#custom made leather suits

[leathercollectionus]

Whiz Tech Motorcycle Suit

Moto Speeds proudly presents, Whiz tech motorcycle suit , an outfit for the professional riders who never compromise comfort and on-track safety with matching gears and custom fitting.

Whiz Tech Motorcycle Suit

[thomsonsharon347]

How To Wear Your Leather Jacket Fashionably? 5 Dapper Outfit Ideas For Men!

Go through these exclusive styling tips to discover various contemporary ways in which you can wear your iconic leather jacket like a stud!

[mead-iocre]

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leah bringing spoiled!reader with her to new york for a work event. spoiled!reader with her hermès bubblegum pink birkin 35 with palladium hardware and her baby pink prada patent leather heels. the restaurant was lovely, highly-rated, and expensive– exactly suited to reader's taste. the chef's tasting menu was $500+ per person with wine pairing. reader and leah were in for a feast with the 10-course menu. seared shrimp, fennel mousseline, sauce bouillabaisse and more; but reader's favourite was the pan roasted filet mignon, coupled with celeriac “bone marrow” and an aromaful red wine-shallot sauce.

best believe this girl will always tip the servers (!!!!!). when the bill comes ($1410+ thanks to the domaine de la romanée-conti la tâche grand cru 2016 bottle of wine that reader insisted she had to try, but did not even finish a glass of) reader would proudly exclaim "I've got the tip!" and leah would just chuckle, all sweet and endearing, handing the waiter her amex card without even glancing at the bill. like "aw that's nice of you, baby"

reader would clumsily open her bag, digging through her chanel lipglosses, bottle of tom ford perfume, organic mints, various bottles and tubes of hand creams and face mists and such, to find her wad of hundred dollar bills neatly clipped in a stainless steel, custom-made money clip with her initials of course. she'd pull out four hundred dollar bills and hand them to their waiter with a sweet "thank you, sir!".

leah watches as she smiles, clearly very pleased with herself, tucking the stack of hundred dollar bills back in her birkin. Her sweet girl. "look at'chu lil sugar mama"

she practically preens at her praise. "I actually withdrew it from your card, lee"

pulling out her chanel hand mirror, quickly retouching her lipgloss. "can we stop by the bank before we head to soho? might need to withdraw some more"

"...well, I guess it's nice that you're so generous, baby"

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tip your waiters folks!

[amazinglyashy]

Priceless -

But what does mahogany matter- inset with designs of rich gold swirled with wood burning, carved out crows along the panels of his desk top, the finest leather fitted perfectly on the most comfortable office chair custom made- if he couldn't have you, sitting on that very desktop, legs spread just slightly as he pressed into you deeply for a kiss. For another. And another. And another-

What does marble matter- expensive swirls of deep forest green with even darker blacks across the counter tops of a kitchen he rarely utilizes for personal use- if he can't dance behind those very same countertops with you, spinning you across the slate floor in the pale glow of the lights underneath the cupboards.

And would velvet mean anything if not adorned across you and your very form- draping over the curves and edges of your body in the most delicious ways, held together by expensive threading and a price Sylus would pay again and again just to tear those very threads apart from your body in desperation and need.

Would any of these things mean anything to him- for all their cost, for everything that they were worth down to the penny- if he didn't get to share them with you? Obviously, they had meant something to him before he had met you. So most would easily say the answer was a resounding yes. But that wasn't actually true now, was it?

It could never be true.

Because while he could collect the things he liked- decorate with items that suited his tastes, all due to the riches he had amassed, none of it truly mattered if he didn't have you.

Because his feet didn't need to be moving over slate as he spun you around in the kitchen. Linoleum peeling at the edges would do just fine, as long as it was your hand in his as he twirled you around in the dim light of the evening.

And he'd settle for lifting you to the bathroom counter for his kiss, if the desktop was too cheaply made to carry any person's weight, twenty dollars at a yard sale, double the price years before on the shelves of a big box store. It didn't matter if he had to push a few of your skincare supplies to the side to achieve the depth he wanted, as long as his lips pressed into yours almost as if the two of you were one.

It had taken him rhyme and riches to reach you, across the sea of stars that sparkled in your eyes whenever he took you out so late into the night, watching you watch the sky out the window whenever he stopped at a light. But none of it mattered as much as you did to him. He would give up every penny, every weapon, safe house, sports car or bike, fitted suit, and aged wine, all in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you.

And he hoped he could spend every waking moment making you realize just how much you mattered to him.

After all, you were truly priceless.

[accala]

I love how simplistic the clothing is in Advent Children compared to those in Rebirth. I know it's not what they intended (Rebirth is a fairly new game and AC Movie was back in the 2000's). But I like to think that characters had to improvise with their clothes because Shinra, who was the major supplier for everything, was gone after Meteorfall. Plus with Midgar down and in the middle of a wasteland, they had to scramble for resources, so any fabric had to be salvaged.

Here's some side-to-side references of Remake/Rebirth (RR) Clothing vs. Advent Children (AC) Clothing:

[Rufus Shinra]

The buttons. The details. The extra fabric. The belts. And then look how more simple AC is. Sure he has a coat on top of three shirts, but his RR suit looks so extra and customized to fit him whilst his AC suit looks like something he scrounged up in his remaining closet. He lost all of his extra belts. His undershirts look like they’re made out of cheap cotton too. His coat in particular looks short on the sleeves and too loose on his form.

[Turks: Rude, Reno, Tseng, & Elena]

(Top right photo from Advent Children)

Classic expensive suits for RR. Simple suits for AC. Look at those clean looks and small suit details for RR (ex. Rude has a patterned tie and Elena’s collar has a small button/pin on her collar). The difference is apparent with Reno, who has a fancy undershirt in Remake vs his simple cotton undershirt in AC. And if you zoom in on the AC photo, the coats have zippers!!! The AC coats also look loose compared to their form fitting coats in RR.

[Cloud Strife]

AC!Cloud has more fabric than in RR. But AC lacks the details that RR has. For example, RR has leather gloves with metal encased on the wrist and fingers. His shoulder pad looks forged with giant metal screws as well. But AC mostly has leather and little to no metal except for its strap buckles and wolf insignia (And it's likely that Cloud made those wolf symbols himself). Although, he does have major upgrades (read: his sword and motorcycle; both things he probably made himself/with help from scrap materials).

(Extra note: This is a common theme on other characters where they replace their utility pockets and metal armor with leather/denim. It makes sense for their equipment to be replaced due to wear and tear. Lack of metal armor could be due to lack of weapon/armor production. Plus Leather pauldrons/gauntlets are faster to make.)

[Tifa Lockhart]

Her outfit in AC looks more casual than in RR (ex. She got rid of her compression armbands; She switched out her red combat boots for look-alike converse sneaker boots; and put her utility pockets in front of her skirt/shorts combo). Notice how she doesn’t have gloves nor Materia slots in the movie (Although it’s weird that she DOES have gloves in other games/promos).

[Barret Wallace]

In AC, he has a sleeveless puffer jacket and a fishnet shirt. He also lost his leather utility pockets (for ammo possibly) from RR. And it’s probably because he doesn’t need it, now that he has a new advanced weapon (it can transform from a metal arm into a high tech machine gun and vice versa). As an oil baron, he probably has more access to materials and utilities compared to other characters, that’s why Barret’s clothes don’t look so simple/improvised.

[Marlene Wallace]

Obviously Marlene would have a different look when she got older. But look at her cute frilly pink dress vs. her white sleeveless collared shirt and floral patterned skirt (notice how her outfit looks like a mix of Cloud and Aerith’s outfits). The stitching for her AC outfit is way more simple. Also I’d like to think Barret gave her that floral patterned fabric for her skirt since it would have been difficult to get ahold of.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

Zippers galore. Her outfit is changed to black with a floral patterned shirt with a denim ensemble (I think her outfit is a little extra because she's a WRO member). Her shuriken’s the same but her metal and leather armor are gone and replaced with a wristband and a black cloth that covers her forearm. She still has her utility pockets though but it’s in denim (I wonder, did she break her old armor?).

(Edit: She also has these green converse knee high boots?? Again, as a WRO member, she probs got them outside of Midgar)

[Vincent Valentine]

Nothing changed that much. He kept his coat. His AC leather straps and gauntlet are less detailed than the Rebirth one. The metal buckles look different in shape too. I think he changed those in AC. Makes sense if there were wear and tear during the years (I wonder how he does his laundry though lmao).

[Cid Highwind]

Cid changed to a cotton blue shirt. He doesn’t have his pilot scarf anymore nor his flight jacket. Instead, he has a brown bomber jacket tied around his waist with a dog tag around his neck. As much as I think his clothes are due to scarce resources, I also don’t think he cares that much regarding fashion.

[Reeve Tuesti]

The shoulder pads. The silver and yellow accents. The foot length blue coat. It's a major improvement on Reeve's outfit compared to his old businessman suit. As the WRO leader, he gets access to making his outfit a little fancy (more chances to trade with other towns/cities outside of Midgar). Although I do think someone made that coat for him, and he wanted to reject it because he considered it too much. But accepted either way 'cause it would be a waste.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Mafia land arc has to be

Reborn and Colonello: *being Arcobaleno and trying to seduce Ed into being their Sky and failing*

Ed: *absolutely Not Having It and making that fact Very Known*

Skull: *arrives*

Ed: *pausing being the most obnoxious person he can bc he knows good leather when he sees it and this Not Baby is giving Vibes Ed wants* Where do you shop?

Skull: *always down to talk clothes and is grateful this pretty blond Sky is distracting Reborn and Colonello* Well, all my clothes are custom made

Colonello and Reborn: *absolutely flabbergasted*

Ed and Skull: *bonding over clothes*

Al and Tsuna: This makes complete sense

Reborn: I'll take you to Italy, get you a custom-made suit

Ed: Boring

Skull: Wanna go back to my airship and look at my combat boot collection?

Ed: Thought you'd never ask

Reborn:

Reborn: This time I really am going to kill him

[twinkletfout]

The Heavenly One Night Stand (One Shot)

»» | Tw: Inappropriate language/words, foursome, spitting, double penetration, dirty talk, facefuck, creampie, spanking, choking, rough sex |

»» | Fem!reader x Gojo x Geto x Toji | (Foursome) | yes, this is a repost::;

As you entered the bar, it was pretty crowded with plenty of people, both men and women drinking and dancing in a corner with jazz music playing softly in the background.

You approached the bartender and ordered one shot of tequila. Yes, you were going all out tonight. Maybe you will regret it in the morning, but right now you really need this to calm you down. The bartender was quick with his hand and poured the shot and slid it towards you before he moved to attend to his other customers.

You wasted no time before you grabbed it and downed the drink. Producing a hissing sound when the last drop has finally spilled down your throat and then slammed the shot glass on the counter. You called the bartender again for one more glass, not stopping any soon, you were thankful that your alcohol tolerance was high.

After a few shots, still sober, you noticed two guys staring at you, making it obvious that they were checking you out with no shame. One with white hair, like snow, that it was too hard to not to notice him in the crowd and the glowing blue eyes he hid with shades. The other, with his arm over the shoulder of his friend, stared at you, while leaning on the chair behind him, with a leather jacket that suited him quite well. He smirked at you when you noticed him and noted his dark hair that is tied to a bun on the back of his head, with one strand of bangs falling over his eyes till it reached his jawline. When he turned to whisper something to his friend, you noticed the inky piercing that he wore, mumbling something while still looking at you. whatever that he said made the other flash a toothy grin after he pulled away from him.

You decided to see what he was up to, and you were surprised when the man slid down his shades and then winked at you, lifted up his white tank top, showing off his pale abs and his hardened pink nipples, running his hands through them as you smirked back at him.

Maybe you should relax yourself tonight as well, with men that could satisfy your needs. When you took your eyes off of them for a second, you felt a light tap on your shoulder, when you turned around to see a massive muscular man standing before you, maybe in his 40s, with a scar on his lips, which was rather seductive to look at. He took the seat beside you.

"Drinking your sorrows away, darlin'?" He asked without taking his eyes off of you, you noticed how his eyes trailed down towards your chest and realised what he was getting at.

"Maybe" you replied while looking away smirking, And you suddenly became aware of the unknown presence behind you, when you looked back, you realised it was that one guy that flashed his abs and his friend trying to interfere into your conversation. The white haired guy leaned on the counter with the same grin he had and asked,

"Mind if we join as well?" you shot your head up to him when he spoke, you knew how your night will go based on the answer you'll give him. You leaned down on the counter before saying,

"Why so?" you asked, looking up at them with your doe eyes, clearly knowing the answer to it, but you wanted to hear them say it

"Well, you want someone to satisfy your pretty little needs, Isn't that right Satoru?," the one with the piercings lifted your chin up to meet his gaze before saying. Your face flushed at his words. The white haired man, Satoru, hummed in response with a smug look on his face. The massive man sitting beside you leaned in and brushed his lips on the nape of your neck slowly, and whispered "why don't you come with us, hm?"

A soft groan leaves him as he asked you, tempting you. You turned towards him before asking what his name was,

"Toji, Darlin', Toji Fushiguro." he said as his fingers found yours intertwining them as a wicked smirk grew on his face.

"Geto" the one with the leather jacket said as he leaned in towards your ear, as his hot breath brushed your skin, making you tremble.

"Gojo, Gojo Satoru. Remember it well, sweetheart." He teased you. The way these men talked to you made you aroused. Maybe they were already getting what they wanted. The tequila you consumed didn't even have twice as much as the effect of these three men had on you. Of course, you went with them, willingly.

Gojo and Geto were the first to leave, following them, Toji had his eyes on you while he walked behind you.

As soon as you reached the hotel, they made their first move as the door of the elevator had closed. In a split second, Toji's hand going over your waist and grabbing your breasts and squeezing them, Gojo's lips crashed on to yours, wasting no time to slide his tongue inside your mouth. All while Geto slid his hand under your skirt squeezing your butt, which later followed him creeping his hands inside your panties later, realising how wet you were.

They retrieved you as fast as they touched you when the elevator door opened. You didn't notice how you were leaning your body towards them, but when they got back to wherever they were. Your legs almost gave out, trembling all over, Gojo caught you before you could crumble down onto the ground.

"Feeling good already, hm?" He questioned, as he chuckled looking away from you, while you were trying to keep yourself still.

Toji and Satoru couldn't control themselves any longer before all of you even gotten into the room, both of them had pinned you against the wall close to your room while Geto struggled to open the door. Kissing, grinding, licking. Oh, you couldn't make up what was even going on anymore.

The moment when they heard the 'tck' sound of the door unlocking, they had pulled you into the room.

Toji picked you up and threw you on to the bed as they all got undressed, undoing your skirt and bra, Toji kissed you down your thigh, towards the place that burned up each time as the kiss was planted on your inner thigh.

He licked your cunt through the fabric of your panties, taking in all of your scent, savoring it.

Stretching your panties to a side, his hands ran through your folds then teasing your clit. You moaned as his tongue played with your pussy, making you squirm

When you were in your own world, enjoying the pleasure, Gojo and Geto interfered with your fun, begging for you to touch their erect cock.

Giving in to their desires, you stroked, sucked, their length as much as they wanted. They produced gentle grunts and groans here and there, feeling good. Gojo's hand found your tit, squeezing them, going down to give it a sweet kiss. Geto knew this was his chance to steal you for all of himself, using your mouth as he pleases, he thrusted his cock deep inside your throat, a moan leaving him as he did. He didn't even give you the chance to adjust to his length before he started to fuck your mouth, deeply and roughly.

