#someone message me so I can cry to you about it

[thelambprince]

[Image Description: There are a series of tweets. The first one is saying, quote, "I recently saw a Tiktok where a woman asked "Girlies: what are some things you do to be more whimsical. I love knowing about cute little habits." And I've never loved a comment section more. Some of my favs:"

Every following image is implied to be in the comment section. The first one says, "a friend made me joyous taxidermist raccoons out of roadkill and I create happy scenes of them on adventures using American Doll props (to the continued bafflement of my cats and husband)". Below, they've posted two pictures of taxidermied raccoons riding a pink scooter with excited expressions. The second picture has an orange tabby curiously sitting and sniffing one raccoon's paw.

A second user says "I wear matching pajamas every time I change my sheets so I can have what I call fancy sleep."

Another says "I hold 'office hours'," the user says in quotation, "every Tuesday at a local coffee shop, which means I sit on the couch and order drinks for 4 to 5 hours while various friends and acquaintances visit me to yap about books and gossip."

Someone else says, "If I want to have negative thoughts about myself, I have to think about them in a Cockney accent."

Another user adds, "I call my to do list my tada list and do jazz hands as I tick things off."

Someone says, "I wash dishes by candlelight, listening to medieval tavern music, and pretend I'm a tavern wench."

"I teach my dog how to do things either to make them more interesting for me ("Let me show you how to start a load of laundry") or just to make him feel included ("Do you remember how to make coffee, or should I walk you though it again? I know it's hard to remember since you can't practice without thumbs.")

Someone else, "When I leave the house, I make sure to tell my dog 'no parties while I'm done!' And then laugh so he knows he is one hundred percent allowed to throw parties if he wants."

"Oh love these! I'll add one: whenever I buy something online and it asks 'is this a gift?', I write a little gift message to myself, usually along the lines of 'you are awesome and deserve these little treats,'."

"Listen to french music in my headphones while I grocery shop. Makes it more romantic and less mundane feeling."

"I tell my hamster not to answer the door for anyone before I leave."

"I like drinking water at night out of small wooden bowls. It makes me feel like I'm being nursed back to health by spirits."

"Whenever I drop or fuck something up when I'm alone, I bow and say 'and scene' instead of getting frustrated. I've done this for so long that I literally no longer get annoyed by my own mistakes and laughing is my first instinct anytime something goes wrong lol."

"I say 'my lady' whenever I walk by a mirror."

"'Can you hold this please' when I set my purse on an inanimate object."

"I tell my dishes it's bath time."

"I say 'well good thing no one overreacted' out loud to myself after a good cry.

End ID.]

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 18

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Uh Ohh I hope you enjoy the chapter! See you next Thursday! Plz like and rb if you’re hooked!🤍

Billie’s POV

My wet hair sat on my shoulders, making my shirt moist. I brushed my teeth after a hot shower in the tiny tourbus bathroom, and put myself on vocal rest for the rest of the night so my voice can be in shape for the next concert.

The day was long and everything irritated me. During my downtime, all I could think about was the way I pushed Remy on the floor, and the harsh exchanges that made us both cry. It hurt to think at all. It hurt that my brain couldn’t stop replaying the events over and over. I spit foamy toothpaste into the sink, watching it go down the drain, on autopilot.

“Okay, okay, we’ll be right there, we’re not too far, thank you.” My mom’s voice gradually became louder as she made her way through the tour bus to me. She poked her head into the bathroom with her phone pressed up against her chest. She was visibly shaken, her face blanched, and her expression downcast.

“Honey, it’s Remy, she was in a car accident today.”

When the words left her mouth, it took me a few seconds to fully comprehend. “Oh my god. Is she okay?” Stunned, I stepped forward, wanting out of the now suffocating bathroom, as its walls began to cave in on me.

“She’s in intensive care right now. They said it was pretty bad. She had to be life flighted off the highway, and she was in critical condition for a-“

My hands trembled as I pushed through the narrow walkway, stumbling toward the driver to tell him to turn around, despite having no idea where she was yet.

