#spiderb00

“Maybe prank your girlfriend in the middle of a live stream wasn't the best choice.”

warnings - none, streamer reader is back!

now playing - Jealous Type, by Doja Cat

"You're mine."

“And that's how I ended up losing one of the rarest Pokémon cards I've ever had in my entire life.” You finished the story, looking at the vertical screen of your setup and seeing everyone in the chat saying how stupid you were or just lamenting your loss. “Yeah, I know, guys. Really stupid of me, thanks for making me feel better about myself.”

spiderb00 - man, I only have one rare card in my collection and I'd kill myself if I lost it

ynslover - whatever you say, gorgeous.

danismyqueen - could we prank Daniela?

gamerboy - you're so fucking stupid

your eyes tried to keep up with the messages that were frantically popping up. “Fuck you, gamerboy, I know where you live!” You threatened, knowing that the user was probably just the annoying guy who was always on your live streams. “You guys want me to prank Dani?” whispering, you approached the monitor.

“Then you guys want me to die.” Daniela had just gotten home, telling you she was going to take a shower and change before joining you for a little while on the live stream. You had told her you were going to start playing a new game, and Daniela—being the perfect girlfriend that she is—liked to watch you play while chatting with the chat.

danys1fan - oh, you're going to be screwed

gamerboy - p*ssy

crazyeyekon8000 - call her by another name, she'll freak out!!!

ynssportbra - do it! I want to see the war!!!

“Call her by another name, that's crazy!” You leaned forward in your chair, your hands gripping the armrests as the messages continued.

Thousands of people trying to convince you to prank your girlfriend - which would probably end with you getting beaten up on camera. Seeing the number of threats and requests, you finally gave up, shaking your head and sighing.

“All right, give me girls' names.” Defeated, that's how you felt.

pickledgherb - Jade

gamerboy - Maxine

gamerboyenemy - @/gamerboy stop with the stranger things man

danispillow - emma

gamerboy - @/gamerboyenemy who tf are u???

gamerboyenemy - @/gamerboy stfu

“Okay, Emma is a good name. Let's go with that.” You said, taking a deep breath and mentally preparing yourself for the chaos that this live stream would turn into in a few minutes.

As if on cue, your girlfriend walked through the door, beautiful as always. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing one of the pajama shorts she had bought and a sweatshirt she had definitely stolen from your side of the closet. It was amazing how Daniela always managed to look beautiful in whatever she wore.

Lucky you.

“Hey, what are you guys talking about?” The woman approached, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and giving you a long kiss on the cheek. Redness consumed you. From your ears to your cheeks—the spot where Daniela had kissed you earlier was now hot as a volcano.

“Just talking about the game we're going to play today.” You pulled out a chair for her, the girl sitting down next to you before you even spoke. “I'll set up the controller, keep them busy, mi amor.” Pressing a tender kiss on Daniela's forehead, you looked at the chat right away. “Be nice.”

Daniela talked to the audience as if she had done it a million times before. She looked as graceful as ever, and for a moment you almost forgot about the stupid prank.

Almost.

Sitting next to your girlfriend, you continued trying to set up the controls for the game, trying to work up the courage to say another woman's name in front of your completely crazy—but very beloved—girlfriend.

“Can you pass me the cable next to you, babe.” You tried, swallowing hard before deciding to change the name ‘Emma’ to “Babe” at the end of the sentence. Daniela passed you the cable, noticing you were very quiet for your own good.

“So, are you going to play until ten or are you staying up later tonight?” Daniela’s voice made you shiver, especially when she leaned in, clinging to you like the clingy girlfriend she is.

“Only until ten, after that I'm all yours.” You replied, still very focused on the cables in your hands.

“We can order Mexican food today, I'm starving.”

And then it came out, more like a slip than something totally planned. It was as if your head was demanding it with every passing second. Emma. Emma. Emma. Emma. Emma.

“Sure, Emma.”

It was quick, low, almost a disguised whisper. Daniela let go of you right away. You pretended not to notice your own slip.

“You were answering someone in the chat, right?” Daniela’s voice had that slight fear in it, not the kind she had when she was about to cry, no, this was worse. More dangerous.

The kind of tremor that made you tremble. The kind she used when she was about to make you regret every decision you had ever made in your life.

“Yes.” You replied, the tremor in your voice betraying your knowledge that you had made a mistake and now there was no turning back.

Daniela looked at you for exactly five seconds before making up her mind. “Show me.”

Her hand grabbed the computer mouse, her arm passing through you like barbed wire—you knew it would hurt if you grabbed it.

“How am I going to show you... there are so many people talking at once.” You tried to argue.

The chat was going crazy, some trying to screw you over even more while others tried to calm the situation down by sending funny emojis.

Daniela was still scrolling through the chat as if her relationship depended on it—maybe it did.

“All right, here's the deal. If I don't find someone named Emma in the next ten seconds, we're ending the live stream, and you're going to die.” Her voice was clear, fearless, and very determined.

You took a risk.

“Baby, you don't have to...” When your hand tried to pull her hand off the mouse, Daniela's free hand was quick, grabbing your left ear hard.

“Don't touch me, yn!” The chat exploded, your murmurs of pain quickly turning into laughter as Daniela tried to rip your ear off your head. “You want to be smart, let's see then.”

gamerboy - HAHA!

danismyqueen - Latina mami in action!

crazyeyekon8000 - my pants are gone

“All right, everyone, let's end the live stream. We have to have a very important conversation now.” Although Daniela was still holding your ear as if her life depended on it, you could hear the tremor in her voice.

She was about to break down.

“Mi amor, it's a joke! It's a prank!” You stammered.

The chat exploded again, and Daniela raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of stupid prank is this?” You felt her twist your red ear a little more in her hands.

“For God's sake, I can show you! Just let me go, mi amor... please.”

Daniela looked at you skeptically, but let you go after a second. Your left hand quickly grabbed where it hurt, while your right hand tried to find the previous clip from the live stream to show your girlfriend.

