if the right-libertarians of the world were right about capitalism being human nature, then, in the immediate aftermath of the manchester bombing people with cars would’ve become taxi drivers, haggling about price to fear ratios.
but what actually happened was that taxi drivers became simply people with cars- offering rides to safety for whoever needed one. crises aren’t times for price mechanisms and monetary exchanges. what we actually saw was human nature in retrograde, the
recrudescence of the species essence, reverting to an unthinking, natural logic of from each according to their abilities to each according to their needs.
- it was base line communism.
this wasn’t reciprocity- the taxi drivers didn’t offer rides because they thought that they’d get something directly in return but because something within compelled them to do it. because it was the right thing to do. because we look after each other naturally and our instincts tend towards solidarity.
it’s the fact that this base line communism, of mutual support and solidarity is human nature that allows it to still exist in all of us, outside of the market and state and despite constant pressure to marketise every aspect of our lives, to consider everybody an evaluator or competitor-base line communism allows us to simply live.
it is humanity at its best, too often reduced to only appearing at the worst of times but one day it will win. it has to. and when it does we’ll see the best of ourselves all of the time.
10 Abusive Men’s conversational tactics every woman should be aware of:
1. Domination of conversation - at any cost
doesn’t matter what it takes - making up a story, repeating the same issue over
and over again, increasing the volume of his voice, calling you out on
unrelated-unreal issues, taking on a threatening pose to get your attention,
getting angry if you don’t carefully listen to what he has to say, throwing a
tantrum, accusing you of talking too much, beating down your words, I have even
seen abusive men cause fights because they wanted to dominate a conversation
with a woman. Last time I tried to talk to a woman, while abusive man was
standing next to her, he actually physically dragged her away, just so she
wouldn’t be able to get my attention, because I refused to give it to him
instead. In their minds, this is reasonable, because they feel we owe them that
much, and if we refuse to make them the center of attention, it’s aggression on
our part, and any action to beat us down to submission is acceptable and
“nothing else should be expected of him”.
2. “What I have to say is important at the
moment - every moment.”
trying to tell a story? He immediately comes up with a vaguely related story
that happened to someone he knew that is somehow suddenly more relevant than
what you wanted to say. You were trying to prove a point? He’s going to prove a
different point. You have a problem that bothers you? His much smaller problem
is bothering him much more, to the point where you have to feel bad for
bringing your problem up in the first place. You have an achivement you’re
proud of? Wait until you hear what he has done at some point in time that right
now feels more relevant to him. In his mind, what you have to say simply
doesn’t matter and it’s on him to figure out how to slowly bring that down to
you, so you’d finally shut up and accept that his confidence is to be
worshipped, yours beaten down.
3. Personal attack
be on you only if it makes you look bad. If you dared to insist that you’re
heard and given a basic bit of attention, or, heavens forbid, said something
that goes against his opinions and actions, you will immediately find yourself
under a personal attack. You’ll be called out on things that have nothing to do
with the subject. You will be deemed unfit to even speak about issues that
matter to you. Suddenly, even the issues that you have personal experience and
endless statistical data and proof, are not yours to speak of because “he
knows better”. You’ll be called slurs, humiliated, discredited, all your
knowledge of the subject will be perceived as “silly” and
“wrong”, not to mention you’re a horrible person for daring to speak
your mind on the subject. The point of personal attack is to make you look bad,
but you’re not supposed to notice how it makes him look way worse, you’re
supposed to feel rightfully called out and humbled, and fail to notice how your
basic human right of speech is being trampled on, how you’re being silenced and
hurt by emotional and psychological abuse by a man who found himself threatened
by truth you pointed out.
4. Double Standards
man” is an excuse not to listen, not to sympathize, not to offer
compassion, not to take responsibility for his actions, not to bother with
“woman logic”, not to question the consequences of his actions, not
to feel guilty for indulging in primarily male behaviour that harms women but
is excusable because “all men do it”. “You’re a woman” is
an excuse to hold you responsible for men’s actions, and obliged to please men,
to maintain your social value and appearance up to certain standards, to
fulfill all male expectations and fantasies and ideas about what you should be,
otherwise what good you are for? And even if you do all that, you’ll end up
reduced to a slur and disposed of whenever it pleases a man to do just that.
And don’t be surprised, what did you expect? They’re men.
5. Social Truth
statistics, experiences, facts, consequences and practical knowledge all have
zero value before men’s social perception of what’s going on. Men have already
decided that it’s them who’s suffering the worst. They’ve already decided
they’re the one who need better treatment and more privileges and liberation
from oppression. Men have affirmed this with each other, they’ve agreed amongst
themselves that women are oppressive, bother them too much, ask for too much,
don’t give them enough, don’t do enough for them. How could women expect for
their issues to be taken seriously when men don’t feel like they’ve done enough
for them? Men will offer you countless examples where he was expecting
something from a woman and she didn’t fulfil it, so how dare she imply she
could be the one who’s oppressed? How dare any woman claim anything about her
life, her body, her experiences, her problems? Men have already agreed they
know better, they feel confident about it because his friends and male
relatives and co-workers and bosses and acquaintances will all confirm to him
he’s exactly right, he’s telling the truth, how could some miser woman now
claim differently? She must be stupid. Truth commonly accepted among men will
ignore all evidence, all male privilege, all objective truth, all statistics,
all proof. They don’t examine it critically more than “is this going in
our favour” and that’s all they need to yell it from rooftops, to
violently shut down every woman’s voice claiming differently, speaking from
different perspective. They have support. They have backup. Countless men will
agree with them. It’s all they need. Truth doesn’t matter.
6. What they don’t consider lying
lying. If a lie needs to be told in order for a man to get something out of a
woman he otherwise wouldn’t get - it’s considered fair play, in his mind. How
could you blame him? After all, if he didn’t lie, he wouldn’t get what he
wanted? Isn’t this how all people do things? Isn’t it a way of life? How could
you expect him to tell the truth when it wasn’t going in his favour? He won’t
even feel guilty. But instead, if you don’t react to his lie the way you should
have - in his mind - then you are the bad one. How could you not believe his
word, give him your full trust and obedience and perfect reactions he so deeply
deserves? How could you even consider that he would lie to you? You don’t know
what’s real, you can’t act like he’s lying when you don’t even know if he is.
He is excused in saying any lie at all, but you aren’t allowed to doubt it,
otherwise how will he get what he wanted and feel completely free of guilt
while doing it? You should enable that much to a man, to lie and get away with
it, get all he wants, and to feel like a genius for tricking everyone in such a
cunning way. Oh, and you shouldn’t feel cheated and lied to because, you know,
it wasn’t personal, it was just so he could get what he wants, you weren’t a
person to him in this entire scheme, just a prop, you should feel stupid for
falling for it, but you know, it’s his win.