“Honey, we’re already taking the nearest exit so we can turn around, okay?” She grabbed my shoulder, noticing my pale complexion becoming paler, if that was even possible. “It’s okay, she’s going to be okay.” She assured me.

“Did they say that?” I narrowed in on her.

“No, baby, but they said she’s in surgery, and if all goes well, you’ll be able to see her when she’s in recovery, okay?” She rubbed knots out of my neck as I stretched away from her, overwhelmed and not wanting to be touched at the moment.

Surgery? I wondered what injuries she had sustained that meant she had to undergo surgery. I wondered how the accident happened in the first place, if someone witnessed it and called the ambulance or if she called herself, scared, waiting for someone to rescue her.

My tunnel vision began to dwindle, as I sat down on the seat, feeling nauseous. My dad was seated as copilot, guiding the driver on the fastest route to the hospital, but I didn’t notice it until later, when mom brought me some water.

“This is all my fault. If I hadn’t-“

“Don’t blame yourself, sweetheart, these things happen. They’re accidents.”

“She was supposed to be here. With us. And I ran her off.” I leaned my elbow on my knees, putting the glass of water that I gulped down.

“It could’ve happened to us, it could’ve happened to anybody, anywhere, anytime.” She put a hand on my back, gliding it up and down to confort me.

“We’re on the way. Try to relax.” Dad said, checking his gps.

“They’ll call if anything else happens. We’ll be there before she comes out of surgery, and then you’ll get to see her, because everything is going to be okay.” She reassured me.

I was so thankful my parents tagged along this week. I would be a mess right now without my mom. I thanked the gods I didn’t have to drive there myself because I’d be shaking so much, we’d probably get in an accident ourselves.

As soon as we arrived, we rushed into the ER. They guided us toward the inner hospital, where we were told to sit in an empty waiting area near the OR. An older, sweet nurse gave us all water and snacks. We politely nodded, my parents thanking her for being so kind. I sat, my head hanging low as I leaned my elbows on my knees.

It was a small, older hospital on the outskirts of Kettleman City, California. The waiting room was dated. The mint green, linoleum flooring led into the main hall, with two large doors separating the check-in area from the different patient care rooms. The receptionist sat at an antique, rounded, wooden counter, adorned with carved detailing. It was probably the original desk they built in when the hospital opened. The faint antiseptic smell made me queasy.

A tall, lanky man wearing scrubs and a face mask walked up to us, interrupting my thoughts. I stood up, scanning his demeanor, waiting for him to tell us anything.

“Ms. O’Connell?” He looked between my mom and I.

“Yes.” We both said, simultaneously.

He nodded, “The patient,” he looked at his chart, “Remy Lovelace, is still in surgery. Everything is going very well so far.”

“How bad is it?” I put a hand over my heart, hoping to steady its beating.

He pulled down his surgical mask, “We’re operating on her arm right now. She has a broken wrist, and a broken radius, which is her forearm, probably from instinctively bracing for impact. She’ll need a couple plates and screws to stabilize the bones so they heal properly. Other than that, she has a severe concussion and whiplash, which we will continue to monitor for the next few days.”

I sighed, relieved it wasn’t as detrimental as I thought I’d be. I was imagining spinal damage, having to break it to her that she wouldn’t walk again, or even brain damage.

“They told us she was life flighted, so we imagined worse!” My mom said, rubbing my shoulders and letting a big sigh of relief out herself.

“When car accidents create so much traffic that the ambulance can’t get through, they tend to life flight people. Especially if the patient is unconscious, which she was.” He nodded. “But don’t worry, she will be okay, we just need to keep an eye on that concussion.

I turned to hug my dad, who was prepared to catch me in his arms. I could finally breathe again. The doctor lets us know that it would be a little under an hour before they finish, and we could be with her in the recovery room, once they get her settled.

