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How to avoid informed traits

You know those characters that are constantly referred to so smart or so capable or so sensitive (etc. etc.) by other characters or in the narration? And every time it comes up you find yourself shaking your head or rolling your eyes because the character in question  either is as bland as boiled potatoes or constantly acts in ways that contradict those claims without explanation? 

That’s what is commonly called an “informed trait”. You’re told the character is a certain way (or has a certain ability), but there is more or less nothing in the text to back that up. 

It goes the other way around, too, with informed flaws that are supposed to make a character more relatable or interesting - think almost every romantic comedy leading lady who is supposedly “shy” and “clumsy”, but in a cute, endearing way that only ever comes up when the plot asks for it. 

It’s frustrating, distracting, incredibly dull and at times downright insulting to the reader to encounter a story where one or more characters have a bad case of this, but unfortunately, it’s a pretty common weakness even in otherwise strong, well-written stories with interesting and complex character concepts. 

Since characters and how the reader feels about them (whether they are supposed to relate to them, look up to them or feel repulsed by them) can really make or break a story, informed traits are an easy trap to fall into and many a writer’s Achilles heel. 

So, how to avoid them?

This is where the trusty old “Show, don’t tell” comes in. You have most likely been told before that it’s usually better to go for subtlety and leave something to the reader’s imagination than to spell it out, and that is true. 

It’s challenging to imply something without outright saying it. You have to get creative with the details you want to put into your story to get a point across by relying on your audience’s ability to read between the lines, and while it’s absolutely worth it to go the extra mile, you also run the risk of making your narrative too stilted and contrived instead. 

However, there is a fairly simple trick to make your characterization feel more natural and insert it into the story smoothly:

Stop thinking of your characters as possessing certain traits and start thinking of their personalities as a collection of habits, preferences and specific abilities. 

It might not sound like that big of a difference, but it will make translating your character traits into text much, much easier and save you a lot of trouble while editing. 

Some examples:

  1.  A “smart” character

    This can mean a lot of things. You could have a character who is booksmart, learns quickly, reads a lot, can retain information easily and access it when needed, but has trouble applying theoretical knowledge in real life, someone who entertains their friends by telling them about weird facts and trivia, someone who can still recite poems they had to learn by heart when they were ten, someone with a tendency to talk in such complex run-on sentences they frequently forget what they were talking about half-way through. 
    Or you could have a character who is good at problem-solving instead, who likes puzzles and riddles, who gleefully obsesses over odd problems to find even odder solutions, but thinks so far out of the box in order to remain engaged in their current task they often miss the forest for the trees.  

  2. A “brave” character

    Try to instead make a character who can never resist a challenge, who is a thrill-seeker and went bungee jumping about a dozen times already, who enjoys dragging their friends on the most dangerous looking rides in an amusement park and endlessly teases them about how pale they went afterwards. Make someone who simply cannot stand by when they see someone else get bullied, someone with a collection of scars they wear proudly and a story to tell about each one.
      
  3. A “shy” character

    Forget about characters who blush prettily when spoken to and that’s it. Instead, write about a character who can’t make eye contact without forcing themselves to, who stumbles over their own words when talking to strangers, who is afraid of wearing bright colours because it might draw attention to them, someone who is humble and polite, but distant and comes across as cold or uncaring because they have tendency to hide their insecurity by retreating into themselves, even though seeming rude is the last thing on their mind.

Insert these habits into the story wherever they fit best. Be consistent in the portrayal of your character’s behaviour, even as character development kicks in. Adjust deliberately, but reasonably. After all, old habits die hard, so having your character break with one, however minor, can be a powerful moment with just as much emotional resonance as a flashy, dramatic scene meant to convey the same sentiment, and any “big” scenes will likely feel more organic if the reader has already seen traces of the necessary character changes before. 

Inspirational Quotes

Everyone needs extra inspiration/motivation every once in a while. Therefore, I have compiled a list of some of my favourite inspirational Harry Potter quotes (quotes are from the books and films).

  • “Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more, believing in yourself”
  • “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things! - Friendship! And Bravery!”
  • “When in doubt, go to the library”
  • “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities”
  • “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”
  • “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends”
  • “Ah, music,” he said wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here”
  • “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean that it is not real?”
  • “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic”
  • “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the the light”
  • “In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own”
  • “It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be”
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are”
  • “Well, [bad] times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others’
  • “The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here”
  • “What’s life without a little risk?”
  • “We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving”
  • “You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve”
  • “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect”
  • “No good sitting worrying about it. What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does”

I hope these quotes inspire you too!

Go for a drive at midnight and forget you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. Dream big and fight for what you believe in. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?

The Wrong Number Part Three

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary : you accidentally texted the wrong person one night who happens to be a major celebrity. And from that day on, you two can’t seem to stop talking to each other.

Read Part One Here Part Two Here

A/N : SO many of you asked for a part two, so here it is!! I hope you all enjoy!!

Warning ; language?

It’s been two months since you and Jensen first texted each other, and it’s has been the best two months of your life.

You spent almost everyday talking to him. Face timing him every night and slowly falling for him.

This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to have your heart yearn for someone. Especially someone you knew you couldn’t be with.

But it happened.

Jensen was everything you wanted in a man. He was charming and funny and had the biggest heart. It was hard not to fall for him.

It took you a while to tell your best friend, but when you did, she wouldn’t let it go.

“So when are you two going to meet in person?” She asked.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged. “Probably never.”

“What? Why not!”

“B-Because. It just wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Bonnie furrowed her brows, looking directly at you. “Why not? It’s obvious you two like each other and–”

“It’s just not a good idea.” You cut her off. “I mean what if he meets me and doesn’t like who I am?”

“You two have literally talked everyday for two months!”

“So! It’s easy to talk to someone behind a phone. It’s different in person.”

“But he already likes you for you. Why would he just stop liking you all of a sudden?” She asked.

“Look, lets just drop it okay? Besides, I’ll probably never get the chance to meet him anyways.”

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t turn it down. Because who knows, it could turn into something more.”

—-

You laid in bed, snuggling with your blanket and looking into your phone.

“So how was set today?” You asked.

Jensen let out a yawn as he sat back into his couch. Still in his suit from playing Dean Winchester.

“It was great just exhausting.” He said. “But I got to direct this episode so it was awesome.”

You laid there listening go on and on about set and how he worked around some challenges through out the day.

Hearing his stories and seeing his eyes light up every time he mentioned directing, made you smile. He was adorable to watch. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Anyways, how are you?” He asked. “How was your dinner with Bonnie?”

“It was good.” You said. “Had some wine, and a lot of pasta.”

He flashed a smile, “my girl and her obsession with food.”

“It’s not an obsession, it’s a–”

“Lifestyle.” He cut you off.

Your lips curved, making your cheeks slightly ache. “Exactly.”

“I like a girl who loves food just as much as I do.” He muttered. “Makes it easier for dates too.”

Suddenly, you started to think about the conversation with Bonnie. You started to think about meeting him. About being with him and having this connection be physical.

You went over all the good and bad in your head. Weighing out each side and trying to talk yourself out of it.

