Quick shout out to the Down syndrome kid from my after-school program back when I was in grade school. Like yea he had the usual issues but he was a sweetheart and quite funny; and one day both his parents showed up at the same time to pick him up and I had the experience of meeting a family of genetically disabled people that had jobs and a home and a kid in school and it was a profoundly normalizing experience for me like I couldn’t take eugenicists seriously after that because like “no they totally can have whole entire meaningful lives with marriage and children and work and hobbies have you not met Dennis??” Anyway quick shout out to Dennis you were a real one
please feed my ego. smut 18+. fingering. top!manon. bottom!fem. pussy eating. praise kink. pussy drunk!manon. inspired by kwn.
manon had you laid onto your back, flat against the mattress. she hovered over you, her eyes dark and full of lust with the nastiest smirk on her lips.
your legs were spread, your squelching pussy in full display as manon’s fingers sunk deep inside of you. your pussy clenched around manon’s digits, loving the feeling of being full just from fingers.
you were quick to get drunk off of manon’s fingers. sometimes they would be the only thing you needed to reach a nut, and manon loved every second of it, watching you get dumb over her two fingers, maybe even three.
“taking my fingers so well, you love them don’t you? this is all you need to cum, isn’t it pretty girl?” the nasty words fell from manon’s mouth like it was casual, like she’s already said this time and time again. manon’s fingers curled inside of you, “these fingers are all you need.”
your back arched, moaning in agreement at manon’s words. it was all you needed, because the more manon curled her long fingers inside of you, the more your stomach began to turn, indicating that an orgasm was near.
“feels s’good, manon.” you whined, lifting your hips slightly to meet manon’s moving fingers. your pussy clenched uncontrollably around manon, your legs began to tremble.
then, the feeling of being full quickly went away. your eyes jumped open, lips starting to quiver, preparing for whines to leave your mouth.
“w-what..? why’d you stop?” you began to squirm under manon, your wet cunt still clenching around emptiness.
manon’s fingers left your pussy and made their way to manon’s mouth, her then sucking her fingers covered in your dripping slick, clean.
suddenly, manon’s hands grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed, pulling you closer to her as she got down on her knees. manon lowered her face to your dripping cunt, smiling at the mess she made and was about to clean right up.
“no cummin’ yet baby, you gotta hold on a little while longer, i wanna taste you.” manon’s mouth met your pussy instantly, swirling her tongue around your pussy, taking in the taste of your sweet pussy. manon moaned against your cunt, finding so much pleasure in tasting your pussy, manon was more than aroused.
you weren’t the only one to get drunk off something, manon became just as bad as you once she got a taste of your pussy. “mm, so good for me, baby. you taste s’good. my good girl.” manon spoke, barely lifting her mouth from your heat. her nose bumped against your clit as she continued to devour you. “always tasting so good f’me.”
*walks in* wspppp yawlll, i know it’s been a while but love island lowkey consumed me lmaooo, but unfortunately its over :( but #TEAMBRINITY my winners since day 1!!!!! so happy for themmmm
kwn i will always give you your tens omggg, i love the entire album, especially this songg, it reminded me of manon so yk what i had to doo! enjoyyy! more fics soon hopefully! if u have any ideas, you can always drop a note off!! tyyyy
The room was dark, lit only by your lamp; the amber light barely illuminated it, lending it a peaceful atmosphere, completely at odds with what was happening inside your head.
You were playing with the pink strands of megan’s hair, tangling it around your finger and watching it unravel, falling gently into your hand. You repeated a couple of times, her full weight lay comfy on top of you, cheek on your chest, arms surrounding you, one leg stretched out between yours, intertwined.
Staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, your mind was a loud mess that seemed never to stop, that day, repeating itself over and over, you wanted, you needed to know exactly how it happened and what even happened. The days passed, and that question gnawed at you more and more.
Your phone vibrated on the nightstand, pulling you from your anxious thoughts for a second. It was a notification from your group of friends; exams were over, and they would finally have free time. They wanted to visit you.
A big smile spread across your lips, eyes widening slightly at the unexpected, but clearly welcome visitation. Perhaps their presence would make you feel better, distract your mind at least for a few hours.
Two years ago, you made the decision to live alone in the cabin when the outside world became too much for you; the peace your soul felt after such a drastic change was immense, you feel more than grateful for it, because thanks to that you meet this lovely fox that was now sleeping contently on you.
Visits from your friends always brought you excitement; despite everything, you always kept them in touch, you put your phone back on the nightstand.
Now, it was even harder to fall asleep.
You sighed heavily, the air brush megan’s relaxed ear, making both ears twitch and angle towards you. Already noticing your unease state, your palm stroked her back, moving up to her cheek to hold it, thumb brushing, assuring her that you were okay.
As you expected, her ears move sideways, relaxing, a tiny relief sigh leaving her body.
2:34 am
The moment you barely opened your sleepy eyes, your gaze followed the window, and the sky was still dark.
You still couldn’t fall asleep properly.
“Y/n?”
At megan’s little voice, your lip unconsciously curled to the side, her eyes were drowsy as a small yawn escaped, fangs fully on display at the action, her ears pointed at you, with total attention, she leaned into your holding palm on her cheek, her eyelashes fell heavily, followed by a tiny pout.
She was so beautiful, it made you feel like you were in a dream.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She mumbles against your palm before planting soothing pecks.
“Nothing my love…go back to sleep” Not the answer she wanted, her golden eyes fluttered open, meeting your tired ones, reading you perfectly, your fingers ran through her messy hair.
“Hmm, talk to me…” She insisted, your knuckles tickled as you felt her fluffy ears drop into them.
“Uhmm…some friends are gonna be here later…” You lied, but not entirely; it wasn’t the right time to remember. Only the thought of it physically destroyed you.
And you couldn’t even imagine what it did to her.
Megan frowned, eyes avoiding yours, processing it.
“Why?”
“They’re on vacation and… just wanted to visit me, that’s all- I’ll bake the chocolate brownies you like.” You noticed her brows furrow a little more, jaw tensing, and tried to cheer her up a bit.
“Yeah?” Her gaze shifted back to you, a wide grin showing, the displeasure momentarily fading.
it worked.
“And maybe…” You bring her closer, your hand on the back of her head, the knuckles of your other hand caressing her cheekbones.
“If you behave… I’ll cook more, just for you” You smiled against her lips, noticing the sparkle in her eyes, ears twitching a few times in enthusiasm, tail wagging.
“Yes…yess…I will baby”
After that, megan couldn’t resist; she covered her lips with yours. The taste was so smooth, better than any chocolate brownie. You leaned in, parting your lips, giving her more access, gentle touches all over your bodies.
Your system relaxed immediately, lulling you into a deep sleep, as if megan were the cure for any ailment. And yes, she was, like an angel, who fell from heaven right into your arms.
-
The aroma of chocolate inundated the kitchen, your gaze lost on the floor, drifting off until the sound of the oven brought you back to reality, indicating that the dessert was ready.
You thought megan was still sleeping, but she suddenly appeared, and you jumped back in fright.
Sometimes you wondered if she could secretly teleport or something…
“Gosh! Meg!” You exhaled that breath that was stuck only a second in your lungs and laughed, shaking your head, a soft giggle left her lips and you admired her whisker dimples for a moment, her tail flip playfully.
Even if she did you wouldn't mind if that meant seeing that pretty smile each time she successfully scared you.
Smoke rose upwards as you took the freshly baked brownies out, precisely placing them on the table.
“Careful,” You warn, taking off your kitchen gloves.
But she was faster.
She snatched a piece straight from the center, her fangs sinking into the molten chocolate before she even registered the burn.
“Ouch! Fuck! Ah!” She hissed, tossing the piece of chocolate back into its place, almost hitting the floor.
“Meg….what did I say?” She looked down, wringing her hands with a stubborn pout, you couldn’t help but chuckle. She blows cold air on her red fingers, ears flattened in embarrassment.
“I know, I know!” She whined through puffed cheeks, still fanning her burning tongue.
At your laughing sounds her ears jiggled, she slowly directed her finger back to the dessert, wanting to hear more.
“Nooo” Your expression tried to be stern, but, the way you were holding back a chuckle by nipping your bottom lip gave you away; entertaining her.
Her tail was wildly swishing with amusement, a challenging look in her eyes.
“Megan!” She immediately surrendered to your tone.
“But it smells so gooddd…” Whining, her pout deepened, bottom lip pushing out in an exaggerated manner, she approached you and her arms encircled your torso. Her tail drooped slightly, the tips still twitched with impatience.
“I know baby but you have to wait okay?” You petted her back slowly, comforting, your other arm around her shoulder, her fluffy ears brushing against your jaw, moving pleasurably at the affect.
“Mmmm” A whine vibrating on your neck, getting you to shiver just a little, but enough for her to tease.
“I’ll eat you first then…” Her fangs only grazed your skin, causing a whine to escape you involuntarily. Her ears perk up at the tiny sound and she smirked. The tip of her tail brushes the skin of your thighs, exposed due to the small shorts you wore, and you feel goosebumps.
“Mmghh wait-“ Your hands found her waist, gently pushing her with a nervous laugh, your cheeks flushed.
“I’m busy little fox…I have to cook more for the guests…” You complained weakly, but there was that doubt in your voice; the one that screams “keep going” , the immediate effect she had on you was worth studying.
“But… is early” Your eyes find her puppy ones, and down to her pouty lips, dangerously close to yours, only one centimeter from giving in.
Two hours later
You somehow managed to get everything done, mostly due to your constant scolding
“Megan, hands”
“Megan, stop tasting the frosting”
“Megan, move!”
The cabin air was amazing, packed with the smell of brownies and savory snacks, along with the constant giggling.
-
The doorbell rang, your heart pound in your chest, stomach clenching with emotion.
“Megs…you wanna say hi?” Your voice became higher.
“Maybe…” She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with that pleading expression; she was very very shy.
You understood immediately; the last thing you wanted to do was force her. Your fingers scratch the back of her ears making them flick at the apologetic contact.
She looked down, playing with her hands, which you held in yours.
“Baby is gonna be okay…they don’t bite…” You giggle a little at the memory of them and look away trying to find the right words to convince her “They are really fun, trust me”
Without further ado, she simply embraces you seeking comfort and you melt into it.
“How long will you be with them?” She brushed her cheek against your shoulder, her furry ears nervously graze on them.
“I don’t know my love…but I’m here, okay?” You broke the hug and gently held her face, her eyes shift to the side evading yours, insecured, ears flat, tail hanging low.
“You can come with me whenever you need to, okay? Don’t be scared…”
You guided her out of the room, holding her hand, but she froze almost outside, gripping the the corner of the door.
“Uhm… I’ll just wait” Her voice was small, letting go of your hand.
Her sad puppy-dog eyes broke your heart; you knew how sensitive she was.
With a whine, you hugged her again then your lips give little kisses all over her face, making her laugh, to calm her nerves, your heart swelled with affection at the melody.
One last soft kiss and you left the room.
Megan watched you excitedly head towards the front door. You were wearing a white tank top and black baggy jeans, the perfume you wore filled her senses.
You looked so good, how could she resist not touching you and devouring you?
Your excitement was contagious, easing megan thoughts, her lips twitch upwards as you opened the door. About five people were behind it, they all immediately hugged you energetically. Squeals and laughter saturated the cabin.
But
First, her smile slowly faded when she saw the unnecessarily long hug from one of your friends. Second, the sudden loud noise irritated her ears, and at the overwhelmed feeling, she closed the bedroom door.
You glanced sideways and noticed, your mind clouding for a moment but immediately returning as you heard Lara’s joke. Your attention was entirely focused on your friends now. You figured Megan wouldn’t mind much, just a few hours wouldn’t be a problem.
Right?
Megan huffed, pacing back and forth around the place, debating whether to go or stay.
Ugh why did your friend hug you like that?
Why did her chest tighten achingly?
What was this annoying feeling?
It was like, a need to push them away from you, even ripped them apart, so intense.
She kept looking outside the window, searching for escape and release for her overthinking mind. The day was absolutely beautiful, the sun illuminating the trees and plants, birds singing, and a gentle breeze rustling through the flowers.
A complete contrast to all that uncomfortable weight she was feeling inside, her tail swag uneasily, the sound of nature almost calling her even louder than the sounds of you and your friends who were just one door away, her fox ears recognizing the woods.
Megan’s mind keeps imagining feeling the breeze that touched the flowers in her fox fur instead.
She couldn’t stand it any longer.
-
Time flew by, and before you knew it, night had fallen. Your friends were helping you clean the dishes.
Your gaze occasionally drifted back to the bedroom, more often than you realized until Dani mentioned it. You just said it was nothing.
It was everything
Deep down, you wanted them to meet the love of your life, the one you wake up to every morning, the one who made your stay in the cabin magical, the one who made you feel so much love that you felt you could explode, and above all…the one you wanted to be the mom of your future kids.
You expect at least her peeking out.
But nothing during those hours.
Could it be? No.
You tensed up consummately just thinking about it.
A hand wave as you said goodbye to all your friends with hugs, thanking them for their company. Inside, panic slowly flooded your body.
The second you closed the gate, you ran to the bedroom doorway, opened it… and nothing, the bed was empty, only the fox plushie remained.
“You stink.”
You jolted and turned sharply over your shoulder.
Megan stood with her arms crossed, her foot tapping the ground in clear annoyance, and her tail twitched rapidly behind her, not even a playfull smile at your reaction. Her entire body language indicated she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the visit.
She wasn’t like that before, it was different, as if something else had bothered her.
“Gosh…Megan,” You breathe out, hand on your chest, feeling your heart race, the air returning to your lungs.
This damn fox and the incredible agility were going to be the death of you one day.
You let a relieved nervous chuckle and tried to approach, but she walked away from you.
“You should take a bath…” She spat out in disgust, huffing.
Your scent was overwhelming, unfamiliar, unknown; she didn’t like it, at all; it was occupied by the perfume you had put on for the guests that started to irritated her, not even your natural aroma that she loved so much in sight, and much worse…the scent of your friends, strangers for her, was all over you.
Not a trace of her own.
Her nose wrinkled, and she avoided looking at you.
Her arms crossed as she sat on the bed. You only paused there, unable to help feeling hurt by her unexpected rejection.
“Baby…” You scoff, not fully believing it, not understanding “What do you mean?” She glanced at you a couple of times, as if wanting to speak, but nothing came out.
She couldn’t find words, she couldn’t even process it, she just felt…rage and betrayed.
She huffed again annoyed, uncrossing her arms to turn on the tv, ignoring you on purpose.
“Ugh fine then” You were expecting more words and at not hearing any you simply left the room, leaving her alone, since she so desperately wanted to be, you thought, clicking your tongue.
The moment you stormed out of the room, tears welling up, she swallowed quickly, stopping it from falling, and her face dropped into her hands.
-
Hot cascade of water fell on your skin as you sighed heavily, it relaxed your, now tense shoulders, but just momentarily.
You hadn’t expected megan to react like this; it was the first time you’d seen her so upset.
Forbidding her from going out into nature, her instinct, her freedom was affecting her much more than you expected, you’ll have to do something about it very soon. Her rejection today…was something else.
Something you’ll never want it to see it again.
It's as if she resents you for being locked up, but you weren't going to take any risks; going outside, facing danger, again, was non-negotiable.
After drying your hair, you left the bathroom, wearing only a towel that wrapped around your already dry, naked frame.
Once inside the bedroom, megan didn’t even look at you, her eyes glued to the tv, as if you didn’t exist. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on her, searching for clothes in your closet.
