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[mollyrolls]

i laugh at nearly every single joke i make and that’s really special to me 🩷 become your own biggest fan

[honeekyuu]

squeeze. [sakusa kiyoomi x reader]

one. checkered vans

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a/n. dont forget to check out the satin black style guides in the vibes link below :)))))) molly, dodger, and i went a little insane in the akaashi, sakusa, and suna pinterest boards :))))))) featuring "the iwa board being just crossed arms is sending me" -- @eggyrocks

[playlists]. satin black || brews abridged || vibes

warnings: kys/death jokes

next one's written!! :)))))

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

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extras!

hinata has no hesitation ab hitting creepy old men w the side eye when they come in asking for things they shouldnt

aone's body count chat can read aone's hieroglyphic texts in two seconds flat after so many years together

in his free time, akaashi likes getting sunaiwa in trouble. it brings him great joy to watch omi pin a screaming suna to the ground with a tattoo gun in his hand

suna found the crabinem meme on twitter and needed an excuse to use it

sakuyn both independently call suna "checkered vans" because they both independently hate them

BROTHER WHEN SUNAHINA BECOME THE BEST OF FRIENDS WE ARE ALL FUCKED. THATS TOO MUCH MENACE IN THE ROOM AT ONCE.

aone had to take over for the book section because hinata was too busy throwing ass in the middle of the store when soaked came on

yn doesnt listen to yung gravy. she just calls everything yung gravy.

iwa asked akaashi four times what "lookin like a discord kitten" meant and he did NOT elaborate

sakuyn have not met in person yet :))

omi decided "princess" is fitting bc shes a goody two shoes stuck up priss princess

iwa just shrugged and adopted princess into his vocabulary.

he will keep using it as "princess (/pos)". omi uses it as "princess (/neg)” lmao

akaashi made that man cry REAL hard and just stared down at him in disgust the whole time

honestly omi woulda just turned the music down the first time she asked, but that day he happened to be in a shit mood and he decided arbitrarily that she would have to deal w the consequences of that and now he wont drop it

when suna started blasting everywhere i go on repeat, omi just stood behind him at his station like a cryptid until suna turned and realized he was there. brews abridged heard the screaming through the wall

hinayachi are honestly just vibing at this point. theyve accepted the torture

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mirage | suna rintarou

four | scandalous ★

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cw/notes: some sexual humor, terrible description of getting a tattoo, messy messy messy, my iwa simps are eating good today

There was a hum in the air, a sharp twang ringing as it muddled with music. The low drone coming from a speaker beside her; subconsciously mouthing the words to it as her eyes tracked the man's arm. Gaze narrowing before taking a paper towel and wiping down, earning a small groan in return. Tattooing the "sweet spot" of his inner arm, just above the elbow - the only blank area left on his right arm. It hurt like a bitch.

"You weren't kidding last night about being heavy handed." Commenting with a groan as she pressed the tattoo needle to his arm once more, flexing his hand into a fist with a sharp inhale. "I think you're trying to kill me."

"Oh, grow up," she laughed. As she turned to dip the needle in the ink container, she cast her gaze over to him, locking eyes with him for a brief moment before turning away. Don't look at me like that, good god. He was handsome, that she couldn't deny even if she wanted to. Black ink winding down both arms and stopping just before his hands, a cut off that was stark but blended well. "You're the one who came in regardless, I did warn you."

Iwaizumi wasn't a stranger to the ramblings of the woman, often finding himself enjoying them the many times he came in. But this one was different, an aura of dejection around her today, that juxtaposed her usual irritability as he listened to her speak. Asking him rhetorical questions to gauge his attentiveness; ones he was always ready to answer. Maybe it was merely a distraction from the discomfort he felt on his arm, that slowly merged to a numbing feeling as time passed, maybe it was something else.

"I listened to the song you suggested last time by the way. Best interest." Telling him in an effort to shift the conversation to a lighter subject, tired of speaking about her relationship woes. Though the tone shift of the conversation was palpable, a bit hesitant, and heavy.

"Yeah? Did you like it?"

"I did." She paused a moment from her actions, formally shading part of his arm, now glancing to look up at him with a small smile. "Pretty scandalous though. There something you're trying to tell me, Iwa?" She asked half joking, laughing off her own question before flicking her eyes back down to continue shading.

"And if there is?"

Another pause as his question caught her off guard, a small 'huh' leaving her lips as her eyes snapped up to him again. Oh fuck he's dead serious. His earnestness made her hesitate and she pulled away the tattoo gun completely, instinctively knowing she didn't want to mess up. Locking eyes with him once more as she opened her mouth to say something, then promptly shutting it as no words came.

"I'm sorry, that was really forward," the man found himself quickly backtracking the conversation but the question was already out in the ether. He saw it. Swirling in her eyes - contemplating it.

"No, don't apologize." Giving him a nervous smile in response. "I actually wouldn't be opposed."

I kind of hate this but we ball. first time doing something so messy so bear with me ugh

once again thank you @eggyrocks for your very correct thoughts on iwa's music taste, your playlist was the reason I attached this song to this moment

iwa knows every possible detail about the situation and still asked her. it's more of he thinks she's pretty and she needs a distraction than he wants to ruin this for suna

they are only getting a drink guys I swear, I know this is a suna fic

yachi pulled yn in the back room as soon as he left and whisper yelled that she heard everything and was fully freaking out

yn downplayed it hard

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[causenessus]

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part 0.05. intros.

