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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Twenty-Four

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four: Celebrations

Summary: (Y/N) meets Saiki's grandfather, and his friends celebrate his birthday.

Mouse Note: Thank you so much for everyone's support on this series, it means the world to me. Don't worry, the story isn't over, we'll return to Saiki and MC soon, but first I'm going to have an AOS! Logos and Pathos book and then a One Hell of a Love book and maybe some other things going on. I hope you guys enjoyed, I was super surprised by the support of this book, but it was so wonderful, and I hope you guys like this end

(Y/N) walked through the shopping center, humming along to the song playing in their earbuds. They had gotten all the ingredients and supplies to try making macarons, so now all that was left was to go home and make them.

Should I bring them to school and hand them out to people? thought (Y/N). In that case, I should get some bags to put them in.

They paused as they passed a sad-looking man sitting dejectedly on a bench. “Excuse me, sir, are you lost?” they asked, stepping forward.

“Huh?” The grey-haired man looked up. “What do you want?” he said grumpily.

“I was wondering if I could help you at all,” said (Y/N), still friendly. They were used to people being rougher around the edges—Saiki was like that.

“I don’t need any help. Leave me alone,” huffed the man.

In a store nearby, Saiki was struck by a sudden feeling—something was going on with his grandfather. While his mother watched his grandmother try on teenager’s clothing, Saiki slipped out to check on his grandfather. He rounded a corner to look at where Grandpa Saiki had been left to fend for himself. Saiki nearly groaned. (Y/N) was speaking to him. Somehow, his family—weird as they were—kept meeting (Y/N). (Yes, his parents both liked (Y/N), but this was his tsundere grandfather. He couldn’t let (Y/N) get scared off by Grandpa Saiki’s outward rudeness). Saiki needed to intervene before Grandpa Saiki hurt (Y/N)’s feelings.

“Well, sir, you look lost, and I don’t want to leave you to fend for yourself. Are you positive you’re alright?” asked (Y/N), smiling. “I know Shibuya can be a bit confusing sometimes. I got lost the first few times I visited.”

Grandpa Saiki stared at (Y/N), still so friendly despite him being rude. “…I’m just waiting for my family. They went in without me.”

“That’s too bad,” said (Y/N).

“I fought with my grandson,” admitted Grandpa Saiki.

Saiki stared in shock. (Y/N) had easily gotten along with Grandpa Saiki. It seemed everyone they met liked (Y/N) (or almost all). Not that Saiki could blame anyone. He liked them for a reason (innumerable reasons, actually).

“That’s too bad,” said (Y/N), sitting down next to Grandpa Saiki.

“He’s seventeen years old, and he’s my adorable grandson,” said Grandpa Saiki sadly.

“You seem to care about him a lot,” said (Y/N).

“But we fought, and now he doesn’t like me,” said Grandpa Saiki.

“I’m sure he still cares about you,” said (Y/N) encouragingly. “Families have little quarrels all the time. You just have to make it up to him so that he knows you’re sorry about it all.”

“But how?” said Grandpa Saiki.

“A gift is always appreciated,” said (Y/N). “And if you want, I could help you pick something out. Your grandson and I are the same age, so maybe we have similar interests.”

Saiki watched all of this unfold, dumbfounded. Grandpa Saiki was never so reasonable, and somehow, (Y/N) was handling him like any other person—easily, kindly. Curious, Saiki followed (Y/N) and Grandpa Saiki as they walked into a store.

“What does your grandson like?” asked (Y/N). “Clothes, accessories, games, sweets?”

“I’m not sure,” said Grandpa Saiki. “I know that he wears barrettes and glasses with all of his outfits and that he likes when my wife bakes.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “He sounds like my friend. He really likes sweets and has glasses.”

You’re so observant and yet so oblivious, thought Saiki fondly.

(Y/N) led Grandpa Saiki to the grocery aisle of the store to show him the options for sweets. “There are brownies, cupcakes, coffee jellies, candy, all sorts of things. What do you think?”

“Hm…I’m not sure,” said Grandpa Saiki. “What does your friend like?”

(Y/N) laughed. “Well, my friend is really unique and has an obsession with coffee jelly. But I don’t know if every teenager has the same tastes as Kusuo.”

Grandpa Saiki perked up. “Kusuo? As in Kusuo Saiki?”

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“That’s my grandson,” said Grandpa Saiki. I met one of my beloved grandson’s friends!

