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if ur taking requests I was wondering if u could do idol!megan and idol!reader slow burn and angst friends to lovers where they meet each other at the vmas or smth pretty pls 🥹 thank u in advance if u do this, no pressure if u don’t want to tho

In Every Green Room

pairing: megan skiendiel x idol!reader info: y/n and megan, idols from rival groups, keep meeting by accident at award shows and backstage events—what starts as tension and cautious friendship slowly turns into something neither of them can afford to name. warnings: slow burn, friends to lovers, backstage meetings, award show setting, angst, long distance,mutual pining, industry rivalry, fluff, happy ending note: sorry if this is trash, it's a little rushed and i also wrote this in the midst of terrible heat exhaustion.. but i hope you like it anyway anon!

Y/N checked herself in the mirror backstage, adjusting her dress with a steadying breath. Tonight wasn’t just about performing; it was about holding her ground in a rivalry that had become almost a fixture of her career. Megan—Idol Megan—was the name everyone whispered in awe and competition. The girl who’d shot to fame faster than anyone had expected, with that effortless confidence and a smirk that seemed to challenge the world—and her.

Despite the fierce competition, Y/N reminded herself that underneath all the bravado, they were still friends. Or at least, she liked to believe that. There was a complicated respect between them, born from months of watching each other rise, fall, and push forward in this cutthroat industry. They weren’t enemies, not really. Just two people fighting for the same spotlight, with unspoken feelings tangled in the process.

Y/N’s phone buzzed frantically in her hand. She ignored the social media storm brewing—most of it centered around Megan, of course. She knew the narratives would be spun, the headlines about their rivalry, but right now, her focus was on the moment. She had to be at her best. The VMAs had become a battleground of sorts—publicly competitive, privately complicated.

She made her way to the side of the stage, her heels clicking softly on the cold floor. Her eyes found Megan almost immediately—standing relaxed, leaning casually against a wall, scrolling through her phone with that signature smirk. The sight made Y/N’s stomach tighten, a mixture of annoyance and something softer—fondness, maybe?—that she refused to fully acknowledge.

Despite everything, they shared a bond—an understanding that the rivalry wasn’t personal. It was industry, fueled by ambition and pride. Still, the tension simmered beneath every glance, every snarky comment, every shared moment backstage.

Y/N took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay composed. She approached, voice light but edged with the competitive edge that had become second nature.

“Enjoying your victory lap?” she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Megan looked up, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Always. You know how I do.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Don’t get too comfortable. Tonight’s just getting started.”

Megan’s smile widened, but there was an unspoken challenge behind it—something that hinted their rivalry was more complicated than simple competition. Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent exchange of mutual respect, frustration, and something more elusive.

As the show kicked off, Y/N threw herself into her performance. The nerves sharpened her focus, but she kept her eyes on Megan every chance she got—watching her rival’s fierce stage presence, noting the effortless way she owned the spotlight. Megan’s set followed, and the two exchanged sharp, almost teasing glances from across the stage—an unspoken battle that wasn’t just about winning, but about proving who they truly were.

Backstage, after their performances, the atmosphere was thick with energy and unspoken words. Y/N was pulling her jacket on when she heard her name called. Megan was approaching, heels clicking against the floor.

“Hey,” Megan said casually, her tone relaxed but her gaze lingering a beat longer than necessary. “You did well out there.”

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. “Thanks. You too.”

Megan offered her that familiar smirk, stepping closer. “You know, for rivals, we’re not so bad with each other.”

Y/N’s stomach fluttered—part irritation, part something she couldn’t quite name. “Yeah. Maybe. But don’t forget who’s on top tonight.”

Megan chuckled softly, the kind of laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Despite the rivalry, there was respect—an understanding that neither of them truly wanted to destroy the other. Or at least, Y/N told herself that. The truth was, beneath the competitive veneer, she admired Megan’s talent and her confidence more than she cared to admit.

Later, as the awards ceremony unfolded, Megan was announced as the winner for Best Artist. Her smile was triumphant, but her eyes flickered toward Y/N with a brief flash of something unreadable—pride? Challenge? A mixture of both.

Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart tangled in conflicting emotions. She was proud of Megan, annoyed at her, and strangely drawn to the complex layers beneath her rival’s cool exterior. They had their differences, but there was an unspoken understanding—they were friends, even if the industry demanded they act like enemies.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N stepped outside onto the balcony, the cool night air a balm to her nerves. The city’s lights shimmered beneath her, cold and distant, but her mind was restless. The rivalry, the competition—it was exhausting. Yet, beneath it all, she felt something that refused to fade: an inexplicable pull toward Megan, a fragile hope that maybe, someday, they could be more than just rivals.