“Okay, Emma is a good name. Let's go with that.” The footage echoed through the room, and Daniela crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

“That's stupid.” You smiled at her, leaning in to kiss her only to have your lips meet her palm. “Oh no, you're not off the hook. You think that was funny? Let's see if you're laughing when you sleep on the couch tonight.”

danispillow - Dani and I are sleeping alone tonight, so...

gamerboy - loser

ynslover - you can sleep with me ;)

“Oh boy.” You joked, looking at the chat only to be interrupted.

“Okay ynslover, you're one step away from being banned!”

Daniela really doesn't joke about you.

I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next <3

ahhh thank you spidey 😩

and second, have you never heard clairo??? bro, you have to listen to this woman rn.

ikr??? im literally going insane about this 😭

"Manon has dated idiots her whole life. So imagine her reaction when she sees that you're actually functional"

warnings - fluff, implied sex, reader is oblivious, Manon has wild thoughts (kinda)

now playing - Tears, by Sabrina Carpenter

"Treating me like you're supposed to do. Tears run down my thighs"

The first week was good, the second was wonderful, but after the third, Manon began to see things differently.

She wouldn't lie if you asked her, but things started to change in Manon's eyes when she had a talk with Sophie. Nothing serious, just the Swiss girl talking about how helpful you were and always doing things for her. And then, in the next second, when Sophie said that was rare to find, Manon's brain took her on a trip down memory lane—more specifically, a trip down her ex-relationships.

Something clicked for Manon.

No one was like you.

Some were good-looking, but completely clueless, lazy, and utterly exhausting. Some were less attractive—in the girl's opinion—and for some reason, they started acting like smug jerks, just because they were dating someone as beautiful and talented as Manon.

Not you!

You had the right kind of beauty, that element that made everyone look at you twice. You are kind, helpful, romantic, funny, and definitely not at all like anyone Manon has ever been with.

The curly-haired girl remembers returning home a little thoughtful after that conversation. She unlocked the door to the house you shared, sighing, still with her best friend's heavy words in her head. Distractedly taking off her shoes, her head was high enough not to notice the scent of lavender that was spreading through the house.

What brought Manon out of her reverie was your voice coming from the kitchen, humming a song she knew very well! Approaching the kitchen, the Swiss girl saw you, with your back to her, water running freely in the sink as you washed the dishes. Your feet were bare on the wooden floor, your sweatpants hung lazily on your hips, and there was no sign of a shirt anywhere nearby.

There you were, washing the dishes, shirtless, wearing only a sports bra and gray sweatpants, humming Gabriela as if it were the most joyful activity you could do in life!

Manon didn't say a word, but you noticed her presence. Turning slightly, you smiled at your girlfriend, who was still frozen in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

“Good evening, babe!” The smile on your face was beautiful, and for a moment, Manon swore she could watch you smile forever. "How was your evening? I took advantage of your absence to tidy up the house. It's been a mess these last few days!"

For the first time, Manon took her eyes off you, looking around and finally realizing why the smell of lavender was so strong in her nose.

Drying your hands, you walked over to your girlfriend, stopping in front of her just to grab her waist and pull her toward you.

“Where's my kiss, woman?!” Raising your eyebrow playfully, you waited for some reaction from Manon.

“Did you clean the whole house?” Her voice sounded like a mixture of suspicious and impressed.

You just nodded.

“Well, I didn't know when you'd be back... and I know you drink a lot when you go out with Sophie, so I made your favorite, in case you're hungry and want dinner.”

It was true. She drank a lot when she went out with Sophie, she always came home hungry. The others never cared, in fact, it could often lead to an argument. But here you were, saying you remembered her, and cared enough to make her favorite dish. You didn't fight with her for going out with her friends, you didn't make sarcastic jokes, you weren't harsh, you weren't rude... you were nothing but adorable.

And that really got Manon.

Smiling sweetly, the woman grabbed your cheeks, pulling you into a delicate kiss. Your girlfriend's lips felt like heaven, and her tongue tasted like alcohol and strawberries. You didn't care.

You loved it.

“Thank you for doing this for me, babe.” Manon's eyes were wide, her pupils dilated enough for all the excitement she was feeling. “But tonight, you're my dinner!”

Surprised by the curly-haired woman's words, you couldn't even speak, at least not when you felt Manon jump over the hem of your sweatpants, pulling you right behind her as you both went upstairs.

You don't remember how it started, but after going out with your friends, the waitress started being overly friendly with you at some point. You didn't know how to be rude, but you gave the woman several hints that you weren't available.

But still, here you and Manon were, arguing inside your house.

“YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO ACT WHEN THIS HAPPENS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW ANNOYING THIS IS?!” Manon's screams were getting too loud.

And even though you didn't mind her venting the anger she was feeling, you were worried she would wake up hoarse the next morning.

“Honey, can we not yell at each other? Please!” You tried.

“OH, NOW YOU WANT TO BE DISCREET?” The Swiss woman moved closer to you, her finger poking your chest hard. “YOU DIDN'T MIND BEING DISCREET WHEN THAT BITCH HIT ON YOU!”

“I pushed her away! You saw that. Everyone saw that.” You held her hand. “My love, I understand why you're angry, but you saw everything. I don't want anyone else! I want you!”

Your words hit Manon in the pit of her stomach!

How could you understand her? How could you not be trying to shout louder? How could you be being responsible and a good communicator?

And then, that feeling again. That same strange warmth that had been haunting Manon since you started sharing your lives more deeply. That same warmth that always visited her when you were being extremely mature and responsible, that same warmth that happened when you solved everything for her, when you didn't let her carry heavy things, or when you did anything even remotely emotionally intelligent.

Considering that she had feelings... she can't remember the last time any of her partners did that!

Why were her clothes still on?

Manon didn't think twice.

Her lips on yours were the next thing you felt. Her hands tangling in your hair as if they had always belonged there. Your hands reached for her waist, hearing your girlfriend sigh into your mouth as you squeezed.

