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tsumusamu · 3 years

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nice receive [miya atsumu x fem!reader]

genre: fluff and (once again, a sad attempt at) humor

word count: 3.8k

summary: eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don't go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it's easy to see why.

warnings: uhhh implied sexual content at the end but it is like barely there ok

commission for @ muppetz (it wont let me tag for some reason ugh) thank you so much for commissioning me!

a/n: this ended up being way longer than the word count requested but that’s no one’s fault but my own because i dont know when to shut the FUCK up anyways i hope this one shot is enjoyable lol

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You literally never thought that you would ever end up in this situation.

"C'mon babe, why the long face? Ya nervous or somethin'?"

"No." You purse your lips, huffily averting your gaze from your boyfriend's smirking face.

"Ya don't needa be like that." Atsumu drapes an arm across your shoulder, pecking your forehead as a sort of reassurance. "No one could ever hate this cute face, after all." He accentuates his words by squishing your cheeks, drawing out a yelp of protest from you.

"If you keep talking like this, you're gonna jinx it, you know." Your words come out softer and more hesitant than intended, and you startled even yourself at how utterly anxious you sound.

"Yer gonna be fine. Trust me, I wouldn’t take just any random girl to meet my folks, and they’re well aware of that." Atsumu ruffles your hair.

"I just... I hope they're not..." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right word. "...Disappointed?" You grimace when your boyfriend suddenly throws his head back in such voracious laughter, that you swear you saw a few hysterical tears.

"Are ya jokin'?" he all but wheezes. "Yer the libero for the national volleyball team, for God's sake. If anythin', I'd be the disappointment here."

"'Tsumu — " you start, but he interrupts you by pulling you in for a comforting hug.

"Don't worry yer pretty head anymore, got it?" he murmurs into your ear. "Yer wonderful, and I couldn't be luckier to have ya. My parents are gonna love ya. Honest."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you reach around his back to hug him back. "I hope so."

A year ago, if someone had told you that you would end up having Miya Atsumu introduce you to his family as his girlfriend, you would've laughed until your ass fell off and your stomach ached like no tomorrow.

You had been absolutely overjoyed when you were chosen for the women's national volleyball team, and you were so eager to start playing with your new teammates that you had decided to attend the national team's training camp without hesitation despite your recent knee injury at the time. However, you completely overlooked the fact that you would be working with the men's team as well, which would've been completely fine... if not for Miya Atsumu.

When you first met Atsumu, he was the cocky, annoying little shit of a setter for the Japanese men's national volleyball team, someone who you were stuck training with for the next two weeks.

You still remember the first words he ever spoke to you.

"The hell are ya doin' there, lil libero? If yer not gonna be able to save the easiest ones, then ya might as well sub out."

You also remember the first thought you had about him.

'Prick.'

And the first words you spoke to him.

"Can't you look at this — " You had gestured angrily to the knee brace supporting you. "And take a fucking hint, or what?"

He had sent some unapologetic, biting words right back at you and that marked the beginning of the time you have had the utmost pleasure of knowing Miya Atsumu. The two of you had bickered rather relentlessly (not too unlike literal children, despite the both of you being well into your twenties) throughout the rest of the camp, and by the end, for some unknown reason through some unknown method, he ended up with your number.

He started texting you constantly, and as much as you tried to convince your foolish self that he was just a nuisance, you found yourself responding to his messages like an idiot anyway. Throughout the next few months, you learned that Atsumu was far more than just his overly confident demeanor; he's genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and actually kinda hilarious. And eventually — neither of you quite knew how — the two of you were staring across a table at each other in a fancy restaurant as if daring the other to blink and lose an unspoken game, on a first date that neither of you thought would go as well as it did.

A little over eight months into your happy and committed relationship, Atsumu suggested that the two of you go to his hometown in Hyogo for a weekend to visit his family. You had immediately agreed with his idea, excited to meet his parents and twin brother in person, but now that he's leading you out of your shared hotel room to go do just that, your stomach's knotting uncomfortably.

Atsumu's been nothing but supportive and comforting ever since you started showing that you're nervous to meet his family. He was always happy to provide a never-ending flow of cheesy words and warm hugs, but you're genuinely afraid of embarrassing yourself. You want to impress his family and not have them see you as undeserving of their son, who you truly care for from the bottom of your heart. Atsumu is your first long-term boyfriend, and you would jump off your roof if you managed to mess anything up during the visit to his folks.

The taxi ride to Atsumu's childhood home doesn't do much to soothe your nerves either, with you fiddling with your fingers the entire way through while Atsumu makes small talk with the driver. As the cab pulls up to the address that your boyfriend had provided earlier, you instinctively clench your fists so hard that you think you might bleed.

A look of alarm crosses Atsumu's face as he notices that you're still just as anxious as you were when you left the hotel earlier. He thought that the ride to his parents' house would give you some time to cool down, but that had clearly not been the case. His eyebrows furrow in concern as he reaches over to grab one of your hands in his, giving you a comforting squeeze.

"Just breathe, darlin'." He runs his thumb over the shallow nail marks embedded in your skin. "If it means anything to ya, my mom's a huge fan of yers. For real. I didn't tell ya this before, but she's especially excited to meet ya. Keeps yappin' to me askin' how I pulled ya." You flush.

"R-Really?" you stammer, wide-eyed.

"Really. Who wouldn't be a fan yers?" Atsumu grins, pecking your nose. "See, ya got nothin' to be worried about. Just chill out and be yerself, 'kay?" You nod, some of the tension releasing from your shoulders as Atsumu leads you out of the cab, hand still clutching yours.

You're feeling a little better now, though your thoughts are still running through your head at the pace of a mile a minute as you watch Atsumu pay the taxi driver and thank him for the ride. Atsumu's mother is my fan? Your ears start to heat up. I hope I can somehow live up to her expectations of me…

“Ma! We’re here!” Atsumu shouts at the top of lungs approximately one second after simultaneously ringing the doorbell and obnoxiously pounding on the door.

“Comin’, comin’, ya brat!” A feminine, yet strong voice hollers in return. You freeze on the spot, your mind going blank once again. It’s happening. It’s finally happening.

The door aggressively swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a pink apron and carrying a wooden spatula in her hand. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun away from her face and her eyes, the same chocolate brown as Atsumu’s, are gleaming with annoyance. She briefly glares at Atsumu for his rowdy entrance before her gaze catches onto you, and her entire face lights up with excitement.

“(L/N) (Y/N)! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“M-Mrs. Miya,” you stammer out, trying your best to smile but you’re sure it looked more like a wince. “It’s good to m-meet you t-too.”

"Aw, hey now. What happened to my feisty girl? It's not like ya to be so lame.” Atsumu lays his forearm on your head, effectively using you as an armrest. You jerk away, scowling.

“Shut the hell up, asshat,” you snap without thinking. About half a second later, regret slams into your body like a truck. Oh, shit. I just called my boyfriend an asshat in front of his mother. You were about to run off into the streets in utter embarrassment if not for Mrs. Miya letting out a hearty laugh way too similar to her son’s and linking arms with you.

“No need to look so scared, dear. I don’t bite. And it’s good to see that yer willin’ to put this brat in his place.”

“Ma!” Atsumu whines, pouting petulantly.

“Yer really losin’ out with him though, y’know,” Mrs. Miya whispers to you as she leads you into the house by your arm. “I’ve got another son; Atsumu’s twin. Osamu’s quite well-behaved. If yer just likin’ the looks, he would be the better option.” You can tell she’s joking by the merry twinkle in her eyes, but instead of humoring her you end up shaking your head with a quiet chuckle.

“I think Atsumu’s perfectly good for me.” The two of you pause to watch Atsumu practically sprint into the kitchen, and a few moments later there’s an agitated yell as proof that he was on his way to annoy his brother. You smile. “He makes me really happy, Mrs. Miya. You raised him well.”

“Aren’t ya just the sweetest thing?” Mrs. Miya coos at you, pinching your left cheek. “And so pretty too. I swear ya could probably clobber my brat at volleyball as well. You and yer teammate… ah, Miss Amanai? The two of you always caught my eye while I watched yer matches. Make sure ya let her know.”

