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Before the Gift
Gift of….
Summary: They knew, they knew that you never felt happiness ever since you save them one by one. The first was great but the more it continues…..
Ace and Deuce noticed when you feel like shit, they wanted to ask you but you continued to dodge their questions and just simply move on. Its frustrating for them really, they decided to ask Grim to see how you feel in the night, it would never hurt to find the reason why. Grim was skeptical at first but he would be rewarded with premium tuna can so he accepts. Grim made sure that he stays awake in the night, finally he has the clues.
You were often hiding in other rooms crying when everyone is asleep, hiding yourself from revealing your own true feelings. It pains Grim to find that discovery so he ran out of the dorm and runs straight to Ace and Deuce to tell him what he found.
Little did Grim did not realize Riddle was there scolding the ADeuce duo as to why they were up this late. Finally the explanations are now revealed with the help of Grim.
The trio remained speechless, and yet Ace can’t help but needed to do something.
After all, you did all of their heavy lifting mode.
Thankfully Trey and Cater catches up and soon understand the situation, they suggested was giving a gift to Perfect. Ace and Deuce thinks that it was a good idea and yet Riddle was honestly concerned if the gift alone would make you happy. But Ace just suddenly told him to just give the gift a shot, Riddle was hesitate but then agreed but they all had to tell Grim not to tell this plan to others.
The next day when Ace and Deuce were spying on Perfect enjoying the gifts, Jack happened to see what was going on and yet asked the ADeuce combo about it. Tho they both explained that Perfect got a gift from the Housewarden Riddle, Jack manage to see the happiness from your expression, he did recall seeing you depressed especially when you are alone. Jack then had a plan and ADeuce was confused when he suddenly left.
Jack went to Leona to talk about your situation, tho Leona was about to just sleep the conversation away, but he stayed away when he heard about your situation. There is no way in hell that Leona can sleep through that, Leona simply told Jack to leave this to him since he DID recall catching Riddle holding a box. And yet, Leona asked Jack to find a gift that would make you smile, Ruggie also pitches in on find an info on what makes you smile.
Soon Epel was able to find many ideas on how to give you a gift at that time, but was caught by Vil. And yet Epel had to let Vil know about you, Rook also heard the news and decided to chirp in to the conversation and at the same time agrees to beg with Epel to Vil to at least give you something.
Part of Vil wants to refuse, but the thought of seeing Perfect fake smiling does make him uncomfortable.
Sebek wanted to help but he was too occupied with Malleus and yet….. a part of him decided to help out.
The next part Sebek does was going to Lilia about what does he think that you would like, Silver thought it was suspicious but Sebek insisted on thinking of a gift. He did pointed out that you are also feeling under the weather, but they were not expecting that Malleus was also hearing this from the other side of the room.
How the other dorms noticed the first years giving you the gift is interesting.
Jade and Floyd caught Riddle Leona holding gift boxes and handing it to you, the second they pointed that out to Azul, he was frustrated at them for doing the first move if a hug from Leona wasn’t enough there was Riddle’s hand kiss? Oh no way Azul would not let that slide, he ordered the eel twins to capture the ADeuce combo for some answers, they did but at what cost.
The octo trio hearing that you have been depressed lately? That is something new to them and yet, it doesn’t feel funny when they manage to find you crying in secret. From there on they decided to give you gifts as well, they were all in on the plan.
Idia with his security camera did happen to see you depressed and yet he also saw how the other housewardens give you gifts, Ortho suggested of doing what they do tho Idia rejected the idea. But Ortho literally had to remind Idia and you are literally the reason they all changed for the better, he has to admit that your company was also nice, so he decided to accept it and give it a shot. But to his dismay when Ortho told him to just give this to you instead, sure again Idia rejects but Ortho said that you won’t reject it anyway. Thanks to that Idia decided to give the gift to you in person or tablet a goal.
Jamil happened to overhear Epel and Sebek on the conversation about you on the cafeteria, tho he isn’t sure if he should give a gift that is perfect to you. He decided to ask Kalim about any ideas and yet Kalim also knows the situation as well, he cheerfully suggested on giving you the greatest gift, but Jamil just told him to give you something that isn’t from a rich kid.
Kalim then agrees and then an idea struck that he should at least trying sewing, tho Jamil was a bit worried but then he soon agrees. They are sure giving you a handmade plushie won’t hurt.
Finally Grim himself, he kept you company from time to time. Tho even if he did hear that you just wanted to be alone, Grim isn’t having it and just stubbornly stay by your side even if its in secret or not. Part of him wants to give you that premium tuna but you would told him to just keep it instead.
And yet Grim had one idea, and that is to give you his ribbon.
Tho you are confuse as to why he do that, but Grim can’t help but cry and point out why you kept all those negative emotions to yourself. Because of that Grim leaned on you for more hugs, making you cry and hug him back in return.
Was it because you can’t take it anymore?
Or was it that you just felt incredibly lonely?
And yet Grim needs to remind you one thing, if you are depressed the others will find you.
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An interoperability rule for your money
This is the final weekend to back the Kickstarter campaign for the audiobook of my next novel, The Lost Cause. These kickstarters are how I pay my bills, which lets me publish my free essays nearly every day. If you enjoy my work, please consider backing!
"If you don't like it, why don't you take your business elsewhere?" It's the motto of the corporate apologist, someone so Hayek-pilled that they see every purchase as a ballot cast in the only election that matters – the one where you vote with your wallet.
Voting with your wallet is a pretty undignified way to go through life. For one thing, the people with the thickest wallets get the most votes, and for another, no matter who you vote for in that election, the Monopoly Party always wins, because that's the part of the thick-wallet set.
Contrary to the just-so fantasies of Milton-Friedman-poisoned bootlickers, there are plenty of reasons that one might stick with a business that one dislikes – even one that actively harms you.
The biggest reason for staying with a bad company is if they've figured out a way to punish you for leaving. Businesses are keenly attuned to ways to impose switching costs on disloyal customers. "Switching costs" are all the things you have to give up when you take your business elsewhere.
Businesses love high switching costs – think of your gym forcing you to pay to cancel your subscription or Apple turning off your groupchat checkmark when you switch to Android. The more it costs you to move to a rival vendor, the worse your existing vendor can treat you without worrying about losing your business.
Capitalists genuinely hate capitalism. As the FBI informant Peter Thiel says, "competition is for losers." The ideal 21st century "market" is something like Amazon, a platform that gets 45-51 cents out of every dollar earned by its sellers. Sure, those sellers all compete with one another, but no matter who wins, Amazon gets a cut:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/28/cloudalists/#cloud-capital
Think of how Facebook keeps users glued to its platform by making the price of leaving cutting of contact with your friends, family, communities and customers. Facebook tells its customers – advertisers – that people who hate the platform stick around because Facebook is so good at manipulating its users (this is a good sales pitch for a company that sells ads!). But there's a far simpler explanation for peoples' continued willingness to let Mark Zuckerberg spy on them: they hate Zuck, but they love their friends, so they stay:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/08/facebooks-secret-war-switching-costs
One of the most important ways that regulators can help the public is by reducing switching costs. The easier it is for you to leave a company, the more likely it is they'll treat you well, and if they don't, you can walk away from them. That's just what the Consumer Finance Protection Bureau wants to do with its new Personal Financial Data Rights rule:
https://www.consumerfinance.gov/about-us/newsroom/cfpb-proposes-rule-to-jumpstart-competition-and-accelerate-shift-to-open-banking/
The new rule is aimed at banks, some of the rottenest businesses around. Remember when Wells Fargo ripped off millions of its customers by ordering its tellers to open fake accounts in their name, firing and blacklisting tellers who refused to break the law?
https://www.npr.org/sections/money/2016/10/07/497084491/episode-728-the-wells-fargo-hustle
While there are alternatives to banks – local credit unions are great – a lot of us end up with a bank by default and then struggle to switch, even though the banks give us progressively worse service, collectively rip us off for billions in junk fees, and even defraud us. But because the banks keep our data locked up, it can be hard to shop for better alternatives. And if we do go elsewhere, we're stuck with hours of tedious clerical work to replicate all our account data, payees, digital wallets, etc.
That's where the new CFPB order comes in: the Bureau will force banks to "share data at the person’s direction with other companies offering better products." So if you tell your bank to give your data to a competitor – or a comparison shopping site – it will have to do so…or else.
Banks often claim that they block account migration and comparison shopping sites because they want to protect their customers from ripoff artists. There are certainly plenty of ripoff artists (notwithstanding that some of them run banks). But banks have an irreconcilable conflict of interest here: they might want to stop (other) con-artists from robbing you, but they also want to make leaving as painful as possible.
Instead of letting shareholder-accountable bank execs in back rooms decide what the people you share your financial data are allowed to do with it, the CFPB is shouldering that responsibility, shifting those deliberations to the public activities of a democratically accountable agency. Under the new rule, the businesses you connect to your account data will be "prohibited from misusing or wrongfully monetizing the sensitive personal financial data."
This is an approach that my EFF colleague Bennett Cyphers and I first laid our in our 2021 paper, "Privacy Without Monopoly," where we describe how and why we should shift determinations about who is and isn't allowed to get your data from giant, monopolistic tech companies to democratic institutions, based on privacy law, not corporate whim:
https://www.eff.org/wp/interoperability-and-privacy
The new CFPB rule is aimed squarely at reducing switching costs. As CFPB Director Rohit Chopra says, "Today, we are proposing a rule to give consumers the power to walk away from bad service and choose the financial institutions that offer the best products and prices."
The rule bans banks from charging their customers junk fees to access their data, and bans businesses you give that data to from "collecting, using, or retaining data to advance their own commercial interests through actions like targeted or behavioral advertising." It also guarantees you the unrestricted right to revoke access to your data.
The rule is intended to replace the current state-of-the-art for data sharing, which is giving your banking password to third parties who go and scrape that data on your behalf. This is a tactic that comparison sites and financial dashboards have used since 2006, when Mint pioneered it:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/12/mint-late-stage-adversarial-interoperability-demonstrates-what-we-had-and-what-we
A lot's happened since 2006. It's past time for American bank customers to have the right to access and share their data, so they can leave rotten banks and go to better ones.
The new rule is made possible by Section 1033 of the Consumer Financial Protection Act, which was passed in 2010. Chopra is one of the many Biden administrative appointees who have acquainted themselves with all the powers they already have, and then used those powers to help the American people:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/18/administrative-competence/#i-know-stuff
It's pretty wild that the first digital interoperability mandate is going to come from the CFPB, but it's also really cool. As Tim Wu demonstrated in 2021 when he wrote Biden's Executive Order on Promoting Competition in the American Economy, the administrative agencies have sweeping, grossly underutilized powers that can make a huge difference to everyday Americans' lives:
https://www.eff.org/de/deeplinks/2021/08/party-its-1979-og-antitrust-back-baby
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/21/let-my-dollars-go/#personal-financial-data-rights
My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!
