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bitchapalooza · 3 years ago

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More hetalia highschool AU, 🌟magic team🌟 edition :)

Under the cut bc it is long ❤️

Vladimir is that one kid obsessed with Twilight but only for the vampires; it was his first ever exposure to vampires thanks to his dad thinking Twilight was an appropriate book for a 11 year old. Team Edward going strong for five years, he'd proudly declare like it actually mattered. He tries his best to dress goth at school even though his uniform gets in the way. Fake ear piercings(his parents won't let him pierce them yet), over the top makeup, he's dyed the top half of his shoes black because his parents were concerned about his obsession with black and wouldn't buy him the black tennies he wanted— "mom look, these are marked down for back to school! Can I pleeeease get them???" "....may I know why the black ones specifically?" "They match the ever nothingness of my soul." "Yep! The white ones it is then!" "Mooooooooooom!"— Vladimir has been dubbed the cringy vampire kid of course.

Lukas is into pretty much anything concerning cryptids and magical creatures because they can't be proven to be fake or real, which intrigues him. He carries a book about mushrooms at all times and info dumps on pretty much anyone about identifying poisonous mushrooms and which mushrooms are safe to eat. His backpack is covered in buttons and pins to show off his interests. He keeps an amethyst in the front pocket of his backpack, reason unknown other than to just randomly pull it out and let Mikkel look at it. He's that kid that always wears his hoodie no matter the season, he never takes it off. Under his hoodie is always a crude worded t-shirt that the school would not approve of, much less his parents. He's relatively quiet and because he's quiet he's considered a weird kid.

Arthur can't decide if punk is his style or if goth is. Either way, his way of self expression at school in addition to the uniform is horrible. Checkered black/red shoes his grandma got him with his older brother's hand me down worn out greying socks—"can I PLEASE just have my own clothes???" "we have perfectly good clothes for you in the garage! I can fix them up to fit you better and everything!" "but I want cool NEW clothes!" "those are cool clothes and as far as the other kids know, they're also new. Now get your transformer backpack and get to the car. I put a new patch on it last night so that should hold it for the rest of the year."— Old Pierce the veil shirt, with holes chewed into the collar from his older brother Dillan, peeking out from under his white polo. A black and red choker to match his black and red slowly tearing apart too big flannel on top of a black pull over. A deep blue beanie, the hoodie of his pull over almost constantly on top when outside the school. He dyes a part of his hair a different color every month. He spikes his hair using too much gel and is convinced he looks good. He talks too much about bands and always gets Vlad and Lukas going on and on about fictional creatures he does not FULLY believe in himself. He does, however, believe in magic and loves Harry Potter, more specifically the Weaselys, to bits.

Natalya is a sophomore, a year behind the boys, and she just kinda pushed her way into the friend group until they eventually accepted her into it. They were the only three she knew who liked occult related topics. She's on the baseball team because she wanted an excuse to hit things with another thing and NOT get detention because of it. She wears the khaki uniform skirt and takes full advantage over being able to wear any kind of tights underneath; skull pattern, plain black, blood splatter pattern, fire pattern. Anything that makes her feel like a badass. She's always talking about antiques and forging weapons, more specifically knives. She has a whole collection of fidget toys but her favorite is this pea pod keychain her father gave her. She's always talking about how she'd like to be a medical examiner and to just prove that she's serious, she'll bring up a picture of a human model and point out the difference between a self inflicted fatal wound and a homicide. She puts up a charade of being able to see and talk to ghosts to freak out Alfred, her extended friend first met through Tolys.

They collectively believe they're cool and that other people know this. They're genuinely blind to the obvious snickers sent their way, being called losers and nerds. They're really knowm for like really pathetic things like; Natalya is Ivan's, tallest and most intimidating member of the wrestling team, weird younger sister by a year. Lukas is just the weird quiet kid that reads by the courtyard garden during lunch. Vladimir is not only the vampire goth kid but the kid who's parents believe the teachers are giving his son low grades on purpose and will yell at them for it. And Arthur is just. He's another Kirkland, immediately assumed to be a massive trouble maker because of his now graduated brother Alistair and one grade above him brother Dillan. Everyone loved his eldest brother Darick and sometimes compare him to Darick.

Compared to what others THINK they do, such as witch craft for some odd reason, the four of them do pretty typical teen activities. Like hang out at the mall. Do their honework together. Play video games and D&D when they have the chance. The boys do have sleepovers still as they have since meeting each other in middle school, Nat not really being a fan of sleeping where she doesn't live but comfortable enough to go to their houses and just chill for the day. They have become friends because of their related interests but thats not what they're ALL ABOUT.

Fun facts/stories about these losers I thought about while bored as fuck:

• Lukas, in his freshman year, went on a nature hike field trip with his lit class after reading Into The Wild. And he brought his mushroom book of course. They walked around, looking at the sights, talked about the book. Lukas just stops at one point, falling behind the class. He picks up a mushroom, goes to the teacher and is like "You see this? Its not poisonous." And straight up fucking eats it without warning. The teacher called an ambulance even though Lukas kept telling him he was fine and that that mushroom was 100% okay to eat raw, but for sure better off cooked. Lukas calmly shows the paramedics his book and they're like "yeah that actually was safe to eat, we don't need the book to confirm that, but um. Please don't ever pick something off the ground and eat it again. Just. Please don't do that, son." .....he did it again before leaving to go back to school but this time he didn't tell anyone.

• In elementary school, Natalya brought in a model of the human brain she asked her dad to borrow. He had to say yes because she was his only child genuinely interested, not bored of, his medical profession and he found it very cute and honoring. So she's at show and tell, its her turn right, and she silently goes up to the front of the class and pulls out the model brain. Teacher tries to step in because, hey, these are 6 year olds—AND WHY DOES THIS 6 YEAR OLD HAVE A PLASTIC BRAIN??? But Nat just shooshes her. In surprised shock, the teacher is just quiet as Nat begins to explain parts of the brain and their function— which was all wrong actually. She knew the words and everything but she didn't get the locations right. She sounded confident and smart and she was telling this to a bunch of 6 year olds so they believed her of course. End of the school day, her dad is having a hilarious conference with his youngest's teacher about the brain incident.

• Vladimir loves reading. He's loved it since he began to learn how, even if his dyslexia gives him grief along the way. So since he loves to read he'll always get excited and read ahead in class or in the public library reading club. One summer, the reading club was reading The Giver and it was getting really good. Vlad was loving the story, so much so that Vlad began to read ahead in his own time when he really wasn't supposed to be, the club was reading it together out loud and discussing it. Now he's read enough and worked hard enough to figure out how to help himself focus better and understand each word and sentence without having to reread it all multiple times over or get stuck. But sometimes the meaning and context to what he's reading doesn't ALWAYS process with the words as he's too focused on reading the words right and it passes right over his head. So Vlad is reading ahead and he's getting to the part where The Giver has given Jonas the memory of the sled again. And Vlad just sits there after reading that paragraph. He rereads it. And rereads it again. And then he leaves his book on his bed, goes to the the hall closet and takes out the ironing board. He grabs a plastic container to use as an ill attempt of a helmet and he just. Rockets down the staircase and hits the wall. He screams and cries and his parents rush in from the livingroom. When asked what happened he just says "I wanted to understand the sled scene better! Now I do and I feel really bad for Jonas!" He just couldn't quite grasp WHY the sled accident hurt, never had a broken bone nor sled afterall, and needed to find out. And that's how Vlad got his first broken arm at the age of 12.

• When Alfred and Matthew moved in with Arthur's family, Arthur didn't like it. He was a moody young teen but he was also just tired of the full house. His cousins were loud and nosey. He had to share a room with his four older brothers already and now with Matthew while Kathleen and Alfred got a room to themselves. Arthur thought this was so unfair. So his solution was to run away. He was 13, he needed a place to have some peace and quiet for once. So he texts Francis and Lukas, the only two of his friends living in his neighnorhood. Francis is not on board with helping him run away at first but then Lukas brings literally all his camping gear for Arthur's use and then Francis is on board because he had the feeling Arthur was going to get himself killed somehow. So as the elder one of the group he accompanied Arthur and Lukas out to the short stretch of woods behind the last street of their neighborhood, intending to go to the big clearing before hitting the roads leading to the airport and whatever else buildings. They're out there setting everything up together and they're done by like 4 pm. They sit down and talk, munch on oreos and other snacks Arthur deemed as essential survival foods. Then Francis looks at his cell and remarks "wow its already 6! Ah, Lukas, we should get home. Afterall, neither of us ran away so we still have supper to eat. Come on Lukas, let's go before our parents come looking for us." They exchange goodbyes, Francis trying his best to hide his cocky smirk. So Lukas and Francis start walking off, Arthur crawls into the tent and eats half a cookie before frowning and feeling too alone. He didn't expect to feel alone because all he wanted was to BE ALONE. Before he knows it, he's running out of the tent yelling after his friends to stop and wait up. "Oh whats wrong, Arthur? I thought you wanted to run away." "I— I forgot I hadn't fed my rabbit is all! I'll run away tomorrow! I'm not... Feeling lonely if.. If that's what you think...." Arthur did not run away the next day. Buuuuuut the three plus Vlad made a tree house together in the Kirkland backyard that they still use today!

#if you thought these four would be cool kids in this au then you thought wrong #hetalia #hetalia au #hetalia england #hetalia belarus #hetalia norway #hetalia romania #hetalia magic team #there should be more content of the magic losers + belarus tbh magic team is a bad group name but so fits their collective vibes so well

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good-rwbyaus · 4 years ago

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Au where Whitley has actually been running the bank accounts since he was young and keeping the group financially viable

#Rising Snow AU - mod lilac - [ next ]

1. Beginning

It started when his father, smelling like expensive liquors and overbearing perfume, shoved a packet of folders at him and stated “You deal with it. Your father has a hang- headache” before staggering off back to his bedroom to sleep off yesterday’s social gathering.

He was ecstatic. His father began to trust him to handle things in the company. Before he was a mere fixture in the company, only present to speak pleasantries and let others know that Jacques Schnee had a well-bred son. But now he had responsibilities and power.

Whitley Schnee, soon-to-be-heir of the Schnee Dust Company since Weiss didn’t seem to care about it and Willow just left to join Atlas, will show everyone his worth, starting with.... a whole lot of complaints about their customer service.

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2. Complaints

“This motor is covered under warranty. I still have the original receipt. You have to take it back.”

“Sorry, but the warranty only covers usage in automobiles. You said you tried installing it in a motorcycle, so your warranty is void.”

“...A motorcycle is an automobile, sir.”

“Look smartass, you’re getting on my nerves. You’re not going to get a refund from the Schnee Dust Company, got it?”

“Excuse me!? I want to talk to your manager. Now.”

“I am the manager. Now stop wasting my time.”

“Wh-”

Click.

Whitley’s eyebrows creased sharply as he closed the Scroll. He took slow deep breaths trying to get rid of the anger trembling through his body. A Schnee is like ice. They do not show their rage unless they can leverage it for their purposes. His teeth gritted once more and relaxed.

Those two-faced bastards. He knew the customer service staff were no good when they started fawning over him, telling him that “of course they got complaints when they couldn’t fulfill their requests” or “we got everything under control.”

In reality, they were all just disgusting liars who couldn’t do their job. If he hadn’t been suspicious of them, they might’ve gotten away with it. Those people had to be removed before they truly caused an incident; he cannot let such unsightly things remain.

He picked up the phone.

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3. Fired.

“You can’t do this to us! This is going against our contract.”

“Just because you’re your father’s son doesn’t mean you have any power here.”

“You’re going to speak to my lawyer about unfair dismissal, kid!”

It’s funny. The half-dozen or so people who were fawning over him just hours earlier were now cursing and shaming him. Of course they were angry. He just told them they were all fired a couple minutes ago and stopped saying anything when they started yelling like a mob. His lips trembled, trying to stop himself from smiling.

Gods. He was so angry that he’s finding humor in it. Do they really think they have power here?

Bang.

A bald-headed tall man - the manager he spoke to last - slammed his hands onto his desk, looming over him as if to intimidate him with the threat of physical violence. The noise made him flinch slightly, breaking his facade of calm and causing the other guy to smirk mockingly at him.

Bastard.

This farce has gone on long enough.

“Okay. You can keep your jobs...”

Immediately, the six people leered triumphantly with the one at the head of the pack messing his desk up proudly stood up.

“Good kid, see you know when you’re in the wrong.”

“Yeah, smart like your father,” said the man at his desk about to pat him on the head. Immediately, he swatted the man’s hand away.

“...as I gather the audio logs for our lawyers to peruse and determine how much damage you’ve done to the company’s image.”

That silenced the room better than a dead body being found in it.

“If you didn’t do anything wrong, you’ll have my apologies and a bonus for your troubles. But if you’ve damaged our image... well, a company’s face is priceless - but I can definitely try to get back some recompense.”

He lifted a finger which everyone else in the room followed.

“That’s your first option. The other option is to resign quietly, and I will not pursue this in the future. You can take the time to think about it.

“You can-”

“You’re all dismissed. If you linger around a second longer,” he glared at the group, “I’m going to assume you’re taking the first option and want to be escorted out.”

Immediately, upon realizing who had the actual power in the room, the group of six began to scramble out of the room, but just as the bald-headed manager exited out the door, Whitley spoke up. The words caused the man to stiffen up.

“Except you. You don’t get an option, manager. You're fired. Wait to hear from my lawyers.”

He steepled his fingers together, a vicious satisfied smile on his lips.

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4. Security Card

...Okay. That was scary. He honestly thought that baldy was going to hit him at the very end. In the future, he was going to have a bodyguard in the room or Klein just in case. He loosened his vest slightly, the cloth sticking to his back from the cold sweat.

It was weird though. Why did something like customer service go all the way up to the level of the President?

Wasn’t that something for managers or department heads to solve?

“Maybe it’s just a test from father,” Whitley spoke out loud. He shook his head.

Yeah, that was probably it.

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Little did he know that his carelessly stated statement was caught by a hidden camera in his room.

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The next day he found a folder on his desk and a white card with the label of 00 on it.

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5. Assignment

“Hey, Klein,” Whitley asked cautiously as the loyal man handed him a glass of water, “Did father come into my room yesterday?”

He didn’t know what to make of the butler at times or how to treat him. Father said never to treat the help too kindly or they’ll take advantage of it, but Klein was someone he knew since he was born. He’s never seen him be anything but loyal and attentive. He wasn’t like the people he just dealt with.

Maybe he would’ve just dismissed him as just the help, but after having seen a very recent example of two-faced people, he couldn’t quite agree with his father’s assessment of Klein.

“Your father has gone on va-,” the man paused upon seeing the contents on the desk, particularly the white card on his desk. “That card?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a card like this before,” Whitley replied, “What does it actually do?”

Klein stared at the card quietly before saying, “Only the Master of the House could’ve given you that card. It will open every lock and file in the Schnee Dust Company. It means the Master has given you authority second to them.”

“Father must really trust me after I got results, right?” he proudly stated as he started shuffling through the documents. In doing so, he missed Klein’s smile, both proud and pained at the same time.

The cursory review made his self-praising words die in his throat.

“Wait...He wants me to solve all these?!” Whitley yelled. It wasn’t that the entire packet consisted of a single problem. The entire seventy-two page packet was a large list of overdue problems and documents that required his attention.

“Where’s father?”

“He’s currently on vacation. He won’t be here for a month.”

“Didn’t he just go on vacation two weeks ago? There should be someone to substitute while he’s gone?”

“...No, sir. This is how it always has been.”

“Haha. You’re joking. Or is this part of the test, Klein?” He laughed but it soon died on his throat, seeing the man’s grim face.

“I will not lie to you, young master.” Klein remarked before adding with a nudge of his head, “There’s a note.”

He’s right. There was. The script was in cursive; it would’ve been elegant and soft if it weren’t for the shakiness in it.

‘You have the right idea. Sometimes problems need to find the right people.’

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6. Delegation

This was stupid. The purchasing of toilet paper or whether it had to be 2-ply or 3-ply or setting the price of bubble-gum at the employee store did not need to pass through the president’s desk.

Hell. It’s like anything that involved the tiniest amount of money or required the slightest authority needed to make its way to his desk.

This was not a functional solution. He’ll die of exhaustion by the end of the week if that continued.

And the answers from the department heads were incredibly unhelpful.

‘It has always been this way.’

But it hasn’t. Looking through the records only he could access, everything changed when his father inherited the company from his grandfather. His father first fired anyone that disagreed with him and then diverted anything that looked like it involved money up to the very top. Maybe it was important back then, but those measures certainly didn’t need to be used now.

His father ruled with an iron fist when it came to the company. No one dared to challenge his authority now.

His father was smart. Intelligent. These actions didn’t match that. Was this just another one of his tests? He wanted to believe that, but...

‘The only person you can trust is yourself. Everyone else can betray you. Even family. Only trust others if you have power over them, that is trust.’

...It did match what his father would do. And if there was nothing else he learned from all those official dinners and parties, he knew how to read people, especially his father and his mercurial temper.

With how many of these documents have been untouched and unread, what exactly is his father doing?

Come to think of it. When was the last time his father sat in front of a computer instead of going on vacation or to one of his many dinners with his business associates?

He shook his head. Impossible. His father definitely worked hard. How else would this company be standing if he was that neglectful? Maybe these files were just like the 5% of untouched work since he had so much wor-

His screen flickered as he clicked on another file. The pillar of red pointing downwards made him pale.

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#honorable-asshole #mod lilac #whitley schnee #willow schnee #rwby au #rwby fic #fwby #rising snow au

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 5 years ago

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I get it, Anon, I get it. All of the Pillars are alive. But, I'll be lying if I said I'm not mad at Muzan, but he's hot. And Muzan you is still a dick.

