loser

welcome to loser's basement

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒊

i write for katseye, alysa liu, madison beer, cortis, girlset

requests are open!!

approved requests: smut fics (ot 5! (not yoonchae) alysa and madison). text fics. head cannons

when i first started dating, i would play people. i would get them to trust me, would never open up about myself then left them because it was easy for me. i dont really have a reason why i would do that i just did. my first gf, i broke up with her because she was too much for me. my second ex gf treated me like shit, i would let myself have it because it felt like what i deserved after what i had done to other people. but i left her because she really wasnt right for me. she didn't make me feel happy, and at that moment, i hadnt been happy for two years.

then i met the sweetest girl ever. she made me feel the happiness i had been needed for a while. everything i had been searching for was in this girl. she made me feel secure, she made me feel like i was enough. and the relationship is super complicated because we cant really be together due to some issues she has with her family but that never really stopped us. so all of this shouldn't be a conflict of not being able to be together. we have had such a healthy relationship. maybe if i had noticed sooner, we wouldve been okay.

synopsis: megan yearns for you in the way noah did allie. does it work?

warnings: heavy against. happy ending? arguing. use of yn. megan plays the long game. yn self sabotaged. yn is bi (okay?)

a/n: listen to waiting for you by alex g while reading this bc its such a cute song.

megan never knew it would be this way. she thought you two would last forever. that is what everyone thinks when they meet the love of their life.

but the moment you sent her that text. she knew it was over. you were not exactly expecting it either, she was different from whom you had dated. but that was exactly it. she was too good to be true which is what scared you.

you both knew you were destined to be together, it just wasn't the right moment. megan was so busy with katseye and you with your busy school schedule. so when you broke up, it was supposed to feel like a breath of fresh air and to you, it was. at least for a while until you left lonely. you had no one to text, your screen time hours went down.

megan, on the other hand, never stopped caring. she couldn't. she wanted to reach out the night you two had called quits. she stalked your socials, checked your spotify to see what you had been listening to. but it was all the same every time. did you even care anymore?

every night, megan would lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. the playlist you two had playing in the background. she had wonder if you had missed her. if you stalked her the way she did you. if you were thinking about her the way she was thinking about you. and the restless nights, instead of playing video games as she was used to, she wrote. she wrote whatever came to her mind and sometimes to you. she knew you would never receive the letters but maybe one day she would have the guts to send them out.

dear yn,

i miss you a lot. i wish it did not end this way but maybe it was for the better at this time. i cannot stop thinking about you and i wonder if you think about me. probably not. you seem pretty moved on with your life right now but hopefully i get to see you again. me and girls are doing a world tour, maybe you would come and see me, or maybe not. i would love if you did but if you do not want to, that is okay too. i miss you so much yn and if we do not find our way back to each other, i guess that is okay too. you deserve to live your life without me at some point. but i love you and hopefully i will see you soon.

love, megan.

~

days passed and everyday, she wrote a new letter. it was the same concept just different words. she never knew she had so many synonyms for how she felt about you.

the papers pilled up in a box dedicated just for you. the box full with more than just items, but memories. the first bracelet you gave her that matched yours. a letter you had written her for Valentine's Day. it was hard to let go of stuff like that. so she kept them tucked away, incase you decided to come back to her one day.

~

letters were not consistent, but they were not forgotten. every day she missed, she wrote two to make up for it.

busy with tour, she had forgotten all about you. just for a while until she was on stage.

performing in california, a part of her hoped she had see your face. another hoped you did not come. she could not have any distractions while singing and dancing. as she moved, her eyes landed on a familiar face. was it yours? no, it could not be. you would not be caught dead at concerts, you hated loud noises.

after the show, she realized it was not you. she had a feeling. in the back of the tour bus, she wrote again.

dear yn,

i know i said that last letter would be my last, but i was lying. we played in cali tonight as i had said. i thought i had seen you in the crowd, however i was mistaken. i hope you are doing well. i wish you had came tonight, so did the girls i believe. i could hear them whispering your name at some point, i think it was sophia. she misses you the most. not more than me though. i still wait for you to come back, if i am being honest. but i say that in every letter. my room still has open space, if you ever want to come back yn. anyway, you have a good night.

love, megan.

