#id post the selfie again but i already have

[vaguely-yandere]

hi its me again (also you should totally make a twitter acc, id follow:D)

im thinking abt how playboy yan would react to you giving romantic attention to someone other than them, or how would they react to someone asking you out literally infront of them (THE AUDACITY)

they would totally say some shit like “do you know who i am?” or “talk to them- no- breathe around them ever again and i’ll rip your vocal cords from your throat.”

or maybe someone of the same social and wealth status flirts w darling? id just love to see them squirm and think so hard abt how to kill their new love rival.

also them not being able to get even a smidge of pleasure from sex w others because as they said “you ruined sex for me, i cant even cum if you’re not touching me. seriously, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

and maybe they’re usually a dom top but you just make them melt so much that they are nothing but needy little puppy in your hands i just- 😫

eeee playboy yan whos always so cool, so collected, so suave because they literally have zero worries! if they embarrass themselves at a party or whatever, its no biggie, everyone signed an NDA anyway! so when they end up smashing a glass because they saw you flirting with someone, a giant smile on their face despite eyes screaming with rage, everyone just awkwardly laughs and tries to diffuse the situation, breaking some bottles of their own, just trying to keep the party going!

of course, the glass breaking startles you but youre a touch oblivious. you didn't know theyre going crazy because of you! so you continue talking to this sweet, attractive, rich socialite that seems very touchy and show offy but hey! they have the same interests as you and theyre kinda sweet!

playboy yan gets fucked up. drinking, smoking, injecting, anything to get their mind off the extreme rage they feel every single time you smile at that fuckers, every single time you laugh, touch their arm, share a fucking joint with them, it isnt fair. they try to console themselves (and make you jealous) by inviting someone else into bed, loudly and obnoxiously flirting with them but without your presence near them, they just cant seem to remain aroused but theyre still pissed, theyre blood is still rushing, a cutie is still kissing their neck, so fuck it! they try, they really fucking try to cum and they end up roughing up the poor stranger more than they wanted to but they do end up cumming after a good while of straight edging. the strangers face hidden with a pillow, ass up, probably gagged, anything to keep their identity hidden so playboy and imagine its you under them instead of this fuckin asshole (apologies random background character)

and if you post a selfie with this rival? even if theyre just in the background? mention them anywhere? playboy yan will absolutely kidnap you and try to show you how perfect they are for you. it doesnt really feel like a kidnapping at first, because playboy yan is just letting you do whatever you want under the guise of 'hanging out' but if you try to end it? theyll suddenly suggest going to your favorite store, going to a club, having dinner at your favorite place, anything to keep you close to them and if you keep refusing, their intentions finally become clear and well, youll have no choice but to go to a hotel or house with them. theyll insist on taking millions of pictures with you, sometimes just of you and its kind of flattering but still.

if you go to a hotel, its fucking fancy. multiple rooms, fully stocked everything, private hot tub and pool, giant bed, closet full of clothes exactly in your style, the fridge is only full of your favorite foods no matter how expensive they are, if you have a habit of making wishlists and stuff then everything is there. skincare products, clothes, shoes, perfume, gadgets, books, a gaming set, plants, art supplies, literally everything. its perfect. and playboy yan gets room service, the TV is already playing your favorite show and playboy yan is just staring at you, squirming in their seat in front of the giant walk in closet, begging you to give them a little fashion show.

and who are you to refuse?

each outfit leaves playboy yan more and more desperate, teeth sinking further into their bottom lip, eyes basically vibrating from trying to take in every inch of your being, nails digging into the arms of their chair, an absolute, desperate mess. eee so so cute!!! <33 just imagining them on their knees in front of you, begging you to just fuck them with expensive fabrics draping across your body, hugging all the right places.

and you KNOW playboy yan is protective. if yall have any sort of relationship, platonic or even just acquaintances, and someone flirts with you or makes you smile for too long or worse, annoys you, playboy yan will be right in their face in seconds, fists bleeding from their manicured nails digging into them, an insane and dark look in their eyes as they ask if this idiot even knows who the fuck theyre talking to.

"do you know who i am? do you know whos boat your on? do you- actually, let me answer these questions for you! you dont! clearly, you dont know a fucking thing because otherwise, you wouldnt be talking to them! haha, who the fuck do you think you are, huh?! tell me! i wanna fucking know what kind of ASSHOLE does this shit at my fucking party!" theyll screech, laughing loudly the entire time, grin never faltering while they back this stranger into a corner before trying to beat them up, only stopping if you pull them away or yell at them to stop, security having to escort the stranger off the boat. if you and playboy yan are 'involved' at this point, theyll banish everyone else off the boat and spend the rest of the day begging for your approval and praise, throwing glasses and a giant fit if they dont get it.

i just love it when yanderes go fuckin crazy!!!

#yandere x y/n #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #playboy yandere

[ooppo]

I don't have any fun secrets but I have a spicy story instead?

So there's this gay club where I live and by literal pure coincidence I ended up having a thing with the bouncer there. When he checked my ID he made a comment that my friend interpreted as flirting which then made me consider asking him out. I was too much of a coward to do it in person so I texted him if he wanted to hook up without getting to know one another (I'm bad at commitment). He said he'd love to but he has a girlfriend. Still asked me for some selfies so he'd know who I even am.

Fast forward a few days, he texts me again, we start flirting, he tells me he's not been happy in the relationship for months. Out of pure horniness we end up setting a date to hook up the next day (I honestly kind of forgot about his girlfriend at that point). He comes over and as he's already sitting on my bed he tells me that 'by the way, I'm not cheating on anybody. I'm single now.' Aka he broke up with his ex literally the day before he came over to my place.

We had fun for about a week and a half. In that time he got much much worse mentally, so much so that he needed a week or two away from me cause it felt like he replaced his ex with me and he didn't want to feel like he's in a relationship again.

I was fine with that. Waited two weeks to text him and ask how it's looking. Tells me he still wants to get to know me platonically (which we talked about before), but he needs distance a little longer.

Okay, cool. Sucks, but whatever. I basically try to forget about him, cause something very similar happened to me before and that time ended with the guy saying he's not in the right spot for any kind of relationship (not even platonically or purely sexual).

This past weekend (more than 5 weeks since I last saw the guy and 4 weeks since he said he needed a break) I went to the club again and saw him. Chatted a bit, I made some flirty comments and later pulled him aside to talk a bit more. He then drops a bomb on me which is that him and his ex are trying to find a way to make it work between the two of them.

Keep in mind that a week after he broke up with her, her best friend (a regular at the club) got kicked out and told my guy that his ex was cheating on him for months. Also keep in mind that his ex was actually a huge lesbian (which he knew).

And yet he's still trying to find a way to make it work??

I know why he's doing it. He's still in a deep hole and needs that stability back. It's just so crazy to me and I was so stunned when he told me.

Anyway, love you Oppoo. Keep up the great posts. <3

#HUHHH

[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; 6

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 3.1k+

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

warning/s | cliffhanger(?), mentions of the accident, nightmare, an overthinker

note | I'M BACK!!! it's been months and I am so sorry for the lack of update. But now, I'm here with an update! I chose to divide this chapter into two-part as I don't feel like squeezing everything into one post. I'm scared that it will be too much for both me and the readers. 6.5 will be posted in the following week! Anyways, here it is! Let me know your thoughts :))

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Breathe in, breathe out.

You let out a deep sigh with your last exhale. As expected, you did not have any proper sleep. After having a so-called dinner with Taehyung, you tried to busy yourself by emptying your half-filled hamper and cleaning your room. When you were finishing your laundry, Taehyung only passed by in the small laundry room, saying he will go to his bed. You nodded and said good night.

At that point, you cannot help to think that you two were basically housemates. But you just shake it off your head and get back to your chore. Then, you tried cleaning your room at ten in the evening. You were wiping your vanity mirror and vacuuming your floor as quietly as you can. You did not know how many minutes have passed when you found yourself staring at your and Taehyung’s framed pictures. Travel photos, candid selfies, and a wacky one.

It took a few pages of reading an old novel you found under your bed before setting it aside and falling asleep on your bed. Then, you found yourself standing in the same waiting shed near the hospital. The awfully familiar one. It was night. Two ambulances drove by. You felt your phone vibrating in your bag so you reached for it. The caller ID was all blur. Although confused, you answered. 

Taehyung. Accident. Taehyung. Accident. Taehyung. Accident. Taehyung. Accident.

Two words are repeated over and over again. It was getting louder and louder. You don’t know what was happening and you wanted to scream. Everything that was in sight: the road, the moving cars, the hospital, is all getting swallowed by this jet-black empty wave.

Then, you woke up, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You leaned on the headboard, sitting up, while your eyes moved around your room. The rising sun was peeking through your curtains and you looked to your bedside table and see that it was only fifteen past five in the morning.

“Good morning, I guess,” you spoke to yourself as you get off the bed.

You knew you are not going back to sleep again. So, you reached last night’s book on your bedside table and walked out of your room to prepare yourself a cup of tea.

Exactly six in the morning, Taehyung’s phone rang as he set this specific alarm days ago when he had his day planned for Lily’s visit. But he was already awake, since almost half an hour ago. He was just lying down, setting his eyes on his cream-colored ceiling. The thoughts in his head are all popping up all at once.

FRIENDS. Lily. Break. Communication. Cheesecake recipe and ingredients. Bakery. Morning. The engagement ring in his closet. You. Communication. Lily. 4 PM. 6 AM. Tulips. Pink. Ross and Rachel. Secret.

He had the same thoughts last night when he tried to sleep after watching that old-school sitcom with you. But, he ended up shifting to different sides of his bed. So, he thought of maybe digging up in his closet for that ring. And when he found it, he sat on the edge of his mattress. He still has the same question he had when he first took notice of it:

Who was it for? Lily? Or you?

He was fiddling with the ring between the tips of his fingers before he decided to put it back in its box and place it back in his closet. It only took him minutes of staring at nothingness when his eyes slowly shut down.

Then, he woke up out of the blue. He swore he saw a woman waking him up in his dream but her face was blurred and every other detail was forgotten the moment he woke up. After watching the boring ceiling again until his alarm sounded, Taehyung decided to get up and do his original plan.

“Good morning.”

He almost jumped when he heard your calm voice since he was wiping his eyes, distracted, as he walked into the kitchen. There, he spotted you on the counter with an open book and an empty cup with a teabag in it. Taehyung did not expect you to be up this early even though you said last night that you were going to fix your sleep schedule. 

“Morning.” he greeted back. “How was your sleep schedule?”

“Shitty.” you snorted before standing up. “Oh, excuse me.”

He was reaching for the jar on one of the cabinets above the sink when he felt you squeezing yourself in the narrow space in front of him. So that you can put your cup in the sink. He tried to make more space by stepping back but it was useless as the kitchen island was there. It was a quick and close interaction, nothing but innocent. He even took a whiff of a pleasing fabric conditioner from you; lavender and vanilla. Maybe it was because you did some laundry last night, but it strangely made him pause for a second. Dazed. Especially when you turned around, meeting his gaze while he remained frozen.

“I can make you tea.” you offered with a smile. 

Your eyes sparkled and it was like his heart beats faster. You were waiting for him to answer while still maintaining eye contact with him. For the first since he woke up from the accident, he felt nervous with you. Not awkward, not scared. Nervous as he scans every feature of your face. From your raised eyebrows, and bright eyes, down to your nose and soft smile. He gulped when he realized he was drifting away mentally. He took a step to his side, welcoming more space between you two.

“Ah, yeah. S-Sure.”

What the hell? Why did I stutter?! He internally scolded himself, scratching the back of his neck. Taehyung tried to distract himself, looking around the room. And when he spotted a loaf of bread, he immediately took it.

“D-Do you want some toast?” he bit his inner cheek when he realized he stuttered again.

“Sure.” you shortly answered, pouring hot water into a cup.

So, he did toast enough bread for both of you. You also made another tea for yourself after Taehyung’s. Just like your other mornings before you two got busy at work, he sat beside you on the chairs. When he placed a plate of toasted bread and eggs on the counter, you immediately took one and smeared strawberry jam on it.

“Here.” you handed it to him like it was already a habit of yours.

“Thank you.”

You nodded and made your own. After having a bite, you broke the silence. “I will shop for groceries possibly next week. If you need anything, you can tell me or list it down.”