HEEE HEEE *MJ voices*

Overall, this is really fun to write!

Kibutsuji Muzan x Friendly!Reader (Domestic Taisho EraAU)

Let's say. Muzan didn't really care about the Pillars. He actually sickened by "Killing Muzan by Ubuyashiki: A Whole Plan" scenarios, but keep searching for Blue Spider Lily.

He didn't order his Upper and Lower Moons to kill the Pillars. Whatever, they could slay his minions, yadda yadda but he will not lay up his hand on the Pillars nor the Ubuyashikis.

The reason was simple.

You.

"Muzan, it's me!" Your cheerful voice was heard from the front door, he stopped everything he do and quickly rushed to you

"Good morning, (y/n)."

"Morning, Muzan!" You put your shoes on the shoe rack. "I will make breakfast, like always! What do you want, Muzan?"

"Everything you cook will be fine by me."

"Okay!"

He actually didn't need to eat that, but seeing you with your Demon Slayer uniform covered with apron every morning was really pleasant. Also your food is somehow great on his taste bud.

"Oh, thank you for the antidote! Shinobu-chan said that she wanted to know you, but since you said to not tell anyone, I came up with a reason!" You put rice on his bowl and gave it to him.

"And what kind of reason you give to that Shinobu?" He took that bowl and started to eat. Who the fuck is Shinobu, he thought.

"I said that I picked it somewhere on the ground!"

"That's the stupidest reason you could come out with. And she believed that?"

"I don't know, she just sighed and continued her works." Muzan chuckled. He usually stared at you eating, almost forgot his own food.

He remembered the first time he met you. He was hiding after he lose on his fight with Tanjirou and the Pillars at Ubiyashiki residence.

Muzan recognized you as one of the new Pillars and about to change his appearance but he was caught by you. He really thought he will be killed

But instead, you said, "Are you lost? Can I help you? You look pale."

Instead killing you on the spot for saying him 'pale, he's playing along with the role, told you that his name is Toshikuni Muzan and he's a doctor who had special disease that couldn't stand under the sun.

When he knew that you are new Pillar, he thought about taking advantage from you to gather information about Demon Slayers. He thought about turning you into demon, or abducting you from there.

But none of it was done.

Now, the whole plan is a mess. His intelligence and tactical thoughts are useless. He was simply enthralled by your own charm. He could read your mind, clearer than the sky. He never sense any animosity thorough your head. It's just cloud of full happiness and full of kind thought.

He fell, really hard, for you.

And you didn't realize because thanks to you, the demon races including Upper and Lower Moons were about to extinct because he didn't create them anymore. He simply ordered his only trusted demon and Upper Moons now, Kokushibou and Akaza, to searched Blue Spider Lily. The rest could fuck off.

And now, you became his 'personal assistant' including his lover.

After cleaning the plates, you headed out to headquarters to give daily reports.

"Where's my daily kiss?"

"Hm, what kiss?" You stood in front of the shoe rack, looking confused.

"Here." He pointed his cheek.

"But aren't that supposed to do by married couple?" You tilted your head.

"Aren't we going to be a married couple soon?"

"We are going to be?" You became more confused, it made Muzan infuriated but he hid it well. "Just once won't hurt, I guess."

You tip-toed and hold his shoulder, did a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Have a good day."

"Bye, see you on night!"

You didn't live with him because you still have sick dad and little sister at your home. He has offered you to stay at his house, along with your family but you refused since you didn't want to disturb his research.

When you don't have something to do on the headquarters or currently not training your students, you visited him again in the afternoon.

You usually asked him what he wanted to do, helping him or sometimes just sitting on his lab and reading some journals he made.

"How is your father? Did the medicine I made worked?" He asked while shaking his test tube slowly.

"Yes!" You jumped from your seat and ran towards his desk. "He felt so much better! Thanks to you, Muzan! I probably never find a kind doctor like you!"

"Well, that compliment seems super honest to me."

"Of course, I'm honest! Right! How should I pay you back?"

"Date with me, tonight."

"Whaaat?? Aren't we always dating at night? Well, except the day when I have mission."

"That's fine."

"If you insist, we'll go!"

He smiled again. You always succeeded on attempt to make him pleased, more than anyone else. It's just a simpel thing though, but he appreciated it.

After eat lunch, you took a seat on his sofa, doze off and take a nap there. Muzan joined you, sometimes he slept on your thighs, sometimes you slept on his shoulder when he reading his book.

"Muzan-sama, I came to-"

"Ssh." Muzan put his finger in front of his lips when he saw Akaza from the window.

"Ah." Akaza lowered his voice when he peeked up on Muzan's shoulder. "Miss (y/n) is here, I see. Excuse me."

He didn't want anyone to disturb your nap. Not after he saw your eye bags, plus scars here and there.

Well, should I ordered my remained demons to escape or don't attack her, he thought. He looked at you again. Wow, what an idiot expression.

"Mu... Zan... How about... Scaly... Skin..."

He wiped your drool, and smiled with the same idiot expression with you.

It really hits different when people were in love, indeed.

When night comes, your 'date' with him is started.

You will hold his hand and pulled him around on the way. The reason, again, is simple.

"I'm not really familiar around this city."

"Huh? Even though you live near here? No worries! I'll be your guide!" You showed him smug smile, and grabbed his hand.

If Douma was around, he probably laughed at you because he knew that Muzan could remember roads and places in the blink of eye.

But, no, he won't tell you the truth.

When you walked around, you usually bumped on your fellow Pillars.

"Tanjirou!!"

"(y/n)! How are you doing?" Tanjirou approached you with bright smile.

"I'm great!"

"Did you just go alone? I just got news from Kasugaigarasu about this place. There are demons, it's dangerous to walk around alone in this city."

"Huh, but I walked with Mu- I mean, Toshikuni-san, my- eh? Where did he go."

"Hm?"

"It- It's my acquaintance." You looked around like a chick lose its mother.

"I see. Anyway, please be careful."

"I will! Thank you, Tanjirou!"

After Tanjirou waved his hand, you looked for him. "Muzan! Muzan, where are you- whoa!" You almost slipped and someone caught your back in time.

"Careful there, lady."

"Muzan! Where have you been? I just meet one of the strongest Pillar, I wanted to introduce you to him."

"I didn't want to meddle with Pillars except you."

"Why is that?"

"By the way-" He put a red hairpin on your hair. You tapped your head, feeling something. "Perfect."

"Muuuu, you always bought me things when we're dating! The only things I ever gave to you were handmade omamori and knitted scarf. It's so unfair!" You light-hitting his chest, he just laughed while playfully fend your hand.

"That's the essential of dating." He patted your hair. "Let's go."

You're still grumpy but soon forget about that. Both of you continued your walk, from the square to a little bit quiet place.

"Oh, hi, grandpa!! How is your udon selling today?"

"Auntie, let me help you!"

"Girl, you look cute on that dress!"

Muzan rubbed his forehead. Are you really not knowing the concept of 'Minding your own business'?

"You're really friendly."

"These are the people who helped me!"

"Just a little help."

"It means a lot for me!"

"Hah, read the situations will you." He mumbled. He didn't really like her being so friendly towards other. It really pissed him off.

"Oh? Oh? Muzan, are you jealous?" You elbowed his ribs.

"Yes, so kiss me." He moved his face towards you. You hold his face down.

"Why is everything had to be resolve by kiss?! Muzan you-"

You suddenly stopped. The sense of demons lingered around your body.

"Muzan, back off." You unsheathed your hidden sword. "The demons are here. Tanjirou was right about the rumour."

You didn't waste your time. Not wanting the demons attacking first, you went to the direction where the demons were ready to kill you.

He just stood there while crossing his arms, smile proudly of his little baby slashing down numerous demons in no time.

Oh, what a poor demons, they probably wanted to report something to Muzan. But nah, he will just ask Akaza what happened

"Done! I'll give the reports thorough my crows later."

"What a reckless move." He wiped the blood on your cheek. "I see you're not hurt anywhere. Thank you for protecting me."

"Of course!"

"Let us continue our walk."

It's just both of you now, heading back to home.

"You see, Muzan. I might kill demon and all but..." You looked down and smiled vaguely. "I wonder what kind of life they had before they become demon. Is she a daughter? Future bride? A samurai? I don't know. But I always pray they will get a good life in the next reincarnation after I ended their life as a demon."

"Really? How thoughtful of you." He stopped and stood in front of his house.

"Yeah. So-" You looked at his eyes, grabbing his hand and clasped it gently. "I hope you could heal, I hope you could see the sun, feeling the warm dissipate into your body on our next life. I hope we could meet on our next life."

Again, he read your mind. Nothing. just pure thought about him being a complete healthy... Human. It's weird because he saw the human value inside you.

He didn't just fell for you, he was demolished by you to the ground.

Your sister sometimes told you to stay him at night because he seems lonely.

"Nee-chan, I will take care of father."

"But-"

"I'm a Demon Slayer too, count on me!"

"Well..."

"Toshikuni-san looks lonely in that big house, as his lover shouldn't you accompany him?"

Since there's no problem with it, sometimes you went to his house an sleep with him. When you do, he's really happy and always promised he didn't do anything weird towards you without your consent.

His bed was so big, unlike the futon on your house. After change into your bed robe, you likes to roll around without worry.

"You really like my bed?"

"Uh-hum." You put your cheek on his pillows. "It smelled like you."

"That's why I told you to move here." He positioned himself besides you. He tugged you into the blanket, kissed you on the forehead and brought you closer to his chest. He caressed your back until you fell asleep.

"Good night, Muzan."

"Good night, (y/n). Sweet dreams."

He didn't need sleep, he only need you to stay by his side.

Oh how he wish he went back to human again.

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foxymoxynoona · 4 years ago

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FYI. I’m about to unload a whole story to you lol. But for some reason, I have had an urge to tell you why AMENDED is my absolute favorite story and why I relate to it.

Starting with Isabella. Me and her grew up very similar. My mother was a drug addict and alcoholic most of my life. After her and my father (who was also an addict) separated. Then came the same creepy boyfriends. But unlike Isabella, I had an older sister so that helped out a lot. My childhood wasn’t as bad as I remember because I spent most of it with my grandparents, who I fortunately still have to this day! I LOVE being with my grandparents! But it always sucked going home because of the constant fights with my mom and the uncomfortableness with her boyfriends. Of course, like Isabella’s mom. They were her top priority. Only one time did one try to touch me. I was 13-14? I’m not sure but I was in 8th grade. I told my mom right away and the only response I got was “Did he think it was me?” I still haven’t forgiven her for that. She made him apologize and he continued living in my house (Oh how much I wish I had a JK as a best friend during those times)

I moved out when I was 16 to live with my grandparents because we lost our house. My mom, sister, niece and nephew went to go live with my mothers parents (I am not close to those grandparents) And I went to go live with my favorite grandparents (My dad hasn’t been a constant part of my life for a while now) Everything was going great! I was going to school regularly and I also got my first job at the mall! Which is where I ended up meeting my first serious boyfriend.

Put it in short words, I had found my own Landon! He was sweet, charming, older. He worked in the food court restaurant, just a few stores away from my job! I was 17 and already dropped out of school and was working full time when we started officially dating. He was 20. Everything was going great but it was all moving so fast! About 3 months into our relationship he got an apartment and I moved in with him. The first few months were amazing. We had privacy, and a lot more time to spend together. What 17 year old didn’t love the idea of having their own apartment and living with their boyfriend?! I guess the age difference made it more easier to excuse his now ‘protective’ behavior.

By the time I was 18, I had met sooo many people, especially at work. I had more adult friends and occasionally they would ask me out to hang out with them and have girls night! He did not like that. He was so worried that while i was out with my friends he would call me every 30 minutes to make sure I was okay and to also ask what i was doing. Despite him going out almost every night with his brothers and friends to bars. Eventually It got to the point he never wanted me to go out at all and if i did, I wasn’t allowed back home. I was young so I stupidly let him have that control over me.

3 years later. We are still together. I turned 21 and couldn’t even go celebrate because I was pregnant. But I was happy. During those 3 years he had only become more and more mentally abusive. He was manipulative, insecure, possessive. And it took me to be pregnant with his child to finally acknowledge that. But i stayed because? I was pregnant. I didn’t want my child growing up without a father and I also didn’t want her to have parents that fought all the time because they hated each other.

Skip to after giving birth. I quickly learned he was not interested in playing the dad role. He would work and come home and play video games all night. We didn’t have anyone to watch the baby so i couldn’t work. He was not happy about that at all. After constant fights and learning he was spending his money on drugs and alcohol (despite always complaining about being broke because he had to support us), I realized I wasn’t in love anymore and told him I wanted to leave. It wasn’t a safe environment for my child and I had to grow up and realize it’s not just about me anymore but about my child. That night was the first and last time he every got physical with me. And I can proudly say that was the night I packed my bags, left and never looked back.

All that happened almost 2 years ago. I am now 23 and have a 2 year old. Things are different now and I feel like its in sync with amended’s current story line. All though I don’t have my Jk yet. I am dealing with the difficulties of letting my daughter have father time. The only reason he is in our lives is because I don’t want my child to hate me for keeping her away from him. I do get along with him, but only for my daughters sake. And because he knows this, he uses it to his advantage. Knows how to push my button and get inside my mind, especially with letting him come see her or letting her go visit him. He even has the crazy girlfriend who doesn’t like me! Lmao. I don’t let my child be alone with him though because I don’t trust him enough to watch over my child. He still wants to live that carefree life and loves being able to hand me back my child when it gets too much for him.

But that’s okay with me, because I will gladly take my child back. Right now, I’m getting my life back together slowly. But after reading your story, it has helped me realize my life isn’t over yet. I can still do things! When I am ready to meet someone, I definitely want to find someone like amended JK. Not the marriage and arrangement part lol but a man who wants to take care of me and my child and supports me and will have my back no matter what. Someone who can help me say no even when I feel like i can’t. To protect me from my Ex the way JK protects Isabella from Landon. I relate to this story so much, and I think you write it beautifully. I just wanted to say thank you for the words you write and for giving me an escape, especially when things have gotten a little too rough. It always so nice to relax and read one of your stores (:

I don’t mind if you answer this publicly or privately. I’m also sorry for the whole life story lol but I just couldn’t stop typing! I just wanted you to know how much your stories mean to me (:

Since you said I could, I’m going to answer this publicly. Because one thing I do see in reader response is often this big divide (not ALWAYS but often) between readers who have or have not been in abusive relationships, and readers who are or are not parents. And I think it’s actually really important and healthy and it was a reason I decided to post this story, because these are things that so completely change your mindset and outlook on life, but they can be really difficult to understand if you just don’t have that experience. I wanted to use Amended as an opportunity to make people stop and think and understand situations they (hopefully!) are not in themselves, or if they ARE in, have the opportunity to seeing someone grow through it and find love and security and happiness on the other side.

There are lots of my own experiences, doubts, struggles, and pains wrapped up in Isabella’s story too, though not necessarily 1:1. Sometimes they were situations or relationships I didn’t have much of a choice in (like with a bad dad), but other times they were things I could have and should have left earlier and I didn’t (like an abusive ex that I didn’t live with, didn’t have children with, separating should have been easy.) What I’ve taken away from it is that we are strong and adaptable and we go through life making the best we can and adapting to situations, and that can bite us in the ass sometimes when we adapt to situations that we should be adapting away from. But it can be so hard to do that! I think people forget too that love isn’t always logical but it can be a hell of a jail when you love someone who is hurting you. “Giving up” on someone to save yourself is really, really hard. Like couldn’t someone make the case that JK should haven’t to deal with Isabella being mean to him and should just leave? Where do you draw the line? It’s so hard!

I just want to say HUGE kudos to you. Your daughter is so lucky to have a mom who has not only done such incredible and difficult things at a young age, but that fact that you also make things harder for yourself (in having to still deal with your ex) to try and make things the best for her. Especially when you had a difficult home life... probably my love for Isabella shows already how much I love and admire you and your situation and all the women who have been in similar situations. You clearly had to grow up so so young and that sucks, that’s so unfair for you. I wish I could give you back more of the childhood and adolescent that were stolen from you.

You are helping me remember too why I like to write about moms. There is not as much media as there should be about moms where they are still the star of the story. When I had my son I realized with shock that to a lot of the world, my life is over as an individual now. That’s bullshit! The start of my son’s life story doesn’t mean the end of mine! It doesn’t mean I just become a side character in his story! It just means there’s a new sub-plot in the story of ME, and I can continue to reinvent and discover myself over and over for the rest of my life. We have to break free of this idea that mothers are nothing but mothers, and this idea that 30 or 40 or 50 are too late. Because the reality is sure, once you become a mom, sometimes the me stuff is on hold for a while in order to survive, and sometimes you’re mostly wrapped up in the mother role, and that’s totally fine. But it’s definitely not over. It’s never two late to get to “start” your story, or “restart” your story. I’ve found that often when I’m in the middle of things being hard it feels like the chance will never come, but it will, and it won’t be too late! It sounds like you are kicking ass for yourself and your daughter right now, and how incredible that she’ll grow up seeing that strength and resilience.

So thank you so so much for sharing your story. I always love hearing from you. 🥰

#amended #personal #mywriting #myao3

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arcticdementor · 4 years ago

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Oscar Wilde supposedly said George Bernard Shaw "has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends". Socialist blogger Freddie DeBoer is the opposite: few allies, but deeply respected by his enemies. I disagree with him about everything, so naturally I am a big fan of his work - which meant I was happy to read his latest book, The Cult Of Smart.

DeBoer starts with the standard narrative of The Failing State Of American Education. Students aren't learning. The country is falling behind. Only tough no-excuses policies, standardization, and innovative reforms like charter schools can save it, as shown by their stellar performance improving test scores and graduation rates.