Megan watched you, of course she did, but when you weren’t looking, she noticed your rigid shoulders, the heavy sighs, the way you were aggressively searching for your clothes.
For a moment she almost wanted to hug you and apologize, but the image of your friends hugging you appeared in her mind like a reminder, her blood boiling, her emotions taking over before she could even think of her own words.
“You still stink, you know.”
“Gosh, what’s up with you, Megan?” You snapped and turned to stare at her, but she looked away, staring out the window instead, already regretting her own words, the tips of her ears quivering at your tone.
“Oh, so you’re going to ignore me now, huh?” You concluded incredulously, shaking your head. She forced her eyes closed, trying to restrain herself from, she didn’t even know what exactly, she just know that every word you said irritated her more.
“You know what? If you want to ignore me so badly today, I’ll sleep on the damn couch then.”
Regardless of her anger, you noticed how her ears droop automatically; she clearly didn’t like the idea. After a few seconds of total silence and hope, you just give up and head to the door, your clothes in your hands to get dressed somewhere else.
Megan snapped.
The moment you turned around, you felt strong hands grip your waist flipping you around.
Without another word, she devoured your lips, hitting your back against the wall, making you gasp on her mouth, your clothes forgotten on the floor.
The kiss was so deep you could barely breathe, her thigh pressed firmly against your core through the towel, you felt her cock slowly harden on your leg.
Megan swallowed your moans, refusing to let you retreat even an inch. Her hand tightened in your fresh hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss, effectively silencing any attempt to speak.
“M-Meg,” You muffle a whimper, seeking mercy, which you achieved. She pulled away, your breath and hers ragged against your swollen lips, your fingers tightened on her shirt, slowly pushing.
She raise and eyebrown at your attempt, realizing that you were doubting whether you really wanted her away or not, you barely pushed her, so, she pinned both your wrists above your head with one strong hand to prevent it.
The other hand remained on your waist. She kissed you again messily, almost violently, her fangs occasionally grazing your lip, your lips were throbbing and burning as if you had put on lip plumping lipstick.
“I hated that they touched you…and that you…you let them.” Her thigh hurried harder between your legs, and you whimpered, your mind blank.
“I’m the only one that can.”
“I-I’m…y-yes…only you can…touch me” You were able to answer with soft gasps, her grip on your wrists didn’t loosen, her thigh start to grind in a slow, torturous circle deliberately punishing you, her cock throbbed.
“Then act like it.” She muttered, capturing your lips once more in a brutal kiss.
Eventually she slowly revealed her eyes, pupils dark, golden barely noticeable, gaze wild with jealousy, something primal, it made you feel like a prey completely at her disposal, it was so intense that it made you look away by turning your head to the side, she took advantage.
Her fangs sank into your neck, not breaking skin but marking deeply, a claim. Her teeth scraped over the sensitive pulse point, leaving wet, red hickeys immediately.
You whimpered against her hold, squirming, useless, it only made her tighten her grip even more, cutting off your circulation. Her tail encased fully around your leg, trapping you.
“Mine.” Desperate breaths with each claim. “Only mine.”
Despite the pain, your cunt throbbed shamelessly at the sudden roughness, turning you on much more than it should, you stay still entirely at her mercy.
“Y-yours…” You sob, her hot tongue licked all the fresh marks making it sting even more, your knees give up but she crushed closer, preventing you from falling.
“Fuck m-megan please” You rubbed against her firm thigh slowly and pathetically, seeking any relief.
Pulling away from your lips, a dark smirk played on her needful mouth, her tongue moistening her lips, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, wasn’t enough; she wanted more, much more.
She was starving.
Megan took a moment to scan you, you looked so defenseless, your eyes glassy avoiding her intense ones, your weak hands grasped by her, your neck red and damaged, but despite your vulnerable state…her gaze lowered, and your hips moved faster, desperately.
She realized it, you were silently screaming for more, you weren't fighting, you were equally starved.
In one swift motion, she released your sore wrists, red marks painted like a bracelet.
You let out a shaky moan of relief, but before you could properly breathe. Her hands captivated your hips tightly, so tightly it hurt deliciously.
God, what was happening to you?
The bed knocked the breath from you as she forced you down, pinning your stomach against the sheets. She hovered over you immediately, her weight imprisoning you before you could even adjust.
One hand pinned both your wrists above your head again, you test it, her grip like iron, not giving the bruises a break, a cry caught in your throat.
Your towel fell away, leaving you completely bare against the sheets. She didn’t hesitate, her lips and fangs traveled down your spine, leaving a trail of bites.
“You smell better now…” Her voice was husky and low, breath burning hot on your sensitive, now sore back. Her free hand caressed you, admiring her own work with an pleased smile.
All her fragrance envelops you as hers, so perfect.
Much better.
You were helpless beneath her, even if you tried to get her off, you couldn’t, and being so weakly stuck made your arousal run down your inner thighs, aching, craving more, your screams muffled with each possessive pinch, the pillow dug into your face.
“Stay there…” She suddenly pulled back, releasing your shoulder with a final, hard suck.
She stood up, huffing irritably, she wasn’t satisfied yet.
You remained obediently still, you heard movement, then the heavy mirror from your dresser was suddenly dragged in front of the bed, facing you.
“Look.” She ordered gruffly.
Your own needy expression in the reflection, her behind you with a malicious smile, ready to break you, to ruin you, absolutely loving the scene.
You could see everything, her frame, now bare, possessing yours.
Her fingers trace your waist, her touch so gentle it frightened you, her warm skin against your marked flesh felt like a blanket on winter nights, you closed your eyes in contented relief, but before you knew it, her teeth found your skin again.
And you threw your head back, requesting more ignoring the build-up ache.
Megan wasn’t the biggest fan of doggystyle; she didn’t like it at all at the point of never doing it, because she couldn’t see your face.
But this, god, all of this, was so erotic. One little friction on your soaked center and you could feel yourself falling apart.
And as if she could read your mind.
One hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest down into the mattress while keeping your ass raised perfectly for her.
Her leaking cock rested heavy against your entrance. You looked in the mirror, seeing her towering behind you, eyes locked on your marked back. She didn’t prep you. She grabbed her length and lined up.
“Keep your eyes open.” She demanded biting her lip as she felt your entrance clench around her head, eager to swallow her full.
She pushed inside in one hard thrust, filling you completely. A choked moan tore from your throat, you watched her face, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, golden eyes burning with raw possession.
She rolled her hips once, adjusting the angle and stayed there, letting you squeeze her, her heavy balls on your pulsing clit. Her hand came up to cup your cheek, holding your face toward the mirror.
“So tight baby…fuck…” She moan softly and you just whine.
She tilt her head to the side to get a better view of your form, admiring it, her brows furrowed in pleasure.
Barely moving, she notices how your arch struggles, stomach grazing the sheets under.
Then she lifted you up, your back fall to her chest and your head on her shoulder, her tail circled your middle like a rope, holding you steady, keeping your arch, her hands groped your tits, tracing your curves, whorshipping your build.
She slowly moved her hips away from your ass, pulling it all the way out before thrusting it back in forcefully, eliciting another broken gasp from your throat, your hands flying to her thighs, gripping tightly to hold it together.
“Fuck you are milking me out so hard baby…are you close already? I didn’t even start…” She mocked in your ear, her hips danced in circles, tip stimulating your g-spot, you rolled your eyes, any thoughts in your mind clouding over, the only thing there was her.
“Please megan please…”
“Please what sweetheart? Use your words…” She pulls out, you sob at the loss.
“More…please more…please” Your eyes glassy with need, voice breaking, she slammed back all the way in, teasing you enough to drive you wild with need.
She maintained those movements, slowly sliding out and pushing all her length back in roughly, holding you right on the edge but not giving enough for you to break, taking her sweet time watching you suffer.
It was a completely new feeling for her, seeing you beg, broken, she loved it, bringing a new experience to both of you. Megan was always your obedient puppy.
Your pride was totally shattered now but, the way she played with your body like you were just a toy for her pleasure, your skin poured by her territorial claims, gosh, you were gonna cum.
“Megan! I-I’m-!"
She slides out again, you whine frustrated, hips reaching back.
“You are fucking mine…say it.”
“I’m yours…all yours…megan, please!” Tears fall down your ruined face, looking right into her eyes in the reflection of the mirror, she smiles, satisfied, you came with just one hard and deep thrust, mouth open in desperate whimpers, nails digging into her skin making her groan, back arching even more on her front, your walls clamping down rhythmically around her thick shaft.
You watched yourself in the mirror, body completely wrecked by the intensity.
Your expression in the mirror made her follow immediately, almost automatically and burst inside with a choked moan, without her begging, without making her wait; now she was in control, her entire grip tightened, keeping you locked in that position, her tail squeezing you tightly, winning another mark.
Her cock was deep, keeping you full to the bottom.
Megan’s tail loosened its grip after the waves of her orgasm slowly faded, you flop onto the bed with aftershocks, megan’s body followed you like a magnet, refusing to let go, her arms supporting her weight while catching her breath.
Her hands were on the mattress on each side of your waist, watching your figure tremble, her ears rising and falling with each ragged breath that came from you, almost in synchronization.
Without giving you any more rest, she lifted your ass and spread your shaky legs, fitting between them, her tail hugging your left thigh keeping it open.
You knew it wasn’t enough for her.
You saw in the reflection how she grabbed a pillow that was next to you and placed it under your hips. You squirmed. The fabric of the pillow on direct contact to your sensitive clit. She placed her hand on your back, demanding your arch.
No teasing this time, she began to move quickly, her grip firm on your waist, delicious, her fingers squeezing your waist, moving down to your hips, leaving fingerprints, helping her thrust. Her fox ears flicked with pure bliss on every deep stroke.
Your knees slid against the sheets, your stomach falling onto the bed, losing your arch, megan's thighs now settled behind your thighs, the pillow helping to keep your ass up for her.
“Can you take it baby? Mm? Can you take it?” She teased in your ear with that smirk glued to her lips, mesmerized by seeing you so needy, your swollen clit rubbing on the pillow under your hips, building a new orgasm.
“Mghh yes, yes, fuck me baby, fuck me” You cried urgently as you felt yourself falling apart, your walls contract around her thick member, making her groan loudly with pleasure, she slowed down, hips jerking at the clench.
She started thrusting again.
Your face smashed the pillowcase each time her body mercilessly shoved forward yours, drool and tears staining the fabric.
“Mm…open that hole for me baby, open it…I’m so close…”
She yanked your head up by your hair, forcing your face back toward the mirror, a strip of saliva connected to the pillow and your swollen lips. Her expression was cruel, enjoying your desperation.
“Look at yourself.” She commanded, and as soon as your eyes meet the mirror
Her grip tightened on your hair, making your scalp ache from how hard it was. She came again, biting hard on your pulse point as she stifled her moan. Her fangs let go and she pants in your ear, her muscles tensing firmly against you.
In the mirror, her chin rested on your shoulder, her mouth released hot puffs of air, fangs showing, her eyes closed in delight, her ears flat on her head, she looked so damn hot, you clamped your drippy pussy in amazement.
“You liked it mhm?” She let out a breathy chuckle, placing kisses on your shoulder and stopping on your cheek, her eyes opened lazily.
You nodded frantically, looking directly at her half-open eyes.
“You belong to me y/n…gosh…look at you…so perfect for me” She guided your chin and met your lips in a sloppy wet kiss filled with your strangled moans as soon as she started to thrust again.
Part of her anger seemed to have dissipated, judging by the way she touched you.
She leaned back, looking at the mirror, wet and clapping sounds filling the air along with the sound of the mattress creaking, fuck, she was still fucking mad.
“Gosh please…” You bite your trembling lips to not scream.
Her eyes caught the movement instantly in the reflection.
“Don’t hide your sounds.” She moans softly, and grip your jaw, forcing your bottom lip free with her thumb. Her hips snapped forward harder, making you cry out, tears falling, ruining your face even more.
“Keep your mouth open.”
You saw your face contorted in pleasure, all red from crying, your marked back flexing with every brutal roll of her hips. Her cock was thick, stretching you impossibly wide. She was relentless,no rhythm, just raw power, claiming every inch.
The way she pursed her lips in anger (a/n:like the gift…), her gaze fixed on where her wet cock sank into you again and again, she was giving it to you with such fury, releasing the words that couldn’t come out of her mouth with her body.
She leaned in, pinning you down even more, your form almost sinking into the bed beneath her, her moans grew louder and more desperate.
“Cum in me please…fill me up” You encouraged.
“Yeah? You want my cum in you baby?”
“Yes please fuck…cum inside…please meg…”
Megan wastes no time, she fill up making you roll your eyes in ecstasy, her essence overflowing your womb, leakage dripping out around her thrusting shaft.
“You would look so cute chubby with my puppies” She fuck you even faster chasing another release, your expression in the reflection made her lose control.
“Y-yes fuck…I want your puppies”
“I’m gonna cum inside you again and again to make" a loud thrust “fucking” another “sure” the last one hit your spongy spot perfectly, muscles squeezing around her like a vice.
She slowed her thrust, her anger fading each time she came inside you. You were dizzy, your body like jelly, overstimulated, but regardless, you kept asking for more, completely intoxicated by the feeling, the desire, the need, and something else, your eyes caught her reflection in the mirror, her expression impossible to miss, every time she was close you encouraged, clenching out every last drop.
“You want me cumming inside you again?”
“Yes please…please” With that, she spilled the last of her inside your walls.
You were boneless, you’d never felt it so intense, you felt your cunt in flames, her release hotter each time. Megan removed the pillow from under you, your form went limp beneath her, and she stayed inside, kissing your sweaty, numbed figure.
Absolutely ruined, leaking around her length. Your brain was completely offline, only broken little whimpers exiting from your lips. She slowly pulled out, making your entire body jerk violently.
“Good girl…my good girl” She whispered, rubbing your hips with her thumbs, the tip of her tail comfortably softened your skin.
“My baby…all mine…my precious girl..” Her tone was so soft, completely different from the one she used just now when she was filling you up nonstop; you assumed all her anger had vanished until there was nothing left.
“Fuck megan…” You said breathless, speechless,entirely worn out.
“Gosh…you are beautiful…” Megan spread your puffy lips, worshipping the vision of her release oozing out.
“So full of me…”
That was the last thing you heard before you drifted off, your vision going dark.
Her eyes softened as she watched you almost faint, her ears drooped, and she gently smoothed your cheek, watching your expression ease.
Megan stayed awake, holding you tightly against her chest. Her fox ears flick softly with every little movement you make in your sleep.
Gentle kisses brush against your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, apologizing silently for pushing you so hard. Her hand gently rubbed your stomach in soothing circles, keeping you warm and secure.
-
When your body regained consciousness, a groan immediately escaped you from the soreness, megan’s ears perked up at it, teasing your neck. She was spooning you.
You noticed your soft skin against the freshly changed pillows and sheets, not a trace of the sticky mess, the only thing left in sight was your figure covered in marks, some red, some purple, you were utterly reclaimed.
Then a soft whine.
“Meg?” Another
She hid her face in your hair, as if she wasn’t the one drawing it on your skin, you looked over your shoulder with an raise brow.
Her forehead rubbed on your shoulder, fluffy ears tickling your bare skin, they quivered fearfully, tail moving back and forth.
So now the puppy is back?
“Look at me” You try, but only gain another pitiful whine.
“Megan” Now a whimper.
And well, basically, yesterday’s megan was possessed.
Then you heard little sobs and sniffles.
Oh my gosh, is she crying?