NOW SEEING: PROFESSIONAL TEA GOSSIPERS

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extras <3

no long descriptions this time!! this'll be a shorter, big emphasis on blended (smau and lots of written parts) work, around 10 chapters <33

everyone in the professional tea gossipers works in a sort of advisor job. iwaizumi is an athletic trainer, akaashi and y/n are both counseling psychologists (basically what you think of when you think of when you think therapist, but the actual name for their job is counseling psychologist as opposed to a clinical psychologist), and kita is a case/social worker for a nearby high school

thank you to @/nectardaddy for being a big influence for literally all of kita <3 (sadly cannot tag u because of the tag limit </3) go check out 88 ford by them!! (this is a threat)

y/n made kita's twitter, including his bio which was lowkey a joke but he looked at it and took it seriously, thinking to himself "yeah. that's a good reminder." so he never changed it

iwaizumi loves his gc okay <3 and he felt a little bad for knocking over and killing sawtooth blade l and as an apology he paid for sawtooth blade ll </3

the best way i can describe iwaizumi and his personality is that he's like omi in this fic if he was capable of expressing his emotions in a healthy way. "healthy way" in question being iwa's tactic of sending passive aggressive texts towards his friends who are already used to it and know most of the time his jabs are light hearted (for them. for iwa, it's his way of getting his anger out a little at a time. sometimes he means it when he says "idgaf" but they don't know that) rather than just shoving it all down like omi is <3

y/n has a ton of plants in her office! she prizes herself on having a very cozy place with lots of greenery. she likes to claim that having so much life in a room helps boost her clients' moods. akaashi says it doesn't work that way but what does he know

akaashi and y/n both are independent psychologists, their work is a private practice instead of being under a company, and they work in different offices/buildings but the entire gc is rooming together in one apartment

y/n was close friends with omi up until around their first year in high school where she also got a little close to atsumu. but then she drifted from omi and didn't see or talk to atsumu either as a result

she thinks her and omi got distance because she was going through a lot during high school and he just didn't want to be around that

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thank you @wyrcan and @mollyrolls for tagging me I am so late!!!

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[19calicos]

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. let’s spread the self-love ♡

hi wyr & @mollyrolls !! you both sent me this so i’ll answer u both here :-) thank you for the ask btw !!!

so technically i dont have 5 fics out LFMAOO so i’ll plug everything i’ve published so far + my favorite ikwtl chapters!

when the sun sets, it rises again (osamu oneshot)

this is the most self indulgent thing i’ve ever published ….. i wrote this when i was barely starting to come out of a really bad headspace, and it ended up kind of helping me out of it more. i really love osamu and i’ve been wanting to write more for him but im glad i put him in this one :-) and i think that all of the things i’ve written, i genuinely don’t care how many notes this one gets LOL idk how to describe it but it’s just so close to my heart

street style (oikawa smau)

HELP im gonna have so much fun writing this ITS SO EASY TO BE FUNNY FOR THIS FIC 😭😭 oikawa fuckass bermuda shorts pic u do Not know how iconic u are to me !!!!! i think i’ll also post a style guide for this one since fashion is a part of it !

tea for two (kiyoko smau)

a fic that im very very excited to write ‼️ plus kiyoko deserves more love and the more i plan for this/look at my notes the more im like Wait….. Theres literally no way i actually considered a man for this fic 😭😭 im very excited to do my best in characterizing kiyoko and the support this fic has alr garnered just from the masterlist blows me away <33 i really love the image of crescent teahouse that im creating and how it and yn march to their own beat :-)

i know where to look (kuroo smau)

definitely my pride and joy and very self indulgent 🙂‍↕️ im proud of how far i went with it and i will be finishing it soon one way or another! it still blows my mind that this was my first fic and it kind of blew up very soon after i started publishing chapters. i appreciate all the love it’s received and i think about some of the tags in the reblogs very often, esp when all i want to do is abandon this blog 😭😭

ikwtl chapter 6: clocked and chapter 12: who wont slime

6 & 12 are the funniest chapters i’ve written out of the entire series 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i rmbr reading peoples’ reactions and laughing my ass off when i was writing the tweets 😭 like bokuto choking bc he was too drunk to remember to chew & noya selling slime to akaashi i rlly make myself laugh ! i am very glad my very dumb humor has also made other ppl laugh too !!

[dnfao3tags]

Is there any love triangle fic with dream, george and dream xd or clay-? I read something similar from wattpad where dream and clay are like twins and was hoping to find anything simillar...

uh maybe these fit? i dunno, i'm not super into lore so i haven't read any of these

dreamxd/dream/george love triangle (ish)

— Lotus-Eater by mollyroll, occultisaperta (expl. | comp. | 5k)

lo·tus eat·er (/ˈlōdəs ˌēdər/): a person who spends their time indulging in pleasure and luxury rather than dealing with practical concerns.

— Bruised Memories by little_dangerous_pie (mat. | comp. | 12k)

“A god? Why are you named DreamXD? That’s stupid, doesn’t sound like god’s name” “Wasn’t my choice” DreamXD shrugged and looked at the sunset. “Since I am Dream’s creation, he also chose my name.” “I don’t like it” George muttered, playing with the hem of his blue t-shirt. Because it’s too similar to Dream’s name. “Then y-you can call me Clay.”  Clay.

— who’s a heretic now? by GenOfEve (mat. | comp. | 709 words)

DreamXD tries his best. He gives him everything. He loves him. He cares for him. He provides for him. But he is not what the man wants.

— Numinous by gnftavi (expl. | comp. | 3k)

DreamXD shape-shifts into Dream to make George feel more… comforted.

[artificialqueens]

Flannel Shirt (Willaska) - Citrus

A/N: sorry for my absence in this community, i’m sure you can imagine why i was gone for a while. ah, well. time to get back on the horse. i wrote this smutty little drabble in just over an hour, while racing mollyroll for a higher word count. she also beta��d and i love her to the moon and back. xoxo citrus

When Alaska came strutting out of the bedroom, the air left Willam’s lungs.

Her hair was a mess, as it almost always was, but that wasn’t the thing that caught her girlfriend’s attention. Rather, it was the oversized flannel she was wearing as a dress. Tall as she was, the fabric barely reached her upper thigh, leaving her legs bare and making Willam’s head spin. The flannel was buttoned up halfway, one sleeve draped over her shoulder and exposing the love bites littering her neck and collarbone as she padded to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. Her tousled hair added to the “freshly fucked” look, but she didn’t seem to notice the effect her ensemble had on her partner.

Willam watched with hungry eyes as Alaska busied herself with the coffee machine, practically drooling when her girlfriend reached the top shelf to grab a mug and the flannel rode up her thighs. It was absolutely too early in the morning for her to be this horny, yet here she was, completely ignoring her laptop despite her full inbox.