He argues that every word of it is a lie. American education isn't getting worse by absolute standards: students match or outperform their peers from 20 or 50 years ago. It's not getting worse by international standards: America's PISA rankings are mediocre, but the country has always scored near the bottom of international rankings, even back in the 50s and 60s when we were kicking Soviet ass and landing men on the moon. Race and gender gaps are stable or decreasing. American education is doing much as it's always done - about as well as possible, given the crushing poverty, single parent-families, violence, and racism holding back the kids it's charged with shepherding to adulthood.

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For decades, politicians of both parties have thought of education as "the great leveller" and the key to solving poverty. If people are stuck in boring McJobs, it's because they're not well-educated enough to be surgeons and rocket scientists. Give them the education they need, and they can join the knowledge economy and rise into the upper-middle class. For lack of any better politically-palatable way to solve poverty, this has kind of become a totem: get better schools, and all those unemployed Appalachian coal miners can move to Silicon Valley and start tech companies. But you can't do that. Not everyone is intellectually capable of doing a high-paying knowledge economy job. Schools can change your intellectual potential a limited amount. Ending child hunger, removing lead from the environment, and similar humanitarian programs can do a little more, but only a little. In the end, a lot of people aren't going to make it.

So what can you do? DeBoer doesn't think there's an answer within the existing system. Instead, we need to dismantle meritocracy.

DeBoer is skeptical of "equality of opportunity". Even if you solve racism, sexism, poverty, and many other things that DeBoer repeatedly reminds us have not been solved, you'll just get people succeeding or failing based on natural talent. DeBoer agrees conservatives can be satisfied with this, but thinks leftists shouldn't be. Natural talent is just as unearned as class, race, or any other unfair advantage.

One one level, the titular Cult Of Smart is just the belief that enough education can solve any problem. But more fundamentally it's also the troubling belief that after we jettison unfair theories of superiority based on skin color, sex, and whatever else, we're finally left with what really determines your value as a human being - how smart you are. DeBoer recalls hearing an immigrant mother proudly describe her older kid's achievements in math, science, etc, "and then her younger son ran by, and she said, offhand, 'This one, he is maybe not so smart.'" DeBoer was originally shocked to hear someone describe her own son that way, then realized that he wouldn't have thought twice if she'd dismissed him as unathletic, or bad at music. Intelligence is considered such a basic measure of human worth that to dismiss someone as unintelligent seems like consigning them into the outer darkness. So DeBoer describes how early readers of his book were scandalized by the insistence on genetic differences in intelligence - isn't this denying the equality of Man, declaring some people inherently superior to others? Only if you conflate intelligence with worth, which DeBoer argues our society does constantly. It starts with parents buying Baby Einstein tapes and trying to send their kids to the best preschool, continues through the "meat grinder" of the college admissions process when everyone knows that whoever gets into Harvard is better than whoever gets into State U, and continues when the meritocracy rewards the straight-A Harvard student with a high-paying powerful job and the high school dropout with drudgery or unemployment. Even the phrase "high school dropout" has an aura of personal failure about it, in a way totally absent from "kid who always lost at Little League".

DeBoer isn't convinced this is an honest mistake. He draws attention to a sort of meta-class-war - a war among class warriors over whether the true enemy is the top 1% (this is the majority position) or the top 20% (this is DeBoer's position; if you've read Staying Classy, you'll immediately recognize this disagreement as the same one that divided the Church and UR models of class). The 1% are the Buffetts and Bezoses of the world; the 20% are the "managerial" class of well-off urban professionals, bureaucrats, creative types, and other mandarins. Opposition to the 20% is usually right-coded; describe them as "woke coastal elites who dominate academia and the media", and the Trump campaign ad almost writes itself. But some Marxists flirt with it too; the book references Elizabeth Currid-Halkett's Theory Of The Aspirational Class, and you can hear echoes of this every time Twitter socialists criticize "Vox liberals" or something. Access to the 20% is gated by college degree, and their legitimizing myth is that their education makes them more qualified and humane than the rest of us. DeBoer thinks the deification of school-achievement-compatible intelligence as highest good serves their class interest; "equality of opportunity" means we should ignore all other human distinctions in favor of the one that our ruling class happens to excel at.

So maybe equality of opportunity is a stupid goal. DeBoer argues for equality of results. This is a pretty extreme demand, but he's a Marxist and he means what he says. He wants a world where smart people and dull people have equally comfortable lives, and where intelligence can take its rightful place as one of many virtues which are nice to have but not the sole measure of your worth.

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I'm Freddie's ideological enemy, which means I have to respect him. And there's a lot to like about this book. I think its two major theses - that intelligence is mostly innate, and that this is incompatible with equating it to human value - are true, important, and poorly appreciated by the general population. I tried to make a somewhat similar argument in my Parable Of The Talents, which DeBoer graciously quotes in his introduction. Some of the book's peripheral theses - that a lot of education science is based on fraud, that US schools are not declining in quality, etc - are also true, fascinating, and worth spreading. Overall, I think this book does more good than harm.

It's also rambling, self-contradictory in places, and contains a lot of arguments I think are misguided or bizarre.

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At the time, I noted that meritocracy has nothing to do with this. The intuition behind meritocracy is: if your life depends on a difficult surgery, would you prefer the hospital hire a surgeon who aced medical school, or a surgeon who had to complete remedial training to barely scrape by with a C-? If you prefer the former, you’re a meritocrat with respect to surgeons. Generalize a little, and you have the argument for being a meritocrat everywhere else.

The above does away with any notions of "desert", but I worry it's still accepting too many of DeBoer's assumptions. A better description might be: Your life depends on a difficult surgery. You can hire whatever surgeon you want to perform it. You are willing to pay more money for a surgeon who aced medical school than for a surgeon who failed it. So higher intelligence leads to more money.

This not only does away with "desert", but also with reified Society deciding who should prosper. More meritorious surgeons get richer not because "Society" has selected them to get rich as a reward for virtue, but because individuals pursuing their incentives prefer, all else equal, not to die of botched surgeries. Meritocracy isn't an -ocracy like democracy or autocracy, where people in wigs sit down to frame a constitution and decide how things should work. It's a dubious abstraction over the fact that people prefer to have jobs done well rather than poorly, and use their financial and social clout to make this happen.

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I think DeBoer would argue he's not against improving schools. He just thinks all attempts to do it so far have been crooks and liars pillaging the commons, so much so that we need a moratorium on this kind of thing until we can figure out what's going on. But I'm worried that his arguments against existing school reform are in some cases kind of weak.

DeBoer does make things hard for himself by focusing on two of the most successful charter school experiments. If he'd been a little less honest, he could have passed over these and instead mentioned the many charter schools that fail, or just sort of plod onward doing about as well as public schools do. I think the closest thing to a consensus right now is that most charter schools do about the same as public schools for white/advantaged students, and slightly better than public schools for minority/disadvantaged students. But DeBoer very virtuously thinks it's important to confront his opponents' strongest cases, so these are the ones I'll focus on here.

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These are good points, and I would accept them from anyone other than DeBoer, who will go on to say in a few chapters that the solution to our education issues is a Marxist revolution that overthrows capitalism and dispenses with the very concept of economic value. If he's willing to accept a massive overhaul of everything, that's failed every time it's tried, why not accept a much smaller overhaul-of-everything, that's succeeded at least once? There are plenty of billionaires willing to pour fortunes into reforming various cities - DeBoer will go on to criticize them as deluded do-gooders a few chapters later. If billions of dollars plus a serious commitment to ground-up reform are what we need, let's just spend billions of dollars and have a serious commitment to ground-up reform! If more hurricanes is what it takes to fix education, I'm willing to do my part by leaving my air conditioner on 'high' all the time.

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DeBoer spends several impassioned sections explaining how opposed he is to scientific racism, and arguing that the belief that individual-level IQ differences are partly genetic doesn't imply a belief that group-level IQ differences are partly genetic. Some reviewers of this book are still suspicious, wondering if he might be hiding his real position. I can assure you he is not. Seriously, he talks about how much he hates belief in genetic group-level IQ differences about thirty times per page. Also, sometimes when I write posts about race, he sends me angry emails ranting about how much he hates that some people believe in genetic group-level IQ differences - totally private emails nobody else will ever see. I have no reason to doubt that his hatred of this is as deep as he claims.

But I understand why some reviewers aren't convinced. This book can't stop tripping over itself when it tries to discuss these topics. DeBoer grants X, he grants X -> Y, then goes on ten-page rants about how absolutely loathsome and abominable anyone who believes Y is.

Remember, one of the theses of this book is that individual differences in intelligence are mostly genetic. But DeBoer spends only a little time citing the studies that prove this is true. He (correctly) decides that most of his readers will object not on the scientific ground that they haven't seen enough studies, but on the moral ground that this seems to challenge the basic equality of humankind. He (correctly) points out that this is balderdash, that innate differences in intelligence don't imply differences in moral value, any more than innate differences in height or athletic ability or anything like that imply differences in moral value. His goal is not just to convince you about the science, but to convince you that you can believe the science and still be an okay person who respects everyone and wants them to be happy.

He could have written a chapter about race that reinforced this message. He could have reviewed studies about whether racial differences in intelligence are genetic or environmental, come to some conclusion or not, but emphasized that it doesn't matter, and even if it's 100% genetic it has no bearing at all on the need for racial equality and racial justice, that one race having a slightly higher IQ than another doesn't make them "superior" any more than Pygmies' genetic short stature makes them "inferior".

Instead he - well, I'm not really sure what he's doing. He starts by says racial differences must be environmental. Then he says that studies have shown that racial IQ gaps are not due to differences in income/poverty, because the gaps remain even after controlling for these. But, he says, there could be other environmental factors aside from poverty that cause racial IQ gaps. After tossing out some possibilities, he concludes that he doesn't really need to be able to identify a plausible mechanism, because "white supremacy touches on so many aspects of American life that it's irresponsible to believe we have adequately controlled for it", no matter how many studies we do or how many confounders we eliminate. His argument, as far as I can tell, is that it's always possible that racial IQ differences are environmental, therefore they must be environmental. Then he goes on to, at great length, denounce as loathsome and villainous anyone who might suspect these gaps of being genetic. Such people are "noxious", "bigoted", "ugly", "pseudoscientific" "bad people" who peddle "propaganda" to "advance their racist and sexist agenda". (But tell us what you really think!)

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This is far enough from my field that I would usually defer to expert consensus, but all the studies I can find which try to assess expert consensus seem crazy. A while ago, I freaked out upon finding a study that seemed to show most expert scientists in the field agreed with Murray's thesis in 1987 - about three times as many said the gap was due to a combination of genetics and environment as said it was just environment. Then I freaked out again when I found another study (here is the most recent version, from 2020) showing basically the same thing (about four times as many say it’s a combination of genetics and environment compared to just environment). I can't find any expert surveys giving the expected result that they all agree this is dumb and definitely 100% environment and we can move on (I'd be very relieved if anybody could find those, or if they could explain why the ones I found were fake studies or fake experts or a biased sample, or explain how I'm misreading them or that they otherwise shouldn't be trusted. If you have thoughts on this, please send me an email). I've vacillated back and forth on how to think about this question so many times, and right now my personal probability estimate is "I am still freaking out about this, go away go away go away". And I understand I have at least two potentially irresolveable biases on this question: one, I'm a white person in a country with a long history of promoting white supremacy; and two, if I lean in favor then everyone will hate me, and use it as a bludgeon against anyone I have ever associated with, and I will die alone in a ditch and maybe deserve it. So the best I can do is try to route around this issue when considering important questions. This is sometimes hard, but the basic principle is that I'm far less sure of any of it than I am sure that all human beings are morally equal and deserve to have a good life and get treated with respect regardless of academic achievement.

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That last sentence about the basic principle is the thesis of The Cult Of Smart, so it would have been a reasonable position for DeBoer to take too. DeBoer doesn't take it. He acknowledges the existence of expert scientists who believe the differences are genetic (he names Linda Gottfredson in particular), but only to condemn them as morally flawed for asserting this.

But this is exactly the worldview he is, at this very moment, trying to write a book arguing against! His thesis is that mainstream voices say there can't be genetic differences in intelligence among individuals, because that would make some people fundamentally inferior to others, which is morally repugnant - but those voices are wrong, because differences in intelligence don't affect moral equality. Then he adds that mainstream voices say there can't be genetic differences in intelligence among ethnic groups, because that would make some groups fundamentally inferior to others, which is morally repugnant - and those voices are right; we must deny the differences lest we accept the morally repugnant thing.

Normally I would cut DeBoer some slack and assume this was some kind of Straussian manuever he needed to do to get the book published, or to prevent giving ammunition to bad people. But no, he has definitely believed this for years, consistently, even while being willing to offend basically anybody about basically anything else at any time. So I'm convinced this is his true belief. I'm just not sure how he squares it with the rest of his book.

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"Smart" equivocates over two concepts - high-IQ and successful-at-formal-education. These concepts are related; in general, high-IQ people get better grades, graduate from better colleges, etc. But they're not exactly the same.

There is a cult of successful-at-formal-education. Society obsesses over how important formal education is, how it can do anything, how it's going to save the world. If you get gold stars on your homework, become the teacher's pet, earn good grades in high school, and get into an Ivy League, the world will love you for it.

But the opposite is true of high-IQ. Society obsessively denies that IQ can possibly matter. Admit to being a member of Mensa, and you'll get a fusillade of "IQ is just a number!" and "people who care about their IQ are just overcompensating for never succeeding at anything real!" and "IQ doesn't matter, what about emotional IQ or grit or whatever else, huh? Bet you didn't think of that!" Science writers and Psychology Today columnists vomit out a steady stream of bizarre attempts to deny the statistical validity of IQ.

These are two sides of the same phenomenon. Some people are smarter than others as adults, and the more you deny innate ability, the more weight you have to put on education. Society wants to put a lot of weight on formal education, and compensates by denying innate ability a lot. DeBoer is aware of this and his book argues against it adeptly.

Still, I worry that the title - The Cult Of Smart - might lead people to think there is a cult surrounding intelligence, when exactly the opposite is true. But I guess The Cult Of Successful At Formal Education sounds less snappy, so whatever.

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I try to review books in an unbiased way, without letting myself succumb to fits of emotion. So be warned: I'm going to fail with this one. I am going to get angry and write whole sentences in capital letters. This is one of the most enraging passages I've ever read.

School is child prison. It's forcing kids to spend their childhood - a happy time! a time of natural curiosity and exploration and wonder - sitting in un-air-conditioned blocky buildings, cramped into identical desks, listening to someone drone on about the difference between alliteration and assonance, desperate to even be able to fidget but knowing that if they do their teacher will yell at them, and maybe they'll get a detention that extends their sentence even longer without parole. The anti-psychiatric-abuse community has invented the "Burrito Test" - if a place won't let you microwave a burrito without asking permission, it's an institution. Doesn't matter if the name is "Center For Flourishing" or whatever and the aides are social workers in street clothes instead of nurses in scrubs - if it doesn't pass the Burrito Test, it's an institution. There is no way school will let you microwave a burrito without permission. THEY WILL NOT EVEN LET YOU GO TO THE BATHROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION. YOU HAVE TO RAISE YOUR HAND AND ASK YOUR TEACHER FOR SOMETHING CALLED "THE BATHROOM PASS" IN FRONT OF YOUR ENTIRE CLASS, AND IF SHE DOESN'T LIKE YOU, SHE CAN JUST SAY NO.

I don't like actual prisons, the ones for criminals, but I will say this for them - people keep them around because they honestly believe they prevent crime. If someone found proof-positive that prisons didn't prevent any crimes at all, but still suggested that we should keep sending people there, because it means we'd have "fewer middle-aged people on the streets" and "fewer adults forced to go home to empty apartments and houses", then MAYBE YOU WOULD START TO UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL ABOUT SENDING PEOPLE TO SCHOOL FOR THE SAME REASON.

I sometimes sit in on child psychiatrists' case conferences, and I want to scream at them. There's the kid who locks herself in the bathroom every morning so her parents can't drag her to child prison, and her parents stand outside the bathroom door to yell at her for hours until she finally gives in and goes, and everyone is trying to medicate her or figure out how to remove the bathroom locks, and THEY ARE SOLVING THE WRONG PROBLEM. There are all the kids who had bedwetting or awful depression or constant panic attacks, and then as soon as the coronavirus caused the child prisons to shut down the kids mysteriously became instantly better. I have heard stories of kids bullied to the point where it would be unfair not to call it torture, and the child prisons respond according to Procedures which look very good on paper and hit all the right We-Are-Taking-This-Seriously buzzwords but somehow never result in the kids not being tortured every day, and if the kids' parents were to stop bringing them to child prison every day to get tortured anew the cops would haul those parents to jail, and sometimes the only solution is the parents to switch them to the charter schools THAT FREDDIE DEBOER WANTS TO SHUT DOWN.

I see people on Twitter and Reddit post their stories from child prison, all of which they treat like it's perfectly normal. The district that wanted to save money, so it banned teachers from turning the heat above 50 degrees in the depths of winter. The district that decided running was an unsafe activity, and so any child who ran or jumped or played other-than-sedately during recess would get sent to detention - yeah, that's fine, let's just make all our children spent the first 18 years of their life somewhere they're not allowed to run, that'll be totally normal child development. You might object that they can run at home, but of course teachers assign three hours of homework a day despite ample evidence that homework does not help learning. Preventing children from having any free time, or the ability to do any of the things they want to do seems to just be an end in itself. Every single doctor and psychologist in the world has pointed out that children and teens naturally follow a different sleep pattern than adults, probably closer to 12 PM to 9 AM than the average adult's 10 - 7. Child prisons usually start around 7 or 8 AM, meaning any child who shows up on time is necessarily sleep-deprived in ways that probably harm their health and development.