You blush a little and thank her, making a mental note to tell Kanoka that. She’d probably find it extremely amusing, especially since she was the one who had given Atsumu your number in the first place (which, as you had found out months later, was because he had practically groveled at her feet multiple times. Dumbass.)

“Come meet my husband, (Y/N).” Mrs. Miya leads you into the living room, where an older, balding man with rimmed glasses is quietly flipping through a book. He gives a start upon hearing your entrance, clearing his throat and sitting up straight.

“Ah, hello!” Mr. Miya greets you. “I’ve heard a lot about you! From both Atsumu and the missus.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miya.” You nod once in a respectful manner.

“It’s about time that he settled down with a nice girl. Make sure ya keep him in line though, got it, missy?”

“Of course I w — “ you start, but Mrs. Miya is already dragging you towards the kitchen. You smile apologetically at Mr. Miya, and he just laughs and waves.

“Osamu’s makin’ dinner right now. He is such a hardworkin’ and dedicated boy. Both of them are, really,” she rambles. “But Osamu sure can cook a mean meal. He and his twin always used to fight over who’s the better cook. But I betcha Atsumu hasn’t touched the stove since he left for university years ago.”

You debate telling her that Atsumu had made quite a decent meal for the two of you just last week to celebrate your eight-month anniversary (which you hadn’t even known he remembered), but before you can formulate the right words in your head you’re suddenly shoved in the path of an unfamiliar man. Well, not really unfamiliar. He has the same face as the boyfriend who you see every day, after all.

Miya Osamu is (as expected) the literal carbon copy of Atsumu; same strong eyebrows, same hooded eyes, same angular jawline. The only thing that easily sets them apart is his black, ruffled mess of hair in stark contrast with your boyfriend’s bleached blonde.

Mrs. Miya pulls Atsumu away from the two of you, demanding that he help her with some mundane task, leaving you and Osamu by yourselves in the kitchen.

An easy smile graces his lips as he sticks out his hand. “Hey, I’m Osamu. Honored to finally meet the famous (L/N) (Y/N).” You smile back, gripping his hand firmly and shaking.

“And I’m honored to meet the famous ‘Samu.” At your words, Osamu bursts out laughing.

“Man, I don’t really let a lot of people call me that, y’know? But if yer gonna be part of the family, you could be an exception.”

“F-Family?” You pause, your sudden confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.

“Naw, no pressure. Just sayin’.” Osamu casually continues with his task of shaping onigiri. “I can tell he really likes ya.” You raise your eyebrows in curiosity without entirely meaning to. “I mean, we’re twins, it’s like a sixth sense. And also he never shuts up about ya when we text or call.”

“I hope you’re hearing all good things?” you quip jokingly.

“Oh, for sure. If I didn’t know who you were I’d think that he’s talkin’ about the reincarnation of a goddess with the way he talks.”

“Seriously?” You snort, and Osamu just laughs.

“So I’d like to ask ya the favor of continuin’ to take care of him. Guy’s just a huge ass baby. I can obviously see that yer good for him, though. He wouldn’t have stayed for so long if he wasn’t serious.”

The two of you briefly glance at Atsumu helping his mother set the table. They’re currently debating over whether Atsumu should go back to his natural hair color and “Stop makin’ yer hair look like fuckin’ straw!”

“He is a huge ass baby,” you start seriously, causing Osamu to smirk. “But he’s an honest and good person, so I’m not too bothered. I’ll take care of him, promise.”

“Thanks.” Osamu sighs, glancing rather fondly in his brother’s direction. “He’s an asshole, but at least he’s a redeemable asshole. I’m glad he’s finally got someone around to take care of him. Makes us all feel a little more relieved since he’s away from home.”

You suddenly feel warm inside.

Atsumu had been right; you truly didn’t have anything to be afraid of. The Miyas have been nothing but kind and welcoming so far, and they even seem to already have a positive opinion of you.

“Can ya help me carry these to the table?” Osamu holds out a plate of freshly-made onigiri.

“Ah, sure!” you accept hurriedly, taking the plate from him with careful hands. You take slow, calculated steps towards the dining room; the last thing you want is to accidentally drop any of the food.

Atsumu and his parents are already waiting in the dining room, and they all look up at you expectantly as you approach them with the onigiri plate in hand.

“Why, thank you, dear!” Mrs. Miya chirps. “Helpin’ Osamu out! How sweet of ya — “

She’s cut off as disaster strikes.

You trip on your last step to the table, causing a single onigiri to tumble off the plate and towards the floor. Your mouth drops open wide as you practically slam the plate down on the table and in practical slow-motion, watch the onigiri plummet down, down, down —

Then you dive.

You dive towards the floor, in the same manner as you do when you’re digging for a volleyball.

And you catch the rice ball in one hand, laying flat on your stomach. You have a moment of mental celebration; yes, you caught the onigiri! Then you realize that you look like a fucking idiot as you lay face down with one hand extended and clutching a rice ball like it’s your lifeline.

There’s a few seconds of agonizing silence.

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

There’s no way that you could ever show your face in front of Atsumu’s family or even Atsumu himself now; God you’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, and over an onigiri too —

“Nice receive!” Atsumu suddenly bellows, clapping his hands boisterously. “(L/N) does it again!”

His brother, who’s standing a few feet behind you with a platter of chicken skewers, pumps his free fist into the air and joins in with a “Hell yeah!”

Mr. Miya starts laughing the same loud Miya laugh that you’ve heard way too many times today, and his sons soon follow suit. Shame is still flooding your body, but now you’re realizing just how ridiculous the whole situation is and you resist the urge to smile at your own stupidity. As soon as Mrs. Miya recovers from her initial surprise, she comes to help you up, and you can tell that she’s doing her best not to laugh as well.

“Are ya okay, dear?” she briefly inspects you for any sign of injury.

“All good here, Mrs. Miya.” You smile, genuinely and comfortably, as Atsumu comes behind you to wrap his arms around you and peck your cheek, still chuckling with a small note of pride. “All good.”

“See?” Atsumu’s smug as hell as the two of you enter the hotel elevator on your way up to your room. Osamu had dropped you off so there would be no need for another cab. “I told ya that they’d fuckin’ love ya.”

“Why’re you rubbing in something like this?” You scoff, dodging when he tries to pull you into a crushing hug.

“Because I was right.” He smirks. You roll your eyes to heaven.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being nervous! I still can’t believe that none of them got upset at me for diving for a rice ball at the dinner table.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Nah, why the hell would they? It was cool. Yer cool, Miss National Team Libero.” He laughs, reaching for you again and this time you let him bring you close to him. “Besides, like I said before, who could ever resist yer pretty lil face?”

“You’re a hopeless asshole.” You sigh, and Atsumu of course just chuckles, his laughter vibrating against your ear as you press yourself into his chest.

“I’m yer hopeless asshole.” He pecks the top of your head. “C’mon, babe. It’s our floor.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you are until the two of you enter your hotel room and you see the large, inviting bed. You practically jump onto it, burying your face into a pillow. “Goodnight…” you mumble sleepily.

“Ya gotta go shower and brush yer teeth first, idiot.” A pillow smacks you in the side of the head, and you leap up with a cry of surprise. “Damn, don’t be so loud, sweetheart. It’s late, y’know. Don’t wanna get a noise complaint like last night.” You turn bright red at the reminder.

“Shut u-up,” you retort. “I told you that we shouldn’t have tried to do it on the balcony.”

“It was fun, though, y’know! An experience. And ya sounded like you were enjoyin’ it, anyway.” He chucks another pillow at you, and you yelp as it nails you in the face. “Now get yer cute ass over here, we’re gonna shower.”

“You can’t make me.” You stubbornly lay back down and close your eyes, and you had peace for all but ten seconds before Atsumu’s plucking you off the bed and settling you into his arms bridal-style. Your eyes shoot open in shock and you flail desperately. “Put me down!”

“No can do. I’m not sleepin’ next to yer stinky self tonight, darlin’.” Atsumu laughs as you scowl.

“The floor’s always open for you,” you snap.

“Aw, yer no fun.” He steals a kiss from you in the blink of an eye; the only evidence of there being contact at all is a tingling feeling on your lips. You feel your heart melt just a little more.

