#next js apps

[techstuff19]

Best Practices for API Integration in Next.js Apps

Modern web applications thrive on seamless, efficient, and secure API communication. Whether it's pulling data from a CMS, connecting with a payment gateway, or interacting with a cloud service, API integration is at the core of every high-performance Next.js app.

Next.js, with its server-side capabilities and built-in API routes, offers a flexible environment for creating and consuming APIs. But with flexibility comes the responsibility of integration best practices especially when dealing with sensitive data or mission-critical services.

Why Next.js Is Built for API-Driven Applications

Next.js offers both server-side and client-side rendering, making it ideal for hybrid API workflows. Developers can:

Use getServerSideProps() or getStaticProps() for SSR/SSG-based data fetching.

Utilize /api routes to implement backend logic directly within the app.

Take advantage of built-in middleware for authentication, error handling, and request filtering.

This architectural flexibility is why SaaS companies can scale frontend with Next.js, particularly when their APIs need to serve both dynamic dashboards and SEO-friendly landing pages.

Best Practices for Integrating APIs in Next.js

1. Centralize API Logic

Avoid scattering fetch calls across components. Instead, centralize them using a services directory or a custom hook (useApi) for consistency and maintainability.

2. Use Environment Variables

Secure API keys and sensitive data by using .env.local. Never hardcode tokens in the frontend codebase.

3. Handle Errors Gracefully

Build resilient error handling using try/catch blocks and conditionally render UI based on the state of the API response.

4. Use SWR or React Query

For client-side API calls, libraries like SWR (by Vercel) or React Query help manage caching, loading states, and automatic revalidation.

5. Secure Your APIs

Whether you're calling third-party APIs or building your own endpoints within the Next.js /api folder, security is critical. Learn how to ensure REST API security to prevent unauthorized access, data leaks, and common vulnerabilities like CSRF and XSS.

When Should You Hire an Expert?

As your application scales and API complexities increase especially with third-party integrations, real-time data, or sensitive business logic it’s beneficial to hire Next.js developers who are skilled in scalable architectures, secure integrations, and performance optimization.

Final Thoughts

APIs are the arteries of modern web apps. When combined with the server-side strengths of Next.js, your frontend becomes more powerful, reactive, and tailored to user needs. By following these best practices, you’re not only creating better experiences, you're building a scalable, secure, and resilient application foundation.

[velvtcherie]

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[technology-trends-by-mellisa]

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[missdynamighttt]

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know my wife is important."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[eyetothefuture]

Eye to the Future: Powering Full-Stack Excellence with Java and React!

At Eye to the Future, REST API integration with a Java backend and a React frontend is a smart way to build modern, scalable, and efficient web applications. For a Java React developer, the backend, often powered by frameworks like Spring Boot, manages HTTP requests, routes, and data processing, ensuring secure and optimized responses. The frontend, built with React, connects seamlessly to these APIs using a component-based approach and hooks like useEffect to fetch and display data dynamically. This setup separates responsibilities, where the backend handles the data and the frontend focuses on user experience and presentation. JSON acts as the common data format, enabling smooth communication between the backend and frontend. Tools like Axios or the Fetch API in React make API calls easy, while handling errors and loading states ensures the application feels polished. Combining Java's backend strength and React's interactive frontend creates an end-to-end solution suitable for everything from small projects to large systems. With this robust integration, developers can easily adapt the skills to work as Next.js developers, bringing scalability and flexibility to any project.

[techomoro]

Multi-Language Next.Js 14 App Router Website Using i18next – RTL Support

We already have an article titled “Multi-Language Next.Js 12 Website Using I18next – RTL Support” that explains how to create a multi-language website with the help of Next.js 12 page router and i18next – RTL support. However, this article will discuss how to create a multi-language website using Next.js 14 App Router and i18next with RTL Support. Prerequisites I assume that the reader has a…

[ahex-technologies]

Next.js vs. Other Frameworks: A Comparative Analysis

Introduction:

In the realm of web development, choosing the right framework can significantly impact the success and efficiency of your projects. Next.js has gained traction as a popular framework, but how does it stack up against other contenders? In this article, we'll conduct a comparative analysis of Next.js with other leading frameworks to help you make informed decisions for your development endeavors.