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“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”creepy incel shigaraki x fem chubby reader noncon smut
A/N: hello!! This modern quirkless au oneshot, I don't have any plans for this one sorry. This is more of fanon unhinged feral shigaraki and extremely delusional asf in this. If I miss any tagged let me know and I'm sorry if it isn't proofread!! ( There the full story in A03 )
“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”
It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers, how did you get here?
Well you were having a terrible day, seeing this strange blue haired man everywhere you go.
At first you just saw him as a regular customer while you were working at a game store, he happened to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the night.
He taps on your shoulder as he gives you an unnerving nausea, you try your best to be polite.
“ What can I help you s-sir? ” this man didn't know any personal space as he leaned in and said.
“ Any options on this game? ” He rasfully spoke as he tapped on a cover that looked like an RPG with cute anime girls on it.
You were clueless when it comes to games, you look into his blood red eyes.
“ uhh… it's a great game, with a strong main character with a love stor- ” he rolled his eyes as he huffed in annoyance.
“ ughhh does it have sex scene in it?? ” you blink at him a few times.
“ Excuse me? ” There was long awkward silence as you felt a chill run down your spine as you tried your best not to judge a customer too fast.
“ well I've never played it but- ”
“ but? How the hell did you get this job in the first place if you don't know any game… npc females.. ” he whispers the last part quietly but you hear it loud and clear as you cleanse your throat.
“ I'm sorry sir. ” he ignored you completely as he put the game back on the shelf as he collected the games he was interested in. You rushed to the register as he put the games on the countertop.
You felt unsafe by this one customer but it's your night shift and it was your closing time.
All you have to do is scan the products and send him on his way home, you grab one game at a time as you scan it. Maybe he was just grumpy and had a sour mood today or…
You flinched as his fingers resting on your hand as he said.
“... you.. are very beautiful.” you quickly removed your hand as you put a fake smile on.
“ Thank you… sir. ” he was giving you the ick and he didn't like how you reacted from his touch.
“ your cost is $67.45, would you like a bag sir? ” he nods his head as he remains quiet, watching you put the games into the plastic.
He grabs the bags as he walks to the door to leave, you thought you'd never see him again but boy are you wrong.
You started to feel a pair of eyes staring behind your back whenever you went to your job, you spotted him in a public area. At first you thought you'd had hallucinations seeing him and his long blue locks hidden in his hood, all black clothing as he disappeared into the crowd of people.
You noticed little things disappearing as well, you couldn't find your dirty panties. You were quite messy by leaving your clothes around the house, you were able to find them sooner… but it never comes back, your pillow cover has a questionable sticky texture and it smells horrendous!
It's been a couple of days, you decided to report it to the cops about your stalker but they simply told you that they'll take action if he does something… meaning they weren't gonna help you out and you were helpless.
You were woken up by him in your pitch black room, his hands at your throat not too harsh but it was firm.
You couldn't speak as you begin to tear up.
“ hello.. y/n. Aren't you glad to see me? "You could see his sharp eyes staring at you as he began to speak.
“ I don't understand…” he tilted his head as he loses it a bit so you could breathe a little.
“ I try to be nice.. but every female always rejects me, they always want a male that treats them like trash.”
“ They call me ugly weirdo… a freak of nature.” his fingers lightly rubbed your skin.
“ I’m a nice guy I-...” he leans in so close that your noses are touching.
“ I don't understand… ”
“ Why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” he raised his voice. It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers.
“ I'll treat you right, give you everything baby. ” he slowly licks your cheek.
“ I'll let no npc hurt you…I'll murder them just for you ~. ” this man is a psychopath, you need to escape but somehow he reads your mind as he begins to chuckle.
“ trying to leave? You're not in your own room darling.. you're tied up in my room, I'm surprised you didn't wake up. You're a heavy sleeper hahaha ~ ” you blink a few times to process what he said as he removes his hands.
“ What the hell are you talking about?!? Are you insane??? ” you begin to sob out, taking the air in as he flickers the light. He was right it wasn't your room, it was far different from yours as you noticed familiar underwears on the floor.
“ I grew tired of jacking off to your filthy panties so I want the real thing.. "You were yank harshly as he spread your thighs wide.
“ Stop!! release me plea- ” you cry out, feeling his rough lips on your sensitive area, you start to squirm fast as he surp you like it was his last meal. It was so sloppy and inexperienced, this man didn't know how to please a woman.
You yelp as your eyes look down at him, he rubs your skin softly as he growls.
“ stop moving like that unless you want harsh punishment? ” You were unable to speak due to how terrifying this situation is and you don't want him upset, who knows how he will act.
You shake your head but he slaps your thighs hard as you sob out.
“ I need words. "You look away as you look back to his vermilion eyes.
“ no.. ” he wasn't having it but you could see the faint smirk on his lips, he clearly enjoys this.
Sicko…
“ you're my little plaything.. my player two mhmm~ ” you arch your back up feeling his hot mouth on your pussy, you made a high pitch moan as he slid his digits into your hole.
“ ohh god~!! ” his hungry lustful eyes stare at you.
Tongue flick your clit in harsh circles, his fingers crossed, push up your wall to find it..
Your eyes blink the tears away, you can't let this man have his satisfaction so you bite your lips and look away.
His hand landing on your thighs again as you scream in pain.
“ Keep staring at me… you really want me to punish you so bad hehe~.. ” your eyes wide in fear.
“ no!! Please don't. ” You begged him but he chuckled and went back to eating you out.
His arm wrapped around your thighs as he used his thumb on your clit, rubbing it fast and hard circles.
You couldn't wait any longer as your unwanted orgasm hit you fast, your eyes rolled back and your toe curled in.
“ shit… ahh fuck.. ” you pant heavily, feeling the bed move by him humping the sheets. You can hear his pathetic whimpers and groans as he swallows all your juices.
It's felt like hours as you're crying hard from the overstimulating, he continues to eat you out and bring out three orgasms.
“ please… no more. "You pant heavily, he gives a few sloppy kisses to your clit then finally move away.
“ We're just getting started with this gameplay~ you need to be trained to take this cock hehehe~ ” he purrs sweetly, seeing his face covered in your cum.
“ Please let me go, I don't want this... ” he rolled his eyes at you and he begins to mock your voice.
“ I don't want this, I wanna go home!! You're NOT leaving coz you're mine~!!! Your home is here with me. Don't you understand that!! ”
He grabs your neck firmly as he leans in.
“ I'm your boyfriend… shigaraki tomura~ ” you blink at him, you think you hear his name on the news being a japan world wanted criminal what the hell is he doing here in this country??
He has no patience as he grabs his thick long cock to your entrance as he begins to slide in, you scream at him to stop.
“ stop!!! it's fucking hurt! Please-. ” he covered your mouth fast.
“ God you're such a brat-... don't know how to shut up… mhmm but you feel so good and tight aughh~ ” he pushed more of it, pulling out slowly as he looked down.
“ oh… I see why it was hurting, you're losing your virginity.. ahh it's okay baby~ we are losing it together.” the blood covers his whole length as you closed your eyes tight, your mouth was open letting out a silent scream.
He caresses your cheek tenderly.
“ soon I'll destroy your mindset, you're become my wife… fuck~ ! ” His body language changes as he thrusts faster and harder into you.
“ Soon you'll carry my children.. ahhh shit can't wait until you produce milk.. ” he leans in to bite your nipples, sucking it gently as he humping your body. Your mind went blank and a sobbing mess from the unwanted pleasure.
He harshly pushes your thighs to your head as he moves at fast paced.
“ I can't wait to see you nice and round of our baby ~. ” he kisses your breasts softly.
“ we got plenty of time to breed your insides~ aughh fuck~!! Want to make you a perfect mommy.. ” he whimpers out, his cock sliding in and out of your slippery cunt.
He covered your mouth as he smirk wide.
“ I'll fuck a baby into you in many rounds until you're full with my cum. ” he sigh heavy, your shaky eyes couldn't see him properly as you feel your head getting a headache and see blackness around.
“ Are you ready player two? Ready for our new save? A new life together you and I~ ” you felt heat in your core as he made a high pitch groan releasing his white thick cum hitting your wall, you felt it filling fast as you cried out and he removed his hand to passionately make out with you.
The cries were muffled as he bit your bottom lip, pulling it away as he rode his high. He called out your name and his dick twitched excitedly as he pants.
He kisses your face sweetly.“ I love you.. I love you Y/n you'll never leave… and if you do. ” you knew he was just manipulating you, his whole act seem so fake as his eyes have a shine in them.
“ you'll get a severe punishment if you do~ ” his thumb rubs your lips softly.
“ you're mine… you're my beautiful wife.. ” he looked down to rub your belly tenderly.
“ our beautiful baby as well~.. ”
“ you're insane.. ” he looked into your eyes and coo sweetly.
“ insane? No no no baby.” he pulled your face close.
“ I'm only insane for you.. my love for you is passion and if anyone touches what is mine. ” he grabs your neck softly.
“ they will die..” he begins to move his hips as you begin to cry.
“ You belong to me~.. ”
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THE SALES GUY
Business travel is OK, until it's not.
Thunderstorms back east had cancelled one flight and seriously delayed another. Even with the time difference, it was almost 9 when we landed in Denver. At least Carson and I had status and were upgraded to business class. We were the first off the plane, rolling our business carry ons behind us through the airport, making our way toward the rental car area.
Carson Wells is one of the sales guys in our group. The dude's young, about 30, but he's good at his job and moreover has a crazy ambition. It's why he was paired with me on a prospect this big.
I'll be honest, I used to hate the folks in Sales. I felt like we did the work, and they cashed in their commission checks. And Carson was the very type who annoyed the crap out of me. Fratty, capable only of small talk, nice almost to the point of seeming fake. But times like this I was grateful I was paired with him: the guy didn't get stressed out about travel hiccups.
"I love Denver, man," he said in a tone that would sound chipper if it weren't such a masculine bro kind of voice. "Shame we don't have the time to go hiking or anything while we're out here."
For some reason, I was in the mood for Wells' small talk. "You into outdoor sports? I pictured you as more a country club guy," I teased.
"That too," Carson said as he flashed his smile. Pearly white teeth, fucking perfectly formed dimples, well trimmed blondish-brown beard. Yeah, one reason my defenses were down was because Carson Wells was stunningly cute and stunningly hot.
Down boy, I thought to myself. It's not like my dick was chubbing or anything, but I knew how to be a professional at work, and with colleagues. Even ones as hot as Carson. Besides, the dude was grade-A hetero.
Carson had reserved the car and we strutted right over to pick up the key. Of course, Carson went for an upgraded model. I thought of lecturing him about costs, but figured I'd let his manager deal with that headache. Besides, if we reeled this big fish in, no one would give a fuck how much Carson ran up on his business credit card this trip.
We were both tired from the long day and once we checked into the hotel it was time to go to our respective rooms and call it a night.
If you've seen one Marriott you've seen them all. At least this one had a good view of the mountains, though it would be morning before I'd have time to appreciate it. For now, I undressed and brushed my teeth and slipped into bed. I didn't even have my daily masturbation time, I was so tired.