~

it was not until months later, she checked your socials. it has been weeks since you posted but when you did, you posted someone rather than yourself. had you moved on?

megan stared at her screen, holding her breath longer than she had realized. she could not move, she felt stuck. her eyes formed tears but they did not fall. it was not until sophia had found her, sitting there.

"megan?" sophia whispered, looking behind her before closing the door.

megan did not move, she just handed sophia the phone. confused, sophia looked down at the screen. "megan... i am so sorry."

when she felt the hands of her leader wrap around her, she began to sob. she thought you missed her too. that maybe you would come back to her after all these months. all the months of her sent letters.

but she should have known. you never responded to her letters. you probably burnt them or threw them away.

days she spent, laying in her bed wondering why you had moved on so quickly. how did you move on so quickly? did you just erase her from your memory?

~

you tried to forget her. but you did not want too.

even when you met him. he was nothing like megan and a part of you wished he was. he was the opposite. he was too built. too cocky and had such a big ego. you wanted someone who matched your energy, he did not.

you stalked her socials, especially after tour had started. she looked so happy with her members. without you. you began to wonder if she even missed you. if she resisted the urge to text you the way you did.

it was not until months later you found out about the letters. everyday you checked your mailbox, just bills you and your boyfriend had shared ever since you two moved in together.

sophia had texted you. you reached back immediately. how could you not? that was your best friend.

soph

hey yn. i was just wondering if you wanted to hang out.

we haven't seen each other recently so i thought we could just talk?

yeah, i would love too. i missed you and all the girls.

so you met up with her. your favorite cafe you took the girls to at some point. sophia sat in front of you, staring at you as if she was trying to read you. to figure out how you really were.

"how are you, yn?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

you stared into her eyes for a moment and thought. "i'm okay."

she just nodded. "i saw you have a boyfriend. how long?"

"six months. we moved in together." you told her, fidgeting with your fingers.

"and does he know about the letters?"

your ears perked up. letters? "wait, what letters? what are you talking about?" you sit up a bit straighter, leaning forward.

"the ones megan sent out?" sophia furrowed her brows.

you shook your head, and licked your dried lips. "no. i never got them."

sophia shook hers. "she sent them out, yn." you both sat in silence for a moment before sophia spoke up once more. "you said your boyfriend lives with you?"

you nod. "yeah, four months."

"she sent them for four months, yn."

you did not want to believe it. there is no way he would do that. sure, you never told him about her but he would surely not invade your privacy and take letters that were written to you.

"i have to go, soph." you stood up, placing a twenty down to cover both your drinks. "i'm glad i got to see you." you reached over and hugged her, holding her close for a moment longer.

"it was nice to see you too. we all miss you."

~

you could not respond after that. you offered her a nod before heading out the door. you walked back to your apartment, slamming the door as you walked in.

"hey baby, what—"

"where are the letters?" you asked, setting your keys and phone down. he looked at you, dumbfounded. as if he had no idea what he had done.

"what letters are you talking about?"

"megan's letters." you shouted. "where are they?"

he looked at you before scoffing. "are you kidding me? you are going to read the letters that loser sent you?"

"she is not a loser." you bit back, your anger building up.

"yes she is. 'oh yn how i miss you.' she is still stuck on you. get a life."

"you have no right to speak of her like that. maybe you are the loser. hiding letters just because you cannot handle the idea that someone else misses me. but when your ex texted you, it was okay right? gosh, you are so pathetic." you let out, shoving past him and looking through his side of the closet. "where are they."

he just sighed, opening his drawer and tossing them onto the bed. "there."

you stared at the piles of paper, every one holding a different story. "get out of my apartment." you whispered out, avoiding his eyes.

"what?" he scoffed out.