Without breaking the kiss, Manon jumped on you. Her legs wrapped around your hips without warning—she knew you'd be strong enough to catch her.

“I'm sorry, babe.” It was the first time she had ever said that in an argument like this. “Let's go upstairs, and I'll show you how sorry I am!”

You didn't know what had changed. But you certainly weren't going to say no!

The next day, Manon woke up with a smile on her face. Her muscles ached in all the right places, her hair was a little messy from the night before, and she had nothing to complain about.

Except for the fact that you left her alone in bed.

Snorting, the woman finally left the bedroom, going downstairs after a quick stop in the bathroom and doing all her morning hygiene routine. The house was silent, the floor was cold, and the living room was too empty for Manon's tastes.

With her curls messy and her feet bare, Manon walked toward the backyard where the pool and the grill were located. The sun's rays streamed freely through the glass door, as did Manon's view of you.

Right there, on your knees, was you, with a red toolbox at your side, assembling an IKEA dining chair like a pro. Your T-shirt was off again, and this time, instead of sweatpants, you were wearing worn-out denim shorts—the same ones you always wore when doing something that might get dirty.

Manon bit her lower lip, moaning internally and leaning against the doorframe.

“Not again!” were the words that came out of her mouth.

Even as her brain was practically commanding her mouth to start salivating.

Manon had already assembled a chair like that, but seeing you do it was a completely different thing.

“Why does she have to be so good?” The curly-haired woman's smile grew wider as her mind raced with impure thoughts.

You noticed her presence, as always. Turning quickly and dropping the tools as if they were suddenly the most uninteresting thing in the world.

“Hey, babe!” You approached her. “Sorry for getting out of bed, but I didn't want to wake you up early on your day off.” You wiped your hands on your shorts. “And the dining room chairs finally arrived, and I wanted to assemble them before you woke up.”

Leaning over, you kissed Manon on the forehead.

Enjoying the affection, the woman closed her eyes, letting you spoil her the way she had always dreamed of.

“Hey, you already snuck out of bed. At least give me a kiss of respect!”

Laughing at what the shorter woman said, you grabbed her by the waist. Pressing her body against yours, you kissed Manon with all the passion in the world. Her hands wandered over your arms, squeezing your biceps and caressing your bare shoulders.

“I made breakfast for you.” Manon moaned, and you frowned.

“What's wrong? Don't you want to eat?” Your voice made Manon melt.

“Do you have to be so perfect at everything?”

Pausing for a second to think, you laughed at what your girlfriend said. Hugging her waist and kissing her forehead again.

“Is that so bad?” Your question made Manon look at you and smile.

Breaking free from your embrace, the shorter woman stood on her tiptoes, just enough to reach your ear.

“It's never going to be bad.” Her lips kissed your cheek. “It just makes me so fucking wet!”

Your eyebrows rose, and the words stuck in your throat. Manon walked away swaying her hips, and you swore that this woman would be the death of you.

ANOTHER FANFICTION WITH SABRINA SONGS!!!

I'm so excited! I've wanted to write to Manon for so long!!! I love this girl, and honestly, I desperately need more fanfiction from her.

Anyway, I hope you are all well. I'm running out of time. I finished my project, but now I'm officially in exam week. I'm studying like crazy, but I couldn't let this one pass me by!!!

Take care, stay safe, and don't forget to drink water.

"You were just Megan's little sister. The cute girl who certainly wasn't Lara's type. But wait, when did you get so hot?"

warnings - Fluff, reader was the ugly duckling :(

now playing - When Did You Get Hot?, by Sabrina Carpenter

"When did you get hot? All the sudden I could look you up and down all day. When did you get hot? I think I would remember if you had that face"

Lara was lying on the dance floor, breathing heavily as she tried to regain her senses. Rehearsals for Lollapalooza were crazy, and although she was happier than ever with everything the girls were achieving, Lara couldn't wait to get home.

The Indian girl's attempt to relax was quickly cut short by Megan's phone. The notifications were loud enough to deafen sensitive ears and disturb the peace of anyone within a 30-meter radius.

Groaning in annoyance, Lara rolled onto the floor, lying face down as she watched her pink-streaked friend run toward the phone she was charging nearby.

“Can you please throw your phone in the water? I'm trying to relax here!” Although true, Lara's tone let Megan know that nothing she was saying was serious.

“Sorry, I'm waiting for my siblings to text me. Yn is in town and is coming to drop me off some food!” Megan's voice had an extra bounce to it, and Lara remembered you immediately.

The Indian girl remembered you. She remembers being in contact with you when the girls were at Dream Academy. She remembers how Megan always talked about you and how Lara had to meet you.

Now, Lara had nothing against you! Not at all! But you just weren't exactly her type. The Indian girl remembers you being a year younger than her, remembers your messy hair and your stutter whenever you tried to say more than two words to her.

Don't get me wrong, she thought you were cute. You just weren't for her.

Lara clearly remembers how you obviously had a crush on her, but she made it very clear that you would just be good friends!

Time passed, and a lot has happened since Dream Academy. The girls debuted, traveled part of the world, became famous with their songs and choreography, and everyone loved their personalities.

Lara didn't have time.

All she knew about you was that you were in college, studying something she hadn't had time to ask about.

“Wow, I haven't seen her in a while. Does she still stutter as much as I remember?” Lara's voice sounded amused, and the Indian girl raised her hands in surrender when she saw the look Megan was giving her.

“Stay away from my sister!” Megan got up from Lara's side and walked toward the studio door.

Still not satisfied with the conversation, Lara followed the Chinese girl, laughing behind her like a child who had just done something naughty.

“As far as I remember, you should tell her to stay away from me! She was the one who had a huge crush on me!” The Indian girl caught up with Megan, still laughing at the whole situation.

Stopping at the building's reception desk, Megan rolled her eyes.

