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ciao sai, how are you
haii gabs!! i’m goodd, tryna be more active wbuuu
hiii I was wondering if you could possibly do a part 2 to pokimanes live stream
INTO HER HEART pt.2
pairing: megan skiendiel x masc!reader
synopsis: you ask megan to model for your clothing brand, and you decide to take every advantage possible.
contains: megan and r need that cookie real bad (again), everyone being supportive as always, they're so sillykinss, i love them
a/n: if you guys have any requests, please send them!!
part one
megan wasn’t sure what she was going to wake up to this morning, but it certainly wasn’t this.
as part of her morning routine megan checked her phone to see if anything had happened overnight. and boy did something happen.
she barely had time to put her password in when she saw that she received a message from you. the message was sent a little over an hour ago, and megan cursed herself for not waking up sooner.
nevertheless, she quickly pulled up the text.
cutie 🫶
good morning :) hope you’re not too tired from carrying the stream yesterday
megan reread the message multiple times before huffing out a small laugh.
megan
carrying???? idk about all that i was literally fighting for my life when i sat on ur lap 👀
the typing bubble appeared almost immediately. good to know she wasn’t the only one down bad.
cutie 🫶
i noticed 😭😭
megan’s cheeks instantly warmed. she was going to respond when another text came through.
cutie 🫶
i have something to ask u tho
megan sat up properly, sensing the shift in tone.
megan
suree what’s up?
cutie 🫶
would you be interested in modeling for my next drop?
megan dropped her phone. she wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her.
after her 5-minute mild short circuit, megan’s fingers tumbled over the keyboard.
megan
are you serious???
cutie 🫶
oh very serious i designed some pieces with you in mind
okay maybe you shouldn’t have said that last part.
megan froze again for what seemed like the umpteenth time. cause what do you mean by "her in mind"?
before megan could stop herself—
megan
yes yes absolutely i would love to i probably would’ve said yes before you finished typing
another bubble appeared.
cutie 🫶
perfect ☺️ i’ll send the details later
megan
also… does this technically count as seeing you before our date?
cutie 🫶
maybe.
“lara!”
a loud crash echoed throughout the apartment before megan emerged from her bedroom.
“what??” lara yelled back.
“i think i’m gonna be modeling,” megan rushed out, excited at the possibility of working with her crush.
“what do you mean you think?” lara questioned, confused.
megan shoved her phone right in lara’s face. “dude just look!”
lara read the messages, scrolling up, then scrolling back down before facing megan with a shit-eating grin.
“you got that cookie on lock i see you,” lara dragged out. “you’re never beating the down bad allegations.”
“please be serious,” megan begged.
lara laughed at the obvious distress that megan was in. “i am being serious!”
taking megan’s phone with her, lara made her way to the kitchen where everyone else was.
“y’all megan booked!” she yelled.
everyone looked at her in confusion. “booked for what?” sophia asked. lara just handed her the phone to look for herself. all the while megan wanted the floor to swallow her up from embarrassment.
the floor being you. okay no, stop.
“oh girl, you’re in deep bad,” manon teased. the others agreed, but that didn’t stop them from being supportive. they knew how big of a deal this was for her.
a few days had gone by, and megan was pretty much shitting herself. she adjusted the sleeve of her oversized zip-up way too many times as she stood outside the studio.
she’s never like this usually. she’s never been nervous for photoshoots, but knowing that this was for you made the pressure double.
she released a deep breath before walking inside. she didn’t know what to expect, but the interior was very you. it had a minimalistic touch to it, but it still looked amazing.
there were clothing racks on one side and camera equipment on the other. a few people walked by, carrying the light stands and garment bags.
“hey you made it. i was scared you bailed at the last second.”
at the sound of your voice, megan turned around to face you.
there you were.
your outfit was simple. a faded oversized graphic tee with some baggy jeans and your glasses resting on the top of your head.
megan was silently thanking your parents for creating you.