“Do you know how it happened? Did police or anyone give witness statements?” My mom asked.

“I’m not sure, but I can point you in the direction of someone who can.” He pointed toward the front desk, guiding her out through the double doors we came through.

A while after, my mom came back with the horrible details of the crash.

Her phone was in the back seat, locked, so it was unknown if she was using it or not. She swerved into a car on her right, causing her to hit the cement wall on her left, between the opposite side of the highway. She spun out, then, the driver’s side was hit by yet another car, totaling it and bending it into almost a U shape. Both windows on the driver’s side shattered into the inside, and the front door was so altered, that it jammed and they had to break open the opposite door to pull her out. All the other drivers involved were thankfully okay, and walked away with only bruises and probably severe body aches.

While we waited our turn to be able to see her, I figured I should probably call her parents. Despite my mom being Remy’s emergency contact, they’d want to know what happened. I stood up, looking through my contact for their numbers.

Her mom didn’t answer right away. I figured she wouldn’t answer an unknown number and I had changed mine multiple times. Her dad was next, and he answered after a few rings.

“Mr. Lovelace? Uh, This is Billie, Remy’s best friend.”

“Oh, Billie- Billie, it’s been so long. How are you? How are your parents?” He sounded surprised to receive a call from me. He hadn’t seen me in maybe two or three years, around his divorce from Remy’s mom. I’d driven Remy to her grandmother’s house, where he was now staying at, multiple times, but never got out of the car. They weren’t as close as they once were.

“I’m ok. Um, listen, I wanted to let you know Remy’s been in a car accident, about 3 ish hours from you guys. We’re here with her now, but I just wanted to let you know, in case… You know, you want to come too?”

“Oh God. That’s… Wow, is she okay?”

“Yeah she’s going to be okay, she broke some bones, but she’s gonna be fine. I just-“

“I’m glad, she’s very lucky to have you, you’ve always been such a good friend to her.” He said, confusing me a bit. Did he think he needed an invitation, or?

“Sir, I was asking if you could come see her. She’s going to be here overnight, and-“

“Billie…” he cut me off. “Remy and I haven’t spoken or seen each other in a very long time.”

I let the line sit silently for a moment. You could hear static as I processed what he said.

“I- I don’t think you understand.” I stammered. My parents would drop everything to be with me in the hospital, even if it was for a sprained ankle or a minor cold.

“She’s always handled it herself. She’s independent, she holds her own. She’s always been like her mother.”

I cringed at the thought. They were nothing alike. Not in my eyes.

“Okay.” Is all I could say.

“Thank you for calling. I’ll be praying for her. Take care of yourself, kid.” He said, sadness in his tone before hanging up.

That was pointless.

I called her mother next, hoping she’d answer this time.

“Hello?” She sounded bothered.

“Irene. This is Billie, remember me?” I swallowed, hoping she wouldn’t hang up on me.

The woman hated me. I knew she hated me since I was 11, when I hung out in her daughter’s bedroom, in the way she watched me, the way she didn’t like my clothes, or how my parents raised me, or the way I talked. Remy always told me her mother was homophobic. Back then, I didn’t know what that had to do with me. Remy would tell me she didn’t like that I was a tomboy, that I didn’t wear girly clothes, or sit, or eat like a girl. Once I got older, I became more aware of it, becoming a different version of myself at her house. Still, her mom wasn’t buying it, and forbid Rem from closing her bedroom door if I was in it. Sleepovers at my house were off limits, and she checked her text messages often. It was weird. I knew I never felt safe at their house.

Despite this, Remy always tried to look for approval from her mom. Who doesn’t? When she moved out at the age of 18, their relationship became more rocky, but she continued to send her money whenever she could. I guess I didn’t understand that, but then divorce made things more complicated and I didn’t feel I could have an opinion on it. I couldn’t relate.

“I remember.” Her voice was the same as I remembered it. It felt strange talking to her, I hesitated, fearing she wouldn’t care to check on her daughter either.