“Look, I'm serious! You haven't seen her in a long time, and you always do this thing of saying that people get better with time.” Megan looked at the front door, waiting impatiently for the girl she wanted so badly to see to walk through the door.

“I've never been interested in her, Megan. You know that better than anyone, so you don't have to worry...”

Suddenly, Lara's words were interrupted by Megan's shrill scream. The girl ran quickly toward the front door of the building and threw herself against a very tall person.

Frowning, Lara narrowed her eyes to see better. The person was tall enough to touch the ceiling of Lara's room with their hands. The arms that wrapped around Megan's waist when she jumped into them were muscular, and Lara seriously wondered if that person could lift her car with one hand. The person's head was between Megan's neck, but their clothes were as stylish as those Lara saw in store advertisements.

Person.

Lara didn't know who that person was.

Weren't they waiting for Megan's younger sister?

Then who the hell was that person?

Reality hit the Indian girl like a bomb in her stomach when Megan finally let the tall figure go.

It was you!

There was no way! Lara couldn't believe that person could be you! But she was there, seeing it with her own eyes!

Lara's eyes did a double take.

Triple take!

Her previously unkempt hair now had a cool, edgy cut, messed up in just the right way. Her poor posture was gone, replaced by a straight posture that matched her back muscles. And her awkward gait was gone, and all that remained was a feeling of nervousness when Lara saw you walking toward her.

“Lara, don't you know Yn?” Megan's voice echoed in the Indian girl's head.

You were standing in front of her, towering over her to tell the truth! Your face was more mature, your jawline defined, your cheekbones protruding in just the right way, your mouth full, your nose perfectly shaped, and your eyes enchanting. She would definitely remember you if you had looked like this before!

Lara tilted her head to the left, almost like a lost puppy.

You used to do that!

When did the tables turn?

Why was Lara's heart beating so fast? Why did your smile seem so irresistible now? Why was she wanting to steal you away from Megan just to look at you for the rest of the day?

When did you get hot???

“Huh?!”

Sabrina wrote this song for all of us (me) who were ugly children and grew up to be hot (me again)!!!

Anyway, this is pretty short, guys... but I was thinking about doing more parts, idk... I'm exploring the options.

I have a lot of things to do, but classes are keeping me busy. I have a project to turn in in a few days, so I'm racing against time (as usual).

To fill my time, I'm now doing an extra activity! I decided to enroll in a martial arts gym! It's fun, but I spend most of my days swamped with things on my schedule!

I hope you are all doing well. Drink water and stay safe.

"Megan is tired of your girlfriend, and she thinks you two should be together :)"

warnings - emotional cheating, reader is a jerk, Megan is a jerk (everyone is kind of a jerk, cheating isn't cool). I used Bea Kitsos as reader's girlfriend, she's pretty idk

now playing - Girlfriend, by Avril Lavigne

"In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger. 'Cause i can, 'cause i can do it better"

“Come on, Manon. You have to introduce me to her!” Megan's voice echoed through the apartment—for what felt like the millionth time, to Manon.

“Megan, I'm not going to help you hit on one of my friends,” Manon repeated. “Who, by the way, has a GIRLFRIEND!” The curly-haired woman's voice rose a notch at the end to emphasize everything Megan was trying to do.

“You know she's boring, and I'd be so much better than her.” The conviction in the Chinese girl's voice was simply frightening to Manon.

The older woman had never seen her bandmate act this way for anyone, but Manon also knew that Megan had an eye on you for a long time. In fact, it all started just like that, at some party, your and Megan's eyes met, Megan asked Manon about you, she said you were good friends, but left out the most important detail.

Bea had always been by your side, especially when you decided to take a chance on a music career, and when you finally achieved the success you wanted so badly, all you could do was celebrate with her. The redhead supported you most of the time, Manon even thought she was cool—sometimes. The thing was, you were a rock star, a free spirit, a walking melody that always entertained everyone wherever you went. Manon just thought your girlfriend dampened your vibe sometimes.

When Megan finally found out you had a girlfriend, she was crestfallen, until all of your and Manon's mutual friends started throwing stones at the redhead. All the harsh opinions of your friends, all the jokes disguised as insults... all of this made Megan determined.

That girl was ruining your life!

And you needed someone who was your equal.

Megan didn't always have the opportunity to bump into you at a party, you didn't go to many - courtesy of your girlfriend - so when she found out you were going to Dominic Fike's party, and that Manon had also been invited, all Megan did was beg Manon to take her with her.

"You know what, fine. You can come with me, but keep me away from your weirdness!“ Manon turned around to find Megan standing in the bathroom doorway like a ghost from last summer. ”I don't want any of that shit coming my way when your plan goes wrong."

Megan smiled, because today would be the day you finally got a new girlfriend.

The music was loud, the smell of alcohol and marijuana permeated the air and invaded the nostrils of anyone who walked through the door. There were people passed out on the lawn and couples practically devouring each other on the sofa, but Megan remained unfazed. She had a goal for the night, and she was going to achieve it.

It didn't take the Chinese girl long to find you and Bea, and she almost threw up when she saw the girl throwing a tantrum when you refused to go into a photo booth—probably bought impulsively by Dominic—that was positioned at the backyard entrance of the house.

Seeing you roll your eyes, Megan watched you open the curtains for the shorter girl—who jumped for joy as she planted a peck on your lips.

She thought, trying as hard as she could to come up with a plan to get you two out of there, or get your girlfriend out of there...

“Hey, you.” Megan called out to two girls who were leaving the pool area and walking toward the kitchen. “Do you know if Yn and Bea came alone?”

“Bea's friends are somewhere, you just have to look for them.” The girl replied, and Megan agreed, smelling alcohol from miles away.

Megan knew that people noticed you, you were the new indie/rock sensation, everyone noticed you; where you went, who you arrived with, if you were accompanied...

“Okay, thanks!” Megan shot off, walking so fast toward the photo booth that she could leave trails of fire across the grass.