But every time you looked at him, you started to lean more towards the pros.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to meet him in person. Maybe things could work out, just like Bonnie said.

Or maybe it could be the worst decision of your life.

Jensen waved into the camera, snapping you back to reality.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

You nodded, trying to focus on him and the conversation.

“Y-Yeah sorry. Just a little tired.”

He laid his head back more into the couch and sighed. “Me too.” He said. “I just wish you were here so I wouldn’t have to say bye, just good night.”

Your stomach fluttered immensely. Feeling as though you were on a high. Your cheeks ached more from smiling so big. You couldn’t help but fall for that cheesy line.

“Me too.” You whispered.

He looked at the time and yawned once again.

“I need to get some sleep though. Have a flight to catch tomorrow morning.” He said. “Got another convention this weekend.”

“Oh okay. Well goodnight.” You muttered. Not wanting to hang up.

“Good night beautiful.” He said with a soft smile.

And just like that, the call ended.

You started to think about the ‘what if’ again. About whether or not it was worth it. Worth to risk everything and just meet him in person.

You were so unsure of what to do. Battling with yourself, until you got a text from Jensen.

‘Before I go to bed, I just want to say one more thing.’

Three dots appeared underneath and you were suddenly nervous. Sitting up in your bed.

And then it popped up.

—–

Part Four (coming soon)

After Viktor and Yuuri retire from competitive figure skating, it becomes notoriously difficult to get an interview with even one of them unless they’re at a skating competition as Yura’s coaches.

It’s even more difficult to get them to agree to a photoshoot.

So when both Yuuri and Viktor, miraculously, agree to answer some questions for one particularly popular figure skating magazine, it’s like a dream come true.

They even agree to pose for a bunch of photos.

But only on one condition.

No photoshop.

The magazine editors are quick to agree. That’s not exactly much of a concession to make, when both models already look like they’ve stepped out of a magazine.

(In hindsight, Yura’s slightly queasy, but ultimately amused expression and muffled snickering probably should have alerted them that something was up.)

Then, the day of the shoot arrives, and Yuuri shows up with hickies scattered all over his neck and collarbones.

They’re supposed to be modelling shirtless.

The photographer faints.

Then, Viktor takes off his shirt, and there are bright red scratches all down his back.

While everyone runs around panicking, trying to figure out what to do, Viktor and Yuuri just stand to the side, casually sipping their Starbucks and watching the goings on with amusement.

There are many negotiations, and the couple is offered triple their original price in exchange for photoshopping the scratches and hickies off.

Viktor and Yuuri already have more than enough money, and it’s more amusing this way, so they refuse.

After another hour or two of arguing back and forth, they decide that finding more models at this time would be too much trouble, and that the prestige of actually having had Yuuri and Viktor pose for them was worth the risk of running the pictures.

When all their friends see the photos, Yuuri and Viktor get several amused (and a few scandalized) texts and phonecalls from basically everyone they know.

The entire figure skating fandom explodes and dies.

That issue of the magazine ends up being the most popular issue ever.

Viktor and Yuuri are impressed that they actually went through with it - that magazine has managed to gain their respect.

In the future, they agree to many more interviews and photoshoots with that magazine. They usually cooperate, but every once in awhile they do manage to find a way to cause trouble for the poor employees.

The couple is the most difficult people that magazine has ever had to work with. But all the money they bring is more than worth the frustration.

The Side

When I met him he was with her. Like she was standing right next to him & I didn’t care. I didn’t give a fragment of a fuck that he probably fucked her on a weekly basis. I had had three drinks and two shots, so I decided to shoot my own. When he looked at me he tilted his head to the left & lingered for too long before looking away. That’s how I knew I wasn’t the only one. When she went to the bathroom I walked over, took his phone & put my number in it. Told him to text me and all he said was “okay”. I left an hour later with my friends & when I got in the house I got a text from a random number that said “this is me texting you.” That’s how we started.

By the next week, he had made it over to Brooklyn from Queens to watch me sit by the window & fan myself because even though it was summer & I was determined to catch a slight breeze. He walked over to brush the hair out of my face. I looked up and grabbed his hand. “Why are you here?” I asked him & he said “because I’m supposed to be”, plainly. I let his hand go. It made its way to my chin & tilted my face up. He looked at me for a while & said “I like the space between your ears.” “My face?” I asked & he said “I mean yeah but it’s more than your face, it’s your mind too. You make all these faces & I don’t know…..it’s like I can’t not look. You know?” I looked back out the window. “Yeah I know”, I said while the this woman scooped rainbow ices out of her cart for a mother and her daughter. “You do this thing when you’re zoned out where your lips slightly part & your blinking slows & I just wanna stop time. It sounds stupid but yeah I know what you mean.” “Nah it doesn't” he’d said, walking back to my bed. He picked up the book on my nightstand as he laid down. “I read this before” he said. I looked away from the couple laughing while they waited to cross the street and back at him splayed out across my sheets. “Yeah me too.” “So why are you reading it again?” he asked & I told him it’s “because you can never read the same thing twice.”

I’d be in the kitchen washing dishes at the sink & he’d come sit on the counter & watch me. Once he asked if we could watch a movie when I was finished. “You can start it now & I’ll come watch when I’m done.” I said. “But I want to start and end it with you.” he replied. I dropped the bowl I was rinsing. I decided that the dishes could wait. We decided we’d rather watch the sun go down & right when dark had covered my room he reached out for my hand. I gave him my heart instead. You can’t give someone that much responsibility though. I didn’t know that then. Picture him on a tight rope trying to balance himself with my heart in his hands. I thought I was worth the risk though.

We never talked about her. I’m not sure why though. It was this unspoken thing. I’d ask if he wanted to come over later. He’d say no & I’d know why. He’d walk me to my door, say “have a good night” & I’d know. He wouldn’t text or call & I’d know. Once I was out with some friends & saw them at a bar. I sat at there, ordering drink after drink and laughed hysterically at things that weren’t funny because I wanted to scream. He text me later & asked if I got home okay. I replied “like you really give a fuck.” & twenty minutes later he was downstairs ringing my bell. I didn’t know who it was & because the intercom was shitty, I buzzed him in. I opened the door & before I could tell him to leave he’d pushed me back into the apartment, up onto my kitchen counter and kissed me. “I give a fuck.” he said, after he pulled away. I tried to push him off of me. Stop. Stop. I wasn’t talking to him though.

We only fucked when I was drunk, when all my faculties weren’t there. He said he liked when I was uninhibited because I talked to much when I was sober. Didn’t allow myself to feel things. He liked the way I felt. He liked how I made him feel. I felt like I was losing myself in him & I didn’t have a map. He’d be unbuttoning my pants or pulling up my skirt & I’d say to myself this isn’t fair. But when is life ever really fair?