Understanding Next.js:

Next.js has emerged as a versatile framework, renowned for its seamless integration with React and advanced features such as server-side rendering, automatic code splitting, and routing. Its flexibility and performance make it a favorite among developers for building dynamic and high-performance web applications.

Comparative Analysis:

1. Performance:

Next.js boasts excellent performance, thanks to features like server-side rendering, which enhances page loading speed and improves SEO. In comparison, some frameworks may require additional optimization to achieve similar performance levels.

2. Scalability:

Next.js offers scalability out of the box, allowing developers to effortlessly scale their applications as they grow. Other frameworks may require additional configuration or architectural changes to accommodate scalability needs.

3. Ease of Use:

One of Next.js's strengths is its simplicity and ease of use, with a minimalistic setup and intuitive API. While other frameworks may offer more customization options, they may also come with a steeper learning curve and require more boilerplate code.

4. Developer Expertise:

Next.js is relatively easy for developers familiar with React to pick up, making it an attractive choice for teams already invested in the React ecosystem. However, developers with expertise in other frameworks may require additional time to adapt to Next.js's conventions and best practices.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Next.js shines as a powerful framework for building modern web applications, offering a balance of performance, scalability, ease of use, and developer productivity. While other frameworks may excel in certain areas, Next.js's comprehensive feature set and seamless integration with React make it a compelling choice for many development projects.

Final Thoughts:

Ultimately, the choice between Next.js and other frameworks depends on your project requirements, team expertise, and long-term goals. By carefully considering the factors discussed in this comparative analysis, you can make an informed decision that aligns with your development needs and objectives. Whether you are seeking Next.js development services in India, USA, Ahex Technologies stands as the premier choice for outsourcing expert Next.js development.

[bcystar]

— NO NEED TO BE DRUNK

it was never about how drunk you were

pt.2 to stay for breakfast but can be read as a standalone

pairing: Joaquín x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

authors note: wrote basically the entire thing in one whole night…domestic Joaquín save me 💔💔 also I need to start posting in a timely manner…why is it midnight right now 😞😞 LAST THING don’t mind the format change, I write and edit on my notes app THEN copy and paste onto here and I js got too lazy to make the font smaller and space it out 💀💀

You wake up to warm rays of Sunlight kissing your face and a heavy arm holding you close. You bask in the comfort of the situation, disregarding the pounding in your head. The last thing you remembered from your night out was asking Joaquín to stay the night, remembering you’d promised him breakfast. You slip his muscular arm off your body and slither out of bed. As you stretch, you notice the pills and water on your night stand. “Joaquín you old softy.” You grin to yourself as you gulp down the pills.

You’re flipping the last pancake when the sound of the floor creaking makes you look up from your stove.

“Rise and shine sleepy bird.”

“Good morning to you too, Angel.”

He inches closer to where you stand at the stove, leaning next to you. That’s when you take a look at him. His hair is disheveled, his face is lightly puffy (making him look sooo much cuter), and…he’s…shirtless..? You can’t help but glance down his body. His abs may be attractive but it’s his moles that really grab your attention. They looked like mini chocolate chips on his tan skin…

“Angel, the pancake is burning.” Joaquín takes the flipper from your hand and flips the pancake himself.

“Don’t worry I’ll take that one…” he notices you’re still staring “…you okay..?”

“Huh? Oh uh yeah. My head is killing me.” You rub your forehead.

“Well you quite an eventful night, and also, you did not have to make all this food.” He takes the mildly burnt pancake and plops it on a plate.

He slides your plate to you after adding all the toppings you loved. “C’mere, Angel.” He beckons you over with his arms wide open.

You melt in his strong hold, his scent filling your nose, you almost never want to pull away. He rubs his hand over your back in a circular motion while the other holds your waist tight. Your mind stops all the noise and commotion and falls silent in his touch. He creeps his hand up into your scalp and scratches the back of your head softly. You breathe out a sigh into the crook of his neck and he giggles under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just ticklish.”

“Just your neck or anywhere else?” You two are now bobbing side to side softly to the tune of only your affection.

“Nowhere you need to know nosey pants.”

His hand stays massaging your head as you bury your head back onto him. This all felt so…perfect. The sunny morning, yummy breakfast, your crush holding you, maybe you were still under your drunken dream. You slide your arms from your side to his waist. He flinches away at your touch fully giggling now.

