. He followed you a few thrusts later and spilled into you with a strangled grunt.
Your eyes finally regained focus as you both came down from your high. He looked just as wrecked as you felt…his brown curls were a mess, and his lips parted as he panted.
He pulled you close as he rolled onto his back, resting your head on his chest.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
His voice was rough and breathless. A satisfied hum left your lips as his fingers gently caressed your arm. You knew you would be a little sore in the morning, but it was worth it to have him in your bed again.
“Yeah. I’m okay, baby.”
A comfortable silence filled the room as you listened to the sounds of your breathing mixed with the patter of rain against your bedroom window. Your eyes closed as the gentle thrum of Frankie’s heart pulsed against your cheek. This is what you always wanted. This is where you were meant to be. You were content to lay here forever…until you saw his soaked khakis in a heap in your bedroom doorway.
“I’ll be right back.” You disentangled yourself from his arms, but his hand flew out to stop you.
“Where do you think you’re going?” his brow arched, and a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.
Your head swiveled around to look at him with a crooked grin.
“Our clothes are soaked. I was going to throw them in the dryer.”
His eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe you were worried about the clothes. You weren’t going to need them any time soon, not if he could help it.
“Don’t worry about the clothes, Junebug. They can wait.”
Of course, the clothes could wait. They weren’t important, but it wasn’t in your nature to not worry about the little things.
His chest tightened as you crawled back into his arms. The feeling of completeness washed over him like the rain pouring outside.
Maybe it was an omen that it finally started to rain after all these weeks of drought. Maybe the rain was the universe’s way of washing away the hurt and past mistakes, making way for growth and a new beginning for you both. This was a chance to begin again, and he was going to spend every day making sure he didn’t blow it. He was going to give you the life you deserved.
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Uconn Lives/Videos
Here’s links to videos I have. I’ll keep uploading what I have on Youtube and post the links here. I also added links to tiktoks of parts I didn't have. Most of the videos can be found on @ urmom_4414 on tiktok
Lives:
2/7/23: Amari’s live with Paige, Azzi, Ice and Ines when Lebron became the all time leading scorer.
6/16/23: KK’s live at Ted’s. It’s super short and the team is just dancing.
6/24/23: Ice’s live at Ted’s. I only have the end in full.
IG part
TT Part 1
The cut part
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
End on YT
6/28/23: KK’s live with Paige and Ice
Part 1: KK, Paige and Aubrey
Part 2: KK and Paige
Part 3: KK going to bother Ayanna and Ice (w/ Paige)
Rest on YT
6/29/23: Amari’s live with the team at lunch
6/29/23: KK's live with Caroline (Paige in the background)
Part 1
Part 2
Rest on YT
Ice live with Ayanna and Amari
8/11/23: KK’s live with Paige. 30 minutes of them.
Part 1: Paige's room tour is posted with the link.
8/30/23: KK's live in IG with Paige, Caroline, Ines, Jana, Nika, Amari, and Ice. This is from @ multifan-editsss on tiktok, I just added them together for youtube.
9/4/23: Aubrey and KK Live with Azzi pretending to be the RA
9/17/23: Aubrey Media Day lives
9/22/23: KK's live with Ice and Paige
10/7/23: KK's live with Paige, Ice, and Ines playing fortnite
11/8/23: Ice live with KK, Paige, Azzi, Kendrick
12/23/23: Ice lives with Paige and Drew
12/30/23: Aubrey Talent Show live with Paige, KK, Ice and Q
12/31/23: KK live with Ice and paige
1/5/24: Amari Live with Ines, Carol, and Kayla
1/5/24: KK live with Ice and Paige
1/6/24: Ice live with Drew, Paige and Azzi
1/7/24: KK and Aubrey Live
1/9/24: KK and Ice Live
1/13/24: KK live with Ice and Paige
1/17/24: KK chaotic live with Cotie and Kennedy (thank you to whoever recorded and uploaded it ily!)
2/1/24: Aubrey live with KK, Azzi, P
2/5/24: Aubrey live with KK
3/11/24: BET UConn lives
3/15/24: KK live with team eating hibachi
4/26/24: Paige live with KK and Ice
4/28/24: Aubrey live
5/10/24: Ice live with Drew, Paige, and KK
5/20/24: Paige and KK lives
Other Videos:
7/30/23: Paige and Azzi playing 2v2 at Azzi's camp
#paige bueckers#azzi fudd#kk arnold#ice brady#amari deberry#caroline ducharme#uconnwbb#pazzi#paige azzi#lives
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Thoughts on tonight’s game!