“Meg? Baby? Hey hey” You turned around and she used her hands to hide her face, ears trembling with each sob.
“Baby come on…” You insisted, placing your fingers on hers, kissing them gently, you slowly parted her hands, uncovering her pretty face.
Her nose, cheeks, and eyes were red; your hand rested on her cheek, feeling it hot, almost as if she had a fever.
“Oww…my baby…” She sniffled, pouting, “Let's talk, okay?”
“I-Im…” She took a deep shaky breath “I’m sorry if I hurt you too bad…” Her eyes were teary, almost crying again as she looked down the bites.
The truth is that you loved every second of it, mostly the biting…or the mirror thing…or the breeding…or…everything?
Damn
The corner of your mouth curved, remembering, and there she was, the one who marked you deeply, crying in front of you.
You cleared your throat and spoke to her, you assured and affirmed, as much as she needed it, you both took advantage of the moment to talk about the small argument, reaching an agreement, since it was the first argument you ever had with her, you didn't want it to happen again.
Megan's lips left kisses on your skin, asking for forgiveness, but deep down not regretting it that much...you looked like a work of art of the museum, painted by her; you were the most beautiful in her eyes.
Her hands trace lazy patterns on your skin, focusing more on rubbing your tummy while kissing between your tits, she purred as you encourage her to soothe you by scratching the back of her ears.
“Hmm we should have breakfast baby…I left four trays of brownies stored"
“I eat…”
She paused
You giggle “You liked it? Can you bring me some?”
“I eat them all…”
Oh gosh
Next》
A/N: I didn't realize how long it took me to update the series...😭 sorry guys, I think this part is the longest tho, hope y'all enjoyy, tysm for reading♡
sophia makes sure her appearance to the public is a perfect one. a smile is always plastered on her face with the press comes, her words are careful and tuned when conducting an interview. nothing about her told that to you, her girlfriend, she was the most depraved version of herself.
sophia would often times use your body as stress relief when she came home after a taxing interview. her charming facade would slip away as she ruined you for the temporary feeling of pleasure.
"stupid fucking interviewer kept asking the same questions over and over," sophia grunted as she pushed your head deeper into her cunt. "keep using your pathetic little tongue."
sophia would have you underneath her desk out of sight while she sat in a meeting with the company, or during fan calls. while she talked with whoever was on the other end, you were lapping away, being kicked with a heel bearing foot telling you to go faster.
her favorite position to put you in would be your legs over her shoulders, and her head pressed into your sensitive spot. she would occasionally bite your thighs and push them apart.
there were times that sophia would take you out to group dinner with her members. they would praise her for how good care she took of you, unaware of the marks, hickies and scratches, that she left on your back and neck from the nights before.
when you acted up in public, threating to ruin sophia's perfect image, the rest of your day would be spent bent over on her lap, taking impacts from her manicured hand while she told you how much of a bad girl you were for misbehaving. you whimpered every time her flesh connected with your own.
"you think you can get away with being such a brat in public? how do you think that reflects on me?"
sophia would slink away during rehearsals and text you only to tease you with messages of how she would use you once she returned home and drive you crazy the entire day.
"rehearsal has been pissing me off. maybe you should get the ropes ready."
when the group had a concert, you were placed right in the front near the stage. whenever sophia would point into the crowd at you, calling you a "beautiful eyekon," sending the crowd into a frenzy. it would always be under the guise of you being a random fan, not the leader's lover.
sophia has the most extensive toy collection, only for you. she would excuse herself early from rehearsal with the excuse of stopping by a restaurant to buy lunch for the group. she was really stopping a kink shop with the intention of purchasing a new item to add for her collection.
you make one fucking post where the point is “women are encouraged to develop disordered eating from a very young age and that impacts how we view the ‘natural’ size and shape of women” and too many reblogs later i am being accused of saying short people wouldn’t exist if they ate better growing up. i’m sorry but if you genuinely think i was saying that you are just a buffoon. i cannot and will not sanction your buffoonery.
I would love Megan x reader parent au FLUFF pleaseuhhhhh😭😔
Your wish is my command 🙏
She’s Growing Up
Info: MeganxG!preader
Summary: Y/N and Megan get Audrey ready for her first day of kindergarten, trying to make the moment special while adjusting to how quickly she’s growing up. They spent their day worrying about her just for Audrey to come sharing home everything about her first day including the surpris that she already has a “boyfriend” named Chase.
The house was unusually quiet.
That alone was enough for Y/N to know something was different.
Normally, mornings in their house were loud. There was always something happening Audrey running around the hallway with one sock on because she couldn't find the other, Megan calling from upstairs that they were going to be late, Y/N standing by the front door pretending she wasn't stressed while checking the time every thirty seconds.
But this morning was different.
This morning was the first day of kindergarten.
Y/N had been awake for almost twenty minutes already, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling while one arm rested behind her head. She wasn't nervous exactly. She knew Audrey was ready. She knew their daughter was smart, confident, and excited.
But there was something about seeing that little backpack sitting by the front door that made everything feel real.
Five years.
Five years since Audrey had entered their lives and completely changed everything.
Y/N still remembered how small she had been, how she used to fit against her chest perfectly when she carried her around the house. Now that same little girl was about to walk into a classroom, make friends, and start having experiences that didn't include them every second of the day.
A small smile formed on Y/N's face.
"She's really going to kindergarten," she whispered.
Beside her, Megan shifted.
"You're talking to yourself again."
Y/N looked over and saw Megan slowly opening her eyes, her hair messy from sleep and her face still half buried in the pillow.
"I wasn't."
"You were."
"I was thinking."
"At six in the morning?"
Y/N shrugged.
"Yeah."
Megan smiled softly.
"That's worse."
Y/N laughed quietly and sat up.
"I'm making Audrey's lunch."
Megan immediately sat up too.
"Without me?"
Y/N looked at her.
"You were sleeping."
"And?"
"And I thought I'd let you sleep."
Megan gave her a look.
"Y/N."
What?"
"You know I want to do this too."
That made Y/N pause.
Because she knew exactly what Megan meant.
They had always done everything together with Audrey.
Every first.
Every milestone.
Every little memory.
When Audrey took her first steps, they were both there.
When Audrey said her first word, they were both there.
When Audrey learned how to ride her bike, they both ran behind her until their backs hurt.
So there was no way either of them was going to miss packing her first school lunch.
Y/N smiled.
"Come on."
Megan grinned and got out of bed.
A few minutes later, the two of them were standing in the kitchen together.
Y/N handled the practical stuff, making sure Audrey had everything she needed. She checked the lunch bag twice, made sure the water bottle was filled, and looked through the backpack to make sure there wasn't anything missing.
Meanwhile, Megan focused on all the little details.
She fixed the tiny bow that was going on Audrey's lunch bag, added a cute note, and made sure the outfit they picked the night before was still perfectly laid out.
"You packed too many snacks," Y/N said, looking into the lunch bag.
Megan looked over.
"She needs options."
"She's going to school for three hours."
"She might get hungry."
"She has a whole lunch."
"She's growing."
Y/N looked at her.
"Megan."
"What?"
"She's five."
"And?"
Y/N shook her head, laughing.
"You're acting like she's going off to college."
Megan crossed her arms.
"You're the one who stared at her backpack for ten minutes yesterday."
"That was different."
"How?"
Y/N opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
Megan smiled.
"Exactly."
Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled because she knew Megan was right.
That was the thing about them.
Y/N liked to act like she was the calm one, the one who handled everything, the one who didn't get emotional.
But Megan knew her better than anyone.
She knew Y/N noticed everything.
She noticed every little change in Audrey.
She noticed when her daughter got taller.
She noticed when she started using new words.
She noticed when Audrey stopped needing help with things she used to ask for help with.
And even though Y/N was proud, there was still a tiny part of her that wanted time to slow down.
A few minutes later, little footsteps came from the hallway.
Both of them turned.
Audrey appeared, holding her stuffed animal and rubbing her eyes.
Her hair was messy, her pajamas were wrinkled, and she looked completely different from the confident kindergartener they had imagined.
She just looked like their little girl.
"Good morning," Audrey said.
Megan immediately smiled.
"Good morning, baby."
She walked over and picked Audrey up, even though Audrey was getting big enough that it was becoming harder.
Y/N watched them with a smile.
"You're still letting her carry you?"
Audrey looked at Y/N.
"Yes."
"She's getting heavy."
"I'm not heavy."
Y/N nodded seriously.
"You're right. You're very strong."
Audrey smiled proudly.
"I am."
Megan laughed.
"Your daughter is exactly like you."
Y/N looked offended.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"She's confident and stubborn."
"I'm not stubborn."
Both Megan and Audrey looked at her.
Y/N sighed.
"Okay. Maybe a little."
Audrey looked toward the backpack.
"Is it time to go?"
Y/N and Megan exchanged a look.
Because Audrey sounded excited.
Not scared.
Not nervous.
Excited.
Megan smiled.
"Yeah, baby. It's almost time."
Audrey grinned.
"I can't wait."
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
Audrey nodded.
"Yes."
"More than us?"
Audrey thought about it.
Then nodded.
"Yes."
Megan gasped dramatically.
"Wow."
Y/N laughed.
"She got us."
Audrey smiled proudly.
"You guys worry too much."
Y/N and Megan both froze.
Because somehow their five-year-old daughter had just described them perfectly.
Megan pointed at her.
"Who taught you that?"
Audrey shrugged.
"Mom."
Y/N immediately looked confused.
"Me?"
"Yes."
"When?"
Audrey smiled.
"When you told Mommy she worries too much."
Megan looked at Y/N.
"Wow."
Y/N laughed.
"Okay, maybe I did teach her that."
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Audrey was probably the most prepared person in the entire house.
She had been talking about kindergarten for months, counting down the days on a little calendar Megan made for her, picking out her backpack weeks before school even started, and telling anyone who would listen that she was "finally going to be a big kid." She had no doubts, no nervousness, and no hesitation.
Meanwhile, her two moms were the ones acting like they were sending her away for a year.
Y/N stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed, watching Audrey happily eat her breakfast while swinging her feet underneath the chair.
"She's too calm," Y/N said.
Megan looked up from the cup of fruit she was cutting.
"What does that mean?"
"It means she's not even nervous."
Megan smiled.
"Why would she be nervous?"
"Because it's her first day."
"Yes, Y/N. We know. You've mentioned it about twelve times since yesterday."
Y/N looked offended.
"I have not."
Megan raised her eyebrows.
"You asked me last night if kindergarten teachers were nice."
"That's a valid question."
"You asked if they would know what to do if she missed us."
Y/N shrugged.
"They should."
"And then you asked if they would let her call us."
"She might need us."
Megan tried not to laugh.
"You realize she's going to be gone for a few hours, right?"
Y/N looked over at Audrey.
Their daughter was sitting there happily eating her pancakes, completely unaware that her moms had probably spent more time worrying about today than she had.
"I know."
Megan smiled softly because she knew that tone.
It was the same tone Y/N used whenever she was trying to pretend something didn't matter as much as it did.
Y/N always acted like she was the calm one. The practical one. The one who didn't get overwhelmed by little things.
But Megan knew her.
She knew Y/N was the person who saved every drawing Audrey ever made, even the ones where the only recognizable thing was a random line on the page.
She knew Y/N was the person who still had videos of Audrey mispronouncing words when she was younger because she thought they were too funny to delete.
She knew Y/N was the person who secretly checked on Audrey every night before going to bed, even though Audrey had been sleeping through the night for years.
So when Y/N said she was "fine," Megan knew she was probably feeling everything at once.
Megan reached over and fixed the collar of Y/N's shirt.
"You know she's still going to come home today, right?"
Y/N looked down at her.
"I know."
"And she's still going to ask you to help her find her missing toys."
"I know."
"And she's still going to want you to read her bedtime stories."
Y/N smiled slightly.
"I know."
Megan nodded.
"Good."
Y/N looked at her.
"You're making fun of me."
"A little."
"You're also worried."
Megan immediately looked away.
"I'm not."
Y/N smirked.
"You packed her lunch twice."
"She needed options."
"You put three extra hair ties in her backpack."
"She might need them."
"You put a little note in her lunch bag."
Megan smiled.
"That one was important."
Y/N laughed quietly.
"You're just as bad as me."
Megan pointed at her.
"Don't change the subject."
Before Y/N could respond, Audrey climbed down from her chair.
"I'm ready."
Both of them looked over.
Audrey stood there with the biggest smile, wearing her pajamas, holding her stuffed animal, and looking extremely confident despite the fact that she had not actually gotten ready yet.
Y/N looked at her.
"You're ready?"
"Yes."
"You're still wearing pajamas."
Audrey looked down.
"Oh."
Megan laughed.
"She meant emotionally ready, baby."
"Oh."
Audrey nodded like that made perfect sense.
"I'm emotionally ready."
Y/N looked at Megan.
"She gets that from you."
Megan gasped.
"From me?"
"Yes."
"I am not dramatic."
Both Y/N and Audrey looked at her.
Megan sighed.
"Okay, maybe a little."
After breakfast, the real mission began.
Getting Audrey ready.
Megan had already laid out her outfit the night before, but that did not stop her from checking everything again.
The outfit was simple but perfect.
A cute school shirt, a little skirt, comfortable shoes, and the hair accessories Audrey had picked herself after changing her mind at least five times.
Y/N leaned against the bedroom doorway watching Megan hold up two different hair bows.
"Aren't those the same?"
Megan looked at her like she had said the most ridiculous thing ever.
"They are not the same."
"They're both pink."
"One is light pink."
"And the other?"
"Soft pink."
Y/N blinked.
"Those are the same thing."
Audrey immediately jumped into the conversation.
"No they're not."
Y/N looked at her.
"Whose side are you on?"
"Mommy's."
Megan smiled proudly.
"Good choice."
Y/N shook her head.
"Already teaming up against me."
Audrey giggled.
"You're funny, Mama."
Y/N smiled because hearing Audrey call her that still made something warm settle in her chest every single time.
She walked over and helped Audrey get dressed while Megan fixed the little details.
Megan made sure the shirt was sitting correctly, fixed the sleeves, and adjusted the bow in Audrey's hair before Audrey even had a chance to complain.
"Mommy," Audrey said.
"Yes?"
"You fixed my bow three times."
"Because it needed to be fixed."
"It looked the same."
Megan paused.
"Okay, but I knew."
Y/N laughed.
"That is the most Megan answer ever."
Once Audrey was dressed, Y/N took over for the hair.
She sat Audrey on the bathroom counter while Megan stood nearby, watching.
Y/N carefully separated Audrey's hair, concentrating so much that Megan couldn't help but smile.
"You know you don't have to make it perfect, right?"
"Yes, I do."
Megan laughed.
"Why?"
"Because it's her first day."
"That doesn't answer my question."
Y/N shrugged.
"I want her to feel good."
And that was the answer Megan expected.
Because that was Y/N.
She might not always say how much she cared, but she showed it.
Every single day.
Audrey looked at herself in the mirror.
"I like it."
Y/N smiled.
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Megan walked over and kissed Audrey's cheek.
"You look so pretty."
Audrey smiled.
"Thank you."
Then she looked at Y/N.
"Mama?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you do my hair every day?"
Y/N looked surprised.
"Every day?"
"Yes."
Megan laughed.
"Careful. You just gave yourself a new job."
Y/N smiled.
"I don't mind."
And Megan knew she meant it.
By the time they were actually ready to leave, they had taken approximately one hundred pictures.
Megan was responsible for most of them.
"Okay, one more."
Y/N looked at her.
"You said that ten pictures ago."
