#he wears oversized t shirts and cargo shorts

[mccall-me-maurice]

I know this is so random but do you have any headcanons about mauram? I want to know :)) they can be important or just silly things!

THIS IS MY BIGGEST ONE AND ITS THAT MAURICE IS LIKE KEN FROM BARBIE LIFE IN THE DREAMHOUSE AND HE HAS A SAM SENSE FOR WHEN SAM IS IN TROUBLE (sam can’t open a pickle jar). HE IS KENOUGH 😭😭

[devildomresidentt]

How would they dress?

Younger Bros Edition

Satan

Mainly dark and neutral colors ~ Browns, Beiges, Sage Greens, and Blacks

Took him the longest out of all his brothers to develop his own personal style due to his lack and over-concentrated knowledge of Fashion

Always carrying some type of bag with him to store any books, notebooks/journals, and cat treats/toys for any strays

Isn’t inspired by any type of specific fashion type, but he has a specific style he likes to call his own that’s distinctive to him

Always wearing an oversized t-shirt and button up combo, or a Sweater + Button up combo

Asmodeus

A mix of colors ~ Light pinks & Reds to Whites and Blacks

Inspired by Preppy/Minimalist Fashion along with Club fashion (but I can also see him being into Rave Fashion/Culture)

Loves to wear revealing clothing like crop tops, tanks with cut outs, and low rise jeans, but also loves to wear sweaters, varsity jackets, and Wide legged/Flared jeans

He would wear thongs/g-strings along with low rise jeans or with a pair of regular jeans + a crop top (Or he’ll just wear them as a fun surprise for his partner <3)

Beelzebub

Mainly Dark colors ~ Blacks, Deep Reds, Grays

Same as Levi will always wear oversized Graphic tees and hoodies, Beel will always rock some type of tank/compression shirt

Prefers gym or basketball shorts over jeans, but also enjoys wearing loose sweats & Cargos

Isn’t really inspired by any type of fashion, he just wears what he finds the most comfortable to workout in, or what he thinks he looks the best in (he looks good in anything I love him so much)

One of the reasons he prefers tanks is because he has multiple tattoos across his the left side of his chest, to his shoulders going down his arm that all have important meanings (Some corresponding to his brothers, some representing Lilith, and even some to cover up his scars from the celestial war)

Belphegor

Little smelly emo shit.

Dark & Light colors ~ Deep purples, Blacks, Grays, and Whites

The first thing you notice about him when he enters a room is the sound of his pant chains jingling and his eye-catching studded belts

Always wanted to have to ‘Older brother in the 2000’s aesthetic’ so he took heavy inspo from it once he was given more individuality in his style after the Fall

I can also see him dressing more on the Colorful Scene side decked out head to toe in Neons, Blacks, and checkered patterns

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: three drawings of Five, out of uniform and with slightly longer hair than usual (implied to be post-s3).

In one, he is wearing a trench coat over a suit and sunglasses, and drinking a giant coffee.

In another he is seated at a table looking at a mint chocolate chip milkshake but not eating it. He has his head propped up in one hand and looks tired. He is wearing a blue long sleeved shirt under an oversized, lighter blue t shirt, and cargo shorts. He has a giant ring of keys clipped to one of his belt loops. His hands are wrapped in bandages.

In the last, he is wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and is head down, arms sprawled on a table over several sheets of paper. He is surrounded by a stack of books and two cups of coffee. End ID.]

some light s4 speculation- probably five continues to be very tired but he gets to pick his own clothes about it! in drawing this i convinced myself that five should get to have a trench coat, and also that he should have a giant carabiner clip of keys - for all his siblings' living situations so he can break into their house at a moment's notice, and also steal their car.

[michealhehejackson]

Saw someone post about a 2000s au of Luca, and I absolutely LOVE the idea. Decided to do my take on it in terms of what I would imagine Luca, Alberto, and Giulia would wear. I was also inspired by 90s fashion.

For Luca, he would definitely be the kid who gets dressed by their mom lol. He would just usually wear what his mom gave to him. So, I imagine him in button up shirts and slacks. So I put him in that with some converse. He basically has the "clean/good kid" look. Every now and then though, he would put on his favorite Star Wars tee shirt (Luca would definitely LOVE Star Wars).

For Alberto, I thought the street wear/baggy look really fits him. I drew him with a soccer jersey (which is based off Italys soccer uniform in the 90s) with some baggy pants, and chunky sneakers. I also remember seeing that one of Albertos' first character designs had a jersey with the number 8 on it. The other design is actually something I think he would wear on a day to day basis. It just screams Alberto for some reason. I drew him in a giant oversized t-shirt, baggy cargo shorts, with some flip flops. While, he's chugging a small jug of Sunny-D (i dont think they have Sunny-D in Italy). It definitely shows his more nonchalant side of his character lol.

And last, Giulia. I definitely do see her in the artsy/ "tomboy" fashion of the 2000s. I think it does a good job at showing the more "boss" and enthusiastic side of her character. I gave her a striped blazer, layered blouses, very long cargo shorts, converse, and, of course, a hat. Her other design is definitely more laid back and is just more comfortable/casual, which I think also fits her character. Just a sweater, wide jeans, and chunky sneakers. I also incorporated the stripes, similar to her original shirt.

🩷

Again, this is NOT my original idea.

[ellieloves2draw]

elytra headcanons i doodled a while back! feat. my favorite joe ive ever drawn

(ID: five colored marker drawings of various hermits and their elytras. each drawing is labeled with what kind of elytra each character has. in order, these are “cloak”, “vex”, “boxelder bug”, “grasshopper”, and “spooky halloween cape thing”.

first is grian. he’s a fae with birdlike hands and feet and a whiplike tail which has feathers at the end, pointed ears, dishwater blond hair, black dot eyes, and freckles. he is wearing a red sweater, black cargo shorts, and reading glasses with small, circular lenses. his elytra is a cloak that has been cut and sewn to resemble simplified wings. the base of the wings are red and the false feathers are gold, with small buttons at each crease. grian is sitting with his elytra half unfurled around him.

next is scar. he’s a human with green eyes, brown hair, and scarred skin. he is wearing a brown brimmed hat, jacket, and pants, a white buttoned shirt, and he is holding a cane in his right hand, and gesturing with his left hand while smiling. his elytra are a pair of vex wings. they resemble simplified bat wings with moth-eaten holes and are a pale blue color.

next is tango. he’s a pale netherborn with messy, swept-back blond hair, pointed ears, sharp cheekbones, and stubble. he’s wearing a red shirt with grey circles on the biceps, gold-framed goggles with red lenses, oversized red work gloves, and black overalls. he has his back mostly turned to the camera and has his arms spread out. his smile is visible, but his eyes are obscured. there are two small, empty speech bubbles around him. his elytra are a pair of boxelder bug wings. they’re folded on his back, showing only the shell, which is black with red outlines.

next is joe hills. he’s a human with long brown hair with green tips, cat eye glasses, and a handlebar mustache. he is wearing and oversized blue t-shirt with a white ‘at’ symbol on it and blue pants with patches sewn on. he’s hovering in the air and smiling at the camera. his elytra are grasshopper wings. the top pair are long and thin, and are tan. the bottom pair are triangular and are mostly brown with a green bottom edge.

the final drawing is cleo. they’re a tall, fat zombie with orange snake hair, grey-green skin that has been stitched together, and white eyes with black sclera. she is walking toward the xamera and is wearing a long, flowing, low-cut dark blue dress with gold trim, a split skirt, and gathered sleeves just below the shoulders, black and white striped stockings, blue flowers in her hair, and gold flat shoes. their elytra is a large, tattered, dark blue cloak that resembles huge wings. they are spread up and out behind cleo in an awe-inspiring but menacing manner. end ID.)

[silent-raven13]

When Hobie gets drunk

The Spider Band decided to go to one of Hobie's kickback parties. Well, it's one of his bandmate's kick back party, there's alcohol, weed, and other crazy stuff for the teenagers to have a good time. For once, the Spider Band had their day off taking the opportunity to be teenagers. The group put on their best punk outfit to fit into Hobie's world, just so they avoid looks.

Gwen grins widely having to wear plaided cargo pants with many zippers, an oversize shirt with a vest, and thick combat boots: Man, this is gonna be fucking exciting! -she shakes Pav with excitement. Finally, she gets to enjoy partying with her friends after weeks of being Spider-heroes-

Pav being dizzy from Gwen shaking him: Ahahaha, ye-yeah! I really want to do fun beer games! -He wore a much simpler outfit; a black tank top with ripped slashes around and skinny blue jeans with chains. The outfit works with rock boots.-

Margo smirks at Gwen: Hahaha, you're excited to get shitfaced, huh? -wearing a more Androgynous outfit; a long half skirt that is over black buckles black skinny ripped jeans, her tube top with fishnets and a thick belt slanted to the side of her wide hips. Her hair in thick locs with neon colors to stay true to her Spider Byte colors.-

Gwen blushes at Margo's smirk: Huh, ye-yeah! Come on, we finally got to enjoy ourselves. -the two noticed short knotted locs with red dye under their noses-

Spider Zeros: Yo! -she holds her Spiderling as she wore more a Gothic Punk style; a huge over size t-shirt with rip hems and certain parts with an asymmetrical collar stitched fish necks, one long fishnet glove from her arm to her hands, and a black fingerless glove on the other. She had thick big black buckled platform boots, with uneven stockings of black and red. Her makeup dark and dramatic with purple lipstick- What's good!

Pav: I keep forgetting how short you are!

Spider Zero: Excuse you! I am older than all of ya! -she huffs- Anyway, i heard there's free alcohol and join in! Where's Peni?

Gwen sighs: She's busy.

Spider Zero arched her eyebrows: Wow, so boring.

Margo: Hey, she's always working on her machines.

Miles spotted them: Hey guys! -Everyone stares at his outfit being surprised. Miles blushed being shy, his arm rub his other arm- Is is too much?

They squealed: Your so cute, Miles!

Gwen: OMG are you wearing a skirt!

Pav: Look at the lipstick!

Margo: Damn, Miles! I didn't know you like to dress up like that! -she giggles-

Spider Zero awed: Awe, you got to show off your tattoo!

Miles' cheeks felt super warm: Really? Thanks! I wanted to impress Hobie, since he's hardcore and... I'm just simple! -He went all out on his outfit: a red plaided half skirt with a cut to show the black one pants/short and tartan around his reavealing left thigh. His right leg being covered by the ripped one pant. He had on a shredded Hobie's band crop top and underneath the top is one layer of fishnets covering his his right arm to his tummy. The left arm with ripped up plaided sleeve purpose to cover only the forearm and hand. His revealing stomach had a heart shape buckle belt with studs and chains as decor. Then he had a black leather jacket from Hobie with patches and paint on it with words and slang around it. The same goes with his messily painted sunflowers on the sides on his Devil Games Mismatched combat boots. His face being covered with black lipsticks, and smokey red and black eyeshadow with white wing eyeliner. Put on a fake lip piercing, but had his earrings on.-

Gwen: Trust me, Hobie is gonna be so happy!

