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“you’ve really never came before?” your question floated into the air between you and dani. the pair of you sat in the curly latina’s bedroom. you were sprawled out on her bed while she sat on her knees at the head of the bed.

“no.” dani mumbled back. “that’s fucking insane. like never?”

“no, yn.” dani rolled her eyes becoming annoyed with your playful nature. “you know i’ve been told im pretty good.” you boasted as you “dusted” off your shoulders with a smirk.

“you’re not touching me.” dani got off the bed and grabbed her nail file and began to work on her nails.

“just let me try!” you begged as you sat up to lock eyes with daniela. “no!” dani yelled back.

you groaned loudly and threw yourself back down onto the bed. there was silence. then you hufffed loudly and daniela filed her nails. the outside noise of the la streets fell into a whisper.

“fine.” daniela’s voice was a small whisper. your head whipped to her as you sat up straight again. “really?!” you yelled excitedly.

“you won’t regret this daniela avanzini!” you raised a finger into the air. daniela shook her head and laughed. you immediately pulled daniela by the thighs to lay below you. you stripped her body quickly, making fast movements.

you laid between her thighs, your own feet kicking up behind you.

you pressed soft kisses from daniela’s boobs down to her navel. your tongue and teeth scraped her skin every now and then. soft whines and moans left dani’s mouth as you moved closer to her center. you left more kisses alongside the inside of her thigh until fanning your breath across her pussy.

your tongue swirled around her clit, making different movements of your tongue. you swiped at the entrance, paying attention to her clit. you tugged at the sensitive bundle of nerves and moved your tongue around expertly.

loud cries left daniela’s mouth as you went to work. her arms rested above her, wrist crossed over her head. her nails grasped at the pillowcase below her. her pelvis crashed with your face, her hips moving at a vivid pace. then daniela’s manicured hands made their way to your short hair. she tugged at the roots and you moaned out. the sound vibrating against daniela’s core.

she moaned louder—if possible. “shit, yn!” her voice yelled out, her hands grasping at your roots. her voice cracked slightly as she moaned out.

“does that feel good baby?” you asked, pulling away from her. daniela sat up, her eyes locked on yours. “why’d you stop?” the question floated out of her mouth. her lips formed into a pout.

you smirked and kissed her core once, then dove straight in. your tongue began its work. it swirled around her bundle of nerves. your hand drifted up to her breast, your finger swirling around her nipple as you pinched slightly. dani’s body shatters into you. a loud moan leaves her mouth.

“fuck!” her scream echos throughout the bedroom as her thighs trap your head. your lips and tongue still make quick movements against her as she finishes. her hands pull at your roots, you moan into her core, prolonging her orgasm.

“holy shit.” daniela mumbles out as she releases her grip on you. you look up at her from her thighs, your checks and face covered in her juices.

“made ya finish!” you joked with a loud laugh. daniela’s hand smacked your shoulder as you moved closer to her face. you trailed kisses up her body before landing on her lips.

your compression shirt clung to your body. moisture dampens your clothes. you fell into a small pant, cardio being your last part of your routine.

as you enter your apartment you place your duffle bag down. the sound clatters as you throw it to the floor. the apartment was its usual silence. on a normal day it would be filled with megan’s loud giggling, but since leaving for the vmas the space felt her absence.

you’ve been coping with the lack of megan through working out. since she left you’ve spent hours in the gym, pushing your body to its limits each time.

there was shuffling that fell from the bedroom. your ears perk up—so similar to a dog hearing their owner return home. “meg?”

“hi baby!” her voice echoed back, the smile evident in her voice. your mouth curved into a smile. “what’re you doing back so soon, mei?” you walked down the short hallway to your bedroom.

megan shuffles through her suitcase, likely unpacking her belongings. she moves around the room, throwing dirty clothes into the basket.

“are you upset? were you planning on having a girl—“ megan’s words died mid sentence. her eyes trailed the sweat slick on your body. the hair that sticks to your forehead.

“what? no! i just wasn’t expecting you back already. ive missed you…” your explanation spilled out in a rush, quick to say the opposite. your statement trailed off as you realized megan was distracted. “you…” the black and pink haired girl’s voice was soft, she was at a lost of words.

“i’ve been going to the gym.” you answered back, arms slightly flexing at the attention.

“oh i can tell baby.” megan mumbled back. her finger drifted down to your bicep. the recent workout emphasizing the muscles you’ve grown. her finger traced the new muscles you’ve inhabited.

“i’ve been so bored since you left.” you whispered. megan stepped closer. the light from the window was casting the perfect shadow on your arms, the shadows defining the lines of your muscles. “maybe i should leave more if i get to come back to this.”

that familiar hunger was clear in megan’s eyes. darkness fading over her light brown eyes. she steps even closer. her body touches yours, softly—faintly. her breath fans across your face. megan’s acrylics scrape at the back of your neck. goosebumps rise at the action.

her brown eyes trace your features, before drifting down to your plump lips. megan’s lips part slightly. she captures your lips slowly and softly. she pulls away first, your foreheads resting against each other. smiles tug at both of your lips. megan moves her head to press against your chest. your heartbeat calms her.

“i’ve missed you, baby.”

“i’ve missed you, mei.”

“would you guys get married?” lara asked while you and the rest of the kats lounged in their living room. she laid on the opposite side of the couch, head up to the ceiling.

daniela sat on the far end of the couch, her hands resting on the coffee table. her nail file flying to her side as she rambled, “i’d love to. i’ve literally dreamt about my wedding since i was five.” her eyes twinkled and an excited smile on her face.

“me too.” sophia agreed, her finger pointing to daniela who she sat right next to, her back leaning against the couch—a weighted blanket wrapped around her. “i have a complete playlist already ready.”

“i dunno. i’ve never really thought about it.” manon answered. manon was eating her leftover food on the other side of dani, her plate in front of her.

you were sprawled out on the couch, taking up about a quarter of their l-shaped couch. megan was laying with her head right next to your lap, not yet touching but you noticed the action.

“nope!” megan answered as soon as silence fell over the group. your brain stopped.

“really?” lara asked, clearly surprised.

“yeah. i just don’t see that for me.” megan answered truthfully as she reached for a pillow behind your head. your heart stopped, you became frozen in your spot. you began to space out, mind running with a thousand different thoughts.

being a hopeless romantic that’s deeply in love with megan would cause anyone great pain, and unfortunately you were one of them. it pained you deeply, but you had to respect it.

“how about you miss hopeless romantic?” manon piped up, directing the question to you, her fork raised and pointing in your direction. “you’ve been silent over there.” manon added. the rest of the girls laid their eyes on you, waiting for you answer.

manon was the only one that knew of your little (definitely not little) crush on megan. you confided in the older girl after a few weeks of hanging out with megan one on one. it sprouted your feelings even larger—deeper. the ghanaian rooted for you, noticing how different megan acted with you.

“i think so.” you shrugged. your cheeks flushed, ears growing pink at the ends.

“i guess id want that pocket fence sort of life.” you admitted, your hands drifting into your pockets. “house in the suburbs, raising a couple of kids.” you were beginning to grow shy around the girls, being vulnerable and opening your heart.

