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'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream - Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift x fem!reader

Taylor was tired of dating good-for-nothing men who did nothing but let her down time and time again. How fortunate that you weren’t a man. And who was she to turn down her next mistake when you had barged unannounced into her crazy world?

Warnings: kissing.

A/N: based on this idea.

You were in your car on the way to Taylor Swift’s house. The Taylor Swift. You could hardly believe it. Even though you were already a celebrity in the fashion world, attending one of Taylor’s parties felt like you were on your way to meet royalty. Just a few hours earlier, you had been working at the offices of Victoria's Secret when the models — several of them your friends and also friends of Taylor’s — decided to drag you to the event. And honestly, you couldn’t say no.

Two enormous black iron gates opened to let your car through, revealing a majestic white mansion built in a classical style. Around it stretched vast green gardens decorated with crystal-clear fountains and Greco-Roman statues.

You had heard so many things about Taylor Swift: that she was a crazy manipulative eccentric, obsessed with men and fond of using them, that she was a heartbreaker, and so on. But after years of working in that industry, you never believed anything the press or the public said. You never formed an opinion about someone until you met them yourself.

Still, if there was one thing you were certain about when it came to Taylor, it was that she was incredibly talented, intelligent, and beautiful. Besides, you had always had a little crush on her.

When you entered the mansion, it was packed with people. You recognized several faces and greeted a few friends and colleagues. The place was gorgeous, filled with luxurious décor, though the neon lights illuminating the space made it hard to fully admire it. You moved slowly through the crowd until you finally spotted her on the second floor, near the staircase, observing everything as though she were a queen and everyone else mere peasants.

Taylor wore a black lace dress that hugged her figure, diamond earrings that sparkled like tiny stars, and sharp makeup: her signature red lips paired with blue eyeshadow that made her beautiful irises stand out. A mischievous smile adorned her face.

God, she looked like a vampire.

Honestly, you wouldn’t have minded if she actually were one and decided to lure you in before—

Get it together, dumbass.

You decided to slip away before anyone noticed the way you were staring at her and you embarrassed yourself even more.

The party flowed effortlessly. Taylor definitely knew how to entertain people.

After a few hours, though, the atmosphere began to overwhelm you. Don’t get me wrong — you loved partying, but it wasn’t exactly your number one plan after a long day of work. The moment you found an opportunity, you slipped out into the garden.

If it was beautiful during the day, at night it was breathtaking, with dozens of lanterns glowing softly and bathing the plants in a golden halo.

You wandered aimlessly, lost in thought, when you heard a bark behind you. Then two more… very close.

Your body froze.

You slowly turned around and found yourself face to face with three Doberman Pinschers staring at you while growling. Taylor's guard dogs. A chill ran down your spine. Your gaze turned to their jaws, full of sharp teeth that you were sure could tear you apart.

Carefully, you began backing away while they continued growling without taking their eyes off you. And the second you managed to put some distance between you, you bolted in the opposite direction.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Huge mistake, because the dogs immediately started chasing you through the garden. You knew running only made things worse, but your fear was stronger than any rational thought.

You ran toward the mansion as fast as you could. At one point, you turned your head to see how close they were and ended up crashing into someone without noticing.

Your first instinct was to hide behind the person, clinging to their waist as if your life depended on it. You could still hear the dogs barking.

“Go away!” the woman you were clinging to commanded in a firm voice, making the dogs stop abruptly before turning around and disappearing into the bushes.

The woman turned toward you, revealing who she was, and you went completely speechless, forgetting your fear instantly.

Taylor. Taylor Alison Swift had just saved your life.

Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic.

Taylor placed a finger beneath your chin, lifting your face so she could look into your eyes.

“It’s okay, they won’t hurt you… unless I tell them,” she said in a soft, deep voice while gently caressing your cheek.

You swallowed hard and tightened your grip on her dress.

“I don’t like dogs… they terrify me,” you whispered shakily. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest from how fast it was beating. You didn’t know if it was from fear, from sprinting like your life depended on it, or from how close Taylor was.

“I can tell. You’re literally shaking, little dove,” Taylor murmured, sliding her free hand to your waist and pulling you even closer.

You hadn’t realized how much you were trembling until she pointed it out.

You were so close that you could smell her perfume — elegant, spicy, intoxicating. So close that you could make out the tiny golden flecks surrounding her pupils, barely visible within that endless ocean blue of her irises.

You felt so overwhelmed that you decided to wrap your arms tightly around her, burying your face in her neck.

And instead of pulling away, Taylor wrapped both arms around you and softly rubbed your back.

“It’s okay. You’re safe with me,” she whispered near your ear, her warm breath making your skin tingle.

If you hadn’t been so distracted, you might have noticed the possessive tone in her voice and the way her hold on you tightened just a little more.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed in that position before you finally decided to pull away from her.

