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messenger-of-babel · 2 months ago

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Voicemails

Summary: When complications arise on his mission, all he has is one phone call back to you. (Death Island! Leon x reader)

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Notes: It really does end here, huh? 🥹 This is the last post for this month. We have officially finished Angstober 2024. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged, followed, and sent me things to my inbox. It's going to be weird not writing for you all every day, but you'll still see me around. I'm going to take a small break and write in the background, get through requests and stuff. I'm moving house and graduating at the same time so I might not post a whole lot till I'm settled again, but then you can count on me for more than angst!

General warnings for language use, spoilers for Death Island if you haven't seen it (you should it's quite funny), and a mildly OOC Leon but we can all be saps sometimes. Warping the events of the movie to my own benefit.

Enjoy our last post of this month, sweethearts~

RiRi xx

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"You wanna make a call?" Chris grunts, looking down at him. Leon looks up at him, vision blurry and pain radiating through his body. His neck stings from where the microdrone bit him, and he can no longer feel anything from his thighs down, just a numb tingle. He has to consciously remind himself to breathe, in through the nose and out through the mouth.

"You got- you got a way?" he rasps back, eyes scrunching in confusion. Chris nods, the bigger man bucking slightly against the cell wall he's leaning against.

"Left- left pocket." he grits out. "Claire got the signal through before we got bit. It's only strong enough for one call, then Dylan's framework will probably patch it."

Leon sighs, head hitting the rusted bars of Alcatraz. This had been another run of the mill mission, find the missing scientist selling government secrets, pack him up and ship him back to the government to be trialled at court. In the true fashion of his 'run of the mill missions', nothing went according to that plan and veered off into a clusterfuck as usual. The BSAA had been involved chasing their own leads, and he had run into Jill in the sewers running from zombies. the plague that seemed to follow him like a shadow ever since he left Raccoon as a young and very traumatised cop.

He was supposed to get in and out, wrap it up so he could come home to you like he promised. As he sat there writhing, he wondered what the look on your face would be if he wasn't able to make it to the cruise that you had both planned. You had lobbied both him and the DSO for a holiday, and after many angry letters and snatching the phone out of his hand to yell at his supervisor, you had succeeded in getting him two months off. Without hesitation you had booked the both of you on a cruise, shushing him every time he had tried to protest.

If he was being honest, just sleeping at home would have been enough. He could barely remember the last time that he had sat down or stopped for a moment. The days that he was at the office or on a mission blurred together so often that he was beginning to forget what colour you had both decided to paint the kitchen, making him falter when coworkers made small talk with him in the staff room. Which side of the bed you preferred to sleep on, what bills needed to be paid first, whether the spare bedroom was being turned into an office or a workshop or not. It was when his forgetfulness led him to forget what month it was and being blindsided to your own anniversary that he finally snapped out of it.

You had been sitting on the porch steps dressed in your finery, watery eyes looking up at him as he pulled into the driveway, your knees pulled to your chest. He had jumped from the car like you were shot, the realisation of what he had done thrumming hard in his chest. "I'm so sorry" he had murmured into your hair, holding you tight. "I am so so sorry."

You had just sniffled in response and eventually gave him a weak hug back, and he clung to that like a lifeline. He swore that he would never fuck up like that again, and he intended to keep that promise.

So, he had relented to the cruise vacation, telling himself that he would be able to relax and unwind on the seas and out of service of work. They could call another agent for once, he wanted to focus on nothing but the smile you wore as you got to carry out the couple things he felt he had denied you your entire relationship. Getting to use the swim up bar, taking photos together, dressing in matching clothes for the cheesy cruise quiz nights. If that was what you wanted, that is what he was going to give you. Besides, it gave him a chance to relish in you again.

You, who had cancelled the wedding of your dreams to get married at the courthouse with him when he got called away suddenly and you weren't sure if you would see him again. You had been married within hours with the rings he had picked and you in the finest you could find on such short notice. He had thought you looked stunning, even if the lighting was the harsh LED of the courthouse and not candles like you had wanted.

You, who had put up with months of him being gone, not knowing if he was dead or alive. Who had to stay up late tracking the news for crumbs of his whereabouts, only able to make guesses to where he might have been assigned. Every death, every bioterrorist attack overseas carrying the possibility that Leon's body was among those being pulled from the carnage.

You, who he was calling right now with the jacked cell phone from Chris's pocket, dial tone droning on.

Leon had been stung last, used as nothing more than an example to show off the latest weapon in the bioterror market. Yet he was losing feeling fast, much faster than Chris or even Claire struggling in the other cell. It was like his atoms were screaming at him, writhing in him at a molecular level. Breathing felt like it was through a damp cloth, lungs having to work twice as hard to suck oxygen into his lungs. His eyelids were struggling to stay awake and fight off the black curtains that floated in the corners. he could see the way that the others looked at him, with pity and with concern. As soon as he had caught the eye of Chris, saw the flicker of fear cross the usually confident man's face, he knew that he was reacting worse than all of them.

So here he was, heart in his throat as he prepared to tell you the words he hadn't been expecting to say when he left that morning. When the line doesn't pick up he curses, waiting for the tone. He wasn’t going to waste his chance.

"Hi! If I haven't picked up, I can't come to the phone right now. If you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Please wait for the beep, thank you!"

He smiles to himself at the chipper tone of your voice, sounding heaven sent even through the phone. When he hears the tone he takes a deep breath, as big as he can and puts a fake smile on his face. He hopes that it makes his tone come out just a little sweeter for you, even though he knows that you'll be worried regardless.

"Hey, Sweetheart." he starts, voice raspy. "I'm sorry to be calling you like this. I just wanted to call to hear your voice. I-I missed you. I know you didn’t pick up, so you're probably busy. Now don't call me back immediately, I... won’t be able to pick up for a while. I just...damnit I wanted to just hear you." He grits out, head falling against the bars as he loses strength in his neck. He catches eyes with Chris, the older man's eyes misting over as he looks down at him before he turns his head away, the most privacy he can give him in the situation.

"I just wanted to call to let you know that I love you...and I miss you." he begins again. With his eyes closed the words come easier, the image of you flitting into his mind's eye. You look at him in his spectral vision with a smile, encouraging him to go on. He feels his chest ease, like he's actually talking to you, and the both of you are the only ones in the room. "I know you're going to worry. I know this doesn't sound good-" he grits his teeth against another hot flash of pain. "And... it’s not." he finishes. "I want to tell you…that I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't think I'm gonna make it home tonight, baby. I... I might not make it back from this." he tries to chuckle, but the sound is dry, and the effort hurts his chest. "Things got bad here, and it's not looking good. I think- I think it ends here, honey. If I don't make it just...just, please look after yourself."

He takes a shaky breath, and the silence of everyone around him is deafening. The scene is oddly private and uncomfortable for the others in the vicinity, while the usually ever-energetic man known as Leon delivers his verbal will. "I know you won’t want to go, but go on that cruise. You worked hard for it, and you were so excited. I wanted to go swimming with you, fall asleep by the pool and pretend it was the honeymoon I owe you. So, I want you to still go on it. Even if I don't come back...I'll ask the big man above to let me hang around long enough to do it with you, even if you won't be able to see me. I made a promise remember? No more missing big things." he whispers into the phone.

His throat is beginning to hurt, like speaking around a sharp lump every time he formed a word. "And the house is yours, it should go into your name. The car, everything, you'll have it all. I just...I just wish it could have been different, you know?" he says into the receiver, that has begun to waver by his cheek. "But it is what it is, and I guess it finally caught up to me. I'm sorry I was such a shitty husband." he says, a light tremor in his voice. "I wish I had come home to you more, not left the bed cold. I wish I could have made you more dinners and more breakfasts in bed, just to show you how much I loved you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I never told it to you enough, or managed to even put into actions just how much you mean to me, but I do. You mean everything, sweetheart." he chokes into the phone, a small smile on his face. "I love you more than anything, so...so don't think anything else, okay? This isn't your fault. It never was. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, you hear me? So you pick yourself up when I'm gone," he gasps out, hand beginning to waver. "You put yourself back in that saddle, and you show the world just how strong you are. Show them the person I fell in love with." he says with a smile, before breaking into a fit of painful coughs.

"Don't stay up, sweetheart. Get to bed early. I miss you, more than you'll ever know." he coughs out into the receiver before his body can't hold him up anymore and he slides down the bars until his cheek is pressing into the concrete, hand falling to his side and phone clattering against the stone. He can hear the tone end, and the automated whoosh sound as the voicemail sends. With bleary eyes he can make out the turned head of Claire, looking down at him with wobbling lips and tear-filled eyes.

"Look after 'em, hey?" he rasps out, pain in his chest stabbing as the black curtains begin to slide across his vision. Claire nods, and he can hear Chris grunt in the background. Leon falls into an unconsciousness shortly after, the smiling image of you the last thing he holds close to him as the blackness swallows him completely. As his body stills, a small smile is frozen on his face, the arrogant half tilted smirk he so loved to give you.

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Typing away at your computer, you work till your eyes go square from the computer screen. You wipe a hand over your face as you review the spreadsheet that you're working on, leaning back to take a sip of your coffee. Your music blasts in your headphones, and for a quick break you pull up the checklist you've made for your upcoming holiday.

You're so engrossed in your work that you're unaware as your phone screen glows to life beside you, message popping across your notification bar.

You have (1) new voicemails.

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alienbycomics · 7 months ago

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Alienby Comics

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luvnoirs · 11 months ago

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paige bueckers x fem!reader hcs !

warning(s): none ! (sfw)

she's so attentive like you can obviously tell during her interviews so she loves listening to you what you have to say. it doesn't even have to be a serious or heavy conversation. you could be talking about the weather and she'd be so tuned in like she's in love fr

date nights are mostly chill and cozy vibes. like you'll have movie nights or go to the beach if it's nice out. sometimes you'll stay in an do karaoke cause paige swears up and down that she can sing like sza. but then again paige loves spending quality time with you so she considers everything you do together a date

she'll point to you and say "this is for you" before she shoots the ball (she makes it of course) and then smooch at you

has a playlist dedicated just for you on her public apple music account with songs that remind her of you. it's mostly rnb vibes and "love" by keysha cole is the first song on there

calls you "princess"

like i said before she's big on physical touch so she likes to give back hugs and shoulder kisses

also clingy as hell... if she's had a busy day with school and/or practice and hasn't seen you in a while, prepare to be suffocated by her the second she she's you

paige always thinks she's right so you two are always arguing (nothing too serious just dumb stuff mostly)

"you did not just say drake's best album is 'thank me later'..."

if the argument is serious and she's mad at you or vice versa, it literally never lasts more than five minutes because she hates not seeing you happy. she'll even admit she's wrong

she'll wrap her long arms around you as you face the opposite direction with your arms crossed and a frown on your face. she bends down to place a kiss on the side of your face before her head falls into the crook of your neck. "i'm sorry..."

damn near forces you to play fortnite with her and hypes you up every time you get a kill. she'll be so proud of you too with a stupid smile on her face as she watches you play

all her tiktok drafts are full of those cheesy ass slideshows about your relationship but she makes sure to post the 'what's up riri/what's up rocky' one publicly for everyone to see how cute yall are

she's definitely not one of those people who controls what their s/o wears so if you want to wear something revealing, she'll be all for it

very protective but not to the point where it's consuming or overwhelming. like if you're walking on the sidewalk she'll always make sure she's on the side closest to the street

when it comes to gifts she loves to do the most. like she already loves spoiling you so if it's christmas or valentines day she'll be stressing about making sure your gift is perfect. she's lowkey a romantic too so she'll get you the traditional red roses and scatter rose petals along the floor in your bedroom, and then gets red faced when you tease her about how 'corny' it is (you love it tho)

on the more sensitive side she lets her guard down around you. if she's upset about anything she'll vent to you or cry it out as you rub her back and wipe her tears

calls you her "wife" especially when referring to you while talking to other people like yall are so locked in

pls lemme know if you want more or send some requests thru my asks lmao

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers x reader #x reader #wbb #college basketball

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auraworkshop · 11 months ago

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🎀 MY VOID SUCCESS STORY 🎀

Hi Aura, I'm also one of those peoples who WOKE UP IN THE VOID using your sub. I'm so grateful to you <3

I have been in this community for preety long and never seen any blogger doing this except riri and you! I always used to I wish I could also take advantage when little manifested for people as I wasn't there on the time when she did so.

But a GENUINE THANKS to you for manifesting the void for people !

Thankyou for giving us an upgraded and effortless way to enter the void.

You are the only blogger here who really wants to help people I swear, everyone else here are just taking ADVANTAGE of those who are desperate to change their lives.

They just repeat those old same posts over and over about motivation, persisting ENDLESSLY, doing this and that ... And I know that half of the people of the void community are LYING about their so called success stories :)

But I know you are gonna bring a huge change in this community soon enough,

Your approach to move this community forward is like watering the dull flowers to make them bloom again🌷!!

