⤷ cw. lovebombing, emotional manipulation?, miscommunication, unrequited feelings, angst, hurt/no comfort, brief mention of pet death, and grief
♫ Oh, kay bilis namang, Magsawa ng puso mo ♫
You were a self-proclaimed nobody, perfectly content with blending into the background. For the entirety of your freshman year, manon— popular, gorgeous, and completely out of your league— never acknowledged your existence. Not a glance, and definitely not a text.
But for some magical reason, sophomore year starts with your phone suddenly lighting up.
manon (from class)
y/n, do you have the answer for math?
y/n
No, I'm just starting it now.
manon (from class)
You got it, y/n!
Lmk if you got them already
I'm stuck on the first question.
At first, you find her completely annoying. Why is she suddenly messaging you like this? Why is she invading your quiet, comfortable personal space? You’re honestly pissed. But really, what can you do? She’s literally your classmate, and avoiding her in a small room is impossible. Still, out of pure kindness and the sheer innocence of your heart, you finish the homework and send her the answers.
y/n
[attachment 1 image]
Here, you should really listen when our prof is discussing.
manon (from class)
Ugh, u are heaven sent, y/n T.T Thank you
And no, never lol
y/n
I won't be sending you answers all the time.
manon, of course, does not take that boundary seriously. In fact, she treats it as an invitation to bother you even more when you're just trying to mind your own business.
The next day, you’re sitting in the back of class, hunched over your notebook, when a familiar shadow falls over your desk. manon stops by before you can look up.
“What’re you doing?” manon's voice chirps, entirely too bright for this early in the morning.
“Nothing, just scribbling some drawings,” you mutter, instinctively shielding the page with your arm to hide it away from her.
“Really? Let me look!”
Before you can protest, she starts peeking over your shoulder, crowding into your personal bubble with a scent of expensive perfume that completely throws you off. You brace yourself as she stares at your messy notebook.
“Wow!” she gasps.
You freeze. You genuinely can't tell by the tone of her voice if she’s being real or just incredibly sarcastic. Still, you feel obligated to reply anyway. “I-it’s nothing much... just some scribbles.”
“No, it's great! This is a masterpiece, y/n,” she says, leaning back and beaming down at you.
She has a huge, dazzling smile.
That pretty smile.
And just like that, your irritation melts. Her smile makes it impossible to stay mad, and you’re left completely defenseless.
You knew people like manon didn't just notice people like you for no reason. A part of your brain screamed that she was just using you for answers or some sort of dare by her friends. But as she walked back to her seat, leaving behind the faint scent of her expensive perfume, you looked down at your messy drawing. The thought still lingered, but so did her smile.
The line between classmate to acquaintances to friends, and whatever this was had completely blurred.
Last night, manon had called you out of nowhere. You didn't expect to stay on the line for long, but she kept talking, her voice dropping into a soft, sleepy murmur until the two of you fell asleep together on the phone. When you finally woke up the next morning, you realized the call was still connected. Heart hammering against your ribs, you quickly ended it, staring at the screen in disbelief. You were exhausted after being awake for hours, so you pulled the covers over your head, desperately about to drift back to sleep.
Ring. Ring.
Your eyes snapped open. manon’s caller ID flashed on your screen again. You answered it, pressing the phone to your ear, but all you could hear was heavy silence, followed by the faint rustling of sheets.
Then, you heard a sharp, ragged sniffle.
Panic instantly surged through you. You sat upright in bed, your voice tight. “manon? Are you there?”
“M-my dog died...” Her voice cracked, followed by a harder, choked-up sniff.
You froze. You weren’t one for handling big emotions. Hell, you didn’t even know how to properly comfort a regular person, let alone a girl like her. You had never encountered this type of situation before, and your brain was completely short-circuiting.
In a clumsy, desperate attempt to show sympathy, you stammered, “I-it’s okay, I—... what happened?”
Inside, you were violently panicking. It’s okay?! Why did I say it's okay?! Her dog just died! You wanted to punch yourself.
“She j-just died,” manon sobbed into the receiver, completely oblivious to your awkwardness. “She was so cute, too... look.”
Suddenly, your phone started buzzing rapidly against your ear. Still fresh from your sleep and completely overwhelmed, you pulled the phone away to see her spamming your lock screen with pictures of her dog—fluffy, happy, and full of life.
You stared at the flood of notifications, your heart aching for her, but your socially awkward mind was still running blank. You were trapped in her grief, unsure of what to do next, and suddenly aware that she had chosen you to cry to.
The next day at school, manon’s usual vibrant, overwhelming energy was completely gone. She looked exhausted, her bright smile replaced by a heavy, hollow expression that made your chest tighten whenever you glanced across the classroom.
When the lunch bell finally rang, the lecture hall emptied out. You packed your bags slowly, your stomach rumbling as you headed for lunch, expecting the campus corridors to be packed.
But as you walked past a quiet, secluded corner near the end of the hallway, you spotted a familiar figure.
It was manon.