***
The presentation the next day went well. Really well. Carson brought the dynamic sales pitch, and I brought the gravitas. Of course we didn't know what they'd decide yet, but you sometimes get a vibe from a prospect, and that vibe was positive.
Carson was getting it too. We stopped at a trendy restaurant near our hotel that was half steak house, half small plate kind of place. Carson joked it was the kind of place he'd take chicks to if he wanted to impress them. Honestly, I didn't care where we ate. I don't eat a lot on the day of a sales call, and now my appetite was catching up with me.
"I think this calls for the good stuff," Carson announced as he strutted up to the bar, me a couple paces behind. God, he was so sexy in that post-pitch mode, his 5'11" body filling out his trim-cut tailored suit just right, and those thick thighs leading up to an amazing ass...
"Best bourbon you have," he asked the bartender. Then, he flashed those dimples as he turned to me. "Oh I forgot, you gay guys don't drink bourbon, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "It sounds like you're scripting the next HR compliance video, Wells."
He chuckled. "Is that a yes or no, Boss?" I technically wasn't his boss, but I was an officer and somehow Boss had become his playful nickname for me.
"Sure," I said, adding that the prospect was ultimately gonna pay for this round.
"Damn straight," Carson grinned, his green eyes twinkling.
We sat the bar, sipping some pretty damn amazing whiskey. Carson had his legs spread, effortlessly manspreading. I didn't stare or scope him out or anything, but let's say I enjoyed the view.
Our conversation was all business as our food arrived, and even as we ordered another drink.
"Maybe grab another back at the hotel bar?" he asked as we nearly finished that round. It was getting dark out but still wasn't too late. "I'm in the mood to celebrate."
I nodded, signalling for the check. "Sounds good. Only we haven't won the client yet."
"We're gonna win 'em, Bill. You know it, too."
I shrugged. "Yeah," I conceded.
Carson laughed. "Didn't think you'd be so superstitious."
I nudged my leg against his. Hopefully more a buddy nudge than a flirty one, but the booze was loosening me up. "I'm surprised you're not, Wells."
We paid up and made our way back to the boring bar at our boring hotel. It felt great to unwind there. I knew Carson was eager to have more than one other drink, and I wouldn't mind getting a little tight myself. It had been a tough week.
"You're buying this time, Boss," he said. "Just don't order me some well-liquor shit."
I was tempted to get him a cheap domestic beer, just for being a smart ass, but ended up splurging on another top-shelf bourbon.
"Here's to the Dream Team," he toasted as we clinked our glasses. We were just about the only ones in the bar area, seated on one of the couches.
"You did great, man," I said.
He smiled again. Fuck, those pearly whites. "Man, that's probably the first time you've ever thrown me a compliment."
"No it isn't..." I objected. Now that I was in a managerial role, I knew it was my job to provide positive feedback to everyone on my team.
"For real," he said, with a smile that said he wasn't too upset. Or maybe Carson was just being his frat-boy nice. "You're kind of intense, Boss."
"Oh," I said. Not sure what to make of it. Though Carson wasn't the first person with that opinion of me.
He nodded. "I'm gonna say something that's not HR-approved... but you've mellowed out a lot since you broke up with Rob."
Rob was my ex-husband. I still couldn't tell if it ended amicably or bitterly. But it had been a big shift in my life. "It was a divorce," I corrected Carson.
"Yeah, divorce. Sorry. I know that was an asshole thing to say. It's just, well, you seem happier now. I hope you are, Bill."
Something about his sincerity, combined with the booze, had me opening up unexpectedly. "There's good and bad," I replied in a measured way. "But the freedom is nicer than I expected."
Carson nudged my knee with his, in what I would have guessed was a flirtation, and gave ne a "you dog" kind of look. "I bet," he smirked. Then he got an impish look on his cute face. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this to you, man, but I sometimes have fun with guys."
I gulped. This was major HR-inappropriate territory. "Is that right?" I asked with my best poker face.
The man nodded. The sexual part of my brain was just thinking how incredibly fuckable my coworker was. His voice made him even hotter, I thought. "Not the whole nine yards like you gay guys, but yeah..."
"How do you know what I do in bed?" I had to tease.
He laughed and shrugeed. Again, flashing that killer smile. "You got me there, Boss. Guess I shouldn't make assumptions." We paused and, fuck, our eyes met, like really met. I wasn't imagining it: Carson Wells was fucking flirting with me. "Can I trust you with this, man?" he asked.
I gave some motion of my hand that was some combo of crossing my heart and scout's honor.
He bit his lip nervously, playfully, and then lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Um, yeah, I'm into sucking a guy's dick." He blushed as he said it, but I had to be impressed by how forthright he was. It was the last thing I expected from Carson's mouth. His nervousness carried him on. "I mean, just the feel of a hard cock in my mouth.... it's wild, kind of a taboo you know for a guy like me."
"I can imagine," I said. Not wanting to either encourage or discourage Carson. My dick was getting rock hard in my suit. And there was no way it was going down soon.
"Yeah," Carson beamed, glad I wasn't judging him or giving him any flak for his bi streak. "I mean it's crazy, I don't even need my dick sucked or anything, just that act is enough to get me going, you know?"
I nodded but replied. "Not exactly, Carson. I guess I'm more a receiving is better than giving kind of guy," I joked.
"Did Rob do that for you?" he asked.
This was definitely inappropriate conversation. But fuck it. "That and more," I replied. "Rob was a big ol' bottom."
"Hot," Carson said. There was something weird about our dynamic now. Buddy-buddy, but also like lusty. Carson took a sip of bourbon, but he was nearing the bottom of his glass. "Another round, Boss?"
I held mine up and swirled the last half centimeter of brown liquid in the rocks glass. "I shouldn't, man." I was already pretty buzzed.
"Come on," he urged. "We're the fucking Dream Team."
I caved and nodded. If my boner was riding a good ridge in my trousers it downright throbbed watching Carson's hot suited body get up and strut over to the bar. I needed to find some self control, in case Wells was actually gonna proposition me. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to about his bi side. Or maybe he liked teasing me as an ego boost.
He was all smiles when he came back with two more drinks. We clinked glasses and had our first sips. "To a killer day," he smirked.
"Yep," I said. I wasn't drunk at least. But I was starting to feel really nice.
He looked around. I thought he was just idly checking out our environment, but I realized he was seeing if the coast was clear. His eyes flitted back to my crotch.
"You look like you're packing a lot down there, Boss," he said. That sexual edge somehow changing his frat-bro voice.
"Sorry," I muttered. Trying to cross my legs.
"Don't hide it, man," he urged. "No one can see it from a distance, not in those pants."
I blushed as I spread my legs again, manspreading as I faced this hunky sales guy. This was so wild and wrong, but my dick was rock hard.
"Nice boner, Boss," he smirked.
"Thanks," I said. Maybe I thought if I limited my words there'd be less cause to get me fired.
"How big is it?" he asked.
"How big?" I chuckled. Wells was the last dude I imagined to be asking me for my dick size. "7 and a half," I replied. "I've not measured the width."
"It's pretty thick," Carson put out there, his eyes back on my boner. "But not too fat to suck."
"Jesus," I exhaled.
Carson's green eyes twinkled. "Am I getting you worked up, Boss?" Jesus, he loved flirting all right.
"You know you are, damnit."
"This is just between us, right?" he clarified.
"It better be," I hissed. "Not how I expected this trip to go..."
"You upset?" he felt me out.
"Depends on if I'm thinking with my brain or my dick," I answered honestly.
That made Carson smile. "How bout your dick?"
"My dick wants to get sucked," I said bluntly.
Carson nodded, almost serious, maybe the reality was making him less chipper. "Let's do this, Bill," he grunted and tossed back of the liquor, like he was building up courage.
I didn't do mine like a frat boy shot, but sipped a good amount of the remainder and set the glass down before standing up, just hoping my erection wasn't too obvious.
I couldn't believe this was actually gonna happen. Carson didn't seem to believe it either. We rode the elevator silently, almost scared to look at one another. Then he followed me to my room.
My heart pounded, because I didn't know how this was actually going to go down. I didn't want anything messy with my coworker - hell, I'd probably be the senior investment guy brought in for half of Wells's prospects - but it was probably too late for that.
I tried to think of how this would go down. For a half minute, a part deep in my brain wanted to put a stop to this. But as I walked to where our rooms were, adjacent to one another, I stopped at mine and Carson looked at me with a look of horny expectation behind his straight-bro smile. I tapped the key card and ushered him inside.
The thing that helped my conscience somehow was that Wells didn't kiss me or make any move to make out with me. Like he'd had some practice he crouched in front of me, looking incredible in his slim-cut suit and gym-toned build, wasting no time reaching forward ot unbuckle my nelt. This wasn't gonna be a messy office place romance, this was just going to be a blowjob. As no-strings as they get.
"Fuck!" I hissed as the zipper came down and Carson tugged my boxer briefs below my hard prick. My dick jerked to attention, harder than I recall it ever being. This felt naughty and sexual in a way that half made me glad to be a divorced man.
"You sold yourself short, Boss," Carson teased as he ran his finger up and down my bone. "You got an amazing cock."
And like that, the sales guy was taking me into his mouth.
This wasn't Carson's first dick. It wasn't his fifth. The dude wasn't lying, he loved sucking cock, and it was clear he'd had some practice. I just stood there, hands on my hips and let him do his stuff. I got off on the mind-fuck of co-worker sex and the straight-dude fantasy come to life. I mean, Carson Wells clearly wasn't 100% straight but he was as close as I'd get to having a hetero guy blow me.
And the fact he loved this, really loved this, meant I was getting quality head. Regular, half-suction mouth strokes up and down about four or five inches of my cock, with increasing base.
"It's not gonna take me long," I warned him. If it hadn't been for the bourbon I would have nutted already. Wells was that good.
He was going for it now, kind of twisting the base of my cock with his fist as he bobbed more frantically. I placed my hand on the top of his skull, and that got an excited, deep moan from the guy. I started small thrusts timed with his sucking. Nothing too intense, I'm not an asshole. But I was getting real close, and my excitement was pushing me over that finish line.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I hissed, trying not to be too loud. My cum was incredible. Maybe because Carson did this sucking thing all through my ejaculation that just added to the pleasure. My knees buckled a little.
I was finally was spent, and Carson gave one final lick at the tip before pulling back. "That was hot, Boss," he hissed, mouth full of cum and saliva.
"Damn... it was, man." I looked down. "Need me to get you off?" Once I cum I'm usually out of sex mode. But I know how to take care of a guy's needs.
He shook his head as he stood up. For real, Carson had a hardon riding up his suit pants. Not as big as mine but showing a good tent. "Nah, I'm good... I'm gonna go back to my room now, if that's OK."
It wasn't awkward as it seemed for some reason. Maybe because my swimmers were in Carson's belly now. "Yeah, that's fine... if you're sure." I felt a little guilty for the no-recip thing. But not too guilty, I suppose.
He flashed a grin. "Yeah, I'm sure. See ya bright and early tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I nodded, tucking back in and pulling up my trousers. "Have a good night, Wells. And thanks again." I was tipsy but maybe sobering up some now.
