#human meg

[demonmegcause]

Roommates | Open

Meg had just gotten back home from one of the worst dates she has ever had. The guy was way too handsy and didn’t take rejection Well. She stumbled through the door taking off her high heels. She then went to the kitchen to take a swig from a beer, the raven haired girl made her way into the living room where her attractive roommate was. “Mind unzipping me?” She turned her back to them and could feel them behind her. “Don’t ask how it went. I just want to get naked and go to my room.” She paused. “You’re more than welcome to join.” Their had always been sexual tension between the two of them. Meg wanted to see if they would do anything about it.

[demonmegcause]

❛ how late do you think the blood bank stays open? ❜

“Are you already running low on blood?” Meg raised an eyebrow up at him. She was sipping on some wine. “I think they are already closed babe.” She paused. “You know you can always feed on me,right?”

[demonmegcause]

❛  i’m  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this .  ❜

“You haven’t been sober for the past week to talk about this.” The raven hair girl sighed. She was fresh out of college and pregnant. “I know neither of is planned for a baby but I’m keeping it. You can either be in our lives or not. I don’t care anymore.”

[demonmegcause]

Morning | Dean & Meg

Screw the job

Meg’s head was pounding when she woke up. How much had she had to drink? She had lost count. All she could remember was Dean and her getting into a tickle fight. and wait a minute. Where was she? The raven haired girl looked around and saw a man sleeping next to her. Dean. Shit had they? No. No way. Dean would never go for someone like her. Meg flipped the blanket back and saw she was wearing an extra large t shirt. Her breathing quickened. This wasn’t her shirt. And by the rock and roll logo, she guessed it was Dean’s. Maybe she had asked to sleep in something else. 

She heard the breathing to her quicken and looked at Dean with wide eyes. “Did we-?” 

[demonmegcause]

Morning after | open

The sun shone through the blinds at an annoyingly bright angle. She shifted to move when she felt someone’s arm wrap around her. Fuck. Her mind went to last night. Since Meg was unfortunately a human now, she would always be such a lightweight in the bar. But oh did she remember this person. Flashes of memories from the best night of sex flew through her mind. She had to get out of here. Meg removed the hand from her waist and slowly crept out of bed. She was picking up her bra when she heard the bed move. 

[kriiger]

❥

a childhood memory (Thank you to google translate, apologies to those who actually speak french) 

“Maman? où est mon frère?” The little brown-haired girl tugged at her mother’s dress and looked up at her with big blue eyes. She had been playing hide and seek with her brother for the last twenty minutes, but had yet to be able to find her brother and it was always best to ask mama.

“Êtes-vous jouer à cache-cache à nouveau?” Her mother asked her with an amused smile across her lips. The child only nodded and looked around the kitchen to see if she could spot her brother. He was so good at this game, it really wasn’t fair. “Raconter vous seriez tricherie, mon cher.” It would be cheating too, but it still made the little girl pout. What if she never found her brother? Would he have to hide for all eternity? 

All of a sudden she flopped down on the floor and started tearing up, tugging lightly at her dress as she were overwhelmed with sadness. It would be her fault if they never saw her brother ever again. 

“Frère! S'il vous plaît revenir! Frère!” At the sound of her heart-broken voice her brother came stumbling out of a closet and came running towards her with open arms and a reassuring smile on his lips. 

“Soeur, sécher ces larmes! Je suis là!” He embraced her and kissed the top of her head over and over again so that she would be sure that he would never vanish like that and she hugged him back as if she would never let him go.

[kriiger]

Wrong house.

Meg stumbled up the street in the dark. She could see a hint of a sunrise far off in the distance which told her she'd been out too late age. But she was too drunk to care at the moment as she nearly crawled up the steps to her friend's house.

She fished the spare-key out of her pocket and stabbed the keyhole relentlessly. The lock wouldn't turn and Meg blamed the state she was in. A quick look to the right told her the window to the living room was half-way open. "Yessss!" she grinned to herself before stumbling over to it, pushing it up with ease. Climbing inside, on the other hand, wasn't as easy after 6 shots of tequilas and 7 beers.She crashed on the floor, landing on a sleeping cat who cried out and scratched her. "The fuck?" she rubbed her arm and stared at the cat walking away from her. She was so tired and all she wanted was to sleep forever...

She got up and groaned, falling down on the soft couch. She smiled happily to herself before she started pulling her clothes off. It wasn't smooth and it took a while, but finally she was left in her underwear. She pulled a blanket over herself and was out like a light within a second.