"Just like that baby, yes haa,," he moaned your name over and over again, turning you on, before he pulled your head close to him slowly, but it was quick, before he came down your throat. Pulling himself out of your mouth, he exhaled a heavy breath. Chuckling as he bend down himself to meet your gaze, his face coming closer to yours and planting a kiss on your lips, tasting himself on your lips, he pulled away from the kiss before he reached down to suck on your tit with Gojo, teasing your nipples.

You could feel the orgasm rumbling down on your body as Toji had finally started fingering you on the same spot that has been sending electric waves through your body for the past few minutes.

"You like it here, Baby?" he thrusted his fingers again in that specific area. Holding your moan back while your eyes rolled back. The way Geto and Gojo teased your nipples only made your orgasm ripple inside you faster.

"Right here?" he thrusted again, your voice spilling out his name as you came all over his fingers.

"Now, that's what I like to hear," he said, taking his fingers out and reaching his fingers up to your mouth.

"Taste yourself for me, won't you?" the way you opened your mouth without a second thought made him chuckle, wrapping your lips around his fingers. He smirked when he felt your tongue licking his fingers clean.

"Aren't you an obedient girl?" He praised you, making you warm up at his words.

Your nipples were so red from being played with them too much, now three of these men, kissing you in turns, fighting each other to taste you. You sat on top of Toji while his length teased your folds, threatening to enter you at any moment, Geto showed up behind you, taking Toji's place, tasting your cunt. while Gojo appeared in front of you as he slapped his dick and then rubbing it on your pretty face. "You look so beautiful.." he said between each breath as he kept rubbing himself on you.

"Am i?" You asked him clearly, wanting him to compliment you more. He thrusted his hip while you took him inside your mouth. "Yes- yes, you are." He released a breathy sigh as he said those words with a sly smile on his face while your tongue wrapped around his cock, feeling himself inside your wet mouth pussy

You bobbed your head, picking up the rhythm as he thrusted down your throat. You could feel Toji's tip finally going in, slipping inside you while he left a grunt, was it because your pussy felt so good for him?

"So tight" he gasped softly,

You moaned when gojo was still fucking your face, the sound waves of your voice hitting him made it only feel even more pleasurable. Just before he came on your face, Toji didn't seem to let go of you that easily. His grip that was around your hips, tightening it on each thrust. It didn't feel so bad for him to leave some bruise marks on your body tonight.

"Are you forgetting something?" Geto inserted himself into you, stretching your pussy wide with both of their thicknesses. Tears started swelling in your eyes that slid down your cheeks, Gojo got hold of your chin making you face him. He wiped your tears with his thumb and caressed your cheek before he bent down to kiss your lips

"Good girl" Gojo whispered as he pulled away from your lips, his thumb slowly parting your lower lip as it gently moved inside your tongue, pressing it down as your mouth widened. A smirk grew on his face as he spit inside your pretty mouth.

Watching you savor it down your throat only made his dick ache. "Fuck" he groaned. Toji's strong hands squeeze down on your thighs, making you unable to move and take his length to the hilt. Geto was getting all breathy, his climax approaching, he grunted for one last time before he was buried deep inside you, painting your fleshy walls white with his cum.

He pulled out, switching with Gojo. Didn't even give you enough time to know what was going on, He thrusted inside, without a second thought. Toji was edging himself inside your cunt. Which he felt at ease inside your deepest part. He wanted to be buried inside you for eternity, wanted him to fill you whole as his tip kissed your cervix.

You were a mess, your makeup all smeared, red spots and hickeys all over your body due to the rough manhandling of your body. But you didn't seem to hate it at all, not a bit. Gojo moaned your name and whimpered as he was close to coming. Toji was too busy sucking on your tongue as you both kissed not too passionately.

"One more thrust- yeah, fuck, im- imcumming!!" He moaned as his eyes rolled back as you felt the warmth filling deep inside you. As Gojo pulled out from your pathetic little pussy, it was Toji's chance to have you all for himself.

"Such a selfish, bastard" Geto commented while Gojo laughed in the background. Just from Toji's cock, you were filled, completely. That thought made your pussy clench around his grit. He let out a pained groan as he felt you trying to milk him. "It won't be so easy, darlin'" he picked you up with ease and turned you over, all while his length was still buried inside your cunt. As your back hits the messy sheet beneath you, he starts pounding into you violently as he slapped on the soft flesh of your ass.

"Even after all the pounding, why are you still so fucking tight, huh?" He questioned, your pussy clenched even more when he said that. Producing a hissing sound at your filthy behaviour, he brought his hand and wrapped it around your throat as he slightly choked you.

He brought himself closer to your face and then slowly bit down on your lower lip, gently sucking and biting. His other hand that was holding your waist slowly slid down to grip your ass, which he later continued to slap them as he pleased. The choking only made it harder for you to moan, "Shhh" he whispered, "Take it like the good girl you are." he slapped again, but this time it was much harder and painful.

Your eyes swelled with tears which started to pour out, he kept looking into your teary eyes, so full with desire all while fucking you in missionary. Holding your legs in place so you won't squirm around. His face nuzzled in between your neck, he sucked and bit down on the soft spot of your collarbone.

"Toji- im,im cummi- Toji!!" Your voice came out all blended with pleasure while your legs quivered and shook under his strong grasp, he didnt pay no attention as he kept on fucking into you, as low grunts left him.

The two men that you almost forgot that were watching you and toji go at it made them more hornier, when they eventually decided to join in again, as they started to hump on your face.

It was so obvious that Gojo loved rubbing himself on your face, loved it a little too much. While Geto kept on jerking off to you getting fucked by Toji. You felt Toji twitching inside you as he picked up his pace. He kept on moaning your name as he finally spilled himself inside your deepest parts. You could feel yourself cumming again on his sloppy cock. Not much time after, Gojo and Geto both came on your face. The four of you were a panting mess as you trembled all over covered with their filth. Toji slowly pulled out of your messed up cunt, all of the semen left by these three men slowly starting to ooze out of you as he did.

"Lick it clean won't ya?" He said with a smirk as he slapped it on your face, your eyes fluttered open at his request. Gojo brought his lips towards your ear as he whispered, "Lets do this again, hm?" As you looked at the three men, an evil smile plastered on their face as they looked down at you.

[pretzel-box]

Mafia AU Drabble / Suggestive Mature Stuff under the cut

The large room is dimly lit, with only the faint glow of the city skyline spilling through the large windows. You sit quietly in the plush armchair, your heart beating faster than usual while Sebastian leaned in closer.

His large hand wandered up to his fine lips as his teeth bit down on the leather of the glove, pulling the small clothing item of his hand in a slow and smooth motion, dropping it on top of your slightly exposed chest. The evening air feels heavy with tension as his fingers traced your clothed thighs, going up and under your shirt, touching every inch of delicate skin they could find. The expensive decor, the glass of fine wine on the table and the reflection of the crystal chandelier all dropped into the back of your mind as Sebastian Solace kissed your neck with a lively passion, nibbling on your skin and leaving his marks. You moaned softly under his touch, your arms moving on their own as you pulled him closer, drunk from his heavenly scent alone.

There's a sharp contrast between the tender touch and the dominance you feel radiating from him.

His other hand moves with practiced ease, fingers working deftly on the buckle of his expensive belt. The metallic click echoes in the dim room, a brief sound that sends a shiver down your spine.

Before you can fully process the moment, the warmth of his skin meets yours. The heat of his chest presses against your body, igniting every nerve with an electric sensation. His fingers move to the buttons of your shirt, each one undone with agonizing slowness, revealing more of your skin to the cool night air. His lips, soft yet insistent, travel down the line of your collarbone, leaving a trail of heated kisses that send sparks of desire through you.

When his tongue flicks across a sensitive spot just below your collarbone, your body reacts involuntarily, arching into him. He cups the bottom of your thigh, squeezing the skin and lifting your leg with ease before he finally moves his lips further down.

Being married to Sebastian Solace meant living a life draped in luxury, where every desire was met with little more than a whispered request. It was a world of glamour, endless wealth, and the kind of romance that others only dreamt of. All you had to do was stay by his side, adorned in the finest clothes, a silent muse for the man who worshiped you and was ready to devour you at any moment.

Sebastian had two sides, each perfectly balanced as he navigated his complicated life with an effortless grace. By day, he was the charming figurehead of high society, the powerful leader of one of the most feared mafia families in the city. He held the city’s power balance in the palm of his hand, manipulating it like a puppet master, never sparing a thought for the dangers that loomed. He had enemies, yes, but none were foolish enough to challenge him directly. Not with you by his side.

Because when it came to you, nothing else mattered.

His dangerous world faded into the background the moment he looked into your eyes. His focus was singular, always on you. One word from your lips, and the world would bend to your will. If you wanted it, it was yours. He had no limits when it came to spoiling you—lavish trips, private jets, and nights spent under the stars in cities you barely had time to learn the names of. One day you’d be flying over London, and the next, you’d be having breakfast in Paris before taking a late swim in the crystal-clear waters of Hawaii. Time felt irrelevant when you were with him, as though the rest of the world was just a backdrop to your whirlwind life.

You want a car? He’ll get you seven, one for each day of the week—sleek, custom-made vehicles that suited your every mood. You want new clothes? He’ll buy out entire boutiques, filling your wardrobe with high-end fashion from every corner of the globe. And when a closet wasn’t enough to hold it all, he’d give you an entire house just for your clothes, a personal fashion haven, because why not?

To Sebastian, there were no limits. He treated you like royalty, giving you everything before you even had to ask. All he wanted was to see that look in your eyes—the one that showed how much you loved it, and maybe just a little bit how much you loved him for it in return. He will fulfill your dreams all with a handkiss and a charming smile.

[leathercollectionus]

Custom Made Race Suits

Motorsport has a remarkable history that began in the late 19th century after the invention of cars and motorcycles. Much advances have been made in the technology, design, format, and rules of the sport since its inception, but nothing is more exciting than a motorcycle race. It involves science, speed, commitment, vision, passion and a lot of risks too. Despite all the risks, motorcycle racing is considered the most important motorsport, not only the most important motorsport but also one of the fastest-growing sports in the world, which is gaining popularity among everyone regardless of gender and age. In order to enjoy the games, you need to practice practicing techniques, technologies, and especially safety on the circuit, not only to minimize the risks but also to regain confidence in the sports discipline.

You cannot eliminate the risk factor because the unfortunate event will happen no matter when. However, you can minimize the impact by having protective equipment that meets the athletic and athletic requirements. For motorcycle races on the track and on the road, for beginners, passionate or professional, we recommend a full kangaroo or a cow leather that you choose. The leather racing suit with all its protective armor is resistant to abrasion, cuts and impacts. With a high-tech leather racing suit you can test the limits of your own and that of your machine. Getting a leather racing suit isn’t a huge problem these days. You can visit nearby stores or order online and have delivery to your address. Almost all of the major brands of motorcycle leather clothing have online services to save their customers time and money, which is very impressive. But even after buying a racing suit, something is still missing. This can be leather quality, durability issues, ergonomic inconveniences, size and fit issues, standard safety armor, poor stitching, and especially disappointing customer service. Leather Collection, an emerging global brand, has filled these gaps with years of experience and a dedicated team.

Custom Made Race Suits

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Show - Oct 30 - @rosekillermicrofic - 808 words - Warnings: none

“Will you please stop by Spellbinding Sound for me?” Pandora begged as soon as Evan picked up her call.

“‘Hello, Evan, my dearest brother,’” Evan said dryly. “I think you’re supposed to greet me at the very least before asking for a favor.”

Pandora sighed noisily. “I just need a new pack of reeds for my clarinet, and you know which ones to buy.”

Evan sighed back at her. “I suppose it is on the way home. I’ll drop by for you, if you make me dinner.”

“Deal,” Pandora said, hanging up immediately. Evan looked at his phone blankly, offended for a moment, before remembering she was probably in the middle of practicing when she called.

Spellbinding Sound was a small music supply shop that Pandora favored, and Evan had been sent there a few times on errands for her. He usually didn’t mind; the owner, an older man named Albus, was kind and patient. When Evan entered the store, though, he was already helping a customer.

“Would you like me to restring the instrument for you?” Albus was asking the man in front of him. The man was shorter than Evan, with dark, tousled hair and several face piercings: two on his lip, another on his eyebrow, another on his nose, too many to count on both ears. He was wearing a graphic band t-shirt over ripped-up jeans, a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. His bare arms were covered in tattoos, and they continued up his neck and down his hands. Evan found himself wondering where else the man was tattooed.

“No, thanks,” the man said in a smooth voice. “I like to do it myself.”

He picked up his strings, which Evan assumed were for some sort of guitar or bass for his punk band, based on the man’s appearance. The man nearly ran into Evan when he spun around and walked towards the door with a swift gait.

“My bad,” the man said, worrying one of the lip rings between his teeth for a moment. “I’m Barty.”

Confused as to why the man gave his name, Evan responded with his own. “Evan.”

Evan tried to step around Barty, but Barty stepped into his path again.

“You like music?” Barty asked, and before Evan could answer, he continued talking. “You should come to my show. Friday night at the Slytherin Stage. I hope I’ll see you there.”

Evan watched him walk out the door, raising both eyebrows at the man’s gall. Inviting him to a show was one thing, but leaving directly after the invite was just dramatic. Evan shook it off and stepped up to the counter and greeted Albus.

“Does Pandora need new reeds?” Albus asked knowingly, his eyes sparkling. Evan nodded. They chatted amicably while Albus grabbed the reeds for Evan, and processed the payment for them. Soon enough, Evan was on his way home to Pandora.

Evan didn’t even know why he was attending the concert. He wasn’t a punk music person — but something about Barty had made him want to learn more. Maybe it was his overconfidence or attractiveness, but Evan felt compelled to come to his show that evening. He was surprised that attendees were dressed so nicely, and he was glad that he had come directly after work, so he was still wearing his nice work slacks and a button-down shirt. As he took his seat in the audience, in a gorgeous emerald-green auditorium. He was starting to think he had greatly misread the man he’d spoken to, because there was no way he was about to see some sort of punk band performance.

Nerves flew in his stomach as he wondered what he had signed up for, just as the curtains pulled back and revealed an entire full symphony orchestra. Evan scanned the faces of every single person until he found Barty, sitting at the very front left. He was first chair violin, the goddamn concertmaster. Evan had him pegged completely wrong.

To make matters worse, Barty looked even more attractive in the emerald green suit and tie, with his instrument propped on his knee and his bow in his other hand. Evan had been so stupid to assume he played the guitar, when clearly Barty’s body had been made to hold the violin. The conductor raised his hands, and then lovely music filled the auditorium as the orchestra began.

Evan was entranced. He watched Barty throughout the entire performance, never taking his eyes off Barty’s graceful movements. He ended up lingering by the side stage, waiting for Barty after the show. When the man emerged, he looked surprised to see Evan there.

“You came,” he said softly, before seemingly shaking confidence back into himself. “You liked the show, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Evan said. “I really did.”

And then he stepped forward and kissed Barty.