Hobie: OI! OI! Peter Pan! -the group heard their friend calling out for him. They turned their head toward the voice is coming from through the thick crowd of the underground warehouse party. They saw him walking so sloppy, so drunk!-

Miles gasps with a cute pout: Hobie, you got drunk before we got here!

Hobie finally noticed his boyfriend as he got closer. His vision was blurry as he pushed people out of his way, until his vision came clear when he saw his beaming Angel, his Sunflower: Miles? -he kinda slur his words-

Spider Zeros: A DOY! No shit Sherlock! -she rolled her eyes-

Hobie scowls: Eh, are you being a Xenophobic -his eyes at Zero-

Zero: No, it's an expression for no shit! -she grins- Anyway, I wanna get shitfaced! Right, Spiderling! -her spider happily nodded- Come on, let's drink!

Hobie look at his friends: Ya'll look freaking amazing -he turns to Miles- You look amazing, luv! -he holds his partner's cheek having to stare deep into his eyes like he was the only man in the party-

Miles smiles shyly feeling his cheeks warm again: Heh, thanks, bae.

Pav: Yeah, we should start partying! I finally got the chance to get wasted!

Hobie drunkily slouch on his Miles: The alcohol is that way -he use his thumb to point the area where all the alcohol is at- Come!

It wasn't long till the party went hard! Gwen challenging Hobie into shots. Margo cheering on Gwen while Pav cheer for Hobie. Zero drinks her beer watching with Miles. The young man had a red cup filled with alcohol, he took small sip. If he's honest, he hates alcohol. The taste is too bitter to him, he hates beer the most: Luv! Luv! Were you watching? -Hobie called for him-

Miles laughs: I am, bae! Wow, ten shots! That's crazy.

Hobie grins widely until Pav shouted: Holy Shit, Gwen! -She chugged a bottle of Vodka-

Margo cheers: Hahaha, I never knew you can hold your liquor, Gwen!

Gwen grins wildly being sluggish and slur her words: Ye-yeahh, I ams am'zing...

Miles laughs: Shit, she's gonna feel that in the morning.

Zero: Nah, she got white girl wasted, she can handle it!

Pav giggles having to get another round of shots ready: Miles! Come, join us!

Miles: Ohh, I dunno... I'm not that good with liquor!

Zero: Come on, man. Let's take a shot! -she nudges as her Spiderling slurps her cup with a straw as he rest on her shoulder-

Miles: Is he allowed to drink that?

Zero: Yeah, stop changing the subject.

Miles gave in: Alright. Hobie wanna take a hot with me.

Hobie already too drunk: YEAH! -being much hyper, more louder than his cool self- Let's do this! -The group got their shots to cheer and drink. Miles shudders at the vodka burning down his throat-

Miles: Ugh!

Hobie kisses his forehead being more clingy: It's alright, Brooklyn! You were great.

Gwen drunkly said: Ugh, ya two are always so lovey lovey! Makes me upset I got no one! -she slouches on Margo-

Margo: Whoa easy. Maybe you should take a little break.

Gwen pouts: Nuuhhh!

Margo: Yeeesss

Zero snorted: Oh brother...

Pav: Hehehe, will Ghostbyte happen?

Zero: A what?

Pav: Gwen is Ghost-spider and Margo is Spiderbyte. Ghostbyte.

Hobie chuckles still being drunk with his words: Wat's he talking' bout, darling? -he sat with Miles having his arms around his lover's shoulder-

Miles: Ship names! Pav, I let you watch one anime and now you're shipping everyone, man! -he chuckles-

Pav: Oh pfft, your just mad because I got to name Miguel and Peter, Spiderdads!

Zero: I like SpiderDaddies more.

Gwen hugs Margo being clingy: Ghostbyte!!! -Margo just laughs as she held Gwen to help her not fall-

Miles: And you couldn't find a name for you?

Pav snorted: Pfft me and Gayatri is easy! Pavitri! See! -he looks at Hobie and Miles- Hmm, I'll come up one for you two. It's hard since you got no specific Spiderman name.

Miles gasp: What? I have cool powers!

Zero: Hobie is easy. He's Punk Spiderman.

Hobie grunts: I don't call myself a punk, that's labeling me a-

Zero cut him off: Yeah, we get it. It's just that's how it is.

Pav: Hmmm, Hobie calls Miles, Sunflower- OH! PUNKFLOWER!

Margo listens: That's cute.

Zero nodded: Or Flowerpunk!

Gwen: I like -she burps as talks- that one! -still slouching on Margo-

Miles laughs: Okay, it's cute. Not gonna lie.

Hobie grunts: Who cares about labels, luv? It's not really us! You're my Sunflower! -he snuggle his partner- why should we care what others think of us?

Miles: I like it. -he chuckles- We got our secret ship names, bae.

Zero: Unless you're in Earth 1218, they already know your ships.

Pav: Oh, isn't that world where reality is soo real! Like their laws of nature is so powerful that their super-heroes don't exist- only through imagination! -He gasps with awe look on his face, and hands on his head-

Zero: Yeah! How did you know?

Hobie: This guy knows everything! He's always hearing the latest gossip at HQ!

Margo: And you can't tell him NOTHING! He's the first one to spread it!

Pav fake gasp: ME? How dare you!

Margo: It's true. You always instigating and being the first one to spread the word. Last time, I mention about Ben being in the pain in the ass and he quickly told everyone. Like, bro! -she laughs at Pam's expression-

Pav: To be fair, you also said to other Spiderpeople! -He laughs- Not my fault, Miguel got involved!

Zero: Man, that man is always up in everyone asses tho! He one time got mad because I didn't signed in or out.

Margo: But you go through multiverses?

Zero: I know!

Hobie: He's a control arse!

Gwen: Yeah, fuck Miguel! -being too drunk to care what she said-

Margo: Opp! I wouldn't say that.

Miles: Yeah, he's not all bad. He's like an old building that needs a clean up!

Pav: I see, FlowerFang happening! -Getting a dark glare from Hobie. Huh oh, jealous Hobie is back-

Zero: Ohhh, nice one!

Miles pouts: Nah, Pav. Now, you're being an instigator! I just think Miguel got some rough patches.

Margo: Before we continue this convo! Miles, I'm curious -she and Gwen sat down on chairs behind them. Gwen still cuddling against Margo- Like no offense, but- but would you?

Miles: Huh?

Pav laughs: And I'm the instigator, huh?

Margo: Oh hush!

Zero laughs: Now, we're getting to the juicy detail!

Hobie glares at them: Aye, are ya gonna disrespect me like this? In front of my face!

Margo hold her hands in defense: I'm just saying. Okay, let me be more honest. Would ya'll tap Miguel?

Everyone went silent except for Hobie with a scowl: No.

Margo grins: Why?

Hobie: Because he's a bloody bloke! A fucking pig within this whole society controlling all of us! What do you mean? Would you all do him! -his eyes widen in shock-

Zero: No! I'm Asexual and- that man got issues.

Margo: Paving is thinking pretty hard there, huh? Hey, you okay, bud?

Pav: What da fuck? I can't even think without you calling me out! -Zero laughs out loud-

Margo: It's like you're really thinking about it. Look, I'ma be honest. Miguel is a fine man... -she explains- We are not gonna sit here and lie about that, and he got some sweet cake. I mean, have you look at that man? -The group except for Hobie nodded with agreement. Hobie looks at Miles' who gave a slight nod-

Hobie: LUV!

Miles: What? I'm just agreeing that Miguel is handsome!

Pav: Look, I think I would if I wasn't in a serious relationship! -he spotted Zero about to say something to him- Considering- Considering we are all adults, so it should be fine! -he sips his drink-

Zero: So you would since your 18, now.

Pav: Ya! I mean, why not?

Margo: Lowkey, same. High key, only for a night stand, like have you seen that man's ass. Lord!

Zero: It's like two bouncing balls!

Pav: Gwen is all knocked out.

Gwen snoring in Margo's shoulders: Let her sleep. Anyway, Miles? Your opinion.

Miles: I'm in a relationship! I can't say that.

Hobie smirks: Yeah, he shouldn't think about it. -he slouch on his boyfriend-

Margo: Hypothetically speaking-

Hobie getting jealous: nah, fuck your hypo!

Zero and Pav laughs: He's mad mad, now!

Miles: Me and Hobie are in a great relationship! Why would I wanna think about another man?

Zero: Sheesh, loyal man.

Margo: But like imagine tho.

Hobie: Margo, your being a Pav!

Pav: Me! No, what da hell did I do?

Margo laughs: Relax, Hobs!

Hobie scowls having to go to his Miles: You know, I love you, right!

Miles blink surprised: Huh? Hobie, where-

Hobie got in front of his partner with his hands cupping his lover: I told you before I love you! I love you, mate! -his drunk self getting emotional-

Miles: I love you, too-

Zero: Wow, and three years strong!

Hobie being clingy to Miles: I love you, Sunflower! You know, that! I would fucking become a villain if you leave me or if anything happen to you! I'll fucking kill anyone who hurts you! I would be nothing without you, Miles! -kissing him on the lips and cheek-

Miles: Hobie, Hobie! Baby, you're drunk. Calm down!

Hobie: I love you, you're my baby! -he holds Miles in his arms- This is man is mine!

Miles never knew how clingy his boyfriend could get, even how easily tick off: Baby, I love you, too! -he hugs him back-

Hobie: I love you, MILES! You're my SUNFLOWER! -His arms wrapped around his Miles as they cuddle on the couch. Everyone laughs while Miles tries to calm his boyfriend down-

[lostinlewis]

Boy Dad…

Rating: Soft

Words: 836

Lewis had allowed you to experience so much of life in the few short months that you had been together.

Dinners in some of the worlds finest restaurants, trips to islands where the both of you accounted for a large portion of the population, and shopping sprees in which he would shut down the store just for you. Lewis had such a thirst for life and all that it granted him, and so you indulged in it too.

The materialistic offerings in which his wealth provided was nice, neither one of you would deny that, but that wasn’t what you treasured most about life with Lewis; what you treasured most was the definition of peace that he allowed you to bathe in daily.

Your hand found a cold emptiness as it reached out on instinct to find the warm body that normally lay beside you. Before you had even dared open your eyes, you listened out for any signs of where that warm body may be, and you heard not a clue. 

Never would you have felt it possible to ache for someone's presence, but the moment Lewis was away from you, be it for the day or even for a few minutes whilst he was in another room, you felt it in the pit of your stomach, you felt the dull ache, the uncomfortable feeling within you, as every single part of you anticipated his return. 

It was still early, yet the sunlight that ran through the home, rays bouncing off of the wooden flooring through the partly opened blinds, could have you mistaken otherwise.