“I… umm… t-thank you for helping me,” you said without looking her in the eye, far too embarrassed by the entire situation. You decided to leave before she could even respond.

“Hey, hey, not so fast, sweetheart,” Taylor said, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you back toward her.

You looked at her expectantly.

“You still haven’t told me your name,” Taylor murmured as she slowly stepped closer, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

You instinctively started backing away to put some distance between you, but she kept advancing.

“Or how you ended up at my party, because I’m pretty sure I never invited you.”

Your back hit one of the mansion walls, and Taylor trapped you there, placing both arms on either side of your head. She towered over you, looking incredibly intimidating.

Now she really did look like a vampire. The image of her sinking her fangs into your neck flashed through your mind.

OMG, you were completely out of your mind.

In the darkness of the night, the garden lights cast a strange glow over her eyes and lips, and you couldn’t stop staring at them for several long seconds before finally meeting her gaze again.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” she asked with a crooked, arrogant smile as she leaned dangerously close to your face.

You, still overwhelmed by adrenaline and alcohol, did the unimaginable.

You tilted your head and captured her lips with yours, drawing a small sound of surprise from Taylor. But she recovered quickly and kissed you back fiercely, stealing the breath from your lungs.

Before you completely ran out of air, you gently pushed her away and took off running without looking back.

Call it cowardice if you want, but you were definitely not in the right state of mind to deal with the enormous stupidity you had just committed.

A/N: Pt. 2?

taglist: @miagamegirl @illicitloves @branndes @spencerreidsslut @jung-sun

[spiderb00]

For all the Taylor fans on this profile. My babe just made art!

[spiderb00]

Ahhh i wanna see that movie really bad, but ive been hearing mixed signals about it. Im glad you are doing okay. Im doing fine myself

To be honest, I liked it a lot. I mean, to me it's a really insane (in a good way) way of saying how men feel entitled to control women.

And Inde is wonderful (in her acting and her beauty)

[hithewalls]

INDE NAVARRETTE obsession (2026)

[spiderb00]

ciao ciao, how are you

Hi, babe! I'm great, how are you? tell me.

Actually, I'm obsessed with Inde Navarrete!!! She was SO good in "Obsession", omfg, she was outstanding!!! I can see a new Scream Queen coming to life!

Anyway, nothing much has been happening, but life in general is going really well. I hope you're doing good!

[spiderb00]

- TEARS (STILL) RUNNING DOWN..., M.B

"Manon had already figured out what attracted her most to you. But when something new comes up over the following months, she needs to show you once again the power you have over her."

warnings - smut +18, sexbian lex ;), face sitting, scissoring. reader is described as a little beefy, iykyk

part 1 | part 2

now playing - Best Guess, by Lucy Dacus

"Tracing your tan lines, making you mine. If this dosen't work out, i'd lose my mind."

It had been a stressful day; everything seemed designed to get on Manon’s nerves. Every little thing felt like a bundle of nerves about to collapse even further on top of her. The stress of going to meetings and events alone was consuming her in a practically invisible way, and even though Manon knew there was nothing she could do about it, she still had that extremely uncomfortable feeling in the back of her head telling her to take her frustrations out on something.

When the key turned in the lock, it was eleven o’clock at night. All Manon wanted was to take a shower, eat something, and throw herself into your arms. It was quite funny, to Manon, that your arms were a safe haven for her, and not just metaphorically or sentimentally. She had already completely melted after realizing that you were perfectly functional, but one of the things that was driving her crazy lately was that you had also discovered you could be functional at the gym.

About seven months ago, you started dedicating more time to the gym and cardio workouts. You mumbled something about how things were getting too heavy to carry—which Manon thought was a complete lie, since she’d always seen you carry wooden beams as if they were nothing—and she just let you talk while admiring every detail about you.

The point is, now, you didn’t just look incredibly attractive because you were emotionally and physically functional, but you were also becoming a goddess because of your muscles. And that was exactly what left your girlfriend frozen in the doorway when she walked into the house you shared.

The sight wasn’t anything new. At eleven o’clock at night, you were slightly bent over, a screwdriver in hand as you installed a new shelf—one that Manon had asked for to hold books that were getting too scattered around the room—in the living room, just above the TV stand. The whole scene, however, was what made your girlfriend melt.

The muscles in your arms were clearly visible, slightly strained by a basic black T-shirt you wore to sleep—and she swore she wanted to bite the outline of your triceps. Your slightly bent posture made the muscles of your thighs appear on your skin, and the checkered boxer briefs you were wearing were too small—now that the muscles had simply appeared there—to contain the display of natural sensuality that Manon was witnessing.

It didn’t take long for you to notice her at the door, standing there as if she were unsure whether she should come in or not.

“Baby! Hey, you’re back.” You dropped the tool as if it were nothing, practically running to Manon at the front door.

She got slightly turned on every time you did that. Running to her made her feel like she was the most important thing in your life, the person for whom you’d drop everything you were doing if she simply said your name.

