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#this edit has caused me sm fucking pain#im so fucking hurt#i just watched this and now i feel i have to rewatch#the way we were#barbra streisand#robert redford#daddy robert redford my god 🙏#films#movies#70s film#girlblogging#girlblogger
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The one big thing I hate about Sera is the way she likes to blame everything on the circumstances in which they were born in. The mc might have been born with a headstart of being rich, what comes with being rich is a price. She likes to use the 'im poor, you're rich. im suffering more' and disregarding what problems the mc has because she thinks she's had it rougher and that being rich makes up for everything.
"Gojo knew he could be insensitive sometimes." I want to whack him like a whack-a-mole. "Sera's not a mistress." Yeah, she's a homewrecker. Tomato tomato. She should be ashamed of herself.
It's the 'You were merely a tool for his ascendancy' for me. At this point, I would go as far down to choosing Naoya over Gojo. At least with him, you know where you really stand. I doubt Naoya would have a mistress so long as Im an obedient wife (fuck thay but like... fuck gojo, man).
How is taking pills equate to wanting to ruin their relationship? I, too, wouldn't want to bear the child of a man as shameless as gojo.
I'm really happy she's voicing her thoughts now. It takes an amount of maturity to be able to be as selfless as the mc has been. And it's sad how people are anot able to see the beauty in that characterization. Sometimes it's not always about standing up for yourself or doing things for your benefit, mc is a character that is able to. she's neither dumb nor a push over for that. she's mature enough to be able to
Everyone keeps saying that they see gojo's point or wherever he's coming from, but no one says the same with the mc. that just says a lot that people are rarely able to put others' happiness before their own. we need ppl like the mc in this world. it's hard to find someone as genuine as that.
Would Sera get pregnant? Hopefully she's infertile.
thank you for thr chapter, ai ><
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This is my first time doing this so, forgive me if I am doing this wrong. I just want to talk about Sera for a minute. It’s the way how she can completely manipulate Gojo, which he is somewhat aware of is what makes my blood boil. Even I can see that Sera can be a sweet woman (to me) she can be the type to prey on other women’s downfall.
Next, I wanted to talk about MC and Gojos argument on the beach. When she said that he deserved his mother leaving him was one of the insults he shouldn’t have worried about. She could’ve mentioned his dad or how his father doesn’t show father-son love to him.
I’m really glad that MC is showing how she truly felt even if it came with a price. Her well being, even if she is fictional, is very important to me. The fact that white haired whore had the audacity to ask where MC was, really irked me because, you just fucked the shit out of your mistress and thinking about how you wanted to ruin MC, AS IF HE HASN’T ALREADY. Gojo needs to figure his bullshit out cause no one in this world deserves that kind of pain.
This story is so beautifully written to the point I could feel MC emotions. I’m telling you, you are an incredible writer and I’m loving this story. I hope you have a nice day/night/evening, take care of yourself and stay safe!
will edit response when i’m in the right mind but i know this is sera slander 😩 anyways thank u sm for reading my lovess <33
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There’s something so addicting about I know he’s no good but he’s good for me. Like even though it makes me so fucking sad all the time I can’t stop myself from wanting to reread it. You know that feeling where you’re just mad at someone for making a bad decision but when it comes down to it, you know if you were in their place you’d probably make the same choices. That’s how I feel about toxic Eren.
Your writing is just fucking amazing by the way. you have me pissed about a hypothetical situation that hasn’t even happened to me but I still feel the pain that the mc went through. I wanted to reach through my phone screen to shove my foot so far up toxic Eren’s ass that when my arm goes down his throat, I could rip his balls put for having the audacity to cheat on me several times.
I hope there is a part 2 where we fucking leave toxic Eren’s ass and rebuild our self esteem and find a life with someone who doesn’t treat us like shit.
Ok so I hope I didn’t scare you with this long ass ask.. again you’re an amazing writer and I’m looking forward to reading your other AoT works and possibly getting just as emotional over those as well.
Just as an ending note, do you have any tips for making self-insert fics more inclusive to POC?
Thank you for not blocking me if I did scare you off with this ask. Hope you’re staying hydrated and getting enough sleep. Yeah my awkward ass is just going to end it here.
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This ask, I love you😪. OMG, I didn’t even feel like that fic was even good enough to read more than once cause it was rushed af but thank you sm cause I really did love writing it!!! 💓 and you didn’t scare me off😭 this message really did make me feel more confident about my writing so thank you! <3 oh! and about the self insert thingy
Omg please do not mind me while I edit this😭 embarrassing
inclusivity for all skin tones
Being broad when describing skin color is important, words like “brown” or “bronze” are probably good words to use cause they’re ambiguous so any reader (light, brown, dark skinned) can relate to it
try not to describe hair type/texture stuff
Not every poc has straight or wavy hair😭 some of us have really curly/coily hair so being neutral when it comes to hair texture is good. Like instead of describing someone running their fingers through the reader’s hair you can say something like
“He pets the back of their nape with a gentle strokes of his fingers” or describing stroking the readers hairline.
try not to fill your work with negative perceptions of poc
The media already hates us enough😪 harmful stereotypes do be setting us back
Try not to describe blushing? Some ppl don’t have a problem with it but not all poc blush/get red in the face (especially dark skinned poc)
It’s best to use words like “face heating up” or “rising in temperature” and describing the reader’s face getting hot and not outright blushing
I think that’s it? You can hmu again if you want more help, I’m always happy to💓!!
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if u could, perhaps, bless us with all the applicable symbols from that fic ask for hvh 👀
ooOoOOOoOO Rub s gay hands togehter omg ty friend 😍;;;;;;
💡 - What was the motivation behind the story?
hHH i hadnt written in 10+ years so when i latched onto this plot idea i just thought itd be a good time to jump the shark and try it again !! i just wanted smth really edgy and depthful bc im emo and the rest kind of snowballed
💎- What was your favorite part?
osdlfksd;lf it’s hard to pick a fav but the drunk scene was definitely the most fun to write at least
⛰️- What was the hardest part?
THE SCENE WHERE THE GANG IS KIDNAPPED BY ENKI,,,, i debated toning down the violence but in the end i knew where the story was going (and where its still going) and that its gonNA be kinda dark so why hold back now ig
🎭- What was the feeling or mood you were going for?