7. “I’m reasonable” voice tone
All your passion
and emotions that get out of you while you speak that would normally be a proof
of how important and valuable talking about this issue is to you, yet he
decides to perceive as you obviously spouting nonsense from being too
emotional. Does he know you’re telling the truth? Of course he does. Does he
know how being invalidated and accused of being “too emotional” and
“hysterical” hurts you? Of course he does. Does he care? No. All he
wants from you in that moment is to adapt to perspective that benefits him,
rather than the one you’re presenting - you know, the one that actually
expresses what’s going on and leads to acknowledgment and resolving of your
problems. He isn’t interested in you being in less pain or you speaking out the
truth, or you struggling less or you bringing to light how much you’re
struggling with. Be reasonable. Adapt male perspective. See yourself how men
see you. Quit having your own perspective, you know that’s not reasonable. Quit
showing emotions about an issue that is of a big personal value to you. Look at
me. I’m reasonable. You mean nothing to me. Your struggles mean nothing to me.
Be like that. Don’t mean anything to yourself. Be only a benefit to me. Then
you too can pretend all your issues are made up. After all your pain means
nothing in comparison to benefits we get from it. It’s easy to speak with
“I’m reasonable” voice and straight, emotionless face while talking
about an issue that doesn’t affect you whatsoever, and you don’t care about the
one who is affected, and benefit from what they’re suffering from.
8. “How can you call me out when there’s
be grateful he isn’t worse. He could do worse. He knows he could. He saw other
men doing much worse, and thought to himself “damn, I’m nice, this is how
things are done when women don’t listen” instead of, you know, intervening
and saving someone from abuse like a decent person would do. He saw how cruel
men are in other parts of the world. He made sure to remember it and inform
women what they could expect from worse men, to remind them to be grateful that
he, a nice man, isn’t like that. Now, if you’re going to call anyone out, you
should first make sure to call out every guy who is worse, otherwise how is
this fair towards him? If a guy who did worse isn’t called out, but he, the
“nice” guy is, that is the greatest injustice ever done to mankind,
and he will feel hurt and things will be unfair for him. What about you, you
ask? What about him hurting you that caused you to call him out in the first
place? Oh what’s fair to you doesn’t matter, you are the one who needs to make
the world fair for him, or, you know, he might get worse, and it will be
entirely your fault, since you didn’t arrange the world to be absolutely and
completely fair towards him.
9. “I decide how you should react/your
reaction is a provocation.”
behaviour is decided by his rules, and every single emotion, thought and action
you make should only be made in his convenience. It lies on the premise that
only he gets to be a human being and show his emotions freely and react the way
he wants, you unfortunately, do not get the human privileges, if you react the
humane way - get upset when you’re hurt, get angry when things are unfair and
infuriating, point out double standards, argue and demand that your word
matters too, want to have your feeling acknowledged or even argue that you have
a say in how you should be treated - you’ve overstepped, and suddenly you are
all wrong and whatever he does to you in return is what you deserved by provoking him. That’s, right, you being
a human being is a provocation, it’s a dangerous straying from the object
you’re supposed to be - that you are in his eyes, and you have to be
“shown your place”, because after all, his convenience is more
important than your life, and you’re only there to obey him and make him feel
good about himself. Even while he’s hurting you. Even while he’s using you.
Even while you’re reduced to a less than a human being.
10. “You haven’t considered this issue
from my perspective enough”
you should look at things from his perspective. But you do. There’s never been
a moment you didn’t consider his perspective. Just as there’s never been a
moment he has considered yours. And the mere idea of taking a moment to consider
your perspective - if he’s even aware that you can have one, and that your
words aren’t just there to be crushed until he gets his way - is offensive and
crazy to him. Instead, you get called out for not seeing things his way enough. As if you’re the one who is
inconsiderate and refusing to acknowledge that he is just a human and that you
can’t expect that much from him. But you’ve never forgotten that he’s a human.
And you never expected that much, just to not be continually hurt and used by
him, and to be treated like a valued human being. But suddenly this is too
much? Too much to expect from a fellow human being? Isn’t it a lot like he’s
forgotten you’re a human being, and calling you out on something that he
actually did? Cruel hypocrisy that he doesn’t even seem to notice because it’s
so natural and normal to him to call you out for his own wrongdoings, and to
attack you if you’re not willing to obediently take blame.
@women: If a man is
talking in this fashion he will get worse, not better. Ditch him at any cost.
@men: this was a list of abusive behaviour, if
you don’t do any of these, there’s no reason for you to feel called out, if you
do feel called out, I have bad news for you.
I wake up suddenly, instantly guilty that I managed
to literally pass out right in the middle of listening to Mulder waxing lyrical
on the potentiality of fate, of the different paths we are destined to take
throughout our lives; the paths in fact that we ourselves have taken to bring us right here to this point in time in
our strange partnership.
Sometimes I have trouble categorising exactly what it is we
share, what exactly is the product of our seven year history together that has
seen us fight and fall and push ourselves far away from each other so many
times; only to somehow always manage to re-connect once more?
More than once I have tried to rationalise
this thing we have, this us that is separate from our working
lives but at the same time, the threads of our professional history are still
wound tightly around us, refusing to fully separate, to allow us to be the
people we both yearn to be. I’m not
stupid, I know that a normal life can never be for us, that what others take
for granted – a home, a family, simple pleasures that are nothing and
everything at the same time – are distressingly unobtainable.
Because even if Mulder and I had chosen to
keep hold of the feelings for each other that we had denied for so long and
instead turned to others to help fill in the blanks in our lives that our work
on the X-Files had brought upon us, I still believe that those simple life
expectations could never be for us. Too
much has happened and too much has been lost and I came to realise a very long time ago that I could never risk bringing in
anyone from outside this frightening world we inhabit; that enough innocents
have been lost to our quest already. The blood on my hands is ever present and I know with a certainty that paralyses me
at times, that I will never be able to completely cleanse myself of the guilt I
carry around with me for the part I played in the destruction of the
relationships and the people I loved.
So I’ve been homeless for a bit now and a couple of days ago I was told that I’m welcome to stay at this place that’s essentially a trap house. Only it’s different than I expected. It’s like 3 apartments in one and everyone has a chore they do to keep the place clean, there’s running water and electricity, the bathroom and kitchen is fairly clean. Everyone has something they’re good at that they bring to the table to help the household out. Every one fills the fridge with food and this one lady here cooks meals for everyone because she loves to cook and it’s like having a 5 star meal! When someone gets an abscess or needs to go to the hospital we encourage each other to go or offer to take them or go along with them for support. When my neck was sore from the miss I got in it everyone asked if I was ok, brought me warm wet towels to apply on it, and asked me over the hours how it was healing.
