#megan skiendiel thoughts 💭

[brnbeexx]

first kiss with megan??? 😋😋

THAT'S ACTUALLY SUCH A CUTE REQUEST 😭

ok, we'll be talking about a shy megan, as always. You and Megan have been friends for a few long years and she has always tried to show you that she enjoys having your company. Whether it was days she spent by your side, days she called you to spend some time together just to have your company, days she would make you handmade gifts, or a mile-long letter about how great it is to have your friendship on your birthday.

However, you never picked up on the hints. As obvious as they may be, you are used to her showing affection and you never really found anything romantic in these acts.

One day, at a pajama party, the girls (Manon, Sophia, Daniela, Lara and Yoonchae) were talking to each other, doing a truth or dare or something. You excused yourself and went to the kitchen to get water, the chatter tired your throat.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you turned to see the redhead, shorter than you. Her hands clasped together, timidly playing with the hem of her pajamas, her head down.

“Shit, Meg- You scared me.” You just laughed. The room was dark, lit only by the dim light from the balcony next to the kitchen. Noticing Megan’s stillness, you set your glass aside and took a step forward. “Is something wrong?”

She doesn't answer right away, she just looks up. Her mouth opens, threatening to say something, but she stays quiet. “Y/N..” she murmurs, her voice strangely shaky. You give her a worried, but certainly welcoming look. Your friend, usually so lively and outgoing, quiet like this? “I just, I.. I wanted to talk to you, you know? I like you, really– I've already talked to Sophia about this and.. she said it would be good for me to tell you this, but–.. it's been like a few months and..–” You didn't understand a single word. She said it quickly, jumbled up.

Interrupting her, you let out a weak laugh. “Megan, slow down..” Gently, you tuck a lock of her red hair behind her ear. Despite the dark place, you can vaguely see her blush.

“I-... Y/N.” She begins, now looking only slightly more confident. Her hands seek out yours, and you see her run them over her pajamas as if to wipe away the sweat, probably because of nervousness. “I like you, Y/N. No, I- I like you, I like being with you, I.. I'm in love with you. And it's not a little, it's a lot, I- I just wanted you to know, even if you don't feel the same way. And if by any chance you don't feel the same, I ask – better yet... I beg that we can continue this friendship that we have, that I appreciate so much.” This time, you understood everything. The words were timid, sometimes trembling at crucial parts of the sentence, and the hands seemed uncertain about continuing to hold you.

You said nothing, your smile appeared, relieved. You pulled her gently in a way that she wouldn't even be surprised. You hugged her, and you two stayed like that, curled up, for at least 2 minutes, waiting for the redhead's breathing to calm down.

When you separated, she opened her mouth to ask something, but you shook your head. As if you were close to prey, you approached, your hands going down to her waist. She quickly picked up the signal, and approached as well. Her arms wrapped around your neck and your lips met. Surprising no one, her lips were as soft as silk, her cherry gloss lightly smearing across yours.

She seemed inexperienced, her hands unsteady and she didn't know she had to move her head at first, causing your noses to end up bumping.

However, none of this made you feel embarrassed, nothing. It was just you and Megan. And as soon as you separated, she looked at you, satisfied with life. The girl hugged you, hiding her face in the crook of your neck and leaving a quick kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.” Megan murmured, putting emphasis on "love".

[nakylvr]

— KICKBACK ✧ M.S

summary જ⁀➴ midfielder of the lacrosse team megan skiendiel has everyone's hearts, except yours. when she gets injured during a match and your mutual friend brings her to you, you reluctantly help the girl recover. and over time, you find yourself liking her more and more.

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, college!au, lacrosse player!megan, sports medicine major!f!reader, angst included, one sided enemies to lovers, bf megan >>, chaewon & kazuha sserafim bffs, eric tbz mention, happy ending, lots of food mentions, ginger megan!!!

wc જ⁀➴ 12,9 k

now playing જ⁀➴ open hearts by the weeknd

1k event

despite majoring in sports medicine, you didn't care much about sports. sure, you would watch whenever there was a football or basketball game, mainly because your friends would drag you along, but you didn't really care about the games. you didn't bother trying to understand the rules, you just watched the players and how they moved. it was nice at the same time, being able to watch how the players moved and try to guess the injury while they got pulled off the field or court. it was like your own game, being able to spot if a player was strained, if they were limping, trying to hide they were hurt. 

you didn't even know your school had a lacrosse team until your best friend, chaewon told you about the new girl she was talking to and that she was on the team. that’s how little you cared about sports in your school. she looked at you like you were crazy, but neither of you knew there was a team until then. 

chaewon asked multiple times for you to tag along and go to one of the games, that it's actually more interesting than she thought it would be and that you would probably enjoy it. but you never did. 

then came megan skiendiel.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you were looking down at your phone while walking through the hallway, not paying attention when you felt someone tap your shoulder. pulling out one of your earbuds, you turn around and a taller girl stands in front of you.

“hello?” you say. 

“you're yn, right?” she asks, looking down at you with a smile on her face. 

“yeah?” you respond. “sorry, do i know you?” 

megan’s smile falters for just a second, deflating a bit. were you being serious? everyone knew her. she was the star of the lacrosse team, everyone in the school knew of her. you just stare at her, and she realizes you're serious.

“uh i’m megan. y’know, the lacrosse star.” 

you blink. “lacrosse?” 

“yeah.” megan nods. “i’m uh, i’m a midfielder.”

“right.” you nod, not having any idea what that's supposed to mean. “can i help you?” 

“uh,” megan pauses. “well i guess i was gonna ask if you wanted to see the match this thursday,” she says. 

you look at her confused. then you sigh and shake your head. “oh my god don't tell me chaewon told you to talk to me.” you groan, covering your face with your hand.

megan’s face drops. “what?”

“look, megan?” you move your hand and look at her. “i’m sorry for whatever my friend told you, but i'm not interested in whatever midfield position you play, because i don't know what lacrosse even is about. and to put it frankly, just because i major in sports medicine doesn't mean i care about sports.” 

megan just stares, her mouth slightly agape trying to figure out what to say when you interrupt her.

“well i can–”

“let me stop you there,” you interject, holding your hand out to stop her.  “you said you're ‘the star’ of the team, right?” 

“yes?” megan sounds confused as she replies.

“then i’m sure you have plenty of other girls to ask to watch your game,” you say, emphasizing ‘plenty’. “sorry, but i don't get affiliated with athletes.” 

megan can't even get a word out before you're walking past her, leaving her standing there confused and dumbfounded at the same time. did she really manage to fumble the first time she tried? that couldn't have gone any worse! she lets out a groan and drags her hands down her face.

“what the fuck…”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

megan skiendiel, the star midfielder of the lacrosse team. the girl who supposedly played with hearts like she did the game — controlling, entitled, insensitive. but also prone to injuries, self-absorbed, and egoistic. 

at least, that's what everyone said when they spoke her name. 

you’d be lying if you said you didn't hear her name fly around on campus. apparently she was the only thing good about the lacrosse team, so you weren't that surprised when she randomly spoke to you. with chaewon suddenly enamored with the sport, you unfortunately kept hearing things about the team — and megan. 

then came the day. the day you actually went to a match. and also the day megan tore her acl. the day everything changed.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“isn't this exciting?” chaewon asked you, practically jumping in her seat. “the first match you've seen and dani is starting!” 

“right.” you nod. you know she only cares because this girl — daniela, she's been talking to was on the team, but you wouldn't say that out loud. all you’ve heard for the past three weeks was lacrosse. so you reluctantly went to this match after chaewon begged you to come with her. 

your eyes are scanning the field, watching the players warm up and get ready before starting the match, and then you spot her. you don't even notice the way your eyes stay on her as she trots across the field like she owns it, but chaewon does.

“oh, i see what you're looking at!” she leans closer to you so she can see who you're looking at. “y’know, i think you two would be cute together.”

“what?” you let out, finally looking away and at your friend. “oh my god, no. i don't hook up with athletes.” 

“true.” chaewon nods. “she’d probably cheat on you with some cheerleader anyways, no offense.”

“none taken,” you respond, but there's a tightness in the way you say it. 

as if it couldn't get any worse, megan spots you on the edge of the bleachers. even with her helmet on she can see you, holding her stick up and waving towards you while smiling. 

“oh my god is she dumb or something?” you grumble under your breath.

“what? did she say something to you?” chaewon asks.

“you didn't?–oh my god.” you groan, dragging your hands across your face. “i thought you told her to talk to me.”

“NO??? what did she say?!” chaewon exclaims, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. 

“calm down, jesus! fuck,” you tell her. “she just asked if i would come to see the game a few weeks ago. it's not a big deal.”

“what?!” chaewon yells, making people look over at you two. “and you didn't tell me or show up?!”

“obviously not.” you roll your eyes. “i thought she was just trying to hook up so of course i said i wouldn't go.”

“oh, well you're not wrong there.” chaewon nods, letting go of your shoulders. “still, it would be fun to brag that you managed to bag her.”

“i’m not here to ‘bag’ athletes, chaewon.” you scoff, the ‘tsh’ coming from the heart. “i’m here to get through school and not kill myself.”

“but it would be fun.” chaewon smiles. 

“no.” you drag the word out. “plus–”

the whistle blows loudly on the field, signaling the game had started. 

after watching the first half of the match, you can confirm you have no idea what the rules of lacrosse are. chaewon was terribly trying to teach you while the match went on, abruptly stopping every now and then when the team would score a point to cheer. but your attention was on something else. or rather, someone. 

you don't know how megan usually played, given how you’ve never seen a match or her practice at all. but you could tell this wasn't her 100%. she looked like she was staggering across the field. being the midfielder meant she was essentially constantly running, either as offense or defense. but you could tell she was slowing down as the match progressed. 

“something's wrong,” you murmur.

“huh?” chaewon looks over at you. “what do you mean?” 

“her.” you point at megan. “something's wrong, she's not even keeping up with the others.” 

chaewon’s mouth forms an ‘o’, and she notices it too after a moment. “huh, she's usually faster than the rest.”

you hum, nodding your head. your eyes don't leave the girl on the field, watching her every step until it happens. 

one second megan’s running with the ball ready to shoot, and the next she's on the grass grabbing her knee letting out a yell that everyone could hear. 

chaewon gasps beside you, her hand clasping over her mouth as paramedics arrive and take her out on a stretcher. you stare with wide eyes as they walk her off the field, her arm covering her face to hide the tears rolling down her cheeks. 

a few days later came the news. 

megan skiendiel, star of the lacrosse team, tore her acl and would be out for the rest of the season. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you lived with chaewon off campus in a little apartment. two bedrooms, two bathrooms, one floor. perfect for you two. as much as you would say you hated it, you did enjoy being in the same place with someone you actually enjoyed talking to rather than a roommate you hated. you loved that girl to the moon and back, and you were incredibly grateful for her and that the two of you were able to live together. but you couldn't even consider or imagine another person being added.

sure, chaewon would bring girls over but then they would be gone the next day, so that never counted. kazuha had a girlfriend and was here more than anything. so that made it a little odd. but nothing you couldn't handle. 

then came the day that you heard the loud, hurried knocking on the front door waking you up. 

you groaned climbing out of bed, slowly making your way to the front door that the knocking wouldn't stop coming from. when you finally made it to the door, you opened it and froze.

why the hell were daniela avanzini and megan skiendiel standing in front of your door?

“hey, yn.” daniela smiles. “so uh, chaewon told me that you major in sports medicine and that you could tell this idiot was going to get hurt before she did. so, chaewon is gonna be hanging with me for a while and she said it would be a good idea to ask if you could help megan recover.” she finishes.

you blink twice. “excuse me?” 

“it’ll just be for the recovery process,” daniela tells you. “all i’m asking is that you take care of her.” 

“i’m not a babysitter.” you deadpan. 

“you're literally the only person we know taking sports medicine,” daniela says. 

“find someone else then,” you grit through your teeth. 

“she tore her acl,” daniela prys.

“and do you know how long that takes to heal?” you ask. “si–”

“six to twelve months,” megan interrupts, making you finally look at her. “they told me i’d have to stay out for the rest of the season.”

“that's what happens when you strain yourself,” you tell her bluntly. 

“this is pointless,” megan mumbles under her breath. “let's just go, dani.”

she shifts, and you finally see the crutches holding her up and the technical knee brace around her right leg, the swelling evident just from here. you feel your chest twist, and you're not sure why. you're also not sure why the next words came out of your mouth.

“wait. i’ll help you.” 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“okay, let's establish some rules here.” you stand in front of the couch megan is sitting on.

“rules?” megan says, looking at you confused. 

“yes.” you nod. “one, you aren't allowed to practice at all while you're here, excluding the physical therapy exercises that you have to do. if i see you go near that stick, i'm gonna beat you with it. two, do not bring any girls over. i don't give two fucks how you have to do it, but they aren't allowed in this house. i’m not going to deal with that. three, you can do what you want, just don't bother me with useless shit. i’m only here to help you make sure you don't hurt yourself more.” you tell her. 

“cool uh except one thing,” megan says, clearing her throat. “where uh, where am i sleeping?”

her question makes you pause. you were just going along with this, you didn't think this far yet. “well…” you take a glance around. “i guess you can sleep in my room for now.” 

megan raises an eyebrow. “are you sure? i don't mind sleeping on the couch or–”

“it's fine,” you cut her off abruptly.

megan eyes you for a moment, being able to tell you weren't totally for it. but she ends up nodding her head. “okay.” 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you hadn’t slept on the couch since you moved in. you forgot how uncomfortable it was. you were tossing and turning all night, getting maybe an hour or two of sleep before you woke up to the sound of things crashing. 

your body jerked up straight at the noise, staring straight into the kitchen where megan was standing, staring back at you with wide eyes.