“Oh my god! How ticklish are you?!” You laugh out.

“I told you! Now c’mon, breakfast is getting cold.”

He pulls a chair out and looks at you. You struggle to dilute your smile as you walk back over to him. Once you’re sat comfortably in your seat, he brings over your plates from the counter and over to the dinner table. Once sat, he looks at you, waiting for you.

“What.”

“Nothing, just waiting for you to eat first.”

You chuckle “Why?”

“I mean…you cooked it all, you deserve first bites.”

You just smile at him as you eat a piece of your pancake. Once you take the first bite, Joaquín digs in like he’s never been fed before. He barely chews his food, basically just inhaling it. You can only sit bewildered as you eat. “Sam not feed you or something?” You joke, cutting the last bits of your first pancake.

“Not food this good. It’s all granola bars and sad salads. Sometimes, Bucky will bring him lunch and he’ll tell me to take some but…” all he has left is the last piece of bacon “…it’s all even more depressing forties food.” You let out an amused laugh.

He looks at you so happily. He’d made you giggle and whatnot before but never laugh this hard. He’s basically beaming at this point and starts to laugh with you. The laughter only dies down when you transition back to eating your breakfast and silence falls on the two of you. You don’t mind though, you’re both thinking, maybe about the same things, maybe not. You can’t stop thinking about his touch. So gentle yet so firm. The way he comforted you without even having to be asked. God he’d be such a perfect boyfriend.

Joaquín on the other hand was still thinking about your laugh. Your eyes squinting into cute little crescents and your bright smile emitting light from how bright it was. The sound of your laugh, he would listen to it all day if he could. Without even realizing it, you’re both staring at each other. It’s almost as if time froze, you both basically have heart eyes beating out of your eye sockets for each other. It’s the sound of a grating squeaking that snaps you two back to Earth. You’d sliced through your pancake and were basically about to slice through your plate. You two can’t help but laugh again at the whole situation.

“You know what? I was full anyway.” You stand and throw your scraps into the trash.

Only when you stand before the sink Joaquín stops you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You at him and then the sink full of dishes “…the dishes…?”

“Not after you cooked it too.”

“No that’s exactly why actually, also you’re my guest, it’s my job.”

“No it’s fine, I’m basically here every weekend anyway. If anything, I’m a regular.”

“Okay how about we compromise hm? You wash and I’ll dry? Sound like a fair trade, cutie?”

It takes a few seconds for him to reply “Fine.”

You two work together like a machine. He scrubs and rinses, you dry and stow. The air is filled with the hiss of the sink and the squeak coming from the towel on the plate.

“Hey thanks for taking care of me last night, I know I can be a difficult drunk.” You break the silence after putting away the last pan.

“Ah it was no big deal, plus you’re kind of cute when you’re drunk.”

“I didn’t talk about any conspiracy theories did I?”

“He’s totally like watching over us from the Moon!” He mocks your voice.

You can’t do anything but slap his shoulder and act annoyed. It’s him grabbing your arms and wrapping them around his neck that makes you break your act. His arms hug your waist tight and he seems as surprised that he did this as you are. “You know…it uh…it kind of felt like a…d…date…” you just stare at him, dumbfounded. “…in a sense…not just last night but…also now…?” The last part felt more like a question than a statement.

“What are you getting at Joaquín?”

“Do you wanna date?”

Your eyes widen.

“No no like go on a date. We can date after! Or after a few dates! Or not at all! I don’t know, it’s all really up to yo-“

Only when you press your lips against his does he stop talking. It’s not a long kiss, just enough to serve the both of you for now. You pull away and his face goes towards yours like a magnet. Now it was your turn to slightly scratched back of his head.

“Yes Joaquín, I’ll go on a date with you. We can only talk about the actual dating part if you can take me to some really fun dates though.” You smile.

“I can do that.” Then he crashes his lips to yours.

Now it’s deeper, more intimate. He lowers his left hand lower down your back and his right hand higher up. He feels your embrace so warm and soft against him, he needs to be closer. He pushes you further against him, deepening the kiss. You respond by grabbing a handful of his hair and gently tugging at his soft curls. He groans against your lips and you can feel your pulse quickening. It’s only when you start to lose your breath you pull away. He reluctantly pulls back too and has the cutest hazy look on his face.

“I should get drunk more often so you can always kiss me like this.”