Btw, My void experience was truly horrible, I literally felt like I almost died, ☠️ the symptoms were so INTENSE like seriously!! But when I got in, it was peaceful, silent, black and something space like uk...

I manifested 150+ pages of my desires ofcourse I'm ain't gonna list all of em but I'll list the main thinggs here :

🎀Looking like wonyoung ( face )

🎀Body structure like Jennie

🎀Hairs like lisaa LOL

🎀Doe eyes

🎀Lucky girl syndrome

🎀Manifested back my dead granny

🎀A cat

🎀Living near wonyoung

🎀Life app

🎀1 million dollars to be credited to my bank account every 24 hours

🎀Caring, chiil and cool parents

🎀Knowing every language

🎀Not being clumsy

🎀Never having children's

🎀Increased my age ( only 2 years ☠️ )

🎀Voice like Ariana

🎀My crush

🎀Desired wardrobe

🎀Loyal friends

🎀Forgetting about my life before void ( I seriously don't remember anything)

🎀No need to go to poop again

🎀The ability to fly and stop time

THANKYOU FOR EXISTING <3, I'm gonna deactivate now and live my dream life !!

Love ya, mwahh ♡

SUCCESS STORY ♡

Congratulations buddy ! I know It can be frustrating when people keep saying the same things over and over again and not actually taking any concrete action. I truly believe in helping people in a genuine and meaningful way, not just repeating empty motivational jargon. I'm so glad to hear that you are now finally living your dream life :) Let's keep supporting each other and bringing much-needed changes to the void community 🤍

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ririicherry · 17 days ago

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WHAT THE FUCK TYSM WTH??? OMGGG I CANT???? AAAAA TYSMMM!!

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asmuchasidliketo · 2 years ago

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Also this one, from English to French:

The word I circled is one of the French words for “dick”. No, not the nickname.

listen. in french, we don't label products as miscellaneous, we say assortiment. and the word flavor is saveur. and chapstick is baume à lèvres. and a product tag is so small.

I will always remember you, Baume à lèvres saveur ass.

#*squeal of laughter*#*crying from laughter*#OP thank you so much I never thought of that one #When I began reading the post I thought it would be about the elegance of the word 'baume' compared to 'stick'#In case you were wondering the French nickname for Richard is 'Riri'#Unless you actually asked for that nickname it's as humiliating as it sounds

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rahuratna · 6 months ago

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Ikemen Kaisen

Chapter 1: Step into the Industry

Cross posted!

Summary: A cursed spirit develops a massive crush on the 7:3 sorcerer while he's on a mission. Trapping him in its unique otome game domain, the spirit soon discovers that it's bitten off a lot more than it can chew with this particular jujutsu sorcerer ...

Content: Humour, fluff, crack, otome game satire, Nanami has Rizz with a capital 'R', the first year trio obtaining front row seats to this absolute shitshow.

“Yes, Itadori, you heard me correctly.”

Yuuji’s eyes had widened to impossible proportions, hands clasped together so tightly, his knuckles were turning white.

“Wait, you’re serious? You’re for real, Nanamin? We’re going to -”

“A concert, yes. I don’t like repeating mission details, so listen closely.”

Yuuji snapped to attention, one hand raised to his head in a smart salute.

“Yuuji, reporting for duty, sir!”

Nanami sighed. It was Thursday, a day he didn’t particularly fancy in terms of starting a new mission. Missions that started mid-week invariably ended up incurring overtime, along with eating into his weekend on occasion. He would do his duty diligently, nonetheless, as he was expected to show Yuuji the general procedure for such investigations. Thus, he had occupied this empty classroom for a briefing. He stood before the whiteboard on which he had neatly printed the details in bullet points (a necessity for Yuuji’s attention span). Pointing to the first line, he began.

“We’ve been receiving reports for a few months now about suspicious activity at idol performances all around Tokyo. Fans of certain idols have been going missing. All cases so far showed that the victims disappeared shortly after concerts, fan-meets and other public appearances. Initially, we could not make a direct correlation to curse activity. The disappearances themselves were sporadic and presented no specific pattern, so the case was placed under revision and monitored. Recent events, however, changed things.”

Nanami pointed to a photograph of a young man, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, artfully posed to highlight his muscular torso in a hooded jacket that was unzipped. He wore tight, dark jeans, strategically ripped, and was smiling coyly at the camera. He was undoubtedly very good looking.

“This is Takashima Ryouta, stage name Ryo-ri.”

“Eh? Like RiRi?”

“It’s his concert we’ll be attending. Recent disappearances occurring after his concerts have been far more targeted and blatant. Furthermore, our windows have reported cursed energy levels spiking in the general vicinity of these events.”

Yuuji raised his hand.

“Yes, Itadori?”

“How do we know that these disappearances are even linked to idols specifically? What if it’s something else they all have in common? Like, some kinda shady fan club? Or maybe someone’s just targeting big groups of people?”

Nanami pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, expression carefully blank despite the small surge of pride he felt at Yuuji’s astute observation.

“The latest victims were obviously targeted with intent. You see, Takashima has recently been growing in popularity, thanks to his appearance on a TV show. Some of his fanbase is therefore quite intense.”

Yuuji sighed.

“Yeah, they go rabid for guys who look like that.”

“For this reason, his agency has come up with a strategy to gain interest amongst his fans, but also keep him safe. Our intelligence network has informed us that they put up a lottery for each live event he performs at, allowing one fan to join him on stage for the duration of a song. The lottery is fake, however. Girls are hired from talent agencies affiliated with Takashima’s. They are disguised heavily and every time he makes an appearance, one of these ‘lucky’ girls is the one chosen to join him on stage. This way, his fans will continue to buy tickets in the hopes that they will be chosen by lottery, but will never actually interact with him on stage.”

Yuuji’s mouth dropped open.

“Whoa! That’s … really not cool! Isn’t that kinda like false advertising?”

“We’re not here to judge the insidious marketing strategies employed by a soulless, capitalist-driven entertainment industry that consumers blindly latch onto like tapeworms.”

“Er – “

“Rather, we’re going to be investigating why all the young ladies hired from the talent agency to join Takashima on stage have disappeared shortly after each performance.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. As I said, this, along with the more pronounced spikes in cursed energy, make this a case we can no longer afford to leave to regular law enforcement. You and I will be stationed within this area,” and here Nanami pointed to a roughly circular outline on a map of Akihabara. “We have also been provided with special VIP pass tickets to the concert tomorrow and will be closely monitoring the interactions between Takashima and this week’s chosen representative on stage. Afterwards, we will conduct surveillance on the individual in question. Please remember, our presence must be kept discreet at all times and we must blend in to the crowd at the concert as seamlessly as possible.”

Yuuji tapped his chin. “Blend in, huh? That won’t be a problem for me but, uh, Nanamin, not to be weird or anything – “

“Don’t worry on my account, Itadori. I have everything planned out. I have never had trouble with creating a cover.”

Yuuji shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited outside the main entrance of Jujutsu Tech for Nanami to make his appearance. For once, the energetic young student had arrived earlier than his experienced mentor. He had grabbed a hot coffee from the machine in the foyer to pass the time. The caffeine was not calming in the slightest.

There was something about the current mission that both excited him and filled him with nervous anticipation. From the summarized report that Nanami had left for him to read, he knew that the number of disappearances meant that they might be dealing with a tricky opponent this time. The fact that this activity was happening in such a crowded area of Tokyo also indicated that whoever was engineering these vanishings was either unhinged or audacious, neither of which boded well.

A black sedan with tinted windows made its way around the side of the building and Yuuji hopped forward, waving. The car drew to a halt beside him and he opened the passenger door, grinning as he spied Nanami in the driver’s seat.

“Whoa Nanamin, I like the fit!”

Nanami’s immaculate suit had been replaced by jeans, a simple, but expensive-looking grey knit shirt and a long, dark overcoat. His signature shades had been substituted for designer sunglasses and the sleek band of his wristwatch gleamed from beneath his sleeve. The normally swept back hairstyle was a little more relaxed, making him look closer to his age than he usually did.

“Thank you, Yuuji. You’re suitably dressed, I see.”

The student cocked his head and Nanami nodded, anticipating his question.

“I’ll be calling you Yuuji for the duration of this mission. I’ve decided that we’ll present ourselves as uncle and nephew. I am your – “

“For real?”

Yuuji’s eyes were shining in a way that made Nanami cough and turn away. He propped up his glasses and shifted gear, the car gliding away from the main gates of the school.

“Yes. That way I can call you Yuuji and you can continue to call me … Nanamin, I suppose. I am visiting home after some time away and decided to spend some quality time with you, my nephew. And so, I’m taking you to a concert that you’ve been wanting to attend for some time. I trust you did your homework?”

Yuuji nodded proudly before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I downloaded all of Ryo-ri’s songs last night and learned the lyrics. He’s not bad! I can totally jam to this.”

“Good. It’ll be a long drive, so use the time to brush up on the mission details.”

Which is exactly what Yuuji did, to begin with. He pulled the folder from his backpack and opened it out on his lap. Nanami had been kind enough to summarize the numerous reports for him and provided concise profiles of the main players in the case. Eyes running over Takashima’s info page, Yuuji frowned slightly. Something was missing. He glanced out of the window at the passing scenery, trying for a while to figure out what it was, before his eyes widened.

So obvious!

Scrolling rapidly on his phone, Yuuji began to search for Takashima’s Instagram. The information in Nanami’s profile, as succinct and useful as it was, lacked … flavour. Social media would give Yuuji a more accurate idea of the image the idol was trying to put out there. Soon enough, he found what he was looking for.

Uhhh, okay then.

Takashima’s pictures skirted that fine border of what Kugisaki would call ‘spicy’. They were definitely risqué for an idol, but this was what seemed to appeal to his particular audience. Yuuji’s eyebrows shot up at the sheer number of likes one particular photo had. The picture was a mirror selfie, showing Takashima’s glistening torso, presumably after a workout, his face obscured teasingly by the phone. Yuuji nodded sagely. This image fitted in with a lot of the lyrics he had been learning yesterday.

“Ohh, I see. He’s going for playful fuckboy, but like, more tasteful.”

“Pardon?”

“Oops … I said that out loud, huh?”

“Yes, you did. Now explain.”

Yuuji scrubbed a hand through his hair.

“Sooo, like, how do I explain this? Idols have images they create, right?”

“I’m aware.”

“And those images draw fans and make them more popular. I checked out Ryo-ri’s IG page and … and you know what IG is right?”

“I’m not five centuries old, Yuuji.”

“Fine, fine! Just checking. Wait, do you have – “

“I use it to follow recipe pages and food blogs. Let’s move on.”

“So, from what I’m seeing here, Ryo-ri’s fans are mainly girls who like this image he puts out of being … you know. Like a playboy, a guy who doesn’t take things seriously, but nice at the same time. The persona is … the guy who’ll steal a girl’s heart and move on quickly, but she can’t have bad feelings towards him, because he’s not an asshole? It’s why he also has fans who are guys. They kinda want to be like him and they feel his lyrics. You get what I’m saying?”

Nanami hummed thoughtfully. “I think so. And this is what’s called … a fuckboy?”

Yuuji snorted loudly.

“That word sounds so wrong coming from you. Not exactly. Guys who get called that can be flaky and do dumb stuff, but Ryo-ri’s got the right balance. He’s got the ‘naughty, but chill’ vibe.”

“I see. And do you think this makes him more or less likely to be responsible for the disappearances?”

The words sobered Yuuji, who sat back, a warm feeling filtering into his chest. As much as he had found it difficult to get along with the taciturn ex-salaryman to begin with, his view had changed a lot over time. Nanami was the epitome of a responsible adult, his stern exterior hiding just how kind and patient he was, especially with students. There were times like these, when he would ask for Yuuji’s opinion in such a straightforward manner that it made the boy want to prove himself even more, to show that he could also be an exemplary sorcerer.

“Umm, I think it means we should watch him carefully at the concert. If he is involved, I’m not sure he’d be so … obvious about it? He’s not super high profile, but he’s getting there. If his fans are disappearing, that looks bad for him. I … I think maybe there’s something else to this too.”

Nanami nodded slowly.

“All right. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Yuuji spent the rest of the ride watching some of Ryo-ri’s live performances on YouTube and searching for the specific songs where the girls would join him on stage. In between, he did some other stalking.

“Hey, hey, Nanamin. Guess whose IG I found?”

A small chime sounded from Nanami’s pocket.

“Yuuji – “

“That’s my invite. Don’t ignore your precious nephew!”

“My profile isn’t that interesting. How did you find me, anyway?”

“I checked who Gojo-sensei follows. And, I mean, there’s only one person who’d call himself ‘Gruyère_Ghostbuster’ – “

“Don’t say that out loud.”