“Really?” (Y/N) laughed. “What a coincidence! I’m his friend, (Y/N) (L/N).”

“It’s nice to meet any of my grandson’s friends,” said Grandpa Saiki.

You’re only saying that because you met (Y/N). They’re the best of my friends, thought Saiki. They’re the one he loved.

“It’s a pleasure to meet his family,” said (Y/N), bowing politely. They grinned. “And now you know exactly what to get him!” They nodded to the coffee jelly. “Get him some coffee jelly and he’ll forgive you for anything.”

“Thank you,” said Grandpa Saiki, picking up a package. “You’ve been a great help,” he said as they headed towards the counter to pay.

“Of course,” said (Y/N). “Tell Kusuo I say, ‘hi!’ ” They bowed. “And, again, it was nice meeting you.” With a final wave, they headed off.

Saiki watched his grandfather pay for the package and walked out. Somehow, this situation had turned in Saiki’s favor.

When (Y/N) is involved, everything gets better.

That night, as he ate his grandfather’s apology, he smiled and thought of (Y/N)’s kindness.

Saiki sighed as he got up to leave class. Everyone had been bothering him today. Even minor characters like Amp and Kusuke had made an appearance. The cameos were off the charts, and Saiki knew that meant trouble, so he wanted to escape.

Additionally, though, people had been acting strangely around him. His friends (bothers) weren’t hanging around quite as closely as normal and avoiding being around him. Ordinarily, that would be a good thing, but…

“Hey, pal, let’s go home together. The runt says we should talk about tomorrow,” said Nendou.

“Wha—?!” Kuboyasu stared at Nendou in alarm.

“You idiot!” said Kaidou. “What are you doing?! That’s not what we planned.”

“Huh? But it’s my pal’s—”

“Shut up! Let’s go,” said Kaidou, dragging Nendou towards the door.

“Come on, you guys,” said (Y/N), ushering them away. “Bye, Kusuo! See you tomorrow!”

Saiki sighed. With his telepathy, he knew exactly what was going on, and despite his current respite from their bothersome schemes, it was just going to come around and become an even bigger problem for him in the long run.

Yare yare.

“Nendou made me nervous,” said Kaidou as he looked out the window with the group by his side.

“He almost ruined our plan,” said Hairo, shaking his head.

“You almost ruined it, too, Chiyo,” warned Teruhashi.

“I let my guard down. I’ll be more careful,” said Yumehara.

“So where’s Nendou?” asked Kuboyasu.

“I sent him home. With his brain, he can’t keep up with this plan,” said Kaidou.

“That’s for the best,” said Hairo.

“We’ve been preparing this for a week,” said Kaidou gravely. “We can’t afford to fail.” He unraveled the plans. The top read “Operation: Surprise Birthday Party for Kusuo Saiki.” “We can’t afford to fail. Now, let’s start the strategy meeting…for Operation Surprise Saiki, which is taking place tomorrow!”

(Y/N) shook their head and chuckled. They had tried to intercede, but at this point, they were going to let the plan go through. They’re all put too much work into it.

“Tomorrow, after school, Aren and I will lure Saiki to the location of the party, which is my house,” said Kaidou. “We won’t talk about his birthday at all. When we get to my house, I’ll go get something to drink, Aren will take him to the room. When the time seems right, Aren will set off a cracker. That’ll be the signal to say, ‘Happy Birthday!’ Then, I’ll bring out the birthday cake, and the surprise will be a big success. I wonder what the look on his face will be…”

Poor Kusuo. (Y/N) smiled to themself. Hopefully he’ll remember they all have good intentions. I mean, even if his birthday is actually in August…

Outside the door, Saiki sighed as everyone went on and on about their excitement and the gifts they prepared. At this point, he couldn’t tell them they had the wrong day. Not when Kaidou read aloud his proclamation of friendship. Not when (Y/N) was involved and so happy (even if he did wonder why they hadn’t corrected everyone about his birthday).

A little smile appeared on Saiki’s face. Yare yare. So troublesome, and yet he was willing to put up with them. For some reason, anyway.

“Saiki went home?!” cried Kaidou.

“Yeah,” said Kuboyasu grimly.

“I warned you, he likes to leave school as soon as possible,” chuckled (Y/N).

“What do we need to do now?” said Kaidou.

“Do we put a stop to it?” wondered Kuboyasu.