And it was true.

Your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in for a quick welcome kiss. She melted into you. Her hands on your shoulders, feeling the muscles firm enough to throw her across the room if you wanted to. Your hands were big compared to her waist, but your lips were soft and sweet, which made her feel like she was on cloud nine every time.

“I was waiting for you for dinner, and then I decided to put up your shelf since you were taking a while.” You had a smile on your face when you pulled away from her. But the look on Manon’s face was a mix of desire and passion.

"You ordered food for dinner?” Her voice was as soft as the sea breeze and as sweet as honey. Her hands gripped your shoulders, with a kind of clumsy massage you’d learned to love.

“I cooked.” You smiled.

And that was all it took.

Manon fainted for a moment, just that slight drop in blood pressure that no one knows when it’s going to happen, but always catches us off guard. She closed her eyes gently and brought one hand to her forehead, losing the worried expression on your face—but she surely felt the way your hands gripped her waist, trying to steady her on the floor.

“Meret! My love, are you okay?” You walked carefully over to the sofa, letting your girlfriend lean on you.

Imagine the scene—I mean, anyone would be worried. Your girlfriend had suffered a sudden drop in blood pressure, she might be feeling sick, and she was partially limp in your arms, leaving her body almost entirely at your mercy. She might be exhausted, she might have been working too hard; you should have noticed the moment she walked through the door.

“I’m fine,” she managed to say, her hand still lightly covering her eyes as she massaged her temples.

“Babe, you don’t look fine.” You tried to look into her eyes, hoping to get a clue as to what you could do. “Do you need some water? Maybe some tea? Oh my God, are you dehydrated?”

You jumped up from the couch.

“I’ll get you some water...”

You didn’t get a chance to go far. Manon’s hand grabbed yours before you even realized it. Suddenly, she didn’t seem so fragile anymore; her eyes were visible, and you could see a hungry look in them. You might not have known exactly what it meant, but you were absolutely certain that something had affected your girlfriend.

“I don’t need water.” Her voice was slightly hoarse, more drawn-out, you noticed.

For the Manon of the past, that might even have been seen as shameful. Getting totally turned on and desperate just because her partner made dinner? Pathetic. But it wasn’t just that. It was never just that for her. The way you always took care of everything, the way you always cared about her, the way you did anything—at this point in your relationship—affected her in a deliciously peculiar way.

“I need you.” The words came out of her mouth without a shred of shame, and you gulped quickly.

“What?” Your voice came out like a thin thread, one that would snap if stretched any further.

“That’s right. Or do you think you can go around doing all those extremely sexy things and pretend nothing happened?” You laughed, furrowing your brow slightly when you saw your girlfriend wasn’t laughing with you.

Now, you knew Manon had a thing for watching you work—you two had already talked about it—and it had kind of become clear after all the times she’d dragged you to bed whenever she saw you fixing the tiniest thing in your house. But with how much stress your girlfriend had been under lately, you thought the last thing on her mind would be sex.

“But I was just putting the shelf back in place,” you said softly, watching your girlfriend slowly get up from the couch.

Even though you were taller, Manon had the perfect way of making you feel small when she wanted to, and you realized that maybe this was the moment.

“And you were such a good girl putting it back in place for me, babe.” Her voice was velvety, like the most expensive velvet you could imagine.

Her hands moved up to tousle your hair, combing it back with her fingertips, before letting them slide down your face, from your temples to your cheeks, then down your jawline to your neck.

“But now I want you to do something else for me, okay?!”

As if hypnotized, you just nodded, your mouth slightly open as you felt the curly-haired woman in front of you guide you back to the couch.

“I want you to be my little relief.” Her hands went to the hem of your shirt, sliding the fabric down your back until it lay on the living room rug.

The cold hit your bare chest, and Manon sighed in victory and pleasure at the sight of your exposed breasts. The muscles of your shoulders traced a perfect line down to your breasts, where your chest muscles took over. Your hard, firm nipples looked so beautiful to your girlfriend that she made a mental note to give them the attention they deserved later—maybe at bedtime. Your abs are firm and flat, just the way Manon has always loved it.

“Damn, I fucking love you, you know that?!” She moved gently toward you—the two of you falling onto the couch as if you belonged there. Her hands went to the back of your neck while her lips attacked yours.

Your hands worked quickly to pull off her shirt and unhook the bra she was wearing right after, her legs found their place on either side of your body, and her weight on top of you made you moan into the kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, just so your mouth could find her nipple. Manon’s moan was like music to your ears, and you let her do whatever she wanted with you in the meantime. Her hands tugged at your hair, and every now and then her nails scratched your scalp. As you attacked her other nipple, your eyes drifted upward, only to be met with the erotic sight of your girlfriend sighing, opening her mouth just so she could be so ecstatic that no sound could escape.

