#WhatsApp Filtering

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WhatsApp Marketing Registration Check Software

To achieve efficient and high-conversion marketing on WhatsApp, one key step is to check and filter the accounts that will be targeted for marketing before starting the campaign. Here, we will briefly explain the purpose of this step: it primarily ensures that the phone numbers being marketed to are active, managed by real users, and registered on WhatsApp. This helps prevent ineffective marketing efforts that waste our time and energy.

We know that many factors can influence marketing efficiency and success rates. For instance, marketing to inactive users or those who are not relevant to our products often results in a significant waste of time and energy, with very low success rates. Therefore, we should focus more of our efforts on active users or those who appear to be more suitable for our products to enhance our marketing efficiency and success rate.

Additionally, we must ensure that the numbers we intend to market to are used by real users or registered on WhatsApp. This is crucial! If a number is not registered on WhatsApp or is not managed by a real user, using mass marketing tactics or other strategies will be futile.

So, how can we eliminate these types of users? The traditional methods of manually adding and checking user information are inefficient, especially when dealing with a large number of numbers. Therefore, using relevant checking auxiliary software is a better option. For example, the WhatsApp Registration Check Software we are using allows for one-click import of phone numbers and relevant information filtering, helping us quickly verify whether a number is registered and providing various information for our analysis.

Its features not only help us detect, capture, and categorize accounts based on whether they have profile pictures or signatures but also automatically analyze users' ages and genders based on their profile pictures, providing us with more information. With this information, we can better filter out useful customers and improve our marketing efficiency and conversion success rate.

Once these issues are resolved, we can achieve our goals of enhancing marketing efficiency and conversion success rates.

WhatsApp Registration Check Software allows you to generate phone numbers from various regions using multiple methods, verify WhatsApp registration status via account login analysis, and present the results. The software, powered by Crownsoft’s custom program, offers more refined filtering of account information, including profile pictures, gender, signatures, and signature languages, and supports exporting the filtered data into .txt, .xls, .xlsx, or .vcf formats.

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Unlocking the Power of a Free WhatsApp Filter Tool for Efficient Contact Management

In today's fast-paced digital world, businesses and marketers rely heavily on WhatsApp to connect with their audience. However, managing large contact lists can be challenging, especially when many numbers are inactive or not associated with WhatsApp. This is where a Free WhatsApp filter tool becomes essential. It helps users verify and filter WhatsApp contacts effortlessly, ensuring efficient communication and engagement.

Why Use a Free WhatsApp Contact Checker?

A Free WhatsApp contact checkeris designed to identify which numbers are registered on WhatsApp and which are not. Whether you're a business owner, marketer, or customer support executive, having a clean and verified contact list can save time and enhance productivity. Sending messages to inactive numbers wastes resources and reduces response rates. By filtering your contacts beforehand, you can focus on genuine leads and improve outreach strategies.

Key Benefits of a WhatsApp Filter Tool

Time and Cost Efficiency Manually checking contacts can be tedious and inefficient. A WhatsApp filter tool automates this process, saving time and reducing operational costs.

Higher Engagement Rates Sending messages to verified WhatsApp users increases the likelihood of responses and engagement, making campaigns more effective.

Improved Data Accuracy Keeping your contact list updated ensures that your marketing efforts reach active users, minimizing bounced messages.

Better Targeted Campaigns A refined contact list allows for more precise targeting, improving the chances of conversion and customer retention.

How to Use a WhatsApp Filter Tool?

Using a WhatsApp filter tool is simple and requires only a few steps:

Upload your contact list in the supported format.

Run the filtering process to check for WhatsApp-registered numbers.

Download the verified list and remove inactive numbers.

Use the refined list for marketing or customer outreach.

By incorporating a Free WhatsApp filter tool, businesses can streamline their communication process and achieve better results. Whether for promotional campaigns or customer support, ensuring that your messages reach active users is crucial. Take advantage of this technology to enhance your WhatsApp marketing strategy and drive meaningful interactions.

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WhatsApp contact verifier free online

In today’s digital landscape, WhatsApp has become one of the most influential platforms for personal and business communication, with over 2 billion users worldwide. For businesses, marketers, and even individuals, sending messages to valid WhatsApp numbers is crucial to ensure that messages are received and responded to. A WhatsApp number filter online is the perfect solution for those looking to verify large lists of contacts and remove inactive or non-WhatsApp numbers.

In this blog, we’ll explore what an online WhatsApp number filter is, how it works, its benefits, and why businesses and individuals should use this powerful tool.

What is a WhatsApp Number Filter?

A WhatsApp number filter is an online tool that allows users to upload lists of phone numbers and verify which ones are connected to active WhatsApp accounts. The tool filters out numbers that are not registered with WhatsApp, leaving users with a clean, verified list of contacts. This is especially useful for businesses running WhatsApp marketing campaigns, where reaching out to verified contacts is crucial to achieving high engagement and conversion rates.

How Does a WhatsApp Number Filter Work?

Most online WhatsApp number filters work in a similar way, providing an intuitive interface and simple functionality:

Upload the Numbers: You begin by uploading a list of phone numbers that you want to check. The numbers should be formatted with the correct country codes for the tool to process them properly.

Filter Process: Once uploaded, the tool will cross-reference the numbers with WhatsApp’s database to check if the numbers are linked to active accounts.

Get the Results: After the filtering process is complete, the tool will provide a report showing which numbers are valid WhatsApp accounts and which are inactive or not associated with the platform.

This process is usually fast, allowing you to verify thousands of numbers within minutes, depending on the size of your list.

Why Use a WhatsApp Number Filter Online?

Maximize Campaign Effectiveness: If you’re conducting a WhatsApp marketing campaign, sending messages to inactive or non-WhatsApp numbers is a waste of resources. A WhatsApp number filter ensures that your efforts are focused on users who are more likely to respond.

Save Time and Resources: By verifying numbers in bulk, you save the time it would take to manually check each number. You also save costs associated with sending messages to numbers that won’t receive them.

Improve Conversion Rates: For marketers, targeting only active WhatsApp users leads to better conversion rates. Whether it’s a promotional offer, a product launch, or customer support, your message reaches real, engaged users.

Enhance CRM Data Quality: Businesses that integrate WhatsApp into their customer relationship management (CRM) systems benefit from cleaner data. A WhatsApp number filter helps keep your contact list updated, reducing the clutter and ensuring accuracy.

Key Benefits of an Online WhatsApp Number Filter

Accuracy: These tools provide accurate results by pinging WhatsApp’s database to check if a number is valid. This helps you maintain a clean contact list and avoid ineffective outreach.

Ease of Use: Most online WhatsApp number filters are user-friendly, requiring no advanced technical skills. You simply upload your list, and the system does the rest.

Fast Results: These tools typically offer rapid processing times, allowing you to filter large lists of numbers in just a few minutes. This can be especially helpful when managing time-sensitive campaigns.