"i do not want you here anymore. so get out." you said, looking down at the letters.

he wanted to argue more. but he knew what he had done. so he gathered his belongings, most of them at least.

once you heard the door shut, you reached for the letters, each crease sending a different message. some were folded neatly, others not so much. oh megan. you opened each envelope, reading the first lines. dear yn, i miss you. dear yn, i hope you are doing well.

the dates follower one another, ever since june. she had been writing since june, maybe even before that.

dear yn,

it is me, megan. this is the first letter i am sending out to you. i started writing to you ever since we broke up, i just have not had the guts to send them out to you until now. it is june 4th of 2025. one month since we broke up. i miss you dearly. i hope you still think about me. if you do not, maybe that explains how i sleep so well at night. i am sorry i do not let you sleep, i cannot stop my brain from thinking of you. of your smile, of your laughter. of everything. i wish things were not like this. i know we can be happy if we tried. life has different plans for us but sometimes i wish it did not. i wish to see you again at some point. i know we made plans and we did not get to achieve them. but i am willing to wait for you. i will wait for you to come back home. anyway, i hope you read this letter. i will write again tomorrow.

love, megan.

tears fell from your eyes before you could stop them. you could not believe she missed you that much. slowly, your hand reached for another. and another. and another. the letters did not stop.

dear yn,

i do not know if you are receiving my letters. i have not gotten a response back but maybe that is because you chose not to. i do not really know. we are at our first destination for our world tour. europe. i wish you were here. i know how much you love europe. especially london. that is where we are right now. we all miss you. i miss you a lot. every night, i lay in bed and wonder when you will be coming home. hopefully soon. if i could fly you out here, i would but i do not know if you would want to see me anymore. today, dani did a really funny thing. we were walking and you know it rains a lot in london? i did not. anyway, we were walking and dani walks straight into a puddle and is complaining the entire time about her wet pants. sophia obviously starts to comfort her and even offers to carry her. we both knew there was something there, did we not yn? i guess that is all i had to say today. i hope you are doing well.

love, megan.

you stared at this letter a little longer, smiling at the amount of inside jokes you two had about sophia and daniela. you set that one aside and reached for another.

dear yn,

i think this is the last letter i will write to you before i perform cali tonight. i hope to see you there, but if you do not come, that is okay. i have not been feeling myself honestly. i miss everything about you. i miss the way you would come to me before shows, tell me i would do amazing and give me a hug and a kiss. i do not have that tonight, unfortunately.

they all followed the same concept yet, they all felt so different. some would show how sad she was, and others showed how excited she was to write to you. you missed her so much.

you wanted so desperately to reach out, to text her and tell her that you were not ignoring her letters. simply that your dumb boyfriend did not give them to you, but you held yourself back. you were not really sure why.

maybe you were scared of rejection. that she did not feel the same anymore.

but it was exactly opposite of that. she still loved you. even with your boyfriend in the way, she waited. she waited everyday in hopes you received her letters.

~

weeks passed since you found and read the letters but you could not bring your heart to do anything about it.

megan forgot about it, a little. she stopped writing to you. focused on tour and gave her all while preforming all around the world. but she still missed you. she thought about you when she was not preforming.

the night she came back from tour, at her house in california with the girls, she locked herself in her room. she never left. occasionally she would leave to shower or to eat but that was it. everything felt like the maximum for her. all she wanted was you. the thought never left her mind.

yn <3

hey megan

her phone buzzed. she barely sat up, she just reached over lazily, looking at the notification. then her heart raced.

hi

yn <3

i got your letters. finally.

did you?

were they lost in the mail or something?

yn <3

more like my ex bfs an ass and hid them from me

i see

yn <3

are you back from tour?

i am

yn <3

can i see you? tonight

everything i want to say, i have to say in person

yes. i want to see you

~

megan got up from bed, after what felt like weeks, and threw on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. she knew exactly where you'd be. for the first date, she took you to a rooftop to watch the stars. she explained the constellations to you. it was one of the best dates ever.

so when she drove there, immediately seeing your car, she let out a sigh of relief. all she wanted to do was hold you, and kiss you, and tell you it was okay.

she made up the stairs, walking through the door and immediately seeing your figure. "yn?" megan whispered out.

you turned around slowly, meeting her eyes. "hi megan." you said quietly.