“Fine. After we shower, we go straight to bed. Got it?”

“ And brush our teeth. Yer mornin’ breath is bad enough.” He lets out quite an unpleasant squawk when you smack him lightly in the shoulder. “Alright, sorry, sorry.”

“Is this just your excuse to see me naked?” you tease him as he sets you down on the bathroom counter before immediately removing his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. He grins wolfishly at you and shrugs.

“And if it is?” Atsumu’s eyes are zeroed in on the small hickey he had left right below your collarbone last night, which is now visible thanks to the way your shirt had rumpled after he had practically manhandled you into the bathroom.

“Well, I won’t complain.” You follow his gaze down to your neck, before glancing back up to meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’re going to make it worth my time.”

About an hour later, the two of you are lying in bed together, effectively tuckered out and finally ready to sleep. Atsumu’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you like a protective cocoon as you snuggle your face against his chest. The slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat rocks you towards dreamland, and all the worries from the past day are slipping away.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu,” you mumble against his chest. He grunts tiredly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

There’s a small silence.

“...Thanks,” you finally say after a beat.

“Huh? For what?” he quips.

“For being patient with me today, even though I was so nervous. And for taking me to meet your family.” You crane your head to look up at him, contentment adorning your features. “I had a good time. I hope they don’t hate the idea of me coming around again sometime.”

Atsumu smiles that familiar smile, the smile filled with affection that others rarely get to see. His eyes are almost half-mooned with joy, his lips are curved up in genuine adoration, and his cheeks are flushed with color. You saw this smile for the first time when he set an incredibly low ball at training camp, earning the awe of everyone in the room, including yourself. Never did you think that you would ever have this expression of pure love aimed at you, nor did you think it would fill you with so much happiness every time you had the blessing of seeing it. He says nothing for a while, suddenly resorting to trailing kisses all over your face. You let him, closing your eyes peacefully as he showers you with his love, ending with one final peck to your nose.

“I'm sure they'd like to have you around again.”

And if Atsumu continues playing his cards right, he thinks there might be a possibility that in the next five or so years, you could truly become part of the family with a glittering ring on your finger.

Only time will tell if that possibility will ever come to fruition, but as you tilt your head up to give him one last kiss on the lips and whisper those three words to him, he knows for sure that he wants to continue building towards that future with you.

“I love you too.” He lets his eyes fall shut as well, before resting his chin atop your head and savoring the warmth of your body against his.

Only time will tell.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #338

“i can’t decide if you’re wearing me out, or wearing me well”

Are you a fan of techno? I've gotten more into it lately, actually. I've never minded it. Who’s your favorite horror movie villain/monster? Pyramid Head, though he's called Red Pyramid Thing in the movies. Do you have a favorite muscle car? Nah. I'm not big into cars. What would be a total deal-breaker for you, relationship-wise? You so much as lift your hand at me, bye, motherfucker. Would you consider yourself to be accepting of others? Yes, but not as much as I used to be. There are certain opinions I just don't tolerate in people anymore; I feel like by staying associated with people whose views invalidate or in any way harm others (racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.), you're on the side of evil as well, even if indirectly. However, I genuinely do feel I have a wide range of viewpoints I'm willing to accept in others, even if I don't agree with them. Are you flirtatious? No. I think I'm only capable of flirting with someone I'm already with and very comfortable around. I'd feel way too shy and awkward otherwise. Have you ever just felt "drawn" to someone, but you didn’t know why? "Didn't know why," no. I've felt drawn to people with good reason, like if I was romantically interested in them. Is there anyone you currently want to reach out to? There's a number, honestly. Especially with the aid of therapy, I'm being motivated to strengthen bonds with old friends and/or acquaintances via Facebook. Freddy or Jason? I think Jason is scarier. Freddy tends to come across as cheesy for me. Have stickers or gems on your cell phone? Nah. Ever teased your hair? Bitch I damn well tried in high school because I wanted the ~ l e g i t ~ emo hair, but mine was just too heavy to hold, at least with the hairspray my sister had. Have any friends with benefits? Nah, that's never been my thing. Ever lost of bunch of valuable information? Ummm I don't believe so. I've lost massive RP posts before, but I can't really call those "valuable information." What drinks or food make you hyper? None, really. Most expensive thing you ever bought? With my own money, my snake. She's a champagne morph ball python. What type of toothpaste do you use? Crest. How much time to spend putting on makeup daily? Zero. When listening to a song, what do you listen for (lyrics, bass, beat, ect)? The beat, more than anything else. What is the color of your toothbrush? It's a white electric one. What is your favorite color(s) of eye-makeup? Black. Just black. Are you sexually active? I'm not. Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Are you attracted to several guys atm? I'm actually not attracted to any guys in my personal life atm. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Do you have an older sister? Excluding the one I don't know, I have three older sisters. Favorite song by Owl City? Probably "Hot Air Balloon," but I don't know many at all. What color is your mum’s car? White. Do you truly understand the (LDS) Mormon religion? I don't know what "LDS" means, but as my former best friend developed into a Mormon, I learned some stuff from her in her self-discovery. I don't remember a lot of it, not that I knew all that much in the first place. Where do you keep your kitty litter box? Ugh, Mom's unmovable about it being in my fucking room for some reason. And we have an extra goddamn room no one uses yet. Roman's shit STINKS, like we think something might actually be wrong, but nope, it has to stay in here. e_e It would literally inconvenience nobody if we moved it in the spare room. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? MUCH lighter. He's very tan. Do you like apricots? No. Solid soap bar or liquid body wash? 100% body wash. Bar soap slips so easily, and as someone who lives with another person, I'm not rubbing my body with the same bar my mother uses, no offense to her. Sharing it's just gross. Where do you live (country or state)? Shitty 'ole North Carolina. Do you use plastic, wooden, or wire hangers? I think we have a mix of them, actually. What is your favorite shade of yellow? I only like pastel yellow. Otherwise, it's one of my least favorite colors. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? Ehhh not really. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? God, can I please have a stable career by then. Who has the best decorated house in your town? I don't know. We live in a cul de sac community thing where it's just houses next to houses, so there's a lot to choose from. I don't pay attention to them. What is your favorite part of Halloween? The decorations. Do you feel a connection to the moon? "As above, so below," as the saying goes. What does your heart long for? Peace and contentness with myself. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? Last year, I didn't. I do want to this year, though, if I can just think of a really good idea. I have to be motivated. What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? I'm not having kids, but I'll follow along, hypothetically. With how much joy Halloween brought me as a kid, I'd want to do SO much as a family with them. Homemade decorations, carving or painting pumpkins together, and hell yeah I'd be taking them trick-or-treating once I felt they were ready and they wanted to. I'd be one of those parents that probably spends too much on whatever costumes they want, haha... Oh, and then besides Halloween, I'd certainly rake leaf piles together for them to jump and play in. This question has brought to mind like ONE thing I could enjoy as a parent, haha. Have you ever seen a fox? I have; besides in a zoo setting, I've seen one or two in the wild run out of sight, and I also found one poor fellow as roadkill that had been disemboweled by I'm assuming vultures. With my whole roadkill photography thing, I literally almost kneeled into a strand of intestines I didn't see at first. :x What color are the squirrels where you live? We only have brown ones. Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? lol no What do the trees look like where you live? Lots, and lots, and LOTS of pine trees... There are others, but I'm not well-informed on tree species and such. Oh, then of course there are dogwoods (our "state tree"), which are unmistakable because they smell like fucking manure. What is your dream vacation? Maybe the mountains on the western side of NC during the fall... ugh, that would be breathtaking. We actually have an abandoned The Wizard of Oz-themed park around there that allows tours at certain times of the year, and I'd love to visit and photograph there. As well, western NC has the zoo, which would be spectacular to visit with autumn weather and, once again, load up on photos. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? I LOVED field trips. Do you find museums boring or interesting? Very interesting! Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? No. I'm not patriotic enough at all for that. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Historically, larger doses of Klonopin can knock me the fuck out. Do you like bath bombs? Never used one, because I don't do baths. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? I'm going to guesstimate you mean less than 1M subs as "small," because I really don't know what you consider to fit that description. I watch a lot of people with less than 1M, so it's hard to say, but lately it's probably been a let's player John Wolfe. He's really funny. Then there's some tarantula YouTubers, along with the animal educator Emzotic... and really just many others. I think most of the people I watch actually have sub-1M, but more than 500k. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? Markiplier is absolutely, positively #1. I also really enjoy Snake Discovery, GameGrumps, Jeffree Star (don't judge me ok, he's a fuckin hoot), and while I haven't watched them in years, Good Mythical Morning will ALWAYS be deeply, deeeeply embedded in my heart. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Ummm probably the Spice Girls? Have you ever used an outhouse? Ugh, yes, at old childhood sports games. What was the last good cause you donated towards? When I cut off like 8+ inches of hair to accomplish the style I have now, I donated it to Children With Hair Loss. My hair has always been mega-thick and healthy, so why in the world waste it? One of my most cherished items is the certificate I got in return many months later that my donation had been used. Have any of your exes gotten married or had kids since your breakup? I haven't had contact with Juan in many years, don't know what Tyler's up to either, and I haven't spoken to Jason since 2017, so. I'm very doubtful he's married or has kids yet, though, just knowing him and how "I need to be fully prepared for this" he is with big life stuff like that. Does it bother you when people get super emotional? Not at all. I'll do my all to comfort them. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? No. Do you get a lot of thunderstorms where you live? Depends on the time of year. Summertime? Brief but super intense thunderstorms every late afternoon. What was the last drive-thru you went through? Taco Bell w/ Mom. Do you know anyone who claims they can see/feel spirits or other supernatural ‘things?’ No. Do either of your parents have a mental illness? My mom has depression, and Mom is also convinced Dad has either depression masked as anger and/or bipolarity, but following the divorce, I don't see it in him at all. He's never seen a doctor in that field to be diagnosed with any mental illness. What fun things are there to do where you live? Jackshit. Do you know anyone with a really poorly-trained dog? Mother of fucking god, yes. My little sister lives with her best friend, and said friend has a colossal black lab named Hudson that is absolutely uncontrollable because she neglects the shit out of him. Won't listen to you even if it saved his life. He jumps on you, barks endlessly, and if he escapes the house? Good fucking luck getting him inside. She has absolutely no right to own a dog with how shitty of an owner she honestly is. When you were growing up, did your family rent or own your home? They owned it. The idiots who were moving in after us accidentally burnt the place to a fucking crisp, and my parents were SO not happy to lose that house because people were dumb enough to place boxes atop the goddamn stove. Do you do meal-prepping? No. Do you know anyone who got preggo less than a year into their relationship? Multiple people, not that that's my business. What did you dream about last night? I don't remember it clearly, other than I was with Jason and his mother was also present. What's the biggest age difference you've ever had in a relationship? That would have been with Juan, but I don't remember exactly how old he was. I just know I was a freshman and him a senior that got held back a year or so in HS. If you could save one animal from ever becoming extinct, what animal would you pick? Probably bees, given how vital they are. Name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. My maternal grandmother worked at Disney World. I can't remember what her position was, though. Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? If I want a healthy snack, sometimes I'll have a scoop. Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? They need to be loose. Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? This big painting of meerkats grooming on burlap I did in high school. Do you always wear a bra? I question the self-love of anyone who can sleep with a bra on. ;__; Do you normally finish one book before starting another? Oh yes, I can't read more than one at a time. Do you prefer reading books, comic books, manga/graphic novels, magazines, or the newspaper? The normal book. Do you know how to play chess? I don't. Are you watching anything? No, but I do have Manson's "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge" on in another tab. What is your blood type? A-. Has anyone ever borrowed something from you and never returned it? Yes. Do you twitch when you're falling asleep? Dude, I more than "twitch." I can just suddenly spaz out and look like I'm seizing for a moment. Another side effect of my nightmare suppressant medication. Are any of your pets “overweight”? No. Has anyone ever bought you a ring? My mom has bought me a few, and Jason gave me one for one of our anniversaries. Where was the last place you took a bath/shower, other than your own house? My sister's place. What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? Just how unique and happy that way she is. And her pretty much undying loyalty. Has someone ever taken a pic of you while you were making out with someone? No, considering I wouldn't go that far with someone unless we were alone. Had a crush on someone you thought shared your sexuality, turns out didn’t? Yes. What’s your favorite color to wear? Black. Does it gross you out if a guy has hair on his chest? I personally don't find an excess of it attractive, but it doesn't "gross me out." If they bathe themselves just like everyone else, why should it? Do you think sexuality is a choice or not? It is absolutely not a choice. If it was, I'd assume most people would choose to be straight, given phobias, hatecrimes, etc... I could write an essay on this. Do you like industrial piercings? Yeah. Do you think stretched ears are disgusting? "Disgusting" is, once again, the wrong word. Gauges don't really gross me out - hell, I want tiny ones -, but they can reach a size that, to me, is not visually appealing. Did you watch animated Barbie movies when you were little? I do remember loving Princess and the Pauper as well as the Rapunzel one; my sister was addicted to them. Oh yeah! Then there was the Swan Lake one that she adored, too. We usually watched movies together. Do you like fruit in your cereal? Big No. Do you like raw vegetables? Ugh, no. Do you listen to A Day to Remember? I do! They're on my list of faves. Do you like funnel cake? I actually don't. Have you ever been with someone while they were getting a tattoo? Yuh.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''third day of a seven day binge'' by marilyn manson

