Fanmail the Twelfth

[idolpro]

[ Fanmail will be found in big boxes full of letters in the lobby, to be easily found by anyone who's walking by if the box isn't pulled quick enough cute papers tied to a few bamboo trees like Tanabata wishes, and by "a few bamboo trees" I mean it's a fucking forest over here. Some letters have QR codes, with instructions to scan them with your cell phone's free QR code scanner function. Beyond the letters that are submitted below, you may assume there are more letters in every box if you'd like.

Although bodies of letters may include idol aliases, assume every envelope and package is addressed to or otherwise uses the official idol name of the character.

Letters found in the "Everyone" header may be assumed to be part of every unit's box tree, most likely with multiple copies of the submission unless otherwise stated.

Characters on hiatus have their fanmail IC saved and stuffed into their mailbox for when they return! They'll be located in this post for easy findings, but don't worry, the fans' feelings will reach the character somehow ;)

Fanmail given to dropped characters will be sent to everyone in the unit, though still labeled with the dropped character's name. You can find these in the "Every Unit" subheader. ]


LiliS
sensitIV
pep!pep!
Taisho Roman Revolution
BAD END=DEAD END
future is now
WILD CITY
☆ZRAEL
Heart Soldier Senshi
AlcheME!
avante en garde
BARiTONES
Everyone

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[idolpro]

You stare at your sorry reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes are red and your cheeks are streaked with a mix of tears and mascara.

“Bitch! I’m just as pretty as her, aren’t I?” you ask yourself, sobbing. For a while you just watch yourself cry in the mirror, reveling in your misery. Then you sniff and wipe away the dirty tears with the back of your hand.

You clean your face with a warm, wet washcloth and scrutinize yourself again.

“She is prettier!” you howl, and start sobbing anew. You manage to brush your teeth while continuing to cry. You're good at multitasking.

You spit the toothpaste into the sink. “That fucking Requiem. What’s she got that I don’t? What’s wrong with meeeee?”

Deep down, you know why your boyfriend Man Eater dumped you for Requiem. It was an upgrade, in pretty much every department. There’s nothing especially wrong with you, she’s just better. And that last blowjob you gave him was pretty awful, to be honest.

“Everyone loves her,” you moan bitterly. “And all the guys want to fuck her! Who’s gonna think about me when she’s around?”

You rinse your toothbrush and stare at the swirling whirlpool of water escaping down the plug hole.

“Please God, let them want to fuck me, not her! I wish that I was the one that everybody wanted to fuck!”

There’s a sudden buzz in the air, like from an electrical transformer, and a brief gust of wind tousles your hair. It’s odd, because there’s nowhere a draft could come from. You feel a prickling on the back of your neck, like there’s someone behind you. You look back nervously, but there’s nobody there.

You suddenly feel very silly. Saying those words out loud made you sound incredibly slutty and jealous. Luckily nobody heard you! You give your reflection a rueful smile. “He doesn’t deserve you, Mars,” you tell yourself.

Your heart still feels broken, but not so bad that you cry yourself to sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day.