A voice broke her thoughts. “Hey.”

Y/N turned to see Megan leaning against the railing, her expression softer in the quiet night.

“Mind if I join you?” Megan asked, her tone casual but with a hint of vulnerability.

Y/N hesitated, then nodded, stepping aside. Silence stretched between them, filled only with the distant hum of the city. It was a comfortable silence—one of mutual understanding, even amidst the lingering tension of rivalry.

Finally, Megan broke the silence. “You know, I don’t think rivalry has to be all about tearing each other down. Maybe… it’s about pushing each other to be better.”

Y/N looked at her, surprised by the honesty. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Megan’s gaze softened. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to beat you, though.”

Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a strange warmth despite the lingering tension. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

They stood side by side, watching the city glow—a quiet acknowledgment of the complicated feelings between them. That night, beneath the stars and amidst the chaos, Y/N felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, beneath the rivalry, there was something worth fighting for—something worth waiting for.

The days after the VMAs felt like walking a tightrope—smiles masking the tension, casual conversations laced with unspoken words. Y/N found herself replaying the night over and over, each moment tinged with a strange mix of pride, frustration, and an undeniable pull toward Megan. Despite the outward appearances of rivalry, she couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath all the bravado, there was an unspoken understanding, a flicker of something more.

Megan had been no different. Their encounters remained sharp, teasing, and filled with subtle glances that lingered just a little longer than they should. It was as if the competition had become a game they both secretly enjoyed—an intricate dance of push and pull, of anger masked by admiration.

One afternoon, Y/N found herself backstage after a rehearsal. The space was quieter now, less hectic than the night of the VMAs. She was stretching her legs when she heard a voice behind her.

“Hey.”

Y/N turned to see Megan leaning casually against the doorframe, a slight smirk on her face. Her platinum hair caught the light, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Hey,” Y/N replied cautiously, trying to keep her tone even.

Megan pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer, her expression softening just a little. “Look, I know we’re supposed to hate each other on stage, but… I’ve been thinking. Maybe we’re wasting all this energy fighting when we could be doing something else entirely.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Megan looked around, lowering her voice. “I mean, I get it. The industry’s cutthroat, and we’re supposed to be rivals. But I don’t think we have to be enemies. Not really.”

Y/N’s stomach clenched. She’d been waiting for Megan to say something like this—something real, something honest. Still, her guard stayed up. “And what are you suggesting?”

Megan shrugged, a hint of vulnerability flickering in her eyes. “Maybe… we could stop pretending. Maybe we could just be friends. Or more. I don’t know. I just— I’m tired of this constant pressure to be against each other. It’s exhausting.”

Y/N looked away, her mind spinning. She had felt the same way—hadn’t she? The rivalry was a façade, a convenient way to mask her true feelings. Beneath it all, she cared. She cared more than she wanted to admit.

“I don’t know,” Y/N finally said, voice quiet. “It’s complicated. We’re supposed to be rivals.”

Megan stepped even closer, her voice low and earnest. “Maybe that’s exactly why we shouldn’t be. Maybe we’re supposed to be more than this—more than just competitors.”

Y/N swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could see the sincerity in Megan’s eyes—something fragile, something vulnerable. The teasing, sharp-tongued idol she’d known was giving way to someone real.

Before she could respond, a flash of nervousness crossed Megan’s face. “Look, I get it. I probably shouldn’t be saying any of this. But I guess I just… wanted you to know how I feel.”

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, her mind a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to reach out, to close the distance, to see if what Megan was offering was real. But another part hesitated—afraid of what it meant to cross that line.

Finally, she said softly, “Maybe… maybe we’re more alike than we think. Maybe all this rivalry is just a cover for something deeper.”

Megan’s lips twitched into a small, bittersweet smile. “Yeah. Maybe it is.”

They lingered in that silence—the unspoken tension thickening, yet somehow lighter at the same time. The barriers between them were beginning to crumble, revealing glimpses of a connection that had been there all along, buried beneath years of competition and pride.

Over the next few weeks, their interactions grew subtly more intimate. A shared joke during rehearsals, a lingering glance after a performance, a moment of genuine concern when one of them was visibly exhausted. They still played the part of rivals in front of the world, but behind closed doors, their conversations deepened, and the lines blurred.

One evening, after a long day of press and photo shoots, Y/N found herself alone in her dressing room. She was trying to focus on her phone, but her mind kept drifting back to Megan—her teasing smirk, her honest eyes, the way she looked at her when no one else was watching.