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bananban-feature · 3 years

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My Top Pentagon Songs

I’ve already mentioned before that Pentagon has great songs, personally written by the members themselves. I’m also still not shutting up about their live vocals because they're literally at the top of my list among all the kpop groups I follow. They deserve so much.

I hope you watch all the videos cause they are all great.

1. Daisy (2020)

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The queen. This song earned them their first win, and a lot people became Pentagon fans because of this song, including me. This song about fake love and heartbreak was written by Hui and Wooseok!

Even though I didn’t understand the Korean lyrics, Daisy really pulled my heart and played with my ears the first time I heard it. Watching the MV gave me an even more intense feeling seeing the emotional scenes and the lyrics translation. It’s like I really felt the pain they had. What a powerful song!

Classical & jazz musicians reacted to this, and I love how they explained the technical side of the song. (CLICK HERE FOR THE VIDEO!) Like one of the reacting musicians said, this song was intelligently written! Great job, Hui, Wooseok, and producer NATHAN. Beautiful arrangement.

Favorite parts: Wooseok’s whole verse (ugh, I can’t stop fangirling about this 0:28-0:38). The drop and the boom before Hui’s chorus (1:01-1:04) and the chorus itself. The part of Yanan’s verse (1:39-1:42). Just the MV, but the silence + eerie sound and then Kino falls (1:59). The bridge where everyone sings! (2:32-2:46) And the rest of the parts after that, especially Yanan and Hui’s contrast (2:50-2:55).

***Ok, I take back what I said about Yanan’s vocals in my previous post. I really love him here.

Versions (click bold title for link):

Acoustic Version (<-click for video)- I’ve already shared this in my first post! Their vocals totally shine more, and the beauty of the arrangement shines more. You can hear even the low and rap voices of Wooseok in the bridge. The whole thing is beautiful. (Seriously, even the way Yeoone sighs after his part is beautiful.) I totally went wild after seeing this video.

Rock/Band Version (<-click for video) - A different feel, but obviously, I love the live versions. They sang really well! They covered Love Sick Girls as well, it’s a good one.

2. Shine (2018)

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This is mostly written by E’Dawn, but other members participated as well. It’s a masterpiece, a very catchy song about admiration and confession of love. The fun sound will dwell in your ears. I love it when they do a fun dance! Honestly, E’Dawn’s charm is accentuated and his vocal rap sound is so good.

Favorite parts: I love the choreo. I really love their dances in fun songs. E’Dawn in this whole thing is a big vibe. The chorus, especially “Jijiri, jijiri” part. The “Yuto da” line also always becomes my favorite in any Pentagon song, and then he did a great rap! Jinho, being the legend he is at 2:49, absolutely beautiful.

Versions:

Acapella Remix - I was seriously mind-blown after watching this. I mean, what other kpop group does it like them? They harmonize so well! Clearly, the best vocals. I’m a HUGE HUGE fan of this, and I think this video is criminally underrated. Since I love it so much, I’m gonna post it below. DAMN that talent.