“you look amazing,” megan fumbled out, completely ignoring what you said beforehand.
you smiled. “so do you.”
it was silent between them for a few seconds before they both laughed. “sorry that was so awkward,” megan said.
and just like that megan’s nervousness faded.
you had given megan a small tour of the first floor of your studio and introduced her to some of your staff before the shoot started.
the plan was that you and megan would take solo shots of the different clothes you were dropping.
megan opted to go second. the stylist had fixed her into a jacket while the makeup artist added small touches.
she went through so many clothes, poses, and backgrounds, but the one thing that stuck out to her was the number of times you would wander over.
you would fix megan’s collar, or it would be how her jeans layered on her shoes. honestly you were finding anything to fix just to be next to megan.
it was safe to say the photographer noticed the tension, so they decided to try something at the end of the shoot.
“yn.”
you looked up. the photographer motioned for you to stand next to megan.
“what do you want us to do?” you asked.
“just..” he paused. “look at each other.”
it was quiet for a second. both of you were processing what he said.
megan looked at you, and you looked back. neither of you could contain the laughter.
click. click.
the photos looked authentic with them just being themselves. the photographer took a few more pictures once you and megan were in a different pose before calling it a wrap.
as the staff began packing away the equipment, megan felt someone bump her shoulder. she instantly smiled when she realized it was you.
“so…” you started, nervously fidgeting with your hands.
“i promised you a date.”
“you certainly did,” megan replied with a small smile, already having a feeling of what was about to happen next.
“are you free right now?” you scratched the back of your neck.
she grinned.
“i think my schedule is pretty empty right now.”
you originally planned to take megan to a fancy restaurant, but that only lasted all of ten minutes.
“this place is…definitely something,” megan whispered after scanning the menu. you couldn’t help but laugh. “$32 for some fries is just insane.”
[15 minutes later]
you and megan were sitting on the hood of your car in a dead parking lot, sharing burgers and milkshakes from a family-owned diner.
you weren’t sure if it was sharing, considering that megan ate more of your meal than you.
“this is ten times better,” megan said before stealing (another) one of your fries.
“you know if you move your hand slightly to the left you’ll actually grab some of your fries,” you playfully teased.
megan gasped before shoving you slightly. “you ass!”
“sorry, i’m sorry!” you yelled.
as a peace offering, you gave her two of your fries.
after all the food was done, you both lay on the hood and gazed at the stars. “thank you for this,” megan whispered, breaking the silence.
“you won’t be ready for my next date idea.”
“oh really? i think i want those $32 fries.”
“ha-ha,” you laughed sarcastically before turning your head to face megan. she eventually turned her head once she felt your gaze on her.
“can i kiss you?” you asked, nervousness creeping up again. megan didn’t have to say anything else. her hand grabbed your cheek before attaching her lips to yours.
you held the back of her neck as the kiss became deeper, the sound of your lips echoing in the quiet parking lot.
you both pulled back when air ran out. no words were needed.
the campaign dropped the next friday. the post was normal with all the shots of you and megan until the last one.
it definitely wasn’t a picture from the photoshoot, as it was a low-quality picture you sneakily snapped while megan was laughing at something you said.
of course, the comments immediately noticed.
eyekondaily: helloo why is yn looking at meg like that 😭 pokipokidoki: creative director my assssss katseyefiles: so about that last picture
even pokimane reposted the campaign and left her own comment.
pokimane: i knew something was happening just not what…
megan laughed once she saw the post and the amount of comments calling you out for the last picture.
cutie 🫶
so i might’ve maybe accidentally left my favorite pic in the campaign
meg ❤️
accidentally???
cutie 🫶
definitely accidentally.
neither of you believed that, but that didn’t stop the smile that was etched on both of your faces.
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hellooo! can I request for the fluffiest of fluff w manon x f!reader? i am in desperate need of it, especially w everything thats going on🥹
WHEN IT GETS CRAZY
pairing: volleyball player!manon x masc!reader
synopsis: when manon gets injured during a game, her true feelings are revealed. good thing she can count on you.
contains: hurt & comfort, r being the best gf, vulnerable tings
a/n: hey y'allll sorry for the delay once again. i was taking a summer course, so i wasn't able to do requests, hopefully this makes up for it. idek if this is considered fluff just go with it, shhh. also ty to @/dice2smooth for da plot.
the gym was louder than it usually was. the crowd cheered as they were rooting for dream university to win against their biggest rivals. by no means was this a championship game, but the crowd was always hype when these two teams played each other.
on the court, manon bannerman was locked in. she is arguably one of the most popular players on the team, and her talent proves why.
you and manon had been dating for over two years now, and you had never missed a game yet.
from the moment she walked on court, your eyes were locked onto her. you could tell how much she wanted to win this game, and that’s not because she kept talking about it for an entire week.
so far, dream university was up, but not by much. this wasn’t like their usual matches where they could just breeze by the competition; they actually had to work for it.
you sat near the sidelines, perks of your girlfriend, of course.