Cost-Effective: Many online WhatsApp number filters offer free or affordable pricing plans, making them accessible to businesses of all sizes. This cost-efficiency ensures that even small businesses can maximize the potential of their WhatsApp marketing campaigns without breaking the bank.

Global Reach: These tools can handle international numbers, which is useful for businesses with global operations. You can verify contacts from different countries and ensure that your messages reach the right audience, regardless of location.

Potential Limitations

While using an online WhatsApp number filter has many advantages, there are some limitations to keep in mind. Free tools may have usage restrictions, such as limits on the number of numbers you can check at once. Additionally, some filters may not work as effectively for countries where WhatsApp data is harder to access due to privacy regulations.

Conclusion

A WhatsApp number filter online is an essential tool for businesses and marketers looking to optimize their communication strategy. By ensuring that you only send messages to active WhatsApp users, you save time, reduce costs, and improve the effectiveness of your campaigns. Whether you’re managing a large customer base or conducting a targeted outreach campaign, using a number filter will streamline your efforts and help you achieve better results.

For anyone serious about WhatsApp marketing or communication, utilizing an online WhatsApp number filter is a smart and effective way to enhance your efforts and ensure that your messages reach the right audience.

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Introduction to WhatsApp Filter Messages Update Feature

WhatsApp Filter Messages Update Feature, The popular messaging platform, has recently rolled out a significant update to its filter messages feature. This update aims to enhance the user experience by providing better control over the messages received on the platform. In this article, we’ll delve into the details of this update, its key features, and how users can benefit from it. Understanding…

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[riitales]

Breakups Hurt | Choi Su-bong

Ch 2: tell me why it ended this way?

"I said i want to breakup with you." His voice was unusually cold and distant.

"no, you don't.."

"You don't know that."

Pairing: Choi Su-bong x female!reader

Genre: squid game au! exes to lovers!

warnings: cussing ig, angst ?! hurt/no-comfort, su-bong doesn't have his drug locket. no use of y/n. there's mostly thanos's real name is used. Flashback!!!

Note: idk if anyone would even like it 😭— anws, happy reading:)

Play: without me by halsey

The afternoon sun filtered through the office blinds as she stretched her arms, sighing at the break you had been looking forward to all morning.

"Come on," your friend nudged you playfully. "Fifteen minutes of freedom. Let’s make them count."

You both stepped out onto the street, the sky an unbroken stretch of blue, the road humming with life. People strolled by, chatting, some rushing back from their own breaks, others lazily enjoying the midday air. Your favorite shop was just across the street, skipping past a handful of others, but your pace slowed for a moment as you passed a familiar storefront.

The little gift shop was packed with charm—shelves lined with soft teddy bears, stacks of books in colorful covers, keychains that dangled like tiny treasures, and art supplies waiting for inspiration to strike. A mountain of heart-shaped pillows sat in the window display, as if inviting people to take comfort in their plush embrace.

Your friend suddenly nudged you again. "You always get distracted here."

You laughed, shaking your head before a particular plushie caught your attention. A teddy bear—plush and round—sat on a shelf, catching your attention with its outstretched arms. it has heart on it's chest and 'i heart u' was written on it.

Aw!

"Actually—" you were cut off by your friend who rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Yeah. Yeah, go. I'll be waiting."

You grinned at her.

He'll like it right?

Of course! Knowing him he'll like this just like he always do when you got him cute silly things.

You reached for it, fingers brushing against the velvety fur. But just as you lifted it, something else stole your gaze.

A delicate glass dome sat on a shelf just beside the teddy, its surface gleaming under the soft shop lights. Inside, a tiny couple stood together—a groom in a crisp black suit, a bride in a flowing white gown, hands almost touching. The details were breathtaking, from the gentle folds of her dress to the tiny bouquet clutched in her fingers. Golden confetti rested at their feet, ready to swirl at the slightest shake.

Your lips curled into a small smile. How pretty...

For some reason, a warmth settled in your chest. The little figures looked so peaceful together, frozen in their perfect moment. You hesitated, then gently tapped the glass, watching the golden flakes rise like a quiet blessing.

that's it. I'm buying it!

You think for a second before reaching into your jeans pocket for your phone. You opened the WhatsApp app, went to the favorites list, and then tapped on your boyfriend's and your chats.

You took the picture of the wedding couple globe in your hand and started typing. Okay, now—

What should I write?

You pause for a moment before a slow grin forms on your lips.

'this could be us'

You unintentionally bit your lips. You were just about to hit send when suddenly—

INCOMING CALL: Choi Su-bong <3

You raise your brow in surprise as a small chuckle escapes your lips. You pick up the phone quickly.

"Heya." You spoke softly over the phone.

"we should break up."

Su-bong claimed on the other end with a netural voice. You froze for a brief moment, your smile slightly flattering.

If he is joking, it is not funny. He should know that.

"Don't joke about things like that." You found yourself saying. Your previously peaceful, even happy, mood has been dampened by the possibility that he can just joke about such things.

"I'm serious. It's not working."

"Su-bong.. what- what the hell?" Despite your words, your voice lacks bite. Your frown deepens.

He sighs deeply on the other side.

"I'm sorry, okay? But we need to need breakup."

"It's not working? su-bong, what the hell? Are you serious— Hello? Hello??" You realized he had cut the call. Your heart races ahead. You pushed back your hair, which was bothering you. Your heart and mind are still in confusion.

It's— it's not a joke. You know. It's unlike of su-bong to joke about things like that. It is unusual for him to even prank you; you have always been the one who does things like that in your relationship.

You still don't understand what the hell did he meant by 'it's not working'.

Your eyes darted here and there, your mind racing, trying to figure out if it was something you did but could not find.

You exhale and look down at your phone, the picture you were planning to send him still waiting to be sent.

"hey. Hey. I'm so sorry but Could you please- cover for me? it's- it's kinda urgent." You said on the phone as soon as your friend picked up.

"Woah! Woah! Okay- okay! call me if you need me yeah?" She kindly replied.

To be honest, you feel bad about leaving her waiting for you, but you need to go see what is up with him suddenly calling you and asking—no, almost insisting that you two break up.

He should be at home right now.

You arrive at his location and quickly park your car before heading to the elevator.

You rang his apartment's doorbell. You waited for him to open, but your patience was running out. Your feet tap against the floor, and your jaw unintentionally clenches. If he was seriously pranking you, you would completely ignore him for a week! This is not funny, and he should know it. You waited a few seconds more before reaching into your purse to retrieve his apartment key.

You entered the apartment and walked into the living room. He was not here. You went to his bedroom.

And here he was. Looking out the window.

"What was that phone call about!?" You asked, slightly loud voice, though you tried not to.

"I thought I was clear."

"No, you weren't! What the hell you meant 'it's not working'? su-bong! I swear to god if you're joking—" Your voice was filled with irritation and a hint of anger.

"I said i want to breakup with you." He cut you off. His voice was unusually cold and distant.