“Hello?” She said.

“Yes, hi, sorry. Uh, Remy is in the hospital right now. In surgery.” I managed to get the words out.

“Fuck. Why?” She asked.

“She had an accident driving back to LA. She’s okay, by the way, I just wanted you to know.”

“God damn. Seriously? That sounds expensive.”

For fucks sake.

“Can you come see her? I’m sure she’d appreciate having her mom here, you know?” I became frustrated, wanting to send both her parents to hell.

“Of course, What kind of parent do you think I am?” She said, an attitude forming on her end of the line.

I didn’t answer. She didn’t need to know what I thought.

“I’ll text you the hospital we’re at. It’s a couple hours away, but again, she’d really appreciate-“

“Thanks, I’ll make arrangements.” She hung up.

Fucking bitch.

“Excuse me, miss. We’re ready for you guys to come on back if you’d like.” The sweet old nurse from before tapped my shoulder.

I sighed, sliding my phone in my back pocket and following her through a cold, sterile hallway, into her room.

[quinnysnursery]

a message to 🎀 anon- since we're posting about each other now. not agere friendly !

let me start by saying, i’m not the one. won’t be the two, and have no plans of ever being the three. it’s quite obvious to me that this girl has never been stepped tf up too in her entire life- so allow me to be the first person to put you in your place ari. 

this morning i awoke to a lovely little dm from one of my followers informing me that ari was once again, posting about me on her wattpad. now this isn’t the first time, there has been plenty of times she’s thrown strays at me on her conversation tab- which i’ve also been notified of- but that quite honestly doesn’t affect me. if she needs to stomp her feet and cry, i’m all for emotional regulation.

however what does affect me is posting a MULTIPLE PARAGRAPH LONG CHAPTER about me, aus and lilah- completely lying about the situation. here’s the link to said chapter if y’all wanna read- but be warned, 99.9% of it is a lie. 

so let’s kick it off with lie number 1. we were not friends. i can understand how to ari- someone whose social life clearly doesn’t extend far outside of social media- you could’ve considered us friends. but I did not. will you be able to find posts of me calling her my friend once or twice? yes. because i previously used the word “friend” and “mutual” interchangeably, which i will admit fault too.

let me make something very clear right now. if I do not direct message you at least once a week, check up on you on my own free will or have called you/invited you into my home- we are not friends. sorry, not sorry.

lilah wrote a chratt au, a popular fic on here and made it explicitly clear that chris and matt were NOT together in it, they were just both dating the reader. again, a very popular and easy to wrap your head around concept. 

ari’s exact response to this, was this message.

this upset me, because i myself am poly- and felt it was an unnecessary and rude comment to make. you would not make it about any other type of relationship, so why make it about poly ones?

my ACTUAL friend- whom I’ve met in person more than once and speak to everyday- willow (@willowsito), explained that to them in these screenshots. 

ari repeatedly doubled down, not apologizing for her polyphobic opinion.

she then came crying to me, saying she was being “slaughtered like a pig” and that if i wanted her instagram, i could have it- but she was done with Tumblr. (despite the fact she’s also admitted on her conversations tab to have checked my account even after deactivating, but I’ll digress.)

we had the following conversation.

mind you, this was on thanksgiving- i was trying to eat my turkey!!

now onto lie number 2. “made up lies about me, and claimed I was racist.”

we have never, EVER, made up a lie about you ari. you are racist. as proven in THIS screenshot and in your words: “-i think because the mf who wrote the story was hispanic or something.”  

onto lie number 3. nobody except ari- asked about ari. i am almost 99.9% sure of this fact. even if this isn't 100% true, i know for a fact that ari sent me a HEAP of anons- asking “what did 🎀 anon do??”.

i, not wanting to drag her name even more, decided not to say because she DID know! BECAUSE WE TALKED ABOUT IT PRIVATELY!! WHY WOULD IT BE ANYONE ELSE’S BUSINESS??