“sorry!” she quickly apologizes, her face pink with embarrassment.

“it's fine.” you shake your head, rubbing your eyes and getting up. “what are you doing?” 

“uh.” megan glances around. “making breakfast?” 

you bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something you shouldn’t, walking into the kitchen. you see the eggs out along with bacon and sausage, a scattered mess. 

“go sit down.”

“what?” megan looks at you with wide eyes.

“sit. down.” you reiterate. “i’ll make something to eat.”

megan blinks, staring at you before realizing you're serious. “okay.” she nods, grabbing her crutches and moving over to the couch. 

rolling your sleeves of your hoodie up, you start cooking. megan watches you from the couch, her eyes watching your every step as you move around the kitchen with perfect grace like it was second nature.

“you cook a lot?” megan asks randomly.

“huh?” you glance over at her. “i mean, i guess.” you shrug. “i’d rather cook than eat takeout, as much as chaewon despises that.” 

megan hums, nodding her head, her fingers tapping her legs. “you think you could teach me some recipes?”

“what?” you pause. “yeah, sure.” you answer, not really paying attention as you put the food onto two plates and grab forks. 

you head over to the couch and hand over the plate to megan, who takes it after staring for a second too long.

“thank you,” she says softly. shy, almost. 

you just hum and sit down next to her on the couch, a reasonable amount of space between you two as you both eat in silence for a few seconds.

“this is really good,” megan tells you. 

you pause mid-bite, not knowing how to even respond. “thanks.” is all you end up saying. you expect her to stop there, but she continues.

“what's your favorite food?” she asks, still eating.

“what?” you look over at her. 

“‘m just asking,” megan shrugs. 

you aren't sure what you're more confused by. her randomly asking questions, or her response being so nonchalant? ‘just asking’. but why? 

you take a moment to think of actually answering her question. and you're not sure why you answer with the truth. “kimchi jjigae.”

megan hums, nodding her head while continuing to eat. “you get it a lot?”

“no.” you shake your head. “i haven't had it since.” you pause. “in a while.” you finish, looking back down at your plate and poking at the food.

megan nods again, glancing over at you. she notices you’ve hardly touched the food, while she's finished with it all like it was a mere snack. you're poking at it with the fork more than you’ve been eating it, but when she opens her mouth to speak, you stand suddenly. 

“i got to get ready. can you give me five minutes?” you ask, grabbing the plate from her and walking back to the kitchen.

“yeah,” megan answers with a nod, watching you put the dishes in the sink before you head into your room. 

walking into your room, you're surprised it's not as much of a mess as you thought it would become with megan staying there. you quickly get dressed, before you look at the picture taped to your vanity mirror. you mentally curse, grabbing it and opening one of the drawers to put it in, but stopping when you actually look at the image. 

the last time you looked happy in a picture, going to disneyland with your family, only for your mother to up and leave by the end of it. tears form in your eyes without realizing, little droplets hitting the drawer and the edge of the picture. 

“are you okay?”

you jump at the voice, quickly wiping away your tears and putting the photo away. you turn to see megan standing there, a worried look on her face that makes her look like a puppy as she stares at you.

“i’m fine,” you reply. 

megan’s lips purse into a thin line, being able to tell the lie you're telling, but not being able to tell why. she hadn't even noticed the picture, being so exhausted she just laid down and fell asleep, she didn't even look around at the little decorations that you had on the wall or strung up over the bed. 

“what's your first class?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“trig,” megan answers.

you look over at her with confusion. “you're taking trigonometry?” 

“yeah,” she mumbles, nodding her head. “my counselor convinced me.” 

“wow.” you don't know what else to say. 

“yeah.” 

there's a silence that fills the room, and neither of you know what to do about it. your eyes are wandering around, but never quite staying on megan for more than a second. and megan hasn't taken her eyes off you. 

“well, let's get going, then.” 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“so, how was your first morning with the star of the lacrosse team?” chaewon asks you in the middle of your english literature class.

you grimace just thinking about how the morning went, not wanting to talk about it. “well, she woke me up trying to make breakfast so i had to make it myself, and when i tried to peacefully eat my food in quiet she keeps asking me questions like she actually wants to know shit about me,” you answer in a grumble, not even looking at chaewon.

“you cooked breakfast for her?” chaewon smiles, leaning closer to you. “what did she ask?”

“dumb shit,” you murmur. “if i cook a lot, if i could teach her some recipes, what my favorite food is.”

chaewon hums, nodding her head while tapping her pen on the table. “seems like she's interested in actually getting to know you.” 

“ugh don't even say that.” you shake your head.

“what? it could be true!” chaewon argues. 

“i don't care!” you retort. “i’m not doing this to make friends. i’m doing it to make sure she doesn't fuck herself up more like the idiot she is.”

“mhm.” chaewon hums, smiling. “you know maybe–”

“don't.” you point at her. 

“i’m just saying, maybe hypothetically this will be good!” chaewon says.

“no, it won't.” you shake your head. 

“uh-huh, whatever you say.” chaewon laughs. 

you look back in front of you, your pen tapping irritatingly on the table. 

you were doing this to just help, nothing more. just help. then she’ll probably never talk to you again. you could live with that. you didn't need her in your life anyways. athletes never stayed long, you knew that well enough. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“okay, try moving your leg.” 

megan sits in front of you on the couch, her leg brace taken off as you attempt to help her with the physical therapy they told her to do every day. had she been doing it? of course not. when you asked her and saw she was very clearly lying, you decided to enforce it and make sure she was doing them. 

she lifts her leg barely a few inches before her face scrunches up in pain.

“okay, put it down,” you tell her, and she immediately does, letting out a little sigh. 

“i hate this,” megan mumbles softly. 

you feel a tug on your heart looking down at her. you can tell she's obviously still upset the whole thing even happened, and how terrible she feels having to deal with it. and it makes a feeling go through you that you hadn't felt in a really long time. 

“i know,” you reply with a softness in your voice megan has yet to hear until now. “but you have to keep trying.” 

megan looks up at you and nods. taking a breath, she slowly starts to raise her leg, managing to get it higher than the last time until she lets out a quiet whimper and her leg stops before falling back to its normal position.

“i’m sorry,” megan’s voice cracks, her hands balled into fists covering her eyes that were tearing up. 

“hey, hey, it's okay.” you immediately reassure her. hesitantly, you reach for her hands, pulling them away from her face. “it’s okay. you are okay. this is just a little bump in the road. okay?”

megan nods, biting her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. 

“what do you want to eat?” you ask.

“what?” she lets out.

“what do you want to eat for dinner?” you repeat. “i’ll make anything you want.” 

“um.” megan sniffles, thinking for a moment. “any-anything is okay. i d-don't mind whatever. i-i’m allergic to cinnamon, though.”

“cinnamon?” you question.

“yeah.” she nods. “you can make whatever you want, though.”

you nod. “okay.” 

and within the hour megan was sitting at the small dining table, her crutches leaned against the table next to her as you brought out the food and set the plate down in front of her. her eyes practically bulge out of her head at the sight. 

“holy shit…” she murmurs to herself. 

“what? you never get fed or something?” you say, sitting down on the opposite end of the table.

“uh, no. it's just,” megan pauses, trying to find the words. “i’ve never had anyone really cook for me before.”

her words make you freeze. maybe it's because you've been told those words to you before, or maybe it's because you’ve wanted to say it yourself. you’ve always been the one cooking for everyone, whether you were at home or in the apartment with chaewon and kazuha. you had done it since you were fourteen. it was just something you did. you always did. 

you clear your throat, managing to get a response out. “well, get used to it. you need real food to recover properly.” 

“yeah.” megan nods. 

right, recovery. that's all this was. you were helping her recover, and then you would probably never talk to her again. it wouldn't be a surprise. the funny thing? she was already in far too deep. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

unlocking the front door, you open it and step inside with the grocery bags in your hands. closing the door behind you, you yell for megan. 

and immediately you hear movement from your bedroom and the sound of crutches moving across the floor. within the minute, megan comes out and walks to you. “hey!” she smiles. “what is all that?” 

“food. what else?” you reply, setting the bags on the table. “i thought since you keep bugging me about wanting to learn how to cook, we should start with something easy. and also baking. because i wanted to make a cake.”

megan blinks, surprised by the rambling from you as you go on about why you wanted to make a cake for no reason really except that you wanted something sugary, just with a lot of words. “yeah, yeah, okay.” she eventually says when you're done.

when you look up at megan, her breath hitches. just slightly. she finally sees an emotion in your eyes, rather than the same look that was always there. you were excited, and happy that she agreed. the kind of happiness she saw in that photo. the small smile on your face has her heart beating out of her chest. she doesn't even realize you're saying something until you snap your fingers in her face.

“megan? are you even listening?” you ask. 

“huh?” she lets out. 

“i said we should start with the cake, because it has to cook for a while,” you tell her.

“okay.” megan nods. “what type of cake are we making?” 

“chocolate cheesecake.”

your smile grows bigger as you answer, and megan swears her heart stops beating for a second. for someone who rarely smiled, you looked even more beautiful when you did, megan thinks to herself. but then again, she thought you were beautiful in any and all ways. 

“isn't cheesecake hard to make?” megan asks as you take everything out of the bags and set them on the counter. 

“if you don't know how to, yeah.” you answer. “but i’ve made it every year. whether it's for christmas, a birthday, or something. so i'm fairly confident.” 

“cool.” megan lets out. wow that sounded lame. 

“alright!” you clap your hands together once everything is out and organized. “you ready?” you look up at her with a glimmer in your eyes. 

“yeah.” she smiles.

megan didn't think making a cake would be difficult. had she done it before? no. but still! she didn't think it’d be hard. but she feels like she's been mixing the filling for hours, and when she looks over at you to ask if it's good, you tell her to continue, making her internally groan dramatically. she keeps glancing over at you as you make the crust for the cheesecake, gram cracker crust because that's what was “easiest” for you. she thinks you just wanted to show off, but she wasn't complaining.

“okay, i think it's good now.” you finally say, and megan’s arms and shoulders slouch as she finally stops mixing. 

“thank god!” she groans. 

��shut up.” you flick her forehead, making her yelp. “let's put it in so we can actually start cooking.”

“okay.” she mumbles while rubbing her forehead, looking like a puppy that just got scolded for getting on the couch. but the second a smile lights up on your face, she unconsciously smiles back. 

“wait, what are we making?” megan asks, seeing the different ingredients on the counter.

“bolognese.” you answer. when you glance at her and see the confusion on her face, you explain. “it's an italian dish. it's a pasta noodle dish but with a different sauce. that's what makes it bolognese.”

“oh.” she lets out, nodding her head. 

“it's not hard, like i said.” you reassure her. “it's just a simple pasta dish. and i won't have you make the noodles cause honestly i’m lazy right now.”

“you're capable of being lazy?” megan asks, a teasing tone in her voice.

“on rare occasions.” you answer in the same voice. “be glad i didn't start with something else.” 

“oh how i am so grateful for you.” megan says dramatically, bowing to you. 

“stop.” you shove her gently, laughing softly. 

megan chuckles as she stands straight again. “i am, y’know.” she says, making you look at her confused.

“you are what?” you ask.

“grateful for you.” she answers like it's nothing. “you've been helping me a lot, and i’m really grateful for that, and for you.” 

you can tell she's serious, and it has your face heating up the longer you stare into her soft brown eyes. you quickly look away, down at the ingredients. “well, you're welcome.” you murmur. “now let's get started.”

“okay.”

megan was cutting up the vegetables while you prepped the pots and pans, starting to boil the water and break apart the noodles. you told her to chop them finely, but she honestly didn't know what that meant. she figured you meant small, so she was cutting everything as small as she possibly could.

she didn't even notice you walk over and watch over her until you spoke up.

“those look really good.” you tell her, making her jump. “sorry.” you smile sheepishly at her.

“is it bad i didn't know what finely meant so i just assumed it meant small pieces?” megan responds, putting the knife down for a moment.

a giggle escapes your lips before you think. “that's alright. you're doing great. it goes in the sauce, so this is perfect.” you tell her, patting her head. 

“really?” she looks down at you with her big eyes.

“yeah.” you nod, smiling. “just finish it and then we can start the sauce.”

“okay.” she quickly nods, going back to what she was doing.

another quiet giggle leaves your mouth at her reaction, going and starting to put the meat in a saucepan. you don't notice megan’s glancing towards you, either because she was wanting to make sure she did it right or purely because she just wanted to look at you so…free. you were moving around the kitchen like it was second nature, while she leaned against her good leg trying not to make it obvious that she kept looking over at you. thankfully, you were too busy getting the meat ready to realize that her eyes never strayed too far away from you.

“is this just fancy spaghetti?” megan asks once she's finished, putting the knife in the sink.

“no, it’s bolognese.” you answer.

“which you still haven't told me what that is technically.” she responds.

“it's…” you pause, not wanting to explain the small differences between the two. “yeah, it's basically fancy spaghetti.”

“wicked.” megan smiles.

you roll your eyes at her response, but the smile on your face remains there. megan notices, and her smile grows wider as you grab her by her sleeve and drag her over to the stove.

“okay, add everything.” you tell her.

she looks down at you with wide eyes. “everything?”

“yes.” you nod. “it absorbs into the sauce. that's why i told you to cut it finely.”

megan just nods, grabbing the cutting board of vegetables and sliding them into the saucepan.

“now, meat.” you slowly add the ground beef into the mixture. “some white wine.” you pour a splash of the wine in your pantry into it. “and simmer.” you put a lid on the top to cover the pan. “for two hours.”

