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meganehaise · 1 month ago

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Late but here's my submission for free day of QuanYin Week. Enjoy!

Title: Delivery Free of Charge Relationship: Quan Yizhen/Yin Yu (Getting to know each other) Summary: Yin Yu unwillingly tries a dating app, if any so Jian Yu can finally shut up about his love life. Among the myriad of suitors, a strange profile comes up, with only a blurry pic and a description that seems like a joke. Jian Yu thinks it’s funny and likes it in Yin Yu’s stead. Yin Yu doesn’t think it’s funny at all. Jian Yu thinks it’s even funnier that it’s the only match Yin Yu gets. Yin Yu... Yin Yu just wants to delete the app. Read on AO3

“Swipe left,” Jian Yu said.

Yin Yu glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. ��Why?”

“Photos of trips and high-end cars? Income of 6 zeroes? Obvious catfish. Goodbye.”

Yin Yu twisted his mouth but did as told. Next one was a middle-aged man with a gentle smile. He was in a suit, looking like your regular office worker.

“Left!” Jian Yu grimaced. “Over forty are always divorced, with kids, and want to try weird kinks. No-no.”

Yin Yu furrowed his eyebrows as he swiped left. Next was a guy around his age. He was muscular and had a cocky smile. Not really Yin Yu’s type, but could still be considered as an option.

“Ugh, no.” Jian Yu didn’t even wait for Yin Yu and swiped left himself. “Jocks. Hate those.”

“Enough,” Yin Yu scoffed. “I thought you wanted me to date someone. This won’t get me anywhere.”

“Yes, date someone decent, not just any loser!” Jian Yu flicked a finger to Yin Yu’s forehead. “We’re doing this seriously. You’re looking for a committed relationship. Most of the guys here want a hookup. So, yes, as the good friend I am, I’m helping you filter the trash.”

Yin Yu pinched the bridge of his nose. He was already regretting doing this.

Jian Yu had been nagging him for years about his nonexistent love life. Yin Yu had had good excuses before: He wanted to focus on his studies, he preferred to enjoy his college life single, he had no time with his part-time job, he was busy job-hunting, or you know, he might not like girls at all and didn’t know what to do about it!

When the awkward conversation about his orientation came up, Jian Yu had nodded and patted his shoulder. “You should try online dating” was the only thing his friend had to say about the matter. Yin Yu didn’t know if he should have felt grateful or not.

Yin Yu wasn’t eager about using a dating app. He wasn’t that desperate to meet someone. Sure, finding other gay guys in the area was not an easy feat. After struggling with his identity for so long, going to mixers or bars felt quite intense to someone as reserved as Yin Yu. So, after Jian Yu’s insistence, Yin Yu finally caved in.

He had downloaded TanTan and opened an account. His profile was the plainest thing ever. Although Jian Yu told him some embellishment wasn’t gonna hurt him, Yin Yu refused to have people get disappointed with his real self once they meet. He simply wouldn’t survive the embarrassment. So, he put up three photos he thought were the most decent of his gallery, wrote a brief description of his hobbies and all done.

Yin Yu ♂ 27 Capricorn Looking for a serious relationship. I like historical movies, watching sports, and finding new coffee shops. If you’d like to talk, hit me up.

After that, he began searching for potential partners, but Jian Yu and his way-too-high standards weren’t helping at all. He had had something to say about every man they had seen so far. This one was a fake profile, that one was a scam, this guy was ugly, that guy didn’t ‘vibe’ with him. So on and so forth.

“Hey, he looks exactly like this Shen laoshi from my… Wait, I think he really is Shen laoshi.”

Yin Yu raised an eyebrow. “Coworker?”

Jian Yu was a teacher in a private middle school. It was a mystery how he had managed to keep his job with that personality. Yin Yu didn’t imagine he would have much patience for teenagers.

“Yeah, who would’ve thought. It’d be super awkward. Next.” Jian Yu swiped left.

Yin Yu brushed his hand away. “Let me at least decide for myself if I like him or not!”

“I don’t want you fucking my coworker!”

“I didn’t mean him in specific.” Yin Yu sighed. “You’re acting like I’m a child.”

“You’ve never been on a real date. Of course you’re in fucking diapers.”

Yin Yu felt his cheeks burn. He knew he had zero knowledge about dating conventions, but he considered himself a smart person. He appreciated his friend’s concern, but it was excessive.

“I can handle it.”

Jian Yu rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. But if you do something stupid, I’ll veto your TanTan privileges.”

Yin Yu huffed. He would find a man decent enough to make Jian Yu shut up forever about the topic. With that in mind, Yin Yu browsed through the profiles. This one was too old, this other had little interests in common, this one was probably the problematic cousin of someone...

Jian Yu stared at him. Yin Yu ignored him.

Even if he was doing this whole thing with a broad mind, Yin Yu also had set preferences. However, the more he looked, the more he realized that maybe his ideal man was too idealistic. Expecting to match with a handsome, sporty, loyal and romantic guy was going too far. Real guys were, well, human. Yin Yu decided to look at the profiles with kinder eyes. Yet, the next guy to show up was indescribable.

Literally. The photo used was an out of focus, zoomed pic of some guy turning around, so you could really only distinguish his brown hair and frowned eyebrows. Anything else was too blurry to make sense of it.

Jian Yu laughed. “What the fuck?”

Yin Yu read the short profile.

Qi Ying ♂ 21 Libra My favorite color is green. I like martial arts. I want a nice person.

Jian Yu laughed harder. “Hey, isn’t that just your type? Swipe right!”

“Shut up,” Yin Yu elbowed him.

“But you like martial arts!” Jian Yu tried to take the phone from Yin Yu’s hand. Yin Yu turned away, keeping the phone out of reach. “You have like two green shirts too! A match made in heaven! Hahaha!”

Yin Yu was not going to swipe right on this kind of profile. It was obviously a joke account. But Jian Yu, like any annoying friend, tickled Yin Yu, grabbed the phone and gave it a super like.

“Jian Yu! Are you serious?”

Jian Yu was crying from laughing so much. “I had to.”

“You’re an ass. I’m not doing this anymore.”

“Relax. One more, one less. It’s not like you’ll match anyways. Keep going, you’ve swiped right like 3 guys only.”

They kept on the hunt for another 20 minutes. There were quite a variety of profiles. Yin Yu could see he had gotten some likes, but so far, there were no matches. When Yin Yu tired of it, Jian Yu told him to stop.

“You won’t always have immediate matches, maybe over the days you’ll get notified. Don’t sulk.”

“I know.”

Except that the app beeped announcing one match. Yin Yu held his breath.

He turned his gaze to the phone to see that the match was…

Jian Yu doubled with laughter. “I told you! Match made in heaven!”

The match was that blurry guy.

Yin Yu put his phone down. Online dating was not made for him.

After that, Jian Yu was rightfully kicked out of Yin Yu’s apartment, but not without making Yin Yu promise to tell him of any other matches. Yin Yu agreed. He wasn’t expecting much, to be honest.

Although it was Saturday night, Yin Yu had had enough excitement for the day. He wanted to do nothing else but lay down and watch a movie. That was how Yin Yu’s weekends usually went. He put anything having to do with dates out of his mind and submerged himself in the fantasy world of the film.

The movie had been going for around 20 minutes when Yin Yu’s phone beeped. It was a new message in TanTan.

Blurry Guy™ had messaged him. Yin Yu didn’t want to acknowledge the guy. Whichever reason he had to pester people online was not of his interest. Yin Yu decided to not answer.

Qi Ying: Qi Ying, 21, libra, 15 km away.

You’ve liked each other! Go ahead and talk about wushu, action movies or soup dumplings.

Qi Ying: hi

His phone beeped again.

Yin Yu ignored it. Surely if he left it alone, the other guy would realize he doesn’t want to talk to him.

Qi Ying: ??

Qi Ying: hey

Against his expectations, Blurry Guy would not get the message and keep sending texts throughout the weekend. After each ping, a new message with the orange logo crammed his notification bar.

Yin Yu went as far as to turn off the push-up notifications. Yet, somehow they kept coming through. Annoyed, Yin Yu activated the don’t disturb mode in his phone. Finally, he could breathe without any beep interrupting his day. The guy would give up, eventually.

Qi Ying: hi?

Qi Ying: 👋👋

Qi Ying: u there??

Qi Ying: what r u doing?

Qi Ying: hey

Qi Ying: let’s talk

On the fourth day, Yin Yu thought Blurry Guy would have given up, and so, he open TanTan for other possible matches. Unfortunately, no new matches were obtained. Shockingly, though, the messages from Blurry Guy were still incoming. Yin Yu was feeling bad for the man at that point. Why would he insist so much when he got no response? Yin Yu figured he needed a clear rejection.

Well, Yin Yu couldn’t tell him now that the jerk he called friend had liked the profile as a joke. Even if this guy was a stranger, and probably just fooling around, Yin Yu had a thin face. Jian Yu constantly scolded him for that. Why should he foolishly place others over his own comfort? But Yin Yu knew how awful it was to be put on the spot, so he didn’t want to do that to others. Besides, Blurry Guy had been waiting for a reply for days. It would be too mean. He could entertain him, just for a bit.

Qi Ying: u reading my messages??

Qi Ying: answer

Yin Yu: Hi

Yin Yu: Sorry. I think we matched by mistake

Qi Ying: really?? I’m sure I liked you

Qi Ying: I like watching sports too 👍

Yin Yu: Oh, nice

Qi Ying: so u didn’t like me?

Qi Ying: u r the only match I got

They kept chatting about wrestling competitions, food they liked and sports they practiced. The original apprehension Yin Yu felt dissolved with each message. He began to enjoy the conversation. Before he realized it, it was already 3 a.m.

Yin Yu: My bad, I got confused

Yin Yu: I did like you so it was a real match

Qi Ying: ok

Qi Ying: u like wrestling?

Yin Yu: Yes

Qi Ying: 😃

Yin Yu closed the app with a guilty conscience. He wasn’t planning on talking to him again. He felt sorry for Blurry Guy, but Yin Yu was looking for potential partners after all. Blurry Guy wasn’t one of them.

Yin Yu: It’s late, we should call it quits

Qi Ying: tru

Qi Ying: let’s talk later

Yin Yu: Sure

Yin Yu: Good night

When he woke up next day, a message was waiting for him, though.

Yin Yu puffed a laugh. What kind of message was that? He began writing a reply and stopped mid-sentence. What was he doing? He shouldn’t reply. He had already decided so. Even if Blurry Guy had a distasteful breakfast, it had nothing to do with Yin Yu. He wouldn’t reply. No matter that Blurry Guy was amiable, making Yin Yu want to be friendly in response. No made do.

Qi Ying: I had congee for breakfast

Qi Ying: I don’t eat it much but I remember u said u like it

Qi Ying: It wasn’t good 😑

Yin Yu closed the app and put his phone down. He had already made his mind.

A minute passed. Yin Yu scratched the bridge of his nose. With a sigh, he took the phone again and opened Blurry Guy’s chat window.

Although Jian Yu had said it as a joke, it turned out that Yin Yu and Blurry Guy had indeed a lot in common. They both liked MMA wrestling and shooter video games, they preferred salty over sweet snacks, they hated the humid heat of Shanghai, and they both were interested in men.

After the first conversation, Yin Yu hesitated several times on continuing his chats with Blurry Guy. He didn’t know who was the man behind the account, or what his true intentions were. However, their conversations never strayed from trivial things. No asking sensitive information, no mentions of meeting up, no dubious offers to invest in crypto. Yin Yu thought it wouldn’t do him harm to talk with him once in a while. Blurry Guy was straightforward about everything, which made him feel oddly at ease. Yin Yu could vent without fearing judgment, so he could be unusually honest as well.

Like that, a message once three days became once a day, then it became multiple times a day. Their interactions grew along the weeks. Whenever Yin Yu heard his phone beep, he would immediately check their chat.

Qi Ying: Yin Yu u like wontons?

Qi Ying: this place has super good ones!!

Yin Yu: Wait, aren’t you younger than me?

Yin Yu: What’s with you using my name like that

Yin Yu: Rude

Qi Ying: ?? what should I call u?

Yin Yu: Hmm dunno

Yin Yu: You should call me ge at least

Qi Ying: ok 🌟

Qi Ying: ge u rlly have to try this place!!

“Who is it?” Jian Yu asked one evening. He had come again to hang out at Yin Yu’s place.

“What?”

“You keep smiling at your phone. What, found a good guy?”

“No, it’s not that.” Yin Yu schooled his face. “Just a friend.”

“A friend,” Jian Yu raised an eyebrow. “Do you do that face when you chat with me?”

Yin Yu cringed. “Only my nice friends get a smile.”

“Whoa, I’m not one? The fuck you call when I went to take you out of that awful bar and—”

“Nice friends don’t mention things we agreed to never talk about.”

“Okay, okay. So just a nice friend, unlike me. Whatever.” Jian Yu rolled his eyes. “Then, how’s it going with TanTan?”

Yin Yu looked away. “Um… you see…”

Since that first mismatch, Yin Yu hadn’t gotten any other matches. Not a surprise since he refused to upload more photos to the app, didn’t update his profile nor went hunting for partners. He had straight up ignored the whole thing apart from his chat with Blurry Guy.

Jian Yu gave him an unimpressed look. “Of course you won’t find anyone like that! You’re not even fucking trying.”

Yin Yu knew Jian Yu was right, but dating apps seemed a mountain too high for him to climb. If he was honest, he preferred to find a partner through more traditional channels. Maybe meeting in a coffee shop he frequented, or reconnecting with an old acquaintance at work, or stumbling upon one another in a filled train car at rush hour. Just a casual encounter, you know. Was it too idealistic to hope for a relationship to develop that way?