I ended up meeting a guy at this get together for my coworker & we hit it off. Cut to us at dinner two weeks later after heavy texting. I was enjoying myself and thinking this is normal. We went for a walk after dinner & in the middle of crossing the street our hands intertwined. It was natural & we didn’t let go. He told me he liked the way my eyes got wide when I talked about my favorite books. He got me a cab home and when I got upstairs I took my phone out of my jacket pocket to thank him for a wonderful night. But instead I had two text messages. I want to see you. Now. No was my reply. I put my phone on the charger & went to take a shower. When I got out I had three missed calls. I called back after I had gotten dressed and when he picked up he said I miss you. Of course I missed him too but I wouldn’t admit it. Come over I told him. When I stepped into the hall to wait for/watch him come up the stairs to my third floor apartment, I asked myself why I couldn’t just be normal.

They had met through a friend and he recognized her from a couple pictures on instagram they’d posted. “She’s a good person.” he told me one day after he got out the shower. “Good people are only good for good people. If you were a good person you wouldn’t be here every week telling me how good I feel, how good I taste. I was a good person before you.” “Now you’re great” he said as he crawled over to me on the bed. I pulled away & he understood. He laid across my thighs on his back staring at the ceiling & said “I don’t feel bad about being here. I never have. You never let me finish. She is a good person but you’re good for me.” I propped my knee up and pushed his head off playfully. He laughed, sat up, hovered over me & lowered himself to kiss me. I didn’t pull away but I should’ve.

He used to say shit like when you know who you are, you know who you’re not and I’d think that was some deep shit. But I ain’t have to know who I was to know I wasn’t the one he came home to.

anonymous asked:

Did Bucky really train Natasha as a child in the Red Room? Is their relationship bad because they were brainwashed and couldn't consent?

Short answer: No and no.

Long answer: In the comic books (also known as the MU or as Earth-616), Natasha was born in either 1927 or 1928, making her only 2-3 years younger than Bucky, who was born in 1925.

Black Widow: Deadly Origin #1

Captain America #50

So when they trained together in the Red Room in 1956/1957, Natasha was 29 years old. This is Natasha when they trained together - not a child, but a full-grown adult woman:

Captain America & Bucky #624

As to your second question, that has been a long-running lie turned fandom myth that is based on a deliberate and purposefully misreading of the text. Yes, Bucky and possibly Natasha had already undergone Comic Book Science™ brain tapering prior to the start of their unauthorized romantic relationship in the Red Room. 

But here’s the thing - they both knew that a romantic relationship would be unauthorized and forbidden by Department X and that if they were to engage in a romantic relationship with the other, they would both be severely punished for it. 

So despite knowing all of this, they both still decided it was worth risking it to be together:

Captain America #27

Captain America & Bucky #624

The Winter Soldier even went as far as lying to his handler when directly confronted about the relationship:

Captain America & Bucky #624

They both chose to be in that relationship. The concern trolls that try to claim otherwise do so by ignoring the fact that they both actively made a choice here and that choice was each other. And since most of those concern trolls care more about Bucky than Natasha, it should be noted that they are actually denying him the agency of the only real choice he made for himself as the Winter Soldier. 

Kiwi

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) drags Jughead along to the “club with shitty security.”

Warnings: underage drinking

Word count: 2,176

A/N: here is the first “drabble” for this series, which will eventually all build up to a dramatic part 2!! Hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this one!


She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

“Jesus,” (Y/N) moaned as she flopped onto Jughead’s bed.  “That was a fucking long week.”

“Who knew a writing internship could be this physically exhausting?” Jughead agreed, sitting next to her.  “At least we have the weekend to relax.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rubbing the white hotel sheets between her fingers.  “How would you like to unwind this weekend, Mr. Jones?”

“Well, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Jughead smiles coyly, “last week I got to choose, and we ended up at Central Park. I believe it’s your turn to choose.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, then fell into silence as she debated what to do.  Jughead watched her with a smile as she bit her lip, eyes furrowed in concentration.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” he noted, laughing at her intense facial expression.  

Her face loosened from its focused state.  “This is serious business, Jug,” she stated as seriously as she could.  “If this ends up being not being relaxing enough, we’ll go back on Monday feeling like absolute shit.  And then it’ll make next week even longer and more exhausting.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jughead raised his hands in mock surrender.  “This is a matter of life and death.”

“Exactly,” (Y/N) said. She retreated back into silence as she contemplated how they would spend their weekend.  “I got it!” she exclaimed after a few minutes of thought.  

Jughead raised an eyebrow. “What are we gonna do?” he asked, a small smirk forming on his face.

(Y/N)’s face exploded into a giant grin.  “We’re gonna go clubbing.”

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it

“Are you serious?” Jughead demanded, eyes widening.  

(Y/N) nodded, not showing any signs of joking around.  “Of course I’m serious.  What better way to unwind than to get some alcohol in your system?”

“What if we get caught?” he questioned.  “(Y/N), this could fuck up our internship.”

If we get caught,” she winked.  “Jug, it’ll be fine.  I went there once before you arrived here.  It’s really not too bad, and there’s no way that anyone will find out.”

“How do you know that?” Jughead pressed.  “How do you know someone from the building won’t be there and see us?  Or maybe a bar fight will break out and the cops will show up, and they’ll notice we’re there.  How do you know it’ll be okay?”

“Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, ending his tangent, “it will be okay. Listen, if you don’t wanna go, that’s fine.  I can go on my own.”  She stood up from the bed and grabbed her phone.  “I’m gonna go get ready.  Just text me if you change your mind.”  She exited his hotel room, leaving Jughead alone with his doubts.

Of course he didn’t want to go clubbing.  He was, after all, an antisocial weirdo who didn’t even like going to clubs.  Putting his internship as risk was just the cherry on top.  But then he started thinking about (Y/N) on her own, and he grew worried about the kind of people who lurk out in the New York streets on Friday nights.  If he wasn’t with her, who knew what could happen.

That, Jughead decided, was worth risking his internship for.  He quickly picked up his phone, and his thumbs tapped out a text.  He read it aloud right before he hit send: “Fuck it, let’s go clubbing.”

It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“I’m glad you changed your mind.”  (Y/N) stood at his door an hour later, sporting a little black dress.  She looked him up and down, evaluating the clothes he changed into.  “Nice outfit.”

“You as well,” Jughead returned the compliment, slowly closing the door behind him.  “Shall we go?”  He offered his arm to her, which she gladly accepted.  

The New York streets were equally, if not more, busy during the nighttime.  There were crowds of people maneuvering past each other on the sidewalks, some of the tipsier people practically dancing to the song of blaring car horns.  (Y/N)’s steps grew bouncier as they neared the club.

“I know this isn’t your scene,” she whispered to Jughead, “so thank you for coming.”  

Jughead looked down at her, shocked.  “How do you know it’s not my scene?” he asked indignantly.  “Maybe I actually love clubbing.”

(Y/N) burst out into laughter.  “Yeah sure, and maybe I actually love running marathons,” she sarcastically retorted. Then she became serious.  “Listen, Jug, I know you.  You’re my friend.  I figured that it wasn’t just the risk underage drinking imposes on our internship that turned you off from clubbing.  So thank you for coming with me.”

“In my defense,” Jughead stated, “the only reason I came is so that you won’t get mugged.”

“Well thanks for that,” (Y/N) bent her head back with laughter, “but I could totally handle myself.”

“You could not!”

