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uzurimisery · 8 months ago

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like real people do. / kageyama tobio / nsfw

wc: 5.5k

Warnings: Kageyama is autistic, smut, fingering, reader has nipple piercings, reader works in A&R for music, reader used to live in brazil, friends to lovers, awkward sex

A/N: experimenting with more awkward/realistic smut and I love my autistic blorbo Kageyama

thank you to @peachyminx and @dervngedgf for beta reading

Kageyama never did understand the way that conversations worked, or were supposed to work. They were winding, circuitous, jumping from place to place. Unstable like a fault line, bursting from tension. The older he got the more he began to have a loose grasp on them. One so faint it slipped from his fingers if there was too much deviation. It hadn’t been easy to get to this point. It took years of failed attempts at making friends, three failed relationships, and a PR manager to get here.

Hardly a gentle climb into social know-how.

There was a script that worked in most situations. The gym, interviews, the grocery store, casuals and quick conversations weren’t altering his normal routine in any major way. He liked things being the normal way.

So why the hell was he in a club? A place that went so far against the normal?

It had been Hirugami’s idea, he said that the team needed to bond more. Kageyama knew it was just a thinly veiled excuse to get drunk on the team’s card.

It was awful— the drinking.

Conversations were bad enough while sober, small talk, social cues being a forge in language, and alcohol just made him feel worse about them. The script was thrown across the room and given to an AI generator that made something worse for him to spit back out.

The pounding music, early 2000s rap, split his head with each drum beat feeling like it was played against his skull. He could smell everything, the foreigners easily able to be picked out from the crowd. The buttons on his navy blue dress shirt had started choking him early so it was now half undone, which he hated. Shirts were meant to have only one, or two, buttons undone depending on the level of formality of the event attending. How many were appropriate for a club? At four buttons down the curve of the underside of his pecs could be seen.

He felt out of place, out of his element, and like a child sitting at the grown-ups' table for the first time and trying to seem mature.

“Tobio!” Nicolas shouted at him from across the booth. “When are you going to bring them around again?”

His face scrunched up. “Why?”

“Because if you’re not going to make a move I am!” Nicolas’ laugh was grating and sharp. “They used to live not far from my parents. A shame it took until now to meet.”

“I thought you were working things out with Maria?” Kageyama had stopped bringing you around after one too many comments on how he was in love with you and afraid to make a move. Something Nicolas harped on him for and took every opportunity to flirt with you in front of him.

“Por que não ambos? Maria doesn’t have to know.” Kageyama hated the smirk that spread across the Brazilian's face. He knew that Nicolas was teasing him, just like he knew Nicolas wasn’t interested in you in the slightest, but it always drove him up the wall.

Wakatoshi cut in, voice steady and flat, as always. As much as Kageyama struggled with conversations he knew Wakatoshi would be right there with him. “I believe we have discussed many times that Kageyama-san has stated he is waiting for a better opportunity to discuss his feelings with them.”

“That’s what he said last week and three months ago and then six months ago.” Sokolov chimed into the conversation now, monkey-like as he usually was, followed by Heiwajima.

“You really should talk to them about it. Either way, you need closure to get past your emotional constipation.”

Kageyama wanted to crawl into a hole. It was bad enough having to figure out his feelings but having them discussed in front of him made him want to jump off the side of Tokyo Tower. His feelings were complicated. Tangled and messy, blending into each other. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to separate them let alone tell you about them.

“Guuys chill, chill,” Hirugami was back with another round of drinks. “Tobio will get to it when pigs fly.” The team busted out laughing. It was humiliating no matter how many times they all poked at him about it. The only way that he’d ever get them to stop was to confess to you.

“Fuck you guys.” He was grumpy now, grumbling into his drink as he took a swig.

The chorus all said they just wanted the best for him, that there was no way you didn’t feel the same way, that it was all in good faith, all stuff to make them feel better about teasing him. He hated being teased.

Maybe if he just told you they’d finally leave him alone about it. You might get distant for a bit but he had faith that you could be friends again down the road.

“If I tell them tonight will you guys leave me alone about it?”

Nicolas’ sly look managed to get worse. “You tell them tonight and I’ll give you ten thousand yen.”

“Deal.”

Slipping his phone out of his front pocket and pulling up your contact information had never felt so stressful. He didn’t need the money, he just wanted to be left alone about this.

To: Best Brazilian

Can you meet me outside Playa Del Sol?

From: Best Brazilian

You’re at a club?

To: Best Brazilian

I wasn’t my idrea

Typing was hard. The heat of all the bodies in the room made his hand slippery.

From: Best Brazilian

Lucky you, I’m just down the street at a gig

>You think you’d be fine to hang out for that? Local band

To: Best Brazilian

As long as it’s not Sean Paul

From: Best Brazilian

Kk see you in 10

Kageyama was, as usual, grateful for your friendship as he excused himself from the group and headed outside to wait for you. More often than not you served as a refuge for him. One of the few people in the world who truly understood him. You didn’t question his mannerisms and need for routine.

Once he had asked if you thought he was weird, as flawed as he felt, and you had looked at him as if the question was stupid and gave a simple ‘no.’

Meeting you had been a deviation from the norm in the best way. Hinata had been visiting and when they were out they bumped into you, surprised since you had been a manager at one of Hinata’s favorite jazz clubs back in Brazil.

Kageyama got lost in the conversation as Hinata and you bounced between English, Portuguese, and Japanese when speaking. You had corrected and steered the conversation to Japanese, seeing Kageyama’s confusion.

Your Japanese was clunky back then, and your mouth still struggling with the syllables at times. More than that, your understanding of pitch accent back then was abysmal.

But that meeting had changed his world, shifted its axis.

Eventually, Hinata’s two-month vacation ended and he left, and Kageyama expected you to leave his orbit too. But you didn’t, you stayed around. It’s been three years and you were still around. And it's been a year since he realised he loved you.

When the night air had started to sink in, sweat from the club finally drying, he saw you round the corner.

Every time he saw you he thought he’d get used to how beautiful you were but he never could. You were bright as the sun, warming him, the rays of your light brushing across his skin promised growth, comfort, and shelter.

Your braids had been half pulled back in some sort of half-updo, two ponytails at the top of your head. He has watched you do them the other week. Or he had been watching before you made him help you since he was sitting there. He didn’t know how to braid at all, but you made him learn. Told him your continued friendship was dependent on it.

He was glad you made him learn though. It gave him an excuse to be in your space, close to you, for hours on end. To touch you without worrying if the amount of contact was normal or not.

“Tobio!” His name always sounded so perfect coming from your glossed lips. There was a twinkle in your eyes. You had done your makeup for “special events” as you had once explained it to him. Instead of a normal cat eye, you had graphic black eyeliner. He never understood why you wore makeup but he knew that it was something you enjoyed doing.

He stumbled a bit as he moved towards you, wetting his lips with his tongue as he said your name.

“Whoa careful there big guy! How much have you had to drink tonight?”

Your arm grasped his bicep, his heart stuttering at the contact.

“Three double vodka cranberries and one beer.”

Your brows raised. “Rough time in there huh?”

“You have no idea.” Kageyama launched into recounting what had happened.

One of his favourite things about you was how you didn’t press on topics he didn’t want to talk about. You left the conversation shift onto the gig you dragged him to and about the band. His second favourite thing about you was your willingness to unabashedly talk about your interests. Your job as an A&R at Sony meant you were always talking to him about a new band or artist. Before meeting you he wouldn’t consider himself someone who cared about music much. It was just something to help him keep pace while running. He didn’t understand why people liked it. But by watching you he started to dissect the reasons.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, no grand realisation listening to a recommendation from you. It was a gradual shift. He started listening to more things, trying to pick out ones you’d like and he could send them to you. It was only after Wakatoshi had pointed out he was humming one day that he clocked the change went beyond just you.

When you got to the venue, you flashed your Employee ID at security and pulled Kageyama in behind you. It was just as dimly lit as the club but the smaller venue made it less obstructive. You had dragged him here before for a folk singer-songwriting you signed after the show. He had no idea what he was about to listen to but he knew if it was you, it’d be good.

You led him to the middle of the standing-room area. You preferred a more central location so you could observe the artist’s dynamics and stage presence. While he would normally want to be on the outskirts, he didn’t mind being in the middle. It was crowded though so you were stood in front of him. Someone walked past and knocked you back against him.

“Sorry!” You knew that he didn’t like physical contact much, so you created space as soon as you could. It pained him.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind if it’s you.” When you smiled up at him, he felt like he was going to short-circuit. “Who are we discovering today?”

Another person bumped you into him, shifting your balance and almost causing you to fall. He wrapped his arms around you to stabilise you before he even knew what he was doing.

You muttered under your breath something about expecting better from the crowd here. “You remember Hozier?”

He knew who Hozier was. You had forced him to listen to Hozier’s entire discography one day. He liked Hozier. In another world maybe he would be as good with his words as the singer was. He could write you poems and sonnets, tell you all the little things about you that made him feel right. As much as he might try now, he couldn’t so he hoped that you wouldn’t hold it against him.

“Yes. You made me listen to his entire discography.” His throat felt dry. “I don’t believe I understood all the metaphors but he has a good voice.”

“Well, imagine Hozier if he was Japanese. And he blended traditional instruments, taiko drums and all that, with a raspy voice and great lyricism.”

“I see.” His gaze shifted, watching you adjust in his arms. He wondered if he should release you if he was supposed to have let go three seconds ago or held on longer. Now he was scared to move and make it weirder by moving.

“Sorry, should I let you go?” He was nervous, anxiety creeping, edging him out of the buzz he had from drinking earlier and into harsh sobriety.

“No, it’s okay. I’m kinda cold and you’re really warm.”

“Okay.”

The conversation between the two of you died down and Kageyama wanted to make a clone of himself and shake it around. What the hell was he doing? Under the dim lights, the first few chords starting to play, cradling you in his arms, he felt so nervous.

The opening band started to fill the room with an instrumental. Their first two songs went by quickly enough at least. You would sway along, occasionally bobbing your head to the beat. Your eyes were focused on them as they performed. Someone might look over and think you were a long-time fan of the opening act, enraptured by their performance, but Kageyama knew you. You were appraising them, seeing if they had potential.

As their set drug on, he found himself watching you more than the band. Your brows would twitch, pulling together in the middle for a split second, every time they did something you considered to be a technical miss. You had told him that bands were like a team of volleyball players.

When you explained it you said that singers were like aces. The powerhouse that made a team stand apart from their opponents. Drums were the setter. They set the tempo, and the flow, of the song Guitars were like hitters, driving down the point. Keys or synths were liberos, not always on the track but essential for making a good song, and basses were middle blockers, getting a perfect read and keeping the team grounded. So far it seemed like the band was winning their set.

He liked watching you like this, seeing you the most in your element. It hurt his heart, made it tight in his chest from how your eyes darted across the stage. It felt like ripping off a bandage. Diving without a kneepad and your skin tearing on the polished floor of the court. Like hand sanitiser in a superficial wound. Painful, but knowing that the pain was a sign of growth, of healing.

The lighting changed, hues of pink and red, as the frontman started talking about their next and final song. He was telling the crowd to grab their lovers, pull them close, and sway along with the music. Kageyama nearly choked when you turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well hello lover.” you giggle at the last word, joking about your relationship. While didn’t like the joking nature of it, he wanted it to be real, he liked you calling him it. Your fingernails scratched at the nape of his neck, tangling in the hairs there.