“two hours?” megan’s jaw drops.

“yep.” you nod, clasping your hands together. “the sauce is the most important part. it's tedious, but it always turns out so good when it's finished. we could finish it in an hour, but i want you to taste it at its best.”

“oh.” megan lets out. “okay.” she slowly nods. “then what do we do now?”

“we wait.” you reply. 

“cool.” megan nods again. “do you wanna sit down or?”

“yeah.” you say, walking over to the couch and sitting down. “the cake and sauce should finish around the same time. since you have to cool the cake obviously.”

“right.” megan nods as if she understands, but she doesn't at all. 

a moment of silence passes between you two before megan speaks again.

“how long have you been cooking like this?”

“hm?” you look over at her. “oh, uhm. i don't know. since i was a teen, i guess.” you shrug, not telling the whole truth. “my dad didn't cook, so i took it upon myself to learn. i took home economics in school and that really helped me with the basics. the rest is really just following recipes and going through trial and error.”

“huh,” megan lets out. “you really know your stuff then, don't you?”

“i guess.” you shrug again, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. “it's just always been this way since as long as i can remember.”

“well.” megan starts, making you look over at her. “i hope one day i can surprise you with a meal like this, just so you know it doesn't always have to be you.” 

her words hit you harder than you thought they would. you don't know why, either. perhaps it was because this was the first anyone has said that to you, or maybe it was because it was megan saying it of all people. you weren't sure. but you could tell she's genuine, and that makes your heart rate go up, practically beating out of your chest. it would be nice, you think. to not be the one always cooking everything for everyone everyday. but, that's just how it was. that's how it always has been. 

but maybe, you can let go a bit.

“holy fucking shit.” 

megan swears tears form in her eyes when she takes the first bite of the bolognese after waiting over two hours just for it to be made. to say she was surprised would be an understatement, because she was far more than just surprised. “this is so fucking good, what the fuck?” 

“don't be dramatic,” you try to act nonchalant about it, but you can't help but feel something at her enjoying it. “it's not that great.”

“shut up. i mean–don't take that seriously, i mean–it's just really good,” megan stumbles over her words. “i don't know how you did this.”

“it wasn't just me,” you reply. “you helped with it. you did a good job.” you smile. 

megan’s cheeks turn pink at your words, the smile on your face making her quickly look down at the food in front of her. “thanks.” she murmurs. 

“we’ll make something else next week.” you tell her. 

“what?” megan looks back up.

“you want to learn other recipes too, right?” you ask, taking a bite of the food.

“i mean, yeah.” megan nods. 

“then we'll make something else next week, deal?” you look at her expectantly.

“deal.”

ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you never really celebrated your birthday or cared for it after your mom left. your father lost interest in everything, barely managing to keep himself together without giving two shits about you. so you stopped celebrating it. you cried every year, that was the only recurring thing that happened. 

but you thought it would be different this year. you had chaewon and kazuha who were obviously trying to plan something judging by how they would go quiet when you would walk up to them only to say “nothing!” when you ask what they were talking about. 

and then there was megan. you don't remember telling her your birthday, because to put it frankly, you didn't tell anyone. but you have a feeling she figured it out by how much she's been helping you around the apartment. you didn't want to ask her about how she figured it out, because what if she didn't and you were just overthinking that someone cared that much about you that they would go out of their way to find the little things you wouldn't show. 

in the end, it didn't matter. 

your birthday landed on a saturday this year, so thankfully you didn't have to go to any classes. but when you woke up, megan was already gone. it was odd, sure. but you weren't going to think about it too much. she probably didn't even know. so why should you be upset? you shouldn't be, but you still are. just a tiny bit. 

you were alone for practically the whole day until kazuha showed up. 

“you better be awake, yn!” kazuha’s voice echoes from your seat on the couch.

“obviously i am!” you retort loud enough for her to hear.

footsteps approach the living room, and kazuha stands there with gift bags and flowers in her hands. 

“what are those?” you ask.

“gifts and flowers, obviously.” kazuha sets the items down on the coffee table. 

“zuha–”

“shush.” she points a finger at you. “i wanted to do this.”

you just shut your mouth, leaning back against the couch with your arms crossed.

“oh! i have one more thing, too!” kazuha says before hurrying off back outside to her car. 

and when she returns, she has a pot in her hands as she walks into the kitchen, making you look at her with furrowed eyebrows. you get up off the couch and walk over into the kitchen, and when you see what's in the pot, your heart stops for a second.

you look over at kazuha. “where did you get this?”

“i talked to your dad and he gave me the recipe for it.” kazuha answers, smiling. 

“you made this?” you look back down at the food before going back to her.

“yeah.” she nods. 

“this is amazing, zuha.” you say quietly. 

“okay, let's open your gifts first before we eat.” she looks at you with a smile. 

“fine.” you nod.

kazuha drags you back over to the couch where the gifts are, and you sit down beside her as she hands you the first one. 

“this is from me.” she smiles.

you open the bag and reach inside, pulling out a polaroid camera, along with two boxes of film. “oh my god, zuha this is great!” you smile widely. 

“i know you’ve been wanting one, and it was on sale so i got it.” kazuha smiles back. 

“thank you so much.” you pull her into a hug.

“of course.” she says. “now, onto the next one.” she pulls away, and grabs a small box, handing it over to you. “this is from someone who didn't want to be named.”

you raise an eyebrow at her as you take the box. “is this just from chaewon and she wanted to be stupidly mysterious?” you question.

“no.” she shakes her head. “i won’t tell you who, though.” 

“ugh, fine.” you roll your eyes.

you take the top off the box, and inside reveals a necklace. real silver, and it was two hearts entwined together in one. you carefully take it out of the box and hold it up, gazing at it for a few moments. “it's beautiful…”

kazuha smiles at your reaction. “i’m glad you like it. i’ll relay the message.”

“if it's chaewon–”

“it's not, seriously.” kazuha cuts you off. 

“okay.” you mumble. 

kazuha left a little later after you two ate dinner. which left you back alone in the apartment as the sun started setting down the horizon. you had a small bowl of the kimchi jjigae in your hands, eating it while watching a random sitcom that you were half paying attention to. you were honestly zoning out, taking bites of the food that was becoming cold from how long you had it out of the pot. not about one specific thing, but everything at once. 

how many years had it been now since disneyland? how long had it been since you really celebrated your birthday? when was the last time you actually enjoyed your birthday? or just any day in general? you were starting to enjoy a few days — the days that megan was there. but she wasn't here now. 

you grip the bowl tighter, not noticing the drops of tears landing in it the longer your mind wanders. 

you didn't have anyone anymore. your dad didn't care anymore. he barely spoke to you, so you didn't even bother returning home for breaks during school. chaewon was busy with her love life and making sure she didn't fail out of her scholarship. kazuha was always doing something, whether it was practicing for a recital or something else. megan was there, but she wasn't at the same time. 

you couldn't pinpoint your feelings on the athlete. you were starting to enjoy the days she was around. but then she would disappear, just like this. and you would hate her all over again. ‘she doesn't care’, you thought to yourself. you were just helping her recover, and then she would go back to being the star of the team, and you would be left behind. that's how it was going to go, you were sure of it. but you didn't want that. 

part of you wanted her to stay, but part of you wanted her to leave. you couldn't tell if she was playing with your feelings on purpose or not, and that bothered you. did she even think before some of the things she said or did? or did she just do it without a second thought like you were any other girl? 

you shake your head in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts, wiping the tears off your face and getting up to put your bowl away. you then go to your room, putting on a hoodie, and lay in your bed, curling up into a ball. just like every other year, it ended in tears.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sitting on the couch of the apartment, you stared at the time on your phone lockscreen that kept going dark only for you to turn it back on again. an hour. megan was supposed to be back an hour ago. she was the one who wanted to have this stupid movie night, and you were stupid enough to believe that she would keep her word. 

your phone turns dark again, and you let out an exasperated sigh. you debate on what to do, and you end up trying to call her, only for it to go straight to voicemail. again. you set your phone down and shake your head, blinking away the tears welling in your eyes. 

“fucking stupid,” you mumble to yourself.

you pull the blanket off of you, leaving everything still on the coffee table and going into your bedroom to sleep in your own bed. if megan wasn't back already, then she probably wasn't coming back for the rest of the night. 

you lay down on your bed, facing the wall and pulling the blanket on top of you. you try to ignore the emotions you're feeling, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths to not start crying. 

“fuck you, megan skiendiel.” 

when megan does return, it's hours later. she quietly walks in with her one crutch helping support her, and when she makes it to the living room, she stops abruptly. 

fuck. 

fuck fuck fuck.

you weren't on the couch, which meant you had to be in your room. megan glances around, guilt settling through her body and her throat closes up. she doesn't know what to do. you're definitely asleep by now, so there's no point in trying to talk to you and apologize right now. 

she ends up just sitting there on the couch, staring at the black tv screen for a while, she didn't know how long until she fell asleep. 

and when you wake up, you're livid seeing megan on the couch asleep sitting up. you just scoff quietly as you go into the kitchen and make your coffee, not giving a second glance to her. you grab your coffee and your bag, slip on your shoes and leave, closing the front door loud enough for megan to wake up startled.

megan realizes you're gone as the door slams closed, and she lets out a quiet sigh. “fuck,” she mutters. 

she knew you were pissed, that was obvious. and she had no clue how to fix that. she knew she fucked up, and she didn't know what to do now. 

in the end, she spent the day trying to figure out what to do. and only by the time it was an hour before you would likely be back, she started cooking one of the meals you taught her.

you walked into the apartment not wanting to talk to megan whatsoever. but the second you smelt something being cooked and stepped in seeing megan sitting at the small dining table with two plates on the table, you shake your head.

“is this your way of asking for forgiveness?” you ask, rolling your eyes and setting your bag down. 

“i’m sorry about last night,” megan says, her eyes not meeting yours. 

“so you cooked?” you say as you walk over, sitting down at the other end of the table. 

“i tried.” megan nods. “it's the only one i remember completely.”

you hum, picking up your fork and trying a bite of the food. you're surprised by how good it tastes, even if you don't try to show it, it's evident in your eyes.

“it's good,” you tell her.

“really?” megan says.

the way she says it and looks at you with her big brown eyes has your heart racing as much as you would hate to admit it. she looks so genuine, like she actually values your opinion. and it has your anger slowly dissipating. 

“yeah, really.” you nod, looking down at the food, trying to ignore what you were feeling. 

she apologized, she made you dinner as a way of forgiveness, she seemed genuine. you can't believe just that managed to sway your mood and make you stop being mad at her. but you don't say anything else. you don't say how much you cried last night because of it. you don't ask what she was doing that was so important that it meant ignoring you like you were a second choice. you just sit there and eat, not noticing megan’s gaze on you. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you weren't one for parties. in all of high school you maybe went to a total of three. you just didn't see the appeal behind them. a bunch of drunk people in one house? hard pass. 

yet here you were, getting ready for this stupid party chaewon convinced you to go with her. you're not sure why you even agreed, but that had been happening a lot recently. you weren't going to start questioning it now. 

putting on your earrings, you look at yourself in your vanity mirror and let out a short sigh. “whatever,” you grumble under your breath.

when you walk out of your room, megan is on the couch with her legs propped up on the coffee table. after getting her crutches removed, you told her she could leave, but she insisted on staying longer. you didn't ask why.

megan looks up when she hears you walk out of the room, and her breath hitches in her throat. 

“you look really good.”

“what?” you let out, looking at her with confusion, but your cheeks are pink.

shit, did she say that out loud?

“n-nothing!” megan quickly shakes her head. “where are you going?”

“this dumb party chae wanted me to go to,” you answer, waving your hand like it was nothing important. 

megan tilts her head to the side in the way that makes her look like a puppy, her eyes big and wonderingly. “i thought you didn't go to parties?” 

“i don't,” you reply. “but she convinced me.” 

megan nods, her eyes following you as you move across the apartment. before you leave the living room, she speaks up again. 

“call me if you need anything,” she says without thinking.

you pause. why the hell would she say that of all things? would she even answer if you tried? she didn't answer any other time, so why would she even say that? 

in the end, you just nod and give a short response. “okay, thanks.” before leaving the apartment.

immediately once you reach the frat house you are met with loud music, smoke from cigarettes and joints mixed, and the smell of alcohol everywhere. walking inside, it's chaos. like. chaos. with the amount of people and limited space, it was a given this was going to be crowded. but you didn't think like this.

“yn!!”

you look over to see chaewon rushing towards you, enveloping you in a big hug before pulling away.

“you actually made it!” she grins widely.

“yeah,” you respond with a nod. “i guess.”

“let's get you a drink!” chaewon grabs your hand before you can answer, dragging you to the kitchen where the drinks were. 

“chae i don't think i should–”

“shhhh!” chaewon presses her index finger against your lips. “this is a party! you're going to have fun!” 

“okay,” you sigh.

you don't watch as chaewon makes your drink. mixing alcohols with soda before handing it over to you.

“cheers!” 

you don't know what time it is, probably past one in the morning as the party was starting to slowly quiet down. but it was still far from quiet. the music was loud in your ears, people talking bundled in between, and the sound of your heartbeat rushing all throughout. 

“hey, yn!” 

you look up from the cup in your hands to see eric, a friend of megan’s who was on the baseball team. you had only met him a couple of times, but he appeared to always be nice to you. 

“hey.”  you reply, a small smile on your face.

“are you alright?” eric asks, looking over you and being able to tell you were drunk by now. 

“peachy.” you answer, taking a sip of your drink.

he hums, nodding his head. “so no megan tonight? i thought you two were like, close now.”