You heard a little yelp, an excited one at that, and that was when you knew exactly where to find the warm body you had been searching for since the moment you woke up.

You so desperately wanted to sit in the lap he had created the space for you in, without even meaning to, yet you allowed yourself the pleasure of just observing him for a moment, really taking in the sight of Lewis just being Lewis, unaware of the eyes that watched him from behind him, unaware of the love they carried so heavy in their gaze. 

His skin was glowing as the sunbeams sunk into it, his back tattoos faded by the brightness of the light yet the little beads of moisture sat on them well. Wearing nothing but grey cargo shorts and a bucket hat to match, he laid back against the steps of the decking that led down to the sand, soaking in the rays with his best boy beside him.

Roscoe didn’t stir as you crept out onto the decking, he was used to the sounds of you in his home now. You were dressed in one of Lewis’ oversized T-Shirts and nothing else, it was how he left you last night after all. You placed yourself down into his lap, feeling as light as a feather in his arms, and wrapped yours around his neck as you placed a peck on his cheek.

“Good morning, you.”

Lewis whispered the words into your lips as he kissed you, his hands finding your thighs to stroke them as if he couldn’t help himself.

“Morning babe, you guys are up early.”

It was so hard to hold a conversation with him at the best of times, he could never resist distracting your lips with his own, but sitting in his lap made it all the more impossible for him. 

The sweetest smile laid on his face the whole time, as if kissing you was the only thing that brought him happiness in the world.

“This little man needed to go for a walk. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so beautiful fast asleep…”

“Oh, should I go and get back into bed then so you think I’m beautiful?”

Lewis tickled your sides softly at your teasing, both of you giggling into each other as you fell together once more.

“I think you are beautiful all the time, sweetie…but yes, I think we should get back into bed for a while.” 

This was the peace in life Lewis showed you, the kind where the only thoughts were those of what breakfast you would make, the only sounds were that of the waves crashing together in the ocean that surrounded where you sat, with the occasional panting of the dog who accompanied you. 

All you could feel was Lewis, his warmth, his skin and his love.

It might have only been a few months since you met, most would label it the honeymoon phase still, yet you knew different, Lewis taught you different. Whether it was a month, a year or a lifetime, he showed you that when he loved, he loved hard and unabashed.

Lewis showed you that when you meet your person, it takes no real effort at all to live life in the most blissful of states, no matter what life tries to throw at you; nothing penetrates a bubble built with love. 

[mmufanatic]

MMU Clothes Headcanons

Daisy

- Often wears leggings under skirts because she climbs stuff a lot.

-Likes Dr Martens

-Has a favourite denim jacket that's absolutely covered in badges.

- Always wears night dresses , hates pyjamas.

- Prefers skirts or dresses to trousers

- Sticks random things into her hair- flowers, sparkly pipe cleaners through her plaits, pretty tissue paper...

- Likes hair clips.

- Likes jewellery ( wears SO MUCH jewellery) and makeup (also helps her to fit in ).

Hazel

- Wears hair pins or clips a lot.

- Prefers jeans but wears skirts sometimes.

- Doesn't wear makeup because of the texture.

- Has a mac that she thinks looks really grown up and loves it.

- Has a pair of heeled boots but everyone teases her because she's still shorter.

- Doesn't wear jewellery (except for bracelets made by Beanie of course)

- Prefers dark colours but will wear bright colours occasionally.

Kitty

- Wears skirts, leggings or jeans, no preference.

- Likes shiny or sparkly hair clips.

- Loves jewellery ( Beanie makes her a lot of bracelets).

- Especially loves earrings, has her ears pierced.

- Loves makeup.

- Often wears pastel colours.

- Likes ballet flats except if it comes off her foot George or Lavinia will kick it so she has to hop to get it ( Beanie goes and gets it anyway).

Beanie

- Doesn't wear makeup ( Kitty tried to do it for her once and it didn't end well).

- Wears stuff with cute animals on it.

- Prefers skirts but likes leggings with oversized jumpers.

- Loves anything woolly or fluffy.

- Has a pair of boots that are fluffy on the inside and LOVES them.

- Wears a lot of bracelets because she loves making them.

- Her and Kitty sometimes add bits onto plain hair clips like paper flowers, so she wears them too.

- Wears dungarees.

- Definitely has a fluffy onesie.

Lavinia

- Wears Dr Martens

- Likes dark colours.

- HATES skirts and dresses.

- Wears cargo pants.

- Doesn't wear jewellery, except for a friendship bracelet that Beanie made for her.

- Has a lot of band t-shirts.

- No one is allowed to borrow her stuff. No one.

- Doesn't have that many clothes. George and Kitty have made it their mission to get her to go clothes shopping with them.

Amina

- Wears a lot of hoodies.

- Likes skirts and dresses.

- Wears leggings and fluffy boots a lot.

- Always wearing sandals or flip flops in the summer.

- Likes earrings but otherwise doesn't really wear jewellery.

- Has a pair of heels that Daisy keeps stealing.

- Only lets Daisy borrow her hoodies.

- She regrets this afterwards because Daisy will inevitably get ink on it or something.

- Daisy will desperately try to get the stain off before she gives it back ( while Hazel laughs at her) but Amina will always notice.

Alexander

- Wears jumpers and hoodies all the time but the sleeves are always too short.

- Daisy thinks that this is hilarious.

- Has too many beanie hats because he makes another one if he gets bored ( his gran taught him to knit and crochet).

- He makes a lot of them for Beanie purely because it's called a beanie and she thinks it's really funny.

- Has a lot of pyjamas with cute animals on or patterned- George makes fun of him for this.

- Has a lot of stuff knitted for him from his gran.

George

- His wardrobe is VERY full.

- His dad and Harold keep trying to persuade him to have a clear out but he never does.

- Often doesn't wear what's suitable for the weather ( wears a thin jacket in December).

- Makes impulsive fashion choices that he regrets later ( Daisy has a lot of pictures).

- Has a lot of stuff knitted for him by Alexander.

- Wears bracelets from Beanie.

- Let Daisy paint his nails once and is now trying to get up the courage to ask to borrow her eyeliner.

[amatorysacrivn]

can we get brief descriptions of what everyone looks like while ur making the character sheets?

hell yeah you can!! w/ everyone i haven't drawn yet <3

ELITA is tall, has messy black hair with blonde tips (i'm still trying to decide the hairstyle) wears a black oversized sweater with fishnets and platform boots, has one black/one pink eye, has dimple piercings, and has grey/tan skin like her twin! She has a sharp nose that swoops down and thin lips. She's fairly thin.

CY is on the shorter side, has half black half neon green shoulder length hair with a rainbow flower hairpin by the bangs, has a bandage covering one eye, wears black mini dresses beneath a pharmacist coat and black kitten heels, has green eyes, has a septum piercing, and has pale skin! she has a bump on her nose with a button tip and thick lips. She's curvy.

AZIEL has short messy brown hair, yellow eyes, red glasses, is the second tallest of the interests, usually wears layers of tops with cargo shorts and laced boots, has brown skin, and a pierced brow! He has a large straight nose and thick lips. He's toned underneath the layers.

LEVIATHAN is tall, has tanned skin, long black hair tied into a messy ponytail, wears a leather jacket w/ a lot of patches over bandages over his chest and black jeans with combat boots, has bandages over his knuckles, wears a mask that covers the lower half of his face, has one white one blue eye, and has a gun holding sash over his shoulder! He has a sharp button nose and prominent lips. He's muscular.

LAZARIA is tall, has tanned skin, has black hair with bangs that cover her eyes, wears a black turtleneck top with long sleeves tucked into red short shorts, wears combat boots, has a tongue piercing, and has a sash that holds her hatchet! She also has a sharp button nose and prominent lips. She's muscular with curves similar to Cy.

ZACK is average height with silver hair tied into a ponytail, icy blue eyes, has pale skin, wears a egg white turtleneck tucked into snow white jeans and a snow white blazer over the outfit, has a black belt and black dress shoes, wears golden glasses, has longer nails, and has a ring around his finger to keep clients from flirting with him! He has a straight nose that protrudes off his face slightly more than the rest of the cast. He's a skinny bastard.

KONSTANTIN is the tallest out of everyone, has a black jagged mullet haircut, has one grey eye and one cyan eye, has porcelain skin, wears a short sleeved black turtleneck top tucked into grey jeans that are fastened to his waist with a buckle belt, wears knee high lace up boots, wears black leather gloves, has a scar across his nose, a slit eyebrow, snakebites, and has a centipede tattoo on his arm! He has a nose that goes straight down then drops at the tip and thin lips. He's toned and a little more bulky.

CASANOVA is as tall as his twin, also has a black/pink eye combo but reversed, has light brown skin, has a gold bridge piercing and eyebrow piercing, has slicked back white hair with a heart shaped middle part made by some hair, wears a red sweater over a black button up shirt tucked into black skinny jeans and dress shoes, has a golden key around his neck, wears silver/gold rings on every finger, and wears blush with hearts at the bottom of his eyes! He has a sharp nose that swoops down and thin lips. He's toned and skinny.

KASTIEL is the third tallest of the cast, has a buzz cut that is half black half dirty blonde, has ocean teal eyes, wears dull green headphones around his neck, wears a black turtleneck t-shirt over green dusted jeans, wears bracelets, wears sneakers, has a medusa and angel bite piercings, has tan skin, and has freckles! He has a button nose and thick lips. He's frail.

[mdemontespan1667]

DIRT ROAD HONEY

DARK SHANE WALSH X READER

DARK RICK GRIMES AND READER

SUMMARY: YOUR THANKSGIVING BREAK GETS INTERRUPTED

WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/SLAPPING/CHOKING/CHEATING(RICK)/RECKLESS USE OF A FIREARM/GIGANTIC ABUSE OF AUTHORITY/HANDCUFFS/PROFANITY/FORCED ORGASM/NON -CON

(I'VE HAD THIS HALF WRITTEN IN MY GOOGLE DOCS FOR ABOUT 2 MONTHS. IT VERY SIMILAR TO "THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES" BUT THIS FIC JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. SO, FOR BETTER OR WORSE, HERE IT IS. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. I WANTED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SO I COULD MOVE ON LOL.

“You need help with that Darlin? Hose looks a bit big for you.”

It never fucking failed.

Every time you filled up your bright, fiery orange ‘72 Chevelle some wannabe Alpha male had to make some sexist comment.

It wasn’t your fault the designers had put the damn fuel cap under the license plate. 

And it certainly wasn’t your fault you had to bend over to keep the nozzle from falling out.

Nor was it in any way your fault that you occasionally might over exaggerate how far you had to bend over, especially like today, when you were wearing tight, frayed jeans and a wide neck off the shoulder teal sweatshirt.

“I’m fine.”

“Oh yeah,” he whistled, “You are most definitely fine.”

The pump kicked off.

You put the nozzle back, securing the gas cap before facing the latest offender.