He had had too much to drink and feeling your chest against his own was making the blood rush from his head and straight to his groin. He felt like a teenage boy, unable to keep himself from growing hard. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he swore he could feel your nipples.

His breath hitched as he went to respond, low and raspy in your ear. “Hello.” Kageyama wanted to say something better, more suave and flirtatious, wishing for a second that he could embody the same way with women Nicolas had.

“How much did you have to drink?”

“Not enough.” His cheeks were flush, he needed something in this moment. To pull you closer against himself or to push you away so you didn’t catch on to his growing hard-on.

Your heartbeat against his own in the confined space, slower than his rapid one. The music drowned out, turning to background sounds as he stared into your eyes. Eye contact was normally so forced for him, constantly having to remind himself to make it. It felt so much more intense with you like you could see through him. He loved your eye colour and the way the corners of your eyes crinkled when you smiled.

Your lips curled up into a smile as you gazed at him, coated in a shimmery gloss that smelt like vanilla. Your tongue poked out the wet your lips, something you always did when you needed to reapply the lip gloss. He wanted to know what it felt like against his own. If it was as sticky as it looked. If it’d pull into fine strands as you separated.

“What are you staring at so intensely? I feel like you’re dissecting me.”

He felt loose and sappy from the drinks earlier, more willing to take risks.

“You. I’m staring at you.”

“Me?”

His eyes shifted up to meet yours again. “You.” You chuckled a little bit at him before replying.

“Why?”

“I want to kiss you.” The words slipped out of him before he could stop them, once again putting his foot in his mouth. You were going to reject him, tell him off for violating your boundaries. He’d have to text Hinata tomorrow that he fucked up with you and that everything went wrong.

“Kiss me.” The first time you said the words it didn’t compute in his brain.

“Tobio, kiss me.” He stood frozen, short-circuiting, he had been so set on an outcome that a change in path threw him off.

The trance was broken when he felt your lips against his, sticky from the lip gloss as he imagined. You were soft, like a feather brushing across his kiss, gentle and tentative. When you pulled away from him it felt like he could breathe again. You tasted sweet, no doubt partially from the lip gloss but also just you. He wanted more.

Kageyama leaned in, one hand tentatively reaching up to the side of your face to cradle it. His lips met yours again it started with pecks, gentle like you had been, before building in intensity. It felt like Kageyama had been starving for years, the sensation unknown and accepted as just a part of living, but as your mouth opened and his tongue met yours he realised that his hunger, his craving, his desire, had been an aspect of himself so far removed from his understanding until this moment. He understood want and need now that he had tasted you.

The heat of your breath melting with his own made his nerves alight as you parted for air.

“I’m in love with you.” Your forehead met his shoulder and you laughed.

“Tobio I know,” it was like the lights in the room knew to shine down around you giving you a halo. “You’re not good at hiding it.”

“I’m sorry.” You tucked your head under his chin and he let his hands slip down from your waist and into your back pockets, feeling emboldened by your actions.

You swayed with him to the beat of the song as the transition music into the main act’s set began.

“If it’s any consolation I found it cute.” Your lips met the side of his neck and you tilted upwards to his ear. “I’m in love with you too.”

He joined you in shifting side to side, enjoying the moment as you murmured against his skin, voice warmth with honesty. He didn’t understand it all, but he understood you in this moment, the shared feeling of love between you. One old and ancient, but never weathered by time, still steadfast in its stature. Unending, unshifting.

The “Japanese Hozier” stepped out onstage and Kageyama let you turn to face the stage, moving to take his hands off you only to find them being wrapped around your waist again, guided by your hands. He wouldn’t remember the set list, or the singer's performance, too entangled in you and feeling you in all his senses to care about anything else.

───※ ·❆· ※───

You had brought him home after the show, still humming some of the songs as you puttered around. He had changed as you made a midnight snack for the two of you. His hair hung in clumped damp strands as he played sudoku on his phone waiting for you to finish up. You hated when he got in your way in the kitchen.

With a plate full of mini pancakes you plopped down on the couch next to him, your makeup removed and hair up. He liked you the most like this, relaxed and human. Sometimes he worried you were an angel sent down from the heavens to make him believe in god but instead drove him to sin.

He took one off the plate when you moved it closer to him. Chewing on it slowly, watching you nibble on yours.

“You wanna talk about it?” His eyes were peeled on your lips.

“Only if you’re comfortable.”

“I’m fine…” you moved and placed the plate on the coffee table. “Good, actually. Great even.”

“I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “For what?”

“I don’t know.” He felt so many things right now it was difficult to verbalise any of them.

You pulled your knees to your chest and faced him. A braid fell into your face and you tucked it behind your ear. Every time he looked at you he understood poetry and prose, songs of admiration, why men would go to war over their lovers. It was nonsensical, to think you could see stars in someone's eyes, but you reflected the lights of the room like a planetarium. He thought that he might die before he found the words to express his thoughts and feelings to you, to get his point across, but he knew with you he didn’t have to. He had never had to.

His hand encompassed your own, interlocking his fingers with yours. They fit together like puzzle pieces, you the last piece needed to complete the puzzle. Simple connection, conjoining of spirits.

Kageyama tugged on your hand, pulling you towards himself, making you come to rest on your shins in between his legs. He kissed the back of your hand, softly, tenderly, still afraid that there was something he was missing. But the ball never dropped, the tower never crumbled, and he led you further forward, your free hand resting at his chest before slithering up the back of his neck.

He couldn’t tell if it was you or him who moved first, closing the distance between you, your lips meeting again. It felt more tentative than the first ones had. Careful and measured, aware of the space, the boundaries, the dynamic you had had. Of how that was shifting, changing, as the pretences you had were changed.

Kageyama dropped your hand in favour of wrapping his around your waist, guiding you to manoeuvre into his lap. Your ass rested against his groin. The longer he kissed you, the more he felt himself growing hard, aided by your hips grinding down on him. Once on a night out with the team, you had danced with him and it was then that he learned of how fluid you were. Tonight you were water, dripping down on him, swirling around him, wetting his skin.

He palmed at the waistband of the sleep shorts you had changed into, desperately wanting to remove them but unwilling to force you into something. You pulled away from kissing him to remove your shorts, left in just your underwear and oversized shirt. Kageyama quickly stripped off his shirt before kissing you again, this time letting it evolve into making out with you.

One of your hands moved to his lower abdomen, brushing against his happy trail, making him shiver. He felt you palm at his length through his sweats, slow and sensually. His dick was bigger than you thought it’d be. Average girth but one or two inches longer than expected.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” His response was quick, jumping the gun, eager to have you take him in your hand.

When your skin met his Kageyama swore he might cum from it. His emotions were high-strung, making him more sensitive. He whimpered as your thumb crossed over the tip.

Your hands felt like velvet against him, smooth and soft, your touch gentle but firm, supplying the perfect amount of pressure as you began sliding it up and down his shaft. His stomach muscles tightened as you went along, pulling him in on himself. It should be criminal that you made him feel such a way from something so simple, reducing him into a schoolboy being touched for the first time.

He wrapped a hand around your wrist to stop your movements, separating from kissing you to speak.

“I’m going to cum if you do that too much.”

“That’s the goal Tobio.”

“Yes, I know, but I would like to make you cum before I do.”

You gave a small smile, butterflies flitting around in his stomach as you did. “Well, who am I to stop you?”

You crossed your arms as you took off your shirt. When you changed earlier you must not have put on a bra. The curve of your waist he knew already to be temptation incarnate, but the swell of your chest would turn any many into a sinner.

Your nipples were hard as they were exposed to the cool air of your apartment, small silver balls catching the overhead light.

“You have your nipples pierced?”

You cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples. Tobio’s eyes were locked in, focused on the way the silver complimented you. “Yeah, I’ve had them for ages.”

“Can I touch them?” He wanted to pinch at your nipples and feel the cool metal beside them. Your nod was all he needed to do so.

His touch was hesitant at first, afraid of damaging the piercing somehow. When he squeezed down harder on them he could feel the bars going through your nipples. It was interesting to him, the modification, he wondered what made you get them in the first place.

As he pinched and twisted your nipples slightly, a soft whimper snuck out the back of your throat, going straight to his already painfully hard erection.

If you were sensitive to this he wanted to know what it would do to you if he took them into his mouth. It was in the name of science that he did so, leaning forward and wrapping his mouth around your left nipple.

The metal met his tongue, cold and sharp, constructing against the warmth of your chest. He was cautious not to use his teeth as he played with your nipple in his mouth. You gave out small moans and gasps, hips stuttering against his own, as you threw your head back. Ever since you had gotten them pierced your nipples were more sensitive than ever.

Kagayema stared up at you. He wondered how he got so lucky in life. He’d have to go to the shrine on New Year with his mother to thank the gods for letting him have you like this.

He wanted to make you feel more, to know his touch in ways you never had before.

His free hand not ding at your waist trailed down your side, tracing the outline, as he dragged it down to your core. When he met your underwear, the fabric a simple micro-fibre, and slipped past it he was certain that he’d need to go to the shrine every holiday. You were wet, drenched even, allowing his fingers to slip through you easily.

Kageyama was not a virgin, he’d had sex before and he was thorough with it. His thumb met your clot, going over it in slow circles, while his pointer and ring finger started to tease your hole.

When he was able the press both fingers into you and pump them in and out of you, he released your nipple that he had ever so diligently been sucking on to swap for the other one. He bit down it ever so slightly making a shocked gasp and whimper of his name escape you.

“Be gentle jackass!” Your speech airy, escaping as an exhale.

It was cruel the way how you said his name made his dick jerk as if he was going to cum, the muscle in his abdomen flexing tight. He’d be dammed if he came before you though, his teeth grazing over your nipple again, tongue swiping over the bar.

His fingers picked up in speed, pressing against a spot that made you squeak almost. High-pitched and short. Like you hadn’t expected him to hit it.

The pressure building kept building as he did so, making you get lightheaded as it went on. He was so close to making you cum. Like an itch, you scratch just next to it, the edge.

His thumb kept toying with your clit as he kept his pace steady, matching the tempo. You could feel yourself tightening up as he worked your body. The noises in the room turned pornographic as more liquid gushed out of you, lubricating his hand, making it easier for him to thrust his fingers in and out and in again.

Kageyama detached himself from your chest and moved to kiss along the side of your neck and ear.

“You’re so pretty…” he trailed off before biting your neck and sucking hard to leave a hickey.

You came with a start, the orgasm rolling through you as he bit down, his name coming out a broken moan. Your muscle winding right before snapping under the pressure, eyes screwing shut. It made your head spin, feeling your heartbeat in your skull and down to your toes. The force of it made you clamp down so hard on Kageyama’s fingers that as he tried to pull them out, he couldn’t.

A minute passed before he was finally able to slip them out of you as you whined for him to keep them inside. When you finally opened your eyes you were met with Kageyams face being entirely red.

“You okay?” You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.

He licked his lips before speaking, trying to wet them. “I just came.”

“Oh.”

Things were still for a second.

“Is there, uh, anything I can do to help?”

“No. Just give me a minute.” This was the most embarrassment he had felt in a long time

“Okay.” You cupped his face with one hand. He turned a kissed your palm “We can stop here if you want.”