“Trust me, Angel. You never needed to be drunk for me to kiss you.”

You giggled and pulled him into a hug.

You should’ve done this way earlier.

[sungiejpg]

HOT TO GO!; jeno [smau]

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took me longer to update since I have to put the links on my laptop since app is not working for me now

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[ryngzmn]

₊˚ෆ | moving up | S.B (2)

SUMMARY: After you helped him learn how to use a mobile phone, Ben comes to you a few days later so he can learn how to use a laptop.

WORD COUNT: 818.

WARNINGS: not proofread, little bit of swearing, maybe OOC Ben???, use of Y/N (only once).

A/N: a few people suggested I make this a series where reader teaches Ben how to use various pieces of modern technology and I LOVED that idea so here I am with my first series<3. also literally could not come up with a title so I js decided on some basic one…

part one! | part three! | part four! | part five!

Ever since you forced helped Ben work a mobile phone, you realized he started being a little nicer to you.

He didn’t call you names as often and he didn’t yell at you whenever you didn’t refer to him as his super name.

You didn’t ask him about it since you thought that if you did, he’d go back to his bitchy self.

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Butcher and the others had just left for yet another mission that Butcher didn’t let you go on.

Apparently, he had also noticed how Ben seemed to be a little nicer to you compared to the rest of The Boys.

You didn’t necessarily mind not going on mission and risking injuries, per say, but it got a little boring constantly being told to stay back and watch Ben to make sure he doesn’t blow something up.

Right now, you were sitting at a random desk that was placed in the makeshift hideout, just minding your own business.

Well, you were minding your own business until you heard Ben’s booming voice speak up as he approached you.

“Hey, Y/N.” You raised your head and looked in his direction.

The first thing you noticed was the laptop tucked firmly under his arm. You raised an eyebrow, wondering whose it was since Ben obviously didn’t know how to work a laptop.

“Whose laptop is that, Ben?” You questioned skeptically.

“It’s Hughie’s.” Ben said smugly, throwing a thumb over his shoulder and gesturing to the now empty desk that once had Hughie’s laptop on it before he left.

“Seriously, Ben—“ Before you could protest further, Ben grabbed a chair and placed it next to yours, putting the laptop between you.

“Teach me how to use this thing.” Ben said in a slightly demanding tone.

You rolled your eyes and opened it, noting how Hughie surprisingly didn’t use a password in his laptop.

“Okay, well..” You sighed and looked over at Ben, pointing at the smooth squared area below the keyboard that you were dragging your finger on.

“This is how you drag the cursor. You can also plug in a mouse instead of using that.” Ben just stared at you, his forehead creased.

“A mouse? Why the fuck would you plug in a mouse to a laptop?”

You shook your head, shoulders slumping a bit.

“Not an actual mouse. Like a, uh…” You found yourself stumped on how to explain so you turned back to the laptop and opened the web browser.

“This is the web browser, there’s multiple of these but it looks like Hughie just uses Google. This is where you look stuff up.”

You quickly typed in the word laptop mouse and then turned the screen towards him.

“This is what I meant by mouse. It’s basically a different way to move the cursor.”

Ben nodded before looking at you again. “What’s a cursor?”

You pointed to the small white arrow that was in the middle of the screen. “That’s the cursor.”

“Oh, okay.” Ben moved the laptop closer to him and started snooping through Hughie’s apps and messages.

“Ben-“ You frowned, gently taking the laptop away from him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Ben scoffed and mumbled something close to “party pooper” under his breath before he snatched the laptop back.

“I jus’ wanna do something real quick.” He mused, going to Hughie’s messages and scrolling until he found Butcher’s contact.

“What are you doing?” Ben held up a finger to silence you before he started typing something.

You shook your head in disappointment as you read what Ben was trying to send to Butcher.

‘I hate you, you stupid British fuck’

After clicking the send button, Ben laughed boisterously, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see Butcher’s reaction to that message.”

“He’ll probably know it’s you.” You butt in, arms crossed across your chest like an angry parent.

Ben let out a defiant huff. “No he won’t, he’ll totally think Hughie sent it and then chew him a new one.”

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Eventually, when everyone got back after you taught Ben how to maneuver through a laptop some more, Butcher saw the text and showed it to Hughie.