He was tall, rough cut facial features with a mop of short, dark curls.

You made a show of pushing down your sunglasses as you blatantly checked out the rest.

Wide chest and muscle corded arms encased in a tight black t shirt.

Tan cuffed cargo pants sat high on his tapered waist.

Well.

Nothing wrong with that either. 

You licked your lips, hand propped on your hip.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Your voice dripped, saccharine sweet.

“No, it ain’t like that.”

His knuckles brushed along your upper arm.

“You are hands down, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Snorting, you batted his hand away.

“Bullshit. That line might work on your little dirt road honey’s but..” You slid your oversized tortoise shell Ray-Ban’s back in place, “It’s not working on me.”

You pushed past him, strutting toward the tiny attached convenience store.

God, it was so easy winding men up.

Fun too.

They were so damn transparent.

And, despite how you’d coldly dismissed him, you knew, KNEW, he’d be jacking off later thinking about you.

Not because you were devastatingly beautiful or had a killer body. 

In those categories you ranked a solid average.

What you did have was confidence with a capital fucking C.

Own every room you walked into, all eyes on you, smart as hell, know your worth, every woman wants to be you, every man wants to fuck you, (and woman, let’s not be coy here, you knew damn good and well your face would be buried between Ivy’s lush thighs at some point this weekend, you were all about equal opportunity), bone deep confidence.  

It’s what had gotten you through Grad school and later your Doctorate in Mathematical Engineering.

The rusty bell above the worn metal screen door dinged, announcing your arrival.

You took your time perusing the limited snack aisle, selecting a bag of Funyuns and a fountain Pepsi, flicking the straw provocatively, making sure to flash a little cleavage at the old guy working the register.

Back at your car you checked your phone.

“No service. Fucking wonderful.”

When your best friend had proposed a quick getaway to celebrate your latest promotion you’d been expecting sun, sand and endless Mai Tai’s, not a rustic cabin on some forgotten lake in rural Georgia. 

You waved your phone around trying to find a signal.

“Ain’t gonna work.”

Oh lord, not him again. 

“Why not?” you huffed.

“We’re in the middle of a deadzone Darlin’.”

“Lovely.”

You took off your sunglasses, resisting the urge to throw them at the odious man.

“How the hell am I supposed to find that goddamn cabin without my phone?”

“What cabin are you looking for, girl?”

Your eyes narrowed at the nickname.

“Some stupid fucking cabin on some stupid fcuking lake off of some stupid fucking Bob’s road!”

The octaves rose with each word until you were practically yelling.

“Bob’s Road?”

Oh shit. Probably shouldn’t have shared that with the entire gas station.

“Uh, yeah.”

You pulled a piece of paper from your back pocket.

“732 Bob’s Road, Lake Horton.”

He chuckled.

“That’s Bob Schermer’s place. I can give you directions.”

The setting sun sketched him in shadows. 

A kernel of unease settled in your gut.

Jesus, get a grip. This isn’t Deliverance.

“That, uh, that’d be great.”

He smiled, teeth showing.

It reminded you of a predator sizing up his next meal.

“So you’re gonna take a left outta here on’ta Highway 92. Just keep going North for about an hour and a half, maybe two. You’ll take a right at white mailbox. If you see the “Jesus Saves” sign you’ve gone too far. Go about three miles then turn left. Cabin will be on the left.”

“Two hours?”

You exhaled dramatically.

“Fucking great.”Dropping into the driver's seat you cranked the ignition, the Chevelle’s 454 V-8 rumbling to life.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Another unnerving smile.

The hair on your arms prickled.

“You be real careful on those back roads. It gets awful dark out here.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

With a curt nod, you revved the engine, throwing gravel in your wake.

They like to get you in a compromising position

Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face

Yeah, they think they’re so cute when they get you in that condition

But i think its a total disgrace

And I say

I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I’ve been doing it since I was a young kid

And I come out grinnin’

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

You cranked up the volume on your after-market stereo singing along to your Spotify road trip playlist.

Jesus fucking tits, the guy was right, it was dark.

Not like the dark you had grown up in.

A pale shimmer had blanketed San Diego from sundown to sunup.

The light from a full moon helped soften the inky landscape, a little.

God only knew what might be hiding out there, watching, just waiting for the perfect moment to…

FUCK!

You slammed on your brakes.

Was that a white mailbox?

Turning the volume down so you could see, you dropped the transmission in reverse, taillights casting an unsettling glow. 

You sighed in relief at the sight of the pock marked mailbox.

Shifting to First, you swung off the HIghway to a narrow gravel road.

I swear to God, I’m never, ever letting Ivy pick a destination again. After this she’ll be lucky if I let her pick a restur….”

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

Red and blue flashing lights blazed in your rearview mirror.

What the fuck?

 Where the hell did he come from? 

You hadn’t seen another vehicle since you left town. 

“License and Registration.”

You jumped, startled.

“License and Registration.”

“Yeah, Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

You reached across the seat digging the items from your bag.

“What am I….Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”

Leaning in your window, now attired in a shit brown Sheriffs uniform and matching baseball cap, was the man from the gas station.

“I’m gonna need you to exit the vehicle, ma’am.”

Something was off.

“Why? I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t speeding.”

“Please step out of the vehicle.”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Climbing out, you glared at him, arms crossed.

“Ma’am, you were driving erratically. I detect the smell of alcohol on you. That gives me probable cause to search your vehicle.”

Ducking, he rummaged through your car, dumping your purse and overnight bag, scattering the contents.

“Well, look what I found,” he announced, producing a half drank pint of cheap vodka.”

“That’s not mine. I don’t even drink vodka. You..you put that there..I’m not.”

‘Hey, Shane, taillight’s busted out too.”

In total disbelief you watched another officer bash the red plastic with his boot.

“What the hell!” you hollered, charging toward the other, leaner built man, “You can’t fucking do that…”

Grabbing your elbow, Shane swung you back, jerking you off your feet.

You stumbled, arms pinwheeling.

You bumped into him, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Woah, woah, Sweetheart, now that’s assaulting a police officer.”

“No…wait..I…”

He placed one steel cuff on your wrist, tugging the other behind your back.

Twisting, you wrested your arm free.

WHAM

Shane slammed you face first onto the hood of your car.

Wrenching your arm, he secured it in the cuffs.

Hauling you up he snickered.

“Guess we’re adding resisting arrest to the list.”

He paused, eyes crawling along your form.

“Unless you want to work out a little private restitution.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you laughed, “What? You can’t get a piece of ass like a normal guy? Let me guess? Can’t get it up? Two pump chump? Or..”

CLICK

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.”

Shane’s partner pressed the gun barrel to your temple.

“Only common sense.”

“Oh shit,” you rasped, “yeah, okay, what..whatever you want.”

Shane unzipped his pants, stroking his cock.

“On your knees.”

You knelt down as best you could.

“Doesn’t she look pretty like this Rick?” he called to his friend.

 “Open wide. Let’s see if you suck dick as good as you mouth off.”

Gun still aimed at your head, your mouth fell open.

Shane gripped the back of your head.

Viciously, he shoved his cock to the hilt, your nose nestling in his pubic hair.

You gagged, trying to draw back but he was too strong. 

Holding you steady he languidly fucked your throat, his cock cutting off your air.

Tears poured down your cheeks.

“Maybe next time you’ll show a little respect Darlin’”

Time stood still.

Shane rammed his cock down your throat over and over and over again, both hands keeping you in place.

Eventually he came, warm, sticky cum filling your mouth.

Finished, he pushed you away.

He bent down to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad now was…”

You spit on him, mixed saliva and cum dripping from his chin.

“You’re done!” you shrieked, “Both of you! I’ll own the fucking Cook County Sheriff’s when I’m through! You limp dick bastards won’t be able to….”

SMACK

You reeled from Rick’s backhanded slap.

“I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet, brother.”

Shane wiped his face.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep teaching.”

Tugging you to your feet, Rick threw you on the hood, upper body jarring from the impact, cheek thumping the cold metal.

He tore off your boots then ripped your jeans and underwear off, kicking your legs apart.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking piece of shit!” you bellowed.

Shane stuffed your thong in your mouth, ending your tirade, his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, pining you to the hood.

“You talk to fucking much,” he snarled.

Panic took hold when you felt Rick’s cock brush against your slit.

Rick spit on your inner lips.

You screamed behind the gag, your dry cunt unprepared, as he plunged in. 

He was bigger than Shane, your walls straining to accommodate him, every thrust carrying fresh agony.

Rick snapped his hips quicker, zipper chafing your tender skin. 

Sobbing softly, you closed your eyes, vainly wishing this was just a dream.

“Fuck. Haven’t been in a pussy this tight since before I married Lori.”

“Just hurry up, man. I want another turn.”

Your eyes flew open to see Shane palming his newly hardening length.

Rick’s movements became stilted, hips pumping wildly with his orgasm.

Pulling out, he motioned to your prone body.

“Batter up.”

The two men switched places.

Gritting your teeth, you waited.

Instead of Shane’s cock, his fingers gently probed your battered cunt.

You jolted at the swipe of his thumb across your clit.

Deftly he worked you, circling your nub, slick coating his hand.

Shame and disgust gnawed in your brain at your body’s natural reaction.

He draped his large frame over yours.

“You love this, don’t ya.”

You shook your head frantically.

“Knew you would. Way you showed your ass, flashed your tits at Charlie. Damn near gave the old man a stroke.”

Shane applied more pressure, eliciting a series of muffled moans.

“Hear that Rick? Slut loves this.”

Your pelvis rocked against his swirling digits. 

He pinched your clit,sending you over the edge, streaks of lightning fraying your nerves.

Shane wasted no time in slipping inside.

You keened at the intrusion, channel swollen and bruised from Rick.

WHACK

He left a heated handprint on your ass.

Grasping your hips, he pounded your cunt feverishly, your juices and Rick’s cum easing his way.

All out of tears, you stared into the darkness.

Shane rode you cruelly, your legs growing numb.

His breathing hitched, hips faltering.

He came with a grunt, grinding into you.

Almost tenderly, he released the cuffs, holding you upright, removing the gag.

Trembling, you shimmied your jeans up. 

“Hey.”

Nearly catatonic, you barely registered him speaking.

SMACK

“Listen to me.”

You tried to focus, terrified it wasn’t over.

“Rick and me? We got your ID. We know where you live.”

Blinking, his threat set in.

“You tell anyone, we’ll find you.”

“I..I won’t tell…never tell..” you stammered.

“Good girl.”

The two men sauntered to their cruiser.

“Thanks for your cooperation ma’am,” Shane taunted as they drove away.

 Crawling into the driver’s seat, you clutched your phone. 

“911. What is your emergency?”

“I need,” you sat up straight, “I need to report an assault.”

Shane and Rick were about to find out they had fucked with the wrong woman. 

