#spiderb00

[spiderb00]

- MINE, D.A

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

warnings - none, streamer reader is back!

now playing - Jealous Type, by Doja Cat

"You're mine."

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

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

ynslover - whatever you say, gorgeous.

danismyqueen - could we prank Daniela?

gamerboy - you're so fucking stupid

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

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

danys1fan - oh, you're going to be screwed

gamerboy - p*ssy

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

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

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

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

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

pickledgherb - Jade

gamerboy - Maxine

gamerboyenemy - @/gamerboy stop with the stranger things man

danispillow - emma

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

gamerboyenemy - @/gamerboy stfu

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

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

Lucky you.

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, Emma.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You took a risk.

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

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

gamerboy - HAHA!

danismyqueen - Latina mami in action!

crazyeyekon8000 - my pants are gone

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

She was about to break down.

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

The chat exploded again, and Daniela raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

gamerboy - loser

ynslover - you can sleep with me ;)

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

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

Daniela really doesn't joke about you.

:)

[hiraizyo]

your fic about Dani? chef's kiss!

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

ahhh thank you spidey 😩

i have a lot in store for the fwb au, trust ;)

[nakylvr]

First of all, the shirts that Megan has been liking around??? Does she know I'm crazy???

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

ikr??? im literally going insane about this 😭

and yeah i never really heard of clairo until recently and now i feel out of the loop so i must take today to listen to her ✊ i have quite a few artists i need to listen to cause ppl keep recommending them to me

[grahstumhurts]

nah, I missed your writing <3

thank yewwww, I'm seriously obsessed with Ur fam out stuff btw. Ur probably one of the reasons I started writing on Tumblr 👅

[spiderb00]

- TEARS RUN DOWN..., M.B

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

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

now playing - Tears, by Sabrina Carpenter

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

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

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

Something clicked for Manon.

No one was like you.

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

Not you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just nodded.

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

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

And that really got Manon.

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

You loved it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your words hit Manon in the pit of her stomach!

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

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

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

Why were her clothes still on?

Manon didn't think twice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaning over, you kissed Manon on the forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ANOTHER FANFICTION WITH SABRINA SONGS!!!

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

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

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

XOXO, Spider.

[spiderb00]

- WHEN DID YOU GET HOT?, L.R

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

warnings - Fluff, reader was the ugly duckling :(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lara didn't have time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Person.

Lara didn't know who that person was.

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

Then who the hell was that person?

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

It was you!

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

Lara's eyes did a double take.

Triple take!

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

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

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

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

You used to do that!

When did the tables turn?

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

When did you get hot???

“Huh?!”

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

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

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

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

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

xoxo, spider.

[spiderb00]

- CHOOSE ME, M.S

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

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

now playing - Girlfriend, by Avril Lavigne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That girl was ruining your life!

And you needed someone who was your equal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan's hand.

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

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

You laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dominic bought it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, that girl was trouble.

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

“You bitch...”

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

This night was getting too crazy.

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

But the knocking continued.

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

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

Damn, she was like a goddess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Megan...” You tried.

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

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

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

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

Megan laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

XOXO, Spider.

[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.