"My pleasure, Boss," he said. He paused and looked at me, and God I half expected a kiss to come right then. But he patted my arm and then walked past to the door. And left me in my room.
"Fuck!" I growled, and had to laugh at how crazy it was I just let that happen. I knew I'd made a terrible mistake, but Carson seemed game to make it with me. And I knew if I had that chance, I'd make it again.
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Hey so uh
@fishyfishyfishtimes
A friend of mine in a server I’m in wrote up a pitch/concept for a Jaws homage/parody that’s sympathetic to actual sharks and accurate to modern science. The shark didn’t actually attack anyone, the “shark attacks” were faked by a local CEO to drive down property costs for reasons. Some other things were changed as well, etc, etc.
I mentioned I know a fish enthusiast on Tumblr (you), and asked if I could share screenshots of the outline for the story with you for a casual review. They said yes.
So, would you like to see it?
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Like This (NSFW)
Kakashi’ Hatake’s legs dangle off of the edge of the Hokage monument as he glances at Might Guy, who is sitting next to him. The other shinobi is distracted, staring at the string of stars that litter the pitch black sky like fairy lights, but Kakashi doesn’t mind.
“It’s been more than two weeks since you’ve been in town, Sukea! I wasn’t expecting to see you so suddenly,” Guy starts. His deep onyx gaze is still straight forward in a way that has the starlight shining beautifully against his sun-kissed skin. On one hand, Kakashi wants Guy to be looking at him rather than at the village they’ve both seen a million times over. On the other, he doesn’t, because Guy wouldn’t really be looking at him. Rather, Guy would be looking at Sukea, the alter ego and disguise that Kakashi has been fooling him with for over a year now. Though Kakashi has done a good job of hiding the truth thus far, there are evenings like this one where he feels as if Guy can see straight through all of it. “But I’m glad you invited me out here tonight even though you only just got back. It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you as well,” Kakashi says, swallowing tightly. He offers up a forced smile and runs a hand through his hair to make sure that the brown, fluffy locks are still perfectly in place as they should be with his partial-transformation jutsu. A full transformation would be much easier to manage for such a risky situation, as he wouldn’t have to worry about the purple face-tape beneath his eyes and the matching eye-shadow that cover his scar or the makeup on his eyebrows potentially coming off, but he spends so much time with Guy in this form that the full transformation would eat up all of his chakra. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
The words should make Kakashi’s heart flutter, but they don't. They’re not meant for him- they’re meant for Sukea, this fake person that he’s created so selfishly.
There are times- like right now- where it hurts. There are nights where Kakashi goes home and finds himself restless with the pain of wishing that Guy was in love with him and only him rather than with Sukea, who Guy is convinced is an entirely separate person. There are days where Kakashi drowns in guilt because he’s purposely deceiving his best friend.
But, he’s happier like this, and so is Guy.
Because like this, he isn’t Kakashi Hatake. He is not the man with a tragic past full of death and failure, nor is he the shell of a person he’s confined himself to be. Like this, he doesn’t avoid intimacy at all costs. He doesn’t push those closest to him away and spend all of his free time in solitude.
Like this, he is simply Sukea. No last name to remind him of his father. No trauma. Just a traveling photographer with a loving heart and a knack for mischief.
For all Guy knows, Sukea comes from a boring nuclear family who lives in a far off civilian town.
For all Guy knows, he’s at least a little bit normal- and Kakashi is desperate to keep it that way.
So, when Guy stands and offers a hand to help him up- even though he still isn’t used to another man’s hands being used to lift him up rather than to hurt him- he takes it, stands, and wraps an arm around Guy’s waist with a smile- because he’s going to convince Guy that he is truly like this for as long as he can.
“So, shall we take this to your place?” Sukea says, knowing full well that he could never take Guy back to his shitty little apartment.
As always, Guy grins down at him and pulls him closer.
“I’d like that.”
~
The next morning, Kakashi slips out of Guy’s apartment window and makes his way home before the older man can wake up and convince him to go out for breakfast. He leaves no indication of when Sukea will be back in town to make things easier on himself and crashes the moment he gets back to his own apartment for a long nap.
“God… I should really stop doing this,” Kakashi mutters to no one but himself upon waking from his slumber. His back is sore, there’s hickeys left on his neck and down his chest, and his legs still feel like gelatin. Memories of Guy gently wiping him down and pressing kisses against the marks left on his skin flash behind his eyes. “One of these days, it’s going to catch up with me… Oh well. Guess I should take a shower.”
After scrubbing the smell of Guy off of him and trying his best to distract himself from their rendezvous, Kakashi goes to sit on his favorite bench in the village to read the first volume of Icha Icha. As much as he’d love to go on a mission right now, he’s already reached his quota for the month and is stuck in the village until further notice (because according to Lady Tsunade, he can’t drown himself in work just because Naruto and Sasuke are gone). The familiar words printed on the pages of his book bring him no comfort, though, as Guy’s chakra signature draws near.
“Kakashi, my dear rival!” Guy calls, leaping down from a nearby tree and joining Kakashi on the bench.
He sits far too close for Kakashi’s comfort and tosses an arm over his shoulder. Kakashi shuts his book as subtly as he can and pretends that the hairs on the back of his neck aren’t standing up right now.
“Guy,” He speaks, bristling underneath the sensation of Guy’s clothed arm against the back of his neck. It’s surprisingly warm. Just like his touch was last night. Rather than looking over at Guy, Kakashi stares at the cover of Icha Icha as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “What’s up?”
“Right now we’re tied at fifty two wins to fifty two wins- I was thinking we should settle the score by having an eating contest at Ichiraku!” Guy explains with a hopeful smile. When Kakashi finally meets his eyes, he can see the utter love and adoration in them. “What do you say?”
It makes Kakashi’s heart hurt because he knows that even with Sukea as a part of his life now, Guy still can’t let go of him. Guy is still in love with him just as much as he is with Sukea and it’ll probably remain that way.
“An eating contest, hm?” Kakashi asks, standing up so he can put some distance between the two of them.
‘Sounds like an excuse for a lunch date… Classic Guy.’
Kakashi shakes his head and starts to walk away, only for Guy to follow close behind him and continue rambling about the ‘eating contest’. All Kakashi can think about is why he keeps doing this to the both of them when he knows the kindest thing to do would be to stop using the Sukea disguise and cut Guy off completely.
Kakashi supposes there’s a logical explanation for why he’s been doing this for so long, when he gets down to really thinking about it.
He’s selfish.
Is said explanation morally justifiable? Not really. But, to him, it makes sense. Guy has had an obvious crush on him since they were children. Kakashi refuses to date him, citing a lack of interest as his reason even though they both know that’s not it. The real reason is that he’s scared of getting too close only to get burned and ruin their two-decade-long-friendship for the sake of romance.
Determined not to have his fears come to fruition, Kakashi remained hellbent on keeping his and Guy’s friendship completely platonic, but the constant complaints about a dull love-life and lack of passion that he’d heard from Guy became tiresome following the last Chunin exams.
Kakashi devised a simple solution; transform into his Sukea disguise, catch Guy at his local bar, and charm him just enough to distract him from Kakashi for a little while.
It was a perfect plan.
The catch?
It worked too well. What was supposed to be a night of magic and romance to get Guy’s spirits up turned into a one-night-stand, which turned into a series of real dates, which has turned into a relationship that they haven’t quite put a label on. This has been going on for over a year and Kakashi swears that it’s a miracle he hasn’t blown his cover yet.
“Yes- an eating contest will be a true test of endurance, stamina, and willpower!” Guy rambles on, snapping Kakashi back to reality. “What do you say?”
“Mah, I’m not feeling it today. Thanks for the offer, though,” Kakashi rejects the invitation and makes another attempt to walk away, only for Guy to stand in front of him.
Kakashi gulps. He’s suddenly reminded of all the nights he’s spent as Sukea lately; of the muscular body that’s currently blocking his path being used to pin him to the wall, the bed, the glass door of Guy’s shower, and every other semi-flat surface in the ravenette’s apartment. Ashamed, Kakashi stares at the dirt road beneath his feet, cheeks burning bright red underneath his mask.
“Ah, but if you refuse my challenge, you lose by default!”
“Then consider yourself in the lead. We’re at fifty two to fifty three wins now, yes?” Kakashi questions and steps around Guy. He shoves his book in one of his large pockets, knowing that he won’t be able to focus on reading it on the way home even if he wanted to. “I’ll make up for it later, so don’t worry about it.”
“Kakashi, wait!”
Much to Kakashi’s horror, Guy exclaims loudly enough that it gains the other villagers’ attention as he grabs Kakashi by the wrist to keep him from leaving.
Kakashi turns, barely meeting Guy’s gaze. He snatches his hand back so fast he’s sure it hurts both of them. The civilians that walk past them stare but don’t stop or say anything.
“What is it?”
“It doesn’t have to be a contest, you know- we can just go get lunch together! As friends, I mean,” Guy offers, and Kakashi’s heart flutters. Part of him wants to accept the offer. The other part of him knows that it would be wrong to do so considering what he’s been doing lately. He’s not even sure he could keep himself from word-vomiting the truth. “If the contest is too much for you today… It’ll be my treat.”
It’s hard to say no. Kakashi knows he needs to, but ever since Sasuke and Naruto left the village, Guy has become increasingly concerned about him. In turn, Guy has been trying to spend more time with him. The problem with that is that Guy refuses to give up no matter how many times Kakashi rejects him- probably because he can tell that, deep down, Kakashi wants him back and just refuses to act on it.
“I’m good.”
“Kakashi, please,” Guy begs, onyx eyes pleading. Guilt makes Kakashi’s stomach sink like heavy, ink black tar. “I know you have a lot going on right now, but you can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Shutting everyone out! You were doing so much better until Sasuke went rogue-”
“I don’t want to talk about that,” Kakashi snaps. “And you don’t know what I’m going through or how I’m doing, so don’t pretend that you have any idea. We’re rivals, yes, and we’ve been friends for a long time, but none of what has happened since Sasuke left is any of your business.”
Guy steps back, crosses his arms over his chest, and lets out a sigh of defeat.
“Are you seriously going to do this again?”
“Yes,” Kakashi nods. “I’ll continue to do what I think is best for the both of us, and right now, that means keeping my distance.”
“You’re wrong,” Guy argues, but he makes no move to stop Kakashi from leaving this time.
“Maybe I am, but if that’s true, and I realize it later down the line, I’ll come to terms with it on my own. I don’t need you to tell me. You’re not my parent, nor are you my partner, a therapist, or anyone else who would be even remotely qualified to meddle in my personal life like you do. Stay out of it.”
“Fine,” Guy spits. Kakashi can practically hear the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “If that’s how you really feel-”
“Listen,” Kakashi interjects. He hates how good Guy is getting at changing his mind about these sorts of things. “We can get lunch, but don’t think I’m going to magically open up to you, alright? I just want to be left alone… And after we get lunch today, you need to leave me be for a while. I’ll come to you when- or if- I need you. I promise.”