“And hey! Your profile is cool! It’s not just food, Nanamin. You’ve got such awesome nature photos and wait … are these videos of yourself cooking? I recognise that watch! Are you making rolled eggs here? And oooh … you’ve got puppy videos?”

The weather was perfect, the sky bright and clear, the normal obscuring fog of the city conspicuously absent. The air still carried a chill and Yuuji wrapped his red scarf closer around his neck. They had parked some distance away from the open-air venue where the concert would take place and were now steadily making their way in that direction, soaking in the sights and sounds of Akihabara.

Yuuji was carrying a bag of manga he had bought at a nearby store and chattered amiably about the recent story arc. Nanami followed a few paces behind, nodding along to Yuuji’s remarks. On the surface, they looked every bit the ordinary uncle and nephew. Only someone who knew exactly what to look for would note the way the boy sometimes shifted his body to observe people better or the way the older man’s eyes would flit sharply back and forth beneath the sunglasses.

Thus far, there had been nothing overtly suspicious in the area, besides the low-grade cursed spirits that showed themselves at intervals. After some time, they found themselves at the venue which adjoined a hotel and conference centre. The centre itself housed quite a variety of functions, with a spa, restaurants and various stores catering to a wealthier clientele. Nanami took the lead, passing through the security checkpoint at the hotel. Yuuji trotted nervously after him, half expecting a security alarm to start blaring because of what he knew was strapped to the older sorcerer’s back.

Nothing happened. Nanami turned his head slightly.

“Cursed energy can also be used to conceal things.”

“Ha. Cool. I guess I gotta learn that sometime. Where are we going, by the way? The concert will be out that way, but I know it’s still early …”

“We have VIP tickets, remember. That means we get access to any of the services here and hotel rooms close to the concert venue. I’m sure you’re hungry, so let’s get something to eat first.”

Nanami began to make his way to the upper levels of the centre. Yuuji followed, sticking close to his mentor. As confident and easy-going as the teen usually was, there was an air of opulence and rarified luxury here that was starting to make him feel small and very out of place. Looking around, he could see executives in expensive suits talking on their phones and people carrying shopping bags with hideously expensive name brands emblazoned on the front. He glanced down at his sneakers and discreetly tried to rub off a scuff mark against the back of his leg before glancing over at Nanami. The tall man showed no sign at all of slowing down, his stride elegant and assured, looking every bit as if he belonged in this setting. People parted ways to allow him to pass.

Eventually, he led them to what looked like a high-end steakhouse. The maître d’ stepped forward, his eyes roving intimidatingly over the two, and Yuuji was tempted for a minute to mutter apologies, scamper off and order a cheap slice of pizza somewhere. A firm hand on his shoulder stilled him and he felt a small sense of reassurance assert itself as Nanami’s deep voice sounded above his head, explaining that they had a reservation.

By the time they reached the table, Yuuji’s excitement was back.

“Wow! Look at the view from up here!”

“Hmm. A good view over the stadium. See that? That’s the stage where Takashima will be performing.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you chose this place.”

“Indeed. Reconnaissance. That, and the steak here is superb. We can see them work on putting up the stage props. That way, we’ll sense if anything deliberate is happening behind the scenes.”

With that, the sorcerer began to study the menu. The meal was, unsurprisingly, a fantastic experience. Nanami ordered them a selection of starters, steak for mains (with a carefully selected wine pairing for himself) and the most delicious chocolate dessert Yuuji had ever tasted. When they were done, the pink-haired boy sat back and sighed.

“How come we get to do all of this? Do the higher-ups really approve all the costs?”

Nanami sipped his wine before replying.

“Depends. If a proper motivation is provided, there’s no reason for them to refuse. Of course, this requires us to fill out a series of detailed documents that most jujutsu sorcerers don’t bother with.”

“But not you?”

“Have you forgotten my previous profession? Form-filling is my speciality. My paperwork is nothing less than exceptional and thorough. There is always solid evidence of what I need. If it is not approved, I log an official query that requires a lengthy board meeting and an extensive review of all documentation.” The corner of Nanami’s mouth crooked up in a small, rare smile. “It’s been some time since any of my requests were denied. Let it never be said that I’m not compliant.”

Yuuji grinned in return and raised his glass of juice.

“Kanpai, Nanamin.”

There had been no sign of anything unusual during their late lunch and by the time they made their way down to the concert, the lower levels were already swarming with people. Looking around, Yuuji saw, unsurprisingly, that most of the crowd consisted of young women. They were chattering and laughing loudly, and everywhere he looked he saw faces alight with excitement. Contrary to the atmosphere that was growing around them, Yuuji’s concern spiked. There was potential danger lurking somewhere, and it would be difficult to detect in such a large mass of people.

Nanami steered him through the crowd to a separate entrance where fewer people had queued. This was the entry-point for those with VIP tickets. They were soon through the checkpoint and were directed by various ushers up a winding staircase to a wide outdoor box that spanned an entire floor. Although sheltered from the elements, the box projected overhead towards the stage, offering a perfect view of where the performance would take place. They took their seats, scanning their surroundings carefully. Thus far, there had still been no sign of elevated cursed energy.

“Yuuji, remember why you’re here.”

“Oh, right!”

Springing up, the youngster made his way around, using the allowance Nanami had given him to buy some merch and snacks from the vendors that were stationed against the back of the VIP box. He began to slowly make a circuit, pausing now and then to start casual conversation with others who were also making purchases. Soon enough, his friendly and open personality had drawn a few others into his orbit, and he compared merch, exchanged contact details, introduced people to his awesome ‘uncle’ and even found himself invited to an online fan-club of Ryo-ri’s. Eventually, he made his way back to Nanami.

The older sorcerer had been casually sipping a coffee, eyes taking in the stage and the members of the audience who had been filling into the main area below. He glanced up as Yuuji took his seat.

“Anything?”

“Nothing so far. Everyone seems pretty normal.”

“All right. When the performance starts, you focus on the stage. I’ll check the audience.”

A lesser-known girl band opened the concert, the energy of their performance doing a lot to hype up the crowd. Yuuji played his part very convincingly, shouting encouragement and applauding loudly. Nanami bit back a smile when he noticed that others were taking their cue from his lively ‘nephew’. The first act was followed by another group and then there was a slight lull, a sense of building anticipation as the main performance drew near.

“There he is,” Nanami muttered, as Ryo-ri bounded onto the stage to a cacophony of high-pitched screams and thunderous applause. The idol hitched up his baggy jeans and swaggered from one end to the other, delivering a series of compliments to his ‘beautiful’ audience and blowing a kiss that made some of the girls in the front row look like they were about to pass out in ecstasy. Ryo-ri started with what Yuuji recognised as the biggest hit from his second album, a high energy dance number that really got the crowd on its feet.

The pink-haired teen threw himself into his own act, starting up a glow-stick dance routine in the front row that the people around them soon joined in. Nanami shifted awkwardly. As much as he had encouraged Yuuji to act the part of the excited nephew, he should have foreseen how it would make him look in comparison. The girls behind them were quick enough to catch on, because they were soon shoving their extra glow-sticks into Nanami’s hands and encouraging him to get on his feet too. Yuuji turned and snorted with laughter.

“Just follow my lead, Nanamin! It’s easy, see?”

As he waved the glow-sticks around his head and turned on the spot, Nanami’s profound sense of existential horror soon settled into detachment as he went through the motions. He was just glad that Gojo wasn’t here to witness this debacle. Soon enough, it was time for the anticipated lottery announcement. Ryo-ri made a show of pulling a piece of paper from a large bowl that had been carried onto the stage and read the number of the winning ticket. One of the women in the front row screamed in excitement and the crowd parted to allow her entry to the stage. Burly security guards did a quick check of her person before showing her through. Yuuji slowed down his routine, pausing to take a sip of water and munch on a handful of popcorn, his eyes glued to the stage. Nanami used this momentary lull to mutter the word “bathroom” and make his way to the end of the VIP box. Here, the sorcerer paused, eyes scanning the crowd carefully through his dark glasses.

The young woman, presumably one of the secretly vetted members of the talent agency, climbed onto the stage. Her hand was placed over her mouth and her eyes shone with glistening disbelief as Ryo-ri took her hand and twirled her around, dropping her softly into a plush seat that someone had brought up at some point. She was certainly a good actor. The idol began to sing a crooning ballad, one of his more popular slow-paced songs, as he danced languidly around her. Nanami frowned as he began to sense a change in the crowd’s mood. On the surface, people were hooting and cheering at the display, but there were undercurrents of negative emotion that had begun to rise like a miasma over some portions of the audience. There could be no mistaking the general feeling.

Jealousy. Resentment. Longing.

What the sorcerer had not expected was the strength of the emotion being exhibited. Was it like this at every performance with an idol in high public demand?

Not quite.

Ryo-ri was pretty avant-garde in his approach to gaining popularity. Nanami recalled what Yuuji had mentioned earlier in the car, about how the idol was not afraid of presenting an image that was quite risky in the Japanese entertainment industry. Inviting a fan on stage was not a common practice and it was understandable, judging from the sensations Nanami was getting from the audience. But then, this was what sold tickets and drew fans into a never-ending circle of unfulfilled desire. The sorcerer allowed his mind to sink into that meditative state that allowed him to spread his senses even further, more receptive to slight changes in cursed energy. As unpleasant as the sensation was, sickly sweet with underlying bitterness brushing against the edge of his mind, he observed the swathe of people below him with unerring focus.

Ryo-ri had upped the ante of his performance, twirling strands of the ‘lucky’ woman’s hair around his finger, gyrating sensually in front of her before dropping to his knees at her feet, one hand brushing gently across her ankle. Nanami felt distaste rise in his throat as the poisonous thrum of envy from the audience grew further. Those happy faces and the applause were so deceptive, considering the hidden depths of emotion some were allowing to fill their hearts, overflowing into the space around them.

And then, he felt it.

The swell of negative emotion grew like a wave, the spike of cursed energy at its peak so sharp and subtle, like a blade honed so fine that it passed painlessly across the skin, leaving blood blooming in its wake. Across the way, Nanami saw Yuuji mask his own reaction admirably, a tiny pause in his energetic waving as he sensed it too. Scanning the crowd, Nanami frowned as the minute trace of cursed energy was lost under the current of emotion once more. With a small signal to Yuuji to stay where he was and observe, the sorcerer made his way quickly and quietly down the stairs to the security check point. Here, people could move between the VIP box and the general area freely, as long as they displayed their pass when they returned.

He emerged into the crowd, the sights, smells and sounds assailing him, tugging at his awareness like a petulant child. Focusing ahead, Nanami began trawling, edging his way slowly and meticulously forward. Glancing up he saw Yuuji take a break from dancing and lean nonchalantly against the railing, sipping an iced drink, alert to what was happening on stage. Shoulders brushed and slid across his, Nanami’s height allowing him a fairly good view over the majority of the people around him.

And so it was that he felt it again, that sharp, tingling touch of poison, dangerous and chemical on the tongue, like the scent of paint-thinner that hung in the air of empty buildings. He turned towards the source, concealed eyes searching through the throng of people. Something was definitely here. Something cunning, something with a sinister awareness that slid away from the edges of one’s perception. Feeling the tension coil within his frame, Nanami pressed on.

Ryooo – riiiiii. Ryoutaaaaa. Ryo. Ryyyyo.

It rolls so nicely off the tongue. So sweet, so sweet. A sticky fruit candy on a hot summer’s day.

He’s up there, for all of us to see. Our eyes are crawling all over him, like many, many spotlights. How precious he is. Precious as a little pearl.

He’s definitely better than all the others. Gino was a looker, oh yes, but … there was something missing. That innocent little boy act? It got old so, so quickly. Yawn. And Kiko was great too, but then he couldn’t handle the fame and went away for a while. Ick. So uncool. But Ryooooo-riiiiii. Oh, Ryo-ri. He’s … different. He owns the stage.

His hair is shiny as tinsel under those lights, and his eyes! Oh, his blue eyes are focused and so, so dreamy. And look, look at his shirt. So translucent with sweat. Delicious.

Ryooutaaaaa. Why won’t he look this way? It’s so unfair. If he could just see me … maybe he’d be the one who wouldn’t be able to look away. Wouldn’t that be lovely?

Tiny little trickles of sweat, from his brow and upper lip. How nice if he could wipe it away and smile, right into my eyes, with that look. That look. The one in his photos, the one that makes me feel so … present. So solid. Oh yes, Ryo-ri is perfect. He’ll do.

Last month, his sneakers were orange. Orange! Imagine, such a bright, garish colour. But Ryo-ri makes it work, somehow. He always looks so tasty. Nobody can pull off orange shoes like Ryo-ri.

But, but, what’s this? Who? Who’s here?

Is someone here to stop me? I won’t let that happen. Who is it? They can try, hahahaha! Nobody has stopped me before and they won’t now.

Wait … something’s different. Something is searching. Careful now. This doesn’t feel like anything good. I feel eyes, but different. And a presence. A strong one. Who, who is it? Where? Careful.