BITTERSWEET AF,,, sort of just treading the line of ‘hopeful’ and ‘hopeless’ at all times to fully portray the feeling of being at your lowest, but with that classic tss ‘silver linings just around the corner’ kind of undertone
🏟️- Who was your intended audience?
mostly all the adults that watched tss as a kid and felt like spirituaLLY MOVED BY IT cuz i really tried to tap into that Emotion Tee Em we all felt when we found out that zak was [redacted]
🔬- Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right?
hHH theres actually a LOT of scenes like that and i think a lot of my general motivation to keep going comes from that ‘WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT’ vibe slkdf:SDF but the Plot Twist tm in the latest chapter was definitely a big’n, and theres a few more of those still to come :^)
🗝️ - What were you thinking when you wrote it?
kjdjFSDs:DF tbh whenever i start really writing, [’im shifting into soup mode’ seinfeld meme voice] im shifting into maladaptive daydreaming mode
🎥- Were there any tv shows, books, or movies that influenced this verse, if any?
:^) devilman crybaby pls forgive me for everytHing
📈- Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?
i actually have a short list of what i somewhat consider to be the story arcs in my notes !! mostly just for organization and obvs i wont list the future ones but so far we’ve seen the kushtaka arc, the enki arc, and now we’re in what i call ‘the annunaki’ arc.
🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?
ALL OF IT JSHDJSKD, but again a lot of the enki scenes i was worried would be too edgy TM, and the whole annunaki plot as well i was worried might be too ‘out there’ for ppl, but it takes the story exactly where i always wanted it and lines everything up perfectly so i went for it lol. i was also ofc worried if people would like ila or not bc oc but most ppl love her actually which is so 😭❤️
☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?
8^) [mickey mouse voice] this is a surprise tool that will help us later ,
✉️- Did you title your chapters? What title do you like best?
yes! the next one actually has my favorite chapter title yet, but so far i like ‘so strikes the harpoon’ since its a throwback to the first couple chapters
☀️- Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?
o every single paragraph is an overly thought out middle school poem im entering in the talent show actually
🎵- Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?
Yes !! i have HVH insp part 1, Part 2, and an extra one for all those songs that have the vibes but just dont fit enough to make sense in a playlist
📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future?
probably ! ive learned i definitely like the edgy/darker and emotionally driven stories with ongoing plot, so that trend will almost definitely continue. idk if ill write a dystopia again anytime soon, but i think my future stuff will at least retain that long and heavy vibe
💁- Did readers influence/change any part of this story?
oh yEA like basically i was ready to quit after the very first chapter before it was even written and kinda just got it all out on a whim of motivation but was expecting to flake on it like i tend to do with projects, but the invested response to it was just so uplifting that its what ive been riding on all ten chapters and im so grateful for it :’)))
✏️-Would you go back and change anything if you could?
hHHHHHHH yes and ok this is terrible but i actually tend to avoid re-reading my older chapters until i hAVe to bc i suffer from that sO much ,,, , its just little things like tiny words i wanna change or bits i wanna take out/put in and once or twice ive even caught a mistake or plot hole/smth i forgot to add that i rly do have to go back and edit and i just turn to dust every tim e
⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?
i really liked the northern lights scene!! it was meant to be a pivotal moment of that ‘bittersweetness’ vibe i was talking abt and it was another one of those scenes i had been planning for a while;;;
“ I think of how much the rest of the family would love this. This isn’t like the moon and the sun, where I can see it and know that even if it looks different, they’ll see the same one soon enough, wherever they are. This reminds me only that I am not with them. It stings. It seems unnatural for something so gentle and natural to appear before us as if we aren’t in complete, total fucking chaos. After all we’ve been through, and the sky still dances. “
📣-What was the best piece of encouragement you got?
AVERY ALL OF UR LIVEBL OGS AND COMMENTS GIV ME SUCH L I FE, ,, ,, CRYIGN CAT FA ce
🔦-Did you learn anything while writing it? About yourself? Writing?
isdfhSDF YEs, part of my hesitation to write came from this thing where i always just assumed there was a wildly high standard of writing in fandom spaces like in original literature spaces, where you had to have like 10+ sentences to a paragraph and you had to describe every tiny detail of a setting and you had to follow every single grammar rule or it was unreadable but like. genuinely its like sculpting with words as long as you have a shape ppl get the idea which is such a weight off my shoulders lol, its still a lot of work but so much fun to know i can to an extent do what i want and ppl actually like it like that. i also learned that like most other writers i have to cause my favs emotional and physical pain,
🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?
hhHHHH 1. please do it its so fun just give in to the edge my guy , 2. try to get comfortable re-reading your chapters, for me its like when ppl listen to themselves sing/act but im trying to do better bc its so much more consistent when i keep it fresh in my mind and it also boosts confidence when u can pick out the things u like instead of the things u dont, 3. trying to have at least one scene in mind for each chapter that ur excited to write so u can have motivation to update faster! for me it doesnt have to be smth i think would excite the audience either like it could be the most basic thing but just having an idea of it and knowing i want to see it come to life rly helps me stay on top of it all
TY SM FRIEND THIS WAS SO FUN x x )
#lochley#long post/ //#hvh#human v humanity#secret saturdays#tss#sorry to spam the tag with a longk boi but hHBHHBH#TYYY#fanfic
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postcards - part 1 (ch)
a/n: hey loves sooo this is gonna be part one to my first series !!! this is based off the song postcard by troye sivan - hope you all enjoy <3
warnings: swearing & slight smut ??? mostly just angsty cal and y/n
requested: no, but requests are open !!
prompt: in which calum sends you an abundance of postcards from each of his tour stops, but you can’t bring yourself to respond after past actions that can’t be made up for
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this morning i received yet another postcard from calum. i had gotten one from every tour stop so far. this one was from tokyo. i read over calums messy, yet legible handwriting that once again stated that he loved me and missed me, but i couldn’t reciprocate those feelings anymore.
every single time i got another postcard from another foreign place, i thought of the feelings that i’d hoped to have forgotten by now. the cards always read the same:
dear y/n,
i love you and i miss you so fucking much. i know you read these. please respond
love, cal
those last two words always got me. “love, cal”. he couldn’t love me. not after what he did that night.
and i never know how to handle them. no matter how many letters i receive, i still can’t bring myself to respond to them. but at the same time, every time i hold one in my hand and read over the words again and again my heart starts to race and butterflies form in my stomach and i remember what it’s like to be with calum. and that’s where the pain starts. because calum was my everything, and now i can’t even bear to hear his name without getting an uneasy feeling in my stomach all because of some drunken mistake that i’ve chosen not to forgive.