“yeah i don’t want that.” megan spoke up, as if deciding that she had confirmation on her choose. “i see just myself at the end of the line.”

you avoided the contact with manon as she gave you a look of pity. you shook your head, your jaw tensing as you tried not to let tears fall out.

you knew falling in love with megan was a terrible choice. falling in love with a friend was a trap you’ve fallen into too many times to count. but you knew chasing megan would lead to an even worse trap, a grave even. instead, you slept around, burying the pain of your love for her deep below everything else you held onto.

it been months since the marriage conversation. all the kats noticed a difference in you, instead of a hopeless romantic you became a sort of sleazy hook up girl, finding someone new every night to fill the void in your bed.

throughout that time megan found herself a boyfriend, jonah. a bit of an older guy, someone also in the music industry—a bond you could never understand.

you’ve seen him twice since the pair of them started dating. and maybe spoken one word to him—likely just a formal greeting, you didn’t care enough to remember. one was in a passing, far away sense, when he picked her up from the apartment when you and manon were hanging out. and the other was during a party. you were beyond the normal plain of a drunk person. making sure to avoid the couple at all costs, ensuring you were always near someone else you could talk to.

but now, you and megan were alone. she asked if you wanted to accompany her on a few random errands she had to run around the city of los angeles for. the pair of you sat in a booth, on opposite sides, in a diner you used to frequent.

“how are things with you and jonah?” you asked as you swirled around your food on your plate.

“stop playing with your food.” megan scolded, her fork waving around, before she ate a piece of her food.

megan answered as soon as she finished chewing, “kind of crazy i’m not gonna lie.”

you hummed in response, waiting for her to continue. you busied yourself with your food, moving the rice to a different section, then the chicken.

“like, i see myself getting married now.” megan laughed. you stopped your movements. frozen in your spot.

“what?” you chuckled awkwardly, unable to form a real reaction. you looked up slowly and megan wore a wide smile, her whisker dimples showcasing.

“yeah i dunno. like being with him is something i’ve never experienced. and he’s kind of changed my mindset on it?” megan had a nonchalantness to her words, making your heart ache even more. the mended pieces you were only just beginning to put back into place now fell off.

“oh.” the two letter word felt so loud. but megan didn’t catch the sad look in your eyes. or your heart breaking even more by her words.

“weird right?” megan busied herself with her food again, picking at the different items. her smile still on her face, likely thinking about the next time she was going to see her oh so lovely boyfriend.

“yeah…weird.” you nodded with a fake chuckle, you looked down at your own plate. the food that normally had you salivating was now making you sick to your stomach.

—

the sink drips, half-eaten takeout boxes lay on the dining table. you sit at the table, staring out the apartment window to the night sky. megan stands back on the fridge, her arms crossed over her chest, observing your behavior. you been silent since you came back in with dinner, well you’ve definitely been off for the past week.

“you’ve been a million miles away all week.” megan spoke, breaking the silence that has fallen over.

“what’s going on?”

“just tired.” you mumbled, your voice slightly croaky from not speaking. you looked down, playing with the rings on your fingers. your eyes drifting to the engagement ring you now wore, but the jewelry felt like it was burning on your skin.

“that’s not it.” megan walked closer, now leaning against the kitchen counter.

“you really wanna know?” you want to laugh sarcastically.

“yes.” megan answered sharply, tired and frustrated of your week long silence.

“you didn’t even want marriage! not until jonah. you were so sure it wasn’t for you. and then you date him and suddenly it’s all, ‘maybe someday, maybe i could see it.’ and now here we are—me, stuck wondering if you only want this because he rewired your brain.” you spoke, releasing all the feelings you’ve been holding in.

“that’s not fair.” megan pushes herself off of counter and approaches closer to you. your eyes still on the large window showcasing the city night sky.

“isn’t it? i mean you said yourself that he changed your mind.” you turned in megan’s direction. your tone sharpening with every word you say.

“no.” megan answered quickly, and just as sharp. “i said when i was with him i started to consider it. that’s different.” her tone was biting, her frustration with you growing larger.

“different how? am i supposed to believe that it’s not him im competing with every time i look at this ring?” you gestured to the ring you wore on your finger.

“jonah didn’t make me want marriage. he made me realize what i didn’t want. that’s it.”

“but he cracked you open. i didn’t. he got there first.”

there’s a long silence. it stretches along the night. you don’t dare look at megan. she has her own thoughts running. the insecurities and sadness swim in both your guys eyes.

“then why ask? why did you ask me to marry you if you’re having all these thoughts?” megan’s voice rose, fearful everything was coming to an end.

her voice is soft as she speaks her next line, afraid and near her breaking point, “do you not want this anymore?”

“of course i still want this, want you. that was a stupid thing to ask megan.” you shook your head, in disbelief that megan would think you’d want this to end.

but you continued, “i asked because i’m in love with you. because when i think about my life, you’re the only person i can actually see in it. not just next month. not just next year. forever.”

another silence stretches. megan having her own insecurities and fears running through her mind now.

“then why are you trying to burn it all down?”

“because i’m scared you’re only here because he made you want this life, not because i did. it feels like im just the second choice who got lucky after he failed. like im his shadow.”

“don’t you dare reduce what we have to ‘lucky’!” megan’s shout echos through the apartment. she sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“i don’t want this because of jonah. i want this because of you. because you’re the one who makes forever feel real.” her words make her soften as she speaks.

you let out a laugh that’s almost a sob. megan walks closer to you, slotting herself between your legs.

“look at me.” she whispers softly into the air. you don’t move, keeping your eyes on the burning ring. “yn.” she whispers softly again, her fingers lifting your chin to hers. your teary eyes makes a pout form on megan’s lips.

“he got there first, but he didn’t stay. do you get that? he wasn’t it. he never was.” softly at the end megan adds, “you are.”

“i’m not marrying a shadow. i’m marrying you.”

megan reaches for your hand and places it on her chest, right over her heart. you feel the rapid beating of her heart. “do you feel that? that’s not because of jonah. that’s because of you. you’re the one who made me believe i could choose forever without loosing myself.”

“i don’t wanna loose you.” you looked into megan’s eyes for the first time all night. and for the first time megan saw your eyes swimming with fear and insecurities. megan touched your cheek, her thumb rubbing against your soft skin as she gazes into your eyes.

“and you won’t. so stop pushing me away like i’m already gone.” she whispers as she straddles you. “i love you.” megan places a kiss onto your lips, quick and soft. “i love you too.” you mumble as you smile, leaning in for another kiss.

megan was nothing like the girl you met back home in hawaii. that megan was weird. like strangely–genuinely something was wrong with her. but you still loved her, because how could you not? you loved the silly jokes she made. the games she’d spend hours begging you to join her on. the random dances she learned in class. the various different commercial sets she went to over the weekend.

but the megan that stood before you now was different—the one that debuted into katseye was almost unrecognizable from the girl you knew back home. this megan was confident. she didn’t cower away from the spotlight. she didn’t hide behind her humor anymore. she relished in the attention the spotlight handed her. allowing herself to understand herself in a new way.

“do you want me?”

megan laid across your hotel bed. she wore fishnets, high heels, a small black tank top and a skirt that didn’t hide much from the eye, silver outlining calling attention to your eye. her pink bangs grown out. her mouth slightly open.