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Acoustic Version - Yes, live acoustic versions of Pentagon are lovely! They actually have a few slips here, but it just proves this is completely live. And they all sound so good live!!!

3. You Are (2016)

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This is another beautiful song written by Hui. (I keep telling you, Hui is a genius.)

I honestly couldn’t pick the best video to embed here cause they’re all good. All the videos of this are live performances. But this specific video is so emotional and just shows how good they are at live singing. (There’s a loud backing track of course, but they were literally crying and yet they sounded good.) Jinho, the legend, was crying and he still nailed his high note beautifully. I am in awe.

And to think they were ROOKIES here!!! They literally JUST DEBUTED and this is one of their first songs! Just king things.

Favorite parts: In general, the melody and their beautiful harmonization. Jinho’s high note, obviously.

Not many versions of this song but here’s (another live performance. (CLICK HERE) This one is a fan cam (CLICK HERE).

4. Nostalgia (2020)

*Unfortunately, I can’t add anymore embedded videos to this post, so here are links to the song. They don’t have an MV yet, and not a lot of content on this song since it’s new.

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OMG. This is written by maknae Wooseok. This is a B-side track in the same album as Daisy. But wow this deserves more. It’s a very catchy and fun tune. I really hope they make an MV and more content with this song.

Favorite parts: The whole song is gold, but I do especially like Wooseok’s part from 1:24-1:35. It blows my mind everytime. HE. IS. ON. FIRE. And I always love it when they sing all together.

Versions:

Live Version - I’ll embed it below (the video of 3 songs from WE:TH album in acoustic at a beautiful field of daisies.) The whole video is beautiful!

Concert Version (<-click for video) - It isn’t really a different one from the original, but this clip is just fun. This was from their online concert yesterday. They had finished singing Daisy, and then they came back to do this encore. After a very long and tiring concert performing without seeing an audience, it was really hard for them. Surprise, surprise! The look on their faces when they see Universe on the screen and hearing them sing along is so cute!

WE:TH ALBUM LIVE

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(Spotify Link for WE:TH ALBUM) I like the song You Like from this album too.

#Pentagon #Daisy #Nostalgia #Shine #You Are #Hui #Yuto #Wooseok #Hongseok #Junho #EDawn #Cube Pentagon #Shinwon #Yanan #Yeoone #Kino #kpop

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ohh okay what about Electrocution with (ugh i cant choose) Amos or Holden and/or Caught in an Explosion with Cal? 👀

Helllooo friend, thank you so much for your patience!! It’s only been like... two and a half months since you submitted this HAH I’m sorry lmao but hey, shit has really hit the fan in the past two and a half months, ya know?

(Here’s the link to the Electrocution with Amos and Holden story if anyone is looking for that one!)

So here we go! Caught in an Explosion with Cal! Which wound up approximately 2,000 words longer than I intended, so it’s going under a read more!!! The link to this story on Ao3 is at the very bottom)

Cal hit the ground running as soon as the ramp of the Mantis lowers, Merrin fast on his heels.

“The scavver ships are taking off,” Cere’s voice came over the communicator, “There’s movement in the hanger to your left, looks like villagers. We gotta take off again before these guys blow a hole in us, we’ll swing around to get you after we take out some of these ships.”

One of the scavenger ships screamed overhead as the Mantis took off, blaster bolts gouging into the cement and sending shards of rock flying into the air. Cal ducked his head and leaned forward, sprinting for the shelter of the hanger, BD-1 beeping excitedly from his shoulder.

Once inside the door, they ducked behind some crates as the ship took another pass, skimming along to fire in through the hanger door before buzzing past. It was gone for now, but they could be back in moments for another pass, so they had to act fast.

Cal peeked around the edge of the crate to investigate the group of people in the middle of the hanger towards the back wall. There were about a dozen of them, various ages and species, all haggard and exhausted looking, their clothing torn and smeared in dirt and oil. They were all gagged and hands tied, unable to free themselves but some were trying to loosen the knots on the person next to them, unable to see as they fumbled with the ropes and cables with their hands tied behind their backs.

“Cal, Scavvers on the ground coming your way!” Cere said.

“Go help the hostages,” Cal said to Merrin, “I’ll get the Scavs.”

Merrin nodded and silently slipped into the shadows, disappearing in a green mist.

Four Scavvers came blindly charging into the hanger, yelling wildly until the lead was silenced in a flurry of orange lightsaber. The body hadn’t even hit the floor before Cal dispatched the next two in the same spin, the blade slicing them both cleanly in half. He finished the move with a flourish, deactivating the secondary blade and gripping the hilt with both hands while leaping into the air to take out the last Scav in a downward slash.

Before he made contact with the Scavs helmet, his lightsaber was intercepted by the blade of a vibrosword. The impact vibrated up his arms and he staggered backwards as the Scavver pushed back hard against him. As Cal stumbled, the Scavver, a large human that towered head and shoulders over the young Jedi, swung the vibrosword at Cals head. He ducked under the attack, rolling on his shoulder to evade and get into a flanking position away from the vibrosword. As he popped to his feet again he lunged forward, driving his blade into the Scavvers torso.

The big man roared in agony, his limbs flailing at anything he could reach. Unfortunately for Cal, his head got in the way of a fist and he took a glancing blow across his temple. He fell to one knee as pain exploded in his head, his vision tilting to the side for the moment. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily, shaking his head as though that would stop his head from feeling like it would roll right off his shoulders. He could hear BD-1 trilling in his ear, but he couldn’t even focus on what the little droid was trying to say.

“Cal!” Merrin’s voice broke through and he realized she had called him several times already. She sounded panicked so Cal forced himself to his feet, opening his eyes finally as he turned towards her voice. It took a moment to focus on her. She stood over a crate, holding the lid in one hand and staring down at its contents. One of the hostages had her gag hanging around her neck, likely removed by Merrin, and she kept yelling the same thing over and over. Bomb.

“Merrin, get back!” He yelled, reaching out with the Force to grab the crate, yanking it away from her and closer to himself. From where it settled a few feet away he could see the lit up display on the face, where once there had been about ten bars were now only two and as he watched, the second line blipped out and left only one.

Calling on the Force again, he picked up the crate and with a scream of effort heaved it towards the hanger door. Just as the final line extinguished, he spun on his heel to run in the opposite direction, towards Merrin. Before he could take two steps, the bomb exploded in mid-air, the blast throwing Cal off his feet and then everything went black.

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“Cal!” Merrin screamed as the Jedi was hurled through the air, limp as a rag doll when he hit the ground, shrapnel from the crate and even the ceiling of the hanger raining down around him.

She was already scrambling to his side before the dust could settle. He lay on his front, his head cradled in the crook of his elbow. The back of his leather vest was shredded, blood already seeping from too many holes to count and she could see several pieces of shrapnel that were still embedded in his skin.

“Cal!” Cere’s voice crackled over the communicator, “Whatever that explosion was, it scared off the Scavvers. Are you guys ok?”

Merrin tapped the button on her own device. “Cere, land immediately. Cal is injured.”

She could hear Greez yelling loudly in the background, asking if he was going to be alright, but she ignored him as the human hostage that had warned her of the bomb dropped to her knees beside the Nightsister, her hands still tied behind her back.

“I’m sorry,” the hostage whispered, “Please just untie me, that is all I ask. Let me free the rest.”

Merrin hurriedly pulled the ropes off before returning her attention to Cal, unsure of what to do to help until the Mantis returned. “Where will you go?” She asked the woman, not taking her eyes off Cal’s still form.

“If the Scavvers are gone and haven’t found it, we have a ship hidden in the forest. And if they found that, another of ours was to return tomorrow.” She placed her hand on Cal’s leg, looking over the damage. “I’m sorry you got caught in this. But I thank you for saving us.”

“He is unconscious, he cannot hear you.”

“It was meant for both of you,” the woman said. Someone from the group called out to her and she dipped her head in Merrin’s direction before rejoining the others and starting to remove their bindings.