She stood up and made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping to calm herself down a little; what was she, a fucking teenager? As she filled her glass, Alaska’s soft body pressed against her back, arms snaking around her waist as the scent of her shampoo flooded Willam’s senses.

“Morning, baby,” she said sweetly, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek. She smelled like toothpaste and last night’s perfume, and Willam was hyper-aware of every point of contact between their bodies. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” Willam answered, relieved that her voice hadn’t broken. The coffee machine beeped and Alaska pulled away to fill her mug, adding what Willam considered to be far too much creamer; her Laska liked it sweet. Taking a tentative sip, she sighed happily.

“Any plans for the day, Will?”

Bending you over the fucking countertop.

“Just finishing up some work,” Willam answered, taking a long sip of water. Her eyes flickered over Alaska’s thighs again, and her mind wandered. If she really wanted to, she could press Alaska against the counter and slide a leg between her thighs, grab her hips tight and kiss her until she let out the little whines that Willam loved so much. She could unbutton that stupid flannel until it fell open and left her girlfriend exposed and shivering, kiss down her perfect fucking body and leave even darker bruises until Alaska was squirming and begging to be touched. Her fingers could find their way between Alaska’s legs and-

“Baby?”

She snapped out of her trance at Alaska’s tone. Fuck, had she spaced out while Laska was trying to get her attention? Damn her libido to hell, and damn that stupid fucking flannel.

“Yeah?”

Alaska giggled at the expression on Willam’s face. “Do you want me to make you some coffee too? You seem a little out of it.”

Willam nodded, taking another sip of water. “Yeah, sure.” She didn’t need to give specifics; Alaska knew exactly how she liked her coffee. Alaska knew everything about her, really. “Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

Her girlfriend shot her a look, appearing to be biting back a smile, but the expression was quickly replaced by frustration as she dropped her stirring spoon and it clattered to the floor. She bent over to pick it up, granting Willam a perfect view of her sheer white panties and confirming that she was pantsless beneath the flannel. Willam gulped down the rest of her water, placing the glass haphazardly in the sink just before Alaska pressed a steaming mug of black coffee into her hands.

“One sugar,” she smiled sweetly, and Willam’s arousal was momentarily replaced by fondness for just how well her girlfriend knew her. Alaska’s lips brushed against hers, and Willam had to be very careful not to spill hot coffee over the both of them as her girlfriend’s tongue slipped into her mouth. She tasted like vanilla creamer, sweet and heady on Willam’s tongue as she gently pried the mug from her hands and set it on the countertop. Willam’s hands came to rest on Alaska’s hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush and she could feel Alaska’s heartbeat.

They remained like that for a few moments, kissing lazily as sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, until Alaska pulled away reluctantly. Willam had to swallow an embarrassing whine at the loss of her body heat, realizing just how turned on she was in that moment.

Alaska ran a hand through her hair, smoothing out the tangles, and Willam almost pounced on her. She grabbed her coffee mug, taking a sip of the bitter concoction in an attempt to clear her head. It was almost embarrassing how completely her thoughts were consumed by her girlfriend’s body, but could anyone really blame her? Alaska gave her another look, and this time it was more pointed, her tongue poking out from between her lips as she smirked. Had she finally figured out why Willam was so distracted?

She nudged the counter with her hip, sending the spoon clattering to the floor again, and this time Willam could tell that it was entirely on purpose, because she turned around completely in order to pick it up. She was slower this time too, bending over lazily and staying down while she fumbled to pick the utensil up. Willam had to steady herself against the counter as Alaska showed off for her, the contours of her outer lips fully visible against her paper-thin panties. Alaska stood up slowly, and Willam swore she saw her shake her ass a little as she did so, replacing the spoon on the countertop.

“Gravity is clearly working against me today,” she said with a little smile that told Willam she knew exactly what she was doing. “I hope you liked the view.”

“Loved it,” Willam croaked, watching her girlfriend’s smile widen. “You fucking tease.”

Alaska bit her lower lip, fingers toying with the top button of the flannel and slipping it out of its closure. Willam sipped her coffee, doing her best to remain nonchalant as Lasky undid the buttons one by one until the oversized shirt hung open on her tall frame. Willam swallowed thickly as Alaska’s slender fingers ran down her chest, pulling the flannel away on one side to expose one of her small, perky breasts and toy with her nipple with a soft whine of pleasure.

Willam had had enough; she crossed the kitchen in an instant to crash their mouths together, Alaska’s back hitting the wall as Willam pushed the flannel down her shoulders.

“You slut,” she growled, nipping at Alaska’s earlobe as her girlfriend gasped happily at the attention. “You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?”

Alaska shook her head, squealing when Willam smacked her thigh in response. “I wanted to be comfy! I expected you to like it, but not this much. I didn’t think you’d be so- ah- turned on.”

“Maybe you’re just dense, then,” Willam murmured. “You should know better than to waltz around half-naked, showing off your hickeys like it’s nothing.”

“Isn’t it?” Alaska challenged breathlessly, eyes dark with arousal. “I thought you liked seeing me marked up.”

Willam pushed a hand between her girlfriend’s legs, feeling the slickness of her panties and enjoying her little whines. “I do. I can’t believe you didn’t do this on purpose. You look like you’re begging to be fucked.”

Alaska mewled as Willam’s fingers teased her over her wet underwear, loving just how dominant her girlfriend had decided to be this morning. “Maybe it was a little more intentional than I said,” she confessed. “I wanted to see what you’d do if I acted like nothing was different.”

“I had half a mind to bend you over the kitchen counter before you could even make your coffee,” Willam answered before pulling away from her girlfriend’s body and grabbing her wrist. “Bedroom. Now.”

Alaska followed her obediently, letting Willam all but slam her down on the bed. The flannel fell open around her, and Willam finally got a good look at her girlfriend’s body as the sun coming through the curtains created streaks of light across her pale skin. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves in order to sit up and pull Willam in for a kiss, giggling when her girlfriend pushed her back against the mattress.

“I like you like this,” she said, gasping loudly when Willam’s lips wrapped around her nipple. Willam definitely had a head start on horniness, but Alaska could feel herself getting wetter as her girlfriend lavished attention on her chest. She couldn’t help being needy, she just loved being treated like a princess, and Willam always delivered.