[cherriesnfangs]

“ Is it that sweet ? i guess so “

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ESPRESSO

re4r! leon s. kennedy x agent!reader

cw - nsfw ( MDNI ) , minor deaths , blood/spit

up blood , touch starved leon, hair pulling ,

fem! reader, exhibitionism , both parties are

consenting . no use of y / n

this is my first fanfic so please let me know

on how i did , my love <3

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BANG !

a loud noise that permeated throughout the hallways of the abandoned and worn down factory on the island that him and his assigned partner were on but he was currently in another room — looking for his things because when he got knocked out and someone or something stole his gear so he was defenseless for now but not entirely .

stumbling in front of the mysterious woman , the plaga infected villager before turning around and yelling out curse words in spanish before multiple rounds of shots began firing at the villager to make sure they wouldn’t be standing for very long . the villager ended up on the ground but it looked up at her with its piercing red eyes with the dark colored veins that were prominent within its eyes and it was met with a bullet to the head , its blood splattering everywhere amongst the dirt ground of the village outpost . the woman looked at the dead body as it squirmed and writhed underneath the heel of her shoe and she heard a plethora of squeals and squelches that came from the dead villager body and saw multiple tiny tendrils come out from the crevice of its neck .

disgusted , she brought out her combat knife that was custom made to her likeness and she brought the knife to the tendril that was seeping out through the crevice of the once dead villager who now was about to have its head explode but she managed to kill it in time . standing upright and dusting the imaginary dust that happened to be on her pants and looked at the body before averting her gaze back upright in the decrepit hallways of the castle of ramón salazar , the worshipper of lord saddler , the creator of los illuminados .

footsteps now emitting in the background as they began to do a subtle shuffle against the factory grounds with shards of glass crunching underneath the boot of the mysterious person behind the woman , turning her head to look at him from the corner to see on whom it was but it was nobody than the person that she was assigned to help on the mission to retrieve the president ‘s daughter from the sinister cult ‘s grasp .

leon s. kennedy .

the blonde haired man looked down at the villager before it was reduced to nothing but a thick black smoke and it disappeared into nothingness and he looked at the woman right next to him . you . one of the other assigned dso agents that were supposed to help him in his rescue mission , asked by the president himself to have him and you rescue ashley graham , his daughter that happened to be kidnapped by the cult and brought back to spain on one of the remote islands . you take a quick glance to gaze straight forward before stepping first , the soles of your combat boots crunched above the broken shards of glass and made squishes and splats with the small water puddles that were within the factory grounds .

the other dso agent tilted his head upright , his blonde locks now resting against his forehead and his lips pursed into a thin line — the man pressed forward and following in suit after you as you two turn a corner , something caught his eye .

his gear but his jacket wasn’t to be seen so he deemed that one of the villagers had stolen it in the process when he was in the other room with the other guy that happened to let him out of the chains after he ran off . leon raised his leather fingerless gloved hand to his temples before rubbing them subtly — mostly out of slight impatience and irritation due to one of his personal favorite jackets were stolen but he quickly brought himself back together quickly before she could notice that he was slightly irritated and he brought himself back together with the same poker face that was mistaken by everyone that he was already mad .

leon saw the door that was holding his stuff captive , he furrowed his eyebrows and tried to maneuver the door but it became fruitless . he looked around to see if there was another way until he heard a whistle calling his attention and he looked in the direction that the whistle called to get his attention , you happened to stand in another part of the factory that had broken walls and rusted metal pipes sticking out from the broken off walls of the factory . in different corners stood in idle were barrel debris that were previously smashed in by you and grabbed the handgun ammunition from the barrels that only gave her 10 — which would do you good for now until you meet back up with the merchant to see if there was any bullets that he had in stock .

leon followed in pursuit and he made his way around the barriers that had rusted pipes sticking out precariously . once the two assigned dso agents made it around to the other side of the room that held his utility belt captive along with his gun and harnesses , he noticed a yellow wheel crank that was attached to the other door and thought that it could be used to open the other side of the door . leon took a quick glimpse at his things before turning the wheel in clockwise motion while the door was lifting up . once he stopped , thinking that it’ll stay opened — the door started to slowly drop down but he couldn’t take chances so he looked at you , who was scanning out the area of the room that you two were in and he whistled you over .

“ hey , can you hold the wheel so i can rush back and get my things ? “ he asked , the tones within his voice seemed to be a bit gruff but it was just how he normally talked so it wasn’t something new to react about . you looked at the wheel before giving a silent nod and walked over to the blondet and took a hold of the wheel , your hands subtly brushing up against his own gloved hand before he had time to pull away as you turned your attention to the wheel before looking at him through the corner of your eye and giving him a subtle nod in silence .

“ i’ll hold this while you go get your things , don’t worry . i got it over here if any villagers come up . “ you spoke , holding the wheel in place so the door wouldn’t slowly descend and blocking leon ‘s chances to get his utility belt back from inside of the room . the blondet gave a small nod , knowing that you got it from the other side and he turned on his heel and walked back towards the room , stepping over shards of glass and he took a subtle glance at you from the corner of his eye in a quick glance because he didn’t want you to see that he was staring at you and he averted his icy blue eyes towards his fingerless gloved hand and looked at it for a moment .

‘ her skin is soft .. ‘ he thought to himself , his mind wondering if it was just your hand that was soft and his thoughts began to process things a tiny bit further before he blinked out of his thoughts before they turned against him and started to show suggestive imagery . “ hey — kennedy , we don’t got all day and we got to rescue ashley . “ you exclaimed from the other side of the room that held his things captive for now because you continued to hold the wheel crank so the door didn’t descend back into its original place . leon furrowed his eyebrows slightly and gave them an eye roll to take a glance at a corner of the ruined factory — green herb was sitting on top of crates , juxtaposed upright and a subtle wind through the cracks of the opened walls of the abandoned factory made its leaves shake and do a subtle dance .

the blondet went over and grabbed the herb and stuffed it into his pockets , soon would be crafting a mix of his red herb that he kept on pockets because his luck whenever it came to red herb instead of the other two colors were more common than he’d thought that he’d been . coming into the room , he grabbed his utility belt that held all of his items and heard a small click from the belt emitting a soft noise that was able to be heard because of how eerily quiet the factory was — it was quiet that you can possibly heard the little scurries of rats moving along or a subtle breeze of the wind coming into the broken walls of the factory .

seeing that leon made it into the room , you released the yellow crank wheel that brought the door down slowly and brought your hands together and brushed them off and watched the man put his utility belt around his waist . “ you should be able to get through now , leon . “ you spoke and turned around , checking how much ammunition you had left from killing the villager that was reduced to black smoke from minutes ago as your locks draped and hung in mid air, framing your face before you swipe your revolver to the side , the barrel forcing its way back into the gun and your eyebrows knitted together before stuffing your hands into your pants , pulling out a fresh box of handgun ammunition .

hearing the subtle clinks of the bullets being inserted into the chamber , leon adjusted his belt and opened the steel bar door and pressed forward with you following in suit . the smell of rust , blood , decay and other unknown things were evident within the abandoned factory on the island that you and leon were told that ashley graham or code name — “ baby eagle “ was on this island and in a church somewhere but until then — you had to pass by some landmarks so it was memorable , at least . the subtle crunch of glass and the squelching of crimson colored blood was made underneath the soles of your combat boots and leon ‘s shoes as to make the atmosphere seem less tense with unsettling noises — but hey ! what do you got to lose ?

as the two of you made your way out of the exit of the abandoned factory , the mysterious man who had a black cloak but a dark forest green bandana that was covering most of his face except for his eyes and right next to him seemed to be an old fashioned type writer with a black stand up torch with a mesmerizing purple flame that emitted some light around its edges and shone down some lights that danced along with the sparkles of the colored fire as the sound created a satisfying crackle .

“ let’s do some business , ey ? “ the mysterious cloaked man asked and stood with a wooden desk table in front of him with a faded crimson and gold designed table cloth and an old fashioned table lamp as he placed his fingerless gloved hands amongst the table and stared at the both of you two , opening his cloak to show a litter of deadly firearms , ammunition , resources and first aid spray along with some guns that were hiding underneath the cloak and the man stuffs his cloak back to its original state before staring at the two of you . you quirked an eyebrow before shoving your handgun into your gun holster and brought out the amount of peseta ‘s that you’ve managed to find — 15 , 000 peseta ‘s in a small pleather pouch and the man looked at you with a subtle hint of amusement .

“ why don’t you take a look at that ? i got some good things on sale for you two , strangers . “ he spoke , his voice with the hints of gruffness through the dark forest green bandana that was precariously wrapped around his face besides his eyes and patiently waited to see if you were wanting to sell , trade with spinels or buy anything from what he has in stock but in the long run — you ended up buying more gunpowder and resources to make your handgun ammuntion and a few bottles of first aid spray — giving some to leon because he wasn’t sure if he picked up any peseta ‘s on the way to the merchant ‘s little temporary store and with whatever of the peseta ‘s you had left , you ended up giving them to leon so he can repair his combat knife .

after having a temporary stop at the merchant ‘s stand , you and leon turned to see a gate that needed a key to get it open , much to your dismay . out of the corner of your eye — you notice a crate that was poorly painted with reflective yellow paint and your curiosity got the best of you , walking over and avoiding the giant heaps of old and damaged wood planks with concrete debris getting mixed up within the giant heaps , lifted the sole of your boot and kicked it , out came dropping a small bag of peseta ‘s . kneeling down and picking them up , you avert your gaze to the blondet who seemed to stare down the way and noticed a wooden gate . doing a subtle jog to catch up to the other agent , the two of you walked up to it after previously defeating a tendril infested villager who was welding an axe . you brought your pistol back into the holster and was about to open the doors until leon beat you to it .

pressing with the palms of his leather fingerless gloves and leaning forward to open the doors , subtle grunts were audible and you maneuvered past him . “ such a gentleman . “ you spoke with your head turned to look at him but not entirely and staring to catch a glimpse of him through the corner of your eye , the blondet rolled his icy blue eyes to another corner and pressed forward with you , him following in suit . seeing a plethora amount of wooden beams and huts on each side and some villagers held their flaming arrow cross bows in hand , not noticing you or leon coming into their place .

your eyebrows furrowed slightly and you went nearby leon and you looked at him through the corner of your eye with your lips pursed slightly , “ get ready — it looks as if they aren’t rolling out the red carpet for the both of us . “ you spoke and noticed handgun ammunition on a crate but it was grabbed by leon before you could’ve grabbed it — drawing out your pistol and your hand delicately placed on the wooden walls of the gorge where the villagers had built shacks and wooden platforms to support them within the safety of the gorge . leon drew out his pistol and saw a small amount of villagers , the two of you took a glance at each other before giving a subtle nod and stepping out from where you two were you previously were hiding to avoid their lurking gaze so you don’t get ambushed and possibly killed in action .

after multiple rounds of bullets and multiple splats of the tendrils that would’ve come out of their once alive bodies that were taken over to bounce back and try to see if they can kill you or leon off but it all went fruitless because him and you managed to kill off the last of the villagers that were attacking you and flying throwing axes at the two of you . you wipe the blood off of your mouth that managed to get on you after you used your own tactical knife that was custom designed to your liking . leon watched from the corner of his eye as his dirty blonde locks fell in front of his face for a few moments and he raised his head up .

remaining silent, the dirty blonde haired man opened his barrels of his handgun only to notice that he’s slowly running out and the cloaked mysterious man who was generous enough to sell you things and new guns didn’t seem to be anywhere near in sight so he’s going to have to go on a manhunt for gunpowder and resources if he wants more handgun ammunition for his gun . leon turned to look at you and he decided to clear the air and started speaking , “ find the hexagonal key . “ he spoke gruffly and began searching through the wooden huts that stood amongst the wooden bridges and ground within the gorge . you watched him disappear into one of the houses until he was further in .

turning your back , you carefully walk across one of the wooden bridges that seem to be steady with how many dead villager bodies were precariously strewn across it because of how many bullets were going through their skin, piercing their flesh as some blood splatters manage to make it onto your cheek . you take notice of this and bring your fist up and wipe it — smudging it within the process but hey . at least it’s off for now so you don’t have to worry about the president’s daughter becoming scared if you were going to turn into one of them .

examining one of the houses on an upper level , you walk in and find two barrels with reflective yellow paint that was poorly painted and set in juxtaposed . you take notice of the miniature log cabin and you bring your foot up and smash the barrels together , watching them crumble to the ground and out pops handgun ammunition and small sacks of gunpowder . within the other log hut , leon wasn’t so lucky when it comes to herbs or resources — he mostly had found gunpowder or red herbs and very few green herbs but he was stuck in thought and he was staring at his gloved hand and where his calloused hands grasped over yours gently back in the abandoned factory and at how soft your hands were and his eyebrows seemed to furrow in subtle frustration . he couldn’t get over the subtle touch of your hand and it led to him wanting more .

shaking his head in one movement to the side , he grumbled incoherent cuss words underneath his breath but he looked in front of him on the small white vanity that had paint chipping in all the places and making it collect dust in front of him that had a green herb in front of him and a singular bag of small resources , sitting juxtaposed atop the white paint chipped vanity in front of him . he grabbed them and used his red herb he previously found and made a mixed herb and stuffed it into one of his cargo pant pockets . leon looked around for a moment to gather his surroundings to see if there was anything he needed to collect before he left the house .

unfortunately for him , there wasn’t much left except for the plaga symbol drawn in a deep shade of red with a blue medallion hanging in mid air with a gold plaga symbol in the middle . leon brought his gun up but it already shattered before he could shoot it , quirking an eyebrow as he turned around to see you stuffing your gun into your gun holster . leon eyed you up and down for a quick moment and he shoved his gun back into his holster . “ mind telling me next time that your gonna try and shoot me ? “ he quipped in a gruff tone, you rolled your eyes to the side . “ you were taking too long to shoot at a medallion that was in your eye sight already now cmon i’ve managed to find the key that we need for the gate that’s nearby the abandoned factory . “ was all you had spoken to him and you began taking your leave out of the log hut .

leon watched you walk out of the log hut and he hesitated but he was about to reach his hand out to grab yours but you walked out before he could have the chance to . reluctantly , he followed out of the log hut and he watched you climb down a ladder and dropping down the rest of the way there as he grabbed onto the ladder and slid down it with his boots touching the edges of the ladder as he slid before jumping off at the last few steps on it , landing safely as he looked at you with a nod of approval . the two of you traversed through the terrain of the gorge and pushed back towards the abandoned factory so you can insert the hexagonal shaped key in the hole and you can pursue on the mission to find the president’s daughter , ashley graham . the air began to go crisp as a subtle wind began to blow , your locks were being blown with the wind in the direction but only a small amount of them .

leon ‘s dirty blonde locks also blew within the wind as the two of you began trailing towards the abandoned factory after visiting the gorge to find the key for the gate . once the two of you made it back , the cloaked man with the purple lit torch was nearby and he looked at the two of you .