“well,” you start, then take a pause. “i’m just helping her recover. she’ll probably forget i exist once she's fine.” you finish, looking back down at your cup.

“ah.” eric nods, finishing his drink and tossing the empty cup aside. “well, do you wanna know what it's like to not be a second choice?” 

“wh–” before you can get the words out, eric has you trapped between the wall and him, his arms on either side of you as he peers down at you. “eric, what are you–”

“you and i both know she's just using you ‘cause you're convenient. how many times has she bailed on you since you started helping her?” 

the question makes your mouth go dry. you don't even want to answer, but the truth comes out before you can think. “almost every time,” you answer quietly.

eric nods, his eyes dark but somehow soft as he looks at you. “exactly,” he says. “how many times have you tried, and how many times has she ignored it? almost every time. you don't deserve someone like that, yn.” 

his hand moves to cup your cheek, and you realize what he's doing. the only thing? part of you believes it. it was true, you’ve tried over and over again and got nothing in return. and still, you couldn't let go of her. 

shaking your head, you swallow the lump in your throat and respond. “i can't let go of her. i can't.”

“then let me show you how.”

it goes down within seconds. one second he's leaning in, one second his lips touch yours, one second he's off of you, and the last second you're met with the familiar soft brown puppy eyes staring into yours. 

“yn? yn, are you okay?”

you blink a few times, knocked out of your haze when you hear her clearly, and you look up at her with tears in the corners of your eyes. 

“megan.” your voice cracks as you say her name, the tears threatening to leave your eyes.

you throw your arms around the athlete, and she stumbles back a step, grabbing onto you as you cling onto her like she's the only thing keeping you from falling apart. her heart breaks at the sight of you, and she feels her chest tightening and twisting. she didn't hear the conversation between you and eric, but she saw enough. she couldn't think before her fist connected with his face, or maybe she didn't think to think before she did it. she just acted and did it. 

“let's go home, okay?” she says in a hushed voice that only you can hear. “can you walk?”

“i-i-he-i-” you can't get any words out, and megan takes that as a sign that you aren't even sure what's going on completely, hearing you mumble incoherently and smelling the alcohol on you. 

“okay, we're going. don't worry." megan takes her jacket off, hooking it over your shoulders along with her beanie, securing it on your head. she takes a breath before picking you up bridal style and slowly making her way out of the house. 

the air is chilly and cold the second megan steps outside with you in her arms, and you instinctively wrap your arms around her neck and nuzzle against her. she holds you closer to her as she starts to walk back to the apartment. thankfully it wasn't too far, but she was staggering a little bit after having to walk this much with just getting the crutches off. she glances down at you every now and then, your eyes closed as you rest your head against her chest, but your grip on her tight, as if you were worried she would let go.

once getting to the apartment, megan unlocks the door and steps inside. the lights are still on from her rushing out after getting the call from changmin that you disappeared out of sight from everyone, and your face scrunches up at the brightness, making you burrow further into the girl. she goes straight to your room, laying you down on the bed and pulling the blanket over you. she turns to leave, but you grab her wrist, making her stop.

“stay with me?” your voice is so quiet, megan can barely hear you. “just this once, please.”

megan hesitates, her heart clenching at your words. after a moment, she complies, laying down next to you and pulling the blanket over you both. you roll over onto your side, draping your arm across her as she lays on her back, making her eyes go wide as she looks over at you. you don't even know what you're doing to her. 

“yn?” she whispers softly.

“mm?” you hum, your eyes closed and your breathing finally even. 

“i think i’m in love with you.” 

megan waits, expecting you to suddenly become sober and kick her out. but you don't. you put your face in her neck, whispering against her skin.

“i know.” and you press a little kiss on her neck.

megan’s breath catches in her throat, and when she glances over at you again, you're asleep. she lets out a quiet sigh, her eyes not leaving you as you sleep peacefully. 

when you wake up the next morning, you're hungover beyond belief. your head is pounding, you have bags under your eyes, you're dehydrated. you feel like you're dead. 

the sun is peeking through the curtain, and you know you’ve already missed your classes. you move around, and that's when you notice the jacket around your shoulders. you take the beanie off your head and look at it, recognizing both items as megan’s. but she wasn't in the room.

what the hell happened last night?

you slowly get up and leave your room, seeing megan sitting on the couch seemingly oblivious to everything. her head turns when she hears you, and she smiles a bit.

“morning, or afternoon, i guess.” she chuckles lightly. 

“what happened last night?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with your hand. 

“changmin brought you back from the party i guess. i was already asleep.” megan shrugs, looking back at the tv. 

“oh.” you let out. 

part of megan is grateful you don't remember last night. and another part of her wishes you remembered so maybe you’d have a better liking of her. she just hopes that no one saw (everyone saw) and that no one tells you the truth. but she can't help but notice the tone in your voice when you respond. you sound disappointed almost, like you were hoping it was her who brought you back instead of changmin. but she couldn't admit the truth, she couldn't. 

“do you want some coffee? i’ve already missed my classes.” you yawn, walking to the kitchen.

“sure.” megan responds. 

you make the coffees without thinking of the party again. you don't entirely believe megan, but you would accept it. if it was changmin, at least you trusted him the most out of your guy friends. but that didn't explain her jacket on your shoulders or her beanie on your head. but you don't question it. you know better than to. questioning only led to arguments. you knew that. so you kept quiet. like you always do.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you were going to lose your mind. or completely break down, whichever would come first. you were beyond stressed as it was heading into exams before winter break, and with your multiple classes, you were also exhausted. 

you were getting snappy with people, or just straight up not talking. you weren't sleeping well, passing out on the couch whenever you would get back to the apartment as soon as your head would hit the pillow. you weren't eating much, either. all of which were noticed by megan. 

despite telling her she could leave once her crutches were removed, she stayed. you don't know or ask why, but part of you likes having her around. even if it wouldn't last forever or much longer, it was nice for now. 

you walk into the apartment with a long sigh, kicking your shoes off and putting your bag down. when you take a moment to breathe, you smell popcorn. with furrowed eyebrows, you walk into the living room and are met with megan on the couch, scrolling on her phone with a hoodie and sweatpants on, the hood over her head. you instantly spot the bowls of popcorn on the coffee table, and the tv is on netflix’s home screen. 

megan looks up when she hears your footsteps, and she smiles, putting her phone down. “hey!” 

“hey,” you respond. “what is all this?” 

“well i noticed that you’ve been super stressed recently, and you clearly need a break. so to make up for it never happening, here is our movie night,” she tells you, holding her arms out wide. 

you blink a few times, glancing around. “really?” you ask.

“yeah.” megan nods. “we can watch whatever you want. i also got some other snacks in these bags.” she holds up a convenience store bag. 

you don't know what you expected, but it wasn't this. you didn't expect her to notice you’ve been stressed. you didn't expect her to do the movie night after she forgot the last time. but that was one thing about megan, she didn't do what you expected. because she wasn't like anyone else. she cared, even if she struggled to show it off. even if you couldn't see it.

“thank you,” you murmur, fiddling with the string of your hoodie. 

megan doesn't respond for a moment, taken aback by you suddenly being quiet as you glance around the room once more. she can tell you're surprised, and she was hoping that was a good thing.

“of course.” she smiles. “c’mon, you can pick the first movie.” she pats the spot next to her on the couch.

you sit down beside her and she hands you the remote, and you begin scrolling through netflix as she opens the bags of candy she got. you quickly find a movie and press play before setting the remote back down and leaning back against the couch. 

“what did you put on?” megan asks.

“scream six,” you answer, grabbing a bag of candy.

“there's six of them?” megan says genuinely.

“yeah.” you nod, popping a piece of candy in your mouth. “this one they're in new york.”

“what?” megan lets out. “i thought–”

“yeah, but this one is in new york because they wanted out of woodsboro.” you cut her off. “if you’ve seen five you would understand. it's the same four main cast from five. but hayden panettiere came back for this one. she ‘died’ in four, but i had a feeling she was still alive. i didn't think they'd get her back for it, though.” 

megan blinks a few times, surprised. this is easily the most you've talked about something. something you obviously are interested in, and she just stares like an idiot as you continue to go on about the movie, essentially explaining the fifth movie so that she would understand this one. she doesn't even notice you’ve stopped talking now, realizing the movie has started when she hears the music, and she turns to the tv, hoping you didn't notice her staring. 

roughly an hour into the movie you start feeling tired. it had already been a long day for you, but you didn't want to refuse megan when it was clear she put work into this. she was obviously trying to make you feel better. and surprisingly, it was working. you were distracted just long enough to make you forget about everything. 

“you know,” you start, making megan look over at you. “the last time i did this was with my mom. we watched disney movies all night long. and then my parents took me to disneyland for my birthday ‘cause i loved disney so much. i thought everything was okay, but she was gone the day we were supposed to go back home.” 

megan’s eyes go wide at your words, freezing in her spot. “yn…” she says softly. “i’m sorry, i-i wouldn't have–”

“it's okay,” you cut her off, shaking your head. “i’m enjoying this…a lot. i really appreciate you doing this for me.” your voice goes quieter the longer you speak. “no one else has ever done this.”

megan frowns, barely being able to hear your last sentence, but she does. she does and it makes her heart ache thinking that no one has even bothered trying, and how sentimental this was for you. hesitantly, she reaches her hand to yours, gently holding it. “i'm glad i was the first, then.”

you look over at her when she grabs your hand, her touch warm. you give a small smile, and move closer to her and rest your head on her shoulder. megan’s breath catches, and she prays you don't notice. 

“thank you,” you whisper quietly. “i really needed this.”

“of course.” megan replies, squeezing your hand gently. 

when megan looks down at you a few seconds later, you're asleep. head still on her shoulder, hand still holding hers. finally, you're sleeping after barely getting a couple of hours over the past two days. you look so peaceful like this, megan thinks to herself. it's the only time she didn't see your eyebrows scrunched together, or your eyes rolling every other sentence. you were content, and that hadn't happened in a while. 

the movie isn't finished, but megan turns it off along with the tv. she glances down at you again, you're  still sleeping soundly. 

“guess i’m stuck here.” megan murmurs.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

okay, now you were going to lose it. if things could get worse, you would explode soon. you got through most of your exams, the only one left being the most important one. and you were not prepared for it in the slightest. you were going to fail, it was probably going to happen. you didn't have any optimism going into it. 

to make matters worse, you found yourself distracted. distracted by megan. she was still in the apartment, and the longer she was there, you realized it.

you were in love with megan skiendiel.

it left a sour taste when it dawned upon you one day. you woke up late and she had made breakfast for you two, and insisted that you eat 'cause she knew you hadn't been eating a lot recently. as you ate in silence, you kept glancing at her. and when her eyes met yours, you quickly looked away, your face heating up. you knew then that you were too far gone. 

but that didn't change the way you still hated her. you hated her for playing with your feelings. going from caring to disappearing at times. doing movie nights but forgetting half of them and not showing up until the next morning. not celebrating your birthday when you celebrated hers, making her a cake that was left untouched because she didn't show up. and when you found out she wasn't doing her physical therapy exercises and scolded her for it, she made the mistake of saying “you're acting like a mom, chill out.” 

that was the final straw. 

you never liked being compared to your mother, or any type of figure like that. your mom abandoned you and never came back. you were far from that. so what gave megan the right to even say that when you told her about your mom and how things went down? you weren't like your mother. you did everything to not be your mother. so when you were told it, it's as if everything came crashing down at once.

“where are you going?” megan asks from her seat on the couch as you walk out of your room, clearly dressed up for something. 

“i’m going out,” you answer shortly, grabbing your phone off the coffee table. 

“where?” megan continues. 

“out.” you emphasize, finding your jacket in the dining room and slinging it over your shoulders. “i need out of this fucking house.”

megan’s eyebrows furrowed together at your words. you're upset. she can tell that much, but not what it's about. was it what she said earlier? she didn't think it would cause this to happen. 

you're walking to the front door when you hear the quick footsteps behind you, and you feel a hand grab your wrist. megan swiftly turns you around and pulls you into her arms. and you freeze. 

what the fuck is she doing?

“let go,” you grumble, trying to pry yourself out of her grip. but she's far stronger than you, easily being able to keep you in her arms like it was nothing. 

“not until you tell me what's wrong,” megan says, her voice quiet and soft. 

“let go, megan,” you try again. “fucking let me go!” you scream, starting to thrash against her. 

megan stands there as you slap her chest trying to free yourself from her, seeing the tears already starting to trail down your cheeks. 

“i’m not letting go again,” she says. 

“you fucking–”

“i know.” she cuts you off. “just let it out, you’ll feel better.” 

“fuck you,” you sob, finally breaking down and slouching against her. “fuck you.” 

megan doesn't say anything more, just wrapping her arms around you and holding you close to her, pressing a little kiss on your head. the action only causes you to sob louder, staining her shirt with tears, but neither of you care. 

“i can't do this,” you manage to get out through your cries. “i’m not–i can't.”

“it's okay,” megan tells you. “you're okay, i promise.” 

“i hate you.”

“i know.” 

you bring your head away from her chest, looking up at her with red, bloodshot eyes. “i hate you so much.”

“and i love you.” 

you freeze. your eyes are wide now, looking at her with shock at the words that left her mouth and how nonchalantly she said them. did she mean that? or was she just saying it to get you to calm down? she didn't love you, she couldn't. 

“no you don't.” you shake your head as your voice cracks, tears immediately building in your eyes again. 

“i do,” megan says.

“don't say that.” you continue to shake your head. “you don't mean that.”

