better together .ᐟ
pairing .ᐟ megan x producer!reader
syn. .ᐟ you were called in by megan skiendiel herself to collaborate on one of her songs for her debut solo ep. who knew two artists could work so well together?
warnings .ᐟ fluff, 1,3k+ words, producing, idol!megan, producer!reader, transmasc!reader(using they/them pronouns), yearning, nervous wreck!r, r is implied to be 18, megan is 19, mentions of dates, cussing.
♫ .ᐟ cinnamon girl by lana del ray, natural by sabrina claudio.
when you met megan, she became the sun to your moon.
you were well-known for a young artist, your status in the trans community and the music industry powerful. people loved your music, and your representation as a trans artist.
she’d called you around 7pm, your phone ringing with an unknown number. usually you wouldn’t answer, but something about this number made you pick up the phone.
“is this y/n l/n?”
you recognized megan’s voice in an instant, nerves spiking. why would THE megan skiendiel be calling you?
“y-yes, this is them.”
you responded with a quiver in your voice, your hands becoming clammy as you waited for her response.
“well, hi! i’m megan, as you know, and i’m making my first solo ep. i was wondering if you wanted to come into my studio tomorrow and do a collaboration with me?”
you froze at the request. megan wanted to work with you? for her DEBUT EP? this was great, for you and for her (ignoring the fact you’d had a crush on her since you found out about her)! you fumbled around with your words, getting a laugh out of the older girl.
“take your time, babes. you can say no if you don’t-”
“n-no! i want to! shit, i mean….” you trailed off, embarrassment flooding over you. you took a deep breath before continuing.
“i mean, i want to collaborate with you. what time should i arrive?”
“um…if you could get there some time after noon that’d be great; i have a hair appointment.”
you wrote the address and time down, placing your notepad back down.
“well, i’ll see you then!” you said, your voice an octave higher because of your distress. megan sighed through the phone, her final words sending goosebumps down your spine.
“see you tomorrow, y/n. i’m excited to work with you.”
megan hung up the phone, your own cell beeping as the screen shut off. you laid flat on your bed, face planting into your pillow. fuck, how were you supposed to sleep now?
…
the next day at around 12 you got in your car, making your way to spring records. brent faiyaz filled your car as you rode with one of your best friends and fellow producers, daniela. the two of you were talking about getting to meet megan.
“i mean you’ve liked her for a while now, yeah?”
daniela said, a bag of chocolate strawberries in her lap. she handed one to you as she continued speaking.
“this is probably a million girl’s dreams, to get to meet megan. so don’t stress, mi amiga. just be your calm, creative self.”
your friend’s reassurance lifted some nerves off of you, your jaw working as you chewed another strawberry. you nodded at her words, your driver informing you that you were close to the studio.
shake out the nerves, l/n! you thought to yourself, shaking your limbs for a brief period of time before settling down once again. daniela squeezed your hand, looking at you in that way that said ‘i’m here if you need me.’.
once you parked in the parking lot your driver opened the door for you and daniela, the two of you walking in together. two security guards stood on either side of you, aware of the amount of paparazzi in this area of town. they held the doors open to spring studios, the lobby smelling of floral and lavender scents.
your eyes scanned the building, several golden and silver records hanging on the walls along with different artists’ photos. you swallowed harshly, following daniela as the front desk lady guided you to megan’s recording studio.
“remember - be calm, be yourself, y/n. don’t let your crush get in the way, alright?”
daniela reassured you one more time before entering the studio. you heart sped up several measures, and when the door opened, there she stood.
megan skiendiel herself, ginger hair fresh and glistening as she sat in the recording booth. her yellow sweatshirt practically glowed in the bright lights, her eyes closed as she record another solo segment of the song.
when she finished her piece megan removed her headphones, placing them on the stool before looking up; and making eye contact with you.
your breath hitched, her boba eyes wide and wondering. a soft smile appeared on her face as she exited the booth.
“you must be y/n, yes?”
she said, holding her hand out to greet you. you stared at it, a red tint creeping up your neck.
“i’d give you a hug, but i don’t really know if you’re comfortable with that…”
she trailed off, the silence laughable. you stumbled around your word before settling on an answer.
“i-i’m fine with a hug!” you said. megan giggled softly before hugging you. you gasped, arms wrapping around her waist.
“….hi.” you said quietly.
“hi. ready to get started?”
she pulled back, gesturing to the recording booth. you nodded, missing her warmth already. the two of you made your ways to the keyboard, your lyrics folded in a piece of paper in your jean pocket. you pulled the paper out, handing it to megan.
she took it tenderly, reading the lines with care. her lips parted at one particular line, your creativity amazing in her eyes. she looked up at you, her eyes shining.
“these are…perfect, y/n. they fit the concept of the song so well, don’t get me started on the beats you have on here.”
you blushed lightly at her compliment, daniela watching from afar. she could tell megan had an interest in you, and added something that you greatly appreciated.
“meg, you should hear their ad-libs and harmonies. they sound so blended!”
the chinese girl turned her attention to daniela, then back to you. her head tilted with curiosity, opening the door to the recording booth.
“let’s put those skills to the set, yeah?”
…
“alright, and we’re done!”
three hours went by, and the song was done. daniela had left early to go teach her choreography class, leaving just you and megan.
you had lots of fun producing with megan; she was so uplifting, always hyping you up or reassuring you if your voice cracked or you missed a cue. her bright eyes made you smile idiotically, and several times you caught yourself admiring her. you shook your head, focusing your attention on your shoes.
you thought there’d no way the megan skiendiel would be interested in you after this collab. she probably had a date with a gorgeous girl after, who would charm her and steal her heart. and though it seemed selfish, you wanted to be the one to charm her.
daniela’s words slipped back into your mind, confusing your brain. ‘be calm, be yourself, y/n.’. right. chill, take a deep breath. maybe after this she didn’t have a date. maybe she would wanna hang out with you after. you turned your attention back to megan, who was unplugging her keyboard equipment.
“hey, megan? i-i had a question for you..” you asked nervously, hands fidgeting with your shirt sleeve. megan placed the equipment in their respectable bags, facing you. her head was tilted, hair down and flowy.
“sure, talk to me.” she said softly, her eyes beautiful and listening. you cheeks went red for no reason; fuck, she had a tight grip on you. loser, you thought.
“w-well, i know we kinda just met, and that you probably can’t do this, but….w-would you wanna go on a date? with me?”
you said it kinda jumbled up in a way, hands even more fidgety than before. megan could only smile, walking to you slowly. you gasped at how close she was, foot tapping the floor.
megan pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, leaning back down as she gazed at you. “pick me up at 7:30…baby.”
the chinese girl grabbed her bag before leaving, looking back at your dazed state with an even more dazed smile on her face.
you touched your cheek in disbelief, a smile appearing on your face. you immediately grabbing your things before bolting to your car. 7:30 was five hours away, so you had plenty of time to plan this out.
and the thing that made this all perfect? megan preferred to go out alone, see the city by herself; but meeting you made her realize that it’d be better if you did it together.
a/n: this is for all my trans followers and moots. i love you all very much, and will always support you <3