He contemplated for a few moments in his head, his boxer briefs now feeling sticky. The sensation was grossing him out no matter how badly he wanted to continue.

“Tobio,” you flicked his forehead “Get out of your head, you’ve got that scrunched-up look on your face.”

He grumbled against your palm as he spoke. “I like you and I’m embarrassed.”

“Well, I love you and we can always go for a second round.”

He stilled, humming under his breath. “Could we shower first?”

“Of course.”

───※ ·❆· ※───

Out of the shower, where a second round had happened, along with telling you about the bet, Kageyama felt unsure of what to do next. It reminded him of leaving a court at the end of a game, his adrenaline high and heart pumping. The adjustment to reality was strange and foreign. He was sure this must have been how you felt after a concert ended. Lost, unsure what to do after as he cuddled with you in your bed.

“What happens next?”

You laughed and it shook your body as you lay on top of him, tracing patterns on his chest.

“You buy me breakfast in the morning.”

“And after that?”

“What about after that?”

“Well,” you started. “We keep doing what we’ve always done. But when we go out to eat we don’t call it hanging out, we call it a date. When we sleep at the other’s place, we sleep in the same bed. Only the little things change between us, the big things stay the same and we get to kiss now. When an interviewer asks if you’ve got a girlfriend, you get to say yes.”

“You’re my girlfriend?”

“Well, I thought that was the point of the confession, well along with winning a bet, unless you don't want me to be?”

“No, I do.”

“Good.”

It was silent for a moment as he intertwined his free hand in your own, bringing it closer to his mouth so he could kiss it. You settled further into him, filling out the space where he was the most empty both physically and metaphorically, humming ‘Like Real People Do’.

A Venmo notification cut through the peace.

Nicolas Romero sent you ¥10,000

“Atta boy Tobio”

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maythearo · 3 months ago

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I offered to draw the character sprites for my friend's rpg campaign! I'm still getting used to playing and getting into character. This universe is centered around paranormal investigation, created by this brazilian youtuber that I don't watch much, but apparently he has fans overseas too? The series is called Ordem Paranormal if yall ever heard of it.

Each person gathered their own references to send to me without knowing what the rest of the party was going to be like, so we ended up with respectively, a hacker who's totally lost about what's going on, his badass sister who is pretty much the only one who knows how to fight, a police officer, her dog who I hope is going to be dealing the most amount of damage, and some engineer with a rifle. All of them hate people so we have 0 communication skills so far.

(But anyway, whithin the first hour I managed to make my nerd engineer character with 0 athletic points try to stand up on a brick wall, then proceed to get less than 5 two times in a row on a D20 so of course he failed and fell on top of the other nerd character that for some reason thought he could catch him mid air. We both started with -1 hp, heading to an abandoned laboratory possibly filled with undead creatures. If the game master is kind he will not let us die this season)

#my art #character design #character sprites #rpg #oc rpg #ordem paranormal

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yukasyukasyukasyukas · 4 months ago

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Random valorant agents headcanons bc I'm sleep deprived

(this means I didn't get my 12 hours of sleep today)

Brimstone

Hugest ally on the VP (which, lets be honest, doesn't mean much since they're all gay)

First person KJ came out to and he was so emotional about it

Constantly tries to get the agents to get closer or at least respect each other but after Cypher mentioned how him and Breach treat one another he gave up

Calls some agents (Viper, Sage and Killjoy) by their first names on the everyday and calls Sova, Chamber and Deadlock (the other ex militars) by their last names

I wanted to hc him an American football team but idk any💞💞💞

Viper

Brimstone and Vyse are the only ones to call her Sabine bc they know her since before the "incident"

KJ also used to call her Sabine before the VP but Viper was bitter abt agents calling her by her first name

Scared for her life of failing Reyna, not because she actually fears her, but because she actually cares about Lucia

Older sister who lost contact with her family

Aroace

Has a snake named Viper that is older than the protocol

Omen

Is annoyed by people mistaking knitting with crochet

Very kind to the younger agents

In his own way though

Killjoy

Has an older sister who doesn't talk to her since she was a teenager

HOW DOES ONE BECOME THE LEAD OF A WHOLE DIVISION ON SUCH A HUGE CORPORATION AT THE AGE OF 18???!$+2+_(not a hc, just a concern)

The fact her dad died before she was born probably has something to do with her closeness to Cypher and Brimstone

Rich af but rents an apartment with another girl and that place is absolutely precarious

Pays the rent monthly even if she doesn't spend a single night there

Has a huge lesbian flag on the living room and that has gotten her very straight roommate into delicate situations with her boyfriends

Her roommate is Brazilian from São Paulo bc I want her to

Very easily impressed by anything Raze does even if it's something she can do a thousand times better

I feel like she would main a duelist if she played val, probably Reyna or Raze

Cypher

Has a picture of his wife and kids on his bedside table

He keeps Nora's favorite clothing and his children's baby toys

Girl dad obv

Killjoy reminds him of his oldest daughter and sometimes he calls her his daughter's name

Hates kingdom but since he joined the protocol he learned how to convive with their workers, even if he doesn't like it most part of the time

Scares little kids on Roblox for fun

Wouldn't mind having a relationship with a man but after Nora he can't imagine himself in another relationship so he doesn't give it a try

(I love him and Nora😭)

Sova

Calls the other agents by their first names

Was friends with Sage since before the protocol

Recommend Sage to Brimstone

One of the only coworkers Viper enjoys the company of

Once he tried to speak Spanish to mess around with Reyna and Raze swore he was speaking Portuguese bc of the accent

Trans bc I want to project into my fav characters

Morning walks

Sage

Calls everyone by their first names

Has two younger siblings but she hasn't had notice of them since she started the monk training

Misses them

Met Skye when researching about her healing powers, Skye was doing the same

Born radiant

Great at cooking but Jett gaslit her into thinking it was bad as a joke and she still believes it

After Harbor joined the VP she got back into cooking

Lesbian bc I said so

Not much close to the other women in the protocol, only Skye, Jett, Neon and Reyna

Closer to the men on the VP (Sova, Brimstone, Cypher, Iso, Omen etc)

Doesn't have a clue of why Clove doesn't like her

Phoenix

Nerd

This man is a canon theater kid, he absolutely LOVES musicals, specially Hamilton and Jett and Raze tease him Abt being British and liking it

For some reason Jett gaslights him into thinking he's actually gay, obviously never worked

Him and Jett break up for the most ridiculous reasons, they've already broken up more times than one can count on fingers

Banned from every kitchen he steps on

Learned Korean só Jett would shut up about her being bilingual while he only spoke English

Once he let Astra undo his dreads to give him braids, it was the saddest day of his life

Raze bullies him for his style💔💔💔💞

Jett

Can cook five stars dinners but insists on eating leftovers she finds on the fridge and steals from the other agents

Doesn't dare touching Chamber's "monstrosities of dishes"

Makes people their favorite dinner and a special breakfast on their birthdays

Cooks for the whole protocol on weekends

Most my hc surround on the fact she's always eating something and was a chef😔

Gaslights everyone into believing the most random and/or stupid things and has actually convinced Gekko that dog is a common dish in east Asia

First thing she asks every east Asian she meets outside of east Asia is if they eat dog

Sage was mad at her for this

Also bi

Reyna

Actually very caring and worried for most agents

Siblings relationship with Yoru

Randomly starts speaking Spanish to Sage just to annoy her

Learned Chinese just to mess around with Sage

Lesbiana

Flirts with Breach as a joke

Iso actually believed she and Breach were a couple when he arrived

Homophobic to Raze and Killjoy

Non ironically has offered to find Raze a better girlfriend than Killjoy

Wants to be a mother but can't because of her duties and Sage doesn't like children

Raze

BRAZILIPPINES

Hugest anarcocomunist

Grafitti artist

Has sent Kingdom, Killjoy and Viper dozens of blackmails before joining the protocol

Didn't like Killjoy for her first years in the protocol

Boombot was created as a "rebellion" from Killjoy's tech with an alarmbot that Kingdom placed near her house

Has a younger brother who is her absolutely whole world

Capoeira.

Breach

Actually speaks Portuguese very well

Dad jokes

Hates children and the only exception is Raze's younger brother

Please please please please please read the joke I posted😭

Didn't get along with Deadlock nor Chamber at first

Gets along well with Cypher, Harbor and Fade

Likes men and makes it everyone's business and is very annoying to homophobes about it (bi)

Has kissed Harbor once just to see the look of terror on a homophobic guy's eyes

Skye

Lesbian

Owes a personal gun that she uses to scare bigots and idiots in general

Was guilty about rejecting Yoru

Still is very close to him

Skyelock beloved

The ship name should be changed to Hiking Buddies or something

Can make a cat with her powers and it plays with Nightmare when it's starting to affect Fade too much

Closer to Fade than most agents think

Morning walks with Sova and Deadlock

Yoru

Has a huge knowledge on east Asian culture in general

Speaks ainu and a little uchinaguchi

Values culture and tradition more than his life

Constantly educating Jett on Korean traditions???

Mansplains a lot

Neon (single) teases him for being single

Has the "lesbian curse" in which every woman he likes is a lesbian and it's starting to develop into an "aroace curse"

Homophobic to Killjoy

Misogynist to Killjoy

everything you can think that is bad against Killjoy

And Reyna is with him on these

Astra

Pansexual

Nerd on physics

Knows a lot about quantum physics

That was me projecting, sorry

I need more astra content to make more headcanons 😔😔😔

Galaxsea/ astrarbor/ Neptune/ sea star

Born radiant

KAY/O

Doesn't actually have feelings, he's just programmed to make humans feel loved (besides, obviously, being a war machine)

It was a way of keeping the non radiant soldiers hopeful during the radiant war

He's a robot, of course he doesn't have feelings

Killjoy is absolutely fascinated by him and wonders if it was her who built him or at least made his project

The "hatred" he has for the radiants is also a way of keeping the non radiants feeling safe and appreciated

Sage is the exception from his radiant hatred because she's always appeared to be against Reyna's radiant dominant ideal world and he read that as a powerful ally to his cause

He's AI ofc he's gonna be a little dumb even though he's from like 2060

Chamber

I refuse to

Does he like men?

Was homophobic to Killjoy and Raze when they started dating and to Sage and Reyna

Was actually homophobic

Turned out he likes men???