Willam pulled away from Alaska’s petite breast with a soft pop, and Alaska spread her legs to give her girlfriend a perfect view. She was so wet that her lacy panties had become almost completely sheer, showing off her soaking pussy and making hot arousal curl in Willam’s core.

“You’re so fucking wet,” she purred, sliding a finger against Alaska’s barely-covered clit and hearing her gasp with delight. “Soaked right through these pretty panties. I should just take ‘em off.”

Alaska nodded eagerly, letting Willam hook her fingers in the waistband and pull them downward. The soaked fabric clung to her folds, providing a sweet moment of pleasure when they disconnected and left Alaska’s heated pussy exposed to the cool air. Willam threw the damp underwear to the floor, pushing Alaska’s thighs apart to admire her.

“Look at you, baby, you’re dripping. Is this all for me?”

“Always,” Alaska moaned. Willam blew on her pussy, the cold air against her slick flesh making her shiver all over. She needed more from Willam, but Willam didn’t seem like she was in the mood to give her what she wanted.

“Let me guess, Lasky, you want me to eat you out? Make these pretty thighs tremble?”

Alaska nodded desperately, back arching as Willam’s fingertip teased the tip of her clit so gently that it was barely there at all. It was so intense yet simultaneously not enough, and she gripped the sheets tightly as Willam bent down to lick the swollen bud. Her tongue dipped lower to collect the juices pooling at Alaska’s entrance, and the taller woman could’ve cried as her girlfriend’s hot, wet tongue explored her aching pussy. She needed more, more, more, and Willam was far too much of a tease to give it to her, so she was forced to gasp and whine in masochistic ecstasy as her girlfriend edged her.

“I need more,” Alaska whined, frustrated that her girlfriend wouldn’t let her come. “Please, Will.”

“Mm, this is your punishment for being a tease,” Willam grinned, but she indulged Alaska by sliding a finger into her wet heat, producing a gasp from the younger woman.

“I didn’t do it to tease you,” Alaska protested, squirming as Willam’s thumb found her clit. “I just thought it would be cute. I didn’t know you’d be so into it!”

Willam chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. “I don’t know why it struck me as so sexy, but it did. It’s just so different from what you normally lounge around in.”

“You mean nothing?” Alaska giggled breathlessly. The two of them were openly proud of their bodies, and both were known to hang around the house naked at one time or another, which was probably why Willam was so attracted to Alaska treading the line between wearing regular clothes and being completely nude.

“You look sexy in nothing. But you look even sexier when you’re picking and choosing what to show.”

Alaska’s back arched as Willam slipped another finger inside her. “I’ll keep that in mind. Ugh, harder.”

Willam laughed and picked up the pace, driving Alaska to the edge and attacking her neck with fierce kisses as she fell over into the abyss. The bruises on her neck were tender and she gasped weakly as Willam sucked at them, making them darker and angrier. She was utterly and completely hers.

As she came down, she rolled over into Willam’s arms, holding her girlfriend close.

“I love you,” she said with a smile, erupting into full-blown giggles when her hair tickled Willam’s nose and she scrunched up her face. “I’ll have to wear that shirt more often.”

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part 0.05. intros.

NOW SEEING: FOUR PEAS IN TWO PODS IN ONE BIG POD

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extras <3

hinata and bokuto named the gc! they're like two peas in a pod. super close and an absolute bundle of joy. they do NOT need a therapist because they have each other (NOT to say those kind of people can't have/need a therapist but these two are cruising. they are happy and they love their lives and friends <3) and atsumu often joins their antics but is also always looking out for omi (the other 2 peas in another pod LMAO). them being msby4 is the "one big pod"

although hinata and bokuto don't need a therapist they DO see iwaizumi (27, athletic trainer, beautiful man) religiously just to bother him. they will barge into his office and lay on the floor and kick their feet and tell him about how good his exercise plans are while he's trying his best to work on his computer

their group pretty much follows what's canon! they all play for msby <3 if i had to note any deviations, i'd juat say say that omi's having a little trouble mental health wise xxx

not sure if they're exactly canon in terms of age :)) but also i can't math for the life of me and i don't think their ages really matters for this fic LMAO they're all above 21 though

atsumu also sees y/n for therapy around every other week. it mainly has to do with stress that's built up over time for him; feeling so much pressure as the setter of his team

he loves what he does, but being such a well known volleyball player since high school and having such high expectations as surrounding him all the time was taking a toll on him and he felt like he needed some extra support :)

and he likes talking to y/n <3 he was good friends with her and omi in high school before the two got distant. atsumu stayed close friends with omi but he sort of lost contact with y/n

omi's not sure why him and y/n drifted apart. he was too scared to bring it up or say anything and just let it happened

y/n was definitely someone in his life that calmed him. ever since they split up, he's been a bit more antsy than usual because he's never been able to click with someone like he did with her again. atsumu's noticed this and isn't sure why they drifted apart but he's determined to have then meet again because he knows omi still thinks about her :)

omi's name for atsumu is just "ugh" bc it's how he feels everytime he gets a notification from him <3 they love each other don't let omi's attitude fool u he's just grumpy

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'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

chapter seven | stupid

masterlist

no smau parts in this one, she's long

track seven . . . tourniquet

cw/notes: hurt/comfort (it's zach bryan's fault blame him), shit gets real country too oof, excuse me while I write a self indulgent blurb of how a father should be :'), nostalgic feelings, I proofread to the best of my ability

a very, very, very special shout out: thank you @mollyrolls @causenessus @froyaoya for listening to me talk about this WAY too much and letting me bother tf out of you guys over it. not to get sappy on main but genuinely thank you for all the comments, tags, and loving it as much as I do!!! I am forever in your favor for this

"Because you're important to me." "You're just saying that, Shinsuke. There's nothing important about me at all." "Everything about you is important to me."

Three days ago - without a word since.

The woman sighed as she looked in the mirror, smudged with finger prints and specks of dust. Taking in her reflection with blurry eyes; the image of a woman with black and blue staining her right eye staring back at her. Swelling gone down from a bag of frozen peas, god forbid they had a real ice pack, still left on the kitchen table and forgotten about entirely.