With a little more strength, Manon pulled your hair again, trying to pull you away from her breasts. Her lips were on yours right after that. Teeth clacking, tongues tangling, all while your hands roamed each other’s bodies.

“Meret, take this off, please!” Your voice was slightly desperate, and Manon smiled as she watched you try to unbutton her jeans.

“Do you want me to take it off, babe?” You nodded in agreement so quickly that she swore you were going to snap your neck. “Beg.”

“Please! Please, Manon, I want you.” Your eyes had a desperate gleam, the gleam she’d always loved to bring out.

Pushing your chest away, she stood up quickly, while you sank even deeper into the sofa cushions. Your eyes were glazed over, taking in the show she was putting on just to take off her pants. The panties she was wearing matched the bra you’d taken off earlier, and you swear you almost fainted with pleasure when she pulled off the last piece and tossed it your way.

“Your turn, babe.” With a nod, she pointed to your plaid boxers, a smug smile on her face as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other—already impatient with your slight delay.

Even though your hands had fumbled slightly with the fabric, Manon’s smile widened when the garment finally came off you. The muscles of your legs were finally completely free for her to look at as much as she wanted, and as she admired them, she couldn’t help but notice how much you were rubbing your thighs—a futile attempt to relieve whatever you were feeling right now.

“Meret… please, babe.” You begged once more, your voice so low and soft that Manon felt like laughing. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Letting a little laugh escape through her nose, she began to approach, her legs parading with grace and sensuality until she was right in front of you. One of her hands lifted your chin when she realized you were staring at her body, and all she did was lift your gaze as she climbed onto your lap as if she’d already memorized every movement—she had.

“Are you going to be good to me, my love?” she asked softly, as if she didn’t know you’d do anything for her.

“Of course, babe. I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” She smiled, and you almost melted.

Pushing your chest down onto the couch, she made you lie down comfortably. Her hips began to move slowly on top of you, and you could feel her wetness soaking your lap. Her hands caressed your breasts, giving them light squeezes with her palms, while occasionally pinching your nipples between her fingers.

The moans that escaped your mouth were practically pornographic, and your hands reached for her hips as if they were the steering wheel of a car—a runaway car about to crash into something if it wasn’t controlled.

She was about to crash into your sanity.

“I want to sit on your face.” The words were direct, just as Manon always was.

You didn’t even let yourself be startled, agreeing wholeheartedly as you tried to lift her with your muscles, eager to position her where she really wanted to be. Manon laughed the moment she felt her hips being lifted by you. She was definitely happy, and even more turned on that you were using your new muscles to toss her around.

“Calm down, babe. You’re going to have me.” She laughed softly, stroking your hair as her hips fell onto your chest—way above where she had been before.

“Damn. Please, Manon. I need you now!” You were already losing your patience, and even though your girlfriend didn’t have much of it left either, she still managed to enjoy seeing just how desperate you were for her.

“All right, just remember you’re not in charge here!” Her statement had barely registered in your ears before she lifted her hips and positioned them over your face.

Your mouth took her in the most wonderful way possible, and the moan she let out was like a cry of gratitude for your warm welcome. Her hands grabbed yours—which were positioned on her thighs—while her thumbs traced every vein that stood out there. You worked tirelessly to give pleasure to the woman on top of you; you knew you would also experience immense ecstasy with every pleasure you gave Manon, so shortness of breath—not by a long shot—seemed like a problem you would have to face.

“Damn, babe. Just like that.” Her hands slid up your arm, tracing your triceps, biceps, and shoulders until they finally reached your hair—where she’d actually have something to grab onto.

You mumbled something I couldn’t make out, since your mouth was now full of your girlfriend. But Manon figured it was something good, because the way you squeezed her thighs made her hands tremble.

“Touch me, babe. I love it when you do that!” One of her hands let go of your hair, just to guide your right hand toward her clit.

You knew what to do instantly, giving her double the pleasure as your fingers began to stimulate her pleasure spot. Manon’s head fell back, and you let out a soft gasp of pain as your hair was pulled harder. Her thighs began to tremble around your head, and her moans quickly turned into small, shrill screams. When you felt her bittersweet liquid run down your tongue, you licked up everything she gave you, while her hands tried to push your head away from between her legs because of the overstimulation.

Manon ended up falling onto your chest again. Her breathing was ragged as her hands tried to brace themselves on either side of your head—against the back of the sofa. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and you had to exercise all the self-control in the world not to grab her again. She was a goddess, the most beautiful you had ever seen, right there in front of you, resting after reaching the peak of pleasure.

Her curls fell over her shoulders like waterfalls, the ends reaching halfway down her back with impressive ease. Her waist was as slender as a guitar’s, and her thighs wrapped around you made your body want to stay nestled in that warmth forever. Her eyes were shining, and she slid further into your lap while pulling you up by the back of your neck.

You just let yourself go. Because there was nowhere you wanted to be more than with Manon.