School forces children to be confined in an uninhabitable environment, restrained from moving, and psychologically tortured in a state of profound sleep deprivation, under pain of imprisoning their parents if they refuse. The only possible justification for this is that it achieves some kind of vital social benefit like eliminating poverty. If it doesn't, you might as well replace it with something less traumatizing, like child labor. The kid will still have to spend eight hours of their day toiling in a terrible environment, but at least they’ll get some pocket money! At least their boss can't tell them to keep working off the clock under the guise of "homework"! I have worked as a medical resident, widely considered one of the most horrifying and abusive jobs it is possible to take in a First World country. I can say with absolute confidence that I would gladly do another four years of residency if the only alternative was another four years of high school.

If I have children, I hope to be able to homeschool them. But if I can't homeschool them, I am incredibly grateful that the option exists to send them to a charter school that might not have all of these problems. I'm not as impressed with Montessori schools as some of my friends are, but at least as far as I can tell they let kids wander around free-range, and don't make them use bathroom passes. DeBoer not only wants to keep the whole prison-cum-meat-grinder alive and running, even after having proven it has no utility, he also wants to shut the only possible escape my future children will ever get unless I'm rich enough to quit work and care for them full time.

When I try to keep a cooler head about all of this, I understand that Freddie DeBoer doesn't want this. He is not a fan of freezing-cold classrooms or sleep deprivation or bullying or bathroom passes. In fact, he will probably blame all of these on the "neoliberal reformers" (although I went to school before most of the neoliberal reforms started, and I saw it all). He will say that his own utopian schooling system has none of this stuff. In fact, he does say that. He sketches what a future Marxist school system might look like, and it looks pretty much like a Montessori school looks now. That just makes it really weird that he wants to shut down all the schools that resemble his ideal today (or make them only available to the wealthy) in favor of forcing kids into schools about as different from it as it's possible for anything to be.

I am so, so tired of socialists who admit that the current system is a helltopian torturescape, then argue that we must prevent anyone from ever being able to escape it. Who promise that once the last alternative is closed off, once the last nice green place where a few people manage to hold off the miseries of the world is crushed, why then the helltopian torturescape will become a lovely utopia full of rainbows and unicorns. If you can make your system less miserable, make your system less miserable! Do it before forcing everyone else to participate in it under pain of imprisonment if they refuse! Forcing everyone to participate in your system and then making your system something other than a meat-grinder that takes in happy children and spits out dead-eyed traumatized eighteen-year-olds who have written 10,000 pages on symbolism in To Kill A Mockingbird and had zero normal happy experiences - is doing things super, super backwards!

#scott alexander #substack #book review #fredrik deboer #public schooling #long #read the whole thing

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viruscide · 4 years ago

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@kyukicho said: [ kiss + rough ] :3 / some super cool and vanilla prompts! unless...

touya may not have loads of money or that much to give but he's gonna make do with what he actually has – and today it's some bucks and some cans of desperados. it's game-night! tomura figured out how they can actually play together, not take turns through matches; bless the heavens for cross-play and vpn.

he doesn't have all that much luck tonight; they've played some rounds against each other, private lobby and very unfair stakes to begin with, yet somehow touya pulled through for some time until tomura won – and he found that so fucking unfair given he's not even using all his fingers while touya clearly does. not that it helped him much, clearly. he was up for the competition, though, ups the mouse-sensitivity and hopes this is gonna get him an advantage against the console player – it fucking did not.

two cans of tequila-flavored beer later, though, the tables seemed to have turned leaving touya with a huge killing streak higher than tomura's. he proudly declares his victory in the end and was about to boast how he beat tomura even though touya's been having a cigarette during that last match--- tomura isn't having any of that, apparently, boy's not on his seat anymore and touya hasn't even heard him drop the controller, get up and over to him on the pc; when he does its too late and he almost dropped his lit cigarette right then and there when tomura swoops the office-chair around for touya to face him.

quickly greeted by a kiss with no chance to inquire touya melts into a much too forceful share of lips, strength behind it which he loves to an extend and would always crave more. he chuckles into the kiss right when it deepens, tongue over tongue.

like there's nothing else in the world that could ever bother them.

#[ idk but i think they shouldve played TOGETHER- ]#[ listen i meant that not in the naughty kinda way BUT LIKE YEAH? ]#» SHIGARAKI ; kyukicho. ⋮ ━ * 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 & 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵.#» BOND; shigaraki & dabi. ⋮ ━ * 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 ; 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 ; 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘴𝘦.#» DABI. ⋮ ━ * 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵.#» IC. ⋮ ━ * 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.#» ASK. ⋮ ━ * 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳.

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siamesesouls · 6 years ago

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I finally made this fic of my Kiane babies meeting Howzer, oh boi this is gonna be sweet. Hope ya’ll love it <3

It's been a long time since the Boar's Hat hosted a Sin's Reunion but it was a really special day, one worth the preparation. It was early morning when the sunny rays of light gently caressed the rosy cheeks of the young kids' faces as they hopped onto their parents' bed, giggles came out of the oldest one, Magnolia as she clung to her father's neck in an attempt to wake him up from his beauty sleep, the calm snoring he produced abruptly stopped as his first child violently stomped on his chest with her tiny body.

—"FWAAAAA" He yelled while the air on his lungs escaped from his chest in a painful manner.

—"Mooornin' Papa!" Magnolia cheerily exclaimed while his father still tried to catch a breath with his kid suffocating him.

—"Magnolia, I've told you sweetie not to sit on your father's chest, he can't breathe like that!" The Giantess sighed while being gently hold by their little boy.

—"And you...how are you my little cutie pie?" asked while she started to tickle her son, Cloud.

King began to cough as the little child unseated herself of his chest, soon noticing it was getting late for their friends' reunion, he put Magnolia on the ground and thank her for waking him up. Just as her tiny feet touched the ground she pointed her index finger and ordered her little brother to leave their parents alone so they could get ready for today with a demanding, almost cocky attitude, Cloud obeyed almost immediately and exit their room quickly.

—"God, she likes being bossy" King told his loved one with a grin on his face, proud of what they've made together.

They got out of bed to check on their little daughter; Rosa lying on her beautifully made cradle, the sheets touching just to her tender face was truly a divine sight for them.

A family, something they’ve only dreamt of having has been made true thanks to their efforts; they couldn’t believe how lucky they were of being with each other and of course the children by their side.

The air was way denser than before as their rosy cheeks turned into a beet red color, getting close for a kiss when…

—“Papa, Mama, stop flirting! We are gonna be late” Magnolia totally killed the mood for them. Well, some things can’t be helped.

Once they were ready they didn’t waste a single moment as King prepared the Chastiefol transforming it into his signature pillow for his whole family to reach Liones as soon as possible.

It was such a beautiful sight, the hills covered in thick green foliage rushing passed their eyes in one fluid motion, although they could still see the Sacred Tree from miles thanks to its colossal height it was a fun trip for the children since they had never taken a single step out of the borders of their home.

—“We are here” that single word made by their father was more than enough to make their little hearts go wild, despite their excitement they didn’t act rashly as they were careful enough with their dear mother and both the baby on her arms and their unborn sister.

Still holding tightly onto her, the children were left awestruck by the lively and crowded streets of the capital kingdom.

—“We’ll have plenty of time to travel around the city but for now we need to go to the Boar’s Hat” said the mighty Fairy King in a warm tone while pointing his family into the direction of the bar.

They don’t remember the last time they were this outside of the forest but both King and Diane could still remember when they’d given birth to their first two children in that same bar.

Nostalgia hit both of them in the face as they were already at the entrance, that place was filled with so many good memories for them; they even celebrated their honeymoon in there. The calming sighs of the wind along their kids’ tender voices were enough to wake them up from their daydreaming.

They were received by Elizabeth who noticed someone standing in front of the door, as she invited them to come in she noticed the two kids hidden behind their mother’s legs, at first they were nervous specially Cloud who was petrified under the thought of meeting someone new, he’s always been the shy little boy who never played around with anyone other than his golems. Magnolia stepped out of her hiding spot first giving a huge smile to Elizabeth as she gently hugged the pigtailed toddler.

Immediately crushed by his older sister’s bigger personality and charisma, the brunet little boy realized he was so useless at that type of meetings, how could he meet someone new without ruining it up? As he looked at her he couldn’t help but feeling hopeless at the sight of her getting along with someone so quickly, it was excruciating and painful, albeit he didn’t want anyone to feel pity for him not being able to relate to someone who wasn’t his family, he just stood there at the verge of tears when Diane took him and suddenly bringing him into her embrace.

—“There’s no need for you to force yourself to do anything you don’t want to” She said with such a soothing tone, making him feel safe, protected and warm. He could feel his tears drying up as he felt another hand caressing his hair, it was Elizabeth’s, suddenly apologizing for not realizing sooner what she did, or better, didn’t do. With his tiny hands he held onto her fingers while looking into her eyes, he was so happy feeling his cries were understood.

Just as he was getting comfortable with the tender warmth of his mother he immediately felt another presence closing in, it was Gilthunder and Howzer getting ready for their drinking hour.

Cloud felt threatened at the sight of more people he didn’t want to meet, luckily Gilthunder stayed at a safe distance saluting Elizabeth then the fairy and giant couple, while Howzer didn’t respect the space as he went right on to Diane’s side.

—“Wow, Diane it’s being a really long time since we’ve seen each other li―” just as he was getting closer and closer, Cloud gave him a cold killer glare in an effort to keep him as far as possible from the cheery Giantess.

—“Sorry Howzer, this is my son Cloud, he’s a little shy but I hope you get along pretty well” those words fell harshly at Howzer’s ears, who didn’t even stopped to think that his love rival would rise so triumphantly against him to win Diane’s affection. He couldn’t process the idea of someone so unmanly and crybaby like King actually winning his love interest’s heart, it was so unfair according to him. Cloud was still looking at him with a bit of disdain.

“Who was this man? And why was he looking at him almost jealously like? Was he-?” His train of thought suddenly halted by Howzer coming back to the cruel reality of King and Diane being together; well he tried to be the bigger man and showing his right hand to the little boy as a sign of peace between them, albeit the almost busting vein in Howzer’s forehead said otherwise. Cloud wasn’t happy either, he was looking straight at the grown up fingers of his hand getting close to him while moving away as fast as possible from his fake act.

Diane was getting worried about Cloud, so she decided to quickly excuse herself and face away from Howzer while trying to calm her little boy down.

Howzer was at a loss for words after being ignored yet again by Diane and her child; well he wasn’t going to let that sour moment ruin his drinking hour so he seated himself onto one of the wooden stools near the entrance and ordered a beer while Gilthunder was waiting to talk to Meliodas. His aggravated stare at the sight of the Fairy and Giantess couple while clenching his teeth was more than enough to catch Magnolia’s attention, the orange haired toddler was looking at Howzer’s face while hugging her little teddy bear, Harlequin.

—“What do you want?” he asked with a dry, rude tone.

She didn’t answer with words yet she let her glare do the talking, it was an awkward moment for both of them, as he brushed her off with a bit of attitude like nothing, a tsk was emitted from her tiny lips as she suddenly threw a bottle she found on the ground right at his side face.

—“What the hell!?!?” he shouted right back at her on a menacing stance.

—“What the hell is with you? She is just a child” Gilthunder replied to his infuriated friend, as Howzer let a sigh of bitterness out of his lungs. He was right, why was he getting so worked up over a brat? He needed to keep his cool.

She was still there looking at him and when their eyes met she took advantage of the circumstance sticking her tongue out at him.

—“You should know that I’m the Chief Holy Knight as thus you should be more respectful with me” He clarified with a mighty yet presumptuous like voice.

—“I don’t care, my father is way stronger than you” she cut him out faster than he would’ve expected it, his patience was beginning to show its edge as he got up of his drinking spot just to trip up with a raised ledge of the floor made by Cloud’s earth magic, hitting his face to the ground.

He exclaimed angrily at her waiting for retaliation, surprisingly for everyone around she began crying at his words calling for her mom to come save her from the apparently bad man.

Diane was closing in as Howzer’s heart stopped beating at the menacing sight of her murderous intent, he reacted a little too late to explain things up as Diane didn’t heard a word of his excuses threatening him to stop harassing her daughter, just as she turned her back at him Magnolia looked straight at him with a wide grin on her face fully knowing her plan worked.

Howzer was left numb at the sudden threat she made, asking himself why she did that.

—“Because she is an amazing mom” Cloud proudly told, puffing his chest alongside his older sister Magnolia doing the same.

—“We won’t let you do as you please with her you sad sack” Magnolia answered in a cocky voice definitely insulting Howzer, as he was so close to using his magic against the children when Gilthunder approached him certainly disappointed at the sight of him being angered by mere toddlers.

Howzer froze completely by the kids running into their father’s side, as he was holding the newborn Rosa on his arms asking what was going on.

—“I-it’s nothing of your concern” he said while having a zip of his drink.

King noticed something was wrong but instead decided to tell his kids they were to get going back to the Fairy King’s Forest.

As they both hopped joyfully to their father’s arms ready to leave the tavern so they parted ways with a tender hug to Elizabeth, which she invited them to stay any time they wanted much to the kids excitement for coming back to the Boar’s Hat again soon.

Just as they were leaving Howzer couldn’t help but look at them with a tender glare. They were kids after all; maybe he was wrong at judging them so quickly. He went to apologize for all the troubles he caused, as the kids were heavily surprised at first, he sounded sincere though so they gave him a handshake as a true peace sign. Just for now. He’ll rue the day he tries something funny with their Mama, somehow they were looking forward to make him suffer even more.

#kiane #diane x king #king x diane #fanfic #fanfiction #nnt #next generation #howzer #gilthunder #elizabeth liones

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xbarrjallenx · 7 years ago

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Jessie’s Girl

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Request: “ITS SO SAD OMFG! PART 2???”

“I love the angst, id love it if you did a part two x”

“Part 2 please omfg my heart hurts”

“Chasing pavements part 2?

“Part 2 of chasing pavements? Jsjsjsjsjs hmmmm maybe the reader gets sad and Dustin decides to ask her to dance because he knows what's going on and make her laugh. Not romantic or anything. Just plain babies having fun?🐳”

Summary: Dustin cheered (Y/N) up after Eleven’s arrival at the ball, but he also managed to make someone jealous.

Word count: 1.507

Posted: 23rd of November 2017

A/N: OMG GUYS! I am so overwhelmed for the comments that I have received. I really thank you for appreciating my work and nothing’s better than reading positive comments after a long and tiring day at school.

Anyway, part 2 is about Dustin and the reader, but I put Mike in the description because I wanted to put the imagine under Mike’s section in my masterlist. I also used Jessie’s Girl as my inspiration in this, so yeah! Please let me know what you think of it and, eventually, tell me if you want the third part, I would write it without any problems.

Thank you so much, guys! I love you so much. x

- G. x

Link: Chasing Pavements (Part 1); Jealous (Part 3); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)

After seeing your loved one dance to the rhythm of a love song with someone else, you felt your chest tightening and your eyes stinging. Mike and Eleven seemed so happy, showing blithe wide smiles on their faces. You were in a deep pain, because who wouldn’t? Mike was your first in different ways: best friend, crush, love and, sadly, heartbreak too. You couldn’t accept your situation, but you were also no one to ruin someone else’s happiness, so you preferred to keep your agony to yourself.

“Milady,” You carelessly wiped your glossy wet eyes as a cute and jolly Dustin popped up in front of you. You quickly flashed him a wide fake smile, but you knew that he has already noticed everything. He was your best friend too and, just like Mike, he knew how to recognize the different types of your smiles. “may I have this dance?”

“Of course, gentleman!” You playfully winked at him, shaking your thoughts and Mike off your head. It would be unfair to Dustin if you thought of Mike while dancing with him. Also, that would be rude.

Dustin grabbed your hand as he helped you to stand up from your chair, leaving your party’s table empty once again. You both headed to the dance floor, still holding each other’s hands.

“(Y/N)?” Dustin mumbled shyly. “I have a problem.”

“What is it?” You worriedly asked as you tried to detach your brain from Mike and Eleven, who were slow-dancing few metres away from you and Dustin. You couldn’t see them though, because they were behind you.

“I don’t know how to dance.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hands as he gave you an uncomfortable smile, obviously embarrassed. You burst into a loud laughter, catching some of the people’s attention. Your friends, except Mike, shook their heads playfully as they thought that maybe Dustin has said something stupid, since it was his habit.

“Here.” You grabbed his other hand and you rested them on your waist. “Then we just sway to the song’s beat.�� You stated as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You slowly moved your body and Dustin followed you.

There was a comfortable atmosphere between you and Dustin. He was a dorky, but also an empathetic kid. He was a great observer too. In fact, he was aware of what has happened between you and Mike. He could read your mind too and he had the capacity of putting himself on someone else’s shoes, this time they were your shoes.

“Who’s the girl with the ginger coloured hair?” You corrugated your forehead as you curiously blurted the question out. You needed to distract yourself, that was why you took advantage of the situation to clear some things in your head.

“Oh,” He glanced at the girl that you were referring to and you smiled at her when she noticed your gaze. “she’s Max, Lucas’ girlfriend.” He faced you once again as he answered your question. You nodded your head in response and you tried to catch Lucas’ happy eyes.

“He’s growing up too fast!” You pouted in disappointment and you faked a cry, pretending to be melancholically nostalgic. Lucas was a sweetheart and he has always protected you from the bullies, being the courageous kid that he was.

He laughed out of nowhere and he murmured you something. “I liked her too, but I think that she was happier with Lucas.”