Basically, it feels nice to feel like I’m apart of a family or like I have some place I belong for once.
sombramaker: sombra’s nails can shock and widow’s heart quickens from it. or anything with these two honestly, im not picky at this point they could look at each other’s general direction and i love it
Widowmaker/Sombra. Erotic electric boogaloo.
I really struggled with this, hence why it is very short and more talky than smutty. Writing Widow doesn’t come naturally to me I’m afraid.
Okay let’s do this (I have answered some of them, so I’m gonna cheat and use the old trick of copy-pasting ahha)
how did they first kiss?
Their first kissed happened six months after they got together. They take things slow, and yes, it took half a year for Bakugou to be comfortable with the thought of kissing. Kirishima is very patients with him. Their first kiss happened when they were watching some romantic movie. And Kirishima jokingly says he wants to kiss Bakugou, and Bakugou says okay, and they kissed. It wasn’t really sweet or anything like that. It was awkward and silly. Their noses and foreheads bumped against each other, Kirishima’s teeth almost caused minor accidents, and they were laughing afterwards. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best kiss they ever had.
who flirts more?
Kirishima. Bakugou does not understand the art of flirting. He thinks people are making fun of him when they try to flirt with him. He only understands flirting when Kirishima is flirting with him, and he dies a lot.
how did the relationship start?
It started two years after Kirishima confessed. Bakugou is slow in the uptake of that thing called feelings. Though they did remain very close friends even after Kirishima confessed. It was only when Kirishima is choking from soda that Bakugou realized that yeah, he’s in love with this guy.
Summary: “There had been discussions. The idea of another kid had come up once or twice, and the two of you knew that if you were able to get through the first year of Sofia’s life with all the bullshit that came with, that you could do it again.But the timing had never been right.”
Note: Remember when I said I was done with this? SURPRISE I’M TRASH SO HERE’S WHAT WILL HOPEFULLY BE THE FINAL PART. I meant to sit down and write something short to give you guys closure and then this monster of a thing happened (it’s the longest one I’ve ever posted so goal definitely not accomplished).
Word Count: 3,474 (WHY AM I LIKE THIS.)
I’m garbage, but enjoy!!!
You had never quite expected to find yourself absorbed in domestic life. It wasn’t the direction you had seen your life going, not when you were ten, and not when you were twenty-four. But here you were, with a husband and daughter whom you loved more than anything else on the planet.
Granted, you were still a dedicated career woman, spending your days in the studio with the Dance Theater of Harlem, speeding to get to work on time so you could always drop your kid off at school in the morning. Sofia was in the first grade now, and sometimes when you looked at her you saw the beginnings of a little person.
She would tell you and Lin about her opinions at the dinner table, and she made her own decisions about her outfits (a lot of which were crazy and all of which made you proud to have a daughter than genuinely didn’t care what anyone thought of her).
Sometimes she looked just like your sister when she talked—full of logic and passion. It made your heart fill up to the very brim.
Can I request a drabble about being good friends with shownu and both having feelings for each other and subtly always expressing it with like little touches but neither acting on it cuz of shyness and then one day shownu being brave and suprise kissing her. Like saying like "whatever" and grabbing her?
They sat together in quietness. The movie that was playing on the screen was irrelevant, they were fixated on how close their hands were together. This is how it always was.
Neither wanted to move away, but both were too shy to make the simple act of moving their hand some mere centimetres towards each other. That was the thing about being best friends, without the realisation; you slowly but surely fall for each other.
It’s not the case of, every woman and man that are best friends fall for each other, it just the simplicity that it does happen and it sucks when it does. How do you move that one step from being friends to being together?
Shownu was the quiet type. He was the loud and boisterous man who was majority quiet, confusing right? How can someone be loud but be quiet at the same time.
Shownu was the type of man who did everything that everyone wanted with such a pure heart that’s just irresistible and she couldn’t be any happier than being able to see it every day without fail.
She lived the fans dreams.
She got to see him during breaks of practice when he messages her to come around. She babies him, even though he is the father of the group- she just never wanted to be a part from him.
The funny thing was that everyone knew of their affections, everyone knew that she liked him and he liked her. They were just too slow to realise this. So, those subtle gestures and touches were all reasons just to be near each other, her sleight of hand that accidentally touches his. Shownu’s face blushing brighter than Jooheon’s personality. Yet, they still couldn’t admit it to each other.
Every day they met, the awkward first few seconds of whether they should hug or not, is a hand shake too formal? Is a hug too much? The possibilities were just endless and neither wanted to disrupt the flow that they had going.
They were so in love, but why couldn’t they see it themselves?
That’s the course of friendship, there were boundaries set without the realisation that there is any. Shownu didn’t want to overstep any lines that might make her wary of him, worried that he had feelings beyond friendship. He didn’t want her to find excuses not to be around him, he didn’t want her to be worried that he will be too bothered about his feelings than just spending time together.
He didn’t want her to feel out of place.
He was happy keeping his feeling hidden behind his masked stoic personality. This didn’t stop his fingers twitching from wanting to hold her hand. He wanted to stroke his thumb over the back of her hand as he told her how beautiful she looked in his hoodie with messy hair and sleep full eyes.
His heart hurt knowing that he couldn’t express these feelings of love to her, he wasn’t the massively romantic type but he did want to show her what she meant to him and it was over flowing and ready to explode out of his chest.
Little did he knew, she felt the same.
The hidden disguise that she had was evil. She hid behind the friendship barrier; she never knew how he was feeling because his face was blank most of the time. But this was his only guise.
She wanted to desperately hold onto him and never let go. She wanted to hold onto his lower face and kiss his full lips, she wanted to be in his embrace so badly. What she felt for shownu was something she wasn’t sure of, is this love? Was it just infatuation?
She didn’t care. She wanted to be there in his arms when he wakes up on a morning, his hair askew and his face puffy from sleep. She wanted to hear the thick sleep voice whisper good morning to her, she wanted to feel the softness of his lips on her forehead.
She wanted the bliss of it all.
The fear of breaking the imaginary wall of their friendship was to inducing for them, how could they break something that they’ve managed to keep for so long.
This all began many moons before the members pieced it together.
It started with the unregistered compliments, then the subtle touches and the need to be around each other. From the days of only seeing each other a few times a week to midnight walks around Seoul. The cold air clinging to her, Shownu feeling the protective need to keep her warm. Offering one of his many jackets while lecturing her about the weather.