Guy looks angry- like he wants to lash out and yell, like he wants to chew Kakashi out for treating him like shit and pushing him to the side for the past twenty years- but that expression quickly settles into something more defeated that Kakashi can’t stand the look of. Guy sighs, and finally, agrees.
“Alright, Kakashi… What would you like to eat?”
~
Lunch with Guy that day is awkward and tense, to say the least. They eat, but no conversation is had. Guy pays the tab and they part ways after practically scarfing down their food to get out of the awkward social situation.
Kakashi regrets giving in and going in the first place. By the time he gets back to his own apartment, he’s tired and wracked with guilt over the argument- and worst of all, unable to distract himself by going on missions or training with his team of Genin. Reading through all of his Icha Icha books hasn’t managed to get his mind off of it either.
Who would’ve guessed that reading a romance novel would make him think about the situation more? Surprisingly, not Kakashi himself.
After hours of lamenting, the Jonin grumbles and rolls out of bed so he can grab the disguise from his closet; green rain coat, beige scarf, black eye contacts, and purple face tape. He pads into the bathroom. The pitter-patter of tiny paws against his wooden floors follows close behind.
As he starts to apply the concealer over his eyelid to cover his scar and then over his arm to cover his tattoo, Kakashi can already feel Pakkun’s beady eyes burning holes of judgment into him. The pug drapes himself over Kakashi’s bare feet and grumbles.
“Going to see Guy again, are you?”
“Sticking your nose in my business again, are you?” Kakashi shoots back, not even sparing Pakkun a glance. He carefully covers his Sharingan with a contact lense and applies the purple tape beneath his eyes.
“As always,” Pakkun retorts. “Sort of weird that you’ve been doing this to the poor idiot for, what, a year?”
“Trust me, I know it’s weird, but you’re not my therapist-”
“Or anyone else who would be qualified to give you life advice, I know. The whole situation is just ridiculous… Can’t help but ruminate about it when it comes up.”
“What are you gonna do, tell him?” Kakashi hums and moves his feet out from underneath Pakkun so he can slide his shoes on. Finally, he performs a partial transformation to change his hair, make his figure a little bulkier, and slides on his shoes. “Again, it’s not your business.”
“And yet you vent to me about it once a month. If you didn’t want me to know, you wouldn’t tell me… And you also wouldn’t come back so often reeking of sweat and hair gel.”
“Look, I’m gonna get out of here, okay? I’ll see you later. I don’t know where the others are right now, but whenever they get back, there’s cooked steak and veggies for you all in the fridge; you just have to heat them up.”
Pakkun nods and briskly walks out of the room, probably to go lay in Kakashi’s bed and coat the sheets with his hair since he knows the man is going to be leaving. Kakashi doesn’t even bother scolding the Ninken or trying to get him to stop, instead packing a small overnight bag (even though he never stays long enough to fall asleep) and heading out.
The streets in Konoha are loud and bustling despite the time of night. The moon shines down on the village as civilians and ninja alike go up and down the streets, popping in and out of shops and chatting. Many travel in pairs, arm in arm, hand in hand, looking at each other with adoration in their eyes. Kakashi blends in with the crowd easily since he’s missing his ninja gear, and since he does, no one bats an eye in his direction- even while he blatantly stares at the couples he passes who are so blatantly putting their love for each other on display. He wonders if, maybe someday, him and Guy could do that- with him as himself, rather than as Sukea.
With a frown, he shakes his head to clear it of the thought. He isn’t sure he wants to open that can of worms any time soon, let alone tonight when he’s already emotional.
Quickly, he enters the residential area where Guy’s apartment is located and makes his way to the older man’s door. He knocks and is unsurprised when he gets an immediate answer.
“Sukea!” Guy greets, a beaming smile on his face. Kakashi- Sukea, now- isn’t sure whether he should feel excited or guilty. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
“What can I say? I missed you too much to stay away.”
Guy’s apartment is stupidly perfect in a way that makes Sukea’s heart throb in his chest when he’s there. With seasonal potpourri bowls in each room that make the place reek of pecans and apples, old pictures of them and all of their friends hung unevenly on the walls, and training gear strewn about, Sukea thinks he could stay forever before remembering that he can’t. So, he enjoys it while he can, grinning when Guy pulls him into his arms, lifts him up, and carries him into the bedroom.
~
Sukea wakes up the following morning and realizes three things.
One, the bedroom is no longer lit by the lamp on Guy’s nightstand but by natural sunlight that comes pouring through the blinds.
Two, he fell asleep the night before without realizing it, meaning that it must be morning.
And three, he can’t maintain any jutsu in his sleep, so he is now Kakashi rather than Sukea. Yet, when he rubs the sleep out of his eyes, Guy is still very much there. The ravenette has a soft smile on his face as he runs a hand through Kakashi’s silver hair and leans forward to press a kiss against Kakashi’s cheek. Kakashi, on the other hand, panics. Guy clearly sees said panic in Kakashi’s face and reacts accordingly.
“Kakashi… It’s okay, you know,” Guy tries to comfort Kakashi and reaches forward for him to no avail.
Kakashi thinks he must look like an idiot as he jerks away and sits up to furrow his brow and dwell on why the fuck Guy is acting like his usual reassuring, loving self instead of losing his mind at the fact that he’s been being tricked for over a year. Incredibly self-conscious, Kakashi rips the blanket that they were previously sharing from Guy and uses it to cover his body as well as the lower half of his face. If he weren’t already embarrassed about the Sukea predicament, he definitely is at the prospect of Guy seeing him- as himself- completely nude.
“Wait,” Kakashi breathes out and reaches up to remove the single contact in his Sharingan before allowing it to flutter shut. The contact is haphazardly tossed in Guy’s bedside trash can, which is also full of empty water bottles, beer cans, and used condoms from the night before. Kakashi’s face flushes pink in a mixture of embarrassment and horror. “You knew?”
“Uh,” Guy clears his throat, his cheeks also darkening. “Yes? You didn’t… Wait, did you not know that I knew?”
“Why didn’t you… I didn’t… I mean, um, I should probably just go,” Kakashi scrambles to stand up with the blanket wrapped around him so he can get his clothes back on, but in the midst of his panic, he trips and falls over one of his abandoned shoes. Thankfully, Guy rolls over to the edge of the bed and gets up just in time to catch Kakashi by the waist and steady him on his feet. When Kakashi tries to slip away, Guy shakes his head, to which Kakashi groans and closes both eyes. “Please, just let me leave. I’m humiliated enough as it is and I understand that you’re probably pissed, but I don’t want to talk about this.”
“I’m not just going to let you run away from this, too. We need to talk- there’s clearly been some sort of miscommunication here!”
“What’s there to talk about?” Kakashi sighs. Guy lets him pull away, but this time, he doesn’t run, opting to sit on the edge of the bed with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “I mean… If you knew… Why did you let me continue? What exactly does this mean to you?”
“Well, when you’re like this…” Guy pauses, sits down next to Kakashi, and reaches under the blanket to hold his hand. Against his better judgment, Kakashi reciprocates and intertwines their fingers. Guy’s touch is warm and genuine, just like the man himself. Although Kakashi isn’t anticipating a reaction of anger and betrayal anymore, he’s still conflicted- and, more importantly, confused. “It’s the only way you let me in. I know, it went too far, but… I assumed that we were both in on it. Did you seriously think you could fool me with a disguise like that?”
“Would you be mad if I said ‘yes’?”
“No, I can’t be mad at you,” Guy laughs and shakes his head. When Kakashi glances over, the older man is wistfully staring at the old picture of them that’s hung on the wall across from where they’re sitting. “Just frustrated with you… Don’t you remember the first time I saw you as Sukea?”
“Of course I do.”
“I guess I should’ve actually asked you about it instead of just assuming, but even though it took me a few minutes to figure it out that night, I did, and I assumed it was intentional… Like you wanted the connection I was so desperately trying to initiate with you but felt as if you weren’t allowed to have it as yourself. Like you did it with the intention of us both being in on it and just… Not talking about it in our day to day. I get that, as a ninja, it’s easier to keep your personal life separate from your work life- you’ve always been that way, but for you, I’ve always been a part of both faucets of your life and you were just so desperate to keep the two separated despite that.”
“Well, that assumption wasn’t completely wrong… I think I understand, and I’m sorry for everything. Are you really not mad at me?”
“I’m not mad, but I am offended on your behalf since you thought all this time that you had to use this- this alter ego of yours to get me to fall in love with you! Kakashi, I’ve always loved you for you- and I love Sukea, too. I understand that he’s a part of you, and that you find comfort in being him, but… I love all of you equally, not just Sukea. What did you think would happen when I found out? That I’d lose my mind and abandon you over this? That I’d be angry?”
Kakashi lets out a nervous laugh.
“Well…” He trails off, allowing the sheet to drop completely so Guy can see his face; his awkward grin, the mole he’s always been self conscious about, his red cheeks, his nose- which is a little crooked after the break he suffered from that one fight however many years ago.
“That’s exactly what you thought, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re wrong,” Guy leans forward to rest a hand on either side of Kakashi’s face. He holds it tenderly in his grasp as if Kakashi is fragile, as if he’s something to be cherished. The sweetness of it has Kakashi melting onto Guy’s soft sheets. “I love you, and I love every part of you. You know that.”
“I… Suppose you’re right,” Kakashi murmurs. “Do you want me to leave now?”
“Do you want to leave? After all of that?”
“Well, no-”
“Then what do you want to do?” Guy asks. “Do what you want, Kakashi. Whatever you want.”
“Okay,” Kakashi nods. “I’ll do what I want, then.”
And so, Kakashi leans forward, capturing Guy’s lips with his own and laughing between kisses when the two of them tumble back into bed.
#drabble#drabbles#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto fanfiction#oneshot#oneshots#fanfiction#kakashi hatake#kakagai fanfiction#kakagai#kakaguy#maito guy#maito gai#might guy
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Pay Attention to me
Paring: Eren Yeager x Reader
Warning(s): fem!reader, praise, teasing, oral sex, biting, soft.
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It's late in the afternoon and you finally have some free time, you planned on playing MK11 on your newly repaired Nintendo switch lite. You were determined to finish the entire story mode in one sitting, nothing was going to stop you from doing so!
Your boyfriend of 5 years, Eren, would bring you food and water every time you asked. He himself found it amusing at how determined you are to beat your game, he knew you've been wanting to do this for awhile.
But that didn't mean he was accepting of your attention being off of him for so long.
"You have three days off, you could always finish your game tomorrow." Eren was laid between your thighs as you continued to mash buttons, determined to win what ever fight you've come across.
"But I want to do it today, right now." You've been waiting forever to have the chance to do this, video games were something you never played about.
Though they were supposed to be a stress reliever....
"Every time you play those games, I feel like I don't matter to you." He puts on a fake, over dramatic pout.
"Cry about it." You were dead serious.
He drops his head between your thighs and you continue to ignore him and play your game. Time passes by and you're on the final chapter, you need to focus if you're gonna win. This is it, this is where your hard work will pay off. Nothing was about to take you away from this. Nothing.
Until...