You sat back with Ben and watched as the color drained from Hughie’s face in a horrific expression.

“I didn’t send that!” He started defending himself immediately, making various points on how the time didn’t match up and how he would never say that to Butcher.

Butcher chuckled before turning to you and Ben, you didn’t hesitate to rat Ben out.

“It was his idea. I was just showing him how to work a laptop.” Ben shot you a glare as you were glad looks couldn’t kill because you’d definitely be dead meat right now.

It was safe to say that instead of Butcher chewing Hughie a new one, it was Ben on the receiving side of Butcher’s scolding.

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reblogs n feedback r appreciated! <3

[abbysreal-wife]

Ultraviolence

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘺

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘺

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺:: You wanna leave. God, you really want to. But she’s like a magnetic force, and your being forced towards her.

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘴:: Slapping, Ellie is mean asf (is it weird to say I’m turned on), strap usage, “bitch” being used a bit, crying. ELLIE AND ABBY MENTIONED SMD IF YOU DONT LIKE IT🙄, Ellie is cheating.

𝘈/𝘕:: This has so many Lana del Rey song references like: white mustang (why am I staying; the lyric), pretty when you cry, and ultraviolence. Also I love Ellie js letting you know (and you guys to.. ig)

ALSO OTHER NOTE, I WROTE THIS IN MY NOTES APP WHILE I WAS CLEANING MY ROOM SO ITS IN BOLD💔

(Not proofread.)

Men & Minors DNI

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Why are you staying? 

Cause ellie would always tell you ‘you’ll never find anyone like me again’ or ‘ I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, right?’ While she was practically touching your gut. Well one day, you completely lost it while you guys were arguing, of course Ellie always hit you with the classic line “you will never find anyone like me again if you leave.” and in return you raised your voice at her “your right, I can find better than you” oh, that sent Ellie off the fucking rails. She then slapped you so fucking hard you thought you saw God inviting you to heaven. It actually genuinely knocked you off your feet. You tried to get up before Ellie stopped you by standing above you and crouching down placing one finger under your chin lifting your head to see your tears, she chuckled “you know, you look so pretty when you cry” you clenched your jaw. Ellie sighed “get to the bedroom, now.” She demanded. Now you were on your back with your legs spread wide open, and your feet hanging off of Ellie’s shoulders. 

Ellie brought the back of her hand to her forehead wiping the sweat dripped down her forehead you moaned and whined at the base of the strap hitting your cervix, tears spilled out from the corners of your eyes “ e-Ellie it’s too much” you cried out  you guys have been going at it for fucking hours ellie smirked and grabbed your face in an aggressive manner “you can take it bitch, can’t you? You wanted this right?” She snarled at you. Then in an instant she landed a slap across your face “fucking answer me” you nodded aggressively “y-yes” she let go of your face and began whining as her own orgasm begin to build up “fuck” she whispered before a guttural moan spilled from her throat and she threw her head back her hips spurted.  She stayed inside you for a bit before she pulled out of you, took off the harness and threw it somewhere. She climed off you and layed on her back next to you. “Make me something to eat, I’m hungry” she groaned. Then she got up and started walking towards the bathroom. “Wait— you paused before she snapped her head towards you “what?” “What do you want to eat?” You stuttered. she looked at you cold before answering “ whatever, you know what I like” she didn’t care about you, or anything that has to do with you. She walked in the bathroom before slamming the door and putting her palms face down on the counter looking in the mirror. For a moment, she felt bad,  she didn’t know whether to apologize or just leave you. Whatever, she had better things to do than worry about you, and better people to talk to.

Abby

Can I see you tonight? Or is your gf still over.

Ellie answered fingers working fast against the screen

No, shes at a friends. Im coming over, be ready.

she smiled looking the notification. She walked out the bathroom and into the kitchen where you now were turning on the stove and pulling out a pot. She walked past you fastly and headed towards the door sliding her converse on. You snapped your head towards the door where she was “Ellie, where are you going?” She turned her head slightly before she gripped the door handle “don’t worry about it, I’ll be back before tomorrow” “uhm, okay bye, I love you” then the door slammed. It was 1 in the fucking morning. She wasn’t gonna be in your bed tomorrow and you knew that. You bit your lip fighting back the tears. This was your life now. Accept it. You didn’t leave this relationship.

Now it’s your fault. 