“Yeah I could!” she defended herself.  “I could totally beat up someone.”

“No you wouldn’t,” he scoffed.  “You’re way too weak.  You get tired at a writing internship.”

“Touché.”

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

(Y/N) batted her eyelashes at the doubtful bouncer.  

“You two don’t look twenty-one,” he stated, his voice low and gruff.  

“And you don’t look a day over thirty,” she winked at the obviously in-his-forties man.  

He only rolled his eyes. “Look, miss, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but drinking under the age of twenty-one is illegal,” he sarcastically explained.

“I’m not a ditz,” she snapped.  “Besides, we’re not here to drink, we’re here to dance.”  She glanced over at Jughead and nudged him in the side.  “Right, Jug?”

“Right,” he immediately replied.  Satisfied, (Y/N) put her hands on her hips as she turned to face the bouncer.

“See?” she said. “Just here to dance.”

“Fine,” the bouncer huffed. “But only for this one time. You’re not getting in here again until you both turn twenty-one.”

“Thank you, sir,” (Y/N) cooed, sending him a smile.  She grabbed Jughead’s hand as she led him inside, the music growing louder.  “I told you it’d be fine,” she yelled over the music.

Jughead shook his head. “We almost got caught,” he yelled back.

“But we didn’t!” she reminded him.

“I’m starting to second guess this decision,” he groaned, but still allowed (Y/N) to yank him over to the bar.  “I thought we weren’t getting any alcohol.”

“Oh, sweetie, you believed me?” (Y/N) giggled.  “I came here to get tipsy, Jug.  I’m not stupid, so I’m obviously not gonna order my drinks here at the bar.  Wait for them to start sending waitresses out onto the dance floor.  You just drop some cash on their tray and take a drink.  It’s simple.”

“This is insane!”

(Y/N) laughed loudly and winked.  “But don’t lie, you like it!”

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“Take a shot,” (Y/N) commanded, holding up two shot glasses, one further towards Jughead.  

He furiously shook his head. “No way,” he replied, swatting it away. “It’s bad enough you dragged me here. You’re not getting me drunk.”

“First of all, Jug, you dragged yourself here,” (Y/N) reminded him.  She quickly took her shot.  “And second, lighten up.  If you’re having such a bad time here, then you can either leave, or,” she inched the second shot glass a little closer to him, “you can get tipsy and actually have a good time.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and shook his head again.  “No,” he refused.  “No way.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she whined, sticking out her lower lip.  “Just one shot?”

Jughead hesitated for a moment, eyeing the shot glass.  “No.”

“You hesitated,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“No I didn’t,” he argued. “I’m not drinking anything except soda and water here, (Y/N).  Think of me as your designated driver.”

“Jughead, we walked here.”

“Then I’m your designated walker,” he shrugged.  “You and I both know you’ll be too drunk to walk properly.”

“One shot is barely gonna get you tipsy,” she countered, still holding the glass out towards him. “Come on, Jug, let loose.  Have a bit of fun.”

“I am plenty fun when I’m sober,” he defended himself.  

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Sure you are.”

“You know what? Fine.”  Jughead snatched the shot glass out of (Y/N)’s hand, ignoring the growing smirk on her face.  “Just one shot, though.”  He quickly took the shot and handed the empty glass back to (Y/N).  “Happy?”

(Y/N) laughed as she walked towards the dance floor, “Very!”

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

Two hours into the night, (Y/N) was drunkenly dancing with strangers.  She, with her magical powers of persuasion, managed to convince Jughead to have a few drinks.  He wasn’t nearly as drunk as (Y/N) was, but he was definitely tipsier than he expected. However tipsy he was, though, there was no way (Y/N) would be able to drag Jughead onto the dance floor.

He watched from the sidelines as she danced with some guy who was definitely older than her.  She, in her joyously drunken state, didn’t seem to mind.  His hands were on her waist, and Jughead watched as they slowly inched down towards her ass.

“Hey!” he yelled, storming onto the dance floor.  (Y/N) and the man’s heads snapped to look at him.  “Hands off of her, buddy.”  The guy rolled his eyes as he held up his hands in mock-surrender.

“Whatever, dude,” he scoffed as he walked off.  

(Y/N) grinned at Jughead, causing him to send her a confused glance.  “You’re on the dancefloor,” she noted.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Only to protect you.”

“How sweet,” she cooed, grabbing his hand.  “Since you’re here, let’s dance.”  

Jughead tried to pull her in the opposite direction.  “Let’s not.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she pouted, too drunk to resist his tugs.  “You haven’t danced with me all night.”

Jughead glanced at the exit, and then he turned to face a moping (Y/N).  He rolled his eyes as he sighed, “Fine, but only one song and then we’re leaving.”

(Y/N)’s grin returned as she led him to the dance floor.  “It’s a deal.”

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.”
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)

“Come on, (Y/N), we’re almost there,” Jughead had his arm wrapped around her waist, her arm slung around his shoulders.  “I thought you’d be able to hold your alcohol better than that.”

“Maybe I just like it when you hold me like this,” (Y/N) flirtatiously whispered with a smirk.  Jughead ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he continued to trudge towards the hotel.

“Just a little bit further,” he muttered, practically dragging (Y/N) along next to him.  When they reached the hotel, they both stumbled into the elevator.  Jughead kept his arm firmly wrapped around her waist until they stood in front of her door.  “Can you make it into your room alright?” Jughead jokingly asked, but there was a bit of concern behind it.

“I’ll be fine, thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) laughed as she unwrapped her arm from around his shoulders. She walked into her room in a perfectly sober manner, causing Jughead to question if she really meant it when she said she liked it when he wrapped his arm around her waist.  Right before she shut her door, she winked at him, leaving a flabbergasted Jughead standing alone in the hotel hallway.

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City of Stars

A/N Hey there! So wth Dragobete (AKA Romainian Valentines day) coming up, for some reason it has got me in a mood to write a few love stories to get everyone else in a lovey mood. So I was listeing to the La La Land musical? movie sound track (which I am in love with) and I decided to write a Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Imagine bassed off of two (well really one) of the songs which you can listen to here and here Hope you enjoy!

Pairings/ Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Nothing fam enjoy your fluff :)

Originally posted by the-ghost-of-utopia

From the momment he saw her walk into Lux, Lucifer knew that there was something there. He felt, what he had heard humans refer to as a spark. Y/N was undeniably beautiful, though not in the traditional sense. She had a more artistic and precise beauty to her. And her voice sounded like the most beautiful musical instrument, soft and gentle. She had walked into Lux, her Y/H/C hair braided in a loose side braid, and a simple knee lenght dress. Compared to the rest of her friends, who dressed in attire Lucifer was all to familer with, Y/N stuck out like a sore thumb.

 Lucifer’s attention was immediatly drawn to her. He waved off the two women who has been fawning over him and made his way accross the loud club. As her friends left to get drinks, Lucifer alked up to her, his heart suddenly beating a million times faster. 

“Well hello there,” Lucifer said, “What may be your name, love?

“Oh hi,” she replied. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And you?”