“w-what?” you asked with a soft chuckle. your hand rubbed behind your neck as you blushed profusely. “like old times…” megan dragged one of her hands up her leg. your eyes trailed her movements as your lips began to part, your mouth hanging open.

the old times megan was referring to the sleepovers you had over the course of your senior year of high school. it was before megan moved to LA to begin her dream academy work. it was routine, megan would convince her parents to let her sleepover, and you would supply the alcohol—curtesy of your older brother. then the pair of you would lock yourselves in your bedroom, talk blindly about anything, watch movies, etc. but one night was different than the rest, changing your dynamic forever.

“have you ever kissed anyone?” megan asked blindly into the air as she sipped from the glass bottle of smirnoff. first, you blushed. second, you consumed about half of your own bottle. you shook your head as you lifted the bottle back up to your lips. “nope.” you muttered and took another large sip of the burning alcohol.

“practice on me.” megan boldly spoke, moving onto her knees, her bottle placed somewhere on your nightstand. she even reached for yours, and placed it on the other side. then her hands rested on her thighs, staring at you expectantly.

“mei…” your voice sounded almost like a whimper as she crawled closer to you. her black strands of hair fell slightly in front of her face. that look of hunger and lust covered her eyes, her brown orbs dilated.

“if we practice, it’ll help us out in the future.” megan reasoned, though she did NOT have to convince you very much. the chinese girl moved even closer, a slight hesitation in her movements as she moved to straddle you. you didn’t even realize your head began to nod as she climbed on top of you. her legs on each side of you. your hands hovered over her body.

“you can touch me.” megan nodded as she guided your hands to her waist. she firmly placed your hands against her jeans. you gazed up into her eyes, noticing the freckles that littered her face. megan was slightly higher than you, her hair falling into strands in front of her face, framing her in the most beautiful way.

that was the first time you saw the confidence that hid under megan’s skin, an alternate ego you liked to call it.

—

“i’m waiting.” megan’s voice rang through your ears—carrying yourself out of the daydream.

“let’s just make out.” megan mumbled, her fingers undoing the belt of her heels. she flung them across the room. her eyes were locked on yours. “we can’t do that meg.” you shook your head as you stepped back, half an inch at a time.

“so? what’s the harm now?” megan wore a devious smirk across her face. similar to a predator stalking their prey. megan took steps toward you, carrying herself in a way that you’ve seen only a few times before.

“not like we haven’t done it before.”

“you know that we won’t just make out” you explained as you looked down, avoiding eye contact with the girl opposite of you. megan’s manicured nails ran down the front of your chest. her finger caught in the button as she played with the accessory. she looked up at you, her eyes hooded and dark—full of hunger.

“there’s no harm in that.” megan mumbled. her face moved closer to yours, breath hitting your lips. both of your mouths parted. her eyes snapped from your lips back to your pupils. yours followed in suit. the tension pulled like a string for a tightrope. after holding back for as long as she could, megan moved forward. your lips blended together. smoothly moving. like both of you knew exactly where to move your lips. the kiss was soft at first.

but as your hand reached to megan’s waist, her body began to grind against yours. her body moved fluidly. your fingers laced themselves tightly around her skirt’s belt loops. megan’s hand reached up to your hair, combing through the baby hairs on your neck. her hands moved messily through your short hair.

“ah, fuck.” you muttered lowly, head pulling back the slightest bit. it was barely above a whisper. you didn’t even think megan heard you. but of course, her smirk grew wider. megan began leading you backwards to land onto the hotel bed. you landed, back first and megan crawled closer to you. you became consumed by nothing but megan. her body moved frivolously against yours. her legs swung around your lap, straddling you. her perfume filled with citrus filled your nose.

“i’ve missed you.” megan mumbled against her skin as her teeth scrapped your neck. “mhm.” you moaned out as she began to suck your neck, placing variations of kisses and tongue swipes to the sensitive skin. your hands began moved up and down on her ass, even grabbing at the body part when needing to.

“have you missed me?” megan pulled back. that delicious smirk she wore around you frequently made an appearance. her tone was seductive as she played with the buttons on your shirt again. her grinds against you beginning to slow down.

“say you missed me yn.” megan pulled on a hair at the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at her. “of course i’ve fucking missed you megan.” you mumbled, pulling her closer to your body—if even possible. “i’ve missed everything about you.” you added, your hands moving to her skirt, playing with the metal pieces that hung from the leather piece.

“your laugh.” you placed a kiss on her cheek. “your smile.” then her forehead. “the way you beg for more when i tease you just a little too much.” your lips hovered near her ear, making sure she could feel every syllable in the way you spoke. “the sounds of your pretty little moans when i hit the perfect spot” megan shivered just the slightest bit. but you caught it. you even caught the soft whimper that left her lips. “i miss it all.” you pulled back, that dumb dazed out face grew onto megan’s face.

“but i do think you have forgotten your place in all this, mei.” you added, fingers tightening around the belt, as you lifted it just an inch higher. you pulled megan so she laid beneath you as you took charge. you hovered over her, megan’s legs instinctively wrapped around your body.

“i’m the one in control baby.” you muttered as you leaned down to kiss megan. your lips moved harshly against each other. it was like the pair of you were starving and the only food left was each other. megan’s hips bucked wildly against yours, trying to find some sort of release for her discomfort.

“slow down mei mei.” you muttered as you pulled away. your eyes drifted to below you, megan’s hips moving against yours. “we have all night.” you added, your free hand moving to caress her face. megan leaned into the touch, a desperate moan leaving her mouth—essentially begging for more. “more yn please.” megan begged, eyes blown and lips swollen.

“okay baby.” you caved and pulled back. your hands raked megan’s thighs, slowly teasing her. you pulled at her skirt, releasing the different buckles on the clothing item. her legs were just left in the fishnets as she moved around, trying to find some sort of release. you sat back, hand moving over the patterned fabric of the fishnets, your eyes traveling form her legs up to her face. megan’s head was leaned forward, watching your every move as she waited for you to move—anywhere. “i know, baby.” you muttered as you pulled at the fishnets, sliding them off of her legs.

and megan laid, bare, just her tank top and underwear on her body. her underwear slick on her body, core dripping from anticipation.

you smirked very faintly and approached her core slowly. you placed featherlight kisses on her thighs as you worked your way up. megan’s hands drifted to your head, taking her fingers through your hair. she tried pulling you closer, to the spot where she needed you most but you fought it. you worked closer and closer to her core, before finally, you placed the softest kiss to her covered pussy. a loud moan left megan’s mouth, her torso moving forward, almost curving into the shape of a ball.

you decided, enough teasing. you pulled her underwear off in one swift move before you went to town. your tongue made swipes, and you mouth made movements. you began to eat megan out like she was your last meal, like she was the only food left on a deserted island. loud moans left megan’s lips as she thrashed against you. megan was always so sensitive to your mouth, especially down there.

“fuck. yn!” megan screamed out, clearly not caring about the neighboring hotel rooms. “i’m—“ as soon as you recognized the word you pulled away, leaving megan in a state of edge. when you pulled back you saw megan’s face, the look of disbelief mixed with pure anger. you laughed in her face, and megan’s eyes softened. you softened immediately at the look on megan’s face.