"This one is different."
"How?"
"Audrey smiled differently."
Audrey stood between them, holding her backpack.
"My cheeks hurt."
Y/N immediately laughed.
"Okay, picture time is over."
Megan looked offended.
"But—"
"No."
"Megan."
"No."
Audrey grabbed both of their hands.
"Come on."
They both looked down.
"Where are we going?"
"School."
Y/N smiled.
"She's literally telling us to hurry up."
Megan sighed dramatically.
"Our daughter is rushing us on her first day."
Audrey nodded seriously.
"Yes."
YN grabbed her backpack and opened the front door.
"Alright, kindergarten. Let's go."
And as the three of them walked outside together, Audrey happily leading the way between them, Y/N and Megan exchanged a small look.
Because even though they were nervous, even though they knew things were changing, there was something special about watching their little girl walk confidently into a new chapter.
Especially because they got to be there for every second of it.
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The drive to school was supposed to be a quick one.
That was what Y/N kept telling herself, at least.
It was only fifteen minutes from their house to Audrey's school , and they had driven that route dozens of times before. They knew every turn, every stop sign, every little store they passed on the way.
But somehow, that morning, the drive felt different.
Maybe it was because Audrey wasn't sitting in the backseat with a random toy or singing along to a cartoon like she usually did.
Instead, she was sitting there in her brand-new school outfit, her little backpack beside her, looking out the window with the biggest smile on her face.
She looked ready.
More ready than either of them.
Y/N glanced at her through the rearview mirror, watching as Audrey quietly hummed to herself while swinging her feet.
"You good back there?"
Audrey looked up.
"Yeah."
"Not nervous?"
"No."
Y/N nodded slowly.
"Not even a little?"
Audrey shook her head.
"Nope."
Megan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around in her seatbelt.
"Not even a tiny bit?"
Audrey thought about it for a second.
Then she smiled.
"No."
Megan looked at Y/N.
"She's doing better than us."
Y/N let out a small laugh.
"She really is."
Megan smiled and reached over, placing her hand on Y/N's arm. It was something she did without thinking, especially during moments like this. A small reminder that even though they were both feeling a lot, they were experiencing it together.
Y/N glanced down at their hands and smiled before turning her hand over to hold Megan's.
For a few seconds, neither of them said anything.
They just sat there, fingers intertwined, watching their daughter happily talk from the backseat.
"Mommy?"
Megan looked back.
"Yes, baby?"
"Are you and Mama going to be okay?"
Both of them paused.
Y/N looked in the mirror.
"What do you mean?"
Audrey shrugged.
"You guys keep looking sad."
Megan immediately looked offended.
"We're not sad."
Audrey tilted her head.
"You cried when we bought my backpack."
Y/N covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
Megan looked at her.
"You're not helping."
"I'm sorry," Y/N said, even though she was clearly laughing.
Audrey continued.
"And Mama stared at my school shoes for like ten minutes."
Y/N looked caught.
"They were nice shoes."
"They're just shoes."
Y/N nodded.
"Exactly. Nice shoes."
Megan laughed.
"Our daughter is judging us."
Audrey smiled proudly.
"I think you guys worry too much."
Y/N shook her head.
"Where did you learn that?"
Audrey pointed at her.
"You say it to Mommy."
Megan looked at Y/N.
"You created this."
Y/N shrugged.
"I taught her honesty."
"You taught her how to call me dramatic."
"And?"
Megan tried to stay serious, but she couldn't.
She laughed.
When they finally pulled into the school parking lot, everything suddenly became real.
There were kids everywhere.
Parents walking their children toward the entrance.
Little backpacks bouncing as kids ran around excitedly.
Y/N turned off the car and sat there for a moment.
Not because she didn't want to get out.
Just because she wanted to remember it.
Megan noticed immediately.
She always noticed.
She reached over and gently squeezed Y/N's hand.
"You okay?"
Y/N nodded.
"Yeah."
Megan smiled softly.
"You're doing the thing again."
"What thing?"
"The quiet thing."
Y/N looked over.
"What quiet thing?"
"The thing where you're feeling a lot but pretending you're just thinking."
Y/N smiled because she hated how easily Megan could read her.
"I'm fine."
Megan raised an eyebrow.
Y/N sighed.
"Okay. I'm a little emotional."
"There it is."
"But I'm happy."
Megan nodded.
"I know."
Y/N looked back at Audrey, who was already unbuckling herself.
"She's growing up."
Megan smiled.
"She is."
Y/N looked at her.
"That doesn't bother you?"
Megan laughed softly.
"Of course it does."
She reached over and fixed a tiny piece of Y/N's hair that had fallen out of place.
"But I'm also excited."
Y/N smiled.
"That's why I love you."
Megan smiled back.
"I know."
Y/N laughed.
"Wow."
"What?"
"You're supposed to say you love me too."
Megan leaned over and kissed her on the lips
"I do."
Y/N smiled.
"Better."
From the backseat, Audrey cleared her throat.
Both of them turned.
She was staring at them.
"What?"
Audrey pointed toward the school.
"Can we go now?"
Y/N and Megan burst out laughing.
"She really doesn't care about our moment."
Megan shook her head.
"She has places to be."
The three of them walked toward the school together.
Y/N carried Audrey's backpack even though Audrey insisted she could carry it herself.
"I can hold it," Audrey said.
"I know."
"Then why are you holding it?"
YN looked down at her.
"Because I want to."
Audrey accepted that answer immediately.
Megan walked on Audrey's other side, holding her hand and smiling every time she looked down at her.
She couldn't help it.
She wanted to remember everything.
The way Audrey's little hand fit inside hers.
The way she kept jumping over cracks in the sidewalk.
The way she looked so excited about something that was probably going to become normal one day.
When they reached the classroom door, Audrey stopped.
The teacher smiled at her.
Good morning!"
Audrey smiled back.
"Good morning!"
Y/N and Megan looked at each other.
Their daughter didn't even hesitate.
She walked right in.
Both of them stood there, surprised.
Megan whispered.
"That's it?"
Y/N looked at her.
"What?"
"She just walked in."
Y/N laughed quietly.
"She's confident."
"She didn't even look back."
Y/N glanced into the classroom.
Then, almost like she heard them, Audrey turned around.
She waved.
Both Y/N and Megan immediately waved back.
Audrey smiled.
Then she turned around and started talking to another kid.
Megan put a hand over her heart dramatically.
"She's already making friends."
Y/N wrapped an arm around Megan's shoulders and pulled her close.
"She's going to be okay."
Megan leaned into her.
"I know."
They stayed there a little longer than they probably needed to.
Not because Audrey needed them.
She didn't.
But because they needed one extra moment.
One extra second before walking away.
Finally, Y/N kissed Megan's forehead.
"Come on."
Megan nodded.
"Okay."
They walked back toward the car together, holding hands.
And even though both of them were smiling, they both knew the same thing.
The house was going to feel very different without Audrey there for the first time.
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By the time they arrived at the school, Y/N was trying very hard to act normal.
She was failing.
Megan noticed immediately.
"You're doing it again."
Y/N looked at her.
Doing what?"
"The thing where you pretend you're calm."
"I am calm."
"You parked five minutes early."
"So?"
"The doors don't open for five minutes."
Y/N shrugged.
"We're here."
Megan smiled.
"You missed her."
Y/N looked away.
"Maybe."
Megan laughed.
"Definitely."
They waited together, holding hands while watching the classroom door.
And then suddenly, they saw her.
Audrey.
She walked out with her backpack on, holding a piece of paper in one hand and smiling so big that both of them immediately smiled too.
The second she saw them, her whole face lit up.
"Mama! Mommy!"
She ran over as fast as she could.
Y/N immediately bent down and opened her arms, catching her.
"There's my girl."
Audrey hugged her tightly before turning to Megan.
"Mommy!"
Megan hugged her next.
"How was your first day?"
Audrey pulled away, looking like she had been waiting all day for this exact question.
"It was amazing."
Y/N smiled.
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Tell us everything."
And Audrey did.
Immediately.
The entire walk back to the car became a full presentation.
She told them about her teacher.
She told them about the classroom.
She told them where she sat.
She told them about the books they read.
She told them about the drawing she made.
She told them about recess.
She told them about the snack she ate.
She told them about another kid who accidentally spilled their crayons and how she helped pick them up.
By the time they reached the car, Y/N and Megan were both smiling because Audrey had somehow managed to summarize an entire day in the longest possible way.
"So," Y/N said as she buckled her in.
"Yeah?"
"You had fun?"
Audrey nodded.
"Yes."
"I knew you would."
Audrey smiled.
"I told you guys."
Megan laughed.
"She really did."
Y/N closed the door and looked at Megan.
"She was right."
"I know."
That's annoying."
Megan laughed.
"She gets that from you."
Y/N shook her head.
"No, that's definitely you."
"Oh yeah."
Megan looked back.
"What?"
"I have a boyfriend."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Y/N, who was driving, slowly looked at Megan.
Megan looked back at her.
Neither of them said anything for a second.
Then Y/N blinked.
"Come again?"
Audrey looked confused.
"I have a boyfriend."
Megan covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
Y/N looked in the mirror.
"Audrey."
"Yes?"
"You're five."
"I know."
"And you have a boyfriend?"
Audrey nodded proudly.
"Yes."
Megan was already laughing.
Y/N looked at her.
"You're laughing?"
"Because I know where this is going."
Y/N looked back at Audrey.
"Who is this boyfriend?"
"Chase."
"Chase?"
"Yes."
Y/N was quiet.
"What does Chase do?"
Audrey thought about it.
"He gave me a blue crayon."
Y/N paused.
Megan immediately started laughing harder.
"He gave you a blue crayon?"
"Yes."
"And that makes him your boyfriend?"
Audrey nodded.
"Yes."
Y/N looked at Megan.
"I don't know how I feel about this."
Megan wiped a tear from laughing.
"Y/N."
"What?"
"She thinks boyfriend means someone who shares crayons."
Y/N looked back at Audrey.
Audrey smiled innocently.
"He's nice."
Y/N sighed.
"Okay."
Megan grinned.
"Okay?"
"Yeah."
"What happened to the dramatic speech?"
Y/N shrugged.
"I realized he just has good crayon manners."
Audrey smiled.
"He does."
Megan leaned toward Y/N.
"You were ready to have a conversation with a kindergartener."
"I was protecting my daughter."
"She's five."
"She's still my daughter."
Megan smiled because that was the most Y/N answer possible.
That night, after dinner, they sat together on the couch.
Audrey was in the middle of them, wearing pajamas, showing them every paper she brought home.
"This one is my favorite," she explained.
Y/N looked at the drawing.
"It's amazing."
"What is it?"
"It's us."
Y/N smiled.
The picture wasn't perfect.
The people had uneven arms and giant heads, but it was perfect to them.
Megan leaned against Y/N's shoulder while Audrey continued explaining every tiny detail.
And for a moment, they just listened.
Because this was the part they wanted to remember.
Not just the first day of school.
Not just the pictures.
Not just dropping her off.
But this.
Their daughter sitting between them, excitedly telling them about her day.
Their little family exactly where it was supposed to be.
Y/N looked at Megan and smiled.
"She had a good day."
Megan nodded.
"She did."
Y/N looked down at Audrey.
"And somehow we survived."
Audrey looked up.
"You guys were worried?"
Both of them froze.
Megan laughed.
Y/N pointed at her.
"Don't tell people that."
Audrey smiled.
"I knew."
Megan kissed her cheek.
"You're too smart."
Audrey smiled proudly.
"I know."
Y/N laughed.
"Definitely got that from you."
Megan looked at her.
"Excuse me?"
Y/N smiled and pulled both of them closer.
"Nothing."
And as Audrey settled between them, happily talking about everything she wanted to do tomorrow, Y/N and Megan realized something.
Their little girl was growing up.
But they weren't missing it.
They were right there for every first step, every new adventure, every silly story, and every little moment that made Audrey who she was.
And honestly?
They wouldn't trade that for anything.
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I totally didn’t stay up all night trying to right this 🥹
{ ive read a few things similar that helped me so credits to all those authors for the little inspirations 🙇♀️♡ }
manon had a complicated relationship with you. it started through her friend sophie. manon’s been crying about wanting a cat for weeks but her work had a limit she hated. sophie so happen to know another that was planning to get one which was you. she introduced you and instantly it became an agreement. manon named the cat spoon questionably you just went with it. the arrangement was simple. he was in your care when she was busy. when she was free you switch so she had him. somewhere in between the switching and forbidden nights feelings got involved. she wanted you. she was territorial and stubborn. anything you did away from her only fed the feelings and her poor denial of it
denial! manon gained a habit of hitting you up with a lie. something on behalf of spoon always so you’d take it seriously all she wanted was to see you without sounding desperate
im so clumsy i accidentally lost one of his mouse toys. could u get another one for me?
i completely forgot to grab his bowl from your place i’ll come back around
denial! manon loves to seem unbothered about your life yet she’s nosey. telling you to do whatever you want she just wants her cat. then the moment she sees any video or post of you online she has a fit. especially if your out with people she personally didn’t recognize easily gets in her feelings
so this what we doing? drop off the cat then ghostin?
answer this phone before i get dressed
denial! manon would fight a label so much. says you don’t own her she don’t own you so she dosent care who you see. then anyone you entertain she just wasn’t having it
spoon would not approve of you treating his other mother this way you know
so you could say my name all night but not to these people u talking too? interesting you must want me to come get you
denial! manon knows you knew very well why she’s like this. its went beyond spoon months ago. still you wouldn’t let up without hearing it from her directly she knew that. it was frustrating until it gets to a point she can’t fight it anymore
we literally share cat support is that not enough?? so were doing the ignoring again okay
alright baby you got it i want you there i said it now turn that location back on before i leave this house cuz i will find you
this is a moment in the original script that I wish they'd kept in the final version of obsession. the absolute disgusting way that real nikki appearing just becomes routine for bear and he completely ignores her in order to keep her. it's so horrifying the way her torment turns into something he hardly acknowledges
the desire to pretend white women are simply always victims and groomed into fascist movements instead of being willing participants is by design, u have been taught ur entire life that white women are dainty angels that have to be lead and protected and no harm they do is fault of their own, thats why u think literal nazi women are just confused harmless babies, it’s designed that way on purpose
hiiii gracie may i request for roommate!billie au in-between a school trip to somewhere? maybe like junior year
roommate!billie au: the in between chapters
school trip
roommate!billie, who made you giggle a bit at her packing the night before.
roommate!billie, who wanted to make sure you guys had everything for your trip.
every spring semester, your campus activities board holds a mystery trip. the circumstances were always the same: the bus left early in the morning and returned late at night; it was always a few-hour drive, and you had free rein to do whatever you wanted once in the mystery location. going to school in central CA meant you had plenty of places to go within a 4-5-hour drive.
roommate!billie, who loved these trips, because it meant a whole day of uninterrupted time with you. some years your friends went too, but that only meant meeting up for lunch and then debriefing on the bus home. in between was reserved for you two.
roommate!billie, who had a whole photo collage on her bedroom wall of just trips you two have been on.
a sweet photo of the two of you in front of Sleeping Beauty’s castle in Anaheim, a goofy one of you both underneath the tunnel log chandelier tree in Sequoia National Park, some beach photos from up and down the coast, and maybe one or two secret photos of you asleep on her shoulder on the drives home.
roommate!billie, who was like a kid on christmas morning the day of.
“pssstttt!!!” you heard her whisper yell into your ear. you groaned and turned over away from her. she grumbled for a second, but persisted.