It was all so subtle, all so unrecognisable until the day that Kihyun spotted the way that Shownu looked at her when she was with them. His eyes full of light, the clichéd little glimmer of being around the one you like; he was giddy like a school child on a sugar high.
He was aware of everything that she did without the thought of being so involved with it. He didn’t realise that he subconsciously watched every move she made; he enjoyed the time he spent laughing with her when he helped her learn their new choreography.
His arms that fit so nicely around her, how she moulded his body so perfectly to his. It was like they were so clearly made for each other, but that boundary, that imaginary line stopping things from being what things should be.
They should be wrapped up in each other’s arms being the couple that’s so in love that it makes others envious, Shownu wanted to show her his smile. The smile that graces his manly features so effortlessly.
She brings out the man with the giant pure heart.
So, the day things changed was the day that Shownu didn’t want to wait any more.
It was three am, a Saturday early morning. He was practising late, while the others left to go home. He worked until the sweat dripped from him and created the small puddles on the floor. He worked until his muscles ached out of protest, he worked so hard that the dear of collapse was there.
Gulping the water from his bottle greedily, the water soothes the dry feeling in his throat. The water was refreshing, it felt like an ice-cold water on a hot summers day- the gliding feeling down his throat to his stomach felt like the water-slide to heaven.
He’d just started his second water bottle when his phone chimed.
‘are you awake?’ three words is all it took to make his heart thumb like he’d just sprinted across a football field.
‘I’m practising, why?’
‘can I come over?’ thump thump thump- the rapidness grew.
‘sure’ that was it, his heart thumping beyond the point of possibility.
He danced until got there. His shirt sticking to him like glue does a surface- his hair wet from the perspiration.
The door to the practice room swung open with ease, she stood there in joggers and his jumper. All he could do was stare, she was beautiful even though she looked like she was dragged through a hedge backwards.
His knees felt weak just from looking at her.
He knew this feeling now, it was so blatantly clear and he didn’t know how he failed to realise it before.
He was in love with her.
“How are you still dancing now?” she threw herself onto the beanbag in the corner of the room with a grunt, Shownu smiled with content.
“If you don’t put the effort in, then you won’t get good results” he muttered, swinging his body around back to the mirror and dropped into another dance move flawlessly.
“I admire your work ethic, but it’s just exhausting looking at you dance” her voice was thick with tiredness. He could hear it, he peered at her in the mirror to see her slowly nodding off. He stood there with a shy smile, her eyes fluttered open and he stumbled slightly.
“Why don’t I teach you some moves? It might wake you up a bit” he gestured for her to stand next him.
“Why are you trying to make me exercise?” she pouted, but followed his thoughts anyway.
“Please for the love of god, make it easy” she whined. He laughed, she stared with a slight blush.
Ever since she walked into the room, she’d been self-conscious. Would she trip over the small ledge at the door and make a fool of herself? Would she be caught staring at him without realising?
How can she not? The man was a walking model. It was hard not to appreciate him.
Her heart leapt when he offered to teach her how to dance, but that was Shownu. He wanted to teach everyone something, he was the leader after all. She shrugged her over coat and was left in his hoodie. She knew he’d recognised it but he didn’t say anything. Instead he had a weird look on his face.
“completely irrelevant to you teaching me how to do this hellish dance, can I ask you a question?” Shownu chuckled at her choice of words.
“sure” he stood next to her, he towered over her.
“Since we’re best friends, what’s your thoughts on love” she rolled up one sleeve using only one hand, finding it was easier just to let them flap around while she moved, she gave up. Shownu caught the little movement and moved to grab her arm.
“here, let me” he started to roll up her sleeves.
“my thoughts on love, huh?” he looked at her for confirmation, she nodded simply.
You, he thought.
“I think love is where you want to protect something” he shrugged awkwardly. “I guess so” she sounded disappointed with his simple answer, she wanted to get any indication of feelings towards her. Were her hopes too high?
“there will come a time in your life when you will become infatuated with a single soul” Shownu caught her expression of surprise.
“what do you mean?” she itched her nose cutely, he wanted to kiss the tip of her nose.
“what I mean is that for this person? You’d do anything and not think twice about it. But when asked why, you have no answer for it” he stopped still for a second, and peered at her. She was staring at him intently. He took a small step forward, she didn’t notice.
“you could try your whole life to try to understand how this one person, just this one person, affects you as much as they do, but the beautiful thing about it is that you’ll never find out” he chuckled lightly, finding the small concept that is love to be amusing. He saw how she was looking at him, he saw everything right there and then.
“and no matter how much it hurt, or how much you hate it, you’ll love this person without regret, for the rest of your life” he shrugged again, finding it awkward just her staring at him.
“uh” she smiled shyly, he didn’t know that everything he just said is what she was feeling.
She had those small scenarios in her head of them two just going out and spending time together, drinking coffee in a remote café because he’s an idol. Both cosied up together with the members joking about around them.
“whatever” he grabbed her by the waist. He felt embarrassed at how incredible clichéd this is all seemed.
She saw that his face had softened, his lips were full and tempting, he didn’t waste time meeting them with hers.
They were kissing softly at first, the very first kiss. It wasn’t urgent like two lovers who were separated from each other, this wasn’t the kiss of lust and need. This was kiss of slowly grown love, the type of love that’s had time to ferment and be moulded into something- this was the kiss of realisation.
There were no fireworks, no stars and no whirlwind of heart shattering lust. They worked so perfectly together, there wasn’t a rush of a sort. They were at ease knowing that they had the time they need to let this be what it is.
She felt her heart pulse rapidly, hammering against her chest as his arms wraps tighter around her waist. The slight grunt of content he made, made her feel like this was worth the wait. She suddenly understood why people described this feeling to be melting because every inch of her body just dissolved into his. She wanted to be closer to him, not needy, and not full of pent up urge.
She just wanted to be with him, she felt so strongly for Shownu.
Shownu knew that this was right from the way she moved into him. The way she leaned into his body and kissed him back. He didn’t want to anything wrong, his heart beat with the pulse of nervousness but it all faded away when she wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt the same, that was what important.
He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead on hers. He heaved for breath, they weren’t kissing so intently that he needed air. The atmosphere of the anticipation of finally meeting lips with the woman who had walked into his thoughts every day, the realisation that this is what he felt for her made him feel like his nerves were electrified.
“It was about time” he muttered, he smiled shyly, cutely. Her heart merely thumped with the adoration that she held for him.