Outside, engines roared as the Mantis settled on the cement, as close to the hanger as Greez could manage, the ramp almost extending all the way to the large door. Cere was at Cals side opposite from Merrin a moment later, her hands immediately reaching for Cal’s throat to feel for a pulse and any bones out of place. She nodded to herself, finding everything to be as it should before leaning over to look at his back.

“Cal, can you hear me?”

“We need to get him to the ship,” Merrin said when there was no response from Cal.

“Yes, give me a hand.”

Cere lifted Cal’s arm, draping it over her neck as she got her hands under his chest to lift him from the ground while trying to avoid touching his back as much as possible. He groaned as his head lifted from where it had been cradled against his arm, a large red pool revealed that was already staining his sleeve. She put her hand on his chin, tilting his face towards her to inspect the wound on his temple and the blood that trickled out of it.

“Cal?” She gently tapped her fingers on his cheek. His eyes flickered weakly behind closed eyelids, but he did not rouse.

Merrin took his other arm, draping it over her own neck so he was supported between them. Cere thanked the Force that the young Jedi wasn’t significantly larger than his female companions and if they didn’t need to be so mindful of his wounds she doubted either of them would need assistance carrying him on their own.

“Let’s move,” she grunted as she looped her arm around his torso, low on his back where there were fewer visible pieces of shrapnel. “Greez! We’re going to need the table clear and get the med bag out!”

“On it!”

With Cal limp between them it took a few moments to pick their way through the debris littering the ground, but finally they made it through the door of the ship just as a pile of plasteel plates that had been on the kitchen table crashed to the couch below as Greez hastily cleared off the table. The last few cups landed in the terrarium as Cere and Merrin dragged Cal up the steps and deposited him on the table, laying him on his stomach.

“Greez, where’s that medkit?” Cere called over her shoulder as she started removing layers, revealing pale, blood streaked skin. BD-1 bounced onto the table next to Cal’s head, beeping worriedly. He looked up at Cere and extended a stim canister to her with an inquisitive trill. “Not yet, BD-1. I need to get the shrapnel out first.”

BD-1 snapped his stim compartment shut again and hunkered down to watch Cere work until two ticks later when he had to move again as Greez came barging into the kitchen with the med kit, slamming it down on the table where BD-1 had just sat.

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At the noise and vibration through the table, Cal jerked awake. He tried to push himself up and his yell of surprise turned to a groan of pain as he collapsed again, his arms shaking.

“Cal! Hey kid, stay still,” Greez’s hand was on his arm and he could feel other hands on his back pushing him down onto the cold surface. He turned his head to see who was holding him down and finally relaxed when he recognized Merrin and Cere standing over him, the familiar scene of the Mantis’ kitchen behind them.

“What happened?” He asked, closing his eyes and letting his head flop onto the table again.

“Bomb hidden in a crate, you didn’t get out of the way fast enough.” Merrin said. Cal opened his eyes when he felt a hand on his face and found his own wadded up poncho being offered as a pillow, which he gratefully accepted, allowing Merrin to help him lift his head off the table and shoving it under. He tried to move his arm to hug the makeshift pillow, but stopped when the movement sent pain shooting up and down his back.

“Stop moving,” Cere said. She was digging through the medkit, laying out bacta bandages and other ointments until she produced a pair of small tweezers. “I’m sorry Cal, but this is going to hurt.”

“Just get it out-” his words turned into a scream as Cere started to dig into one of the multiple wounds on his back, fishing for the wooden shards deep in his skin. He writhed on the table, trying to get away from the pain. Merrin placed her hand on the back of his neck, gently encouraging him to stay in one place. He tried to focus on the cool touch of her skin, anything to distract himself from the agony of his back. He could feel each piece being plucked from his skin, a strangled cry tearing through his throat with each shard.