“excuse me,” she poked your side playfully. “we have a very important trip to attend.”
you couldn’t help but smile at her excitement, cracking an eye open and finally allowing the day to begin.
“there she is,” she smiled wide.
“too early,” you grumbled and turned back over under the blanket.
roommate!billie who made coffee for you both, and packed some little breakfast snacks to enjoy on the bus ride to wherever you were going.
… a very long bus ride it ended up being. when you awoke a few hours later, snugly on billie’s shoulder, you two could barely tell where you were!
“bils?” you questioned, wiping your hand across the foggy window.
she just shrugged and squinted, trying to get any clues.
“alright everyone!!” the campus activities board advisor stood up at the front of the bus with a smile. “i hope the ride was okay for everyone, i apologize for the length. but i hope it will be worth it to spend the day in…… san francisco!!!”
the bus buzzed with excitement at the mention of such a big city. so much to do, so many things to see..
“as you know this was quite the drive up here and we did in fact take two buses. so we are offering to everyone the option to either come back to campus tonight, or we have arranged a small number of hotel rooms so you don’t have to cut your day short,”
the two of you heard nothing after that, buzzing at the idea of a night alone after a few months living with other roommates in your apartment.
jane and ava were lovely, the nicest roommates you could ask for, and it brought rent down a ton. but… it hits different sleeping together knowing you’re completely alone.
after chatting with andrea, and securing a room for two, you guys were off to your first stop.
roommate!billie who spent all of real breakfast, planning the perfect 24 hours: chocolate from Ghirardelli's, a tour of Alcatraz, somehow getting an uber ride across the Golden Gate Bridge, and a romantic dinner on the pier.
“c’mere mama.” you turned your head, looking away from the view across the Ghirardelli Plaza. billie sat across from you with hooded eyes, and a spoonful of chocolatey goodness out for you. she insisted on chocolate right after breakfast was the perfect next stop.
you chuckled and rolled your eyes a bit as you leaned over and opened your mouth, welcoming the syrupy sugar to melt on your tongue. billie secretly set up her little blog camera to the side, capturing the moment.
“good?” she asked, scraping the bottom of her paper cup for more.
“the best ice cream i’ve ever had. even at 9:30 am.” billie smiled and leaned over the table to kiss the corner of your mouth sweetly. she had the gooey look in her eyes, just so happy and in love.
you turned back to the view as billie scooped some ice cream for herself. she shuffled in her seat, so she could be seen more on camera.
“i love her,” she mouthed, pointing at your figure.
roommate!billie, who needed more bundling up than you did, as you rode across the bay.
knowing your love for history, you two agreed that a tour of the infamous alcatraz prison was a must-see for the day. however, you both underestimated just how cold it would be riding the small ferry across the legendary shark-infested waters, even in may!
“are you okay?!” you asked, a little in shock at the sight of your girlfriend chattering and shaking next to you.
“yup! i-i’m good!!” she faked a smile and not-so-subtly shifted closer.
you looked her up and down with a knowing smile as you shifted behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her in close.
roommate!billie, who geeked out with you the whole tour; grimacing as the audio tour guide detailed the crimes that got people locked up in here, gawking at the size of the main block, and wishing you could come back at night for a spooky ghost tour.
roommate!billie, who on the ferry ride back to the mainland, explained her “foolproof” plan for escaping, scoffing at the “lack of planning” the failed escapees had back in the day.
you explored for a few more hours, walking along the wharf, going into gift shops and doing some shopping, and eating any kind of vegan seafood like dishes you could get your hands on.
however, the most exciting thing to do so far, was naturally the golden gate bridge. you took a zillion photos in front, and were able to book a group uber with some classmates you met up with. you all ooed and aahed as you drove across and back, watching the sun cut through the thick fog, and sparkle across the bay.
billie insisted on going into the gift store, adding yet another christmas tree ornament to her collection.
“so we have record of all our travels when we’re older,” she explained, shrugging casually.
you flushed at the thought; your shared memories decorating a tree in your living room, telling stories to your kids as you reminisced….
roommate!billie, who made sure you two got to check into your hotel early, promising some rest before dinner.
“god my feet fucking HURT,” she exclaimed, flipping down onto the fluffy hotel bed.
“you and me both,” you flopped right next to her, making the bed bounce a bit.
billie turned her head to face you. her thick lashes fluttered as she looked between your eyes and your lips. she smiled softly as she brushed some hair off your face.
“hey,” she practically whispered.
“hi,” you replied.
“as much as i want to nap right now, you couldn’t pry me from your arms in a million years i’m so tired,” she groaned, trying her hardest not to fall asleep right then and there.
“do you want to shower together?” you asked as a compromise.
billie stilled and looked up at you with big, knowing eyes. you couldn’t help the cackle you let out.
roommate!billie always love getting ready for dates together. she sometimes misses the whole “i’ll pick you up” thing you did freshman year. but she enjoyed watching you get all ready just the same.
roommate!billie who definitely had a staring problem as you dried your hair… can you blame her??
roommate!billie, who adored the flush on your skin after a shower, warm and soft and smelling like vanilla and citrus. she loved even more when you got ready in just your underwear, letting your skin dry naturally. she come up behind you and rest her chin on your shoulder before leaving little kisses on your neck- okay.. back to san francisco
“this is so beautiful billie!” you sighed, watching the sunset across the bay. billie sat across from you simply in awe of you and only you. you almost wanted to scold her for not enjoying the view you were only getting tonight.
“yeahhh,” she sunk deeper into her hand, propped up on the table by her elbow.
“you’re such a sap,” you smiled, barely biting your bottom lip.
“for you?? hell yeah baby,” you giggled as she took your hand and left kisses across your knuckles.
“i still can’t believe this all started because we decided to be roommates based on a single instagram post,” you explained.
“best instagram posts we’ve ever posted in my opinion.”
“i couldn’t agree more.”
later that night, you both flopped back into your hotel room after saying goodnight to the few classmates you bumped into in the lobby.
you both got changed and ready for bed in comfortable quiet, letting the cable tv fill in the gaps. billie couldn’t help but kiss you all over the second you two were cuddled in bed.
“we’re aloneeeeee!!!” she said in a sing-songy voice.
“bils, we’re alone all the time.”
“not like this though,” she whined. “jane and ava are always just down the hall, or we’re at one of our parents houses, i mean we never get to just sleep by ourselves,” she pouted a little.
“huh. i didn’t think about it like that,” you stated up at the ceiling in thought. “i guess your right..” you trailed off, tracing shapes on her back as her breathing began to slow.
“hey um.. have you thought about housing yet for next year? i think we have our time-slots for deciding like next week..” you started.
“yeah a little, i figured we’d just live with the girls again. why?” she questioned calmly.
“well what if..” you stumbled on your words. “what if we lived off campus?”
“that could be nice, it would be more expensive than campus housing though and i don’t know what they want to do..”
“what if though, if was just us??”
billie went quiet for a minute, a little surprised but also taking in your words.
“like… an apartment for just the two of us? like… moving in together?”
you stayed quiet for a minute again, letting her words sink in. you shifted in her arms to see her better.
“yeah… yeah exactly like that.”
without another word, billie lunged forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. she tasted like mint toothpaste, and a hint of the wine she had at dinner.
“that’s exactly what i want.” she answered finally.
megan has never been subtle with her attraction. she's kissed girls before, yet that confidence stutters with you; like you're too good to touch. she's not sure what makes you so different, but maybe she can blame it on you being her bestfriend's younger sister?
slightly older!megan x fem!reader
fluff, slight angst, slow burn af, kind of suggestive, age gap (think 19 and 21 ish), swearing, drugs
word count: 12k ish
author's note: first fic kinda nervy guyss, comments would be appreciated :)
you weren't that much younger than your brother. yeah, he grew a few inches taller sooner than you, but it wasn't that long until you stuttered behind.
you were able to wear the clothes he grew out of maybe a few months after he dumped them, though you two didn't really share the same style. it'd just be out of pure spite. you would steal his hats, his jewelry, his car, and sometimes the bong he tried to hide away in his gross closet with his shoe boxes .
he would steal your money, your friends after he noticed their eyes lingering a bit too long when he'd happen to walk past your room, and recently your makeup since he's been on some interesting "guy liner" trend that you supposedly just "wouldn't understand." his exact words.
to keep it short, you and him had always been relatively close. spending almost every first experience together, while still having your respective identities to cling to when the other's company got too suffocating. having him was great when you wanted to talk shit about some guy you were seeing, or when you needed a verbal punching bag after a terrible day.
he was kind of the perfect brother, or close enough.
yet he made it his mission to remind you why you don't say that to him often.
"dude! i told you to put my shit back after using it."
you burst into his room, nose immediately scrunching up from the strong smell of axe and....nail polish remover?
he swivels his chair around slowly, and stops once he's facing you. then looks at you a bit uninterested before he makes a face that implies he may be genuinely thinking about something for once.
"are you talking about your friend melanie from the other day?" he starts as he absentmindely pickes up a lighter from his desk and sighs. "i sent her back to your room after we were done, i even made sure to point her in the right direction this time. not my fault she lost her way" he says as he flicks it on and off, the lighter failing to ignite twice, before looking at you with the hint of a smile.
you stare at him for a second, making a face of disgust.
"...what are you even— are you talking about maggie? she didn't even say anything about— " you start to complain before taking a breath and rubbing the bridge of your nose annoyed.
"whatever i don't fucking care, did you take my nail polish or not?" you ask in defeat before staring at him expectedly.
he looks a bit confused before recognition crosses his face, and he quickly spins around in his chair towards his desk. he grabs something then faces you, before standing to walk closer and shoving it towards your chest.
your black nail polish.
"yeah thanks, worked perfectly." he says with a shrug.
you huff as you take it from his hands, taking a few steps back as he starts floating around his room to tidy up.
"what did you need it for anyway?" you scoff as your eyes follow him.
"what? a guy can't paint his nails?" he says in a teasing tone, not sparing you a glance as he shoves some clothes under his bed.
you roll your eyes and look at his fingers, not seeing a drop of the black nail polish he grabbed without your knowledge. not having the energy to argue, you turn on your heel to leave his stuffy room just as he opens his mouth to speak.
"megan lended me her black boots, but i scuffed 'em up a little." you hear his footsteps behind you as you turn back around to face him. he's holding the shoes in his hand, shoving the damaged part in your face.
"didn't have paint, so i slapped some nail polish on it. you can't really tell can you?" he says smug.
you make a face and shove his hands away.
those are megan's shoes.
megan
she had been attached to your brother's hip since you could remember, his style changing as soon as the—then—ginger made her way into his life.
you remember the first time she came over, hair as bright as her personality and a smile that just screamed mischief. your parents welcomed her with open arms, estatic to know your brother had the capability to interact with women.
or at least that's what they said, you knew they just thought he was gay.
you almost snort at the thought, not that it even mattered.
your brother was just, well him. and she was totally not into him in that way, instead, making herself known as his best and only tolerable friend.
megan always had a certain energy about her. she was pretty friendly, a smile that always reached her eyes, and had enough friends to be invited to most parties. she wasn't the worst influence, and she brought your brother out of his shell socially. the girl was a tiny bit obnoxious and had the ability to just casually blurt out what was on her mind, ask her and she'd defintely blame it on the weed, but she was definitely not as annoying as your brother.
that seemed to be her charm.
you and her never talked much, your conversations ranging from "where's the bathroom?" to "do you have any pads i can borrow?" whenever she would spend the night, but you did notice her.
only recently did you guys have more than a surface level interaction.
you remember walking past her as she lounged on your couch, your brother upstairs in his room grabbing something. you were going out with a few of your friends, proud to say that your outfit was snug in all the right ways.
"nice top."
that was all she said, sounding a bit absentminded, your movements stuttered as you looked back at her. her eyes were focused on her phone, but she looked back up at you when she noticed she had your attention. you hum in acknowledgment and turn around before leaving through the front door.
you made sure to wear the same top a bit more often following that.
"hello?"
oh, back to the present.
you blink for a second, not realizing your thoughts had drifted to the girl you hadn't seen roaming around your house in a little over 2 weeks.
"looks like shit." you reply a bit too smoothly with a snicker, your brother smacking his lips in response.
"whatever, she won't care. nothing i can do anyways, she's almost here."
your ears perk up at his last few words as he slides past you into the hallway with the shoes perched in his arms, mumbling something like get the fuck out of my room as he leaves. you don't pay it any mind.
you follow him curiously, wanting to know a bit more about his plans.
"she's coming right now?" you question, as he makes his way down the stairs slowly with you right on his heels.
he sighs irritatedly and glances over his shoulder at you. "i texted her like 10 mins ago. some party we're going to." he keeps it short and sweet, heading to the kitchen before you both hear a few knocks from the front door.
your brother heads straight for the door, your dog hurridly making his way to you after the disturbance.
"hey koda, hey boy." you reach down and coo at him, before your attention is taken by a girl you should be used to seeing by now standing in the front doorway.
she's already inside by the time you process her presence. your dog running straight for her as your brother closes the door.
she gets on her knees, cooing at koda as he licks all over her hands and desperately tries to wet her chin. she chuckles and dodges his kisses, standing right up again before sparing you a glance.
she looks different.
a little too different.
her hair is a bit longer, freshly dyed black with blondish spots all over. her stance is a bit relaxed, one of her hands stuffed into her jacket pocket.
she looks really good.
and you really like her hair, even more than the pink from before.
you look into her eyes, sharp but still so puppy-like, just as you remembered. then your eyes trail down to her lips, that for some reason seem to be forming into an oddly attractive smile—
"hey, y/n, you good?" her eyebrows a bit pulled up in concern, a curious tone in her voice. that distracting smile long gone now.
you snap out of it, for the second time today, and try to recover by casually calling koda back over.
you rub his head a little to subtly shake off your nerves.
"yea yea, i'm fine. just glad you're taking this idiot off my hands." you say with a sigh, glancing at her eyes again before pointing towards your brother.
she lowly laughs at that, her eyes landing on the idiot you speak of before a small spark appeared in them. she walks into the kitchen with your brother and leans against the island a little.
"you aren't coming with us?" she asks confused, head tilted a little but gaze still on you.
you raise an eyebrow in confusion before opening your mouth to respond before being rudely interrupted.
"i—"
"no she is not, can't babysit her megs. i'm getting wasted." your brother says as he grabs an apple off of the counter. he takes a bite and leans on the counter beside her, nudging her a little.
she laughs at that, your eyes narrowing at them both as she throws her hand back at his comment.
you flip them off before heading to the fridge to grab a water.
"fuck off, not sure i wanna hang out with you guys anyway. i'm going somewhere later." you say begrudgingly before taking a sip. your brother's head snaps at you, then he tuts before throwing his half eaten apple away and wiping his hands on his clothes.
"good luck with that cause we're taking the car." he says as he leans foward and snatches your water from you, taking a big sip.
"what the fuck?" you say in annoyance and shock. you watch him shrug and swish the water in his mouth like mouthwash before swallowing it.
"why can't you just take megan's car? what was the point of her even driving here?" you look at both of them in disbelief.
"the party is close to my neighbourhood, don't want my parents to recognize my car and know i'm going. they're kinda pissed at me" megan's voice breaks you from your rage calmly, your eyebrows smoothing out from their furrow as you focus on her words.
"they've been drilling me about applying for shit before the summer ends, but they loveeee dylan. he can do no wrong according to them." she says with a small smirk, tone screaming 'that's why i'm here'. almost as if she wanted to lessen the blow your brother just threw at you.
it worked. a little.
you eyes shift away from her, before you roll them and sigh.
