can you love me like you hate me? → megan skiendiel
synopsis: you hated spider-girl with burning passion. while you knew that she had some big defenders, you weren’t expecting your own girlfriend to be one.
song: go → adéla
a bit of angst | reader is a bit stupid | sex mentioned once | rushed ending | passing out
roo’s notes: i genuinely hate this so much possibly my worst fic ever; will probably rewrite this sometime but i wanted it out of the drafts
word count: 3.2k
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“just- forget about it,” megan laid down on the bed, something of an annoyed pout tugging at her lips.
“come onnn,” without wasting a minute, you also plopped down on your side of the bed, facing your girlfriend. “don’t tell me you’re upset over this.”
“upset isn’t a word i would use…” despite her words, she still seemed a little off.
“megs, i just said i don’t like this whole spider-girl, not that i hate your mother or something.”
“i told you to drop it, okay?” sensing the growing edge in her voice, you finally nodded your head with a soft sigh.
“whatever,” an awkward silence enveloped the room for a minute or two. you moved a bit closer to the girl, holding eye contact while your hand cupped her cheek. “you know, i was hoping we could maybe do something else..? that was why i invited you to my dorm.”
“…” megan looked at you unimpressed. “you wanna have sex now?”
you pouted softly at the way she swatted your hand away, placing it on her side instead, sneaking under the material of her shirt to touch her warm skin.
“are you not in the mood?”
“of course i’m not in the mood! we just had a fight, y/n, and the first thing you ask me is if i wanna fuck.”
“okay, so you are upset!”
“you know what,” megan suddenly turned away from you and pulled the covers up to her chin. “i have classes early tomorrow. i’m too tired for this shit.”
“wow. okay then.”
you weren’t sure why she was so upset. you were just talking and she mentioned spider-girl—apparently her favourite person now? you only said you didn't like the stupid flashy annoying hero, and she got so mad over it.
“… goodnight, megs.”
“…” the frown on your lips only deepened as megan didn’t reply. at least she wasn’t mad enough to go back to her own place.
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megan groaned quietly as she sat up in your bed. it was something around 6. because she slept at yours, her alarm didn’t go off. well, it probably went off, but back at her own apartment. she rubbed her eyes with her palms once, twice, before she decided it was time to get up. her first class actually started at 8:15, but she had stuff that needed to be taken care of before that.
just as megan tried to stand up from the bed, she felt a soft hand grasp her writs.
“don’t… go,” you muttered quietly, probably barely awake. your sleepy clinginess tugged at megan’s heart strings.
she didn’t like leaving things unresolved, even if the fight between you two was small. and truth be told, she knew she overreacted. you had no way of knowing anything.
“i’ll see you at lunch, okay baby?”
the tiny hum that you let out was enough to make her smile. gently, she picked your hand up and placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles.
megan doesn’t have much time to get ready. it took her maybe 10 minutes before she was finished, standing by your window, her backpack lazily hanging on one strap.
she glanced at you one last time. you were definitely deep asleep again. cute.
“a little air would be good,” she mumbled to herself as she opened your window. she was sure you’d appreciate it when you wake up. and with that, she climbed on the windowsill and jumped.
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you took down your hood as you walked through the doors of your faculty. the weather was bad compared to the morning, with heavy clouds covering the sky. it had been raining for the past two hours or so.
it was something after 12:20, your first class that day started at 1:30. the plan was to have lunch with megan before that. you made sure to come a bit early so you could pick your girlfriend up from her lecture. you two study in the same faculty, just different majors.
standing by the door of the lecture hall, you waved at the couple people from megan’s major you knew. then, the last person walked out and somehow, you spotted *no* megan.
“hey, lara, wait up!” the mentioned girl stopped in her tracks and glanced back before smiling, seeing you jog up to her.
“hiya, y/n. what’s up? have you seen megs?”
“hey… i wanted to ask you the same thing.” you notice lara tilt her head slightly at your response.
“she wasn’t here for the lecture and the morning labs. i thought she was with you?”
“no…” it’s hard not to be weirded out. a part of you is worried that maybe something happen? but it’s megan, she would text you, right? “i don’t know. i’ll call her. thanks though.”
“no problem, y/n. take care!” lara nodded her head politely before running off, presumably to her next class.
as she left, you pulled out your phone and picked megan’s contact.
it went straight to voicemail. that normally wouldn’t be weird, because she always turned dnd on when on the campus, but megan clearly wasn’t in class and your number was on her allowed people list.
maybe she just pressed the wrong button or something? yeah, that must’ve been that.
you opened her contact again and sent her a quick text.
y/nnie 🩷: hey babe, where are you?
megan’s reply came after a couple seconds.
megs ❤️🔥🫣: finishinh lecturee
megs ❤️🔥🫣: met in frong ?
your brows furrowed. finishing lecture? but you were standing by her very lecture room. and sure, megan was shit at spelling, but that looked worse than usual.
y/nnie 🩷: frong?
megs ❤️🔥🫣: fromy
megs ❤️🔥🫣: fromt
megs ❤️🔥🫣: front
y/nnie 🩷: ok
something was off. megan didn't lie… your megan never lied to you. trust and honesty are the fundaments of a healthy relationship.
you made your way to the main entrance to the faculty building. rain was still pouring outside. you walked down the stairs before megan suddenly walked through the door.
her hair was soaked from the rain and she looked a little out of breath.