Authority Song

John Mellencamp

1983

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[hunter-sylvester]

Rating Hunter Sylvester's Outfits

Cause I'm gay, let's go Putting the outfits in the order of when they appear in the film, rather than a ranked order. Since many get the same rating. Please take this with the lighthearted intent it was written in.

With gifs~

1. Sleeveless Madhouse. It’s very good. I like it a lot. We take note of the nail polish, we enjoy it while we can, it will disappear shortly. 8/10

2. The Flannel Trooper Technically this is the second outfit we see Hunter in. It belongs more to a later scene but that’s just this film’s odd relationship with continuity and time. It’s also his worst fucking outfit. I don’t know if he just does not suit plaid. I certainly think the jeans don’t quite work. Whatever it is, it’s not great. Love the Iron Maiden shirt, tho. 4/10

3. The Hidden Shock Shirt ft. The Jacket™ Solid outfit, love that edgy shit for Hunter. Want that shirt. Debut of the denim jacket. Sadly includes the grey jeans that I do not fuck with. 8/10.

4. Misfits At A Party We love an all black vibe. Striking Misfits skull, all around a great look. 9/10.

5. Judas Brat Another all black number. With or without the black denim jacket, it's a major vibe. I like the all-black converse. Very good. 9/10.

6. The Last Supper for Hunter's full head of hair. Second to worst outfit in my opinion. It's basically a copy of the third outfit but without any of the flavor. 5/10.

7. Slayer Shirt For The Hurt Calling this a comfort outfit. I like it a lot. Shirt looks kinda worn and soft and it’s a good level of oversized. Those fucking grey jeans again tho. But black converse, so~ 8/10.

8. No Sleeves No Chill Debut of the newly altered battle jacket as well as the earring. We also get the T-Shirt referencing the film's tagline, very good. The scribbled on 'tattoos' are so stupid and I love them. 9/10

9. The Violent Outfit Of Reason Back to all black! And it looks comfy. I love it. I actually really like the, what looks like, black cargo pants??? This outfit was me at 13. Seriously, it looks like it was plucked straight from my teenage closet. I'm gonna be biased. (Tbf I would 100% wear this now, as is the case for most of his outfits.) 9/10

10. Completely Gay The sleeveless shirts are a gift that keeps on giving. (also the faded shitty little scribbled on 'tattoos') 8/10

11. The Best Outfit This is it. This is the best one. Hands down, his best outfit. One may count the Rhoads as a part of the outfit idgaf, it’s his best outfits regardless. The silhouette, the battle jacket, the symbolism. Chef’s kiss. 10/10

12. Gym Shorts eheheheheheheheh look at him 7/10

13. Ready For Battle We’re considering the corpse paint as part of the outfit. It’s so very extra in the best way possible. The fact that they fit 2 continuity errors into 1 outfit and have the blue light randomly turn off, it's great. Bonus points for Demonias~ (That collar looks so uncomfortably snug tho but I wear them really fuckin' loose when I do so maybe this is normal?????) 9/10

14. Rehab Boy #1 I actually really like his rehab outfits???? Idk I think they're cute. I mean I don't fully get WHY Hunter has to wear sweats when everyone else in rehab seems to just be in their own clothes????? I'm guessing Alan "Father Of The Year" Sylvester, dropped him off without any change of clothes, so these were probably provided by the rehab center. 7.5/10

15. Rehab boy #2 See entry 14, but beige. 7.5/10

16. Battle Of The Bands I like it but I am SEVERELY disappointed by the LACK of eyeliner. I just think it could be more extra. Like mf really pulled out a custom Jackson but couldn't whack on some eyeliner or smth. We know Hunter can do extra, so give me extra. Still like it tho. 8/10

17. Reformed Asshole At first I really didn’t like how they put Hunter in a very light outfit now that he’s ‘nice’ like some cliche visual shorthand. But I’ve grown to love the outfit over time. It looks comfy. Cute hurt boy vibes imo. 9/10

[donatellokinnersinner]

I super desperately need the best references for Aggie and Aurie you have.... pllleeeeaaaasseeeee? (っ◔◡◔)っ

Pfft, okay.

Aggie is taller, he's about 5'10" he's nine months older, a lot more chipper and energetic. He likes cargo shorts and pants, as well as sleeveless skintight shirts. He usually has a longer tail and it graduates to a slate blue at the end. He wears a silver mask, and a ribbon around the end of his tail.

Aurie is shorter, prob about 5'2". She has a gold mask and wears exclusively alt fem, or oversized T-shirts and shorts, there's no in-between. She keeps her tail shorter, only had it long when she first arrived in the house and ends up getting a gold bow on it to match her gold mask. She has a red tail instead of blue and sharper eyes. She's a lot more mellow, and easily angered. She also has many scars, most noticably the split lip.

Their eyes are inversed, Aggie has red on the right and brown on the left, while Aurie has the opposite. For further body and color reference, Aggie is a Five-Lined Skink (adolescent) and Aurie is a Red-Tailed Skink

Also, their full names are Silver Kenji Hamato-Jones and Aurum Akira Hamato Jones.

[orivaa-kun]

BAD ATTITUDE | Chapter 4: Happy Birthday, Nanami! (Flashback)

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3

chapter word count: 6k warnings: mature (18+), violence, drinking, drug use, smut, fluff, angst, feels, rough s*x, emotional manipulation pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem OC, Geto Suguru x Fem OC, Nanami Kento x Fem OC, Fushiguro Toji x Fem OC series summary: Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU where Riku Ozaki (OC) is really good at getting herself into trouble. Though the Ozaki family is ranked #10 out of the 15 clans of the Tokyo Yakuza syndicate in terms of power & strength; and the Gojo, Geto, and Zenin families fall at #1, #2, and #3 respectively; that doesn't keep her from getting in the mix with these highly ranked, highly dangerous men. Her clan's bodyguard, Nanami, can hardly keep up with all the compromising positions she constantly finds herself in. Will she ever learn her lesson? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ba- fic playlist: Spotify YouTube

~ July 3rd, Three Years Ago ~ 21:37

Riku stood at the doorstep of Yu Haibara’s mansion, waiting at the door with a heavy bottle of whisky tucked behind her back; she held the thick of the bottle’s neck in her fist. The long, black curls of her hair had been blown out and flat ironed so that it was silk, bone straight; and she wore dark gray booty shorts, black thigh-high boots, and a black leather bodysuit that had deep cutouts on each side.

The private residence that belonged to Nanami’s best friend buzzed with loud music, even with the doors and windows closed. Riku patiently hummed to herself, gently rocking from side to side as she waited for someone to answer the door. She smiled giddily to herself, genuinely excited to spend time with Nanami for his 26th birthday party. Riku couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to a house party with all her yakuza friends, but she was glad Yu had convinced him to actually do something fun for once – usually Nanami hated celebrating in loud ways like this, even if it was a small get-together.

The door then opened, with hip hop music booming from the house much louder than before. Yu grinned on the other side of the doorway when he saw Riku; wearing an oversized, streetwear-branded white t-shirt, black tech wear cargo pants, and red Jordan 1s.

“Ri-Ri! Hey, babe! Good to see you!” He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her, platonically pecking her cheek when he hugged her, “You look good!”

She giggled, “Thanks, Yu. Good to see you, too!”

He spotted the bottle behind her back before standing back upright, “That for Nanami?” He quirked a brow, dark brown hair of his bowl cut artfully framing his face.

“Mhm.” Riku nods with a grin, “It’s a limited release bottle of Hibiki Whisky. Only 9 other bottles like it in the whole world.”

“Ooo, he’s going to fucking love that.”

“I know.” Riku said confidently, mouth smirking and shoulders dancing a bit as she spoke.

“Well, follow me!”

Yu led Riku through various living room-like spaces and down a set of stairs that opened up into a vast, private home bar that had been decorated with Black, gold, and silver balloons – some even littering the floor. There was a huge banner of similar colors on the other end of the room that read, ‘HAPPY 26TH BIRTHDAY NANAMI!!!’ The space contained an extensive, wooden bar complete with stools and a vast collection of rare and expensive bottles, an area with a TV and a few couches, a makeshift dancefloor that Yu had probably constructed by himself, a long stretch of glass window that faced a huge backyard, and a grand, modern-style table covered in hors d'oeuvres with a tall yet simple strawberry shortcake in the center. The party setup and décor were so Nanami – simple, relaxed, and uncomplicated.

There were at least 14 other people in the basement space, a few folks dancing to the popular song that blasted from Yu’s home speaker system and most chatting it up by the bar.

“Riku’s here!” Yu announced, and a few heads turned in their direction.

“Ri!” Nobara shouted, beaming from the area at the end of the long stretch of bar space. The short, gold dress that she wore rose on her hips a bit when she waved.

“Hey, Riku.” Maki chimed in from Nobara’s side, straight-faced as usual but eyes smiling. She wore a faded purple band t-shirt that was tucked into tight-fitting black jeans, and accompanied by a blue jean jacket.

Riku’s eyes spotted Nanami, who clearly hadn’t heard Yu announce her arrival over the loud music as he currently chatted with a few of his guy friends from behind the bar.

Yu turned back to look at Riku, “Make yourself at home, Ri. And let me know if you need anything. ‘Kay?”

Riku smiled softly as she nodded a few times, and Yu strode over to a group of people at the edge of the dancefloor.

Riku held her index finger up to her friends from across the room as if to say, ‘give me a minute,’ and made a beeline for Nanami behind the bar. Damn, he looks good, she thought to herself, always having appreciated his classy sense of style. Nanami had on khaki, tailored slacks that perfectly complimented his visibly toned legs and small, tight butt. He wore a black button up as a top, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick, veined forearms and the first few buttons undone to reveal a black tank top underneath it and a small, gold chain around his neck. The muscles of his pecs just barely peeked from the top of his tank, and Riku studied it much more closely now than she had in the past two years she’d known Nanami as her bodyguard. She never thought she’d feel anything other than a friendship kind-of-love for the man, but in the past few months she’d grown to find him attractive – an attraction not only for his body but more so for the way he treated her.

I’m going to tell him how I feel. Riku thought, reassuring herself as just a few days ago she’d decided to confess her feelings to Nanami on his birthday if she was able to get him alone for a minute.

Nanami loved her. And though the few times he’d confessed to her over the last two years were one thing, it was additionally obvious to Riku and all their friends through the way he looked at and acted around her. For the first time ever, Riku finally thought she felt the same and wanted to give things a try. Though the bottle of whisky tucked behind her back was her physical gift to him, Riku knew that Nanami would probably appreciate her confession a lot more.

Riku reached Nanami’s back and tapped his shoulder with her free hand, appreciating the sight of him in something that wasn’t a full-on suit for once. He turns, and his eyes temporarily widen with awe at the sight of Riku.

“Happy birthday, Ken!” She sang the words, bringing the bottle of whisky around to her front so that it was no longer hidden.

“Ri…” He reached down a bit and instinctively retrieved the bottle from Riku’s hand before wrapping his thick arms around her in a tight hug.