“i’m sorry baby.” you mumbled, hand reaching up to softly touch megan’s cheek, she leaned into your touch. “let me make it up to you.”

“no more teasing.” megan practically begged. “no more teasing.” you confirmed and kissed megan’s lips. megan deepened the kiss, pulling you in tighter to her, she grinded her body against yours as you ended up between her legs again.

your tongues moved against each other, exploring like it was a new adventure. both of your hands moved around her body, groping at different areas. her waist. her ass. her boobs. everything was fair game.

“care for an old friend?” you asked as you pulled away with a hungry smirk. megan’s eyebrows furrowed as you moved away from her, going over to your luggage. you dug through your belongings and found it—the purple strap that the pair of you bought together during your frequent hook up period.

lust grew in megan’s eyes as you approached, the extra appendage attached to your waist. you smiled as you looked at megan’s face, full of so much anticipation.

“ready?” you asked as you stood at the edge of the bed. megan’s legs wide open and ready. her tank top that she wore previously, now thrown somewhere across the room. megan nodded, fearful that her voice would crack under pressure. you smirked at the motion.

you inserted the strap into megan. she moaned at the new feeling. her arms reaching for you, trying to calm herself by your touch. “fuck.” she whimpered into your ear as she pulled you even closer, your skin touching, chest to chest. as soon as you felt megan begin to move you went to work. you pulled back, thrusting into megan. the noises she let out were lewd, unable to control herself. your hand moved to her breast, you moved your finger around her nipple, tracing the spot for a reaction. megan moaned louder, her body moving against yours, matching your thrusts each time.

“fuck.” you mumbled. the toy hitting your core at the right spot. your hips faltered slightly, but you regained composure and continued. megan was a moaning mess beneath you, not even spewing real words, just mindless babbles of your name and curse words.

“yn. yn. im—“ the girl couldn’t even finish her sentence as your pace became un relentless.

“hold on for me baby, i’m almost there.” you whispered as you moaned at a quicker speed. your thighs began to burn, but you wouldn’t stop, you couldn’t. “fuck, f—“ megan reached for your torso as she pulled you tighter to her, wanting to feel the contact of your skin again.

“shit!” you moaned out as the strap hit your clit in the perfect way. your hips stalled for half a second before you pushed through, working megan closer to her release. “come for me mei.” you mumbled against the shell of her ear.

“oh fuck!” it was like megan exploded. her body convulsed as she finished. you pulled back, rubbing her clit in the way you knew she loves. the action causing her orgasm to lengthen.

two minutes passed before either of you said a word. you laid on top of megan as the both of you tried to regain your breath.

“holy shit.” megan broke the silence, her voice mumbled by your neck. “you’re so beautiful baby.” you muttered when you pulled yourself into a push-up position.

megan’s outgrown pink bangs clung to her forehead. you pushed a piece of hair that fell onto her face, sweeping it behind her ear. sweat raked both of your bodies. the room began to reek of sex.

“you know how to make a girl feel like a million bucks.” megan joked as you pulled out, she made a small noise at the end of her sentence. you handled the strap as quickly and carefully as you could. “ah my aftercare queen.” megan joked again as you came over to help clean megan off. you laughed while shaking your head as you tended to megan’s body.

“always.” you muttered and kissed megan’s forehead as you got into bed with her. you pulled the blanket over yourselves as you wrapped an arm around her waist.

—

you and megan lay on the damp grass in your backyard. the air smelt of fresh grass and salt air. above you, stars twinkle in the night sky. trees move in the distance, dogs bark as neighbors take their night strolls. a chill breeze in the air, not to hot but not too cold—just right.

“you’re gonna be famous one day.” you spoke out into existence, glancing over at a 16 year old megan. she turns toward you, a grin across her face. “you’ll be right beside me.”

“i dunno, mei mei.” you mutter back quietly, your eyes shift back to the stars. you weren't even sure if you would ever leave the hawaiian oasis. the island felt stitched into your bones. "im not one for the spotlight."

“no matter what happens, you’re never leaving my life. not on my watch.” that smile you’ve grown to fall in love with appeared, her whisker dimples make a showcase too. her hand reaches for yours, just the faintest touch.

“i need you to keep me humble. make sure the sand never leaves my feet.” megan adds, her voice a soft whisper as your hands clasp together.

“don’t worry. i’ll be there to humble you every time.” you assured, finally making eye contact with the chinese girl. megan’s eyes searched around your face, moving from your right to your left eye, to your hair, tracing every one of your features. “i never wanna forget what being home is like.” megan mumbled, her eyes stop right onto your pupils.

“and i think that being around you will always give me that feeling.” she added. her words are soft. full of care, love and intimacy. you want to say me too. to tell her that you felt it just as much, maybe even deeper. you wanted to speak, to confirm that you felt the same way. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you felt frozen in your spot, frozen in words.

instead "same. bro." tumbled from your lips. what a silly response.

a gaping silence follows. your gaze is kept on the sky as megan tries to make eye contact with you. her hand loosens from yours, and slowly moves it back to her own body. the look on megan's face was different than you've ever seen. her head hung low. the shine in her eyes was gone, replaced with brimming tears. she refused to make eye contact.

her words felt so intimate and you just dodged it. it felt like she opened her heart out for you to take and she was immediately friend-zoned.

“i should get home before my mom scolds me.” megan sat up quickly, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed. her voice cracked as she spoke. embarrassed chuckles left megan's mouth as she stood up, the tears begin to fall.

you wanted to speak up, stop her from leaving. but you didn't. you were paralyzed in your space.

megan recklessly shoves her belongings into her bag, not even caring to zip it back up. no words were shared as she rushes out and exits through the back-gate.

—

“the girls wanna meet you.”

you and megan are on one of your bedtime phone calls. megan, already wrapped up in her covers for the night wore a hoodie—your hoodie, her ginger hair covered by the hood. you were busy moving around your kitchen, trying to prepare dinner for yourself.

"as in global girl group, katseye?" you joked as you moved the minced garlic into the pot. the sizzling sound falling through the silence of your kitchen. megan's laugh filled your ears. you heard shuffling on megan’s side of the phone, assuming she was adjusting herself. "yes, ya goof."

you looked over to the small phone screen. megan had her weighted husky—curtesy of you, laying across her neck. it was a present you gifted her with under the excuse of having a source of comfort when she wasn’t home. plus, it reminded her of cassie.

“we’re flying there in a week.” you stopped what you were doing and looked straight into the camera. the look of pure disbelief. megan took the chance to take sneaky facetime photos of your reaction, her loud giggles filling the space of your kitchen. "you're gonna be here in a week?!"

you moved your phone around, turning off the stove. your brain rushed with ideas and chores you had to get done. dinner was scrapped for the night, you could easily throw something into the microwave. "and you're only telling me now?!"

now you had to plan a full dinner plan for their whole stay. ensuring to include your girlfriends’ favorites, also taking note of what the other members had shown liking to. “stop freaking out. you have so much time baby. let’s just keep talking.”