The door creaked open, and Megan stepped inside, looking more relaxed than she had in days.

“Hey,” Megan said softly.

Y/N looked up, surprised but not displeased. “Hey.”

There was a pause, thick with unspoken tension. Megan took a step closer, her voice quieter now. “I was thinking about what I said the other day. About us. About maybe being more than rivals.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered. “Yeah?”

Megan nodded, her expression earnest. “I don’t want to lose what we have—what we’ve started. I just… I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling her cheeks heat. “Me neither.”

Megan hesitated, then reached out, her hand brushing Y/N’s. “Maybe we’re stupid for waiting. For pretending this isn’t happening.”

Y/N’s fingers found Megan’s, squeezing gently. “Maybe we are. Or maybe we’re exactly what we need to be.”

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. The rivalry still existed, but now, beneath it all, something softer—something real—was taking root. Neither of them knew what the future held, but for the first time, they weren’t entirely afraid to find out.

The night stretched on, and as they stood quietly together, the world outside seemed to shift just a little, promising that maybe, just maybe, the best was yet to come.

The days blurred into one another after that night in the dressing room. Every glance, every shared smile seemed charged with unspoken promises. Y/N found herself stealing looks at Megan during rehearsals, her heart pounding whenever their eyes met. Meanwhile, Megan’s teasing smirk had softened into something more genuine, more vulnerable—like she was carefully peeling back layers she’d kept hidden for too long.

They still played their parts on stage—fierce rivals in front of the cameras, biting comments and sharp retorts that kept the industry’s eyes glued to their feud. But behind the scenes, the atmosphere was different. More tentative. More real.

One afternoon, Y/N was sitting in her dressing room, scrolling through her phone, when there was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in,” she called, expecting her manager or a stylist.

The door eased open, and Megan stepped inside. Her hair was slightly tousled, her expression more serious than usual.

“Hey,” Megan said softly, closing the door behind her.

Y/N looked up, her stomach tightening. “Hey.”

Megan hesitated before speaking again. “I’ve been thinking… about us. About everything.”

Y/N set her phone down, heart pounding. “Yeah?”

Megan took a step closer, her eyes searching. “I don’t want to keep pretending that we’re just rivals. I care about you—more than I should, probably.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Me too. I’ve felt it for a while now. This… thing between us. It’s been more than just competition.”

Megan’s lips twitched into a shy smile. “I’m scared, honestly. What if the industry doesn’t want us to be like this? What if… it all falls apart?”

Y/N reached out instinctively, taking Megan’s hand in hers. “Then we’ll face it together. Whatever happens, I don’t want to lose what we’re building—you and me.”

Megan squeezed her hand gently, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “I’m tired of pretending. Tired of fighting this feeling. But I’m also terrified of what it means to be honest.”

Y/N leaned in slightly, voice soft but firm. “Maybe it’s time we stop pretending.”

Their foreheads touched briefly, an intimate moment of raw honesty. That night, something shifted—an unspoken promise between them that, despite the chaos and the industry’s expectations, they would try to find their way forward, together.

Over the next few weeks, the rivalry lingered like a ghost, but beneath it was a new foundation—one built on honesty, respect, and fragile trust. They shared more moments—quiet conversations, stolen touches, lingering glances—each one a small step toward something more.

One evening, after a long day of interviews and photo shoots, Y/N found herself wandering outside the venue, seeking the cool night air. The city was alive, bright lights flickering in the darkness, but her mind was elsewhere—on Megan, on what they had shared, and on the fear that maybe they were rushing into something they couldn’t handle.

She didn’t expect to see Megan there, leaning against the railing, her face illuminated by the city glow.

“Hey,” Megan greeted softly.

Y/N hesitated but stepped closer, the cool air brushing against her skin. “Hey.”

They stood side by side in silence for a moment, watching the city pulse beneath them.

“I’ve been thinking,” Megan began quietly. “About us. About what this really means.”

Y/N looked at her, heart pounding. “Me too.”

Megan turned to face her, her expression serious but tender. “I know there’s still so much we don’t know—about ourselves, about each other. Maybe we’re rushing into this, or maybe… maybe we’re just afraid to admit how much we want it to work.”

Y/N reached out, her fingers brushing Megan’s hand. “Whatever happens, I want to try. I don’t want to lose what we’re starting. Not again.”

Megan’s smile was small but real. “Neither do I.”

They leaned into each other, the space between them shrinking, the unspoken words hanging in the air. It was a fragile moment—full of hope and uncertainty, love and fear intertwined.