When the two of you were sitting on the couch, her hands pulled your face toward her. A tender, desire-filled kiss was the only thing you could feel at that moment. The sensation of her lips on yours, the sweetness that only she could possess, and the tingling sensation in your fingertips that you felt when she guided your hands to her butt.

When she broke the kiss first, she pressed her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes while hers were brimming with tears of pleasure. You just admired her, waiting for her to give the next command so you could happily follow it.

“I love you.” You let it slip. Not because you were bothered by the sudden silence, but because you felt you needed to tell her that all the time.

Manon’s smile widened, and your eyebrows furrowed when her hands pushed your chest again, making you lie down for the second time.

“Baby, what...” The words died on your lips as she positioned herself on top of you—her legs intertwining with yours.

Settling between your legs, moans escaped both of your mouths as Manon pressed her intimacy against yours. Mouths open in desperate moans, every movement now felt utterly thrilling; you were both incredibly sensitive, and you both knew you’d never felt this connected before.

“I love you.” Her words came out like a prayer; the trembling smile on her lips spoke louder than anything you could hear. “Damn, babe. Will you make love to me?”

You nodded quickly, lifting yourself slightly on your elbows just so you could grab her by the back of her neck and pull her in for another kiss. The sensation was wonderful, majestic, magnificent—as if all the blessings of heaven were descending upon you.

When Manon pressed her hips against yours, you had to pull your mouth away from hers, just so a moan could escape from the back of your throat. Her hands were braced against you—one on your chest and the other on your thigh, holding you where she wanted you—so she could have more control over the situation.

Throwing your head back, you let your mouth fall open in ecstasy. Every little movement seemed to send a thousand sensations through your nervous system. Your two bodies danced together in perfect sync, as if giving each other pleasure were the most poetic thing you two could do in your lives.

“Honey, I won’t last much longer if we keep this up.” You moaned, your voice barely a whisper.

Manon didn’t slow down her movements.

She didn’t even think about it.

“It’s okay, babe. I want you to come with me. I won’t last much longer either.” Her fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, scratching where she had previously caressed.

Your muscles tensed as if they were about to snap, and Manon loved having that view of you from above. Grabbing her waist, you guided her to your rhythm. A little faster, yet still too slow to be considered wild.

It was your rhythm.

When you moved in sync with her, Manon moaned loudly, and you rolled your eyes. Her legs trembled like never before, and your arms went limp against her waist. The heavy breathing, the harmonious sounds of the two of you together, the passion and lust that filled the house, seemed to create a mist that was incredibly comforting and familiar to you both.

Because it really was familiar.

It was just the two of you.

The two of you as one.

When the climax began to subside, and your spirits began to calm, all Manon could do was let her body fall onto yours. The two of you looked like a Renaissance painting, standing there as if everything around you were art. Because deep down, it was.

Your love was the purest art ever created.

“Did I tell you I love you today?” She huffed, and you looked at her with playful eyes.

“I don’t think so,” she replied.

A laugh escaped your lips. The silent apartment now felt like a fortress protecting the two of you from everything out there. Those things that can’t pierce your love.

“Well, how about I run a bath for the two of us...” Manon murmured in agreement, waiting for you to finish your suggestion. “And then bring you a plate of pasta to eat in bed, watching that movie you love.”

“And then you’ll tell me you love me?” she asked, just joking, just to tease you a little.

“I can repeat it until I lose my voice.”

HERE IT IS FOR EVERYONE WHO ASKED ME FOR PART TWO OF “TEARS”!!!

I wrote this early this morning, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes. Well, I hope you’re all doing well. Enjoy the read and let me know what you think afterward—I miss answering your messages in my inbox.

Anyway, stay safe and drink water.

xoxo, spider.

[spiderb00]

So, i was choosing some photos for the cover of my next fic, which is about Manon, and i came across this.

NOW, HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS PHOTO EXISTED???

[spiderb00]

Girl, I'm the same akjshkajsd

I'm also in a very happy moment in my life. I finished all my exams and next week I'm graduating. On June I have my exams to apply for Uni. I still can't believe it, it's been a long journey and I'm finally on the end. I'm also a little sad 'cuz this was my last year with my besties, but we will be together no matter what. I'm also looking for a part time job lol.

I went back to reading (I'm currently reading Katabasis, by R.F Kuang) and to enjoy my hobbies in general. And I'm so excited for this summer and for 2027 'cuz we're getting so many good shows and movies. Also watched The Devil Wears Prada 2 and I'm obssesed akjshdkasj.

I have a really good feeling for the future.

If you need to talk you can always dm me <3

OMG BABE, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! Honestly, I was so happy when I graduated too, so I can imagine how you're feeling. I hope you get into the uni you want, babe. I really love what I'm studying now, and I hope you love whatever you choose just as much as I do.

Sometimes I miss some of my friends too (like I said, I’m so happy to be reunited with my best friend—I met her in high school), but this new chapter is a great opportunity to make new friends and meet new people.