*flashback*
i walked into the house party that andy decided to host in celebration for the first show of tour being complete.
it was supposed to be a surprise that i was here. i had wanted to congratulate calum on his new tour that had been off to a great start, and what better than to surprise him on tour.
as i entered through the two grand, white doors, i was greeted with the scent of hard liquor, which was to be expected. my eyes scanned the crowd, littered with couples grinding up against each other, the place where i hoped to end up with cal.
that’s when my eyes landed on ashton, leaning against a wall, red solo cup in hand, with his shirt half unbuttoned. as i walked towards him i started to feel increasingly uncomfortable with my surroundings. the loud music pounded against my ear drums, barely allowing myself any space to think. as i approached him, his eyes caught mine and a smile flashed on his face as he closed the distance between us with a hug, making me slightly more comfortable due to the familiarity of his scent.
“hey y/n, how’ve you been?” ashton giggled as the words spilled out of his mouth. it was apparent that he was very drunk, as he stumbled away from the hug, as was everyone around us.
“i’m good ash, do you know where cal is?” i asked, uncertain he’d be able to form a coherent answer due to his current state. but i was proven wrong as ashton lazily pointed his finger towards the sliding glass doors at the back of the room.
“he just went outside with a few people for a smoke” ashton shouted over the music, his smile slightly fading as he turned himself towards the table filled with cups and drinks next to him. he poured some indistinguishable alcohol into the cup, handing it to me, “but before you go, take this”
i took the cup from his hand and took a small sip before setting off towards the backdoors, it was vodka. i hated vodka. before i reached the back door, i set the cup down on the nearest table, wanting to rid myself of the substance immediately.
as i slid open the glass doors, i was met with the cool, fresh air hitting my face. i had only been in the house for a few minutes but i found myself enjoying the much needed break from the scent of alcohol. i stepped onto the wooden porch and scanned the back for calum. and that’s when i saw him, grasping another girls waist to bring it close to his own. i watched as his lips grazed hers, the taste of alcohol dancing on their lips. his lips moved from hers down to her neck, as she let out a soft moan, letting her head fall back and her hands slide down his chest. a wave of jealousy came over my body, that should be me. my skin turned pale and suddenly, i couldn’t see straight. my dizziness brought me to my hands and knees as i crawled to the side of the patio to try and regain my composure. all i could think is that should be me.
a man standing near calum took in my appearance and became familiar with my state of panic before yelling over to me, “hey are you okay?” causing everyone in the area to look up from their activities and towards me — including calum.
he paused his rendezvous with the mystery girl and looked up, revealing numerous bruises covering his neck. when his eyes met mine, his entire demeanor took a turn. his hands left the girls waist as he moved her hands to push her off of himself. he went into panic. whenever he was panicking he would make frantic movements, and that’s exactly what he was doing. his hands flew up to his hair to run his fingers through it nervously. even in his drunken state, he’d known he fucked up.
he stumbled towards me, and as his hands landed in mine to help me sit up, his eyes met my teary ones. he opened his mouth as if to talk but closed it again. he collected his thoughts before saying the five fatal words you were expecting to fall from his mouth, “it’s not what you think.”
and then i got up, and without saying a word i turned towards the half open sliding glass doors. i knew once i went through those doors it was all over. no matter how much i wanted to let him explain himself i know it would just hurt more. so without turning back, i walked through the doors. and it was over.
*end flashback*
the memories of the night flooded over me as i prepared myself for a decision that would change it all.
“you okay?” i heard from behind me as i turned around to be greeted by my roommate, addie.
“yeah” i dryly responded as i explained to her that i’d received another postcard. she understood the pain i’d been enduring since she’d been there for time the entire time i was dealing with this situation.
“why don’t you just text him,” she offered, “at this point i don’t think he’s gonna stop if you keep ignoring him. i mean he’s kept going for almost 20 shows.”
“i know, i just don’t want to fall back in love with him and have to deal with the pain all over again,” i lowly muttered.
“i think you should try. just tell him you want him to stop and you want to move on,” she suggested.
“but i don’t want to move on. something has me stuck on him,” i retorted.
addie searched my eyes for any sense of anger towards him, but she found none. all she saw was a broken girl looking for answers, “then tell him that.”
and with that she gave me a pat on the back and returned to her activities. i thought about her advice and decided that maybe i should let him explain himself. so i sat down with my phone and clicked on his contact. all of my old text messages with him resurfaced, reminding me of how much i really did miss him. so i started typing.
y/n: hey cal, i know it’s been awhile since we’ve talked but i’ve been getting your postcards and i think we should talk. call me when you can.
i put my phone back into my pocket and opened my laptop as i started to type a report for one of my college courses. my phone was burning a hole in my pocket, and as every minute passed, i would periodically check my phone for a response. thirty minutes had passed before i had finally received what i’d been waiting for.
calum: hey love
love. he always used to call me love. it made my heart melt every time he said it and it still does. why does he have this effect on me? a second text.
calum: i’ll call you in a few
now i was freaking out. it’d been months since i’d heard his voice, since we’d talked, and i didn’t know how to prepare myself. my phone started vibrating, as i looked down at the called id and saw a familiar picture of calum and i kissing pop up, the butterflies rushed to my stomach. i never changed the picture. after a few rings i hesitantly picked up, “hello?”
“hey love,” calum breathed out. love. there it was again.
“calum-“ i had just barely started my sentence, but he knew me too well to know i’d start rambling if he didn’t stop me while i was ahead.
“i know i have a lot of explaining to do, but listen. the asian wing of tour ends tomorrow and i’m flying back to la the next day and we have a few days off. i’d much rather speak to you in person. i’m so sorry i did this to you, but i need to explain this face to face, please.” i could hear the desperation in his voice. i knew all he wanted was a chance to explain himself these past few months and this was his one chance. i can’t believe i’m giving in to him.
“okay. i guess that’s fine, but calum you really fucked me up. i cant believe i’m giving you a second chance right now, please don’t fuck it up again.” i begged him. i couldn’t help but feel the need to hold his hand in mine.
