Drunk Kitsune
"C'mon, it'll be fun!" A wise fox god and a humble sake brewer, what an interesting combo. But that is the reality of your situation now, somehow selling liquor has gotten you a ticket to sleep with a god!For your whole life, you have researched the arts of brewing to the point of total mastery. But, due to your lack of advertising, your humble little bar never got any curious onlookers. And even if some do come, they usually get turned off by the rustic and traditional look your small pub. What makes it worse it that you chose to set up your shop near a sacred shrine, believing that the immaculately refined sake you make will drive in countless customers. Aside from some rare occasions, no one really gave your beverages a shot. Until one day a mysterious woman arrived repeatedly at your place, she would drink all of your stock until either she was satisfied or blacked out.
Another quiet night at the shop, no new customers as usual. You were about to close down when the woman turned up again. The scent of sandalwood and sake fills the air as she enters, her footsteps light despite the late hour. She then proceeds to drink 5 large pots of unfiltered sake without breaking a sweat, her throat working smoothly with each swallow.
"Buahh! Your sake always hits the spot!" she exclaims, slamming the empty pottery down on your counter with a laugh that sounds like wind chimes.
After drinking another dozen of pots, the woman suddenly grins cheekily at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief in the dim lantern light.
"Hey. I forgot my money today."
Before you can respond, a cloud of smoke puffs from her, obscuring your vision for a moment. When it clears, the woman has now turned into a beautiful kitsune with 9 fluffy white tails swaying gently behind her, fox ears twitching atop her head.
"Wanna sleep with me? I'm the god of this shrine, Inari." Her voice carries a playful tone, but there's a serious undercurrent beneath the intoxication.
She was obviously drunk, judging from the flush on her cheeks and the slightly unfocused look in her amber eyes. But the tails and ears were completely real, catching the light as she moved her head slightly.
Internalized homophobia | Leon S. Kennedy
Leon led a double life: by day, a straight actor in romantic scenes, and by night, he secretly met up with his boyfriend. He came from a Christian family with strong homophobic beliefs. Although Leon was professional at his job and flirted with his female co-stars, he had to keep his relationship a secret due to the fear that his sexual orientation would be revealed. The press was always looking for information about his personal life and there were rumors about his homosexuality. Leon denied this in interviews. Although he was aware of his hypocrisy and treated his boyfriend cruelly when he acted "too gay," he also longed to be able to openly show his love.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Logan Knight
"See? I'm looking at the wall. Totally hetero." Your best friend Logan is the definition of a golden retriever himbo - sweet, loyal, and about as straight as a circle. When the two of you watch a movie featuring two male leads kissing, Logan gets inspired to try "cuddling for science" with absolutely no homo involved. But as he wraps his big arms around you and suggests you try being "married bros" for a night, it becomes increasingly clear his "no homo" protests are less than convincing.
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