A/N: Hey, i hope this ok! Some shownu fluff is always good. Please let me know if it was ok, thank you :3
Dragon spirits are actually pretty varied and there doesn’t seem to be many good sources at all in working with them. So this is a little write up on things you can offer to your scaly guide! These are just things I have either heard of or experienced myself. You may find other options as well in your own journey!
As a whole for spirit working in general, incense is a pretty solid, simple and basic offering. I’ve even offered incense to my tarot cards before! But incense is something easy that you can offer to whatever dragon spirit you are working with. Dragon’s blood is one of my favorites, to be honest, because of the wonderful smell it has. But I have others as well like Sun incense by Hem. Each dragon may have its own preference so as you get to working with them more, you’ll learn which ones they like more! I also like to try and find an incense holder or box that appeals to my dragon guide!
Wax and oil burners
This is an alternative for incense if you need a flameless solution to give a scented offering! They also come in a variety of styles so you could very easily pick something that appeals to your dragon!
Candles are very good offerings as well to light in honor for your dragon. They are also great for fire dragons! Electric candles are also an option for those of you who need flameless solutions! Candles are pretty versatile and you could even anoint the candle with an oil or something for your dragon! One of my favorites is to use storm water!
Gems or Stones
It’s no secret that dragons like shinies! Gems are usually a safe bet all around but you may have some that do not really have a burning desire for them. Every dragon is different but so far for me, gems have always been appreciated. You can even get a nice looking box to keep them in and place on the altar. One of the great things about gem stone offerings is that when you are heading out but you want some extra strength or comfort, you can ask your dragon and take one of the stones with you if they are ok with it! I’ve done this quite a few times and it’s really comforting to have.
Obviously, this is going to be for when you are of age. But wine has been a good go to offering for me with my dragons. A nice red would likely be good for fire and earth dragons and a white wine would probably be good for air and water dragons. But this can also all come down to unique taste. You can leave it on their altar for a while or you can drink it in their honor/with them!
Tea and Coffee
This is the one I tend to use the most since I drink one or the other everyday. It’s pretty basic and nice to leave! Coffee is my biggest one but I like to use tea when I’m looking to calm down. Especially wrapped in blankets and when I invite my dragons to curl up with me.
Some dragon spirits like little treats, sweets, snacks and food. One of my previous dragon guides had a penchant for Nutty Bars. However you can do something as simple dedicating your dinner to them before you eat. This is something that you can do anywhere, even when you are far away from your altar. Some dragons may not so big into this one but it is definitely an option!
This is something that I really like to offer to any spirits I’m working with. You can play something from your ipod for them, you can play an instrument for them or you can sing for them. Singing is one of my favorite things to do for my dragons. I do have a bamboo flute I might play around with but I can’t really play it. But still, my dragons have usually appreciated the gesture. I know a few tiny tunes I can play for them. :3
You can work spells for them and in their honor! I have found this is a great way to feel closer to dragons. You can also ask them to help you with a spell and work side by side. You can do a few things with this idea and that means it could also be very personalized!
I personally feel like this is a more close, serious offering. Intimate is not quite the word but for lack of a better one, it will do. You are, in essence, offering up a art of yourself so that is highly personal and I think this is something that should be done when you are REALLY close to your dragon. You may disagree but that is my opinion. But energy is a viable option.
Crafts / Extracurricular Activities
If you have a hobby, be it painting, drawing, running or anything you can make something for your dragon spirit or you can dedicate your time towards the things you love in honor of them. I like to dedicate walks to my dragons and ask them if they would like to accompany me.
There are alot of things that could be given in offering. Sometimes they will tell you something specific that they want or point out to something that they like and want. It can be a random object they see, a song or something else. My dragon, Rivaz, actually likes for me to play video games for him. It started when he heard Skyrim music and he liked it and he wanted to know where it was from. So now I sometimes game it up for him! Just talking with your dragon can really help you learn more about what they want and feel closer to them.
After the battle, Tauriel held Kíli’s hand
while the dwarvish physician stitched up the gash over his ribs. It was a
painful business, but it helped to have her there to be brave for.
Probably if Fíli had been with him instead, he’d have made a fuss over
each needle prick, but he certainly couldn’t have Tauriel thinking he
was no better than an infant, especially since he already was so very
much younger than she.
So he schooled the pain from his expression and kept his eyes on her
face. Her own look was sympathetic and sweet, and she did not seem to
care that he crushed her fingers in his own.
“Sorry,” Kíli murmured, releasing her hand when the final stitch was tied off and the physician was putting away his tools.
Tauriel shook her head, dismissing his need for apology. Then she
leaned forward and, right there in front of the half-dozen other dwarves
in the medical tent, she kissed him.
It was strange. At first, you and Draco couldn’t stand to be in the same room as each other, let alone be in a relationship, but now… it was different.
You weren’t together, not just yet, and still nobody knew of the engagement, but whenever you were alone you’d act like you had both already been married for countless years.
He’d be sweet to you - something you weren’t quite used to yet - and send you discreet smiles and smirks from across the room.
You felt as though he completed you, like it was fate you were brought together. It was a peculiar feeling - barely 6 months ago, you hated him. If someone had told you back in September that by March you’d be sneaking around with Draco Malfoy, snogging in broom closets, you’d have told them they were crazy.
It’s funny how life can be sometimes.
There was just one small, tiny problem with everything. Whilst you and Draco didn’t want everyone knowing about your arranged marriage, or even that you were friends, there was just one person who did know.
And she came with a pug face and a name of Pansy Parkinson.
She knew what she was doing. Ever since she came across you and Draco snogging in a supposedly hidden corner, every time you’d see her, she’d have a giant smirk on her face.
She was a conniving, evil little cockroach, who knew what she wanted, and how to get it.
From your place at the end of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, you could see Pansy sat almost on top of Draco’s lap, and Draco… well, he didn’t seem to be doing anything about it.
He couldn’t do anything about it.
As far as Hogwarts knew, Draco and Pansy were a couple, and no one had any idea that you were to be Mrs Malfoy by the end of the year.
But Pansy… she had her own ideas. Aside from the fact she just caught her boyfriend cheating on her with a girl who he was to marry, she seemed surprisingly upbeat, and did what any other sane person would do in that situation.
At first, she had screamed, yelled at you both.
“Oh Merlin! What on earth are you doing?!” You instantly pulled away from Draco, breathing unevenly as you saw the shocked face of his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.
“Pansy!” Draco exclaimed with wide eyes, “I was just… this wasn’t… I didn’t..”
“You were cheating on me! And with… that!” Pansy shrieked in disbelief, “You don’t even like her! What did you do to him?!” She turned to you.
You stood, frozen. “Actually, Pansy, me and Y/n are.. engaged,” Draco said, glancing at you as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back with a grimace on your face.