“Can I come with you?” he asked, not wanting you to be alone with the chores here. He watched you doing all of it in his first weeks back.

“Sure. But not now. Maybe on Wednesday.” you shared. “Jisoo is having her bachelorette party later.”

Taehyung’s eyebrow raised, “Really?”

“Yep.” you responded, popping the ‘p’, before taking a bite.

Then, he remembered Namjoon’s bachelor party. Namjoon dropped by the bakery days ago just to tell them about it. It’s tomorrow. It is the only day his close friends are all available. So, he agreed to have it a day later than his future wife. He said it will not be a wild party. Although Taehyung wants to celebrate with his friends, the idea of drinking and maybe going to some loud places is uncomfortable. So, he didn’t assure Namjoon about it, to which he agreed, saying that it was no pressure.

“Namjoon is having his party tomorrow,” he told you. “I don’t know if I am going.”

“Hm? Why so?”

“I’ll probably not have fun. Jimin told me Namjoon’s other friend is planning to take us to a concert and that’s too loud. I think I’ll end up having a headache.” he smiled sadly.

He tried not to sound sad. He misses going to social events that play loud music. But, he cannot enjoy such a thing now without having a headache. You, on the other hand, can see through him. You know him and you know that after going through big changes these last few weeks, he is missing a lot of things.

“Do you miss going to parties?”

He put on the same smile and gave a small nod.

“Don’t worry, we can have a party for two here.” you tried cheering him with a gentle statement. 

You looked at him and lines formed between his eyebrows. You smiled and reached for your teacup and gently tapped it with his, producing a small sound.

“Our own quiet, little tea party here.” you quipped.

Taehyung’s lips formed a genuine grin before he did the same thing with his cup too. He took a sip from it and enjoyed the quiet minute with you. You two were already cleaning up when you spoke again,

“I might go last minute shopping later at 3 PM since the party is at 8. I’m thinking of visiting the bakery after I shop?” you mumbled like you were asking permission.

“Yeah, su–” 

Taehyung paused when he realized what is going to happen today. Lily will be visiting today at 4 and you don’t know it.

“Yeah, no.” he tried to express it as calmly as he can, not trying to sound harsh. “You know…Uhm… It’s Saturday. The bakery may be busy today. I’m sor–”

“Oh, no. It’s fine, Tae. I understand.” you cut him off before he can apologize.

“Uhm, I-I should go shower. I have to bake something early today…” he excused himself when he felt a tinge of guilt in him.

When you replied a small okay, he walked back to his room. Under the shower, he tried to focus on the Cheesecake recipe he’s been planning to do for Lily’s visit. But you keep coming inside his head. Why are you so nice? Should he tell you about Lily? Isn’t it too late already? And why the hell did he stutter when you were just offering to make him a cup of tea? 

In the end, he left your shared home with just a simple goodbye to you. You were watching some movie on the television when he left. You waved your hand at him and wished him safety. While on the bus, he spotted the flower shop he always passed by. He also made plans connected to it: to buy pink tulips for Lily. he knows that it is her favorite flower. But thinking about it now, when you keep on popping in his mind for some reason, he feels strangely guilty.

“Good morning.”

Their entrance bell clung as he walked into their shop. Jimin’s bright greeting followed. Taehyung, still distracted, greeted back. And Jimin quickly took notice of it. He followed his best friend as Taehyung entered their kitchen.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

Taehyung was bringing out ingredients as he answered, “Lily is coming today.”

“Yes, I know,” Jimin replied. “What’s the problem with that?”

His best friend paused with a deep exhale, “Y/N.”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he heard that. He was about to say something when Taehyung spoke again.

“No, not Y/N. But it involves her.”

“What did she say?” Jimin asked.

“What?” Taehyung asked back, more confused.

“What did she say when you told her about Lily?” Jimin repeated with clarification.

“She still doesn’t know.”

Jimin’s lips gaped open with his eyes screamed more confusion. He held his forehead like he can feel a headache coming. He thought Taehyung finally told you. 

“I cannot tell her, Jimin. At first, I think that telling her about it is just pointless. But now, I don’t know why I feel like I should tell her. But it also feels like it’s already too late. I feel like telling her would bum her out and I cannot do that, especially today. Jisoo’s bachelorette party will be her first night out after taking care of me ever since I got into that accident. I don’t want to ruin that… I don’t know. I cannot think of a reason why I should tell her but I feel like I should.”  Taehyung rested his arms on the table, looking down the floor.

Jimin frowned as he eyed his friend sympathetically. Pursing his lips, he tried to think of something to say but nothing came up. He waited for Taehyung to say something again. Instead, Taehyung shook his head and got back to what he was doing.

“No, it’s just a talk.” He whispered like he was assuring himself.

The day went on. Taehyung juggled his time baking different pastries. Jimin managed all the chores outside the kitchen. Taehyung would be taking some short breaks and helping to wipe tables and moping the floor. He would still pause if he get headaches. But it was just short ones and he will go back to baking. 

“What time is she coming again?” Jimin asked after a customer left.

“Four.”

Jimin eyes his watch, seeing that there are still thirty minutes left. “Hmm… Okay. Are you done with your cheesecake? Can I help you with anything?”

“I’m already finished. The cheesecake is in the fridge.” 

Taehyung removed his apron, finally cleaning himself and his work table from the mess. Jimin can tell something is still messing with his friend's mind. Significantly when Taehyung paused and glanced at him for a couple of seconds. So he told him,

“Just tell me what’s going on in your head.”

Taehyung sighed. His shoulders slumped as he asked, “When was the last time you saw Lily?”

“When I visited you guys in your apartment,” Jimin answered casually, leaning on the doorframe.

“My apartment?” Taehyung repeated after a few seconds of silence, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Yeah, the one that was like five blocks away from here. The one where you and Lily lived together.“

“What?! When was that?” Taehyung was intrigued with pure shock and confusion. He doesn’t have any memory of living with Lily. “You never told me anything about that.”

“I thought you knew about it,” Jimin replied in a defensive tone and Taehyung shook his head, still in shock. “It was–”

The bell above the entrance door of the shop clung, signaling that there was a customer. 

“I’ll get that first,” Jimin said before turning his back to the kitchen. He walked back to the counter, ready to serve the customer when he recognized who it was despite its new hair color.

“Hi, Jimin.” 

“You know what? Just buy them all.”

With two different outfits in each hand, you stood in front of Jisoo. The bride herself joined you in your last-minute shopping when she learned that you will be doing it alone. So now, being the more stylish one between you two, you let her judge your outfit choices for her party later.

“In no way I am buying two dresses for a single night.” you chuckled while looking at the dresses too. 

Both are tempting for your sight. One is a long-sleeved low-neck sequinned dress while the other is a mini blazer dress. You and Jisoo have been deciding between the two for almost fifteen minutes now.

“Just think of it as a gift to yourself, okay?”

“And why would I even buy myself a gift, Jisoo? It’s not my birthday.” you rolled your eyes.

You hear your friend sigh, shaking her head, before answering you again: “Y/N, you literally are an overworked nurse for this past month.”

“I was on a break for a whole month–”

“Because you had to take care of your boyfriend. So yeah, a nurse, a caregiver.” she cut you off with her last sentence as a sarcastic remark. Before you could say anything again, she swiped the dresses off your hands. “If you won’t buy these, I will just pay for them myself.”

Hearing that, you immediately followed her before she can get to the counter, “Okay, okay! I’ll buy it!”

So you did. A nurse, a caregiver. Jisoo clung to your arm as you two strolled to the mall. She was sharing stories about her wedding preparations drama. You were trying to listen but somehow those words stayed in your head, forming questions.

“By the way, are you going to buy shoes too?” Jisoo asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head, “Oh, n-no. These clothes are enough.”

Unfortunately, your best friend is quick to pick up on your tone and expression. So, she stopped walking and turned at you. Lines formed between your eyebrows as she puts both her hands on each of your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” 

“Of course!” you answered with conviction in your tone. You thought saying a joke would ease her off, “I am just thinking of the money I spent for these.”

“Don’t. You deserve it!” she uttered with complete assurance. “I swear if you’re not buying shoes because of that–”

“No, I don’t think I need to buy a new one, Jisoo. It’s fine, I still have something to wear!” you chuckled. You were about to pull her to the nearest spa when you spotted a familiar guy coming out of the store behind Jisoo.

“Is… that Jimin?” you asked Jisoo, making sure that you are seeing right.

“Oh, yeah– Hey, Jimin!” your friend immediately waved her hand when she saw your friend.

Jimin’s eyes slowly widened as he recognized both you and Jisoo. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He seems as surprised as you too. Taehyung told you earlier that the bakery is packed at this hour so you were immediately curious about what he is doing in the mall.

“Oh– H-Hey, ladies.” he stammers as he walked in your direction. “What’s up?”

“Oh, we’re just shopping for this one’s outfit for my bachelorette party later!” Jisoo replied.

Jimin was avoiding your eyes and you know it. Yeah, his eyes landed on you for like a second but you saw his lips twitch after that.

“Yeah. How about you, Jimin?” you asked, trying to sound normal, not suspicious.

His adam’s apple bobbed up and down, “Oh. Uhm… I… I am just looking for a new… New… Apron!”

Both you and your best friend squinted your eyes with Jimin’s sudden exclamation. You raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat,  “I mean, apron. I accidentally burnt my favorite one so I thought of looking here while the bakery’s not that busy.”

While the bakery’s not that busy.

Recalling what Taehyung said, they clearly contradict. It feeds on your overthinking, which immediately produced questions and thoughts. Did Taehyung lie to you? Does he don’t like the idea of you visiting the bakery? Is he having enough of you at home that he doesn’t want to see you out of it? Are you suffocating him?!

“Y/N?” Jisoo called you.

You blinked, “Yep?”

“Let’s go?”

You were so out of your thoughts that you did not notice Jimin already left. You probably just waved your hand and nodded mindlessly when he bid his goodbye. 

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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[glittercleric]

help a disabled queer pay their rent + move for work

[ID: Selfie of OP, a white nonbinary person with shoulder-length red hair and glasses wearing a black t-shirt. End ID.] 

This is a remake of a similar post I made a while back, apologies.

Hi,

my name’s Ina, I’m a queer, disabled trans person from Germany and I’m starting a great apprenticeship in my dream city soon! However, I’m running into some funding issues and could use some help.

After a long, grueling search on an extremely tense market, I finally have an apartment lined up and the moving costs + deposit covered. But I will have to move earlier than planned, a month before my current lease ends, so I’m stuck with paying rent myself for July.

Additionally, I’m facing costs to take over furniture from the previous tenant of my new place, which was part of an agreement that enabled me to get this apartment in the first place.

I’m currently on unemployment benefits and already exhausted all avenues of additional financial aid, which is why I have to take to e-begging once again. I still have some money from the last fundraiser, but it’s nowhere near enough to cover everything, and my meagre unemployment benefits and the skyrocketing food prices in Germany make it impossible to save up anything.

172/370€

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Please consider reblogging and sharing!

#mutual aid #sorry to do this again folks #also before anyone asks: yes i am looking for a follow-up tenant #but my current place is in a very bad neighborhood with violent alcoholic neighbors who threaten residents and party all day #so my chances of finding one are frankly slim and i need to be prepared for the possibility that i need to cover rent myself #if i end up finding a follow up tenant i will reimburse donators with an even split of the surplus funding

[paulgadzikowski]

[copied from my reblog of this post about lack of forward compatibiilty in technology so I can reblog amendments to my story without cluttering OP's notes, and backdated now that you can do that here]

I’m reblogging this from someone who reblogged it from me because since I reblogged this I’ve experienced it

Friday I sat with my mother at her place to wait for the arrival of the phone repairman from the phone/cabletv/internet company sometime between 08:00 and 17:00. Mom’s phone’d been out for a week, and she was also having trouble logging into her email. Mom is 90 and not very mobile and doesn’t have a cellphone so, aside from me, these things are her only means of putting out contact to the world. For a week I’ve been going over to Mom’s twice a day because we are regularly checking in with each other daily anyway but now all our means to do so telecommically were out.

At 15:00 the phone repairman phoned me (I’d left my cell as the contact number) to inform me the problem (which he mentioned is being experienced by multiple customers) is, somehow, not with the company’s phone lines but with the company’s cable lines. Therefore it would require a cable tech to fix it and he would pass this information on to the cable department. (The cable tech(s), it develops, will be out tomorrow, Monday. Sometime between 08:00 and 17:00.)