“ well , well . “ he spoke gruffly , “ welcome back , strangers ! got many good things on sale and it looks like you’ve finished a request , well done you two . “ he spoke enthusiastically even with his gruff and hoarse tone beneath the surface of his bandana wrapped around his nose and mouth . you looked at leon for a moment before stepping up to the merchant , with a good amount of peseta ‘s and things to sell to him from what you’ve found at the gorge and in return , both you and leon got a good amount of beautiful , shiny pink spinel that dazzled within the suns rays as you looked at it for a moment — her reflection casting in the gemstone ‘s pink exterior and a hint of sunlight shone on the pink spinel as she raised it up in the air to make sure that it was real .

luckily enough for you though , it was a real spinel . you and leon split the reward down by the two of you— since leon had gotten the most of the blue medallions, you gave him four while you kept the three pink spinels . while you were busy with the merchant and looking through his wares and items that he had , leon was distracted by looking at the gate but then he looked at the key then your hand . your soft and gentle touch meant everything to the man , unbeknownst to him . leon was a touch starved man ever since he went to raccoon city . he craved for others touch and he wouldn’t acknowledge it unless someone ‘s hand or arm accidentally would brush up against him then he’d consistently chase after that feeling again— longing for that same touch until he gets satisfied then he leaves .

but when it comes to you— you were mostly too into the mission because the president had asked you and leon personally to find and retrieve his daughter from one of the vacant islands on the coast of spain where a sinister cult by the name of los illuminados had kidnapped her and planned on using their “gift” to infect her and have control over the united states . leon was lost in thought and he couldn’t hear the sounds of your voice and the merchant ‘s calling out to him as it was all a blur , like he was tuning out everything to make him feel better . “ Leon ! “ you called out slightly louder as you stood in front of him and it seemed to click that you were calling out to him as he blinked and looked back at her . “ what “ he spoke gruffly, leon didn’t register that he was zoning out for a few moments but the merchant in front of the two of you quirked an eyebrow , “ are you alright , mate ? “ the merchant questioned and leon gave a quick nod. you remained silent and you stared at him for a moment but you ended dropping it .

throughout walking amongst the dirt grounds of the village and the abandoned factory, leon inserted the hexagonal shaped key and cranked it while the gates opened slowly— after he did just that , it was your turn and you pushed open the door and saw more factory rubble laying amongst in corners and some in the way but they weren’t too big and pillars that were broken at the top that had rusted pipes sticking out of it as the two of you progressed through , killing every villager you’ve managed to spot and within the distance— there stood two barrels that were poorly painted with the same yellow reflective paint, sitting juxtaposed in a corner and it was your turn to break them . lifting up the sole of her shoe — she smashed the both of them with one quick hit and fragments dropped down and scattered around where she busted the barrels and green herbs and peseta’s came out of it .

leon heard the sound of the barrels being busted and he turned to look at you , seeing that they were now broken and it made him wonder about you and him once you two get out of here safely with ashley graham and heading back to the united states . would you like to hang out afterwards ? would you like to probably hang out eventually more often than just one hang out ? maybe even a relationship? the questions remained unanswered and unasked for now because he didn’t know if you also thought of him like that . but boy , was he wrong .

you knew that when it came to missions, you were serious and determined because you didn’t want anything to bother you when your on dangerous missions such as this because of the sinister cult with its members currently hunting you and leon down at every chance they spot you , but outside of the missions and outside of headquarters if they decide to be nice to you and give you a few weeks off so you can prepare for the next mission— you were more sociable and showed more emotion unlike you when it came to being in missions . you and leon adamantly pressed forward in search of ashley graham but you were now told that she was residing within a church that you needed to find a key for because ganados had hid it across the lake .

After finding three gas cans filled with gas liquid for the motor boat that was near the wooden docks, you and leon made it back to the boat— it looked like a piece of shit but it’ll do for now . getting in the boat, you sat at the front of it and looked to your right to see a finite number of spears and it made you look out into the large body of water , you saw a small ripple underneath the brown murky water and that caught your eye but you couldn’t make it out on what it was but what caught you off guard was the sudden jumping of a motor and you rapidly turned around to see leon trying to jump start by pulling it out and watching it go back into the motor as he banged it slightly, doing the same motion again until it started to kick up into high gear with the gas running through its motors before using the motorboat and running out into the large body of water .

“ hmm .. how romantic of you to take me out on a boat ride , ‘eh leon ? “ she asked , a slight tease was laced within her voice and you leaned your elbows on your kneecaps and leon rolled his eyes but he gave a dry chuckle, “ very . “ he spoke with a one liner , you held your same smirk but it quickly dropped once you felt the water ripple underneath you with large waves coming through, almost getting into the motorboat and you turned around to see if there was anything in the water . what seemed like a few minutes , a large roar emitted from the water and out came a large sea monster and your eyes widened slightly but you looked at the spears and grabbed them , you turned to look at leon, “ i’ll hit and you steer! “ was all you said and once the monster popped out of the water, you threw a spear at it which subconsciously was attached to the boat without you or leon knowing until you saw a line being attached to one of it. all of a sudden, the motorboat jerked and it followed where the sea monster was going.

being almost thrown off the boat, you landed against leon’s chest, landing with a harsh grunt and a grit of your teeth as you looked up at leon who did the same thing that you did. steadying your posture and trying to make your way by returning to the front of the boat so you can but leon grabbed you and held you tight as the boat jerked to the side, following the sea monster was swimming rather rapidly. your back was pressed up against his chest and it only got worse as it followed the monster within the lake or .. the name that was on the wooden sign when you two passed it labeled lago from earlier . you managed to get your grip and you got away from leon ‘s chest and made your way to the front, making sure to stand completely still whenever the boat turned into a different direction when it was jerked to the side .

standing your ground and raising a spear, you waited til the monster would’ve been out of the water before you’d hit him entirely . after what had deemed to be like half an hour and being jerked to the side and almost hitting trees that happened to spawn immediately out of the water and protrude its dead tree branches out and with leon managing to steer the boat out of the way so you two wouldn’t get hit and the motor boat wouldn’t have broken apart , the monster managed to sink to the bottom with a plethora amount of sharp spears protruding from the confines of its skin that you aimed and shot at the monster— crimson red color then started to come out from the bottom of the lake . you thought it was over until you felt a strong taste of iron at the back of your throat, you scramble up to your feet and peer over at the side of the boat and cough up blood, spitting it up and coughing as blood mixed with saliva drips down to your chin and you look at the palm of your hand— seeing blood on the palm of your hand . you didn’t have any energy left but you guessed leon didn’t either because he did the same thing that you did and the both of you passed out on the boat , feeling nothing but subtle and gentle rocking of the water .

after what seemed like an hour— you stirred awake, regaining consciousness and remembering that you passed out on the boat, feeling a rush of a headache and feeling a small taste of iron from the blood you spit up, you groaned and sat up . feeling a body semi on top of you that only made you propped up on your elbows and you saw leon’s body that was laying haphazardly on top of you as he still remained unconscious . you look at his features for a moment and hear his soft and subtle breathing , taking in his features— she brushed a bit of his dirty blonde locks out of his eyes and she stared at him for a moment but when she saw him suddenly opening his eyes, she quickly pulled away her hand away from his dirty locks and looking out into the body of water . you narrowed your eyes and try to take a glimpse of your surroundings as leon mutters out a soft groan out in subtle pain because of the sudden sensation of coughing up blood and going unconscious because of the unknown , what exactly ? he doesn’t know why they coughed up blood but leon thought that it was from the jerking of the boat being pulled and how hard of sharp turns they did with the monster pulling the motorboat .

but you were thinking as to why you started acting like this— even though, you two were literally in the middle of the lake together. in a boat and you still needed to get back to the church so you can rescue the president ‘s daughter from the church and get this rescue mission done and over with so you can go back to your house / apartment and rest up til they decide to call you back for your next dangerous mission that’ll probably last days, weeks or even months— depending on how dangerous it is . leon rubbed his temples before getting up slightly and moving his hands unknowingly to the sides of your body with his free hand as to prop himself up before he went back to sitting down and steering the motor boat and try to find the key for the church gate—

“ uhhh.. leon? “

hearing your voice seemed to snap him out of his thoughts as he looked down at you, only to see that you were staring up at him but leon just stared right back at you as he eyed you up and down with his same furrowed eyebrow look— something was screaming at him to get off of you and apologize but.. there was another part of him that was telling him to have your gentle touch on his body again because he will never tell you but he was craving your touch again . leon just ignored your question and he just stared at you with his icy blue eyes, staring into your orbs as he made his eyes half lidded .

“ uhhh.. sorry for this suddenly.. there’s not really much space on the boat . “ he tried his best to play it off because he didn’t want to tell her the real reason as to why he’s on top of her .

you eyed him up and down while he was on top of you because you didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not but you tilted your head up and you instantly knew what was going on . there was differently more space but it was slightly limited because of the two wooden seats in the back and in the front but you averted your gaze back onto the dirty blonde haired man— you performed a smug expression written across her features . “ not enough space.. huh? “ she tilted his chin up to make him quit staring at her and avert his attention to how big the boat really was . leon subtly leaned into the touch of her fingers caressing his chin but he quickly snapped out of it as much as he could but he remained on top of you before looking around to see at how much room there was on the boat that was remaining still atop the body of water .

after removing her fingers from his chin, he flickered his blue orbs down to look at you for a quick moment before narrowing his eyes. “ do it again. “ he gruffly asked and you quirked an confused eyebrow but you realize what he meant and she brought her palm back up to his chin and gently caressed it , thumb brushing over his chin and she saw the slow close of his eyes , he leaned into her touch . if this man was a cat , he’d definitely be purring right now because of her soft and gentle touches that he was eating up so graciously and he eventually lowered himself down onto her body, getting in between your legs and stuffing his face into the crevice of her neck, smelling the subtle notes of your perfume and he wrapped his arms around your upper body . remaining stiff for a quick moment but she eventually wrapped her arms around his neck and back, drawing circles and other unknown shapes and words into the shirt of his back .

after realizing a few moments of a welcoming but subtly eerie silence have passed, you’ve come to realize that there was a small feeling of lips on the crook of your neck. you look at leon from the corners of your eyes and stare at him for a moment as he continues to pepper soft and gentle kisses to the flesh of your neck . since you two didn’t really have much of a label— it was just strictly colleagues who work for the same department . but in leon’s eyes, he saw you as someone who he thought he would possibly settle down with and maybe become even more than just “colleagues. “ but maybe as friends? no. way more than friends because you two were already familiar with each other , he knew your name and last name— where you mostly go to your favorite coffee shops because you would talk about them nonstop at how their coffee is .

peppering subtle kisses to the flesh of your neck, eventually leaning in closer to grab at your hand and cup his cheek while doing so , she stroked his cheek with her thumb and her breath became hitched as he began sucking on a sensitive spot on her neck but something within you clicked. you and leon were out in the middle of the lake . where ganados can see what your doing with binoculars . your cheeks began to flush and you look down at leon— trying to see if you can get him to stop .

“ leon— leon . you should stop because we’re in public.. and out in the middle of a lake where they would see us …“ you breathed out but he looked around from when he pulled away from the crevice of your neck as he looked down at you and he gave a dry but breathy chuckle that sounded like a soft tickle of the throat and he leaned down to your ear .

“ i guess we’re giving them a free show . “

was all he spoke before he returned to the safety of your neck, nuzzling in between your jawline and the crevice of your neck . he continued to leave subtle notes of hickeys and kisses on the skin of your neck, her breath starts to hitch with each soft hickey he created on your neck . you lifted your head up so he can gain more access to your neck , your cheeks had started to become flush because of the kisses and hickeys leon has started to create amongst your neck and placing them precariously in various different spots . remaining with the subtle hitching of your breath , you wrap your arms around him as to make an attempt to pull him closer into the crevice of your neck .

with your attempt, leon did the thing you were making an attempt to have him push further into the crevice of your neck as he kept your legs spread apart with him being in between them . after what seemed like a good few minutes, he pulled away from your neck and caught a glimpse of his work— your neck was covered in hickeys and kisses flushing from the underside of your jawline and down to your collarbone , some hickeys ranging in light shades of red while some of them ranged in a mauve color— heavily sucked . your cheeks remained flushed in color as you turned to look up at him as your eyes looked half lidded . leon gave a dry chuckle and he leaned back down but he stopped in place and kept his icy blue orbs on yours— like asking for consent because he didn’t want to continue unless you gave him consent .

you looked at him and nodded, giving him your consent but then you remembered that you two were still on a boat . within a lake . you shot your self up, almost hitting yourself heads against each other but he managed to pull away quickly before that would’ve happened out of quick instinct— leon quirked an eyebrow as he looked at you as to why you quickly sat up, you looked at him with a slight head tilt .

“ we can’t do it within the middle of the lake— can we at least go somewhere in private ? “ you ask, looking around for the nearest private place as leon followed your gaze to a nearby cave and he thought about it but sighed softly,

“ sure , let’s head over there . “ he spoke gruffly and sat near the engine of the boat .

within one of the wax filled caverns that had the detail as of melting wax and some altars were hidden in small dips within the cave — some villagers were watching over the giant altar itself with torches and pitchforks as to make a futile attempt to find the two agents that were sent to reclaim the president’s daughter before lord saddler infected her with las plagas and sent her back to infect the president and then infect the united states . within a small corner of the cave , subtle smacking noises were heard and noises of suckling were heard but with the sounds of cave noises and occasional noises outside of the cave from the lake and nature surrounding the area— it was blocked off thankfully .

you continued sucking leon ‘s dick and you remained on your knees , regardless of the rocky terrain of the cave but to your aide, there was a soft piece of rock from where you and leon stood that didn’t seem to be within the villager ‘s peripheral vision . as you continued to move your head up and down in a rotation position — leon emitted soft groans and breathy sighs as he watched you through half lidded eyes sucking him and very well , his lips occasionally parted to release soft groans that emitted from his throat as he placed his hands on the wax dripping covered wall , his fingerless gloved covered hands gripped on whatever he managed to grab so he didn’t have to grip on your locks and cause you discomfort and pain .

“ just like that .. your doing such a good job . “ he murmured softly with his gruff tone of voice and looked at you through half lidded eyes as he stared at you from above through his eyelashes . you responded well to praise and continued moving forward and backward before placing your hands on his black cargo pants covered thighs and gripping them slightly as you took him deeper into your throat . her locks were now sticking to her face from how humid the air was getting . your eyebrows knitted together as you proceeded and leon lets out a sharp breath before keeping his gaze on you while you take his dick in your mouth generously .

“ i’m almost there , just keep going a little bit longer . “ he muttered to you and one of his hands that were previously on the wall grasped at the back of your head gently, gripping some of your locks out of instinct because of how close he was getting to cumming down your throat .

feeling his gloved hand grip at your locks on the back of your head gently , you continued to move forward and backwards as your grip on his black cargo pants were starting to tighten . more audible noises of slurping and sucking were becoming evident within the space you two were sharing amongst each other and a thought was screaming at the back of your head, telling you two to be quiet because of potential villagers or ganados drawing in closer to you two so you didn’t want to get caught by them but the thrill of being caught was equally more exciting — even if it was by the plaga infected villagers .