“Lucifer Morningstar,” He replied. He glanced at the bar where her friends at gone, only to find them not there. Rather they were having the time of their lives with some random men on the dance floor.

“’Would you like to dance with me?” Lucifer blurted out. He quickly regained his compossure when he saw her shocked reaction. “I only meant.. well you’re alone here. Clubs like this are no fun when you’re alone.”

“Oh I m not alone, I am here with a couple of friends,” Y/N started. “They just went over there to…” She said point o the bar. She stopped when she realized they wern’t there. “Oh… well they are here. Somewhere. I don’t intend on staying.”

“Oh come one Y/N,” Lucifer said. He brought his arm arund her back and rested his hand on her shoulder gently guiding her to the dance floor. He pointed at her freinds. “Your friends are having the time of their life by the looks of it. Come on, just give me five minuetes to change your mind. Then you can decide?” he outstretched his hand, hoping she would take it.

Y/N thought for a second, looking at her friends as they laughed and smiled, dancing with men and women that they didn’t even know. And they were having the time of their lives. She smiled softly and took Lucifers hand.

“Fine but only 5 mineutes.” Y/N said.

“Works for me,” Lucifer said as he guided her to the floor.

Even though it was only supposed to be just 5 minetes , it quickly turned into 10. Then 30. Then 1 hour. As time went by Lucifer and Y/N lost count of how long they danced and talked and laughed. By the time they had finished, mainly out of exhaustion, a good bulk of the crowd including Y/N’s friends had gone home for the evening. 

“So, you’re a Jazz player then?” Lucifer asked her as she took another sip of her water. 

“Yep,” Y/N replied. “I have loved Jazz from the momment my father who by the way played trumpet at a local Jazz club, introduced me to it. I just sort of fell in love with it. The smoothness and the feel of it. Everything about it.”

“I see.” Lucifer said. “So you play trumpet as well I assume?”

“No. Actually I play piano.” Y/N replied. “My mouth is apparently to small to play trumpet. But thats okay. I always prefered Piano anyways.” She tookanother drink of her water.

“So what about you, Mr. Morningstar. Is this all you do?” Y/N asked gesturing to the night club around them.

“No,” Lucifer said. “Actually I work with the LAPD. I am a civilian consultent.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting.” Y/N replied. “Have you caught lots of crimminals?”

“Yes and punished them accordingly.” Lucifer said proudly.

“Ok, I’m going to assume that means you just put them behind bars.” Y/N said. She glanced at her smal watch and almost jumped out of her seat.

“Oh shit! Is it really 3 AM?” Y/N exclaimed. She got up quickly and finished her water. “I’ve got to get home. I have an audition in 6 hours. It was lovely meeting you, Lucifer.”

“Agreed, we should do this again.” Lucifer said with a small smile. 

Y/N blushed softly. She then took out a small piece of paper and wrote down her number and handed it to him. “Whenever convient, give me a call.” she said with a small. The she ran out of the doors of Lux, leaving Lucifers heart soaring.

He sighed contently and had a few of his workers close up Lux as he made his way up to the penthouse. He leaned over the railing of the balcomny and stared into the night sky, which was only illuminated by stars. He stared at the small paper in his hands, a small smile playing at his lips.

Here in his hands, he had a chance at something. Something meaningful and perhaps even wonderful. However he was not a fan of heart break and wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. So why bother? Why was he still holding on to her number when he could easily let it go and move on with his life.

He lookd up to the city and began to whistle to him self, playing with the paper in his hands. Looking put to the city, he sang to himself:

“City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars

There is so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonerful and new?

Or one more dream that I can not make true?”

He looked at her number and decided she was worth the risk. He entered her number into his phone, sent her a quick text and allowed the wind to take the small paper out of his hands and into the Los Angeles skyline.

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That was a year ago. Since then Y/N and Lucifer’s love had deepened and truely sprouted into something wonderful and new. Y/N life had never been better after Lucifer had texted her that night asking when she would be able to see him again.

 Her heart felt like it was soaring high above everyone and everything else, as if nothing to take down this love. Date after date, night after, her and Lucifer grew into something far more deeper and intimate than just love. There was something else there. Something neither of them could pin.

By the time they had been dating for 8 months, Y/N had asked Lucifer who he really was, as she didn’t really believe any parent would name their son Lucifer. And he had trusted her. Enough to show her his true form. And although the initial shock had taken time to get over and understand, it didn’tchange the way Y/N felt about him.

 Lucifer also revealed hat Mazikeen, his bartebder who goes by Maze was actually a demon and Ammenadiel was his brother and an angel. And Charlotte Richards, an attoerny Y/N disliked heavily was actually lucifers mother AKA the mother of all creation. And yet. she had taken all of this infomation in rather well. After that, there was a whole new level of trust between them. One that would be hard to break and even harder to mend if broken.

Y/N walked into Lux, her music bag slung over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair up in a messy bun. Maze was cleaning the counter behind the bar. Y/N approached her, setting her bag in one of the chairs. 

“Hey Maze,” Y/N greated. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I thpoight you had moved in with Chole last month?”

“I did. Just felt like coming back. Couldn’t stand being around that tiny human any longer.” Maze replied. Y/N nodded, sensing Maze’s dislike for children.

“Oh, Lucifer asked you to meet him in the penthouse. Said he needed to show you something up there.” Maze informed her. 

Y/N was slightly confused but went along with it. She picked up her music bag and began making her way up to the penthouse, bidding Maze goodbye as she did so.

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With a pleasent ding the elevator opened, revealing Lucifer sitting at his piano playing a lovely tune. Y/N smiled and watched him for a second. She had always loved watching him play. He just seemed so at peace with everything around him, as if the rest of the world just faded away.

Y/N walked up to him and wraped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder as he continued to play. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and watched his hands dance on the piano keys.

“I haven’t heard that one before.” Y/N said.

“That’s because I have been writting it for you,” Lucifer replied. Y/N raised her eyebrow. She slid next him on the piano bench at the high end.

“Show me then,” Y/N asked.

“Well I’m not done yet love,” Lucifer Morningstar. 

“Then I’ll help you finish it.” Y/N told him. Lucifer smiled and began to play the tune again. 

“City of stars

Are you shing just for me? 

City of stars

There’s so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you” Lucifer sang stopping on a high, as if to invite her to play. Y/N didnt deny the invitation and began to play on the high end.

“That now our dreams they’ve finally come true.

City of stars 

Just one thing everybody wants

There in the bars

And through the smoke screens of the 

Crowded resturants

It’s love

Yes all we’re looking for is love

From someone else.” Y/n looked to Lucifer, letting him know it was his turn to sing.

“A rush,” He sang

‘A glance,” She countered

‘A touch” 

‘A dance”  They both shared a looked as they played a little louder and cresendoded into the next verse as Lucifers vocals took over, with Y/N joing in where she could..

‘A look in sombody’s eyes

To light up the skies

To open the world and send it reeling

A voice that says I’ll be here and you’ll be alright

I don’t care if I know 

Just where I will go 

Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.” They finished together. 

“Think I wanted to stay,” Lucifer sang as he went back to the original begining melody, Y/N getting off the piano to let him finish it out.