i even took the liberty to say, don’t send her hate- and i hope she grows. because i do believe that everyone in capable of growth, and i do wish that for her- even still. i’m not sure why she’s mad i won’t drag her name on my public, very popular, account- but since she wants me too- i suppose i will now. 

did we go onto her wattpad and confront her because she was lying about the situation? yes! however we did that, because SHE SPOKE ABOUT US FIRST! AND CAME ONTO MY WATTPAD’S CONVERSATION TAB SAYING “i don’t want you to be a distant memory” like mf is this a telenovela?? 

she then blocked us all on wattpad after it was obvious she had no valid argument against us. 

lie 5. Or- partly a lie, because I can’t speak for anyone other than myself- but i never sent her anonymous hate. because as i told her when she accused me of making a community JUST to hate her (which didn’t happen, because…not worth it😭)- i’m 18 years old, i don’t have time for that.

apparently, according to her, everyone else in the demographic thought she was in the right. …yeah, I’ll let the crickets speak for themselves! 

“1 down, 2 to go.” ari, this one is just for you. i don’t know what happened in your life to make lash out this way. i don’t know who hurt you, how they hurt you or what. what I do know, is that you hurt me- refused to change your behavior- and then got mad when people who were hurt by your behavior decided to no longer be associated with you.

if we were friends, as you claim, that’s not how you treat friends.

~ quinny.

[poussieredetoiles-stardust]

Guys I just finished AHB and I’m broken?!?!?

[littlelightfish]

I will scream at every non-romantic post I see about these guys. Writers be not afraid. I will love their non-romance fics. I'll blow up your coment section all alone if I have to. I will find you. Artists be not afraid. I will reach tag limit on your artpiece. If I see it at least. And if I don't, I will eventually. Or I'll try. Or @me so I won't fail you.

[icewindandboringhorror]

There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.

[obnoxiousarcade]

I have a longing to be understood more than anything else i think

[italictext]

I desperately need to befriend a Death Note fan irl who likes Death Note the way I do.. The only DN fans I've met irl are anime only Near haters :'(

[whattheeverlovingfuck]

Ep. 41

Major spoilers

NONONONONO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TWIG CAN'T BE DEAD

Gideon being so desperate to save her is breaking my heart into a million pieces.

I'm going to throw up this isn't fair she was so sweet she can't be dead.

[bewby]

when you get blocked by him even tgough you guys barely even talk anymore but the last time you talked which was about a week ago you actually had a nice and healthy conversation and you had alot of love for eachother and it seemed amazing 😂😂😍😍😍😍 no i'm definitely not fucking crying Lol

[xwiredearbuds2014x]

If they wanted to they would!!

[peapod20001]

LMAO QUICK. WIPE YOUR TEARS BEFORE SOMEONE SEEEESSS YOUUU

[hana-bobo-finch]

i am one day late to my own character’s birthday but whatever better late than never. this image popped up in my head last night and I felt obligated to make it

for context Tornado is the name of the only social networking site on fincg island and C.C. is. very into the occult and would definitely think this is a halfway decent thing to do (it is not)

og

[insanechayne]

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[all4yoi]

𝒩ot a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's 😞, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )

sypnosis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.

part one !

★ LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )

"y/n wait!"

heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.

he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.

"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.

heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.

when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.

it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.

they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. — more under the cut!

so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.

he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.

he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.

he needed to fix this, asap.

it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.

"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.

"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.

you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.

"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."

"why would they say that then?"

"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.

heeseung stepped closer.

"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.

"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."

you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.

he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'

"heeseung.."

"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."

you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.

"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.

"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.

"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."

★ PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )

jay was confused.

the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.

he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.

throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.

walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.

"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"

that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.

"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.

"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.

he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.

jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.

he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.

your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."

jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.

"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.

"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.

"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.

this way he knew how he'd make things better.

"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.

right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?

"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.

he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.

"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"

you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.

"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.

jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."

"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.