“ i’m getting closer . “ he warned within his gruff voice and with him gripping onto your locks with the back of his hand slightly , he knew that he told himself to not push your head down because that’ll be rude to you but he couldn’t help himself , especially if you were sucking his dick like a champ . leon ‘s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned his head backwards , emitting more breathy moans and groans and making sure to keep the noise down because he didn’t want to catch the attention of wandering villagers nearby . his blonde locks strayed away from his face and tilted his head back , he bit down on his bottom lip before releasing it as he turned his head down to look at you and see how you were holding up while sucking his dick .

after what seemed about a few minutes of endless movements of moving your head forward and backwards along with sucking and slurping noises that were evident within the spot that you two were currently residing in . leon then lets out a sharp but shuttering breath as he brought the back of your head closer to the hilt of his dick and kept you still — feeling the warm feeling of his cum trickle down your throat , your hands grip tighter on his cargo pants . your eyes fluttered shut tightly and with him cumming down your throat made it hard to breathe but only slightly as you had to take heavy intakes of breathing through your nostrils . she eventually pulled off of his dick after slurping his cum down her throat and she swallowed what was left of it as leon began taking heavy breathing with his eyes shut closed but he opened them slightly to peer down at you through his eyelashes while his eyes remained half lidded .

with the deafening silence and the occasional sound of heavy breathing , leon brought you upwards so you can stand upright so you didn’t have the occasional feeling within your knees that you were about to give out because of the rough terrain of the rock , pebbles and cracks within the rocks and the occasional smooth feeling of the wax that was pressed up against your back . you looked at him and you felt him press up against you and he remained silent but you can tell what he was waiting for . all that it took was a simple nod and you brought your hands to your pants and already soaked panties , pooling them at the bottom of your ankles but leon was starting to get slightly impatient . he leaned his head down towards you as some of his dirty blonde locks dangled from the top of his head , the two of you were now touching foreheads and his eyes gazed upon your features but his eyes lingered a bit longer on your lips .

within the back of leon ‘s mind , something was screaming at him to kiss you but he was refraining unless you made the move first because he didn’t want to seem like the guy to be desperate for a kiss . you noticed his lingering gaze upon your lips . your soft and plush lips looked inviting to him but he remained still with his forehead touching against yours . his fingerless gloved hands were brought down to your hips and he used one of his hands and pushed your panties out of the way and he lined up his dick to your dripping pussy . you take a sharp breath as he just grinded up against your clit . he continued the teasing and the occasional grinding up against your clit , feeling the wetness emanating from your pussy .

with your breath hitching subtly , your cheeks began to flush more and you flutter your eyes closed , not explicitly saying it or admitting it but you were starting to get impatient with how much he’s been teasing you for what seemed like an antagonizing amount of time which felt like an eternity of endless faux thrusting to your pussy but leon ‘s cheeks began to flush slightly without turning into any color but he kept his head tilted down towards you, his forehead leaning against your own as his dirty blonde locks began to intertwine with yours and he eventually gave up on the teasing and he lined himself up and slowly inserted himself into your dripping pussy . with the slow but swift movement — with leon letting out a breathy groan as his eyes fluttered shut at the warm and comforting feeling of your pussy, you let out a shaky moan but that was quickly covered by leon ‘s fingerless gloved palm because he could’ve sworn he heard a noise and unfortunately for the two of you, he was right as he heard footsteps directly above . silently cursing at his but an idea popped into his head as he grabbed your hips while he was still inside of you and he turned to look at you .

“ jump . “ he asked you and you reopened your eyes to look at him through your half lidded eyes and obliged , jumping and he swiftly caught you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your back flush against the wax dripped hole that the two of you were in as he kept his hands holding up underneath your thighs and to provide additional strength , he saw a makeshift seat and he placed you down on the seat but just to be making sure that you didn’t slip off , he kept his hands wrapped underneath your thighs and he looked at you through his dirty blonde locks .

“ remember to be quiet , we don’t wanna get caught . “ he muttered before leaning his head into the crevice of your hickey covered neck and to your shoulder blade as to silence his groans and moans so none of the torch welding of pitchfork holding villagers would come in and try and kill them while they were like this . you let out a shaky breath but you kept your arms around leon and waited for him to move and get fully adjusted to his size since he was buried to the hilt inside of you . after feeling comfortable, you nodded while remaining your eyes closed but once leon saw your nod, he began to move forward and backwards in a rotating movement . leon silencing his soft and breathy groans to the crevice of your neck and you remained with your eyes but closed but you reopened them but only half way til they were half lidded and you kept one of your hands over your mouth to make sure as an added step into not getting caught by ganados .

with each movement he made inside of you, you released a shaky and breathy moan into the palm of your hand , making sure to keep your legs wrapped around his waist tightly but not too tight to the point it’ll cause him discomfort . leon kept moving in and out and making sure to hold you firmly in place and the soft subtle noises of skin slapping was evident within the hole you two were residing in for now . leon continued thrusting inside of you while his hot breath was emanating from his nostrils and gently caressing the skin of your neck . you shiver at the contact but you kept the palm of your hand around your mouth to keep your moans and whimpers at bay so the wandering villagers nearby .

leon ‘s breath started to become more hoarse and he started to make his thrusts more quicker , making sure to keep his fingerless gloved hands around your thighs and waist so you didn’t slip off of the makeshift wax seat you were currently sitting on to keep you dormant for now . his thrusts continued to get quicker as skin slapping against skin was starting to become slightly louder in between you two and the hole you two were currently in , his heavy balls smacking against your inner thighs from how quick his thrusts were becoming but what caught you two off guard was a sudden loud rumble of footsteps and voices— all shouting and chanting words and leon quickly halted his thrusts and wrapped a hand around your already covered mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, remaining silent while staring up at the ceiling of the hole you two were in as you two heard a plethora of footsteps stepping from above the both of you as you avert your gaze to the ceiling of the hole you two were in until an idea popped in your head and you held a mischievous expression across your features .

while you were about to act upon your idea, leon was more focused about not getting caught by the villagers even though he started it out in the middle of the lake . you pulled leon ‘s hand away from your mouth and you brought yourself away from him , his dick slowly leaving your pussy with a soft and wet pop! you were missing the feeling of being full but leon looked at you with a furrowed but raised eyebrow look as he watched her push him onto the wax makeshift seat, he lets out a soft grunt but his mouth was instinctively covered by yours as you crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs with yours own as he brought his hands to your ass and he looked up at you with a his signature curious look that was mixed in with his all time knitted eyebrow look but his eyes remained half lidded . you lowered yourself down back into him, you let out a shaky breath and you let yourself get comfy as you slide your combat boots underneath his thighs . she gripped his shoulders to gain more stability as you began moving up and down . your breath was becoming shaky with each movement and your eyes closed as you continued bouncing on his dick, his hands still gripping your ass as to make sure you don’t accidentally fall off . the chanting whispering and the amount of footsteps were still above you two but you decided to be risky .

you continued to riding on his dick, you leaned your head into the crevice of his neck to silent your moans and whimpers . leon continued releasing huffed grunts and silent groans as you continued bouncing on his dick while ganados were up above . evident sounds of skin making soft sounds of smacking against skin were slowly starting to become noticeable in between the two of you as you kept fairly quiet as to make sure that ganados doesn’t hear you two from down below . you continue to let out soft but quiet moans as you continue riding him . you would eventually want to go more quicker than your pace now but leon already had beaten you to it .

leon , with keeping up with his thrusts, he continued to thrust upright and his fingerless gloved hands on your ass . you continue with riding him as you toss your head back with your hands still upon his shoulder blades, you continue releasing out some soft whimpers and low moans as you remain to stay quiet but leon on the other hand— he had other plans, his thrusts went more rougher and quicker and his breathing was starting to grow more intense and heavier . leon removed one of his hands and grabbed your locks tightly, pulling your hair back as his thrusts began to get more rougher and quicker and you accidentally let out a loud moan before covering your mouth instantly , eyes widening and leon ‘s hips stilled for a moment and his icy blue orbs turned to look up at you through his eyelashes but he held his signature half smile and he continued his thrusts— rough and more quicker than the last .

your hand was covered over your mouth to contain your moans and you lean your head forward to lay your forehead against the crevice of his neck as to better hide your moans there as you hear the footsteps up above you two still for a second before walking away as they search for the mysterious noise that was heard randomly out loud . with ganados out of the way , leon ‘s thrusts grew more sloppier and desperate as he began huffing and his grip on your ass and hair tightened .

“ i’m close . “ he warned with a gruff tone of voice and he tried to pull you off of his dick so he didn’t accidentally release inside of you but you kept firm on his lap, staring down at him and you held a soft mischievous but pleading look . “ you can release inside— i’m on the pill . “ she murmured out softly and in a hushed tone just in case if any wandering villagers happened to be nearby with their pitchforks and dynamite . leon closed his eyes for a moment and looked back up at you for a moment before returning his rough and rapid thrusts— them eventually growing sloppier as his breath began to hitch and he released your hair and snaked his forearms around your waist as to hold you tightly. he began thrusting upwards into you rather quickly and his heavy balls were smacking against your ass . you continue to let out loud moans into the palm of your hand , so you didn’t attract any villagers near where you two were located . her head was tossed back and your hands lay splayed across his tee shirt clad chest . with his thrusts getting more sloppier , more desperate and erratic . leon kept his forearms wrapped around your waist in a bear hug like fashion and he snapped his hips upwards into you and he lets out a loud groan while in return , you released a loud moan once his hips snapped up towards you and bringing you to the hilt of his dick, feeling something warm slowly oozing into your pussy as you leaned against leon ‘s shoulder and your lower body twitched and shook slightly as you two remained within the pose as you two tried to catch your breaths .

remaining your head leaning against his shoulder blade , her chest began rising up and down slowly as to regain some of the energy back that you two depleted together . leon ‘s chest was rising up and down against hers while to take a moment to catch a breather after the intimacy that happened between you and leon . he brought up a gloved hand to your chin and gently caressed it before tilting it to make you look at him as he leaned and pressed his lips against yours . her eyes widened slightly because she wasn’t expecting to be receiving a kiss from him but you ended up returning the kiss . her eyes fluttered closed as you brought your hands and cupped his cheeks and caressed his cheeks gently with your thumbs , leaning in to the kiss slightly before pulling away slowly and earning a soft smack , staring at him through half lidded eyes as he slowly chased after your lips and encased them with his own softly . obliging with his request , you leaned back into the kiss and did your same ministrations ; cupping his cheeks and caressing them in the palms of your hands and your thumbs .

after pulling away, there was a soft smack that was evident and the pair stared at each other for a few moments and she began smiling a dopey smile , they basked in the afterglow of sex that they’ve just now finished , “ never would’ve thought you’d see me like this , leon . ” she quipped slightly , her eyebrow quirked upright to make her expression more smug but leon gave his signature pissed off look but he closed his eyes within the process before giving a dry chuckle and a half lopsided smile as some of his dirty blonde bangs came across his forehead and you reached up and brushed them out of his eyes before he reopened his eyes . “ i didn’t hear you complain . ” it was his turn to quip and he leaned back in for another kiss before you denied him of that by pushing his face away gently and you gave a snicker , “ okay there lover boy , we got a mission to finish and the presidents daughter to rescue . ” you speak in a quipped matter of fact like tone .

leon emits a dry single chuckle before lifting her off of him and tucked his now soft dick back into the confines of his black boxers and cargo pants . you pull up your panties and cargo pants and clicked back your utility belt holding your handgun holster and knife sheath on the side of your hip and hearing the similar click of the utility belt around the hip , you turn your head to look at leon before reaching up and brushing his hair to make it more neater , doing the same to your hair , you brought yourself back into the mission mindset and exited the hole with leon , following in suite .

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How do you think ASGZ and the Turks+ Rufus would dress if they were ordinary people living in the real world? (My personal guilty pleasure head cannon is Sephiroth loving leather jackets and V-necks… imagine him in all black, leather jacket, dog tag, some bracelets, black jeans and combat boots… ahem sorry it’s late at night and my thoughts are going weird places)

Sephiroth's go-to outfit: All-black and minimalist is his go-to style, so he does like leather jackets, long coats, and black pants. He wears v-necks sometimes, but prefers button-ups so he can alter how constrictive his shirt is (not the case when he's at home because this man lives for comfortable clothes).

Angeal: I told you this event required you to wear a shirt.

Sephiroth, wearing a button-up that's only fastened at the bottom last button, leaving his whole chest exposed: What's wrong with my shirt?

Angeal: WHAT SHIRT?

Genesis' go-to outfit: Red leather jacket (he has so many of them), a button up/turtle kneck, and knee-high boots. All designer. He accessorizes with jewelry (all gold) such as necklaces, bangles and tons of rings.

Angeal's go-to outfit: sleeveless tee, jeans, boots, and a flannel he either commits to wearing or ties around his waist. All thrifted. Bonus points if the top is DIY'd or tie dye. He's a compulsive tie dyer.

*Zack leaves one of his white shirts out and walks away*

Angeal: Hm.

*Zack comes back and his shirt is tie dye*

Zack, alarmed: MAGIC

Zack's go-to outfit: A fitted tee, baggy pants, fingerless gloves and combat boots. He wears his dog tag as an accessory and hates jackets unless he can roll the sleeves really high.

Zack: I'm ready to go!

Angeal: You cannot wear that shirt out. Go change.

Zack, wearing a shirt that reads "DYSLEXIC WITH TICE NITS": Man, why you gotta be so judgemental?

Sephiroth, still wearing his chest out: Genesis claims he is allergic to good taste.

Angeal: I'm leaving you two at home.

Rufus' go-to outfit: It's a designer suit or nothing; preferably white and pristine, preferably custom-made. He's also likes to wear a kimono and hakama sometimes.

Reno's go-to outfit: A leather jacket, gloves, a button up that's either red or white, gold chain, and jeans, and combat boots.

Rude's go-to outfit: A leather jacket (him and Reno are matching), gloves, wearing all black, usually a button up since he's not a fan of t-shirts, and dress shoes. He likes to accessorize with chains.

Tseng's go-to outfit: No one has ever seen Tseng wear anything other than a suit. Work? suit. Party? suit. Beach? suit. Reno nearly died on the spot the day he and Rude ran into Tseng at the local coffee shop and he was wearing a t-shirt beneath his blazer, no tie, and a silver chain.

Reno: WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH TSENG? Tseng: Why are you and rude wearing matching couple's t-shirts?

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The Batfamily’s Christmas List Tradition (and how Tim gets lost in it)

The Batfamily has a long-standing Christmas tradition: the List. With so many members in the family, it’s a necessity. Everyone writes down what they want (within reason, of course), and the list serves as the ultimate gift guide. It’s efficient, especially for such a big family, and it ensures no one ends up with seven pairs of socks or the same gadget twice.

Tim takes the list seriously. It’s his chance to ask for the small, thoughtful things he wouldn’t usually splurge on for himself. Things like:

New makeup brushes. His old ones are worn out and falling apart, and it’s not until he’s on a mission that requires cross-dressing that he realizes just how bad they’ve gotten. Having a new, high-quality set would make everything feel a little smoother—and maybe even a little fun.

Cozy hoodies. Between Wayne Enterprises business casual and his Robin gear, Tim rarely gets the chance to wear something soft and comforting. His favorite hoodies are all fraying at the edges, with loose threads on the pockets and fabric that’s stretched too thin. A fresh one would feel like a luxury.

A new game console. Tim is rarely ever not working, but on those rare days off, he realizes he doesn't have much to entertain him that's not work related, that doesn't require him to leave his nest. Plus, it’s a great way to connect with his siblings during low-stakes, playful nights.

Nice coffee cups or tumblers. His caffeine habits are legendary, but the chipped and mismatched mugs he uses don’t exactly scream "Tim Drake." A sleek, stylish tumbler or a high-quality ceramic mug would elevate the most important part of his day.

Random indulgences. Books, stationery, weighted blankets, maybe a nice figuring from his favorite movie, a cool gadget he wouldn’t think to buy himself—little things that spark joy and make him feel cared for, anything he knows his own parents would have never bought for him to help heal his inner child. He's never had the luxury of writing such lists before becoming a Wayne.

Tim doesn’t just take the list seriously for himself; he makes sure to go the extra mile for his family, too. He’s always had a knack for gift-giving, and he loves curating the perfect presents for his siblings. For Dick, it might be a rare vinyl of his favorite band. For Jason, an antique first-edition book he’d mentioned once in passing. For Damian, something handmade and unique, like a custom leather-bound sketchbook or a rare art supply. Tim remembers the little things—the throwaway comments, the subtle preferences—and builds his gifts around them, ensuring every box under the tree feels deeply personal.

But Christmas rolls around… and none of the thought Tim puts into his gifts is reflected in what he receives.

Instead, he gets tech. More tech. External hard drives, cables, chargers—things he already has backups for because, well, he’s Tim. He doesn’t need more, and he didn’t ask for more.

And the worst part? It’s not that they’re bad gifts. It’s that the family assumes they know him so well that they don’t even look at his list.

“Tim’s the tech guy,” they think. “Of course he’d want more tech.”

But he doesn’t.