Finally the pain became too much and he let himself be dragged into the darkness again.

~~~

Everyone in the kitchen sighed in relief as the young Jedi finally went limp again, surrendering to the relatively painless realm of unconsciousness.

“Hurry, before he wakes again,” Merrin said.

“Only a couple left,” Cere nodded. “Use that cloth and start cleaning the wounds for me, we need to get his back covered as soon as possible.”

Merrin picked the cloth up and started gently wiping away the blood, cringing a bit every time the movement caused one of the many wounds to seep more red onto his pale skin.

Soon Cere was also helping her clean him up and then draping strips of bacta bandages across his back.

“Ok BD-1, your turn.” Cere said, opening her hand towards the little droid crouched on the back of the couch. He popped up and shot a stim canister into the air, where Cere snatched it as it started to fall towards the table, sinking it into Cal’s arm in one smooth motion.

Cal sighed in relief as the stimulant rushed through him and he slowly blinked his eyes open again.

He lifted his head and flexed his jaw, the muscles aching from having it pressed to the impromptu pillow and cleared his throat. “Are we done yet?”

“Yes, we’re done.” Cere placed her hand on his head, gently rubbing circles in his hair with her thumb. “Try to go back to sleep, we’ll let the bacta do it’s work for a while and then get you to bed.”

“Oh but why, this table is so comfy,” Cal said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he closed his eyes and repositioned himself on the poncho-pillow, trying to ignore the now dull pain as his back muscles stretched. He heard Merrin snort in laughter and squinted one eye open at her where she leaned against the kitchen counter. “You all should try it, it’s great.”

“Or we’ll just keep using it as an eating surface, thanks.” Cere gently flicked him on the ear before turning to start putting things back into the medkit. “Or we will once we sterilize it about twenty times.”

“Sounds like a you problem, I didn’t put myself here,” Cal yawned and closed his eyes again.

“No one is sleeping on the table after today,” Cere raised her voice to talk over him, a laugh floating around the edge of her voice, “I’m glad you’re feeling well enough to joke, but go to sleep, Cal.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, stifling another yawn. Seconds later he was out, lulled to sleep by the hum of the engines and quiet conversation between his little family that he had found.

Read on Ao3!

#here's a thing I wrote #thank you for the request!#Bad Things Happen Bingo #Caught in an Explosion #JFO #Jedi: Fallen Order #Cal Kestis #jfofic #Anonymous #somehow I managed to insert a read more into the message and not the reply???#this website is so broken #long post #idk how to fix the read more sorry guys ):

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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When the Sun Sets on Us: Chapter 5 (Scyvie) — Phryne

A/N: Hey y'all! I’m back with the fifth chapter of When the Sun Sets on Us, a beach town romance between hopeless romantic Scarlet and cynical about romance Yvie.

Last Chapter: Yvie’s in her feelings, Vanjie sends Scarlet on a quest.

This chapter: Yvie and Scarlet talk it out.

Enjoy!

Scarlet turned the key over in her hand, staring off at Vanjie as she ran across the boards, meeting back up with her friends.

It felt weighty and red hot in her hand. She wasn’t sure if she should go see Yvie, who clearly seemed to be taking time alone, away from her, specifically. But she was sure she wanted to see Yvie again, even though the anxiety bubbled up in her stomach, willing her to change her mind, to find a way to give Vanjie back her room key and cut her losses with Yvie.

Though it was difficult to consider the possibility of another night like the last as losses, even if it was only a possibility.

Scarlet tucked the key away in her pocket.

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Yvie didn’t bother to peel herself off of the carpet when she heard the key card inserted and pulled out of the lock. It was probably Vanjie coming to pull her out of here and make her face her feelings. Or possibly Brooke, who wanted to have a heart to heart about letting herself love others, which would likely end in Yvie playfully calling Brooke an asshole and Brooke leaving Yvie to sort herself out once more.

She heard a thump against the door. Probably Vanjie checking her hip against the door, willing the heavy door open with the force of her body. Yvie sighed, training her eyes on the fan. If she didn’t see Vanjie, maybe Vanjie wouldn’t see her.

“Ugh, fuck.” Yvie heard, followed by a stumble.

Her heart plummeted, like the cable holding it up had finally snapped.

That wasn’t Vanjie’s voice.

Frankly, Vanjie couldn’t curse that quietly if she tried.

“I’m not even gonna ask whose panties these are,” Scarlet laughed tightly, setting the room key down on the dresser with a pronounced flick of the card against the wood. Scarlet sighed. “What are you doing Yvie?”

“Getting an indoor tan,” Yvie quipped, stretching her legs. She couldn’t bear to look at Scarlet, let alone address her without some sarcasm.

“Huh, turns out you’re still funny.” She heard Scarlet pad across the room before shoving aside the discarded comforter. Yvie turned her head, warmth pooling in her chest at the sight of Scarlet’s dirty white Keds. Then Yvie swallowed. She must have come straight from work.

Scarlet laid down next to Yvie, inching across the way before clasping Yvie’s hand, closing their distance. Scarlet ran her thumb across her hand, steadily, back and forth. Yvie felt her heart rate slow as she turned away from the fan and looked instead to their hands. Back and forth and back and forth.

“I, uh,” Yvie began, still uneasy, still finding her words were scraping their way out of her mouth at best. “I try to be funny.”

A pause. Then a sustained silence. Yvie focused on Scarlet’s breathing next to her. She shifted an inch closer, and then another, until Scarlet’s arm was pressed against hers.

“What’s going on Yvie?” Scarlet breathed in deeply. “I’m starting to get worried.”

“I…” Yvie began, before she realized that she didn’t know what to say next. She didn’t know how to answer why she wasn’t responding to Scarlet, yet felt so drawn to her, so comforted by her presence. And she didn’t know how to explain how grateful she was for Scarlet bothering to go after her, to worry about her and care about her and want her, even though this was all difficult.

She turned her head, studying Scarlet, who had her eyes closed, a lazy smile gracing her lips.

Yvie propped herself up on her elbow, causing Scarlet to release her hand and turn to look at her quizzically.

“I, uh…I was never looking for anything serious.” Yvie looked down, picking at the matted, sand embedded carpet. “This is all so short term, like I’m just going to have to leave soon anyway.”

Scarlet sucked at her lip and nodded, her eyes growing wide and glassy.

“But I also can’t just lie to myself and pretend I don’t feel anything for you.” Yvie walked her fingers over to Scarlet’s hair, all auburn and strewn about, looking darker in the dim room. She took a piece and began twirling it around her index finger. “I tried so hard and I can’t anymore. Every time I lie to myself it’s like I’m lying to you, and I can’t.”

Yvie felt her heart pounding against her ribs, like it had a fierce desire to get out, to free itself. She peered up, scanning Scarlet’s face for a reaction, only finding Scarlet with her eyes closed, tears slowly leaking out.

Fuck.

Yvie shakily brought her hand up, resting her palm against Scarlet’s cheek. Scarlet turned toward her and placed her hand over Yvie’s, like she was trying to keep Yvie close, trying to hold on to her touch as long as she could.

Yvie felt her skin prickle at the sight of Scarlet nuzzling closer, before her blood stilled as she felt a tear against her finger.

“I really do like you,” Yvie began, timidly. “I enjoyed our time together and I like talking with you and being with you, having fun with you and kissing you. I like it all when I’m with you.”

It hung in the air like a whole note, reverberating off of the peeling yellow paint, the tan striped curtains in front of the balcony door, and when the words returned to her, they were softer, kinder, easier on the ears.

Scarlet cleared her throat. “We can do all of that and not make it a long-term thing, right? Like, we don’t have to hold back from liking each other, right?”

Yvie nodded, running her thumb from Scarlet’s cheek to the peak of her lips.

“I wouldn’t even know how to hold back. The thought of you not feeling the same way about last night had me in knots all day, Yvie.”

Yvie’s stroking halted abruptly. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry about that,” she apologized quickly, profusely. “I really wanted to text you back, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t make myself do it. I just couldn’t face what would happen next—”

Scarlet clasped Yvie’s hand and brought it to her lips, giving her knuckles a tender kiss before holding their intertwined hands to her chest. The sudden closeness made Yvie stumble.

“It’s really all fine, just listen Yvie.” A deep breath, and then an exhale. “Please.”

Yvie felt her hand bob up with Scarlet’s expanding chest, then sink back down. She relished the closeness.

“I know you don’t want to leave anything serious behind.” Scarlet flexed her fingers once more before curling back around Yvie again. “I don’t want to get left behind.”

“I don’t want to leave you behind,” Yvie said, too quickly.

“I know, I know,” Scarlet opened her eyes, peering over at Yvie. She gave a slight smile, nothing more than a curl of her lips. “We won’t be together for a long time, so we should try to have a good time while we can, right? Because I don’t want to regret not showing you my feelings for you, especially after I already shared so much of myself with you and you shared so much of yourself with me.”

Yvie found her free hand resting against Scarlet’s forearm, if not for the closeness, the feeling of Scarlet’s salt and sweat stricken skin, but to anchor her, to remind Scarlet and herself that they were here together. That this was an act of being together.

“I feel like your instinct is to try and you’re just thinking too hard and fighting it off. So why not just try?”

They were together right now. They were spending time, close to connected, pressed against one another, reveling in touch, just as they were before. So why shove this away? When confronted with the closeness they were wasting on contemplation right now, Yvie couldn’t fathom why she would prevent herself from feeling loved while she could.

If she would be heartbroken either way, if she would leave Scarlet hurt either way, whether from standing her up or leaving in the middle of a relationship, placing an intermission of thousands of miles between them, she might as well make the hurt worthwhile.

She might as well enjoy Scarlet’s perfect body next to hers, her kind blue eyes and the wrinkle at the bridge of her nose. She might as well kiss those chapsticked lips once more in a dingy motel room, laugh with her about the birds that fall through the umbrella holes at the restaurant, and transcribe the overbeating of her full, heavy heart, letting the music lull her when she returned to Denver. She might as well make the hurt worthwhile.

“Yvie,” Scarlet whined, wagging a finger in front of Yvie’s nose. “You’re thinking too hard again.”

Yvie took her hand and in a swift motion, threw herself over Scarlet, pinning her hand down and hovering over her, causing Scarlet to squeal underneath her. Yvie could feel herself smirk and feel Scarlet’s breathing becoming rapid as her look became dazed.

She released her hands as Scarlet let out a breathless little squeak, teasing the back of Yvie’s calf with her foot.

“You’re right,” Yvie said, her voice a touch richer, a touch thicker than before. She pressed a kiss to Scarlet’s jaw, feeling enveloped in Scarlet’s perfume. “I really think we should enjoy each other while we can.”