“Aw, Dusty. You will find someone better!” You caressed his cheek with your thumb as you felt sad for him. He smiled at you, but shrugged his shoulders. You then looked at Will, catching his big brown orbs. “And Will? Is he fine?” You worriedly questioned and Dustin’s eyes were suddenly filled with fear, you assumed that it was because of the Mind Flayer that Mike has mentioned earlier, and sadness. He cared about his friends a lot and you knew that he was afraid too.

“He’s getting a lot better now,” Dustin quietly answered and you unleashed a long and deep sigh. You wanted to be by your friends’ side in times of need, but you missed the chance. You felt guilty as you knew that they needed you. “thankfully.”

“Luckily!” You sighed in relief. “I missed you all, did you know that?” You sweetly chimed, trying not to hum to the song that was playing while you talked to your best friend.

“We missed you too, (Y/N),” Your heart melted at his statement, but you noticed that his eyes were focused to someone else. A grin was slowly forming on his face as he noticed something unbelievable was happening behind your back. “mostly Mike.”

“Eleven is back too.” You murmured and you noticed that he tightened his grip on your waist. You completely ignored the extra information that he gave you. He was shocked that you brought out the argument, so he quickly focused his gaze on you, letting the smirk fall back.

“As it seems, (Y/N).” Dustin sighed, feeling bad for not telling you earlier. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t control Mike’s feelings, Dustin.” You downheartedly smiled and a comfortable silence was quickly built between the two of you. “I can’t tell him who to love or not. I am just his best friend, not his heart.”

“I know, but nothing is impossible. Right?” He hopefully cheered you up, flickering his eyes between you and the someone else who he kept on looking at. You chose to ignore his gestures as you thought that boys could be stupid and crazy sometimes.

Your conversation quickly died as the topic went to Mike and Eleven. You knew that your friends were sorry, mostly because they wanted you to be happy. Obviously, you were all young and you thought about nothing but happiness.

“I really missed a lot of things in these months, didn’t I?” You giggled as you tried to start your conversation once again, finally letting go of the topic about Mike and Eleven.

“You did!” Dustin smirked once again as he thought of something dorky to make you smile. “In fact, I have them now!” He smiled widely to show you his brightly white teeth and you have just noticed that he already had the complete set.

“Oh my God,” You excitedly exclaimed. “you have teeth!” You remembered when Troy used to call Dustin toothless. What were you saying, Troy?

“Crazy, right?” He loudly laughed. “And do you think that you could just miss these pearls?” He cheekily purred in the middle of your slow and sweet dance, making you laugh out loud. He was an idiot, but you couldn’t deny that you loved it.

“You’re such a dork, Henderson!” You shook your head in disbelief with a big smile on your face. He was trying to make you laugh, but he has always been successful in doing it, even without trying hardly.

“I know.” He proudly agreed. “And remember Steve Harrington?”

“Of course. What’s with him?” Your eyebrows were knitted together, questioning yourself why someone like him was involved in your friends’ adventurous problem.

“He helped me with the demo-dogs.” He widely smiled at the thought of his new friend. “That son of a bitch is so cool!”

“You and Lucas used to call him a douchebag.” You nonchalantly remembered him, but he just let it go, making you laugh once again. He was a little incoherent, but maybe people has changed while you were gone.

“Are you feeling better?” Dustin worriedly questioned you, completely changing the argument as he hoped that he made you feel better somehow.

“I am, Dusty.” You nodded to thank him. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s always a pleasure, (Y/N).” He shook his head with a great smile on his face. “A best friend is someone that you’d do anything for.”

He honestly was grateful, because he made his best friend laugh with his dorky actions. He tried to make you happy even though you were oblivious of the stinging death glares that he received from someone that stood behind you.

Dustin stayed by your side and tried to fix your broken heart, but little did you know that someone else’s heart was breaking into little pieces too: slowly, but then all at once, right after you gave Dustin a quick kiss on his cheek and pulled him tightly into a warm hug to thank him endlessly. He wrapped his arms around your waist to embrace you back without any malice, but the people that surrounded you thought that he finally conquered the girl of his dreams.

Everybody shouted and cheered for you and Dustin, making you both blush in embarrassment and awkwardness. You sheepishly smiled at everyone and something strange quickly caught your gaze.

Dustin was a good friend of his, but something suddenly changed and it wasn’t that hard to define: his best friend has just got a girl and he wanted to make her his.

In fact, everybody cheered for them, except one. The one.

#mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler imagine #mike wheeler #Dustin Henderson x reader #Dustin Henderson imagines #dustin henderson #finn wolfhard x reader #gaten matarazzo x reader #will byers x reader #lucas Sinclair x reader #eleven x reader #max hargrove x reader #Nancy wheeler x reader #steve harrington x reader #Jughead Jones x reader #xbarrjallenx #masterlist

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ikonislife · 7 years ago

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First Snow 01.

Bobby x Reader

Angst, fluff, best friend au.

For the first time in years, you finally gather enough courage to stand up for yourself but is it the right decision?

part 2

Should you feign a smile because your most precious friend in the world seemed to have finally found the person that have his heart sings with love... Or should you break down in tear because that’s all Jiwon will ever be to you, a friend. There’s quite nothing like the unfathomable pain of watching the person you love smiles so endearingly at someone that could makes even angels shy away from being so envious, his hand so snug and protective around her waist as she rests comfortably in his lap, someone that’s not you.

Are you petty for feeling sad, for wishing that near brink glass of wine in her dainty hand would splatter all over her pretty dress? The need to relieve this aching of the heart of yours only grows stronger with each pass of his hand over her bare thigh and not even your 2nd shot of bitter poison could distract your worn out mind away from just how perfect they look. So before you could do anything stupid, anything to hurt him, your dejected steps lead you away from the happiness of a new love being born.

It had been 3 Christmas since you let your fragile heart admit to itself, you’re deeply, unmistakably infatuated with the man you call best friend and with each passing of Jesus’s birthday, your heart fragmented a bit more. The holiday just brings out the joy in everything, even the plain old trees that had shed all its little feathers in autumn were now blinking brightly, proudly along the cold icy road. Soon enough family will be gathering from every corners of Earth, lovers will be filling the street with their suffocating display of affection.

But there’s something else the holiday’s joy and goodness also bring out that people tends to forget, loneliness. The only person that seems to get your frail, withering heart is the King of Rock himself crooning out Blue Christmas, well the few rare times it actually get play on the radio because nobody wants to dampen the laughter and cheers, right? 3 years now since the tiny micro crack in your heart had began and it seems as though this one will finally be the one that shatter it completely. Yet, perhaps there’s a charm in an obliterated heart after all, maybe now you’ll be able to pick up your pieces and begin to heal.

As you stare down at the blinking lights of the city below, you wonder if one day your heart will find peace in the the wonderment of Christmas and happiness of the holiday season. How long more until you find that admiration for Christmas as you stare in awe, eyes twinkle while marveling at the decorations and cheap sales that had made its way into being a staple of the season. Or maybe you’ll never again look at Christmas the same way you had at 12 years old trekking through a festive fair, heart elated with the vibrant lights taking in that wonderful cinnamon scent, while Jiwon salivated at the many food stalls. After all, Christmas ain’t what it once cracked up to be, all people seems to care about is how cheap will they be able to get their TV for and how many pictures they’ll be able to post on social media. You might just turn out okay after all.

Another swig of the burning amber liquid, your chest heaves a bitter laugh at the thought of what a bitter person you had turned out to be. Love really makes people do crazy things and frankly, you’re quite scare to learn of the extend Jiwon would willing to go for his love. He’s too caring and sweet for the tough exterior that makes men envious, loyal to a fault, and just perfect. Behind all the hatred, you’re glad he found someone as beautiful as he is and only hope she’s just as magnificent inside as she is outward.

“Always hiding from the party. How did I know you’d be on the roof.”

His voice like butter drowning your heart in the worst kind of high as it startles you from the pointless analyzing of the situation. Sauntering over with a drink still clasp tight in his hand, Jiwon beams at you the smile that wavers too many hearts to count, yours included. A hot blush creeping out to play, tingling your skin with its delightfully unbearable warmth as you turn away, hiding behind the curtain of your hair.

“Hmm. It got stuffy in there.” You give an excuse that as soon as it had left your cracked, chapped lips, you already knew it was one Jiwon won’t buy but you had to try.

“Really? Cause i’m over here thinking it got something to do with Eunji sitting on my lap but I guess not.” You didn’t need to look to know just exactly what kind of look he has got on his face. It’s that stupid sarcastic eyebrows raise with just a tint of disbelieve in those beautiful brown eyes, his lips would be smirking a bit, no doubt at the thought of Eunji’s perfect ass resting against his rough jeans. Leaning against the railing now, Jiwon has that soft and strangely shy smile on his lips whenever he’s awestruck by something as his eyes study the world below. “It’s so beautiful, I love Christmas season.”

“I don’t.”

“Since when? Liar.” The blasé in your tone steals just a bit of that brilliant grin away from him and sprinkle a touch of sadness to his strange squeaky remark of incredulity.

“Since awhile. If you’ve been paying attention, you’d know I’m not lying.”

He knew that, he knew because he has been paying attention. You love the holiday season just as much as he does yet recently whenever he had brought up any sort of plan, even just a mention of anything Christmas related, there would be an unreasonable amount of sass in your remark accompanying by the most dejected gaze.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? What, I can’t not like the holiday now?” Still opting to stare at that car who had for the 5th times horribly attempting to parallel park, your stomach drops from his curiosity because you’re not even sure yourself how long this charade of “being okay” could go on for.

“You love the holiday. We go to do holiday shit every year, literally since we were old enough to walk.”

“I used to, now I don’t. Nothing with growing to hate the crowd and the expensive mark up and just this fake happiness floating in the air. Just because it’s December, doesn’t mean suddenly your bank account isn’t starving or your job is any easier. I’m just being realistic here.” Glass near empty, you mutter a soft cuss at yourself for not filling it up, for not expecting him to run after you as he always does. Did you really anticipate otherwise from the man that always read between the lines even when it’s completely, absolutely unnecessary.

“So all this time, you’re just lying to me.”

“It’s not that. Why are you always so...” Is there even a word capable of describing this perfect specimen of a human being?

“So what? Y/n, tell me.” If there’s one thing you really love about Jiwon, it’s the fact that he never raises his voice, ever. Even when he’s angry, there’s just an edge of roughness to his voice and the way his jaws clench up so enticingly, just like now... You could barely keep your gaze away from him.

“So you! Always questioning me, always in my business. I can’t have one second where you’re not following me. I just wanted one second of fresh air and look where we are now, you’re in my face about lying.” The exasperation in your voice sends shockwaves, a shiver Jiwon is certain not from the frigid wind messing up your perfect locks rummaging, running wild across his well covered body. “Have you ever think of how trap you make me feel?” Too late, it’s all too late, you had just set the bridge of your friendship ablaze and no force in this world can ever put it out. There’s nothing to do but sit back and watch the ashes falling to the ground as Jiwon’s eyes glossing over with unimaginable sorrow.

“Where the hell did all this come from? Did you just like bottled everything up this whole time? Just talk to me, Y/n... You’re just stress right?” The doubtfulness in his tone mingle with the complete betrayal in his eyes into something of a chaotic mix sending Jiwon into a full panic.

“I’m perfectly fine.” Downing the rest of the liquid fire, a vexing grunt passes your lips hoping he’d soon drop everything and leave you be.

“Wow, this, I can’t believe you’d be like this.”

“Like what, exactly.”

“I didn’t think you were the kind of girl that gets jealous, I thought you were better than that.”

A scoff tumbles out of your mouth even before your brain could even process what had just happened... Did he know?

“What is there to get jealous about? What’s so great about you that I got so jealous, I blew up?!” Hand thrown into the air with all the frustration tearing your shivering body apart, you storm off only to be cut off by his strong body blocking your path with all the will he has. He needs answer and he’ll be damn if you walk away like this. “You insufferable bastard, get out of my way.”

“Keep pushing, Y/n, it’s adorable how weak you are against me.”

That’s right, you’re weak against him, have been and always will be. It’s not even about the near foot tall he got on you or how inadequate you feel against the heavy packed muscles that left you wet and weak willed summer after summer. You’re weak to his words, completely soft for his smile, and down right compliant to his heart. It had been this way for so long, despite the many boyfriends you had over the year and not to say you didn’t love them because you’re not heartless. Yet there had always been a competition, what would Jiwon do in this situation and he had always had an unfair advantages over all men in your life. It’s time to stop for him, for whoever unlucky enough to love you in the future, and for yourself.

“Fuck you, Jiwon. You think you’re so amazing, everything revolve around you, is that it? Just because you got me wrap around your godawful fingers for so long, you think you can just berate and tease me however you like? that you’re king of the world?” Fingers carding through your hair so rough you could feel a bald spot forming but who cares, you finally did it, something you’ve been too selfish, too cowardice to do.

“NO, no. Y/n, no. I didn’t mean it like that, Listen...” Jiwon had set his resolve to get out of you whatever it was that had you acting like a stranger, distancing yourself as if he’s just another one of your boy toy getting toss aside like trash once you’re done toying with them. He wanted to talk but clearly from the tears welling at the corner of your redden eyes, the way your cheeks flush from fury, and that strangely cute pacing habit of yours whenever you get too work up from something, there’s way more than just simple jealousy.

“NO! you listen, I’m done, I’m tired of you just dragging me around when all you want is to hang out with those girls. You’re a twenty something years old man, you don’t need me as an excuse, use me to lie to your parents like when we were 15 to go out anymore. If you still consider me as a friend, stop, just stop.” Maybe you’re exhausted from the comedown of the souring liquid inside your stomach, maybe it’s from the speech, whatever it is, you just want it to be over with, for Jiwon to finally give you peace of mind. “And you know what, I didn’t think I was one of those girl either but when it comes to you, nothing make sense.”

His arms limp beside his body, Jiwon mind was running through all the possibilities, befuddles with everything that had just gotten thrown into his face like a cold glass of water in dead winter. He watches as you walk away, kitten like sob emanating from your shivering cold body and feels his heart fractures.

“Where are you going?”

“No where... Anywhere, just not here.”

His hands on your body like acid, searing on your flesh like the most caustic substance of this world. Even with your illogical outburst, Jiwon couldn’t help but be drawn to you, to the way your hair softly frame your cheeks and those innocent eyes staring back at him even if the soul behind them had dimmed out to something so vacant and cold.

“You’re drunk, at least let me take you home...” Thick parka shed, Jiwon still finds it in his heart to care for your wellness, never mind that the angel of winter had finally flutters her wings, sprinkling the first magical white fluff of the season all over the vibrant town, sending chill biting against his exposed skin.

“Just leave me alone... Go back to Eunji.” No strength left to fight his kindness, you stand there braving the strong scent of alcohol and intoxicating perfume distinct to only Jiwon, letting it drown your senses in the exact reason why you’re impeccable make up was being ruined by tears.

“What’s your hurry? huh? Why are you trying so hard to run away from me.”

“I need to leave before I say something stupid, something to humiliate myself, something that will hurt you... But most of all, before you say something that will hurt me.” His hands retreat from your shoulders as if the bare contact with your skin would send him into anaphylactic shock. With one last silent goodbye, you walk away feeling the world shattering at your feet but that matter not, you finally follow your heart and your heart lighter than ever.

part 2

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dumbsadlesbian · 7 years ago

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Sick To The Stomach

Jack has no problem admitting he's fucking a student. Rhys, however, prefers not to be stared at by his rather petty peers. Shit happens.

"Just a few more documents, babe."

Rhys sighs, dangling Jack's mask from his fingers. He studies it; smooth, pliable. Enough to allow basic functions. Rhys wasn't sure how a mask drew less attention than a scar, but he wasn't one to speak. People had scars- it was fine.

He draws a line across it with his index finger, where Jack's scar would be. It's not the same. The fact that Jack couldn't even go outside without it broke his heart. On the other hand, Rhys knows that he can't change how Jack feels, no matter how hard he tries. Jack is stubborn. He's just happy Jack trusts him enough to take it off around him, to let Rhys play with it and look at it with wonder and curiosity. It's like a child with a new toy.

Everyone knew Jack anyway. On the other side, Rhys supposes that Jack could ask why he wore long sleeves so often, or what the point was to wearing both gloves on a cold day, considering he has a robot arm. It isn't that Rhys is ashamed- it's pretty cool. Sometimes Rhys just wonders what it would be like if he still had all human parts instead of a robotic arm and eye, a USB port in his skull.

Then again, there are also aliens and small, raging psychos existing, so nothing was really surprising anymore anyway. Normal? Rhys knows of no such thing.

"Booorrreedd," Rhys drags out every syllable in a whine that's almost pitiful. He sets the mask down on the bedside table. He's lying on his back in Jack's soft bed, legs crossed and propped on the headboard, a pillow proudly displaying a pattern of the Hyperion 'H' supporting his head.

Rhys instead focuses his attention on Jack's real face, which he much preferred to a mask. Sometimes, if he was gentle about it and had Jack in the right mood, Jack would let Rhys touch his scar. It was a thick, smooth line. The edges were ragged but still just as soft. And even after all this time, the damaged skin stayed an angry pinkish-purple, instead of fading into a soft silvery-white like the rest of the scars that claimed his skin. Jack didn't want Rhys to look at it as awesome or cool, and more than once Rhys has had to promise, "It's just another part of you, Jack. I love it just like I love everything else about you."

Rhys really did love every part of him, too. The way his hair was so messy in the mornings. Rhys would play with it and Jack would complain about him messing his hair up but never actually stop him. How he always smelled nice and never complained about Rhys taking his clothes. Jack couldn't fit into Rhys' clothes, but even now, Rhys was nestled into Jack's soft, yellow Hyperion sweater that he'd come home in last night. It was a little too big- the sleeves kept going even after his fingertips stopped. Rhys didn't care, and it left Jack without a shirt on and something for Rhys to look at, so it was a win in his eyes.