He’s grateful, of course—Tim is always grateful—but there’s a hollowness that creeps in every year when he unwraps another stack of USB drives and ethernet cables. It’s not about the gifts themselves. It’s about the realization that the people he loves, the people who should know him best, don’t see him the way he wants to be seen.

In a way, it feels painfully familiar. Janet had always made sure his presents as a child reflected her vision for him, not what he actually wanted. New tailored suits instead of the hoodies or tees he longed for. Sleek, professional office stationery to replace his Robin-themed pens and notebooks. Vintage collectibles meant to sit on a shelf, collecting dust, instead of toys he could actually play with. The gifts always came with a message: who he should be, not who he was. And now, even with the bats, the gifts still feel like expectations—like they see him as "the tech guy" rather than Tim, with all his quiet wants and overlooked needs.

So, Tim starts dreading Christmas. Not because he doesn’t love his family or the season, but because it reminds him of how little they seem to notice the little things about him.

And maybe one year, he stops adding personal things to the list altogether. Maybe he starts asking for tech, just to avoid the disappointment.

But deep down, he wishes someone—anyone—would surprise him with a new hoodie, a weighted blanket, or a set of makeup brushes. Something that says, “I see you, Tim. I really see you.”

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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #35)

Chapter #35. SURPRISE!!!🎄 🎁 Merry Christmas! 🎁🎄 I couldn't leave us on that big of a cliffhanger! Not on Christmas! Anyway, here is a little holiday gift from me to you. I want to sincerely thank everyone in this community who takes the time to read this story. I am so grateful for each and every one of you! Where is Natalie taking Alexander? Is he going to love it or hate it? It's usually 50/50 with him.

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CW: Physical intimacy. SO much physical intimacy.

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #35: La Petite Aiguille

[Alexander’s POV]

Rows upon rows of bolts of fabric in every color, shade and pattern I could fathom, lined the walls. Custom racks accommodated spools of thread all arranged in the gradient of the rainbow, while tungsten sconces bathed the room in an orange, electric glow. The solid wood beams of the ceiling gave the room an old-fashioned gravitas, while the smell of polished wood and starched linen ignited my olfactory senses. 

Everything was immaculately organized, each thread having its place. 

There was a break in the floor-to-ceiling shelves on the left, where a maroon curtain separated us from whatever lay on the opposite side. 

On display on the tables in front of us and on the counters of the classical oak desk that served as the register, were mannequins sporting all kinds of clothing, from impressive gowns fit for a runway stage, to elaborate, themed costumes, to, yes, even beautifully crafted suits in every cut. 

But the best part? 

Every single article of clothing on display, from the dresses, to the outfits, the hats and shoes, were perfectly proportioned to my dimensions. This entire, wonderful place accommodated people like me. 

I stared, slack jawed, unable to believe this wasn’t some sort of very realistic dream, when I felt Natalie’s gaze on me, “What do you think? This is supposed to be the best place in all of Massachusetts…” She hummed softly, the fingers of her left hand stroking the outside of the pocket, about level with my chest. 

Unable to tear my eyes away, I swallowed, gripping the fabric to keep from showing her any pathetic emotions, “I—“ 

Before I had a chance to complete, or even begin, that thought, the sharp clink of metal rings sliding across a curtain rod hit my ears, as someone crossed the threshold. 

My heart jumped. Another human. What was this one going to be like? 

My hands itched for something to defend myself with. Whether she could feel my body stiffen, or just guessed by instinct, Natalie gently pressed her fingers over my heart, caressing my forearm with her thumb. I looked up to catch her gaze. Her eyes seemed calm, reassuring. I did my level best to relax. 

As the figure crossed behind the main desk, I endeavored to take in all of her details, reading her for any signs, positive or negative. 

Her hair was cut short, tight pin curls looping and twisting in a gravity defying mop of pure white. Her keen, bright eyes shone beyond the rim of her, golden reading glasses, perched low on her nose. Her vintage jewelry, including an elegant gold watch, sparkled in the light of the lamp beside her. Her outfit was clearly custom made, a beautiful matching vest and skirt in warm earth tones, with white dress sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her hands were lithe, yet possessed a certain air of intentionality with every move she made. She held a leather bound tome under her arm.

“Apologies for the wait, we’re at the peak of our holiday orders at the moment. How can I help you?” She locked eyes with Natalie, seemingly not noticing me quite yet. Her voice was soft and clear as a bell. She set down her book, cracking it open and scribbled something along its many columns and rows. Natalie stepped up to the counter as she spoke. I leaned forward, enjoying the swooping, artistic motions of her calligraphic script as she wrote in incredibly ornate cursive. 

“Oh, hello, there.” She’d stopped writing. I looked up to find her gaze, dulled with age but not without a keen spark, was fixed on me. 

I clenched my jaw as I hardly dared to breathe… I waited for the condescending comment to come next. She leaned down to address me again, “Sir? What can I do for you today?” A smile played about her lips, but it was far from anything like a sneer. It was warm, friendly. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. She was waiting for my reply. She was addressing me directly. I cleared my throat. “I, uh, I believe I’m here to purchase a suit.” I raised my voice to cover the distance, trying to sound like I did this sort of thing all the time. 

“More than just one. He’d like to be fitted today, please.” I whipped over my shoulder to look up at Natalie. Was she serious? When I met her eyes, she nodded and winked at me. 

“So you want the full custom package?” The woman looked at me, I looked to Natalie, Natalie nodded in the affirmative. The human across from us checked her wrist, nodding with an exact precision I couldn’t help but admire, “Perfect timing. I believe I can squeeze you in between our other standing consultations. Right this way.” She motioned for us to follow her into the curtained room. 

We entered the back area and were greeted by two tables with ornate lion’s paw legs. The one on the left was piled with fabric, neatly folded, with tools of the trade including rulers, pushpins, scissors and measuring tape. On the right, the surface of the table was bare, save a series of pristine white boxes, each sitting side by side, along its center. I wondered what those were. 

Instead, we curved toward the left. I supposed I’d just have to wait to find out more. 

We came to a stop in front of the table with its neatly organized tools. I was beginning to deeply appreciate the pristine organization of this place. It was far more comforting than Natalie’s rat’s nest approach to every inch of her living space, though I'd managed to train her out of her most egregious lifestyle habits. 

I was torn from my musing when fingers descended all around me, the pad of Natalie’s thumb resting over my chest while two fingers hooked under my arms as she applied light pressure.

I met her eyes to see her arched brow, as she sought permission to pick me up and set me down. With a curt nod from me, she lifted me up and out, placing me on my own two feet in the center of the table. As she fished for my crutch, the other woman approached the table, setting a clipboard and red ink pen down on the surface beside me. 

She adjusted her glasses as she pulled the chain to a lamp behind me, bathing my surroundings in a soft glow. I couldn’t help but notice the way my jaw involuntarily clenched and I held my breath as her arm loomed overhead. 

I realized with a sharp pang the indignity that was about to commence. 

Natalie was finally granting me the opportunity to dress like the gentleman I was, a wonderful thing indeed, but… no tailored suit, big or small, was possible without acquiring that gentleman’s measurements. 

I felt a twist in my stomach, as I pictured being pinched, grabbed, and puppeted about like a doll, as string was cinched too tightly around my arm or leg to quantify the size of limbs. This strange woman’s hands who I’d admired from a distance for their precision and poise, now intimidated me in the lamplight, seeming too aged, bony and frighteningly precise in their movements to be anything but painful when they seized me. 

The liver spots that dotted her arm, the thin and almost papery nature of her skin that displayed the blue veins snaking beneath and the pronounced knuckles on her arthritic, littlest fingers all reminded me of a particular set of hands I’d fought very hard to forget. 

“… Alexander?” The present circumstance came back into crystal clear focus at the sound of my name from Natalie’s lips. I blinked hard and looked up at where the sound had come from. Her finger and thumb held my crutch between them, as she bent at the waist to address me, her brow slightly furrowed with worry, she gently brushed my arm with the side of her curled fingers, nudging me back into reality, “… Here you go.” She offered me my walking aide, and I cleared my throat, taking it from her while staring at the floor. 

“Ah, is that your name? I don’t think we got properly introduced.” This time it was that voice that tinkled like a bell in my ears. I’d admit, it had a pleasant ring, despite my trepidations, “Hello, Alexander, I’m Marianne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She offered a finger to shake. I admit, I was taken aback. Why was she so courteous? She was smiling at me. 

It put me on edge. 

When was she going to burst into laughter? Was it when I gave in to her invitation to shake, like equals, only for her to pull her hand away? Or would it be the moment I turned over my shoulder where she’d take the opportunity to snatch me up by the collar? I refused to believe this wasn’t an act. 

She was still offering her finger. 

I was taking too long, if I waited much more I’d be questioned. 

I took a few steps forward and stiffly shook the pad of her finger with my hand. Immediately retreating the few steps back when it was over. Good. No funny business. Not yet. I decided as long as she continued this charade of being polite, I’d do the same. An eye for an eye and all that. 

“Well, we’re delighted to have you here. And what’s your name, young lady?” Natalie introduced herself and shook hands with the older woman with a warmth I found reassuring. “Welcome to La Petite Aiguille.” I suppose she thought that name was terribly clever. How gouche. Of course, she probably assumed I couldn’t understand French, which would be a false assumption.

 I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, as she addressed us again, “May I interest either of you in any refreshments?” She had my attention, now, as she acquainted us with our options. I ordered herbal tea, Natalie chose coffee. The woman, Marianne, excused herself to prepare them both. 

After the clack of the woman’s shoes on the hardwood faded, Natalie leaned down, resting her chin on her forearm, setting down her free hand close to where I stood, “So? Whaddya think?” Her eyes gleamed. Always so excitable, wasn’t she? 

“It…” I felt heat rise in my face. I mustn’t come across like some giddy child let loose in a toy store, “It seems like a professional and respectable establishment.” 

Her face fell, she was clearly hoping for more enthusiasm from me, but I was far too embarrassed to show her just how excited I was. Before she could form a response, Marianne returned with a tray, including a steaming mug of coffee I could’ve taken a dip in if I so chose, as well as a teapot, mug and saucer balanced on an embossed tray, all sized to me. But that was not all. In hand, she also clutched a proportional end table and chair which she gingerly placed beside me. I served myself the tea as she continued.

“As you can see we specialize in custom clothing for those of nimbler proportions than our own.” Nimbler, eh? I quite liked that. “So what’re we getting outfitted for today? A holiday party? Gala? Wedding?” Me? At a human wedding? I nearly spit a mouthful of tea back into the cup. 

“No, nothing like that.” Natalie swooped in to save the conversation, “He just likes to be sharply dressed. Personally, I love lounging at home in sweats and a t-shirt but this one wants cufflinks and starched collars.” Her index finger brushed the toe of my shoe, “He’s suffered for way too long in casual clothes. Now that he’s more healed up, he deserves to dress to the nines every day if he wants to.” She winked at me. My heart knocked at my ribs. Stupid, impressionable, laughable idiot! Just drink your tea and stop with the flushed face already! I swallowed everything in the cup in one go. 

“A true mondain, I see. Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place. Let’s see what we can do.” What was this woman’s deal with sprinkling French into every other sentence? Was she trying to show off? She grabbed her pen and started to jot things down on the form before her. 

I poured myself another cup of tea, and directed my words to the ceramic vessel, “Vous pensez que vous êtes si intelligent, n'est-ce pas? Je peux aussi parler français, tu sais.” The woman, I supposed I could start thinking of her by her name, Marianne, never paused in her writing. The line came and went without her understanding. I pursed my lips and couldn’t help the smug smirk that crossed my face. It seemed she didn’t know the language nearly as well as she’d put on. I continued to revel in my superiority, until I heard the human to my right clearing her throat theatrically. 

I looked up to see Natalie’s eyebrows raised as she scowled at me disapprovingly. “Be nice!” She mouthed. I opened my hands and shrugged as if to say “What?”. She didn’t get a chance to retaliate, however, as Marianne raised her eyes from the page and addressed us. 

“Now, first thing’s first, we’ll need your measurements.” Damn. I came down from my temporary high and felt my heart in my throat again. 

Evidently I wasn’t as skilled at masking my feelings on the matter as I’d thought, because she reassured me while preparing her tools, “Not to worry, Alexander, there will be no rough treatment here. I’ll be as gentle with you as Natalie would.” I snuck a glance up at the woman she’d mentioned, only to find, much to my embarrassment, that she was already looking me over. 

We both instantly turned our attention back to our drinks.

Marianne carried on unperturbed. I was beginning to wonder if this woman was one of the least observant people on the planet, or if she was just exceedingly polite. She scribbled things on her paper, before organizing her rulers and measuring tapes before her. She addressed me as she prepped, “So, you’re fond of gentleman’s wear, hm? Not many young men care about keeping up appearances anymore. I’m glad you’re an exception to the rule. My Henri was fond of his pinstripes and pocket squares. A perfect pairing for a seamstress, you can imagine!” Her eyes sparkled with memories long past. 

“I… I’m sorry for your loss…”  Natalie’s voice was kind and genuine. 

“Oh, that’s alright, honey. We had many wonderful years together.” She turned to me, “I think he would’ve quite liked you, Alexander.” 

Me? I couldn’t imagine how much I and an older human man could possibly have in common, besides our manner of dress. And in any case, this woman had only just met me, how could she possibly make such a rapid assessment?

I nodded politely in agreement anyway, hoping to move past this rather somber moment and return to the exciting part of getting me into a beautiful suit. 

Of course, Natalie couldn’t help but ask follow up questions. Annoying, the way humans always politely placated each other with niceties and small talk, “Did he help you run this place?” 

Marianne cracked a smile, “Oh, yes! The whole thing was his idea. Down to the name. I was perfectly happy to stitch away on my little creations at home, but he encouraged me to share my skills with others. He was always the gregarious one…” you don’t seem to have any problem talking at length, as far as I can see. “… and much better at putting our clients at ease, though, I try my very best. I know the constant invasion of personal space can be unwelcome.” 

Finally someone acknowledges this well-known truth! 

“Now, Mr. Alexander, if you’ll take a few steps forward, I’ll get your height to start.”

The flattery of being addressed so formally was quickly counteracted by an unwelcome reality that the aforementioned invasion of personal space was about to begin. 

I looked about myself to set down the cup in my hand. The side table was just out of reach from where I stood. I shifted my weight, about to turn over my shoulder to cross closer to the surface when a finger brushed the length of my forearm, warm and soft. I stopped in my tracks and looked up. 

Natalie was offering to take the cup from me. Her lips curled into a soft smile as my gaze locked with hers, “Don’t worry, I won’t accidentally drop this one. I promise.” She winked. 

I couldn’t help but crack a smile, and shake my head before balancing the cup on the pad of her index finger. She pinched it between finger and thumb and carried it to its proper place for me. 

***** 

As Alexander stepped forward, away from the tiny furniture, the experienced hands of the craftswoman carefully slid a polished wooden ruler behind his back. I found myself balancing my chin over my crossed arms to get a closer look at what the measurement tool showed. 

He stood very still, his posture perfect, and his chest puffed. I could tell he was stretching his spine to stand as tall as he possibly could. As I squinted to discern the tiny lines that Alexander could easily trace with his fingers, I saw his exact height for the first time. 

Five and half inches, exactly. 

My heart melted. 

As the ruler was removed, I searched his face for signs of unease. I wouldn’t blame him for being nervous. He was already grumpy enough being handled by me, I knew having a stranger’s hands all over him wouldn’t exactly be a walk in the park. 