“set’s yours!” sophia, one of manon’s teammates, called.
“got it!” manon shouted back, already positioning herself.
you couldn’t help but be mesmerized at manon being completely in her element.
manon was locked onto the ball from the moment it left the setter’s hands. it moved fast, but nothing that manon couldn’t handle.
“outside!” another yell came from manon’s team, probably lara signaling to manon, but she was already on the move.
for a moment, it was like the noise faded away. the crowd’s attention was focused on manon, waiting to see what happened next.
but then that’s when everything went sideways. when manon landed back on her feet, it felt wrong. a sharp pain went through her that surpassed any of the adrenaline she was feeling.
the crowd reacted immediately when manon was on the floor.
it wasn’t an unusual sight, especially with how hard manon plays, but it still hurt to see her down.
you were already on your feet. you knew you couldn’t go onto the court, nor would you get any information right away, so you just stood there watching your girlfriend in pain.
the rest of the team had already surrounded manon.
“hey, hey, are you good? how do you feel?” daniela swiftly asked manon, dropping down to her side. she hoped nothing major happened to her friend.
manon tried to stand. “i’m good, it’s just—” her voice cracked as she felt the pain branching out from her ankle.
her ass was NOT good.
“right because that was very convincing,” lara chided. “you’re not fine.”
“coach! we need a timeout!" sophia called out.
on the sidelines, the medical team and the university’s trainers were already making their way to manon.
the trainer knelt beside her, already examining her foot. “do you remember what happened?”
manon didn’t want to admit what she felt because she knew what was coming, but there was no way she could hide this. “i just…landed weird on my ankle. it’s not that bad.”
she can’t be benched for an injury right now.
the trainer gave her a pointed look, as if they knew manon was downplaying the pain.
“we need to get you checked out, come on.”
the trainer and someone from the medical team helped put manon onto her feet. they carefully walked her to the locker rooms so a further examination could take place.
you didn’t waste any time and followed them. as soon as you saw manon wince when she landed, you could tell something was off.
you knew that manon was hard on herself; she never let injuries get in the way, but you knew this was different.
once you reached the locker rooms, you couldn’t help but feel your heart break in two at manon’s defeated state.
you were at her side immediately.
“hey, you okay?” you asked, lacing your fingers with hers.
she didn’t answer. she didn’t want to say it out loud because that meant that it was real. you didn’t push further, just comforting her with your presence.
the trainer came back, already recognizing you. they listed off the recovery procedure to you both, but mainly to you. you heard manon’s breath quicken when the trainer mentioned something about a hospital visit for an x-ray.
manon’s thoughts were everywhere. volleyball was her safe space (aside from you), and without it she felt like a piece of her was missing.
the game was over. dream university took the win, but to manon it felt like she lost. she congratulated her team as she would normally, but inside she wished that she was anywhere but here.
unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t be that easy. even though she was injured, that didn’t stop reporters from hounding her for any comments on the game and her injury.
you and some of manon’s teammates tried to divert the attention off of her. it was obvious that she didn’t want to talk to anyone.
thankfully, after some persuading and some shoving, you were able to get manon out of that environment.
you helped her to your car and made sure her foot was properly placed inside, not wanting to cause even more problems for the volleyball player.
you made your way to the driver's seat and started the car. you wanted to ask manon what was on her mind, but you figured that you should get her home before bombarding her with questions.
you pulled out of the parking lot and headed in the direction of your shared apartment. you turned up the radio, loud enough just to erase the tense and silent atmosphere.
both of you didn’t say a word to each other, but you couldn’t help but steal glances at the older girl.
once you parked in your spot, you helped manon out of the car and towards the apartment building.
thank god the elevators are working today.
when you opened the door to the apartment, you could physically feel the tension and discomfort dissipate from manon.
you carefully sat her on the couch and sat next to her.
she still hadn’t said a word, and you didn’t want to push her. you sat there patiently until she was ready.
you could tell she was very in her head, and you hated that she couldn’t express herself.