His eyebrows were furrowed as he expertly scanned through the papers in his hand, leaning his back against the headboard, his legs crossed under the blanket. One arm was wrapped around Rhys' legs, devoting its time to caressing Rhys' thigh, tracing fading dark marks and faint bites leading further up. It gave Rhys butterflies thinking about it, despite having been with Jack for quite some time.

Jack wanted to show Rhys off- Rhys refused, afraid of unwanted attention. Everyone knew Jack. He had fans. It made Rhys uncomfortable seeing students, even other professors approach Jack on campus, trying to strike up a conversation. Though Rhys knew it made Jack uncomfortable too, he couldn't help but wonder whether or not he secretly enjoyed the attention. He was *the* Handsome Jack, you know. Rhys preferred not having the rage and drama of a bunch of upset fan people following him from class to class. So they kept it a secret, despite whatever suspicions others might have.

Rhys was drawn out of his wandering thoughts as Jack's light, wandering fingertips trace around a particularly tender bruise. Rhys shudders without thinking.

Jack turns to look at Rhys, whose eyes are scrunched tight. Maybe in embarrassment, maybe to keep from saying something he doesn't want Jack to hear. In reality, Rhys wants to tell him, "Do that again."

Jack releases an exasperated breath, dramatically putting the papers down. "However can I grade papers," he jokes, "if this horny bastard never lets me?" Jack crawls out of the blanket and over to his boyfriend, where he slowly straddles Rhys.

It reignites the giddy feeling swirling in his stomach. Rhys opens his eyes. Now that Jack is hovering right above him, he can see the small, purple 'decorations' scattered lazily about Jack's collarbone. Rhys feels heat against his cheeks and his hands itch to touch them. He curiously wonders that if he touched them like Jack did, would he react in the same manner?

"I call it the lack of willpower," Rhys' voice catches in his throat instead. No matter how he tried, he always felt helpless against Jack, not that it was a bad thing. Every touch felt new, every hug and kiss emitted a strike of electricity and he never grew tired. The first time Jack had touched Rhys had changed him. He'd become insatiable, and Jack often made it his duty to point it out and use it to his advantage.

Jack had no issue keeping up-or far surpassing Rhys' appetite, for that matter.

Jack chuckles, nuzzling his nose against the crevice between Rhys' neck and shoulder. The scruff on Jack's jaw scratches his skin, but he doesn't mind. Rhys would tell him he needs to shave, but he's already having trouble keeping his thoughts straight- forming a coherent sentence might be out of question.

Jack snuggles closer, pressing his chest to Rhys' and bringing his arms close. "So help me," Jack whispers against the crook of his neck, "the persistent shit-dick strikes again."

"Oh my God," Rhys' voice is shaking, unstable because of Jack practically laying on him but he brings his arms up to hold Jack anyway, who's freakishly warm against him. "You love my dick."

"Mm," Jack lifts his head and touches his nose to Rhys'. He pretends to think, like it's even an actual question. He lightly bumps their foreheads together.

If Rhys wasn't already pitifully melting in Jack's arms, he totally would've whispered 'boop'.

"That is information I cannot rightfully disclose," Jack smiles brick brightly.

They break into laughter. Rhys loves it when Jack smiles, he loves everything about it. A face that goddamn handsome has no place being so serious all the goddamn time.

In fact, Jack has no right to do a lot of the things he does to Rhys, intentional or otherwise. The way his heart thrums in his chest and it feels like a heart attack, or when his breath catches and halts and he feels like he understands what asthma feels like, and it's all without his permission. It's so terribly unfair, and Rhys can only hope that he makes Jack feel the same way. Jack has always had an incredible reserve of confidence and resolve, and he'd hardly if ever seen it waver. He's far too good at picking and choosing what emotions he allows to be read and yet Rhys can't bring himself to care all that much. Jack could probably play Rhys as much as he liked, and though he knows that Jack is far too kind to do that to him, he can almost certainly assure that he would let Jack do it regardless. Rhys loved Jack. What could he do?

"How rude," Rhys manages as their laughter slowly ebbs. His hands run across Jack's spine, dotting the points where he can feel each vertebra rise against his skin. He feels weirdly proud when it's Jack's turn to shudder- though Rhys isn't sure if it's because of his touch or probably that his robotic arm is just cold.

"Okay, okay," Jack concedes. "I admit that your d-game is pretty great."

Rhys snorts and receives a playful nudge in return.

Jack tugs at the hem of Rhys' sweater. Rhys gives him a questioning glance. "I want to hear better." Jack holds Rhys up as he tugs it over his head, throwing it halfheartedly across the room, laughing when Rhys' teeth chatter at the sudden chill. Jack places his head on Rhys' bare chest. "See, this is better." He listens for a moment, comforted by the gentle, even lull of Rhys' heartbeat. The sound of him breathing, the buzz of blood flowing beneath his flesh, it reassured Jack. Rhys was here, he was alive, it was all real and he was happy. Jack had gone through obviously rough things and having Rhys was more assurance than he honestly deserved. "Your heartbeat sounds amazing."

Rhys smiles, eyes squinting at the warm intensity of emotion Jack brought him. He brings Jack up, coercing him closer until they were face to face. Rhys props himself on his elbows, earning a curious gaze. He leans forward, kissing each dark bruise that smattered Jack's neck from the night before. "You're the amazing one, you handsome douchebag," Rhys whispers against his flesh, one hand grazing up the side of his ribs.

Jack shivers again this time, making a frustrated expression- he felt control slipping through his fingers, useless as trying to catch water. This was entirely new, unfair, and Jack didn't like it.

Rhys smiles, because this time he knew Jack wasn't acting because of the cold.

Since when did Rhys become the one in control?

Rhys grins. "That was frickin' hilarious. Especially 'cause I'm even on the bottom right now."

"Don't push your limits, Rhysie, baby," Jack sighs. He doesn't know where this feeling originated from- but it makes him uncomfortable. He'd always been in control. He'd seen Rhys loose control countless times during...activities. He'd seemed flustered afterward but in the moment he'd enjoyed it. Jack enjoyed watching that. But to lose it even momentarily- especially over something so small as to Rhys' touch was strangely shocking.

"I like pushing limits, *cupcake*," Rhys grins. He knows that's Jack's nickname for him. He also knows that he liked seeing Jack react involuntarily.

Jack was unsure of how to cope. Following his first instinct, he straightens himself, the soft, light atmosphere draining from the room. Instead, it fills with tension, dread.

Rhys' chest feels full- he might've had his moment, but he gets the feeling that he could not stand up to Jack's anger, his aggression. It was embedded within his very personality.

"I'm not the submissive type, pumpkin," Jack takes Rhys' wrists in his hands. His grip is tight enough to bruise, but it's what Rhys liked. Despite that little blip of dominance, the anxious flipping of his stomach, the question of what Jack was going to do, it was enough to remind him that this was definitely what he preferred. Rhys knew Jack was like an unstable shotgun- he went off at the strangest things and times- perhaps it was his past that allowed him to transform from sweet to dark-eyes-and-brooding within a spare minute.

"You win," Rhys utters.

Jack proceeds to free Rhys' hands, the real one tingling at the return of blood flow. Instead of pinning Rhys, Jack leans down to kiss across his jaw. Rhys wants to give in. Instead, he glances at the clock and whistles. "You sure you want to start this?"

Jack looks up from his canvas, already guaranteeing new art to replace the old. Rhys observes the blooming red momentarily. Jack works quickly. He gives Rhys a look that almost scares him.

"Really, Rhys?"

Rhys shrugs sheepishly."Twenty minutes until your first class, is all I'm saying."

Jack bares his teeth.

"Not that I want you to go or anything," Rhys breathes, craning his head back and baring his neck to Jack, utterly vulnerable. "For Christ's sake, please don't."

"I need a helluva lot more time than that, knowing you," Jack rolls his eyes and continues letting his lips roam.

Rhys runs a hand through his own hair, smoothing stray tangles. He's shaking again, and he doesn't know why he submits himself to such a man. It's absolute torture.

"May the Lord have mercy on my soul."

Rhys can feel Jack smirk against his throat. "You don't deserve my mercy, princess."

#rhack #handsome jack/ rhys #vaughn #slow to update gay is a-okay #alternate universe au college/university #hiding a relationship is hard #learn to wear a scarf #fluff smut update tags as I go #was looking through rhack photos and bam this

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veronicaosoria · 8 years ago

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aftertaste

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Summary: What happens when the school’s player ends up taking an interest in you?

Length: 8.7k words

“I don’t know Ji-yeon I don't think I’d make a great partner for that.” I said shutting my locker and throwing my books in my bag. “Can’t you find someone else?”

“Come on Y/N the grand prize is almost $3,000, imagine if we win,” Ji-yeon groaned shaking my arm in frustration. “Please I’ll even pay for your fee to enter.” I rolled my eyes about to give her another no in response until I heard the first period bell ring and I shot her a smirk,

“Got to get to class don’t want to be late!” I teased pushing my way through the hundreds of students filling the halls. I heard her shouting over the crowd and I proudly smiled to myself for getting out of another one of her schemes she wanted me to partake in. Although Ji-yeon was my best friend, she certainly always got both of us into trouble. Back in freshman year she somehow managed to convince me to sneak into a bar with a fake ID she bought off some guy she met outside the mall, needless to say it obviously didn’t work and we were both grounded for the rest of the school year. Ever since then her shenanigans have gotten crazier and this idea just sounded like trouble to me. I made it to the English building and found my classroom, I made a beeline to my desk and got all my materials I needed for the period as the final bell rang signaling the start of class.

“Good morning class please turn to page 147 on your book, you will be working on this worksheet today,” Mrs. Kim announced, “Also I have the flyers for this years Senior Assassin competition, the prize is pretty big this year so take advantage.” My head shot up from my book and I waited patiently for a flyer to get around to my desk.

This is what Ji-yeon was talking about…

Grabbing it I scanned it reading the rules and details.

Senior Assassin Competition

Rules: You and your partner will be assigned two targets and you must eliminate them by shooting them with a nerf gun, you must do this outside of safe zones. Last team standing wins the cash prize.

Safe zones: School property, jobs, homes.

Please turn in the fee to participate by Friday. Targets for each team will be released on Monday. Good luck everyone!

“You gonna do it?” My classmate Yerin spoke up next to me getting my attention. I shrugged my shoulders, “I'm not so sure, Ji-yeon wants me to be her partner but I think I'll pass.”

“You should Y/N, it's senior year.” She said while flipping through her book to get to the correct page, “Everyone's doing it this year and even if you don't win you'll still have the experience.”

“I guess you're right, if anything Ji-yeon will force me into this.” I replied causing both of us to giggle.

We both turned back to our assignment and I put the flyer in my binder mentally reminding myself to let Ji-yeon know I'll do it. I went on about my day getting through the long hours of school and sitting through lessons I knew I was going to study for and completing my work efficiently.

The day quickly came to an end and I practically ran to the bus happy that school was finally done. I found an empty seat near the front of the bus and plugged headphones in as I waited for the students to fill in. Eventually the doors closed and the bus started moving. Halfway through the ride however my music was interrupted by a rather annoying conversation going on behind me.

“How about you come to my house and we can… study.” I heard a deep voice flirtatiously say and even though I wasn't looking at them, I knew this kid had a smirk plastered on his face. A high pitched giggle rang through my ears and I rolled my eyes turning the volume up on my phone. I closed my eyes leaning my head on the window already feeling a headache coming on. All I wanted right now was to get home as soon as I could to raid my refrigerator and take a good two hour nap. The bus came to its first stop and the doors opened as students stood up from their seats to get off. From the corner of my eye I noticed the students behind me get off together and I scoffed at seeing who the guy was.

Kim Taehyung..

I feel like every high school has one of those guys, the kind who always had girls around him, the one your parents warned you to stay away from, the one who fucked everything that walked. Surprisingly though, he was actually really smart. He had an impressive GPA and was on the road to get into a really good university out of the country. To say he was the guy of every girl’s dreams was an understatement, he was known to get bored of a girl after a while and then just stop talking to them. Strangely his best friend Jungkook was the total opposite. Jungkook was really quiet at school and he didn't seem to have many friends other than Taehyung. Apparently they've known each other since they were babies. Their families were close; therefore, making both boys really good friends. From what I can tell Jungkook seemed to be the reason Taehyung stayed on top of his school work. I watched Taehyung and the girl walk off towards his house and I noticed how the girl was smiling from ear to ear.

I hope you know what you're getting yourself into..

It was Sunday night and I was locked away in my room studying for my Chemistry test coming up when my phone buzzed next to me. Unlocking it I saw it was a text from Ji-yeon, telling me she gathered the supplies we needed for the competition. I chuckled to myself texting her back on how she was being ridiculous over this stupid game. Once I told her earlier that week that I’d be her partner she immediately paid our fees to enter and came up with strategy before we were assigned our targets. I mean sure winning would be nice and the money could definitely help with college but seeing how serious everyone was taking it, I knew we didn’t really have a chance to win. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try though, whoever our targets were I would do my best to take them out. I tossed my phone on my bed and went back to studying a little more before I decided to call it a night.

I woke up the next morning a little later than usual and annoyingly shoved the covers off my body to get ready for school. Once I looked decent I ran downstairs checking the time and realizing that I only had less than ten minutes to make it to the bus on time. I threw my backpack on ignoring my mom’s requests to eat some breakfast and mumbled something along the lines of being late before shutting the front door and running to the bus stop. I thankfully got there just as the bus was arriving and I slowed down catching my breath waiting as students got on. I found my usual empty seat and sat down shoving my headphones in my ears and turning some music on. The view of the school eventually came into view and we all got off and entered campus. On my way to my locker I heard my name being called and I turned around already knowing it was Ji-yeon. She was running down the hallway shoving people out of the way with a paper in her hand. “We got our targets!” She screamed grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me back and forth causing my books to fall to the ground.

“It's too early in the morning to be this energetic,” I whined picking my books up, “Why did they give them out so early? They should've at least waited until after school.”

“Well miss grumpy, I'm pretty sure it's because the prize is two times bigger this year.” She said locking arms with mine as we started walking.

“Plus that gives us the whole day to gather information on our targets.”

“Who did we get anyways?” I questioned trying to grab the paper she held tightly on her her hand. She swatted my hands away and I pouted, “Let me see!”

“Oh now you're interested!” She teased raising her hand in the air to prevent me from getting it.

“You're so childish!” I said crossing my arms and giving her stern look.

“Fine here” She said rolling her eyes and handing me the paper. Satisfied I took the paper and unfolded it scanning it until I found two names printed boldly on the bottom.

-Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin-

“Jin and Namjoon?” I scratched my head already thinking of what to do. “God Y/N ssssh!! Say it any louder why don't you!” Ji-yeon hissed covering my mouth with her hand making sure no one heard me. Struggling to free myself from her grip I licked her hand only making her yelp in disgust and I shot her a smirk. “You're gross!”

“Anyway, shouldn't this be easy? I do work with Jin at the ice cream shop and I know what his work schedule will be, I can just take him out after he gets off work.”

“You're right, and I have last period with Namjoon I can just follow him home” she casually said. “But..”

I raised my brow at her confused, “but what?”

“But that doesn't mean we'll know who is out to take us out..”

Shoot. I certainly wasn't thinking about that.

“We will just have to be careful then, until the competition is over stay in the safe zones.”

She nodded at me and her eyes lit up, “That reminds me, I have the nerf guns in my locker. Once we take someone out we let the school know right away.”

“Got it. I'll meet up with you during lunch.”

The next few days had the entire senior class on edge. Everyone was paranoid that the person next to them was out for them and although a good amount of teams had already been eliminated, everyone was getting more competitive. The only annoying thing about people who were eliminated was that they would help out their friends who were still in the game. Which was unfair for some but a big advantage for others. Ji-yeon took Namjoon out the day we found out who we got. She did as she said she would.. followed him home. Apart from being really mischievous, she did know how to get stuff done fast. Ever since then she's been pushing me to eliminate Jin as soon as possible and even wanted to camp out at his house, obviously we didn't and I told her to wait until we both worked. It was Thursday morning and I was more than happy since I would be working a night shift with Jin that night and as far as I knew he didn't know I was out to get him. I had the plan perfectly in my head, as soon as work was over I'd ask him for a ride home. Knowing Jin he would agree and as soon as he pulled up in my driveway… BAM I'd pull my nerf gun out and he was out of the game. Cruel I know, but I had to do it. That plan quickly went down the drain when I arrived at work that night only to find that Jin had called in “sick” and couldn't come into work. That's when it clicked that Namjoon must've told him we were their assassins and decided not to risk their team being fully eliminated. Smart.

After hours of cleaning ice cream machines and scooping endless amounts of ice cream, I was finally off for the night. I went to the back to collect my stuff and fished for my phone in my bag to listen to music on the way home. Just as I was about to exit the shop my phone rang startling me. I saw Ji-yeon’s name flash across my screen and I picked it up right away, “He-”

“Y/N!!! Where are you! Stay in the shop!” The tone of her voice made me instantly stop “Why? What's wrong?” I asked putting my bags down at a nearby table. “I'm out! They took me out!” She screamed into the phone. I could hear the sounds of streets and cars on her end of the call and I knew she was driving. “Who was it?”

“Jungkook! That asshole got me when I was at the mall.”

“Didn't we establish on being careful?” I scolded her trying to figure out why she got so careless.

“This is no time for your yelling Y/N! If Jungkook got me that can only me-” My eyes widened once I saw on the other side of the door of the shop was the last person I wanted to see. He was holding up his nerf gun smirking at me, “Shit.. Taehyung is right outside the damn door!”

“Those assholes move fast, are you alone right now? Stay there until I get there.”