“i do.” megan’s hand cups your cheek, her thumb wiping away the tears gently. “i do. i swear to god, i do, yn.” 

you stare back into her eyes that are practically pleading. she's serious. you know she is, but do you really want to go through what you did once already? could you handle it again?

“what about–”

“i don't give two shits about any of them,” megan cuts you off. “i wanted you. this whole time i have. this whole time i’ve been trying so fucking hard and you kept pushing me away–”

“you were running off to fuck other girls! how was i supposed to feel?!” you interject, more tears rolling down your cheeks. “you never showed up. i’ve done everything for you and i’ve gotten nothing in return. now you love me?” 

“i made the kimchi jjigae on your birthday,” megan blurts out. “i talked to a friend and she gave me the recipe. i told kazuha to tell you that she made it.” 

“what?” you blink. 

“i-i remembered the first morning i was here and you said that was your favorite food but you hadn't had it in a really long time,” she says, starting to stumble over her words. “i-i got the necklace too, and t-the flowers. you told me that despite being cliche, roses were your favorite. fuck, i brought you home from that party and confessed but you were too drunk to remember and i left before you woke up because i knew you would never see me in that way.” she rambles.

you glance down at yourself, realizing you're wearing the exact necklace she's talking about. looking back at her, you take a shaky breath.

“you're serious?” you hesitantly ask.

“yeah.” she nods. “i totally get it if you think i’m lying or talking out of my ass but–”

megan’s interrupted by you kissing her. her eyes go wide and it takes her a second to process what's going on before she kisses back. your lips mold against hers perfectly, and she can faintly taste the lip gloss you put on beforehand, making her sigh into the kiss. your arms hook around her neck, pulling her closer to you as her hands slide down to your waist. 

when you two pull away, you're breathless, looking up at her with bright eyes and a small smile on your face. megan stares down at you with wide eyes, making you giggle softly.

“you're like a puppy, you know that?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

“i’ve been told that before, yes.” megan nods. 

“it's cute,” you mumble. 

one of megan’s eyebrows raised, a smile forming on her lips. “you think i’m cute?” she asks teasingly. 

“don't start.” you shake your head. 

“sorry.” she smiles wider. a moment of silence passes over before she speaks again. “you still gonna go out?”

“no,” you answer. “i’m staying.”

“good.” megan pecks your lips, practically grinning now. “you wanna make a cake?”

“what?” you let out confused.

“well, i was originally going to tell you with a cake,” megan starts. “but i didn't get that far.” she laughs nervously.

“you were gonna make me a cake to confess to me?” you question.

“yeah.” megan nods, her face red.

“that's so sweet,” you murmur softly. “no one has made a cake for me, not even on my birthday.”

megan’s grip on you tightens slightly. “well get used to it,” she says, her voice genuine. “because i’m not letting you go.” 

“you better mean that.” you respond, but looking into her eyes, you know she does. 

“you know i do.” she smiles.

“yeah, i do.” you smile back.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“the queen has returned!”

chaewon bursts in through the front door, yelling like she owns the place. you and megan were asleep on the couch, until she busted in like the police.

“yn! where are–holy shit!” chaewon gasps dramatically when she spots you and megan cuddled on the couch laid down. she stares at you two with her jaw dropped, waiting for you to say something. 

“chae, don't–” you start, but are cut off again.

“i knew it!” she exclaims. “i fucking knew it!” she laughs happily. “i don't want to say it but i told you so!”

“whatever.” you grumble, curling into megan more.

megan’s arms are securely wrapped around you, bringing you closer to her when you cuddle into her further. she just giggles lightly at your response. “hi chae! how's dani?”

“bored as hell without her ‘partner in crime’ she calls you,” chaewon answers, setting her bag down and kicking off her shoes. “but she's amazing!”

“don't start.” you tell the korean, already hearing enough over the past few months. 

“you're just upset it took you way longer to get in a relationship than me!” chaewon retorts, sitting on the lounge chair. “you should be grateful! i set all this up!”

“...what?”

chaewon freezes, realizing what she just said. “uhm, well! you see–”

you lift your head off megan’s chest to look at chaewon properly. “are you saying you told daniela to bring megan to me?” 

“yes.” megan answers for chaewon. “well, i-i technically asked.”

“what?” now you look at megan with confusion. 

“i’ve had a crush on you for so long and then you didn't even know who i was when i asked if you wanted to come to the game so when i tore my acl i asked if i could be brought to you to help.” megan replies, mumbling fast. 

you blink a few times. “wait. you're saying you’ve had a crush on me since before all this?”

“yeah.” megan mumbles with a nod, her fingers playing with your shirt. 

“that is so sweet.” you say, making megan look at you. you cup her face with your hands, smiling at her. “you're so sweet, megs. you know that?” 

megan just shakes her head, not trusting her voice to speak for her. your smile only grows bigger and you press a quick kiss on her lips. “i’m glad you asked.” you say. 

“get a room!” chaewon yells.

“shut up!” you throw a pillow at her making her yell again. 

megan just looks up at you with a smile as you start bickering with chaewon. she's glad she asked too. because then she wouldn't have officially met you, she probably would've recovered a lot slower, and you got to become hers. she will always be grateful for that.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“can you believe you first swore you would never see a lacrosse game?” chaewon laughs as she sits beside you on the bleachers.

“shut up.” you retort. 

“hey, at least you bagged the lacrosse star!” chaewon shoved your shoulder gently.

“yeah.” you nod, rolling your eyes.

as if on cue, megan walks out onto the field. she scans over the bleachers for a second, and she grins when she sees you, waving her stick around like she did at the first game you went to. the only difference was the smile you had planted on your face rather than a scowl. you wave back to her, and her smile somehow grows wider before she hurries off to the rest of the team.

“losers.” chaewon says with a laugh.

“says you.” you reply. “you abandoned me with her so you could stay with daniela, loser.”

“and that got you what you have now.” chaewon just smiles.

“you–”

you're cut off by the whistle blowing, and the match starts. you still didn't completely understand the sport, and megan wasn't the greatest at explaining what her actual position was. ‘uh, everything kinda?’ were her words when you asked what she did as a midfielder. but, you knew enough to not be bored the whole time. that being said, it was also easy when you were only paying attention to one player.

every time megan scored a point, the crowd would cheer. but her eyes always seemed to find you past her helmet, grinning widely showing her whisker dimples. you couldn't deny it, she looked incredibly happy on the field. you could tell that this was her passion, what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. and a warm feeling radiated through your chest as the whistle blew signaling the home team had won. 

you stand up along with chaewon, clapping happily as megan comes running forward to you. she takes her helmet off and leans against the bleachers, grinning at you. 

“see? told you i’d play better with you watching.” she says to you.

“uh-huh.” you nod, cupping her face in your hands. “whatever you say, loser.”

you lean in and press your lips against hers. and despite the cheering and clapping around you, it felt like it was just you two in the moment. and when you pull away, you have a matching smile on your face.

“you wanna go and get something to eat?” you ask, fixing her messy hair from the helmet. 

“like, out?” megan asks.

“yeah. my treat.” you respond, smiling at her.

“hell yeah.” megan smiles back. 

“good.” you kiss her cheek. 

megan hurries off the field to go to the locker rooms and change, which is when you part ways with chaewon as you head back into the school. 

looking down at your phone while waiting for megan, you don't even hear her coming from behind until a pair of arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground to spin you around making you let out a yelp of surprise.

“sorry! i had to!” megan laughs before putting you down. “did you see me out there?”

“i saw everything.” you answer, putting your phone away in your pocket. “you were great, mei.” 

“it's all ‘cause of you.” she says smoothly, her arms wrapping around your waist. “i wouldn't have done it without you.”

your cheeks heat up at her words, and you shake your head, hooking your arms around her neck. “i suppose that's true,” you pause. “you don't regret asking me and not someone else?”

“not one bit.” megan answers without hesitation. “i don't regret anything. except the dumb decisions i made, those definitely.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “yeah, i’m sure.” 

“yn?” she says.

“hm?” you peer up at her.

“i love you.” 

your eyes softened, a small smile curling on your lips. “i love you too, loser.” 

[spiderb00]

Soooo first if all sorry for being MIA 😅

Second I had a dream where I was a single parent and dating sophia and was wondering how would every member be with a larger that has a child?

- 6’3 anon

Manon was very scared at first; she really wasn't prepared for the responsibility of having a child around. Unfortunately - or fortunately - she is too in love with you for that to be a problem for her.

She will learn to deal with your motherhood routine and will probably make some mistakes until she gets used to everything. But she is past the scared phase, and now she is simply a silly mother.

Sophia is in love! She wants to be a mother, she's sure of it, but she knows it can't happen now, with her career going so well. So when you arrive, giving her everything she wants, she's falling madly in love with the family you're going to build.

She is definitely a strict and loving mother. The moment she comes in your life, you know she's going to organize everything her way. And you and your kid love that.

Daniela is a little scared at first. She knows that being a mother is a huge responsibility, and she doesn't want to ruin everything you've built with your kid. She's afraid to get close, but little by little, she understands the whole situation, and learns to love you and your child.

She would definitely be THE LATINA MOTHER, she loves you guys a lot, but she'll fight with you as many times as she needs to.

Lara is scared, she is too young, the poor girl is only 19, she is definitely not ready for this. Maybe the two of you will drift apart a bit, maybe Lara will ask you to give her time to process everything.

She certainly realizes that it's hard for you too, she can't help thinking about you all the time. She probably ends up having conversations with you, so that you two can understand each other and see the best way to make this work.

Megan will also be scared, damn it, she's 19, guys!!! But when she started spending time with you and your kid, she began to love every moment.

She'll definitely get along great with your kid. They'll play Roblox together and probably exclude you if you don't know how to play with them.

[aijunbi]

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៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( SOPHIA LAFORTEZA )

"SOPH,"

sophia looks up from her phone and was immediately greeted by the sight of you holding up sanrio hair clips. she laughs and puts her phone aside, giving you her full undivided attention. "what're you gonna do with them, sweetheart?" she asks as she reached out to gently tug on your wrist to get you to sit on her lap.

"i wanted to put them on you," you elaborated while settling your knees on either side of her lap. "i think they'll look cute all over your hair."

"mm, yeah?" sophia tilts her head and you felt her hand cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. "go ahead. i trust your opinion," she says after pulling away. you smile widely as you spend the next five minutes decorating her hair with sparkly and childish clips, occasionally pulling back to look at your work.

once done, you pull out your phone and told her to pose for a quick picture, making it your wallpaper as soon as it saved. "you look so cute," you complimented as you kissed her lips again, your thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, her hands rubbing your sides in an up and down motion.

"you're cuter, pretty girl," she mumbles against your lips, making you giggle slightly. "you're the most stunning girl i've ever seen, your gorgeous–"

"okay! enough!"

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MERET MANON )

"MANON!"

manon, in the living room with the kats, heard you call her name from her bedroom. she excuses herself and walk down the hallway to her room where she sees you holding up two hoodies, both belonging to her.

"which one can i wear?" you ask.

"whichever one you like. you're my girlfriend," manon replies.

"well, i know, but which one do you like better?—and don't say in a birthday suit like last time..." manon chuckles and trudged further into the room, her hand reaching out to a coffee colored hoodie. "this one," she says. you nod and put back the other hoodie wherever you found it, pulling the one she chose over your head and letting the warmth of the soft material envelope you.

manon didn't say anything after you did, her eyes only staring at you with an unreadable gaze. "why are you looking at me like that?" you question her, now feeling a bit shy after realizing that you are now her center of attention.

she shakes her head and her hands wrap themselves around your waist to pull your body flush against hers, her lips instinctively landing on yours. "no reason. you just look so beautiful."

"you always say that," you laughed, letting your own arms wrap around her neck. "it's true, no?" she smiles before kissing you again.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( DANIELA AVANZINI )

"DANI?"

"yes, amor?" she responds just as quick as you called her name, her eyes drifting upwards from the book she was currently reading. you looked giddy and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "you seem... happy."

"very," you confirmed with a nod of your head. you lifted up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal a small, funny tattoo you got as a punishment from losing a bet—but was it really a punishment if you enjoyed it a little too much?

daniela's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she took in the tattoo on your arm. "y/n... you're crazy," was the only thing she had to say. you laugh at her reaction, plopping down on the spot next to her. "it's only a bet punishment, baby."

"that's even worse, oh my gosh. over a bet? really?" she leans in close to examine your new tattoo, the decision of supporting it or being against it weighing down on one another. you merely shrug. "but i like it, so that's all that matters, right?" you ask.

daniela looks up at you, the decisions still visibly wavering between her eyes. "i mean it looks good on you," she starts, "but why that tattoo out of literally anything else?"

"it's still a punishment."

"now you just look like a loser." it earns her a smack on the arm, and she apologizes with a chaste kiss to your lips.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( LARA RAJ )

lara was trying to produce a new beat for a personal music project since she was bored on her day off. she toyed around with the instrumentals and attempted to write down some lyrics but ended up laughing at how silly she sounded trying to diss 'dogsear.'

"LARA?"

she looks up from her screen to her bedrooms door, a smile gracing her lips as soon as her eyes land on you. "hey, pretty," she says, motioning you to join her on her bed. you comply without hesitation and climbed on to bed, setting yourself down on her lap, her hands instantly latching on your hips.

"are you making a new song?" you question curiously. lara nods, removing one hand from your body to the trackpad, moving the cursor around on the screen. "mhm. i'm trying to diss dogsear but i'm failing so far," she laughs softly, her breath just fanning over your ear.

"let me hear," you insisted. she presses play and the music started playing. you were liking the song so far but when it got to the rap part, lara was just laughing into the microphone as she couldn't sing the lyrics without doing so. "wow, you really are failing," you said teasingly.