“Engaged?! You’re engaged?! Oh my! Oh!” Pansy stood, unmoving, for around 4 minutes, until a smirk slowly graced her face.
You and Draco glanced at each other, and gulped.
“Who else knows about this little… situation?” She asked, twirling her hair around her finger. “N-No one,” you replied reluctantly.
“Perfect!” She grinned evilly, “Then I suggest a proposal.” “What kind of proposal?” You narrowed your eyes, not trusting her. “For my ever so kind offer not to tell anyone about this,” she gestured between you and Draco, “I will need something in return.”
She paused, dramatically flicking her hair back over her shoulder, “Draco has to continue dating me - and only me.”
You met Draco’s gaze and nodded sadly. He turned to Pansy, “Deal.”
As long as Draco continued to date Pansy, she wouldn’t tell a soul about what happened.
She knew what she wanted all right. And she knew just how to push all your buttons at exactly the right time.
You saw her place a kiss on Draco’s cheek, and watched him smile at her.
It was an hour later when you finally left the Great Hall, and made your way back to the common room. Recognising the familiar blonde hair, you glanced around, making sure it was just you and Draco alone, before bringing up your concerns.
“Did you see the way Pansy was acting at dinner? She’s really milking this one, isn’t she,” You said with an eye roll.
Draco looked up at you, but was silent, his facial expression stoic. Your frowned, “What? Is there something wrong?”
He paused, before replying, “It’s nothing.” You sat down on a couch opposite him, and glanced at him, narrowing your eyes a little, “Draco… are you okay?”
He gulped, “I’m just… confused, that’s all. About the whole Pansy thing. I mean, I’ve been spending a lot of time with her recently… and… it’s actually been quite… nice. She’s not as irritating as most people think. She’s kind when no one’s around.. and she’s pretty.”
You gulped harshly, pushing down your anger, and instead opting for a more sarcastic joke, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in love with her.”
You saw him hesitate, his blue-grey eyes not looking into your own, then he slowly nodded.
“Wait… what?!” You breathed out in shock and disbelief, “What?!”
“There'sasmallchanceImaystillhavefeelingsforher,” Draco mumbled, again not meeting your gaze.
“I… I cannot believe you,” you said in a shaky voice, “You mean to tell me that you said you’re in love with me but really you love another girl?! Are you crazy?!”
Draco looked pained, “I-I don’t know! I’m confused about my feelings.” “So you lied to me about loving me?!” “No! Of course not!”
“Evidently you did, because now you’re basically saying you’re not sure about who you love! Why did I trust you? You’ve made my life living hell since I met you, of course you weren’t being honest!” You hissed, not only angry at him, but at yourself for believing him.
“No, no listen! I do love you! I just… I also love her..”
You paused, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, before opening them again. Gathering the courage to ask, you finally spoke, “Who do you love more?”
It started two years after Kirishima confessed. Bakugou is slow in the uptake of that thing called feelings. Though they did remain very close friends even after Kirishima confessed. It was only when Kirishima is choking from soda that Bakugou realized that yeah, he’s in love with this guy.
9. do they act different in public and at home?
They actually don’t. They’re both very natural around each other, just like the way there are since the beginning. Sure the more intimate things like kissing only happens at home, but other than that, everything is basically the same.
15. what habits of the other drives them crazy?
Bakugou’s habit of asking anyone he just met if they wanted to fight him. Because seriously, he always does this omg.
Kirishima’s habit of living his socks everywhere drives Bakugou insane.
18. who uses all the hot water?
Kirishima does. Bakugou actually don’t use them. He doesn’t like bathing with hot water because he gets sick, so he lets Kirishima use them all.
23. who steals the blankets?
There’s no need to steal a blanket when Bakugou is a human furnace, in Kirishima’s most humble opinion. Bakugou on the other hand, would like to steal that blanket because Kirishima’s body temperature is lower than normal, thank you very much.
31. what do they do when they’re away from each other?
Actually, they call each other but not all the time. They allow each other to do their individual thing, and both are always content to just hear the other’s voice whenever they could. There are no constant updates of what they are doing because they may be together, but they are also separate people. Though if one is on a trip (say with their respective family), they send pictures to make the other jealous (”This place looks nice; I bet you wish you were here.”)
42. what are little gestures they do for each other?
The soft, gentle, and comforting touches they offer each other when one needs comfort. The way Kirishima remembers what each smallest shift in Bakugou’s body language mean. The way Bakugou runs his fingers on Kirishima’s hair when Kirishima is upset by something, like a mission gone wrong. Those kind of things.
46. (added) morning routine?
Kirishima is the only one who actually had a morning routine tbh. Bakugou sleeps till noon, and Kirishima knows not to wake him up. Though he would watch Bakugou sleep before he gets off their bed.
1.how did they first kiss?
It was actually an accident. See, Todoroki tends to not pay attention to where he was going, and sometimes, when you don’t pay attention… you tend to bump in to someone.. namely Kaminari Denki aka the crush.
8.do they have pets?
They want to have one, a cat maybe, but they don’t know if they can take care of it. So no. They don’t have a pet.
19.who does most of the cleaning?
No one can trust Todoroki and Kaminari to clean after themselves. Their apartment will look like a dump site if not for their good bro.
25.who does the groceries?
Not Todoroki; he had no idea how to grocery shop, and certainly not Kaminari; he will overspend on unnecessary things.
It’s Bakugou. Save him.
27.who leaves their stuff lying everywhere?
Both of them oh my god. Socks everywhere. Worn clothes on the coffee table.
35.how often do they go on dates?
No time for “real” dates, but their dates always mean “doing something together that isn’t hero duties”
41.what would they do if the other one was hurt?
It really depends on what kind of hurt. Hurt caused by their own clumsiness? Kaminari would be laughing his butt off at Todoroki; when it’s Kaminari who’s hurt, Todoroki will just pat him on the head or something. But when it’s caused by someone else? Well there’d be hell to pay. Hurt Kaminari in anyway and Todoroki will not hesitate to use his fire side to burn the culprit to crisp.
44. do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time?
They definitely see each other enough. They share an apartment after all. Plus, they do work on the same hero agency. So they definitely see each other all the time.
“It’s nice to see you again Handsome.” I giggle at J as he comes to pick me up from Arkham.
He smiles, showing his flashy grill, “Mmm it has been long,” he says while wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me in closer. As he walks me out of the grungy building to the bright shiny Lamborghini I get excited, know that I wouldn’t be staying there anymore.
Once home I swing open the passenger door and run into the huge home. I had forgotten how amazing this place was. How the light would reflect off of all the marble and light up every room. ‘Where is Brooke?’ I hustle into the kitchen glancing around for her, looking out into the backyard, she wasn’t there. As I’m getting ready to head upstairs to look J grabs me as I zoom past the front door.