She saw people in the pool, someone calling their friends to play beer pong, and more couples kissing. When she reached the booth, a loud sigh was heard as her hand pulled the curtain, and Megan put on her most serious face for the moment.

“Hi, are you Bea? One of your friends just got sick or something.” Megan wanted to smile at how quickly the redhead left the booth.

“Baby, I'll be right back!” Was the only thing she said before running towards the house, leaving you sitting in the booth and Megan still half leaning as she looked into the small cubicle.

“Well... I guess I'll free up the space.” You smiled, getting up to leave the booth when a hand pushed your chest.

Megan's hand.

“Hold on there, hottie. The black-haired girl stepped into your space without thinking twice, taking the spot that had been occupied by your girlfriend. “You can still take beautiful pictures... with me!”

You stopped immediately, stunned by what that girl was saying. You weren't stupid, you'd had girls hit on you before, but not so blatantly. She knew you had a girlfriend, she had just seen your girlfriend.

You laughed.

“Look, you know that was my girlfriend, right?!” Megan smiled.

“Yes, silly.” Her hand pushed your shoulder, only to come back and rest there again. “Why do you think I wanted her to leave...”

Her hand moved down your bicep, only to move back up your shoulder and toward the back of your neck.

“Wait a minute, there's no...” The sound of the curtain opening abruptly made you jump slightly in place.

“No one's feeling sick!” Your girlfriend was there, looking angry, staring at Megan's hand as if she were going to explode.

“Oops.” Megan's smile at you made your breath quicken.

“Come on, babe.” The redhead pushed Megan away, glaring at her. “Crazy bitch.” You let Bea pull you away because, at the end of the day, it was the right thing to do.

At least that's what your brain kept telling you.

“BEER PONG!” Dominic's shout made everyone in the backyard come closer.

Your hand was firmly in Bea's, and you two were laughing at something the host was saying to you. Megan approached like a hired assassin, silent but deadly.

“All right, Yn, you have to go first round!” Fike's arm wrapped around your neck as if you were old friends—which you were. “Is Bea your partner?”

“Oh, no. I'm terrible at beer pong.” The girl admitted, taking a step back and making people try to encourage her.

Megan knew she loved that attention. The kind of attention that being with you brought.

“I'm good at Beer Pong!” Megan popped up in the crowd, raising her hand like a model student would when she has a question. Putting on that innocent face that fooled no one.

Dominic bought it.

“All right.” Throwing you toward the shorter girl, he shouted again. “ME AND MANON, YOU AND MEGAN!”

The crowd cheered, and you looked at your girlfriend with an apologetic look. Megan didn't even wait, discreetly pushing the redhead aside, she grabbed your hand and led you to the table with the cups.

“I hope you're good at this,” she whispered in your ear.

God, you were giving it your all. Your girlfriend was right there, it was stupid! You knew who Megan was, everyone knew who that girl was, and anyone would call you stupid for not flirting back, but you still had a girlfriend, and even though you weren't a saint, you didn't want to be that disrespectful.

The thing was, Bea and you hadn't been working for a while. You always knew that your personalities were incompatible, but hey, opposites attract, right? At least that's what they say. Things didn't work that way for you.

You wanted someone with the same energy as you, someone who understood your music, someone who would rather sleep on the beach to watch the sunrise than have a detailed schedule of what to do to see the sunrise in an organized way. Someone who would rather cook together while listening to music than go to a fancy restaurant for every meal. You wanted someone who wasn't perfect for the world, but who was perfect for you.

“I'm good at that,” you replied with conviction. Megan's face was still inches from yours.

The smile she gave you made your heart race again, and you hated loving that.

Balls were thrown, you drank and made others drink, and in the end, everything seemed a little more fun and liberating than before. Manon perfectly hit the last glass of beer, tapping Dominic's hand when she saw they had won.

“Damn, you almost got it,” the curly-haired boy said. “Maybe you should pay more attention to the game than to yourselves.” He winked at you.

All you could do was glance sideways at Bea—seeing her unpleasant expression as she looked at Megan—while grabbing your last beer.

“Screw you.” You downed the liquid, and would have drunk every last drop if Megan's hand hadn't “accidentally” knocked the glass over.

In less than a second, your favorite shirt was ruined, wet, and unpleasantly reeking of beer.

“Oh my god. I'm sorry!” Her hands went to your chest, running her fingertips from your abs to your chest.

“Don't touch my girlfriend, you psycho!" Bea took two steps forward, pushing Megan off you and standing in front of you like a bodyguard.

“Relax, girl. I'm just trying to help.” The smile on Megan's lips made your girlfriend's ears burn, and you grabbed Bea's wrist, afraid that the two would start a fight in front of everyone.

"Trying to help? You're the one who knocked it over on her in the first place. And you think I haven't noticed you've been trying to flirt with my girlfriend all night?!" Bea retorted, and the crowd around you began to grow.

“Oh, me?” Megan pointed to herself, the same innocent pout on her lips.

Oh, that girl was trouble.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” She shook her head, innocently looking at you as she let the corners of her lips curve slightly upward.

“You bitch...”

“Hey! Okay, let's not do this now.” You tried to contain the situation, seeing that a lot of people were approaching. “I'm going upstairs to change, it's just a shirt.” Turning around, you headed for the stairs, knowing that Dominic would lend you any shirt you wanted.

This night was getting too crazy.

Even with the loud noise outside, you could hear the knocking on Dominic's door. Holding a shirt, you looked at the door, only to roll your eyes and decide to ignore it—thinking it was probably a couple looking for a place to have sex.

But the knocking continued.

“Go away!” The shout didn't seem to convince whoever was on the other side, because the incessant knocking continued.

With hurried steps, you walked toward the door, only to turn the doorknob and come face to face with Megan. You weren't blind; Megan was beautiful, with those big eyes, hair cascading over her broad shoulders, pink lips, and cute nose.

Damn, she was like a goddess.

“What do you want?” You didn't want her to come in, but you left the door open anyway.

“I know I've caused a lot of trouble today...” Megan closed the door, leaning against it when she saw you take off your beer-soaked shirt.