Riku kissed his cheek, allowing her lips to remain there a hair longer than normal as she inhaled the subtle, dark forest notes of his cologne. He always did smell incredible.

“This for me?” Nanami asked after they broke their embrace, eyeing the bottle.

“Yep, it’s a 30-year-old single malt scotch. A Hibiki Whisky small batch limited release… with only 9 other bottles of it in the world.”

“Shit,” His eyes widened in a bit of shock, “I’ve heard of this… this is a 20-thousand-dollar bottle!” He looked at Riku again, “You still got the box?”

“Of course.” Riku smirked.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Nanami gazes down at Riku with a look so full of pure admiration that it honestly makes her heart flutter, “But a 20K bottle of whisky?? You shouldn’t have. I should save this for my 30th or something…” He suddenly dropped into a squat, looking around the back of Yu’s bar before placing the bottle on a hidden shelf.

Riku shrugged, “It wasn’t that hard to get. And hey, special bottle for a special guy. I probably owe it to you anyways, for getting me out of trouble all the time…” She giggled.

Nanami rose to his feet, offering her a small smile - a truly rare occurrence, “Yeah, you got that right.”

Riku suddenly grinned, grabbing both of Nanami’s hands with her own and swiftly interlocking their fingers as she did so. She slightly swung from side to side in time with the music and brought their arms up in a dance position, “You gonna dance with me tonight?” She playfully batted her eyelashes up at the blonde.

He sighed but matched her swaying movements, the corners of his mouth curving even further up into a smile, “Oh, I can’t keep up with you, Ri.”

“Sure you can!” Riku released one of Nanami’s hands then spun into his arm so that it’s wrapped around her, and her back was flush with his front, “And if you can’t, I don’t mind dancing enough for the two of us…” She looked back at him and rocked her hips teasingly, and the two friends Nanami had previously been chatting with whooped and hollered.

Nanami chuckled then turned Riku back away from him, to which she twirled in a practiced way and stretched her arm out in a final pose. The small sequence earned a few claps from Nanami’s friends.

“Have you eaten?” Nanami questioned, releasing Riku’s hand from his gentle hold.

“…Does iced coffee count?” Riku replied with her own question, not-so-innocently.

Nanami rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his sides, “Jesus Christ, Ri. Please eat something.” He checked his silver watch, “It’s already almost 10 pm!” He paused before continuing, “There’s plenty to eat. Yu even got chicken wings from Nagoya.”

Riku’s eyes widened, “Nagoya-style wings?!” Riku felt her mouth begin to water; she couldn’t think of the last time she’d had good wings.

“Yeah, I know you like them so much, so I had Yu add ‘em to the food list.” He admitted.

“Ken…!” Riku looked like she was going to cry, suddenly squeezing Nanami tight in a hug. She stayed locked on him, propping her chin up on his shoulder to look at him as she spoke her next words, “Thank you!”

“Mhm, welcome.” And there were those loving eyes of his, again, gazing directly down at her.

Riku felt her heart skip a beat and blushed, hesitantly breaking from Nanami before shyly easing away from the man, “Remind me to tell you something later.”

Nanami shamelessly looked Riku up and down, a curious look on his face, “Okay... Everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Riku offered him a relaxed, honest smile and held her hands behind her back.

“Good, then I’ll talk to you later.”

Riku turned around to walk towards her friends on the other side, and Nanami leaned against the back of the bar to watch her walk away.

One of Nanami’s friends who had been watching the interaction patted him on the back apologetically, “Fuck, you’ve got it bad, man.” He laughed.

Nanami shook his head a few times, just barely smiling to himself, “Shut up.” He picked up the glass he’d been sipping from earlier, topping it off before raising it to his lips for a swig. He continued to watch Riku stride over to her friends, eyes locked on the exposed skin between her shorts and her thigh-high boots, “I mean, she’s fucking perfect…”

His other friend nearby clasped his hands onto the trap muscles of Nanami’s shoulders before aggressively massaging them in encouragement, “Never give up, bro. And it’s your birthday today! Anything’s possible!”

Nanami playfully shoved his friend away, “Yeah, whatever.”

When Riku returned to her friends, she brought a small plate of wings with her, already through two of the six she’d piled on the tiny dish and eaten on her way over to them.

“Hey, Ri. Wait—” Nobara looked shocked when she saw Riku snacking on the wings, “There’s Nagoya wings?? What the fuck! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!!”

Mouth still full, Riku poked her plate in Nobara’s direction, to which she gladly takes one.

“Thank you…!” Nobara cheered happily before taking a bite from her flat.

Maki reached over, not waiting for Riku to offer her a wing before taking one, “Nagoya wings?! Yeah, I’m gonna need one of those in my mouth right fucking now.” She took a large bite out of the drumstick she’d snagged.

Nobara tried to swallow quickly, looking like she wanted to speak up all of a sudden.

“Don’t you fucking say it—” Maki started to warn, but Nobara interrupted anyways.

“That’s what she said!” Nobara shouted, before poking her wing in Maki’s direction and laughing.

Riku giggled, not at the bad joke but more so to her friends’ interaction.

“I hate you… so, so much. You know that?” Maki glared at Nobara, then finished her drumstick, placing the bone on the small pile of them on the corner of Riku’s plate.

“Love you too!” Nobara blew a kiss to Maki then turned to Riku, looking her friend up and down, “Shit… you look hot!”

“Thanks, bae!” Riku smiled cutely, giving her friends a small twirl so they could see every angle of her outfit.

“Yeah, those shorts make your ass look fat as hell!” Nobara used her free hand to lightly tap the thick round of Riku’s butt, and Riku poked it out a bit more flirtingly when Nobara slaps it a second time.

“Thank you…!” Riku half said, half sung, shaking her butt to the music for a few counts before ceasing and standing up once more. She looked to Nobara’s dress, “Cute dress, Nobara!” then glanced to Maki, “And I’m definitely stealing your jean jacket.”

Maki pulled the fabric closer to her body, defensively, “So you can lose it? No way!”

The three of them laughed.

“Oh, you missed the wonder boys, by the way.” Nobara noted.

“Wonder boys?” Riku looked confused.

“You know which ones. The infamous, one and only dynamic duo?” Maki added, jogging Riku’s memory.

Riku blinked in realization, “Oh! Gojo and Geto?”

“Mhm,” Nobara finished her flat and put the bones on Riku’s plate before dusting off her fingers, “Gojo was so hot, too. He had on this all-white getup that looked so good.”

“They left already?” Riku retrieved her phone that stuck out her front pocket to check the time, 21:50, “But it’s barely even 10?”

“Yeah, think they had an emergency to handle, so they bounced early.” Maki explained to the best of her knowledge.

“Huh, strange… Seems like I always miss them.” Riku thought to herself of all the times over the past years she’d known Nanami that she’d ‘just missed’ Gojo and Geto. It was more than handful of times.

“That is strange…” Nobara narrows her eyes at Riku, curiously, “Especially with Nanami being your bodyguard and the three of them being friends for decades… You’ve really never met Gojo and Geto?” She quired a brow.

“Not once.” Riku said simply, “I mean, sure, I’ve seen ‘em across a yakuza banquet hall once or twice at family meetings; but that’s it, really.”

“Weird.” Maki concluded, similarly narrowing her eyes at Riku.

“Oh! And Geto had on leather pants! You missed leather pants Suguru Geto, Riku!” Nobara cried dramatically.

“Oh no! Not leather pants Suguru Geto! What am I to do?” Riku feigned excitement, rolling her eyes.

“Seriously! You wouldn’t get it since you’ve never seen Suguru’s ass in tight pants. It’s a spiritual experience, Riku.” Nobara said, hands on either side of her face and smiling at the thought.

“Relax!” Riku laughed.

Just then, Yu appeared from behind Riku with his hand out to take Riku’s now empty plate of wing bones. He leaned over her shoulder with a smile, “I’ll take that. You want anything else, or something to drink, Ri?”

She passed the plate to him, “Yes! Something strong… Like, 100-proof! Thanks, Mr. Host!”

“Ooo… so you wanna get fucked up, huh?” He grins.

“Just a little.” Riku pinched her newly freed fingers together as a unit of measurement, smirking.

“Coming right up, babe.” He winked at her before walking towards the back of the bar.

“Now, who the fuck is gonna dance with me?!” Nobara exclaimed, arms out.

“You know I’m always down to dance – DTD, if you will.” Riku smirked, taking one of Nobara’s hands and shaking it in the air.

“You kids have fun.” Maki nearly crossed her arms over her chest, but Riku snagged her arm with her free hand, pulling both her and Nobara along to the dancefloor.

“What do you mean, Maki? You’re coming, too!”

~ 22:58 ~

A group of seven including Nanami, Yu, Maki, Nobara, Riku, Momo – who had come all the way from the Kyoto yakuza syndicate – and one of Nanami’s friends that Riku didn’t know had separated from the larger group around the bar in the center, back area of the room, and currently sat on a few couches in the TV area with a roundtable in the center.

Momo and Nobara fiddled with a board game box on the center of the table that read, ‘21+ TRUTH DARE, OR DRINK: THE CARD GAME,’ while Yu topped a few glasses off for those who’d requested him to.

Riku giggled when Yu refilled her glass, face blushing a light pink to the buzz she currently had as she was now 6 glasses of whisky in, “That makes seven!”

“And that’s your last one for a while.” Nanami pointed his finger at Ri from across the table.

“Oh, don’t poop your own party, blondie. Lighten up!” Riku locked eyes with Nanami when she took her next sip, to which the man simply shakes his head.

“Why the hell are we even playing this?” Maki stared at the box in front of them, “It’s a little childish, no?”

“It’s fun! And it clearly says ‘21+’ Maki!” Nobara finally removed the top from the cardboard box with Momo’s help, pointer finger trailing over the big letters of the game’s age rating for Maki to see and read.

“That doesn’t… never mind.” Maki stopped herself.

“You wanna play this, Ken?” Yu asked Nanami, before plopping down on the couch next to him.

Nobara and Momo held hands, looking at Nanami pleadingly.

“…Sure. As long as I can sit here and relax.”

“Yaaaaay!” Nobara and Momo cheered, then organized the two decks of cards. The black cards had ‘TRUTH’ printed on the back, while the red cards had ‘DARE.’

“I think this one’s pretty simple,” Nobara said, reading through the small paper card that had the game rules on it, “make a circle, pick a card from each pile, read them aloud and choose to do either the dare prompt or to tell the truth prompt. If you choose to do neither, you must take two shots as a penalty.”

Nanami glanced to Riku upon hearing the rules, “Only truths and dares for you, got it?”

“No! You’re boring!”

Nanami gave her a more serious glare.

“Ugh, fine. But only because it’s your birthday.” Riku relented.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Ken.” Riku said before taking another sip from her glass—needing to have the last word, as always.