"should i write a song about you? maybe then i'll give it my all." she turns your head to face her after holding your chin between her thumb and index finger, her lips lingering above yours. "maybe you should. and maybe then i'll listen to it," you playfully yet quietly suggest.

"you got yourself a deal, beautiful." with that, she leans in and captured your lips in a deep kiss, you reciprocating in the exact same way.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL )

"MEGAN!"

"it's not my fault!" megan exclaims for the millionth time, her eyes scrunching up more every time her character falls down. you were currently playing a two player obby with megan, something you wanted to do after she bragged about being such an advanced player, which you found out to be a total lie.

she sucks, she really does, but seeing the slightly upset– and cute –expression on her face just makes up for it. even if you're getting mad yourself. "it's the faulty update! i'm never this bad!" she whines, her hands shaking her ipad around in frustration.

"i thought you were 'so good' at this game," you said with air quotations. "what else are you gonna lie about? having fake headless?" megan loudly gasps at your statement, her hand clutching her chest.

"how could you say that? my headless is legit!" she complains. you raised an eyebrow, not trusting her words. "playing any obby game with you is like trust trading in adopt me." to megan, that was a next level insult.

she tackles you down onto the bed, her hands pinning down both of your wrists on either side of your head. "that is a sensitive topic, you know," she muttered lowly. you playfully rolled your eyes. "you say that about anything that backfires on you–"

she shuts you up with a kiss, pulling back with a smug grin once she saw your flustered state. "you were saying?"

"you're terrible at anything but kissing me," you corrected yourself. she snickers and kissed you again, softer this time. "i'll take it."

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( JEUNG YOONCHAE )

"YOONCHAE!"

a familiar voice calls for her backstage and she smiles right away, turning around on her heels to be engulfed into a hug from you. she holds you close without any second thought, her fingers clasped behind your back.

"you didn't tell me you were already back in la," you grumbled into her shoulder. she laughs quietly, her hands carding through your hair. she often finds herself missing the soft feeling of your hair between her fingers whenever she was on a trip for events.

"i wanted to surprise you," she mumbled softly, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "you know, 'cause you're always complaining about me being gone for too long."

"that doesn't matter," you groused. yoonchae only laughs more, hugging and squeezing you tighter. "but i promise, after today's show, i have a whole month off."

"really? you're serious?" you ask, a smile breaking out. she nods and holds up her pinky finger to promise you her words, and your heart couldn't help but melt a little. you return the gesture, your pinky interlocked with hers. she brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles, making you feel a little warm inside as a result to her actions.

"you're cute when you're blushing," yoonchae suddenly spoke up, making you chuckle. "like really cute," she adds. "so cute, i might have to soft launch you on instagram."

"we should do that. like literally, we should." the look in your eyes tell yoonchae you really weren't joking. "okay, we'll do that when i finish my last performance," she vowed.

─── ᶻz it's like a 𝓹olaroid 𝓵ove the 𝓬heesy feeling 𝓸f love

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[meiyokbf]

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[nakylvr]

how do u think g!p megan would like to receive head 💭💞

honestly she loves when you take your time with it. making sure she feels everything that you do, going slow but not in a teasing or torturous way. she can never look away from you when you give her head, her hand pushing your hair out of your face and gently pulling it back so she can see your pretty face and eyes as you keep eye contact with her. she lets out breathy moans and whines the whole time, getting louder the closer she gets to cumming. she twitches every time you lick up her shaft or kiss her leaking tip, she gasps whenever you take her fully in your mouth feeling her press the back of your throat and her eyes roll back. she can barely get any words out if you ask her where she wants to cum, but you know she'll always want to do it on your face when she cant answer. and she lets out a long whine when she cums, her head falling back and her jaw slack. she whimpers through her aftershocks, twitching as you pull away, but always managing to murmur out a soft "thank you".

[nakylvr]

sleeping next to perv best friend megan who cant help be so turned on at the sight of you sleeping even with ur back turned which leads to her jerking herself off and may accidentally cum on the back of your shorts

ohh 🙂‍↕️ having absolutely no clue how she feels about you and you two have had sleepovers since forever, so obviously she keeps agreeing to them just so she can be next to you. shes such a perv that seeing you sleeping even on your side back turned to her mind wanders and she ends up getting a boner in the middle of the night. she doesn't even care if you're fully asleep, shes pulling her sweats down just enough for her cock to be freed, spitting on her hand before starting to jerk herself off as quietly and quickly as possible. she has to bite down into the collar of her hoodie to muffle her noises, too horny to notice if you've woken up or not as she tries so hard to get herself to cum. if you don't, she'll probably end up cumming on the back of your shorts on accident. if you do? she freezes, but when you look over at her she's shamelessly begging for you to help her out

[nakylvr]

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sending daddy megan this kind of vid while she’s at work 😞😞

wait yes ☹️ especially if she's staying a little longer than usual to get back home so you send a little video with a message saying "we miss you :(" and when she opens it she just melts. she does everything in her power to get home quicker to you two, and she probably saves the video to her phone so she can watch it later whenever she wants to see you guys and shes away. she responds with "i miss you guys too :( promise to be home soon" and she ends up leaving early cause priorities are always you and the baby and you both come first before anything. and when she gets home she just wraps her arms around you murmuring how much she missed you two. even if she's exhausted she'll make sure she takes care of you both, helping put the baby to sleep and ordering takeout for you and her once the baby is asleep, watching tv in bed until you fall asleep. she knows she works a lot, but she loves you two more than anything else, and she'll always express that even if she's had the worst day ever, she always feels better when she sees you two.

[nakylvr]

oh and spidey megs finds the most absurd positions to fuck in, with the whole super adhesive body thing🩷 i know her corny ass has one named the “reverse upside-down spider megan special”, and she definitely makes you say the wholeee thing before she actually starts fucking you! it’s kinda hot in a weird way

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ohmygod yes 😭 shes so lame and such a loser but it manages to be hot and turn you on also cause she will literally put you in any position she can possibly think of and put you in (totally not cause of the porn she watches or anything.). shes just naturally flexible, and the super adhesive stuff makes it x10, and yes she will come up with names for the positions like it's so weird but so hot?? it makes your head spin when she's peering down at you telling you to say what you really want, or else she won't give you anything. so you say it and she just smiles before fucking you senseless. she also will fuck you on any surface or anywhere. when she gets horny she will pull you into any secluded area even just for a quick blowjob, since it's so difficult for her to not show she's hard with her massive print, and the fact that she won't give up until you give in.

[nakylvr]

— FILL THE VOID

daniela avanzini x fem!reader x megan skiendiel

summary: you've been aware of megan's "little crush" on you over the past few years, honestly finding it endearing and cute. after talking with daniela about trying something, things take a turn.

warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, threesome, established relationship (dani & reader), g!p meizini, riding, effiel towering, cumming inside (multiple times), switch!reader, switch!megan, dom!daniela, recording during sex, mami kink

part of the substance series

wc: 2,6 k

minors dni

im so sorry for how long this took but uh i hope you guys like it 😓 i kept editing it so this is the final product 😖

sitting on the couch in between daniela and megan, the three of you were watching some dumb movie daniela wanted to watch. but none of you were really watching. you kept catching megan trying to take terrible sneaky glances at you, poorly acting like she wasn't doing anything when you look over at her.

you’d been aware of her “little” crush on you a bit after you started dating dani. megan was adorably obvious about it. trying to sneakily look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention, getting hard around you showing her visible print in her pants when you wore something a little too provocative, her eyes trailing your body only to turn bright red whenever you would even merely touch her arm. it was honestly endearing and cute.

you also knew she was way too shy to do anything about it. dani was her best friend, and you were dating dani. which meant you were off limits. she knew that. so why would she even try?

you look over at the ginger from the corner of your eye, seeing her gaze already on you. you then take a look at dani, who just nods her head giving you the okay.

“y’know, megs,” you start, causing her to look at you. “i really think you should go back to the dark hair.” your hand moves to push a strand of her hair out of her face.

“huh?” megan lets out, her face instantly turning red. “you think?”

“yeah.” you nod, your hand moving down to her shoulder. “i love the ginger, but i miss your natural look.”

“well–uh–thanks,” megan manages to get out, confused as to what's happening. within the second your leg is hooking over hers to straddle her and trap her, making her eyes go wide. “wh–what’re you doing?” she stammers.

“i know about your little crush on me, mei mei,” you say, your fingers fiddling with the material of her shirt on her shoulders.

“what?” she blurts out. “i mean–i don't–i would never–”

“it's okay,” you cut her off, grinding your hips against her slowly, feeling her start to get hard under you. “dani and i talked about it.” you lean in close to whisper in her ear. “you can have your way with me if you want.”

megan feels a shiver run down her spine, a pathetic whimper falling from her lips as you grind against her with more force. she looks between you and dani with a red face, trying to see if this was some kind of joke, and given by how dani hasn't freaked out yet, she assumes she's in the clear.

“really?” the ginger whispers.

“mhm,” you hum with a nod. “c’mon. you want me, don't you, mei mei?”

“yes,” she says softly.

“then do what you want for once.”

as soon as the words leave your mouth and you lean back to look at megan, she's surging closer to kiss you roughly. the action surprises you, a little noise leaving your throat as she grabs your hips tightly, dragging you against her hard cock straining against her shorts making you both moan. your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. biting down on her bottom lip, a whimper escapes her mouth when you gently tug on it and pull it back with your teeth.

parting from the kiss, a string of saliva pulls between your lips, and when you look into megan’s eyes, you feel a shiver run down your spine. her pupils are blown wide, dark and hungry with need as she breathes heavily trying to recuperate. she doesn't say a word, instead shimmying out of her shorts and boxers, making her cock spring out and slap against her stomach.

your eyes widen at the sight of her. she's bigger than you expected. not that you're complaining, you never would. but you wouldn't be able to deny the way you throbbed thinking of her inside you.

“you're so big, mei mei,” you purr, your hand moving down to give her a few strokes, smearing the precum around her tip.

“fuck…” megan breathes out, her hips jerking up.

“you wanna be inside me, meiyokie? hm?” your hand speeds up slightly, making the ginger whimper loudly.

“yes. god, yes, please.” megan nods quickly. “please.”

a smile curls on your lips at her response. pushing your shorts and panties aside, you lift your hips and slowly sink down onto her. a sharp gasp leaves your mouth as you go lower down until she's fully sheathed inside of you, and you're letting out shallow breaths. you’ve never felt this full before, feeling the younger’s dick deep in you nearly pressing against your cervix without even moving.

“oh my god.” your eyes roll back when you slowly rock against her, a moan falling from your lips. “feel so full, fuck!” you throw your head back and lift your hips up before falling back down, a moan leaving both your lips.

megan’s eyes never leave your face as you start to ride her with desperation and need. watching the way your face changes at every thrust, how your lips part when those pretty noises leave your mouth. moans leave her mouth without any care, the feeling of your warm, wet walls almost too much for her. “you feel so good, yn. holy shit!” she hisses, her hands gripping your hips tightly as you move.

“yeah?” you smile, looking down at her. “you're so big inside me, i can feel you so deep.” you pull your shirt off over your head, watching her eyes go big when you unclasp your bra and let it slip off. “you can touch me, baby,” you tell her, resting your hands on her shoulders.

a whimper leaves megan’s mouth at the petname, her face flushing red as she moves one of her shaky hands to grab your breast and gently squeeze, making you whine and arch into her. hesitantly she moves forward to your other breast, glancing up at you before wrapping her lips around your nipple and carefully sucking on it, making her sigh against your chest.

your hips stutter when you feel her begin sucking on your nipple while still squeezing and fondling your other breast, a breathy moan escaping your lips as you look down at her. you just smile at her, grasping the back of her head and pushing her closer against you as you speed up, loud moans leaving your mouth. “fuck, you're gonna make me cum!” you whine.

hearing your words, megan finally starts thrusting up into you as you go faster, moaning into your chest as she continues to suck and lick around your nipple. her eyes peer up at you, all big and pleading with tears threatening to spill. she mumbles something against you, and you have a feeling you know what she's saying given by how she's twitching and throbbing inside you.

“you gonna cum, baby?” you ask her breathlessly, trying to keep your eyes open but they end up fluttering shut when you feel her tip poke at your g-spot making you gasp. “cum inside me—fuck, please, mei mei—wan’ feel you, please, please,” you start babbling while feeling your climax approaching. your head was spinning and hazy with pleasure, and all you could think about was how you should've talked to dani about this sooner.

“what?” megan lets out, finally pulling away from your chest. “i-i don't think i should,” she manages to get out past her moans. she wants to, though. you can see it. she wants to so bad, but she also doesn't want to fuck everything up.

“please,” you beg before looking over at daniela. “please, mami, please. just this once, please.”

megan turns her head to look at daniela when you do, the latina’s pants and boxers at her ankles with her hard cock in her hand. she's breathing heavily while stroking herself, and megan feels both embarrassment and an odd sense of arousal remembering she was watching the whole thing.

“go ahead,” is all daniela says in response.

a smile grows on your face and you look back down at megan, cupping her face with your hands and kissing her deeply. you both moan against each other's lips as megan uses all her strength to jackhammer up into you, feeling your walls clench around her tightly.

“‘m gonna cum,” she mutters against your lips, whimpers leaving her mouth as she gets closer to her orgasm.

“cum for me, fill me up, please,” your voice is shaky interrupted with moans and choked gasps.

with a few more thrusts, megan lets out a long whine, her hips stilling as you feel thick ropes of her cum shoot inside you making you cum over her cock with a loud moan.

you collapse against the ginger, both of you breathing heavily trying to recover. after the waves of your orgasm pass, you're able to hear the whimpering coming from the other side of the couch. lifting your head off megan’s chest, you glance over to see dani still jerking herself off, letting out quiet whimpers and gasps.