Jian Yu wouldn’t have that. “Your perfect man won’t fall from the sky. If you want to meet someone you have to get out there and let everyone know that your piece of ass is available.”

He made Yin Yu go through profiles again and like the guys that looked decent. A couple of matches happened in the way, but Jian Yu furiously blocked them when it turned out all of them were bots that send links to porn. At the end, Yin Yu still didn’t get genuine matches.

“I think I’ll just give up on it.” Yin Yu sighed, not as disappointed as he had expected.

Jian Yu finally took pity on him and let the matter rest. If Yin Yu really didn’t want to do it, Jian Yu wouldn’t push it.

“It’s those guys’ loss.” Jian Yu tried his best at comforting words. “You’re too good for them, anyways.”

Yin Yu smiled. “Thanks.”

Well, even if it had been a waste, he got a chance to experience the thrill of online dating. Besides...

His phone beeped.

Besides, he gained an unusual friend. That counted as a good outcome.

Qi Ying: I fell asleep in class

Qi Ying: when I woke up it was over and there was another class ongoing

Qi Ying: I think no one noticed I wasn’t part of that class

Qi Ying: isn’t that funny?

Yin Yu’s life went at his usual rhythm after that. Waking up, going to work, eating a cheap lunch, coming home, question his life choices, sleeping. Restart again the next day. It wasn’t a terrible life, just normal and predictive. That’s why, the occasional interruption of Blurry Guy’s texts made his days more remarkable, more interesting. They hadn’t talk for long—a bit over a month was hardly enough to say you knew a person—but with each message, Yin Yu felt like there was a real connection between them.

Yin Yu relaxed. Then, he realized there was no reason for him to feel like that. What did it matter if Blurry Guy had a date or not? There wasn’t anything going on between them. Yin Yu had to clarify that he wasn’t worried about such a thing. He couldn’t have the guy thinking otherwise.

Qi Ying: got invited to a fight, but I have to finish a report today so I can’t go

Qi Ying: 😞😞😞

Yin Yu: A fight? What?

Qi Ying: yeah boxing match

Qi Ying: it’s for the title

Yin Yu: Ah, that makes more sense

Yin Yu: It’s a shame you couldn’t go

Yin Yu: Was it a date or something?

Qi Ying: not a date

Qi Ying: some friends got together to go

Yin Yu fumbled with his phone, almost dropping it. Then, he cringed at his reaction. It was just a casual remark; it didn’t mean anything else. Just making friendly conversation with an unknown man… It wasn’t as bad as it sounded.

Yin Yu: That’s good then

Yin Yu: I mean not good that it wasn’t a date but good that your friends got together to go

Yin Yu: You couldn’t go in the end but I mean it’s nice to hear you have friends

Yin Yu: good friends I mean

Yin Yu: Um sorry, please ignore all that

Qi Ying: I’m not dating anyone

Yin Yu: Oh

Yin Yu: I see

Qi Ying: There’s no one nice like u anyway

Before his thoughts could get more messy, Yin Yu changed the subject.

Yin Yu put his phone down. He wouldn’t accept that reading that had made his heart skip a beat. He wasn’t taking the words of Blurry Guy seriously. No way.

Yin Yu: Want to tell me what’s your report about? Maybe I can help

Qi Ying: really??

Yin Yu: Yes, I’m free

Qi Ying: ok

Qi Ying: thanks ge ❤️

Qi Ying: u r truly the nicest person I know

He’s a blobfish, he’s a blobfish, Yin Yu repeated in his head. I’m not considering him seriously because he’s just a weird sea creature.

A beep interrupted his musings, letting him know of an incoming notification. At first, he thought it was another message from Blurry Guy, but when he read the bubble, he was stunned. He had gotten a new match. After hesitating for a minute, Yin Yu checked who it was.

The profile that came up was of an athletic guy with a clean image. Short brown hair and a strong jaw. He enjoyed running, movie dates and meeting people. Although it was a boring standard profile, Yin Yu had found him rather pleasant. There was no sign of it being a bot, so he was surprised to see they had matched with each other.

The other person hadn’t contacted him yet. Yin Yu wondered if he should do it, then. He still thought online dating wasn’t the most suitable for him, but Jian Yu was right. He couldn’t keep on running away forever lest he put his hopes in hopeless recipients. He decided to take the first step.

The other guy wasn’t online. So Yin Yu left it at that. His stomach churned, quickly feeling quite sick.

Yin Yu: Hello

Yin Yu: Nice to see we matched

A beep came through and his stomach did a whole 180° flip. Yin Yu held his breath and checked his phone.

Yin Yu’s stomach settled. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself. When did talking with Blurry Guy become so comfortable? It seemed that having Blurry Guy as a kind of almost-friend was good for the ever anxious him.

Qi Ying: ge u there? my report is about foreign customs

Qi Ying: u know any?

Qi Ying: I looked up info but most were in english and I’m not good at it

When he eventually received a message back from the athletic guy, he didn’t feel as nervous. He had just been talking in length with Blurry Guy about the newest B horror movie that was in cinemas, which helped him relax.

On the other hand, his chats with Athletic Guy weren’t as unique. They exchanged a few pleasantries and chatted for a couple of days—talked about cafés they liked and what not. Truth be told, Yin Yu didn’t find this man that interesting. He figured Athletic guy thought the same about him. Well, if it didn’t work, it didn’t work. Yin Yu was sure that’s how things ought to be.

However, Athletic Guy kept their conversation going through the days. Yin Yu wasn’t sure if that was good or not. At that pace, the other would surely ask him to meet. He didn’t know if he was ready.

His stomach felt like it was sinking. At times like that, he usually would text Blurry Guy.

Yin Yu smiled. He had steadily learned this man’s way of being. Blurry Guy would get bored easily.

Yin Yu: Hey

Yin Yu: What are you doing?

Qi Ying: at class

Yin Yu: Oh, sorry

Qi Ying: it’s ok

Qi Ying: I’m bored

Yin Yu rubbed his reddened face. Well, no one would hate it if they’re being complimented. He could give the favor back.

Yin Yu: No, you need to pay attention. I won’t distract you

Qi Ying: it’s almost over anyway

Qi Ying: I like talking to u ge

They talked about trivial stuff for a while. Then, Yin Yu excused himself to receive a package. When he came back, a new message from Blurry Guy came through.

Yin Yu: I like talking to you as well

Qi Ying: 🌞🌞

Qi Ying: what are u doing?

Yin Yu: nothing much

Qi Ying: hey what are you wearing?

Yin Yu stared at the message. What? He found it strange, but still replied.

What the fuck was that? Yin Yu stared confused at the phone. He knew TanTan was a dating app at the end of the day, but he thought… that they were getting to know each other. Build a friendship and see from there. No, that was wrong. In the first place, he wasn’t considering Blurry Guy as a potential partner, was he? That’s why he was Blurry Guy. Not Qi Ying. Not a name that Yin Yu had learned so well by now. A name he had tried many times to give a face. A name he was too scared to link to a real face.

Yin Yu: Loungewear? I’m at home

Qi Ying: nice

Qi Ying: texting me from your bed then?

Yin Yu: Yes... why?

Qi Ying: ohh sounds comfy

Qi Ying: I’m at school all feeling like crap

Qi Ying: won’t you cheer me up? 🥺

Yin Yu: That sucks, hang in there

Qi Ying: cute

Qi Ying: I’d love to see that cute face of yours tho

Qi Ying: why don’t you send me a pic

Qi Ying: I’ll send you one back 😉

Yin Yu: Um no

Qi Ying: feeling shy doll?

Qi Ying: don’t worry this is just between us

Yin Yu: No

Yin Yu: I’m not sending you anything

Qi Ying: ah alright

Qi Ying: forget that, I was joking

Beep beep. Two new messages.

Yin Yu felt his stomach twist and turn. He realized he had gotten too comfortable with Blurry Guy. He could still be a dude making a fool of him or trying to extort him. Yin Yu backtracked through their messages and realized he had given a bit too much information about himself. This wouldn’t do. Jian Yu would mock him and tell him “Didn’t you say you knew what you were doing? Look at you! You shitted all over your diapers.”

Qi Ying: ge we should go out sometime

Qi Ying: I wanna meet u

Yin Yu panicked. He had to stop this.

Yin Yu stopped answering him.

Yin Yu: Sorry. I’m not interested. Let’s drop it

Qi Ying: huh

Qi Ying: u don’t want to meet?

Yin Yu: It was fun talking to you, but I don’t have any intention of taking this further

Yin Yu: I was just messing around

Yin Yu: Sorry. Stop messaging me

Qi Ying: I don’t understand

Qi Ying: what do u mean

Qi Ying: ge??

Yin Yu was so embarrassed. Why did he think he was being pursued seriously? Why did he take it all so honestly? The other party didn’t even have a photo in their profile. Jian Yu was right, he was too green and an easy prey. What a fool he had made of himself. Surely no one found him attractive. Wasn’t that why he had gotten 0 matches so far? Well, 2 matches. Blurry Guy and…

He realized he had messages from Athletic Guy.

Yin Yu wanted to know if he was someone desirable. If there was even one person who could look at him and love him. Yin Yu needed to confirm it.

Athletic Guy: Sorry if this is sudden, but would you like to meet?

Athletic Guy: There’s a restaurant I’d like to go to.

Athletic Guy: What do you say? :)

Yin Yu: sure, when?

Yin Yu was hesitating about messaging Jian Yu. He figured he better tell him now and not later. Jian Yu would make a scandal if he didn’t tell him about his upcoming date. With a sigh, Yin Yu opened WeChat.

It all went wrong. Yin Yu should have known.

Yin Yu: so I’m meeting someone

Jian Yu: what

Jian Yu: YOURE MEETING SOMEONE????

Jian Yu: WHO??????

Yin Yu: Met him through tantan. We’ve been talking for a while

Jian Yu: and he looks good???

Jian Yu: good as in hes not a scammer right

Yin Yu: I don’t think so

Jian Yu: ...

Jian Yu: want me to come?

Yin Yu: I don’t need a chaperone

Jian Yu: .....you sure?

Yin Yu: Would it kill you to have some faith in me?

Jian Yu: im just saying

Jian Yu: dont want things to go bad for you

Yin Yu: They won’t. It’ll be alright

Yin Yu: I came to tell you expecting some supportive words but whatever

Jian Yu: go 👏 get 👏 that 👏 bread 👏

Jian Yu: go 🎉 fuck 🎉 him 🎉

Jian Yu: or let him fuck you idk which way you do

Jian Yu: was that what you wanted?

Yin Yu: no

Jian Yu: ill be waiting the full report of how shit went down 👍

Yin Yu: keep on waiting then because there won’t be shit going down and everything will turn perfectly fine

The moment they met, he realized he’d made a mistake. Athletic Guy didn’t look like in his photos at all. He seemed way older than the 30 years old he supposedly had. He was disheveled and was smoking a cigarette. Not the image that Yin Yu was expecting at all. Before he could think of going back, the other guy spotted him and quickly approached him. The guy smiled lazily and introduced himself. Yin Yu couldn’t run away now. They were in a crowded plaza, so he couldn’t do a fuss without ending up uploaded to Douyin. Well, Yin Yu thought he’d just enjoy the meal and leave the situation behind him.

But it got worse. Once they sat down in the restaurant, the guy ordered over 10 items. Yin Yu stared as the little table got full of food. The guy didn’t even try to keep a conversation. He simply ate and gave vague grunting sounds of acquittance. Yin Yu sipped his iced coffee.

That wasn’t the end of it, though. Before the man could finish the last of the things he had ordered, he went to the bathroom. At first Yin Yu was glad to have a moment to calm himself, but when over 10 minutes passed, he thought something was off. After 20 minutes, Yin Yu went to the toilet to check what happened, but there was no one there. He went as far as to check every stall, but the bathroom was clean. The guy was gone. Yin Yu came back and looked at the table full of plates. It dawned on him that the guy had run before the tab was delivered.

Yin Yu couldn’t do anything but sigh and walk to the counter to pay.

When he arrived home, the first thing he did was change into comfortable sweatpants and a worn-out t-shirt. He was eager to spend the rest of the evening wasting away, under his sheets and watching some movies, when his belly growled. Despite paying for the whole lunch, he couldn’t eat a single thing. At moments like this, the best balm for the heart was cheap greasy takeout. So, Yin Yu ordered a meal through Meituan.

Just as he did that, his phone dinged. Yin Yu saw Jian Yu’s name in the notification bar. He wasn’t in the mood to reply, but Jian Yu had this habit of sending message after message to annoy him till he replied. After the incessant ringing of his phone, Yin Yu groaned and opened the chat.

Yin Yu couldn’t tell Jian Yu the truth. If he did, Jian Yu would go on a manhunt to find the jerk and doxx him; but, even worse, Jian Yu would have the right to tell Yin Yu “I told you so.”

Jian Yu: so??? how was it

Jian Yu: hey

Jian Yu: heeeeey

Jian Yu: I know youre reading this

Jian Yu: how was your date

Jian Yu: youre home now right

Jian Yu: Yin Yuuuu

Jian Yu: I’m coming over if you don’t trply

Jian Yu: *reply

Jian Yu: putting on my shoes as we speak

Yin Yu: Don’t

Yin Yu: I’m tired

Jian Yu: oooh what happened

Jian Yu: was he an asshole

Yin Yu: He was alright but I had to ride the train in rush hour I’m dead

Jian Yu: that sucks

Jian Yu: send pics

Yin Yu: ?? what?