"Eren! What the hell, stop!" You try and close your legs but can't due to his head being in the way.
"You better pay attention to your game, you don't wanna lose. Do you?" Cocky bastard, as if he wasn't just biting your thighs.
"You better not cost me my win." You grit your teeth, just what the hell was he playing at?
Eren rolls his eyes and puts his focus on your cunt. You were only in a t-shirt and panties, any other clothes would've prevented you from playing the best you can. He starts to lick at the blue fabric, soaking it with his saliva.
"Fuck- Eren!" You could have sex later, you need to finish this game.
Anything you say is going in one ear and out the other, this was the consequences of your actions. That's how he sees it anyway,
He begins to suck on the soaked fabric, you jerk your hips into him. Just because you want him to stop doesn't mean it doesn't feel good.
He pulls away for a second, leaning back, he pulls your panties down and off your legs and throws them somewhere in the room. He gets back to business, licking your bare pussy. He focuses on your folds the most, avoiding your clit on purpose.
"Bastard." You're on the last fight, if only he could let up a bit.
He slips his tongue inside you, wiggling it around as if he can't taste enough of you. Kinda pathetic of him, but you keep that comment to yourself.
"Slut." You call him, your legs start to open wider due the pleasure getting to you.
He pulls his tongue out, "I should be saying that to you."
You ignore him and start mashing buttons even harder, you're winning.
All of a sudden he starts to suck on your clit and you abandon the game and throw the switch to the side. Your back starts to arch, your right hand goes and pulls at his hair while the left goes under your pillow to support you.
You're close, really close. You just need one more push.
And it comes.
He must've read your mind because he starts to swirl his tongue around as he continues to suck. You let out a high pitch moan and your whole body shakes. This has to be one of the best orgasms you've ever had. Behind a few others of course.
You fall back on the bed breathing heavily, Eren sits up on his knees and smirks down at your tired state. He runs his tongue over his lips.
"You can't be tired already, we've still got a long way to go." As he says this, your eyes travel down his body and stop to stare at the big tent in front of his pants.
Oh fuck-
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nandi mokena headcanons/rewriting/etc.
(june/11/1999)
gemini sun | taurus moon | scorpio rising
ENFP (Ne-Fi-Te-Si) - 6w5 - so/sp - 793 - Sanguine [Dominant]
general headcanons:
• either ace-het or ace-bi, cis, she/her,
• i think this is canon, but she is a gifted child in the family. she was in top 5 of the class and popular as hell,
• she is that mf of friend group that will always bring up snacks and drinks with yourself,
• her love language is making edits of funny/embarrassing photos of others with music that totally don't match vibe with anything included in edit,
• her tiktok and instagram likes are full of some people talking gibberish and cringe compilations, so if u want to get her joke you at least need to know lore of all of this people and incidents that happened x years ago,
• when we talking about memes, she loves absurdism humor, so when shakes send something to her that he thinks is funny, her face is like: 😐 how are we even related?,
• i also think she is reading the most surreal literature (franz kafka is her beloved),
• skarra pierced her ears for the first time,
• she is very loyal,
• her notes are full of stickers, adhesive gems and drawings. some of things are even written in glitter gel pen,
• her channel is pretty much all things mixed up. there is commentary, there is gaming, there is some art projects and video blogs, everybody can find something for themselfves,
• she goes to film school.
through the series (og tv show, rewriting)
SEASON 1:
• for me, season 1 starts at the time when shakes is 20 years old, so by this logic nandi is 17,
• there is no physical apperance of her, she is just mentioned by (mainly) shakes.
SEASON 2:
• at the beginning of the season her and shakes are talking about the fact that nandi moved to college (they have their little family bonding time),
• in s2e5 (el sound of silencio) spenz calls her to help him and fran, but she just listened to all of this shit and was like: ok bro 🧍🏾♀️*disconnects*,
• in s2e13 she tracked down skarra before this big "all stars vs supa strikas match" and interviewed him about this fucked up rivarly that him and shakes have (she saw both of them in tv last night), and why they even decided to have a bet of the pitch where they had great time together in past (like hell, nandi knew that this friendship was homoerotic, holy shit). ofc nandi "as annoying as the little shit she was" (skarra's words, not mine), she didn't take any type of crap from him about this whole situation. after this, she called shakes out on his stupid ass actions, in his apartament, and just left him with: you both are total blockheads. and shakes was like: both? who is both? wtf.
SEASON 3
• in season 3 nandi and shakes have this conversation about what nandi meant, when she literally lit into him in his own apartament before super league final. to which nandi,, replied with: ahh yeah. but this doesn't matter. at least this debt of yours and skarra's was dissolved :D. after, they had honest conversation and disscus about childhood and how this can't be put before good of the team (nandi wanted to argue with this, but then she quickly give up. all the stress that the shakes' finale cost her was enough for her),
• at this season we see more of nandi as a future filmmaker, because she trolls everyone on twitter with uploading this type of videos like fake interviews with celebrities (and with some footballers ;)),
• in college, she met woman from completely other school (remember this. i probably make headcanons for this semi canon character so wink wink) and became friends with her,
SEASONS 4-7:
• all of her story arcs focus on her career and school and on a few other events that will be described by me as i write about other women from strikas universe.
relationships with (disclaimer: i do not include her relarionship with shakes and their mom, bc it was pretty well managed in rookie season. i will probably make another post but about whole mokena's family dynamic):
• skarra: writers rotally fucked up. WASTED POTENTIAL.
their relationship definitely started as: you are my brother's (boy)friend/you are shakes' sister. and then, they became partners in crimes. when shakes, skarra and nandi went to school nandi always pulled out a card titled: don't talk to me like that, or i'm gonna call my brother and my brother's best friend. in othet occasions, skarra went to nandi and asked some stupid questions like: ey, nandi you have ruler to lend 🧍♂️?? (,,yo, nandi you want some hotdogs?", ,,nandi, we are going to shopping mall", ,,hey, nandi you have some time to hide a body----?"). why writers of rookie season acted like nandi wouldn't care that much about skarra, like he literally used to call nandi's mom 'auntie' wtf wtf wtf.
• klaus: YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BE HER FAV OUT OF SHAKES' TEAMMATES. nandi and klaus definitely have long conversations about shows that they watched, about ships, about premieres. they are just two little nerds with heads full of ideas <33333
• mara: me and @strudelbbg once talked about mara and nandi's possible relation and we decided that mara, when nandi was younger, probably carried her on her back and stuff. tldr mara sees nandi as "little sis 💞💞💞💞",
• others: ?
fashion headcanons
• i think she would wear these "crazy" make-ups like:
(i also think that people, who would be her fans and shakes' fans would create threads on twitter titled: nandi's makeups as team colors of supa strikas rivals')
(and nandi would reblog these posts🥰)
• has 3 pairs of dungarees,
• a lot of fandom t-shirts but not ones designed in "tomboy" way but in "girly" way, shirts with strawberry shortcake, winx club, princess peach from mario, destiny's child members etc.,
• HANDMADE RINGS, BRACELETS, NECKLACES, EARRINGS EVERYTHING,
• she is fan of crocheted clothes (especially sweaters, tank tops, knee socks),
• even tho she is popular, she wears second hand clothing and buys from smaller companies (rich people clothing ugly and she don't want to be one of them),
• wears bralettes as form of a lingerie,
• when she wears dress she NEEDS to have tights under,
• when it comes to shoes she likes: new balance, converses, CROCKS and mary janes but on a small heel.
music headcanons
• definitely had nightcore phase when she was younger,
• hates slow music,
• like i said destiny's child fan, probably likes also avril lavigne and mariah carey, and maybe blackpink.
#supa strikas#supa strikas women#supa strikas nandi#headcanon: supa strikas#supa strikas shakes#supa strikas skarra#implied sharra#supa strikas rewriting
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In light of the recent ask: Toji is soft for you. No, he wouldn't leave you with the kid. Yes, he would marry you.
So my question is: what was his proposal like?
omg omg i love this question. i never want a marriage irl but if it's toji then i am ready hehe
look i like grand gestures. sure they are so lovely and lustrous. but as someone who understands emotion on another level, i think anything done or made by own hand and efforts, even the simplest, is true love. but toji always thought i liked a grand party. i did tbh whenever we went at our enemy's big event as spies or assassins, i was always struck by the decor and the money. toji didn't miss the sparkle and awe in my eyes.
it was sunday. it is also my relaxing day but toji had just sent a message saying we have work. i was working whole week. planning strategies was a hard job but i had nothing else to do plus i thought i'd buy myself those boots i have my eyes on with the money. he told me to dress nicely telling me it was another rich people's gala we need to attend.
two hours later when i reached the location he has sent me in, i was thinking if i was lost. he told me it was an open ground but i was in front of a planetarium. i was talking in call with him and he told me to go inside. i did. when i walked in, there was no receptionist or manager at the counter so i thought something serious had happened here. i balled up my long ass gown and ran down the theatre.
pitch black
well. atleast in the start. two seconds later there was a cosmos on all four side. the dome was a universe. well...led screen but it looked so beautiful, i was pulled by the euphoric feeling. there was a supernova in a corner and a nebula. i loved them so much. i love astronomy.
"you see that darling?" a raspy voice whispered from behind. "that's what you're made of. a star"
i turned around in confusion and opened my mouth to ask the million questions i had but he didn't let me.
"did you know all my life i thought stars were fake. the way people portray them in drawings, the way we see it twinkle. it's not a star. it's merely a ball of god knows what refracting on earth that we mistake it for shining."
"toji— what are you trying to say?"
"that i thought stars are fake...until i found one. found you. you actually fucking shine. you brighten up this mess of my life. your eyes they...they twinkle whenever you get excited."
"what did you drink?? i still don't know where's this conversation go—wha—" i saw him goin on one knee.
"i know i am not the greatest person or even the best you could do. but you're the first person to make my heart beat so fast, it feels like it might explode. you're the only person who has managed to make me do my own laundry. you're my entire fucking universe, forget world. my existence only matters if i am by your side. i don't ever wanna wake up without you next to me ever again. so pasi...will you wake up next to me as my wife for the rest of our lives??"
at this point i have snot running down my nose because what the heck WHERE DID HE LEARN THISE ROMANTIC WORDS??
"only if you promise to let me sleep on the left side," i chuckle while i am crying. "i love you so much. make me yours, toji" he slid the ring hehe and happy ending
(next day the bill arrived and the planetarium thing cost a lot😭😭 but he managed it)
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I couldn’t sleep last night, but desperately needed to try because I had an early morning today, which sent my brain down various useless rabbit holes, one of which was: Story Stakes.
Generally, this is something very important to communicate in your queries/blurbs/pitches/cover copies. People need to know why anything in the story matters. But a lot of people interpret stakes as, “What are the costs if they fail?” and that just seems too limited to me. It’s always an “They Win, Or Else.”
And it feels fake. You can write “Or they’ll all die,” or “The rebellion will be quashed forever,” or, “The galaxy will explode,” as much as you want, but very, very few stories actually follow through on that. To me, it doesn’t hit me with much impact, because I know it’s not a real option or risk. This is a story. Stories almost never end that way, and many of those would be hard to actually accomplish.