I grabbed my bag off the table and jolted to the back debating on taking the back exit and running but decided against it knowing I was much safer waiting for Ji-yeon. I shut off all the lights to make it harder to see inside and kept quiet.

“Jin called in sick so I worked alone tonight. Hurry up Ji-yeon!” I heard car beeps on her end “ And be careful!”

“Okay Y/N listen to me carefully. I'm finally parked next to the garbage dumpsters, I see Taehyung at the front entrance so come out through the back.”

I hung up the phone and stuffed it in my back pocket trying to picture the back parking lot in my head to make it easier. I slowly opened the door looking around before carefully shutting it. The dumpsters were at the other end and I spotted Ji-yeon’s car right away. I had two options in my head.. either run for it or quietly make my way over. I clutched onto my bag tightly knowing that running will make things faster, but unfortunately before I took off I felt a pair of strong hands wrap around my body. The air was taken from my body and I panicked struggling to escape their death grip.

“Tae I've got her hurry up!” My mind clicked and I realized it was Jungkook’s voice. Without thinking I harshly jabbed my elbow into his stomach and his grip loosened allowing me to run. Behind me I heard Jungkook grunt and quicken his pace to catch up with me. To make things ten times worse, I saw Taehyung running towards Ji-yeon’s car looking at me and I cursed at myself turning back towards the front of the building only causing me to crash into Jungkook’s chest.

Well fuck..

At this point I was out of breath coughing hysterically and gave up already defeated. I felt Jungkook’s arms once again wrap around me preventing me from running and I let him drag me towards Taehyung.

“You were a lot harder than Ji-yeon,” he said speaking up “She didn't fight back nearly as hard as you did.”

“Of course she didn't.” I mumbled annoyed. She clearly didn't put up a fight against Jungkook, she could act all she wants but I know how she feels about him. See Ji-yeon was very picky with guys, throughout high school she got asked out a ton by different guys but she always turned them down. I've always wondered why but one day it dawned on me when we were entering the library and I caught her staring at Jungkook while he studied. After that I always encouraged her to talk to him but she was always too scared to do so. That is until junior year came and they were assigned as partners in Biology for a month long project. From what I know, they got closer and became good friends until one day he just started distancing himself from her. Ji-yeon acted like it didn't bother her but I knew deep down inside it did and I knew her feelings for him were still there.

“Can we hurry this up? I would like to get home.” I grumbled rolling my eyes as I saw Ji-yeon finally getting out of the car seeing what was going on. It's about time.

“You don't have to act so cold darling.” Taehyung said grinning at me while raising his gun. “You can look away so it won't hurt.”

I scoffed and impatiently tapped my foot with my arms crossed. I will admit I was acting like a sore loser. But I invested so much more of my energy into this game than I thought I would so I was pretty sour about it. Ji-yeon walked up besides me and I gave her a look letting her know I was annoyed and she shot me a sympathetic smile. I then felt something softly hit my shoulder and fall to the ground, I glanced at it seeing it was the nerf bullet and sighed ignoring them walking to the passenger of the car.

“Wait wait wait Y/N at least keep this.” Taehyung said pulling my arm back and shoving the bullet into my bag.

“This isn't funny Taehyung.”

“I never said it was, now stop being so upset it's only a game.” He replied opening the car door waiting until I got inside before shutting it, “And please call me Tae.”

The competition ended about two weeks later and school was finally back to normal. The only good thing that happened was that Tae and Jungkook ended up coming in second place. As mean as it sounded I was hoping they didn't win only because I was still bitter about what happened, so them being runner ups made me happy. The weird thing was that every day when I opened my locker, there always seemed to be a nerf bullet every time. The first couple times I was weirded out and I even accused Ji-yeon of messing with me but she denied and was just as confused as I was. I figured with the competition it must of been some student trying to get rid of their unused bullets and that was that. But two months passed and it was November and they still kept coming. Of course it had crossed my mind that maybe just maybe it was Taehyung, especially after him shoving the bullet used to get me out of the game in my bag. But that thought quickly went away seeing as he paid absolutely no attention to me at school, and was constantly talking to different girls every week. It became something I grew used to, and as weird as it sounded I was content with it being a mystery.

It was Friday night and Ji-yeon and I were laying on my bed stuffing our face with pizza and watching reruns on Netflix. The long dreaded week of midterms had finally ended and we were able to breath and there was nothing more I wanted to do than eat junk food and do anything but touch a book. I muttered a quick ‘be right back’ to Ji-yeon and went to the kitchen grabbing a pint of ice cream and two spoons and walking back to my room. I threw her a spoon and sat down, “Dig in we deserve this.” Her eyes lit up and she shoved a spoonful in her mouth, “Thank you I needed this.” I giggled and went back to scrolling through Netflix to find a good movie to put on. I settled for Mean Girls and took another spoonful of ice cream when I noticed that Ji-yeon was smiling while looking at her phone. I raised my eyebrow and remained staring at her waiting for her to notice me. To my surprise she kept her gaze on her phone leading me to get very curious and without thinking I snatched the phone from her hand trying to see what had her attention. She reacted quicker than I thought and before I knew it she was clawing at me trying to grab my hand and I was shoving her back. “YA! You're going to leave a mark on me, l will give it back once you control yourself!” I huffed. Ji-yeon pouted easing her grip on me and sitting up on my bed, “Why are you so nosy!”

“You weren't even paying attention to the movie! We're supposed to be hanging out not having our phones glued to our faces!” I snapped throwing her phone on her lap. She knew I hated people being on their phones constantly, I mean obviously it's not a bad thing but when we're together having a girls night I definitely hated it. She gave me an apologetic smile, “I'm sorry Y/N I’ll stop.”

“Who are you texting anyways?” I asked relaxing my tone and facing her watching as her face turned red and she started playing with her hair, “uhh Jungkook…”

I widened my eyes and smiled, “Woah really? When did that start up again?”

“He started texting me again a little after the night they took us out, I didn't say anything only because I didn't want to get my hopes up.”

“You still should've told me something.” I mumbled throwing her a nearby pillow and laying back down, “Did he ever tell you why he stopped talking to you?”

“He did-” She said before stopping and turning her attention back on her phone as it lit up, “He said it was because he was scared.. he starting liking me and thought I didn't feel the same.”

“Ahhh.. that makes sense.” I said tapping my finger on my chin, “So I assume you told him you did feel the same?”

This time Ji-yeon didn't answer me and was staring at her phone with a blank face. I continued looking at her until she seemed to have an idea pop in her head and looked up to me with a puppy dog face on. “What?”

“You know you're my best friend right? You know I'll do anything for you.”

“What do you want Ji-yeon..” I hesitantly asked already knowing it wouldn't be good just by the sound of her voice.

“Jungkook just asked me out on a date for tomorrow.. at an amusement park,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Ji-yeon that's amazing and I know how much you've been wanting this.. but how does this involve me?”

“Well he said to make things less awkward for our first date, to make it a double date.” She replied glancing up at me playing with her hands.

Oh no..

“A-A double date?” I repeated sitting up from the bed already knowing where this conversation was heading, “With?”

“He suggested you obviously.. and Taehyung.”

I snorted practically choking on my own saliva, “No way.”

“Oh come on please Y/N!” She begged grabbing my arm, “I would do it it was the other way around!”

“If it was someone like Taehyung you wouldn't!” I shot back letting out a deep sigh and closing my eyes knowing she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.

“Well I already texted back that you agreed so you can't let me down!”

“Ji-yeon!” I said raising my voice and stuffing my face in my pillow screaming hysterically. I couldn't stand the simple thought of Taehyung, and I didn't even dare imagine a date with him. I heard the door of my room creak open and my mom entered the room with a confused look on her face.

“What's all this yelling for?” She asked looking at both Ji-yeon and I, “It's nearly midnight!”

“Mommmm!” I groaned glaring at Ji-yeon, “She’s dragging me on another one of her evil plans!”

“Sweetie don't be ridiculous I'm sure you're overreacting.” My mom said walking over and picking up the pillow I threw on the floor. I rolled at my eyes and frowned, “No I'm not!”

“My evil plan is forcing her to go to the amusement park tomorrow.” Ji-yeon said giggling at my outburst and grabbing the ice cream that was still on my bed and shoving some in her mouth.

“Yeah but she’s dragging me on a double date” I huffed snatching the spoon from her hand and scooping some for myself, “And it’s with someone I don’t exactly picture spending my Saturday with.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” My mom said taking the ice cream pint and spoon from the hands and putting the lid back on, “You’ve been living in your room the past month studying for midterms and now that it’s over, you should go out and have fun.” I looked up at her in disbelief shocked that she was actually encouraging the idea of going and I groaned climbing out of my bed pushing her towards the door.

“You’re no help either mom!” I shouted shutting my bedroom door and looking back at Ji-yeon who was now smirking at me clearly amused that she got what she wanted yet again. I let out a deep breath walking back to my bed and throwing the covers over my body. Tomorrow was going to be a long day..

As much as I was dreading spending my day somewhere I didn’t want to be, I knew doing this would make Ji-yeon happy. She woke me up at 7am complaining on why I didn’t have any cute clothes in my closet and was yelling at me to get in the shower. I came out with a pair of black jeans and hoodie on only having her complain and picking something else for me to wear. After hours of waiting for her to get ready, Jungkook texted her letting her know they were outside. We gave our goodbyes to my mom who in return told us to be safe and we were out the door. As we got closer to the car I noticed Jungkook was in the driver seat and Taehyung was in the back which only meant I would be stuck next to him the whole car ride there. I got inside the back while Ji-yeon made her way to the front and we both put our seat belts on. I mumbled a hello to Jungkook and gave a small wave to Taehyung who smiled back. The ride there was rather relaxing since the windows were down and the weather was nicer than usual. I glanced over at Ji-yeon who was cheerfully talking to Jungkook and I caught Taehyung looking in my direction causing him to quickly turned his body the other away. I thought I saw the color drain from his face but I crossed that thought from my head knowing that wouldn't be possible. Or thinking that wouldn't be possible..

We arrived at the amusement park around thirty minutes later and made our way to purchase tickets to get inside. I awkwardly trailed behind Ji-yeon in line like a lost puppy refusing to look anywhere else but the floor. The line got shorter and shorter and as I was walking up to pay for my ticket I felt Taehyung grab my arm holding up two tickets smiling.

“Oh you didn't have to Taehyung.” I gasped taking my wallet out trying to hand him cash in return. He shook his head pushing my hand back, “Don't worry about it Y/N and I said to call me Tae remember?”

“Right,” I nervously mumbled throwing the bills back in my wallet and shoving it back in my bag, “Thank you Tae.”

“You don't have to thank me, now let's go those lovebirds are probably already inside.”

I nodded following close behind him making sure not to lose him in the crowd. We got to the entrance and once our tickets were scanned we walked along gift shops and food stands with no luck on finding Jungkook and Ji-yeon. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and grabbed it seeing it was a text from Ji-yeon.

Ji-yeon: We are getting on rides right now, we couldn't find you guys so let's meet back at the entrance at 6ish?

I groaned glancing at the time seeing it was only 2:35pm. She was actually leaving me alone with him? What the hell was she thinking! If they were going to end up leaving us alone why did Jungkook even make it a double date in the first place?

Me: I hate you.

“Looks like they want to meet back at the front entrance at 6.” I said harshly putting my phone back in my pocket which only made him raise his brow at me.

“Why do you sound disappointed?” He said with a small frown on his face. “You are going to be spending the day with the hottest guy at school.” He added replacing his frown with a smirk.

This cocky asshole..

“Exactly why I'm disappointed,” I sneered walking off, “I’d rather spend my day anywhere else than with someone like you.”

“Still sassy I see.. is this because of the competition? I told you sweetheart it was just a game-”

“No it's not because of the stupid competition! I just tend to stay away from guys like you,” I snapped turning my back around to face him, “I'm only doing this for Ji-yeon so don't get any ideas.”

“Why are you so quick to judge me? What makes you think I have bad intentions?”

“Oh I don't know maybe because you're not the type of person who would even go on a double date unless-”

“Unless I'm doing it for my best friend.” He said through gritted teeth cutting me off putting his hands in his jacket. I grew silent and felt a thousand emotions running through my body. What the hell was I thinking? He was probably also in the same position I was being forced to come and my attitude was certainly making things worse.

“Now can we at least try and enjoy the day?”

The next couple hours went better than I expected, but I did keep my distance from Taehyung in the beginning. He tried to convince me to get on rides only to have me harshly refuse until I got tired of his begging. I had a fear of roller coasters and just heights in general so when the worker buckled us in I was practically shaking. Taehyung took a notice of this almost immediately apologizing repeatedly and the moment he grabbed onto my hand to calm me down I froze feeling butterflies grow in my stomach. My mind went blank and the fear I had for rollercoasters temporarily went away still feeling Taehyung’s hand burn through mine. After we got off he walked me to a nearby bench telling me he needed to take a bathroom break but ended up coming back two minutes later with two packets of cotton candy making my eyes happily light up. I thanked him as he handed it to me and immediately started stuffing some in my mouth. We spent the rest of the day getting on not so blood chilling rides and spending all our cash on arcade games. Before I knew it my phone was ringing notifying me that I had five missed calls from Ji-yeon. I almost screamed once I saw the sun was starting to set and it was close to 7pm.

“Oh crap I think Ji-yeon and Jungkook are waiting for us at the entrance.” I blurted out grabbing Taehyung’s wrist and running to the front of the park.

“Woah woah slow down there.” He replied laughing at my sudden urge to leave. It's not like I wanted to leave.. I just knew something as little as not answering my phone would only make Ji-yeon wonder where we were and why we weren't there on time. After five minutes of walking across the park we finally saw Ji-yeon and Jungkook and I started slowing down.

“Sorry we're late guys.. we got caught up at the arcade.” I mumbled laughing nervously while Taehyung nodded in agreement. Ji-yeon was eyeing me suspiciously and I smiled back at her.

“It's all good guys, I hope you guys had fun!” Jungkook replied softly smiling me and then turning his gaze to Taehyung who simply had his hands in pockets.

“Let's get you girls home.”

Luckily Jungkook dropped me off first and I shyly waved goodbye thanking Jungkook for the ride and quickly got out of his car. I was taken aback when Taehyung also got out telling Jungkook something I didn't quite catch. He came up next to me avoiding my confused face, “I'm walking you to your door.”

“O-okay.. um by the way thank you for today Tae. And I'm sorry for my little outburst in the beginning, I know you didn't come for me not that you would have any interest in me-”

“I never said I didn't.”

I felt my cheeks get hot and I looked up at him with my mouth slightly opened not knowing what to say. I struggled to make words come out and instead gave him a small smile.

“I truly hope you had a good day today.” He added grabbing my face making me face him.

“I did.” I whispered feeling my heart pounding loud enough for him to hear.

“Good. I'll see you around Y/N.”

I nodded at him not replying and watching as he made his way back to Jungkook’s car. I grabbed my keys from my bag fumbling to find the right one to my house and shakingly opened it getting inside and loudly slamming the door. I ran upstairs to my room throwing my bag on the floor and crashed into my bed screaming.

What the hell just happened?

Monday morning came and I was standing in front of the mirror staring at myself dreading going to class. I woke up earlier than usual giving me more time to get ready for school, and for some reason I was nervous. Nervous for new school work now that midterms were over? No. Nervous because I was worried I bombed midterms? No. Or nervous because you couldn't keep a certain someone named Taehyung off your mind? Yes.

I will admit I did feel something every time he came in my mind and I did enjoy the day with him but I knew I was being ridiculous. The banging on my door snapped me out of my thoughts making me jump, “You're going to be late for school honey!”

I arrived at school on time making my way over to my locker to grab my books for the day, and just as I entered the building I saw Ji-yeon leaning against my locker occupying her attention on her phone. I cleared my throat loud enough for her to hear, “Good morning Ji-yeon,” I hummed softly pushing her out of the way to put in my locker combination, “How did it go with Jungkook after you guys dropped me off?”

“It was everything I've ever dreamed of Y/N.. he's so different. The whole day at the amusement park was amazing and then after we dropped you and Tae off, he took me to a late drive in movie,” She gushed running her hands through her hair, “He uh.. he asked me out.”

“Oh my he did? You said yes right?” I beamed closing my locker turning to face her. It was in that moment when I noticed she was glowing, she looked genuinely happy and that itself made me smile.

“Of course I said yes,” She cheered locking her arm with mine making our way down the hall. “But enough of me Y/N how did it go with Taehyung? You didn't tell me much and as far as I know you were dreading going, but I sense something happened between you two. You came back awfully nervous and-”

“Nothing really happened.. I mean he's not as bad as I thought.”

“Sooo nothing really really happened?”

I shook my head furrowing my brows at her, “Why do you ask?”

“It's not like I had the car window down listening to your conversation with him when he walked you to your door or anything.” She confessed grinning at me while I harshly poked her side for being nosy. “I thought I heard someone might be interested in you.”

Just as I was about to answer, a loud pitched giggle from behind caught both of our attention. I turned around only to be met with the sight of Taehyung and the same girl from the bus, he was leaning over her body whispering who knows what in her ear smirking. My heart dropped feeling my throat close, “Doesn't seem like it.” I mumbled turning my attention back to to Ji-yeon who had a frown on her face visibly upset.

“That's weird..” She began, “I could've sworn Jungkook told me that Taehyung actually begged him to make it a double date.”

When I say that I've never seen Ji-yeon this happy before, I meant it. She had been dating Jungkook for almost a month and although I was really happy for her, it did mean I barely got to see her. She spent most of her free time with him which I completely understood but I did miss her. So instead I spent most of my weekends in my room binge watching dramas when I wasn't studying. School made me more lonely now that Ji-yeon spent her lunches with Jungkook, I shifted from eating at the lunch tables to hiding away in the library every day. It wasn't like she completely forgot about me though, we still were best friends. We were planning on attending the same university and already agreed on sharing dorms. I did have to constantly remind her not to slack off on school work since we were preparing for college entrance exams.