“Not after all this time. Time for plan beta!” said Kaidou.

“We have a plan beta?” wondered (Y/N).

Sure enough, the entire group—Yumehara, Mera, Kaidou, Kuboyasu, (Y/N), Hairo, and Teruhashi—was soon crouching around the corner from Saiki’s house.

“I’ll explain again,” said Kaidou. “First, we ring Saiki’s doorbell. When he comes out, we all pull the crackers. The Emotional Saiki Plan.”

“What if someone else answers?” asked Kuboyasu.

“We will explain it and make them let us in,” said Kaidou. “Let’s go!”

The group headed towards the door and rang the doorbell. (Y/N) smiled and shook their head. Whoever opened the door, they knew Saiki had a trick up his sleeve. Going along with something so steeped in emotions was not Saiki’s way.

The door swung open, and Saiki stood there.

“Surprise!” called everyone, cracking the crackers.

Saiki’s eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled. “What? What is this?”

“Today’s your birthday, right?” said Teruhashi brightly.

“Yes, but…”

Aha. (Y/N) giggled behind their hand. That wasn’t Saiki. It was Mr. Saiki since today was his birthday.

“We came to celebrate your birthday!” said Hairo.

“Wow, really?!” said Mr. Saiki, beaming from Saiki’s face. It was odd to see it, but (Y/N) at least could see through it. “You know my birthday?”

“Of course, Saiki,” said Kaidou.

“ ‘Saiki?’ ” repeated Mr. Saiki, still happy.

“Hey, pal!” Nendou walked up. “I heard it’s your birthday!” He held up a watermelon.

“Nendou, you came, too?” said Mr. Saiki.

“He managed it,” said Kaidou, nodding.

“Come on in, all of you,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Thanks, Saiki!” said Yumehara, heading it.

Wow, no one has noticed how differently “Kusuo” is acting, thought (Y/N).

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, (Y/N),” said Teruhashi curiously. “You keep smiling and laughing.”

“I’m just having a really good time,” chuckled (Y/N).

It’s still going? thought Saiki. He had thought this would end quickly.

“Thank you all so much,” said Mr. Saiki. “I would never have expected Kusuo’s friends to celebrate my birthday. I’m deeply moved.”

(Y/N) coughed at the mention of “Kusuo’s friends,” but luckily, no one seemed to notice.

“You’re our friend,” said Mera.

“Happy birthday,” said Hairo.

“Yes, Saiki!” said Kaidou. “By the way, Saiki, are your parents here?”

“My parents don’t live with us,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Whoa, really?” said Hairo.

“My mother lives in the family home, and my father is no longer with us,” said Mr. Saiki.

He’s walking right into trouble with that one, thought (Y/N). They decided to step in. “Oh, yeah, he’s traveling for work right now.”

I’m glad someone has worked it out and is helping.

“What? No, he’s—”

“Come upstairs,” said Saiki directly to his father’s mind.

“Huh? Is that Kusuo?” wondered Mr. Saiki.

“Kusuo?” repeated Kuboyasu.

“I need to head upstairs for a moment,” said Mr. Saiki awkwardly, leaving the room.

Alright, I’ll hold down the fort. I wonder what Saiki’ll do now. Have his dad continue the party or end it or…actually come down himself? (Y/N) hoped he would. Even if it wasn’t his birthday, they wanted to spend some time with him and give him the present. All of his friends did.

Upstairs, Saiki explained the situation to his father, who nodded.

“Oh, I see. That’s what I thought. I thought it was strange,” said Mr. Saiki.

“You were totally into it,” said Saiki.

“The surprise is over, so you want to switch places?” said Mr. Saiki.

“No. Keep going,” said Saiki, giving a thumbs up.

“You want me to keep going?!” exclaimed Mr. Saiki.

“It’s not my birthday. I can’t pretend it is,” said Saiki, pushing his father back down the stairs.

“I’m not you, Kusuo. I can’t pretend that I am. I think (L/N) already figured it out,” said Mr. Saiki.

“They did. They’re observant. But they won’t say anything,” said Saiki. “I’m counting on you.” I can’t respond to their kindness.

Pretend to be Kusuo, thought Mr. Saiki, standing before the door. He opened it. “Yare yare. Sorry for the wait. Yare yare.”

I don’t say yare yare that much.

“We’re sorry for interrupting your birthday while your father is away,” said Kaidou.