She was looking at your back, but something about her had frozen. Maybe it was the sight of your flexing muscles, maybe it was the cool tattoos scattered across your skin, or maybe it was the fact that if she took two more steps forward, she could touch you.

“But I don't like your girlfriend!” The words came out of her mouth like a proud confession, and you turned around, looking at her in disbelief. “I think you need a new one.”

The sight of your abs made Megan walk up to you, mesmerized. Her hands hovered over your skin as you watched her. It was comical and tempting, as much as you didn't want to cheat on your girlfriend, Megan Skiendiel was right there in front of you, just waiting for the green light to cling to you like a koala.

“Wow, you're delicious.” She tilted her head to the side. “What are you doing with her? She's so boring!” She whined.

“Everyone says that...” You whispered, letting your thoughts speak louder for a second before shaking your head, expelling any trace of it from your consciousness.

“I know you want me too, yn. I think about you all the time.” Her arms settled perfectly on your shoulders, her pulling you closer as your hands automatically went to her waist.

“Megan...” You tried.

“Come on! She's like... whatever. You can do so much better.” Her mouth was only millimeters from yours, her breath smelling of beer and mint, and all you could think about was how deliciously wrong this all was.

“I think we should be together now!” She was on her tiptoes, your gaze alternating between her eyes and her lips, and the feeling of a good sin was about to happen. “That's what everyone's talking about."

Before her lips touched yours, you looked up, almost as if asking for some divine direction before saying anything in front of Megan. With a smile on her face, Megan waited patiently for your decision, while her lips pressed against your neck—her teeth casually grazing your prominent Adam's apple.

“I'll break up with her!” you blurted out.

Megan laughed.

“You will?!” Her voice had a sweet and dangerous mix, and her hands caressed the back of your neck as if she were cocking a gun.

“Yes.” You pulled away. “I don't want it to be like this, you know.”

Megan understood, you were referring to carnal betrayal. Megan respected that.

“All right, but it has to be quick.” Her fingers brushed your torso, wandering across your abdomen. “I want you for myself soon.”

“I promise!” You nodded. Swallowing hard because of her touch. “I'll break up with her today.”

“Great, because I don't even want to hear you say her name ever again.” She stood on her tiptoes again, just long enough to leave a wet kiss on your cheek.

And then Megan left, leaving you stunned, and maybe a little excited by it all. But what could she do? She knew she had you wrapped around her finger.

Hello, everyone! This is a quick idea I had last night after listening to Avril at full volume.

I hope you're all doing well. Did you see everything Lara wrote on Weverse? Honestly, I'm completely out of the loop when it comes to news about the girls' boyfriends—even though I think Dani and Jonah are cute together—so I don't even know what was going on.

I hope everything is okay now. The only thing I understood was that people were also body shaming Lara, and like??? Seriously? People are completely out of touch.

Anyway, stay safe, be kind, and drink water.

"Megan was completely focused on her career, and when she met you, all she thought was that she wanted to have some fun. She couldn't fall in love, right?!"

warnings - toxic!megan n actress!reader, love triangle (on both sides), mention of Jonah. actress included in the plot - I recently fell in love with this actress, so why not?

now playing - Don't worry i'll make you worry, by Sabrina Carpenter

"You think that i'm gonna fuck with your head, well, you're absolutely right"

Megan didn't want to fall in love with you. She didn't want to fall in love with anyone. Her entire career was taking off, things were going well for her and for all the girls, she wasn't going to ruin that by getting deeply and emotionally involved with someone.

When you appeared in the Chinese girl's life, she saw her barriers shatter before her eyes. You were sweet, kind, beautiful, funny, smart, and absolutely everything Megan had asked the heavens for when she was younger.

It was almost as if the universe was playing a joke on her, a ridiculously cruel joke.

But Megan got involved, she let you in, at least enough for you to start having something casual. Not that she had told you it was casual, Megan didn't even bother. She knew what she was doing was wrong, letting you hope and believe that one day you would be together as a couple was cruel.

The first to warn her was Lara.

The sofa in the place she and the Indian girl shared now had two bodies entwined on it. Megan's hands were running through your hair, while yours caressed the skin of her waist. Her lips were sweet and soft against yours, and the moment she kissed you like that, you told yourself it was worth canceling your plans with your friends.

You were both lost in a cloud of lust and love, too focused on each other to notice when the door opened. Fortunately—for Lara—you both separated when you heard the Indian girl clear her throat.

“Oh, hey, guys. I didn't know we had company.” Lara's voice made you blush. And you saw Megan roll her eyes as she tried to hide your embarrassment.

“It's no big deal. Yn was already leaving.” Megan's statement made you turn quickly to her.

“I was?” The question came out of your mouth automatically. Your brain didn't even process the words until you saw the look Megan gave you. “I was.”

You smiled awkwardly at Lara, the Indian girl just giving you a sad smile as she saw how quickly you gathered your things scattered around the apartment. The backpack on the floor and the worn jacket made Lara think you had come straight from filming something. You were leaving everything behind to be with Megan.

“Bye.” You leaned in, trying to leave one last kiss on the lips of the girl with pink hair, only for her to move her head, causing your kiss to land on her cheek.

Embarrassment consumed you, and if there had been a hole there, you would have buried your head in it. Stepping back, you gave Lara one last tight-lipped smile, and the look she gave you made you lower your head.

The tender look on Lara's face turned to an angry one as soon as you walked out the door.

“You're playing with this poor girl too much, Megan.” Lara's tone made Megan roll her eyes, knowing that the truth was going to be hard to hear.

She knew exactly what she was doing, but at this point, she didn't want to lose you. Everything with you was so good.

“She'll be fine. I'm sure she has other girls out there.” Megan's tone left a bitter taste in Lara's mouth.

“I'm serious, Megan. This girl is just amazing and she's really into you. You're going to hurt her, and you're going to leave her in pieces.”