"yeah cause he's just so responsible and kind." you say with a painfully fake smile. eyes shooting daggers back at the older girl.
she looks at you for a second, lingering before her eyes drop to observe your outfit. you follow her gaze, looking at your pajama pants with little characters on them before shifting in embarrassment.
it was your house for fuck's sake.
"nice pants." she says and looks away.
your eyes don't leave her.
your brother ignores your side conversation, and looks at megan before snapping his fingers as if he remembered something. "here's your shoes dude, forgot i had them." he shoves them in her hands and immediately makes his way to the door. you and megan following him with your eyes.
"sorry y/n/n, can't be late to the party. talk later?" he says feigning innocence with a mock pout.
megan looks between you guys caustiously, before leaning from the counter and walking backwards towards the door. a small apology written on her face before she turns around, slightly jogging behind your brother as he walks out of the door.
she glances at you once more when she reaches the doorway, your brother already gone and a glint in her eyes.
"i guess we owe you now."
—
oh they sure did owe you.
it had been a few days since then but if anyone knew anything about you, they knew that you could hold a pretty good grudge.
not only did your brother take the car, well his car, without any warning.
he stayed out until who-fucking-knows when and completely spoiled your plans for the evening. to make matters worse, he left barely enough gas for you to go anywhere the next day so you just stayed in.
but today was a new day, and you were determined to get out of the house somehow.
you had just finished getting ready, applying your lip gloss and spraying a few generous amounts of perfume before finally looking at yourself in the mirror. you decided you'd go out and get lunch, sending a quick last minute text to your friends to see if they wanted to join but not expecting to hear anything back. not like you cared that much.
you sighed before heading to your brother's room, remembering that you needed his card to put gas in the car so you didn't have to worry about being stranded on the road.
you'd be damned if he tried to make you pay for it. wasn't your car.
not bothering to knock, you kick his door open with your foot, barely lifiting your leg.
"hey dylan, the car is almost on empty and you didn't even—oh"
dylan looked very different, almost like a girl with long beautifully dyed hair and doe eyes that just made you want to say yes to anything.
oh that's because it was megan fucking skiendiel sprawled across his bed, your brother actually nowhere to be found. not a surprise but still pleasant.
she looks at you, eyes a bit wide from your abrupt entrance before she relaxes again. her attention focused on some game she was playing on the tv once she realized who it was.
"where's dylan?" you ask her, your back straightening a bit at her presence.
she pauses at that, putting the controller down and looking over at you.
"he's in the shower right now, i think?" she says shortly, still looking at you after noticing what you were wearing.
you curse under your breath and move to leave the room before a voice stops you.
"wait." you hear megan utter hesitantly.
"do you need me to drop you off somewhere? sounds like you need the car, and mine is outside." she says casually, looking at you to see how you took her offer
you glance at her in thought, eyes narrowing a bit.
"why?" you ask simply. short and blunt.
it's not like it's weird that she offered that, but you guys never had a conversation more than 5 minutes. and she surely never offered to take you anywhere, you had the right to be curious. she looks a little confused and almost a tiny bit thrown off before quickly finding a rebuttal.
"well i still owe you right?" she says with a small smile growing, eyebrows raising in challenge.
you nod silently, hum at the mention of that, and continue speaking.
"...i was just going out for lunch, i guess it's not that important. i'll just wait or something—" you say without much care before being interrupted.
megan raises to her feet slowly, shaking her head at your words and uses a hand to gesture to you.
"well we can't just let you get all dressed up for nothing. i know a place. not that far from here and we don't have to stay out long." she proposes with a long look at your outfit and a question in her voice, not minding if you declined or accepted.
her casualness set off something in your brain, and her eyes fixed on you set off a buzzy feeling in your stomach....
"i mean...it wouldn't bother you would it?" you slightly asked, shifting in your spot as she moved to stand in front of you.
she didn't respond and grabbed her shoes, put her jacket on, and snatched up her keys. she walked past you to head towards the stairs, her perfume leaving a lingering burn to your nose.
she turns towards you, that annoying smile that reaches her eyes plastered on her face.
"not at all." she said finally, letting you follow her the rest of the way.
—
megan was quieter than you expected.
she had drove you in silence while humming to the music on the radio, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel to whatever song was on at the moment. you knew some of them, so you nodded your head along a bit.
you caught yourself spacing out a lot while looking at her.
you're sure it looked weird, but your brain felt oddly at calm. you thought about how nice the burn of the sun felt on your skin through her windshield, and maybe about if she felt that same satisfaction. did she also like sunny days like this? is that why she was so insistent on taking you where you needed to go? did she even like summer?
not like you cared or anything.
you go against yourself and hum a little, almost smiling at the thought.
you wondered if you were right. you hoped not.
she reminded you of fall.
she glances over at you, catching your eye.
your eyes shift and you actually start looking towards the sun this time, not where it lands. not at her skin.
she leans over to turn the radio up.
you totally didn't care.
the cafe you guys sat in was filled with chatter. enough to snap you out of your thoughts about the drive there.
megan had led you to a table and walked over to the counter to order the both of you something earlier. she insisted that paying for the food came with her end of the deal. you just nodded at her, making a joke about how she'd for sure use this against you later. she smiled in response.
she comes back, food in hand and a mocking look on her face.
"that was almost 20 bucks, i guess you do owe me now." she says getting comfy in her chair.
"oh please you suggested this place." you say slightly snatching your drink from her hand with a playfully accusatory look on your face, helping her place everything else onto the table. she holds her hands up in defense, "and you agreed."
"i did."
silence.
"for me to have known you for so long, this truly does feel like our first time meeting." you say suddenly and surely, catching her attention as she takes a sip from her drink.
she pauses, then nods with a little bit of a laugh.
"yea, i guess you're right. but it doesn't feel weird, does it?" it seems like she's making more of a statement than asking you. you're a bit annoyed that she seems so sure, because she's right.
"it doesn't. but i am realizing you exhibit the best traits of my brother." you say with a sarcastic smile, not feeling the need to clarify what you meant as you're sure she perfectly understood.
she scoffs in offense, "he gets it from me actually, give credit where it's due y/n."
you pick up your drink and taste it, nodding in approval before responding, "i'm sure he does megan." you say sarcastically. she goes silent at that, letting your words linger in the air for a bit. the scenery was pretty nice, sun still out but not as intense as before. the noise around you being enough to not make you overthink the silence.
she looked comfortable here, like it's somewhere she visits a lot. you began to wonder if this is the table she always sits at. if she always comes alone, or is there another person that comes with her usually, and you were just acting as a seat warmer for the day.
that thought didn't bother you very much. maybe it did.
megan clears her throat a little. if she was trying to get your attention it worked, as your eyes completely focused on her as she takes in a breath.
"you've grown up a lot." she says simply, rubbing her palms against her jeans.
your eyebrow raises at that, "you say that like your 10 years older than me, we're 2 years apart megan." you pause to take another sip of your drink ", and i'm pretty sure you don't even really know much about me." your response sounds a bit harsher than you meant, but you let out a breath of relief when you realize she didn't take it in a negative way.
she stares at you and blinks before saying, "actually 3 years."
oh my goddd who cares
you roll your eyes and almost groan, she stops you before you can.
"no—no, i just meant your style is different. it's more...you. it suits you. you're a little bit more snarky than i remember but, not a complaint." she crosses her arms over her chest, "plus 3 years is enough for me to significantly say i am older than you. that's a fact." she says matter of factly, leaning back in her seat a bit.
she knows that's not the only thing that's changed about you, but it feels too much for the moment.
"i also have a few inches over you to prove that." she settles with, a smile hidden in her words.
your eyes narrow at her.
you almost want to ask what makes her think she knows what's more you, or ignore her comments until the heat from what seemed like her almost complimenting you went away. you could mention how you noticed her change too. how her new hair made her eyes look darker, or how her jacket smelled of cigarettes more each time she came to your house. you could mention how you noticed that her eyes lingered recently, or how her responses to you felt more open ended; like she wanted an excuse to make you talk more. or even how height was not at all a reliable sign of age.
but then you'd have to explain how you watched her, how you noticed. so you chose to respond the way you knew best.
"i'm not a child."
"never said you were." she held your gaze as she quickly replied to your remark.
she readjusts herself a bit, slightly tugging at the neck of her shirt like her clothes were a little too tight all of a sudden. you just watched, not feeling like you needed to respond. eyes looking for anything but her gaze because it felt too intense all of a sudden.
eventually, her attention darted to the desserts she brought to the table, leaning over to swap your chocolate chip cookie with the blueberry muffin she had on her side. you look at her in confusion, not understanding why that happened and a bit shaken by how fast it did.
she felt your stare and took a bite of the cookie while looking back.
"you don't like chocolate, right?" she said almost surely with her mouth full. again, phrasing her statements like a question she already knew the answer to.
"yeah but... how do you know that?" you ask tilting your head, slowly reaching for the muffin in front of you. you tried running through every interaction you two have had, wondering if that confession slipped in passing at any point. maybe it did, you weren't sure. suddenly you had no recollection of your life before this morning.
she pauses but shrugs you off as if it's nothing, responding vaguely.
"don't know, guess i just noticed."
don't you see me?
—
you've been thinking of megan a bit more recently.
it wasn't on purpose, it just seemed like your mind automatically drifted off to her.
the drive back home was nice. you guys talked a bit more, and you became more shameless with your curiousity towards her. she never commented on your glances once, you're not even sure if she noticed, but if she did you're grateful it was never mentioned.
dylan never mentioned it. not seeming to notice your absence, or how you guys came back together.
you were grateful for that as well.
it's not like anything weird happened, you just couldn't be bothered with his questions. though you were sure he'd become a bit curious soon. as you and megan's dynamic started to shift...ever so slightly.
suddenly you both were very aware of the other's presence in a room.
greetings that went from silent nods turned into her actually stopping to say hey to you, sometimes even asking about your day.
"hey y/n, weather's nice out right?" it was raining...?
"uh....huh."
"oh! hey y/n, dylan and i are going out to eat in a bit. you already ate today?"
"huh! oh...yea right. right."
you can't lie, you were pretty skeptical at first. not being able to offer more than a mumble and an eyebrow raise, as you looked back at her really pathetic-kind-of-hopeful eyes.
her really pretty eyes.
you remember watching tv in your living room a few days ago. the four walls of your room were beginning to remind you a bit too much of a coffin, so you thought you'd find yourself a bigger one. with air conditioning of course.
some old sitcom played, not really catching your interest, but nice enough to space out to. your legs were perched up on the couch, hand lazily reaching over to dig in some random bag of chips you found lying in your kitchen.
as you reach for the snack again, you feel the cushion beside you sink down and a hand quickly nudge yours to the side.
your head snaps towards them with a scowl before your eyes level on a girl with a shit-eating grin.
"this show's boring" she says getting herself comfy on the cushion beside you, the space between you evident.
you stare at her for a moment, face showcasing an almost stalled emotion. she had on a large hoodie, looked like one of your brother's. her hair was pulled back and she had rolled one of her sleeves up to dig in your bag of chips.
hm. not a bad look.
"you're boring." you reply back to ease over your slight shock, snatching the bag away from her reach.
her tongue clicks in her mouth before she responds, sitting up on the couch a bit.
"and you're not, which is why i'm here. dylan's being a bitch right now, locked me out of his room." she says with smoothly with a shrug, slightly reaching over you to retrieve the snacks back.
you huff lightheartedly, "sounds like he's being an angel again." you laugh off, surrendering the bag of chips as somewhat of a truce. she hums at that, tilting her head towards you in silence before her eyes look elsewhere for a second.
this is usually where your interactions end.
"i have a question." megan blurts.
you nod in acknowledgement, picking the remote up to find something better to watch.
"what are your plans once summer ends?" she asks with a pause, eventually diving back in to the snacks you had gave up in defeat. it was a question about your life, something you two never talked to each other about much. it didn't matter, or at least you thought so. the question undoubtedly left you a bit surprised.
yet you don't flinch, and actually try to answer with thought.
"college. i applied to a few earlier in the school year. i think i'm going wherever offers me a full ride. universities seem to really like cheer on your resume." you end off with a shrug, not liking the vagueness of your words but also not knowing how to expand more without oversharing.
she nods thoughtfully, eyes on as you speak, not moving to interrupt at any point. just genuinely curious.
"i think you're also forgetting the freaking 4.0 gpa you have. i assume you have a lot of options then." she jokes, mock resentment in her voice.
you quietly laugh in response. she likes how it sounds.
"what about you?" your eyes flicker to her, the colors on the tv beginning to blend together.
she shrugs, and her posture slouches, suddenly not very interested in talking about herself. "just what i've always been doing. might take a class or two at the community college, maybe even find a better job." she smoothes over her outfit, dusting the crumbs from her hands.
her voice stays at the same level as she briefly explains, no hint of excitement yet none of disappointment. you wondered how long she'd stay in your town and if she really liked it here. not like it mattered, she seemed to be doing well for herself, already a few steps ahead of you in life.
you nod in response, "you're happy?" question suddenly blurting from your thoughts.
you see her head turn towards you, and you look over to study her face. her eyes are bit confused, it seems as if she was trying to decipher if she should be offended or not. she loosely folds her arms over her chest, leaning her head against the couch. it makes you nervous, you didn't mean anything by it.
still, she answers. "i'd say i'm doing okay." she responds thoughtfully, though short.
"well then there's no need to change anything." you say finally, feeling like your point came across well enough. the confusion in the air settling into mutual understanding.
she nods, jaw clenching in thought before she opens her mouth to respond.
"hey megan my door's been unlocked for like—what are you guys doing?"
you both turn around at the voice, your eyes almost rolling in response.
"sorry i wanted to watch tv." megan gets up and heads back towards the stairs following your brother, not forgetting to spare you a glance. a small wink too.
you turn and pick the remote up again.
you sigh at the memory, finding yourself flipping through the channels of your own tv in your room. love island being a bit too embarassing to watch by yourself and your eyes becoming staticky the more you stared at the bright screen. you reach over and turn on your lamp, standing up to stretch your limbs before they went numb.
i should really find something to do besides watching tv.
you lean over your beside table with a yawn, almost starting to wonder what megan would be doing right now. it was getting a little dark out.
you aggresively shake away the thought, not liking where your thoughts about her were drifting.
it never dawned on you that you found her more than just attractive.
yea she was hot, maybe not your first exposure to liking girls, but a memorable one.
that was one fact you didn't even bother denying yourself of.
you just simply found yourself wanting to know more than what the eyes could conclude on their own. your conversation from the other day not surpressing your desire to know her more.
but it was just curiousity. nothing more. it's not like you had a crush on her or something. never did and never will. it's normal to stare at her when she changes something about herself. it's perfectly acceptable to wonder what she does in her free time besides fuck off with your brother. or who she does in her free time.
oh
you snort at the thought, a bitter taste rising to your tongue. suddenly an ice glass of water sounds nice.
you silently leave your room, your feet pattering against the floor as you pass your brothers closed door and make your way downstairs to the kitchen.
you didn't necessarily care if she was seeing anyone.
just like you didn't care if she liked how the sun felt on her skin.
or if she liked sunny days or not.
or if her favorite season was summer even though she really did remind you of fall.
you clear your throat and down the glass of water you just made yourself. moving to refill it before you notice a silhouette standing outside of your front door. your eyes furrow a little and you place the glass down, glancing up at your brother's door to see it still closed. your parents were out on a date, maybe they came back early?
regardless, you were curious, so you shuffled towards the door. passing koda as he rests on his bed, sleeping peacefully. you smile towards him and slip your shoes on before slipping outside.
the person suddenly turns around, seemingly surprised by another presence.
it's megan.