There! I see him. He’s coming this way. I can’t let him … who is this anyway? How dare he. I want to crush him like a stupid little bug. Like that bitch on stage, that ugly, lying, cheating, stupid, stupid, stupid little bitch. Both of them.

He’s coming closer. No, no, I can’t let this happen. Careful. Don’t get angry. Don’t let him find us.

He’s here! He’s right here. Something’s not … he’s dangerous! Get away! He’s turning this way! I can see his face! He’s … oh.

Oh.

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someprettyname · 7 months ago

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✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 2✨

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer :

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background.

🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character!

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 )

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here :

@glue-thief @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

*camera cuts to Soleil*

Soleil : (*lights up*) HELLO! GOOD EVENING! Welcome to the SPICY BLUE CORNER!

Asarajaa : good evening!

merlucide : spicy blue? 😳

Thebestsetter: Yeah! What does that mean?

Soleil : Well, this is one place that you've stumbled upon where things get (*clicks fingers and lightings turn blue*).... interesting! And spicy, like the gossips. 😈

Merlucide : OH MY GOD. (*gasp*)

Soleil : I have a few questions which the public wants answer to from some of you. And the one I'll be interviewing now is you, Riri (@/riririnnn).

Riririnnn : oh? 😳

Soleil : First of you look really pretty! Just like a princess 💗

Kuro-min : Yeah! You all look so pretty!! 🥹

(*Sae and Rin side eyeing and 'hmph'-ing in the background*)

Merlucide : STOP I KNOW RIGHT? WE ALL ARE SHINING FRRR 🤩

Riririnnn : Thank you, Soleil!! We all look really pretty indeed! I wish I could show it to Mama too! Where is she? 👀

Soleil : She is interviewing others, you can see her later!

Riririnnn : oh :0

Riririnnn : okay! :D

Soleil : Alright then!

Soleil - A legend has it that you and kurona had a bad fight where he was doubtful of your loyalty to him because of rin. What do you have to say?

Riririnnn: Ah, yes, there indeed was a fight between Kurona and me. We were just watching a match of PxG when, "I used to have a crush on Rin," slipped from my mouth. I didn't know that Kurona was unaware of it.

>>> Him being a sweet bean, he didn't say anything and I remained unaware.

>>> Then after PxG Vs BM match, I just happened to have a conversation with Rin. Just a small, "Hello! How are you?" talk, but my sweet shark skittle had bottled everything up :( so my little conversation with Rin just tipped Kurona completely off!

>>> Kurona was quick to, literally, pull and drag me away from Rin. I didn't like this rude behaviour of him at all!

>>> But obviously, I didn't want to make a scene, so I didn't confront him until we were back home.

>>> I promise, I just wanted to ask him, "Why you did that?" I just wanted to know the reason since he never behaved like that, I didn't want to fight with him at all! But, I still don't know why, my tone came out wrong and then, obviously, a fight broke between us.

Merlucide : *gasp* I know right? Julian is usually so calm too, but these fights keep happening sometimes nonetheless. :(

Asarajaa : what happened next?

Kuro-min : Yeahhh! We want the full story!

Riririnnn : He slept on the couch that night and was already gone to his practice before I woke up.

>>> He didn't come back home for the next two days.

>>> Obviously, I was worried for him, but, of course, I'm a human too. I have my own pride too, so I was like, "If he can stay away, then I can too!"

>>> Yet, I found myself reaching out to one of his teammates to do an indirect check-up and I'm really glad I did.

>>> His teammate was quick to send me a pic of Kurona and he was in a horrible state. Only two days had passed and yet eyebags looked like he hadn't slept for a whole eternity. His eyes were swollen and his nose was all red by getting rash from over use of napkins.

>>> I dropped everything and went straight to his practice to pick him up.

>>> Then everything ended well <3

Others : ( :D )

Riririnnn : I gave him loads of smooches on his forehead and cuddled the whole evening!

Riririnnn: He was actually away because he felt guilty of shouting at me and also because he was hurt to know that I was getting angry on him for someone else.

Riririnnn : We apologised to eachother and went to say sorry to Rin too.

Riririnnn: Rin didn't give a flying fuck. LMFAO!

*Rin scoffs and rolls his eyes. Kurona glares at him and Sae smirks at the scene unfolding in front of him.*

Soleil : *chuckles nervously* Oh well. That was certainly a heartwarming story! I'm glad you both ended up happy!

Riririnnn : ^_^

Kurona : *nods* yep! Yep!

Soleil : I won't hold you any longer, ladies and gentlemen! Please proceed to the main hall this way!

*thebestsetter and riririnnn walk in between while asarjaa and kuro-min walk on the extreme ends with their respective boyfriends/girlfriends for...distance.... reasons*

💥OUTFIT CHECK💥

[ L -> R

Top : kuromin, thebestsetter

Middle : riririnnn

Bottom : asarajaa, merlucide]

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

*camera cuts to Nami*

Nami : (*gasp*) OH MY GOD!! (*instantly hugs hooudie and ish*)

Nami : YOU'RE HERE! 😁

Jujutsustraycats : of course we are! ^_^

Nami : I was hoping I'd get to interview you, you all look amazing!

Sanaexus : (*walks up*) THANKSSS 😎😎

Nami : 0: Sana!

Hooudie212back : nice too see you too bestie! 😃

Nami : ^_^ hooudie!

Karasu : Heh! 😏 Of course we look good.

REO : Thank you for having us! ^_^

RIN : .....

Nami : Pleasure all mine REO!

Nami : Did you all know you've stumbled upon the (*swirls fingers and lights turn blue*) the spicy blue corner?

Hooudie212back : 😳😲

Rin : 😦😓😖

Nami : This is where we get the answer to all the famous fan questions by the spice your lores hold 😎🔥

Sanaexus : PUBLIC GON GET GOSSIP WITH THIS ONE 😎🔥

Nami : The one I have question for today is ISH! [ POV - that's a lie. There were a ton shit of questions for hooudie but we don't want REO to get protective and end up buying out the whole venue and awards so..yeah.]

Jujutsustraycats : (*inhales deeply Alright, shoot! (*Nods in barely newfound determination*)

Nami : A legend has it that, at the beginning of your relationship, when you quite hadn't opened up to Karasu, you used to recite poems in your mothertongue to confess LOVE to him. (*Karasu gasps, giving him a betrayed look*) But he wasn't aware. Is it true that you've coaxed him like this is the past? The public wants to know your true nature.

Jujutsustraycats : Ah, the legend is partially true. I am not the best at my mother tongue, surprisingly. Therefore, I only write poetry in English. However, that is not to say I haven't expressed broken lines of poetic inclination to him in my native language. After all, the idea's in my head, I just need to express it somehow– (*chuckles nervously, avoiding karasu's eyes*)

We usually converse in Japanese or English I do plan to learn Japanese, has asked me before what I mean, and I always brush it off as something casual or talking to myself :x

Nami : *smirks* Alright. Thanks for answering! I won't keep you waiting any longer ladies and gentlemen! Kindly proceed this way!

*All 4 move on and distant bickering between Ish and Karasu can be heard with REO and hooudie trying to calm them down. Sana is just....silently enjoying it all.*

💥OUTFIT CHECK💥

[ L -> R

Top : jujutsustraycats, hooudie212back

Bottom : sanaexus]

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

*Camera cuts to Soleil*

Soleil : Welcome dad! Good evening! :D

Marcsnuffy : Good evening! Good evening! ^_^

Licoririce : (*walks up and joins the conversation*) Hello everyone! ^_^

Lorenzo : HI GANG 🔥🔥

8-xnny : YO!!! HOW'S EVERYONE DOING TONIGHT??

Milaisreading : We're all good! Y'all looking real good!

Soleil : Indeed! You all are shining tonight 🥹🫶🏻

Anri : I could say the same about you Soleil! ^_^ your gown is absolutely gorgeous!!

Soleil : Thank you so much, miss manager! 🥹♥️

Soleil : Nami told me you were sent an invite last minute, and that you're a fairly new member. How's been your time in GF FC so far?

8-xnny : CRAZY!!!! Y'ALL ARE AMAZING!!

Snuffy : I agree, GF FC really is amazing.

Soleil : (*CHUCKLES*) I'm glad! Well, I won't hold you for too long ladies and gentlemen, just a few questions the fans want answer to! This one's for Mila!

Milaisreading : 👀

Soleil : Rumors have it that you'd leave Leonardo for Loki, is this true miss mam?

Milaisreading : What??😭😭😭 whoever said that loves to lie. I would never leave my perfect man for anyone!!

(*Leonardo be smiling is satisfaction rn*)

Soleil : What can we say? Public likes to come up with theories. In any case, thank you for answering! You all can proceed this way please!

💥OUTFIT CHECK💥

[ L -> R

Top : marcsnuffy, milaisreading

Bottom : licoririce, 8-xnny]

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Stay tuned for more upcoming interviews...

[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

#girlfriend fc #gf cult #gf fc #girlfriend cult #fc girlfriend #Gf fc : indigo awards arc

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mooechi · 1 year ago

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notice how i haven’t been posting anything that isn’t unhinged lately?

well, i’m jailing riri in my stead cuz i’m not done w my shtposts yet…😈 please don’t even try to search for details. i just went womp womp and called it a day on this one.

this time, i’ve got @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira with me cuz we’re @night-mince0’s problem children 🥰

moreover with this subtle insight, i’m gonna be dropping a lil doodle i made of riri in my style. (but honestly, i prefer ds cuz..why not? 😁)

okay im kidding this isn’t it i swear 😭😭

there we go! i drew these a few months back. i just saw it in my gallery so i thought, might as well share it along.

and i also decided to join in this trend here…

in order;

@ta-ni-ya (kirika)

@aceofstars0 (haia)

@kimetsu-chan (yuna)

@larz-barz (milo)

@shycroissanti (irina)

@dreamcorechild (hisamatsu)

@thesimp-nicki (nikki)

@tinyperson00 (akira)

@sweetstarryeyedgirl (yuki)

i hope i didn’t misspell anyone!

now, isn’t it rather suspicious how my jackass is just spitting all these in one go?

nah?

alright, so the thing is—i’m actually gonna go on a short hiatus, it’s nothing too major. not that i’ll be inactive, it’s only that i won’t be posting any art nor anything interesting at all. the mere reasoning for this is because my exams are coming up, so i’m looking forward to focusing on those first.

i’ll def be making a pt 2 of this moot thingy for the rest of my beloveds soon. maybe tmrw as a last lil thing? yeah, most likely.

anyhow, that’s all! thank you 💞

i had fun drawing all this<3

i used kny low quality pics as a reference lol

i’m no robber and neither are you..🥰

#❄️ 𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢⎯⎯#❄️✏️⎯⎯#demon slayer #demon slayer oc #kimetsu no yaiba #original character #demon slayer x oc #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kimetsu no yaiba x oc #kny oc #kny #ds #kny oc art #on the brink of succumbing to madness #feeling real eepy smh

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 1 year ago

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A Spark Ain't Never Felt This Good

(S/n: I OG had How Does It Feel by Chloe & Chris Brown as the song when I first started but changed it as I felt Jeans fit better once I finished the last leg of it today.)

Shuriri x Masc Reader

Summary: Shuri and Riri have been together for almost 3 years and start to feel as though they've hit a plateau in their relationship. In comes Masc Reader who gives them just the spark they were looking for.

Stem Shuri, Fem Riri & Masc Reader.

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, NSFW.

Never thought I would post this but thanks to @desswright29 and an Anon here ya'll go. 🫣 I'm kind of nervous because when it comes to masc writing I feel awkward like I don't fully grasp the personality, and air they have around them even though I'm currently writing two fem x Stud/Masc books in RL.

I OG had other plans for the end of this when I'd first wrote it but quickly abandoned it. Maybe if ya'll like it I'll add a part 2 with the OG smut idea I had for them. (DP, Triangle Oral and Anal) my mind was going to very smutty places 😭

"Yo, can you take your shit off of my work table?" Riri hissed, she was beyond tired of Shuri tossing her shit around everywhere.

"Don't talk to me like that, Ri..." Shuri snapped, her eyes narrowing at the shorter girl. At times she wondered why she still bothered. It seemed anything she did got under Riri's skin.

"Then pick your shit up and stop fucking littering my space!" Riri rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and waited for Shuri to remove her stuff.

Shuri took a deep breath trying to calm herself. She wasn't one to disrespect others but Riri made it hard at times to keep her composure.

She gathered her kimoyo beads she'd been tinkering with and her tools and moved them to the other side of the work room that was hers. Once she'd finished she turned back towards Riri and watched her.

"Sthandwa, how about we go out for dinner?" Shuri suggested. It'd been a while since they'd done anything together let alone for each other, not for Shuri's lack of trying.

"I'm good. I don't feel like going out." Riri declined, not in the mood for anything.