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A/N: agian not proofread. Something quick. NO PART TWO WILL BE ADDED UGH🙄🙄

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[hyeitsrim]

do you even know that I want you? | one-shot pt.3!! (N.RK)

“Love's gonna get you killed; But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me” kendrick lamar, pride | no warnings, just a lot of depressing shit, DOWN BAD YNNNN, angst, cursing, nonchalant riki and mayb yn too??? gasp, no ending yet, also mentions of giselle from aespa (forgot to mention this in the last part), sunoo, jungwon and hanni from njz | [wc: 1.1k]

taglist: @annybah @foggychildfun @suhiiiies-blog

part 1 and part 2!!

—why has he not replied to your messages? it’s been days, days since you both last talked (it never went on this long) and days since that incident with the girl…

if he is now with her, he would tell you right?

you decided to give him one last chance. you scrolled through your fyp and found a funny video, sending it to him. you stared at your screen, watching as the video turned from sent to seen. you waited, waited and waited… he went offline. wtf?

you can’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at you, eating your soul away piece by piece before you quickly exit the app and let out a sigh. if this is how he wanna play it then fine, two can play this game. you went into your friends’ group chat, typing out a message, “guys let’s hangout”

giselle almost respond immediately, “Y/N SPEAKING UP FOR A HANGOUT??? ARE PIGS NOW FLYING?”. Jungwon was the next one: “omg, calm ur ass down it’s not like she won a grammy or sum also yes to y/n”. Hanni responded next, “YESYEYESYSYEYEYYSS!!”. Sunoo was the last one to respond, “omfg sure, i missed this sm”

You smirked at your friends’ eagerness to hangout and sent them a location to hangout at before you got ready and went out.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

you all gathered at the cafe with giselle by your side and Jungwon and Hanni sticking together by the hip. you and giselle rolled your eyes at the two love birds before you turned to Sunoo, the plan still fresh in your head. the plan was: take a photo with Sunoo and stand extremely close to him, post it and make riki jealous. you know it’s childish, immature even but you have held back all of your pettiness for too long.

“sunoo, picture?” you asked, turning to him while waving your phone in the air, “sure!” he said as he scooted closer to you when you held your phone up, making sure he was in frame with you. you flashed a small smile at the camera, reaching up to poke sunoo’s cheek before click! the picture was taken. you stared at the pic and smiled to yourself, already feeling excited to post this up later.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

it was a little later and the pictures were posted, including the one with sunoo. almost immediately, riki was the first one to view it and liked it. then, you got a notification.

NOTIFICATION: nishiiiii sent a new message

your heart skipped a beat at the notification and you quickly clicked on it, your eyes roaming around the screen in anticipation. the screen to your chat loaded and riki typed, “wowowow, who’s the guy btw?”. you stared at his message, fingers hovering above the keyboard, “a friend. why? jealous?” you typed out with a smirk.

riki stared at your message, wanting to type out a ‘yes’ to it but held back because of... pride? “no js curious” he typed out before going offline. you felt your eye twitching at the indifference in his message and felt even more infuriated when he went offline. “so how was the party the other day? u js suddenly disappeared and i never saw u”

it took him a while to get back online and he quickly replied to your message, “eh, nothing much, just got drunk and went home with this one girl” he sent. you felt your insides crashing down at his message that confirmed your suspicions, “are u with her now?”

the three bubbles then appeared but disappeared for a few seconds before popping up again, a message finally coming up, “jealous?” he typed back like your earlier message. you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry at that point. “what if i am?” you typed nervously but quickly discarded it, “nvm, forget it”

riki saw your text and frowned, but didn’t type out any more messages oh because he has too much pride and his ego is sky-high. you saw that he didn’t reply to your message but was still online. well, shit, the plan has gone miserably and terribly wrong because you’re still at square one. fuck this shit, you’ll start ignoring him at school too.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

at school, you were waking to class with giselle though your eyes were somewhere else.

that’s when you saw him, he was with his friends, talking and some girls batting their lashes at him. he saw you and he smiled at you, raising a hand up to wave at you. you saw him and gave him a deadpan face before turning back to giselle, not even bothering to wave at him.

riki noticed this and wanted to catch up to you, ask why the hell were you like this but he held back, he wasn’t supposed to be the one chasing girls, it should be the opposite. so he stayed rooted to his spot, his eyes following after you.