It was stupid. A worker started something, she finished it. They swung first, though being thoroughly provoked, and she ended it. Winding herself up so tight from the conversation days prior, she found herself more standoffish than normal. Constantly thinking about it, never a waking moment without the words "you're important to me" haunting her. Racking her brain so much as to why he stopped talking to her since, her head hurt from the thoughts that pounded her skull.

So, it truly wasn't her fault the skin of her knuckles were bruised and busted, and her eye tender and discolored. It was his - goddamn Kita Shinsuke. At least that's what she told herself, shifting blame because it felt better. Because it ate her alive every glance he still gave her, despite his lack of words; always locking eyes for a fraction a second before he broke it with a nervous air about him.

Anger was easier to swallow than dejection. It was hot and fluid, boiling through shallow veins easily and bubbling over; while sadness was the lack there of, uncomfortable, and made her stomach turn. She'd rather feel the singe of rage than the emptiness of sorrow.

A door slam caught her attention, gaze snapping towards the sound; thoughts ceased as she watched the figure of her father near the bathroom door. Propping herself up by her hands on the sink, she closed her eyes and sighed once more; expecting the inevitable scolding.

"Did they deserve it?" An unexpected question that made her reopen her eyes, seeing him in the doorway with a ghost of a frown.

"Yeah."

"Did you win?"

"Of course I did."

There was a pause. A length that lingered a bit too long, hearing the sink faucet drip water into the old porcelain, until he let out a sigh. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his work jacket, he turned. Stepping away from the bathroom door and into the small hallway; she followed.

"You gonna' tell me what's going on? Or are you gonna' keep skulking around here with a stick up your ass?"

"Rude," rolling her eyes at his words. "Nothing's goin' on." She crossed her arms over her chest, as if to guard herself, to keep the thoughts that wanted to flow out of her locked deep within. Unfortunately for her, he saw right through it. A bad habit of picking up more twang in her words when she lied, always becoming defensive to the point her accent was the focal point of discussion.

"You never were a good liar," he nearly chuckled at the woman in front of him. "You sound like a hick." He added, "so are you gonna' fess up? Or keep pickin' fights with workers?"

"They had it coming." A snarkiness shining through as she huffed out a breath; moving past him in the hallway as to further herself from the conversation. "And pickin' fights sounds pretty fun to me, honestly."

"Yeah? Well it ain't fun seeing my daughter with a black eye." His comment made her falter, stopping mid step just before the quant living area. Another sigh left her lips. It wasn't as if she didn't want to tell her father, it was bringing up the sickly feelings that came along with it. Admitting that it hurt, caused an emptiness, and made her ill to think about it.

"It's stupid."

"It ain't stupid if it has you out here raising hell."

Another pause, and feeling her father's worry made her want to wretch. To heave and slink right back into her skin; feeling all the more worse that she caused him panic in the slightest. She turned back to look at him a moment - she frowned, crumbling right there on the spot. Maybe it was her father's eyes swimming with concern, or maybe she just couldn't keep it in anymore. Which ever it was, she felt her heart fall to the pits of her stomach and she swallowed hard to fight the lump in her throat.

"Shinsuke said I was important to him and now he won't talk to me anymore, dad," voice cracking as she took a step towards him. She watched as his features fell through blurry eyes, and for a moment she believed she said the wrong thing. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she stood in front of him; he sighed.

"C'mere," holding out his arms to which she wholeheartedly obliged. Hugging him like her life depended on it - crying. Haven't shed a single tear in years, refusing to feel such hollow and empty emotions, it poured out of her. Shaking, clinging to her father, as she finally let her emotions swallow her completely.

"I'm in love with him. And I feel so fucking stupid because he doesn't even love me back; he won't even speak to me."

"I remember when he first got here," conflicting the tone of the conversation all together. "I never in my life thought you'd fall for someone so quiet." A seemingly random thought, but he continued all the same. "But then I saw how he looked at you and I realized why you liked him so much."

"What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"Maybe you don't see it, through that black eye and angst you have goin' on, but that boy is in love with you."

"He's not in love with me."

He pulled away from the woman slowly, looking in her eyes with a care that was meant for only her, but a seriousness that was as deadly as a heart attack. Holding her gently by her shoulders, he gave her a sad smile. "I don't like arguin' with you, you give me hell for it every time. But you're wrong."

She stood there a moment, looking at her father through foggy eyes. Features wet and tear stained, a numbing pain singing the right side of her face; irritating her bruised eye further. "Well, if you're so smart, why isn't he talkin' to me?"

He saw the puzzled expression on her face and couldn't help but laugh. "Because men are stupid." A statement he told her often, one she always laughed about, but held onto like a lifeline now. After every fight, every argument, and every failed past relationship; always telling her 'men are stupid. Don't let their stupidity stop you from doing shit.'

"So what should I do about it?" Breath stopped in her throat at the thought of the man actually being in love with her. A sickly sensation swirling in her stomach that didn't feel like the cliché butterflies, it felt like spiders. The feeling slowly caught up to her as her tears leisurely stopped. Eating away at her until she caught herself being frustrated all over again.

"Don't let it stop you from doing shit," he chuckled. "Tell him to stop being stupid."

taglist under cut

@wyrcan @chizunata @seroh @chemiru @froyaoya

@h3xi2g0n3 @localgaytrainwreck @mollyrolls @causenessus @diorzs

@rory-cakes @phoenix-eclipses @pattys-got-cakes @girlkissersco

@jaynawayna @aliensstolemyheart @le000xxgrd @cherrypieyourface @miliondollagirl

[honeekyuu]

squeeze. [sakusa kiyoomi x reader] brews abridged intros.

aone's body count

masterlist.