So maybe they’re stakes for your character. But they’re not stakes for a reader. My emotional investment in the story isn’t going to be tied to fear they might explode the damn galaxy.
I have rarely written characters who were motivated by what would happen if they failed, or had them think often about the costs of failure. Most often, I write characters who are pursuing something more and think about what they might miss out on gaining. I write characters who are going to be emotionally destroyed if they cannot succeed because they weren’t good enough/didn’t try hard enough/made mistakes.
And to me, that’s much more engaging. Will the character lose much but time and an opportunity? Maybe not. But how do you go back to the status quo when you were a fingertip away from something better?
The status quo is losing. Remaining how things were is the price of failure. You don’t have to backslide from the book’s opening for the characters to have lost. I don’t have to write an Or Else.
And I think it’s also much more likely as an ending than horrific catastrophic failure. A character losing out on something they wanted and having to emotionally confront that and move forward is actually reasonably common. A story with a bittersweet ending where things are in some ways better and some ways worse but not what the characters were hoping for are reasonably common—and they often hurt a reader worse than watching everything fall apart does.
I give characters hope and desire and if the reader doesn’t truly believe they won’t really get what they wanted, they’re at least likely to follow along for the emotional catharsis of seeing them win instead of for fear that they lose.
I’m still tired and still haven’t slept. Maybe this doesn’t make sense to anyone but me. But I prefer to lead with carrots and not sticks, especially for readers who don’t have to invest.
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Looking back in Season 1, when Jamie and Dani take penalty kicks in “Two Aces”, it’s unlikely that Jamie’s actually injured and faking it to miss training, right? Unless he’s actually lost it and is on the pitch after sustaining injuries from his father for being benched? I love the Injured!Jamie fics from this scene, but I’m wondering what your thoughts are?
Ok, so I think in canon, it was truly that he was faking nonexistent injuries because 1) he was pissed off at Ted for being benched and 2) he was beyond frustrated at not understanding Ted's expectations and where his boundaries were. So I think doing that was his way of "testing the limits" and seeing just how much he could get away with before Ted completely snapped (and to that end, I think it worked a little bit better than Jamie had anticipated or prepared for. He does get Ted to snap, but it comes at the cost of Jamie being very actively triggered, which we see onscreen.) Anyway in Jamie's mind, I think he believes he can handle anything as long as he knows what's coming, and this was how he decided he was going to figure that out.
To add another layer...I do think sometimes about how Jamie had probably hid many a "minor" (read: not obviously visible to his coaches just by looking at him) injury in the past and practiced or played matches through it. What if this was the first time Jamie went to a coach and told him he couldn't play because of non-visible injuries, and that was the response? Obviously Jamie knows he's faking it and he's being a prick on purpose this time, and even though Ted doesn't respond well, I think we can at least say Ted's anger was justified. Still, I think in the moment that could've easily felt to Jamie like confirmation that he'd done the right thing by hiding all the times those injuries were actually real. If this is what happens, he was right not to tell, sort of thing. Which is like. wow, ouch.
ALSO, apropos of nothing in canon apart from his generally rancid vibes, I actually wonder if James Sr. didn't go the route of taking on a ~united front~ with his son after that particular incident. Like, in my head I can envision Jamie getting a call from his dad after that match, expecting to be berated for being benched, and instead ALL of his dad's vitriol is focused on that yankee fucker Ted Lasso. Because 1) Jamie was playing that match "well" according to his father's standards, wasn't he? He was making himself the center of attention and he was scoring goals, which is all his dad cares about. He's benched for not being a team player, James Sr. doesn't give a shit about being a team player, therefore he thinks the benching itself was unwarranted 2) I think James Sr. loathed Richmond even before Ted got there, because he doesn't want Jamie playing for Richmond, he wants Jamie playing for City. Ted's arrival offers a very convenient scapegoat to channel his resulting anger.
So i think it's incredibly possible that James took on a very buddy-buddy "Your coach is an American idiot who wouldn't understand football if the ball hit him in the face, and you deserve better than that son. We need to get you back to City, Jamie" etc. attitude. In which Jamie, thrown off further by his dad switching around the script on him, is spurred on further with thoughts he was already having: Yes, this IS all Lasso's fault, yes i AM better than this stupid team, etc. etc. Which fuels his anger and drives him to do what he does the next day in practice.
.......all of that said, I too am a sucker for fics where the injuries were real 🫣 it's such an interesting and complicated possibility to think about (and who knows, it IS still a possibility, we don't know anything for sure!) Very akin to another one of my favorite headcanons: Jamie's eyebrow slit being the result of an injury he sustains/scar he acquires between seasons 1 & 2 instead of merely a cosmetic fashion choice. Do I actually think that's what happened in canon? No, I think it’s much more likely Jamie just thought it looked cool as fuck LOL. But i loveeee exploring it in fics. it's fun to play around in the sandbox!!
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i couldn't decide between Alex having thinky thoughts or funny dialogue, but look! i magically made the thinky thoughts funny, so i did get to combine the two. in other words, thanks to @priincebutt for helping me decide what vibe to go with for this week's lil snippet of psych au!
Alex is deeply aware of exactly how far reaching the consequences are if he gets found out. He’s dedicated a lot of brain space in the last few days to weighing the costs and benefits of continuing to do this, and so far what he’s been able to come up with is this:
Pro: He and Nora get to do all the mystery solving they loved as kids without all the paperwork and red tape.
Con: They get caught and all the people they help put in jail will have their cases re-examined. (They’re rock solid cases, no one’s getting exonerated over it, but the shadow it would cast over the Department? Less than ideal.)
Pro: He gets to help people, something he’s always wanted to do.
Con: The number of people he’ll hurt if they discover he’s a fraud.
Pro: Putting away bad guys.
Con: Becoming the bad guy.
Any rational person would look at that list and think to themselves: “Hmm, better not”. (He doesn't know why this hypothetical person's inner voice sounds like Rebel Wilson in Pitch Perfect, but he doesn't exactly have time to interrogate it.) But that’s not how Alex Claremont-Diaz rolls. No, he’s doing a full-on Tokyo Drift right around those red flags. He’s lying his way through doing good deeds, and being fingered as a fake psychic probably wouldn’t crack the top ten on the list of ways he’s managed to disappoint the people closest to him in the past. So, as the kids say: fuck it, we ball.
no pressure tagging: @alasse9, @wellhalesbells, taking @kiwiana-writes open tag, and anyone else who posts today!
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The Ghost In My Heart
Pt.4
Warnings: romance, angst, death, canon character death, suicide, grief, and sad vibes again, sorry broskis
Preface: I'm sure you know what's about to go down, I just hope you're prepared for it. At the end of this part there are 2 links, 1 to a good ending that messes with the canon timeline, and 1 to a bad ending that keeps up the canon timeline, but at a cost. So choose as you wish, and I hope you enjoy part 5 and the end of The Ghost In My Heart.
You sleep dreamlessly all through the night. Until dawn breaks and your eyelids are greeted by the morning sun. You open your eyes and pick your head up off the pillow, your neck and back ache from the position you slept in. As the events of the night come rushing back to you, your head throbs with the pain of the after effects of the laudanum and you hold your head and try to stand. You rush out into the hall, “William! Madame Leota!” you yell down the hallway, but no one answers, and the servants and maids are nowhere to be found. Fearing for the worst you sprint as fast your legs can take you down the stairs and into the foyer. “William!” you shout into the foyer, still begging, hoping, pleading, for an answer. “Y/n? What is it? What are you shouting about?” You hear William say stepping out of the living room. “Oh William, I'm so glad to see you.” You say relieved, walking over to him. “Are you alright, my dear?” He says, concerned. William hadn’t called anyone a pet name since Eleanor, so you became suspicious of him. “I am for now. Where is Madame Leota?” you ask. “She’s in the garden, why?” He questions back. “Oh nothing, just a bad dream I suppose.” You say. “Well I’m glad to see you’re back in good health, darling.” He beams like you haven’t seen him do in a while and he hooks his arm under yours and guides you down the hall. “In a merry mood today, William?” You ask, still keeping up a smiling facade. “Why of course! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m with my love!” He says cheerily looking down at you. You stop dead in your tracks and you drop your facade. “I knew it.” you pull away and glare daggers at him. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” He says tilting his head. You pull out your safety dagger from your boot and point it right between his eyes. “Get. Out. Now.” You demand. The fake William laughs maniacally, his voice down pitches and becomes a mist. You hold your dagger true as the hatbox ghost materializes out of the mist, clapping. “My what a performance from both the lead and love interest. What gave it away? Oh, I know what it was, it’s that William never loved you.” He taunts. “What did you do to William and Madame Leota?” you demand. “Nothing they didn’t ask for.” He scoffs. “Where are they?” you keep your sternness. “Well where did you last leave them?” He questions back. You think for a moment and realize he’s too stubborn to tell you directly. So you start with his clue and head for the seance room. “Call for me when you need me.” He says, dematerializing.
You open the portrait to the seance room and see no one there but Madame Leota’s crystal ball, but it’s all clouded over. You hope that she got out like it seems the maids and servants did. You walked out to the living room, but no one was there. Getting frustrated, you walk to the dining room. Low and behold, on the floor, there William lays. “No, no, no, William.” You begin to cry, rushing to his side. You see the arsenic bottle on the floor and then pick up the letter that was beside him. It reads that he spoke with Eleanor and that they’ll be reunited in death if they could not be in life. “Aww what a sad sight to behold.” You hear the hatbox ghost’s voice sound beside you. You look over and whip out your dagger again at him. “I don’t think that dagger can help you now.” He says bemused. Your arm goes limp, and you cry over William’s body. “You know, I could help you.” He says, stepping closer to you. “How?” You sniffle. “I can trade your souls. He gets to come back to life, and you get to die knowing he’s alive again.” He says cunningly. You think about it for a moment. “You could really do that?” You ask. “Well of course. Quite simple, really. Maybe he’ll finally realize you loved him.” He says, trying to sweeten the deal. “Then I’ll do it. Not for my own sake. But so that he can live and have a happy life. It doesn’t matter if he knows I loved him. I would do anything for him so that he may be happy.” You say gently, running a hand over his arm. "It's quite a dangerous process I must warn." He says. "Danger has never stopped me before, and it won't be stopping me now." You say still watching over William's lifeless body in your arms. “Then I just need one thing from you.” the ghost says, and you look over to him. “Drink the arsenic, and once you have crossed over, I can put his soul back in his body. I'll be waiting for you on the other side.” He says confidently and dematerializes. You reach for the arsenic, looking down at William’s body once more. “I hope you can live to see better days than I could have ever hoped to make for you. But for me, it's on to the next great adventure. In the great beyond. ” You say shedding one final tear and downing the rest of the arsenic. You lay down beside William and fall asleep, letting the arsenic take hold of your mortality.