I'm confused

I don't like him

Neon

BRAZILIPPINES

She probably knew Killjoy before the VP or at least heard about her not as an professional but as a person

Definitely likes women

Since she became a radiant at such a young age and os so powerful there were probably lots of accidents

Was mostly isolated from the outside for a long time before the thing that is sticked to her back was finished

That'd explain why she doesn't like making new friends, she doesn't know how to

Knows a lot of stuff involving quantum physics and science since her parents work at kingdom and she has worked with them

Fade

Constantly found sleeping on the floor

Sometimes she leaves Nightmare out of her bedroom to get a peaceful night of sleep

Goes to sleep on about the same time Skye is waking up

Fadelock goes hard too

You'll rarely see her awake but when you do she looks like she hasn't slept in a decade

Doesn't actually sleep, just take 30 min naps throughout the day

Took a while to stop calling Harbor "agent Batra" during missions

I just checked and that is lore inaccurate but idc

Likes men and women, never stopped to think of it as "oh, I'm lgbt" that's just one more small detail about her

Had a cat that her brother gave her when she was a kid, it died of kidney failure a few years before she joined realm

Harbor

History and architecture nerd

Also a philosophy enthusiast

Has a tattoo that says "Memento mori et memento vivere" and that's what caught Astra's attention at first

Him and Astra spend a lot of time just nerding around

He's very caring yet not much protective to the younger agents

Randomly throws water at people who walk by

Breach and Deadlock learned on the hardest way not to be around him with a glass of water

Calls Fade Hazel because at first he thought that was how it was and never corrected it

Older brother of two sister

Pansexual

Gekko

Grafitti artist

Is an only child but is very close to the children is his neighborhood

Gay

That guy looks so gay I'm gonna cry

Has a dog named Lizard

Him and Raze talk to each other in Spanish and Portuguese and it's an absolute nightmare for others to decifrate their alien language

Asked Sage if people actually eat dogs in Asia and was punished for a week, Reyna had lots of fun

Jett still teases him about it

She told Iso about that and every time Gekko asks him what he's eating he says it's dog

Him and Deadlock are actually chill about each other for as long as one doesn't cross the other's boundaries when it comes to his radivores

Deadlock

This woman doesn't have a drop of heterosexuality on her body

She thought she liked Iso but it turned out he was just the only one not asking her to get along with radivores and radiants

Hates when she's called by her first name

Skye, Sage and Sova call her Iselin or Ise

Lost contact with her family and legally got rid of her last name Legally got rid of her last name as a way to try to protect her parents from potential threats related to her missions (edited bc apparently Frøya and Anna were indeed Iselin's sisters and I was too stupid to notice)

Fadeskyelock(?)

Used to go on lots of missions involving radivores before the VP but after the polar bear she didn't trust herself near them again

Graduated in biology

She wanted to be a scientist when she was a kid

Used to be obsessed about radivores and radiance before the bear

Iso

Can't cook for his life

Used to think he liked Deadlock but it was just compulsory heterosexuality

Aroace

Not much close with most agents but Sage and Deadlock

Him and Raze are absolute nightmares to go in mission with, those mfs listent to music so loud they can't hear anything else

KJ was scared of him

Only listens to music that are on languages he doesn't speak

Raze showed him Brazilian funk and he started listening to it during missions

Clove

Don't give a shit if they're misgendered

The pet rock is to throw at those who insist that they're a woman even after they correct them

Sleeps the whole day and is awake during the whole night

Immortal, queer, sleeps during the day... Are they a vampire?!

Randomly dresses up fancy and stays on that fit for the whole day, they can be seen wearing a suit during missions in breeze

Spends all their time awake doing unproductive stuff

Vyse

Was a physicist and later got into engeneering

She can't really remember those last years before the scions took her

Was took by the scions by Omen but none of them know

Doesn't like Iso

Her and Viper used to be very close friends, their friendship cou be compared to Jett and Phoenix's, they were very spontaneous

The "incident" was something involving her but no one really remember how it was

Ace

Had a cat named Jaguar

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hermitessun · 7 months ago

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Yod observations

the yod is a rare astrological configuration in a birth chart that comprises two quincunx/inconjunct aspects and one sextile.

also known as the "finger of God" or "finger of fate."

- the Yod in astrology is often found in the charts of people whose lives are colored by intensity and constant adjustment

- what crosses your path often involves some scare, shock, security threat, or some other uncomfortable situation over which you cannot exercise any influence. Strange events simply "happen," often out of the blue — yod bearers just get into situations all the time,

-> therefore I advise yod bearers to not limit themselves by conforming to societal rules, or norms, you as an individual do best when creating your own set of rules (ex.: princess diana)

Diana made remarks about always feeling different, like she was carrying a burden that she was unable to articulate, but always knew was there. Her intuition, she said, told her that life would be a winding road, always feeling separate from others; never feeling in the right place.

That is quite the description of how the Yod in astrology functions in an individual

- a yod bearer mostly invokes their own spotlight, not through somebody else. it is uniquely them in it.

for example, Russian model Irina shayk. Despite being in a relationship with famous Ronaldo and gaining fame through him, she had also been quite prominent before, through her beauty and magnetic hue. she also maintained her own identity and got her own unique spotlight whilst dating him. after dating him, her life and her fame was still about her

Georgina Rodriguez, Ronaldo’s current girlfriend, gorgeous as well, but it is undeniable that the spotlight she found herself in was through Ronaldo, she is frequently associated with him. The football star is a huge part of her life. this is by no means hate towards her, I’m a huge fan. just a simple observation.

another example of this “spotlight effect” created by the yod aspect in a birth chart is the super famous Brazilian model Adriana Lima, who is arguably one of the most famous if not the most famous Victoria secret angel. in interviews as well as with the opposite sex she receives more fame and attention than her co-models and this is very VERY apparent.

-> it is almost as if the energy of a yod bearers is very potent and distinguished, that the spotlight and attention… good or bad…. Comes very easy to them.

- yod bearers are also characterized by a tough, intense element, a perfect example being no other than Cristiano Ronaldo. Ronaldo's childhood is marked by hardship and loss (like the death of his father for example). in his adult years despite being undoubtedly amazing at what he does, he is a continuous target for hate.

Messi, his counterpart and challenger, without a yod is very rarely the subject of salty talk. usually when he is addressed, it will be in a manner in which he is admired and praised, as Messi oozes this very humble, calm energy. Ronaldo's yod makes him intense and polarizing, the public feels entitled to talk shit.

Another example of this side effect, is the young Spanish footballer Pablo gavi. if you know anything about gavi, it will be that he is the target for hate within the soccer audience. Similar to Ronaldo, he has a very intense aura that is frequently read as arrogance or conceit… however it is important to note that pablo isn’t the talkative type either… yet is often portrayed as unprofessional etc..

- I have noticed that people with a yod in their chart not only possess a distinctive energy about them, as stated above, .. but are also surrounded by a very sultry air. Here are examples of yod bearers :

#astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #yod #quincunx #sextile #Venus #mars #astro #astro community

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dysany · 6 months ago

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Random PJO secondary characters headcanon

This is kinda long and I still have more, so don't say I didn't warn you

Ellis Wakefield and Mitchell are close friends, and no one knows exactly how it happened because they are so different that it's a shock to see them so casually together. Ellis once lost a bet and had to let Mitchell do eyeliner on him, the entire camp was obsessed with how good he looked.

Malcolm and Connor are both really smart, in differents ways. Malcolm can quote entire books and the periodic table off the top of his head, Connor knows different languages, forms of trade and knows many places. But they are the dumb x dumber couple when they're together

Damien is everywhere, somehow this boy is friend with almost everyone in the CHB. He is friends with Nico, Lou Ellen, Cecil and Will and they sometimes hang out together. Mitchell, Ellis and Clovis always call him out for whatever nonsense they are doing. He gets along very well with most of the Seven. Malcolm always goes to him for an opinion. Something about him being the son of the goddess of balance and justice really makes his presence kind of cool even when he in his silly day. He and Chiara are dating for almost one year before telling the others, no one is surprised

Jake Manson was Will first crush in the camp. He was also very close to Michael and had a crush on him. After the accident, he was paralyzed in half his body and the camp adapted several ramps for him to move with the wheelchair. His brothers created a mechanical endoskeleton that allows him to stand on his own, but sometimes it gets tired so they need to be careful with him. Jake hates how fragile he feels now, but he's learning to get back on track in his own way.

Clovis is so good at lying, he confuses even people who know the truth. Hypnos' children are very close to their father because Hyp visits them a lot in dreams. Clovis has the power to control dreams, which makes him a valuable ally in battle and on several occasions he has managed to confuse enemies, check plans and pass information to allies through dreams. He is also very gossipy and Mitchell knows all the things at camp because of Clovis. Are you having insomnia? Cabin 15 always has its doors open for any demigod.

Paolo is brazilian and he introduced a lot of brazilian culture to the camp. In June and July, we have a party in Brazil called "festa junina/julina" and Paolo made a point of presenting this to the camp, with various typical foods and colorful little flags around the camp, and brazilian songs around the camp fire. This became something so cool and the party was a sucess, especially for the younger ones, so Quiron started holding cultural parties at the camp so campers from different countries could express their culture.

Iris' cabin is ironically preferable to neutral colors and her children tend to be mistaken for Ares' children. They are well used to dark colors, as well as being on the battlefield, but they are super attentive to their mother and defend Iris whenever necessary. They also don't need to pay to use Iris's message because she has favorites and always expresses how much she loves her children.

The children of Venus, from the roman camp, took a while to get used to the children of Aphrodite. In the events with the two camps, they slowly became attached to their half siblings. The children of Venus taught many fighting techniques, and the children of Aphrodite reminded them how beauty is not fragility.

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devflamme · 3 months ago

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ok. wtf was that episode. lemme breathe for a second. i took so many screenshots. i have so many things to say. my knee hurts so bad and this happens all the time i watch a new episode. i think its my anxiety acting up

agatha all along spoilers below 🫵

so, first things first. i think im gonna do probably 3 posts. i have TOO MANY SCREENSHOTS and ANNOTATIONS, and i want to talk about every single one of them. ALSO, i did most of my annotations while watching the brazilian dub of the show (after watching the original three times) so some lines may be a little different from the original.

- the way jen and lilia were just gossiping about alice when she was right beside them just broke me into laughter, actually. theyre so weird.

- even though im a firm believer of the "agatha never went down the road" theory, this screenshot speaks louder than my beliefs. agatha went down and was the only one who survived. she probably didnt even help that much during the trials and just let everyone die like the "undeserving witches" they probably were in her eyes. still wanna know if agatha sees everyone in her current coven (created by pure pressure) as deserving of their power. her pep talk to jen in the third episode spoke lots to me.

- i love the way that jen and agatha fight ALL the time and that makes them very siblings coded to me (i dont have anything against shipping them, its just not my cup of tea) and also the way that she talks to lilia - its gentler than she does normally. she is softening up, little by little, and i love that. i know that most people do like agatha more as a villain/grey character, but i would love to see more soft moments of her, just like in this episode.

- goober. just wanted to say that

- this sequence right here just made me BREAK into a cackle. rio giving agatha a flower, calling her "my lady" while agatha just wanted to rip her head off and give it for scratchy to eat. theyre so cute! i want what they have!

- The Goobers. this episode was SO made for me, the biggest agatha&teen connoisseur out there. the way that teen followed agatha because he recognized rio and noticed how uncomfortable and angry agatha was in that moment. even though he was a little annoying, calling rio CHARISMATIC in front of AGATHA, he was still gentle, knowing that their relationship was, well, fucked up. love him a lot.

- found family but they all fucking hate each other. but they also love teen. god i could spend hours talking about them.

- another thing. the Ballad and the Road have a different order. "gather witches, fire, water, earth and air". in my head, the trials are: water as the first, fire as the second, air as the third, earth as the fourth. this makes sense because:

jen's trial was the water trial, the first. alice's trial was the fire trial, the second. lilia's trial is the air trial, the third. but the fourth trial is teen's (if im not wrong), so it does not make too much sense if his trial is earth-themed. even so im dropping this here. feel free to correct me in the replies 🫡

and now i have to make another post because i can't put any more pics. shit

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #teen agatha all along #lilia calderu #alice wu gulliver #jennifer kale #rio vidal

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crazylittlejester · 1 month ago

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I so want to draw the modern boys in funny situations, but I dont really know what they wear! Like, does War still like to wear scarves? Do they all have some reference to their lu conterparts?