“megs? your hair’s all wet. what happened?”
“i had a different lecture today in the other building, so i had to run here…” megan sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.
but if that were the case… why would lara and the rest of her group be there?
“oh,” for some reason, you decided not to pry her for now. your megan never lied so… maybe you were just misunderstanding this.
you two makde your way to to the sandwich spot in the faculty building and got some lunch. warm panini’s were always good for such terrible weather.
you say down on one of the couches in the corridors with all of your stuff being thrown on side and you two sitting side by side. you took one bite of your sandwich, chewing it before speaking up.
“so, how were your classes today?” you couldn’t let go of the weird feeling. why would megan have lectures in a different building suddenly? well, that had to be a lie—everyone else was there in the usual room.
“pretty good,” the chinese girl took a big bite and practically moaned at the taste. “gosh, i’m so hungry. and running here made me tired. the morning labs were boring honestly, but the lecture was okay.”
…
you couldn’t believe your own ears. your girlfriend, your megan, was lying to you. and she didn’t even flinch. didn’t look the slightest bit guilty.
was this the first time? if this was how she looked lying, how many times has she lied before?
“hey,” megan’s soft tone snapped uou out of your thoughts. “you good there? you zoned out a little.”
“ah, yes. yes, all good. i just remembered i have a french test tomorrow, and i don’t know what the study material is. i’m cooked.”
thankfully megan seemed to buy the excuse and went back to eating her sandwich. at the same time, your mind went back to spiralling.
was she somewhere else when she wasn’t with you? was that why your call went to voicemail? was there… someone else?
“i have to run, baby… i have a lab with miss fox now… you know how she is about being late,” megan stood up and leaned down a little, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “love you. text me after class!”
and she disappeared.
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it was a little after all of your classes finished. you were back in your apartment already, laying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling.
you were totally overthinking this. there was no way she was cheating just because she lied once. your mind must’ve been just jumping to conclusions.
you rolled on your side and picked up your phone. your wallpaper was a slightly blurry selfie of the two of you that megan took. your heart melted a little at the sight. your thumb hovered over megan’s contact.
y/nnie 🩷: hey, baby. dinner at mine again? we can order in and just chill in the evening
you didn’t have to wait long for a reply.
megs ❤️🔥🫣: sounds perf! i’ll be there quarter to 7? order fried rice pls
y/nnie 🩷: okie i’ll see you
megs ❤️🔥🫣: can’t wait baby 💞
yeah, you totally had to be overthinking it. there was no way that megan would ever cheat. you were just paranoid.
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megs ❤️🔥🫣: sorry i cant make it
your eyes scanned the text over and over a couple times. that was all? no explanation? no anything.
y/nnie 🩷: what.
megs ❤️🔥🫣: something csme up
your felt your hands tremble as you held the phone. that had to be a coincidence. megan wouldn’t ditch you like this.
y/nnie 🩷: what came up?
megs ❤️🔥🫣: i can’t really talk rghg now
y/nnie 🩷: oh
you threw your phone on the kitchen table. that was…. surreal? your girlfriend just ditched you like that? no ‘i love you, i’ll make it up to you’, no ‘i’ll try to make it but i know i’ll be a bit late’.
you turned the tv on, just so that there would be something playing in the background and you wouldn’t go crazy because of the voices.
“spider-girl is in action again! we are now—“ you turned it off quickly. not spidergirl. not when you were so pissed.
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a week passed. then another. megan’s behaviour was getting worse. she would disappear for long hours and act like nothing was off.
no matter how much you wanted to believe in megan’s loyalty, it really started to look bad. her excuses were getting worse too. if she would actually make it to your apartment (or hers if you agreed to meet up at hers), she’d often look disheveled or tired.
the dots were connecting, and you didn’t like it.
not to say you and megan didn’t hang out at all. you went on dates, just like before. just… least often. and megan seemed more distracted.
as if the universe was targeting you, people were talking about spider-girl more. crime rate spiked, and so did the hero’s interventions. you heard a rumour about her being scouted by the avengers, but that wasn’t really on the list of things that interested you.
now you were sitting in megan’s apartament, slouched next to her on the couch while you ate breakfast. she was, again, super late for your movie night the day before, so she promised to spend the whole weekend with you.
you were munching on some cereal while megan was flipping through the channels, a slightly burned grilled cheese in her other hand.
“there’s nothing interesting…” she pouted before the tv showed the morning news.
at that moment, it was showing a spider-girl intervention that apparently took place late friday evening. someone was commenting something about the event, but you rolled your eyes instead of paying attention.
“skip this, please.”
“can we just watch this once?” despite just asking, megan turned the volume up a little before putting away the tv remote.
“megan-“
“shh!” she shushed you, before gesturing to the tv. “don’t you think she’s at least a little cool? come on, i’d totally go for that.”
“okay,” maybe normally you’d at least chuckle, but given your current worry of your girlfriend potentially cheating on you, her comment only angered you further.