“i promise i won’t, y/n. i’ve hurt you enough. i’ll meet you at the cafe on the corner by my house on monday. i’ll text you when i’m going. is that okay?” he was being so soft with me. i could tell that he knew he messed up, but he sounded so sincere with his words that i didn’t know what to believe.
i took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed, “okay,”
“okay,” he responded as he let out a shaky breath, and i could hear the smile on his face as he repeated, “okay”
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a/n: soooo that was part 1 !! ik it’s probably really poorly edited cuz i did it all myself but i hope you enjoyed reading !! feel free to request suggestions for where u want this story to go - ily all & thank u sm for reading
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· Sparring part 1·
{Bucky Barnes x reader || one shot/mini-series}
based on the prompt: “Was that supposed to hurt?” from this list. (send in requests!)
you’re the newest member of the avengers team, only having been at the compound for about 2 months, and you have the power of invisibility. you and buck spar in the training room and it ends with the two of you getting hot and heavy.
this will probably be a mini-series of some sort considering how much background the reader character has. i wanna explore it more xx edit: part 2 is here
warnings: reader getting her ass beat, heavy kissing, slight smut / implications
{3k words} sparring masterlist - main masterlist
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The hardest thing about being the newest Avenger was the constant feeling of having to prove yourself.
Steve, unsurprisingly, had recruited you to join when the team had been informed by Fury of a possible asset the government had been tracking. You really should have tried harder to stay off of security camera footage. Disappearing and reappearing seemingly out of thin air in the middle of a parking lot tended to raise some eyebrows.
The ability to manipulate light (to varying extent) lead to invisibility. Accepting Steve’s proposal meant you’d be kept out of the government’s hands, what with their growing interest in you and your powers.
You’d only been at the compound for a couple months so you were still very wary of agreeing to let their doctors or specialists run any tests. They had a lot of theories as to what caused your condition. All you could say about your gift with certainty was that it had something to do with your cells. Tony had scoffed incredulously when you’d voiced that at breakfast the day after your arrival, as if he knew so much more about the gift than that. (He didn’t.)
You’d been in the custody of a foster family ever since you’d been discovered seemingly abandoned in a stroller in an emergency waiting room close to midnight. You were only a few months old at the time. At least they’d had the decency to leave me in a hospital. The massive amount of animosity you felt towards your parents had quickly led to you acting out. It wasn’t until you were well into your teenage years that you paired what they did with the reality of some people’s lives. If they were trying to give you a better home life, it had worked. But despite your foster dads being literal angels, you couldn’t pull yourself out of the bad crowd you’d fallen into.
Now in your mid-twenties, you were already living in New York several states away from your dads when Captain America came knocking at your door to recruit you. With your criminal record consisting mostly of shoplifting and b&e’s in your younger years, Steve -against his better judgement, reasoned that it wouldn’t be that hard to get you pardoned in the eyes of the government.
You’d asked to be kept out of the public’s eye, what with your dads being oblivious of your gift (and the fact they’d worry themselves to death if they knew you were out fighting supercharged villains). Steve’d joked that it wouldn’t be too hard keeping you unseen. At your furrowed brow he’d floundered to elaborate.
“Because you can- you can go invisible.”
“No, yeah, I got it the first time.”
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Constantly feeling like you needed to prove yourself came with challenging almost every member of the team to fight you. Except for Bruce. You weren’t an idiot.
“Come on old man, scared you’ll break a hip?”
Bucky scoffed into his coffee.
“Yeah, actually, just not one of mine.”
You cocked your head. “Please. I can take you.”
He raised his eyebrows at you before returning his attention to the newspaper in front of him.
“Come on. I have too much adrenaline right now, I need to spar with someone.”
“So ask Steve.”
“He’s busy.” You mumbled before attempting a please-take-pity-on-me puppy face.
He looked up from the paper to you. “You sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
It was your turn to scoff. “I spar with Steve all the time. You guys are pretty much the exact same strength. For fuck’s sake, I spar with Natasha.” You looked out the window behind Bucky with a fake wistful gaze. “Her thigh muscles could level cities..”
He grumbled something unintelligible under his breath.
“Jealous?” Your mind seemed to think it was a good idea to direct the extreme energy you were feeling towards cocky confidence.
Bucky scowled. “Not on your life.”
You grinned. “Don’t worry Buck, my love for Nat is purely platonic.”
He dropped the paper he was holding and rubbed his face with his hands before looking up at you. His expression had transitioned so quickly from annoyed to calm it was unsettling.
“Fine.”
The sinister grin that accompanied had your stomach instantly twisting in ropes.
Maybe you should’ve just asked Steve. You knew for a fact he wasn’t busy and would’ve been more than happy to spar. You internally rolled your eyes at yourself. You’ve been wanting to challenge Bucky since you’d arrived at the compound. It’ll be fine. He’ll go easy on you.
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“Fuck!”
You rolled to your side groaning. Bucky had just thrown you to the ground for the hundredth time in the last 45 minutes.
“Giving in yet?”
He was very much not going easy on you. What you’d thought would be a piece of cake for you quickly turned into a bloodbath when Bucky had announced the rule no disappearing.
“You need to be able to defend yourself without your powers.” He’d reasoned.
“Why? I’ll always have them. They’ve been with me since I was eight. They’re not going to disappear now.”
“What if you can’t focus enough to disappear? If an enemy can successfully break your concentration every few seconds you won’t be able to hold your invisibility. Self-defence and hand-to-hand is a necessity.”
Bucky offered his flesh hand down to you. You ignored it and ungracefully pulled yourself back up. “How is pummelling me teaching me anything?”
Bucky took a few steps towards you. “If you were smarter in your attacks this wouldn’t be a pummelling.”
You narrowed your eyes further at him. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.”
His face lifted into a grin and despite your annoyance at his cocky attitude, you could feel the corner of your mouth twitch. You turned away from Bucky to hide the smile that quickly grew. It dropped when you felt him sweep your legs out from behind you, landing you face first on the mat.
you moaned in not-entirely-fake pain and turned your face to lie your cheek against the floor. “What the hell was that?” you mumbled into the foam.
“You turned your back on your opponent.”
“We were taking a break!”
He chuckled above you. “Did I say we were on a break?”
Your exasperation turned to rage and you forced yourself back on your feet. “You’re a real dick, Barnes.”
“You asked for this, Doll.”
You pushed against his chest in anger. He barely wavered.
“Was that supposed to hurt?”
You went to throw a punch to his smug face but he caught your fist easily and spun you around so his chest was to your back, holding your hand to your opposite side with his flesh one. His unbridled laughter made your face redden further and you tried to not let the feeling of his chest rumbling against you quell your anger. Had you two ever been this physically close? Your pulse was racing and not just because of the exertion.
He let go of you after a moment and stepped back, his warmth leaving your space and suddenly you could breathe again. You turned and watched him walk towards the bench his gym bag was sitting on. After a long pull from his water bottle, he held the bottom of his t-shirt in his free hand and pulled it up, using it to dry his mouth.