SO I decided to sit down with Mom’s email and try to change the password so she could reach me that way again. The problem was, it developed, the account had no established means on record for a temporary code to be sent out (well, it had Mom’s phone number, BUT). With a trip to the brick-and-mortar store (Did I mention Mom’s internet is with a different provider than her phone? Mom’s internet is with a different provider than her phone) I got my cell phone number added to the account because I was already listed as an authorized user.

BUT THEN, for reasons that aren’t clear to me, before I could change the password I needed to Verify Identity To The Account. By sending a copy of state-issued photo ID by cellphone camera, then a selfie.

(The counter CSR saw my ID while I was there, and Mom’s, yet directed me back to this process. Why couldn’t they have done the identity verification right there? I wish I’d understood the process’ purpose well enough while at the store to ask that.)

At home I went through the ID verification process six or eight or ten times in two hours. And each attempt took multiple tries to get satisfactory photos of the state photo ID.

The first wholly successful attempt, with Mom’s ID and selfie, was nevertheless rejected because her ID is expired.

Aha, thought I, I can do it with my ID and selfie, because I’m also an Authorized User. <belushi>But nooooo</belushi>

Every attempt at the verification process with my ID required multiple tries because of difficulty of the system recognizing the photo on my ID as a face.

Meanwhile every attempt to photograph the ID, front and back, required the ID be ideally framed and centered in the viewfinder, with no shadow or reflection on it; and held steady, at a distance greater from the surface where the ID rested than my hand could brace it, in order to get the whole ID in the frame.

But I did get through the process! Twice! And each time I reached a screen that informed me that the verification was successful and I could go on to the next step! - but did not say what the next step was, nor present me with a button to proceed to it.

In retrospect, what it probably meant was to go back to Mom’s laptop and resume trying to change her email password. I didn’t realize this Friday. I realize this because today (Sunday) when I stopped by to check in, Mom was in the process of trying to update the password herself. She was stuck on the … oh I can’t think of what they’re called, where you have to pick the squares that have a bus (that also took multiple tries, and I mean about a dozen after I took it over - I think her laptop screen colors are off; it’s old). I got her through that, and we successfully entered the new password, twice for security.

Then we were presented with a screen for creating two-step verifiction.

With no option to skip it.

Using her phone.

#future shock #looking after mom #cartoon reply

[jujulebee]

🤩😍🙀LETS FUCKIN GOOO??? 😭😭jules like totes helped me figure out how 2 even make one of these things 🥴️🥴️🥴️ so im supes excited!!! 😜😍🥰️

honey b is HERE bayBEEEEE 😘💕

((RULES AND OOC UNDER THE READMORE, IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE ALREADY READ THEM, READ THEM AGAIN))

((another blog by me, bunny, the person who came out of nowhere swinging SEMI-LUKEWARM

honey will randomly blip out of existence with my motivation and energy levels! This does NOT mean that she wouldn't be communicating with your OCs during this time. I know it sucks to pilot an npc but please don't just assume honey is ignoring your oc, i seriously do not have the spoons to be as actively extroverted as her. i am an introvert.

theres going to be So much eyestrain on this blog, like to the point that almost every post would have an eyestrain tag, so please keep that in mind! i WILL tag flashing gifs, since i also have issues with flashing images, but if i dont clock something that you need tagged as flashing please Politely let me know, dont be a cunt id be happy to do it

gifs are tagged "gif" queue tag is "supes cute" food stuff is "yummy stuff" nails are "perfectly painted" art tag is "artsy shit" selfie tag is "super cute selfie" makeup is "looks that kill" clothes are under "wardrobe" silly shirts are under "shirts for jules"

my name is bunny, im 25+, i am not a social person and do not have the energy to talk to a lot of people at once, so either have patience or don't bother

i have several other blogs im not active on, but im occasionally on null

do not send me IMs in character, i will accept them as ooc if you don't have my discord, otherwise dont, likewise, please assume my IMs are not ic

do not leave Replies on my posts, i have stated this multiple times, i don't notice them in the deluge of activity notifications i receive, if you want to have a conversation on a post i have made reblog the post

youre free to ask for my discord but i dont guarantee that ill talk to you regularly, i am not a talkative person

im not fairly picky with who i follow and will block freely and without hesitation. im here to curate my ideal experience, not save the feelings of a stranger. 

while i understand that ic=/=ooc if your character is transphobic or racist in any way please dont interact, actually

honey wouldn’t want to talk to you anyway

this page does not accept magic anons

please do not godmod to try and fix honeys issues, i dont want that, genuinely

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honey b azrael was born august 6th, 1998

she’s bi-racial korean, born in texas

she is 4'8" (her boots typically put her at at least 5’), approx 240 lbs

honey was embraced on january 23rd of 2021

honey's status as a human is well-maintained and has not revealed publicly that she is a vampire

honey is a thinblood with the following: lifelike, vampiric resilience, discipline affinity, day drinker, long bond, prey exclusion: children, vitae dependency, baby teeth

Strength: 3/5 Dexterity: 2/5 Stamina: 3/5 Charisma: 4/5 Manipulation: 2/5 Composure: 3/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Wits: 2/5 Resolve: 1/5

Humanity: 9/10

honey is a party girl and there will be mentions of drug/alcohol use and i will tag them as “drug mention” or “alcohol mention” if mentioned

nsfw content will be tagged as “nsfw //”

honey is pansexual and romantically committed to cherry, juan and romantically interested in alessio, and in general sexually available

honey is NOT doing okay, no matter what she tells you, any and all trauma she has endured will not be talked about at length unless there are warnings put in place in the tags, always assume dead dove do not eat policy

honeys best friend circle consists of dolls, sam and jules

she loves making friends and talking to people, though, so feel free to shoot her a message! she WILL talk to you

if your character is rude or just generally mean for no real reason (there are funny exceptions to this rule) honey will not want to speak with you and will probably unfollow you

ooc follows are fine, if i dont interact with your character much ill probably end up unfollowing, though

will add more if i can think of anything

#super cute selfie #gif #artsy shit

[wrdn-tabris]

hi in response to your advice question, like im not a professional or anything but i would just stop talking to bee. if bee reaches out to you, maybe tell them how you feel about it but it seems that with how they seem to react to things may cause more harm than the potential good of being upfront. again just how id personally respond, but whatever you do i wish you the best and im so sorry you and cat are in this situation

ty, i appreciate the advice. it just sucks, ive known her for a long time and we finally got to meet last year... i didnt include a lot of other personal stuff in tht post but it wouldnt be the first time she kinda... doesnt respect boundaries or things.

it just sucks. shes like a sister to me. but i feel like she might have already written me off bc im the one who always reaches out when shes in a crisis, she never reaches back and if she does send stuff its like. selfies in the gc she needs us to comment and validate her on bc if not she'll feel bad.

#cara speaks

[thesecretattic]

DEATH NOTE

Kisiki do logo ki laash pe se apni “wannabe” Shaadi baraat nikaale simply cuz everyone else was marrying in Cov times. Shameless people Harsh and his FAKE lugaai she should read this and see how serious it is especially about Aditya Singh Rajput and his death and my death. More SHOCKING things about Harsh and what he said or did back then he turned the tables after that. Please read it entirely it’s VERY IMPORTANT.

“I was pretty too at 20-21 I was looking fair and cute without makeup in broad daylight BUT he ruined me”

I was struggling to breathe n I was breathing in bits I can’t walk even upto the bathroom my pressure was falling tremendously and my vision had turned WHITE and blurry I couldn’t see anything in the bathroom and I cud feel numb and lifeless and all the blood levels being sucked out of my brain I was cold inside it was chilly ice cold in my head I’m somehow writing this

Its VERY IMPORTANT pls read it I had to jot it down again ignore typos or lack of punctuation marks. Relying on autocorrect.

You all know that he Harsh Jayesh Rajput came first to me and the story has been going on since the past 8-10 years! All MY YOUTH I’m dyin-g a lip virgin or virgin today I was treated like an untouchable now no one will accept me in this age

NEXT you’ve seen the SHOCKING OBVIOUS signs along with all the markings in my previous posts (at least from June 2023 I’ve been sharing them since years now and there are more than 1000s of coincidences or signs since the past 10 years there’s not been a single day I haven’t received them) they all revolve around me and Harsh

Yet inspite of that since he himself came AND THEN STARTED ACTING ODD like OCD for no reason he wud like my pics on some dating app they had a Snapchat like feature he was already in my list and you could upload 24 hr selfies or posts he would religiously like them BUT not utter a single word, I have all the screenshots in my old laptop, he had also ASKED for my bb pin but he was not adding either and then he was talking to my fake ID which he knew was me he even taunted and left innuendos he was asking if I was single and sending kiss emojis even on day one he was sounding very happy but he was blocking the REAL ID and he was going on being ambivalent and bipolar he would come and then block.

I didn’t want to say all that, I can’t share much in detail my hands and feet are ice cold and I’ve cried a lot and I have fever too and my health condition was already critical since the past 3 days I’ve been struggling and hampering to breathe I can’t even walk up to the bathroom I told u what happened. That’s why I’ve been sleeping for hours throughout the day I’ve been up since 12 am today the whole night crying due to my mother’s torture and this issue.

IN 2019 I sent those gifts to make up for the book and because his fans would not send anything, Taher and Aneri wud always flaunt, I had stopped watching TV in 2015 itself and I’ve never heard his voice in real life, so I was NOT some fan he came first he was interested he was asking for the bb pin je was liking the photos he was sending kiss emojis FIRST and he was asking if I was single, he had used WORDS LIKE “DEAR AND DARLING” I still remember cuz I’m not used to this, someone using such terms of endearments for me, no one talks to me leave alone nicely. I know it’s cheesy but I have mixed feelings about it cuz it was him I thought it was safe.

I SENT those gifts to makeup for the book even thought I had not divulged anything about him in the book I have high fever n low pressure + shallow breathing I might just die after writing this post pls read I sent them across hoping I’ll find someone ELSE cuz he just went away without giving me a chance I have mentioned how he was luring me with the kisses and those other things go READ them had to say that, but then he SHOWED everyone that it was one sided and he humiliated me publicly in front of the world,

Since he was doing that I thought I’ll find someone else eventually and the gifts were just to makeup for the book which had nothing about him I wanted to make him happy cuz i loved him but I could only do it materialistically because he hated me now (due to unknown reasons) I was like he can take those things and be happy and I can love him from far or send him that love and I’ll find someone else but he took that opportunity again to humiliate me, he didn’t thank I had made those cards and everything on my own and wrapped those 14 gifts on an EMPTY stomach but he didn’t thank nor did he return them cuz of that OCD of direct contact which grew after 2015 even more, back then he allowed himself to talk to the fake ID or just like the pics and he was then using his engaged friend’s ID that too on the dating app HE CONNECTED with me there and added me on Instagram I had shared about it on my blog the article was - Biggest Revelation or something it has a HUGE shocking sign too. He had even read that (Harsh Jayesh Rajput) anyway his OCD grew so much that he became insensitive (go through all my posts from 2020 pandemic year IT WAS ON A VERY HEINOUS LEVEL) I’m dy-ing today after 8 years of total (bed) confinement because of him, and he neither thanked nor returned the gifts to avoid any contact (OCD) and he was sitting there making fun or god knows what. Like I said I was giving them to makeup for the book and I had already thought I’ll find someone else but He even took that opportunity to reject and humiliate me in front of my cruel mother and his friends and family and eventually on internet, he himself had sent kisses and called me all sorts of things (terms of endearment) he was religiously liking the pics he was vying for that bb pin and from behind he was showing everyone that I was chasing him.

The coincidences and signs continued and next he got worse during the pandemic year AFTER which I started writing about him to seek help or to wake him up.

HE received my messages on iMessage sat there SEEING OUR SIGNS AND MARKINGS until He changed them and now I see Aneri’s numbers which torture me there’s always 53 & 23 together (5 is him and 2 is me) it started as our marriage signs you’ll understand when you’ll read my previous posts but now I see 63 somewhere lurking around along with her birthdate. I’m done. He can have a threes-ome like he said (it was his fantasy) to that fake acc he can have that with that now porno Nida and Aneri she was wearing straps and what not on her thighs that Nida no pants just like Harsh if he’s so obsessed he can do that. I want a REAL love story and actual passion if at all not such FAKE ORGAS-MS it’s all forced when you force yourself too… otherwise you don’t need handcuffs or garters. It’s in fact tacky, real lovers just need each other after all that’s what it’s all about you don’t need ENTICEMENTS.