War has a weird collection of scarves, but his favorite is one hand knitted by (I cannot remember her name for the life of me but Zelda)

Does Sky have a blanket (sailcloth) he sleeps with that Sun made him? His red earrings?

Maybe Twi with a those little fur pelts people put on their belts? Or a necklace that looks like the shadow crystal, but its really just a cool rock he found one day that he turned into a necklace? Does he still have his facial tattoos? What do his tattoos look like, and what peircings does he have??

okay first of all THATD BE SO COOL IF YOU DREW THEM OH MY GOD, second: THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME PERMISSION TO YAP ABOUT THEIR CLOTHES AND WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE BECAUSE I HAVE HAD THEIR DESIGNS FLOATING IN MY BRAIN FOR SO MANY MONTHS (also my bad for spelling mistakes im dyslexic and also tired and my brain is turning off 💔💔💔 i might have forgotten a few details because my head hurts but i think i got the important things??)

Wars:

His summer and winter wardrobes have completely different personalities. In warmer weather he wears a lot of crop tops or just shirts that just reach the top of his pants so long as his arms are down, and also just tighter fitting tops, because he’s absolutely a “big pants, little shirt” kinda guy. He has a love hate relationship with jeans, he only puts up with them in the summer if there are just no other pants that will fit his vibe, and the second his frontal lobe fully develops /j and he locks in to life he will probably never touch another pair of jeans again. He’s young, he had a uniform he had to wear in grade school, he’s fucking around with fashion. But he ALWAYS eats.

His winter wardrobe is what his sense of style will fully transform into in a few years: nice pants, solid color t-shirts under a cardigan, or just a full on sweater. he has a collection of rather nice coats. He doesn’t wear a whole lot of scarves YET, he’s got a couple but the collection will grow as the years go on aldkkdd. His iconic blue scarf was split into two objects in this au: A blue scarf that Wild knit for him when he retired from skating and was having a rough time, and a very very soft blanket that Athena (his Zelda :)) gifted him for his birthday one year. Athena has definitely also made him a scarf, she does crafts too :) but his blue one was from Wild

His hair is bleached blond and straightened every morning, because it’s naturally very dark brown and curly. The modern au is just a modernized version of hyrule kingdom, but in our world he’d be brazilian/scottish, and he does have a slightly darker skin tone, he’s not super pale (he looks just like my regular version of Wars I write/have drawn a few times because he’s just a modernized version of my regular Wars :)). He also has glasses but wears contacts for the most part, because unfortunately for him he is blind as fuck aldkdkdd. He has his ears pierced, he usually just has simple silver studs in just so the holes don’t close (he’s paranoid about that), but he has other bigger earrings if he’s trying to match them with an outfit, and he usually wears eyeliner. He also has freckles, and a DECENT amount of em, but he covers those up with makeup. He rarely half commits to a look when he leaves the apartment, he either dresses up and fully does his makeup and hair and puts his contacts in, or he puts on a casual outfit and wears a hat because he hates his hair

Sky:

He dresses like an english teacher, which is the direction he’s planning on going in for his future job, but he’s already got the sweaters and general vibe at 21 years old and it’s really funny. On the days he’s too exhausted to really dress up, sweatpants and a hoodie will do. He always looks slightly disheveled, but in a frustratingly charming way that has Warriors screaming at a wall because his morning routine is very long and he’s rarely happy with how he looks and Sky can just roll out of bed, wash up, run a hand through his hair and somehow look perfect and this annoys him

He does have his red earrings!! And his sail cloth in his au IS a blanket that was a gift from Sun :) She made it from him the first year they dated after he had a health scare and was just not doing good for about a month. The blanket brought him a LOT of comfort then, and it still does now :)

His hair is dark brown and curly (not as curly as Wars’s is naturally but still curly and not wavy), and he’ll color it sometimes so it’ll end up brown but slightly red toned. He has a much darker skin tone than the other two, and his eyes are a dark gray

Twilight:

He owns like. 8 pairs of INCREDIBLY similar looking jeans and probably five too many flannels. If he EVER forgot it was halloween and he just ended up wearing his normal clothes he could probably say he chose to be dean or sam winchester and people would believe it. Warriors makes jokes about how Twi has like 7 different versions of the SAME outfit all the time, but he also borrows one very specific jacket of Twi’s because its big on him and will fit over other layers so he can’t complain too much or Twi won’t let him wear it anymore. He and Wars are opposites in the sense that if Wars is “big pants little shirt” Twi is “big shirt little pants”. Though at night that switches, because Twi sleeps in big ass flannel pants (you will never get him away from his emotional support flannel) and a tight fitting t shirt or tank top (he gets hot at night) and Wars is the guy in shorts and a GIGANTIC hoodie who walks around complaining he’s cold as if he does not own multiple pairs of sweatpants (which he primarily wears when he skates). (Sky owns ACTUAL pajamas)

He doesn’t really have anything that would be a pelt, the closest thing would be a very fluffy gray blanket his adoptive mom/aunt Malon bought him when he moved out. He DOES have a rock necklace!!! He likes rocks and Hyrule knows this, so it was a gift from Hyrule (who is the Rock Guy of the friend group aldkdkkd). He doesn’t have his facial tattoos, but he has a lot of others. All of his tattoos are on the left side of his body; left arm, left hip, left side of his chest right over his rib cage. Most of them are different animals he really likes all pieced together, others are small designs that represent people he loves. He also has a matching tattoo with Sky, which is a bird sitting on a goat’s head and a little cat is nearby (Twi’s is on the inside of his wrist, Sky’s is above his ankle, and because each animal is supposed to represent each of them they got Wars a bracelet with the little animals on it so he could be included too). He has three lobe piercings (on each side), and then just on his left he has a helix piercing, and a left eyebrow piercing. He also has a scar just before his hairline because when he was around nine he cracked his head open, and that is ALSO on his left side of his face. (he intentionally puts everything on the left, tho the scar he definitely had no control over because he was a child and fell)

His hair is brown and has a little bit of a wave to it, and his skin tone is darker than Wars’s but lighter than Sky’s. His eyes are brown, he’s got big ol’ sad brown eyes

ALSO!! Wolfie in this au is a very sweet dog who lives on the ranch that Twi rescued :)

#jes ask #jes’s miscellaneous modern au #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu sky

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turntechgaykid · 11 months ago

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My Headcanons for the Strawhats: (Monster Trio)

Luffy:

- Low-key has REALLY bad abandonment issues (see him telling Ace he keeps following him into a dangerous forest bc it makes him feel less alone, Sabo's 'death', Saboady, Marineford, etc)

- Autistic

- When he relaxes/sleeps his body will become super slack an his arms an legs will spread out all over

- HATES the cold and his body hurts when it's too cold out (rubber breaks easily when frozen)

- Will drink but is superrrrrrr picky about booze

- Has very green eyes an no one can convince me otherwise

- Love language is Physical touch (He bites people, affectionately)

- (Based on my Headcanons that Luffy is Brazilian and Robin is Peruvian) His first language is Portuguese an if he forgets a word he'll ask Robin to translate

- Favorite color is red (any shade)

- Likes collecting shiny rocks/pretty sea shells

- Is the most emotionally intelligent person on the crew an has really good observation skills but takes most things at face value/doesn't question them bc he can't understand why someone wouldn't want to show/say exactly what they mean

- If he cries or gets embarrassed enough to blush he'll cover his face with his hat

- Likes when Nami/anyone paints his nails but can never sit still long enough to get them done nicely

- Ambidextrous

- Knows a lot about bugs and can rattle off facts about them for hours

- Really really good at guessing games to the point everyone thinks he's cheating somehow

- Has stretch marks alllll over

- Eats so much bc his stomach stretches no matter how much he eats so he never really feels 'full'

- Has HATED Garp ever since he did nothing to help during Marineford

Zoro:

- Has dimples but he's insecure so he tries hiding them

- Everyone thinks he has green eyes but I think he has brown eyes

- His love language is Acts of service

- Extremely touch starved (if someone plays with his hair he is passing out IMMEDIATELY)

- Secretly loves that (other then Robin) Chopper always goes to him first for everything

- Really loves forests, if they land on an island with one he's most likely heading there first

- Unofficial Official first mate of the strawhats

- When it comes to keeping the crew safe he trusts Robin & Sanji the most (other then the Captain ofc) because he knows they won't hesitate to kill someone they're fighting

- Nami is like a sister to him

- Is actually REALLY good at math an confused tf out the crew when they found out (is now in charge of keeping track of the amount of necessities on the ship or how much they need for a certain amount of time)

- Will forget how long he's been going when training an won't realize til someone stops him

- Gets worried/nervous anytime he watches someone walking down stairs

- Knows a shit ton of knife/sword tricks (can absolutely swallow a sword)

- Doesn't like showers bc he hates water on his face

- Is willing to follow Luffy's orders without question (Post time skip, Pre time skip -specifically before thriller bark- Zoro would still question Luffy)

- One of the few Straw hats that hasn't dated anyone (Sanji had some flings w/ regulars at Baratie, Usopp w/ Kaya, Nami had a few flings here an there, Franky had been with a few people back on water 7 and Brook had been with a few people back when he was alive)

- His favorite color is Sage green/Gold

- Taught Chopper some sword fighting techniques (Brook also joined in an taught Chopper some of his moves)

- Loves taking naps with Chopper (Chopper is low-key his favorite person on the crew)

- He an Robin have little competitions to one up eachother with gifts or things for Chopper bc they both wanna be his favorite >:)

Sanji:

- Loves the ocean/thinks it's the most beautiful part of nature ever

- Either is a Queer Cis guy OR a Queer Trans woman<3

- Ace was absolutely his gay awakening but he thought it was a 'fluke' til he stayed on the momorio island and accepted himself

- Sees it as a HUGE compliment when anyone on the crew gains weight bc it reaffirms he's doing his job well :)

- Loves loves loves all animals and won't let anyone hurt them (including rodents/other "gross" animals)

- Has insectophobia/arachnophobia and OCD

- HATES having anything covering to much of his face/head bc of the mask Judge had him in

- Pulls on his hair when frustrated/angry/overwhelmed/etc.

- French is his first language

- Knows how to figure skate, do ballet and learned gymnastics

- His love language is Words of affirmation

- Writes letters to Zeff at least once a week (after the events at WCI he started addressing Zeff as Dad in his letters)

- Is secretly writing his own cookbook

- Has anisocoria, effects his right eye (anisocoria can easily be confused with heterochromia. It gives the appearance of two different eye colors, but the variation only relates to pupil size — which can cause one eye to look darker than the other — not the actual eye color.)

- Sanji an Usopp are actually really close (both their moms passed bc of sickness both had shit dads plus soba mask + sogeking friendship is superior)

- Sees Zoro as a brother (their dynamic is like the eldest brothers who try to compete over everything)

- Sees Robin as a mother figure but low-key feels guilty about it

- Told Nami everything about his past after WCI and they're really close now

- Sees Luffy a bit as an obnoxious younger brother

- When it gets really hot he'll let Chopper sit inside/in front of the freezer for a little bit

#one piece #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #straw hat pirates #monster trio #acesan #only a little though

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hey-i-am-trying · 8 months ago

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WE DON'T HAVE PROOF THE RESET WILL FIX ANYTHING ABOUT THE ADMINS' SITUATION, YOU JUST BELIEVE THEY WILL.