Your whole demeanor flattered.

"no, you don't.."

Your voice had evened out. Saying as though you know what he want and what not.

"You don't know that."

You took a deep breath. You do not understand what happened that caused him to want to end his relationship with you. "su-bong— atleast look at me.. please"

He sighed heavily before turning around to face you. His eyes were as cool as his voice.

"is— is it something that i did..? If it is— then I'm sorry—"

"It's not you."

"Then what the fuck is wrong?" You yell in frustration. His curt replies, his refusal to explain why he wants to break up, all of this frustrated you.

"It's not working."

"Can you—" you sighed deeply, your finger pinching your nose bridge. Your head aches. "Would you please mind to explain why you suddenly woke up and think 'it's not working'?" You were extremely confused and angry about the whole situation.

"I can't do this anymore."

Is that why he has been distant over the last few weeks? You assumed it was because he needed space as his career was failing, but you still do not know what could have caused him to make such a decision.

"We're better off without each other anyways."

His words hurt more than anything. How easily he said them. Not even considering how you must have felt. How simple it was for him to say them.

Your emotions did not catch up until you were alone and silent in your own space. Your mind was still racing with thoughts about what he could have been thinking when he came to this conclusion. What made him believe you were better off without each other? You sat staring at the wall where your and Su-bong's photoframes were hung.

Is this it?

Was it the end of you and Su-bong?

No! He cannot simply ask you to end your relationship without providing a valid reason.

You reach for your phone and message him without thinking twice.

3:47 | you: can you please just talk to me?

3:47 | you: please! What's wrong!? you can't just break-up okay?! That's not how it works!

3:48 | you: I know you're seeing this

3:48 | you: su-bong please

3:49 | you: we can fix this. If you could just talk to me.

3:49 | you: please tell me what's wrong

3:49 | you: su-bong!??

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Marketing Tools:WhatsApp registration check software

As we all know, WhatsApp requires a phone number for registration, so once we confirm whether a phone number has been registered on WhatsApp, we can basically determine whether the person can be targeted in our WhatsApp marketing efforts.

Due to this specific registration method, many marketers in the past have collected phone numbers and added them in bulk, conducting marketing operations accordingly. This approach, however, is not very efficient or wise. The entire process is essentially based on luck, leading to low efficiency and a significant waste of human and material resources, which is why we don't recommend this method for verification.

If we could confirm whether a number is registered on WhatsApp before starting our marketing efforts and also gather relevant information about the corresponding account for filtering and adding, it would be much better.

The good news is, this is something we can actually achieve! First, let's clarify our goal: adding contacts is aimed at improving marketing, so the most important thing is to find more phone numbers of real WhatsApp users during the process of checking if the numbers are registered, rather than casting a wide net only to discover that many numbers aren't registered on WhatsApp or end up adding inactive accounts that never respond, which increases our workload.

At present, to achieve this result, all you need to do is use WhatsApp registration check software! It’s simple and convenient.

This software not only helps you identify which numbers are actively using WhatsApp among a large set of numbers but also extracts the corresponding account’s profile picture and signature. It even recognizes key details such as the user's age and gender based on this information, enabling you to carry out more targeted marketing operations. By obtaining more detailed data on users in the initial stages, you can better assess whether they are suitable for marketing, thus improving your conversion rate. When used correctly, this software can bring you more and longer-lasting customer sources!

WhatsApp Registration Check Software allows you to generate phone numbers from various regions using multiple methods, verify WhatsApp registration status via account login analysis, and present the results. The software, powered by Crownsoft’s custom program, offers more refined filtering of account information, including profile pictures, gender, signatures, and signature languages, and supports exporting the filtered data into .txt, .xls, .xlsx, or .vcf formats.

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To Those Who Wait 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, virginity loss, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are tired of being the safe one so you decide to pay for some excitement.

Characters: escort!Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett

Note: yeah, I couldn’t resist.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

'Morning, sunshine.' 

The sarcasm burns into every letter. You stick your tongue out and type your reply. You lay in the dim of your drawn curtains, still half-nestled in your bed. 

'Morning, sparky.' 

Curtis' response makes you giggle. 'Sparky?' 

No emojis. He's not the type. You laze despite the minutes ticking by. Your thumbs flick over the digital keys. 

'Give it but can't take it.' 

The next bubble has you breathless; 'oh I'm more than willing to give'. Oh, okay. You don't know how to answer that. You send a wink emoticon then prompty groan at your own cluelessness. 

You lock the screen and sit up. Is this what life is? Torturous obligation and cringey efforts to be normal. You want to send a message telling Curtis it's okay if he just gives up. You're a mess.  

You drag yourself out of your room. As you try to empty the reusable filter for the coffee grounds, you spill it everwhere. You need to start emptying it after use. Another missed checkbox. 

Your phone buzzes again. Great. You're sure it's just him calling you lame. You snatch the cell and go to swipe away the message but it isn't Curtis. 

WhatsApp. 

Hm. Maybe another recruiter cold messaging? 

You tap with your thumb, resolved to finally delete the app and wipe the slate clean. You just need to forget that mistake. If you can. 

The message waiting for you doesn’t bode well. 

‘Feeling thirsty yet?’ 

You stare at it. You can’t be sure it’s Hugh. The number isn’t the same, you would recognise the last few digits at least. The coffee machine spits out the last few droplets. You turn to grab your cup, the phone buzzing in your hand. 

You read with dread, ‘ah come on, just one more go.’ 

It has to be him. Who else could it be? What else could they be referring to? 

A video pops up and plays automatically. You click it to make it bigger as you try to make out what’s going on. Your heart drops and your phone nearly does too. You stare at the recording of yourself on the bed, undressing as you huddle near the top of the hotel bed. 

A cold splash sends a chill through you. You remember him turning on the speaker. He must have connected his phone but then you didn’t see what he did with it after that. You didn’t think to pay attention to that, you were too swept up in your own catastrophe. 

‘Let’s talk.’ 

Those two words spike your panic. What did you do? You’re so stupid and yet how are you surprised? Nothing ever goes right. How dare you even try to believe things could get better? That maybe Curtis could be something more than a disappointment. 

Loser. Loser. Loser! 

You want to bang your head on the counter. You want to scream. You want to crumple into a heap in cry. 

You don’t do anything of that. You simply key into the screen; ‘why?’ 

He sends a laughing emoji. Then a real message. ‘That’s what we’re going to talk about.’ 

Your eyes glaze with tears and you shake your head. He’s taunting you. Toying with you. This is all just an ego stroke for some narcissist that gets off on himself. Why else would he do what he does? Well, who are you to judge? You paid for his services. 

‘That cafe near your office. 12:30.’ 

You toss the phone on the counter like it’s acid. What the hell? How does he know where you work? How does he know there’s a cafe there? No, no, no. How does he know anything about you? Why does he care? 