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作者.ᐟ: sent my crush a vid abt his dih being small (im sry i was trying to make convo) and he said 'howd yk' i said 'they're cameras in ur house'.... rate my rizz gais (also if u want part 4 js comment!!) xoxo hyerimm

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[biaonww]

"anaheim" satoru gojo based • open ending

may contain errors, similar content is coincidental.

ps. hi!! i know it's been a long time. this will be my first ever post in 2025, so i hope this hits well </3. i have so much stories in my notes app js sitting there, but i'm too scared it won't do good. also, listen to this with anaheim by niki. / sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift

winter has come already.

but everything feels so heavy. the only thing here heavy is your heart? maybe the only thing cold here is yourself, aching to be in his embrace? or is it the baggage you hold as you enter japan again, and acceptance of everything?

for 6 years, your dreams have always been weird. all your demons look like him. feel like him too.

in dreams, you meet him in warm conversations, but wake in lonely beds. in different cities.

time is taking it’s sweet time to erase him.

winter feels so much colder now.

climate is really confusing, isn’t it? It’s unexpected; you don’t know if the signals are true. but—

— you guess you can correlate climate to a relationship with gojo satoru, yeah?

you really can’t stop seasons changing, just like people.

you and satoru were both far too young to be forced into an arranged marriage. being freshly eighteen, barely out of high school, it hadn’t and wouldn’t be a good time.

so when satoru had the chance to divorce, he signed the paper without blinking.

and when that happened, you decided to go with your parents. to america.

maybe it was because the thought of being in japan haunted you. it haunted you by having all these memories in different places with the ghost who was still in your heart.

now though, years later, you’ve both smartened and become more mature. but sometimes, the thought ponders in both of your minds. what could’ve been if he had said no when he had divorced you? could he have grown to love you? could he have fulfilled the dreams the both of you had?

“do you actually hang out in fishy bars like this when you have time?” the white-haired man asks you, taking the seat next to you.

“… how’d you know where I was? how’d you know i came back here in japan?” you turn to face him, knowing that you could recognize his voice from a mile away. you didn’t even need to look, because you can recognize that voice that would always whisper sweet nothings into your ear. but hence, you take a sip out of your drink.

"i have my ways," he says a little way too soon, taking his sunglasses off. he's still got that little smile on his face, the one that says, 'i know too much'. for a while, he just observed you silently. he’s taking in the sight of you after all these years, trying to compare the you now to the you then. well, the years have been nice to you.

“you aren’t answering my question, though,” he eventually speaks, leaning against the bar. “which is becoming a little suspicious.”

“why do i have to answer, hm? we don’t know each other. we’re just strangers who knew each other’s past,” you remarked, taking another sip out of your drink, tracing small shapes on the table. he notices you still have the attitude of acting fine, but your actions give everything away.

but he knows why you have a wall built. you’re too scared of being vulnerable again to him. he brought you damage and ran away from all the debris he left behind.

“we’re not strangers,” he protests, the statement coming out bitter. be sounds more biting, more serious. a farcry from the satoru you knew.

“we were married,” he says, and his eyes are locked on yours, unflinching, “and we dated. we knew each other's pasts, present, and futures. even if it’s been years, we’re nowhere near strangers.”

“well, we were wrong about our future, were we not?” it feels weird, having to ask so many questions about life. your life. the life you pinned for.

…

and you can clearly make out how his face hardens, his jaw clenched. his hands were gripping the cloth of the table, knuckles white, as he struggles to keep that smile on his face. the carefree smile he once had.

“that’s a cruel thing to say,” he says, his voice still controlled, “but if you’d rather be cruel and cold to me rather than have a conversation, then i won't stop you. you’ve clearly become accustomed to the cold since we last spoke.”

“well, fuck—fine. let’s cut to the chase. so I'm going to ask you once more.”

“Why are you at a place like this?” and what’s going on? why are you in japan again?”

“i needed a drink. and i came back to pick up a few documents,” you say, continuing to be silent, but nevertheless, you still have the guts to look at him, which is surprising, because it hurts to look at him.

he tries to study you for a moment. it’s obvious he’s trying to pick apart your expression, trying to read the emotions on your face. you know he’s always been perceptive, almost scarily so, but there really is a difference between the boy you knew and the man now, staring at you.