“i’ll be back, babe,” you said softly. you made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.
true to your words, you were by her side in less than 35 seconds.
you handed the glass to her and watched her take small sips of it. you grabbed her empty hand and gently rubbed your thumb over her knuckles.
“i’m scared,” manon spoke softly, her voice cracking.
you didn’t respond. you wanted her to let all her thoughts out.
she took another sip. “i thought i just landed wrong, but—”
she stopped to wipe her eyes, the tears she’s been holding back finally making way.
she exhaled deeply, “but then when i felt that pain shoot through me i just knew.”
at this point, she couldn’t stop her tears. you pulled her into you, just letting her cry into your chest.
you didn’t want to tell her some false bullshit like “it’s okay,” when you knew damn well it wasn’t.
manon’s fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt. she took another breath to regulate herself.
“what if it’s really bad?” she whispered. “to where i can’t play anymore.”
you stayed quiet as your hand moved slowly up and down her back.
“the team’s in a really good spot, and i don’t want to be sidelined,” she continued.
your chest tightens at her words.
manon scoffed at herself, embarrassed at her feelings. “volleyball is all i’ve known.”
“it isn’t all you are,” you said quietly.
manon pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes red.
“it feels like it,” she whispered. “if they tell me i need surgery i-i don’t know what to do.”
“we don’t know that yet, and if you do, i’ll be here for every step.”
“it’s not that easy,” manon said, defeated.
“oh it definitely won’t be.” you brushed a stray tear from her cheek. “you’ll probably get frustrated and put a hex on everyone.”
that got her to laugh because she absolutely would go on etsy to get a hex.
“it’s gonna suck for now, not being able to play and having to recover, but you won’t have to go through it alone,” you said, being serious again.
“you’ll have a whole team behind you and a bunch of fans waiting for you.”
manon sniffed as her tears paused momentarily. “you’ll be with me the whole way?”
you cupped her face before bringing her into a kiss. it was a sweet, soft kiss that had both of you melting.
you pulled away slowly, brushing the strands of her hair behind her ear.
“i promise i’ll be there. whether it’s driving you to appointments or icing your ankle, i’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about anything.”
manon looked at you lovingly, not believing she had someone as amazing as you in her life. “would you buy me the hexes?” manon whispered, trying not to smile.
you laughed. “i’ll buy every single one you want.”
“thank you,” manon responded earnestly before wrapping her arms around you.
“of course. i love you, crazy girl.”
idk shit about volleyball so ntm
animal teaser is making me feel things 😊😊😊
working on something right now if y’all still rmr me 😛
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i'm supposed to write some cute fluffy stuff for one of the girls 👀 but i litch have no plots ideas in mind. pls someone give me ideas ok thank you and goodnight

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heyyy,
i asked abt 6 writers if they can do a one shot or series of this request but only one writer did it and it wasn't so exact, could you do something better? can I rely on you?
bottoms inspired but katseye ver and popular!daniela x loser!femreader trope.
thank you
- pinky
frickk i would love to write this for you but unfortunately i’ve never seen bottoms (donthateme) so idt i would be able to live up to ur expectations 💔
ONE TASTE pt.3
pairing: sophia laforteza x masc!reader
synopsis: you and sophia find yourselves spending time with each other more than you should, no matter the place.
contains: swearing, sophia is a tease, based on the comments from part 2, fingering, eating it from da back, pretty much it
a/n: sorry for the longggg delay in fics, i've been very unmotivated, but i plan on finishing the new reqs i received. other than that enjoyyy
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
part 1 part 2
god you were bored.
you zoned out your professor as his old ass rambled on about equations and theories. the only thing on your mind was that you had one more class and then you were free.
every friday you internally berate yourself for picking these classes because instead of losing your mind in this class, you could be with your girl.
yeah, your girl.
you and sophia had made things official, well, official as they could be, considering she’s still legally bound to someone else. but who cares about technicalities?
surprisingly, sophia was the one to ask the big question, and you obviously said yes.
now that you were girlfriends, it meant that you both spent a lot of time traveling just to see each other.
which is why you were so antsy right now.
all you wanted to do was skip these stupid classes and drive to sophia’s house, but the older woman made you promise to attend all your classes.
you obeyed, of course.
you mindlessly copied whatever the professor was writing in your notebook when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
you quickly pulled it out to see a message from sophia.