"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."

new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.

"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.

"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."

★ SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )

jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.

he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.

"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.

jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.

he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.

it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.

but jokes were meant to be funny, right?

jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.

your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.

"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.

jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.

and he hated that.

"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."

"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.

"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.

"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"you promise?"

"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."

★ PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)

sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.

it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.

it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.

that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.

guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.

he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.

i deserve it.

he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.

"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.

"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"

sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.

"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.

"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.

"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.

"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."

your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."

"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.

"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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Moon in the houses

Moon in the 1st House: Emotions? Yeah, I’m wearing them like a neon sign.

Mood Swings? Who Needs a Weather App? – One minute, you're on cloud nine, ready to conquer the world, and everyone around you is like, "Wow, you're so inspiring!" . The next minute, you're in a full-on emotional hurricane, and people are like, “Uh, is everything okay?” Yep, they can literally see the storm clouds forming.

You’re basically an emotional X-ray for anyone who needs to know how you're feeling. Super helpful in knowing exactly where you stand.

You have the perfect built-in therapist, your mom, who never asks for a copay and always responds with “I love you, sweetie.”

Moon in 1st gives you a youthful young face. If a man, could be a mama boy. On the flip side, mommy could be overbearing.

When you're happy, you radiate positivity like the sun itself. You make everyone around you feel like they’ve just had a shot of espresso… without the jitters. But when you're in a mood, watch out. It’s like the ocean’s about to swallow up the entire coast. You can go from zero to “I’m emotionally drowning, help!” in 0.3 seconds.

Moon in the 2nd House: The Emotional Shopping Spree - You feel things, and you buy things. Repeat.

When you're feeling happy, it’s like “treat yo' self” day, and suddenly you’ve got 14 new pairs of socks that totally spoke to you in the store. Feeling stressed? Well, it's probably time for a little retail therapy... because nothing says “I’m handling my feelings” like buying a $50 scented candle you’ll never use.

Impulsive purchases. When your emotions take a dive, so does your bank account. "I'm sad, I need a new purse."

When someone asks how you're feeling, your response might just be, "Well, I bought a new jacket, so I’m feeling fabulous."

Your Emotions Are Always on Sale. You're like, “You know what would make me feel even better? A cute new scarf!” Because nothing says “I’m emotionally balanced” like a $15 markdown.

You love investing in things that make you feel good—whether it’s a cozy home, a nice meal, or that perfectly curated playlist you bought (yep, it’s a thing). Your finances are tied to your emotional health like a carefully organized spreadsheet.

Moon in the 3rd House: The Over thinker's Hotline - You think, you feel, you text… then you overthink it all.

Your emotions are running wild and they need to talk. A LOT. Like, you’ll have a deep emotional moment and then immediately text your bestie about it, but also text your mom for a second opinion, and then maybe send a message to a group chat for a third—just to make sure everyone’s on the same emotional page.

You’re the Emotional Wi-Fi of your social circles—always transmitting and receiving feelings, whether anyone asked or not.

You overanalyze everything. Sent a text at 11:30 PM? Now you’re wondering if that emoji you used in your response was “too much.” Did they think you were crying in that voice message, or just, like, “really emotionally engaged”? You end up spiral-commenting under your own messages. "Wait, I wasn’t mad, I swear!" Cue overthinking every single word.

You’re emotionally open, but also maybe one text away from sending an entire novel about your mood swings. If you have a Moon in Aquarius in 3rd house, you are very much into conspiracy theories.

The overthinking is so strong, even Siri gets nervous. “Did I say that correctly? Does it sound too emotional? Let me try that again, Siri, do you think they’ll understand?"

Moon in the 4th House: Home is Where the Feelings Are - Your emotions? Oh, they're all cozy in your emotional fortress… with snacks.

If you're ever feeling down, you know exactly where to retreat: the couch, surrounded by blankets, a mountain of snacks, and probably a weirdly specific playlist of “emotional” songs you know no one else understands.