[playlist]. brews abridged || vibes

a/n. i come here today to convince molly that aone is a pleasant lovely wonderful glorious perfect beautiful incredible precious lovable-[GUNSHOTS]

warnings: platonic soulmates hinatayn

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

✗ !!! ignore timestamps !!! ✗

brews abridged is a 3-in-1 coffee shop-bookstore-wine bar (ive been to one of these before, theyre kinda crazy). theyve been in business for five years

hinata always wanted to run a bookstore and yachi always wanted to run a cafe, and yn said why the fuck not both??? and aone just nodded and joined in for the vibes

none of them know a single fucking thing about wine or running a wine bar, but it is somehow their most popular feature

they leave aone in charge of it and he just pours a glass of the nearest thing when customers approach the bar. people dont ask him for recommendations because it is so painfully clear he wont answer. it works for some reason, the masses love him.

otherwise, aone can most often be found lingering in hinata's general vicinity and pointing aggressively at shelves when people ask him for book recs

hinata's favorite pastime is starting arguments with aone because it is literally just him getting riled up and aone staring down at him and making faces

yachi is their token flower pretty baby girl -- she just smiles and speaks in butterflies and rainbows and every regular is in love with her

she upcharges them for their lattes when theyre not looking. she's never been caught

she is also responsible for aone's twt header. he had no opinions on the matter

the brews abridged crew are also roommates

they have a running tally called “days since aone’s spoken” hanging in the kitchen, because he texts in exclusively emojis 90% of the time

yn and hinata are childhood best friends, and they met yachi in high school. yn met aone in a bookstore and realized over the course of a few weeks that they were both regulars. she decided he was the most precious man to ever walk the earth and promptly adopted him. to this day, he has no idea what the hell that was about

aone’s music taste is JUST the brews abridged playlist. He only listens to the brews abridged playlist. this is why he doesnt have a spotify profile lol -- he doesnt add to their collaborative shop playlist at ALL, he just consumes and bops his little head

yn has a spine tattoo of a snake, and only her roommates know this. hinata has the same tattoo on his sternum.

hinatayn are platonic soulmates, they share a single brain cell and often make freaky telepathic eye contact across rooms

they flipped a coin for who had to get the sternum tattoo because it’s simply that painful and neither of them wanted it but they had already committed to the soulmate tattoos

let’s not talk ab the fact that they flipped a fucking coin to decide tattoo placements

hinata named their group chat. aone doesnt understand. he's never slept with any of them? why are they his body count?

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@mollyrolls @nectardaddy @onlytendoguesses @scinclaitnoir @marsoverthestars

@bookskeepers @choerry-picking @siheez @introvertsince2003 @eggyrocks

@atrashsith @beckixwsm @kakeru-eem @atsumusc0ck @seroh

@reignsaway @a-little-pebbl @bakingcuriosity @dondoncool @corvid007

@asthmaticcchoeee @liliumaraneae @savemebrazilhinata @whydoyoucare866 

she put my hand up on her throat and told me // squeeze that shiiii-

squeeze [ghostemane].

[nectardaddy]

notebook paper | hinata shoyo

chapter thirteen | you look nice

masterlist

ignore timestamps

everyone say thank you suga for your wonderful advice king

yn couldn't keep her eyes off the tv in the coffee shop watching that match

she wrote out 'you looked hot as hell in your uniform' and then deleted it

hinata SCREAMED

proceeded to tell himself not to send her messages in all caps because what if that scared her off again

yn WILL be having the best sleep of her life now

hinata stopped texting the gc and just started busting in their rooms YELLING about what just happened

taglist under cut (you guys make me wanna cry omfg it's gotten so long)

@muyyie @wyrcan @eggyrocks @eclecticeggknightpsychic @nbcvs

@marzzn @naweirdo @yukii-1 @girlkissersco @yuminako @kunimix

@empress-pug-pug @cherrypieyourface @lvtilzs @punkhazardlaw @localgaytrainwreck

@crownj1min @sereniteav @madiexuberant @st4rdusttx @chizunata

@le000xxgrd @iheartpinky @muskratlove @mollyrolls @cryptictheseus

@theycallmenanamisgirl @jaeminsbuckethat @deluluforcarlos55

[nectardaddy]

HOLY SMOKES !

🛠 imma never get involved in all that petty shit // don't fuck around // tryna be the best but I guess I'm like the rest my soul go south // triple six can't fuck with this // wanna bark like a dog get bit by the hound

                      holy smokes, sxmpra 

                              CHECK ENGINE LIGHT ON ? 

                                                                          NO PROBLEM !

pairing : mechanic! t. kuroo + f! reader 

content/CWs : mini hybrid series, connected with full throttle, glimpses into other works from mutuals <3, language, illegal activities

status : inconsistent uploads 

taglist : open, send an ask! 

                             THAT'S AN EASY FIX !

                                                                . . . I THINK ?

introductions : fast and furriest 🛠 we listen we don't judge 

one : coming soon 

taglist

@causenessus @softpia @renardiererin @kodzu-ken @phoenix-eclipses

@wyrcan @honeekyuu @wakashudou @wolffmaiden @eggyrocks 

@yogurtkags @bakery-anon @totallytatum @mollyrolls @standcom 

@jadeoru @hyunteru @kameyyy @nekozaki @sandwhitches 

@angelichwv @a-girl-cant-decide-on-a-name @crypt-0rchid

[artificialqueens]

Perfect Places... a simple song turn to a symphony (Ninex) - Saiphl

Hello again here I go again with a new project, this time is a little present for @fandomfeministe shaped as a tribute to her Miz Crooke universe, thanks for all the hours and the inspiration for this spin off.

I also want to thank mollyroll from the discord sever, @mistressaq, @pink-grapefruit-cafe and @artificialmeggie for all the support, the love and the incredible work you all did betaing this first chapter, you all are the true best.

Hope you all enjoy the ride and let me know what you think.

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PERFECT PLACES... A SIMPLE SONG TURNED TO A SYMPHONY.

Adagio. The Sun and the Moon.

Meaning a slow tempo or slow speed.

Nina and Monet have known each other for a long time, longer than their seasons on Drag Race. Longer than the comings and goings of their friends and drag families. Longer than the spaced beats of their own lives  They’ve shared gigs, drinks, and more than one party night crashing on each other’s couches when the tips were bad, and the budget was low.

They were drag queens, they knew what meant to depend on a boy job to actually pay the bills and support the expenses of pursuing their art. The good part of being starving artists was that you’ll find solidarity and support wherever you go. You’ll make a friend out of shared cheap takeouts and beers in a dressing room. The bad part was when they had to say goodbye until the next time they coincided.