“Hold still Y/N! A little more work than expected was done to you.” He laughs, grabbing a hold of my shoulders and sitting me down on the couch.
“Where is Brooke?” I was frantically looking around the room and over my shoulders, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
J let’s go and takes the seat next to me, “She’ll be back.” A light reflects off of the small corner of something from J’s pocket.
“What is this?” I ask while snatching it from him.
“Your phone. Logan’s, Brooke’s, some of the guards, and my number is on there. Those are the only people allowed to be on this phone. Do I make myself clear?” He asks, slightly tilting his head down and giving me a ruthless look.
I swallow down the small ounce of fear in me, “Why of course.” I bow my head at him like I was his servant. I thought it was funny but once my head came back up J had an unamused look drawn across his face. I laugh a bit, “Yep!” I say in a perky voice as I grab his neck and kiss him. We sit there locked in the moment as he lays me across the couch, his body on mine. He grabs my arms and holds them above my head to the arm of the couch as his other is working its way down my chest. He slowly unzips my pants and pushes them down, followed by my underwear rubbing his fingers on my clit. This man knew how to get me wet in seconds. I can feel him smile softly as he thrusts two fingers into me.
He let’s out a soft growl, “It’s been so long baby.”
I look up and his eyes were like sparkly blue diamonds, and the way they looked at me made me melt. “I know daddy.” I groan as my head falls back onto the couch. He lets go of my arms as he reaches down, wrapping his hand around my neck, lifting my head back up towards him. He pushes me up the couch so my head was now resting on the arm as he starts to slide down my body. His hand wraps around my thigh squeezing it tightly and moving his tongue the rest of the way down. I scream his name, not caring who was home or who might hear it. “Daddy..” I say while grabbing a hold of his fluorescent green hair.
His eyes shoot up at me, giving me permission to cum. With that my back arches up as a feel myself release to him. I had missed this feeling. I started to laugh as J slid off of the couch and I sit up. As he kneels down grabbing my knees he says, “Clean up, Brooke will be home soon.” As he goes to stand up he kisses me on the forehead and heads upstairs to his office, having Logan and one other guard stand outside of the door.
I head to our room to change into some normal clothes, I was so glad to open my closet and see all of the beautiful clothes that J had bought right before I had left. I grab a tight fitting silver dress with a low cut back and some dark purple leather heels from the closet and put them on. Since I hadn’t been able to do my hair in a while I go into the bathroom and start to curl it. Once finished I was sure that J would let us go out tonight. I walk out to Logan and the other guard to see what J was doing.
“Sorry but you can’t go in there Y/N.” Logan says while holding his arm out to me.
I brush him off and try to see if the other guard would let me in. “I’ve never met you before, what’s your name?” I ask him, biting my lip a bit and twirling my hair around my finger tip.
Logan gives the guard a stern look as he stiffens up a bit. “My name’s David.” He wouldn’t even give me eye contact.
I gently grab a hold of his cheek, tilting his head down towards me. “David, that’s a great name. How long have you worked for Mr. J?” I ask, getting a little bit closer to him.
“Logan and I started together about a year ago.” He slowly lifts his head back up, I could tell he was trying really hard not to let me get into his head.
“Well David, here is the thing. I just got back from not seeing my handsome man for a few weeks and I would really like to spend time with him. Could you please let me?” I smile at him, resting my hands behind my back and rocking on my tippy toes, trying to play the innocent card.
He glances over at Logan and Logan let’s out a small sign. “Fine Y/N, only for a few minutes. Deal?” He gives me a hard look, letting me know that he was being serious.
“Deal!” I screech out, reaching up and giving Logan a kiss on the cheek. The two men stepping to the side to let me in J’s office.
As I slowly open the door I hear J say from the other side, “Who the fuck…” he pauses once he sees me. He face goes from pissed to innocent when he stands up and kisses me on the forehead. “Y/N I have work to do. Can this wait?”
“J, I want to do something. I haven’t seen you in so long.” I put on a puppy dog frown as a sit at the chair across from his desk.
He walks back over to his computer and start typing quickly, pausing for a moment and looking up at me, “I really can’t. This man, he is fucking me over. He is the number one gang leader in Midway City. I need to tear him down, so I don’t have time.” He went straight back to typing, not paying anymore attention to me.
“Are you serious J? You send me away for weeks and when I get back it’s like I don’t even exist. I might of well just stayed at Arkham.” I throw myself up from the chair, resting my arms on the table as I shout down at him.
He stands up slowly, his chair rolling back into the wall behind him. Giving me a rough look he exclaims, “Not now. Get out.” He waves his hand to the door.
“Fine! Have fun with your business J, I’m going out.” I leave the room, slamming the door shut behind me. Logan gives me the look of ‘I told you so’ and I just brush it off. “I need a ride!” I am anxious to get out and do something different for a while.
Logan and David look at each other and Logan asks, “Does Mr. J know you are leaving?”
“I told him. I am leaving either way. So who is driving?” I glance at Logan and then over at David, waiting for either of them to offer.
“You take her, but watch her the entire time.” Logan says to David as he hands him a set of keys to one of the vehicles. We walk down the stairs and out the door, I wait on the sidewalk for David to pull up. I hear the roar of the matte black Lamborghini as he pulls up to the curb next to me.
I step in the passenger seat, closing the door behind me as I look over at David, “So, where are we going?’
He gives me a confused look, “What? You were the one that asked for a ride, you tell me.” He wraps his hands around the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.
“I just wanted to get out of there. Let’s just drive around town.” As soon as I say that we launch forward. I didn’t know David that well so I decided I would ask him questions, prying into his life a bit.
“What made you start working for J?” That was always my favorite question to ask people because nobody is born into the life of a gang member, they have to be taught it.
“We kind of grew up together. My father was one of his guards when we were little. I was the only kid in the ‘family’ that was his age so we hung out a lot. Once we both got a bit older the guards would take us on missions with them. When I was 17 we went on a mission and I got extremely hurt, ending up in the hospital for a few months. When I got out I just never went back, I’m not really sure why. I had a job at a bank for a while when J called me out of the blue one night. My father had been killed on their mission that night and he was wondering if I wanted to see his body before they buried him. Of course I went to the burial and that is when J asked me to come back. I had missed the life a bit, the excitement of holding a gun towards someone. That leads the story to today.” He didn’t look at me much when he told me the story. I couldn’t tell if it hurt him or if he just wasn’t one to make much eye contact.