“Oh, it’s fine. He’s coming back today,” said Mr. Saiki quickly.

He’s really not like Kusuo at all, thought (Y/N).

“And why’d you used the term ‘not with us?’ ” said Kuboyasu. “That sounds like he’s dead.”

“You shouldn’t talk about your dad that way,” said Hairo, shaking his head.

“M-My apologies,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Well, anyway,” said Teruhashi, trying to break in.

“Look, we finished the cake!” said Yumehara brightly, holding up the box.

“It turned out great,” said Teruhashi.

“Especially the face,” agreed Yumehara.

They took the cake out and put it on the table. It was all smooshed and melted.

“Oh, no,” the girls said, deflating.

Oh dear, thought (Y/N) sympathetically. It’s so hard to shape cakes and keep them looking good.

They should have gotten (Y/N) to help them.

“It got smashed in the transit,” said Teruhashi in disappointment.

“But you made it with lots of love, so that’s what matters,” said (Y/N).

“What?! Love?! No, no! It’s just friendship! A friendship birthday cake! Besides, Chiyo made it with me! We put a ton of work in together!” rambled Teruhashi in a panic.

“We’ll make another,” said Yumehara, looking at Mr. Saiki. “I swear, it looked perfect!”

There’s no choice.

“Wow, look! The cake is reforming!” said Hairo, staring at the cake.

“The sponge cake is rebounding,” said Kuboyasu.

Thank you, Kusuo, thought (Y/N). They knew he’d save his friends’ feelings after they worked so hard for him even if misguided).

“Wow, this is amazing,” said Mr. Saiki, looking at the Saiki-shaped cake. “It looks delicious.”

That is something Kusuo would say, thought (Y/N), grinning.

“Just wait, you’ll really be moved!” said Mera.

“We have a surprise for you,” said Kuboyasu. “A video letter—”

Mera held up the camera, and Nendou’s face hit it. It fell to the ground, broken.

“Oh,” said (Y/N), disappointed since Mera and Kuboyasu had worked hard on it.

“Oh, no, that’s no good,” said Mr. Saiki.

“Sorry, Saiki.” Kuboyasu took off his glasses. “Go on. Hit me. Everyone, hit me.”

“Kuboyasu, there’s really no need for that,” said (Y/N) quickly. “It was an accident.”

Yare yare.

“Hey, look! It’s working,” said Kaidou, staring at the TV screen as it displayed the video letter.

“It’s fixed,” said Hairo in happy amazement.

“Alright!” said Kaidou. “Raise a glass and let’s start the feast.”

“Cheers!” Everyone lifted their glasses.

The party was in full swing. (Y/N) hung back since they felt awkward interacting with their crush’s father in such a context (also, they were disappointed Saiki himself wasn’t there), but everyone was having a great time. Some people armed wrestled, they joked, they laughed, and they bonded with one another—already a tight-knit friend group getting closer.

Upstairs, Saiki sat and psychically monitored the party so that his dad didn’t screw anything up for his reputation or give away his psychic abilities.

“Oh, there you are,” said Mr. Saiki, popping his face upstairs. “Your dad’s a star!”

“Good for you.”

“Well, you want to switch soon?” said Mr. Saiki.

“No thanks. Hurry back now,” said Saiki. “I would only be a buzzkill.”

“So what?”

Saiki looked up at his dad in slight surprise.

“Go on, Kusuo,” said Mr. Saiki. “You must feel some gratitude toward them. You didn’t want to hurt their feelings, so you asked me to cover for you. But that’s not right. They all came here for you, Kusuo. Even if you do hurt their feelings, you should go to them.” He turned and walked away.

Saiki paused and watched him go. “Who are you to lecture me?” He stood.

“I’m your father!” exclaimed Mr. Saiki.

Saiki glanced at the stairs and walked down. He paused outside of the living room. Now, how do I get rid of them?

“That was a huge success,” said Kaidou.

“Saiki seemed really happy about everything,” agreed Teruhashi.

“(Y/N), you didn’t give him his present,” said Yumehara.

“I’ll give it to him later,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“He seemed very energetic. He must have really liked all of this,” said Hairo.

“Yes, but something didn’t seem quite right,” said Nendou.

“That’s true. It’s like the walls around him are stronger than ever,” said Kaidou.

“Maybe he was trying to hard to go along with us,” said Kuboyasu.