Monet couldn’t really recall the time he and Nina became friends, but he liked to think it was somewhere between one time they shared a futon at some queen’s place and the last time they went together on Columbus Pride. Thing was, the day he received the call for Drag Race, he didn’t even realize what he was doing until the voice on the other side of the phone belonged to a groggy Nina instead of the bubbling impatience of Bob’s.

Nina wasn’t much of a seamstress, but he always gave good advice to his friend for some of the outfits. He knew exactly what to say when the stress of almost being there was taking the best out of Monet. The last thing before Monet’s phone went silent for more than one month and a half was a reassuring voice message where Nina wished him good luck.

Time passed by and out of one of those very rare moments in life, they found each other in a city that wasn’t even Columbus or New York. They spent the whole evening catching up. Relentlessly talking about everything and nothing at the same time, sharing a small tray of fries and most of all laughing. Something easy and domestic about being around each other, as if it hasn’t been months since the last time they spoke.

Monet had a very particular way to define his friends.  There was of course Bob, the big goof with a loud mouth, a smart mind and a huge heart; his momster. Then came Cracker the quiet Jew that sparked his curiosity since the very first time they met, unable to understand how such a creative person could get that dark in the bat of a lash; his little sister. Dusty was totally different story, he was a boy that wore the fragility of his spirit on his sleeve, he usually said they were sisters, but he saw him more as a daughter.

In a whole different corner, there was Nina, who gave him the space and clarity he needed to ease the noise in his own mind. He was Monet’s White Room, the place he felt safest.

Nina, as the natural caretaker he was, was always surrounded by people. Some of them, his protégées, some of them friends for that part of the road, a few others the friends of a lifetime. Nina loved, but mostly respected Virginia, his drag mother, the one who showed the way and put him on it. Then all the other Wests, including his sisters and daughters, those who proved to have a heart as big as Nina’s and a love for the people that granted them a place. Following closer was Brooke Lynn, the giant Canadian queen who came to America looking for a dream and stumbled his way to it; there was a time when Nina was a little infatuated with the tall queen, but with time, that infatuation became an honest friendship.

On the same level, but in a different place, was Monet, the honest, chill and silly queen that never hesitated to share anything in front of him, the one that usually found a way to bring him back to earth when his mind went out of control.

The following year, Monet took Nina’s call, he was in tears, babbling nonsense about drag, three weeks and having nothing to wear. He was going to the race. They spent a good total of three and a half hours on the phone, finally cutting the call because Virginia was about to take down his door by the lack of response. Three weeks later, Monet left two voice messages, one wishing Nina good luck… the other, the one that never made it to its destination, saying “Go Big, Go West.”

They don’t speak much in the following months, the rush, the exhaustion and the elimination that tasted more as an excuse than really a reason to end his path, make Nina seclude a bit on himself. Going back to his usual life, the performances in Columbus, the new causes to fight, the people needing him were the best coping method to get back to his feet. He’s invited to host a fundraising event in New York, and without hesitation he accepts.

Monet is bored when his phone buzzes; he doesn’t really want to answer, until the name on the screen makes him react with a jolt.

They finally meet in the baggage claim area of JFK, Nina drops his bags and Monet hugs him, nothing needs to be said, just being close was enough. One of those that say “I’m happy to see you,” “I’ve missed you,” “I survived,” “I’m proud of you” in the few seconds that it lasts.

It starts really casual, some small talk, random comments about the stress of the race. Nothing that can really interfere with the signed NDA. They haven’t seen each other in a long time and all they want is to have a good time and relax. They’re sharing a tray of chicken nuggets when Monet receives the call, the one that puts him in All Stars. He says yes and then collapses on Nina’s shoulder, the anticipation and the rush taking the best of him.

Nina clears his schedule to stay with him, to help him get back on his feet and to build at least, Monet’s entrance outfit. They spend Three days together, relentlessly theorizing about everything and nothing. Playing names, challenges and even plot twists that are as ridiculous as being awake at 4 a.m., discussing why he shouldn’t wear sponges… ever again. They’re falling asleep over a table full of fabrics and sequins when first considers asking Nina to be his emergency contact.

The next months go by in a blur. All Stars 4 airs and with an unfortunate turn of events, the front runner gets eliminated. In another unexpected plot twist, the first ever tie for the title happens, giving both Trinity and Monet a crown. Nina would never admit how proud he felt when he saw Monet prancing with that crown. Monet would never accept that he forced himself to answer Bob’s call and Cracker’s toast instead of calling Nina.

Nina calls Monet the next day, after noon, apologizing in case he interrupted his sleep. Monet would never tell he was more than happy to hear him. Monet would also never tell anyone how his stomach clenched and his heart stuttered when Nina said “I knew you could do it.” They try to find a space to meet and catch up, to celebrate his victory, but Nina is already busy with the upcoming Season 11 promotion. They text and FaceTime when they feel like it, sometimes for silly things. Sometimes because Nina is spiraling down with anxiety and only Monet knows how to bring him back to earth.

It’s the middle of April when their schedules coincide again at an event somewhere in Boston. Nina is performing and Monet goes to the show, finding the surprise endearing. They leave the venue together, going to a 24-hour diner. They laugh, they cry, they start talking again and then share a tray of cheap fries and grilled cheese. When the food is gone and time has passed, they walk together, pulling Nina’s carry on and still talking. When they finally stop in front of the hotel doors, it's the first time they fall silent that night. Nina smiles, and Monet looks at him like he hung the moon in the sky and single-handedly placed each star in its place.

That’s the first time it happens.

Nina wants to hug him, just for the sake of making sure that night was real.

Monet gets closer, the contact with Nina's body fills him with relief.

Nina wants to thank him for everything, but something’s changed, and he can feel it, he can feel him breathing.

Monet leans to kiss him, as if it is the most natural thing, as if they have done that a million times.

The first kiss is brief, soft, barely a tender brush of their lips.

Nina breaks the contact and they awkwardly look at each other, then avert their gazes.

Monet says good night, he’s trying to turn around to leave, but now is Nina who kisses him.