"what are you doing out here?" you ask walking closer to where she stands. her shoulders dropped from the tense position they were originally in, she looks at you for a little before standing over to the side to give you more room to come forward.
she was quiet.
she looks out toward the street like she was before you came, and only then do you notice the cigarette in her hand. you don't need her to answer you anymore after that, and instead sit down on the stairs leading up to your front door as she remains standing. she looks down after hearing you shuffle, a bit curious to see you getting comfortable instead of just leaving, but she doesn't move to sit beside you.
"where's dylan?" you ask another question, not really phased by her lack of response.
she breathes out a puff of smoke, she makes sure to blow in the opposite direction of you before opening her mouth to respond.
you notice. you don't react.
"he's inside, he fell asleep." she says simply, but makes sure to look at you. you let her words linger, nodding in understanding.
"couldn't sleep?" you ask faintly, not wanting to make her talk more than she wanted to. she looks again, a kind smile crossing her face before she shakes her head and responds. "i'm fine." she says before tapping a bit of the extra ash into the concrete.
"i was gonna head back home soon anyway, didn't want to wake him so i thought i'd just leave. you know?" she pauses, and takes another drag and sighs.
you hum in acknowledgement, feeling a bit too far from her to have a proper conversation.
so you tug at her pants leg.
she looks down, curious, noticing how you scoot over to make more room for her beside you. she accepts and hesistantly takes a seat, making sure to keep a little distance just for comfort.
"why are you out here?" she asks genuinely, abandoning the cigarette at that point.
your mind flashes back to what got you out of bed. you shudder, realizing the problem is closer than she knows. yet you refuse to just stare at the ground, so you look at her.
she looks back.
"just a lot on my mind i think."
she nods, but doesn't press.
silence takes over for a little longer, but you both seem to enjoy it. the night growing darker, and the cold becoming crisp enough to cough on. but you both still sit there, the distance between you not disturbed, but it doesn't serve as a wall.
"can i try?" you whisper out, not looking in her direction.
she almost thinks you're talking to someone else, eyes shooting in the direction you were staring before you look back at her after not recieving a response. "huh?"
"can i try?" you repeat again, pointing at the burning cigarette between her fingers.
she makes a face at you, thinking you're joking.
your face remains straight. she almost just blatantly says no.
"wouldn't be my first time." you add, noticing her reluctance. she eyes you for a minute, your words from before ring in her ears
i'm not a child.
she knows.
so she hands it over, making sure to nudge off any extra ash before passing it to you. you take a drag. it looking a little too easy for you. she doesn't know how to feel about that, but she gives you a minute to take what you want. while she does the same, her eyes shamelessly studying you.
she wonders why you both don't have more moments like this.
smoking or not. talking or not. she wonders why you just don't have enough moments together. hell, she had known you for years yet it felt like there was always some invisible wall between you two.
maybe if invisible meant tall, emo, annoying, stinky, boy that still lives with his parents and happened to be your older brother and her best friend.
she grimaces at the thought of her getting to know you better sooner, not knowing if that'd be weird because of dylan, but still wishing she had. you both talk a bit, her thoughts becoming quieter.
favorite colors, favorite animals, would you rather lose your left tit or your right tit.
you know, the normal stuff.
it just felt nice to know her more instead of always wondering, and it seemed like she enjoyed it too. the ghost of a smile on her face as she listened to you. you try not to notice her staring, but it is so hard when she looks at you like that.
like maybe she thinks about you too.
she snatches the cigarette back breaking you from your thoughts. tossing it to the ground before killing the flame with her shoe. "that was long enough." she says competely serious but makes sure to give you a teasing smile. you huff.
her eyes shift down to your lap, noticing you had the same pajama pants on from before. if you were crazy you would have said you almost saw her laugh?
"i really do like those pants."
"i know. you've said it before." you remark, making a face at her.
she laughs at that, nodding in acceptance before all goes quiet. it's not awkward, and you can tell it won't last for long.
"i guess i just wanted to find a reason to say something to you."
oh.
she notices your silence, and glances at you with an amused look, yet continues.
"we've always kind of just existed in the same space. but even just being around someone for long makes you notice things, it makes you wonder. you can't say you've never done the same." she says with full certainty, voice still dripping with its natural softness.
you wanna be a kid about it and make her feel crazy, maybe poke fun at her a little. but you don't.
"...yea, i always used to wonder why you had such a nice car for a high schooler."
her eyes pause on you for a second before she lets out a really loud laugh, as if it was the last thing she expected you to mention. her eyebrow raising and her smile never leaves, as she lets out a fair fair. you enjoy the sight but decide to match her seriousness, "no...but i do agree, you were one of the only other girls in the house so i sometimes did wonder what it would feel like to be...friends." you finish.
her eyes shimmer as the word friends leave your lips.
you shiver.
she doesn't say anything for a minute. you almost thinks she's gonna leave you hanging in silence for the 10th time tonight before she speaks again. "sometimes when i'd feel brave enough to talk to you i'd stumble to your room and ask where the bathroom was." it's almost too fast for you to hear it.
your eyes shoot open in surprise, neck turning in her direction.
"what?? i thought it was just because the bathroom was near my room." you shoot out in surprise and she laughs in the background. you let the new information sit for a while before you ponder on it more. she did ask you the question a lot for someone who had been over more than you could count. and to make it worse, the bathroom was a straight shot down the hall.
you feel smug in the moment, and look over at her. "is that how you try to get a girl's attention?"
she blinks over at you, amustment in her eyes. she huffs out a small laugh, leaning back against the stairs behind you both. her eyes scanning your face before she responds, "you're here aren't you? didn't have to try too hard." her lips curving into a smile, kind of wanting to see you get a bit annoyed before she glances away from you again.
"i could leave." you bluff with defiance of a kid, she looks at you then looks away again. not very convincing.
megan doesn't look at you again but the light energy remains, and you find a small smile settling comfortably on your face. you almost mockingly scoff at how she snatched the stub from your hand earlier to annoy her before you notice something. the space in between the two of you was no longer there, her leg pressed flush against yours, providing you with a heat that felt reeling in the moment.
your tongue suddenly changed in position. your original remark being slingshot back into your brain for later, newfound words rising from the depths of your stomach.
"you know, i've been thinking about how you said i changed." you say looking straight ahead, breaking the sporadic flow of the previous conversation. you feel her tense at that, but she nudges at you to continue. almost as if the change in subject turned on some secret switch in her brain.
"you've changed too, you know. i mean, obviously you look different...but." you continue with a huff, leaning away from her a little just to get a better look. hoping it would help you find the words. she sits up straighter jokingly as she feels your eyes on her. raising an eyebrow at you before slouching back into a comfortable position.
"i'm more curious about how you live now." you say finally. not knowing what to say besides the truth that had been nailed into your mind for the past few days since you saw her last. she had been honest with you, can't hurt to return the favor.
she tilts her head curiously at that, "ask away, can't be anything i can't answer." she says with a chuckle. not saying anything about how your confession made her heart stutter for a moment. "it's more of just random thoughts, versus actual questions you know?" you look over to her curious face, deciding examples would be better than trying to explain.
"sometimes i wonder why you even became friends with my brother." you raise an eyebrow at her, "then i start to think about what made you pick ginger as the first color you dye your hair to. or why koda runs to you like you were both rocks together in a past life. " you let your words out breathily, almost laughing. you hear her giggle too.
you swallow, not wanting to rush your words too much. it all felt too right.
"you laugh at my jokes more than my brother does, so i wonder what about me makes you laugh. if you go out a lot in your free time or stay in, or why you're so insistent on smoking anything that burns when you know what it does to you."
you look over, noticing her eyes staring straight for you. an interest in them you'd never seen before.
you get quiet, suddenly unsure of yourself but you continue.
"....or what your favorite songs are. who you show them to. would you ever show them to me if we talked more? maybe even about what'd you get on a normal grocery run." you finish, not knowing what the point of saying any of that was.
"y'know, the normal stuff." you squeak out, a poor attempt at eating the impact of your previous words.
you both knew what your words from before had meant. she knew what they meant.
love is curiousity.
you felt overwhelmed by the feeling of you saying way more than you intended, stuff that felt a bit too close to your heart.
her eyes glisten, and her mouth is parted. almost as if she was piecing something together on her own, but doing a good job at hiding it. she still seems pretty composed, but her focus on you intensified, like a fox watching you from afar. she looks more real than she ever has to you. she's reachable, so close you could reach out and touch.
this isn't a brush past each other in your hallway as you walk in opposite directions. or a sideways glance as she walks past your room to the bathroom. this was certainly not a glance at each other in the rearview mirror as you sit in the backseat while dylan talks her ear off in the front.
she's so close you can smell the smoke on her tongue, and you stutter a breath out and watch it take form in the cold, wondering if she can smell it on yours.
the pressure of her leg against yours feels like the weight of the world, something you wouldn't mind being absolutely crushed by in that moment. you could feel her fingers resting in between both your legs twitch, not knowing if that meant she wanted to reach out and touch you or push you away.
you didn't know what you wanted it to mean. this was the closest you had ever been.
the wind blows sharply all of a sudden. your hair hindering your sight, megan looking more like a memory by the second. you try your best to shake it out of your face and then you attempt to smooth the top of your head down with your hands. you're sure there's something you're missing.
a hand reaches over to help you.
her slinder fingers catching a stray piece of your hair, tugging it gently where she thought it belonged. she doesn't let go. she just stares. you stare back.
her hand is now tucked back in her pocket. but her eyes still unsheathed and stuck on you.
they said so much.
those puppylike eyes that reminded you of koda.
the eyes that turned into a crescent when she laughed a little too hard.
the eyes that were bloodshot red when she hotboxed your brother's room.
the eyes that were only looking at you.
they stared and it felt like you could see another person in there. wanting to reach out and say so much, almost as if they were chanting a warning.
you're making this really hard for me.
you almost say something back, you think this is easy for me?
but you swallow your words as a hand brushes against your thigh. a heat rushes over you that's only due to her sudden closeness, her touch. you lean into it on instinct, and you hope she notices.
this was really the closest you'd ever been.
the only thing you can bring yourself to do is look back into her eyes that were full of worry.
you don’t really know what to think of it. something in you wants to take the feeling away.
but suddenly, you don't feel her anymore. the heat she provided you is long gone.
and so is the look that said more than words could.
megan stands up, her hand retreating as if you had burned her, dusts her pants off, and starts off to her car. her pace was normal but steps large and inconsistent. it was almost as if she was running away from you, but she didn't want you to notice; considerate even in her moments of slight panic. she reaches her car door, opens it, and pauses before jumping inside.
you stand up, your chest heaving slightly as you watch her retreat. you don't regret your words.
"you should go back inside. it's a little cold out."
she says finally, voice a little soft, eyes so unsure, and so much left unsaid. she glances at you again and says,
"lock the door, please." doe eyes throwing you that pleading look she always seemed to have.
it felt like an apology.
she drives off, her headlights almost blinding, but you barely flinched at them because nothing shined brighter than her eyes.
you wish you knew what she was thinking. but you know for certain she held back.
and you also started to think that maybe you guys had more brewing throughout the years than you both were ever willing to admit right now. not after all this time.
your mind feels crowded as you lock the door and head up to your room.
when the smoke is in your eyes
you look so alive
do you fancy sitting down with me?
—
you were a bit restless.
your pillow insistent on deflating everytime you fluffed it. your blankets making your skin feel itchy. the air in your room too stuffy with the window closed but the wind outside being too loud to tolerate with it open. you tried to light a candle to relax, but the sweet smell immediately gave you a headache.
what the fuckkkk is happening.
you let out a loud groan into your pillow with your face flush against it, fighting the urge to stay there until you couldn't breathe.
megan had been weird lately.
yea you noticed and yes—this was about her. but i mean how could it not cross your mind?
she didn't really look you in the eyes anymore, and when you two were alone it seemed like the girl just couldn't leave fast enough.
you didn't expect her to talk about what happened between you two the other day. hell, you weren't even sure of what any of it meant. you accepted the uncertainty for what it was, closure something you found yourself wanting but okay with not having. as long as things just didn't change.
but they did, ever so slightly, again.
and you noticed, god you always noticed.
you were always able to feel megan when she was around, for as long as you could remember. obviously— because well—she was there most of the time, but you both never directed your attention at each other. that was different! you felt her more in the things she changed. like how you could hear your brother laughing in his room at something stupid she must have said. or how she always brought dessert when your family invited her over for dinner. or even sometimes when she made sure to air out the room before you came in when they smoked, somehow knowing you didn't like it. or maybe she was just being polite.
it was a feeling you were familar with, but not confident enough to describe so clearly like now.
you hated how the feeling was so easy to identify only when she wasn't around.
this shouldn't be tearing you up at all. there was a time where you never uttered a word to each other (that being your experience most of your time knowing her) how can a few interactions make this feel much harder than it is? than it should be?
okay, maybe you were getting a little spoiled.
you turn over on your back with a huff.
you wondered if she felt the same. you remembered seeing her yesterday.
"hey megan." you shout out, leaning against the kitchen counter after she had jogged down your stairs and headed for the door, not noticing you.
she freezes, but turns to you.
you shake around the ice in your cup, pretending you weren't as pissed as you were. maybe you could lay out an olive branch. pausing for a minute to see if she would actually look at you this time. she didn't, not directly.
"i was gonna leave in a second...was thinking of stopping by the place you took me a while back—" you start, nerves somewhat getting the best of you.
"uh, sorry y/n but dylan's outside waiting for me." she falters a bit but turns to continue on her path to the front door. not sparing a glance this time. your face burned.
ouch
you hadn't tried anything since. if you really think about it, you were starting to convince yourself that most of your interactions were at her inconvenience. you randomly needing her for something, or stumbling upon her in a moment of solace. it annoyed you, you were never the type to beg and you wouldn't be that girl now. you weren't going to force anything.
if she didn't want to talk, neither did you.
fuck her and fuck dylan.
yea, whatever, you didn't care. you tug at your hair a little.
it didn't bother you that much. you stuff your face back into your pillow.
ughhhhhhhhhh—
two knocks.
hm. dylan's never done that before.
you don't move. you already know how this kind of thing goes.
another knock. you remain still.
two more knocks.
you curse under your breath before abruptly raising from your bed, throwing your pillow somewhere in the corner. your feet patter quickly across your room, not really caring about anything that could be on the floor before you finally reach your door.
just the person you wanted to see.
megan. not a surprise, and this time not very pleasant.
her breath hitches, you stare. she has her glasses on and a white tank top. you wondered if she was planning to sleep over tonight.
she still looks good, a little sad, but unfortunately still so good.
"what...?" you break the silence.
"uh....i kinda—" she stops for a second, grimacing at her words before she finished saying them. you'd never seen her so hesistant before.
you raise an eyebrow expectantly, almost feeling bad for her. "yea..?" you mockingly encourage.
"i kinda lost my way to the bathroom." she breathes out. she nods to herself after finishing, seemingly proud of her delivery.
oh.
you look at her, thoughts running faster than you can process them. you push past her a little, she stumbles over her feet out of your doorway and more into the hall. you duck your head out and look to the left, at the door all the way at the end. the darkness not getting in the way of you knowing your own home.