slowly, cautiously you both made your way to each other. "im sorry." you whisper, your hands itching to reach for her. "my dumb ass boyfriend hid all your letters. i read them last night. you know i really missed you. like a lot. i kept thinking about our plans we made," you voice broke a bit as you continued to speak. "and i wondered if you ever forgot about them. im not—im not asking for us to get back together, cause im not even sure if you want that anymore. but, i want to try again. no distractions, no problems. just us."

megan stared at you silently before reaching into her pocket. "i have something," she whispered as she unfolded a piece of paper. a letter. "dear yn, this is officially officially my last letter. i figured it would be because it seems you do not want to try anymore. i do not blame you. we are both busy and maybe are not in the right time to be together. i still think about you, do not believe that i do not. i wonder if you ever think about our plans of moving together. having a family, all of it like we said. my heart truly just belongs to you. i do not think i could fall in love with anyone else that is not you. i hope we can figure things out but for now, i can only watch from afar how you glow, how you will grow as a person without me. maybe someday, we will find each other once more, for the last time and be happy together. love, megan." she looked at you, her big brown eyes filled with such love.

"we're here now, aren't we?" you whisper, taking one more step closer. one more step and your lips would be touching.

"we are." megan gulped, looking down at your lips.

"do you want to try it, one last time?" you ask, hopeful for a yes. you were so sure she would say yes.

"no." megan said, taking a step back.

you furrowed your brows. "oh. wow okay. uh—"

"no no, i do. i do. it's just, with katseye. my contract. everything is so busy. i would not have time. im sorry."

you shake your head, reaching for her hand. "megan. you've spent a year waiting for me. i can do the same for you, i promise." you whisper.

megans eyes begin to brim with tears as she smiles. "yeah?"

you nod. "of course. i love you. you're my heart and i won't be complete without you."

the two of you stand there for a moment, surrounded by stars, the big moon just above you both.

"i love you."

~

why thank you!! but its not a foot fetish😞

im right here hello?? get that panda awayyyyy

synopsis: you call your girlfriend 'bro' and instead of thinking it's funny, she shows you who she really is.

a/n: silly inspo... ovulation week, okay?

warnings: smut!! dom!sophia. sub!fem reader. pathetic! fem reader. reader is a brat. slap kink! spit kink! mommy usage! degrading! pussy slapping! puppy usage! mock sympathy! edging!

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you sat on your phone, beside you was sophia, watching the tv as she played on her switch. you had the idea in your mind for quite some time, you always found it hot when she was pissed.

"bro, its so hot. can you turn the fan on?" you ask, turning over at her as you placed your phone down.

sophia stops for a moment and looks at you, completely forgetting about her game. "what?"

"i said can you turn the fan on."

"before that." her voice was stern, she wasn't asking. she knew what you said, she wanted you to repeat it.

"bro?" you question, furrowing your brows and sitting up. sophia quirked her brows, setting her controller to the side.

"see, that's where you're wrong. i'm not your bro." she said, reaching over and moving your phone onto the table. "who am i?" she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear. "tell me who i am to you."

you gulped nervously, moving back to meet her eyes. you weren't gonna back down. "you're my bro."

sophia tsked and grabbed you by the hair, gripping tightly. "wrong answer." a soft whine leaves your throat as your hands dig into the flesh of your thighs. "try again."

"bro." your words came out pathetically as you tried to keep your bratty attitude. she slaps your face, making you moan.

"i'm gonna make you remember who i am." she stares down at you, the eye contact making your shiver. "open your mouth."

you obey and moan as her saliva falls into your mouth. "swallow." she whispers, and you listen. she smiles and shoves her middle and ring finger into your mouth. "suck." she commands, and you do.

she moans at the sight before removing them from your mouth. "now, tell me who i am. again."

you gulp, shaking your head. "you're my bro."

she slaps your cheek again, making you gasp of pleasure. "wrong again. when are you going to understand, im not your bro."

without warning, she slides her hand under your shorts, slapping your clothed pussy. "fuck." you whimper out. "mom—bro." you moan out, causing sophia to slap your pussy again.