If they had what was the most important to me he meant the entire world I loved style even when he was poor and he would repeat clothes I loved him for the same attire even the 50th time, my name happened to be Zara for a reason like the brand I was born like that my grandmother named me she wasn’t even aware of the brand. I wud dress up like that since I was a toddler. But those cheap girls had his LEATHER JACKET and Ear Stud so now I don’t want him. I’m not a beggar enough of this! Or else I’ll change my gender. I’ve cried enough.

They had him at his best even when I loved him at his worst.

This is THE MOST IMPORTANT THING:

I LOVED HIM A LOT I NEVER STALKED HIM AFTER 2016 Feb n I had stopped watching tv in 2015 itself whatever I came across was accidentally through other people, anyway I HATED myself and I was feeling very hopeless but then I remembered that I loved him even when he was looking dark in his Photos back then in 2014-15 in fact that’s why I had chosen him because I wud stay away from people who were fair and white or rich. So I chose him cuz I thought he was like me (fair-golden-dark mixed) or darker I don’t exactly fall into that dusky category but I’m not white. I’m losing breath I can’t write I’m numb I’m dy-ing I’ll copy paste rest everything from an old post cuz I’ll be reiterating it anyway. BUT FIRST I have to write this down somehow - I told myself I hate how I am and I know no will ever accept me I’m an “untouchable virgin” I got a reality check on 5th mar regarding the extent to which anyone can hate and all the INSENSITIVITY he left me to die and so did others I was open to someone “new” I had decided to find another person I thought someone else will come along even while sending those gifts I WAS ENTIRELY RELIANT on somebody else (who just wasn’t there) because Harsh was not there for me either, I kept getting abused ruthlessly I was beaten up a day PRIOR to the gifts I couldn’t sleep on one side my neck and head were swollen and even my fingers and hands with purple marks in this fibromyalgia I was beaten to death and even told I should die, I already had fever and infection also back then but I got only beatings no rest was up all night no medicine and no food had to ear my antibiotics on empty stomach then 5th Mar happened and I realised how much I was HATED.

My CONVICTIONS grew after that and I realised why THERE WAS NO ONE he had not given me any chance either although he had come first sent kiss emojis religiously liked several pics throughout the month, asked if I was single asked for the bb pin somehow used his friend to fetch my Instagram acc and also called me Dear and Darling etc. etc. But inspite of that and tons of signs he hated me and I realised he probably had superficial shallow reasons to do that and so did everyone else SO I DECIDED FIGHT BACK cuz I knew I would die alone in this abusive house if I won’t.

I was pretty too at 20-21 I was looking fair and cute without makeup in broad daylight BUT he ruined me

I remembered that all these factors which make me feel hopeless now after he has spoilt my looks were the same things I OVERLOOKED he was 7 years older than me and I was 20 back so it’s not like he didn’t have bad days, I said I hate myself but I loved him even when I saw his feet in the pic they were looking Dark Brown Sindbad promotional event when i last stalked in 2016 Feb I still loved him and told myself you can’t even imagine hating someone’s tired feet white or black, especially him I loved him blindly and dearly. And in other pics he was looking dark extremely dark so I thought he looked like that naturally otherwise I wud distance myself from fair or rich ppl NEVER even now, is a NO so I didn’t hate him in fact I loved him but I’m hopeless, then I was thinking about weight gain due to my sedentary life HE GOT ME BED RIDDEN otherwise I was 30 kgs due to stress in 2019, but I had a muscular physique (naturally) so I was broader and taller than Aneri not that petite otherwise she will read this and tell everyone I was rejectable she got a love bite I’m an untouchable virgin till now and she will tell everyone I deserved it, no I was broader and slightly taller too due to my bone structure (long hands and legs) they would tell me I should become a model when I was in my teens

He ruined that also, but I saw a sign which reminded me of something related to him so it wasn’t just his dark feet or complexion I had also seen his double chin in 2014-15 and puffy face and pimples too and I still loved him dearly. And when I was talking about “tond” Hindi word which another girl had mentioned cuz she was conscious about it I remembered THAT IN HIS BIRTHDAY pic he had that also! When I last saw in 2016 and I still loved and respected him inspite of that TOND I would’ve never left him and been around forever and ever I loved him that much

and I was punished for it.

He was poor too I still loved him. I was okay with 1% of looks and 99% ugliness or whatever poor financial status poor grammar etc. the complexion the tond the double chin the repeat clothes everything I had to share that cuz I want other girls to understand that you are NOT a loser if you feel conscious about the same things. I liked him irrespective of that and I didn’t want anyone else but him. Unfortunately he wasn’t like that and he turned out completely different and wrong I told God if he would’ve sent someone who was actually like that (full of flaws) he wouldn’t have done this. He is very proud of himself. I cried a lot even while arguing with God.

I was okay with 1% looks like I said but I didn’t want someone who was scary, boring, dull, random or creepy. I am from Gen Z he’s a millennial his parents are boomers mine are Gen X so obvs I wanted someone who would speak my language and keep up with my pace, someone of my caliber who would fathom what I’m saying but I was FORCED to talk to illiterate ppl who were adding me as “secret admirers” random creepy salacious pervs from Bhopal and all they would not understand a single word in English totally incoherent and uneducated ppl all uncouth from some village area, they weee creepy ugly not even those 1% looks scary NO STYLE even if he repeating his clothes it was different this man was nowhere like him I’m from a metropolitan city from the newer generation NO ONE WILL ACCEPT OR TOLERATE THIS NONSENSE! That perv ewww his eyes were demonic as if he wud wear Kajal (kohl) and he was very lecherous and all yucks full por-nhead I didn’t deserve that! He couldn’t even say “What’s up?” No youthfulness I wanted someone of my level like Harsh but he was chasing ppl out of his league.

And here’s the BIGGEST thing which haunts me and makes me cry day and night, whenever he wud block I wud black out and get a hammering headache and my heart wud stop too after that I got that destabilising “cluster headache” issue and fibromyalgia due to constant torture he kept blocking and liking sporadically FOR NO REASON but he was trying to lure and humiliate me and show me - this is the main part due to which I can’t live and I cry, he was trying to prove that I’m my worst nightmare I’m a “creep” like that Bhopali perv and I deserve to get married or rapd by one. It’s the same thing if girls aren’t attracted (moreover he’s illiterate n pervy and he doesn’t even understand any English or anything to talk in common he won’t understand my ideas he’s to salacious anyway) ITS NOT “double standards you misogynists” there’s a scientific réason which I HAD ALREADY DEFIED for his wrinkles, his advanced age, his double chin, his complexion which was there in the photos his Tond (that Hindi word) his horrible haircut, and all those erroneous pics which made me believe he was ugly in real life and natural lighting only 1% looks where 0.5% was style and personality, AND I STILL LOVED HIM

I defied that scientific logic for him cuz I loved him.

I can’t get rapd by someone who doesn’t even have that 1 or 0.5% you want to read that tond part again? If we aren’t attracted then we aroused and then we are not lubricated either and then it’s forced entry which is r-ape. Lubricators don’t work so many girls have complained and why shud I?

I was molested when I was in KG as a toddler that’s how our life is in India and I shud let someone like that creep touch me? Forget lubrication!

He showed me that I’m my worst nightmare and I deserve that.

That Bhopali and another Bihari guy TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HIM (didn’t want to get communal not all Biharis are such but ppl are sick of each other in their own culture even in our religion I don’t want to get married to Dadi-walas bearded men cuz they keep 2-3 wives illegally another girl was complaining about it that too in Hijab don’t underestimate Muslim girls) so they took advantage of that and created an ID called Harsh last year to write something in their horrible grammar/English and then as a backup plan block me to torture me more as Harsh this time he wasn’t him it was a fake ID but he blocked too and made Preet block me too after I sent those LINKS with signs cuz he hates them and he doesn’t want to see them I sent them again from my laptop’s iMessage. He turned a blind until he managed to get Aneri’s signs too (the DEVIL shows her numbers) I had seen Zara Rajput NOT just numbers like her’s and I had also seen several ZH here and there and even SHARED all those shocking screenshots all across social media, with all the relevant markings and stuff. Our names had again come up with 53-23 marriage signs and all this has happened many times before, even our birthdates but he will not even look at them

I wanted a platonic relationship but then some fortune telling site LITERALLY SHOWED ME this - I wasn’t expecting that it had my words which I never VOICED

I would say in my head that I don’t want to ruin anyone’s life I don’t like “INJUSTICE” even though scientifically it pains girls not men if they aren’t attracted to anyone, but I opted to be the nail instead of the hammer cuz I don’t want to be my worst nightmare like he showed, so that was however the Injustice part I like fairness and I didn’t want injustice for anymore so I came up with platonic which meant love and care but no intimacy, but I knew that the other person might not care if he’s not ready to (fully) accept me in a complete relationship like I overlooked Harsh and all those things if it’s not like that then I can’t expect much concern either.

The site said “Going through the hardest things ever, unimaginable struggles and pain but Giving Blind JUSTICE to others and ignoring the natural and immediate need for care, love and intimacy.” It’s as they read my platonic idea or mind :/

I jotted it down so that I can be more comfortable in a platonic relationship but I didn’t want to budge from that. Or else I wanted you o be just house mates. I was cute and fair once and his pics too had only that 1% looks and I loved him but things changed and he left me behind. And even ruined me.

He is making me feel like I’m my worst nightmare you know how or why you’ve read enough I can’t keep typing you know he’s still DOING THAT he knows about the ring too and those signs and the Devil’s involvement BE KEPT TURNING A BLIND EYE until his Friend DIED and how shameless he’s still doing that.

Fetch Diana’s post she was afraid of car accidents and the devil made sure her car would run into the 13th pillar and there were more numbers which I can’t even take here which I saw in Harsh’s case cuz he was HELPING THE DEVIL in surfacing me my worst fears and nightmares, inspite of OUR MARRIAGE signs he got married and it still kills le I wasn’t ready to stalk him so the Devil Killed Aditya Singh Rajput like Diana to show me Harsh’s ring. He knew my fear of rings EVEN IN INDIA where it’s highly uncommon, they exchange rings there but I was afraid of spotting a gold ring on his ring finger which I eventually saw at the funeral.

He was insensitive to me and he left me to did but that new fake wife had him wrapped around her finger in no time he was putting reels with Jiya hardly in Oct last year I saw due to an accidental click on a fanclub ID and within a few months that new woman GOT HIM LAID that too forever. He didn’t throw the ring. I’m dyi-ng after this I just wanted to share this whole culminated note to describe everything for one last time but his love for her and insensitivity towards me is killing me that too for no reason - Zara Sauleh Bye you’ll never see more signs again I’m dy-ing forever. He was the worst man I had ever met after my mother I’m dyin-g that virgin and it’s okay ur fake wife must be used to this, she’s that creep you were showing me she’s SHAMELESS and opportunistic that that Bhopali to take advantage and come and sleep with someone else’s LOVE I’m not you’ve read enough.

Zara Sauleh

Additional notes copy pasted after which I’ll die a silent death:

Aneri was white like Mohsin and Aaditya Kapadia and Srman Harsh was never that fair, Aaditya however is married a girl who’s dusky and darker than me, and Srman too was seen with the darkest girl possible way more darker than me… it was some random sketchy girl though anyway Harsh is the only one chasing someone whiter. And HE TURNED OUT TO BE MY WORST NIGHTMARE

For girls it’s not easy to look good, we lose a lot of haemoglobin count during periods, speaking of pms this is why it’s easier for men to look better - we get PMS symptoms for almost 20 days they start before our period at times even 11-12 days prior and last all the way for another 10 days and then Ovulation, during both the times we are in pain even during the latter and our skin breaks out, our hair is frizzier, we get bloating not only in the stomach but also in the face, fingers and legs… so if we’ll match our looks we are going to end up with someone who’s dumb average minded and it’s riskier because as “men” they aren’t safe they don’t have noble intentions, these same people who wouldn’t have anything to talk about will only think of fcking and it hurts girls not men if we aren’t turned on or aroused, none of us is in interested in their body girls have assets to turn men on men have nothing, except for the face and some even have a very feminine physique even though women are more likely to gain weight (again due to science and comparatively a slower metabolism) so they literally have nothing and if we aren’t aroused then we aren’t lubricated (girls have already said lubricators don’t work) when we aren’t lubricated it’s a FORCED ENTRY ITS RAPE I mean clearly we are not even interested… then they don’t match our mentality thoughts or caliber eww. In India the problem is men are chasing girls who are out of their league they all want someone one notch higher when the fact is it’s easier for them to look good unlike us who face pms and ovulation (read that again) for 30 days that’s almost a month so it should have been the other way round.