“You okay?” I mouthed, unable to resist brushing the toe of his shoe with a fingertip. He nodded, sucking in a sharp breath. I could see he was steeling himself. 

I trusted Marianne, she seemed extremely kind and respectful. Still, her fingers, though aged and thin, were each over half the length of his entire little body. 

She prepared a length of bright crimson thread, tying it off in a knot in one graceful pull. 

“First, I’ll ask you to let your arms rest at your sides…” he shuffled his weight, unsure what to do with the crutch in his hand. 

“You okay to stand without it for a few? I can hold it for you.” I offered. He nodded, clearly disinterested in needing any help, but having no choice. 

“…And then I’m going to measure the width of your shoulders, will you turn to face Natalie?” I liked that she walked him through every single step she was taking. I could see he was starting to relax a bit as he shuffled his feet to face me. Marianne used the bit of string to measure along his shoulder blades, from point to point. The scribble of her pen on paper and the hum of the heater somewhere behind us, were the only sounds in the room. 

Until…

Thunk, thunk, thunk. 

I think I jumped more than he did. Someone was knocking on what I assumed must’ve been the back door of the shop. 

Marianne had a different reaction, “Oh!” She dropped the thread and checked her watch, “They’re early! I apologize, someone is here to drop off a bulk order. You’ll have to excuse me. This is the trouble of running things all by myself!” She looked flustered and embarrassed for having to pause, “I should only be a minute!” 

She stepped through the curtain and after a few moments I could hear the sounds of a door opening and the low rumble of male voices mixing with hers. The activity faded into the background as I took in the little life before me. 

“You wanna sit down? Rest your leg?” 

“I’m fine, thank you.” I wasn’t convinced but it didn’t seem worth it to argue over. I found myself reaching for the bit of string that had served as his measuring tape. Threading it in and out from between my fingers. 

That’s when we heard Marianne’s voice cut through, far more flustered than we’d heard before, “No! No, this is all wrong. You have half of my satin and georgette mixed in with someone else’s bolts of polyester! How difficult is it to keep your orders straight?” I could hear the clack of her shoes on hardwood growing louder as she suddenly thrust aside the curtain, “I’m so sorry for this little hiccup. I’ll just be a bit longer… Oh—“  

Her eyes cast down to the crimson thread pinched between my finger and thumb. “Were you measuring him yourself?” 

Alexander and I both exchanged flustered glances before I tried my best to respond, “Well, I—“ 

I heard the low voices of men and the shuffling of heavy feet beyond the curtain. As Marianne checked over her shoulder, her eyes widened, “Be careful with that! You almost knocked it over!” Her head of curly white hair, popped back in to address us, “No, no. Please. Go ahead! It’ll save us time! You’ll have to excuse me!” She gestured at the thread between my fingers before dashing off, footsteps fading even as I could hear her shout in exasperation about some other mishap those workers were creating in her shop. 

And suddenly it was just he and I. 

He cleared his throat, pulling at his collar. 

“So…” I finally mumbled, breaking the silence. His blue eyes met mine when I spoke. My face felt warm. 

“So.” He shifted his weight, his face splashed with pink, while he craned his neck to stare up at me. 

“I guess, I’m gonna— I mean, if you’re okay with… me??”

He thrust his hands in his pockets, nodding his head, while his blonde bangs hung in his eyes, “Right, no. I mean. We must… Musn’t we? For the sake of-of the time. Like she said.” 

“Yeah. Totally. Uh. Okay. So…” I twirled the piece of thread around my finger, while I glanced at the sheet of paper, “It looks like I’m supposed to measure your chest next…” My hands inched toward him. I could feel my pulse in the tip of every finger, I had to concentrate to keep them steady. Alexander watched my encroaching hands like a hawk, his spine stiff, his lips taught.

“Wait!” He threw up his own little palm. I stopped, confused. His brow furrowed as he addressed me, “You’re practically towering over me, standing like that. Do you know how exhausting it is to practically break my neck just to be able to address you? Go find a chair.” I raised my brows, he rolled his eyes, “Please.” 

I pulled it up before the table and sat down, “There, better?” I was so much closer to eye level with him now, and yet, he still seemed so far away, standing in the shadow I cast. 

He won’t seem so far once I’m physically touching him. I felt a thrill rush through me at the thought. 

I took the knotted end and gently held it against his sternum. He rocked back on his heel from the pressure, nevertheless. His little heart was pounding against his ribs. I melted again. 

After a moment, “Ahem, Natalie?” I was frozen in place, just mesmerized by the thrumming of life beneath my fingers.

“Right, right! Sorry!” I shook my head. “Okay hold that for me, please…” his lithe little fingers took over for my gigantic one, as I wrapped the string around his chest and arms. I pinched the string where it met the knotted end and pulled it away from his body. Finally, I laid it flat to the tape measure before jotting down the number. We proceeded to do this with the length of his arms, the circumference of his tiny little wrists, even his neck, which I tried to be painstakingly delicate with. 

With his chin thrust in the air, I could feel him gazing up at me as he held the knot against the hollow of his throat. He opened his mouth to speak and I bit the inside of my lip, worried he might snap at me out of discomfort, but instead he spoke so softly it was almost too quiet to hear, “You’re not too bad at this, Ms. Marquez…” 

As he spoke, I could feel the tiny vibrations in his neck as I very delicately brought the string around. What a mesmerizing feeling. I swelled with pride, “Oh really? Approval from the Little Nightmare? Not a single criticism yet? It’s my lucky day. What’d I do to deserve this?”

“Don’t let it go to your head… it’s big enough as it is!” 

“Hey! Rude!” I released the string, pretending to be offended. To my delight, his little face broke out into that lovely crooked smile I adored so much. 

“You’re awfully pleased with yourself, aren’t ya?” 

“As I ought to be! It was a shining example of my cracking wit, and you ought to be more impressed.” 

“You ready for the next part, Mr. Chuckles?” 

“Oh! Come on!” He wrinkled his nose in disgust, “That was terrible. Was that the best you could come up with? I’ll take Xandy over that, any day!” 

“What’s that? I can call you Xandy now??” 

“No!!! No that’s not what I said! Don’t you dare– Hey! What’re you doing?!”

**********

As I spoke, her fingers and thumbs rushed up from behind and landed on either side of my waist. The warmth was intoxicating, her grip all encompassing, and intimate. My face flushed with color and heat. 

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s the next thing on the list!” She was defensive. I twisted and squirmed feeling the tension in the thread as it rested at the small of my back. 

She had to be playing coy with me! Couldn’t she see how flustered she was making me? It’d been hard enough to keep my composure when she rested her fingertip over my heart, or gently guided my arms where she wanted them, or leaned down so close while she regarded me with such care and gentleness that her fingertips left electrical pulses where they brushed against my skin. But now this? 

I was finding it hard to breathe. 

“You could at least warn a man before you trap him in your colossal grip! Have you learned nothing?” 

“I’m not– Look, we don’t have to do this. Especially if you’re gonna get all pissy about it.” She looked crestfallen. That soft warmth dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared when she pulled her hands away, the thread dragging limply along the table’s surface, pinched between her finger and thumb. 

No, no, no! This isn’t what I wanted at all. Couldn’t she see I was addicted to it now? That warmth, that soft touch? This was all her fault.  

“Wait!” I stepped forward, snatching up the opposite end of the thread before it snaked away from my reach. She looked at me with curiosity, waiting to see what I’d do next, “If you’re going to hold me by the waist, have the courtesy to let me participate.”  Her golden green irises dilated as her mouth parted slightly. I had her complete attention. 

A tremor ran down the nape of my neck to the curve of my lumbar as I pulled the string toward me. She let this tension in the thread move her hand forward with no resistance. My heart skipped a beat. She was letting me control her.

I guided her fingertips to the soft flesh just above my hipbone, where my obliques flared and rippled as I fought to keep my composure. I transferred the thread to my right hand and fed it behind my back, allowing the tension to hold my weight as I leaned back, feeding it around to my right side. I could count each and every quaking beat of my heart as I held the crimson thread in my fist, offering it to her. She slid the tip of her index along the inside of my forearm, making me suck in a sharp breath, before uncurling my fist and taking the string from me. 

“Now what?” she whispered, two pairs of a finger and thumb resting on either side of my body, waiting for my instruction. 

I’d never felt so big in all my life. 

I guided one set of fingers to rest on my navel.  Could she feel how my breath shook when she touched me? 

I grounded myself and brought the other side to meet, letting the string cross itself at the proper place. She pinched the spot with her thumbnail and slowly, gently, retreated to measure and write down her findings. 

“Okay, now hips,” She held the length of string in front of me, waiting to be guided once more. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from beaming. 

I performed the same little ritual with her, and this time her fingertips landed over a much more intimate part of myself. I flushed bright, hissing between clenched teeth, “Careful!”

I expected her to scoff at me, but the eyes that met my upward gaze were soft, “I’m only going where you put me. You’re in control.” 

I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly my legs buckled and gave way beneath me. She was quick to act, wrapping a finger around my hips and pinning me between finger and thumb. 

Dear god, what was she doing to me?!

Before I could take another breath, the clattering of human footsteps and the scrape of metal met my ears and made me jump. 

Marianne’s voice cut through our built up tension like a razorblade, as she seemed completely unaware of our situation, “Okay! So sorry about that, you two!” Natalie quickly let go, as I rushed to tidy myself and readjust my crooked clothing. The seamstress rounded the corner of the table and entered my periphery, glancing over the measurement sheet “Looks like you got the vast majority completed. That’s perfect, we’ve got a great place to start.” She clapped her hands with a sharp crack, a smile warming her aged features as she leaned down to address me, “Now, Mister Alexander. What’re we in the market for?” 

My head spun as I tried to engage my brain, lips and tongue again, “W-what am I—? Uh, um…” It was a truly foreign sensation for words to elude me. I shook my head trying to clear my mind, “A, uh, A classical cut is always best, single breasted, three piece, wool, tweed or cotton, with a notch lapel and double vent.” The words flowed with an easy familiarity, and I found it easier to breathe for the first time since she had left Natalie and I to our own devices. 

“You were right,” She addressed the woman before me, “He really knows his stuff!” Natalie nodded vigorously and smiled, as if to say “You have no idea”. 

“Ah— And no pinstripes. I hate pinstripes.” I added in haste. 

“Duly noted! I think I have quite a few pieces you’ll be interested in.” She gathered the paper with my measurements, Natalaie’s chicken scratch contrasting sharply with the older woman’s elegant script. As she crossed the room, opening a cabinet and searching for something, she spoke over her shoulder, “Please, feel free to come to this other table here…” She gestured to the table with those mysterious boxes on them. 

Natalie and I exchanged a glance, before she slid her palm beside me, hooking her thumb beneath my left arm. She gathered me in her hand, her other fingers supporting my weight before she lifted me off the table. 

She crossed with me to the opposite side, her free thumb gently stroking my cheek. It wasn’t all that long ago I would’ve recoiled at such a caress. Now I melted beneath it. 

What has gotten into me?? 

Soon, I was being lowered to my feet, before one of those mystery boxes. I could see now that the front was obscured by a curtain. 

“Go ahead,” Marianne had just placed a polished wooden case of some kind on the table just to my right, as she seemed to register my curiosity. I took a step forward, only to feel a warmth and pressure on my shoulder. I turned to see Natalie offering me my crutch, balanced on a fingertip. I acquiesced and took it, before thrusting the curtain aside. 

I’m not sure what I’d expected but it wasn’t this. 

Beyond the veil of the fabric, and just a small step up, was what I imagined a dressing room to look like. I’d never been in one myself, human-sized or otherwise, but it fit my expectations and then exceeded them. On the wall opposite me was a full length mirror, held in a gilded, golden frame. A beautiful Persian rug softened the faux wooden floor. There were hooks along the wall to hang clothing, as well as a vanity complete with a mirror and chair. Along the walls were framed prints of famous art pieces. I admit, the Lady with an Ermine was the only one I recognized. Everything felt… authentic. Real. Human. Is this what rooms looked like to them all the time? There was a wide variety of plants that looked… were they real? Not just plastic bastardizations of the typical human houseplant? 

I stepped into the ‘room’ and as I marveled, heard a breathy “Wow, fancy…”  from up high. I craned my neck to find that this room, for all its proportional realism, lacked a ceiling, and, therefore, Nat was easily able to peer down, her arms crossed, and smile at me from above. 

But there was one area in the corner, also sectioned off by a curtain, which, when I peered into it, I realized was actually fully enclosed, complete with an electric wall sconce to brighten the space. 

Oh. What a relief. I wouldn’t have to change in front of these two women. I never expected humans to think of these things. This was a nice surprise. 

“Is it suitable to your tastes?” Marianne appeared beyond the edge of the far wall, “My Henri designed every detail. We had such fun putting them together. Oh speaking of… try these on for size…” 

A wrinkled finger and thumb descended into the space, shattering the illusion that I was in anything other than a highly detailed doll house. Pinched between her digits, was a suit jacket, vest, and matching slacks, each hanging on their own seemingly custom wooden hangers. She carefully placed each of these on one of the wall hooks. Her hand disappeared and then returned with another set and another and another. 

I admit, I felt my heart race at just the sight of them. I’d missed the familiar fit of a suit so very much. My grip on the walking aide was becoming clammy as I absentmindedly bounced on the ball of my good foot in anticipation. 

She also laid down a folded under shirt on the vanity (the folds were crisp and tidy. Impressive for fingers that big) and several different collared shirts on the remaining hangers. 

“I’ll work on ties, belts and shoes while you start with these. How’s that sound?” I nodded in agreement, already making a beeline for the undershirt, a white collared dress shirt and the first vest and pair of slacks on the rack before she’d finished speaking. 

I was just about to disappear into the changing room when a finger on my shoulder stopped me. 

My mouth twisted into an instinctive grimace as Natalie halted me. What?? What did she want?? I was moments away from shedding this baggy loungewear for something sophisticated and elegant. What could possibly be so important that she needed to interrupt me at this very moment? 

I turned to face her, only to realize precisely what. Offered up between her fingers was that pair of tweezers. The same ones I’d used to help myself change since I’d blessedly escaped that god awful tie dye shirt. She’d brought them from home for me. 

“Just in case,” she winked at me. Oh. Now, I felt like an ass. 

I breathed out from my nostrils, releasing the tension in my shoulders, “Thank you.” I even briefly patted the side of her finger as a show of appreciation as I took the object from her. I figured she’d like that, what with her love of touching me all the time.

The sudden thought of her touch and heat and softness completely overwhelming me just moments ago on that other table top made my face flush with shame. 

I hurried inside the changing room, where, luckily, no one could see my changed complexion. 

********** 

I drummed my fingers on the table, just dying for him to throw that tiny curtain aside and reveal himself. Marianne flitted about the room, opening drawers, cabinets and boxes, finding just what she was looking for, all while peering over the rim of her glasses with the keen eye of a master at work. 

Soon she had a lineup of tiny accessories displayed on the vanity table for him to peruse. 

I caught her gaze and mouthed “Thank you”, she nodded warmly and winked, before catching something out of the corner of her eye and gesturing for me to look too. 

That little curtain fluttered with movement, and before I knew it, there emerged one tiny socked foot, then another, with a metal and rubber crutch complimenting their rise and fall. 

Then, my heart skipped.

Hello there, Alexander. 

He looked absolutely incredible, and he wasn’t even fully dressed yet. The slacks sported a flattering pleat down the length of his leg, settling perfectly about his waist. The vest fit beautifully, cinched slightly in the back, the white dress shirt contrasted nicely and the sleeves fit him just right. 