“That’s neat that you have known him that long. I’m also sorry about your dad.” Just in case it did hurt him I decided I would try to comfort him.
He looks at me and smiles, “That’s alright, he wasn’t much of a dad more of a boss.”
As he looks back at the road I see his eyes widen quickly. I turn to look at the road and I see the two bright lights of a semi coming towards us as our car starts to break hard and tries to skid out of the way.
Total darkness. It was like the world had froze over for moments.
I hear the muffled sound of sirens as my eyes open slightly. I see people running all around the mangled vehicle. I look down at my body and see myself laying in a puddle of blood. I try to stand up, taking a few dizzy steps as I hold my head. A man looks at me and as he starts to run towards me I watch as the world goes dark again.
Let’s get one thing straight right now. There’s no such thing as a “bad sign.” Unnecessary hate towards any of the signs is stupid and it’s holding back the astrology community. Let’s embrace our good qualities and our flaws equally, because every sign has them‼️‼️‼️
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With sharp red eyes remaining fixed, a young soul felt both strain and relief as he gazed at the fine silhouette slowly approaching him, lust and loath both building within him. Though even with the hesitation within his system, it truly was a beautiful silhouette he had laid his eye upon; the outline of someone so stunning and gorgeous that any living soul could rest soundly once acquainted with her. It was the blessed outline of someone who Tobirama had met long ago, yet now was trying to avoid ever since the moment he heard of their presence due to the prior knowledge of her ways, though it was to no avail. Slightly tightening his grip on the half burned cigarette, the businessman scoffed to himself, shaming himself and the girl, already well aware of how the night was going to end. He knew that he stood no chance against the fallen angel; a woman with heavenly beauty, but hellish desires, though he couldn’t deny that he didn’t wish the same as she.
Taking another drag at the sin, Tobirama did his best to resist the other sin coming into the room, hoping to enjoy his last few moments of sanity, though there wasn’t much hope for him now. You hadn’t even laid eyes upon him, but he already felt those piercing orbs pulling him under, dragging him down to hell. He felt that look you’d always give him, bypassing the strong and noble front he always put and looking into the soul of a starving god, needing something more than the petty wonders of the material world. He hadn’t even seen your actual being yet, but he was already being transported back to the last time you two had met. The Senju could feel the hot breath against his body, the delicate hands running circles against his skin, the devilish smirk upon red lips gliding against sensitive skin. Fuck. He hated what you did to him, but you were the only one who was able to take him to such a level, and that was something he refused to lose.
When the reality came to play, Tobirama couldn’t say that he didn’t feel anything for you. If that had been said, then the greatest lie of his life would have been created, yet he didn’t love you. No, not one bit. Deep down, there was something about you that pulled him in, something that no other being seemed to possess, but it wasn’t love that he felt for you, for that was something the he would never accept in his lifetime.
Hell, he was Tobirama Senju: he didn’t need anyone; he didn’t desire anyone. He was too stubborn and too strict to care enough about petty things such as love and trophy wives. That’s what set him apart from all the other business lords and such; it’s what made him strong. They wanted a beautiful doll to call their own and have to toy with whenever they pleased. They wanted to run the world, but have a pretty face to fall back upon when they got tired. Every single one of them wanted to have both, yet those petty lovers who did nothing were something that Tobirama had no desire for. He wanted to run the world alone, not with someone by his side, that was something that he had made clear years ago before he was ever even introduced to you.
And you certainly were not one who wished to rule the world with him, if anything you wanted to take the world away from him and make it your own, but then again maybe that’s what made you so damn desirable to the Senju. To him, you were the embodiment of evil, cunning and beautiful, able to lure any damned soul into your welcoming arms, completely prepared to give them all of their desires and dreams while simultaneously making them hate themselves. You were everything he hated, but also everything the he prided himself in being, an ideal so ironic that it pained him. You were Tobirama’s devil, yet he was never meant to be yours.
* Thayne Jasperson × Reader
* Modern rpf
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader confesses to him but he rejects her and then he sees her getting close with Daveed or Jon or something and realizes he made a mistake and he actually really likes her.
A/N: so this got long…only cause I had like a bunch of different ideas I wanted to add, and I still left out one. But there’s a bonus scene that I wrote because I wanted to include the thing but it didn’t really blend into the story. So I made it an extra little scene. So enjoy!
Word Count: 3,836
You stared across the stage, biting your bottom lip nervously. “Just do it.” Jon urged you.
“Seriously. What do you have to lose?” Daveed asked.
You huffed. “My dignity.”
“Ugh ok. Y/N, Thayne is literally the only person who would feel bad for rejecting someone.” Daveed told you.
You were standing off stage with Daveed and Jon watching Thayne, who was across the stage laughing with Pippa and Lin. You had a crush on him for a while now. Daveed and Jon were the only two who knew. And they decided to urge you to ask him out. “Look, I’ll ask him after rehearsal today.” You promised.
“We aren’t letting you or Thayne leave until you do.” Jon warned.
“Threat received. Chill Jon.” You calmed him. He merely shrugged.
“He’s only threatening because you’ve whimped out at least three times now.” Daveed told you.
summary: yusuke and botan have a conversation about immortality. because neither of them are good at decorum, they have it over kuwabara’s grave. kuwabara wouldn’t care. probably.
notes: hello yu yu hakusho, my first fandom, my forever love, home to my favorite shonen protagonist and favorite mentor in anything. @wuzzyletoastermac is a terrible influence. gen, looooong post-series, discussions of death. yusuke and botan brotp, 1800 words
Yusuke stops aging at some point. Or stops aging visibly at least—he never looks as dignified and ageless as Kurama, or as young and pissy as Hiei, instead wavering between too young to drink and too old to not know better. But eventually, Kuwabara looks at him, dressed in old jeans that shouldn’t be as flexible as they are, then back to himself with salt streaks in his red hair, and says, “Shit, Urameshi, you stay young and you still don’t look as good as me.”
Then there’s a time when someone mistakes him for Keiko’s grandson and she still hasn’t stopped giving him shit for it. Decades dead, and Botan is still popping by with messages: Yusuke do you still have a thing for older women? Is that your big secret?
It is her fault, too, ripping into his ear for not showing up for her birthday party just because Demon World had been a little preoccupied with an influx of stupid in the form of militant invaders from another dimension, like a video game gone terribly bad. She’s eighty-one. She’s had eighty-one birthdays, she’d have eighty-one more if Yusuke has anything to say about it.
Needless to say, she doesn’t. If there’s one thing Yusuke’s learned in his impossible life, it’s that people die, and most of the time, they stay dead. Him and Kurama, he’s still not sure if they’re the lucky ones, or the ones that got scammed.