[fullregalia]

bluebirds all day long.

For about seventeen people over about two weeks in mid-May, the phrase “I can get you one” was envy-inspiring. “One” being an invite code to Bluesky. And let’s be real here: solipsism is as solipsism does; a small fraction of extremely online people (see also: “dorks,” “losers,” “grad students,” “erstwhile bloggers”) is not the center of the material world, but it is an intermittently important corner of some worlds and some really important people used to also be extremely online. So here we all were, the last people at the dinner party, trying to figure out how to keep our little corners of the world somewhat intact. 

It’s probably best to take a step back to before the noise about Bluesky went from static to signal and start from what brought me back to this blob, and why it was valuable for me before Twitter took over my life. To put it in relationship speak, Twitter has always been something of a companion these past 12(!) years, but recently I’ve realized it has devolved somewhat into codependency, and meeting a new platform only complicated matters. As in all matters of heartbreak, my love affair with Twitter devolved in two ways: gradually, and then suddenly. 

Gradually, it came to hold a place in my brain, a perma-tab on my browser. If I search the blob, there are 15 results since 2010 for Twitter - and over the years I’ve circled the same themes: grappling with being adjacent to the NYC media circles, grappling with oversharing, grappling with the emotional energy and time I put into this ultimately frivolous and/or inane stuff. I’ve never put anything really real on any of these platforms because I try to live by the rule of thumb that you never type anything on social media that you wouldn’t want to see on the front page of the New York Times. (Believe it or not I actually do try to practice some discretion and delineate between the truly personal and the “this is good for laughs” self-deprecatory personal.) So I grappled with stuff On Here, and like the rest of the other people with too many opinions and not enough self-restraint, I threw all the rest at Twitter.

Back in 2010 when I got my first iPhone I remember “joking” that I’d never be alone again. I was really lonely the year I graduated college. I had friends, but I wanted a partner, someone to check in with throughout the day, and Twitter--in a sad but perhaps not singular to me kind of way--became that company when I didn’t have that person for many years. It was so compelling and so thrilling for so long, millions of people just posting id on main! My cousin once tweeted something about Shakespeare not being “relatable” and literal articles were written about it. About a dumb take! The content ouroboros must be satisfied. I remember on a very early date with the person I would eventually have a big, all-encompassing partnership with, we bonded over really getting hooked on Twitter during the marathon bombing manhunt. (He followed me the next day and the rest is history.)

But whatever that anecdote reveals about me, I think it also reveals something that was so special about Twitter for millions of lonely, bored, or just normal people who liked to share their thoughts: it was like opening the fridge, sometimes you did it just to see whats in there, other times you did it to truly make a meal, but most of the time you did it to sneak a snack. People weren’t logging on to simply promote their work, or make a joke to no audience, or post a selfie into the void; they were doing it for the little hearts, to make themselves laugh when they were hiding in the bathroom on a particularly brutal day at the office, to realize they aren’t the only one who wanted to talk about municipal tax rates. There was also schadenfreude, and mutable “expertise,” and the beauty of putting the indignities and absurdities of everyday life under a microscope, ready and willing to be memed to the point of exhaustion.

You all Get It already: for many years I was lonely and Twitter was the internet equivalent of “u up?” I suspect it was that for a lot of people too these past few years before things got back to normal-ish, too. 

Suddenly, though, Matt Levine had to cancel every PTO day to write about 13D vs. 13G filings and people were grandstanding (didn’t you know the law of conservation of virtue signaling applies to platform-hopping?!) and now it’s all a lot Less Fun. Despite this (because of this?), I’ve posted away to my fewer than 150 followers, many of whom I actually know and am deeply grateful for. I pray I never go viral over an asinine comment like “Kids writing 80085 on their calculators? Not so much these days...” But I live alone again, and literally no one follows my fake instagram, so the little hearts began to take outsize importance.

As in all matters of heartbreak, this story also involves the foundation of our modern era: the DM slide. DMs are a sacred space and I will not divulge anything about them. Suffice to say, it was in the DMs where I found the “one” (the aforementioned one merely being an invite code to Bluesky). So I get this code and not only do I strike up a friendly convo with the person who shared it with me, but I also am an early adopter of “what if Twitter, but not as toxic.” Fast forward three months and it turns out Bluesky is a complicated place to be as a normie.

This is what I’m realizing about these places, and why they matter, but why they also are so frustrating: they flatten everything. I am not actually friends with the super-posters, I’m their freaking internet colleague. I’m a jock nod in the hallway between the pantry and the bathroom. I would characterize this critique of my own misreading of DM largesse not so much as me making parasocial projections as it is about the inherent difficulties of information asymmetry. I know a lot about people who are extremely online, and therefore care about them, and that is simply not, nor could be, a two-way street. 

Normies like me have the bandwidth to care because we live on islands with 150 people. The 6 people who like my tweets? I know their really real stuff, they know my interests, we get drinks, we go back. And that’s why being on Bluesky is so disorienting. The super-posters get decent engagement, they don’t seem to care about over-posting (or sporadic posting) - it all gets the same stream of likes and comments (from their extremely online friends). I post my dumb shit and I’m lucky if the person I gave my invite code to shows it a little love. Which is the shitty truth at the bottom of all of this: it sucks feeling like the new kid in the 4th grade class. I don’t want to be an annoying person who says dumb stuff online for the sake of saying dumb stuff online, I actually value the hell out of those 6 people, because they make my world a little less flat.

So I’ve been doing whatever the behavioral equivalent of raising rates is so that I can cool down what the hell has been going on with my weird posting dependency. Being back on the blob is my liminal space between the worn-in comfort of Twitter and the uncomfortably tight feeling I get when I try on Bluesky (a platform where no one will ever understand my long running bit about “the concept of David Schwimmer”). I joked recently that I might just always be “in my eternal retvrn era,” but maybe my habits are just a flat circle, even if I don’t want my world to be. I started to use this space as a repository for the stuff I realized my friends didn’t want to get texts or emails about, or for thoughts that were too involved to fit in a tweet, and I think it’s the right time to re-direct my energy toward this platform that I’m less addicted to, but actually feel good about. 

Ultimately, this whole posting angst thing spiraled out for me when I got that invite code and thought more of it than it was, that’s on me. But most importantly, it’s always a good time to remember that even if posting is free, so is staring at the sky.

#bluesky #twitter #extremely online problems #social media #posting #posting disease #but it really does suck when you think you're becoming friends with someone and they just stop talking to you!!! #the concept of david schwimmer is really funny when you think about it

[katyspersonal]

The BIG problem with "privilege" flex

Another reason why I insist on allowing everyone speak and be listened without "privilege" dick contest is the absolutely ABSURD penetrability of the whole thing in internet spaces.

What is the reason to be "cis"? No, seriously. Like, okay, cast aside situation within families and focus on westernised internet spaces - that are like... pretty much a place of dwelling and developing projects or even small business for many people these days, for sympathetic reasons or not, but it is a fact - these spaces are more needed than people who 'have real life unlike you online loosers' typically claim. Logically, what is the reason to id as cis here?

You get shunned from discussions, you can't have opinion on gender or expressions, you are permanently seen as oppressor and ignorant enemy, some mistakes (that everyone makes) are blamed on your identity and not on the person you are... Why not just change it? Society agreed that you don't need dysphoria for it - and if you think otherwise, you are a disgusting transmed and nobody will want you near, right? (I am ironising in case it isn't obvious) You don't even have to change much...? If you are a feminine woman - you can jump into being feminine she/they nonbinary without as much as the slightest change in your wardrobe, yet you will already get the power to shun them ignorant and malicious cis women for that. Especially there is no reason to be a cis man - you get blamed for literally everything and seen as stupid, violent sexist EVEN by cis women. Like... you didn't even do shit, you just exist as who you are and therefore cause people suffering and benefit from it or something. That's the narrative, right, and everyone who disagrees is 'handmaid' or 'MRA' or whatever labels woke people use as a mark of a person to bully and not show any respect to. Choosing to become a trans woman would instantly turn you from a class everyone hates (except for the disgusting incels and Trump mobs I guess???) into a very loved and supported and respected person.

What is the reason for being a bi woman? Tired of hearing how you are privileged and "will never understand" and safe because you "indulge in hetero behavior" and get side eyed as someone invalid in discussion if you do date a man? Just go with the route of saying you are a lesbian trapped in comphet behavior all of your life and need help weeding attraction to men society influenced you with! And if someone doubts your honesty - they are a bigot that doesn't let people discover themselves; yet you are automatically given more weight in discussions.

Okay, fine, I am ironizing a lot, but this is how things be. Like… You see the problem? With many things, there is just... no way to check? Like, there is no detector of how 'honest' someone's identity is, no exam to be 'accepted' as trans or even lesbian, someone just says they are this now - and that's it. Instant right to be mean to more "privileged" people.

It strongly reminds me of creativity debate. If only victims of incest/CSA can write fanfics about such thing - why won't someone who REALLY wants to tell a story like this just lie about trauma to be left alone? If only black people can participate in the event of redrawing characters as black - why won't some person of other race who REALLY wants to take part in the trend just lie about being black but not wanting to post selfies because they fear an EX stalker or something?

As long as you can ensure the disconnection between your persona and things that could harm you (for example, if living in LGBT+phobic place - ensure they can't learn a thing), you can just choose one thing over another and them internet people will instantly respect you more.

Choosing to change identity itself is not bad. What IS bad is combination of penetrability (not avoidable, can't pass or fail "identity exam") and ridiculous shift in who deserves more respect (AVOIDABLE). Again, there is no even logical point in staying the identity people will hate and see as an enemy. The only real reason, given you accept variety of people, is... honour? The whole 'yeah, people see me as enemy and silence and disrespect me for who I am, but at least I am honest with myself'. Like... doesn't. that state. sound. fucking. FAMILIAR?? Is this like... not the exact thing people were trying to exterminate?

I feel like history never teaches people that changing who bullies who is not the answer to any sort of injustice. Instead of swinging the pendulum the different way, you need to stop the pendulum from swinging altogether. And this IS, in fact, ironic that history teaches people nothing, given how often they use "historical oppression" to justify being outright malicious to groups of people based on what their 'ancestors' did.

It will also end up, if not already gotten this way, that more people in close proximity with internet and media (for this or that reason) end up feeling pressured into breaking who they really are. Why being seen as an enemy or not worthy to listen to and respect? And the inequality in discussions. This is exactly why I insist that everyone deserves to be heard if they extend thought, and have actual opinions rather than compulsively repeat some mantra.

Needless to mention that it should go both ways - if someone refuses to consider a perfectly logical take based only on the speaker being woman/trans/gay/etc, they are just as much of a prick. However, this clown internet turned into sort of a very hostile waiting game until which side chooses to compromise and have civil discussion without identity-based disrespect - yet I very often see the "privileged" people being open to listen and consider most of the time, but woke people never having enough and witch-hunting others for smallest disagreement based on identity and always saying that they do not have to do anything! They do not owe anyone respect or basic logic! They are "oppressed" so that somehow gives them right to deliberately damage discussions and antagonise people and not put any effort into peace, and then be surprised why, after they did nothing to ensure civility, they only gained more enemies? Well, they are not really surprised - they know the answer. For them the answer is always that the opponent was too "privileged" - therefore evil and ignorant.

What matters is WHAT is said, not WHO says it. In every discussion. Appeal to the presumed motivation is counter-productive. And lets not ignore that everyone has a right to still agree to disagree and mind their own business away from you, regardless of who they are. This shift in rights for respect and civility will cost people identity crisis and needless fights, if not worse.