“So, should the birthday boy go first, then?” After shuffling them, Momo organized the red and black decks at the center of the round table so everyone could reach.

“Why the fuck not?” Nanami set his glass down on the table before picking up one card from each pile. He read them aloud, “Tell the group if you’ve ever filmed a sex tape and if you still have it, or… moan in the ear of the person to the right of you for 10 seconds.” The blonde looked to his side to find Yu sitting there, who laughs, “Yeah, no. Truth it is.” Nanami concluded, and Riku booed. Nanami cleared his throat, “Uh, yes I’ve filmed a sex tape; and no, I don’t still have it.”

There’s a few ‘oos’ and ‘ahs’ around the circle.

“Aw, why don’t you still have it?” Nobara whined, asking outright. Riku giggled.

“Keeping that kind of stuff after you break up with someone would be kinda weird, no?” Nanami said, and it’s seemingly enough to quell Nobara’s curiosity. Riku wondered what Nanami’s past relationships were like. He never talked about those things with her.

Nobara nodded, “Fair, fair. Okay, you’re up next, Yu!”

Yu grabbed one of each card, reading them to the group, “Tell the group if you’ve ever cheated—or, take off the person’s shirt to the right of you with your teeth.” Yu glanced over at Maki to his right.

“Yu, if you so much as breathe on my fucking shirt…” Maki trailed off, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Okay! Okay. Then truth it is. Hm…” He pretended to think to himself, stroking his chin comically, “Cheat? Tokyo Yakuza men don’t cheat!” He answered, a shit-eating grin on his face that was anything but honest and truthful.

“They sure don’t!” Nanami’s friend grinned from the opposite side, temporarily standing to high-five Yu.

“Oh my god, seriously??” Momo complained, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah, you guys fucking suck.” Nobara groaned, visibly agitated from hearing that annoying, too-often said phrase.

“Two shots for both of you!” Maki raised a finger commandingly.

“Alright, sorry girls! And say less, Maki.” Yu quickly finished the liquid remaining in his glass before pouring both him and Nanami’s friend double-shots – to which they then clinked glasses and downed their shots without a second thought. It was almost scary how easily they were able to drink them without so much as making a strained or uncomfortable face.

“Maki’s next!” Nobara cheered from across the table, clapping her hands a few times.

Maki reached forward, grabbing a card from each pile before flipping them over on the table, “Tell everyone about the first time you came, or kiss the person across from you for 10 seconds… with tongue.” Maki looked up from the cards, glancing up to find Momo on the other side—who blushed and glanced away after hearing the words, “You wanna?” Maki asked her, not even flinching.

“Hey, is that even a fair dare since you like girls?” Nobara asked Maki, who doesn’t pay attention to her. She kept her eyes on Momo.

“Okay, sure!” Momo decided nervously, looking back at Maki with a shy, slightly embarrassed look.

Both girls leaned over the table, and Yu turned his wrist to look at his watch for a second, “I can time you two…” He grins.

Maki, completely unphased, rose her arms to hold Momo’s small face in her hands; she brought her lips to Momo’s, immediately breaking into a deep, passion-filled kiss while a few others around the table cheered. Even Riku was a little caught off guard by how expertly Maki moved her lips on Momo’s, blinking and smirking a bit to the sight of her friend controlling the pace of it and exploring Momo’s mouth at a steady rhythm. Maki barely talked about her own dates and relationships, too, so Riku didn’t think Maki was the type to have so much experience.

“Time!” Yu shouted from over his watch, “Sorry, couldn’t help but stare so it was more like 15 seconds.” He chuckled.

Maki and Momo broke their kiss as soon as Yu spoke, both glaring at him in response before sitting back on their respective couches.

“Wow, that was… spicy.” With alcohol in her system, Riku confidently said the words everyone else was thinking silently in their heads.

“Very.” Nanami’s friend added on, nodding his head in agreement.

“Ri-Ri’s next!” Nobara shouted.

Riku slid a single card from the top of each of the two piles and reads them off, “Share two names from the group that you’d have a threesome with, or… do an erotic dance for the person right across from you for a minute.” Riku looked up and locked eyes with the person right across from her at the table. Nanami. She grins devilishly, “Well, you know which one I have to do, don’t you?”

Nanami facepalmed his hand over his face, dragging it down but unable to conceal the hint of a smirk on his lips, “Seriously, Ri?”

“Seriously, Ken. Come on, let’s take it to the dancefloor.” Riku rose from the couch, “Yu—can you change the music to something more… fitting?”

He pulled out his phone with a matching grin, scrolling through it for a second, “Sure can.”

“Yay, Riku’s dancing!” Nobara applauded in excitement.

Nanami’s other friend pulled Nanami to his feet, and the group made their way back to the area where the bar and dancefloor were. Yu put a heavy chair in the center of the dancefloor and suddenly changed the music from chill hip hop to a sexy, slow R&B tune. The friend pushed Nanami to sit down on it and Nanami raked a hand through his blonde hair as he looked at Riku standing in front of him.

A bit of a circle is made as a few folks who hadn’t been playing the game moved towards the dancefloor to see what was going on. Nobara and Momo cheered from the side of the floor and others joined in with a few hoots of their own.

With liquid confidence on her side and her experience as a dancer, Riku stepped forward to brush her index over Nanami’s chin. She winked, “You’re going to enjoy this.” Nanami’s eyes widened in response, and Riku backed up before she started to dance.

Riku recognized the song and used that to her advantage, starting with a slow strut. She smoothed her hands over her curves as she walked, pausing on time with the clicks of the song’s beat before turning, and taking every opportunity to look back at Nanami seated on the chair in front of her as she moved. Riku turned again, then slowly rubbed her hands down her legs before falling into a full split—to which a number of folks cheered. She threw her ass up, then back down in the position, and turned over to work the floor, tastefully rolling her back into an arch and kicking her legs up in the air as she did so.

Nanami shook his head, but smiled, unable to tear his gaze from Riku’s body as she skillfully pushed up off the floor, rising to her feet once more. She sharply bended at the waist, whipping her long, jet black hair over, along with her straightened back. She locked eyes with Nanami when she looked back this time, smoothing her hand over her ass. Riku then slowly dropped into a squat, popping her butt to one side before rolling her ass back up to a standing position. She gyrated her hips from side to side when the chorus of the song started to finish, then moved them forward to back, ending her little dance with another split.

Riku heard her friends and others shout and whoop loudly when she stood up again but she didn’t pay attention to them. She instead kept her eyes locked on Nanami’s widened ones; it was obvious that he was clearly trying to keep his composure, his fingers pressed to his lips. She enticingly strutted over to the man once more, only stopping when she was right in front of him to bend at the waist and peck his cheek with a kiss, “Happy Birthday, Ken.” She purred into his ear, before leaving him alone on his chair.

~ 00:17 ~

Riku wiped her hands on the hand towel in the guest bathroom after washing her hands… All the wings and alcohol and cake had definitely caught up with her stomach, but, though very tipsy, she surprisingly still felt pretty good and in control of herself—both physically and mentally. That said, instead of exiting the bathroom and heading back toward the party room in the basement, she made a different turn and walked toward the mansion’s main kitchen, sure that Yu had some ginger ale or ginger beer that she could drink to settle her stomach a little more.

She blinked a few times and froze when she found Nanami there, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island with a pint of pistachio ice cream and a spoon in his hands, “Kento? What are you doing here?”

“Ice cream break.” He shortly explained, raising his spoon in the air as he spoke.

Riku hummed interestingly, making a beeline for the fridge and opening the silver double doors to scan its contents. She could understand Nanami wanting to take a break from everyone at the party; he was pretty introverted, after all.

“You?”

Riku was silent while she looked through the fridge, and only responded to Nanami when she found what she was looking for, “Aha!” She grabbed a can of ginger ale from the random mess of canned drinks in the door, showing it to Nanami, “Upset stomach remedy!” She beamed giddily.

“I told you to take it easy on the alcohol.” Nanami noted, prodding his spoon in her direction as he spoke before taking another spoonful.

“I’m fine!” Riku cracked the can, taking a long series of sips from it until it’s nearly done. She burped, “Whew, ‘scuse me.” She giggled to herself.

“You’re drunk.”

“No I’m not!” Riku yelled a bit loudly in the otherwise quiet kitchen, besides the loud music that blared from the floor below. She walked over to Nanami at the kitchen island then paused, “If I was drunk, could I do this?” She planted her feet in the floor, grounding herself in a slight squat and curving her arms in front of her, ballet-style. Riku then abruptly spun herself in a series of four pirouettes, before gently stopping and resting her previously raised foot back on the ground.

“Knowing you, probably.”

Riku grumbled, settling to sit down on the stool next to Nanami’s. She suddenly smirked slyly, scooting closer to him a bit with her next words, “Did you like your birthday dance?” She asked in a breathy, seductive voice.

Nanami huffed out a single chuckle, looking into the empty space before him before returning his gaze to Riku, “You seriously asking me this right now?”

“Yes…” She faced and playfully poked Nanami’s shoulder a few times then continued, “…cause if you didn’t, I can give you a better one…” She cooed, obviously flirting.

“It was good, Ri. Really good.” Nanami said with a calm yet unplaced expression on his face, continuing to hold eye contact with Riku, “I guess I should say thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” Riku said confidently, face gleaming with her bright smile. She eyed Nanami as he took another bite of the pistachio ice cream and she suddenly leaned over, only mere centimeters away from him when she spoke up again, “Ice cream me.”

Nanami gave the other an honest chuckle before answering, “No.”

“Please…?” She batted her eyes at Nanami, pouting her lips a bit to plead with the man.

He sighed, beginning to scoop another spoonful of the pastel, green-colored ice cream, “Fine, Ri.” He held the spoon out in front of her mouth, and Riku took her time wrapping her lips around the ice cream and metal utensil, tilting her head back to pull her mouth off of it and revealing the now clean piece of silverware. Nanami’s eyes followed each movement, gaze darkening with heat at the innocent yet simultaneously lewd nature of Riku’s actions.

Riku stilled all of a sudden, eyes shamelessly gazing over Nanami’s handsome face and toned body. She couldn’t help but admire his outfit again, especially appreciating how the top buttons were undone to reveal a little more of his chest. Her eyes floated down to Nanami’s hands, and she thought about how they had both innocently and protectively touched her countless times over the past few years—patting her head to tease or praise her, wrapping around her waist to pull her out of the less-than-favorable predicaments she’d always found herself in, wiping her tears away after her bad break-ups—she wanted to know what his touch would feel like when trying to please her. She blushed at her own thoughts, and Nanami noticed.

“What, Ri?” He spoke the words more like a statement than a question.

“You look nice.” Riku smiled softly, snaking her hand down Nanami’s shoulder to rest on the stretch of his bicep as she sat face to face with him.

“Thank you.” Nanami said softly, simply because they were so close to one another.

“You should wear more clothes like that.”

“You think so?”