Lara warned, walking quickly to her room, not wanting to deal with her roommate's stubbornness.

Megan, however, threw herself back on the couch. Her thoughts were racing, every little moment she spent with you coming back to haunt her. All the moments you and she had lived together running through her mind as genuinely perfect moments.

Megan couldn't fall in love with you.

You couldn't be perfect at everything.

The second to warn her was Sophia.

Rehearsals for the BCT were killing Megan, she was stressed, she was tired, and she was definitely running out of time. Megan's pent-up anger began to bubble up again when she finally looked at her phone screen. It was no big deal, just one missed call and two unread messages from you.

“Hey, I hope you're doing okay.”

“Good luck with rehearsals, you're going to be amazing!”

How sweet you were, the way you cared about her, the way you took the time to send that. It all made Megan angry.

This wasn't supposed to be so serious, it was casual, you shouldn't be calling her, or sending cute messages that couples would send to each other.

Megan never returned your calls, but today would be different.

The phone rang three times before you answered. Your voice sounded tired, as if you had just come in from a hard day of shooting.

“Why are you calling me?” Her voice made you frown.

“I thought we could go out today. But when you didn't answer, I assumed you were rehearsing...”

“You can't call me like this, yn!”

“Well... I... I just thought it would be nice for you to relax a little.” Your voice was low, and for a second Megan felt bad about the way she was treating you.

“You want to help me relax?” Her voice was threatening, and you shook your head, remembering in the next second that she couldn't see you. “Come to my place.”

And she hung up.

Picking up her things from the floor, Megan didn't even notice the group leader standing a few feet away from her.

“Why are you hanging out with this girl if you don't like her?” Sophia asked.

“Who said I don't like her?” Megan retorted.

“Well, you talk like she kicked your mom.” Sophia teased.

“It's casual. I just don't want her to get confused.” Megan looked away from Sophia, afraid of being caught in that motherly gaze Sophia always gave them.

“Have you told her that?” Megan rolled her eyes.

“I don't want to lose her over some silly drama.” It was the only thing the Chinese girl could say.

“Well, you don't have her.”

Megan took a deep breath, trying to control the way her chest rose and fell every time someone mentioned you to her.

“Well, when I want to, I have her biceps and abs to myself, so I guess that counts.”

Megan didn't let Sophia answer, leaving the practice room and heading straight to her house. Why didn't she mind making you wait for her... she just didn't want to wait for you.

Megan's head rested on the pillow in frustration. Your arms gently grabbed her, pulling her closer to you. Megan felt hot, she felt on fire, she felt relieved and frustrated at the same time. All she wanted was for you not to be perfect at something, for her to have something she could hate about you.

She thought sleeping with you would solve it, but it was annoyingly good, and now she was mentally thanking you for making it worse.

“I think you better leave.” The tone of her voice left you perplexed. And the way she pulled away from your embrace made you feel like the most unwanted person on earth.

“I... I thought I could stay a little while. I mean, it's late.” You mumbled, trying to find a way into Megan's heart.

“I have rehearsal early tomorrow. I thought you came with your car?!”

You sighed, nodding and walking towards your clothes on the floor.

“Do you still want to go out on Halloween?” The question was loaded with hope, thoughts that maybe you and she could still go out together in front of people.

“I can't, I'm going to a party with Jonah.”

Now, you had heard about Jonah a few times, some tags in photos and parties that you and Megan were at together—not directly. You didn't really have any opinions about the man, you had never exchanged more than ten words with him—those being “Can you pass me the vodka?”

“You're going to parties with Jonah now? I thought we were going to my friends' party together?”

Megan closed her eyes, massaging her temples in search of patience.

“Well, Jonah invited me, and I thought it would be more interesting than going to the party with your friends.” Megan's tone was sharp, and you frowned.

It had been weeks since Megan had been treating you like shit, but you let it slide, convincing yourself that she was just tired and that it was all in your head. But now, you were angry, trying to understand what was wrong with Megan, or what you had done to make her so pissed off.

“Okay, what the hell is this, Mei?” You tried not to explode right there. “I thought we were having something nice here, but you've been treating me like I'm nothing for weeks!”

Megan turned to you, her eyebrows furrowed in anger as she approached your taller figure.

"There's nothing wrong with me! It's not my problem if you don't understand that what we're having is casual!“ Her finger jabbed at your chest, but her words hurt more than anything physical. ”Have you ever considered that maybe I don't want to go to a stupid party with matching costumes like a fucking couple? Have you ever considered that maybe I don't want us to be a couple?"

Your chest hurt, your mouth opened and closed like a fish underwater, searching for words to describe everything you were feeling.

“You never said anything to me...” Megan cut you off.

“I DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING!” She paused, taking a deep breath. Her hands massaged her temples as if this whole argument was entirely your fault. “Actually, it's impressive how you don't read signs.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Megan looked away. The way she was talking to you, the way she was expressing herself, the way she shouted those words... it all reminded you of how this was definitely not the Megan you met six months ago.

You sighed, not letting the tears fall in front of the girl who had just broken your heart. The tightness in your chest became unbearable, and all you could think about was how you had to get out of that room immediately.

You grabbed your clothes, put on your pants, and slammed the door behind you with your shirt still half on.

Megan stood there, staring at the white door you had just walked through, watching the door close and the doorknob return to its original place. She saw all the love hidden in her chest drain away, as if she herself had just shot herself in the heart. As if the blood was the love she felt for you.

As if she had just ruined one of the best things that had happened to her in a long time.

You were gone.

Megan cried that night. She cursed softly, remembering all the times you were there for her. She remembered all the times she left you guessing. All the times she made you worry like no other girl could. She remembered all the times she made you never sure where you stood. All the times she gave you the silent treatment just for fun.

And then she moved on.

Or at least she tried to.

The BCT had begun, and the show in New York was incredible. The audience was contagious, the people were electrifying, and all the love Megan and the girls received seemed to fill a big hole in the Chinese girl's heart.