"What if I ordered something?" Shuri tried to compromise.

"If you want, but as I said I'm good." Riri shrugged.

Shuri sighed before heading out of the work room. She was starting to become fed up with Riri's attitude and actions. They hadn't had sex in months. They hadn't even slept in the same bed in almost as long. It felt as though they were roommates rather than partners.

She often wondered if there was someone else, or if Riri just simply stopped caring about her. She hated feeling like this. She hated feeling as though Riri didn't give two fucks about her. And it was slowly starting to wear her down as she agonized over their rapidly declining relationship.

A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and went to open it, staring in shock at who was there. She hadn't seen you in a long time and she sure hadn't been expecting you.

"Y/n?" Shuri gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"You sounded off on the phone, so I decided to pull up." You shrugged, looking her up and down. You bit your bottom lip as her eyes dilated. You and Shuri had been friends for years and friends with benefits for a while before you'd moved away.

You both kept in contact with each other, not letting distance come between your friendship. You'd been happy when she'd found Riri. She was hot, with beautiful chocolate eyes and a devious smile. You were content in knowing Shuri wasn't alone any longer.

"Now's really not a good time--" Shuri frowned, thinking of her current predicament with Riri. She'd told you how trying Riri was at times and refused to have a more dominant attitude towards the small girl.

"It's the perfect time." You insisted, pushing past her and heading inside. You weren't stupid. You knew Shuri was begging for your intervention, Shuri wasn't some meek girl if she wasn't forcing Riri to submit it was because she wanted you to do it and she wasn't going to ask because she was too prideful at times.

"Y/n..."

"Nice crib, It looks better in person." You say as you place your suitcase by the sofa.

"I'm heading out." Riri said, and Shuri looked over to see Riri had showered and changed. She had on one of Shuri's oversized sweaters that stopped mid thigh and some heels.

"Where are you going?" Shuri questioned, not understanding how she could be going out when she'd just said she wasn't interested in going out. The with her part silent.

"Out, do I need to give you a run down itinerary of my plans?" Riri scoffed.

"Alright, enough!" Shuri declared, staring Riri down. "I've had enough of your behavior and attitude. I've been patient, I've been loving, I've been understanding and all you've done is spit on every attempt."

Riri stared at Shuri in shock. She'd never seen Shuri get so angry before. Like a flip was switched she felt her body shiver.

You watched Riri's body taking note of the way she responded to Shuri. You smirked, realizing just why she was acting so bratty. You'd had too many women in your bed to know exactly what was going on.

"I see you haven't learned anything from me, Entle." You clear your throat, raising a brow at Shuri. "Have you forgotten how to tame brats like her?"

Riri finally noticed you and her eyes narrowed. She'd seen many pictures of you before, and she knew all about you and Shuri's phone calls. She couldn't help the envy that emerged at seeing you in their home. She'd spent months being angry at Shuri for being able to talk to you about things she didn't talk to her about. Angry at the way Shuri's face looked whenever she talked to you, or about you.

"Don't talk about me as if I'm a child." Riri hissed, glaring at you.

"You're certainly not one." You grinned, taking in her figure. Even in the oversized sweater, you could tell she had a beautiful body.

"Y/n..." Shuri warned already seeing where you were going. She knew how you looked when you were being mischievous or when you were aroused.

"Maybe little miss brat needs some reminding just how good a girl she's got." You say, walking towards Shuri and kissing her. You felt how Shuri melted in your hold, as your tongue roamed her mouth.

Your hold tightened as you gripped her hips, relishing in the way she moaned for you. As much as she loved being able to lead, she loved being able to submit to you.

As the two of you kissed, Riri's core started to react. She felt confused as the sight of the two of you had her jealousy replaced with lust. She watched you with interest. You had on a white long sleeve top, with gray joggers on. Your neck was adorned with two chains and your hair was covered with a durag.

You pulled away allowing Shuri to catch her breath. Her eyes were hooded as she tried to control her breathing. Fuck, she's missed this.

"Brat, strip your clothes and let me see you play with that pretty pussy." Your eyes still locked with Shuri. You expected some attitude or snarky response, but received neither as you watched Shuri's eyes widen.

You turned to see Riri fully naked, and heading for the sofa. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You'd expected more mouth from Miss Williams after what Shuri had told you about her.

"It seems she does know how to stop talking and listen." You said to Shuri, your eyes glued on Riri's form as she sat on the sofa with her legs spread. You watched her glistening pussy, your mouth starting to water as she ran her nails through her slipper folds.

"Fuck!" Shuri groaned, she'd been sexually frustrated for months. Yet the thought of having Riri and You was causing her mind to go crazy with different positions she'd fantasized about.

This was a hidden desire she had never thought would have happened. The thought of how you fucked her so good with your strap she'd personally created for you was constantly on her mind. She couldn't help thinking of what it would be like if you all linked up and threw down. She knew you were a wild card. You got bitches, it was a fact. You were more experienced, as you were the one to start her sexual journey.

"Ssssss..." Riri hissed as she slid two fingers inside herself, it'd been so long since she'd had a release that her pussy was sensitive.

"Look at the way that fat pussy is taking those pretty fingers." You praise her, pulling Shuri over to the sofa and pushing her down beside Riri. You sit on the coffee table opposite Riri, eyes glued to her pussy sucking her fingers in. The wet, squelching sound like music to your ears.

"How long has it been since this pussy was touched?" You demand, urging her to look you in the eyes. She bit back a moan as she continued fingering herself.

"6 months..." She cried out, her chest heaving as she tried to fight her impending orgasm.

"6 months?" You repeated. You hummed to yourself, then grabbed her hand that was giving her pleasure and moved it away from her juicy hole. You tsked, shaking your head. "You've been denying Shuri this pussy for 6 months? Denied Yourself Shuri's sweet pussy?"

Riri swallowed back the rage, she was frustrated. She wanted to cum so badly, her pussy was throbbing and you were toying with her. She wanted to cuss you out so bad but knew you wouldn't allow her to cum if she had. Shuri had told her about some of your exploits with other women and she knew you enjoyed punishing stubborn women.

"Look at her." You laughed, tilting your head. "She's all quiet and submissive after all that trouble she gave you."

Shuri bit her lip, she was sure you could get Riri in check. She didn't have the heart to punish Riri the way she deserved for her behavior. Instead she'd been trying to cater to Riri but she knew Riri needed someone who could put her in her place.

You lifted slightly to push down your joggers and tapped the kimoyo bead on your bracelet Shuri had given you to activate your strap. You watched as both women stared at the black strap.

"Shuri come suck my strap." You ordered, watching as she quickly got on her knees and took your strap in her mouth. You groaned as you watched her deep throat your strap.

Shuri had designed the strap so it would vibrate at the top against your pussy so only you'd feel the vibrations. You watched Shuri suck the strap, taking it as far as she could.

"Damn..." You sighed feeling the sensations, you'd missed how good Shuri was at this. The sight of her taking your strap all the way down her throat, spit and drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she sucked the damn near soul out of you.

You clenched your pussy as you heard Riri moan, your eyes snapped to her and you watched as she stared at Shuri's moving head in a trance. You could see her pussy leaking, soaking the couch as she clenched her fists by her side.

"Entle, up." You demanded. Shuri removed her mouth from your strap, a string of spit following her. You grasped her neck and brought her to you and kissed her roughly. "Tell me what you want."

Shuri swallowed, taking several shaky breaths as her mind raced with all the thoughts she had. There were so many things she wanted to try but she was more interested in seeing You turn Riri into a whimpering, screaming mess. She needed her Riri back.

"Do what you do best." Shuri pleaded, her eyes begging for you to help her. You nodded, hating to see that look on her face.

"I'm only going to ask this once." You spat towards Riri. You could see the defiance in her eyes, in her body the way it was tense. She wanted to argue, to fight but she was trying to keep quiet. You knew she wanted you. You knew when anyone wanted you. It was obvious.

"Do I have your permission to have your body?" You stared her down, watching as she tried to fight her instinct to be a brat.

"Yes..." She whispered.

Shuri was unsure of what happened to Riri. She had never seen Riri so quiet, so submissive. Everything was a fight with her, even sex. She was sure she'd fight against you a bit and yet she seemed to be listening, acting and open to everything you were doing and had yet to do.

"Let's take this to the bedroom." You say, as you removed your clothing tossing them along the way. One look at Shuri had her doing the same.

You laid on your back and gestured for Shuri to climb on top of your strap. You had no plans of giving Riri the strap at the moment. You wanted to push her buttons and sexually frustrate her.

As she sunk on you both moaned simultaneously. The strap curved at the head to rub against her g-spot instantaneously. You gave her free reign to do as she pleased, watching as she bounced on top of you, her perky, small tits bouncing as she rode the strap.

Your eyes were focused on where the strap met her pussy, watching as it went in and out. You could already see her cream lining the strap as she fucked herself on your strap. Fuck, you wanted to eat that creamy pussy so bad. But you had a lesson to teach.

"Riri sit on my face." You said, to which she quickly joy obliged. She didn't seem shy about it either, she placed her pussy right on top of your mouth. Her pussy smelled heavenly. You stuck your tongue out and licked, savoring her taste. She had a tart but sweet taste.

You started licking her pussy, your tongue drawing different designs into her pussy. You were skilled at making a pussy flutter and Riri was getting first hand experience in it. She rode your face as you ate her pussy with fervor.

Shuri watched as you ate Riri out, her stomach clenching as she felt the strap stretching her walls and hitting her spot. She was so fucking close, she felt the familiar warmth as you started to thrust up to match her thrusts.

"Ohhhh! Demethi, Undenza ndizive kamnandi sana....(Damn, you are making me feel so good baby). " Shuri cried out as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Riri feeling bold, turned so she was facing Shuri as you licked her pussy painstakingly slow.

Riri leaned all the way forward and started licking and sucking Shuri's clit. She watched as you slammed the strap up into Shuri, her tongue slurping the cream leaking from her pussy and swiped her tongue along your strap. You twitched as Riri, pressed her pussy into your face harder trying to force friction. Fuck you wanted to make her pussy gush all over your tongue and face but you weren't going to give her an orgasm so quick.

"Oh.... Fuck, Fuck, Fuccccckkkk." Shuri cursed losing her filter as you hit her sweet spot inside of her. She couldn't handle the tongue on her pussy and the strap drilling her at the same time. She groaned as she squirted all over your strap.

Riri gasped as Shuri's fluids hit her face. She slurped at her pussy, as you continued to pound into her still splashing pussy. The sight had her so aroused her clit started to pulsate against your tongue. You bit on her clit, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to set her body on fire. She arched her back as she felt the urge to cum. You moved her off of your face, stopping her orgasm before it could happen. She was pissed.

"You don't get to cum yet." You informed her. "You have to earn that right."

You could see her wetness spreading over her thighs as she clenched them together. You maneuvered yourself so Shuri was lying on her back and you were on your knees. You bent your head to get a taste of her succulent pussy and sighed. You rubbed her creamy nectar over your strap as you sucked her pussy.

Your tongue was swiping over her clit, as you licked from her clit to her rosebud. You moaned as her hips jerked to get closer to your face. You licked her ass, enjoying how crazy she went as your tongue swiped along her tight hole.

Riri watched im frustration. She couldn't help how wet she was getting at the sight of you and Shuri together. She never thought she'd feel like this. She'd spent so long angry at how close you and Shuri were and it got to the point she couldn't have sex with Shuri without wondering if she measured up to you.

Seeing how you had Shuri writhing and moaning, it was more than obvious she clearly couldn't compare to you sexually. Yet instead of the envy, anger and self consciousness all she could feel was lust. She felt like she could cum from not being touched at this point with the way her pussy was aching.

You pulled away from Shuri's ass and grabbed her legs pushing her knees into her chest. You loved seeing her in this position, and you could hit her so deep. You thrust the strap into her without warning, hearing her cry out.

You couldn't help the smile on your lips as you pounded her sweet pussy, every inward thrust damn near hitting her cervix. You were so deep and she loved it. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she screamed out. You loved when Shuri let you fuck her like the needy little whore she was.

You paused and took one of the kimoyo beads off of your bracelet and placed it on Riri's clit.

"Griot, make that bead vibrate. Keep it between a low and high setting. The moment she starts to pulse against the bead, stop then once she's calmed down continue." You ordered Shuri's AI. Shuri had never used him to aide her in the bedroom so when she heard your words the look on her face would have been comical if you weren't so aroused.

"As you wish Y/n daughter of Wakanda." Griot said.

As the bead started to vibrate against Riri's pussy, you started back fucking Shuri. You gripped her throat in your hand and slammed into her as you choked her. You loved the way her pussy clenched as you squeezed her throat.

"Uhhhh...." Shuri groaned as you fucked her so deep. You watched as her pussy sucked you in, and went faster.

"Please...." You heard Riri beg, as the vibrating stopped. You knew she was desperate for a release.