- Sarah Strong will be the freshman of the year. Yes I’m saying that now. IDC. Did you see HER? I mean.. WOW
- Jana looks very good, once she gets more comfortable she’ll be unstoppable!🪣
- Allie and Morgan hitting their 1st 3-pointers off the bench *chef’s kiss*👩🍳
- Kaitlyn is gonna fit right in just fine 😊
- Paige got a massive block that did things to me, BUT I still had moments where I was screaming Paige shoot the ball so sweetie plz shoot the ball🥹 ily tho❤️
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Hi hhi moonie-cutiee I wanted to ask for a narc anciel x gnreader that is a bit hyper and has a n̶o̶t̶ s̶o̶ secret crush on him
Don't forget to drink and eat well and good afternoon/morning mwah ily
Energetic reader has a obvious crush on him
[ HEADCANONS ] [ Marc Anciel ]
[ Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir ]
This is my first time writing for him soooo I hope I made it right <3
it was quite an interesting prompt to write, it kept ne thinking on how it could go and it was funny to do so too! Thanks for requesting it Jana-chan 🩷
Marc is a rather shy person, he prefers having time all by himself and also has some problems relating to others, you two have to be friends before Marc feels ready to open up and actively spend time with you so, at the end, for him having a friend that is energetic and a little hyperactive is both, a bless and a curse
Marc kinda admires your energetic personality, being able to just go around doing and expressing yourself all you want is something he can see as positive and even envy it a little since he doesn't feel the courage to do something like that in the slighest, however he finds it a little problematic whenever you end up dragging attention ti him too, he doesn't like much being in the spotlight and gets easily anxious whenever that happens, so as much as he likes your personality he find it quite troublesome
Honestly it would take a while for Marc to accept that you actually have a crush on him, even when your liking for him is pretty obvious and his friends can confirm it Marc spend quite some time denying it just because he is too shy to think on something like that, besides he doesn't want to think about it, the only thought of you having a crush on him make him anxious because he has no idea of what to do or how to react about it
When Marc finally accept that you do have a crush on him, he will not be calm in the slighest, first of all he is quite flustered by it, he thinks you are awesome and admirable so you having a crush on him it kinda sounds imposible, just that it is actually happening; in the other side, Marc has no idea on how to answer that, even if you haven't say anything about it directly Marc can't help but feel bugged by it, he doesn't really knows if he likes you back or not, he doesn't know how to react, what to think or even if he should say something about it, it is all confusing and makes him so nervous that he just want to run away and hide
Marc needs to have time to think about this whole situation, and will probably avoid you for a while since he feels his heart heavy with anxiety everytime he sees you (even when he feels incredibly bad for doing it), it will take some time and with a lot of help from his other friends he will be able to finally calm down at some point, at least enough to think more clear and calm
Its also thanks to his friends that he will grap his mind around the idea of not doing or saying anything about it for now, if you haven't say anything directly and he doesn't know if he likes you that way it would be better to wait a little longer to take time to keep being friends like always until he manage to fully understand his feelings and give you a proper answer
Marc will go back to be quite shy again after coming back and apologize for avoid you, but with your energetic personality it wouldn't take him long to be able to feel comfortable again and just keep being the same as always
#miraculos ladybug#miraculous x reader#miraculous ladybug x reader#mlb x reader#marc anciel#marc anciel x reader#marc x reader#x reader#x gn reader#cartoon x reader
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toni <3 can i know more about the next of rage and ruin chapter please?
ofc jana babe
so i already mentioned there's some angsting. there's a sprinkling of plot heating up. there's some more smut (what, did we expect them to stop just because her heat is over? 😂 they finally have something to occupy their time)
bcus ily (and @milla-frenchy who also asked for this):
His fist falls from you to smack against the mattress, nails digging into his palm as he swears low and slow.
“Baby. Darlin’, please,” he begs, unabashed. You’re the only one he’d plead for. Only one in the world he’d give himself to like this. After all, you’ve given him everything. Everything that you are, everything that you’ll ever be, it’s all his now. It’s only fair if you have all of him in return.
And, oh, you take all of him. One inch at a time, you take all of him into heaven, your throat pried open by his girth. It’s not an easy task but you’ve devoted yourself to it. He wouldn’t have minded if you couldn’t, knows he’s not an easy man to accommodate. Would have still lost his goddamn mind in the embrace of your mouth and caress of your tongue.
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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️
Jana, you beautiful beautiful soul <3 ily, you make me happy
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