City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars” He sang as he added a trill to the higher note, giving her the last word. Y/N smiled and looked him the eye. 

“You’ve never shined so brightly.” Y/N finished softly.

Lucifer finished the song and looked at her. “So? Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Y/N said. Lucifer leaned in and stole a soft but passionate kiss.

“Happy anniversary love,” He said.

‘Happy anniversary Lucifer.”

GCSE study tips
  • Take extra notes in class (that you will be able to revise from later!       
  • Revise for every subject – not just the ones you enjoy most
  •  Practice past papers and exam questions under a timed setting
  • Use colours to help you remember what you are writing.
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  • If your school offers parentpay buy your revision books through that as it is cheaper.
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  • This may seem nerdy but if you have finished all the work in class ask for an extension task.
  • Use this youtube channel  *clicky clicky* for English lit. (You can also email him work for him to grade I believe)
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  • Don’t constantly revise- take a ten minute break every twenty five minutes.
  • Eat a healthy snack or chew gum whilst you revise, if you can then chew the same gum during the exam (only if you can, please don’t get disqualified) it triggers a memory reflex.
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  • Make sure there aren’t distractions whilst you revise.
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Love is one of the few things in the world that cannot be bought nor forced but that doesn’t mean people can’t gain it because against the romantic belief love isn’t something that happens at first sight. Because love favours the brave and those who don’t hesitate to fight for it. Gook Doo has wasted years to realize and confess his feelings to BS and now he wastes another day when he asks her (via text message!) to meet her tomorrow. However, Min Hyuk never had those 15 years with BS to begin with, he’s had only months and now that he fully understands what he feels for her, there is no point in waiting for him because he is feeling those emotions now. 

MH knew for a long time that he cares for BS but only in the library, while he’s reflecting he fully realized and accepted the depth and power of his feelings for her, recognized them for what they really were, and how much she meant to him because when his secretary asked why he let himself be stabbed for BS it dawned on him that he was READY TO RISK HIS OWN LIFE TO PROTECT HER and how close he came to lose her.

Min Hyuk is so lovelorn and aching for Bong Soon that his heart is literally hurting and he’s suffering from insomnia. It’s urgency and the restleness of his heart which drives him from his bed (he is hurting so much for her!) and it makes him literally running to the Do Bong neighborhood, ONCE AGAIN WEARING ONLY  A JACKET OVER HIS PYJAMAS! And then there is GD who sent her a text to meet her tomorrow! There is no better way to illustrate who of the two men cares more for BS or is desperate more. 

It’s suggested that one of the reasons why GD didn’t confess to BS might have been because he was afraid of losing her, but it’s not like MH has nothing to lose. To the contrary, he has everything to lose - he can lose Bong Soon and break his own heart. Make no mistake he IS AFRAID AND SCARED; he is afraid of getting rejected, of having his heart broken BUT TO HIM BS IS A WOMAN WORTH RISKING HIS HEART FOR; and IF HE DOESN’T RISK IT HE WON’T GAIN ANYTHING. Love doesn’t wait and chances and opportunities are not something that waits for you - you need to create them yourself.

Mina’s Girlfriend?

Originally posted by kyuteu-k

Mina x Reader

Secret Relationship

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Word Count: 549

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Can you meet up today?

Mina read over the text a couple more times, debating whether or not it would be worth the risk. There was no Twice schedule planned for the day but, also, she couldn’t really tell the other girls “I’m going to meet my girlfriend be back in an hour.”

Her mind was made up, though, when you texted her again saying you had a surprise for her. She got dressed and tip toed her way out of the dorm while no one else was paying attention.


“She’s not answering her phone,” Jihyo sighed, hanging up after getting Mina’s voicemail for the third time. Sneaking out of the dorm wasn’t something that she did, at least not by herself. Usually, if they girls wanted out for a bit, they would go in pairs and have everyone else cover for them until they got back. Disappearing alone and not answering phone calls wasn’t very Mina. So, of course, the other girls were worried.

The eight of them exchanged looks before decided that someone had to go find her. After a very intense game of rock paper scissors, Jihyo, Nayeon and Jeongyeon were put in charge of finding Mina. The three of them got dressed in their hoodies and masks and made sure the rest of them all had their phones and knew what the cover story was in case the manager showed up.

“I can’t believe Mina snuck out without the rest of us,” Jihyo mumbled as they started walking around the neighborhood. They had decided that they were going to check everywhere from the convenience store to the used booksellers, taking turns calling Mina as they walked.

“I know,” Nayeon replied. “If anything, you’d think it would be me or maybe Dahyun…I wonder where she went.”

“Guys,” Jeongyeon said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “I think I found her…”

The other two followed Jeongyeon’s wide eyed gaze, their expressions changing to match hers. From where they stood, they could see you and Mina walking hand in hand, Mina leaning slightly against you. She was holding a small gift bag in her hand and smiling brightly. You whispered something in her ear that sent a laugh rippling through her.

Her smile faded, however, when she looked up and saw her members. They ran up to the two of you, throwing all sorts of questions at you.

“Who is this?”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

After lots of explaining on Mina’s part and awkward introductions from you, the girls finally got around to dragging Mina back to the dorm, scolding her the whole way for keeping something this big from them. This only continued once the other girls found out. They all asked to see pictures and wanted to get as many details from Mina as they could.

“She’s so cute!” Chaeng gushed.

“When do we get to meet her?” Tzuyu asked.

“Maybe on another off day…”

Everyone talked for a bit more before Mina was finally able to make it to her room, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

Checking her phone, she saw a few messages from you.

You’re not in trouble are you?

What’d they say?

Smiling softly, Mina replied, They can’t wait to meet you.

prongsno  asked:

prompt: we're neighbours/live in the same flat? and it's raining and you've left your clothes out on the line and its CHUCKING it down

Thanks for the prompt! :)
It got away from me a bit and ended up twice as long as I planned for it to be, but that’s really not much of a surprise!

It’s just something that I want to do

“For fuck sake, not again!” Lily shouted and aimed a well-placed kick at her dryer, which had apparently decided to crap out for the fifth time this month, and promptly collapsed to the ground clutching at her throbbing foot which was probably broken now. It would be just her luck and it would perfectly top off the shittiest day imaginable.

It had even started off terribly, which most of her shitty days did not – usually it was the type of awful that crept up on you, the kind you didn’t see coming, that hid behind a normal, every day morning, and then hit you quite suddenly and left you reeling. That was what had happened the day her parents had announced their divorce when she was fifteen. It was even how she had felt when her sister had sent her that nasty text telling her that she was no longer welcome in her wedding party because she had disagreed with Petunia’s fiancé. Fucking Brexiters.

No, today had started out terribly. Today, Lily had woken up late for work for the first time ever, had arrived over an hour late without even being able to stop for coffee on her way in, and had to listen to her god-awful cow of an editor berate her for something which, admittedly, was actually her fault for once.