The skin of someone’s lower back didn’t usually have the power to turn you into a puddle of soup but in this moment it did. You continued to watch him check his phone, hating that Bucky had such an effect on you. You two had never even had a real conversation, this was probably the closest you’d gotten to bonding, and he’d been nothing but a dick to you in the past almost hour.
So why did you like looking at him so much? You shook your head to clear it and refocused on Bucky’s relaxed stance as he scrolled through his phone.
“You turned your back on your opponent.”
Before you could convince yourself not to, you made the small distance that separated you and Bucky, and leapt towards his back. He turned at the last second and caught you in his arms, letting out a surprised noise, something between a yelp and a laugh, before dropping his phone and grabbing your legs which were now wrapped around his waist. Hands gripping at his shoulders, you tried to push all your weight forward to force him to the ground. You clung to him like a koala, refusing to give up as he tried to push you off, hands at your ribs.
You needed to topple his balance to get him to the floor so you dropped your connected ankles down over his ass and tightened them around his lower thighs. Pulling them towards you and pushing his shoulders away with your hands had him pulling his hands from your sides to stabilise behind him as he fell backwards onto the mat.
His eyes closed in pain with a groan as he rested his head back. You straightened yourself on his chest, knees on either side of his ribs. You placed your hands on his chest and smiled triumphantly, panting slightly. He cracked his eyes open and couldn’t help the grin that lit his face as he took you in. Straddling his chest, face flushed, hair wild, eyes even wilder, chest heaving, looking all around very dishevelled. Your skin was covered in dew making you look all the more soft. Have you ever looked more beautiful than this moment? Bucky thought distractedly.
You slapped his pectoral muscle playfully to get his attention. “I pinned you.”
He couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed when you were looking at him like that. Surprised self-pride had never looked so angelic.
“You did.”
“You shouldn’t have-“ His hands moved to your hips and your words got caught in your mouth. “You shouldn’t have.. turned your back.” You stuttered. Bucky’s smile turned into a smirk. “On me.” finishing breathily.
Bucky hummed in agreement. You tried to not revel in the vibration of his chest. You remembered something and turned your head towards where Bucky had been standing when you tackled him. You spotted his phone lying a meter away and huffed. “I think you broke your screen.” You teased.
Bucky couldn’t care less about the condition of his phone right now. He was looking up at you in awe and you seemed to be completely oblivious. You turned your attention back to him and he choked on a breath at the look you gave him.
“What are you staring at?”
Bucky swallowed. “You.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Do I really look like that much of a mess?”
“You look beautiful.”
You took a deep breath to steady your breathing and instantly regretted it when his cologne or whatever that heavenly smell was enveloped your senses. You turned your face away and scoffed. “Don’t try to sweet talk me out of my victory, I’m covered in sweat.”
Bucky’s grip tightened softly on your hips. Your eyes snapped back to his. “You do. You look.. unravelled.”
His eyes were looking at you so intensely you had to look away again. Staring at your hands on his heaving chest. Anywhere but his face. “You’re being awfully nice, for someone who just a minute ago was kicking my ass and calling me lazy.”
“I never called you lazy.”
“You called my punches lazy.”
Bucky hummed again. His flesh hand lifted towards you and he almost timidly brushed your hair back from your sweaty face. His knuckles brushed down your cheek and all the hard work you’d been putting into bringing your heart rate down was thrown out the window. You strained to keep your breathing normal. You weren’t going to let him see how much he affected you.
The metal hand that was still on your hip pulled you closer while his flesh hand cupped your cheek. You instinctively leaned into it and he guided your face closer to his. You were so close that you could feel his breath on your face. You could faintly smell the coffee from this morning. When he talked you felt the rumbling run through your whole body.
“Can I kiss you?”
You tried to keep your face neutral. Really, you did. Feigning nonchalance and focusing on keeping your tone flat, you said, “I won’t stop you.” It came out as more of a whisper and a wave of embarrassment came down on you because of how desperate you sounded. So much for keeping an air of composure.
He raised his eyebrows at you.
You cleared your throat begrudgingly. “Yes, Bucky, you can.”
His lips twitched into a small smile.
“Are you gonna make me say please?” You huffed.
Bucky looped the hand on your cheek around the back of your neck and pulled the two of you together. Your lips pressed in a long but chaste kiss and when he went to pull away you brought him back to your mouth. He opened his mouth and you were hooked on the taste of him. His hand curled into the base of your hair and you could feel him smiling into the kiss.
You fell forward until you were chest to chest and one of your arms landed next to his head, propping you up. You tangled the other hand into the hair your fingers had been itching to comb through since you’d met Bucky two months ago. You unconsciously gave a soft tug and he grunted into your mouth. The sound had you moving your hips down to find his and then he let out a much more needy noise. Instinctively you pushed your core against his and only when his metal fingers squeezed your hip did you realise what you’d just done.
You pulled back to catch your breath. Bucky panted underneath you with a blush on his cheeks and your face flushed. You were embarrassed and incredibly horny and you can’t believe you just grinded on Bucky during your first kiss.
Bucky gulped in a breath. “Why’d you stop?”
Your eyes widened further. “I thought.. I was, y’know, going too fast..” You were mumbling by the end of your sentence.
“It was just a kiss.”
You deliberately pushed your ass against his growing hard-on through his sweatpants for a second and then raised your brow at him stubbornly. He grinned bashfully and opened and shut his mouth several times before deciding on what he was going to say. “It was a good kiss.”
You pushed past your embarrassment and grinned back and when buck’s flesh hand pulled your face back to his and the metal hand moved you against his lap you didn’t complain.
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You were about five minutes into the session and both of you were panting and flushed and grinding against the other. You’d only pulled away to catch your breath and even then it hadn’t been for long. You could feel your wetness and you hoped to god Bucky couldn’t feel it through your gym leggings. But this time when he pulled back to breathe he had a smug smile on his face and you knew he could. His hand moved from your hip to just over your ass and with a nod from you he settled his hand and squeezed. You bit his lip a little too hard to tell him off and he grinned against your mouth.
His flesh hand now moved to cup the side of your neck and he began to pepper kisses up and down your neck and across your collarbone. You were trying to keep control of your reactions but you couldn’t hold back all the noises you were making. Bucky couldn’t either. You let out a particularly loud moan and jutted your hips when he found the sweet spot below your ear and Bucky let out an equal moan in response.