You pace around hectically. You can’t stay still. You scratch your skin as if you might peel it off. An unbearable itch burns through you. You make a noise somewhere between a sob and a wretch. 

You reel in your doom, just enough to retrieve the cell from the floor. You shakily send a thumbs up. That’s all you can manage. Not a good job, just a confirmation. You’ll be there because you have no other choice. 

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Your morning is frantic. You have a thousand things to do at once. The phone calls are endless and Shania double-booked another reservation. Don’t you always get the happy job of informing the guests they have to rebook. Fun, fun, fun. 

The demanding customers are the least of your problems. Work at the Travel Agency can be downright agony but right now you prefer it to the alternative. It’s the rare instance where you curse the clock for going too fast. 

Usually, a trip down to the cafe is your relief. An indulgence on an especially stressful day. That day is more nerve-wracking than any but you don’t think a dose of caffeine would make it any better. You’re already rattling through to your bones. 

You reluctantly leave your desk. Your phone is firmly in your purse, where it’s been all day. You don’t want to look at it, even if it’s Curtis making it buzz. You just want to shut down. 

You take the stairs. You don’t want to be around other people though you realise the cafe will be busy with the lunchtime rush. You wonder if that’s deliberate. You get to the ground floor and make your way outside. 

You stop before the cafe. You peer along the tinted windows and your eyes stop on the singular familiar figure. There he is. Hugh. Somehow, he looks different than that night. How, you can’t say. He’s wearing a similar swear, a light robin’s egg blue, luxurious even. The sweater can’t be cheap given the small logo embroidered on one side of the chest. 

You enter and skip the line. You go straight to the table and stop behind the chair opposite...him. You cross your arms and glare at him. Hugh casually lifts his chin and smiles up at you. Your forehead wrinkles in disgust. 

“You look wound tight,” he sits up completely, the last consonant sharp. “Need help with that?” 

Your nostrils flare and you drag out the chair. You drop into the seat and push your elbows into the table. You lean across it and snarl, “what do you want?” 

He snorts, “I like that about. Always straight to the point... even when you have no idea what you’re doing.” 

Your cheeks tingle with heat and you look away. You push your shoulders back and shift in discomfort. Even as the bruises fade, if you think hard enough, you can feel that night still. 

“That boyfriend know about me yet?” He sips from the tall porcelain cup in front of him. You shake your head and put your eyes to the table. 

“Aw, well, I can’t blame you,” he clinks the cup down. “He wouldn’t be able to handle the competition. Would he?” 

“I have to get back to work so whatever you want, just say it.” 

He chortles again and hums, “I said I wanna talk. We’re talking. Isn’t it nice?” 

“I don’t have money if that’s what you’re getting at--” 

“Money? Hm, that’s real funny. Oh, you think... you think I’m desperate? I wanted some Balenciaga.” He flicks a finger up and down the mug handle. “Thanks for that, by the way.” 

You huff and shake your head, “and it’s better that you get off on embarrassing me? Well, I hope you’re enjoying it because you’ve done a great job.” 

You peek up at him and his grin slants. He leans an elbow on the table as he sits forward. His eyes crinkle as he considers you. 

“It’s not about money, not even about a joke,” he says. “It’s the way you squeezed me. The way you whined for me,” his voice lowers to a sultry rasp. “The way you drained me fucking dry. You know how many princesses I’ve had on my dick and they just lay there and--” He makes a motion with his hand, “dead fish.” 

You frown, “you’re gross.” 

“I’m secure in myself,” he argues. “Real rich of you to act like you didn’t like it when you came all over my fucking fingers. Didn’t even take much.” 

You rub your neck and stare out the window. Your stomach is boiling. You just want him to get his kicks and go. 

“It’s how I know you didn’t lie. About being a virgin, or whatever,” he says. “You know, you could’ve sold that yourself but I guess you were having some trouble finding a buyer--” 

“My lunch is almost over,” you grit out. “Get to it, Hugh.” 

He laughs louder than before. He scoops up his cup and drains it. “You’re so funny. Really. You make me laugh.” You glower and his smirks widens. “Alright, alright. Pretty simple, you probably already know what I want. Just one more time. I just need to feel it again. That grip--” He makes a fist and you scoff. 

“I told you I’m not interested--” 

“No? Not interested at all in your porn debut,” he taps his phone and you reach across to swat his hand back. 

“Why did you do that?” You hiss. 

“Woah, I gotta be safe. I record in case something goes wrong,” he pushes your hand away. “Lucky me, it went so fucking right. You know how many times I’ve watched it?” 

You groan and rest your head in your hands. You’re fucked. Utterly and totally. Likely literally. 

“Tonight,” he says. “Tell the goth boy you’re doing overtime.” 

You sit back and stare at him. Your chest pits and your eyes glimmer. It shouldn’t hurt so much but it does. You don’t want to lose Curtis, not yet. 

This is exactly why you didn’t want to get attached. 

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You don't text Curtis. You can't bring yourself to do it. You just leave him hanging. He'll probably assume your busy. You're sure he has something better to do. 

Just like most things in your life, it's over before it begins. Why did you let yourself believe it could be anything? After tonight, it definitely won't be. 

That time is different. You don't primp yourself or preen over whether you look good. Instead, you toss all those things you bought to do yourself up the first time in the trash. Everything but the condoms. 

You pace restlessly around your apartment. That's another violation. You offered another hotel. 'Your place.' The argument was short. Fuck. 

He can't come here. He can't do this. You can't do this. Not again. 

Your legs wobble and you teeter to the couch. You sit down and fold over your knees. You can feel the dull pain already. Back in that room, bawling as he pumps into you, scraping out your guts. 

You're going to be sick! 

You lurch up and run to the bathroom. You spew into the toilet and pant through the acidic saliva left in your mouth. You shut the lid and flush. 

You should leave the residue in your mouth. It might repulse Hugh enough to get rid of him. Yet if you don't rinse out the acidic flavour, you'll just hurl again. 

You brush your teeth slowly then look at yourself in the mirror. You look scared. You are but you look utterly terrified. Why is this happening to you? 

You're not stupid enough to think you're special. No, you're weak. He's a shark and he smelled blood in the water. He set you up for this. You were too nervous, too desperate, and too stupid to see through his ploy. 

Your phone buzzes. You ignore it, even as it thrums against the table noisily. If it's Curtis, you might just cry. 

The door buzzer chirps. Right. You push away from the sink and shudder.  

Your feet hit the floor clumsily and you walk as if you're wadding through thick mud. You hit the button as your stomach churns again. His voice adds to the broil of sickness. 

"Baby, I'm here." 

You press the button down without as response. You stagger away and linger by the door. You hear him coming down the hall. You open the door at the first knock. 

"Someone's eager," he snickers. 

You don't say a word. You step back. He enters and whistles. 

"Not bad. Cozy," he says. "Bouta get real cozy, huh?" 

You shut the door and lock it. He turns and examines the walls. You stare at him. 