Jian Yu: send me the pics of yiur date the fuck did you think

Yin Yu: I didn’t take photos

Jian Yu: youre lying who the fuck doesnt take pics in a datw

Yin Yu: Me

Yin Yu: I’m not even sure if we’ll meet again

Jian Yu: nah dont buy it

Jian Yu: you take pics of the most boring shit ever

Jian Yu: I know you have pics show me

Yin Yu: I’m not showing you

Jian Yu: come on man gotta rate your date

Yin Yu: No thank you

Jian Yu: uuugh just send a pic to knie this guy is okay and not a frwakinh weirdo

Jian Yu: *know

Jian Yu: *freaking

Yin Yu wanted everything but give Jian Yu the chance to laugh about him. He needed a picture with a real guy and quickly. The question now was where to find named guy.

A notification in his phone showed up.

Meituan Waimai · now Your order will arrive shortly 🛵

Well, Yin Yu knew where to get a real guy now.

He checked his Meituan app. On the driver’s profile, was the picture of a man and the name Quan Yizhen. The guy seemed young and fair looking. Yin Yu couldn’t tell more from the small profile picture, but at this point, he couldn’t be picky. He had to convince this delivery guy to take a picture with him.

After what seemed the longest five minutes of Yin Yu’s life, the doorbell rang. His phone also dinged. His food had arrived.

Steeling his nerves, and repeating in his mind the words he would use, Yin Yu opened the door. As he looked at the delivery guy, his brain filled with white noise. Scratch fair looking, this delivery guy was probably the most handsome man Yin Yu had ever seen.

Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. He had seen plenty of handsome guys—he was acquainted with Hua Cheng after all—but none had teared a reaction so visceral from him as the one standing before his door.

The man was tall, around Yin Yu’s own stature. He was well built, not a broad figure, but it was obvious he trained regularly. His head was full of curly locks that in anyone else might have looked like a disordered bird nest, but in this man it looked like a chic disheveled style.

“Food,” the stupidly handsome man said, bringing the package up to attention. He was looking down at his phone. “Are you Yin—” He furrowed his eyebrows, then he glanced up. His eyes—beautiful big amber eyes—widened. “Yin Yu?”

“Huh?” Yin Yu said stupidly in awe.

“It’s you...”

It took a moment for Yin Yu to process the words. “Oh, yes. I’m Yin Yu. I ordered that.”

He showed his phone with the delivery app opened. Yin Yu’s cheeks were burning. He mentally berated himself for losing his brain cells to a pretty face.

“No,” the delivery guy said. “I mean, it’s you, ge!”

Yin Yu was confused now. “Excuse me?”

“It’s me! Quan Yizhen.”

“Um, yes? I saw your name on the app,” Yin Yu said, still not getting what this handsome man was trying to tell him.

“Ah, right. Didn’t use my real name. I’m Qi Ying.”

Yin Yu blinked. He must have heard wrong, he thought. There was no way that name had been uttered by this beautiful man.

“I’m sorry, who did you say?”

“Qi Ying.”

Yin Yu’s face sank. He didn’t hear wrong.

“Ge?”

“W-what?”

“Are you okay?”

Yin Yu couldn’t tell. He felt like fainting, so maybe he wasn’t okay. But, how else could he react to this information? He couldn’t believe it.

“You… you’re that guy? Qi Ying? From TanTan?”

“Yes,” the delivery—well, Qi Yi—no, Quan Yizhen said. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Yin Yu had tried before to imagine what Qi Ying looked like, they have been talking so much, so of course he would try to put a face to the man. No matter what he imagined, at the end, he only could connect him to the unfocused picture from TanTan. At some point, he didn’t think of Qi Ying as a real person.

But now, that same Qi Ying was here, very much real. He tried to overlap the blurry image with the man in front of him, but it seemed almost absurd to do so; he was so far from Yin Yu’s expectations. After all, what were the chances of coincidentally meeting your mysterious crush from a dating app and discovering he looked like a god? Totally nuts, had to be a lie. However, there was no reason for he to lie. He gained nothing out of it. So, Yin Yu was probably dreaming. That would make more sense than whatever this situation was.

“Say, are you mad at me?” Quan Yizhen asked. “You stopped replying.”

Yin Yu came back from his musings. He remembered the confusion, humiliation and betrayal that led him to stop chatting with Qi Ying. He now had a face to direct his anger to.

“You sent me a weird message, what did you expect?”

Quan Yizhen’s eyes widened. “Ah, that wasn’t me!”

“Wasn’t you?” Yin Yu looked askance.

“No. A classmate told me I had to be more forward if I wanted to get serious with you.”

“‘Serious’. So you asked... you asked for nudes?”

“I didn’t! He sent the messages for me.”

Yin Yu scrunched his eyebrows together.

“I punched his face when he told me.”

“You punched him?”

Quan Yizhen nodded.

“Serves him right,” Yin Yu mumbled.

“I told you in my messages,” Quan Yizhen said and his expression turned wistful. “I guess you didn’t read them.”

Yin Yu felt a pang of remorse, but he quickly stopped himself. He had already made so many mistakes. He couldn’t fall for this guy’s tactics now.

“Of course I didn’t.” Yin Yu huffed. “If this is some sort of game for you, I’m not playing along. Leave.”

“No! I’m not playing. It’s the truth.”

“Why should I believe you? I don’t really know you.”

“You do. Everything I told you was real. I was looking forward to your messages every day.”

The pang of hurt was there again. Yin Yu felt compelled to believe him, to comfort him. After all, he had gotten used to do that through all their conversations.

Still, Yin Yu shouldn’t trust Quan Yizhen. For all he knew, he might be making up everything. But in the remote case that he was truthful, then Yin Yu wanted to know one thing.

“Why was it me?” Yin Yu asked.

“What?”

“Why did you contact me in TanTan?” That had been a question Yin Yu had since the beginning. “There are so many men, I didn’t even reply to you at first, so... why? Why didn’t you even upload a proper picture? You would’ve gotten so many matches!”

“What’s wrong with my picture?”

“It’s freaking unintelligible!”

“For real? I didn’t notice.”

Yin Yu was speechless. He very much wanted to hit this guy now. “Just answer. Why me?”

Quan Yizhen bit his bottom lip. “I wanted to date someone,” he replied. “Everyone always tells me I’m missing out. I wanted to see if dating was that great. I liked a lot of profiles but only matched with you.”

Not surprising. Quan Yizhen’s profile seemed a joke, who would look at it twice?

“With time, I’m sure you would have gotten more matches,” Yin Yu said, however.

Quan Yizhen shrugged. “When I began chatting with you I stopped caring about that.”

“You didn’t have to settle with the first option. What if there was someone better suited for you?”

“Better suited?”

Yin Yu nodded. It didn’t have to be him. It was a mere chance that they ended up chatting.

“What are you saying, ge? We have so many things in common. You like wrestling and scallion pancakes. You recommend movies to me. You also remember the things I tell you. There’s no one better than you.” Quan Yizhen smiled. “Also, your face’s pretty. You’re as beautiful as in your photos, ge.”

Yin Yu’s mind went blank. “W-what?”

“A classmate told me that most pictures in dating apps are fake or edited, but you look the same,” Quan Yizhen explained. “Beautiful.”

Having those things said to his face made Yin Yu go red. It was unreal to have such a handsome man call him beautiful. This definitely had to be a dream.

In that moment, Quan Yizhen’s phone made a sound. He took a look at it.

“Ah! Ge, I have to give you your food. Time’s almost up.”

Yin Yu had forgotten all about the food until that moment. He took the offered paper bag. Quan Yizhen tapped his phone a couple of times and then put it away. There was a moment in which no one said a thing.

“I... guess that’s all,” Yin Yu eventually said.

“Wait, ge. Will you talk with me again?”

“I have no reason to.”

“Give me another chance.” Quan Yizhen pleaded. “I won’t ask you weird things, I promise.”

“You want to talk with me that much?”

“Yes. I like talking with you. You don’t?”

Yin Yu couldn’t lie to himself. He enjoyed talking to Quan Yizhen, much more than he wanted to admit, but he hated being taken advantage of. If he was willing to give Quan Yizhen the benefit of doubt, he also wanted to have a insurance.

“I still don’t trust you. Take a pic with me.”

“Huh?”

“If you do, I’ll answer your texts. If you try to play me, I’ll post your picture and number everywhere.”

Quan Yizhen had his mouth hanging. After seeming to think it over, he nodded. “Deal.”

Yin Yu cleared his throat. “T-then, I’ll take it.”

He opened the camera app on his phone and positioned himself beside Quan Yizhen. Yin Yu had asked this kind of thing because he needed the photo. Definitely not because he was interested in Quan Yizhen, whatsoever.

“Come closer and... um, put your hand on my shoulder,” Yin Yu said.

Shameless behavior, Yin Yu admonished himself in his mind.

If Quan Yizhen found the situation weird, he didn’t voice it aloud. He followed Yin Yu’s instructions and put his arm around Yin Yu’s shoulders.

Yin Yu gulped. He held his phone high to take a selfie, but his hand was slightly trembling. With effort, he stabilized the device and even remembered to smile.

“Ready? 1, 2...” Yin Yu snapped several photos in sequence. “done.”

Yin Yu opened his gallery to check the photos. Quan Yizhen leaned over to see as well. Yin Yu noticed he was still touching his shoulder. He tried to ignore that and focus on the photo instead. He shouldn’t have. The moment Yin Yu saw the picture, he wanted to throw his phone away.

The picture was extremely awkward. On one part, Yin Yu’s face was completely pink, seeming feverish. His smile was forced and skewed. Being dressed in the old t-shirt didn’t help at all. On the other part, Quan Yizhen didn’t bother to smile. He had a fierce gaze, slightly frowning. His hand on Yin Yu’s shoulder was unnecessarily tensed, and, somehow, his figure was blurry. Yin Yu checked the four photos he managed to take and all of them had similar problems. In all of them, Quan Yizhen was unfocused. Yin Yu realized that despite being good looking, Quan Yizhen wasn’t photogenic at all. He almost wanted to laugh.

“Can you send me that photo?” Quan Yizhen asked.

“You want it? It’s not that...” Yin Yu couldn’t finish. Quan Yizhen’s gaze was so clear and genuine. He changed his words. “Sure, why not?”

Quan Yizhen eyes shined. Yin Yu found that it was incredible easy to read his expressions. How could someone like him even think of deception? Yin Yu was sure that he wouldn’t be fooled by Quan Yizhen even if he tried.

“I have to go now, ge...” Quan Yizhen made no attempt to move.

“Alright.”

“I’ll message you.”

“Yes.”

“You’ll reply, right?” Quan Yizhen pouted.

Yin Yu avoided looking at him directly, it seemed that Quan Yizhen’s gaze had a strange effect on him. In the back of his mind, there was a voice telling him that he should cut ties with Quan Yizhen. However, Yin Yu had given his word, he wouldn’t go back on it. Not with this guy that seemed ready to do everything Yin Yu asked of him—which in itself was a mortifying thought. He put a hand over his face. “Yes, I’ll reply.”

Quan Yizhen grinned. “I’ll message you soon, ge! Wait for it!” Quan Yizhen took his delivery bag and ran down the hallway. Then, he stopped and looked back. “Don’t forget to reply! See you!”

Like a hurricane, Quan Yizhen left in a flurry. Yin Yu stood in his doorway for a moment longer. He wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t just hallucinate the whole thing. However, he looked at his phone and the totally real photo of Quan Yizhen and himself was there.

Yin Yu went into his apartment. At the same time, he sent the photo to Jian Yu. Not even 10 seconds later, his phone dinged with three new notifications.

Yin Yu buffed at his friend’s dramatics. Before he could reply, he saw the notifications from TanTan piling in his notification bar. The truth was that he couldn’t bring himself to block Quan Yizhen’s profile even after he received those uncomfortable messages. Yin Yu didn’t turn off the notifications altogether due to the other chat he had. So instead he had let the notifications stay there, unopened. After hearing Quan Yizhen’s side of the story, he felt kind of guilty. His phone beeped then, and a new bubble joined the pile of unopened notifications.

Jian Yu: oh for fucks sake a jock??? for real?????

Jian Yu: is this your type?

Jian Yu: Yin Yu I told you not to go out with jocks they suck

Qi Ying · TanTan · now I’m so happy we met Reply Postpone

Yin Yu smiled bashfully. That guy was too much. Still, he tapped the notification and his chat with Blurry Guy opened. He read through the unread messages.

Yin Yu wanted to be swallowed by a hole. He should have read those messages before. If he had, he would have avoided hurting Quan Yizhen, he would have avoided accepting the awful date today, and maybe he would have attended a nice date with Quan Yizhen instead. He couldn’t do anything about that now, but he could try to make up for it.

October 1, 2024

Qi Ying: ge??

Qi Ying: sorry a classmate was helping me text u

Qi Ying: he said: u have to up ur game or u won’t get far

Qi Ying: it’s my first time doing this and he has gone out with a lot of people so I thought he was right

Qi Ying: but now I think u got angry

Qi Ying: he thought I was talking to a woman

Qi Ying: he told me: I don’t have experience with men so maybe I fucked up ur chance sorry man

Qi Ying: are u mad at me?

Qi Ying: also I liked the movie u recd me

October 2, 2024

Qi Ying: ge

Qi Ying: I want to talk to u

Qi Ying: I’ll wait for ur answer

October 4, 2024

Qi Ying: I bought the ice cream u told me bout

Qi Ying: it was yummy 🌟

Saturday

Qi Ying: hi

Qi Ying: how are u??