“oh, come on!”
“i’m not in the mood to argue about this shit, megan.”
“i just don’t understand why you don’t like her so much-“ megan was suddenly cut off by her phone ringing. there was no caller id. you honestly assumed she wouldn’t pick up, seeing as she didn’t have a habit of answering unknown calls.
and then she actually answered the phone.
“hi?” you watched your girlfriend furrow her brows before turning the tv off and standing up from the couch. “daniela? right now? which house?”
“what’s going on?” who’s daniela?
“shit,” megan finished the call quickly and jumped to the kitchen counter to grab her bag. “i have to go.”
“what.” you also stood up from the couch, following after the girl. she had to be kidding, right?
“no time to explain!”
“megan, what the fuck? who the fuck is dani-!”
“i love you!” probably avoiding confrontation, the chinese bolted out of the room, leaving you standing there alone and flabbergasted.
you watched the door close before your eyes started welling up with tears.
“fuck,” that was... you lifted your hand to wipe the couple of stray tears that slid down your cheeks. “daniela….?”
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you were done. done with megan, done with the lies. with everything. you loved her, you really did, but after that stunt, you weren’t sure if there was a chance of saving what you two had. her calling some girl and immediately leaving did nothing but fuel your suspicions.
you tried texting her that morning, but like before there was no response.
her street was the next one. you were just turning the corner when you heard a loud screech and-!
suddenly two strong arms wrapped around you and you collided with the brick wall. your vision turned a little blurry.
“fuck, fuck!” that voice seemed a little familiar? “get them, please!”
“… meg.. an?”
something warm trickled down the side of your face. your body slumped against something, but you miraculously didn’t fall to the floor. someone was still holding you up.
you could hear someone shouting, but your dizzy state wasn’t helping you comprehend much. just what was going on…
“hey, baby, look at me!” you furrowed your brows. baby? “here. y/n, come on.”
a red hand cupped your cheek. wait, no, that was a costume. red costume?
“we got them!” someone yelled a little further away.
“thank fuck!” your eyes studied the red material before you finally looked up.
was that spider-girl or did you really hit your head that hard?
“y/n!” the hero let out a deep sigh before hugging you. “don’t scare me like that!”
“what…?” you couldn’t understand anything. what was going on? why did she know your name?
“baby-“ spider-girl cut herself off. you were pretty sure her face fell under that mask.
“…” you lifted your hand to touch the side of your head. looking at your fingers you saw blood and the last thing you heard was someone calling your name before everything went black.
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when you woke up, it wasn’t on the street anymore. you were in a white room… hospital maybe? a soft hand was holding yours. as you tried to sit up, you groaned at the pain in your head.
“y/n!” megan’s loud voice made you wince. “sorry… gosh, you scared me. how do you feel?”
“… you’re spider-girl…”
it was megan’s turn to wince. she looked like a kicked puppy when you called her that.
“there’s no use in denying it, huh?” she used her free hand to push back some stray hairs thst were tickling her forehead. “yeah, i am. and you almost got yourself hurt because you somehow ran straight into our mission.”
“… you’re spider-girl.”
“yes. i already confirmed that.”
“the spider-girl i said a shit ton of times that i don’t like.”
“precisely.”
“hold up,” nothing was making sense anymore. “you… i thought you were cheating on me!”
“what-“
just then, a woman entered the room. she wore some kind of an uniform with a badge. ‘d. avanzini’. there was also an acronym engraved on the plate. s.h.i.e.l.d.
“skiendiel,” she greeted your girlfriend and have you a nod of acknowledgment. “good job. hydra should be off our asses for a while… i’ll ask sophia not to assign you missions for now. i think you mentioned you have some stuff to resolve…”
“thanks, daniela.” ‘daniela’ nodded her head again before she left the room.
“… that’s daniela?”
“mhm. a shield agent. i worked under her for this mission.”
“oh,” you weren’t sure what to make of everything. your girlfriend who you were convinced was cheating on you turned out to be the city’s beloved masked hero?
“i know you’re super pissed. you have every right to be. but i promise, i wasn’t cheating, okay?” megan squeezed your hand gently, making sure she had your attention. “this was my first real mission with the avengers and… it was a little more than i assumed. but you heard daniela, i’ll have a break. please, dont break up with me.”
“i won’t, but…” your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “i… is that why you always got so mad when i said i didn’t like spider-girl?”
“… yeah. why don’t you like her—me?”
“megs, i…” gosh, you felt so stupid. but then again, how could you know. all of this was surreal. “i just… i’ll tell you some other time, okay? now i’m… i guess i don’t dislike you. but i’m still super mad about this whole thing. you were a shitty girlfriend the past two weeks-“
“i know. i know, okay? i’ll work on it. i love you. please.”
“i told you i’m not gonna break up with you.”
“i know. i just wanted to hear you say it again.”
megan shuffled a little closer to you before leaning down, her head on your chest and hand still holding yours.
“we’ll talk later. i’ll explain everything and i’ll make sure you love me and spider-girl. yeah? just later. now let’s just rest. i love you so much.”
“… yeah. we’ll talk.”
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