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A/N:  This was for a one shot challenge with @soobadnoonecanstopher@3kpop2jagi1@forexcapism@thesammtimes @artificialskyway but I’m leaving it open to further one shots in the future. If you like this AU please let me know who and what you want to see and I will make a small list to work on. There are 3 pieces of dialogue in here that are not mine. I have borrowed them from Scott Lynch and his amazing Gentlemen’s Bastards series. I recently reread the 3 books and couldn’t word the dialogue in these 3 spots any better.



Thank you to @oh-beyond for reading and giving me feedback and motivation to continue with this ambitious task, especially when I had no idea if it was any good or worth reading and thank you to @gwaenchanhajagiya for helping me talk out some of the things I got stuck on while writing this. Also thank you to @dragon-dust for being an AU queen and helping me talk stuff through.


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Rain pelted the windows of your corner office, only adding to the dreary day you were having. You said corner office but you could hardly call it that. It’s not like you worked in some big office building for a massive corporation. No, you worked out of a rundown apartment in the shadier part of town. Still, it had a big glass window that wrapped around the corner of the building and rain was pelting against it. The only people that ever sought you out were in desperate need of your skills. Photographic memory, ability to sneak or talk your way into almost anywhere (except that one demon club downtown), an unhealthy amount of supernatural knowledge and a general fuck it attitude among some of your more specific skill seemed to bring in the clients. If a person went missing and couldn’t be found, you got a call. If one of the supernatural got a little too public with its existence, you got a call.

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elegie-dang  asked:

Hi!! I love your writing style so much, thank you for all your work! I would love to see a part three to that bakugou angst that you have, you've written it so well! Im kind of hoping for a somewhat happy ending, not necessarily them getting back together because I do agree that is a sour relationship, but just something better him. Thank you!! Much love and support 💓💓

Ahhh, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it so far! 《Part one》《Part Two

Here’s part three, the final part, of the Bakugou bet scenario. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, most especially the ending.


Going back to school the following day was hard; he’d been lucky enough not to pass her on his way in, she came to class late and got scolded by Aizawa. Part of him felt quite smug about that, it served her right to feel like shit after what she said to him, making him feel the way he had. If he was going to suffer, she should too… But, then he felt bad for feeling that way, because that meant she was right, that he was a rotten person who deserved to die alone. When he’d cleared out their texts, he’d kept the ones she had sent while breaking up with him, the really horrible ones, just as a reminder that that was how she really felt. Even if it wasn’t, he couldn’t forgive her for some of what she said. He hadn’t ever been actually rude to her, even before the bet, he’s always been indifferent, they never really talked, and once they were dating, he treated her like a princess, so if she was going to say that, she could go fuck herself.

He spent the next few periods until lunch cycling between different emotions; crippling depression, anger, relief, smug satisfaction, and back again. It was clear to everyone around them that both of them were messed up over it, especially Katsuki, but still no one said anything until lunch. Once the Baku Squad, save for Katsuki ex-girlfriend, was sat at their usual table, Kirishima spoke up.

“How were your parents?” Kirishima asked, looking across the table at his best friend.

“I wish I didn’t have to come back.” Katsuki answered, taking a bite of his curry rice and sighing. He pulled his new phone out of his pocket and slid it across the table to Kirishima, “She said more shit after I got home, my parents were not happy. And then, after I’d already gone to bed, she had sent me a few more texts, first they were angry, and then they were sad, begging me to talk to her. You read that shit and tell me if you think I should try and talk it out.”

Kirishima reluctantly took the phone off the table and began to read the texts. Katsuki hadn’t shown him the texts the day before, only given him a very quick, painful rundown of what had happened. Seeing the things that his girlfriend had told him made Kirishima’s entire body heat with anger; he knew how sensitive his friend was to everything she’d chosen to pick at him about, she was systematically tearing him down with her words, and there was no excuse for it, no matter how angry she was. He had been sympathetic towards her the day before, understanding how bad it looked on Bakugou’s end, but that? That was unacceptable. He had to stop reading halfway through the first text in which she asked him to meet her before class to talk. It was so… Stupid wasn’t the right word, but that was all he could think of. You couldn’t just say those kinds of things to a person, especially Bakugou of all people, and expect him to want to talk to you. He was honestly surprised Bakugou wasn’t living up to his reputation of being an insufferable asshole and making her life miserable after all of that.

“That’s… Really fucked up, dude.” Kirishima said quietly, sliding the phone back to Katsuki and looking down at his gyudon.

“Ya think?” Katsuki replied, letting his phone sit on the table next to his tray.

“I can’t believe she’d do that to you… Even with as mad as she was, that’s just so… Uncalled for.” Kirishima mumbled, beginning to eat.

“The way my parents put it, I dodged one hell of a bullet. They’re probably not wrong, but it still fucking hurts because I loved her.” Katsuki looked to the rest of the group, “By the way, I’m not mad at you guys anymore… So, you can relax.”

The group couldn’t really relax, though, not knowing that his relationship was over, something he’d been so happy about had been ruined by them; even if he had forgiven them, they still felt bad about it. Half of them wanted to push the two back together, to solve this issue, but the other half thought that if even Kirishima was upset, then it wasn’t worth trying to salvage the relationship. They were curious about what she had said that was so awful that even Kirishima was so upset about it, but if Bakugou wasn’t going to show them, then they weren’t going to ask him… They’d ask Kirishima later, but they weren’t going to risk getting blown up for being nosy.

Katsuki’s phone vibrated with another text from her, asking him to meet her down the hall from class before it started again. He threw his spoon down with a loud clang, picking the phone up and unlocking it to reply; no. One word, that was all he had to say. If she kept persisting, he’d block her number. And if she came up to him, he’d ignore her. He had nothing to say to her. Well, that wasn’t the truth, but to prevent the situation from becoming a real dumpster fire, more than it already was, he couldn’t talk to her. And he didn’t want to talk to her, not after all the low blows she’d dealt him the day before, from behind her door and over text. She could get on by herself, she didn’t need him, she hated him, that’s what she had said, and now he was starting to hate her, too.

“Was that her?” Kaminari asked, looking concerned; everyone had been startled by the way he’d chucked the spoon down onto the tray, the distressed expression on his face, but Kaminari was the one to speak up.

“Of course it was, dumbass.” Katsuki answered as his phone vibrated again; when he looked down, she had said please, just hear me out. What part of no did she not understand? Besides, she had refused to listen to him yesterday, now she’d know how it felt.

He laughed in disbelief and simply replied with another no before blocking her number. While he had his phone out, he blocked her on Line as well, so that she couldn’t keep pestering him over text. If she was going to keep bothering him, then he was going to ignore her. He was, by his own admission, an asshole, but he wasn’t going to tear her down the same way she had him. That wasn’t okay, and even if he was saying that he had loved her, in the past tense, he wasn’t some robot who could just switch off his feelings, he still loved her, it was just really fucking painful, and after what she had said, he had no desire to get back with her. There was no point, she hadn’t bothered to hear him out, why should he hear her out? If she hadn’t said the things she had said, he would have been all ears, but after how downright vindictive she was, he didn’t want to listen to anything she had to say.