“you need some help, mami?” you ask the latina, crawling off megan’s lap and moving towards dani.

“please, baby,” she says breathlessly, a low groan leaving her mouth when you move her hand and replace it with your own. she glances over at megan who's now staring at you two with hooded eyes, her cock twitching and getting hard again just at the sight. she suddenly grabs your wrist to stop your movements. “you wanna try something, babygirl?”

looking into her eyes, you know by now what she means when she asks that. you know each other's limits, and you know she wouldn't do anything that could make you uncomfortable. and right now? you didn't give a shit what she was about to suggest. you end up giving a nod, and she just smiles, her dimple showing.

and somehow within the next five minutes you were in the bedroom on your hands and knees with megan behind you and dani in front of you with her hand running through your hair, her phone propped against the dresser recording the scene.

“you ready, babygirl?” daniela asks you, putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail. you nod in response, glancing at her phone before up to her again, to which she just smiles softly at you. “you tell me if you wanna stop, ‘kay?”

you nod again, feeling warmth creep up on your cheeks at how soft she says the words and the position you were in, let alone being recorded. “yes, mami,” you reply.

“good girl.” she pats your cheek gently before looking at megan. she just gives the ginger a curt nod telling her to start and megan nods, putting her hands on your hips and slowly pushing inside you.

“fuck,” megan hisses, stilling once she was all the way in.

your head drops, hanging low as you feel her slide in you, your jaw slack as a whimper leaves your mouth when she slowly pulls out and pushes back into you. “oh m-my god.” your hands claw at the bedding beneath you, your voice shaky already. daniela tugs your hair to have you look up at her, a little gasp escaping your mouth at the action as you stare into her dark eyes.

daniela has your hair in one hand, and her dick in the other, peering down at you with hungry eyes. “c’mon, cariño. you're gonna be good for me, right?” she says.

“mhm,” you hum with a nod.

“then be good.” her cock prods against your lips as she looks at you expectantly. nodding shortly, your lips part and the latina pushes into your mouth, letting out a little sigh as she feels the warmth of your mouth around her. “there we go…” she whispers. “you're so beautiful, mi vida.” she breathes out. “so good f’ me.”

daniela slowly starts to push further into your mouth, a groan leaving her lips when your throat contracts to swallow around her, feeling your tongue swirl around her length. “fuck…” she sighs, pulling out a bit and thrusting back in.

by now megan has started speeding up, letting out quiet whimpers behind you trying not to sound like a total loser, but the way your walls clench around her length has her moaning pathetically. her hands rest on your hips with a tight grip as she quickens her pace, the movements causing you to take daniela’s cock further down your throat causing you to gag slightly.

“fuck yeah, baby.” daniela just smiles down at you, keeping your hair in her hand to prevent it from falling in your face. “that's my good little slut. look at you, taking both of us so well.” her voice is sweet as she talks despite her words towards you, and you moan around her causing the latina to let out a groan. “shit—do that again, baby.”

in the three years you've known both of them, you never imagined that this would happen. yeah, you thought about it once or twice before you started dating dani, but god were you thanking yourself for talking to her about it.

tears were welling in your eyes, threatening to spill as you stare up at daniela who keeps muttering praises mixed with degrading words that you can hardly even process anymore. all you can focus on is how good it feels. you're moaning and gurgling around daniela’s cock with the force of megan’s desperate pace pushing her further down your throat, saliva dribbling from the corners of your mouth.

“you look so hot, baby—fuck,” daniela’s breathing was heavier now, her dick twitching and throbbing against your tongue. “shit—i’m close.” her grip on your hair tightens as she pulls on it slightly.

“me too,” megan is barely able to get out past her moans. “f-fuck, wh-where should i–” she can't even finish without a moan coming from her at the feeling of your walls fluttering around her and squeezing her dick.

daniela looks down at you. “you want her to cum inside you again, baby?” she says, stilling her hips for a moment. you nod quickly in response, and she smiles. “my dirty girl, wanting her girlfriends best friend to cum in her—fucking slut.” she starts thrusting her hips again, getting closer to her climax while watching you. breathy moans escaped her lips now, her hips moving out of pace and frantic. “you cum when you want, baby,” she tells you.

you can barely process the words being spoken to you, merely nodding along to everything daniela says while feeling the knot in your stomach tightening and threatening to snap. you know megan’s about to cum by how desperate her movements have become and her cock throbbing inside of you, and her tip hits that spot inside you has your eyes rolling back and you're cumming on her cock, your body shaking as you let out a whine.

within the seconds of you cumming megan is right behind you, a long moan coming from her as her hips still and you feel her fill you up again. and within the minute of that daniela groans, her jaw slacks as she cums down your throat, making you swallow it all.

the three of you are panting heavily as they pull out of you and you collapse onto the bed, head hitting the pillow with a soft thump.

“you okay, baby?” daniela asks.

“mhm,” you hum with a short nod before holding your arms outstretched.

without another word, daniela lays down next to you, letting you wrap your arm over her. your other arm is still extended, and megan just sits there not knowing what to do.

“c’mere,” you mumble to the younger girl.

immediately megan crawls onto the bed on the other side of you, curling into your side. you let out a quiet giggle at how fast she moved, looking between the two girls on either side of you.

“this isn't going to be a one time thing, is it?” you ask.

“no.”

“probably not.”

[nakylvr]

teasing megan about how she doesn't have a mean bone in her body and that there's no way she can be dominant with reader until ur both alone then she shows how rough she can be how she is not a pillow princess (her words and this is her first time being dominant and has no idea what's she's doing but something takes over her)

dom!megan truthers rise ✊ happy birthday to my queen

7TH SENSE

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, dom!megan, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), orgasm denial, begging

minors dni

teasing your girlfriend was fun. mainly about how she didn't have a single mean bone in her body even if she tried to be mean, or that she could never even get near being the dominant one when it came to being alone. but, today you pushed your luck a little too far.

you two were at a friend's party, and maybe it was the environment that had started up your teasing towards megan, and maybe it was why she responded the way she did. the longer the night went on, the more you continued to tease her. you were never mean about it, but it was enough to tick her off slowly but surely. eventually, after one last comment, she snapped.

"megan, what are you-" you try to say as you get dragged by your girlfriend throughout the house, but the look she shoots at you has you quickly shutting up. she pulls you into an empty bathroom, closing and shutting the door, pressing your back up against the sink. "megan-" you try again, but before you can get anything else out of your mouth, megan kisses you with such force you can't help the little noise that comes from you at the action.

megan grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter and standing between your legs, your back almost pressing against the mirror at her pushing against you. she bites down on your lip, a quiet gasp coming from you which she takes advantage of to slide her tongue inside your mouth. your hands grasp her shirt, bundling the material in your hands as her tongue explores your mouth. her hands rest on your thighs, one of them slowly getting closer to the waistband of your shorts. her hand dips into your shorts, her fingers feeling the wet spot on your panties and pushing the material to the side. she quickly finds your clit and slowly starts rubbing circles as you finally part from the kiss to let out a quiet moan. within a few seconds, she pushes a finger in you, with a look on her face that has you getting wetter than you already were.

"f-fuck!" you gasp as she starts a rough, fast, pace of thrusting her finger in you. "megan, s-slow down,"

"oh, shut up," megan replies in a low tone. "you're the one who was just trying to irritate the shit out of me, don't try to say you weren't," she says as she pushes a second finger in. "i'm not a fucking pillow princess," she grumbles in an angry voice. "you just had to go on the whole goddamn night."

"i-i didn't–" you're cut off by a loud moan escaping your lips when she slips a second finger inside you. your hand grabs her wrist tightly, your nails digging into her skin as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you at a pace you could barely keep up with. to say you were surprised would be an understatement, considering you had rarely seen this side of her before. it had happened once, but that was a while ago, and it was for barely a minute, so honestly you didn't think it would happen again. "fuck...please, please don't stop."

"didn't what?" megan taunts. "didn't try to piss me off? look at you now, you're begging me to fuck you." she curls her fingers experimentally, a smile forming on her face at the whine you let out, making her do it again. "you like that? huh? answer me."

"yes!" you nod quickly, your eyes squeezing shut at her gaze on you falling apart because of her. "i love it, i love it so much– oh my god!–" you gasp, your hips moving trying to meet her fingers thrusts, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening.

"you're so tight around my fingers, baby." she leans closer to you, starting to suck and bite on your exposed neck, leaving dark marks that will bruise and remain for the next few days. "are you close? you wanna cum, baby?"

"please! yes, yes, please!" you cry out, not even caring about the possibility that anyone could hear you from outside the door. "please, i'm so close! please let me cum, please, i promise i'll be good, please."

leaving another bite on your neck, megan feels your walls clench around her fingers, and she knows you're close. pulling away from your neck, she grabs your cheeks with her free hand to make you look at her, stopping her fingers movements which make you whine at the feeling. she slowly removes them from you, causing your eyes to open when she holds them near your mouth.

"baby, please don't leave me like this," you whine, hoping it'll convince her. it doesn't faze her, her fingers covered in your slick still in front of your mouth waiting for you to suck on. with a whimper, you open your mouth letting her push her fingers in, sucking them clean.

when she thinks it's enough, megan pulls her fingers out of your mouth, looking at you with a small smirk. "you're gonna have to wait until we get home if you want to cum after what you pulled, that's if you're lucky. understand?" she tells you.

"yes," you whimper with a nod.

"good," she smiles at you, pushing your panties back to their normal position and fixing your skirt. "let's go back."

[spiderb00]

Nonsense - Megan Skiendiel

Megan Skiendiel X Reader 

Synopsis - Your muscles weren't the only things that grew these days, your girlfriend knows better. 

Genre – Fluff, smut (in the end)       Warnings – smut 

a/n - Idk, I just wanted to do it.  

The sloth left your body instantly after a steaming mug of coffee, and as much as you really wanted to get some more rest, you knew you couldn't. Being a 19-year-old actress, you had a very busy routine, you had interviews, red carpets, you had to memorize your lines, and now, with the second season of Percy Jackson ready to be filmed, you needed to work out and have a much healthier routine.   

From the beginning of the show, you were warned that your character would have to have a beautiful physique, as soon as the producers saw you, they said that if you had a few muscles here and there, you would be the embodiment of the character, so as a good professional, you committed yourself and immediately signed the contract for the role.   

You definitely noticed the change, even if it wasn't an exaggerated change, you noticed how your leg muscles became more beautiful and defined, as well as your back, shoulders, biceps, abdomen...   

Who had also noticed this difference was your girlfriend, and she was going crazy. Despite busy schedules, you and Megan always found a way to see each other, and the girl could swear she felt weaker every time she saw you again. Megan noticed everything, she noticed how your arms got bigger as you wrapped them around her waist, she noticed how your legs looked bigger when you wore shorts, she noticed how your shoulders looked shaped and for a few moments she even felt like biting the place. Damn, she noticed everything.   

It wasn't news to anyone that you and Megan were a couple of losers, you were really a couple of idiots trapped in hot bodies, so it was really funny for everyone around you to see how you reacted to each other, especially after your little transformation.    

Today was one of the moments, you had just left the gym, your intense workout made you feel exhausted, but not exhausted enough not to stop by your girlfriend's house. The gym was very close to the Kats' house, so you almost always stopped by after buying iced coffee and some muffins for all the girls.   

When you knocked on the door, you were greeted by a slightly sleepy Sophia, despite the sleepy face, she seemed excited to start the day, immediately pulling you inside and taking the bags from your hand.    

"At the gym again?" She asked, seeing you in gray sweatpants and a compression shirt.   

"yes, I had to go early today, I have some things to sort out today and Megan wants to go somewhere later." You said, taking off your shoes and putting your backpack on the ground.��  

"Well, at least you'll do me a favor and wake Megan up, so I won't have a pillow thrown in my direction." The Filipino girl said, making you laugh as you made your way towards your girlfriend's room.   

Opening the door after you heard a little "come in." from Lara, you put your head into the room, seeing Lara doing her makeup and your girlfriend still lying in bed scrolling on her phone.   

"Special breakfast delivery." You say, pointing toward the kitchen and heading toward your girlfriend's bed.   

"Oh, thank you Yn, you're an angel." Lara said, leaving the room and closing the door so you and Megan could have more privacy.   

As soon as the door was closed, Megan stretched her arms towards you, you approached with a slight smile on your face, lying next to the redhead and snuggling next to her. You can hear her inhale and sigh slowly.  

"Oh my god, you smell so good." She says as she tucks her face into your neck, inhaling the perfume you always wear after showering in the gym's locker rooms.   

"Stop smelling me, you weirdo, it tickles." You say, laughing and going back slightly to look into your girlfriend's eyes.   

"I can't help it, you contaminated me." Megan said, her hands going down and up your bicep, her eyes not straying from your arms around her.   

"So, I was thinking, where do you want to go tonight? I was thinking about watching a movie, you know, Wicked is in theaters, so I thought it would be cool."   

You said, expecting a response from the younger girl, unfortunately, you only received a brief "Uhum", while Megan continued to run her hands over your body.   

"Meg, are you even listening?" You said, quickly being silenced as the younger girl climbed on top of you, placing each of her legs on either side of your body.   

"Shiii." She said, approaching and attacking your lips.   

You were surprised, putting your hands on the redhead's waist and trying to follow the clumsy and hurried kiss. Megan going down the kisses down your neck, started to run her hands under your compression shirt. The girl seemed lost, and before things could reach a higher level, you thought it best to stop.   