#internets #/vent #disco horse #use later #i really do not know which god i should pray to to recover my patience because i've lost it and it just doesn't heal back #i mean sooner or later i will stop caring and just go full individualist mode #only appear in the internet to share memes and art but nothing of 'self' #it seems like the (not too bad) ending most people like me come to but past age of like... 27? 28? #i guess i am just too young to stop being angry about how absurd things became but also too old to be shunned based on identity either #it is a bad age. too old to cope but too young to just not care at all #brb gonna hibernate for 2 years and wake up in complete internal peace and distance from all earthly dsffdsgsdf #like honestly if i had a coin every time someone older tells me 'i was like you but i just stopped caring about the clownery' #i'd probably pay all my debts fjshhdfsfds #siiiiigh... #this is still frustrating #none of this is right or fair or justified

[frostbittenbucky]

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

Worlds Greatest Detective

Had fucked up

Bruce Wayne isn’t a slob, he’s not lazy- he is the complete opposite of his persona “Brucie Wayne”, who is a lazy pampered prince. But Bruce Wayne? Never.

So after Bruce finishes a snack he washes his dishes like any civilized human would do- or else Alfred would have some very choice words and some very petty actions towards him. It’s a simple task, take off his rings, run the water, apply the soap, scrub then rinse.

Simple.

But someone tell Bruce how the hell he managed to drop his ring down the drain? And someone tell Bruce why the didn’t stop for a moment and think before shoving his hand down the drain?

He fucked up. Now he’s stuck. But Bruce Wayne is a genius, he can get himself out of this silly situation. So he tries pulling... and pulling... and pulling. Ok, next option, lubricant. Soap will do. So Bruce proceeds to pour a generous amount of soap around his hand, he moves it around to make sure it’s coated, then he pulls. And pulls. Ok so next move.

What’s the next move?

He groaned loudly, thinking how utterly ridiculous and stupid this situation is. “Ok... dammit,” he muttered to himself. He decided to reach for his phone and-

Shit. It’s on the kitchen island directly behind him, where it’s just out of his reach. Why did he do that? Oh right, because he got water in his speaker last time. Right. Perfect. Wonderful.

“Alfred?” He called out, “Alfred, Damian are you still here?” No response. Shitshitshitshitshitgodammitshitshit.

Maybe he can reach his phone? He thought. So with all his grace he leaned towards to island, swishing at the air in hopes his phone would magically come into his hand. Nah.

Leg, his leg might reach. It’s longer than his arm, and his can get some torso length in there. Lifting his leg and leaning his body out he kicks at the counter, his brows furrowed. Fuck. Bruce is very flexible, but his leg and torso are extended to the fullest human capacity, and fuck why are these countered so spaced out?!

Bruce pulls his body back and lays his forehead on the cold countertop, trying to push down the rage that’s building up in his chest. This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid. “Is anybody home? Stephanie? Jason? Ca- not you, Titus,” He lifted his head from the counter and looked to his right, and there Titus stood in front of Bruce, wanting to investigate the noise. Seeing nothing interesting Titus tilted his head and gave a “boof” before turning out and leaving him to his own demise, “no wait,” Bruce reached out for the dog who already made up his mind.

So there he stood.

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Dumbass

Knowing he now has to swallow his pride and go into his next move, he groans loudly. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s called when it wasn’t anything life threatening. Sure, it’s rare, but it does happen. Plus, he always understands, and by now he knows the differences between help and help. But Bruce knew there would be consequences... because he isn’t scared of Bruce, all his intimidation tactics fall short, completely on deaf ears around him.

“Clark,” his voice sounded almost like a whine, his voice was a little hoarse from literally forcing the words past his lips, “if you’re not busy I need a hand.”

Just as soon as his finished his sentence Clark was stood in front of him, flannel, glasses, and cowboy boots, “howdy.” Bruce closed his eyes at Clark’s greeting, then opened them to send him a hard glare, “what’s seems to be the problem, Bruce?” A wide and knowing grin spread across Clark’s face. X-ray vision. No explanation needed. Sure friends help friends in their times of need. But best friends? Oh yea, Bruce had to earn his help by paying the high price of humiliation.

“Just hand me my phone, Clark,” pointing at the device just out of reach.

A shocked and confused looked replaced Clark’s smile, “oh, this? This phone right here?” He also pointed, walking to grab the device, “you don’t happen to have Face ID do you?”

“No, I w-“ It was a lie. Clark know had opened his phone just by turning it to Bruce’s face. A sigh left his body, was this price worth his freedom? Probably not.

“Hold on, B, I’m not dressed properly. This is a rescue after all,” and just in a blink of an eye Superman now stood in front of a tired looking Bruce, having no choice of his front vow seat the shit show that was about to unfold. Clark lifted the phone and snapped a couple selfies with Bruce, grinning his charming smile that the world adored him for. Bruce looked like a hungover raccoon, putting it kindly.

“Are your done? Just get me out and I’ll buy you a horse or something.”

“Aw, you do care. I knew you were listening when I told you about that pony farm,” Clark didn’t bother to look up from the phone, tapping away at the screen, “oh Bruce, your groupchat is named ‘family’?”

His eyes widen, “don’t you da-“

“-Isn’t Dick a firefighter? I think that he’s better for this job,” Clark announced, taking a seat on the island that just out of reach, “I hope you understand Mr. Wayne, I’m glad to offer help but them seems like a job for our local emergency service.”

“If you call 911,” Bruce growled, gritting his teeth together, leaning towards the other man and close as possible, “I swear.”

Scoffing, Clark waves him off, “of course not, why would I waste a 911 operators time? There’s people who need real help out there. I’m calling Dick directly.” Once again, is the price of freedom worth it?

————-

“Fireman Dick Grayson reporting for duty!” Cried his oldest child with two other firman following close behind, “hey pops I h- is that Superman?” He faked a gasped, clutching his chest.

The group chat had blown up by now. A series of text and FaceTime calls followed shortly after.

Damian: “Tt. Father this is utterly disappointing”

Bruce: “Sorry to be disappointing, kiddo”

Stephanie: “lmfaoooo I’m coming over. Be there in 10 don’t escape until I get there”

Jason: *screenshot of the photo of Superman and Bruce posted on Twitter with the caption: “when your dad panics and calls Superman”

Jason: *another screenshot of a multitude of replies along the lines, “what are you doing step bro?” “What are your doing Superman?”*

Duke: “the mighty Batman has finally met his match. A kitchen sink”

Cassandra: “😆😆😂🤣😬🤔🧠🤷🏻‍♀️💕💕💗💓💖”

Bruce: “thank you, Cassandra. I think.”

Stephanie: “imma do a live when I get there 🤣”

Tim: “you know we’re not going to let you live this down right b?”

Dick: “dumbasssssss”

Dick: “don’t worry B I’ll be there to rescue you shortly”

Bruce: “I can unadopt all of you.”

Alfred: “master Bruce, please word yourself properly. “Unadopt” isn’t a real word.”

Bruce: “Sorry, Alfred.”

So now that official rescue crew has arrived he expected this to be a quick and professional release. Nah. Dick, his oldest, his light in the dark, his son, his baby boy, is an asshole.

Dick started taking his own selfies with Bruce and Superman. Dick and Clark wore bright smiles, full of perfect teeth and glimmering eyes. Bruce, again, looked like a mess. He was wearing an old shirt, old sweatpants, no makeup on, his hair an untamed, scattered, frizzy mess. He should’ve conditioned, but he wasn’t expecting to go out today or have any photos done today.

The price of freedom is high, but not worth it.



#Bruce Wayne #batdad #superman #Clark kent #batman #Batfam #my post #I just want to make people laugh tbh #also I’m tired of Bruce seeming so perfect #I want him to do stupid things and make small mistakes #and I want more Clark terrorizing Bruce #also no I’m not editing this I’m lazy #dick Grayson #Cassandra Cain #duke Thomas #Stephanie brown #Jason Todd #Tim drake #Damian Wayne

[philza-updates]

Philza Minecraft is being sappy in the instagram Q&A! (Part 1)

[Image ID:

There are 5 images.

The first is a photo of what appears to be a little train table with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “what is something you never thought you would achieve?”

Phil’s answer reads “OWNING MY OWN HOUSE. I GENUINELY JUST EXPECTED TO RENT SOMEWHERE BACK WHEN I WORKED RETAIL AND EARNED LIKE NO MONEY. FEEL VERY FORTUNATE AND LUCKY TO HAVE DONE THAT LOL. ALL THANKS TO YOU GUYS :)”.

The second is a photo of a menu with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “if your wife was a minecraft block what would she be? serious answers only”

Phil’s answer reads “AMETHYST. BECAUSE SHE IS SO PRETTY 🤩”.

The third is a photo of a train table hinge with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “What made you start streaming? :D”

Phil’s answer reads “I WANTED TO SHARE COOL MOMENTS WITH FRIENDS AND CHAT :)”.

The fourth is a blurry selfie of Phil in the train with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “spotify wrapped?? 👀 👀”

Phil’s answer reads “I POSTED IT TO MY TWITTER. TWITTER.COM/PH!LZA GO FOLLOW ME FOR SHIT POSTS AND FUNNYS 👍”.

The fifth is a photo of a menu on a train table, with a glass and aluminium lid on it with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “Do will and Tommy still act like brothers off camera or is it all a facade *insert rock face*”

Phil’s answer reads “THEY ARE LITERALLY THE SAME, MAYBE EVEN MORE BROTHERS OFF CAMERA”.

The sixth is a selfie of Phil in the train with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “how has your day been?”

Phil’s answer reads “VERY FUN AND TIRING. I WISH WE ALL LIVED LIKE 10 MINITES FROM EACH OTHER IN A “YOUTUBER” STREET OR SOME SHIT HAHA”.

The seventh is a selfie of Phil in the train with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “Philza code you check my DMS I sent you sm important:)<3”

Phil’s answer reads “NOPE THEY ARE ALREADY SCUFFED AF LMAOOOO”.

The eighth is a photo of the train table with a Q&A askbox and answer overlaid.

The askbox title reads “here we go again Imao for real this time, question time to cure boredom :D” and the question is “Any thoughts or suggestions for someone going through a tough time?”

Phil’s answer reads “IT WILL ALWAYS GET BETTER. ALWAYS. MAY NOT BE STRAIGHT AWAY, BUT IT WILL COME. ALSO FOCUSSING ON THE NEGATIVES WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU MORE NEGATIVITY AND FRUSTRATION IN YOUR LIFE. BE POSITIVE, THINK POSITIVE, MANIFEST YOUR HAPPINESS :) YOU ARE POG”.

The ninth is a photo of a medium sized multicoloured dog in a bright red harness. The on-screen caption reads “CUTE DOG BREAK OMG HE JUST SHOWED UP”.

End ID]

#ph1lza #philza #mcyt #image id #no id in alt text #long post

[2jaeh]

Bubble ♡︎ | Na Jaemin

Genre : Fluff humor

You’re subscribed to Jaemins bubble, excited just like every other fan to recieve his message for today until his new messages don’t seem like the others.....

-—————————————————————————

“What’s taking so long ?” You stared blankly at the LYSN* app while stretching your legs onto your leather couch.

You switched over to the Twitter app and scrolled through your timeline, briefly reading through whatever was the latest topic on nctzen Twitter. One tweet caught your attention which made you chuckle out loud

Nananotifs: “I’m pretty sure Haechan finally threw Jaemin’s phone out of the dorm window bc.......”

All Nanadoongies gathered on Twitter to complain about the absence of Jaemin especially since he was the only one who hadnt reposted Chenle’s beloved pup Daegal.

You sighed and switched back to the LYSN app and noticed you were able to send one more message to Jaemin before the app blocks you off until he sends a new message.

Y/n: nana I miss you please say something

JAEMIN: y/n did you eat today ? I’ve missed you!

Your eyes widened at the immediate message you received from your ult. Was is coincidental ? Ofcourse it was, they don’t get notifications from fan messages do they ?

You immediately switched over to Twitter already seeing the bubble update account sharing Jaemins new message along with the entire timeline screaming over his activity.

~boominana: “how dare he act so normal I’m gonna cry !!!!”

~jaeminjenos: “post a selfie Jaemin don’t be shy”

~dreamies023: “he’s probably busy guys let him post when he wants to”

The last account was right. Jaemin was probably so busy. It was nice that he still found time out of his schedule to message nctzens and that’s what you loved most about him.

