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boxer megan x sports commentator daniela :p
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- Part 2 of meizini oneshots
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The city slides by outside the window, lights smearing into soft streaks. Daniela leans in, shoulder bumping Megan’s.
“You okay up there?” she murmurs, poking at Megan’s forehead.
Megan smiles. “Yeah. This is… nice.”
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or: Late night food runs turn into embarrassing morning afters, but Megan doesn’t mind it.
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megan’s sneaker taps anxiously against the cheap tiled floor of the subway on w 4th, the kind of faux-terra-cotta corporate swore looked “inviting.”
lara swore this job would be “fun.”
lara lied.
it was fine for two weeks—predictable, mind-numbing, extra-cash-in-the-pocket fine—until someone walked in and rewrote megan’s entire brain chemistry.
“hi!” daniela chirped, stepping up to the counter. “can i get a footlong turkey on italian herb and cheese?”
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or: megan is bisexual disaster, who’s part timing at subway of all places, and somehow (miraculously) she gets the girl of her dreams.
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“Hanahaki disease, a rare disease that can become fatal in a matter of months. If someone is met with unrequited love, petals, sometimes flowers, will blossom in their lungs and restrict their airways. Though the disease is rare and you can only be born with it, you should be careful of your feelings.”
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Megan learns what Hanahaki is from a young age and always has been fascinated with it. The last thing she expect is for her to experience the disease first hand. To make matters worse, it's for her bandmate, Daniela. Now, she can only hope Daniela will reciprocate the feelings she has.
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Megan get Hanahaki and almost dies bc shes scared to confess to dani.
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Megan reasoned, “You love me, so you love silly.” She took the two pieces from Dani and used her teeth to split them apart. “This is a part of the experience, by the way.”
“Did you have to do it like that?” Daniela settled back in her chair to just watch, occasionally passing a piece to Megan when she asked for it. “Three out of ten experience, wouldn’t do this again.”
Megan pouted, the expression at odds with the focused tension in her brow. “If you include me as part of the experience in the score, what would it be?”
Dani thought about it. “Four out of ten.”
“The fuck you mean I’m only worth one point?”