The issues in the server have not been fixed you just have faith they are going to be fixed.

I believe I have been trying to be very nice, to be very respectful of all sides. I have defended and criticized QuackityStudio, Quackity himself, and Léa whenever I saw fit to do so, and I tried to give equal treatment to everyone and be respectful to everyone except those who spread misinformation.

I have been called a Quackity hater, a bootlicker for Quackity, accused of not supporting the admins, accused of hating the project, being told my critical posts were doomposting, and now I am seeing people saying here and on twitter that me not wanting to support the project after the server reset is good. After all, I am a negative fan, I am one of those annoying brazilians that hated Quackity, so good ridence, right?

If you want to believe that the server reset will allow things to get better, that is something you are free to do. But what about not going to people's asks with a passive-aggressive attitude while hiding behind your little anon masks? And I don't mean just my asks

And that is honestly fine, it is fine to believe things are going to be better. But you don't have to be brilliant to see the red flags that we are still receiving from the current management.

Let's talk about how the current management didn't even care to talk with CherryBee and Ryan properly and ghosted them for months. And don't come with the poor excuse of "they couldn't promise anything, they couldn't apologize", because hey, let you on a little secret, you can talk with someone without promising or apologizing. They decided to end the eggs arc, and nobody seems to know when they made this decision, does it hurt to send an email saying "Unfortunately, we weren't able to continue with the eggs characters". CherryBee and Ryan were not giving the most bar low etiquette that the most soulless corporation could give.

CherryBee was only contacted recently, she has been hopeful things would get better until being contacted, she and Ryan spoke openly about wanting to return, they didn't even release any statement until this moment. Why were the admins for Richas, Pepito, Leo, Lullah, and Chayanne allowed to say goodbye to the players but Ryan and CherryBee weren't? The only distinction was that they both were openly friends with admins who were fired, let go, or resigned. I am not saying that is the reason why they both weren't contacted but I could tell what that looks like, it looks like retaliation for showing public support to the other ex-admins. God knows what is happening with 춘식, just know they also didn't get to say any goodbye to the players or audience.

Also, let's talk about this clown show here:

Using the Ricardão(not Richas, Ricardão) farewell for the ghosties as marketing for a figurine one day after Richas officially died is definitely a choice, a dumb one, an incredibly insensitive one, but a choice nonetheless.

But let's talk about how this shows they didn't stop to exploit the admins even the ones that they fired already. So, Elks(he/it) used to be the head writer of qsmp, but he also was responsible for creating concept art and models for characters. He created the entire design and models of Pomme and Richas, it is the intellectual owner of their designs, seeing as part of its TOS was that he was not relinquishing the rights of the designs for the client. Quackity Studio doesn't have the rights over Richas' and Pomme's designs, Elks was not consulted about the figures, he didn't even know they were being made.

The only reason QuackityStudio didn't receive legal consequences for keep selling the figurines is that Elks doesn't have how to at the moment.

So is very fun to see QuackityStudio will keep exploiting artists even after firing them.

Believe what the fuck you want to believe will happen next, but don't come to me and act as if your beliefs are based on facts and mine are born out of hysteria.

#qsmp #qadmin situation #qsmp discourse

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possuir-se · 9 months ago

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i finished heartbreak high. let's talk about it

as usual, i'm brazilian, my english is shit etc etc

theres no order here, only chaos

i missed amerie with malakai SO MUCH they are so cute and funny together, but here is my problem: why the writers can't have one couple last? there is always SO MUCH DRAMA around it, for christ sake. when malakai was sure about amerie she wasn't and when she was he wasn't. my fear is that they will do like sex education, and they won't be together in the end (like when they weren't in the finale). they only gave us crumbs, CRUMBS of malakai+amerie and i'm not ok with that.

spider and missy??????????????? i didn't know that i needed that? they were SO cute i was kicking my feet watching them. His mother sucked btw (WTF was that?), jesus. but the whole buildup was awesome. i liked the way was handled the whole ''i can't get it up'', she was so kind all the time, and i get, it takes time to trust someone. i posted last time that nobody had asked for them together, now i'm asking for more!!!!! (AND THE REDEPTION ARC FOR SPIDER?????? I FUCKING KNEW IT)

quinni? they didn't much with her? i'm kinda of disappointed? her arc was that everything was changing? she was crucial for the investigation, but? just that? i hated that

(almost) ZERO DUSTY? THANK U

ca$h and darren, it was so toxic in some moments. i was really sad. they fought a lot and didn't understand each other most of the time. their scenes together were awesome, but i don't know. i wasn't a fan. don't get me wrong, i love them. but it was missing something for me.

i'm actually a certified psychologist, so i can talk about rowan for hours, but i won't. just gonna say psicosis.

im gonna wrap this up

the origin of ca$h??? i cried, not gonna lie.

malakai in bed crying for the breakup had me LAUGHING MY ASS OFF

spider going down on missy is going to haunt me in my grave

we had bi malakai but at what cost???????????????????

i LOVED harper and ant, and loved haper's arc

i wanna see stories on ao3 LET'S GO PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#heartbreak high #heartbreak high netflix #spencer white #amerie x malakai #amerie wadia #malakai mitchell #harper mclean #darren rivers #douglas ca$h piggott #quinnie

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manhattanstrawberry · 2 months ago

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𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙕𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙄𝘿𝘼𝙔

Synopsis: You’ve got it cut out for you as Japan’s top model, the constant flights, fittings, photo shoots and shows wear down on you and the world loves you but the love of 8 billion people will never amount to his. After finding yourself in an unfortunate situation in Rio de Janeiro, he sees you again but you’re two different people now, but maybe time is just a catalyst.

Tags: happy ending, friends to lovers, you and shoyo don’t see each other for years, complicated reunion, yearning, mutual pining, you hate him but not really

Warnings: mdni, mild angst, sexual content

Word count: 6.5k

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Authors note: yas first chapter. I honestly did have a hard time writing this but I enjoyed every moment. If you are Brazilian and you do speak Brazilian Portuguese please feel free to comment on the translations in this chapter, I did use a translator for it but I don’t think they’re the most trustworthy. When you read this you’ll definitely think that some of the choices made are stupid which is completely fair but this is inspired by ‘Roman Holiday’ and this is what happens in the movie lol. Enjoy!!

next chapter

The fluttering of your eyelids are continuous as the warm rays of sun sneak through the floor length curtains of your bedroom. The floor is covered with dancing lights as a slight wind picks up and greets your windows. You squirm under the thick duvet, chasing the warmth today has given you almost as if it was bidding its last goodbyes. The sounds of the bustling city below are barely heard in your haze. You can feel the joy through your veins, incredibly comfortable and unbothered, as you indulge in your laze. As the world waits for you, you find yourself drifting back to sleep, taking a bit longer to fall asleep due to the excitement you feel for the short seconds you have to yourself.

The luxury of having an hour to oneself is unheard of for you though as the door to your safe haven is slammed open. An unappreciative and annoyed groan leaves you as you cover yourself further with the duvet, hiding yourself from the world, your responsibilities and your assistant.

You, the soft covered lump on the bed slightly shifts before going completely still. You couldn’t possibly think that because you can’t see her she can’t see you. Her presence was loud, hard to ignore but not impossible as you find yourself falling asleep once more.

There’s a tug at your feet, careful not to cause any shock but to try to bring you back to earth. There's a slight movement of your leg running away from the idea of having to be of use very soon. Your feet begin to feel cold before the warm sun casts its hello on your toes. Your eyes flicker under the coverings as you peek above the duvet to find your bedroom dyed with warm tones, you turn and squint at the intrusion of the brightness as well as the figure standing by your windows opening them further allowing the fresh warm air to enter the room.

You feel hot and overwhelmed, as your coverings are pushed on to the carpet from your light kicks, escaping to the hard wooden floors. Turning away from the figure by your windows you feel a breeze wash over you and the morning fatigue entices you once again.

You hear a muffled attempt of your name. You wondered how long you can go without another disturbance, instead a pinch on your ankle has your eyes wide and your name clear in your ears.

“Good morning to you too, you look very comfortable but I'm afraid it’s time to get up.” You hear the clinking of glasses against each other and thuds across different areas of the room. You rolled your eyes and pouted, hiding your face further into the pillow. Gosh couldn’t she be a bit gentle.

Your name left her lips once again with a warning tone behind it before you felt the sting of her fingers once more on your ankle.

“Would you stop that!” A pillow fell to the floor from the impact on her chest. She took a look at your face due to your sitting position now, your legs spread out on the bed as your face began to relax once more.

“I’m sorry.” A tired mummer left your lips, as your head bobbed downward. A soft smile graced her lips, feeling a little sorry for the sudden awakening.

“Your flight is in three hours, don’t you think it's time to prepare to leave.” She picked up the fallen pillow by her side and moved to your left to pick up the sheets and coverings that had fallen to the floor previously, placing them softly beside your leg.

“I brought you something to eat quickly, be ready in the next thirty minutes please,” She paced around the room checking if anything else needed to be packed. “Did you pack enough? I heard you might be there longer than the three days so be prepared.” Her questions continued as you begrudgingly left your bed, groggily walking over to the bathroom door, answering every question with a simple yes or no or short answer. The wooden floors felt cold under the soles of your feet contrasting with the warm air around your shoulders, the chirping of birds seemed to come to an abrupt end. Maybe it was also time for them to start their day.

“Thank you, Yume.” Despite the fatigue painted on your face your smile expressed the abundant gratitude you had for her. You closed the bathroom door and undressed yourself to shower before getting ready for gruelling hours that you were headed for.

Your upper body was kept safe from the late October chill due to the fitted blazer you adorned, unfortunately you couldn’t say the same for your legs as the short fitted skirt paired with smooth stockings did nothing but invite the cold air.

To be a model.

You were immediately enveloped into the air conditioned chill as you entered the company’s building. The cold seemingly got worse the further you went up the building. Having a short meeting before heading to the airport weighed down on you and your actions this morning. You realised that maybe you shouldn't indulge in the warm embrace of the morning and allow yourself to have a moment of peace. You felt a bit unprepared for the trip ahead though everything was perfect and prepared.

The meeting was short, going over only the simple but necessary things you’d need to know and have, to guarantee smooth travelling. You left the building with a handful of sunscreen (“you can’t die early from the sun rays!” A stylist warned you), a guidebook on the city, a portuguese language book and many other miscellaneous items you felt like a spoiled child heavily doted on by their grandparents. Despite the fact that Yume had mentioned a slight overstay this morning you had barely paid attention to her due to your tiredness, and the surprise from the director that you may be staying a bit more than 3 days resided at the front of your head. Another reason to regret your behaviour this morning.

The drive to the airport gave you a semblance of the peaceful morning you had, you indulged in the silence of the ride before you would have to enter the busy airport and later on a city so alive you could feel the tiredness seep in from the future.

Arriving at the airport and boarding the plane was civil enough, your assistant and team bit their tongues for the journey to Rio de Janeiro to refrain from overwhelming you. The busy weeks you had lived before were filled with non-stop travelling, photoshoots and runway shows. It seemed you had been ‘graciously’ given just one day for a break in between your arrival from London and your departure to Brazil.

To be a model, you suppose.