When lunch was over, he walked with his friends, making sure not to be caught alone so she couldn’t ambush him and force him to talk. He wasn’t going to talk to her, he really couldn’t, he’d get pissed and say things that he probably didn’t mean, or at least that he meant and didn’t want to be out in the open. She was waiting for him at his desk when he walked back into class, though, looking equal parts dejected and irritated.

“You can’t ignore me forever Katsuki.” She said as he walked to his desk.

Maybe he couldn’t ignore her forever, but he was going to try. He plopped down into his chair and pulled his notebook and pencil case out of his backpack, neither speaking nor looking at her as she stood over him and waited for him to say something. He heard her huff angrily before she started talking, and he just kept doing what he was doing; putting new lead into his pencils, checking the ink levels in his highlighters, things so mundane and tedious that she’d get even further irritated that he was ignoring her for them.

“Katsuki!” She snapped.

He didn’t even flinch when she shouted at him, instead opening his notebook and beginning to review his notes for the next class. She’d give up once class started, so he could put up with her being insufferable for a little while longer. Deku came over to try and talk her into sitting down, though she wouldn’t listen and kept insisting she needed to talk to Katsuki; Deku advised her against trying to continue, since it was clear he was pissed, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finally, the bell rang, and she went back to her seat. Deku sat down at his desk, behind Katsuki’s, and then whispered to him.

“Kacchan, you really should talk to her… You shouldn’t leave things like this.”

“Fuck off, Deku! It’s none of your god damn business!” Katsuki growled, turning to face Deku, “If your stupid girlfriend talked to you the way that one did to me yesterday, you wouldn’t want to hear her out or talk to her. I may be a shit person, but at least I’m not going after every single insecurity I know she has the way she did to me yesterday, only to come crawling back begging for forgiveness and getting pissed when it doesn’t happen.”

The entire room was dead silent, and Deku was a bit startled. Once he’d heard that, though, he understood why Katsuki was ignoring her.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan…” Izuku responded.

“Me too, Deku.” Katsuki replied, turning back around and going back to his notes.

The rest of the day, no one dared to talk to him, she didn’t try to come up to him between classes, and she didn’t try to ask anyone else to talk to him for her, either. She knew better than to do that now… Or, so he thought, until classes were out for the day and she stood by his locker to ambush him.

“Move.” Katsuki said flatly as she stood there, blocking him from getting his things out of the locker.

“Not until you talk to me.” She replied pigheadedly.

“If you don’t move, I will blast you out of the way. You’re really rubbing me the wrong way.” Katsuki hissed, looking down at her with contempt evident in both his expression and tone.

She stood her ground, though, “Katsuki, really, we need to talk this out. Even if you don’t want to be with me anymore, it can’t end like this.”

He was taken aback by the audacity she had to try and sound like she had the moral high ground in this situation, after the things she had said to him the day before, chipping away at every single insecurity of his that she was aware of. He’d been quite open with her, that’s how much he had loved her, he told her things he hadn’t even told Kirishima, his best friend, that even Deku didn’t know, and she had turned every bit of information he’d ever shared with her against him, because she was upset.

“You’re fucking with me, right? Is this supposed to be a joke?” He asked, reaching around her and opening his locker, “You don’t get to act like I’m the asshole here. I wouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t like you, and I trusted you.”

“I trusted you too.” She hissed, “But you lied to me.”

“I never lied about anything.” Katsuki objected, pulling his shoes out of his locker and slipping off his indoor shoes, “If I didn’t actually like you, I wouldn’t have asked you out.”

“But you didn’t like me at first, you were just stringing me along!” She snapped.

“Maybe, but that stopped well before we started actually seeing each other.” Katsuki responded, slipping into his regular shoes and putting the others into the locker. He shut it and began to walk away, “None of the things you said are things I can forgive you for, so you’re just going to have to live with the fact that you took things way too far and that I now want absolutely fucking nothing to do with you. Congratulations, you’re getting what you want, you’ll never have anything to do with me again.”

Before she could say anything, he was out the door and off to the dormitory. He was officially done with her, and if she kept trying, he’d keep pushing her away. He’d never resort to what she had done, he couldn’t do that, but he wasn’t above being generally petty and unpleasant to drive the point home that it was over between them, that there wasn’t even a salvageable friendship between the two of them. She was getting what she wanted, and if she hadn’t meant it, she shouldn’t have said it.

—–

Three months later

—–

The first month after breaking up had been the worst part of it. It was still so raw, and everything fucking sucked. She kept trying to talk to him, even when he had made it clear there was nothing for them to talk about, that it was over, that he wanted nothing to do with her unless it had to do with schoolwork. And, of course, when she didn’t get what she wanted, she’d bother his friends, Deku was the most susceptible to her manipulation, only giving up entirely once Katsuki showed him the texts she had sent him. He kept them to remind himself of why he was doing what he was doing, why he had given up on them. After the first month, she began to give up, and he was honestly relieved that he didn’t have to go out of his way to be a dick to her any longer.

The second month was awkward as hell whenever they got paired up together for practical training, though thankfully that wasn’t often, it only happened three times that month, he usually got paired instead with Deku or Kirishima, much to his relief. Even Deku was better to work with now than she was. Not having a girlfriend also gave him a lot more time to focus on schoolwork, and training, so he was glad to have his time wholly to himself again. He quickly reverted back to his original mindset that a relationship only took away from his ability to become a hero. He had the rest of his life to find someone infinitely better than her, who wouldn’t make him feel like shit the second they got mad about something, he could survive the rest of his time at UA without a girlfriend.

As he sat in the library with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero, tutoring them in classical literature, he saw her walk in with some guy from General Studies, that purple haired dude who looked like he never got any sleep, who had pissed him off ahead of the sports festival… What was his name? It didn’t matter, but they were dating now. But, as he watched the two of them walk, hand in hand, her looking up at him and giggling at something he said, the same way she used to with him, he was struck by a realization: he didn’t care. He really was okay, totally fine, he felt nothing. No envy, no anger, nothing. He felt nothing towards her, or towards the guy she had replaced him with. It was easy for him to ignore them and go back to tutoring his idiot friends, they were more important than some girl he’d gone out with for a month and who had broken up with him in such a shitty way.

While the other three discussed a poem they had been assigned to read, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his messaging app, deleting the last of her messages to him. He smiled slightly to himself as he locked his phone and put it down on the table, before joining the conversation about the poem.

Part 6 - Too Many Suspects

Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole is an ongoing story about our MC, who could easily be anyone in voltage fandom. She woke up in hospital bed only to discover that she’d somehow been transported Voltage universe:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

TL;DR Weekend Recap: Last chapter, our MC had failed at her attempt to shut down becoming a love interest, and instead had accidentally triggered two routes. Will she manage to get herself back on track and closer to home? Our story continues…

Part 6 - Too Many Suspects

When my shift was over, I bought a small notebook and pen at a convenience store, and made my way to a cafe. Determined to not make the same mistake twice, I painstakingly checked before entering to make sure that there was no familiar signage, and tucked myself away in the back, where I nursed a black coffee served to me by a nondescript barista.

Up until this point, all of my plans had been an epic failure of sorts. Today marked my third day down the rabbit hole, and it was imperative that I get things back under control.

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