“megs, i gotta get this done. i can’t have the kats impression of me being terrible. i need to show my culture off a little. some hawaiian hospitality.” you grinned. you flooded with ideas of making the girls leis’, your favorite beach spots, and local underground restaurants they would kill to try. “yn! you have time!”

“sweetheart. i gotta go. i can’t believe you sprung this on me so last minute.” you muttered to yourself, walking away to your bedroom. “babyyyyyy.” she dragged the term of endearment out as you shuffled around your small house, in search of your keys.

“i gotta head to town and pick things up.” you explained as you slipped your shoes on at the front door, making sure to grab your keys before walking out. “are you serious?” megan had a tone of mock annoyance. “i’ll talk to you later baby.” your smile flashed onto megan’s side of the screen. she really could never even try arguing over this, she knew how you are. always wanting to be a good host, wanting to show off the island you and megan grew up on. it was a place of pride and aloha.

“whatever.” megan mumbled back in response. you didn’t hear anything else as the line went dead.

to eyekons you were known as “the girl back home”, a person of mystery, or an inside joke. she wanted to keep your relationship private, just for something for her family and close friends to ‘enjoy’. but she never hid anything about you, always referring to you and slipping in little things dedicated to you.

“how’d you two even meet?” daniela asked as she leaned up to the driver and passenger seat. you were driving your car, stuffed with the global girl group. each of the girls wore a flower lei you purchased before their arrival. you drove with megan in the passenger, one hand steering and the other clasped with megan’s, the car smelling wildly with the scent of fresh flowers. “there’s not a part of my life that megan wasn’t part of.” you answered, your head turning slightly toward the curly headed latina. megan’s love struck eyes watched you.

“we’ve known each other since birth.” megan explained, her eyes traveling to your features. every time she came back home to hawaii she took the first few hours just studying your features, noticing a new thing every time. “our parents were high school friends.” the black and pink haired girl added.

“that’s so fucking cute.” lara smiled from her seat in the back. the rest of the group fell into ‘aw’s and coos. “megan talks about you nonstop.” daniela piped up, a chaotic grin across her face in an effort to embarrass megan.

megan blushed wildly, your clasped hands going up to her face. you looked over with a wide lovesick smile and moved your clasped hands to your mouth, placing a soft kiss onto her hand.

“but how’d you guys start dating?” sophia asked out. the group fell into even more excitement. no matter how much megan talked about you, the girls didn’t know much about the intricacies of your relationship.

“it was really awkward.” you answered with a side chuckle. the freeway turned into a small town. you resided on the opposite side of the island, resting more toward the local beach towns. it was near to where you spent your weekends as a child, with a connection of your grandparents town.

“i was trying to ask her out the night before i left for dream academy but she bro’d me! and i got nervous. because like who says that?! and like i thought i was crazy.” megan’s usual rambling began. she really did love talking about you. especially now, with her music sisters.

“you bro’d her?!” yoonchae asked in a loud yell from the backseat. it causes a car wide laugh.

“i froze. i am NOT good in the lady department” you defended with a small chuckle. your free hand flying up to defend yourself. “and don’t have to ever again.” megan mumbled, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“that’s a crazy lore drop.” manon mumbled softly from her seat next to yoonchae, barely heard above the soft music playing from the cars speakers.

“and i debuted and flew back to hawaii as soon as possible. and as soon as i showed up, yn was there at my front door. handmade flower bouquet—fresh from her yard. and that puppy smile.” megan explained in a long ramble. her smile growing as she continued more and more. “that’s so freaking adorable.”

“oh my god.”

“i want to die. im in hawaii and i want to die.” manon dramatically spoke. dani smacked her arm lightly. “no really….good for you megan.” manon added, fame sarcasm dripping from her words. megan shot a look back to manon and the pair laughed.

—

weverse dms: megan

mei mei 🍒

guys

look at what my girl made me

mei mei 🍒

AND SHE GOT ME THIS FOR BEAUTIFUL CHAOS RELEASE

mei mei 🍒

she’s literally the sweetest thing ever

AND ON THE BACK IT HAS OUR INITALS

i’m having withdrawals rn…

sorry

#RelationshipGoals 😍

mei mei 🍒

BUT IM EXCITDE TO BE IN KOREA AGAIN

ANYWAYS

what’s everyone doign rn

😛

—

weverse live: manon and megan

fan: manon have u met megan’s girl?

manon pointed to the question, a smirk growing on her face as she side-eyed megan. megan read the question, her tongue sticking out to cover the front of her teeth. they both laughed wildly as megan’s face flushed with red. manons laugh echoed first as megan pushed her side, her own laugh following.

“yes i have met megan’s girl back home. very sweet. they’re very cute. big ship there.” manon laughed as megan covered her blush filled face.

fan: MEGANS BLUSGINF

“megan got herself a island masc baddie. im honestly surprised she pulled.” manon joked and megan hit her back with a loud smack. “stop.” megan’s voice was deeper as she became overwhelmed with the embarrassment. comments flooded even faster. eyekons begging to see what you look like. others asked what the interaction was like.

fan: TELL US MORE PLEASE

“my mouth is.” manon put her fingers up to her mouth, swiping it across her lips as she flicked the fake ‘lock’ away. megan leaned forward, her eyes scan the comments.

“should i just do it?” megan turned back toward manon, who’s lips were pressed into a smirk—trying to conceal her words. but still, she spoke “it’s up to you girl.”

“fine! what do you guys wanna know?” that familiar smile grew on megan’s lips. if only they could see megan’s pose—her feet kicking below her, just pure excitement at being able to talk about her long term girlfriend.

fan: what’s she like

fan: FAVROITE MEMORY

fan: WAIT HOWD YOU GUSY MEET

fan: or are we getting a name reveal

“very cute. very beautiful. kind of a golden retriever.” megan listed off, her eyes traveling to the ceiling. her fingers raising as she listed each phrase off. “actually! when we flew to hawaii for a visit—“

“—when we met megan’s boo.” manon interrupted. megan nodded in agreement before she continued “—when they met. and i was on the phone with her and she was in the middle of cooking dinner. and i slip in that we’re flying over the week after. and she literally hung up because she said i didn’t give her enough time to prep.” megan explained, her eyes traveling down to the comments. “she hung up because she had so many things she wanted to plan. not because she’s a bad girlfriend.” megan added, quick to defend you even if no one said anything. it was clear to eyekons that megan cares about you very deeply.

“megan’s boo. she made us this whole feast the day we flew in. it was filled with hawaiian classics, plus our different cultures. i don’t even know how she found half of the things.”

“—especially in hawaii.”