NO WAY! I’ve also gotten back into reading recently, and let me tell you, I’m ADDICTED to Coco Mellors’ writing! I’d read Jennette McCurdy’s first book earlier this year and it cured my reading slump, so I started reading “The Blue Sisters” by Coco, and girl… I simply fell in love with the way she writes her characters; it’s a wonderful book, and I cried like a baby at the end. I bought “Cleopatra and Frankenstein” recently, and I’m so glad I did bc I really want to stay glued to her writing a little longer.

Her books are inspiring me a little; I kind of feel like writing melancholic characters, but I’m not sure.

I haven't seen “The Devil Wears Prada 2” yet, but I'm really looking forward to watching Spider-Man, ofc, and Supergirl

Anyway, I’m really happy for you <3

[spiderb00]

hey babe

how are you?

BABEEE, I’m SO good, I SWEAR! I don’t think I’ve been this happy since last year. To tell you the truth, I think I’m really blossoming a bit :)

I’m almost done with another semester of college, and I’m about to go on summer break, YAY! My physique is improving, and I’m really proud of myself. I’m also making progress in MMA, and man, I’m so happy.

btw, I’m also seeing my best friend every day on my walk to campus, and I’m so happy bc I hadn’t seen her in a long time—seriously, I can barely keep a smile off my face when I see her.

But since not everything is perfect, there are some weird things happening too, but I think it’s just in my head (if I’m absolutely sure I’m not hallucinating, I’ll come back to talk to you).

How are you? I hope you're doing well, babe. Tell me all about it :)

[spiderb00]

Top writers of the moment

Coco Mellors

Jennette McCurdy

Sally Rooney

wmah chef kiss 🤌

[spiderb00]

- STAY WITH ME, M.B

"A thousand things were happening at once in Manon's world. But there was always one person who reminded her of who she really was."

warnings - angst n a little fluff too, i miss manon so bad!

now playing - BUTTERFLIES, by Isaiah Falls, Joyce Wrice

"What you say to me, it matters 'cause you're more than my security"

The days were passing more and more slowly for you. Your mind made it seem as if everything had come to a standstill, slowly crawling through every millisecond of the clock’s hours. Every tiny moment felt like a whole experience in your head. And honestly, it didn’t seem as bad as you’d imagined it would be.

But it wasn’t your own mind you were worried about. It was Manon’s. Your girlfriend was on hiatus—at least that’s what her company had told the press and her fans. Everyone had a different opinion about that decision, and you knew it was driving your girlfriend crazy. You knew that every morning was a new battle for her; you knew how anxious she got over every comment, or even about how she should act when she was in public.

For her, nothing had gone by slowly. Time was passing quickly, faster than she’d like. The announcement of the hiatus seemed like it was the day before yesterday, Coachella yesterday, and today she wanted to figure out what battle she’d have to fight.

Sometimes, Manon thought she was a burden to you. She thought you were sick of putting up with all the anxiety attacks or the sleepless nights she’d been having ever since they decided to snatch her dream from her hands. But those thoughts never got very far when she looked at you.

You met when Katseye was still establishing itself in the industry. No Gnarly, no Gabriela, nothing. Just her and her friends having fun and chasing their dreams. Manon already knew you; everyone knew you. The most promising actress of recent years, that girl who blew up the universe after appearing in the first season of Euphoria, and hasn’t stopped acting since. The same girl who was approachable and had friends and connections everywhere. You knew YouTubers, singers, influencers... you knew everyone, and everyone led you to Manon.

When she met you, she swore she couldn’t take her eyes off you.

God, she wished she could never take her eyes off you.

She kept her eyes on you the whole time. Not out of obsession, but because something about you brought her a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time.

You were like stepping into the sea with calm waves, like bathing in a clean, crystal-clear river. You made Manon feel loved, seen, desired, even when she was sleeping. Her eyes fluttered, still gazing at your half-asleep figure on the white sheets of your bed.

She had been awake for a while, picking up the phone on the nightstand just to check a few things. She wasn’t even sure what had upset her—some jerk’s comment she’d seen on one of your Instagram posts, something her brain couldn’t even recall the exact words of anymore, but it was something related to your relationship. The tears were there before she could even realize it, and looking at you, so peaceful, sleeping beside her, made her breathing calm down almost instantly.

She didn’t want to wake you up, but she put her phone aside anyway to lie down practically on top of you. Her breath caught in her lungs automatically as she felt you stir on the mattress—turning and lying face down. Your skin brushed against the fabric of the sheets as you snored softly. One of her hands slid up your bare back, and her lips left a lingering kiss on your shoulder before her cheek rested in the same spot.

You moaned softly in your sleepy state, giving a small smile when you opened one eye just to see the most beautiful woman in the world in front of you.

“Good morning.” Your voice made Manon’s ears perk up, while her fingers began tracing different shapes on your bare skin. “What time is it?”