She was sitting by herself on a concrete bench, completely isolated from her usual crowd. There was no food near her, no loud laughter, and no expensive iced coffee. She was just staring blankly at her phone, her thumb mindlessly scrolling through what you guessed were the same dog photos she had spammed you with last night. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and if you hadn't been paying close attention, you would have missed the quiet, silent sniffles escaping her lips.
You froze in your tracks, clutching the straps of your backpack.
Your head screamed at you to keep walking.
Her popular friends will probably show up any second. Don't make it weird.
But then you remembered her cracked, sobbing voice over the phone at 5:00 am. You remembered how she had chosen your line to hold onto until the sun came up. That memory pulled you forward.
Your feet moved before your brain could talk you out of it.
You walked over, the squeak of your shoes on the floor tiles sounding incredibly loud in the empty hallway. As you approached the bench, you swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. You still didn't know the first thing about comforting someone, but seeing her like this—stripped of all her usual confidence—made you forget about your own insecurities for a split second.
"manon?" you said softly, stopping a few feet away.
She flinched slightly, her head snapping up. Her eyes were red and puffy, completely devoid of their usual makeup, making her look incredibly small. For a second, she looked embarrassed to be caught, frantically wiping at her cheek.
"Hey," she whispered, her voice terribly raspy. She tried to force a tiny version of that pretty smile you were defenseless against, but it crumbled instantly. "What... what are you doing here?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart doing a nervous flutter at how small and fragile she looked. You still didn't know the right words to say, but you couldn't just stand there and watch her break down.
Slowly, you reached into your bag and pulled out the lunch you had just bought, along with a small, familiar bright plastic packet.
Gummies.
Ever since she had started randomly texting and bothering you, you had developed this unspoken, awkward habit. Whenever she would sit at your desk or talk your ear off until your social battery drained, you would silently slide a packet of gummies over to her. It had become a habit between you two.
You set the food and the colorful candy down on the concrete bench right next to her.
"You need to eat," you muttered, looking anywhere but directly at her face so she wouldn't see how flustered you were. "And, uh... I brought these. In case you needed something sweet."
manon stared at the lunch container, her eyes lingering on the little packet of gummies. A soft, shaky breath escaped her lips. For a second, you worried you had crossed a line or made things weird, but then she reached out, her fingers brushing against yours as she took the candy.
"You brought me these?" she whispered, her voice cracking.
"Yeah. You always eat them when you're annoying me in class, so..." You scratched the back of your neck, your face burning. "I just thought it might help. I don't really know how to do this whole comforting thing, manon. But I'm sorry about your dog. Truly."
The silence hung in the hallway for a moment, and you were just about to apologize and awkwardly walk away when manon suddenly let out a tiny, wet laugh. She clutched the gummy packet tight against her chest, looking up at you through her tear-stained lashes.
"You're not bad at it at all," she murmured, a genuine, soft warmth returning to her eyes. She patted the empty space on the concrete bench beside her. "Stay with me? Just until the next period starts. I don't want to be alone right now."
Your brain screamed at you that sitting with the school's prettiest girl in a lonely hallway was a terrible idea for your sanity. But looking at her now, completely stripped of her usual overwhelming character and just being real with you, you found yourself sitting down right next to her.
"O-okay," you stuttered, your voice barely a squeak as you sat down on the cold concrete bench next to her.
For the next few days, it felt like the universe had completely shifted. manon didn't just give you her usual attention—she practically glued herself to your side. She walked with you to your lockers, sat next to you in every single lecture, and loudly shut down anyone who tried to question why she was suddenly hanging out with the class "loser." She even started carrying a little bag of those exact gummies in her purse, flashing you a secret, knowing smile every time she pulled one out.
For a brief, beautiful week, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe that you were actually special to her. You were hopelessly, dangerously hooked.
Then, the weekend hit. And the line went completely dead.
No morning texts. No late-night facetimes. No tiktoks sent at 12:00 AM. You spent two agonizing days staring at your phone, a heavy, sinking feeling growing in your gut as you replayed every conversation, wondering what you did wrong.
By Sunday night, you were staring blankly at your bedroom ceiling, your chest aching with a familiar, miserable loneliness.
Buzz.
Your heart leaped into your throat. You scrambled across your bed, tearing your phone off the charger. It was a text from manon. Your fingers trembled as you unlocked the screen, ready to forgive her the second she gave you an excuse.
Instead, the words on the screen made your stomach violently drop.
manon
I still want him
it's always been him
You stared at the glowing text, the words burning into your eyes. There was no context. No "hey." Just a raw, agonizing confession meant for someone else— or maybe meant to break you.
The reality hit you like a physical blow. Your chest tightened as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. You replayed every late-night call, every moment she had leaned on you with her grief, every sweet smile over the stupid gummy candies—realizing suddenly, horribly, that none of it meant what you'd wanted it to mean. It wasn't because she liked you.
She just needed something, someone to fill in the empty space left by someone else. You felt heat rising in your face, a mixture of anger and humiliation prickling beneath your skin. Part of you wanted to scream at her for using you, to throw your phone across the room, but all you could do was sit there, numb and empty, letting the truth settle in. She was lonely, hurting from a breakup, and you had only ever been the safe, easy place she could hide until she was ready to go back to him.
