what if your legs
independent gavin free.

nsfw.
DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE LEGS?

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written by molls !!
violence/gore warning.
if i'm not here i'm over on: BLUE

☺; H E R .

post && gavinoisms​.

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what a slow day. meg had got out of bed at ten
am. that’s pretty late for a newscaster. but no
matter, it was grocery day and nothing would
stand between her and some fresh fruit.

EXCEPT that familiar face standing right next to
her.

    ❝ oh my god… gavin?! 
    hey! it’s me… meg, from, uh, elementary, remember? ❞

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gavin was beyond tired. his body barely running on anything. since coming back to america the thing that was his sleep schedule was now nonexistent. he could have spent the whole day in bed, but no, that idea was tossed out of the window when the fact of him having no food in the cupboards or fridge, loomed on him. 

he was just minding his own business, examining the packet of grapes when he heard the voice. gav looked up, and there she was. older now. still gorgeous. lovely meg. a grin spread across the british man’s face, as he took in her appearance. 

meg! woah..it’s been yonks..

#☺| ; WE WERE BOTH YOUNG. #{ ; [ scREAMS LOUDLY ] #{ ; omg this took so long and its also long omg
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