“Way too early.” Her voice was slightly hoarse, and you could tell it wasn’t just because of the cold morning.

“Then why are you awake if it’s way too early?” The question was light; your tone was low, soft, almost feather-like.

Your eyes saw your girlfriend’s lower lip tremble slightly. And in the next second, you were already turning on the mattress and pulling her to your chest.

“Hey, it’s okay, my love.” Your voice was sweet as honey, and Manon felt an even stronger urge to collapse into your arms, just so you could comfort her.

“I’m sorry.” The words slipped out involuntarily, almost as if she were apologizing for feeling this way first thing in the morning.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Manon. I’m here for you, my love.” Your hands held her more tenderly and firmly.

Manon breathed a sigh of relief, letting silent tears fall as if that were all she needed to feel better for the rest of the day—just to lift that weight she’d been feeling since she woke up that morning.

You knew exactly how to calm her down.

“Do you want to talk about what made you feel this way? Or do you just want to stay here in my arms for a while?” Your question made your girlfriend think for a moment.

She didn’t want to feel this way; she didn’t want to give in any further to whatever sadness she was about to feel. Everything she was feeling now was just a lighter version of what she’d felt when it all happened, and she knew she didn’t want to have those depressing relapses. Especially not while she was with you.

“I don’t want to stay like this,” she whispered, as if it were a secret only you could hear.

A secret she would only confide in you.

“It’s okay. We don’t need that. Fuck it." The little cheer in your voice made Manon look at you, trying to see what would come next. “We can do whatever you want; I’m on vacation and I’m not going to leave your side all day!”

Every word that came out of your mouth made Manon want to smile a little more. It was simply magical and miraculous to her how you could just break down every single one of her barriers, destroying any sense of loneliness or sadness she might be feeling.

“So… How do you want to start your day, Mademoiselle Manzanita?”

It didn’t take even a second for the two of you to jump out of bed. The sun streamed through the curtains like a shower of molten gold, and you and Manon squeezed into the shower stall in her apartment. Intimacy came easily to the two of you, familiar, almost as if you’d lived like this your whole lives.

After the shower, Manon was already feeling a little better. So, when the two of you put on comfortable clothes and took your coats off the coat rack, the gentle late-winter breeze hit your bodies as soon as you stepped out the door. Your hand was gently—yet firmly—entwined with Manon’s, and you walked down the street as if it were the path you took every day.

The streets were lively, and people seemed exceptionally cheerful that day. The neighborhood where your girlfriend lived was very peaceful, and she loved it. Young couples, elderly people, and small groups of friends sitting close together were the kinds of people you’d encounter as soon as you started wandering the streets.

Manon smiled when you gently stopped walking, just to bend down and greet a little dog that was out for a walk with an elderly lady. She smiled at you and then smiled at Manon. Your girlfriend smiled radiantly, forgetting whatever had happened earlier; she just admired your love for animals.

Manon knew you’d always wanted a dog, but after the two of you adopted Spoon, things got a little more complicated. Because even though the kitten was one of the most beautiful and cute creatures you’d ever seen, the two of you weren’t sure if she’d adjust to a friend with twice—maybe three times—as much energy as she had.

After letting the elderly lady walk back home, the two of you finally arrived at the café you both loved so much. Manon spent the whole time clinging to your arm; your jacket was warm, and your arms seemed particularly big against the fabric—anyway, your girlfriend thought it was all perfect. She watched you place your usual orders, savoring every word that came out of your mouth, no matter how simple, loving how you always got her order right.

You waited a few minutes; when everything was ready, you picked up the takeout and headed to the nearest park. You knew that one of the things that cheered your girlfriend up when she was having a bad day was seeing something beautiful. Anything that reminded Manon that the world was still a nice place helped her think more clearly and not get depressed by the things she was facing.

The two of you sat by the lake, in a secluded spot, but you could still hear the children playing and occasionally some people running nearby. The worn-out bench you sat on was already as much a part of your relationship as you were yourselves. You remember that was where you and Manon would go when you wanted to talk, or just relax and watch the ripples in the water. Every now and then some ducks would show up, but today no one was there to see them.

For the first five minutes you ate in silence. You wanted to respect your girlfriend’s time, and she knew she could speak when she was ready. You were always there to listen to her.

“I think I felt powerless this morning,” she began, almost in a whisper. “I saw something that reminded me of how it all unfolded, and all I could think about was how I couldn’t do anything.”

Her words echoed in your head; you didn’t know exactly what she was feeling, but that didn’t stop your heart from aching at what she was telling you.

“I miss everything. Sometimes I feel lost, sometimes I feel guilty.” She paused for a moment, as if weighing her words. “But sometimes I feel angry—so angry that everything inside me feels like it’s being eaten away. I can’t hang out with my best friends, I can’t have my dream...”

