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You can’t tell me these aren’t two lesbians in love.
Nancy shared a FEW real smiles in S5 and they were mainly if not all to robin
She doesnt even have to be lesbian man but there is some gayness going on here
🍃Holding your hand...
...the world becomes lighter~...🍃❤
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Concedido 🙂👌
@theweirdoalma
@suablock12
Birthday Mischief
Warning: Megan Skiendiel x 7thmember! reader, prank and fluff
a/n: i posted this bcs its megan's birthday today! I'm so happy and proud of her💓
At breakfast, you acted… normal.
Too normal.
“Morning,” you said, pouring coffee like it was any other day.
She checked her phone first thing—nothing. No text, no call, not even a stupid sticker. She told herself not to overthink it, but it was hard when today mattered to her more than she let on.
Megan blinked. “Uh—morning.”
That was it.
No grin. No teasing. No anything.
The hours dragged on. Rehearsal ended. Still nothing. Megan tried not to sulk, but the disappointment sat heavy in her chest. Maybe you forgot. Maybe you were busy. Maybe she cared more than she should.
By the time she got home, she was quiet.
“Hey,” you said casually “Can you come here for a sec?”
She followed, heart sinking, already preparing herself not to look upset.
The lights flicked on.
“Surprise!”
The room exploded with soft fairy lights, balloons taped a little crooked, and a cake sitting on the table—Happy Birthday, Meg written in frosting. You stood there grinning like you’d been holding it in all day.
Megan froze.
“…You’re evil,” she said, voice cracking.
You laughed, stepping closer. “You should’ve seen your face all day.”
She stared at the setup, then at you, eyes glossy. “I thought you forgot.”
You immediately softened. “Hey—no. Never. I wanted to be the last one to say it.”
You pulled her into a hug before she could say anything else. She melted into you instantly, arms tightening around your waist.
“Happy birthday, my favorite person,” you whispered.
She laughed against your shoulder, sniffing. “I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“…Yeah,” she said quietly. “I really do.”
And just like that, the disappointment disappeared—replaced by warmth, laughter, and a birthday she’d never forget.
You pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up so your eyes met hers. “Come on, you’ve got to make a wish before you blow out the candle.”
Megan leaned forward, squinting at the tiny flame on top of the cake, her cheeks still pink from the hug. “I don’t know what to wish for,” she muttered, though a small smile tugged at her lips.
“Anything you want,” you encouraged, nudging her playfully. “Just… no wishing I’d do the dishes for you forever. That’s cheating.”
She rolled her eyes, but laughed anyway. “Fine… ready?”
You nodded, and she took a deep breath, blowing the candle out in one go. A little smoke swirled upward, and the soft lights around the room made everything feel like it was glowing just for her.
“I wished,” she said, turning to you with a mischievous grin. “But I can’t tell you what it is. Birthday rules.”
You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. “I think I can guess.”
Megan raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what’s that?”
You leaned down, brushing your lips softly against hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. Her eyes widened for a second before closing, melting into it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Pulling back just slightly, you whispered, “Happy birthday, Meg.”
She laughed softly, resting her forehead against yours. “I think this might be my favorite birthday ever,” she admitted.
“Mine too,” you said, smirking. “But don’t get used to me making it this dramatic every year.”
“Too late,” Megan said, laughing again, snuggling closer. “I already love it.”
And in that little apartment, surrounded by crooked balloons and the faint smell of cake, everything felt perfect. Simple. Warm. Just the two of you, wrapped up in a quiet kind of happiness that neither of you would ever forget.
By far the kinky-est pokemon ever got was with Lusamine. 40-year old looks 20 Milf is obcessed with eldritch beast so much that she lets it overtake her body and hypnotize her to insanity. I love how as a child this was my sapphic awakening, it explains everything abt me lowkey.
WHY NO ONE MENTION THIS???
Why did this NEVER OCCUR TO ME HELLOOO??
hard choice
Pick one
yaoi
yuri