This time the kiss lasts longer, is equally tender, and most of all magical.

That’s a night of firsts, their first kiss, their first time holding hands. The first time Nina went back to his room with a friend instead of trade. The first time Monet felt his heart skip a beat when the lift dinged on the right floor. The first time they feel brave enough to make a move, but too shy to be the first to look at the other when they get naked.

The sounds of the city and the sunlight wake them up. Their tangled bodies one of the most inspiring things Nina have ever seen. Groggy and husky morning voices the sound that Monet would always cherish. They’re sore, tired, sated, and still too confused to define what they feel when they step out of the bed.

Once again time plays against them, and Nina has to rush to the airport. He barely has time to catch his flight to Columbus. Monet wants to talk to him about that night. His curiosity piquing  and the itch to keep touching Nina digging deep into his mind. When their Uber reaches the airport, Nina looks Monet in the eye. He wishes he could say something… anything. Monet cradles his cheek, already feeling longing in the way he leans into his hand They share one final kiss. It’s neither sweet nor bitter; it tastes a bit like regret, and a lot like longing.

Nina boards his flight, with the taste of Monet’s lips lingering on his mouth.

Monet watches him go, with the feeling of a hole growing in his chest.

May comes to an end, so does season eleven. They all are gathered in the dressing rooms of the theater in downtown. It’s been a month and a half since the last time they spoke. Nina knows deep inside he misses Monet, but wouldn’t know where to start if he sees him face to face. Monet knows they’ll meet at one point, knows for a fact that he will talk to him… in front of at least four cameras and hundreds of people watching them.

Nina is cooling his face with a fan, the infamous heat of the City of Angels antagonizing with his freshly made face. He’s moving behind Vanjie while he films “Can I Assssssk You a Question?”, going back and forth in only his tights, pads and breast contour. Vanjie moves away from Brooke Lynn, and Nina stays behind with his friend. He knows they’re not alright, he knows Brooke probably will never be alright again. They whisper brief words, coded just for them to understand. That’s the moment when Aquaria and Monet arrive.

Monet’s loud and infectious laugh fills the place, sending shivers down Nina’s spine. Aquaria keeps talking, missing the moment when their eyes met. Nina smiles nervously, Monet looks at him as if he was trying to memorize his face. They could swear it lasted hours, especially when Nina got lost on Monet’s plump lips; but it wasn’t more than an instant that’s gone once they avert their gazes once more.

The New York girls gather together, and it’s like a party. Nina looks at Monet from her mirror, no one would blame him for looking at a reflection in the mirror. Monet laughs again, pulling Shuga into a hug, then looks straight to the mirror, the same mirror where Nina is looking at him. They lock gazes, the laugh filling the place leaves his eyes, a shadow of doubt clouding Monet’s eyes. Nina nods almost imperceptibly and Monet gravitates towards him. They greet, they banter… they stay too long and yet so short in a hug that says just a tiny part of what they need to say.  

Nina gets dressed.

Monet starts doing his face.

Nina smiles shyly when Monet looks at his cleavage.

Monet hides his blush with contour and foundation when Nina winks at him.

They don’t talk more, at least not about what have happened before.

Brooke Lynn notices his friend’s expression, poking once, twice, thrice. Nina doesn’t give an inch and they have to officially arrive to the theater’s pink carpet. Nina would never say how grateful he was for the PA calling for him.

Aquaria notices Monet looking through the mirror when their season eleven sisters leave. Monet would say that Brooke Lynn’s ass looked perfect in that white gown, and Aquaria would buy the lie just to make his friend feel nothing had changed. Monet would never admit that Nina’s printed see through ass just made him thirsty for the real one hidden under the fabric and padding.

When RuPaul announces Monet and her task of revealing who was the new Miss Congeniality, Nina’s hands started sweating. He also could feel his heart skip a beat when that stunning man appeared on the stage, wearing nothing but a pussycat black wig, and that gown that fitted him like a glove. The experience of hearing his name falling so effortless from his painted lips was surreal to a point he never expected.

They hug, and it’s brief. A hug that tastes like nervousness, longing, and being unable to move. Monet hands him the golden RuPaul; Nina takes it still wondering if this isn’t a joke. The warmth in his hazel eyes says it isn’t. Monet wishes the moment could last longer, he wishes for it to be just them and kiss all the hesitations away from him.

Two weeks later, destiny puts them together once more. The crowning party, the rush of Yvie winning, the magic of one night in San Francisco.

Nina is having a drink at the bar.

Monet spots him like a target.

Nina feels that well known electricity running on his body.

Monet smiles like a predator finding his prey.

They finally look at each other, and for the first time in forever, no one is looking at them, no one is pulling them apart.

Monet leans to his ear, whispering sweet nonsense.

Nina blushes  feeling as alive as a teenager.

Monet reaches for his hand to kiss it.

Nina just pulls him away from the party.

They barely make it to Monet’s hotel room.

Early in the morning, they wake up absolutely conscious of being together. Nina smiles to him, tracing lines over the dark skin with a finger. Monet closes his eyes, feeling inebriated with the sensation. They both needed that, the little moment of reassurance, and the realisation that no matter what had happened in Boston, or just the night before, they will be fine. They don’t feel the need to talk, as they get dressed and go somewhere close to find some breakfast.

Nina leaves San Francisco two days later, when his contract requires for him to be in LA for the last rehearsals of the tour. There are no promises, no longing or regret, just two friends saying goodbye and see you soon.

Monet stays there until Nina goes through security check. They keep waving at each other like excited kids on Christmas morning; they wave until Monet can’t see Nina anymore. That’s the moment when Monet understands he is in love… with Nina.

[artificialqueens]

😭😭😭、Mollyroll please make a sequel to Thirst, omg it’s so great!!!! Thanks so much for writing it, wowowow you’re great. I’d love an alternate universe vampire/vampire hunter Sharon/Alaska situation wow. Incredible, thank you. You’re the best 💕💕💕

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[mollyrolls]

fun molly fact when im overwhelemed i get violent nosebleeds

honee j opened a fic and i swear to god the second i read the title it started bleeding

my sink looks like i just KOed