"Jeez, baby, you got a knife or something? Looking like you're about to crack up over there," he taunts. 

That might have been a good idea if you weren't nervous of stabbing yourself in an attempt. Besides, he's a lot stronger. You remember how thick his muscle was, how easily he ignored your pleas. 

"Hospitable too," he sniffs and slips off his velvet loafers. "Whatcha got going on?" He struts further into the apartment. "Wine? Beer?" 

He goes to fridge and pops it open. You loom like a shadow against the wall as you tiptoe after him. He sucks his teeth as he examines the contents on the racks. 

"Ugh, boring," he remarks.  

"Don't drink," you croak. 

"You didn't seem to mind the wine," he shuts the fridge without his bounty. "Fuck, well, it'll be good. You'll like it better sober. Although I do prefer a sloppy fuck." 

You grimace. He makes no pretense as he continues his exploration. He strides past the living room and head through your bedroom door. 

"No cute jammies tonight, huh?" He calls through. 

You waft into the doorway like a ghost. That's what you are. You are hollowed out. You resign yourself, surrender yourself to ruin. It's all over. 

Goodbye, Curtis. 

"Looks like you don't got much in mind but don't worry, baby, I planned ahead," he faces you with a wink. "Wanna try something new?" 

No. You don’t want to do any of this. You glower. 

“Shit, baby, you keep looking at me like that and I’m going to have to wipe that look off your face... along with something else,” he grabs his crotch and growls. “Hard already, you know? Just thinking about what I’m about to do.” 

Your lip curls as disgust crawls up your back. “Just get it over with,” you murmur. 

“Trying,” his eyes flash dangerously. The retort makes you think of Curtis but he never spoke to you so harshly. 

You step out of the doorway before you can fall apart. Your breath clouds in your chest until it feels like someone’s standing on you. You let it out slowly as plays with the black cat figuring on your bookshelf. He scoffs, unimpressed. 

“So,” he faces you and tugs at the hem of his sweater, inching it up, “why are your clothes still on?” 

You glance away angrily. “Your phone goes in the drawer,” you point to the night stand. 

“Pfft, come on. I already got the good shots. What’s another dirty movie, baby? I gotta say, you look good on film--” 

“Put it in the drawer,” you insist.  

“Damn, don’t gotta be so mean, baby.” He snickers and wiggles his phone at you then puts it in the night stand. 

“I’m not your joke, so stop laughing at me.” 

“Lighten up. I’m not laughing at you, baby. I just...” He pauses as he pulls his sweater over his head. He wears a thin white tank underneath, his reddish chest hair peeking out the top. “How many women do you think hold my attention once I’ve been in ‘em? Let’s just say, we both had our first that night.” 

“Don’t try to flatter me,” you snip. 

“Girl,” he squares his shoulder and the humour flickers from his expression, “get your clothes off.” 

Your mouth twitches. You take a breath and turn away. You look down at the wrinkled blouse you wore to work. You’re sure he’s full of hot air, he’s just mocking you, especially since he’s wearing Calvin Klein and you’re in Walmart clearance. 

You unbutton it as you hear his clothing rustle softly. A shiver speckles across your back as you throw it in your hamper. Your pants go just as easily as you push down the elastic waistband. Another wave of nausea threatens but you keep it down. 

You unhook your bra as your bed squeaks. You keep your eyes down and step out of your panties. You pause as you dangle them over the basket. You blink away the heat in your eyes. Why did you run away from Curtis all those times? Why does it have to be Hugh? 

You spin and march over to him. He sits on the end of the bed, naked, knees wide. You reach for him, intent to be done with him, but he catches your hands and holds them away from him. 

“Uh uh, you really think it’s going to be that easy,” he sneers. “Oh, baby, I didn’t get any of that mouth.” 

Your lip quivers and your nose scrunches, “what?” 

“Don’t worry, it’s fun, baby. I can train you up for the sad boy,” he chuckles. 

“Shut up,” you twist away from him. “Don’t talk about him.” 

“Aw, what’sa matter? He don’t make you wet like I do, huh?” 

You stomp away and snatch the box of condoms from behind your dresser. You take one and bring it to him. He snorts. 

“You like the taste of rubber?” 

“Put it on.” 

“You think I’m dirty? You saw my test results.” 

“I don’t care,” you shove it into his chest. 

“Be a lot nicer if you tasted the real thing,” he huffs. 

You cross your arms and wait. He rolls his eyes and peels the wrapper open. He pinches the thick ring then presses the rubber to his tip. 

“Well, get on your knees. You’re the one so anxious to get this done with. Is the boy toy on his way? Scared he’ll catch—woah!”  

He lets go of himself and the condom rolls up just to his tip. He catches your hand before you can make contact with his cheek. “I told you not to talk about him.” 

“I like this zest,” He stands and raises your arms above you, “but you won’t like mine.” 

He spins you and pushes you onto the bed. You fall heavily and bounce, your teeth snapping down on your tongue. You whimper as he slides his fingers around his dick, pushing the rubber to his base. He climbs up on his knees, straddling you as he advances up your body. 

You push on his thighs as he gets higher. Once more, he has your wrists. He clasps them against the mattress, locking them above your head. You flail your legs and he laughs again. His other hand goes to his length and he strokes himself as he presses the lubed condom to your lips. 

“Open up for daddy,” he jeers and pushes until he meets your teeth. “I feel the hint of a nip and I’ll skip the kitty and go straight for the peach. Understand that, baby girl?” 

Your eyes widen as your bottom puckers. Your fear radiates from your gaze and draws another pleased hum from him. You open your mouth and close your eyes, gagging as the rubber smears lube across your tongue. 

He angles as he dips down, touching your reflex as he invades your throat. You choke and spasm under him as he wiggles his hips, testing your limits. You can’t breathe. 

He rears and you heave in before he blocks your airway again. He groans and tilts again. Thrusting in and out as you writhe. Tears crest along the brims of your eyes and your saliva smears around your mouth. Each time, he pushes a little further. 

“Fuck, baby, how is it just as good as the pussy?” He purrs as he clutches your hair, rocking over you as the smell of the condom adds to your revulsion. 

He pumps into you until you’re raw with agony. He lets go of your hands and you push on his hips, begging for him to stop. He doesn’t care. He just keeps going. He quakes and groan, grasping the blankets around your head as he fucks you your head into the bed. 

“Gahhh,” he pulls out of you so quickly you gag. 

You cover your mouth as he bounces over you. He rolls the condom off and keeps stroking himself. You’re surprised as he spurts his cum onto you, the slimy mess string over your knuckles and onto your nose and cheeks. You put your hand out to shield yourself as he grunts and sits back on his heels. 

“The hell?” You gasp. 

“I couldn’t fucking hold it, woulda split the damn thing in half,” he puffs as he cups his balls. “Speaking of splitting things in half--” 

You lift yourself on your elbows, trying to drag yourself out from under him. He snags you around your ribs and pushes you flat. “Where are you going?” 