“Oh, no, that’s terrible,” said Yumehara.

“He should just be himself,” said Hairo.

(Y/N) nodded. “We accept him how he is.” For who he really is.

Yare yare. You’re the ones who are acting strange. Saiki opened the door.

“Hey, pal, what took you so long?” Nendou grinned at him.

“Saiki!” The group beamed at him.

“Yare yare.” Saiki shook his head and sat down.

He watched as everyone eagerly chatted and joked, leaving him a little more alone—not wanting him to “put up his walls again.”

“Do you want a piece of cake?” said (Y/N), sitting down beside him and lifting a plate.

“Yes,” said Saiki, instantly taking it and taking a bite.

(Y/N) leaned in, smiled, and whispered, “Welcome to the party, Kusuo.”

Saiki looked at them and nodded. Ah, well. He could avoid them all tomorrow. He supposed this wasn’t terrible.

“Why didn’t you tell them it wasn’t my birthday?” asked Saiki. He floated the plates he was cleaning to (Y/N), who set them in the drying rack. “You know when my birthday is.” It wasn’t accusatory, just a plain question.

“They made the whole plan before they even told me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “At that point they’d put so much work into it that I couldn’t help but let it keep going.” They chuckled and nudged him. “Besides, that’s the exact same reason you let it go on.”

“No, I just couldn’t convince them not to,” said Saiki.

“Uh-huh,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes with a laugh. “You know I see through you by now.”

“See through me?”

“Yep,” chirped (Y/N), grinning.

Saiki looked at them, nearly asked them a question, and then stopped.

“Oh, Kusuo, before I forget, I got you a gift,” said (Y/N), heading back into the living room.

Saiki followed. “But it isn’t my birthday.”

“I decided I might as well get into the spirit of things,” said (Y/N) brightly. They held up the present. “Tada! Open it up.”

Saiki curiously opened the box and found a book(?) inside. He glanced up. This wasn’t a sweet or something themed on a sweet like (Y/N)’s usual gifts.

“Look inside,” said (Y/N), grinning.

Saiki lifted the album out and opened it. He stared. It was a photo. Of Café Mami. He turned the page. Now there was a photo of the sports festival, him running his race. Christmas with his friends. The beach. Okinawa. Karoake. London. Him having…fun. His friends with him. People celebrating, smiling.

“I know you’re not big on being with people, but I know I really loved—liked having these moments with you,” said (Y/N). They smiled sheepishly. “So I guess this was partly a gift for me, but I, uh, I hope you can see these moments as fondly as I do.”

Saiki looked between the photos and (Y/N). No. He wasn’t an extrovert. He didn’t seek others out. He found most incidents bothers. But…

But.

But in every one of these memories, there was something Saiki did like. Yes, he was…fond of his friends. This was the only moment he’d admit that. However, more importantly to Saiki, (Y/N) was in every one of those memories. They didn’t feature in any of the photos, but he knew they were behind the camera with a smile on their face. That was the reason Saiki instantly loved the photos. They held (Y/N)’s joy.

And that was the reason Saiki loved them.

“I love it, (Y/N),” said Saiki.

(Y/N) beamed. “I’m glad.”

“…I love it because you made it,” said Saiki. “You always put so much heart into what you make.”

(Y/N) blushed. “Thanks, Kusuo.”

“Even when I’m ungrateful, you’re still so kind,” said Saiki, stepping forward.

(Y/N) looked at Saiki. “We’ve talked about this before, Kusuo, I don’t care that you’re not into words of affection. That doesn’t matter to me.”

“It does. It does to me. Because you deserve to know that you’re a good friend and that I…I value you.” Saiki swallowed. This was it. “I like you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) started as they heard Saiki speak without telepathy. “You—You what?”

“I like you,” repeated Saiki. “As…as more than a friend.”

“You do?” A smile spread across (Y/N)’s face. “Really?”

Saiki nodded jerkily.

“Oh, Kusuo. I like you, too,” said (Y/N). They let out a joyful laugh. “I really, really like you, Kusuo. I have feelings for you.”

“I do, too,” said Saiki. “I didn’t phrase it right.”

“You phrased it just right,” said (Y/N), stepping up and taking Saiki’s hand daringly. They cleared their throat. “Can I-Can I kiss you, Kusuo?”

Saiki looked at them, and he found that the idea of affection with them was as appealing as ever. He nodded and held their hand tighter.