For Better: https://www.tumblr.com/seriously-nobody/728906125773307904/for-better?source=share
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For Worse: https://www.tumblr.com/seriously-nobody/728906131563479040/for-worse?source=share
#haunted mansion#the haunted mansion#haunted mansion 2023#william gracey#master gracey#william gracey x reader#william gracey x you#master gracey x you#master gracey x reader#alistair crump#hatbox ghost#the hatbox ghost#madame leota#angst
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aw man why was the arctic monkeys concert…like that?
the main thing was that i literally just thought it sounded really bad, both the band and the venues sound. i felt like the vocals were really bad and i couldnt hear the bass at all which was compounded by the fact i felt like the guitar work wasnt very good. there was a lot of feedback at one point during the show (i think multiple tbh) which i feel vindicated that i wasnt crazy. idk how but i somehow felt like i couldnt hear anything (never felt like that at a concert before) and like it was hurting my ears.
this is not really about the show itself but the lineup procedure was very bad, drawn out and disorganized and there was a lot of cutting for something that took 2 hours and a ton of screaming to do “fairly”. i also felt like the people there were kind of awful, usually theres like a sense of at least fake camraderie when youre in line for hours but there was none of that, plus i was next to this group of girls who were shit talking their friend who had headphones in and couldnt hear them.
also it was the most invasive and over the top bag policy ive ever experienced. venue was also fugly and was also not in an awesome location in terms of transportation, what was around, and safety. there also wasnt enough staff around at all given what they were asking of us
ive also never considered myself to be sensitive to flashing before but the strobing during the show hurt. there was also basically no set design, props, or confetti/inflatables, creative lighting, fog, water, anything. most big rock acts ive seen (weezer, mcr, green day, fob, panic, etc) have used almost all of them plus pyro/fireworks/other sfx so i was pretty surprised. i wasnt super close to the stage but i feel like i wouldve noticed if they had. they also abruptly cut the walkout music mid-song after only about 90 seconds or so and turned the lights up to full blast (ow) which was also really jarring and then they turned the music back on after maybe 20 seconds which i felt (like the mic feedback) vindicated that i wasnt crazy and whoever running sound was kind of clueless
opener also wasnt good. there was only one opener which i was glad for given how bad it was but i felt like the wait times between sets were a bit much— i feel like other big rock shows ive seen have managed to do a lot more in the same or not much more time, like somehow squeezed in 3-5 bands. the opener was also a pretty small band, which was fine but all in all it felt like kind of ripoff given how much it cost-- the most important thing is how the headlining band sounds but that was. also real bad.
finally alex also seemed like a very uncharismatic and uncomfortable performer to a degree that was offputting, he also didnt look so hot in general -- not like attractiveness, i mean as slang for sickly haha.
i dont want to be a hater but no one goes into a rock concert of one of their all-time top streamed artists they paid hundreds and *wants* to feel like they need to cover their ears during the show lol.
i know i was pitching a fit about the fob wrigley show but it wasnt actually bad, i was just mad i couldnt hear the bass at all during headfirst slide, they played 3 covers and i didnt like my 8ball song . otherwise it was fine. but this was like legit for real unpleasant. ive gone to over like 60 concerts including seeing the arctic monkeys a really long time ago so i feel like i have a good metric for what concerts are like normally haha
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coffee shop au?? ohoho please do elaborate~
basically, under the assumption this is like a 24hr coffeeshop/diner-
Xandin- a fucking cryptid. comes in at like 4am for a black coffee with an ungodly and concerning amount of espresso. Everyone is scared shitless of him despite him not doing anything. its the aura he exudes. gives a decent tip no matter what.
Yuuki- is really only there to socialize? is always hanging around to chat but never orders anything. leaves a huge tip anyway. The old folks adore him and he brings in a shit ton of business.
Andrew- he's a busy man, pops in to grab an americano for himself and whatever gimmicky sugar abomination is currently on the menu for Pitrio. The most patient and understanding customer ever. anyone being mean to the workers gets the coldest glare known to mankind. tips royally well
Claudia- Orders black coffee and requests that some grounds be put in it. a woman that is feared by god. give her one of those cute little croissants in the window there. no not the pretty one the fucked up looking one that kinda looks like a face. tips whoever served her directly in crumpled wads of cash.
Vylasia- ALL in for the dumbass gimmick drinks no matter how fucking stupid they are. Doesnt really go to coffee shops often so its always a novelty for her. ends up paying too much but just says to keep the change.
Cy- Despises how dependent on coffee they are but considering they have a clerical job it is a necessity. It's too early for this shit. they keep their sunglasses on indoors as they order a pitch black coffee. Tips with their card and just says to tip whatever percentage, they don't care.
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Elysium- Comes in after his morning run, they should be ordering a green smoothie or some other healthy bullshit but he never does. Its always an iced coffee. everyday. they ordered the green smoothie once and the feeling of muted disgust was palpable. Tips generously as long as their order isn't fucked up
Black Dahlia- Not big on coffee, but will order a different tea on the menu everyday and judge them accordingly, especially the iced tea. This is a test, don't fuck it up. If the tea is up to her standards she will become a regular but somehow only shows up when business is slow and no one else is around. only tips if they tea is good.
Overdose- comes in at 2 in the morning and requests that their coffee be brewed with an energy drink. they will provide said energy drink if asked. adds a terrifying amount of sugar to their drink afterwards. beyond their coffee war crime they are easy to chat with and they enjoy shooting the shit with the employees. tips with one of those fake money cards with scripture as a joke but it does have actual money inside when you unfold it.
Cold- Orders a coffee with cream but no sugar. On days where they are not busy they will order their coffee and sit in a secluded spot with a novel until they have finished reading the entire thing. Once they are finished they will tip the same amount every time and silently leave.
Sweetheart- Comes in just to take a pitstop from riding but can be very easily swayed to order something. Not really knowledgeable on coffee but can be recommended a mocha or a latte. Would be delighted with any heart shaped coffee art. more of a weekly-ish regular than a daily one and his tips fluctuate greatly but he does always tip.
The Host- COFFEE SNOB. Will send a cup back if it isnt exactly right. They aren't rude but they are very exacting and will give a lecture on the intricacies of the drink they ordered, ignoring the fact there are other people in line. they need to just make their own coffee at home. tips astronomically well but at what cost.
#TVoL:Xandin#TVoL:Yuuki#TVoL:Andrew#TVoL:Claudia#TVoL:Vylasia#TVoL:Cy#SLSQ:Sweetheart#SLSQ:Elysium#SLSQ:Black Dahlia#SLSQ:Cold#SLSQ:Overdose#SLSQ:The Host
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Rare Gold Pendant Celebrating Henry VIII’s First Marriage Discovered
The heart-shaped accessory features the entwined initials of the Tudor king and Catherine of Aragon.
In June 1520, the rulers of France and England declared their friendship with an over-the-top display of wealth and power. Known as the Field of Cloth of Gold, the two-and-a-half-week summit featured feasts, jousts, wrestling matches, masques and an endless stream of entertainment. Neither France’s Francis I nor England’s Henry VIII spared any expense on the celebration, which cost the equivalent of around $19 million today.
Publicly, the Field of Cloth of Gold’s goal was diplomacy, marking an alliance between the two kingdoms. But the event had an underlying purpose: allowing each monarch “to outdo the other in splendor and military prowess,” as historian Tracy Borman told Smithsonian magazine in 2020. The kings’ personal “rivalry … was so intense that it almost blinded them to the expense involved,” she said. “They were desperate to prove their superiority over each other, no matter the cost.”
Few traces of the summit survive today. Designed to be ephemeral, the traveling courts’ temporary palaces were disassembled as quickly as they’d been constructed. But a rare find recently made in England’s West Midlands may offer a glimpse into the Field of Cloth of Gold—or at least help convey the majesty on display during the event and others like it.
In 2019, Charlie Clarke, a 34-year-old café owner who had recently taken up metal detecting as a hobby, discovered a gold pendant and chain in a field in Warwickshire. The heart-shaped pendant was emblazoned with the intertwined initials “H” and “K,” as well as a red-and-white Tudor rose and pomegranate bush—imagery associated with Henry and his first wife, Catherine of Aragon (also known as Katherine). Both sides bore the inscription “toujours,” a play on the French word for “always.”
When Clarke realized that he’d literally struck gold, he screamed “like a little schoolgirl, to be honest. My voice went pretty high-pitched,” he says to the Guardian’s Esther Addley.
Curators at the British Museum, which manages archaeological finds made by the English public through the government-run Portable Antiquities Scheme (PAS), were similarly surprised, with some suggesting the pendant was a 19th-century fake rather than a genuine Tudor artifact.
“The majority of people who saw this at the museum felt it was almost too good to be true,” curator Rachel King tells the Financial Times’ James Pickford. “At the British Museum, we have the largest collection of objects in precious metal from the early Tudor period. None of them are anything like this—they tend to be smaller. Things like this haven’t really survived.” (The pendant measures almost 2 and a half inches in length, while the chain stretches to just over 17 inches.)
Careful analysis of the pendant’s iconography soon dispelled any doubts about its authenticity. According to the artifact’s record in the PAS database, it likely dates to between 1509, when Henry and Catherine married, and 1533, when their marriage was annulled. The database record offers a “reasonable” suggested date of around 1521, the year that a similar design was embroidered on equine body armor used during jousts at English court. 1521 was far from the first time Henry commissioned metalwork celebrating his marriage; ahead of a joust and banquet in July 1517, for example, artisans produced metalwork featuring “H” and “K” and other royal emblems to adorn the clothing of more than 100 guests and horses.
The 1517 record “suggests a huge amount of metalwork [was] being hastily prepared with visual impact in mind, none of which was intended to have longevity,” the database states. “[The pendant] could have been made in similar circumstances,” whether for the Field of Cloth of Gold or another extravagant event. Per a statement, it may have served as a prize won at a jousting tournament or a token worn by an attendee.
The British Museum team has found no evidence that the pendant personally belonged to either Henry or Catherine. But King tells the Guardian that “its quality is such that it was certainly either commissioned by or somehow related to a member of the higher nobility or a high-ranking courtier.” How the accessory eventually landed in a field in Warwickshire is unclear, but it will likely end up in a museum collection.
“Previously unknown potentially royal artifacts from the 16th century are very rare—and can give us important new insights into life at the top of Tudor society,” Lucy Wooding, a historian at the University of Oxford and the author of Tudor England: A History, tells the Independent’s David Keys.
Henry famously tried to divorce Catherine after becoming besotted with one of her ladies-in-waiting, Anne Boleyn, in the mid-1520s. But the queen refused to agree that the union was invalid, remaining steadfast in her belief that she was the king’s one true wife until her death in January 1536, a full three years after Henry had their marriage annulled so he could finally wed Anne. As Catherine wrote in her purported deathbed letter to Henry, “Lastly, I make this vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.”
By Meilan Solly.
#Rare Gold Pendant Celebrating Henry VIII’s First Marriage Discovered#Catherine of Aragon#Field of Cloth of Gold#gold#gold jewelry#tudor jewelry#metal detector#metal detecting finds#ancient artifacts#archeology#archeolgst#history#history news#ancient history#ancient culture#ancient civilizations
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