"that one? the bathroom that's like....three steps away from this door? my door?" you say, voice almost in disbelief.
she feels ridiculous. you know it. and she knows you know it. you scan her for a moment. god she's all over the place. you'd be smug if your heart didn't feel so confused when you looked at her.
she rubs her eyes under her glasses, and pushes them up to sit on her head. her hair is pulled back now, and you can really see her eyes again. she sighs, hands on her hips before she starts mumbling nonsense.
you don't give yourself time to catch her gaze and step inside of your room ignoring her blabbering, back turned to her. you walk over to your beside table to turn the lamp on, the room now dimly lit. you turn to face her, arms loosely crossed.
she's still in the hallway.
you huff and stomp forward to grab her wrist, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her.
"what do you really want to say to megan?' you asked slightly exasperated.
the weight of the last few days settling. confusion, anger, hurt, you name it all clumping together to create a burning feeling in your chest that just intensifies every time you look at the girl in front of you.
she stands and looks at you for a minute. she had never really felt this nervous around you, and she couldn't tell if the feeling worsened after noticing the exhaustion on your face. she didn't deserve to feel anxious over this, so she attempted to adopt her usual confidence. her slight worry and overall concern for you still lingering. she walks over to your bed and sits, signaling for you to sit as well.
you follow, leaving a space between the two of you this time.
she notices. she doesn't say anything.
"i'm...sorry for how the last few days have been." she looks over at you, searching your eyes for something. you don't attempt to hold eye contact, but you hear her breathe to steady herself before continuing.
"i think i've just been getting a little too ahead of myself, " she pauses. "i shouldn't be trying to change things or lead you into thinking i could be someone more than just your brother's friend." she says, voice falling flat. your face grows hot.
"i feel like i overstepped, and gave you the wrong idea. i know it was confusing for you and just completely not my place to—" she continues, mumbling utter crap you couldn't push yourself to care and listen to anymore.
you squint at her with irritation in your eyes, "megan—what are you even saying right now?" your body moves to face her.
the wrong idea???? was she really trying to say that right now?
she blinks, her lips purse.
"what do you think this is? why do you feel so 'responsible' for the conversations we both had together?" you empasize, not liking how her words were making all of this sound.
"well i'm the one that initiated all of this—"
"yeah. you did. each time. telling me all about the things you notice, the things you would have said if you felt brave enough, should have said. " you interrupt, her eyes flutter shut at your words; salt shoved right in her already gaping wound. "and now you're trying to make this look like something i just—what?—misunderstood??? you're kidding."
"i won't let you say that. you're not doing this megan."
her lips twitch like she wants to argue back, but her eyes just narrow instead.
"as soon as i express even a sliver of that same desire back. as soon as things feel a little bit too real. it's like you completely shut down on me. you're no longer interested. like i'm some kid. of course that's what you think." your jaw clenches, eyes rolling harder than they ever have before.
she looks at you, face slightly shifting to one of displeasure.
"i already told you i don't think that about you." she almost chastises you, impatience written all over her face at the mention of that. it just angers you more.
you shake your head, letting out a huff at her words, "well then stop acting like it! it's bullshit. and i know that's not what you came in here to tell me." you look at her this time, at least wishing you could gauge where her head is. you quickly realize that isn't your job to figure out, and settle for a look that asked for the truth rather than analyzing her for it.
you were tired of wondering.
"you're acting like i expected anything from you...i just like what you bring." you finish, knowing nothing you said could make anything feel right. at least not now, not for you.
she couldn't stare at you for long, not having her usual strength to control how she was percieved at all times. she knew how to compose herself around girls. smile at the right time, laugh when it felt right, but it all just came crashing down in your presence. you didn't even have to touch her.
she breathes in through her nose, somehow hoping a blunt magically appeared between her lips and made the now clean air stuffy and easy to choke on. how she liked it.
your last words rang in her ear for a bit. i just like what you bring.
"i think the same things about you sometimes." she let's out quietly. her tongue darting out to wet her lips. you roll your eyes, not in the mood for any riddles, but you listen.
"i...get a little curious about how you live." she pauses, and you realize she's knocking at what you said a few nights ago. glancing but still not attempting to show your newfound interest in her words.
"at first, i just wanted to know why you looked nothing like dylan." she tries to force out a laugh, eyes finding yours after a while, but still unsteady.
"then i started to think about why your room was so close to the bathroom. maybe that you called dibs on it when you guys first moved here. " she continues, arm lazily gesturing to your surroundings. trying to find words to fill the silence and tip toe around the truth.
"i watched you sometimes, obviously, not in a weird way. i liked to listen to the loud music you'd play in your room to drown me and dylan out, see if i could recognize it. sometimes i even liked to imagine how long it took you to get ready before going out, hoping you'd walk past the door so i could maybe see your outfit." she bites her lip in thought, staring at you but mind clearly somewhere far away.
"i also used to wonder if you thought my car was cool, guess i don't really have to do that now." pause "or why i could always smell your scent in everything. like in my backseat after i'd drop you and your brother off somewhere. " her smile is bittersweet, "these days my mind keeps running wild over how you think about me too, because i've always thought about you y/n." her eyes are clear again and it's like you can see her in them, her suddenly having a good head on her shoulders. you feel red.
she didn't have to say much more, you believe you understood.
love is curiousity.
...
love really is curiousity.
she looks at you earnestly, a look that begged you to listen.
"i really am sorry. you've been very honest with me. while i know it feels like i just left you hanging...." she adds, making a few gestures as she tries to speak before her hand rests between you. her fingers twitch towards you, but too afraid to touch.
"but i'm still so, so confused y/n. i'm so confused." she repeats voice very fragile, looking at you like she had so much to convince you of. all her mind could do was think of the future. what if she hurt you, what would dylan think about any of this?
you stare back at her. frustration still there, but anger long gone. you were tired of being angry and at this point craved to only understand why?
"why?" you whisper, almost silent.
she rubs at her eyes again with a sigh, looking away and resting her elbows on her knees. she sits there for a second, knowing exactly what she feels but some blockage kept the words stuck in her throat. she knew she had been trying to weave her way into your life for who knows how long. megan was not uncertain of how she felt towards you, but of how she'd deal with it. how could she just come in and uproot your family's life?
she looks back up at you
scared, yea. but with that same pleading look from a few nights before.
you're making this so hard.
you hear it. she doesn't have to say it out loud, you recognize that look.
but this time you respond.
"do you really think it's any easier for me?" you reach out, voice still at a whisper.
your hand is right beside hers now, but not touching.
she looks down at your hands for a second, your world turning back to normal when not looking in her eyes.
her hand twitches again, her bottom lip is between her teeth.
she looks up. "...what about your brother?"
your eyesbrows furrow but you're still stuck on her, "what about him?"
your hands aren't closer, but it seemed like you both unknowingly shifted into the other's space.
her breathing shakes. "he trusts me."
"is that...is that what this is about?" you struggle, her breath brushing your nose. your voice almost quieter than before. you're closer than ever now. you can see the light from the lamp bounce from her eyelashes as she blinks.
"what if this changes everything?" she continues. words hushed, but it's the first time her question feels like a question.
your world stills. "everything changes" you probably would say if things felt normal right now.
but nothing felt normal. you don't care to answer. she had that look again.
eyes that still remind you of a puppy.
eyes that stare into you when she wants a teasing comment to hit deep.
eyes that no longer find you in passing, but stare at you with a longing you never recognized before. maybe it was always there.
you felt yourself getting hot again.
they hold some hope, but so so much worry. you really did wish you could take it away this time.
her hand touches yours, gentle, and your hands embrace. you swallow.
you can see the lines forming on her forehead. her leg bouncing. this really was taking years from her total lifespan.
she's still so worried. you want to help. you really want to help.
so you do. you take it away. you swallow it.
megan grunts at the impact, a pressure on her lips she can't quite process before the sweet smell of your shampoo fills her nose. you push against her, lips firm, wanting her to feel everything that had been brewing up for so long.
there was no need to worry.
what mattered was how you both felt.
she seemed to catch that message perfectly. you touching her first being the only signal she needed to reach back.
amongst your slight eagerness, megan brings calm. thoughts scattered and not caring about the what-ifs anymore. she places her hand on your cheek softly at first, before grabbing your chin to steady you; wanting to savor the feeling.
she squeezes your jaw a little, a silent message that made you hum and slower your pace, other arm making itself comfortable around your waist. she forces your mouth wider, tongue sweeping where she felt you needed her, you don't resist. the kiss is deep, slow, controlled. everything megan wanted it to be. everything she wanted to give after so much.
she had waited so long to have you like this.
you both slightly shift on your bed. megan standing a little taller, as you both shuffle without breaking the kiss. she hovers over you.
you like her up there.
you both try to last as long as you can, but breathing calls. and with a reluctant lick and peck. you two break apart. a line of spit still keeping you connected.
megan looks at you, eyes more certain than they had ever been before. a look that said fuck dylan.
you wish you had the energy to agree, but you were still stuck on when her lips first met yours. hoping this was the first of many. you both heave, thoughts quiet for the first time in a while but hearts at an irregular pace. megan's head drops into the crook of your neck with a huff, her body weight pressed against you.
she mumbles something like i'm so sure about you. you smile.
you hold her there as she breathes you in, dazed. your room suddenly way more comfortable than before. you did like megan, a lot. you liked how she watched you, you liked how your words felt of value when you talked to her. it was never something you really allowed yourself to consider till recently. but now you knew and it hit you like a truck.
you didn't think too much about what this could mean for the both of you, only wishing that it never ended. you didn't think you were asking for too much.
you push her back a little wanting to see her face. she lazily tilts her head back at you, letting you move her at your own will.
you bite your lip before speaking, a playful glint in your eye. "you like me, right?" you said it, certain. it was your turn to ask a question that you already knew the answer to.
her eyes meet yours, a glaze over them.
"no, worse."
i don't wanna be your friend
i want to kiss your neck
—
megan skiendiel was absolutely obsessed with kissing you.
how could you blame the girl? she didn't unleash that beast by herself, you kissed her. unknowingly signing some 'life long contract', as she liked to call it, that stated she could have your lips anytime she wanted them.
you didn't mind it too much. you loved it.
it wasn't that annoying. oh this is everything you'd ever dreamt of.
maybe you did enjoy it, but you had been trying your hardest to teach the older girl that there was definitely a time and place. she didn't seem to understand that phrase too much.
she'd swipe you up in the dark hallways of your home as you'd walk to your room, sneaking away from dylan to find you. her showing off a grin so wide before everything goes black and her lips are feverishly chasing yours, hands flying to your lower waist like they belonged there.
megan didn't like playing it safe.
sometimes when you would happen to be standing in the kitchen, dylan and her making a small trip there before retreating to his room, she'd steal a quick kiss. your brother having his head in his ass trying to find snacks in the pantry. a quick kiss turning into her pushing you against the counter, arms placed on either side of you, eyes closed in bliss as she swallowed your mouth whole, teeth clashing into yours.
"megan!"
she jumps away, one of her arms leaning her body weight on the counter while the other on the nape of her neck. a smile on her face that showed all teeth, a nervous laugh slipping through them. you've already ran to go find something you weren't really looking for in the fridge. dylan's stumbling from the pantry, holding way too many things for his body weight, but seemingly being clueless to your previous activities.
"help me damnit!"
moments like that didn't phase her.
you were in your room with megan, her lips attatched to your neck. at first you had been roaming around your room in a bra trying to find a cute shirt to wear. the older girl was sprawled across your bed, her eyes burning you as you moved. you did find one! and it was pretty cute too...but it ended up thrown back into the corner of your room as megan believed you looked better without it.
you sigh at the feeling of her hands on you, her lips leaving a tingling trail. you were caught up in the feeling, eyes barely shut, before your phone decides to ring? megan's movements don't stop despite you gently pushing at her shoulders. not really wanting her to anyway.
she doesn't.
you grunt, straining your arm to reach for your phone that laid on your bedside table. the name on the screen just being a huge puke emoji. your annoyance grows.
of course he calls.
you grab the phone in a rush, hissing at megan that it was your brother. you really push her away this time and she dejectedly moves with a groan. you sit up on your bed, back now against the headboard as you answer the phone in a breathless manner. "what do you want?"
"do you have like 40 bucks i could borrow?" wow.
"....is that really why you called me?" voice low, almost a growl at that point.
"yeah! i'm hungry and i ran out of cash, just send....." he remarks back, going on a long tangent to explain why you should give it to him. you usually would listen, not very willingly, but you couldn't pay attention at the moment when hands were roaming in some very sensitive places.
your eyes snap to megan, hands swatting at her as your gaze held a warning. quit it.
she smiles innocently before her head dives into the crook of your neck, lips moving at the same rate they were before. you gasp and squeeze at her shoulder, trying to push your sounds of shock back down your throat. it was hard when she kept pressing herself against you so firmly, like she wanted you to be a little loud. what a bitch.
"you sending it or not dude?" dylan's voice snaps.
"..."
"hello?"
"mmh yea right uh—" your words hiccup, your eyes lazily closing as megan just relentlessly worked on your neck. you could feel a smile forming on her lips before you pinch her in irritation. "...you okay?" your brother chimes in again, voice adopting some conviction. you grimace at his tone and shove megan off of you, shooting dagers as she lays down on your pillow with a smug smile.
"yea, yea i'm fine. i'm sending you 20 find the other half elsewhere."
you could pretty much tell that the rush of sneaking around just fueled her fire. she didn't really attempt to hide anything well. she'd leave it to you when she dug a hole too deep and raised slight suspicion, a small good luck being all she'd provide. it seemed like enough to soothe you, in her eyes at least.
you may have liked it.
you did like it. you really liked her.
though annoying at times, you knew it was only because she found you so beautiful. she was so loving and a kiss wasn't always needed for her to express that.
you'd both had been planted on the grass by some lake. the wind blowing lightly, both of your hair flowing with it. you weren't cold this time, as a certain girl's jacket was perched on your shoulders. megan had a gentle grip on your waist as you both sat beside each other. the two of you had been out there for a while, throwing words back and forth in a relaxed conversation.
it felt nice to talk. to be outside with her. to learn even more about her than you ever thought you would.
your curiousity towards her didn't die after you kissed. you never stopped wondering. even when you had been on multiple dates already, even when she had told you all of her dreams. her real dreams. how she maybe wanted to move somewhere else someday and buy a house of her own. how her favorite song currently switched from 'blurry by puddle of mudd' to 'girl like me by pink pantheress'.
hm, interesting.
you glance at her. silence had taken over for a while, something that happened a lot when you two talked.
"do you like the summertime?" you quirk, eyes find her kind ones. she scrunches her nose at you, not really thinking much about the question. her hand gently squeezes your waist, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. she hums in thought, letting the question sit.
"yea, it's nice." she tilts her head a little, shrugging as an answer.
you hum.
"fall's better though. think it's my favorite." she finishes, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.
you bite your lip to hide your smile, gripping her just a little tighter than before. she feels it and sighs, resting her head against yours.
i think i'm fallling
i'm falling for you
you both were already too far gone.
—
the end!
author's note (again :p): jesus fuck that was lowkey really long i'm sorry. my bad if there are a few mistakes or sentences that aren't very gramatically correct. i'm not very good with that stuff lol! i enjoyed writing it though and hope this reaches lots of katsblr. i love this song so i thought the idea was neat. alr byee
I... I love it so fucking much. Everything about it is exactly how I imagined 🥹
I was stuck on the graphics of this song for a good month! I guess, the time had to be right 🥹
I don't know why my legs look so bent, I swear I was standing normally, girl why are they so bendy!?!? I gave myself a whole new insecurity, thanks, me... 😭😭😭😭
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