You must have looked quite a mess rubbing against him in the middle of the gym floor, gasping for breath. But whenever Bucky did open his eyes he’d look up at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and the shine in his eyes was enough to convince you that you were.
You pulled back reluctantly and when Bucky pouted underneath you, you leaned back down to quickly peck his lips a couple times. You were thinking of a way to phrase what you wanted to say when Bucky opened his mouth to say it for you.
His mouth snapped back shut when the sound of footsteps approached the training room and Steve’s voice carried through the open door, cutting through the tense silence.
“Y/N, you in here? Wanna spar? I know this morning you said you were covered but you usually ask me on Saturdays so I kept my whole schedule clear and now I have nothing to d-“ Steve’s rambling was cut short when he cleared the wall and took in the couple on the mat a few meters away from him.
Steve’s cheeks instantly flushed pink in a blush and his eyes shot to the ceiling. “Ah.”
“Steve. Get. Out.” Bucky growled in embarrassment.
“I see you two are busy sparring already.” Steve let out an embarrassed laugh and turned on his heel and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was embarrassed for himself or for you. Only when he was well away from the training room did you let out the breath you were holding.
Bucky cupped your cheek with his hand and turned your attention back to him.
“Hey, you okay?”
You reluctantly opened your eyes and took in Bucky’s face. His blush had doubled but he still looked utterly satisfied.
“Yeah. I think I should just.. go, take a shower or something.” You awkwardly climbed off Bucky’s lap and calmly bolted for the door, grabbing your gym bag on the way out.
Bucky stared in bewilderment at the door you’d just disappeared through and let his head fall back to the mat with a sigh. Even with the sting of your hasty departure he couldn’t stop the smile that broke through onto his face.
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school log #1
9-5-17
Happy last ‘first day of high school’ I’m finally a senior let’s fuck shit up.
Assembly: i came in and first went to hug taylor cause jahsbfjfaks i havent seen her all summer nd did i tear up? yeah kind of lmao i missed taylor sm what a gem. then i went by like. the squad (for memory reasons: ???? ppl on the side, jade, bean, yadi, eren, rye showed up, dalon showed up, sammy showed up, ashley showed up, might be missing someone?). eren gave me a bitching smoothie (bless ty) nd i think we all just talked like we normally would. its nice to just slip into normal conversation with people wou havent seen in what feels like forever.
Hour 3 (Homegroup): sat in hg for like 2 hours. we got some new freshman of whom i only can name 3 because i missed the others names. nd i also only kno one of the sophomores by name cause i forgot the others. maybe we should talk w maya sometime? ive seen her around a few times and she looks like shes mostly alone? we got our lockers too. sike some middle schoolers took our lockers and now we have to wait until tomorrow to figure out if we can get them b a c k. then i knocked over the smoothie eren gave me nd like a little came out but not much so um thanks god. we filled out this helping sheet thing that were going to be checked on every monday soooo better keep up on work i guess. also there was a lot of talk of grilled cheese up the ass???
Hour 1 (AP Bio): i turned in my poster board and we just went over the same rubric we went over when i signed up for the class smh. doesnt seem like itll be hard tho? sammy might have to drop it if she doesnt do her entire thing over and turn it in tomorrow and even then he might say no. so heres to hoping. also sabastion sat by our table nd honestly w h y do we have to have mutual friends i hate my life.
Hour 2 (ROPE): went over like oNLY the autobiography part of the rope packet tbh. also amy said we should know who our thesis paper advisors are but 1. i didnt even know what the thesis paper was and 2. the day ended and i still have no idea who my thesis advisor is weLL GUESS ILL SUFFER. im worried i wont have a good autobiography and that i wont be able to keep up with rope, but if i just dont goof around (lol) then it shouldnt be a w f u l. i notice a big student mood is being like ‘i want to die’ when school starts but christ its not rlly that bad? u get a normal ish sleep schedule, its easier to hang out w friends imo, and the work isnt even that hard you just have to pay attention and do it. it kind of bugs me honestly when school breathes and someones like THIS IS THE WORST THING ON EARTH FUCK SCHOOL FUCK ALL THE WORK THIS SUCKS cause its literally not that bad if you just idk. dont goof off all the time. sometimes u can goof off im sure everyone does sometimes. just. do ur work nd dont get so uppity about it. also idk if nyone will even read these but this isnt directed at anyone.
Hour 4 (English 12): our class is huge lmao. sammy and i got seats by jimmy, josselin, and ariel but i think eren wants us to get to class earlier tomorrow so we can sit together w yadi at the back of the room. but we get out of hg when peter lets us out soooo we cant rlly control when he lets us out.
Lunch: there was a lil spider where i sit so i kind of shooed him away so i could sit and i ended up cramping a lot. the worst part abt school imo is the chairs are just as hard as the floor and i have awful pelvis issues so my entire lower half starts to freeze and lock up and it hurts rlly bad getting up or shifting after sitting still for a while, so i fidget a lot and shift positions a lot so i can try and reduce the pain. nyways i played music nd sidney nd alexis sat down by us and theyre really quiet (whenever i would see them in the halls on the way to class and they had a free hour or it was lunch nd id see them they were always quiet then too) and sidney left her chapstick and i hope she remembered to grab it (i told her at the assembly at the end of the day because i forgot to grab it to give back to her). i cant rlly remember what else happened honestly??? thats of noting at least.
Hour 5 (Free): eren and i are probably going to sit in michelles room for this hour since she has chairs and 3 hours in a row on the floor is going to bust my ass so bad. eren started doing work but we ended up just talking and eating and listening to a vine comp.
Hour 6 (Free): sammy came down and we did basically the same as the previous hour but more talking and laughing. i cant remember what we talked about tho?? or nything else?? (edit: we tlaked about fucking and spanx)
Hour 7 (Government): eren sammy nd i had put our stuff down in michelles room early to save our spots (but i bet ill be the only one still at the table tomorrow because they have to go to the front) and then eren nd i left to go to the bathroom then fill sammys water bottle and by the time we came back in michelle was like ‘please arrive on time’ like 1 we were in here first nd 2 the bathroom was packed nd were supposed to go between classes i couldnt piss any faster thanks tho. we got the syllabus and an intro to the class/classroom and thank god jared isnt in this class fuckkkk. also we have to do debates like in front of the class?? no t h a nk you i hate it
Hour 8 (Advanced Drawing/Painting): we just sat around ny amy was like ‘heres what well do’ but ariel sammy nd i basically talked the entire time we all know how art works.