"Tell. Your. Little. Brat. Just. How. Good. I. Make. You. Feel. Entle." You slammed into her hard with every word, squeezing her throat tighter. Drool was falling from the corner of her mouth as you beat her pussy.

The vibrating started again and you felt a smug satisfaction Tun through you as Riri cried out. You'd seen just how needy her fat pussy was, you knew she was going out of her mind. You placed a second bead on her clit beside the first one all while pounding into Shuri.

"High speed Griot, and once she starts pulsing stop again." You ordered and listened as the vibrating got louder.

"Y...You.... m...make... m..me... f..feel... ssss...sooo... f..ffffuuuccckkking... g..good." Shuri screamed, her voice hoarse. She was slick with sweat and her legs were shaking as you continued to fuck her.

"Fuck!!!!!!" Riri shouted, she was shaking. As the two beads had her vision becoming hazy. Just as she was about to cum, the beads stopped simultaneously and she let out a gut wrenching cry. "Please....."

"Hmmmm. Sthandwa should I give her what she wants?" You ask Shuri. Shuri's eyes opened and she stared at Riri who looked pitiful. Her body was glistening with sweat, she had tears in her eyes and her poor clit was swollen and larger than she had ever seen it.

"Yes..." Shuri folded, not having the heart to see Riri so distressed and needy. You kept the rhythm until Shuri came, gushing all over you and the bed. She looked exhausted as you removed the strap from her pussy, watching as the hole gaped a bit.

"Riri if you want to cum, you need to make me cum." You declared. You made the strap disappear to reveal your soaked pussy and watched as she pushed you beside Shuri on your back. She climbed on top of you and started to rub her swollen pussy on top of you, sobs escaping her as your pussies slid against each other.

You were already wound up from fucking Shuri. The pleasure you got from scissoring with Riri was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Her pussy fit perfectly with yours like no one's ever had. A warm mouth on your nipple had you staring at Shuri's head covered in curls. You moaned as she sucked on your nipple with her skillful tongue, while rolling the other nipple in her mouth.

"Shit..." You hissed as you came quicker than you thought you would. Riri's pussy clearly had the magic touch because scissoring never got you off that fast. Riri feeling your gooey fluid, moved faster. Her pussy was throbbing and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she felt the coil snapping inside of her.

"Yesssssssssssss." She screamed, as she gushed on top of you.

"That was so hot..." Shuri muttered watching as Riri collapsed beside you, catching her breath.

"You're such a softy." You teased Shuri. You'd planned on letting Riri suffer a bit longer then when she felt like she was losing her mind, you would fuck her with your thicker strap until her pussy was swollen and sore for a few days so she'd be reminded NEVER to put Shuri through what she had again.

"You love it." Shuri smiled, placing a kiss on your lips.

"Riri..." Shuri started, but she stopped not sure what to say. She wasn't sure she could continue the way things had been. And after what had just happened, she couldn't fathom things going back to the way they were.

"I should give you both some space to talk." You said, knowing they had a lot to figure out. You climbed off the bed but froze as you felt a small hand grasp your wrist.

"Stay..." Riri whispered. She never thought she'd ever utter those words to you but after the night you all had just experienced she didn't want you to leave.

"I--"

"Shuri loves you..." Riri muttered, her voice low. You could tell she was struggling to say what she was saying. "Shuri's in love with you, and up until today I was jealous and angry but... something happened. I don't know what. But I'd like to explore it."

"Oh Ri.... is this why you've been acting the way you were acting." Shuri sounded sad. You didn't dare turn around. You'd spend years trying to pretend you didn't feel much for Shuri other than the love of a friend, pretending you didn't lust after Riri.

"I love you both equally. There's no competition, You both have my heart. I tried for so long to ignore this because I figured Y/n wasn't interested in anything more and you seemed so put off by her.... I never considered this a plausible possibility.." Shuri admitted and you turned, wanting to see both their faces.

"I'd like to try a relationship." Riri fumbled with her hands. She was nervous of what you'd say. Shuri had said you were a player, you never took anyone serious and the thought of you touching other women after being with them had her stomach turning.

"Are you sure?" Shuri wanted to be sure Riri was 100% ok with the idea of trying a relationship with Y/n. It was half the battle in her eyes, she wasn't completely sure you'd want that. You'd never done relationships, stating they were messy and you hated commitment.

"I want you both... I think deep down I've always thought about it even when I felt jealous or even angry." Riri wouldn't look up as she admitted what she wanted.

"I want to try too." You said, shocking the pair in front of you.

Riri's eyes met yours and she launched herself into your arms. You grasped her tightly as her legs locked around your hips.

"Make me yours..." She begged.

And like that. You'd done exactly what the little brat wanted, giving in as Shuri had. Making love to her, slow and full of passion.

As the three of you slept in the spoon position, you could only think that you all fit together perfectly. From tallest to shortest. You, Shuri and Riri.

Until next time 💥

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messenger-of-babel · 27 days ago

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If I Could Turn Back Time

Summary: Dick wishes he could turn back time, anything to win you back. (Dick Grayson x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: I'm baaacck~! I'm gonna filter out some posts for y'all in between work and prepping for a Christmas countdown. I hope that y'all in the northern hemisphere are enjoying the winter months, and that the heat is manageable for the rest of us in the southern. Hope I didn't make anyone wait too long, and thank you for being patient!

~RiRi <33

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Dick Grayson swore that he wasn't as big of a romantic as people made him out to be. After your breakup he had returned to the manor, unwilling to commit to the long drive back to Bludhaven. He milled around the kitchen, face sullen, telling a concerned Alfred he was just too tired to make the trip and didn't want to drive in the dark. He didn't tell him that he was worried that the image of you crying at the kitchen sink would distract him so badly that he'd either crash or turn back to see you.

He defended himself when Jason came by to drop something off for Bruce and catching the eldest in a state of disarray and blatant bedhead, shambling around in the living room. The younger man rolled his eyes and scoffed, striding past him.

"She break up with you?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"I broke up with her." He said softly. "But I'm fine." he waved off, taking another sip of his coffee.

"You're an idiot." Jason sighed, kissing his teeth and shaking his head as he strode past in heavy footfalls.

He swore that he was able to move on. That it had been for your best interest. It had only been fourteen days, six hours and twenty-three minutes since he'd driven away. Now he was banging his head against the steering wheel, stuck in the late afternoon traffic between Bludhaven and Gotham. He had the persistent itch under his skin to pull out the suit, weave his way through traffic on his bike just so he could get back to you faster. But he knew that was an abuse of his identity, and could raise some pretty heavy eyebrows from Bruce and even Clark if they found out he took the suit just for a house call.

So, he sat there, stewing in his own thoughts. The late sunset flickered off the water and into the interior of his car. His bangs fluttered with a heavy exhale; hands sweaty as they tapped a mindless rhythm on the wheel. He wished he had a clock that wasn't just the digital numbers of the car display. A clock where he could turn back time.

He'd turn it back to your first date, where you both spent hours wandering the park in Gotham. You had dressed up nicely for a picnic, and it was like you had just walked out of the greenery. The only thought that Dick had while watching you that afternoon was how stunning you looked, so natural in the park with a beaming smile. He had seen Poison Ivy in all of her glory, and her deep connection with the green. If he didn't know better, he would have thought you were born of nature the same way, the way you seemed so in tune with the scenery.

You had surprised him by adjusting your clothes with a cheeky grin and racing hand and hand with him through the park, weaving in and out of the trees with a beaming smile. He had to catch his breath from the way you stole it from under him, taking him to what you had dubbed your 'favourite tree'.

"Why is this one your favourite?" he had asked, hands on his hips and eyebrows quirked. You cast him a glance over your shoulder, looking at him like it should be obvious. Fingers deftly pried your feet from your shoes and you tossed them aside, walking in front of him. "Because it's the best for climbing, of course." you chided, like he was silly for even asking. Swiftly, you proceeded to hoist your way into the low hanging branches, graceful as you traced a path you clearly knew. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander, heart warming oddly. As if he was no longer in control, he reached down to undo his own shoes, hands running along the rough bark before pulling himself up after you.

Being a vigilante and circus performer, the movements themselves were easy enough, but despite all of his training he didn't even move with a fraction of your ease. When he caught up you were already nestled in a nook, leaning against a thick branch. You looked at him, late sunset beginning to flicker across the angle of your face. The golden light made your eyes glow, and you wore a soft, lazy smile, like a cat lounging on a bough. "Made it, I see." you hummed playfully, and he huffed.

"Was I not supposed to?" he quipped back, pulling himself up so he could sit next to you. You just shake your head, eyes closing with a gentle smile. "Not 'not supposed to', you've just been the first to follow. Normally my dates either just wait at the bottom or leave. No one really tries to come up, and the ones that do usually struggle to make it this far."

Dick shrugged, heart fluttering as he pushes his hair back with a hand. "Well, I'm used to this kind of the thing."

You give him a sceptical glance and he laughs. "The circus." He explains.

You grin. "Explains the runaway vibe."

"Hey!" he protests, hand to his heart. "I was raised there, thank you very much."

He spent so long up there he didn't realise you had been talking at the top of the tree for hours until the sunset began to filter into dusk, lost in the view of Gotham city park and its skyline.

Well, you might have been. He was too busy watching the way your mouth moved when you spoke or what actions your hands made when you spoke.

The second place that he would turn back time is the day he left you.

He'd take back every emotional scar he lashed you with, every word that cut into the soft flesh of your heart. He'd go back in an instant to pick up the pieces of you that he shattered, stop them from falling into the sink alongside your tears. He wouldn't have left the moment that your broken voice had asked him to leave, to give you space. He'd trade anything to have you in his arms again, to shush you and mumble his apologies into your hair.

The same apologies he was rehearsing to himself as he inched forward in the traffic for two painstaking hours. He practiced the cadence of his sentences by tapping them into his leg as he jogged up the stairs to your apartment. He steeled himself for a slap, a hiss, a scathing remark that would likely greet him when, no, if, you opened the door to him. He'd bear anything you threw at him, as long as he didn't have to see you cry. When you didn't respond to his knuckles rapping against the door, he sucked his teeth. Maybe you were out? Maybe you were ignoring him? He wouldn't blame you if you did.

Frustrated, he kicked the door frame, head thudding onto the door. He didn't know how to keep a relationship alive, if he was being perfectly honest. He had been enamoured with Kory, but the flame they had fizzled out. He and Babs had ended as natural as you could manage between coworkers. Yet, both of them had both ended the same way deep down. The anger that he failed to let go of deep inside that came out when he truly let himself be vulnerable. The little boy in his heart with his little fists clenched so tightly onto that ball of rage. The anger and hurt of losing his parents. It was a ball that Bruce and Alfred had managed to lessen, managed to pry those young fingers off little by little and helping him to redirect it, but it was never fully gone.

All it took was one relationship argument that carried on for a little too long or burned a little too hot, and that little ball moved into his throat. The fear would shake in his hands again, that there was always the possibility that he'd lose them too. Dick Grayson wouldn't really call himself a romantic. He was just someone who always fell in love, who made the person he was with always fall into him without a safety net.

Then, he'd push them off that tightrope, and he'd flee.

Irritated with himself he practiced breathing techniques to calm himself, unclenching his fists and unhunching his shoulders from his ears. He wanted to fix this. For you. For him. For that little boy holding onto that little ball of hurt. He waited another fifteen minutes before he jogged back to his car. He worried his lip in between his teeth as he cruised around, leg bouncing as he visited your favourite spots. You weren't at work, and you weren't visiting the library either. Your favourite bar wasn't open yet, and your favourite cafe had already closed for the day.

He felt stupid. He felt guilty. Stupid for leaving, and guilty for chasing you so pitifully. His behaviour was getting borderline obsessive, but he couldn't help himself. He felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't get the chance to even talk to you again. With an angry sigh he threw the car into park, breaking loudly. He slammed the car door a little harder than he would have liked.

Gotham City Park.

A part of him hoped that you weren't here, honestly. It was dark, and everyone knew Gotham was worse after hours. You were alone, presumably unarmed, and a complete fool if you were. His feet traced the path that he knew so well, but it felt weird without having your weight looped around his arm. Hands shoved deep into pockets he fiddled with the lining, chewing his cheek till he got to your tree.

The massive boughs stretched before him, blocking most of the city light. However, he knew that as soon as he got up there, he'd be able to see almost everything. With a pained exhale Dick ran his fingers over the smooth bark before reaching up for the nearest branch and hoisting himself up. Even if you weren't here, he needed somewhere to gather his thoughts. Somewhere to figure out how to fix his fuck up.

He navigated clumsily upwards, the dark making it hard to see. He hadn't realised how naturally his body followed yours when you climbed up, now getting lost by himself. Branches smacked him in the face as he ascended, dense foliage hiding his next foothold from him. Eventually his head poked through the entrance, and he took a deep lungful of crisp air, eyes closing.