Saiki and (Y/N) leaned, hesitant, unsure of themselves, but perfectly comfortable with one another. They were willing to try something new with the person they loved.

Their lips touched, and Saiki and (Y/N) pulled back for a moment. But the separation lasted for but a second as they leaned back in, kissing once more, more confidently, more eagerly.

When they finally separated, (Y/N) and Saiki were both pink, and (Y/N) let out a little laugh at the rush of joy. Saiki felt their hand in his and gazed at the beautiful smile he had fallen for. There was only one thing he could say.

“Oh, wow.”

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@biggyb I wanted to answer you and then it became so much that i felt it needed to be it's own post.

So, if it was enacted on a large or ubiquitous scale, that is absolutely a concern, that if everybody had more money prices would just increase, rendering the UBI useless.

what would we do about that?

One the one hand that is basically already what happens anyway, which is why cost of living increases etc are a thing. And on the other hand there are a few mechanisms that can curb that, things like rent control laws.

But ultimately, personally, i believe the real answer is to remove the money aspect and provide the basic necessities directly.

When we say UBI we’re basically talking about the government giving us money (which has to come from somewhere, and that probably means some kind of progressive wealth tax, which is really just wealth redistribution at that point but whatever)

Anyway I believe it would be more effective for the government to provide those things directly (but not exclusively). I believe the baseline for society is everybody has free access to:

HEALTHCARE

All forms of healthcare (this is an important one, the very best we can do should be available to anyone who needs it, with no conditions, no barriers to entry like complicated paperwork, if you need health care you should get it, period.

INFORMATION

This means a free press, and education, true, but i also mean internet access, which at this point in our society i think is necessary for equality

NUTRITION

So, not just food, but a complete diet. This can still be very basic, little more than rice and beans, with medical exemption options of course, but it can be enough that it is the bare minimum food types, maybe rice beans and a couple types of dark green veggie and a couple types of vitamin C fruit. Possibly eggs or peanuts or something. Nothing fancy, just good quality ingredients that contain enough nutrition to keep you not only alive but fully healthy. And i think this should be provided in both raw ingredient form and cooked form.

CLOTHING

This one gets overlooked a lot, but kids need shoes, and struggling people need blankets and jackets, and everybody needs access to clothes, actually. Again, can be very basic, maybe government issued overalls, socks, jackets, blankets, and some kind of cheap tennis shoes would be most of it, but everybody needs access to clothes.

And finally HOUSING

So for example, the government would build apartment complexes that were just freely available to the public, first come first serve, you sign for it and the apartment is yours until you give it up or take another apartment.

We already have our government building and running public schools and libraries, we just need to upgrade those a bit. We already have governments building and running hospitals, we just need to do a lot more of that a lot better and get these private insurance companies to fuck off.

And then we just need to provide the clothes, open the Food Distribution Centers and build the housing.

Because then it won’t be money, so you don’t have to worry about the prices of everything going up because everybody has more income, which you are correct, is a concern. So just provide those things directly.

This is much less like taking money from the super wealthy and putting it into the bank accounts of everyone else, and much more the way taxes are supposed to work taking money from those that can spare it and using it to build a society that is better for everyone - even improving things for those super wealthy people (who now at the very least get to walk around safer from the sick and the homeless and the desperate - i mean violent crime alone would probably do whatever the opposite of sky-rocket is. Ground-dive.)

And people will still get jobs and spend money! Like, just because you provide government overalls, doesn’t mean people will stop wanting fashion brands. But now nobody will die of exposure from not having clothes. Same with everything, for example, the government school system is extremely developed, but there are still private schools, right?

That would be true of all this. If you gave everyone access to basic nutrition, there would still be steak houses and sushi restaurants and stuff. But now you could actually have the public boycott foods they felt were sourced unethically, or you could, say, regulate the fishing industry into sustainability even if that meant fish became so expensive that the average person could only eat fish once a year or whatever. Businesses might die from it, but no people would. Not even the people who used to own those businesses.

For my money, no money is where it’s at. But UBI would be a nice stepping stone.

What UBI experiments show us is that when you give people money and they DON’T get a job, but just exist at the minimum level, they are usually only doing so to accomplish something like go back to school for a degree or take care of a disabled or elderly loved one.