“on short notice.” manon added and the pair grew into a fit of giggles, once again, finishing each others sentences like a married couple.

one specific comment caught both the girls attention, manon being first to point it out. the smile on megan’s face grew even wider, that look that’s only ever been for you appeared.

megansgf(you): are you talking about me rn boo

“babyyyyy!!!” megan’s voice cooed in excitement as she clapped her hands, leaning back to where manon sat. “hellooooo hawaiian baddie.” manon giggled, a tiny inside joke between you and the kats. she jokingly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her hand waving as she smiled widely.

megansgf(you): hi manzanitaaaaa

fan: megan’s gf is in chat rn

fan: FACE REVEAL WHEN

“manon and boo are so close. like im surprised. out of everyone i did not expect yn to…—shit.” megan stopped herself mid sentence, accidentally revealing your first name. it wasn’t a HUGE deal, but megan was so careful about everything concerning you. manon immediately clicked the mute button. silence wrapped the live like a blanket. the two girls animatedly spoke on behind the phone screen.

megansgf(you): how awkward …

megan clearly scrambled through her phone—very very obviously trying to quickly contact you. about a minute passes before they calm down and the pair takes a deep breath before continuing, led by manon—who held her infamous smirk, a clear sign she was holding her laugh in.

“okay! that’s enough for the night. you guys are gonna go searching for my baby and i’m not ready for that. i’m very territorial. so let’s talk tour. who got their tickets? and which cities?!” megan quickly switched the conversation around. when it came to you megan was serious , it was the one thing she would always take seriously.

you mean the world to her. including every universe, galaxy and star in the sky.

for about a year you spent preparing for a new a24 film, love lies bleeding. your agents, managers, and everyone around you made their comments on it being your breakout role. you dabbled in small roles, and this would be your first lead role.

you immediately jumped at the idea, it was bodybuilding, lesbians, and violence mixed into one film—it was right up your alley. megan, your girlfriend for a few months now was so excited for this big opportunity for you. but because of her busy schedule being in katseye she didn’t know much about the film. you also refrained from telling her, wanting her raw reactions in the silver screen.

she had noticed you beginning to put on more muscle mass, and boy did she love that ‘side effect’. but it also meant you two would likely have to be apart for months.

but luckily, she was in asia doing shows while you were in new mexico making the film. it was a long seven week shoot, but you made the most of it. you delved deep into lou’s character. the character work you did was insane. the marked up scripts. the long essays of backstory. it really became a project you fell in love with. it was especially helpful seeing everyone else’s’ deep involvement in the project.

now, it’s the premiere. all of your, and the crews’, hard work was finally paid off. the 12 hour shoot days—not including time for make up and wardrobe. the days spent in the cold desert.

“are you excited baby?” megan asked as she adjusted the buttons on your shirt. her hands running along your shoulders, smoothing out the crinkles. black slacks with a satin black button up tucked into the waistline. the top buttons were unbuttoned, showing off a little bit of your chest. and a black jacket with red accents topped over it.

“of course, ku’uipo.” you mumbled back, your lips pressing to the top of megan’s head. her hair was pinned up, her pink bangs on full display. she’s vision in red, her gown drapes like liquid silk. a structured corset sculpting her figure with sheer panels, but it maintains sophistication. a thigh high leg slit, swept in the satin finish.

“i’m really excited for you to see it.”

you hadn’t told megan of the slightly spicy nature the film had. though, it was an agreement early on about your shooting more mature scenes. it’s all part of work.

you arrived to the red carpet, megan’s hand in yours. the photos were quick. cameramen scream your name. yelling out different poses and angles. some yelling for the global rising pop star to be included in some, for couple pictures.

and god did the two of you look good together. your arm wrapped around megan’s waist as one of her hands rested on your chest. you spoke soft words to megan, bringing out her laugh. she was normally used to ‘mogging’ the camera but you were always the one to stop that. you placed a few kisses on megan’s head and cheeks. and the paparazzi was eating it up. they yelled for more, but you were swept away by event workers. they ushered the pair of you to your seats.

and the film was about to begin.

megan reaches over for your hand and she rests it on her lap. she shoots a look over at you, her smile wide—whisker dimples on full display. you leaned over, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. the lights dimmed. the screen faded on, and the film started.

the camera dollied down, a gym in the middle of the night. distant streetlights filtered, coming off as little orbs. the large title card “LOVE LIES BLEEDING” appears on the screen. cars pull in as the camera begins to follow behind a blonde woman. it follows through the gym, passing other gym goers.

it begins to cut with random inserts of the gym. weights. a sign reading “only losers quit”. several people working out. closeups of muscles. and finally you, well…your back. you feel megan begin to fiddle with your fingers. you looked over, her eyes were glued on the large image of you. it was a sight to see. pink blush covered her cheeks as the scene played out.

then a close up of your face and megan was gone. her lip pulled between her teeth. she adjusted in her seat. oh she was definitely enjoying the film.

the movie progressed and megan was getting more and more nervous? her cheeks were heated. eyes fluttering between the screen and her hands. every close up megan had an obvious body reaction. if you didn’t know her so well you’d think she wasn’t enjoying the film.

applause collapsed and the film ended. speeches were given. congratulations floated in the air. praises fell to your ears. megan was quick to usher you away, to silence. she pulled you into an empty hall in the venue, away from everyone. her hands went behind your neck, tugging at the hair. she pulled your faces together, smashing her lips to yours. the kiss was filled with so many emotions. hunger. love, possession. and even praise. your hands travel to her waist, slowly gravitating down.

“did you like it?” you asked as megan pulled away. her lipstick smeared, likely on your lips now. “yn i loved it. you looked so…good…so…hot. like i’m so speechless. i had to stop myself so many times.” words spilled out of megan’s mouth as she stared at you. your eyes traced her features with the lovestruck look in your eyes. pupils dilating as she spoke. your hands still wrapped around her waist, you made small slow moments to be closer to her. she began rambling about how proud she is. about your performance. about the cinematography.

“are you even listening?” megan stopped mid sentence, smacking your chest lightly. “uh. yeah.” you chuckled softly seeing the look on megan’s face. her eye brows furrowed. she tried to look mad—intimating, but it really wasn’t working. it was like she was trying to say bubbles in a really angry voice, but she just couldn’t.

“i’m here tryna compliment you and you’re not even listening to me speak.” megan sighed jokingly. you moved both of your hands to cup her cheeks. a smile tugged at your lips as you pecked her soft lips once.

“i love you.” you mumbled back as you pulled away, staring deep into her brown eyes that looked slightly hazel in the light.

“whatever.” megan playfully rolled her eyes as she pulled away from your grasp. her hand leading back toward the sea of people, wanting you to revel in your success.

when wanda had gotten engaged you forced yourself into work, any project you could get your hands on you took. it consumed every waking thought you had, and your dreams were filled with you and wanda, together, happy.

“their wedding is on the 23rd.” natasha informed you, breaking you out of your thoughts. her tone was careful, slightly calculated.

“that’s awesome, nat.” you spoke, sarcasm dripping from your words. your finger traced around the rim of your mug in an effort to distract yourself. “no really, i’m so happy for them.” you continued. natasha clasped her hands over yours. sarcasm was your way of coping.

you were siting in the dining room of your one bedroom apartment. the boys; bucky, sam and steve sat in the living room. bucky and sam were playing some random game you had on your ps5, steve spectating the game.

“it’s okay if you’re not.” natasha’s tone was kind. fully of love and care. you shook your head, trying to wield away the tears that brimmed your eyes.

“you know, she was never the marriage type?” you asked out. your question grabbed the attention of the boys in the room. steve wore a face of sympathy. sam was concerned and bucky, well he just stared, but a small glint in his eyes showed his care.