"You looked like an idiot climbing around in circles down there, you know."

His eyes fly open, heart catching as he sees you. You're still in your work uniform, knees to your chest. Your eyes are dull despite the starlight. Dick revered your eyes, telling you many times that you could make even a stone glimmer if you gave it a fraction of your light. Now they were like a dying bulb, burnt out and dim.

"Hey," he said softly, as if you'd disappear if he raised his voice any louder. "I was looking for you."

"Well, you found me." You say, shifting your eyes from him to the city. "What do you want?"

His throat closed up, burning. He could feel that bright little ball being shoved into his throat, and he had to grimace to push it back down.

He needed to do this.

"I'm here to apologise." he said quietly, pulling himself up and sitting a respectable distance from you. His fingers suddenly became interesting as he toyed with them, picking at the skin. "I don't expect you to take me back or anything, but I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." he chokes out, looking up at you. "I was- I was scared. I was scared someone was going to take you away from me, that it wasn't worth it. But I was wrong. I'm sorry-" he swallowed harshly as your eyes met his, and the softening at the corners of yours made him want to fold. "I'm sorry for everything I said, for everything I did. You didn’t deserve that; you deserve something better."

"Dick-"

he held up his hand. "You deserve the world, sweetheart." he said, choked at the softness and pain in his own voice. "If I was Superman, I would fly to your window every morning and take you into the clouds just so you could experience what it's like for a heart to fly, like you make mine do. I'd go across the ends of the earth to find the sun after the sunset just to realise it can't be brighter than the smile that you give me in the morning. So, I came to tell you that I made a mistake." he says, quiet and unable to hold your gaze any longer. "I made the biggest mistake of my life. I want another chance." he takes a deep breath, nose burning as he tried to hold back his tears. "And if you don't want me back, I want you to know you deserve all that. Even if it's not me, never settle for anyone that will give you less than that." His voice cracked as he finished, and he swallowed.

He needed to leave. He had done his piece.

The shame swirled in his veins like a cloud and hurrying him to find his way down. His senses were dulled like he was struck with a concussion, thoughts echoing like they were in a tunnel. It was only when he felt the soft skin of your palm on his that his head snapped up. The moment his face was tilted up the light was blocked, and his face was warm.

It took him a good second to recognise the familiar feeling.

You were kissing him.

With a relieved sigh he let out a sigh straight from his chest, chasing after your touch desperately. He thought he may have been in a dream, but when he reached up to cradle your face with a palm, he knew that it wasn't true.

"You idiot." you breathe out, eyes fluttering as you part from the kiss. "You grade A, boy wonder, spandex clad idiot." your rest your forehead against his. "Tell me next time." your murmur, hand coming down to grip his and place it on your chest. “You’re not alone anymore, you know?"

A faint flicker of a smile danced its way across his lips, and his shoulders shook lightly as he laughed at himself. He leant up and brushed his lips against yours once more and finally, that little ball of rage fell through the fingers of that hurt young boy.

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kz-i-co · 2 years ago

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Don’t Fall In Love

Summary: You are one of the most popular bloggers on your campus, telling enriching stories of your personal heartbreaks anonymously. But your readers are not ready to handle the newest heartbreak of finding out your best friend dating your ex.

Pairing: Lee Haechan (Donghyuk) x f!reader

Genre: college au | angst (eventual fluff x smut)

Warnings: story may contain strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol - sexual references - reader discretion advise.

Words: 4.3k

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::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #47: "If I were going to give anyone advice, I would tell you......Don't Fall In love.... Because it's not fucking worth it" :::

You slammed your bag down on the table, still hungover from last night.

"Not a word." You spoke before your friends can say anything.

"You stripped on the table."

"Shut up Ji- I know." You laid your head down on your backpack.

"Come on guys she's having a tough time." Minjeong spoke up for you.

"My head is killing me." You lifted your head back up. "I'm never drinking again."

"We heard that before." Yetak giggled causing you to glare in return.

"So what was with you last night?" Minjeong asked the curiosity killing her.

"I don't want to talk about it." You slouched.

"But you said some things-"

"You say stupid shit when you're drunk." You shrugged. Well.....that may be true but it still has honest meanings behind them.

:::Last night::: *Clink* *Clink* *Clink*

"Attention e-everyone." You tapped your shot glass standing on the coffee table, slurring your words. "Here's to anyone who's heart has been shattered by a stupid guy who can't decide if he wants top or bottom.....ain't that right babe?" You pointed your glass right at the newest victim of your most recent heart break.

He smirked in response raising his cup. He really didn't care about fucking you over. "You were good but not as good as my ex." His smirked wiped right off causing you to giggle.

"(Y/N)." Minjeong tugged on your arm.

"And here's to my ex....I know you are here somewhere." You searched the crowd that decided to form around. "Thank you for wasting two damn years of my life and best to luck for your future mate. Be careful ladies, he's a clinger."

"CHEERS TO BEING SINGLE!" You down the shot as people cheered and you began dancing where you stood causing Minjeong to shake her head disappointed. To make matters worse, you lifted your dress causing you to step dangerously close to the edge just about to fall until someone guided you down.

"Hey handsome." You smiled at the platinum blonde you just embarrassed.

"I thought you said you understood." He said setting you down.

"Sure I do Jaemin." You slurred your words some more.

"She's drunk. I should get her home." Minjeong spoke as you leaned your head against Jaemin's shoulder.

"I don't want to go home." You spoke clearly feeling your drunken state causing you to feel drowsy.

"Too bad (Y/N). It's for your own good."

"Thanks." She spoke to Jaemin letting him off the hook as she held you up, moving towards the door. "Thanks for making my friend a drunk." ::::::::::

"I told you to end things with him before you caught feelings. I said that right from the start." Minjeong spoke up.

"I know, but I was hoping things would change." You sighed. "I'm just sick of the guys at this school."

"Are you still not over your ex?"

"It's kind of hard to get over him Riri when I still see him walking around campus like he doesn't give a shit."

"Well, I'm glad I never met him because I hate seeing you this way." Minjeong said before taking a sip of her tea.

"Isn't he best friends with Jaemin?"

"What!?!"

"No way!"

"Are you kidding me (Y/N)?"

"Why have I never met him?" Minjeong still lost, being the newest friend in your friends group.

"He's not friends with Jaemin, I've wouldn't of known that when I dated him." You suddenly felt nervous.

"I'm pretty sure he is." Jimin clenched her teeth.

"Thanks for your concern best buds." You sassed before getting up. "I need food before my head explodes."

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #47: Don't fall in love you ask? How can you say such a thing - you ask? It's because it's not worth the heart ache later on. Not even that.....the hatred that follows will almost break you. Did he deserve my shoe flying at his face? Of course. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Okay so maybe I went a little far but what can I say....he broke my heart. And the best part is, he doesn't even seem upset. Hold the applause. But the positive thing about all this is you learn to move on like I did, maybe not in the best way since I've put myself in dangerous situations multiple times, by this point - Thank God I'm alive... But the thing is you live and learn and I for one will learn that you can't fall in love twice....well maybe you can apparently, but definitely not with that same person again......Right? Or perhaps maybe I never fell out of love in the first place. Shit. You see, J was only another stepping stone to the long disappointing path of destruction. He was everything a broken single girl can ask for.....charming, sweet, that damn dreamy smile, a tad bit weird but what guy isn't and can't forget...hot af. Sorry guys who are reading....we love them sexy - cute works too - but only if it's natural and not cringy....I rather not see that in my nightmares, no offense. If you're smart than I'll throw on some bonus points. But ladies, let's not be so naive - just because they are as said "hot af" they can also be quite manipulative. Turning into a mindless zombie for that damn charming smile did not do me justice. He was sweet of course, like I said; but he was just another as they might call it - a player. T.m.i and I'm so sorry for those who are pure - but the s*x was fantastic and the second time....even better. Hell - even the third time but who's counting because that's not what matters here, what matters is the fact that I wanted more and he didn't. I scared him off.....ME!! Only because I fell for that damn charming smile. J said he was fine with dating but he had no commitment, no loyalty. J was a disappointment. And even after my heart crumbling disaster of a relationship with someone who starts with the letter "D" - I took the regrettable decision to trust again and fuck was that a mistake. Because boys don't just stomp on your heart - they tear you up from the inside out. And once again any guys out there who are reading this and are decent? Please come my way because I'm dying to meet you. *PS - I know you guys are dying for me to spill the beans on D but you will have to wait on my next session because honestly I'm stupid hungover and it's the first day back after Christmas break and I'm not ready to write that novel. Till next time:)" Xoxo Peace :::

Your head was pounding as you grabbed a tray and made your way over to the lunch line.

"Excuse me." You felt a slight bump as the last Tteokguk was taken before you even had a chance to grab it.

Your anger quickly rose as you knew exactly who that voice belonged to. "You asshole!"

"Oh I'm sorry, did you want this?" He smirked at you as he walked away.

"Donghyuck!-" You were quick on his tail. "Give me that back."

"You snooze you lose." He laughed.

"I was not snoozing, you intentionally stole it from me."

"Maybe you were intentionally being slow." He mocked.

"I hate you." You argued still following him. "Why are you such a jerk?"

"Why are you still here (Y/N)? You said you were transferring." You both got in line to pay.

"I still do, but you know what - why should I....why don't you transfer?"

"Can't do that. I have less than 2 years left." He shrugged handing over his meal card.

"So do I." You fought.

"Great so it's settled." He had amusement in his voice.

"You paying for her?" The cashier asked.

"Her? Hell no." He smirked with his response causing you to roll your eyes, handing over your card.

"Such a dick." You mumbled, quickly following him, not letting him get away so easily as he began to move through the seating area.

"Why are you still following me?" He asked, sass to his tone.

"I'm not done talking to you." You argued.

"You're never done talking."

You gasped. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What are you gonna do about it (Y/N)?" He finally turned to look at you. "Throw another shoe at me?"

"I would love to." You snarled.

"You were always cute when you were angry......By the way, nice dance last night." He winked before turning around and disappearing from you again - hopefully for the last time.

You flipped him off before returning back to your table probably looking much angrier than you left.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #48 Would I do it again? Never. Can't believe I dated that jerk.....actually let me rephrase that....I can't believe I was in love with that jerk. 2 years of my life wasted. Kudos to his next girlfriend that's for sure - good luck with that one and bless your soul. :::

"What's wrong?" Jimin laughed at your angry state.

"My ex is an asshole, that's what's wrong." You snarled before pouting at your sad lunch of a chicken sandwich and some fries. Donghyuck always had to put himself first even when you were dating.

"We're still talking about this?"

"It's not my fault Min, when he just harassed me in the lunch line."

"Can't you just ignore him?" Jimin spoke with a smirk. I'm glad they're enjoying this.

"That's hard to do when we go to the same school." You sighed. "And no he won't transfer, I already asked him."

"You asked him to transfer? I can see you are both handling the breakup well." Minjeong spoke with sarcasm.

Jimin nudged her as a warning seeing your distraught state but you played it off with a smile. You were fine. Maybe.

"May I ask what happened with Jaemin?" Yetak asked with sympathy.

You sighed. "I wanted a relationship and he didn't. He only looked at me as a fuck buddy."

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Minjeong said once again, even though she heard your whole spiel last night as you cried over the toilet.

"I told you he is a player (Y/N)." Jimin spoke up once again. "But you said you didn't care....you said "I will change his mind"."

"He looked sweet okay."

"He is sweet, just not in that department." She laughed at your remarked. "Sorry I know you're hurting." She quickly retracted.

"It's fine, I'm just done with boys."

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #48 And you were....In times like these.....turn to your friends because they will have your back first and foremost.... who needs dick anyway, your fingers worked just fine.....alright tmi but hey let's be honest with ourselves for once, we don't need men to please us :::

You stopped typing as soon as the door opened. "You know when I sighed my soul just to make you my roommate, I didn't plan on you hardly being here."

"Oh shut up (Y/N). You're barely here either. I had to carry you up the stairs the last night."

You rolled your eyes because of course she had to be right again but it didn't mean she had to kick you while you're down. "What if I was drugged." You sighed dramatically.

"Don't even joke about that, I worry about you every time you leave this apartment.....you always end up passed out somewhere."

"But you guys are always there to help me." You batted your eyelashes.

"Yeah well, I didn't sigh my soul to babysit." She used your own words against you.

"I'm sorry......I'm just having a tough time. I want to meet someone new."

"You will (Y/N), let fate take over."

"I don't believe in that shit." You bit your lip frustrated as Jimin burst through the door kicking her shoes off, already being glued to her phone.

"What about online? That seemed to work for you?"

"It's not just me meeting someone online (Y/N)....he goes to our school."

"Is that why you've been so m.i.a?"

"Maybe." She confirmed. "He's really nice."

"I would love for you to meet him. He's got your lovely sarcastic humor....I'm sure you guys will get along great."