Her eyes weren’t teary like they were this morning; they were slightly sad—the way you hated them to be the most. You remember the last time Manon went out with one of the girls; you took her to Megan’s, and a fan almost exposed your whole plan when he saw the two of them in the same place. Luckily, you remember the fan saying he’d keep it a secret, and that the photos the girls took would be posted at different times, as if they weren’t in the same place at the same time.

“I hate seeing you like this,” you whispered, more to yourself than to her.

“I hate that you see me like this,” she whispered back.

Your thoughts scattered quickly, because you knew that no matter how supportive you were, your girlfriend would always feel like she was somehow dumping everything on you.

“Hey, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me things. You can tell me everything, Manon. How you’re feeling, how you’re doing each day, what you want to do or what you don’t want to do...” Your hand grabbed hers, and your free arm went over her shoulder, pulling her closer to you. “I want you to share everything with me, because I love you more than anything and I’ll never leave you alone!”

Manon looked at you as if she were looking at something familiar, a deity, a guardian angel. She knew she was lucky to have you; she knew she should thank the heavens every day from the moment you refused to leave her side after everything fell apart.

She always remembers the late-night FaceTime conversations, when you were recording something and she was struggling with rehearsals and all the pressure from the label and the public. She always remembers how you never let her feel small, or inferior to anyone. And what filled her heart the most was remembering that you gave up everything to be by her side when all the bad things started to really come to light.

You didn’t ask for applause, nor did you brag about all the times she cried on your shoulder. You were simply there.

“I never thought I could love someone the way I love you.” Her voice was sweet, her eyes melted with love. “I never thought anyone could love me so much, that they’d be with me through thick and thin. But you stayed.”

Her hand squeezed yours three times, while a sigh—which you interpreted as a small relief—escaped her lips as if she’d just lifted seven tons off her back. You didn’t know where you found the strength to stay there with her; you’d always been terrible under pressure or in stressful situations. When it came to you, all you did was ignore things until the universe decided to give you a hint.

You learned to be different because of Manon.

“I’ll always be with you.” You let go of her hand, your fingers gently brushing her cheek to wipe away a lone tear that had fallen. “Because no matter where I go, or who I’m with, I’ll always be thinking about you.”

It might seem simple, maybe even vague to someone looking in from the outside. I mean, how could a park and an overpriced breakfast cure a sadness that hurt the soul? But Manon knew better; she knew it wasn’t the places or the things she consumed… it was you. You were the one who brought the sparkle back to her eyes, regardless of whether it would last or not, because you would always be there to remind her of who she really was—not the mean comments, not the company focused on profits and image, not anything from the outside.

Just her.

While I was writing this, I found myself thinking about the way I write about the girls from NJZ. It actually made me even sadder. I miss Manon, guys.

I know it’s been a while since I posted, but I’ve been kind of busy lately, and kind of unmotivated too, to be honest. But I think I might be getting back into the swing of things. My vacation starts in less than a month, and I’ll be ready for summer!

I really want to write more stuff, not just for this blog, but for the other one too. URGH, I have so many ideas, but whenever I start writing I feel so unmotivated. I hope this goes away.

I hope you’re all doing well and taking care of yourselves. I’ve recently noticed that a lot of authors have left the fanfom, and that there are also a lot of tea within the katstumblr community. I have to say I feel like an old lady for not knowing what’s going on here—I just study and work, and I come home too tired to notice anything.

So please, stay safe, drink water, and take care of yourselves a little.

xoxo, spider.

[spiderb00]

hiii would you be able to continue unworthy survivors 🥹🥹

of course babe. I'll work on that <3

[spiderb00]

What's a cat's favorite color?

Purrr-ple.

babe, ur amazing 4 that

[spiderb00]

Hey babe, I'M BACK

MY BABE IS BACK!

[spiderb00]

Hey baby,

I promise I'll come back, just give me some time while I finish all the things I have to do.

I wasn't planning on it, but after seeing your post, I think I will.

I miss you so much and words aren't enough to express how much I apreciate meeting you. After all you were my first friend here.

I hope you have been okay these last month and that life was gentle with you.

Love you

-<3

P.D: I can't wait to talk about Sabchella with you :3

WHY AM I ONLY SEEING THIS NOW???

Oh my god, I missed you so much!!! I was going crazy. I'm so happy to have met you here, babe! It's crazy because I don't usually make friends with people online, and with you I just couldn't help it.

I just saw this because I was on a trip and needed to clear my head a bit, but my God, I'm so happy to see you're back.

ps - SABCHELLA WAS AMAZING! The girl knows what she's doing. Honestly, she always has; she's always been amazing in her previous eras. I'm glad she's getting the acclaim she deserves.

[spiderb00]

I miss my babe artistwitchgirl. babe where are you? Come back, i miss u 😭😭😭

[entallica]

Just watched Sabrina Carpenter and Madonna flirting with each other onstage at Coachella for twenty minutes.

Don’t hit me up. I’m unwell.