Assembly: a final assembly to wrap everything up with all grades together (since middle nd high had separate assemblies this morning) and i dont kno if we got any important information i think it was just things only 6th graders nd new students need to know cause we hear the same spiel every year. then i guess we all left???
After School: my dad picked me up and hell be picking us up every day from now on (unless like smthn comes up u kno its whatever). he didnt say anything on the ride home unlike when he and mom would both pick us up and theyd both ask a lot of questions. i thought he was angry and i ended up being right. he and my mom got into a bad argument she told me later on and now shes changing the locks so he doesnt have a key. its kind of upsetting how she said i should be civil with like whoever my parents may end up dating nd the entire family and whatnot but she (vise versa) cant even be civil with him or the rest of our family so??? nice example you set for your kids, parents. anyways my dad is also apparently switching up stuff he says like what hell pay and what theyll keep asset wise and how theyd cooperate for our sake and now hes changing what he said during court and all this mess and i feel like hes doing it to spite my mom but hes also spiting us in the process because we rely on our mom. ughhhhh this is stupid difficult to deal w id rather just not have to hear this stuff but moms always on the phone talking about anything and everything and were forced to hear. nyways lol
#im going to put info here for future reference#day 1#tardy: 0#absent: 0#late: 0#im not counting kims class because i wasnt actually late k thanks
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prologue.
Okay I’m writing this as a short kind of prologue to a long ass 4000+ word piece about Bobby and a LOTJ prompt i received pls enjoy ily all I’ll be uploading the next part soon.
Part 2
Words: 2,373 (a lot longer than expected omo) (EDITED)
02. Winner - Empty (공허해)
After waking up from the dream that was you, the morning of reality feels so empty.
He ran his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that night, the emptiness of his room settling over him. He stared at his desk, lit by the moonlight. There you were, in a multitude of film, captured in moments of happiness, moments before he fucked up.
He flopped down on the bed in frustration. Why couldn’t he fall asleep? It had been a year. A year since everything fell apart.
Everything had been perfect. He had his friends and their consistent need to eat ddukbokki at 3 in the morning, when all of you finally left the practice rooms of your respective companies. Aunty Kim’s just happened to be equal distance between YG, JYP, FNC, SM and Big Hit. Perfect.
You all had spent countless nights berating the older generation of idols above you who had sold their happiness for the facade of fame. Bobby had watched fame and glory tear his sunbaes apart, leaving only robots who drank and smoked till their music had some sort of meaning. He refused to become one of them.
Or at least he tried. He had tried not to get sucked in, but he found it was the easiest way of coping with the countless number of things he had weighing down on him. He wanted to be the best. For his group members. For Yang PD. For his sunbaes. For himself. And of course, for you.
But it started to consume him, placing a wall of mistrust and pain and hurt between him and every person he loved.
I’m more and more afraid, because I’m not like myself before.
You had noticed it first. The change in his demeanor. It was right after the release of his solo album and right as the iKON era swept Korea. His group was steadily rising, with approval from Big Bang fans as well as support from those overseas. Bobby had been invited to an exclusive party for YG artists with B.I. and you didn’t hear from him for the entire night, which was strange for your boyfriend, who constantly texted you regardless of the time and place. You pushed your worry aside, however, not wanting to turn into the crazy, clingy girlfriend who needed her boyfriend’s attention 24/7. You trusted him with every bone in your body and trusted that he would come home. He came home that night with smoke and sweat stuck on his body. You, of course, had fallen asleep on the couch waiting up for him. He tiredly smiled before carrying you to bed and climbing in next to you after he showered.
It started to happen more frequently, later nights at the studio, less time at Aunty Kim’s with his friends, more time spent with groups filled with people you had never seen before. He became more self-absorbed, refusing to leave your apartment unless he was dressed properly and fit for photos, and then criticising your wardrobe choice as if he was doing you a favour. He began to look down on your friends, Yugyeom and Jungkook, just because they weren’t artists at YG. You began to run out of excuses for him, to a point where you just remained quiet whenever your friends would talk about his new persona.
“Face it, Y/N, he’s a fucking sell out.” Yugyeom spat before downing another glass of soju, “It was only a matter of time for him. All YG artists think they’re hot shit. It’s not like any of us are that surprised.”
You swallowed the sadness forming in your throat, finding some truth in Yugyeom’s words. You opened your mouth, ready to repeat the same excuse for the umpteenth time.
“Don’t say it’s stress, Y/N. It’s not fucking stress. We’re all stressed and yet we all seem to be fully functioning without smoke filled clubs and bottles of expensive alcohol” Jungkook said monotonously from the other side of the table, “What do you think is going to happen? He’ll miraculously realize the way he’s acting is completely unacceptable? Yeah, right.”
You stared at your shaking hands, not wanting to argue with Jungkook, who was, by right, the most angry with Bobby.
“Bobby, we have to go. It’s Jungkook! He doesn’t have family here, his company won’t let him go home and you know how much his grandad meant to him.”
“It’s just going to be another pointless night at that dingy place.” He replied nonchalantly, “I’m going to go out with Jibum and Hyunsuk. I’ve been planning this with them for weeks.”
“You see them everyday, oppa. Jungkook just needs you tonight…”
“Sorry Y/N, my priorities lie elsewhere. Have fun. But don’t eat too much. You have a big role coming up soon and you know spicy food makes you bloated.”
“Bobby…”
“You can’t make me feel guilty about this. Jungkook is overreacting.”
“Oh I’m sorry I’m devastated that the man who practically raised me and pushed me to follow my dreams to be a performer has just died, Bobby.” Jungkook spat, causing you to jump in surprise at the appearance of your friend by your door.
“You’ll get over it sooner or later.”
“Bobby!” You let out a shocked whisper.
“Fuck you.” Jungkook said furiously, “Y/N are you coming or not?”
“Yeah…”
“Have fun wasting your youth in a shitty shop.” Bobby brushed past the both of you and headed towards his car.
Your drive to Aunty Kim’s had been silent. You had nothing left to say.
You watched as Jungkook silently swirled his soju, pain erupting from your heart and you though of how hurt he must still be feeling.
“He should be here, Y/N. It’s your fucking 20th birthday, and where is he? Out with whatever sleezy friends he met at club.” Wendy stirred her drink, rolling her eyes at the thought, “He’s made it extremely clear who’s important to him and who isn’t. I think it’s time you opened your eyes.”
The disappointment you had for him only grew as he continued to wreck havoc in the lives of those he once cared the most about.