S 💜
How’s class?
ynnie
i need u to buy me a gun idk how im supposed to get thru another class
S 💜
Aww poor you It’ll be worth it mahal
ynnie
it better be i’m 2 sexs away from strangling my prof w my headphones secs**
S 💜
Crazy girl. I have a surprise for you Just be patient, okay?
ynnie
fineeeee js know ur leaving ur suffering girlfriend here 💔💔 [Read 12:28 PM]
with a sigh, you pocketed your phone and tried to pay attention once more.
as soon as the lecture ended, you hastily packed your bag and headed out the door. not only did you have two classes on a friday but they were back-to-back.
like seriously, you must’ve been high while making this schedule.
nevertheless, you still made it to your second class. it was some introductory history class you picked just to get the credit.
you rarely paid attention in this class because why the hell would you??? being with sophia was a much better use of your time than sitting here.
as the professor droned on about whatever, you pulled up your messages with sophia once more.
ynnie
do you think we can go to that restaurant i found when i get there? hellooo hey hi do u hate me b honest
S 💜
Well.
ynnie
WELL????& wow okkkkkkkk i see how it is
S 💜
So dramatic I was in the middle of something But of course, my love. We can definitely go to the restaurant
ynnie
YAY just another hr in this class and i’ll be there
S 💜 Be safe okay?
ynnie
duhhhh
you smiled softly at your phone at the thought of seeing sophia. you actually hadn’t seen her in person for about a month because of how busy her schedule was. so you were definitely going to cherish this time with her this weekend.
you couldn’t make it any less obvious that you hated this class with the way you bolted out of there.
you walked the distance to your dorm room so you could grab everything that you had packed for your stay at sophia’s house.
making your way to the door, you unlocked it with your key, immediately moving to your side of the room when you paused—
“missed me?” a soft voice asked.
sophia.
she was here...but how? and how did she get into your dorm???
“babe?” you asked, confused and shocked all at the same time. you quickly shut the door, locking it.
that’s when you got to examine her properly…and what she was wearing.
sophia lay on your bed, her body adorned with white lacy undergarments.
she tilted her head at you when you continued to stare at her. “see something you like?” sophia teased.
broken out of your trance, you clear your throat.
“you look…” you trailed off, still taking in the fact that she was here, in your bed.
sophia just giggled, amused by your reaction.
“so are you just gonna stand there drooling or get over here?”
shitttttt…don’t gotta tell me twice.
you threw your bag somewhere and quickly peeled off your shirt before making your way to your girlfriend.
as soon as you were close enough, sophia pulled you down onto her. there was no need for words between you two; you both knew what the other needed.
you cradled her head before bringing sophia closer to connect your lips. unlike most of your kisses, this one was softer. the days of being away from each other had really taken a toll, and you both could feel it transpire through the kiss.
you missed kissing her.
you pulled away from her lips slowly, still caught up in the way her lips tasted. you were about to plant a kiss on her neck when she pushed you back gently.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, concerned. sophia just shook her head slightly, indicating she was good.
she pulled you closer, close enough to feel her breath on your ear.
“i want you to fuck me.”
well someone’s needy today.
you widened your eyes, still not used to her being so straightforward.
“you sure?”
sophia nodded her head eagerly, wanting you to do something to her already.
you moved off her quickly, deciding not to waste any more time. “get on your stomach,” you ordered.
you would’ve thought sophia was the flash with how fast she got herself into position.
you allowed yourself to admire her backside, taking in the curves of her body. your eyes shifted down to her thong, if it could be called that. it barely covered her center, and you could see how drenched she was without even touching her.
you moved your thumb until it made contact with sophia’s drenched thong. you ran the tip of your thumb up and down against her covered center.
you could hear her release a sigh of relief at finally being touched by you.