Sunday

Qi Ying: a friend told me: u should be sincere and apologize properly first

Qi Ying: that way u can trust me again and reply back

Qi Ying: I like chatting with u

Qi Ying: u pay attention to whatever I write

Qi Ying: it’s ok if ur mad

Qi Ying: I’m sorry I was disgusting I didn’t realize

Qi Ying: I just wanted to meet u

Qi Ying: I thought we could have fun together

Qi Ying: my friend told me: tell him that’s not an innuendo u don’t even get innuendos

Monday

Qi Ying: ge did u see my messages?

Qi Ying: I’m waiting for u to answer

Wednesday

Qi Ying: I’m really sorry ge

Qi Ying: ur the nicest person I know

Qi Ying: I’m serious

Yesterday

Qi Ying: I’m sorry

Yin Yu gripped his phone tightly. He didn’t know if things would go well this time, but he wanted to try without running away. He owed Quan Yizhen that much.

Today

Qi Ying: ge it’s me!!

Qi Ying: I’m so happy we met

Qi Ying: I wanted to meet u since the beginning

Qi Ying: I want to see u again

Qi Ying: only if u want

Qi Ying: what do u say?

Yin Yu: I’ve been craving hot pot

Yin Yu: You should invite me sometime

His phone beeped. A new message incoming.

Yin Yu’s heartbeat was loud in his ears and his face felt too warm. He felt so silly. Was this how liking someone was supposed to be? Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He had learn that he could be impulsive too. However, he didn’t know why, but he had the feeling that it might turn alright with Quan Yizhen. Yin Yu opened his delivery food, all hungry, and smiled.

Qi Ying: Yes!!

Qi Ying: I know the best place!!

Qi Ying: I’ll take u whenever u want

His phone dinged multiple times. Yin Yu opened WeChat and read the first three messages before rolling his eyes and flipping his phone down. He took a bite out of a wonton. He would enjoy his food now. Love, friends, texts could wait until he finished dining. His phone kept dinging, but Yin Yu ignored it with glee.

Jian Yu: Yin Yu I told you not to go out with jocks they suck

Jian Yu: was he nice at least or did he talk about his six pack the whole date?

Jian Yu: idk what jocks talk about

Jian Yu: wait a min

Jian Yu: why is the dude in a yellow uniform?????

Jian Yu: is he a fucking meituan driver

Jian Yu: are you shitting me Yin Yu????

Jian Yu: hey

Jian Yu: answer me

Jian Yu: dont leave me on seen

Jian Yu: answer asshole

Jian Yu: im so confused was your date a meituan driver or are you sending me pics with a random dude just to spite me?

Jian Yu: would respect you for that ngl

Jian Yu: …are you fucking him rn or

Jian Yu: you know what dont wanna know

Jian Yu: would be fucking funny if you bang a driver after a date with another dude tho

Jian Yu: good for you I guess

Jian Yu: be happy forever after with your meituan driver

Jian Yu: doesnt have my approval tho!

Jian Yu: Yin Yuuuuu

Jian Yu: youre rlly fucking him arent you?

Jian Yu: no other swnsibekl reason to ignpre your best friend agter all!!!!

Jian Yu: *snebsible *ignore *after

Jian Yu: *sensibek

Jian Yu: FUCK

Jian Yu: thats it im out

Jian Yu: anyways text me when youre done ill be waiting 🤙

#quanyin week 2024 #quanyin #i did sth

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atxxzist · 2 years ago

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sweetest lies | c.s (prologue)

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pairing: choi san x f!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning: none (i think)

dinner in the presence of yunho is always pleasant. not just the sight of him--though that is, too, but in the way he's always able to bring smiles out from anyone--your parents and his arranged around the table, all praising his accomplishments and excited for the next step in his journey.

he's sitting across from you, a shy smile on his face with light pink tinted cheeks, flustered from the amount of flattering, but you know he's happy. happy to have made his parents proud, and happy to have kept the family customs that's been established before he was even born.

"now that you're officially done with your master's and will be helping your father soon, is there anything else you have in mind? anything else you wish to do?" your father asks politely.

he's never had a son, and yunho is probably the closest thing to one, having treated him like his own from the days he was still running around the playground like any child, so much shorter than him, to the present where he's grown into the young man he is, towering over your father with ease.

"like marriage," your mother adds, prompting yunho's own to chuckle along as the two share an amused look and swat each other on the arms playfully at the thought.

your attention immediately picks up at the word (as if you already weren't listening in on it intensively), and your sister's might've as well, though you're too busy thinking for yourself to notice even if she's just a seat away.

short-haired, petite frame, cute in her features, and two years entirely younger than you, it's hard to not feel small next to her despite being a few inches taller.

she's also graceful in her manners, the food on her plate showing only few bites and little to no crumbs anywhere; the napkin and utensils even neatly placed on the side.

if you were not so spiteful and a little less of a bitch, you would say your sister is the perfect daughter--a combination of everything a young woman in her early 20s should be and more.

but if you're to spend time talking about your sister and the many ways she makes you feel inferior, you would never get to the point--the point being, you couldn't care less about the deep insecurities rooted in you from just being in the same room as her at the moment--your mind stuck in a trance, only able to think about yunho and marriage.

"a fine young man like yunho deserves only the best in a partner," your father adds sweetly, delivering a smile to yunho as the corners of his lips curve in return.

"i agree." yunho father's nod in agreement, raising his glass of expensive champagne. "she needs to be someone who will be able carry the family's name forward. but most importantly, she should be smart and competent--someone equal to yunho."

a low and dry chuckle leaves him before he looks to yunho.

"right, son?"

there's an unintentional hesitation from yunho, stumbling with something nervous in his eye before nodding his head lightly.

"yes, father."

someone who will be able to carry the family's name forward, smart, competent, and equal to yunho.

in all honesty, you probably don't meet one or two of the requirements, but you do have a few things in your favor--the first being you are somewhat equal in terms of status.

their house might be bigger and they might throw more lavish parties, but you all shop at the same places, wear the same brands, drive the same kinds of cars, and live in the same neighborhood.

the last thing being--in the entirety that you've known yunho, he's never had a girlfriend and never seeked out relationships. as far as you're aware, you're the only woman in his life.

so pardon you for sounding a bit full of yourself, but you can't possibly think of anyone else who's better suited for him than you.

the dinner goes on, still with the compliments and small talks about the future, but a few more minutes in and you have to excuse yourself from the table to use the restroom.

no matter how many times you've been here, you will always get a little lost at first from how huge and spacious the downstairs is, until you finally find the door to one, relieving yourself and washing up, eager to head back so you can hear more about yunho.

but you're barely a foot out the door when you hit face first into someone's hard chest, just one glance up at him and it makes your stomach churn.

"hi," he says all cheeky smile, looking down at you with batting eyelashes, a tank top and messy hair like he just woke up. at almost 6 in the evening.

you don't say anything, only rolling your eyes in an attempt to get away but not before he's fast to block off the open space, making you thump your head into his chest again.

"i don't have time for you right now, san," you warn quietly, patience beginning to thin, but he probably doesn't even hear you, his gaze entirely elsewhere as a smirk appears on his lips.

"is that a new bra?"

"i don't know, what do you think?" you cross your arms, slouching and waiting for him to get the show over with so you can return to what actually matters.

"it definitely is. i've never seen you in it before."

you brush off the comment; it not even being worth a reaction.

"you know, i'm surprised you're even here at all."

he snickers, one arm leaned against the wall like what you're saying is ridiculous.

"at my own house? during my brother's celebration dinner? why wouldn't i be here?"

you see.. san is the biological son of the choi's. yunho was adopted into the family after a tragic accident took both of his parents' lives, and always having been a close friend and good business partner of yunho's father, mr. choi took yunho under his wing, allowing the boy to keep his family's original surname and raised him until he's quite literally a mere reflection of the man himself.

you have no idea what went wrong; how proper and sophisticated people like mr and mrs choi can end up with someone like san who has so little care for the world, as if he's just floating through life.

but you suppose that's the advantage of being the biological kid--he gets to fuck up however many times he wants and can put in the bare minimal efforts and get asspats for it, while someone like yunho has to go the extra mile, sweating blood and tears just to prove he's worth something. that mr. choi wasn't wrong.

and maybe that's one of the reasons why you always resented san--that he's just another rich and spoiled kid.

despite the prejudice, the awful thing is that you still have more in common with him than yunho--putting on pretty facades of being a good son at family events and business interviews when behind it, he was busy smoking weeds and getting drunk at dirty frat parties every week.

you only know that because you were also at those parties, smoking dirt cheap weeds and getting stupid drunk, failing half of your classes.

"just pointing it out because you seem to have a knack for missing important events."

"i never miss important events, that's why i came to find you," he delivers with a sly tone, inching too close that you're basically pressed up against him, proceeding to pinch your brows at the confession.

"you followed me?"

"of course. i heard the conversation at the table. you know, if you're going to get married off to my brother soon, we might as well get it over with; go into one of these rooms. we might not get the chance ever again. i'll make it quick, and this will just be between you and me."

he does the suggestive gesture of swiping a thumb over your lips but you're quick to push him off, hissing back, "you're fucking disgusting."

he smirks in amusement.

"all i heard was 'fucking', and definitely, we could be fucking right now."

your eyes roll into the back of your head so hard, you're surprise you don't pass out.

"i wouldn't fuck you even if i'm on life support and need your dick to survive."

he laughs.

"who knows. desperate time calls for desperate measures. after all, we have made out before."

you kissed san. once. and that was only because you were high as fuck and had no idea what the hell was going on, but san will always bring it up any chance he gets, holding onto that fact like a badge to be proud of.

"only time i'd let you lay a finger on me is if i'm fucked in the brai--"

"--y/n?"

both your heads snap to the voice a couple feet away, seeing it's yunho and having to immediately distance yourself even further from san, clearing your throat.

"what's going on?" he asks in his soft timbre.

"i was just uhm," you half answer, running over to his side to make yourself at home by wrapping your arms around one of his, staring back at san in annoyance, "using the restroom and ran into him."

"you were taking a while so i told everyone i'd come and get you."

the way your expression immediately changes at yunho's words makes san feel pure disgust; how you can switch character so quick almost unbelievable.

"thank you," you reply with a smile, lightly snuggling the side of your head on his arm. "let's go back."

hauling him back the other way, you wait as he stops and turns slightly to san, uttering, "dinner is still going on. you should come."

san can only watch the two of you walk away, groaning to himself as he pushes past the restroom door and slam it in irritation.

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We're A Family Part 14 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I'm not sorry for the cliff hanger esc ending 😈

I'm going to use this opportunity here to say thank you to the step parents, partners, siblings, foster parents, adoptive parents...all y'all raising children who aren't biologically yours...you are amazing and deserve love and appreciation. The woman I call mom is technically my stepmom but she has been more a mom to me than my own. She showed me how mothers are supposed to be and I love her everyday for that <3.

Warning: Smut, FLUFF, and slight angst, Mr. Harrington pops up making a brief verbal cameo , Eddie mentions an incident about Steve's past heartbreaks as well as briefly (very brief) touches on his life right after moving in with Wayne, I think that's it.

Word Count: 3535

“Does he have to wear a suit?”, Eddie asks as he browses the clothes on the rack above him.

“I mean he doesn’t have to but it is his first date technically so…”, Steve grins as Dylan rolls his eyes.

You had already done the whole mom thing where you cried for ten minutes straight because your “baby” was growing up and asked a girl on a date to a dance. When he asked the guys to take him clothes shopping, he had hoped to avoid more of that, thankful when you offered to stay home and watch Aurora.

“Calm down. I’m not going to coo at you and tell you how big you’ve gotten.”, the man teases as he playfully reaches for his son’s cheeks.

“I don’t think I should wear a suit. I don’t want to seem…overeager.” Dylan’s eyes scan the shirts in front of him. “What did you guys wear on your first dates?”

“Jesus, um…”, Eddie’s eyes fly to ceiling as he thinks. “Jeans and a Guns & Roses t-shirt, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Of course, that’s what you wore.”, Steve chuckled.

“Hey! We were like eleven and went to a movie. It wasn’t anything fancy. What about you, sire? I imagine you came out of the womb with a date the next day.” The metalhead smiled as Dylan laughed.

“For your information, my first date was in 6th grade. I took a girl to the Snowball dance. And yes…I wore a suit.”

“Oh, please tell me there are pictures in a box somewhere at home.”

“No, thank God.”

“We can ask grandma.”, Dylan smiles mischievously.

“I swear, if either of you ask my mother for pictures—”

“Oh! You’ll what?”, Eddie joked.

“I’ll…be very upset.”

“Uh huh.”

****

“Do we have to watch it again?”

“Yes!”, Aurora giggles.

You laugh at her smile as you replay “The Empire Strikes Back” on the tv. “Yeah. I’m glad you’re happy. I’m going to kill your dad.”

Just like Dylan had with Harry Potter, Ro seemed to attach to Star Wars. Steve was watching “A New Hope” one afternoon and she sat beside him the entire time completely transfixed. Ever since then she insisted on watching anything you would allow that was Star Wars related.

“Beep, Beep!”, she mimicked as the front door opened and your three boys came through.

“Star Wars still?”, Steve asked.

“I hate you. This is your fault.”, you laugh as you quickly rose to your feet. “Sooooo, what did we get?”

“You’ll see.”, Dylan smiles. “Are you guys still chaperoning?”

“Well, I don’t have a choice being a teacher and my boss volunteered me.”