I immediately dropped my chin to the surface of the table to get a closer look. 

He emerged with his head ducked as he gracefully threaded the final button on the vest, the royal blue wool lacing through his lithe little fingers. 

Suddenly, two icy blue irises like crystals of frozen flame were trained on me and I had to bite my lip to keep from embarrassing myself. The blue of the suit made his eyes shine even more brightly than before. 

“It looks like a perfect fit. How does it feel?” He craned his neck to listen to the voice looming above him. He adjusted his shoulders, made sure the vest was perfectly centered, and he toyed with his shirt sleeves until they were just right, before he turned to the full length mirror. 

With my head balanced on my hand, I could just make out a sliver of my face reflected in the tiny mirror over his shoulder. 

Seeing his entire body against the backdrop of one small part of mine reminded me of that first day, when I’d forced him into that ugly little doll shirt and held him up to my bathroom vanity admiring our size difference. That truly felt like a lifetime ago.

Marianne passed him a silky rust colored tie, and I watched with flustered amazement how his fingers expertly worked the flimsy material into a pinprick of a complicated knot, even and perfect. I felt like I was glimpsing into a whole other world of his, a past I only faintly understood. 

With each infinitesimal adjustment of his collar, sweep of his hair, and threading of his tie beneath his vest, I felt myself staring slack jawed at this new version of the little man I thought I’d known so well. 

Now for the jacket. She handed it to him, and he spread the lapels to admire the inner lining (a gorgeous, patterned silk with flowers of purple and blue) when his eyes stopped at something sewn into the collar just as the nape of the neck. 

***** 

I stared at the inside of the jacket, almost in disbelief. 

Sewn with expert precision, were a handful of stitches that unmistakably spelled out “For My Henri”. 

I was flabbergasted. 

Marianne had said he was the love of her life, that they’d built this business together, that he’d encouraged her to use her talents to help others, and this man had been… like me? 

“I-I can’t possibly accept this…” I shook my head, thrusting the beautifully crafted garment away from my body and offering it back up to this kind hearted woman who peered down at me. 

She simply smiled, “Just try it on, at least.” 

She couldn’t be serious. But it would be nice just to try it on for size. She could use it as a reference. I was determined to refuse her offer if she brought it up again, but I saw no harm in at least donning the final piece of the suit, just to see it all together. 

I took a deep breath and easily twirled the garmet over my shoulder, sliding my arms along the silken lining and letting it fall around my body, gazing into the mirror once more. 

Oh, hello there, Alexander. It’s good to see you again, old friend. How I’ve missed you. 

It was beyond perfect. It was the most beautifully crafted suit I’d ever had the pleasure to wear. I looked wonderfully smart. My chest swelled as a small smirk creeped onto my features, threatening to boil over into a boyish grin if I wasn’t careful. 

I refocused the lenses of my eyes to take in Natalie’s gaze, dominating the landscape behind me. Her pupils were dilated, her expression dreamy. I turned to face her, leaving my crutch behind for now. 

I thrust a hand in a pocket, unbuttoning the jacket to show the vest underneath and spun on my heel, feeling altogether like a million bucks. 

“You look… incredible” She practically breathed. The way her eyes shone when she gazed at me… Why did my knees suddenly feel weak at hearing her sigh at me like that? Perhaps I needed my crutch after all. 

“She’s right, you know. It suits you. I suppose I can’t convince you to try on the rest of them can I?” The older woman issued me this challenge with a twinkle in her eye.

Natalie furrowed her brow and cocked her head. As if to say “What could possibly be the problem with that?” 

Of course. She didn’t understand what Marianne and I already did. 

I slid off the jacket and held up its stitching to her. She leaned in so close I could feel the heat of her exhale as she finally managed to squint enough to read the name sewn there.

“Oh, oh my god. So…your… he was…?” Natalie stuttered. 

Marianne nodded, a smile sparkling with decades of memory igniting in her eyes. Eventually, she busied herself with handing me the next suit, this one a beautiful gray, continuing to address Natalie, “He was the best thing to ever come into my life. We found each other when I spent a summer in Paris, a whole lifetime ago. I couldn’t bear to return home without him. Luckily, he agreed to travel halfway across the world to be by my side. It took us a while to come to terms with our feelings, believe me, most people couldn’t possibly understand… especially not in those days. I hope you two don’t let your fear get in the way.” 

My face burned and my mouth felt so dry, my voice cracked as I spoke, “Oh, no, we’re not… we-we—“

Suddenly Natalie’s louder voice tumbled atop mine, cutting me off, as she spoke through a strained smile, “Thank you.” 

I sensed that I’d committed some sort of social faux pas, though I couldn’t understand what. Natalie and I weren’t… that is to say we didn’t have that sort of dynamic. Despite this, I decided to bite my tongue out of a desire to spare Natalie any unnecessary embarrassment. Judging by her bright pink complexion, she was already suffering enough from my attempt to set the record straight. 

I put that interaction out of my mind, though, as I returned to the garments in my hands. I admit, I allowed myself the small pleasure of trying all four of Henri’s suits, each one as beautifully crafted as the last and still in such incredible condition for their age. 

I tried on various loafers, belts, ties and even, to my utter delight, tie clips and cufflinks! 

As a boy coming of age, I’d been repeatedly reprimanded after asking for cufflinks to match my larger counterpart, being told they’d be “much too small to be worth any effort to make them in the first place”. 

Once I’d enjoyed everything those suits had to offer, she asked me to describe what I’d like to have custom made, letting me touch various fabric swatches and color options to help me make my decisions. 

This was all a dream, right? Some sort of beautiful, wonderful dream that I never wanted to wake from? It had to be. Well, if it was all make believe, I supposed asking for what I really wanted wouldn’t hurt any. 

She took notes as Natalie watched on. Why was it every time I turned over my shoulder, she seemed to be looking at me? 

I sat in the chair, pulled beside the vanity, palming the perfectly proportionate cufflinks, and rolling them between finger and thumb. They were so detailed and well crafted I wondered if Henri had made them himself. 

What is wrong with me? These things aren’t mine to take. No matter how wonderful they were. 

I deposited the little metal pieces on the counter beside me, folding my hands in my lap, determined not to fidget anymore. 

As if reading my mind, Marianne travelled around to the side of the table to face me. 

“Well, you’ve been quite the model today.” I nodded in agreement, “I think we’ve put you through more than enough. Now, your custom orders will be shipped to you in approximately ten to twelve weeks. If you need any alterations at all, feel free to come back to the store.” 

What a lovely dream this was. 

She continued, gesturing to those beautiful suits hung along the dressing room the wall, “Which one was your favorite?”

“Oh, well… I couldn’t possibly— they’re all equally wonderful. You possess incredible skill…” 

“I want you to have them.” 

Both Natalie and I let out an incredulous exclamation, in sync with one another: 

“No, no you’re being far too kind—” 

“We couldn’t take them, they belong with you!” 

She shook her head smiling warmly first at Natalie, then to me, “He would’ve wanted them to go to a fine young gentleman who can appreciate every stitch, rather than gathering dust in some box. I’d be honored if you’d take them. Think of it as Christmas coming early!” 

I was completely taken aback, a rush of emotion making my chest swell and my throat tighten as my vision suddenly blurred, “I— I’m at a complete loss for words… T-thank you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Alexander. Thank you for coming to visit today.” She leaned down to offer me her finger to shake. With a trembling hand, and biting back tears, I shook her finger tip, squeezing it much harder than was called for, and yet I didn’t imagine it was enough to hurt her, “I’m delighted you like them so much. Why don’t you wear the blue one home? It was always my favorite. Now I’ll finish packing the rest and will wait for you to check out in the other room.” 

And suddenly, it was just the girl with the wild hair and warm eyes, and me. She caught my gaze, a smile playing on her lips “Surprise!” She chuckled. 

The swell of deep gratitude, delight, overwhelm and pure joy flooded through me once again and I was perilous to keep it at bay. I rushed forward, my leg aching from the effort, as I crashed into her hand, squeezing myself into the hollow of her palm, as I clutched the base of her thumb and wept, mumbling my thanks between tears of joy. 

“Oh, Alexander…” she breathed, gently enclosing her fingers around me, embracing me back. Her index finger on her free hand gently caressed my hair, neck and shoulders as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn’t stop smiling, no matter how hard I tried. She held my chin with her fingertip, wiping tears with her thumb, “I’m so happy you’re happy. You deserve this. I’m sorry it took so long… but I’m so glad you finally got what you wanted.” She beamed at me. I bit back more tears. She arched her brow and jutted her chin in that mischievous way she always did, “Now pull yourself together and go be all dapper and shit.” She nudged my arm with her thumb. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. 

Before long, I found myself perched on the countertop of Marianne’s desk in the front of the shop, dressed to the nines from head to foot. I wore the blue suit, of course, with brown leather shoes, and belt, a silken ochre tie with matching pocket square, cufflinks, and a tie clip. I stood tall as the women above me exchanged money for goods. 

I felt a lightness in my body and mind that I hadn’t felt in… well, had I ever felt it? I couldn’t be sure. I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop from grinning ear to ear like some stupid little boy. I’d never been spoiled like this. I’d never been treated like this. I had no idea what to do with myself. 

As we were about to leave, Marianne turned to me, her lips curled into a smile. She gazed at me over the rim of her glasses, giving me a clear view of her keen eyes. “Alexander? N'ayez pas peur de lui dire ce que vous ressentez. Il est clair qu'elle t'aime de tout son cœur. Vous méritez le bonheur autant que nous tous.” 

******* 

I had no clue what she’d said to him, but whatever it was, he looked like he’d been shot through with an arrow, after hearing it. His little eyes went wide and his face burned bright red. 

“Hey…” I rubbed his little shoulder, and he seemed to snap out of it. I smiled apologetically at the woman on the other side of the desk, “Sorry, I think he’s just really excited and overwhelmed about everything that happened. Thank you again, for all you did for him.” As I spoke to her, I coaxed the little man into my hand, his movements suddenly sluggish and distracted. 

“It was truly such a wonderful thing to meet a pair like you. You give me hope for a better future. Thank you for coming in today. You’re always welcome back at any time.” 

“Thank you so much, Marianne!” I echoed her warmth. When Alexander stayed silent, I nudged him a little with my thumb and he seemed to come to. 

“Y-yes! Thank you. V-very much!”

What had gotten into him? Maybe the thrill of the whole thing had worn off and he was just exhausted. Because of his dogged determination to push himself to the limits all the time, it was easy to forget how much more effort it took someone of his size to just interact with people so much bigger than him. He was also standing and walking on his injured leg without his crutch for much longer than normal. I wondered if he was in pain and trying to fight through it. 

Whatever the case, I was looking forward to getting him home with me, and giving him a chance to relax. 

I took in the wonderful sight of him lounging in my palm, his head resting on the pad of my index finger, his calves and ankles hanging off the far edge of my palm, his little hands spread against my skin, keeping himself steady. He stared at his tiny leather shoes, and seemed disinterested in looking in my direction. How funny he was. I wondered what on earth was on his brilliant little mind. 

Strange little nightmare, let’s get you home.

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biker! boyfriend aventurine headcannons ; — part two here – masterlist here ☆～（ゝ。∂）

biker! boyfriend aventurine who customizes his bike like a portfolio: constantly tweaking parts, not for style but performance. every modification feels like a risk that pays off, much like his job.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who’s always calculating risks: before long rides, he checks the weather, road conditions, and traffic. but he leaves it ambiguous if he’s being cautious or just considering the potential thrill.

biker! boyfriend aventurine with a high-end bike with minimal flash: his bike is sleek, built for performance, not showing off, but the subtle design choices scream expensive taste. think matte black ducati with customized rims.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who picks routes like investments: loves back roads where the stakes feel higher—tight curves, unpredictable weather, and long stretches without traffic, all calculated risks that add excitement.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who prefers night rides: there’s something about the quiet risk of riding under dim streetlights that mirrors his mindset—when the world’s not watching, that’s when the biggest plays happen.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who keeps his bike documents like business files: everything is in order—insurance, maintenance logs, and modifications—just like he keeps tabs on his investments. if there’s ever an issue, he’s got proof ready.

biker! boyfriend aventurine negotiates for every part: he’ll walk into a dealership and haggle like he’s closing a business deal. when the salesperson starts sweating, he knows he’s won.

biker! boyfriend aventurine whose jacket is tailored: a leather jacket, form-fitting, almost as if it’s part of a well-fitted suit. it’s never over-the-top, but always catches the eye with its understated quality.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who never checks the map twice: takes detours and risks on unfamiliar roads because he’s confident the payoff will be worth it—even if it’s just a more scenic route.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who takes bike risks like a gambler: he loves testing the limits of his bike's engine, calculating how far he can push it before something breaks—but he always knows how to pull back just in time.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who keeps an emergency fund: not for the bike breaking down—he always expects things to go wrong, but for when they do, he’s got spare cash stashed in his trunk.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who views every ride as a bet: he tells you that every ride is a gamble with fate. “how much thrill can we handle today?” he’ll ask, revving the engine with that same sly grin you’ve fallen in love with.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who takes you to high-end biker spots: not your typical diner but upscale spots where other risk-takers and business types gather—places where deals are made over drinks as expensive as his tastes.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who keeps a low profile in the biker community: no flashy tattoos or loud boasts, but the way he handles his bike and his cool demeanor gains him respect silently.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who avoids sentimental conversations: mid-ride, when you try to get him to open up, he’ll dodge your question with a smooth shift in speed.

biker! boyfriend aventurine keeps his cards close: even with you, he doesn’t let his guard down fully. you’ll catch him glancing at you after a long ride, smile hiding the deeper thoughts you’ll never fully uncover.

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MegaCon JATP Info dump:

How they imagined the ending:

Reggie takes over the Hollywood Ghost Club

Luke stays with Julie

Willie & Alex cross over

What Hogwarts House would their characters be in:

Reggie -> Hufflepuff

Alex -> Slytherin

Julie -> Gryffindor

Madi to the guys: Uhm?

Owen & Jeremy, in sync: Gryffindor!

If they could make any advice to their characters, what would it be:

Jeremy to Reggie: Make that country album!

Owen to Alex: Take one day at a time and lean on your friends.

Madi to Julie: Girl, he's a ghost.

Favorite Song to film/record:

Owen -> Stand Tall

Jeremy -> Now or Never

Madi -> Finally Free

Favorite Outfit:

Owen: Zip pants & Hoodie

Jeremy: Leather jacket (it got customized to be more stretchy so he could move and jump around)

Madi: 'I got the music' outfit

(Owen and Jeremy both talked about how much freedom they got with the outfits. Kenny wanted them to feel comfortable in their clothes.)

Random stuff:

Jeremy jumped off the stage for the Now or Never scene so often his knee started hurting

During the rehearsal for 'This Band his back' Jeremy stumbled over Charlie's guitar while jumping on the chairs. He fell and cut his hand, so in the filmed version, Reggie has a band-aid on one of his fingers

The suits for Stand Tall cost over $3000

'Nothing to lose' got almost cut bc they didn't have enough budget to film it. But Kenny somehow made it happen.

Originally, Reggie was supposed to lose a shoe instead of his shirt. But nobody would have seen that, so they changed it to losing the shirt.

Most awkward moment: For the dinner scene, the guys had to hide in a tiny closet, and Jeremy and Owen were staring into each other's eyes.

They really tried to make a tour happen

Owen was terrified of filming 'All Eyes on Me'

Off-Topic: But during Jeremy's voice acting panel, Owen was hanging out in the audience to watch it.

Cameron Boyce memorial BOOMSHAKALAKA 😭😭