 "Megan, the girls are home, and Lara can come in at any time." You said, trying to move the girl slightly away from you.   

Hearing Megan moan in disagreement, you laughed and used your strength to stand up still with the girl clinging to you like a baby koala.   

 "Come on little girl, let's have breakfast." You say, laughing as Megan hides her head around your neck, lightly kissing her sweet spot, your heart still racing.   

Megan was chronically online, you could have sworn the girl knew every single trend of the moment. You, on the other hand, didn't know much, your Instagram only had five photos, four of the photos were promoting your work in Percy Jackson and Booderlands, and only one was a photo of you with your friends at Comic Con. You only went on TikTok to see funny videos, video game videos, and Megan edits. So when Megan asked you to record Trend with the song "Slim Pickins" by Sabrina Carpenter, you had no idea what you had to do.   

"It's simple, you just have to put me on your shoulders." Megan said, searching your phone for the audio she would use while you were lying comfortably in your bed.   

Usually, Megan didn't post the videos you recorded together, she kept most of them in her drafts, but today she was feeling a little daring. After seeing on TikTok some videos about how one of your Co-stars was clearly trying to hit on you, Megan got mad, she knew the girl knew you had a girlfriend, everyone knew you were dating, and to see that girl try to steal you from her, oh... She was furious.   

Determined, Megan rested her phone on the table where your computer was. The camera framed your room perfectly, you could see the white walls, some movie posters and music scattered on them. With the camera pointed in front of your bed, you could also see you lying down, black and red plaid pants, which you wore as pajamas, and a simple white T-shirt, like the one from the series "The Bear". 

"Come, let's practice first." Megan said, grabbing your hands and pulling you up from the bed, receiving a grunt from you.   

"Okay, you have to put your hands on my hips, get me off the ground and put me on your shoulder." Megan said, looking at you who had a confused expression on your face, Megan thought it was cute.   

Even then you nodded positively, placing your hands on the waist of the shorter girl and preparing to lift her. When Megan noticed, her feet were no longer on the ground, and she was sitting on the right side of your shoulder, she could have sworn she was teleported, it had been so smooth that she hadn't even felt it. 

"Did I do everything right?" You asked, putting the redhead back on the ground.   

Megan was red, she knew you were strong, but she'd seen guys struggle more to put their girlfriend on their shoulders before. She underestimated you. Looking at you with slightly wide eyes, Megan nodded in affirmation, going towards the phone and pressing the button to start recording, the timer went off and soon the music could be heard around the room.   

When the cue was given, you quickly picked Megan up again, placing her with ease on your right shoulder, taking one of your hands from the redhead's waist, you gave the camera a thumbs up with a fun smile on your face. Megan laughing lightly at how cute you looked. After the video ended, you lowered Megan from your shoulder again, making the girl go towards the phone, jumping for joy when she saw the result of the video.   

"It was amazing! Thank you baby." The redhead said, approaching and giving your lips a kiss, before throwing herself on your bed, getting ready to post the recorded content. Putting a caption that she thought would put away any girl who was trying to get something from you. 

“My girl is jacked and kind.” 

You've always liked video games, and now, with season two of The Last Of Us coming up, you've decided you're going to play the game again. Today was your day off, no recordings, no interviews, just you, your video game and a Megan, who was sitting between your legs, scrolling on her phone. 

In your defense, you didn't know that the redhead was free either, so when she showed up at your door you had already turned on the video game and were starting to get ready to play. At first, Megan had said that it's okay for you to play a little, as long as you pay attention to her afterwards, but now, she wished she'd told you to turn off the video game as soon as she arrived.   

The redhead put down her phone, sighing and raising her gaze at you, her head rested on your left thigh, which was covered by gray sweatpants, and she could clearly see your face of concentration and your hands moving quickly on the video game controller. You were shirtless, so Megan had a clear view of the volume of your tits, and that was no doubt making her a little horny.  

Rubbing your thighs discreetly, the redhead ran her hands down your thigh, before returning her hands to your knee. Seeing that it hadn't caught your attention yet, the redhead decided to call your name. 

"Baby, can you turn off the video game?" Megan said, once again running a hand down your thigh.  

"I'm already turning it off baby, just five more minutes." You said, still focused on the game.  

Impatient, Megan gets to her knees quickly, with her hand now on each of your thighs, the redhead raises her hands to the hem of your pants, trying to pull down. With a confused look on your face, you look at Megan, who looks at you with puppy eyes. 

"Let me at least make you feel good, baby..." The redhead said, leaving you mesmerized with the way her big eyes looked at you.   

Swallowing, you lifted your hips from your chair, letting Megan take off your pants and underwear, making the redhead's smile appear, seeing how wet you were already, without even her touching you.  

"Oh my god, baby. You're so wet." The redhead said, her smile widening as she pulled your hips towards her face.   

Taking the first lick, Megan moaned with your taste, looking at you with bright eyes.  

"You know, you're driving me crazy these days, all these muscles. My god, you look so hot, I can't wait to ride you until I pass out." Megan said, finally having all your attention focused on her.  

Letting go of the controller you grabbed Megan's hair, pulling the girl close to you, making her put her mouth back between your legs. 

"Please baby, keep going, if you're a good girl to me, I'll fuck you until you forget your name." You said, moaning loudly as Megan licked your pussy.  

The redhead's tongue seemed to hit all the right spots in you, and the room was filled with your loud moans. Your hands held the girl's red hair tightly under you, and though she liked it, Megan thought it was starting to hurt.  

"I love you, baby." Megan said, quickly taking your hands from her hair and intertwining her hands with yours, then dipping her tongue inside you. 

"I love you, Meg. Please don't stop, I'm so close." You said, your hands shaking the redhead's hand tightly as you threw your head back, drunk with pleasure. 

Everything was too much for you, Megan's tongue seemed to know exactly where you needed her, the sight of the redhead with her head between your legs wasn't helping your stamina either, and the fact that all this was happening to the person you love most in the world, made you see stars.  

With a loud moan, you came. Your liquids running down the mouth and chins of the red-haired girl kneeling between your legs. Your hands were still together, and Megan laid her head on your thigh as you both tried to catch your breath.  

"You know, if you wanted my attention so badly, you just had to say." You said, letting go of your hands and caressing your girlfriend's red hair.   

"I know, but I think it was better that way." Megan said, lifting her head from your thigh with a smile on her face. 

wow okay, I think by now you've all realized that I love established relationships and just daily events, anyway, that's it <3

[nakylvr]

feel free to decline if u aren’t comfortable with t4t!kats jay, but omg my brain can’t stop thinking how sweet tmasc megan and tmasc reader are… reader helping megs with his shots cus he’s scared of needles… watching megs getting so much more confident in his body and presenting the way he wants… the flips he does when you introduce him as your boyfriend… him overexaggerating the word boyfriend on the internet because he still can’t believe he’s with you… him getting so excited for you when you get top surgery and you getting even more excited when he does:))))) oh my goodness t4t kats oh wow and oh my goodness it’s so soft it’s so sweet ily tmasc megan you’re everything to me my loser ( i just know he posts this on reddit; he can’t wait to post about being ur husband soon )

with love, 🐠 ( also ur fics were freaking fire jay… be prepared for a love letter soon )

THE WAY I JUMPED IN GLEE READING THIS T4T KATS THIS IS SO 💔💔

helping him with his shots in the beginning cause he's terrified to do it himself, especially if you've already been doing it for yourself so his first instinct is asking you to help when he's able to start it. encouraging and supporting him every step of the way and hes just so grateful to have you around. going to the mall to buy new clothes and throwing away everything that was left in his closet. him literally jumping up and down when you get an official date for top surgery and helping you through the recovery. him crying when he gets his done a little later �� ur brain is so amazing 🐠 anon

[nakylvr]

— FANTASY ✧ M.S

summary જ⁀➴ working at a coffee shop in los angeles had its perks and drawbacks. you got a lot of business in the area, which was nice. then you got the bad customers thinking they were better than anyone else. one day during your shift, you're met with megan, the superstar of katseye — only you have no idea who she is.

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, transmasc!reader, barista!reader, idol!megan,

happy pride month everyone! part two coming soon 😋 i didnt know how to end it im sawry, not proofread

"iced caramel macchiato for logan!"

standing at the register, you were taking count of the total sales for the day so far, writing them down on the small post-it note you kept in your apron along with your pen. you hear the front door bell jingle, and you instantly look up to see a girl walking inside.

"welcome to starry night!" you call loud enough for the customer to hear, sticking the post-it on the cash register to remember for later.

the girl approaches the register, and you send a smile her way. "hey! what can i get for you?"

the girl proceeds to list six different drinks, all with random variations and flavors or milks. you nod along, putting it in the system and writing on the cups, and when you ask for a name for the order, she freezes.

"um," megan lets out. "megan is fine." she answers.

"got it." you nod, putting the name on the ticket. "anything else for you?"

"no, that's it." she shakes her head.

"alright. it'll be $36.78 for you." you tell her, spinning the tablet around.

you're trying not to stare, you are. you've gotten used to attractive people coming into the shop all the time, but there was something different about her. you aren't sure why. you haven't seen her before, that's for sure. but she looks like she walked straight out of a magazine. taller than you by an inch or two, her ginger hair curled and her outfit was enough for you to go: she's definitely somebody. that being said, you knew better than to flirt with customers, so you don't say anything as she pays.

"we'll call your name down at the end when it's ready." you tell her with a smile.

"thanks." she smiles back, and you swear your heart does flips.

you leave the register to get the cup carriers for the drinks, and offer your coworker to work register while you make the drinks. not wanting to keep the line waiting with the six drinks being made at the same time.

meanwhile, megan's eyes don't stray away from you. they watch your movements as you make the drinks with expertise and like it was nothing. you put the drinks on the trays as you finish them, and her eyes meet yours for a moment. she quickly averts her eyes, pretending she was looking at something else.

you finish the drinks and put them all in the trays before putting them on the edge of the counter. "here you go!" you tell the girl.

megan stares for a few seconds, contemplating whether to push past her anxiety and ask what she wants to ask. you don't walk away, and she takes that as a somewhat good sign.

"miss?" you say.

megan's snapped out of her thoughts, and the words come stumbling out. "can i get your number?"

now's your turn to pause. you stare back at her with widened eyes, not expecting that. "uhm," you let out. this is definitely a first. "uh."

megan waves her hand, reaching forward to grab the drink trays. "forget it. it was stupid, i just–"

"no, no, it's okay." you shake your head, grabbing the post-it notes from your pocket and a pen. "this is just a first." you laugh nervously, scribbling your number down on the paper. "here." you hand it over to her.

megan blinks. "really?"

"unless you were joking–"

"no!" megan says quickly, taking the post-it and putting it in her pocket. "s-sorry, um, thank you!" she smiles, grabbing the drink trays with rosy cheeks. "i'll um i'll text you..."

"yn." you finish for her, putting the pen and post-its back in your apron pocket.

"i'll text you, yn." she says, and then she walks out of the shop.

watching her leave, your coworker comes rushing to you. "dude, did you just give that girl your number?"

"it's none of your business, jason." you tell him, rolling your eyes.

"do you even know who she is?" your coworker continues.

"no? this is literally the first time i've seen her. why are you–"

"dude!" your coworker hands you his phone, showing a picture of none other than the girl you just gave your number. "she's like, famous! she has over a million followers on insta!"

you raise an eyebrow at him. "and?"

"i can't believe you're gonna bag a baddie what the fuck!" he whines, stomping his foot on the ground.

"you're a child." you tell him blankly.

"whatever, man!" he says. "just don't get upset if she doesn't make time for you."

"go take orders." you shove him towards the register, done with him.

a little later when you're done with your shift, you sit in your car and a message comes through. it's from an unknown number, but a small smile pulls on your lips when you read it.

unknown

hi, yn! it's megan! thank you for making the drinks, my friends really enjoyed them! u want to meet up somewhere tmrw? i'm off and have nothing to do :(

you chuckle at the end, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before you respond.

yn

i'm off at 2 tmrw. i'll give you a free drink if you stop by

she responds almost immediately.

unknown

really?

yn

yeah!

unknown

great! i'll be there :)

yn

i'll be waiting

the thread ends there, and you put your phone back down. with a smile on your face, you put your car into drive and start on your way back home.

[nakylvr]

thinking about sitting on megans lap during that pokimane live and accidentally giving her a boner😋

wait yes 🙂‍↕️ thinking nothing of it when you just sit down on her lap because there wasn't a spot for you to sit that would keep you in frame and megan's eyes just go wide when you do it so nonchalantly. she tries to act normal but every time you move around she's getting harder until she has a full on boner pressing against you. you can obviously feel her, and you turn your head to look at her so the camera can't see what you're saying and whisper if she wants help, she just nods her head. you slip off your hoodie and give it to her so she can stand up for a second and not show her hard on to the world on livestream and tell her to go back to the car. and like the obedient puppy she is, she listens and excuses herself making up some excuse of how she forgot something in the car. she scurries off and a few minutes later you make the excuse of asking where the bathroom was and find megan in the backseat of her car, pants and boxers at her ankles while jerking herself off and moaning quietly. you just get in the car and straddle her, pushing your shorts and panties to the side and sink down on her making her whine so loud. eventually after ten minutes and both of you are gone the chat starts asking where you two are and the kats just share an exchanged look but don't answer. its obvious you two are up to something when you both eventually come back separately and megan's pupils are blown wide with her hair tousled, and your lips are swollen from kissing and your shirt wrinkled at your waist down. but nothing is ever said, despite how obvious it is.