You were just the convenient distraction. The quiet nobody who was safe because you'd never reject her.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, your throat tight and your eyes stinging. You didn't even know who "he" was, but you knew one thing with terrifying clarity: you were just a rebound— a placeholder.
You never replied to that text. You just turned your phone face down on your mattress, pulled the blanket over your head, and let the quiet bitterness take root in your chest.
In the weeks that followed, the silence between you and manon became deafening.
You went completely cold. Every ounce of your awkward, gentle kindness was swallowed up by a sharp, defensive wall. You didn't just stop texting her back—you actively altered your entire daily route to make sure your paths would never cross.
Whenever you saw the unmistakable, loud laughter of her group echoing down the hallway, you immediately spun on your heel and took the long way around campus. If you saw her sitting at her usual bench, you kept your eyes glued to your shoes, your jaw clenched tightly. You stopped sitting anywhere near the back of the lecture hall, choosing instead to bury yourself in the very front or the exact opposite corner—anywhere that kept her out of your peripheral vision.
Her popular friends, the ones who had briefly pulled you into their circle during lunch, went right back to looking through you as if you were made of glass. And manon? She didn't fight for your attention. She didn't chase after you, send panicked texts, or slide into your desk.
You became deeply, quietly bitter.
You hated how easily you had fallen for it. You hated that you had stayed up until 5:00 AM listening to her breathe. You hated that you had spent your own lunch money to buy her food and those stupid, childish gummies just to make her smile when she was crying over her dog.
Most of all, you hated that you actually missed her.
One afternoon, you were sitting alone in a quiet, isolated corner of the library, staring blankly at your notebook. Your hand instinctively reached into your backpack, your fingers brushing against an unopened packet of gummies you had bought out of habit weeks ago.
Your grip tightened around the plastic wrapper, a wave of resentment washing over you. With a hollow feeling in your stomach, you tossed the candy deep into the bottom of your bag, swearing to yourself that you would never let someone like manon make a fool out of you again.
❝ Listen, where would you build your worth if he's not here? ❞
syn : When your boyfriend cheated on you, you felt like your life was over as he laughed in your face in front of his mates calling you pathetic. But you wanna prove him wrong, so you decide to partner up with your frenemie — ‘daniela’ who’s been your bully ever since the dawn of time.
She agrees, but on one condition — you guys have to kiss in front of him for everyone to see. But what happens when the love in your heart and her smug annoyance gets thrown in the air. Would she catch your heart ?
pairing : g!p daniela . A x fem ! reader
lover’s trope : swearing , making out , heartbreak , signs of depression , cheating , rebellion , fake dating , bickering , love bombing , self - conscious reader , g!p daniela , fluff , angst , smut.
WRITTEN STORY ( mostly )
songs recs : heavenly — cigarettes after sex , how to pretend — Lucy Bedroque , Senna — the maria’s , who knows — dave ceasar , nobody new — the maria’s , An eater — Matt Martians , Heavy — the maria’s .
author’s note : story HEAVILY inspired by the song : ‘how to pretend by Lucy Bedroque’. I recommend y’all yo listen to the song itself as it’s majestical. mst.list
(The last one is very motivational if you are manifesting an SP! Definitely check out the account to see how this person progressed into successfully manifesting their SP!)
Keep going guys! You can and will manifest all of your desires. You will become the next success story!!
need her to record herself fucking me… zooming in on how much she’s stretching me out, telling me how wet and pathetic i look, how she can’t wait to use me. all for me to watch later when she’s gone.
lighter eyes (tho im thinking about manifesting like entirely black pupils like no colour bcz i think that is very cute)
going to the mall with my friends
finding merch for a niche artist i like at the mall (+finding good clothes in general at the mall)
getting to go to the real version of Arcadia Bay (where my lis fans at 😚)
better internet (heavy on this one bcz i was getting literally 20 kbps per second download speeds for a while now its MUCH better)
my fave piracy website coming back
more money
the motivation to finish a fic i was making
a video i posted on tt going viral
and soso much more
when i or someone on tumblr says you can manifest anything and make ur life perfect WE MEAN ITTTT
im thinking about making this a monthly thing like every month i make a post of all the things ive manifested? idk tho and im not very good at remembering to do things so no promises
im lowk only posting this becuse i havent posted in a while and feel bad for ghosting my lovely followers </3 and if you see this just know! im planning on making more shifting story times soon!!! i promise!
already received one thing on my list for the month of july and it is just amazing to see manifestation in action!!! anyway, here’s what i put on my list:
and this is what resulted:
ALL 5s!!!! Mind you, I didn’t even study for the AP Psychology exam AT ALL because I was feeling soooo lazy and then for AP United States History, I didn’t study until like a week beforehand…
MANIFESTATION. IS. REALLLLLLL PEOPLE!!!!!
anyway, let me know if you want the long success stories back, because sometimes I feel like people kinda just want it to be quick and easy so if anyone wants long success stories just lmk and i’ll try to put in some more effort here on out 🤭 but if we’re fine with this fast success stories, then so be it!!
well, i love each and everyone of you soooooo so much and you WILL get/already HAVE what you want!!!! 🫶🏿🫶🏿