“documents for what?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

“to move to switzerland,” and you simply reply by telling the truth; after all, what is there to hide anymore?

“… move?” he says suddenly. the news clearly shocks him, and satoru’s face falls from the ‘emotionless’ composure it held mere seconds ago.

“switzerland? you’re moving to europe… ”

it’s as if every thought from that moment on just… stops. nothing goes through his head. he’s speechless.

“yeah. i’ve always wanted to go and live there anyway. it’s always been a dream to.”

“but that's…” he stops short, shaking his head and glancing down, facing the floor.

“that’s far away,” he says, almost as if he’s just now realizing that fact. satoru takes a moment to let it sink in, and when he looks back up at you, that cool, calm persona is gone. all that’s there is a man who can’t fathom the woman he once loved leaving the country.

“why?” you can hear the ever-so-little hint of desperation in his voice. ��you can’t just leave.”

he looks at you more intently than he’s looked in quite a while. “what does switzerland have that japan doesn’t?”

“i thought you were just temporarily staying in america too. what happened to that?”

“well, it’s the country we wanted to settle down in. but i'll be the one settling there now,” you say in a quiet tone, avoiding looking at him now. it feels so scary, having to speak to a person who knows… or used to know you so dearly. having to speak to a person who used to memorize every single imperfection about you, the small wrinkles on your forehead, the things you like.

but those words that you said hits the both of you like a ton of bricks. the two of you can still clearly remember the plans you would used to make together. to get a cabin with a garden, surrounded by mountains and snow and wildlife, and to have kids together. his, yours, their own little family, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

he’s completely lost for words for a moment. you’re taking the future that once belonged to the both of you and making it your own.

“you’re making a mistake,” he says, the first words out of his mouth. the way he says it is almost harsh, coming out far more brusque than he’d been intending, but satoru is a little too deep now.

“you should stay here. you’re not going to find anything any better over in europe. you’re just going to—“

“you’re just going to be lonely there, i know it. i know you,” he says, his voice lower now, almost pleading.

the man shakes his head, “there’s no way you’re going to be happy over there. you’d… you’d regret it.”

but how can he say that? He makes you feel so lonely. but yet, his love is the one you used to crave. or still crave…?

“you already make me feel lonely, ‘toru. how do you know that?” you scoff, your eyes starting to become slightly teary.

“i—" he falters, taking a second before he speaks again. “when have i ever let you feel lonely?”

“when you left me, when you said i was too much to handle,” you huff and call the waiter to pay for your drink, starting to get up to leave as you continue to try and hold your tears in.

“i guess you really proved that i wouldn't be a good wife, no? were you so scared that you’d lose your future because i was holding you down?” you laugh bitterly and arrive at the exit of the bar.

“i was too young to handle you,” he remarked suddenly, catching your wrist before you could get away. but he doesn’t pull you back to the seat; he just holds you in place. at this point, he’s desperate to keep you in place, not to let the same mistake happen twice. satoru swallows down the knot in his throat.

“that—“ he starts, and his voice almost sounds pleading, “…that was years ago. we're… we’re not kids anymore.”

he steps closer to you, and you don’t know if you should back up. because you can either embrace the warmth of him again in this cold, winter night—or leave.

you’d give up anything to stop time and stay. beg for a proper reason why he did that. but you aren’t even sure you can commit to him, and not crimes.

but in his head, he’s scared you’re going to disappear. again. after asking multiple friends of yours how you were, or where were you now, how could he lose the chance of you all over again?

“i was wrong for leaving you,” he says, the words coming out shakily. “i am wrong for letting you just walk out of my life… not once, but twice.” his voice takes a softer tone when he speaks next, “don’t leave me again. please don’t leave me again. take me with you.”

“my body, my soul, and my heart are all yours. you have bewitched my whole being, and that alone has become my weakness, (name).”

and now you’re left to wonder, how does one know somewhere is home? because deep in your heart, you know satoru gojo owns your youth.

he is your home. he is the one you want to come home to, when you don’t know where to go.

but are you sure you want to take that path on the way home again?

— fin. (for now)

i know that this isn't bluelock content but i've been more associated with the jjk fandom as of now, so i have more drafts of jjk characters :^ ... but if you guys are fine with that, plz lmk so i can post more frequently <3

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