And the same would be true if we just provided everyone with the basics (except healthcare, everybody must get the best we have when it comes to healthcare, anything else is a moral failing that doesn’t bear contemplating)

but yeah, there would be people who would only wear government issued overalls, only live in government barracks, and only eat government rice and beans… but UBI experiments show us that it would be a small percentage of the population, and they'd only be doing it either to accomplish something worthy, or because they were in some way impaired. 90% of everyone else would still be out there getting jobs so they could move into a nice house and eat fish, but now with the security to quit if those jobs didn’t treat them well!

imo, THAT’s how you fix the economic issues surrounding UBI, you take the “income” out of the equation and you just straight up provide the Universal Basics themselves.

"but how would we build all these apartments and run these food distribution centers?"

well, this dovetails into my other favorite solution for the united states.

See, we spend a FUCKTON on the military, and we're just never going to make that stop happening, apparently.

So I say, we INCREASE the military. I say double it even.

And then we use them here, keeping them sharp and employed and trained etc by doing public works.

The military is already full of engineers and cooks and doctors and electricians and forklift operators and everything else.

So get them building apartments and running food distribution and supplementing hospital staffs etc.

All that stuff involves, logistics, and teamwork, and knowing how to run projects and accomplish missions, it's all good training even for the combat personnel, which is only 15% of the people in the military btw.

The rest are those other jobs i mentioned. So hire and train even more of them, and then deploy them here, repairing bridges and building hospitals and managing clothing warehouses and stuff.

anyway. Food for thought.

#ubi #sorry if this is a longer answer than you wanted #i do the words it's what i do #these are the things i think about

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Can you do like a 2014-2017 Tom? Anyway so you and him got into a fight in the morning and you ignored him for the whole day. At night you and him were laying in bed and he was trying to apologize. But you get annoyed and just say like "fine now leave me alone." And he does... until... he pulls your close and puts his hands in between your thighs and starts to finger you... Then when you come he hugs you and you both cuddle each other to sleep 😻🤭

This is also my first time asking to do a story so sorry if it's weird...

YES OFC DW

Broken promise

PAIRINGS: Tom 2016 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N were supposed to have a cute little breakfast date but instead he goes and does his own thing, when Y/N confronts him he just shuts her down, she decides that she won't put up with his shit and ignores him for the entire day, then when in bed he tries to apolgise, in ways she wouldn't expect...

A/N: eeee

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, fingering, yelling & arguing

The morning started as peaceful, we woke up and kissed each other like we usually did, cuddling for half an hour before we got up, then things turned to shit.

I planned for us to make breakfast together, I even bought all the ingredients we'd need, but he just sat there on the couch watching TV. I thought nothing of it at first, just that he may of been waiting for me to prepare the ingredients, but when I called him over he just ignored me.

"Tom!" I called out, "what?" he grunted, frustrated that I took his attention of his sports game. "Cmon, we're making breakfast together," I smiled, showing him the cute measuring spoons I bought just for this occasion. "Nah, we can do it another day, this game is important," he mumbled, turning his attention back to the TV.

I felt a pang of hurt in my chest, "but Tom, you promised.." I called out, "shoosh Y/N! This game is important!" he grunted, closing the kitchen door. I was just stood there, shocked at what he'd done.

What the fuck was his problem, he'd never done this, ever. I walked out of the kitchen and grabbed the remote, switching the TV off, "hey! What the-" I cut him off, "no! what the fuck is wrong with you? You promised me you'd do this and what, you throw is all alway because of a fucking sports game?" I raised my voice.

"Oh, stop acting like it's so important! We can do it another day!" he grunted, trying to reach for the remote again, "no! you've never done this before, you always stick by your word, you can't even acknowledge my feelings?" I looked at him in disbelief, how could he do this?

"You're so sensitive!" he yelled, "it's not that big of a deal for fuck sakes!" "what the fuck Tom? Why are you acting like this, what have I done to deserve this?" I felt my emotions rising, ready to spill over the edge.

He knew I got emotional very easily, any mean word would send me into hysterical crying. He sighed, "I just wanted to relax and watch the game, what's the harm in that?" moving closer to me and caressing my cheek.

I pushed him away from me, "don't fucking touch me, you digust me," I wiped away a stray tear, storming off and sobbing. "Fuck.." he muttered, sitting back down on the couch and holding his head in his hands.

"Fucking asshole," I mumbled as I slammed the door to our bedroom, going into the bathroom and running a bath, desperatly in need to cool down. I grabbed my phone, headphones and some candles from the room and locked the bathroom door, not wanting to be disturbed.