“You just--” 

“Finished? No, that’s round one,” he snickers. “You don’t think I got a few tricks? I mean, a blue pill keeps me in business.” 

You curl your lip again and he laughs even louder. You glance up at the night table at the box of condoms. He sighs. 

“Fucking tight ass,” he hisses. “Want me to see if that’s literal?” You look at him and bare your teeth. He waves you off and climbs off you to grab the box. “Whatever. At least you had the good sense to get good ones.” 

You slowly sit up and wipe your face. He leans on one knee and slides on another condom. He quivers and exhales through his nose. He grabs your shoulder and nudges you. 

“Wouldn’t mind it from the back,” he says. 

You resist and he snarls, “relax. If I go through the back door, I might not get it out with you being so uptight.” He pinches your nipple cruelly. “Go on, show Ransom that booty.” You tilt your head curiously. Ransom? His eyes dart away, “you gonna listen to daddy or you want some spankings while I’m back there?” 

You move reluctantly. You roll over and he grabs your hips, guiding your ass higher as he jostles behind you. He drags his hands around your ass and down your thighs, then up again. He smacks you harshly so you feel the jiggle. You yelp and he guffaws. 

“Oh, fuck, should flipped you over the first time.” He gropes your ass and rubs himself against you. 

Your insides curdle. You hide in yourself. You try not to think about reality. Not about the desecration of your home, your safe space, of the place you made all your own. Nor the same being done to your body. To your relationship. 

Whatever, it was never going to last. 

He glides down between your cheeks, lingering as if considering it. You twitch and he snorts. He trails further down and presses against your cunt. He groans as he stretches you slowly. It isn’t easier. Not better. Not like they say. 

No, they say the first time is the worst. No, this is. This is torture. This is hell. 

He leans into you, grunting as you squeeze him, as your body resists his intrusion. He bends over you, his torso flush to your back, and thrusts. He impales you complete and you cry out. You push against him as your body racks in agony. 

He pumps again and you squeal louder. Fuck. Your fingers curl until your knuckles hurt. You hang your head and shudder. He rocks into you, playing with your hair as he nuzzles your nape. He puffs into your skin and it sends a roil of disgust through you. 

You sink down until your face is in the blankets. You crush your arms beneath you and drone into the bed. He hooks his arm under you to keep your ass up, rutting faster and faster. Your flesh claps like thunder, a never-ending cacophony. 

He growls and brings a hand under your chin, then his other. You wriggle as he squeezes your face and hooks his fingers in your mouth, pulling taught your lips. You arch your back and whine as he keeps his callous pace. 

You grab onto his arms as the strain in your lips feels as if it might tear. He lifts your head and you deepen the curve in your back, trying to balance him at both ends. His nose tickles the back of your ear. 

“Yeah, baby, squeeze me just like that. Ugh, that pussy knows what it wants better than you do,” he taunts. “Ugh, you latched on tight.” 

You can’t speak, you can’t shake your head, you can’t deny him in any way. 

“You feel so good,” he snarls. “The way you go me... fuck I feel it in my gut... I’m gonna...”  

He slides his hands from your mouth and wraps his arms around you instead; one at your neck, the other around your middle. He pulls you up with him and pounds relentlessly. The bed rocks furiously beneath you as your addled voice gurgles from your throat. The headboard knocks into the wall in a frenetic tempo. 

“Yeah, so good,” he rasps between deep breaths. “So good. Never... think I’d let you go, huh?” 

You hang from his embrace. Defeated. You did this to yourself. So take it. 

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[delulujuls]

birds of a feather | joost klein

hi, its me again. i know its been a hot minute since i posted here but literally i have no idea when the past month left.

anyway, im alive and i finally got a chance to write something, so here it is. its nothing that i used to post here i guess, but i it means a lot to me. while writing this i remembered all of those dark days that i managed to survive. and i guess, joost himself did too.

please, if you struggle with mental health or you just dont feel good at that moment, i do not recommend to read this. feel free to text me if you need to talk to someone.

remember that you are not alone. you can get trough everything as long as you have you.

je bent sterker dan je denkt

summary: joost is struggling with his mental health, but so do reader. but together its a bit easier to go through storm and its even better to look at the rainbow with someone dear by your side.

warnings: struggling with depression, ed, parents loss

pairing: fem!bff!reader x joost klein

Snow fell throughout the night, so the next morning, all of Leeuwarden woke up under a heavy, white blanket.

However, some didn’t get the chance to wake up because they hadn’t managed to close their eyes at all. One of those people was a girl laying down with open eyes in her dark room.

Despite having no desire, motivation, or strength, after a while she sat up in bed more than an hour before her alarm was set to go off. She wrapped herself in the blanket and closed her aching eyes. It felt as if someone had poured two bags of sand under her eyelids.

Her room was in complete darkness, with only the warm, yellow light from a streetlamp filtering in through the uncovered window. The whole house was silent, and nothing outside suggested that anyone else existed in the world but her. She could hear her tear-stuck eyelashes pulling apart with each blink.

She sighed heavily and rubbed her face with her hands before finally getting out of bed. She couldn’t afford to skip class; she had already accumulated too many absences recently. The last thing she wanted was to deal with her teacher, who kept repeating the same thing over and over— that she should talk to her parents, that she would call in a psychologist. Just let me live, woman, she thought. Or better yet, let me die.

With a soft groan of displeasure, the girl pulled off her warm sweats and quickly put on an uncomfortably cold shirt and hoodie. The jeans she put on were also unpleasantly cold and stiff. The chill around her cut to the bone.

When she went to the bathroom and turned on the light, she squinted with a grimace. She shuffled over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Nothing surprising stared back at her. Puffy, red eyes from crying, chapped lips, and skin irritated from a runny nose. She sighed and looked down, tying up her hair and turning on the tap, trying to make herself somewhat presentable.

When she finished, she didn’t look much better. The last thing she felt like doing was putting on makeup. A shower from the previous evening was the best she could manage. Before going downstairs, she grabbed her backpack and phone, glancing at the screen. Beside the clock, it was empty. Worried that maybe WhatsApp had failed, she opened the app and clicked on her last conversation. Joost hadn’t replied to her messages since the night before. She sighed and shoved the phone into her pocket. She knew she wouldn’t go straight home after class.

Not feeling like eating breakfast, she simply put on her shoes, jacket, and left the house. It was even colder outside, so she pulled her hood over her head and wrapped herself in a scarf. She couldn’t wear gloves—how else would she change songs, she thought, putting her tangled earphones in.

Even more snow had fallen than it seemed when looking out the window. It was still early, so the streets were covered in snow. The walk to the bus stop was exhausting. When she finally reached it, she realized she still had plenty of time to spare. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a drag. She pulled out her phone from the other pocket, changed the song, and opened her conversation with Joost again. Nothing had changed.

you could at least read my messages. that way, id know if you were alive 06:50

She typed with frozen fingers, holding the cigarette between her lips. The girl exhaled the smoke and sent the message, glancing at the cracked screen of her phone with faint hope. Nothing.