Stepping out from the vehicle, you were presented with the tall building of the Hilton Barra Rio de Janeiro. The warm air of Rio embraced you and you could immediately feel the difference from the cold Tokyo air. Your hotel room was nothing short of luxurious with a beautiful view of the clear waters of Rio. The playful smiles graced the faces you saw down below you on the sand of the beach, you yearned to go down there and enjoy the grains of sand as you wiggle your toes, the fresh scent of salty sea taking over you as you run towards the vast ocean. Your dream was cut short with a sudden intrusion of your room as you turned away from the window to greet whoever just disrupted the heaven in your head.

“I suppose this is just what you do now.” A dramatic sigh fell from you .

“Don’t make fun of me,” Yume huffed. “You’re going to meet the son of the Director’s colleague for dinner tonight, a proper greeting is a must.”

A deep sigh left your lips, after a long flight you believed you were deserving of some well needed rest. Your eyes fell back down to the groups of people splayed out along the beach, lining the shore. It was late, so late.

Do they always get to have fun like that?

The sounds of their laughter could almost be heard in your head through the way their chests heaved up and down from the boisterous laughs that bounced off of each other. As the ball met with their feet you could almost feel the impact and hear the small thud echo, and the clinking of the beer bottles against each other as they cheered. Maybe it was someone's birthday or maybe for them life itself was something to celebrate everyday, particularly on the beach at 9 P.M on a Monday night. The melody of flip flops against the pavement sounded in your head, every sound you imagined from the picture in front of you created an ensemble where you wanted to go down there yourself, perhaps you’d play the triangle. The sound of your name overruled the dreams flooding your imagination. Your eyes moved away from the excitement down below and settled on the sea in front of you, the moon casting a silver lining on the small waves. The silence in the room was deafening, your thoughts coming in right after the other.

It's 9 PM. Don't they know I just came off of a long flight. Why can’t we just have breakfast in the morning?

You wanted to scowl, beg to postpone and offer an opportunity for breakfast in the morning but you only turned to look at Yume with a bright smile as she awaited your response.

“Okay I’ll get ready now. I look forward to it.”

10 P.M and you were nowhere near your bed. The long black dress fitted on your body could almost compete with the heat of the sun on a summers day as you walked through the wide hallway towards the elevator. Your thin heels threatening to give out on you, tapped against the marble floors. You were almost hoping they'd give out so you could fall and be knocked unconscious. Your shoulders felt a bit lighter from the lack of fabric, thankful that a strapless dress had been chosen for tonight, you feared for the heat you might meet later in the night.

Unbelievably tired, you kept your posture straight and a graceful smile adorned your face as you walked towards your table. Seated at the table was the son of your director’s colleague and a few others you assumed were his subordinates.

“Goodnight, It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He stood up, shaking your hand gently with your name leaving his lips along with his greeting.

“It’s lovely to meet you as well Mr. Iwasaki.” You politely bowed your head, shaking his hand with the same gentleness he presented you with. He pulled your seat and urged you to take a seat. Introductions were tossed around before the table fell into a light conversation, your input heard every now and then.

“You must be wondering what I’m doing here in Brazil.” The man beside you gave you a short chuckle. You smiled softly, placing your glass to the table to nod.

“Do you work under your father’s company as a fashion designer?”

“Oh no, I don't think I had that in me, I’m a photographer for the company. I deal with other administrative things of course, but that’s what I do.” His finger tapped the table in a rhythm. You continued to converse with the man. You found out he would be conducting a few shoots with you throughout your time here in Rio for his fathers line. He found out that you had only arrived a little less than 3 hours ago after asking you how you had liked Rio., which was followed by his frantic apologies.

“It’s okay.” You softly laughed to ease his mind.

As the night carried on the group continued their conversation, sharing the ideas they had for the upcoming photoshoots, they moved on from talking about work to playful topics, informing each other what bars to visit next and activities they should partake in once they've finished their work.

The sway of the palm trees outside caught your eye from the large glass window on your left, kissed by the wind, dancing to the music you're sure was blasting on the beach outside. The conversation around you seemed to go silent as you drowned into your head again, the sound of waves and the feel of the cool salty water against your fingertips invaded your senses.

You wondered what time it was, there wouldn’t be anyone on the beach at this hour you assumed. After this you’d fall into the calm of your surroundings, watch from your window as the shore creeps up closer to the sand taking back its territory from the civilians who made home for a few hours earlier. Everything would be silent—asleep, the weight of the world removed for the few hours you'd be given for rest.

The call of your name brought you back down from your haze, turning to look at Yume who was beginning to stand up from her seat.

“It’s getting late, and we’re all a bit tired. I must say thank you for the warm welcome.” Yume extended her gratitude towards Mr. Iwasaki and his team.

“Oh of course, I’m sure you guys are very tired. Again I apologise for the late meeting after such a tiring day.” Mr. Iwasaki stood up and gently took your hand to help you up. He shook your hand once again. You expressed your gratitude to the man, as well as his team before heading off to your floor with the rest of your team.

“I’m sorry you all had to stay up even later to join me for dinner tonight.” You apologised to your team with a slight bow.

“Stop worrying about us and get some rest.” Tatsuki, one of your stylists reprimanded you. Saying your goodnights you entered your room, even more tired after Yume drilled you with your schedule for tomorrow, the products you should use on your skin tonight and the exact temperature at which your bath should be tonight. You did everything she said before bed, the thought of the beach lingered in your mind but the large duvet and fluffed pillows that decorated the large bed in front of you lured you. The room was chilled and you felt the exhaustion take over your body as you shifted to the side getting comfortable under the sheets. You lay awake for about 5 minutes before getting out of bed and rushing to the window, patience running thin frantically pushing the large curtains aside.

My God, they're still going!

You watched people across the shoreline engage in conversations, footballs flying across the air while others were drinking in groups with beer bottles scattered around their legs. You bit your lip and balled your fist with excitement. You made two choices right then and there you could A) Go back to sleep and get some much needed rest, to then wake up the next day to dive right into work or B) Japan’s top model will sneak out of her hotel room and have some of her own fun in Rio.

You watched as a football was kicked into the ocean, two men racing each other to get it before the other. You laughed under your breath. What were you thinking? Sneaking out of your hotel at 12 AM in the morning in an unfamiliar city. Absolutely out of this world. You looked at your bed for a second and then to the stretched beach down below.

I should fit right in

You walked along the sidewalk, the guidebook in one hand as you steadied your cap with the other. You decided to put on a short denim skirt with a flowy tank stop to calm the heat on your skin. The sound of your flip flops against the pavement increased the giddiness you felt coursing through you. Walking a bit further down the road closer to the beach you found a bar in the buildings lining the street. A large TV was hooked up to the top of its entrance playing a football game, and a few men and women stood outside watching the game. You took a few steps towards the bar leading you inside, taking out the pocket sized portuguese booklet from your backpocket.

“Olá, poderia me dar uma lim- No that 's not right.” You muttered under your breath. Flipping the pages with frantic movements of your fingers, the man at the bar watched you, patiently waiting for you with your broken portuguese. A bit concerned that a random woman wearing sunglasses and a cap was entering his bar this late.

“Olá, poderia tomar uma cerveja, por favor?” You corrected yourself.

[Hello, could I have a beer please?”]

The man nodded his head turning back to get a cold beer from the coolers. You looked around the store, the walls covered in graffiti and Brazilian art. Posters of brazilian athletes as well as artists and other public figures were splayed out across the wall. Some of them peeling off, threatening the floor to be covered with the face of a celebrity. Shelves messily nailed to the walls held old bottles of liquor. It was endearing.

Looking around more, your eyes widened. A photoshoot of yours from around a year ago plastered on the wall, the right corner of it trying to escape from the grasps of the glue. You lower your head a little bit more afraid to be recognized.

“7 reais.” He slammed the bottle on the table. You shuffled through your right pocket taking out the crumpled bills. You straightened them as you counted to then hand him his owed payment.

“Obrigado.” [Thank you] You smiled and turned back to leave the bar to continue your Rio escapades. The burn of the beer felt freeing as you continued to sip from the glass bottle. The slight dehydration from before leaving or possibly getting worse, you weren’t very sure the adrenaline from sneaking out still took over most of your senses. The excitement from the people on the roadside drinking, laughing and dancing to music blasting from a radio seemingly removed the weariness you dealt with earlier and encouraged you to keep going. You continued towards the beach, delightment filling your body watching all the different people engage with each other in many ways. Music filled your ears as you walked slowly along the sand watching some play football, some dancing, some playing a simple game of catch, the beach was alive and you were a part of it.

You secured your cap to ensure it hid enough of your face as you continued along the beach. The grainy though soft sand hugged your toes as you sought out the feeling of the salty waves covering you up to at least your ankles.

“Isso não fará nada com você!” [That won’t do anything to you!]

You turned around to the voice that boomed in your ear. A tanned woman with highlighted curly hair stood smiling at you, her eyes a bit droopy, you assumed whatever was in the cup she held was responsible.

You smiled back at her, nodding a bit. “Eu compro isso no bar perto da praia” [I buy this from the bar near the beach]

You grimaced at your poor attempt of explaining yourself but the woman only smiled further and took your hand pointing to a group of people a few feet away. You followed her only understanding small parts of her sentences as she spoke.

“Tem muitos perto da praia, mas eu sei de qual você está falando, ele vende cerveja falsificada na maior parte do tempo! Você precisa pegar algo do Brasil!” [There are many near the beach but I know which one youre talking about, he sells foreign beer most of the time! You need to get something from Brazil!] Her voice fought the loud music around you both. You nodded at her. She went into a cooler planted in the sand, rustling in it as if it were a treasure chest before taking out a clear bottle containing a transparent liquid with the slightest pink tint. She handed it to you, keeping her sentences a bit shorter as she realised you were not from here. You took a sip of the drink, slightly choking on the harsh feeling against your throat.

“Bom, certo?” [Good, right?] She smiled.

You nodded, your face slightly contorting, trying to get used to the drink. She laughed at the frown on your lips. It really was good, you could almost taste strawberries.

“Forte!” [Strong!] You shouted back at her causing her to burst into a fit of laughter before agreeing with you. After thanking her for the drink you continued to walk along the shore, so many people littered the beach so late, it was incredible. It seemed as if the beach stretched for miles and miles beyond your comprehension.

The effects of the drink were starting to wash over you as you began to stagger for a moment, you giggled under your breath as you seemed to get even more intoxicated. With the last bit of sense in your head you decided that maybe you should finish your drink and head back to the hotel immediately. You chugged the last bit of the drink in the bottle, standing for a few seconds looking around. It couldn’t be that hard to find a garbage bin, no?

You took up the challenge and walked towards an exit from the beach to head back onto the sidewalks. The beautiful sand you imagined wiggling your toes a few hours earlier seemed to be your worst enemy at the moment. Eventually getting to the sidewalk you looked across the street to find a small garbage bin sitting beside a plant belonging to another bar. This one was a bit different, still covered in posters and art with a flat screen hung up on the wall with a football match playing but there was a sitting area where a few tables were occupied with small groups.

You carefully crossed the street although there weren't many cars in motion at the moment, making a beeline to the bin tossing the bottle inside. Pleased with yourself you figured you’d start to head back to the hotel. Moving forward you slightly swayed, holding down your cap a bit to ensure it was secure on your head. No matter how intoxicated you were, you had the smallest bit of sense to keep your identity hidden as you had already seen a closed boutique near the bar with a taunting magazine stand holding magazines with your face plastered all over them.

