Hold up hear me out:
Modern AU with single dad Kakashi (mechanic maybe? Tattoo artist? Something with weird hours that gives him an sort of ‘bad boy’ vibe?) raising little Naruto and falling for his kids teacher Iruka.
The PTA moms thirst over him as much as they disapprove of him. He is the softest for Naruto but otherwise looks intimidating as fuck. Constantly late for pick up but does bring Iruka coffee though so he is less likely to kill him.
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an inverse love triangle where two best friends try to set the other up with one himbo of a man who never catches on
the movie climaxes with the two confessing that they like the man but thought he didnt like men/women so they were like "well if i cant have him then youre having him"
then its them trying to subtley ask him if hes gay or straight and each time getting more and more obvious but himbo never realizes what they're doing (or maybe is trying to tease them) (bonus points if he doesnt give any hints or gives conflicting hints and they just get more frustrated and flustered bcuz hes just so fucking charming and sweet and charismatic and theyre like "oh my god if i dont get to kiss this cinnamon roll im going to die!")
at the end its revealed the himbo is bi and also the other two are also painfully oblivious bcuz himbo has been hitting on them both the whole entire time and they only picked up him hitting on the other (also male best friend is also bi, bcuz as much as i love the "sharing one man" troupe, its a triangle not a corner)
*side note: himbo must never feel rejected or disappointed or sad, he must be at peak happiness all the time. instead of feeling like neither want him he needs to feel so much love. hes just so head over heels in love. this is a no negtive feelings zone.
hes not anguishing over choosing. in fact no choosing. ever. its not a possibility. he doesnt consider it. maybe hes under the impression that hes going on dates or something. no feeling bamboozled either. only love. only affection.
the best friends are like "ah this is friendly affection" and hes got his arms around them like all the time. i think itd be fun if everytime hes goes to ask what they are or say what he thinks they are he gets interrupted with more match making. which he has no problem with bcuz hes got one of the loves of his life in his arm. and the others by his side so of course hes gunna sweep them into his arms as well. hes got two ppl he loves more than the whole world in his arms.
he keeps inviting them on dates and theyre like "yeah were hanging out" and both convinced they're third wheeling while not feeling left out. theyre like "oh this is a friendly hand on my waist also im such a good match maker bcuz my best friend has a hand around their waist"
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Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.
When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.
When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.
In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.
If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.
“Could I get a bag….?”
There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.
I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.
The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.
The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”
“There’s no bags?”
“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.
He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”
When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.
“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”
I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.
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