It was another school night and I was at my desk finishing up my homework assignments deciding I deserved staying up an extra hour watching TV. I closed my notebook putting it back in my backpack and I zipped it up resting it back on the floor. I reached my hand out to turn off my desk lamp and a bruise on my arm caught my eye. I traced the bruise with my fingers confused on where I got it from only to quickly remember it happened when Ji-yeon slept over and she got a little too rough on me during a game of Twister. I laughed to myself at the memory wishing we had more of those nights where we would laugh until we couldn't anymore and stuff our faces with junk food. I reminded myself to plan another sleep over since the last time we had one was nearly a month or so ago. I looked back at the bruise this time scanning it realizing it looked new. The deep purple color never faded and instead it appeared fresh, as if I just got it.

Almost as if it never healed…

“Alright guys please make sure to turn in your homework first thing tomorrow!” Mrs. Kim announced over the bell as students packed up their backpacks. I plugged headphones into my ear leaving my classroom and making my way over to the library to spend my lunch studying. Just as I was about to enter I heard my name being called. I stopped walking and turned my head seeing Ji-yeon walking hand in hand with Jungkook both smiling at me.

“Hi guys.” I said waving at them taking notice that Taehyung was walking at the other end of the building talking to some guys.

“Want to come have lunch with us?” Jungkook asked pointing towards the direction of the cafeteria.

“Yeah Y/N please come” Ji-yeon begged grabbing a hold of my arm like a child. Laughing I shook my head, “No thanks guys, I’m going to go study. I’ve been doing this weird thing of actually staying on top of my grades and I would like to keep it that way.”

Ji-yeon gave me a pout not amused with my answer and huffed, “Fine but just for that I’m coming over after school to bother you all night!”

“Can’t wait,” I giggled, “See you guys later!”

They waved goodbye walking away and I entered the library finding my usual table in the corner. There wasn’t many students at the library and the ones who were there were either hiding behind their textbooks scribbling away on paper or reading whatever book interested them. The librarian was busy typing away at her computer and I sat down setting my books down. I pulled out a granola bar from my backpack and started eating while flipping through the pages of my Chemistry book.

“Ya know I am curious on why you spend your lunch everyday in here,” I heard a voice whisper, “There's more to life than just studying 24/7.”

I shot my head up seeing Taehyung slide into the chair next to me closing my book. I pouted trying to get my book back only to have him place the book on his lap.

“I don't spend my lunch here everyday,” I grunted crossing my arms glaring at him, “Why do you care anyways.”

“I see you come in here everyday. Is it because Ji-yeon is too busy with Jungkook now?”

“No,” I denied shrugging my shoulders, “I just like being alone most of the time.”

“I see.” He said raising his eyebrow at me, “I was wondering why you haven't talked to me since we went to the amusement park? I thought you had a good day with me.”

“I did.” I confirmed playing with the wrapper of my granola bar, “I didn’t know I had to talk to you first.”

“It would've been nice.”

“It would've also been nice if you stuck to one girl.” I harshly whispered to myself gasping once I realized I said it loud enough for him to hear, his eyes darkened and I felt his body stiffen.

“I’m sor-.”

“Is that how you really think of me?” He flatly said loudly throwing the book back on the table causing people to look over at the sudden noise. I jumped back startled at his sudden outburst, “That’s not what I meant Tae.”

“Forget it.” He scoffed, “Why would I care about what you think right? You don’t really matter to me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry for assuming I somehow did matter.” I whispered grabbing my stuff, “I’m really fucking sorry.”

I stormed out of the library ignoring everyone’s stares blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall. From behind me I could hear Taehyung calling my name repeatedly only making my blood boil. I felt my arm being yanked back, “Y/N wait.”

“Don’t.” I snapped shoving him back, “Don’t try to explain anything to someone who doesn’t matter.”

“But that’s the thing..” He mumbled gripping tightly on my wrist, “Somehow you do.”

“You say that to ever-”

“I thought it was me at first, I thought that maybe I would start to feel like this with any girl but..” He stuttered desperately running his hand through his hair, “It’s you.. you’re different. And ever since the competition I just.. I couldn’t get you off my mind. Then the double date came along..” “You said you were doing it for Jungkook.”

“I lied. I-I wasn’t doing it for Jungkook, I wanted to ask you on a date myself but I knew you wouldn’t take me seriously. But even after that I tried to shut my feelings out for you but I just can’t stop thinking about you Y/N.”

I stood there in front of Kim Taehyung speechless..absolutely speechless. It was like time was frozen and the only two people moving were Taehyung and I, I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest. Kim Taehyung was perfect at just about everything..

Everything except for something called love.

As much as I wanted to reciprocate these feelings, I knew it wasn’t worth it. He was very capable of manipulating every girl he came across so what exactly made me so different? I’ve seen how he was throughout highschool, I knew how he treated girls. Wouldn’t bottling up my newfound feelings for him make sense? I always pitied the girls who would fall head over heels with him, only to have their hearts broken by the very man who was now standing in front of me. “I'm sorry Tae-” I finally managed to say looking up to meet his soft deep brown eyes.

“I don't care how long it takes,” He choked out grabbing both my hands, “I will prove to you that my feelings are real.”

December quickly ended and it was now January, the weather had gotten colder and I was counting down the days until graduation. Winter break was definitely something I needed and I was pretty bummed that it was coming to an end. Not going to lie, I spent most of my vacation locked away in my room either glued to my laptop or sleeping as much as I could. My energy was somehow always drained and I barely went outside except for when I dragged myself out of bed to go to work and all the times Ji-yeon made me get out of bed to have a ‘bestfriend day.’ I was working another night shift counting down the minutes until I was finally off and picturing the comfort of my bed already. Since it was break I took it upon myself to pick up more hours at work for extra cash so I was pretty much living at work. I didn’t mind it though, scooping ice cream and cleaning tables wasn’t bad at all and when I wasn’t tired I really enjoyed being at work. Jin smiled at the last customer of the night handing her some change and her receipt while I grabbed a towel beginning to wipe down tables.

“I am so glad the day is finally over,” Jin groaned walking over to change the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’

“Me too.” I said letting out a deep breath, “I can't wait to get home.”

“Well the faster we clean the faster we both get home.” He pointed out preparing to wash the never ending stacks of dirty ice cream scoops piling over the sink. I nodded at him giggling as I finished wiping down my last table and began to put the chairs up, “We have to mop tonight right?”

“Ahh don't worry about it, boss said he can do it in the morning. Come help me with the dishes then we can leave.”

“Got it.” I hummed making my way towards Jin who was scrubbing away. I reached for a rag and began drying the scoops he had already finished and put them back where they went.

“I can't believe break is already over,” He grumbled, “I don't want to go back just to sit through hours of classes.”

“At least we're closer to graduating!” I cheered making my tone sound as happy as possible.

“Oooh you're right, I've never thought about it that way.” He said shutting off the water and grabbing a rag to help me. I chuckled rolling my eyes at him, “You have to look on the bright side of things you know?”

“You're one to talk, don't forget about the fit you threw when Tae eliminated you from the Assassin competition!”

“YA don't talk about that! At least I didn't call in sick hiding away at home unlike someone!” I scoffed hitting him with my rag.

“I'll have you know I was in fact sick that day,” He mumbled rubbing his shoulder, “I had a pimple and I obviously couldn't have people seeing me like that.”

“You're unbelievable.” I cackled putting the last couple scoops away and walking to the back to grab my stuff. “Ready to go?”

“I've been ready,” he said nodding, “Oh by the way Y/N Tae stopped by while you were on your break, he left the usual I left them next to your bag.”

“Oh thanks Jin, I see them.” I answered eyeing the usual bouquet of flowers I've been receiving the past week.

“You know.. you should give him a chance. He isn't usually like this with girls, and lately he hasn't even been looking anywhere else except at you.” I heard Jin say from behind me.

It was true. Ever since his confession he had been acting different and as much I tried not to pay attention, I did notice. He went from being his usual self at school boasting about his nights with girls with his friends to pretending to study in the library tables away from mine. I no longer saw him talking to any of the girls at school and he was always where I was lately. Even Jungkook was surprised at his sudden change in behavior, and he kept assuring me that Taehyung had good intentions no matter how it seemed. To be completely honest, I wanted to accept my feelings for him and let him know I felt but I always had a feeling it would only leave me ridiculed in the end. But the more he did to try and impress me, the more I started falling for him.

“You know he's never given flowers to anyone except for you?”

The only thing worse than coming back to school from a break is coming back to school with more responsibility to take on. With the start of January it only meant seniors were less than six months away from graduating. I was applying for as many scholarships as I could and doing everything to perfect my resume. Although Ji-yeon and I already applied for the university we wanted to attend, we were both coming up with alternatives in case it didn’t work out. One thing I really loved about our friendship and Ji-yeon was that she had no intention of changing her mind about what we’ve both been wanting. The day wasn’t over yet and the amount of homework I had so far was more than I expected. I sighed reminding myself to dedicate the whole lunch hour to finishing half of it so I wouldn’t have to worry about it much later on at home. I slowly walked behind dozens of students walking down the hallway attempting to get to my locker to put my textbooks away. I turned the music on my phone louder blocking out the conversations happening around me as I got to my destination. I quickly unlocked my locker opening it only to be startled by thousands of nerf bullets falling out landing all over my feet.

What the hell?

From the corner of my eye I felt people turning to look at my direction gasping. Flustered I started picking them up shoving them in my backpack and emptying out the ones still left in my locker. I noticed a piece of paper sticking out at the very bottom and I snatched it unfolding it as fast as I could. Written in black bold handwriting was the one sentence that made my body freeze.

“As long as it takes.”

Then that's when everything clicked. The mysterious bullets I've been getting for months, they were from him. They were from Taehyung and maybe, just maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe his feelings for me were in fact real, and maybe the feelings I had for him were in fact worth it.

I looked up almost immediately locking eyes with him as he walked down the hallway towards me.

Maybe Kim Taehyung was worth it..

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The rise (and further rise) of Google My Business spam

Back in 2017, Google proudly told the world that it had eradicated 70 percent of all fake Google Maps listings in the two years prior. They put this down to innovations in machine learning and new business verification techniques.

Two years on, and it seems the machines are today wearing dunce caps and verification is just not working. How else do you explain Google My Business listings like these slipping through the net?

Here are today’s rejected edits: #stopcraponthemap pic.twitter.com/a2vQAJ1rgo

— Brandon Schmidt (@brandonschmidt) March 11, 2019

You’ll note that not only are these spammy, keyword-stuffed business names but that the supposedly trusted Local Guides trying to suggest edits to report them are having their edits rejected. We’ll come on to that in a little bit, but for now let’s take a look at how we got here.

GMB is the new local business home page, social network and feedback channel, conversion path, and…

Over the last couple of years, Google has been going all-in on expanding the functionality and potential use of its Google My Business profiles, elements of which appear in the Knowledge Graph, in Google Maps, and in the Local 3-pack.

Due to this increased use and visibility, and new social features like the introduction of a ‘Follow’ button for Google Maps users and ever-more-prominent Google Posts, consumers are being driven to consider a business’ GMB profile as a single source of truth, even over and above the local business website.

Because of this, GMB has become a wedge driven between consumers and businesses. Searchers can no longer get a first impression of a business created and tailored by the business itself. That first impression now belongs to Google, and for better or worse, search marketers have to make exceptionally good use of the wide range of available GMB features to ensure that their businesses or clients can stand out against their competitors.

With GMB now such a critical part of the consumer’s journey, it’s inevitable that people would seek to take advantage of weaknesses in the system in order to benefit their businesses’ positions. Thus we have Google My Business spam, and with it no end of keyword-stuffed business names, fake listings, fake reviews, and more.

The real impact of Google My Business spam

You might easily dismiss it as a non-issue, but whereas other instances of spam can be easily filtered out using technology, no such filter exists for GMB, and so spam on this platform can have far-reaching impacts.

These impacts have been well-documented in a recent BrightLocal poll that focused specifically on GMB spam. 77 percent of respondents felt that GMB spam made it harder to deliver good rankings for their own businesses or their clients.

Still not convinced it’s an issue? Imagine it this way: you’re a local SEO professional following every bit of best practice under the sun to optimize a website for the right search terms, to feed GMB the right data, and to generate great reviews. You put hours into this work and finally rank well for the required local search terms.

And then you look up the business one day and you see these…

4 fake spam results, 3 don’t have a website listed. #stopcraponthemap pic.twitter.com/BnCgU88qNG

— Jason Brown (@keyserholiday) March 8, 2019

GMB spam isn’t just unfair, it risks damaging the reputations of Google My Business as a trustworthy source of information as well as the many industries which seem to be more likely to take part in GMB spam, like auto repair, locksmiths, garage door contractors, and (though they really should know better) legal professionals.

And although GMB spam isn’t a new problem, it seems to be getting more prevalent. The aforementioned poll asked how listings spam had grown in the previous year.

Fifty-nine percent believed it had increased, and 25 percent of them said it had increased significantly. So the question I find myself asking today isn’t just why is there so much GMB spam it’s “why is there so much now?”

Who you gonna call…?

For a time, Google Gold Product Experts and spam-fighters like Joy Hawkins, Ben Fisher, Jason Brown, and countless others, gave their free time over to helping business owners report spam for removal in the (soon-to-be-defunct for reasons I’ll come to) Spam and Policy board in the Google Advertiser Community Forum. Sure, you could tweet @GoogleMyBiz or message them on Facebook, but this was a great way to add plenty of detail around a spam report and engage with someone who really cared, one on one.

Then Google took over.

For reasons I’m not personally privy to (but would love to hear your theories about in the comments below), Google made the decision to close the GMB Spam forum and instead encourage people who discover spam to report it via a new online form, stating simply:

“We’ll close the Spam board on this community, so please use the new form to report spam-related issues.”

“Complaints submitted through this form will be reviewed in accordance with our guidelines for representing businesses on Google Maps.”

As sad as I was to see the forum close, I rather foolishly believed that this was a sign that Google was going to finally take spam seriously, writing on the BrightLocal blog at the time,

“This week Google finally took a big step towards acknowledging the damage GMB spam does to consumers and businesses alike.”

What a fool I was. I thought that having human staff at the other end of these complaints showed Google was starting to care more, and that the use of a standardized form meant that the process of actioning complaints would be simpler.

Sadly, right now it seems I was wrong. Just follow the popular #StopCrapOnTheMap thread on Twitter and you’ll see an even more steady stream of Local Guides and spam-fighters sharing sadly comic examples of particularly egregious and obvious cases of GMB spam.

Even before this new wellspring of spam, Joy Hawkins spoke on an InsideLocal webinar about the efficacy of making ‘suggested edits’ to spammy GMB profiles (now one of the only recourses for Local Guides trying to fight spam), saying:

“I think it works less and less. It used to work a lot better when Map Maker was around because peers could review your edits, but we’re seeing suggested edits being less useful in most cases. Google’s turnaround time is about 3-4 months, we’ve been finding.”

So we already have a case where:

Google My Business is critical to business success

People are taking advantage of its weaknesses

Google has made efforts to make the spam-fighters toothless

Spam still works, and “the situation is getting worse, not better” (as Joy Hawkins again testifies below)

Looking today, 20-30% of the listings ranking for a personal injury lawyer term in a major city were fake. The situation is getting worse, not better. #StopCrapOnTheMap

— Joy Hawkins (@JoyanneHawkins) March 11, 2019

Then lots and lots of Local Guides started having their accounts suspended for no apparent reason…

Nice job @localguides – 6 years of MapMaker and your program, Level 10 with over 100k edits, only to end up like this… pic.twitter.com/6bMzn0FGLj

— Michael W. Jones (@MJonesOTSC) March 7, 2019

The above is a particularly bad example of Local Guides being stripped of their accounts without reason. While Google’s aim might have been to automatically delete the accounts of Local Guides behaving dubiously (a noble aim, I’d add), when dedicated Local Guides are unceremoniously removed from the program without warning, one has to question Google’s overarching approach to spam removal.

As always, this all comes with the customary silence from Google.

So what can we do about it?

Although the above might come as depressing reading, I must stress that the vigilance of good SEOs trying to do right by their local business clients is very heartening to see, so there is hope.

Google might be clumsily breaking the tools in our spam-fighting arsenal, but we’ll always have heroes like Dave DiGregorio (below) to thank for helping to spread the word about other, clever ways to identify spam:

Great little tip: Looking for spam listings on Maps? Use the search operator ‘allintitle’ to find them easily

Ex: ‘allintitle:car accident lawyer’ https://t.co/gbsTt4i9jt

This will find GMB listings with ‘car accident lawyer’ in the title – which we know, are most likely spam pic.twitter.com/gYcvM9Mby7

— Dave DiGregorio (@deegs20) March 13, 2019

In the meantime, keep building up those Local Guide levels, keep suggesting edits, keep filling out Google’s “Business Redressal Complaint Form,” keep reporting spam to GMB Twitter and Facebook and stay positive.

I still have faith that one day, once Google realize that the issue is damaging trust in their products (and, obviously, stopping business from advertising with them), they’ll invest in far better technology to finally #StopCrapOnTheMap.

Opinions expressed in this article are those of the guest author and not necessarily Search Engine Land. Staff authors are listed here.

About The Author

Jamie Pitman is Head of Content at local SEO tool provider BrightLocal. He’s been working in Digital Marketing for nearly ten years and has specialized in SEO, content marketing and social media, managing successful marketing projects for clients and employers alike. Over this time he’s blogged his heart out, writing over 300 posts on a wide variety of digital marketing topics for various businesses and publications.

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