I added my rose scented bubble bath soap, slipping off my clothes and relaxing in the warm water. "Ahh.." I exhaled, grabbing my headphones and connecting them to my phone, I put on an e-book and closed my eyes, enjoying the peaceful environment I was in.

I kept at this for an hour, switching books every 20 minutes, the warm water soothing my stressed out body. When I finished the last book I slowly got out, unplugging the tub and watching as the water drained, a little tornado forming as the water reduced.

I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body, walking over to the mirror and grabbing my skincare, applying it all, wanting to take care of myself since Tom obviously couldn't give a shit. I dried off and put my clothes back on, walking out of the bedroom to see Toms tall figure standing there, eyes sad and guilty.

I just ignored him, walking past him and into the backyard, grabbing my gardening tools and blasting my music, pruning and water my lovely plants.

I could his eyes burning at the back of my head but I payed no mind to it, if he wanted to treat me like shit and not even apologise, then he's going to get silence, he doesn't deserve my forgiveness. He shouldn't of treated me like that in the first place.

Later on when it was time for bed, I kept my act up, not even acknowledging his precense, even when he stepped into the shower with me I pretended like he wasn't there, when he grabbed my waist I just walked away.

As I finished my bedtime routine I slipped into bed, covering myself with the thick, warm blankets. "Baby.." Tom whined, getting into bed with me and trying to bring me closer to him, but of course, I pushed him off.

"Why can't you just let me apologise, please baby..I'm sorry.." he sighed, I just continued to ignore him, not ready to speak up just yet, my feelings still hurt. "I'm so sorry schatz, you know how much I love you, I was just acting like an idiot, i'm sorry," he kissed my shoulder, rubbing my back gently.

I huffed, still not satisfied. "Baby just face me at least, I can't stand it when you give me silent treatment, I need to hear your beautiful voice, yell at me if you want," he begged, the urgency in his voice very apparent now. But I was still stubborn, I wanted so badly to forgive him I really did, but I was hurt, choosing a sports game over quality time with your girlfriend?

"Please baby..I'm sorry..", I finally decided to put him out of his misery, I couldn't keep this act up any longer, we both knew that I couldn't sleep without us being on good terms. "Fine..now leave me alone.." I grumbled, "okay baby.." he whispered, kissing my neck softly.

But then, he wrapped his around me, pulling me closer to him. I thought nothing of it at first, it was just him trying to cuddle me to sleep, like we always did, but I started to feel his hands drifting down, going in between my thighs, rubbing the sensitive skin.

"Tom.." I gasped, arching my back into him, "let me take care of you, hm?" he kissed my neck while sliding his hand into my panties, "just relax honey.." he whispered, pushing 2 of his fingers in my wet pussy, "mm..." I moaned softly, my cunt throbbing on his fingers.

He picked up his pace, slamming his fingers in and out of my needy hole, wet noises coming from my pussy as he continued to finger me. "Soo good.." he groaned, sucking on my neck as his fingers fucked me rapidly.

"Fuck.." I pushed my ass into him harder, throwing my head back to give him better access. He left little hickeys, kissing and biting softly on my neck as his fingers fucked me so well.

He continued to pleasure me so well, his fingers going deeper with every stroke as he fucked me with them. His thumb came up to my clit, rubbing slow circles around it.

"You like that don't you? You like the way I fuck you with my fingers.." he smirked, pumping his fingers in and out roughly, curling against my g spot. "Mmm!" I cried out, feeling his rock hard cock press into my back.

"Cum on my fingers baby, cmon," he egged me on, pounding his digits into me, my orgasm building up. He groaned as he felt me tighten around his fingers, "you gonna cum for me princess? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good little slut, hm?" I nodded quickly, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me, spilling my juices all over his fingers.

"Good girl..such a good girl for me.." he smirked, removing his fingers slowly and licking all the cum off, "come here baby.." he whispered, flipping me over to face him and wrapping his arms around me tightly, bringing me into a warm hug.

"You forgive me now?" he chuckled lightly, kissing the top of my head, "yeah alright, but we better make breakfast tomorrow, make it up to me," I glared at him playfully, he nodded and kissed the tip of my nose, "of course, lets get some sleep now.." he rubbed my back soothingly, both of us drifting off to sleep.

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