The phone that received the message vibrated on the bed. Its owner, however, wasn’t there but on the floor. Joost lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling. He tried to focus on breathing. Only on breathing. Only on surviving.

He had no idea what time it was, how long he had been lying there. Had he made it through the night, or was it still yesterday, or maybe already tomorrow? On both sides of his head were small, wet spots from the tears that had spilled from his heavy eyelids. He was like a defeated, fallen Gulliver, his tears carving out lakes.

He didn’t feel the cold, didn’t feel the pain in his back. He didn’t feel how badly his head hurt from crying or the emptiness in his stomach. He couldn’t remember when he last ate something warm, despite his sister and brother's urging, when he last took a shower, or held his phone. When was the last time he actually spoke to someone? A few hours ago? Or last month?

If looks could drill holes, there would already be a small but precise one in his ceiling. Only when he heard a knock on the door did he snap out of it. It was morning, and his room was filled with light. He had survived the night.

“I’m heading to work, want a ride to school?” his sister’s voice came from behind the door.

It took him about five seconds to remember how his vocal cords worked.

“No, I’ll manage.”

“Are you planning to stay home?”

Silence. On both sides of the door.

“I don’t want to have your school on my back, okay? You’ll go back to class after the weekend.”

Joost sighed in relief, closing his eyes.

“Thanks, really.”

“There’s breakfast on the table,” he heard her footsteps fade away. “Eat something!”

At that moment, he regained consciousness. With great effort, he managed to sit up and lean his back against the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands and clenched his fists in his hair. After a moment, he sighed and looked ahead. The clock on the bedside table showed a few minutes before eight. He hadn’t even heard whether his brother had returned from the night shift. It was as if he’d been in a trance all night, focused only on the passing seconds, taking minute by minute, hour by hour.

When he managed to climb back into bed, he pressed his cheek against the cold pillow and instinctively reached for the phone lying nearby. In the flood of notifications, he noticed more than ten messages from his friend. He felt a pang of guilt.

He swiped and entered their conversation.

you know we can always talk. you dont have to deal with this all on your own 00:21

i know. thanks 00:46

That was the last message he had replied to.

apparently you dont know, because youre doing it again 00:54

you always shut yourself off and dont let anyone in. why cant you understand that you matter to someone? 00:55

you act like youre deliberately torturing yourself, like you purposely want to take on all the fucking pain and show that only you are suffering. surprise, youre not the only one 01:00

im sorry. i didnt mean it like that. its just been hard for me too lately, and im worried about you. i didnt want to say that. im sorry.. 01:12

i want to help you, but i dont know how. how am i supposed to do that if you wont let me? 01:18

i cant imagine losing you, do you understand? 01:19

for fucks sake, theyd bury us together. i couldnt make it without you 01:20

let me help you, please. or at least dont shut me out 04:29

im worried, joost. please reply 13:54

Missed calls x7

you could at least read my messages. as it is, i dont even know if youre alive 06:50

im alive. im sorry 08:01

He replied, staring at the screen. He read her messages several times. He knew he could rely on her, that he mattered to her. But on the other hand, he couldn’t accept it. Him? Someone cared about him? Hey, wasn’t he just the funny, slightly chubby kid who always told silly jokes and made everyone laugh? That he had problems? What kind of problems could a teenager like him have?

She, however, knew that Joost had been through a lot. Losing his parents year after year can break anyone, let alone someone like him. Since she had met him in high school, Joost had always seemed like an extrovert, the center of attention, telling the funniest jokes with his booming voice. But beneath the surface, which he had built himself, lay an incredibly sensitive boy with a big heart. He was the kind of person children smiled at, and dogs ran up to for a pet.

Joost was like a gentle giant. He could pretend that nothing bothered him, that dumb jokes or words thrown around in laughter didn’t hurt. But every one of those words or situations lodged itself tightly in his mind like a pack of rats that couldn’t be driven out for anything. It was as if his body lacked the receptors for anger or aggression. He wished everyone he knew well, but the feeling wasn’t always mutual.

When he was younger, not long after his parents died, he was often mocked for being an orphan. The mean comments and jabs were so hurtful that he stopped attending classes. When someone pointed out that he seemed to have put on a bit of weight recently, he went a week eating nothing but apples, drinking water and smoking cigarettes.

Now, even though some time had passed since then, and he had been through several rounds of therapy, he still had periods like this. When all he wanted was to be alone and let the cold embrace of sadness surround him. To rest his head on the bony shoulder of depression and weep bitterly.

But it wasn’t to be, as he suddenly flinched, hearing something hit his bedroom window. He realized he had lost touch with reality again and had been staring at his phone’s dark screen for who knows how long.

Thinking he had misheard, he settled more comfortably on his pillow.

The girl squeezed the snow harder in her hands, forming a snowball. She took aim and threw it at his window again. When Joost replied to her message, she knew she had to seize the moment. She had skipped the last two classes and immediately went to her friend’s house. She wasn’t leaving until she talked to him.

She took aim again and threw another snowball at the window. This time with success, as moments later, she saw Joost looking out.

He wasn’t sure whether to believe his eyes, but his friend tapped her finger on her wrist, signaling that she had been waiting long enough. The corner of Joost’s mouth involuntarily twitched upwards, and he quickly went to open the door. He knew that if he didn’t, this psycho would keep throwing snowballs until the window broke, and she’d climb in through the tree. He preferred to avoid that.

He unlocked and opened the door, but before he could say anything, she threw herself around his neck and hugged him tightly. She was cold, and her hair smelled like frost, but she was so alive, so different from the bony arms of depression.

“Don’t do that again,” she mumbled, holding him close.

Joost felt all the air trapped in his lungs release as he closed his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his friend, resting his cheek on her head.

"You're letting the cold in," he said after a moment, trying to lighten the mood as the wind blew snowflakes inside. "Come on, get inside."

A few moments later, the two friends were in Joost's room. It was clear that cleaning up was the last thing on his mind. The girl glanced around and silently began picking up the scattered clothes from the floor.

"Please, leave it," Joost groaned, collapsing onto the bed. "I'll do it later."

"If you're not going to help, then go take a shower," she replied, putting the relatively clean clothes back into the closet and setting the dirty ones aside near the door.

"I'll do that later too," he mumbled, rubbing his face with his hands. Only now did he start to feel how utterly exhausted he really was.

"We both know how that will go," she said pointedly, casting a glance his way. He sighed, feeling her gaze on him.

"I'm too tired. I just can't."

The girl hung up his coat and sat next to him. Joost looked at her face. Only now did he notice her puffy, swollen eyes, sunken cheeks despite the rosy flush from the cold, and chapped lips. He recognized the look.

He immediately recalled one of the messages she had sent him. You're not the only one suffering.

"What happened?"