Y/n: Jaemin you’re stressing everyone out on Twitter lol let us know you’re doing ok we love you !

JAEMIN: am I ? :/

Was it a delayed message ? You shook your head and decided it was probably just another glitch on the app.

Y/n: yes stop ghosting us !

JAEMIN: ghosting ? ㅋㅋㅋ so dramatic

You froze. There was absolutely no way that from the tons of messages he would be recieving right now that yours would be the one he read and responded to.

The interaction made your heart race and quickly switch over to Twitter, it was probably chaos right now wondering what Jaemins messages could mean.

Silence.

Everyone on the timeline moved on from Jaemins first message and there were no updates on the messages you had just received from him.

PING!

JAEMIN: y/n ~ are you not going to answer me ? How am I ghosting you :(

This could not be real. You felt a lump in your throat as you checked over your other bubble subscriptions which all seemed fine except for his. You had no idea how to feel or what to do.

Y/N: this is weird. Send me a selfie so I know you’re actually replying to me and not a bot -_-

About 15 minutes went by and you stared at the open chat. He had read your message but there was no reply.

“Humh it was a bot after all” you huffed, about to close the app when your phone pinged and you saw Jaemins name pop up.

A voice note.

“Hey y/n, I hope I’m saying your name correctly hehe So long story short I think the chat glitched and your name and profile pic added itself to my own bubble. Weird right ? Mark Hyung told me I should send a voice note because it will make you believe me a bit more and .....well we would know if you posted on Twitter which CANNOT happen hahaha you understand right ?”

What was happening right now.

You pinched yourself to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall asleep on the couch and start having a very eerie realistic dream.

JAEMIN: I know you’re shocked rn but I really enjoy reading your replies haha it was the best part of my day and well I couldn’t help myself today. I wanted to tease you lol

Y/N: wait so how long has this “glitch” happened for ?

JAEMIN: hmmm....about a month now I think...after you renewed your account I think hehe

Y/N: what ??? Omg I’m so embarrassed......

JAEMIN: there’s nothing to be embarrassed about trust me. I’ve read everything czennies have sent me haha I find it amusing.

You exhaled deeply and scrolled through some of the messages you have sent him during this month and thankfully none of them were cringeworthy.

Y/N: so...now what? Should I speak to app support and fix this....unsubscribe or something....

JAEMIN: LOL youre really funny. Imagine finding out you can speak to someone from your fav idol group and you want to call tech support ...LOL so funny Mark Hyung is laughing

You felt your cheeks heat up at the image of Na Jaemin and Mark Lee laughing at your messages.

JAEMIN: please don’t be embarrassed y/n ! I only did this bc well I have your profile now and you’re really cute.

This was NOT happening.

Y/N: Uh......

JAEMIN: what do you have a boyfriend ? ....

Y/N: no I don’t I’m just....it’s nothing never mind

JAEMIN: LOL so cute! So do you have Kakao ?

Y/N: you want my number ? Why ? .....

JAEMIN: to talk to you obviously! What if they fix the glitch and I’ll never be able to talk to you again..

Jaemin wanted to talk to you. He was trusting you wholeheartedly to add him on his private account. Did he have an idea of the kind of person you were ? How could he possibly risk his career to a nobody ?

Y/N: I do have kakao it’s YN_0023.... Jaemin I won’t say anything but are you sure this is okay ?

JAEMIN: yeah I’ll video call you and we can talk about it ...adding you now. Clear this chat after you get my text!

VIDEOCHAT ?

Is he absolutely insane ? Maybe the voice note was fabricated. Maybe this was some weirdo trying to prey on innocent fangirls. Maybe -

Nana00: heyyyyyyyyy :)

Y/n: hi Uhm is this ...Jaemin ...

Nana00: yup (inserts a pic with your username on a sheet of paper)

Y/n: holy shiiiiit

By now you were already pacing across your entire apartment trying to come to terms with what was going on in your life right now. It became a force of habit to constantly check Twitter and make sure by chance somebody mentioned a glitch of some sort or SM announcing that the app is under construction or SOMETHING.

‘This couldn’t be real’ you thought.

Nana00: lol you’re so funny so are you free to video call ?

Y/n: Uhm......are you sure that’s a good idea ?

Nana00: yeah I mean firstly I would like to know you’re real too lol and also I want to know if I can trust you with this information.....it’ll be quick I promise

Y/n: well....okay give me 10minutes please

Nana00: lol sure :)

After scrambling to your bathroom to make yourself a little presentable as if you just won a video call event for your ult, you finally set on a laidback look so it doesn’t look too obvious that you put a little effort in.

You decided to prop your phone on the mini tripod on your desk so the lighting from your bedroom window in front of you bounced off your skin perfectly.

Y/n: okay I’m ready. I’m a little shy so.....sorry if I can’t talk much...

Nana00: you don’t sound shy when you talk about me on bubble hehe ;)

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. The embarrassment was still eating at you and Jaemin was not letting you live those messages down.

Ring Ring Ring......

You saw your phone light up and Jaemins kakao profile picture fill your screen.

With a shaky finger you press the recieve button and watch as the pixelated video start to clear up, presenting a very smiley Na Jaemin.

“Hi there” he said in his high voice and a bright smile on his face. He seemed to be sitting at his desk as well, hair still wet from either a rainy day or a shower.

“Uhm hi” you replied shyly and waved awkwardly.

“So this is the face behind the bubble profile huh”

“I guess so” you replied. It seemed as though you were calm and collected but on the inside you were screaming. Screaming that you were conversing with one of your favourite people right now.

“Good! Sorry to ask this again but did you clear the chat on bubble ? We have to be careful with that” he said in a concerned voice.

“Yeah I did after you sent the pic I finally realized it was definitely you so I went ahead and did it” you quickly said, kinda embarrassed by how fast your words came out.

Jaemin chuckled.

“You still doubted me after the voice note?”

“Just a little”

“You’re so adorable it’s ridiculous you know that ?” He gleamed and neared the screen, his deep brown eyes focusing on yours “ where are you from y/n?”

“Well I live in a lot of places but my hometown is _______. I learnt most of my korean while studying here in Osaka weird enough” you shrugged.

You moved to Japan for your first year of university since it was where you sort of grew up as a kid and took up extra korean classes once settled in the city.

“Osaka ?? Wow I love Japan I can’t wait to go back! Well now I kinda have an excuse to go” he winked sending your heart into a frenzy.

You giggled shyly “is this the fan service everybody talks about ?

“Fan service is a job....this is different I’m sure you know that y/n haha”

“All of this because of my profile picture ?”

“Well” Jaemin bit down on his lip as his eyebrows turned into a frown

“I obviously saw your pic and thought you were very cute but a big part of it was your messages and how you would always message me when I most needed it.”

“My messages are very random” you chuckled.

“Still made me smile throughout my day and that means a lot” he said and ran his fingers through his hair “so it’s kinda selfish of me to say, but id like for you to update me...personally”

“Na Jaemin are you asking me to be your own personal bubble account ?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Yeah pretty much” he shrugged “I’ll repay the subscription when I see you Osaka.”

#Jaemin au #Nct fanfic #nct dream #na jaemin #NCT fluff #NCT scenario #Jaemin fluff #Dreamies #nct dream imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop au #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #nct #nct x reader

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@shepherds-of-haven, thanks for the fun prompts! I’ll be collecting my fics on AO3 as well.

encounter

She really doesn’t belong here.

Her fingers nervously run over the extra card in her pocket, as she scans the undulating crowd for telltale ashen hair and displeased features. It’s difficult, with the rhythmically flashing lights overhead. She’s tried calling, but with the heavy bass tingling in her jaw, it’s no wonder that Prihine hasn’t picked up. What her roommate could be doing in this downtown club, she has no idea, but she also doesn’t know the other girl that well. Prihine is from a wealthy Norm family, she never cleans up after herself, and from her frequent complaints, she loathes that she’s living in an ancient and cramped freshman dorm with a scholarship student who never goes to parties. But if something unsavory has happened to her, that would be awful.

So, she renews her grip on Prihine’s student ID and heads further into the building. She keeps to the walls, which are speckled with colorful paint and feel slightly sticky. But with her back covered, it’s safer this way. At first. Someone is shoved out of the crush, their solid back colliding into her, and she instinctively freezes. The pressure is brief, but she doesn’t wait to hear an apology, before she’s scrambling for the first exit sign in sight. She hurtles into a side street, ignoring the protests of a draft, and turns the nearest corner before collapsing.

The night air is cold, and she inhales lungfuls, trying to calm down. Trying not to cry. She has to find Prihine soon, and then, she can go back to campus. Where her classes are. Where the Mage clubs are filled with people who all know each other from Capra, while she was homeschooled. Where the Hunter organizations talk around her, forgetting she can understand their conversations. She hasn’t felt truly alone in years, but right now-

She isn’t. There’s someone here. She lifts her head and at the end of the alley, only a few paces away, she can make out the silhouette of a Hunter. White hair, gray eyes, a couple of piercings glinting in one ear, tattoos running up and down his arms. He’s crouched and balanced on his heels, an unlit stick of charch between his fingers, as he stares at her. 

“You okay?” His voice is low and placid, like he’s just woken up. 

“I...I just need a minute. I’m not good with crowds in tight spaces.”

“Yeah, I hate it when people breathe on me.”

She vigorously nods in agreement, before realizing. “Then, why are you here?”

“Band has a gig tonight. What about you?”

“I’m looking for my roommate. She forgot her ID, she can’t get back to our dorm without it.”

He gives a skeptical look, tucking the cigarette behind his unpierced ear for safekeeping. “Are you sure she’s in this club?”

While she answers, she takes out her phone. “She hasn’t returned my texts or calls, but she has Instagram. One of her cousins is famous on there, I think, and my roommate’s competitive, so she posts a lot. It looks like she was here in her last one...oh.” She frowns at the website, blocked entirely by a notification. She never did download the app, only searching for clues via Prihine’s frequently used social media, and now she needs an account to continue viewing.

He stifles a laugh, but his expression is only mildly amused as he extends his open palm. “Can I log in and try?”

“Sure. Thank you.” She draws closer to him, passing her device over, and his hand envelops it entirely. His thumbs are almost comically oversized as he types.

“Haven freshman?”

“Yes. Are you an upperclassman?”

“I dropped out a couple years ago. I’m across the street, at the culinary school. Is this the post you mentioned?” He slants the image towards her and she recognizes Prihine’s selfie, taken while she was waiting in line.

“Ah, that’s it! Have you seen her?”

“No, but one of my friends might have. He helps with the band’s publicity, so he’s around. Mind if I ask him?”

“Please, you’d be really helpful. Thank you, um...” 

“Halek.” He supplies, as he dials another guy named Riel, judging by the brief greeting when the call goes through. 

The conversation is short, and she notices the roommate must be from Leore, but she focuses on locating Prihine for the time being, only speaking to provide information and her own name. Riel doesn’t remember seeing the other girl, but he’ll check with security and will call back when they find her. The line dies, and with her phone back in her hands, she hesitates.

Fortunately, Halek pats the adjacent pavement. “Feel free to wait with me. Band’s not on again for another hour, so I’m not leaving.”

Relief sweeps over her, and she sits down, inquiring. “What do you play?”

“None of the others can agree on a genre, but I’m on drums. We perform around town, sometimes on campus if you’ve heard us before.”

“I don’t think so. Sorry.” She reflexively apologizes. “I don’t get out much.” Certainly, nowhere other than lecture auditoriums and the dining halls.

“What’s your major?”

“Biology, I’m pre-med.”

“Ah, that explains it. You’d get along with my twin brother, he’s currently applying and I don’t envy him. Everyone in our family’s invested in his acceptance, since somebody needs to live up to their standards. He’s not at Haven, but I can give you his number if you have questions.”

“I don’t want to bother him, if he’s stressed out.”

“He’s always stressed out though. That’s just how he is.” Nevertheless, his tone is fond.

“You must be close.” She draws her knees up, interlacing her fingers around them. “Your family doesn’t approve of your career?”

“They never did, they wanted me to be a politician.” He makes a disgusted expression. “No thanks. Too much work.”

“It definitely is. Signing papers, holding press conferences. A lot of people would be breathing on you.” She does her best to maintain a straight face.