Your vibe says, "Come on in, let me feed you, and here’s a blanket!" You’re basically the human version of a warm cup of tea.

On the flip side, you can get way too attached to your personal space. Don’t even think about messing with your “comfort zone,” because that zone is sacred. You might find yourself overly attached to places, people, and objects in your home that just... feel right.

If someone says something you don’t like, you might retreat into your home and pretend to reorganize your kitchen for the next four hours. Not because it’s necessary... but because it’s emotionally satisfying.

If there’s food involved and your loved ones nearby, you’re ready for some serious heart-to-hearts.

Moon in the 5th House: The Drama Queen of Feelings - Life’s a stage, and you're always in the mood for a performance.

Your feelings take center stage like you’re auditioning for a Broadway show every single day. You’re all about self-expression, fun, and creating joy—because, let’s face it, life’s too short to not have an emotional karaoke session on a Tuesday night.

Moon in 5th bestows with a girl child. Of course, we need to check whether it is associated with any other planets.

Professions like actor or any artistic professions fits you. You can turn any situation into a joyous celebration and make even the most mundane things feel like a special event.

The flip side? When you're down, it's like the curtains close on the show, and you’re the star in a drama you didn’t sign up for. You may exaggerate your emotions a little (okay, a lot)—an offhand comment from a friend turns into a full-blown emotional musical number. Cue the tears, dramatic exits, and possibly a solo performance on why no one understands your very deep feelings.

You’re basically the person who gets emotionally invested in every movie, reality show, and Instagram post you see and also celebrities.

Moon in the 6th House: The Emotional Overachiever - Feelings? I’ll just organize them into a to-do list.

With the Moon in the 6th House, you take your emotions very seriously—like, spreadsheet-level seriously. You're not just feeling your feelings, you're tracking them, analyzing them, and organizing them with the same precision of a perfectly color-coded calendar.

Your home? Probably a Zen-like temple of organization. You could be a productivity guru and an emotional support animal all rolled into one.

You’re probably the person who compulsively checks your horoscope, wellness app, and to-do list while also making sure you're drinking enough water—because, yes, your emotional health must be on track.

Service - oriented professions.

Probably keeps a journal. Your motto - "Productivity meets therapy!"

Moon in the 7th House: Emotional Rollercoaster + Relationship Drama

You Have a PhD in Relationships – You analyze, you nurture, you feel. Basically, you’re the emotional therapist of every relationship/partnership you’re in.

Emotional Dependency? Yup, It's Real – Your partner's mood? It's now your mood. If they’re happy, you're on cloud nine. If they're sad, well, buckle up, emotional crash ahead!

You Can’t Just "Date" Someone—You Feel Them – It's never just a date night. It's a journey. You’ll be emotionally invested before the appetizers even arrive.

If your partner says, “I’m fine,” but their voice cracks, you’re immediately putting on your emotional detective hat. Something’s definitely wrong.

Your partner's mood shifts and you’re already planning a 5-step plan to emotionally heal them. Just call you “Dr. Love.”

Moon in the 8th House: The Emotional Detective with a Dark Twist

If emotions were a rollercoaster, you’d be the one flipping the safety bar off and screaming, "Let’s go faster!"

Family gatherings? More like family mysteries. You can feel the unspoken tension, and you’re practically Sherlock Holmes, trying to figure out what’s being left out. Every holiday dinner has a side of “What aren’t they telling me?"

When you lose your virginity, you could even hide it from your family.

Being vulnerable with you is like peeling an onion—layer after emotional layer until someone’s crying. Sometimes you overshare, sometimes you say, “I’m fine,” but everyone knows you’re not. You can’t help it.

You can turn pain into growth like a magical wizard. Hurt feelings? Great, now you’re ready for transformation. You take all that emotional mess and somehow turn it into deep wisdom—or a really great, tear-filled diary entry. Either way, it’s epic.