Scarlet’s jaw fell slack as her eyes drew closed. She pressed her lips back together, giving a content little hum before opening her eyes once more, pressing a hand against Yvie’s back, willing her closer.

“I love it when you say I’m right.”

“Oh, shut up,” Yvie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but laugh heartily, the joy of sarcasm and wit running rampant all through and around her, until Scarlet pulled her down, crashing their lips together, holding another hand to the back of Yvie’s neck. Yvie met her rhythm, relaxing into her touch as Scarlet slid her hand down to her back, lacing them together.

And as she pulled away, taking in Scarlet from above, all Yvie could see was that neon light again and how it struck Scarlet’s plush, pouty lips. It was like the first time and it was like now all at once. Time had folded and Yvie felt bliss.

Scarlet turned and pressed a kiss to Yvie’s forearm, muttering against her skin, muttering with those intoxicating lips, “you’re gorgeous.”

Yvie ran her tongue across her teeth. Of course, Scarlet left behind the taste of spearmint and coffee.

“I really am.”

Scarlet bit back a laugh before shoving Yvie off of her. “And cocky too.” She shook her head, but her smile remained.

“Just for you babe.”

“Puh-lease,” Scarlet rolled her eyes, before being stopped by her stomach grumbling loudly. Yvie leaned on her elbow, quirking a brow.

“So, my lunch break is probably beyond over,” Scarlet began, pulling in her legs before getting up. “But I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?”

Yvie, transfixed by following Scarlet’s long legs, looking ever longer, ever more touchable from this angle, gave a weak-willed nod.

Scarlet turned, blew Yvie a kiss, and slid out through the door, leaving only Yvie’s cluttered mind, her warm core, and a cloud of perfume in her wake.

Yvie sat up slowly, as though she’d been ravaged by Scarlet via her own thoughts. She felt giddy, like if she’d opened her mouth, all she’d be able to release would be candy sweet giggles. She didn’t know what she just did or how she did it with Scarlet, but she knew what to do next.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Scarlet saw Yvie rounding the corner and entering the restaurant. She felt her hand slow, no longer wiping off the bar top as Yvie strode in.

And as though in one fell swoop, Yvie placed a takeout container on the bar, knelt one leg on the ripped pleather of a barstool, leaned herself over the bar, and grabbed Scarlet by the back of the neck and pulled her in for a kiss, leaving Scarlet stunned, her mind vacant, her lips pleasantly warm.

Right in the middle of work. Scarlet was still holding the rag.

A’keria, across the way, whispered “Miss. Scarlet.”

“Hey, lady,” Yvie husked, settling her hands flat against the bar.

“Um, hi.” Scarlet couldn’t get her bearings about her, couldn’t see past how Yvie chewed at her lip, how her tie-dyed bikini top gapped just slightly as she leaned forward, just enough for Scarlet to see the gentle crest of Yvie’s cleavage before pulling her eye away.

“I got you a BLT,” Yvie brought the takeout box back into view, thankfully not noticing, or at least indulging in how overwhelmed Scarlet felt. She opened up the box, revealing the sandwich. “I also got you the avocado, you know, because you’re worth it,” Yvie teased, pushing the box toward her.

“Gee, thanks,” Scarlet chuckled, Yvie’s silly explanation overwhelming the pang in her stomach.

“So, tonight…” Yvie trailed off, leaning back. She tilted her head. “Thoughts?”

“Maybe a picnic? By the beach?” Scarlet suggested, picking at a waffle fry. “You fed me, so I feed you?”

“Love the equality, babe.” Yvie stole a fry, popped it in her mouth, and hopped off the barstool. “How about seven?”

“That’s perfect,” Scarlet glanced up at Yvie. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Perfect.”

And with that, Yvie left, Scarlet enjoyed her lunch, and A’keria stared at her, dumbfounded, as she ate her sandwich, pondering the thought of another date with Yvie.

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MLS Weekend Hatewatch, Week 10: Crushing Monotony

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MLS Weekend Hatewatch, Week 10: Crushing Monotony

One of the hardest things about covering MLS is that every week is the same. Weird shit happens but it’s not weird enough to make things interesting. Just weird enough so that you can’t build coherent narratives around the action and results. There are weeks where this league feels like if a strip mall were given legs and made to play soccer.

Anyway some stuff happened this weekend. If you want entertainment value I’d recommend watching the most important sporting contest of our generation, held on Saturday.

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There’s this thing going around in Fire fan circles about how the club never replaced David Accam, to the team’s detriment. I’m not sure that’s an accurate characterization. When people say the Fire never replaced David Accam, they really mean 2017 David Accam. But we were going to lose him anyway. If we didn’t sell him to Philadelphia, we just would’ve ended up with 2018 David Accam.

2018 David Accam is not good at the soccers.

Maybe you could pin Jim Curtin’s decision to pull Accam around the hour mark to tired legs or some locker room tension or whatever. But pulling your $1m star attacker with 30 minutes to go while a goal down doesn’t leave a lot of room for ambiguity. Accam had zero touches in the box against Toronto. People expected him to lift Philly up and instead he’s just sunk to their level.

Anyway, Toronto got their season reboot win and the Fire have a bunch of MLS Funny Money. Things could definitely be worse.

Also, this kid is my hero.

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I just love that NYCFC can be so untouchable for long stretches of the season, and then they have games like this.

I mean, yeah, the Red Bulls have had a decent start to the season. But damn it, the Fire beat the Red Bulls. IN NEW JERSEY. What’s your excuse?

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So the Revs finally offloaded Lee Nguyen for a bunch of MLS Funny Money, they got trounced by Montreal (lol), and they lost Juan Agudelo to an injury.

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

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I think it speaks to how weird MLS is and how messed up their priorities are that the Galaxy lost again and the league’s narrative for this game boiled down to, “ok but did you see Zlatan’s pass tho???”

I mean, yeah, it was a nice pass. The Galaxy still lost. It’s going to be a long time before this team gets its shit together.

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Nothing finer than the Quakes— who built their brand on scamming late points and “never say die”— getting a taste of their own medicine.

Also lol @ the Timbers player who injured himself while celebrating Valeri’s goal.

Classic.

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Ugh. Fucking Orlando.

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Apple’s iPhone X is not only the most impressive iPhone Apple has ever made, it’s also the most controversial. It’s a completely reimagining of the iPhone, and much of what users have grown accustomed to over the years has changed. Of course, it goes without saying that many people don’t like change, especially with regards to a device that is such an integral part of our lives.

The iPhone X is Apple’s first iPhone that doesn’t have a home button, which means users have to learn new navigation gestures. Most people seem to like them, but there are also people who do not — and that’s the least controversial of the major changes in Apple’s iPhone X. The infamous “notch” at the top of the phone’s display continues to be a point of content, and the wounds left by the removal of Apple’s beloved Touch ID fingerprint scanner are nowhere close to healing.

On top of everything else, iOS 11 is the buggiest software release Apple has issued in many, many years. While nothing can change the gestures, the lack of a home button, the notch, or the fact that Touch ID has been removed from the iPhone X, many Apple fans are looking to iOS 12 to at least fix some of the problems they have with Apple’s tenth-anniversary iPhone.

YouTube channel ConceptsiPhone teamed up with graphic designer Amir Estefad to create a video showcasing one of the best iOS 12 concepts we’ve seen so far. This particular YouTube channel has gone off on the rails a bit lately, posting videos of some bizarre and downright laughable concepts, like an iPhone that can become completely invisible (mmmkay). This time around, the iOS 12 concept showcased in the new video is rooted entirely in reality, with new features that are all not only plausible, but also might seriously improve the user experience on Apple’s iPhone X and all other iPhone models.

Here are five things we would love to see become a reality in iOS 12, which Apple will unveil during its WWDC 2018 keynote event on June 4th.

Grouped notifications

Apple’s notification system in iOS continues to be a major pain point among many, many iPhone users. We’ve discussed it a million times before here on the site, so we’re not going to dive back into all the ways it’s annoying. Suffice it to say the notification system in iOS needs a lot of work.

In this new video showcasing Amir Estefad’s concept, one of the most common iOS notification pain points is addressed right off the bat. Apple’s iPhones display notifications in chronological order, as all users undoubtedly know. So when you wake up in the morning, for example, you pick up your phone to find a mile-long list of individual notifications that couldn’t be more annoying to scroll through.

Estefad has fixed the problem, in part, by creating notification groups. This way instead of having notifications from each app spread throughout the list, each individual app’s notifications are displayed in a group, one on top of the other. A simple 3D Touch would then expand any app’s notifications.

Improved widgets

Apple’s widget implementation in iOS is somewhat useful, but Estefad has a way to improve it in iOS 12. In addition to a single page where multiple app widgets can reside, as is the case now, this iOS 12 concept allows app developers to create widgets that are displayed when the user 3D Touches an app icon. So instead of just an action menu that almost no one uses or even remembers is available, a 3D Touch on an app icon would give users access to key info and features without having to actually open an app.

Pro camera mode

Apple’s iOS Camera app is pretty great, but this iOS 12 concept envisions a more robust and capable camera for Apple’s iPhones. Our favorite change is the new UI seen above, where on-screen sliders can are available to adjust multiple settings, not just exposure.

Dark Mode

This one needs no introduction. iPhone users have been clamoring for a dark mode in iOS for years. The difference with iOS 12 is that a dark mode would finally make a lot of sense. Beyond being easier on the eyes at night, a dark mode on devices with OLED displays like the iPhone X would save battery life.

New pull-down menu for apps

For a long period of time, iOS was all about uniformity. As the years passed with more and more new features being added, things have gotten far less organized. App settings is one area where there is no continuity in iOS. Some settings are accessible within each app itself, though there are a million different places where one might find the settings menu. Then there’s a section in iOS’s main Settings app where additional settings are located for third-party apps. Ugh.

In this iOS 12 concept, there’s a great hidden pull-down menu that creates a single, uniform location for key features and a shortcut to app settings. Adding a nifty additional piece to the puzzle is a great feature at the top of that pull-down menu: a way to secure each app behind Touch ID (or Face ID on the iPhone X) at the system level. Many apps include Touch ID and Face ID implementation, but why leave it up to developers?

Check out the full iOS 12 concept video below.

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