"you almost had it baby." she mocked sympathy as she saw tears begin to brim your eyes. "try again."

"sophia please." you begged, not exactly sure what you wanted.

"please what, baby?" she mocked, rubbing your core before slapping it again. "you want me to fuck you?"

you began to sob, nodding your head frantically. "please. i need it so bad."

sophia scoffs, removing her hand from your now red, puffy pussy. "poor puppy wants me to fuck her. but does you deserve it?"

you began to whine and squirm. "please."

sophia just chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. "so pathetic." she whispered, moving back and tilting her head to the side. "tell me who i am, then maybe i'll consider shoving my fingers inside of your pretty pussy."

"mommy, please. please mommy i need you to fuck me." you cried out shamelessly.

sophia smiled widely, tapping your head. "good girl. see you know my place." her hand finds its way back into your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles, followed by your underwear. her favorite black ones. "hm, you wanted this, didn't you slut? of course you knew I'd react like this. so desperate to be touched like the whore you are."

you whine and nod you head, looking up at her. "mommy please. just touch me."

"you think you deserve it, huh puppy? you think you deserve my touch?" she hums out, her acrylic nail tracing small, teasing patterns on your clit.

"please mommy." you whisper, meeting her eyes. she can see the desperation in your eyes before finally giving in.

"fine." she mumbles. "I'll give my little slut what she wants." without teasing, she shoves her fingers deep into your pussy. you moan loudly, gripping her shoulder tightly, your nails digging into her flesh. "so tight. hm?"

you nod, bucking your hips up searching for more friction. her other hand holds your hips down. "stay still." her fingers moved at a slow, steady pace. the noise of your moans and the squelching of your pussy filled the room, only spurring her on.

"faster." you whine. "please sophia. i need more."

sophia chuckles, shoving a third finger into your tight hole. you scream at the burning stretch and the sudden pace sophia had found. "what? you can't take it?" she mocked, pouting her bottom lip out. you shook your head but sophia didn't move. "too bad. youre gonna take it."

you whine, closing your eyes as your tears spilled down your cheeks. "shh shh baby, its okay." she watched as your body began to shake and your hips began to buck forward. "you close, puppy?"

you nod, gripping her shoulder tighter. sophia hums, moving faster. she watched your face scrunch up and your body begin to shake before she pulled her fingers out. "no no no no." you whine at the loss, opening your eyes and sniffling. "mommy." you whispered out pathetically. "please."

sophia shook her head and watched as you sobbed quietly. "poor puppy. next time you call me bro, remember this moment. remember who i am to you."

Its the anon

I hope youre doing so.much better and i hope you keep posting your gorgelicious fics bc im actually loving themm

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hiiii my anon!!

i am so much better honestly. im trying to post but im a bit stuck on what to write :(

theyre both in works but i need something to post

as SOON as you said that, i dropped this.

oh her nickname on your phone isnt even megan. its toucher, trust me. during a group dinner, she'd sit right beside you, not being questioned by any of the other girls. as she continued the conversation with sophia about her valorant tournament, eyes as wide as a puppy, her hand would find you thigh. her nails would scratch the skin slowly, tracing small shapes before inserting two fingers inside your dripping cunt. she curls them, making you grip the table until your knuckles turned white.

or when she told her members she was gonna take a shower because she was SOOOO exhausted from rehearsals, only to drag you into the bathroom and shove her fingers deep into your pussy. 'be quiet baby, don't want them to hear how their mei mei is fucking you hm?' so you covered your mouth with your hand, holding back moans as she fucked you dumb.

her innocent act works every single time. when lara and manon are practicing their M.I.A outro, she walks in her eyes wide and ear red. she mumbles nonsense before running out. running to you.

she couldn't deny that their outro kind of turned her on. so when she got home, she burst through your door, looking at you.

'megan, what are you—'

'come here.' she mumbled, grabbing you by your neck and kissing you aggressively. you moaned, leaning back allowing her to get on top of you. 'you want it?'

you nod, pulling away breathlessly. "please.'

megan shook her head, her hands trailing down your body and to the waist band of your sweatpants. 'beg, baby.'