“I think I like you.”

“What?”

Before Nanami can say anything else, Riku pressed her lips to his, arms moving to rest on each of the blonde’s strong shoulders.

He dropped the spoon and pint, and they clattered onto the kitchen floor. Nanami sharply inhaled through his nose, shifting to hold Riku’s reddened cheeks in his hands before swiftly deepening their kiss. Riku appreciated how natural it felt—Nanami’s lips moving on hers—how easy it was for them to mutually set a rhythm. Nanami bit Riku’s lower lip between kisses, tugging it down with his teeth to make her open up her mouth a little bit more, to let his tongue in a little bit more… to let him deepen their connection a little bit more, “Shit.”

Riku pulled back to stop for a moment, looking between Nanami’s eyes as she felt a light flutter in her chest and a warmth below her navel. She finally reunited their mouths, this time maneuvering herself onto Nanami’s lap and fully pressing her body against his.

“Ri,” Nanami managed between their strong, passionate kisses that were quickly turning more and more lewd and open-mouthed, “Stop…”

“No.” She refused, hands getting lost and tangled in his hair as she makes out with the man intensely.

“You’re drunk,” He said, reluctantly squeezing Riku’s ass with his hands, beside himself. He couldn’t help it; he’d wanted to have Riku like this since the day he’d met her two years ago.

“’M not…” She hummed out, darting her tongue over Nanami’s lower lip before continuing to kiss him deeply. Nanami’s hands smoothed up her sides and she moaned, shifting her hips forward to grind into his.

He broke their kiss to moan lowly at the command of Riku’s hips, “Fuck, don’t do this to me, Ri…” He cursed again when his dick twitched beneath the confines of his khaki slacks.

Riku pressed her forehead to Nanami’s, beginning to roll her hips into his at in a slow rhythm. She rode his clothed erection, body even warmer from all the whisky she’d drank. Riku felt hot between her legs, and wanted Nanami to take care of it—just like he always took care of everything else. She didn’t let up on her grinding and started to breathe heavier as she felt his dick grow beneath his pants, “Tell me you love me.” She softly moaned, just above a whisper.

Nanami lowered his hands to Riku’s ass and hips once more, “I love you.” The words were easy to say, the man had confessed them more than a few times to her over the past two years, “I fucking love you, Ri… Which is why I need you to stop. You’re drunk.” Even as he spoke the words, his voice was heavy with arousal.

“But I need you—”

Nanami grabbed Riku’s hips, harshly bringing them to a halt, “I said, fucking stop!”

Riku jerks back in shock at the sound of Nanami’s voice; the man hardly ever rose his voice, and she’d never heard him yell like this. Not at her, at least. Nanami looked serious… seriously angry, and the way his dark, pained eyes stared daggers into her soul made her chest sink in a way she’d never experienced before.

“I’m sick of you playing with me, Riku. Now get the fuck off me and get the fuck out of here.”

The heaviness in Riku’s chest grew greater and greater and stung as she realized she’d been hurting Nanami all this time with the way she’d acted towards him. She felt tears try to push their way out of her eyes, but she was somehow able to hold them back. Was this what the mix of guilt and rejection felt like? Riku stumbled off of Nanami’s lap and onto her feet. She wanted to apologize—for everything, “I’m so—”

“Just go.” He didn’t even look in her eyes as he waved her off.

Riku rushes from the kitchen, just barely able to get out of its opening before tears began to roll from her eyes. She didn’t go to the bathroom, or back downstairs, but instead headed straight for the front door. A sob chokes its way from her throat when she’s outside, and she clasped a hand over her mouth at the sound. She falls down to the grass on her hands and knees, unable to prevent the steady streams of tears that fell from her eyes.

Riku was so sorry. She’d never thought that her years of playful flirting had affected Nanami, but it was such a simple connection to make. How did I miss that? Why didn’t I consider his feelings more?

Riku felt like a monster. Sure, she’d started to like Nanami, but he was her friend, first and foremost. She couldn’t forgive herself for hurting her friend like this. She never wanted to do it ever again. She never wanted to feel this heavy, painful burning in her chest—it was a feeling that ran through her body and made her feel disgusting, like she needed to throw up.

Riku knew Nanami. She knew him and she knew that he would more than likely ask her in the morning if she’d remembered anything from last night.

And Riku decided that she would say no.

chapter endnotes: originally posted this to AO3 a few weeks ago on Nanami's birthday, 7/3! This was such a fun chapter to write.

[casketvamps]

my manager (the hot one) comes in on thursdays off the clock to hang out and bowl, and all i can say is thank god he started wearing oversized ugly shirts and cargo shorts instead of the jeans and tight t-shirts he used to show up in. those tacky-ass baggy shirts are the only thing keeping my constitution in check

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Haiiii!!

My name's Wolfe and i'm a fag and i have several fictional husbands. Mostly variations of Sans and Papyrus undertale, but also some mha characters.

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Name: Wolfe

Age: 19

Gender: dog

Sexuality: fag

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A literal dog. Some sort of coyote-looking mutt with green emo furry hair and skeleton arm-warmers, often seen in cringe stylish anime merch.

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Usually okay with sharing f/os but can get possessive!

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About my husbands!

Red

Name: Sans/Fell/Red

Character: UnderFell! Sans

Source: Undertale AU / Underfell

Age: 34-ish

Gender: a guy

Sexuality: bi

Description:

Short red and handsome, my beloved Fell Sans. Featuring the gorgeous red turtleneck + gold spiked red leather collar + big puffy black coat with fur rimmed hood + oversized basketball shorts + red hightop converse look and other on-brand outfits featured in my imagination, a cracked skull, red eyelights, singular golden tooth, the classic. A chainsmoker with an affinity for mustard and a love-hate incestually-toned relationship with his brother, his outward appearance and first impression can be that of a depressed passive-aggressive bastard whose main sense of comedy is self deprecating jokes; but once you get to know him you find his dumb idiot soft side. And the trauma. All the trauma. Surprisingly good for cuddles despite being bones, ecto is fun ;3

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KATSUKI

Name: Katsuki

Character: Katsuki Bakugo

Source: My Hero Academia

Age: 17

Gender: A Man

Sexuality: gay

Looks:

Everyone's favourite fluffy angry blonde, the man the myth the legend, Katsuki Bakugo himself! Fluffy pale blonde hair, piercing red eyes, killer bod and beautiful smile, my favourite prettyboy. Harsh temperament, short fuse, full of spark, explosive personality. Often spotted in his school uniform and more casual looks such as my favourite black tanktop grey sweats combo. Late nights spent cuddling under blankets with good movies and better snacks are the best with him <3

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Swap

Name: Papyrus/Swap/Stretch/Honey

Age: 28

Gender: just a lil guy

Sexuality: *shrugs*

Looks:

Tall, lazy, always stoned, and with a horrible fashion sense, my dear comedian husband. My beloved, often seen in his baggy orange hoodie and various colours of cargo shorts ranging from a dark-ish beige to navy green, can also be spotted in t-shirts. Still with cargo shorts. They're all he ever wears. Always able to make me laugh and bound to light up any room he's in, and the world's best sesh buddy. We bake brownies together.

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Lesser partners: swapfell papyrus, fell papyrus, classic sans, dabi, shinso, shigiraki, hawks

[invisibleraven]

"what happened to normal halloween costumes? like spiderman or something?" for Ray Molina and his horde of children

Ray grunted as the knife sunk into the pumpkin, sawing away as he cut a hole in the bottom. Finally the circle fells away, allowing Ray to start scooping the innards of the gourd. Pumpkin carving wasn't high on his list of favourite activities but he did it every year, so this year was no different.

A knock sounded on the door while he had a handful of pumpkin guts, so he called out for whoever it was to come in. Most of the teenagers who frequented his house had a standing invitation to come in whenever they wanted anyways.

It was Willie, hair in a ponytail, and dressed in a generic black t-shirt and cargo pants, not his usual colourful garb. But his familiar skateboard was under his arm, and he grinned at Ray. "Hi Mr. M! Am I the first to arrive before we report for Carrie's bash?"

"Yup. The girls are upstairs getting ready, and the guys are all in the studio." Ray looked Willie over. "Wait, I thought it was a costume party?"

"It is! I'm Tony Hawk!" At Ray's look of confusion, Willie gave him a shrug. "He's a pro skateboarder, no one ever recognizes him, it's a whole meme."

"Okay then. You look... Just like him?" Ray said before going back to his pumpkin while Willie laughed and sat himself on the couch, turning on the television to The Great Pumpkin.

Ray had the gourd hallowed out by the time the door opened to the members of Sunset Curve. Bobby was in a paint splattered worksite. "I'm a Jackson Pollock," he explained with a shrug.

Alex was in an all black attire, complete with a head covering and mask. But this one Ray at least knew. "Dread Pirate Roberts?"

Alex bowed, his fake sword swinging wildly behind him. "At your service." He then almost pranced over to Willie, sliding under his arm just as Charlie Brown had gotten yet another rock.

Ray didn't know who Luke was supposed to be in a mangy blonde wig and oversized green sweater, but he smiled at the boy, telling he looked nice. "Thanks Ray!" he chirped, then went to the bottom of the stairs. "Come on girls, let's get a wiggle on!"

Julie and Flynn were in a duo set of costumes, with Flynn as Cinderella and Julie as her fairy godmother, though their outfits were styled like those from that Brandy movie Julie had forced the family to watch at least a hundred times during her childhood. "Wait, where's Reggie?" she asked, turning around looking for him everywhere and Ray mourned the time he was going to have to sped vacuuming glitter and sparkles off his floor.

"here I am!" Reggie said as he dashed up the steps, grinning ear to ear. He was wearing a blue shirt and shorts, and had a white hat over his head with what looked like bear ears. "It's Adventure Time!" he proclaimed. Julie tittered with a giggle, and Ray noted how Reggie blushed at the sound.

Well he would just have to keep an eye on that, now wouldn't he?

He took in the motley crew, and he shook his head. "What happened to normal Halloween costumes? Like Spiderman or something?" he lamented.

"Oh papi, that's no fun!" Julie said. "We dressed up as superheroes last year anyways."

Ray could recall the group of Avengers from the year prior, back when they were still on the cusp of being allowed to trick or treat. Carlos was almost to that age himself, only a few more good years left. "Fine, I suppose these costumes are a bit too out there for me, but you do all look great. Come on, we'll get a group photo before you go."

One photo was never really just one photo with Ray, but after a dozen different shots, the kids begged off, heading out to Carrie's party, leaving Ray with his pumpkin. He still shook his head at their retreating figures, and grabbed his knife once more.

"So what do you say buddy? Simple triangle face or drag out my stencils?" The gourd of course, did not answer, but Ray hummed. "Triangles it is. Can't go wrong with a classic after all." Then went about making his simple, old fashioned pumpkin, though he was definitely going to get a Spiderman mask to answer the door with this year, just to tease his kids with.