“That’s the spirit, Harrington!”, Eddie chuckles as he wraps his arm around the boy’s neck. “Yes, we will still be there and we promise not to embarrass you…much.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go call Daisy and tell her what I got.”

You three watch as he excitedly runs up the stairs before you lightly smack Steve’s arm. “What did he get?”

“I can’t tell you!”

“Call it payment for me watching those movies back-to-back with our three-year-old instead of me murdering you.”

“Oh… you won’t murder me. You love me too much.”

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Dylan watches his dads with intense fascination as they get ready, occasionally getting distracted when he heard his sister say something cute as she helped you get ready out in the bedroom.

“Mama hair up.”

“Yeah? Here can you brush it for me so I can pull it up?” Aurora grins excitedly when you hand her the brush.

“When it comes to hair, kid, you should let Steve take the reins on that one.” Eddie smiled as he moved out of the way and allowed Dylan space in front of the mirror so the man could show him some techniques.

“Oooo… Din purty.”, Ro compliments him before waddling to the metalhead. “Daddy! Mama…tie…for hair.”

“Mommy needs a hair tie?” She nods aggressively as he reaches across the sink to get her what she’s asking for. “Here you go, princess.”

“Tank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” His eyes follow after her as she grins and runs back into the bedroom.

“Alright, little man. What do you think?”

Dylan turns his head from side to side as he checks out his hair. “I love it. Mom! What do you think?”, he asks as he steps out of the bathroom.

“Oh my god!”, you squeak making the boys laugh.

“She likes it.”, Steve confirms as he sprays some of his cologne on himself before giving his son a little spritz on his wrist.

“Wow. Bubaful.”, Aurora coos as they all come out together.

Dylan had decided to not to wear a suit but a nice button up shirt with a small black tie hanging down his front. Still wanting to have some remnants of himself, he decided on wearing his converse with the black jeans he bought fully rounding out his ensemble. He actually looked like he tried to fuse Eddie and Steve’s style together.

Steve threw on a blue polo with some black slacks and shiny matching shoes. Eddie was donning a plain black shirt with black jeans like Dylan’s and sneakers.

“Aw, look at my guys.”, you grin as you climb off the bed.

You were wearing a stunning, casual blue dress with a cute floral print with similar color flats.

“You look beautiful, honey.”

As the doorbell rings, Ro claps her hands. “Kee!”

“Yes, that would be Aunt Kierra. Here, go open the door and make her feel old.”, you giggle as you push Dylan towards the stairs.

Eddie picks up his daughter as you four head down as well.

“Really? Of course, everyone looks good.”, Kierra whines playfully. “Hi Rara.”

“Kee.” She aggressively wiggles out of her father’s arms to run to her aunt.

“Ah yes. Fun aunt is here and now we don’t matter.”, you smile as you give your sister a hug. As you pull away you notice her own grin turn into a line. “Uh oh. What happened?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“You’ll tell me now.”

“Dylan, can you take this dork and turn on those god-awful movies she likes?” You son laughs as he grabs his sister and carries her into the living room. “So, Mr. Harrington, the evil one not this one here, went to visit our mother the other day.”

You sighed as Steve gently ran his palm down your back.

“Y/N, you think his dad was upset about you changing your name? Oof. Mom called me screaming saying you were taking it too far. She said she was going to call Charlie and side with him if he decided to go to court…” Her sympathetic eyes met yours. “I didn’t tell her…about him…ya know.”

“I should go talk to her—”

“Well that’s not happening.”, Eddie interrupts. “Sweetheart, do you really think talking to her is going to do any good? She doesn’t care. Now Steve’s dad… he can’t do anything right?”

Steve shook his head. “I mean what can he do? I have no inheritance from his side. Unless he wants to fight my mom. I don’t know. I think it’s more of an image thing now. Two kids with half his name and they aren’t…pure Harringtons.”

Your heart breaks as you listen to him speak. You know how much he hates this conversation. Aurora and Dylan are his kids; no ifs, ands, or buts about it. However, his father and your mother insist on finding little ways to remind him that both children don’t have an ounce of his DNA.

In a court of law, if you both left him, he would have zero say in where the kids go. Steve understood that would never happen. You both loved him and he loved you. This was his family but those little technicalities always loomed especially when other people brought them to light.

“Jesus. And our mom thought the Munson’s would be the biggest problem in this dynamic.”

Eddie sticks his tongue out at Kierra who chuckles as she comes around to give him a hug.

“Hey guys. Can we go now? I don’t want to be late.”, Dylan asks as he comes around the corner.

“Yes. Sorry. We got distracted by life. Let’s get a move on.” Painting a smile on your face, you grab your dates and head of the door.

##########

You snuck a picture from your place in the car as you three watched Dylan shyly shuffle up to his date who had been waiting at the front door of the school. Something he says makes her laugh and she blushes as he extends his elbow to her like he had seen the guys do numerous times. She grins, looping her arm in his before heading into the dance.

“What was your first date?”, Eddie asked as he leaned forward from his place in the backseat.

“Oh my god. I think I was about Dylan’s age. A boy asked me to dinner and a movie. Of course, dinner was some fast-food joint and we snuck into the movie but…”, you giggle. “I had fun. What are you guys going to do when Aurora starts dating?”

“Kill them.”, the metalhead pretends to glare into the distance making you and Steve laugh.

“Can we not think about our daughter dating? I don’t think I can handle that right now. I can barely handle this.” Steve continues to chuckle as both men get out of the car and open the door for you.

“Thank you guys for helping him pick out an outfit and getting him ready.”

“You don’t have to—”

You cut Eddie off with a kiss as you wrap your arms around him. “I know I don’t have to. Just let me, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

As you entered the dance, Steve had to detach from you two to tell his boss he was there and offer any assistance they may need. You and Eddie snuck a little closer to where the kids were, smiling when you say your son and his date sitting at a table talking. You can’t help but laugh when “Come Sail Away” by STYX begins to play.

“Isn’t this way outside of their generation? It’s barely in ours.”

“Eh, I’m sure they have to play it as safe as possible.”, the metalhead grins as he takes your hand and pulls you towards the edge of the dance floor where some of the other adults were swaying to the music. Your arms wrap around his neck as he clings to your waist.

“So, you and Steve would have went to school here to, right?”

“You are correct but we didn’t really hang out till high school.”

“Do you remember him?”

“Oh, princess, everyone knew who Steve Harrington was. King Steve with his awesome fashion sense and cool head of hair. I fucking hated him.”, Eddie chuckles. “Something changed his junior year. He started seeing this girl and I think she changed his perspective on some things. By senior year, he was a new man more or less.”

“What happened to the girl?”

“They broke up. She, uh, told him she didn’t love him.”

“Aw. Poor Stevie.” Your eyes shifted towards him, watching as he talked to some of the other teachers. “What about little Edward Munson. What was he like at school here?”

“Oof. Angry. Confused. Nerdy.”, he laughs. “I had been living with Wayne for a little under a year at this point. I was still trying to figure things out and this town sure as hell didn’t make it any easier.” You lean up on your toes to kiss his lips before resting your cheek on his chest. “I think the one good thing that came out of middle school was me getting into D & D. I thought it was amazing and gave me a place I could escape to.”

The music picked up tempo and you grinned as you watched Dylan walk his date to the dance floor. Eddie twirls you in his arms and your grin grows as you both dance along to the faster beat. You don’t see it but Steve pulls out his phone and begins recording his little family having fun.

“Dylan is yours, right?”, asks one of his colleagues.

“Yeah, that’s my son.”, he beams before pointing towards you and Eddie. “That’s my wife and husband.”

She tilts her head at his statement but he doesn’t notice nor care. He’s having too much fun watching you three.

##########

“Well, look at this.”, the metalhead grinned as he looked around the classroom. “The kid who was bad in class actually has his own classroom.”

Steve thought it would be a good idea for you guys to walk around a bit and allow Dylan some time alone with his date without you in the room so he decided now would be a good time to show you his room that you two hadn’t got to see yet.

“I wasn’t bad…I just didn’t care.”

You smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist, giggling when you feel something vibrate.

“Is that me or you?”

He grins as he pulls out his phone before it gradually begins to fade. “My father is calling me.” You take the phone out of his hand and place it on his desk, allowing it to ring as you bring his lips to yours.

“I love you. No matter what he or my mom says.”

“I know.”

“I know you know but I also know…sometimes when he says things…it still hurts you.”

“Like Aurora and Dylan not being Harringtons.”, Eddie cut in. Steve’s phone went silent but after a few moments yours started to ring, grinning sassily as you flashed him the screen. “Do you think we should go for gold and see if he calls me?”

You handed the metalhead your phone. “Do with it what you will, my love.”

He raises his eyebrows playfully in your direction before placing the device to his ear. “Mr. Harrington! How can the Munson-Harrington family assist you today?”

“Where is my son? I need to speak with him NOW!”

“Uh, last I checked, you hadn’t spoken to Steve in three years. When did he become your son again and what do you need from him?”

Your hand reaches out to grip Steve’s chin, turning him to face you. “Look at me, baby. Let Eddie handle him and you focus on me.” He exhales heavily as you palms slide down his chest. “We won’t get in trouble, right?”

“Not if we don’t get caught.”

He lifts you into his arms and places you on his desk, lips mingling with your own as your limbs circle around his neck.

“Is this the real reason you wanted to show us your classroom?”, you tease as he smiles.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve fantasized about bending you over my desk.”

“Then do it, Steve. Please. I’m yours, baby.”

His fingers fumbled with his zipper as you lifted your hips to pull your underwear down your legs, grinning when you toss them to Eddie who sticks his tongue out as he catches them. Your eyes gesture towards the closed door and he gets the message, heading that way to keep a look out.

“Mr. Harrington, no. Dylan IS Steve’s son. He loves him and has helped raise him for half his life so far. I know that’s a foreign concept to you since you don’t know what actually raising a child looks like.”

Steve turns you till your back is to him and you lean over his desk as he grips your hips, guiding his cock into your entrance. Your eyes flutter closed as he thrusts into you, hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you making you moan.

“Y-yes, Steve. Fuck.”

All sound drowns out of the room as he leans his chest down to your back and wraps his arms around you.

“Does that feel good, honey? My dick—mmm—deep inside you like this.”, he mewls into your ear. “Tell me, baby.”

“Your cock is so deep. F-feels so good…please.”

“Do you think you can be quiet if I fuck you harder? You wouldn’t—fuck—you wouldn’t want us to get caught, right?”

You shake your head and he smiles as he lifts his arm up your body till its nestled under your chin. Your back arches as he roughly rolls his hips against yours at a faster pace.

“Mr. Harrington, I’m not going to lie, I didn’t hear a word you said mostly because I don’t care but also because I’m watching Steve fuck our wife and, as always, it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to let them finish and then most likely cum in his pretty little mouth. Fuck off and leave our family alone.”

With that, Eddie hangs up the phone and tosses it to the side as he unzips his pants, pulling out his own cock as he strokes it to the sight of you both.

“Cum, baby. Be my good girl and cum for me, honey.” Steve grunted when your pussy clenched tighter around him, his palm quickly moving to cover the loud moan that escaped your mouth. “You like that? Mmm—you like me calling you a good girl?”

You place your hand over his, feeling his alone won’t stifle the continuous whimpers that you pant out as he continues to whisper in your ear. The coil in your tummy snaps as you lean your head back against his shoulder and grip his hair through your fingers.

“That’s it. That’s it, Y/N. Fuck, you’re so…so fucking…beautiful.” His arms cling to your body as you feel him thrust his release into your cunt. Neither of you moves as you both try and catch your breath. “Are you ok?”

You nod as you gesture towards the groaning metalhead. “He…he may need you though.”, you say with a knowing smile.

Steve gradually pulls out of you, kissing your cheek before tucking himself back into his pants and sauntering towards Eddie. They exchange a soft kiss, the man smiling as he descends to his knees and takes his cock into his awaiting mouth.

You search the desk, finding the tissue you were looking for, and use it to clean between your legs. After readjusting your dress, you slide up beside them and Eddie hastily brings your lips to his. When he turns away, you continue to trail kisses along his neck and jawline.

“Fuck, Steve. Don’t…don’t move.”

His palms come down and hold the boys head by his hair as he pumps his hips. You cover his mouth as a strangled grunt leaves his lips and his body folds in slightly as he climaxes. Steve milks him, licking every last drop till the boy was clean before rising to his feet.

Their eyes meet and Eddie gave him a big tooth filled grin. “So, your dad says hi.”

########

“Did you have fun, baby?”

“Yeah, mom. I did. I asked Daisy to a movie next Friday. Is that ok?”

“Uh, I don’t see why not.”

You sister smiles as you for walk into the house. “I don’t know what you did but Mr. Harrington isn’t returning our mother’s calls.”

“Good. One less thing to worry about I guess.”, Eddie grins. “Where’s Ro?”

“She knocked out about an hour ago. I was afraid to move her and wake her up.” She gestures towards the living room and he heads that way, carefully lifting her sleeping frame in his arms. He pauses at Kierra’s side allowing her to kiss her niece’s forehead.

As she leaves, Dylan gives her a big hug before running upstairs and Steve throws himself down on the couch as you begin locking up the house.

“Shit. Hey, baby. Can you bring me my phone? I want to send my mom some of the pictures I took tonight.”

“Yeah, of course.”, you smile as you grab his phone from the counter. “Can I send myself some so I can send them to Kierra?” He nods and your smile grows as you unlock his device.

“She’s going to get a kick out of him and her slow dancing. We should send Dylan some to so he can show Daisy—what?” You had frozen in place and your smile had faded as your eyes scanned the screen in front of you. “Honey? Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“’Baby #3 Expenses.’”, you read.

