#ILY JANA!!!

[kedsandtubesocks]

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!! ✨

[kedsandtubesocks]

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

[almostfoxglove]

babyyyy i need to know more about the prettiest - voice please 🥹 and i’m giggling about filth idk so that one too maybe? 🫶🏻

JANA HONEY!! the next chapter of THE PRETTIEST will follow mr. maxie as he finds his voice. here's a peek at part of the beginning, when he's once more waiting (torturously) for reader to get home. love to make this man pathetic. wanna see him writhing around like a little wanting worm >:-)

📝 wip folder game

[drunkinyourbenz]

i js wanted to pop up to tell u that i love you sm lyds ur amazing

jana i love you sm you're literally the sweetest <333

[lilacerull0]

goshhhhhhh

[honeyedmiller]

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!

[daynascullys]

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

[beardedjoel]

love you julie 💖

UMMM NO i'm gonna give YOU all of MY love 😤💖💕💓

[goldfades]

okay idk if you’re still writing for the manager series but if you are i think it would be really cute to write one about a team christmas party or christmas diner!! tysm ily bye bye

(there's a fic coming soon dont worry)

oh my god, a team christmas party would be absolutely chaotic and adorable at the same time. let me set the scene:

manager’s office has turned into the north pole in the week leading up to the party because she’s in charge of organizing everything. she’s got lists on lists—decorations, secret santa assignments, food orders—and every five minutes someone’s popping in like, “hey, can we add gingerbread houses to the itinerary?” (it’s kk, always kk).

on the day of the party, the locker room is decked out in twinkling lights, fake snow, and stockings with each player’s name on them (manager’s handiwork, obviously). caroline and azzi are her right-hand women, helping set everything up while paige “supervises” with a santa hat tilted sideways on her head.

the secret santa exchange is pure chaos. paige gifts manager a hoodie with “world’s best coach manager” on it, and she’s smirking like, “it’s true, isn’t it?” manager rolls her eyes but is secretly touched. kk’s gift to azzi is a handmade ornament that says “sniper,” and jana somehow ends up with a stuffed animal that sarah insists looks just like her.

dinner is chef’s kiss. manager made a bunch of the food herself because she doesn’t trust the team not to set the kitchen on fire. everyone’s whining like, “manager, can you just cook for us forever?” paige is already scheming to take leftovers back to her dorm.

after dinner, it’s game time—charades, pictionary, and the most competitive ugly sweater contest of all time. kk shows up in a sweater that literally lights up, and paige’s sweater has a picture of her face photoshopped onto santa’s body. manager tries to stay impartial as a judge but ultimately gives the win to azzi, whose sweater is simple yet iconic. (she bribed manager with a cup of hot cocoa beforehand, obviously).

the night ends with everyone gathered around the tv watching Home Alone while sipping hot chocolate. paige keeps trying to steal marshmallows from manager’s cup, and manager’s like, “i swear to god, paige, if you don’t stop—” but she’s too cozy and happy to actually care.

the girls are sprawled out on couches, blankets piled everywhere, and manager can’t help but smile because even though this job drives her insane sometimes, these moments make it all worth it 💕

[guiltyasdave]

*slides you my bank card*

anything you want. just keep going 😘

[jennaispunk]

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.

[pb5-a35]

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

[pbandjelly535]

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❤️

[pedrospatch]

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (if you feel like it, no pressure.) spread the self-love ❤️

thank you for dropping this into my inbox jana! 🥹❤️ also thank you to @javier-pena for sending this to me too and @fuckyeahdindjarin for tagging me to do this as well, ily guys!

a safe haven - even though i am taking 84 years to finish this one and have been in the trenches with it, it will always hold a special place in my heart.

fall into temptation - i think about joel and his little dove at least once a week. i really need to revisit these two.

run - i genuinely feel like this might be some of my best work. i poured a lot of love into this for months and i feel like it definitely paid off!

just friends - one of the only javi fics i have ever written, it holds a special place in my heart.

strawberry - daddy dom joel. enough said.

[thequietkid-moonie]

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

[imaginespazzi]

okay i’m scared

hopeful angst?

of course she’s alone she always alone

why is gold italic

oh thank god they’re still there

fifth step?

drew and stephie my heart is full

bananas are gross as fuck

YOU DUMPED OUT MY FULL HEART WHAT IN THE MOTHERFUCK

COACH BUECKERS

unless miss buecks has a reason we should stay

and paige says nothing

paige stop being mean to kids

two kisses shut up

i’ll die

LETS GO HOME STOP

we can’t wait forever while neither can i

2031 with olivia

nvm divorced and gave her the house

rich daddy

“selling olivia a dream” well that hurt me lowkey

poor olivia

STEPHIE THE FUCK

omg she can’t cry stop

a stranger.

MISS BUECKS

jana hi

stephanie

bean

oh this is gonna be good

wait what does stephie bean mean

back to 2033 and paige is jealous

yay games tho

paige has lost azzi before is pissing me off

paige not this “your girl” shit

nine years ago is 2024 i had to get a calculator 

being in the shadow thing im liking this depth

is this the hopeful angst

oh no oh no oh no

everyone say yes

dude

2032 this is brave

THEY DID IT IN 2032 THAT WAS THE OTHER TIME

cam ily

are they gonna do it again

EMPTY BED

THATS RICH

BRO

Aaliyah is a victim

i’m not commenting on that last line

2033 again this is a lot for me

tim fudd hell fucking lo

big bad rizzler got me ctfu

drew leaving out of fear

telling a story is insane

HE LEFT

paige is getting shaded j feel it

alright nivi you need euthanized 

GODDAMNIT THE STAY THING

well i hate you and love you

Now why'd you clock her like that damn

Gold is italic cause golden hour ig? Idk I gotta go back and remember my thought process.

I LIKE BANANAS why does everyone hate 'nanas :(

Wait don't die!

You're such an Olivia apologist but like rightly so cause she didn't actually ever do anything wrong

Stephie-bean doesn't mean anything per say but Paige was the first person to call Stephie bean so it's a thing

It should be 8 years actually to 2025 whoopsie lemme go fix that

#FreeAaliyah tbh #FreeAllOfTheirTeammates

Aurrrkay if you euthanize me, who's gonna fix this?

You love me more than you hate me I knowwww