“she was always so against it. always told me ‘i could never be someone’s wife’.”

everyone was silent, letting you finally speak on what was truly going on inside your mind.

you wouldn’t say you were much of a religious person, maybe leaning more toward spiritual. and you believed that there was an undeniable force pulling you and wanda together. you felt the butterflies in your stomach, the pull of constantly being around each other.

like you were tangled.

and now, years later, the three of you were intertwined. like one couldn’t exist without the others, wanda acting as the string that held you together.

sometimes you caught yourself daydreaming about convincing vision to go on a fishing trip with you. from there you’d throw him into the sea, leaving him to drown. or maybe, you’d even jump in, handle business yourself, not leaving it up to water catching into his lungs.

it annoyed you so much more that you couldn’t even hate him. he treated wanda with the same care you desperately wanted to. he was perfect for her. and you swore to yourself you’d let love free.

you’ll never forget your little moments where the string was pulled tight. when it was just the two of you.

—

when you walked past wanda’s dorm you hadn’t expected to hear the soft sound of weeping leak into the hall.

your hand lifted. you held hesitation.

would wanda get mad at you for interrupting her? would she hate it if you walked in?

you knocked softly on the door. you stepped back, creating a sort of distance. soft shuffling was heard on your side until the door opened a crack. wanda stood on the other side, a hoodie hanging right above her eyes, barely showing the tear streaked cheeks and red bloodshot eyes.

“wands?”

wanda didn’t speak. she just stared. her eyes twinkled in the little light that was let into her dark dorm room.

“you okay?” your voice was soft. her head shook slowly, she raised her sleeve covered hand to her face and stepped back. the door cracked open more as she moved away. you took slow steps, approaching the threshold. “is it alright for me to come in?”

wanda simply nodded.

you followed her in, shutting the door quietly behind you. wanda landed back into her bed, pulling the covers over her body. she fiddled with the rings on her fingers, providing a distraction to herself.

moonlight seeped into her bedroom. a small table light sat in the corner, providing barely any light to the room.

“you wanna talk about it?” you sat at the foot of her bed. your hand hesitated to touch her legs, instead you rested them right beside her leg—an inch away. “i’m sorry y/n.”

“who are you gonna choose?”

“i don’t know.” her answer was simple. but it didn’t mean it didn’t stab you in the heart. you wanted to scream at her telling her to choose you, that you were the choice for her. but you couldn’t. you wouldn’t. so instead you listened.

“i love vision. he’s great. when im with him it’s like fire and chaos takes over. being with him is like being pulled into a night that will never end, and we’re untouchable. never careful. never quiet. like his love is an escape.” the redheads voice cracked. her voice was raspy, like to hurt to speak. she’d obviously been crying for hours.

hearing wanda talk about vision hurt. it cut you deeply. like a wound that would never heal, one that would reopen with every word spoken. and each word and look they shared made the cut deeper and deeper.

“i love you so and he loves you too. you love us both.” you muttered faintly, the sentence drowning in the silence of the bedroom. a quiet weep leaves wanda’s mouth at your sentence. she hated what she was putting you through, what she was putting both of you through. her heart being pulled in two different directions. one was safe but still filled with love, and the other was more risky, but filled with the same if not more passion.

“but you y/n. i feel a different way with you. it’s different, but still just as strong. it’s quieter. you see me. not the version that everyone else sees. you notice the little things and remember them, even with your shit memory.” wanda chuckled softly at the end of her words. your heart soared at the sound, at the possibility of being chosen.

“you make the world slow down. i feel like i can breathe deeper around you, just standing next to you. our love is never loud or showy. it’s always in recognition and understanding.” wanda continued, her head was down, her eyes never meeting yours–even though your eyes pleaded for the opposite.

moments of silence passed. wanda trying to stop herself from crying even more.

tears brimmed your eyes. you looked around, taking wanda’s room in for possibly the last time. you raked over the record player and crate of vinyls in the corner. something you’d gifted to her after an extraordinary performance.

but at the end of the day, you already knew who she was going to choose.

and it definitely wasn’t you.

“i’ll let you go.”

—

wanda exited from backstage after taking her bow, she looked around—scanning the room. you waited in the lobby, flowers in hand, a wide smile across your face. the look of pure happiness, love and admiration.

“wands!” you called out. her head snapped over to you and that pretty smile broke out. “y/n!” she ran over and the two of you pulled each other into a tight hug. you held tightly, fearing of letting go. your hands wrapped around her waist as hers went around your neck. her floral perfume filled your nose as you breathed.

“you did amazing up there wands. you are so incredibly talented. oh my god.” you mumbled, pulling back to see wanda’s face. she flushed brightly, shying away. “stop, that’s all you.”

“what the hell did i do? sit in the audience and clap? just take the fucking compliment wanda.” you joked and the two of you stepped back slightly. the smallest distance between you two.

“i have a surprise for you.”

wanda’s eyebrow curled in confusion. “what’d you do?”

“come on. it’s in your dorm.” you grabbed wanda’s hand and then stopped. “how foolish of me.” you muttered. you extending the flowers to wanda. “for my favorite actress.”

“thank you.” the redhead shyly thanked. her gaze dropping to the floor, like she was afraid to meet your eyes. “okay, come on. let’s go.” you pulled wanda out of the performance hall. dragging her along to her dorm room. your hands were clasped together the whole way.

“i got this for you!” you excitedly said, ripping off the cover from the record player and crate of vinyls. wanda’s face grew with surprise, her eyes widening, jaw dropping.

“you always talk about how much you wish you had a collection. and you always listen to mine. so i thought since it was your final performance you should get one too.” you explained as wanda walked over to her present(s). her fingers shuffled through the records, all her favorite albums. you scoured through hundreds of websites for the perfect condition records.

“y/n. how’d you find this? you really didn’t need to do this.”

“of course i had to. id do anything for you wands.”

—

as much as it pained you to think it, the wedding was beautiful. it was a more vintage feel. wanda opted for a 50s style wedding dress, something more suiting her style. it brought you to the days you’d sit in her dorm room and watch the dick van dyke show until either of you fell asleep. it had become a routine, something you cherished in the past, which became something you yearned for in the present.

you stood outside on the balcony. a drink in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. the cold night air sweeping over your clothes. you inhaled the smoke from the cigarette and blew it out into the air, the smoke a thick cloud of white fading into the distance. you watched the city line. watching cars drive and groups of people walk.

“always the loner.” the sweet voice of the woman you love most in the world soothed into your ears. you turned around, facing the bride in white.

“hi y/n.”

wanda approached closer. the sound of her heels clicking against the stone balcony.

“you looked beautiful tonight wanda.” you complimented. the tired sad tone heard as clear as day in your voice. you looked back out to the city line, trying not to look the new bride in the eyes. “thank you.”

wanda leaned against the railing, watching the same city line as you. her eyes tracing the mountains in the back. listening to the cars drive by. the soft music of the wedding behind you. “i didn’t think you’d come.” wanda admitted.

“i didn’t either.”

you looked over at wanda for the first time since she walked over. her green eyes already staring back at you. they still held that same twinkle, but it was different now. not as bright as they once were. “did you enjoy yourself?” wanda questioned. you chuckled softly.

what a silly question.