Four months, more specifically four months, two days, seven hours, and twenty-five seconds.

Megan had treasured every second without seeing you like a bitter treasure. Like a bomb stuck to her back, a bomb that ticked every second to remind her bitterly of everything she had lost.

She hadn't heard from you since the door closed. She had a secret account to stalk you, but all she saw were promotional movie posters and photos of food you posted when you went out with your friends. The news didn't help Megan either; any paparazzi who had taken pictures of you in the last few months hadn't bothered to capture anything interesting. It was just you. You walking around as you always did.

Feeling that she was no longer present in your life left Megan's brain stunned, thinking about you 24/7, even though she refused to admit it to anyone. All the nights of sleep lost typing your name into Twitter and TikTok, all the YouTube interviews she watched you speak for a few seconds, just to give a shy smile at the end.

It was all precious. Because that was all Megan had.

It was the last piece of you.

And then, it happened.

The cloudy weather in New York made her want to have a coffee. She left the hotel alone, walking with headphones, a hoodie, sunglasses, and a cap that she was sure you had forgotten long ago at her place.

She didn't expect it, she didn't go out knowing, she didn't even see it coming.

But she heard the laughter. She heard the whispers, she heard your voice. And even though she desperately wanted to see you, she wished she hadn't looked in your direction.

You weren't the problem.

You were there, your hair a little shorter than she remembered. White teeth, slightly crooked, the way Megan had always found charming—Wabi Sabi. The sweater you were wearing was blue, and even the soft fabric couldn't hide your muscles.

It was too cold to wear just a sweater. Megan knew you weren't good with the cold—shivering in her arms every time she turned down the thermostat in her house just to tease you.

You weren't the problem.

Next to you, too close to be friendly, was another figure—a figure slightly familiar to Megan. Snowflakes fell and stained your winter jacket. The jacket Megan loved to see you wearing was now wrapped around another girl.

Megan could see her perfectly. Short hair—not as short as yours, but the kind of cut that was definitely meant to match—and brown. Eyes deeply filled with love looked at you the way she never allowed herself to look at you. The girl's hand held yours tenderly, the kind of care and attention Megan never allowed herself to give you either. The girl's smile made you smile, and you both seemed lost in a world of just the two of you.

A world Megan never allowed herself to step into.

She didn't even think, her feet moving faster than her brain could process. Megan was standing in front of your table. The two coffee mugs were forgotten there, and it seemed like you hadn't even taken a sip, too lost in the love that had consumed you.

“Megan?!” You were the first to notice the woman in front of you. Your voice snapped Megan out of the trance she had put herself in from the moment the door to her room closed behind you.

“Hi.” Her voice trembled, and Megan cursed internally.

You stood up, taking one last look at the girl beside you.

Megan knew that look. You used to give her that look. That same look of reassurance when some girl got too close to you when you were still together. That same look Megan despised.

The same look she desperately wanted back.

“I didn't know you were in New York.” You wiped your hands on your pants, clearly awkward. “Nice to see you.”

Megan nodded in agreement. Her gaze, however, drifted to the girl still sitting there. No reaction, just a look.

You hurried. “Oh, this is my girlfriend, by the way.” You grabbed the brunette girl's hand. Squeezing it three times.

I love you.

Megan missed that squeeze.

“Sophia, this is Megan. We used to be friends...” You said, once again awkward in the whole situation.

The way Megan looked at you two made you anxious, worried about your girlfriend. Even though you knew Megan had put an end to everything, you still had mutual friends, and whether you liked it or not, people talked.

You knew Megan had asked about you, you knew that things between her and Jonah hadn't worked out. You knew Megan had tried to find you at parties, and you knew that maybe she wanted to be a part of your life again.

But you remembered all too well the pain Megan had caused you. You were broken. You were in love. You were shattered.

You made that clear to Sophia. You met her when you were working on a movie together. You didn't usually participate in movies with a more youthful vibe. You were more into drama, horror. But you didn't regret joining the cast of Freakier Friday. You told Sophia everything, you let her choose. And she stayed. She picked up all your pieces, she let you get back on your feet, she helped you believe in love again.

She knew your history with Megan.

And your honesty made her fall even more in love with you.

Megan knew it too. She knew Freakier Friday was never the kind of production you used to get involved in. And she found it even stranger when she saw how close you two were in interviews.

She wore a blue sweater under your jacket.

You were annoyingly cute in your matching outfits.

Megan wanted to throw up.

“It's really nice to meet you, Megan.” Sophia was polite. She always was. “I love your music.”

She wasn't lying. Even though she hated how Megan destroyed you, Sophia would never be rude to the girl.

For you. Because she loves you.

Megan cleared her throat. “I loved the movie you guys made. It was really fun.”

You and Sophia exchanged loving glances, remembering how that project made you two find each other in the midst of all the chaos.

Megan's stomach churned.

“Well, it was good to see you, yn. And nice to meet you, Sophia.”

Megan didn't give her a chance, she just turned away, clutching her stomach as if all the breakfast she had eaten earlier was about to come back up.

She thought about everything, every moment, every laugh, every little thing. Everything she had lost.

She had lost everything.

She had lost you.

And even though it was wrong, all Megan could think about was a way to get you back.

Hey guys, look, I'm here again with another fic about Megan.

I just wrote this, since now that I've twisted my ankle, I have to rest. I'm bored AF, but at least I wrote something for you guys.

I've been craving a sad story for some time now, I think it's all because of my period. I watched Freakier Friday yesterday and cried compulsively, so I'm sure it has to do with me being very emotional.

Speaking of Freakier Friday... I'm afraid I've fallen in love with Sophia Hammons!!! She's absurdly beautiful! I had never really watched anything with her in it, so I fell in love as soon as I saw her. We're the same age! And I was impressed by the fact that I had never heard of her before.

Anyway, that's just me talking about my silly celebrity crush. Maybe I'll do a part two for that. You know, so Megan can get her girl back.

Drink water and stay safe, babys.