He furrowed his brows and sat up, studying her face carefully. She knew exactly what he meant. Joost saw the same exhaustion in her that she often saw in him.

She sighed and lowered her gaze.

"I haven't been feeling great these past few days. But you probably know what I mean."

This time, it was his turn to lower his gaze. He didn't know what to say.

He didn't need to say anything.

She moved closer and hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Joost desperately hugged her back, holding her in a bear-like grip.

"I'm sorry," he muttered after a while, still holding her. His voice trembled. "I should be supporting you, but instead, I'm just a burden. It's the only thing I'm good at."

"You're not a burden, Joost," she protested, pulling back slightly to look at him, emphasizing her words. "We should be supporting each other. No one else will understand us better than we understand each other. We're in this together."

At some point during her words, two large tears rolled down Joost's cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry," he said, burying his face in his hands, knowing that those two tears were just the beginning. On top of feeling miserable, guilt now added to the weight. It's not that he was unaware of his friend's struggles with mental health—he knew, just as she knew what he was going through. On most days, both of them were cheerful and lively, the life of the party. But sometimes, for a few days, a week, or even two, their light would go out. Depression was a grim lighthouse keeper.

She hugged him again, holding him tightly. Joost clung to her as if she were a lifeline.

"Everything will be okay," she whispered, stroking his hair.

"Everything will be okay," he echoed. "We'll get through this."

They sat there in silence for an undefined amount of time, wrapped in each other's arms.

"I'm not joking about that shower," she said after a while. "I guarantee you'll feel better."

Joost sighed and pulled away from her, nodding. He stood up and went to his closet, grabbing some clean clothes.

"You don't have to clean up, really," he said, glancing at her one last time before reaching for the door handle.

"And wash your hair too," she replied, standing up and continuing to organize his clothes. She looked at him and gave him a small smile, nodding her head to tell him to go and not to worry about the rest.

"Thank you," he returned her smile and went to take a shower.

When he came back, he looked much better. He also felt better. His room no longer resembled a battlefield. Clothes and trash no longer littered the floor, dirty dishes were gone, and the bed was made. But his friend was nowhere to be seen.

Joost peeked out of the door and, hearing movement in the kitchen, went downstairs. His friend was putting dishes into the dishwasher.

"This is probably for you," she said, pointing to some sandwiches wrapped up on the counter.

"I doubt I can eat anything," he replied, glancing apologetically at her. After a moment, he wondered if she had eaten. She also had trouble with eating sometimes. "But I'll eat if you eat with me."

"That won't be enough for us."

"I know, but we can make pancakes."

The girl smiled at his suggestion and nodded.

A few moments later, the kitchen filled with the smell of frying pancakes and the sound of easy conversation. The kind of conversation that, after a storm, offers a glimpse of normalcy. Joost flipped the pancakes while his friend sliced fruit they had found in the fridge. The warm atmosphere began to chase away the heavy clouds.

They weren’t alone. Even when they craved solitude, they weren't isolated. They had each other.

The girl unintentionally glanced at her friend, and noticing his damp bangs falling into his eyes, she pushed them back from his forehead with a gentle hand. Joost smiled at her gesture, unable to help it. She smiled too.

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone Can't change the weather, might not be forever But if it's forever, it's even better

Neither of them said it aloud that afternoon, but in the quiet corners of their minds, they both thought how grateful they were to have each other.

[ghost-avarits]

[🇬🇧 bad English]: Maybe I don't draw that well, I don't know anatomy yet or maybe perspective or things like that but at least I try to learn on my own, well that's just what I think of myself. Here's a drawing of "Mario and the Music Box" if anyone hasn't played or seen that fan game, I recommend it, but be careful if you're sensitive because it contains very explicit gore.I tried my best with what little I know, but oh well.

(P.S.: I had to put a little WhatsApp filter on the image because the light in the house wasn't helping me)

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WhatsApp number checker free tool

In today’s fast-paced digital world, WhatsApp has become one of the most popular messaging platforms globally, boasting over 2 billion users. Whether for personal communication or business marketing, WhatsApp’s reach is undeniable. However, verifying the validity of a WhatsApp number before using it can save time and effort. This is where a free WhatsApp number checker proves invaluable.

A free WhatsApp number checker is a tool designed to determine whether a specific phone number is registered on WhatsApp. This tool can be particularly beneficial for businesses, marketers, or individuals looking to avoid messaging inactive or non-existent numbers. Let's explore how such tools work, their benefits, and why you might want to use one.

How Does a Free WhatsApp Number Checker Work?

A WhatsApp number checker works by cross-referencing the number provided with WhatsApp’s servers to see if the number is associated with an active account. The process is quick and straightforward:

Enter the Number: Input the phone number you want to verify, ensuring it is in the correct international format (including country code).

System Check: The tool will automatically ping WhatsApp’s database to see if the number is linked to an active WhatsApp account.

Instant Results: Within seconds, you’ll receive feedback indicating whether the number is connected to WhatsApp or not.

Why Should You Use a WhatsApp Number Checker?

Avoid Wasted Messages: If you’re conducting marketing campaigns via WhatsApp, sending messages to numbers not registered on the platform is inefficient. By verifying numbers beforehand, you can ensure your messages reach the intended audience.

Increase Response Rates: For businesses, higher engagement often translates to better customer satisfaction and improved conversion rates. By ensuring you are messaging active WhatsApp users, you increase your chances of receiving responses.

Save Time and Resources: Whether you are running a business or simply reaching out to friends or family, it is always better to know if a number is valid on WhatsApp before sending messages. It saves time and eliminates the guesswork of whether your message will be seen.

Data Accuracy for CRM Systems: Many businesses integrate WhatsApp communication into their customer relationship management (CRM) systems. A number checker ensures the data you have is up-to-date and accurate, keeping your CRM clean and efficient.

Key Benefits of Using a Free WhatsApp Number Checker

Completely Free: Many of these tools are available online for free, making them accessible to anyone. There’s no need to invest in expensive software just to verify a number’s status on WhatsApp.

Ease of Use: These tools are typically user-friendly, requiring minimal effort. Simply input the number and let the tool do the rest.

Quick Results: Most free WhatsApp number checkers provide results in real-time, allowing you to verify numbers quickly and get on with your task.

Global Access: These tools often support international numbers, making it convenient for businesses or individuals with global contacts to verify WhatsApp availability across different countries.

Potential Limitations

While free WhatsApp number checkers are convenient, they come with certain limitations. For example, some tools may have usage limits, or the accuracy of the results may vary depending on the service provider. Additionally, WhatsApp’s privacy policies may restrict certain tools from accessing detailed account information.

Conclusion

A free WhatsApp number checker is an essential tool for anyone looking to streamline their communication efforts on WhatsApp. Whether you’re a business aiming to improve marketing campaigns or an individual checking the status of a friend’s number, using such tools can save time and ensure your messages reach their destination. With quick results and simple usage, these tools are indispensable in today’s connected world.

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