But as they looked out over the city, they both knew one thing: this rivalry was no longer just about fame or industry politics. It was about something deeper—something real. And maybe, just maybe, they could navigate the shadows of their past to find a future together.

The following days felt like walking on thin ice. Every glance, every word carried weight—an unspoken acknowledgment that they were no longer just rivals, but something more fragile and precious. Their interactions became a delicate dance, balancing on the edge of honesty and fear.

Y/N found herself longing for Megan’s presence more than she expected. Each missed call, each accidental brush of hands sent a jolt through her, a reminder of how deeply she cared beneath the competition. Meanwhile, Megan seemed just as torn—her teasing smirk replaced with moments of softness, her eyes betraying her inner turmoil.

One evening, Y/N was backstage, sitting on a dressing room chair, trying to focus on her playlist. The familiar sound of heels approaching made her glance up. Megan entered, her face more serious than usual, a small nervous smile playing on her lips.

“Hey,” Megan said softly, closing the door behind her.

Y/N immediately felt her stomach tighten. “Hey.”

Megan hesitated, then took a step closer. “Can we talk? Really talk?”

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding. She gestured to the chair opposite her. “Of course.”

Megan sat, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. “I’ve been thinking—about what we’re doing. About everything.”

Y/N leaned forward. “Me too.”

There was a pause, thick with unspoken feelings. Megan looked down, then back up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to lose the friendship we’ve built. But I also can’t ignore what I feel anymore.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “I feel the same. It’s scary, though. This… thing between us. It’s uncharted territory.”

Megan reached out, her fingers brushing Y/N’s hand. “Maybe we’re just afraid to admit that we’re more alike than we thought. That our rivalry is just a mask for something deeper.”

Y/N squeezed her hand gently. “I don’t want to pretend anymore. I want to be honest with you. Even if it’s messy.”

Megan’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “It is messy. But I think it’s worth it.”

Y/N’s voice trembled slightly. “So, what now?”

Megan smiled softly, her gaze steady. “We take it slow. No rushing. Just… see where this goes. Together.”

Their fingers intertwined, a silent promise made in that quiet room. It was a fragile step forward—one filled with hope and uncertainty, but also a deepening trust.

The next few days were filled with stolen moments and tentative exchanges. They still maintained their rivalry for the cameras, the industry’s expectations, but behind the scenes, they were building something real—layer by layer.

One afternoon, after a rehearsal, Y/N found herself alone in the studio, practicing her vocals. She was lost in her own world when she felt a presence behind her.

“Hey,” Megan said softly.

Y/N turned, surprised to see her standing quietly nearby. “Hey.”

Megan looked hesitant but moved closer. “I just wanted to say… I’m glad we’re doing this. I don’t want to go back to pretending. Not anymore.”

Y/N nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “Same here. I think I’ve been waiting for us to be honest about this.”

Megan’s smile grew, but her eyes flickered with vulnerability. “It’s going to be hard—not everyone’s going to understand. The industry, the fans… they love the rivalry, even if it’s fake.”

Y/N took a step forward. “We can’t control that. All we can do is be true to ourselves.”

Megan reached out, cupping Y/N’s cheek gently. “Whatever happens, I want you to know—this isn’t just about the industry or the fame. It’s about us. And I’m willing to risk everything if it means I get to keep you.”

Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “Me too.”

That night, they met in a quiet corner of the venue, away from the flashing cameras and prying eyes. They shared a kiss—tentative, full of hope, tinged with fear of what their choices might bring. But in that moment, it was just the two of them, trying to hold onto each other amidst the chaos.

The rivalry still existed, a ghost haunting their every move, but now, beneath it all, something stronger was taking root. Something real.

And neither of them was willing to let go.

The days blurred into a mix of rehearsals, interviews, and stolen moments. Y/N and Megan were becoming experts at hiding their true feelings behind the veneer of rivalry—smirks, teasing remarks, and sharp exchanges that the outside world adored. But behind closed doors, their connection deepened, fragile yet undeniable.

It was late evening, the venue quiet after a long day of promotions. Y/N was sitting on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone, when she heard a soft knock at her door.

“Come in,” she called softly.

The door opened, and Megan appeared, her expression softer than usual, a hint of nervousness flickering in her eyes. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

“I’ve been thinking,” Megan started, voice low. “About everything.”

Y/N looked up, setting her phone aside. “Me too.”

Megan closed the door behind her and moved closer, her steps hesitant but determined. She took a deep breath before speaking. “I can’t keep pretending that this rivalry isn’t eating me up. I want to be honest—about us. About what I feel.”