“please baby,” you could hear sophia’s muffled whines. usually, you would make her beg, but today you decided to spoil your girl.
you pushed her thong to the side, the arousal that coated her pussy sticking to the fabric.
without a thought, you swiped your tongue through her folds, enthralled at the taste.
“mhm just like that,” sophia panted. she so badly wanted to push your face further into her, but settled with the pace you were going at.
you continued to swirl your tongue gently, just enough to tease sophia before attaching your lips to her clit.
sophia thrashed, not expecting the feeling. you parted her lips, increasing the pace at which you pleased her.
you could feel sophia’s arousal running down your chin and onto the bed. she started to tremble at the amount of pleasure she was feeling.
you leaned back before sophia could reach her peak.
“what the fu—” she’s cut off when she feels a slap against her pussy. she barely had time to register it when she receives another slap.
she gasps at the pain. “please let me cum. please, please,” sophia continued to beg, hoping you would give in.
you smack her pussy one more time before grabbing her hair and pulling her body up against you. the way her back was arched was so sexy, you almost lost your train of thought.
“did you really miss me, baby?” you groaned out against her ear. overwhelmed with how you handled her body, sophia only nodded.
you slap her pussy once more. “answer me when i’m talking,” you gritted out.
sophia could barely hold herself together; the only thing keeping her upright was you.
“yes! fuck! i miss you so m-much mahal,” sophia spoke, her voice breaking.
you grinned at the state she was in.
you loved breaking her apart.
you press a kiss to her neck before releasing her hair and pushing her down onto her knees once again. you ignored her gasps and whines as you gathered the wetness at her entrance with your finger, pushing into her slowly.
you started slow, stretching her out perfectly.
sophia, on the other hand, wanted the opposite of soft. she gathered the strength to turn her head to face you slightly.
“d-did the past month of not s-seeing me make you forget how to fuck?” sophia teased, clearly wanting to get a rise out of you.
however, you kept the same pace as before, prolonging the orgasm sophia craved.
sophia lets out a moan when she feels you reach that spot that drives her crazy. yet, the brattiness inside her doesn’t stop.
“mm maybe i should let someone else fuck me if you can’t do it properly,” she groans out.
now that gets you.
the only person who should be touching her is you.
just as sophia expected, she feels another finger making its way inside her. before she could even gloat at how easy you gave in, you pushed her head into the mattress, keeping her there.
“this what you wanted, huh?” you grunt as you curl your fingers deep inside her. you could hear her muffled moans as you continued to fuck her.
you watched as her thighs started to close around your hand, indicating she was close.
“you gonna cum?”
you didn’t receive a verbal response, only the whimpers and moans coming from the older woman.
you continued your ministrations on her cunt as you pulled her up against your body once more.
“please ynn, ’m right fucking there,” sophia begged, her voice hoarse.
“let go for me baby,” you murmured, finally having mercy on the woman.
you didn’t have to wait long, as you watched sophia come undone on your fingers. her body shaking from the intense pleasure.
you held her until she came down from her high, peppering kisses along her jaw and neck to help.
when her breaths became less labored, you slowly removed your fingers, careful not to overstimulate her.
“you good, baby?” you asked as you laid her down on the bed gently.
“oh i’m amazing. you always know how to please a woman.”
you laugh at her unseriousness. “so…cuddles?”
“duhh after what you did to me, you better give me cuddles.” you pulled her closer to you, embracing her in your warmth when–
“wait how did you even get into my room?”
hey... how y'all doingggggg. smut was lowk trash but we move. alsoo this might be the last part of this little series
dawg everytime i don’t check this app for a few days it’s always someone new getting exposedd. like guys it’s OK to be ourselves i promise
anyway i need to finish this fic
trying to finish another fic but omfgggg it’s not working the way i want it to 😭😭😭😭 i’m emailing manon abt this i can’t do it no more
omg u can’t miss a DAY on katzblr. cuz wdym ppl are still lying about their ages to adults 😟😟😟😟

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you twitter bitches IRK me to the core. do you genuinely think calling the other members slurs and sending death and r*pe threats is gonna fix anything??
rightttt so manon wasn’t in the teaser and she just removed “katseye” from her bio. WHEN will i ever have shit