Moon in the 9th House: The Emotional Philosopher on a Soul-Searching Road Trip

Your emotions don’t stay local. You feel them on an international level, like, “Why am I feeling so deep right now? Is this about my past life in a distant land or because I watched a documentary on the Amazon?” Your emotions are basically the United Nations of your soul.

Family & Friends Talks Are Like TED Talks – When you try to explain your feelings to family/friends, it’s less “Hey, I’m upset” and more “Here’s a 45-minute monologue on the meaning of life, and also I read a book on existentialism last week.”

One minute you’re high on life, quoting philosophy, and the next, you’re googling “Why does everything feel so overwhelming?” You’ll go from thinking you’re a wise sage to wanting to crawl into bed and watch Netflix documentaries. Your moods are basically a journey, so pack your bags.

You can't just feel something—you need to analyze, interpret, and probably give it a name. "I feel anxious. Is this anxiety or is it just me tapping into the collective consciousness of humanity?

You’re an Emotional Nomad – You can’t sit still. Emotionally, you need to keep moving, exploring, learning, and growing. "Home? Well, I feel emotionally connected to 17 different places.

Moon in the 10th House: The Emotional CEO of Life

Your emotions are always on display like you’re giving a TED Talk about your deepest feelings.

You don’t just work; your career is an emotional journey. “Am I feeling fulfilled at work? If not, should I change my entire career path? Do I need a promotion to feel better about myself?!” Your job? Basically your emotional therapist, but with more PowerPoint presentations.

Public approval is your emotional fuel, and you’re like, “Did I mention I’m emotionally attached to other’s opinion of me?”

Your mood? It directly impacts your work ethic. When you’re emotionally stable, you’re like, “Let’s take over the world.” But when you're upset? You’re still working, but you’re crying in the break room, making dramatic phone calls to your loved ones.

You’re emotionally invested in how the world sees you. You need to be the best at everything, but emotionally—"Did I look too emotional during my presentation? Was my inner turmoil apparent?" It’s a lot of pressure to keep it all together, but hey, it’s worth the “likes”.

Moon in the 11th House: The Emotional Social Butterfly Who Forgets Why They Came to the Party!

People love your warm, nurturing energy, and your squad is basically a second family. Just be careful—you might adopt every stray friend like a lost puppy. You could even get in trouble for helping your friend.

One day, you're the life of the party, the next, you’re ghosting everyone because feelings. People around you should have learned to just roll with it.

If you are feeling bad, you might turn to strangers online for some emotional support.

You’re energized by like-minded people and might thrive in large social circles, community work, or even fan clubs (yes, you might cry over your favorite celebrity’s life updates).

You might bend over backward to fit into a group, even if it means suppressing your own needs. That’s right—you RSVP to events you know you don’t want to go to, then regret it immediately.

Moon in the 12th House: The Emotional Mystic Who Feels Everything & Nothing at Once

congratulations—you’ve unlocked "Feelings: Hardcore Mode." Your emotions live in the deep, mysterious waters of the subconscious, making you an intuitive, dreamy, and sometimes tragically misunderstood soul. You might love solitude but also feel unbearably lonely, sense energies others miss, and randomly cry for no reason (or is there always a reason?).

Your intuition is next-level. You pick up on vibes, unspoken emotions, and even spiritual messages like a human radio antenna. Your relationship with your mother could feel distant, mysterious, or full of unspoken emotions. Either she was deeply spiritual and nurturing or emotionally unavailable and hard to read.

Unlike most, you actually enjoy being alone. Your inner world is rich, and isolation helps you recharge from the chaos of life.

Even in a crowded room, you might feel disconnected. You crave deep emotional bonds but struggle to express your own feelings.

Emotional stress can manifest physically—sleep issues, mysterious body aches, or just always feeling tired for no reason.

You might secretly love someone from afar rather than openly express your feelings. (Just confess already!). You crave deep, spiritual connections but may self-sabotage by isolating yourself. You love soulmate vibes, but fear vulnerability.