Y/N’s heart pounded harder. Her voice caught in her throat. “Megan…”

Megan reached out, taking Y/N’s hands in hers. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’ve been so scared to admit it, even to myself. But I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Y/N looked into her eyes, searching for the right words. “It’s complicated. We’re still supposed to be rivals. The industry doesn’t exactly make room for this kind of thing.”

Megan’s grip tightened slightly. “I know. But I don’t care about that anymore. All I care about is you.”

A tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek before she could stop it. She felt overwhelmed—afraid, hopeful, and exhausted all at once. “I’ve been feeling the same. I’ve wanted to tell you so many times, but I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Or make things worse.”

Megan’s voice was trembling now. “Then let’s not ruin it. Let’s just… see where this goes. No promises. No pressure.”

Y/N nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Just… us.”

They sat in silence for a moment, hearts pounding in unison. Megan leaned in, their foreheads touching gently.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Megan admitted softly. “Be honest with you. Be close to you. Even if nothing else happens, I want you to know—this isn’t just a fleeting thing. It’s real.”

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Megan’s warmth. “Me too.”

The moment stretched, fragile but full of promise. The air between them crackled with unspoken feelings, fears, and hope. They pressed their foreheads together, breathing each other in.

That night, as they finally gave in to the pull they’d been fighting, Megan’s hand found Y/N’s, fingers lacing together. The boundaries between rivalry and something more had blurred, leaving only the truth of what they truly wanted—and the courage to face whatever came next.

The venue was quiet now, the crowd long gone, and the last of the lingering backstage energy settling into a peaceful silence. Y/N sat on the edge of her hotel bed, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at her phone. It was late—way past the time they usually text or call—but tonight felt different. Significant. Like everything that had been building was finally ready to come to the surface.

She took a deep breath, then carefully typed out a message.

Can we talk?

Seconds later, her phone buzzed. Megan’s name flashed on the screen, and her heart kicked up a notch.

Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.

Y/N’s lips curved into a nervous smile. She knew what she wanted to say, but the words felt heavy—so much unspoken, so many emotions bottled up. She tapped out her reply.

Meet me outside? In the garden?

A beat of silence, then a quick reply. I’ll be there.

Y/N set her phone down and hurried to the door, her heart pounding. The hotel’s garden was quiet, lit softly by string lights and the glow of the city beyond. She saw Megan waiting by the fountain, her silhouette outlined against the night sky. Megan looked up and met Y/N’s gaze, her expression gentle but filled with anticipation.

Y/N took a trembling breath. “Hey,” she whispered.

Megan stepped closer, her eyes searching. “Hey.”

They stood in front of each other, the air thick with everything they couldn’t quite say.

“I just… I’ve been thinking about everything,” Y/N started, voice shaky. “About us. About what we’ve been through. And I realized—it’s more than just rivalry or friendship. It’s something real. Something I don’t want to lose.”

Megan’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “Me too. I’ve felt it—the pull, the tension, the hope that maybe we could be more than just competitors.”

Y/N took a step closer, her hands nervously clasped in front of her. “Megan, I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. You’re everything I’ve wanted—more than I ever expected. And I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want to be with you. I want us to be more than just friends or rivals. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

There was a beat of silence—long enough to feel like an eternity—before Megan’s face broke into a soft, beautiful smile. She reached out, gently taking Y/N’s hands in her own.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” Megan whispered, voice trembling. “Yes. A thousand times, yes. I want to be your girlfriend.”

Y/N’s heart swelled, her eyes shining with tears of relief and happiness. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and gently cupped Megan’s face in her hands. Their foreheads touched again, this time with a deeper tenderness, a promise of what was to come.

“From now on,” Y/N whispered, “we’re in this together. No more hiding, no more pretending. Just us.”

Megan nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “Just us.”

With that, they shared a soft, lingering kiss—the kind that sealed everything they’d been feeling, everything they’d fought for. It was slow, filled with gentle hope and the promise of a future they’d both been dreaming of for so long.

As they pulled apart, Megan brushed a stray hair from Y/N’s face. “You’re everything I wanted,” she said softly. “And I promise, I’ll spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me.”

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling the weight of years of rivalry, doubt, and longing melt away. “Me too. And I can’t wait to see what our future holds.”

The night around them seemed to shimmer brighter, brighter than ever, as they finally embraced the truth that had been waiting patiently beneath the surface all along.

Together, they stepped into the new chapter—one of love, honesty, and unbreakable connection. No more shadows, no more doubts. Just two souls who found their way to each other, and in doing so, discovered that sometimes, the greatest victories are the ones you never saw coming.

And in that moment, in the quiet glow of the garden, Y/N knew—this was only the beginning.

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