“Exactly.” His gaze shifts to meet hers, and she’s not sure who breaks first, but in the next moment, they’re both laughing. Her hair’s fallen loose, and as she recovers her composure, she tucks it behind her ears. Not for the first time, he glances at the white streak, but he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he fishes in his back pocket, removing a small punch card that doubles as an advertisement. “Politics would mean quitting my job at the café too. It’s quiet, we have some Haven students like you.”

She accepts it, noting the offer of a free meal after five purchases. “What kind of food do you serve?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” He pulls up his Instagram, scrolling through vibrant pictures of their daily specials, each plate unique. It all seems appetizing, especially in the short cooking videos. In the clips, his steady fingers arrange sandwiches, work over pans of sizzling ingredients, and decorate confections.

There’s one motion in particular that intrigues her. “How’d you do that? Break an egg with one hand?”

“It’s just easier for me, keeps my other one available.”

“You make it look natural.” She attempts to figure out the trick, imagining an egg in her palm and flexing her knuckles.

“One of the waitresses can do it too.”

“So, is it a hiring requirement?”

He laughs again. “No, the other one breaks every egg she touches. You can meet them and see for yourself. You’d probably get along with them.” There’s a pause, as he gives a thoughtful expression. “Thanks.”

Too surprised, she stammers. “F-for what?”

“Usually, I’m too tired for these late night gigs, but right now, I feel fine. I can make it through tonight.”

“...Me too.” She softly says. Her earlier panic has been forgotten, and Halek’s presence is comforting. She’s having fun, just sitting out here and talking. Laughing, which she hasn’t in a long time. Already, she feels closer to him than anyone on campus.

Riel’s return call interrupts them, with the news that her roommate is currently detained at the club’s entrance and clearly unhappy by the screeching in the background. It’s her cue to go, and she hastily brushes herself off, thanking Halek again.

“No problem. Are you going back to your dorm?”

“I thought I would.” She hesitates for just a second, before venturing. “Or I can stay? And listen to your band’s performance?”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “If you want, I can let you in backstage. Take a nap, eat the snacks I brought. You don’t have to worry about crowds at all.”

Oh. That’s very kind of him. Her heart skips a beat, and she hopes she’s not blushing. “Okay then. I’d like that. See you soon?”

“See ya.”

Squaring her shoulders, she makes her way to the front. She braces for whatever abrasive words are in store, but she’s made up her mind. For the first time this semester, she’ll try to have an enjoyable college experience.

#shepherds of haven #shepherds of summer 2021 #she was the best mc for a college au because you know #*identity crisis*

[btsslowburnfic]

The Arrangement Chapter 8

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: First day on the job.

Previous chapter here

------------------------ You received a text message at around 8 am telling you the car had arrived to take you to BigHit. Your aunt had already left for work and took your sister and niece along with her. Your brother had left hours ago so there was no big “goodbye” or anything. You took a look around the small apartment and sighed. It had been really nice of your aunt to take the three of you in. You hoped that you had made the right decision. You put on your backpack, grabbed your suitcases, and headed out the door.

The car was easy to spot. Your apartment complex was not fancy so there weren’t usually vehicles with chauffeurs waiting out front. The tall man waved at you, “ Ms. [Y/L/N]?’ he asked.

You nodded and he walked over to take your bags. “You don’t have to do that,” you politely declined.

“I insist ma’am.” He responded and put the suitcases in the trunk. He moved over and opened the door for you. Fancy. 

“Thank you,” you said as you sat your backpack down on the seat and slid in. This was a definite improvement over the bus or walking, you thought as the car began to head towards the middle of the city.  After a short drive the car pulled into what you assumed was the back entrance of the building and down a ramp into an underground garage. The driver scanned a badge at an outer gate and then had to show an id card at a second guard station a few meters further. Wow, security around here was tight, you thought. Good. 

The driver pulled up next to an elevator and got your bags out. “Alright miss, I assume you’ll have messages about where to go next. Take care.”

“Thank you!” You awkwardly waved as you rolled your bags next to the elevator and took out your phone.

NJ: When you get here, head to the 18th floor and someone will assist you.

Ok. You stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button. Your breathing had started to increase. You found yourself suddenly nervous, remembering that you were starting a new job today, and moving in somewhere new, and you were supposed to marry some basically random dude. Deep breaths. You should have refilled your prescription, you found yourself thinking as you started to become dizzy. Fortunately for you, the doors to the elevator opened and a person got on, pulling you out of your panic attack. 

“Hey! Moving in?” The voice was clear and cute. You looked up. It belonged to a girl either younger than you or with a better skin care routine.

“Oh, yeah. It’s my first day.” You added shyly.

“Nice to meet you!” She bowed politely. “My name is Alice. I moved in last year around this time.” She smiled. 

“[Y/N], it’s nice to meet you as well,” you returned.

“I’m a make-up artist.” She added.

“Oh, how fun. I suck at make-up.” You said before you could stop yourself. 

She laughed. “I don’t know, I think you did a pretty good job for a more natural look,” She said while assessing your face. The elevator dinged at the 14th floor. “This is me. I hope I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, thanks!” You said, grateful for the distraction. A few seconds later, you arrived at your floor.  You stepped off and found yourself in a very fancy hallway.  It looked like it belonged in a luxury hotel.It was very different from the floors you had seen so far. You scanned the hallway and saw a man in a checkered suit sitting on a chair, leaned over and looking at his phone. You checked your phone again, no new messages. You cleared your throat slightly, unsure if maybe Namjoon had mis-typed the floor or something.

The man in the chair looked up, “Oh. Hello there,” he smiled and stood up. “Jung Hoseok at your service.” He quickly walked over and put out his hand. His suit was quite loud, but it worked on him. 

“Hi. [Y/N]. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh. This will be fantastic. Come with me.” He turned before you could ask him what he was talking about. You grabbed your bags and followed.  He walked quickly as though he was on a mission. You didn’t see any other doors as you followed him.

“Alright, you are in unit 1802. Here is your key card.” He stopped in front of a door and handed you a key fob. “Get settled in. Get cleaned up. The rest of your schedule should be in the App. Security is expecting you in 45 minutes to get your badge. Good luck!” He smiled and turned away quickly, chuckling to himself.

You stood there confused for a minute. What the hell kind of dorms were these? You shook your head and swiped the card. You were expecting a small foyer that would be covered in other people’s shoes. Instead you immediately noticed how quiet the space was and were greeted by a large sunken room with benches lining the perimeter. You stepped down into it, pulling your suitcases behind you. There were a few pairs of shoes neatly stored under the seats. You slipped yours off as well and left your two large bags in the foyer. As you walked further into the apartment,  it quickly became clear to you this was no ordinary dorm. 

The place was massive with gleaming marble floors and glass windows running along the entire length of the large living room. On the left side of the living room was a fireplace, situated next to a large staircase heading up to a loft area. A kitchen was to your right. A few bowls and cups sat in a drying rack. A rice cooker was on. Other than that, there were no indications that people actually lived here.

"Hello?" you called into the space. The living room was sparsely furnished with a couch, coffee table, and TV. You walked through the living room and down a hallway. You found a bathroom, an empty room, and a bedroom. The bedroom had nothing other than a bed, night stand, and wardrobe. You furrowed your brow. Was this your room? Was the empty one yours? Ugh. You imagined Namjoon smirking at you as you walked back into the living room. 

You were looking down at your phone as you entered and paused only because you heard a slight dragging sound. You looked up and saw Mr. Min wearing only grey boxer shorts and shuffling towards the kitchen. His body was lean and pale and he had the tiniest bit of a tummy and wow you felt like a pervert all of a sudden. 

Your face grew red and you didn't know if you should say something or slowly back down the hallway or run for the exit to never return. Unfortunately you didn't get a chance to decide. Yoongi looked over at you. He slowly blinked his eyes as though trying to assess if you were really there or not. "Why the hell are you here?" he asked, his voice deep and gravelly like he had just woken up. 

Your mouth gaped open as though speaking was a new skill. "Umm… I am. I am so sorry. Mr Jung gave me a key and told me I would be staying here." You averted your eyes from his half-naked body, slightly surprised that he didn't seem to be bothered by that at all. 

Yoongi scratched his head, fluffing his hair and let out something like a growling sound. He picked up a remote from the kitchen counter and hit a button, causing the curtains to close halfway and darken the living room. 

"I'm sorry if there's been some sort or mix-up." You tried not to stare. "I'm supposed to get down to security for my badge. I'll talk to Namjoon and get this straightened out, ok?"  You heard a noncommittal grunt and the refrigerator open and a drink tab being popped. You looked over to see Yoongi pounding an iced coffee. He sat it down on the counter and looked at you. You did your best to maintain eye contact. 

"Want one? " He asked. 

'Uh yeah sure." you walked closer still trying to not check him out. 

He pulled another drink out of the fridge and handed it to you. It had a picture of V on it, causing you to laugh. These fucking models were everywhere. 

"Don't worry. I'll kill Namjoon and Hobi myself. You can leave your bags here for now." He said, grabbing his can of coffee he headed out of the kitchen and up the staircase. You stared at him the entire time while sipping the coffee. There's no harm in looking at your future husband you laughed at yourself at how weird this fucking thing was. 

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You refreshed your make-up in the bathroom before leaving the apartment and then opened the BigHit App to see where the security office was. The building was massive and had its own gym and grocery store. Jesus.  

You exited the elevator and saw Namjoon waiting in a chair. "Oh, so you're still alive?" you asked. 

"Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you." He countered, standing up. "Are your new living quarters acceptable?" 

Your jaw dropped. "It seems like you dropped me into Mr. Mins house" you whispered, looking around. "I don't see how that's very discreet at all. And it seemed like he was surprised by it as well." 

Namjoon shrugged. "Eh it can't be helped. You two will eventually live together anyways right? Why make you move twice? And besides, only Jin lives on that floor and he thinks it's hilarious. He doesn't know about the dating thing but he does think having Yoongi live with his assistant is some kdrama level shit."

You rolled your eyes. *Yeah well Yoongi hates it. You should have told him first." 

"Yoongi hates everything I do so I don't really care. Let's get your badge ready and then you have to start posting. First day on the job selfie, tweet, whatever it is you kids do these days." 

You rolled your eyes at him, "I'm older than you." 

"To the security office Noona! Jesus why didn't you do your make-up? This badge has to be worn at all times." 

"I did do my make-up today, asshole," you responded as the two of you walked around the corner to the security office. He opened the door and ushered you in. 

"Gentleman, here is Ms. [Y/L/N] ready for her badge and photo." Namjoon plastered on his smile, causing you to scowl. 

The men walked you through another set of paperwork, fingerprints, and a photo. Twenty minutes later you had a fancy security badge clipped to your skirt. 

"Stay out of trouble. Stay on top of the App. If you need anything text Jimin. And start posting" Namjoon said, exiting the security office. He headed in front of you and around the corner,suddenly stopping. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You heard Yoongi's voice. It sounded like his voice but you hadn't heard him get angry yet. 

"Not now Yoongi, I have a meeting in 15 minutes." Namjoon sighed. 

"You just dropped a girl into my house without telling me and think I'm not going to have something to say about it?" 

"You knew she was starting today. You agreed that the two of you were going through with all of this. What did you think that meant? Huh?" Namjoon said, almost bored.

"Why don't I get a say in any of this?" Yoongi raised his voice, exasperated. 

"You did. You picked her." Namjoon said calmly as he pushed the up button on the elevator. 

"This is such bullshit!" he yelled. You walked around the corner, surprising him. 

The elevator for Namjoon arrived and he got on it, not bothering to look back. 

You walked closer to Yoongi. "Hey. I'm sorry this was a surprise for you. It was to me too. I thought I would be in a dorm with a bunch of other girls." You gave him a sympathetic look. 

He took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry it's not you. It's just...ughhh…" He put the hat back on.

"Really. It's fine. It seems like Namjoon isn't interested in our opinions though, huh? I'm a good roommate. I'm quiet and I clean up after myself. And I can cook." 

Yoongi wasn’t angry at you, so his feelings had morphed into pouting at this point. "It's fine I put your bags in the guest bedroom." He pushed a button on the elevator. He sighed 

"Thanks Yoongi." you said, standing next to him. 

“And I can cook too. So don’t think that’s part of your job or anything.”

“Now what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t cook for you,” You teased as the doors opened up. You were surprised to see him blushing. He hit the button for the 12th floor, keeping his head down the entire way.  NEXT CHAPTER

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