“i enjoyed seeing the love of my life marry the man she chose over me.” you mumbled, eyes back on the city line. “y/n.” her voice was low, almost warning you to not cause a scene. the sentence catching her off guard.

“i’m not gonna do anything wanda. it’s been far too long for me to do anything at this point.” you took another drag of the cigarette, flicking the ash build up. “it really was beautiful though. definitely what i expected your wedding to look like.” wanda gestured for the cigarette, you passed it over. wanda took a long drag, her inhale just as long, the white cloud almost blending in with the night sky.

“thank you.” her reply felt sheepish. an awkward tension slowly building with every word spoken.

“though you never did want to get married.” you took the cigarette back from wanda after she was done. “i didn’t.” she agreed with a nod.

“now you’re somebodies wife.” you murmured into the silent air of the balcony. wanda hesitated. “i don’t know what you want from me y/n.”

“i don’t understand it, wanda. and please don’t give me long explanations” you fully faced your body to the newly wed bride. but wanda kept facing the city, her eyes wanting to be anywhere but you, and now you were feeling the opposite.

“if i had chosen you, i don’t think i would’ve ever stopped burning. but i needed something i could build a life on…not a fire i couldn’t put out.”

the words hit you hard. it took you back to the night in her dorm room, when you heard her crying. the night before she made her choice. you felt like you were 21 again, begging for her to choose you. you took a step back, wanting distance from the very same woman you swore you could never live without.

“i’ll let you go.”

it was so hard to do.

“i’ve been thinking about cutting my hair.” you blurted, half to yourself and half to the chat on your monitor. the stream was a laidback, nothing huge was happening. just you and a few thousand people hanging out, trading jokes and emotes.

“should we look through some options?” you asked, already typing “short hair inspo” into the pinterest search bar.

chat immediately exploded with suggestions. links, screenshots, even a crappy mockup of you with a bald head, and various other styles.

“oooo, i like this one.” you spoke, head tilting to your monitor. it was a soft mullet. slightly layered. the edges would brush the top of your shoulders.

“wait, chat hold on.”

your phone lit up in the corner of your desk. megan’s contact picture flashed bright onto your phone screen, a candid during one of your dates. taken at a high end restaurant with red velvet seats, honey-orange lighting. you remembered it so clearly: megan leaning on her hand, eyes soft, that tiny smile curling at the edges of her mouth. it was the look she only ever gave you. one that said i’m yours, truly.

“shit, megan’s calling me.” you muttered, fumbling to grab the phone. it slipped form your fingers, clattering onto the hardwood.

“fuck!” you ducked down, snatching it up before swiping to answer.

“hi, baby! how’s your day?” you asked, your tone forced into something casual. acting as if your heart didn’t just jump into your throat.

“hi. terrible.” megan sighed. her voice tired, edges frayed. “i messed up really bad during rehearsal, and it messed everything up.”

you knew megan well enough to picture the look on her face. brows drawn in. jaw tight. wearing her slight downward pull of her lips look when she was frustrated with herself. megan was her own harshest critic, and with lollapalooza creeping up, the pressure was practically crushing her.

“i’m sorry, my love.” you said softly, your lower lip jutting out in sympathy. on your monitor, the your own reflection mirrored the pout. “you work so hard.”

“are you on break right now?”

“yeah.” her voice was soft. “what’re you doing?” she asked back, the tired whisper still in her voice.

your eyes flickered to your set up. ring light glowing. chat spamming wildly. “nothing much. just waiting around for you to come home…..my lovely, beautiful, sexy, hardworking girlfriend.”

there’s a pause.

megan narrows her eyes.

“what’d you do?”

“nothing—bye!” you blurted, hanging up before she could press further. you tossed your phone across the room and swiveled back to your audience.

“hopefully she likes it!”

unbeknownst to you though, your phone buzzed wildly with texts and calls from megan.

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later.

you sat in front of your stream. your hair was cut a little above your shoulders. a stark contrast to the hair you previously harbored, reaching at the middle of your back. you were still getting used to how light it was when you moved.

“y/n?” megan’s voice called out into your shared apartment.

“i’m on stream!”

the muted clatter of her bag hitting the counter, the faint squeak of her sneakers against the hardwood flooring. her steps slowed as she approached. like she already knew something was different.

when she appeared in the doorway, she didn’t move at first.

megan peaked her head through the door. searching around. her eyes landed on you. a smile grew. as she stared at you longer, her eyes traced your hair. her hand opened the door more, as she stepped inside.

her gaze caught you, and stayed there. her hand resting on the edge of the door. you swiveled the chair around to face her.

“you-“ she stepped inside. “you cut your hair?”

“do you like it?” you titled your head, grinning.

she didn’t answer right away. instead, she crossed the room until she stood between your parted knees. your hands instinctively slid to her waist. her fingers rose. they brushed along your jaw, until they tangled in your shorter hair.

“it’s so short.” she murmured, turning a lock between her fingers.

“you don’t like it?”

her eyes lifted. pupils darkened. “no baby, i love it.”

you turned to the stream. “success! chat she loves it!” megan’s hand moved to your cheek as you spoke. both you and megan took time to read the chat.

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user: aye they’re gonna get freakkkkyyy

user: they’re so in love IM SICK

user: bye megan hasnt stopped touching her since she walked in 😭😭😭

user: i feel like we’re interrupting sum 👀

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megan chuckled at the screen.

“they notice everything.”

“they’re observant.” you teased.

megan giggled at each of the incoming comments. you took the time to look up at megan. a lovestruck look consumed your face. your smile widening. pupils growing. eyes tracing every detail on megan’s face.

feeling your gaze, megan turned her head to look down at you.

she leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. your smile grew wider—if even possible.

she kept her hand in your hair. her thumb brushes your neck as she reads comments. “you guys aren’t interrupting anything!”

“they’re saying we’re making them third wheel too hard.” your laugh rang loud.

user: you gonna kiss her or what

“chat wants to know if we’re gonna kiss.”

megan’s gaze held yours for a beat too longs “not while they’re watching.”

the chat exploded.

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user: YO WHAT

user: 😭😭😭😭

user: SHE SAID WHATTTTT

user: IM SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S OMFNSH

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you swallowed. hard. “okay chat!” you feigned disappointment.

“i’m gonna end the stream now.” but the chat could tell how excited you were to leave, and spend time with your girlfriend.

megan leaned down to your ear. “do it.”

you ended the stream and turned to megan, who already had her gaze locked on you.

“i love your new hair, y/n.”

“really?”

“oh definitely.” her hands played around with the short strands. she leaned down. lips touching your cheek. then your forehead. then your other cheek. then your nose. and finally, your lips.

the kiss started slow. lips moving smoothing against each other. the faintest touch. but as her hands moved through your hair with more intensity, and your hands moving to reach around to her ass, the kissing intensified.

her lips moved against yours with a hunger you’ve never seen before. the quietest moan left megan’s mouth.

she pulled back. lips bruised. pupils blown wide. the undeniable look of hunger.

“this haircut is dangerous.” megan mumbled. her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “im never letting you leave ever again.”

it was safe to say she definitely enjoyed your new hair.