“Y/N…I—”

“’Can we afford it?’ No, Steve. We can’t.”

He exhales heavily and he rises to his feet. “Actually…if you look at the math—”

“Really? Really. Ha-have you thought about, oh I don’t know, SPACE! This is a three-bedroom house, Steven. We-we would have to move which cost time and money! And…”

“What’s going on?”, Eddie asks as he cautiously enters the living room.

“The three of us have our jobs and two kids…we-we barely have time for anything else!” You feel yourself start to panic as you wrap your arms around yourself. “We are NOT ready for a baby right now.”

“Well, that sounds familiar.”, the metalhead sighs.

###########

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drive - part i

summary: "Despite your intensely professional appearance, you didn’t seem out of place in the slightest. And by god, you were breathtaking.” rating: explicit for sexual content (18+ mdni) pairing: eventual frankie morales x f!reader word count: 3.2k warnings: pseudo enemies-to-lovers, light sexism, author pretends they understand car terminology, potentially ooc!, no use of y/n, male masturbation. notes: i love love frankie <3 thank you to @tremendum for beta'ing :') this is my first attempt at nsfw content – please feel free to tell me what you think!!!! tagging: @sebsxphia @magpie-to-the-morning - pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed!

She was beautiful. ‘84? ‘85? Frankie couldn’t remember what the sheet Pope passed him had said when he’d looked over it briefly—just to make sure he was opening the hood of the right car. Besides, whatever was written there probably didn’t matter. In Frankie’s experience, the customers never really knew what was wrong or needed fixing. Sure, the type to waltz in with a vintage, manual BMW at least knew something beyond imitating the sound the engine would make when they’d try and go over 75 (“Look man, I just need her sounding right before I drive down to the Vineyard next weekend with the wife.”) but Frankie liked inspecting the cars himself. Pope had once told him he knew cars, helicopters—machinery better than people.

Maybe he was right. Machinery always had a response, you could always figure out what was making it tick, what was making the wheel stick when you turned too hard to the right, why the brakes made that sound when it was about to rain. People were often the same, but that’s why Frankie liked cars more than people. They talked to him.

Honestly, he almost felt bad for the car in front of him–whichever asshole suit had picked her up clearly wasn’t treating her right. She desperately needed a new paint job and a really good work over with a clay bar. There was a ding in the front bumper that seemed like it had come from a bit of overzealous joyriding, and he had that feeling in his gut that shining a blacklight around the interior would reveal a shitty Jackson Pollock imitation.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do. Frankie’s our best guy, he’ll take good care of her.” Pope’s voice rang throughout the shop, drifting into the back.

“I appreciate it. One of the partners recommended you, so I have high hopes.”

A woman’s voice. Frankie wondered whose wife or assistant that would be, they had regulars but none with that voice. He turned around slightly, attempting to keep his gaze hidden behind the hood. And there you were.

Pope was taller than you, but he could tell that what you lacked in height you made up for in aura. You were looking Pope directly in the eye, arms crossed loosely, one hip cocked. Despite your intensely professional appearance, you didn’t seem out of place in the slightest. And by god, you were breathtaking.

Frankie never felt terribly insecure about his looks–he knew he was attractive; maybe not as suave as Pope, but women found him charming. Frankie had had a string of girlfriends and lovers since high school, some serious, some not. More than one had found cause to argue with him about the amount of women who pursued him even while he was in a relationship, but even still, that part never really made sense to him. But when he looked at you, he knew he was looking at someone who men would fall over themselves to hold your attention for even a moment.

He felt his feet moving before he registered that it was happening, and realized he was making his way to the shop front. Frankie didn’t enjoy talking to customers, he told himself, but he wanted to know what your boss had done to bring him such a beautiful car in such condition. That was why he found himself pushing open the door that connected the shop to the workshop.

“The man of the hour!” Pope exclaimed, clapping him on the back, “This is Frankie.”

“Nice to meet you, Frankie. I hope you’ll take good care of her, she’s treasured dearly.” Your voice was rich and velvety, and the brief smile that graced your lips made him feel like he was staring at the sun.

But he had to go and open his mouth. “I’ll certainly do my best. But I have to ask, what on earth did the owner do to put that ding in the bumper? I’m sure he was having fun but it’s gnarly.”

It was like a bucket of ice water being thrown over a campfire–you raised an eyebrow and pressed your lips into a flat line. Pope inhaled (or exhaled– Frankie couldn’t tell), all he could hear was the sound of him holding his breath. Fuck.

“Well, I don’t know exactly what the previous owner was up to, but I don’t plan on joyriding. I bought her secondhand.”

“Oh right, of course. My apologies.” Frankie could feel the flush spread from the base of his neck to the tops of his ears and onto his face– leave it to him to stick his foot in his mouth in front of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. Universe: 1, Frankie: 0.

Pope coughed lightly, clearly attempting to draw your attention away from Frankie and towards a stack of forms sitting on the counter. The moment had been broken, and Frankie at least had enough sense to quietly excuse himself back into the shop where he probably belonged.

Okay, scratch everything he had ever said about having any sort of charm with women. Ever. At all. Every piece of attention he had ever received must’ve been a fluke because only someone without any sense at all would ever manage to put their foot in their mouth as hard as he just had. And it wasn’t the best thing to admit, but it was made all the worse by the fact that you were incredibly stunning.

Maybe he’d just never speak again.

“¿Qué pasó, hermano? What the hell were you thinking?” Pope’s voice echoed throughout the shop, reaching Frankie even though he’d attempted to tuck himself away under the Ferrari that he had to service every six months. “Best looking woman I’ve seen in months and you manage to say the stupidest shit within 30 seconds of seeing her face.”

Frankie tried to keep himself hidden without responding, but failed to remember that Pope could find him any place he attempted to hide in the shop.

Never a moment of peace, even in mortification, Frankie thought bitterly to himself.

“Hey.” There was Pope’s face, inches away from his own, his eyes alight with mirth, clearly taking plenty of joy from Frankie’s embarrassment.

He prickled at the close scrutiny–under a car was supposed to be a safe space for Frankie, and yet. He ignored Pope for the moment, unwilling to face exactly what he’d done. It wasn’t like he had burnt down the shop or permanently ruined its reputation but there was a particularly bad sting about embarrassing himself in front of a beautiful woman.

Pope stood, clearly not looking to spend as long as it took to get Frankie’s attention hunched to one side. He rapped his knuckles on the side of the car twice, indicating he was deep in thought despite Frankie’s determined silence. Frankie maintained a straight face and tried to bring himself back to the headspace where rubbing the dirt from the nooks and crannies of a stupidly expensive car was the most interesting thing in the world. Perfection, til it shined, til he could eat off of–

“I honestly don’t think it was that bad. I think there’s hope for you yet, Fish.” Pope’s face was back.

“I basically told her to get back into the kitchen.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t be so dramatic.” Pope had rounded the Ferrari and was tugging on the leg of Frankie’s overalls, slowly pulling him into the light, “Besides, you’re the one who knows what he’s doing. Regardless, she’ll have to play nice when she picks it up, and you can make your move then.”

Frankie felt his eyebrows touch his hairline, “Make my move? Pope, be serious.”

“I am serious.” The smile that was threatening to split his face in half said otherwise. Asshole.

A beat passed as Frankie held eye contact, hoping the incredibly unimpressed look on his face would convey exactly what he thought of the situation. Pope broke first, bursting into laughter, the kind that shook his whole body and would make him complain of a sore stomach later.

“Oh god, Fish, I think the last time I’ve seen a woman look at you like that was when that one girl at the bar thought you were cat-calling her instead of Benny.” Pope finally finished laughing, sucking in a shaky breath and wiping the tears from his eyes. “Look, I apologized to her once and explained the whole wives-slash-assistants situation, and she just rolled her eyes and said she ‘got it’. Just call her yourself and apologize, offer to walk her through the inspection when you’re done.”

In all honesty, that wasn’t the worst plan he had ever come up with (no, really, Frankie had PTSD from not just one of the others). At the very least Frankie could do a little groveling, and hope you didn’t think he was the type to tell you you belonged in a kitchen. Plus, it would mean that if you said yes, talking about cars was one of the things in life Frankie really knew, so you could see he wasn’t a complete bumbling fool. Wishful thinking made his mind wander to the thought of you actually impressed. Hey, if you loved cars you clearly cared.

By the time he got home, Frankie felt like he’d been through the wringer emotionally and physically. He hated to admit it, but spending all those years in the military, and then all those years afterwards contorting himself so he could work on cars was really taking a toll on his body. Sure, it was rewarding and he thought he understood a bit what doctors felt like with their diagnoses and treatments and whatnot, but at the same time there were so many days where he thought he might just give up and ask Pope for a spot behind the desk. Maybe a title like Manager. He knew the second he asked, he would get it, without all the usual ribbing. They all needed a goddamn break, and despite his jovial demeanor Pope really cared about their little group. The door was always open to Benny when he decided fighting wasn’t for him anymore, and they made good enough money that Frankie could afford to relax a little bit. But he was just Type A enough that the thought of a desk job made him want to scream. So he kept at it.

Going through the motions of his evening routine, Frankie thanked him from Sunday for having the foresight to pack away leftovers, and himself from that morning for making the bed so he would be able to slide into neatly tucked covers. Some habits from the military died hard, others much easier.

After a quiet dinner and a much needed shower, Frankie decided there was no point staying up with a beer or trying to exercise his mind by reading and called it a night. But despite the exhaustion from the day, his mind was racing. He kept replaying the mere thirty-second interaction he’d had with you, changing what he said each time to try and imagine a different reaction, a different outcome. What if he’d been smooth and made a joke about your car, would you have laughed? What did your laugh sound like?

It was at that moment that he realized he knew very little about you. He’d gone back and read the file that accompanied your keys– referred by someone from the law firm that constantly sent them new customers. It was then that it had hit him, likely exactly who he’d suggested was a mere assistant. Frankie didn’t know a lot about the law, but he suspected that having enough money to throw around to purchase a vintage BMW (even if not for joyriding) meant that you were senior enough for it to matter.

Frankie always knew he had a thing for women with power. When a high school girlfriend bossed him around a little in bed a few months into their young relationship after a bad fight about some nonsense, he’d felt his head get a little floaty. It was really hammered home during Basic when a female sergeant had laid into him and a group of his buddies at the time. He didn’t remember much about the incident, just that he wasn’t really involved. In his ever quiet, ever observant demeanor he’d just managed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But that doesn’t really matter when you’re in the military. You’re part of the group. Your individualism is systematically taken away from you– the haircuts, the uniforms, the orders.

So when he stood in a line with these eight other knuckleheads, arms clasped tightly behind his back, feet shoulder width apart, the bead of sweat that had run down his back wasn’t really about the temperature in the room. The way he felt the need to swallow repeatedly from how dry his mouth was wasn’t about his lack of hydration in the twenty-four hours prior.

Almost embarrassingly, he couldn’t even remember the woman’s face. She’d had her hair slicked back in a tight bun, military issue. She had a powerful voice but wasn’t yelling. The talking-to was stern, filled with exasperated threats and warnings of what would happen to them if there was a “next time”.

But he remembered how she had made him feel. The way her voice commanded his presence–he’d felt the urge to drop to his knees and make the situation right however he could, however she might let him. He’d wanted to obey and continue obeying.

And then there was you; the way you had commanded the space around you, looked Pope right in the eyes, not shying away. The images that floated to the front of his mind were unwitting, he definitely hadn’t invited himself to linger on what you looked like. The way you held yourself, the flow of your hair, the straight set of your shoulders as if you were trying to take up more space than you physically could. Your suit was perfectly ironed, crisp front folds in the slacks, the sleeves breaking just right over your slender wrists. Your eyes were piercing.

They had women come into the shop all the time, but again, they were usually assistants or wives. It seemed like you knew that. And when Frankie had opened his stupid mouth, insinuating that your boss or your husband was the one who had hit the front bumper, the stare you had leveled him with felt like it had flayed him open. There again was that feeling bubbling to the surface, of wanting to be good, to obey, to make it right. The moment you opened your mouth it was over for him–the smooth lilt of your voice could read the morning news and he’d absorb every word, hang on every syllable.

Frankie kicked his feet in the sheets a bit, willing himself to focus on falling asleep. But like most things in life, the more you tell yourself not to think about the forbidden fruit, the more it’ll be all that’s on your mind. And true to that, Frankie could see nothing in his mind’s eye but you.

Something tugged in his gut, and he tried to ignore it. It wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help himself. He could feel just how hard he was, and he knew that it didn’t matter if he ignored it, he wouldn’t be able to will this one away. Besides, it would just be one time, just to get these thoughts of you out of his system and then it would be fine.

Slipping a hand into his sweatpants he grasped himself tightly. Fuck. If there was one benefit from working with your hands, Frankie had to admit the edge of roughness from his calluses while touching himself was definitely it. It was just on the right side of painful, and Frankie let his mind wander.

Just this once.

He would apologize–he would be heartfelt and sincere, let you know how sorry he was. He’d call you and beg for forgiveness and you’d offer him a “we’ll see”, before hanging up. You’d arrive and watch him, unimpressed as he gave you the rundown. And inevitably, he’d mess up.

“First making me out to be just someone’s wife, someone’s assistant, now you can’t even explain this to me? I wonder what Santiago keeps you around for.” You’d raise an eyebrow at him, expectant.