"I'm sorry are you trying to hook me up with your new boyfriend?" Jimin looked up interested in your conversation.

"I want my best friends and my boyfriend to get along." She sighed. "Especially since I will be having him over more often."

"What like sleeping over?" She glared at your response. "I don't want to hear you guys."

"Oh and like I wanted to hear you and Jaemin?" She sassed but quickly pursed her lips seeing your pale reaction to his name.

"It's not like we even done anyway yet, we just started going out." She got up making her way towards your kitchen.

"What are we talking about?" Jimin finally entered the chat.

"Min's new catfish."

"He's not a catfish. He looked just like his picture when we first met up."

"That doesn't mean anything." You whispered. "If you want my advice...."

"I don't."

"But if you did....I would say break up with him now before it's too late....."

"What's your hang up on relationships lately? I'm sorry your relationships didn't work out but that doesn't mean every guy is an asshole."

"I know." You shrugged. "I'm just done falling in love." You got up following her closer to the kitchen.

"You're done with love? Just like that?"

"Yup. Because Jaemin was just another life lesson on how guys will continuously disappoint you and just because they are sweet in the beginning doesn't mean they won't turn on you late-"

"(Y/N)." She cut you off. "Forget I asked."

"Have your been reading that blog again?" Jimin squinted at you puzzled.

"What blog?" Minjeong asked.

"LoveAboveMyPinkClouds." Jimin confirmed as you stayed quiet. "She's always talking about her bad relationships and I do think she brings up a lot of good points but maybe her advice isn't all that helpful.....at least in your case."

"Sounds like she's been through a lot if you ask me." You sat back down, shutting your laptop.

"We'll maybe you two should swap stories and come to terms with your past relationships and finally move on." Jimin pursed her lips.

"Yeah....maybe you're right." You agreed to disagree. "Okay enough depressing talk about me, let's do something."

"Jimin, want to go to karaoke....it's been a while." You continued to ask since your scheduled was oh so clear.

"I can't, I'm hanging out with Sungchan." She got up and began to make her way to her room.

"Uggg. How about you Min? Karaoke? I'll let you hit the high notes this time." You danced teasingly.

"I have plans as well, with...."She said more timid.

"The catfish?"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop calling him that."

"What's his name?"

"Oh - ah- Haechan, he's really cute - let me show you a picture of him-" Her phone started ringing with his name popping up. "Sorry I gotta go, I'll see you later (Y/N) - hey, I'm coming down now."

Alone again.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #49 Okay maybe I was wrong....being single wasn't as fun as I thought it would be....I'm not the type to just hook up with strangers, okay maybe not anymore but to make it worse, falling for your fwb because that shit stings. I wanted someone to hold me and cuddle with me, kiss me sweetly that may or may not lead to something intense later..... I know, I'm getting sappy. I feel vulnerable and this is the last time I will post anything like this, so don't get comfortable folks. And yes.....I'm thinking of that famous D, who broke my heart but he was my everything once and he gave me all that sweet stuff I wanted - but then he had to fuck it up. But am I crazy saying I miss that. Not him, let's be clear - he turned into a real jerk but at our peak I miss who he was. I miss the reminiscence..... Okay I think I had enough of the internet for tonight. Xoxo peace :::

As soon as you hit post, the comments started flooding in. -"please give us the scoop on D?" -"what did he do that was so bad?" -"you're making all this shit up." -"do you miss J." -"the guy I just started dating is name is Dongjun - I hope it's not him? 0.0" -"WHAT DID HE DO! IM DYING TO KNOW." -"why are girls crazy over this blog, she sounds bitter to me. Maybe it was her fault why they broke up." -"hang in there - you'll get through this." -"she's totally still in love with D - maybe they will makeup." -"anyone else trying to do research on J and D - I want to know who they are so bad, there's not that many guys at this school is there?" -"my sources are telling me J is either Juhyun or Jaemin - they are both players with that damn charming smile." -"what about Jaesung? His smile is to die for <3." -"that's a good guess as well. Damn this is hard." -"I don't go to this school but I'm dying to know who they are as well." -"how do I enroll here?"

You rolled your eyes closing your laptop. You just wanted to cuddle up in your blanket and find a good movie in your lonesome apartment as your so called friends are enjoying their own lives as you sulk feeling like yours is over. At least you had fans.

*tap* *tap* *tap*

"Can anyone tell me the meaning of anonymity and what it represents?"

*tap* *tap* *tap*

You gently shoved your friend, sitting besides you to stop her excessive texting. "Anyone?"

"Minjeong." You whispered and she finally looked up as the professor stared at the both of you.

"(Y/N)?" He tapped his foot.

"What was the question?" The class echoed with soft giggles throughout the room.

"Anonymity."

"Oh right.......um keeping your identity a secret."

"And....why do you think it's so common?"

"Well, it depends on the reason - some people could be ashamed or embarrassed on who they are or they could be working incognito to find out information or it can even be used to give credit off yourself."

"Okay, good. Pay attention ladies." You nodded putting your head down.

"Who are you texting?" You whispered.

"Her new boyfriend." Jimin said on the other side of you.

"At least silence your phone, I'm trying to focus."

"Sorry guys." She blushed.

"Wow she's crazy over this guy." Jimin whispered next to you causing you to just shrug with envy.

...

"Minjeong, food?" You asked again. "Can you pretend for like one second that I'm the only person that matters to you." You spoke as soon as you left class.

"I'm sorry." She blushed.

"It's him again? You guys been dating a week and he's already turned you into a mindless zombie?"

"I'm sorry, he's bored in his class." She giggled. "Food right? I'm actually meeting Haechan there for lunch, you can join us if you want."

"On second that, I got a lot of work to do." You tried to quickly speed off.

"Come on (Y/N)."

"What I'm a communication journalist major. I've got papers to write."

"You afraid to meet him? Maybe he has some friends he can introduce you to but of course he needs to meet you first."

"Come on hungry." She whined.

"Fine."

"How long have you two been dating again?" You asked confused from her excited state of getting flustered over just a lunch date.

"Almost 2 weeks."

"Wow you must really like him." You teased under her knowledge.

"I do and I can't wait for you to meet him." You both sat down at your chosen table.

"Oh look there he is." She blushed excited again like some celebrity was making their way over.

:::

LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #50

If I transferred, would you guys miss me? New school, new bae, new friends.....doesn't sound so bad. I mean I'm not trying to run away from my problems....but maybe a fresh start will do me good. It's only college, my money technically. Idk.... Okay maybe some of you are already typing, I'm being over dramatic but the info I just found out is truly unbelievable and if not unbearable, at least for me. And by all means, if you feel the need to stop reading go ahead because what I'm about to tell you probably sounds made up but the evidence is there, if you decide to believe me or not and I don't know what to do about it. Once again.....transfer? Sounds good.

:::

You huffed seeing Donghyuck make his way over, not making anything of it as you moved to try to see around him. "Where?"

"You're funny (Y/N)." She laughed and Donghyuck's face went pale as soon as he saw you.

"Hey Channie, this is (Y/N), my best friend and roommate - the one I was telling you about."

"Wait - this is (Y/N)-" He started getting all flustered.

"Yes - nice to meet you....Haechan was it?" You stood up reaching for his hand, playing it off.

You smiled sarcastically to hint off his confused state. "You're the one that's got my friend all mushy. You must be amazing in bed."

"(Y/N)-" Minjeong warned embarrassed.

"I've been told." He smirked playing along with whatever façade you were pulling.

You let go of his tight grip and sat down trying not to act pissed. "So Haechan huh? Nice name.....I don't think I ever heard anyone with that name."

Minjeong looked at you with confusion but clearly was blinded what was really going on. "Yeah....- I mean it is a big school."

You just wanted to get your shoe ready if you were being honest. You tried to hide your anger with not only your ex but the fact that this was the guy that was seeing your friend for almost two weeks. How could he be so low to hurt you like that.

"Are you sure you go here?" You began as Minjeong spilt her drink accidentally, invested in from the conversation she was hearing.

"Shoot, I'm gonna get some napkins." She quickly got up making her way across the cafeteria.

As soon as she left, you pressed the boy in front of you. "How fucking dare you?"

"Relax, I didn't know she was your friend."

"Clearly you did when you gave her a fake name....because if she knew your name was Donghyuk, she would have known to stay away."

"Haechan is not a fake name....it's what my friends call me - oh wait, how would you know that since you hated my friends." He started, leaning closer on the table. "Tsk - actually I forgot you fucked most of them."

You arched your eyebrows. "I only fucked Jaemin and I didn't know he was your friend and yes I fucked Jeno once to get back at you but in my defense I was wasted."

"Don't act like you're some angel. Did you forget how we broke up?"

"I remember my side, which was the truth and then I remember you're psychotic accusations."

"Don't play that card.....you fucking cheated on me." You yelled in a hushed whisper.

"I told you the whole story and it was your fault not to trust me."

"I caught you with your pants around your ankles."

"Sorry I had to ask an employee to get me more." Minjeong sweet voice broke the tension not suspecting anything. "So what did (Y/N) say about me?" She giggled.

"She just said what I already thought about you. Sweet, loyal, and caring, a great friend."

"Aww, I thought you would have said something embarrassing."

"Nope, I actually care about my best friend and if any guy breaks her heart like they did with mine....they better watch out."

"She's kidding." Minjeong quickly spoke causing a glare from your ex.

This was how it was gonna be huh? How do you get Minjeong to breakup with Haechan without giving away your secret? How to convince her that he's a liar and a cheater?

Maybe it wasn't Minjeong you should be convincing, what if you convince him to break up with her? It's for her own good.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #50 So best friend dating my oh so famous ex. Yes, that ex. The famous D which I know you are all waiting so patiently for hearing about our bitter not so sweet end. Yes you heard that right but, in this case,....my best friend never met my ex - so is it fair for me to be pissed about it. Idek. It's not like she is intentionally trying to hurt me. What would you do? Next thing....is it fair for me wanting to break them up....is that cruel? This is definitely a brain teaser my friends. Looks like the tables have turned here because now its my turn to seek advice. What do I do? Transfer you say? Thinking about it. Well, thats all for now, stay tuned for next time. Xoxo Peace

:::

"Why would I do that?" He spoke as Mark laughed behind him.

"I never thought I would see you two talking again." Mark laughed some more.

"Trust me, it's more of an argument." You smirked but then alerted your attention back on Donghyuck.

"Because I love my best friend and I don't want her to get hurt."

"I'm not gonna hurt her." His tone shot back annoyed.

"Yeah, let's pretend I believe that." You snickered. "She's too innocent for a relationship with you."

"Wow that's insulting for someone who knows better."

"I mean she's sensitive, she won't be able to handle any kind of dispute with you, especially if she finds out about us.......she's even a virgin."

"I can't just break up with her without a reason."

"Sure you can....you found someone else yotta yotta yotta."

"And that sounds like it won't break her heart?" He arched his eyebrows sarcastically.

"Well, don't be a dick about it."

"How about I break up with her after a few months and find real reasons to end things."

"So work your way to make her fall in love and then pull the carpet?" You argued.

"Just tell her the truth then." He groaned ready to shut the door.

"I can't now."

"Yeah because you opened your big mouth and lied about us knowing each other."

"I panicked." You shrugged hearing random laughter down the hall as your argument was starting to cause attention. "Actually maybe she'll see how big of a true asshole you are and do it herself."

"Sure." He was about done with you and wanted to go back to his video games.

"Do me one favor though?" You turned back as he was just about to close the door.

"What now?" He huffed.

"Don't sleep with her."

"How come? Will you be jealous?" He smirked.

"No....I don't want you corrupting my friend and who knows where you've put that thing."

He sighed walking out the door and knocking on the door across from his room.

"You really want to play that game." He spoke before the door opened revealing Jaemin and then seeing past his room was a Jeno. "Hey Mark, it's your turn."

"Huh?" He asked confused.

"You're the only one (Y/N) hasn't fucked."

"You're a real prick, you know that?" You sneered.

"You fucked all of my friends so why can't I fuck yours? Don't be a hypocrite."

"Wait, this is your ex? You said she transferred." Jaemin laughed.

"I was hoping." He glared.

"Minjeong will see pass you, just wait. She is going to break up with you if you like it or not."

"Can't wait." He smirked at you again causing your anger to just boil over.

Of all guys on this campus, she could hook up with and it had to be Donghyuck. You weren't angry with her of course, hence her lack of Information but it felt worse knowing how infatuated she was already. She didn't stop talking about him since you and him finally met. You wanted to tell her everything but Donghyuck was right, you had to open your mouth and make up this whole lie of not knowing him.

But the worst part wasn't because he was dating your best friend. It was because you were still hopelessly and annoyingly in love with him. Sounds stupid right? Well that's how you felt. Everything was perfect up until that one night.

Well, maybe you were just caught up as well and maybe he just was never the guy you think he was. Maybe you should transfer? It's not too late.

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