“GET OUT!” Yugyeom shoved Bobby into the hallway, “GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I LOSE MY FUCKING TEMPER AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!”
“Dude, Bobby man, I thought you said this guy was chill.” Jibum scratched his head, swaying slightly due to the large volume of alcohol he had ingested.
“He used to be.” Bobby said coldly, “Let’s go, this was boring as hell anyway. Not like this was important or anything. Who gives a shit about graduating from college. Any one can do that.”
Yugyeom’s shoulders became rigid at Bobby’s comment. After months of watching him ruin everything, you finally snapped.
“Yah! Kim Jiwon!” You snarled, “Shut the fuck up. Tonight is one of the most important nights of Yugyeom’s life, stop being a dick. You’re ruining everything.”
His glazed eyes scanned you, “Of course you’re taking his side. You’ll always stand up for the golden boy. Never for me. It’s always my fucking fault isn’t it.”
“What the FUCK is your problem?!” You yelled in English, causing Yugyeom’s eyes to widen in shock. You only spoke in English when you were really pissed. And right now, for the first time in 6 months, you were beyond livid, “Can your brain not function properly? What happened to you? Why are you being like this?”
“Whatever.” Bobby motioned at his friends, completely ignoring your questions, “Let’s go. I know Sam’s place is open.”
“Don’t fucking come back, asshole.” Yugyeom spat as Bobby’s friends filed out of the room.
Bobby laughed, but it wasn’t the warm sound you were used to. It was cold and sarcastic, filled with spite.
“Definitely not planning on it. There’s nothing here anyway.”
You were the only one left. The ddukbokki clan had refused to speak to Bobby after his continuous thoughtless behaviour. You had stayed though. You couldn’t help but sit in hope that your Bobby was still somewhere inside, looking for someone to help him out of the darkness he had succumbed to.
The longer you waited, however, the more tired you became. He continuously missed important dates, like your anniversary and the premiere of your new movie. Sure, you weren’t public about your relationship, but he still should have messaged you if he really was too busy that day. Acknowledge you at all.
The last straw however, was two days after your last fight. You were barely holding on by a thread, your heart full of cracks due to the cruel words exchanged during the shouting match you had both participated in.
You had been online, replying to emails and fan comments on your fan cafe when you saw a notification on the new ddukbokki group chat.
Y/N, you need to see this.
Jungkook had sent the link right after, and your heart cracked when you saw the headline of the article.
iKON’s Bobby Spotted with YG Dancer Hyori at exclusive club.
Below the title were a multitude of photos of your boyfriend, the supposed love of your life, kissing and dancing with a blonde girl with a body you could only dream of.
You held back a sob as you continued to read the article, continuing to search for more stories. Tears began pouring down your face, you entire body shaking with disbelief and utter disappointment. The last piece of your barely functioning heart fell and shattered into a million pieces. You don’t know how long you sat there staring at the desktop screen before you began to gather your belongings. You couldn’t stay there anymore. You couldn’t face him anymore. He wasn’t your Bobby. He was someone who had lost himself and in the process caused you to lose yourself as well. And with the final book placed in the multitude of brown boxes you had from storage, you called Yugyeom and you left what was left of your home.
You left it empty.
My reason to live is gone, my head is complicated.
It took him all of three minutes to know you had left him for good. For someone who had barely been present in the last few months of your relationship, he immediately knew something was wrong when your shared bookshelf only held his Archie comic books. His breathe caught in his throat as he scanned your apartment, able to notice the sudden empty and cold feeling it now held with you gone.
He called out your name, denial settling. You couldn’t have left, you wouldn’t have left. He frantically searched your apartment, hoping you had somehow fallen asleep somewhere like your closet again.
He searched the work desk for a note, or a sign that you were only out for a little while, that you would be home soon. His arm hit the key board of the desktop computer and he saw what had finally pushed you out the door.
Countless articles about him and one of Big Bang’s new back up dancers littered the screen. He had done it.
He had broken you.
And there was no way he was going to be able to fix it.
He called your phone a couple of time, only to be met by your voice mail.
He opted to try called Yugyeom, praying you hadn’t decided to seek solace in someone who he was so sure was trying to steal you from him.
“What.” Yugyeom spat into the phone, “What the hell could you possibly want.”
“Is she with you?”
Yugyeom replied with a sadistic laugh.
“Not right now. How long did you stare at your apartment before your realised she had finally realised you were nothing to her anymore.”
“Look, Kim, fucking tell me where she is.”
“And let you break her again? Like hell, Jiwon. I’ve watched you take her for granted for the last 6 months, and I watched her try to mend her broken heart in the past three hours. I’m not letting you anywhere near her.”
“So what, you think she’ll pick you now? Now that I’m out of the equation?”
“Fuck off, Bobby. She’s my friend. My best friend.” Yugyeom angrily sighed, “It’s none of your goddamn business anyway.”
“Whatever. I’ll find her myself.”
“If I so much as fucking hear you within ten feet of her, Kim Jiwon, I swear to God I will beat the living shit out of you.”
“Please. Yugyeom, I just need to talk to her.”
“I think those picture said enough.” Yugyeom shook his head, “You’ve done enough. Don’t you understand Bobby? She’s done. She’s done waiting for the guy she fell in love with to come back. Because we all know he’s not. She doesn’t want you anymore. She doesn’t want to hurt anymore. Just leave her alone to move on. It’s the least you can do. It’s what you would have done if you were still the guy I knew. THis is all you can do now. Nothing is going to change what you’ve done.”
And with that, Bobby heard a click on the other end.
Almost a year later, his manager had obtained him an opportunity to continue to clean up his reputation.
“The Law of the Jungle production team has asked if you would be interested in joining.”
“Why not.” He shrugged quietly as he continued to work on his music.
“Wonderful!” His manager beamed, “I’m telling you Bobby, everyone is starting to really believe you’re turning over a new leaf.”
“Finally.” B.I. muttered from the corner, “I was so tired of having to explain your actions all the time.”
Bobby gave his friend a half-smile.
“She’s got to have seen you, Bobby, she knows you’re you again. She’ll come back.”
Don’t forget me, let’s meet again.
He stared at the confirmed list of celebrities who would be joining him on the trip and he immediately knew Hanbin had a hand to play in securing him a spot in Law of the Jungle.
Kim Yugyeom.
Kim Y/N.
Kim Jiwon (Bobby).
Son Wendy.
Jeon Jungkook.
Time to get rid of the emptiness once and for all.
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