Your steps were slow and short, your head hung down as you couldn’t bother to keep it upright any longer. You walked for about 4 minutes before raising your head to see if the hotel was anywhere in sight. Looking at the view in front of you, you turned your head to look behind you only to realise you had only walked a short distance away from the bar and only reached the top of the street. A sick feeling creeped up your neck, you had no idea where you were or where your hotel was. You wanted to pinch yourself for walking so far along the wide beach. You couldn’t help it.

You could still hear the laughter and loud talk of those at the bar down the road.

“Você ficou acordado esta noite por um bom motivo!” [You stayed up tonight for a good reason!”] You heard a boisterous laugh from one of the tables at the bar. The loud sound goes straight to your head, a fleeting ache felt at the front.

“Nunca mais farei isso!” [I’m never doing this again!] You heard a voice even louder, laughing to a group of men, as if he was two inches away from you. Great, someone even louder. You groaned at the ongoing sounds from the men at the bar, having no worries in the world at the moment. Deciding that you could either stand out here until you were sober and the sun peaked from the horizon or you could keep trying to find your hotel and hopefully avoid any danger. You walked a few steps more hoping that if you turned the corner your hotel would magically appear.

You looked before you as you turned the corner, your shoulders slumped as the street was lined with more shops that catered to the beach, the surfboards in front of the store beside you taunting you as you’re ready to turn the other way and try again.

Your body turns with barely any balance to support you. You hoped that walking down the road instead wouldn’t lead you to another misfortune but before you can turn the corner again, you feel yourself hit something hard, your body losing balance completely. Barely able to catch yourself in your intoxicated state you mentally prepare yourself to feel the rough concrete underneath you scrape your delicate skin, but it never comes. The warm breeze of the streets of Rio kisses your forehead, as your head falls to the side watching your sunglasses topple into the street.

Something— well someone was holding you up as you failed to hold yourself up.

“Desculpe! Você está bem?” [I’m sorry! Are you okay?”] You heard the stranger's voice, your eyes beginning to widen at the realisation that your sunglasses and your cap were on the ground. Your body felt heavy as the stranger held on to you, your legs almost giving up. You removed your hands that were settled on the strangers arms to bring them to your face, you weren't facing him and the angle at which he looked at you paired with the dark street, you doubt he could recognize you. You kept your hands over your face and straightened yourself to release yourself from the strangers arms.

“Thank you,” You muttered, not caring whether you were speaking Japanese or any other language. The strange froze for a second before watching your body sway as you reached for your cap on the floor, he moved closer to you, a gentle grip on your arm as you looked as if you were about to take a hard fall onto the sidewalk again.

“Are you sure you’re alright? I think we collided a bit too hard.” His eyebrows bent in concern, Japanese falling effortlessly from his lips. His excitement of bumping into someone who spoke the common language was completely overruled by his concern as you straightened your body only to stagger into his arms. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt, the feeling underneath your hands was warm and solid.

You looked at the man; the only reason you were upright at the moment.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You couldn’t see a thing.

His eyes widened before he hid his shock. Your name left his lips in a small whisper. Your body swayed again before he held you a bit tighter to prevent you from falling.

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?” He whispered. There was no one else nearby, even if he had shouted your name, he doubted anyone would hear. A part of him knew the softness of the voice had nothing to do with how many people were around or the lack thereof.

You looked at the man trying your best to focus your eyes, only making out ginger hair muted from the darkness of the street.

“Work.” You whispered back.

He looked at your face, he felt as if his body was shaking with an indescribable emotion. The hairs on his arms stood up as goosebumps formed across his skin. His calloused hands pressed a little further into your skin. A tinge of pink on his ears as he pursed his lips.

He didn’t bother to ask if you drank as he could smell the exact strong liquor Oikawa had told him to stay away from when he lost a match a few months prior. Clearly drunk and unable to really do anything, he needed to take you back to your hotel. Your hands moved from his shirt to hold on to his upper arms, to get some balance in your feet. The solid feeling under your fingers had you staggering as you tried to get a grip on his arms.

Your name left his lips again, it sounded nice, familiar.

“Where are you staying?”

You held onto his arms your grip tightening as you tried to recollect any memory of where you were a few hours before your adventure.

“Hotel.” He softly grinned at your vague answer.

“Do you know which one?” You looked at him in silence for 7 seconds straight before shaking your head.

“Do you have your phone?”

Another shake of the head.

“I think—I think I know the number.” You murmured quietly.

“Of the hotel?” Hopeful that he can get you back without any problems.

You shook your head once again. “Assistant.”

He reached for his back pocket to take his phone out as you reached in yours, shoving the guide book down on his chest. He grabbed it before it could fall. Still holding on to you with one hand around your shoulders, he held his phone and the guidebook in the other, balancing the two he attempted to open the guidebook before it fell to the floor. As he bent down back for the book, your body leaned to the side, lightly pressing on to him, before he stood once more to secure you.

“Hey, hold on to me tight okay?” He whispered to you once again, taking your arms to wrap them around his neck. Keeping them there you looked around you, your eyes unfocused as you looked at the sea on your right. You really had no idea where you were going. He opened the guidebook flipping to the small map of Rio de Janeiro taking up the first two pages of the book. He hoped he would see a circle or any indication of where you were staying but the map was unmarked. Knowing you it was probably a conscious decision to leave the map without any obstructions.

He put the book away and turned his attention back to you and his phone. Your body was losing energy by the minute, your arms starting to slip off his neck as he tightened his hold on you.

“Come on, let’s sit over there.” He nodded his head at the base of the railing across from you both, separating the beach below from the street you stood on.

“Can you walk?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, grabbing your cap from the floor, dusting it off on his shorts and placing it on your head along with your sunglasses.

You heard your name again and looked at his crouching figure in front of you. “Go on my back!”

“No, you're a stranger.” You slurred. You felt the exhaustion from today mix with the alcohol in your system.

Right, you can barely see right now and it's been years. His voice wouldn't suffice. But you’d probably try to run if he did say who he was and he needed to get you somewhere safe to rest.

“You need to sit, I’m sure you’re feeling tired and I need to call your assistant.” He reasoned with you as he stood back up. You took a deep breath and nodded, latching on to his arm instead. You tried your best to stay upright as the two of you crossed the road. He sat you down on to the concrete ledge as you lost balance once again leaning onto the railing behind you. He quickly sat beside you, holding your shoulders once again to keep you upright.

“Do you think you can remember her number?” He asked with uncertainty. You nodded, scraping at something on your skirt. “Um 8098—No,96, 8096xxxx”

He typed the number into his cell, repeating the numbers back to you. “Is that it?”

You nodded. He pressed the call button bringing it up to his ears, hearing the line ring once before you tried to sit yourself upright reaching for his arm. “Wait!” A bit louder than the whispering you were doing before.

“Is it the wrong number?” His eyebrows raised as he quickly hung up the call afraid to disturb the wrong person.

“No, but if she finds out I’ll be in huge trouble.” Your eyes shimmered from the slight glaze of your eyes as you whined at him. “I snuck out.”

He gazed down at your figure slumped against his shoulder, his eyebrows raised in shock at your actions of the night, before his eyebrows furrowed in concern at the realisation you weren’t too familiar with this city. “I wish you would’ve told someone you were going alone so late in the night just in case, it’s not safe to be all alone.”

You drunkenly nodded in agreement. He opened his phone once again and tried to call the number with a voice relaying that the number was out of service in his ear. He huffed a breath of defeat before deciding he needed to get you somewhere safe for the rest of the night.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe for the night, you can’t stay out on the street unless I stay out here with you until the sun is out.” He awaited your response as in your eyes he was a complete stranger at the moment and he was afraid you’d be alarmed.

You nodded once more, and gripped on to his hand as he stood back up. He held on to your hand gently leading you, the alcohol swimming in your mind pushed you to start talking about random things you’ve noticed in the city and your shock at how alive the beach was so late in the night. You heard the stranger laugh in agreement.

So familiar.

You couldn’t tell when the rough concrete texture under your flip flops had changed to smooth flooring but you were now in a small room laying on a twin sized bed. The sheets wrapped around your body loosely as you heard the slight buzz from the fan blowing on you.

Your eyes flickered for a moment to reveal an empty room before your eyes closed once more falling into a deep slumber.

Your eyes flutter as you pull the sheet off to rest on your hips. The air is warm, and a familiar scent invades your nostrils. You open your eyes, before squinting at the brightness of the sun shining in as if there were no walls separating you from outside, turning to the side to be faced with a digital clock.

10:03A.M

You sigh and stretch your legs under the sheets for a bit, you decide that you've got time before your first shoot, turning back to the wall. You open your eyes once again at a faster pace, vision full of a wall before slowly sitting yourself upright.

Both your bed in Japan and in the hotel are in the middle of the room. There is a wall beside you.

You look around, a neat room presents itself under the warm light of the sun. There's a large sliding door right beside you, the culprit. Your eyes start to get used to the brightness, as you keep searching for an idea of where you are. There's a volleyball on the dresser and many language books stacked on the other side. You look to your right to see a clothing rack.

Your heart jumps out of your chest as your eyes fixate on the jacket hanging on the rack. The bold familiar writing has your head pulsing. There's only two people you're aware of who left home to travel all the way to South America, and only one of them had plans for Brazil and of course what sensible reason is there for Oikawa Tooru to own a ‘Karasuno High Volleyball Club’ jacket.

You bolt away from the bed quickly, ready to leave and head back to where you're supposed to be. You try to convince yourself that it could be anyone else as you look for your cap and sunglasses.

Tobio has many fans, you’re sure it's not unheard of for someone to pay homage to their idol by collecting something he would have worn in highschool. You place the cap back on your head reaching for the sunglasses you find on the dresser.

Right there beside your sunglasses sits a nametag.

You place your sunglasses on your face and ignore the sinking feeling that washes over you. You miss the hangover that never came, hoping for something so painful to rid your mind of everything your eyes have subjected you to this morning.

You ignore the name tag, you ignore the jacket and the room and everything. You silently open the door to an empty apartment, the other bedroom you pass is absent from the person who stays there.

With a heavy heart you leave the apartment, you reach for your guidebook in the back of your pocket only to find it empty. You feel for the world to swallow you and keep you in the core of the earth. The stupidity of your choices has you almost laughing, this might be the first time you’ve gone so far out of your way to be reckless. If the book is back where you just came from it can stay there and rot, and you’ll move on and find the hotel yourself.

The sun beats down on your skin, sweat drips from the nape of your neck as you fan yourself with your hand. The rugged pavement is striking under your flip flops which you feel the stickiness of a drink that must've spilled on to your toes last night down at the beach.

You walk far enough to spot the bar you discarded your bottle at last night and you feel hopeful again. You continue to walk along the sidewalk, peering down at the beach. Once again graced by the presence of people mingling and playing football.

The top of the hotel creeps over some of the buildings and you hurriedly make your way to the road which leads you closer, ignoring the stands of enticing fruit that you pass.

You can feel your heart writhing inside of your chest as you continue along your journey, you’re nervous to head back not sure if your team is aware of your escapades last night.

But you pray and beg the universe that the jacket will be the last you see of him during your time here.

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