And Frankie would show you, he’d show you exactly why people keep him around (maybe not Santiago, but)–because if there was one thing that Frankie loved, aside from cars and an ice cold beer, it was eating pussy. Never mind all the jokes during Basic about how big his dick was, what Frankie really took pleasure from was going down on women. The first time a girlfriend had let him, he thought he’d gone to heaven.

Something tightened in his chest as Frankie thought about what it would be like to go down on you. He couldn’t help but imagine you in the backseat of that expensive car of yours, work slacks tossed somewhere in a haste to remove them, eyes wild and lips swollen from kissing.

Stopping the movements of his hand momentarily, he reached into the drawer of his nightstand to pull out a well-loved bottle of lube. In his rush, he squeezed out a far-too-generous amount, and all of a sudden instead of the deliciously dry slide of his hand around his cock, everything was soaking wet. Sheets be damned, he tightened his grip and twisted his wrist just in that way he really liked.

Fuck, he would love to get his mouth on you, to hear the sounds you’d make as he ate you out for his own pleasure.

He had to admit that beyond the part of him that wanted to submit to a powerful woman like you, there was also the part of him that knew he would revel in seeing you on your knees for him, cockdrunk and begging for more. You’d have that lipstick on, but it would be just on the right side of smudged from kissing him and licking your lips. Your mascara would have run just a bit, enough to make you look messy and fucked out, that if you looked in the mirror you’d flush from how unkempt, how unruly you looked.

Before he could stop himself, an image flashed in his minds’ eye: you, bent over the back seat of your flashy car, legs on the ground on your tippy toes in a pair of high heels, skirt rucked up over your ass. He had one hand on the back of your neck, pressing your cheek into the worn leather seats as your head turned to the side to give your room to breathe, and more importantly, beg. Your panties were wet and sticking to you, and the inner parts of your thighs were shining with your arousal.

It was the thought of tucking your panties to the side and gently pushing into your tight, wet, heat that sent Frankie over the edge. He grunted as his cum shot up his chest and his mind filled with static.

He lay there for just a moment, just letting the orgasm wash over him like a tidal wave. In the aftermath, there was the tipped over bottle of lube on the nightstand, a soiled t-shirt, and just enough guilt to make him want to call in sick.

Fuck.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie catfish morales #santiago pope garcia #pope garcia #frankie morales fic #no use of y/n

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OKAY SOOOO i’ve been watching so many fashion and styling videos and what do you think about druig with a partner who’s very into fashion and clothing. cause… that’s me lmao and i’d be dressing that man like there’s no tmr. i’d make that mf catwalk and spin for me LMAO- he’s just so bbgirl <3 i’ll make him my own barbie fashionista doll

YAS GURL YAS!

Let's talk about it:

With Druig being in the Amazon for the past 500 years, he never really had time to follow along with the fashion changes of the world.

You would show him all the ways of fashion, much to his amusement. He was a good sport for most of the things you would fit on him, and some things he would avoid like the plague.

He likes loose clothing, nothing tight to constraining. Druig was used to working all day in the Amazon, so loose clothing was a must.

He hates anything tight, much to your dismay since it did show some of his toned arms and muscles. He tried on a tight shirt once, seeing you eye him as he scoffed.

"Easy there, darlin'." He teased as you blushed.

He also loved wearing clothes that could breathe, nothing heavy or intense in the material. Cotton was the best thing since he wore that constantly back in his village. Most of his clothes were made by the elders, so he loved the organic feeling of his shirts and pants.

The first official thing you got him was a suit, a proper formal suit. He turned his nose up to the thought of wearing a suit, but then again you picked out a dark blue suit that had organic material and a linen shirt that was very breathable. Mostly you bought it for Sersi and Dane's wedding that was coming up, so having Druig wear something official was your goal.

He looked clean, sophisticated, and downright handsome to you. Of course, you were eyeing him in such a way as you two went to the wedding together.

It was safe to say that the suit ended up crumbling on the floor of your bedroom, along with your dress, by the time you both made it home.

When it comes to accessories, he barely wore anything. The beaded bracelet you made him for your anniversary was nestled on his wrist, snug and against his skin since he never once took it off.

You two went shopping one day at a thrift shop to get some furniture for your home office and your bedroom, Druig was looking around at the random things that were on sale as you were eyeing a nightstand. Yet he stopped in front of a set of hats that were on display, his blue eyes zoning in on the flat cap hanging.

You bought it for him without him seeing, giving it to him, or Christmas. He loved wearing it, feeling more human than at any time before.

Sure, he should be bothered by the clothes you would make him try on and wear. Then again, he loved you and trust you enough to give him some kind of guidance in what to wear in the real world.

He would wear anything you give him, knowing deep down that you cared and loved him.

The End

I'm telling ya'll, Barry Keoghan can ROCK a flat cap and be DAMN sexy ;)

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It was simply a normal visit to the shop. Yuuki and Karma having their usual conversation over a bowl of Udon to which Karma joked about how Yuuki only came around for her food which sparked their usual flirtatious banter. It wasn’t until Yuuki was leaving that Karma felt a need to do something. A certain kind of heat in her core… maybe it was something the woman said, maybe it was the way she walked or how she talked but either way… Karma knew what this feeling was.

Just as Yuuki got to the door Karma spoke up “Oh wait, I forgot to give you something.”

Once she had closed the distance between the two of them, Karma moved and kissed the woman. But this wasn’t their ordinary teasing kisses, this was filled with a more dominating and possessive kind of kiss.

That’s what it was. Possessiveness. A byproduct of Karma’s past that still neglected to leave her as she found herself pinning not only Yuuki’s back to the door she stood in front of but her wrists would also follow suit above her head.

A knee settled between the white haired woman’s legs, Karma’s other hand grabbing and pulling on whatever fabric of Yuuki’s she could find and her tongue effortlessly gliding along the woman’s own to show her just how much she wanted this contact.

Once pulling away, Karma would soon speak only inches from Yuuki’s lips, settling her forehead on her partners and speaking in a soft, yet commanding tone “Mine…”

And she was determined to not let Yuuki forget…

It was a usual stop at her favorite shop. Bantering, flirting, eating, and just chatting with Karma, Mei, and Lyza had become a pastime, or a habit of hers recently now that she was unable to go wherever she pleased.

Another bowl was gone, and Yuuki had given an excuse to take off. But before she could get to the door, Karma stopped her saying she had forgotten to give her something.

"What?" She turned with a snicker. "Is it the che-" A gasp left her as Karma was closer than she assumed, pushing herself close for a kiss. Yuuki could only gasp in response at first, this wasn't one of the silly, teasing kisses that the two shared, this was so intense and passionate that it literally took Yuuki's breath away.

Yuuki involuntarily let out a moan as Karma pushed her tongue past her lips, suddenly pining her to the wall in one smooth motion. If she wanted to, she couldn't even struggle as her arms were lifted above her head, her legs separated by her partner's knee pushing its way between them. She was completely pinned, but she didn't care. The taste of the pinkette's lips, the way her tongue dominated Yuuki's own, the heat of her body pressing against her, Yuuki couldn't help but melt, powerless against it all.

It felt like ages before Karma pulled away, leaving Yuuki a panting, flushed mess. Again, she was at a complete loss for words, even as Karma pressed their foreheads together and quietly declared who Yuuki belonged to, which she couldn't even think to refute. With Karma keeping her upright, all she could do was nod quietly.

#( suggestive. )#there is no icon good enough for this I do apologize #congratulations karma you may have killed yuuki

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Shopping - EO ficlet

He wonders, for a moment, if he should call one of his daughters for advice.

Maureen would have some sensible ideas on what he could buy for Olivia - things that any woman of Olivia’s age would probably like, within a budget that would neither be cheap nor overwhelmingly expensive. It wouldn’t be especially personal, but appreciated and non-controversial, he’s sure.

Lizzie has a quietly beautiful taste in fashion - something that Elliot has grown to recognize over time about his middle child. Gone are the days of his ill-fitting suits and wrinkled shirts; instead, he has embraced the smartly tailored three-pieces that are the rage in Italy. The more aware he becomes of the power of perception when dressed impressively, the more conversation it opens with Lizzie, a way to connect them together. He’s sure she would recommend something that is both aesthetically pleasing and matching to Olivia’s style.

Kathleen would be the most enthusiastic of the three - the one who is desperate to re-enter Olivia’s life at a level of familiarity that has been missing for over a decade. He knows if asked, she would drag him to a hundred different stores in order to find exactly the right piece for Olivia, refusing to rest until they came home triumphant.

And yet…in the end, he doesn’t reach out to any of them, determined to carry out this task alone.

It doesn’t escape him that he’s searching diligently for the perfect gift for Olivia in a way that he had never done for Kathy. Indeed, back in their days of being partners, he would too often rely on Olivia’s input on what he should buy his wife - even going so far as to have her run out and purchase something herself with his credit card. His excuse had always been that he didn’t know what women liked, even though he had both a wife and three daughters. When Olivia had begun to dispute that reasoning, he had switched to the explanation that he was simply poor at giving gifts in general.

Perhaps that was true, but mostly he knows it was because he didn’t have the energy or motivation to make the effort. Another mark against him, he supposes. But it had been their unspoken routine, and Kathy loved the gifts, so everyone was happy. In return for her pains, he would go out and purchase little presents for Olivia in thanks, even though whenever she opened them, her face bright, she would tell him ‘See, you’re good at gift giving!’.

Kathy had fallen in love with all things Italian, when they had moved to Rome. But at that point in their relationship, she had always taken the initiative to go and purchase whatever she wanted herself.

‘Your present to me,’ she would announce, waving some pretty item of fashion under his nose. And he would laugh and nod, content in the fact that he no longer had to worry about guessing what she would like, and getting it wrong by mistake.

Now though…he wanders from shop to shop, not entirely sure what he is seeking, but trusting that when he sees it, he’ll know in his heart.

And finally, shop after endless shop later, he finds the near-perfect necklace, shining up at him from the display.

‘Can I help you?’ the shop assistant smiles, noticing his intense stare at their counter.

‘Do you…do customization?’ he murmurs, tapping on the glass with his index finger. It’s not quite perfect, but he has a vision on how to make it so.

‘We sure can,’ she chirps, sliding the necklace out of the display and setting it in front of him. ‘What are you thinking?’

Four days later, the black box sits in his hand. It looks ostentatious, and for a moment he’s worried that it’s just too much for Olivia - that he’ll scare her away. So he hunts around in the backseat of his car, uncovering a crumpled paper bag from his breakfast bagel, and shoving the box inside.

And even though it’s been over a decade since he last gave her anything meaningful, Olivia’s face still brightens the same way when she opens the box, an underlying sense of joy that he can see shining from her eyes.

He’s good at giving gifts - at least to Olivia.

#olivia benson #elliot stabler #bensler #eo #law and order svu #law and order oc

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MARLEY'S GHOST. (2)

Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so, that people ran about with flaring links, proffering their services to go before horses in carriages, and conduct them on their way. The ancient tower of a church, whose gruff old bell was always peeping slily down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall, became invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there. The cold became intense. In the main street, at the corner of the court, some labourers were repairing the gas-pipes, and had lighted a great fire in a brazier, round which a party of ragged men and boys were gathered: warming their hands and winking their eyes before the blaze in rapture. The water-plug being left in solitude, its overflowings sullenly congealed, and turned to misanthropic ice. The brightness of the shops where holly sprigs and berries crackled in the lamp heat of the windows, made pale faces ruddy as they passed. Poulterers’ and grocers’ trades became a splendid joke: a glorious pageant, with which it was next to impossible to believe that such dull principles as bargain and sale had anything to do. The Lord Mayor, in the stronghold of the mighty Mansion House, gave orders to his fifty cooks and butlers to keep Christmas as a Lord Mayor’s household should; and even the little tailor, whom he had fined five shillings on the previous Monday for being drunk and bloodthirsty in the streets, stirred up to-morrow’s pudding in his garret, while his lean wife and the baby sallied out to buy the beef.

Foggier yet, and colder. Piercing, searching, biting cold. If the good Saint Dunstan had but nipped the Evil Spirit’s nose with a touch of such weather as that, instead of using his familiar weapons, then indeed he would have roared to lusty purpose. The owner of one scant young nose, gnawed and mumbled by the hungry cold as bones are gnawed by dogs, stooped down at Scrooge’s keyhole to regale him with a Christmas carol: but at the first sound of “God bless you, merry gentleman! May nothing you dismay!”

Scrooge seized the ruler with such energy of action, that the singer fled in terror, leaving the keyhole to the fog and even more congenial frost.

At length the hour of shutting up the counting-house arrived. With an ill-will Scrooge dismounted from his stool, and tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk in the Tank, who instantly snuffed his candle out, and put on his hat.

“You’ll want all day to-morrow, I suppose?” said Scrooge.

“If quite convenient, sir.”

“It’s not convenient,” said Scrooge, “and it’s not fair. If I was to stop half-a-crown for it, you’d think yourself ill-used, I’ll be bound?”

The clerk smiled faintly.

“And yet,” said Scrooge, “you don’t think me ill-used, when I pay a day’s wages for no work.”

The clerk observed that it was only once a year.

“A poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every twenty-fifth of December!” said Scrooge, buttoning his great-coat to the chin. “But I suppose you must have the whole day. Be here all the earlier next morning.”

The clerk promised that he would; and Scrooge walked out with a growl. The office was closed in a twinkling, and the clerk, with the long ends of his white comforter dangling below his waist (for he boasted no great-coat), went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in honour of its being Christmas Eve, and then ran home to Camden Town as hard as he could pelt, to play at blindman’s-buff.

Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern; and having read all the newspapers, and beguiled the rest of the evening with his banker’s-book, went home to bed. He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again. It was old enough now, and dreary enough, for nobody lived in it but Scrooge, the other rooms being all let out as offices. The yard was so dark that even Scrooge, who knew its every stone, was fain to grope with his hands. The fog and frost so hung about the black old gateway of the house, that it seemed as if the Genius of the Weather sat in mournful meditation on the threshold.

Now, it is a fact, that there was nothing at all particular about the knocker on the door, except that it was very large. It is also a fact, that Scrooge had seen it, night and morning, during his whole residence in that place; also that Scrooge had as little of what is called fancy about him as any man in the city of London, even including—which is a bold word—the corporation, aldermen, and livery. Let it also be borne in mind that Scrooge had not bestowed one thought on Marley, since his last mention of his seven years’ dead partner that afternoon. And then let any man explain to me, if he can, how it happened that Scrooge, having his key in the lock of the door, saw in the knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate process of change—not a knocker, but Marley’s face.

Marley’s face. It was not in impenetrable shadow as the other objects in the yard were, but had a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry or ferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look: with ghostly spectacles turned up on its ghostly forehead. The hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot air; and, though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly motionless. That, and its livid colour, made it horrible; but its horror seemed to be in spite of the face and beyond its control, rather than a part of its own expression.

As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it was a knocker again.

To say that he was not startled, or that his blood was not conscious of a terrible sensation to which it had been a stranger from infancy, would be untrue. But he put his hand upon the key he had relinquished, turned it sturdily, walked in, and lighted his candle.

He did pause, with a moment’s irresolution, before he shut the door; and he did look cautiously behind it first, as if he half expected to be terrified with the sight of Marley’s pigtail sticking out into the hall. But there was nothing on the back of the door, except the screws and nuts that held the knocker on, so he said “Pooh, pooh!” and closed it with a bang.

The sound resounded through the house like thunder. Every room above, and every cask in the wine-merchant’s cellars below, appeared to have a separate peal of echoes of its own. Scrooge was not a man to be frightened by echoes. He fastened the door, and walked across the hall, and up the stairs; slowly too: trimming his candle as he went.

You may talk vaguely about driving a coach-and-six up a good old flight of stairs, or through a bad young Act of Parliament; but I mean to say you might have got a hearse up that staircase, and taken it broadwise, with the splinter-bar towards the wall and the door towards the balustrades: and done it easy. There was plenty of width for that, and room to spare; which is perhaps the reason why Scrooge thought he saw a locomotive hearse going on before him in the gloom. Half-a-dozen gas-lamps out of the street wouldn’t have lighted the entry too well, so you may suppose that it was pretty dark with Scrooge’s dip.

Up Scrooge went, not caring a button for that. Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. But before he shut his heavy door, he walked through his rooms to see that all was right. He had just enough recollection of the face to desire to do that.

Sitting-room, bedroom, lumber-room. All as they should be. Nobody under the table, nobody under the sofa; a small fire in the grate; spoon and basin ready; and the little saucepan of gruel (Scrooge had a cold in his head) upon the hob. Nobody under the bed; nobody in the closet; nobody in his dressing-gown, which was hanging up in a suspicious attitude against the wall. Lumber-room as usual. Old fire-guard, old shoes, two fish-baskets, washing-stand on three legs, and a poker.

Quite satisfied, he closed his door, and locked himself in; double-locked himself in, which was not his custom. Thus secured against surprise, he took off his cravat; put on his dressing-gown and slippers, and his nightcap; and sat down before the fire to take his gruel.

It was a very low fire indeed; nothing on such a bitter night. He was obliged to sit close to it, and brood over it, before he could extract the least sensation of warmth from such a handful of fuel. The fireplace was an old one, built by some Dutch merchant long ago, and paved all round with quaint Dutch tiles, designed to illustrate the Scriptures. There were Cains and Abels, Pharaoh’s daughters; Queens of Sheba, Angelic messengers descending through the air on clouds like feather-beds, Abrahams, Belshazzars, Apostles putting off to sea in butter-boats, hundreds of figures to attract his thoughts; and yet that face of Marley, seven years dead, came like the ancient Prophet’s rod, and swallowed up the whole. If each smooth tile had been a blank at first, with power to shape some picture on its surface from the disjointed fragments of his thoughts, there would have been a copy of old Marley’s head on every one.

“Humbug!” said Scrooge; and walked across the room.

After several turns, he sat down again. As he threw his head back in the chair, his glance happened to rest upon a bell, a disused bell, that hung in the room, and communicated for some purpose now forgotten with a chamber in the highest story of the building. It was with great astonishment, and with a strange, inexplicable dread, that as he looked, he saw this bell begin to swing. It swung so softly in the outset that it scarcely made a sound; but soon it rang out loudly, and so did every bell in the house.

This might have lasted half a minute, or a minute, but it seemed an hour. The bells ceased as they had begun, together. They were succeeded by a clanking noise, deep down below; as if some person were dragging a heavy chain over the casks in the wine-merchant’s cellar. Scrooge then remembered to have heard that ghosts in haunted houses were described as dragging chains.

The cellar-door flew open with a booming sound, and then he heard the noise much louder, on the floors below; then coming up the stairs; then coming straight towards his door.

“It’s humbug still!” said Scrooge. “I won’t believe it.”

#a christmas carol

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cityoflondoncigars · 9 months ago

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universal-textiles · 1 year ago

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How to Decide the Perfect Swimwear for You

When it comes to shopping for swimsuits like Regatta swim shorts or any other brand, you get spoilt for choices. Since you typically have only one or two swim garments in your wardrobe, it's worth finding ones that you genuinely like.

In this blog, we’ll help you explore the factors involved in choosing the right swimwear for you.

Choosing the right swimwear that suits you

Understand Your Activity Requirements

Consider the intensity of your activities when choosing a swimsuit:

Loose fabric can cause chafing when wet, so loose trunk-style shorts may not be ideal if you plan on walking or exercising in your suit. (Despite the name "boardshorts," professional surfers usually wear snug, tight-fitting swimwear these days.)

How much swimming, as opposed to wading and splashing, will you be doing? A tighter fit can help reduce drag if you're actively propelling yourself through the water.

How much sun protection do you need? For extended sun exposure, it's worth considering a swimsuit that covers both the upper and lower body.

Consider the Visual Impression You Want

If you want to make an impression, you need to decide the type of shorts you want to wear.For instance, family vacationers have minimal stylistic needs. Men attending beach parties or crowded scenes with the intention of meeting others may need to be more selective. Businessmen who might end up in spa or hotel pools with co-workers and business partners have their own considerations.

Ask yourself:

Are you trying to impress anyone? If not, focus on comfort and what works for you.

Do you want to look professional? Choose a medium length accordingly that’s not too long and not too short. Choose conventional styles like trunks or square cuts, and dark, solid colors or subtle stripes. For a safe choice, you can go with navy blue and brass-colored grommets with white rope ties.

Do you want to look sexy? In this case, choose a cut that flatters your body type and opt for eye-catching colors, and patterns (such as stripes, plaids, bright solids, or moderate floral prints) that are attention-grabbing without being overly bold.

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In the 21st century, you have the freedom to let it all hang out within the limits of local laws. However, being honest about who wants to see your naked flesh and how much of it goes a long way.

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If your thighs and buttocks are not toned, a tight swimming brief or thong may expose some jiggle.

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Source: https://www.universal-textiles.com/blogs/news/how-to-decide-the-perfect-swimwear-for-you

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phanger · 1 year ago

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How To Choose The Right Penis Hanger For Your Size And Needs

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kaelily · 2 years ago

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VALENTINES DAY WITH GENSHIN MEN!!!

sfw, gn!reader, (repost)

KAEYA organizes an entire treasure hunt in your house for you. a bouquet of fresh, beautiful flowers delivered to your doorstep accompanied with a clue leads you to your first gift of the day. each gift you find contains a love note written in beautiful handwriting and the clue to the next gift. the final clue leads you to dawn winery's garden at night which is beautifully decorated with fairy lights, sweet smelling flowers and a dinner table where he waits for you, dressed up in a suit which magnifies his own beauty. he observes you with lovesick eyes when you arrive wearing the outfit and jewelry he carefully picked out for tonight and welcomes you with a kiss on your wrist like a true gentleman.

"my, my, you look quite delectable sweetheart, as always. were the gifts to your liking?"

ZHONGLI chooses to recreate his first date with you on this special occasion. he wants the both of you to feel everything again for the first time after many years. reliving the initial moments of your love life brings many memories back which makes a gentle smile to grow on your faces. you realize how far the both of you have come and your hearts aches with the intensity of the love you have for each other. it might even cause you tear up a little and zhongli panics rushing forward to embrace you in a loving hug, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he strokes your head. he feels immensely lucky to have someone like you as his lover and makes a promise to cherish and protect you with all he has

"there, there, don't cry dearest....oh, these are happy tears? very well, then i hope to make you feel happy like this again for the rest of your life, little one"

CHILDE always liked spoiling you, it was one of his primary love languages. he naturally takes this day as a chance to take you out on a shopping spree. he drives you around in his car, hopping from shop to shop and purchasing the things that catches your eye. you're very concerned for his bank account but he soothes your worries by saying that he has more that enough money to spend on you. he buys you anything you want, whether its clothes, jewelry, books or decorative items, if you want it, its yours. he spends the whole day doting on you. after all what he truly wants is you to be happy and satisfied in your life. you're the love of his life after all, you deserve it.

"did anything in here catch your eye? say it and its yours cupcake"

THOMA wakes up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for you. he awakes you with soft kisses on your neck and shoulders and presents you with the mouth watering dishes which are neatly arranged on a tray. he becomes a huge softy when he sees enjoying the food he made and urges you to eat slowly when you start shoving it down your throat. he thinks that you look very cute with your cheeks stuffed full, food crumbs on the sides of your mouth and reaches out to gently wipe it off with his hand, giggling at you. he brushes you off when u thank him, saying that he only wanted the best for his beloved partner. he continues to give you the prince/ss throughout the day.

"eat up honey! i made your favorites after all"

WANDERER never really cared about valentines day and always side eyed the couples who acted all lovey-dovey, with a sneer on his lips. however, he gained a different perspective when you became his one and only, starting to see the day as an occasion to make your partner feel loved and appeciated and nervously plans out an arcade date for you. he declares that he will win every prize there is, for you, in a cocky manner. his competitive spirit proves to be a massive hinderance for other participants because he managed to emerge victorious in single every game and win the prize for you, sticking his tongue out to mock the losers.

"i'll always win for you babe, don't worry your pretty little head over it"

AL HAITHAM is very inexperienced with the romantic aspects of life but he tries his best for you, the only person capable of making him step out of his comfort zone. all his life he never believed that he would be able to love someone so deeply but you proved him wrong. he doesn't take you out on lavish dates or buy you extravagant gifts but in the evening he comes over to your house with some romance novels which belonged to his beloved grandmother's collection which she used to read out to him when he was a young boy and asks you to lay down on his lap so that he can read them out to you, in a soft tone. they are one of the most treasured things in his life and you understand this when he places them in your hands as the proof of his intense love for you and the unwavering trust he has in you.

"i am aware that romance is not my forte but i want you to know that i love you more than anything in this world my love"

KAVEH knows that both of you are very tired and worn out because of your respective jobs and decides to plan out a relaxing spa day for the two of you. after disposing your belongings in the hotel room the both of you head out for a couples massage to ease the sore muscles on your back and then proceed to get both of your hair done. after receiving pampering treatments until evening he decides to take you out to have candlelight dinner under the moonlight. he doesn't fail to make you feel happy and carefree with no responsibilities on your shoulders for an entire day. he spends the whole day telling you how adorable you look and how much he loves you. he's a romantic man who is head over heels for you, his beloved.

"you know i always makes sure to give you best of everything because that's what you deserve, precious"

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sandsorghum · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 20 - Adult Toys, Part Two

And now for the Second Years ;) Inumaki simps stick around after the cut, I've prepared a banquet for you poor starving things

Wonder what Megumi, Yuji and Nobara got? ;)

MINORS DNI

YUTA

How they react:

Yuta is really pleased that you trust him enough to come to him to openly talk about your desires. It leads to a whole conversation about what kinks you two would like to explore, including several surprising ones on his part. You’re willing to try (just about) anything with each other, but you’re both more than a bit shy about discussing sex with strangers. Still, you figure it’s best to ask the experts so you suggest visiting a shop. Yuta takes a lot of convincing to agree to this, but you always know how to get what you want (hint: you don’t always ask verbally since your mouth is full)

What you get:

The two of you ease yourselves into this world with a silicon dildo that’s a couple inches longer than what Yuta is packing. He jokingly asks you if you’re a size queen but you sense the underlying uncertainty, and point blank tell him you prefer something that can fit inside you without two hours’ prep. Plus, you’ll take the real deal any day. You love it when Yuta accidentally cums and squirts deep inside you until your hole is a dripping mess. In fact, the both of you realize it’s nearly impossible for you to fit the entirety of the fake cock within you without Yuta generously lubing you up with his semen, so he’s extraordinarily pleased with how much you need him. Quite often, you’re so satisfied you don’t need the dildo after. Yuta’s stroke game improves a lot in the months that follow your purchase, and you wonder if it’s a conscious effort or something he picked up by closely observing the pace you like when he’s using the toy to bring you to completion, or when warming you up for another round. Neither of you really see the need to own many sex toys, Yuta enjoys knowing he can please you solely by his hands or other appendages, so your collection, if it can be called that, will consist of the basics. The original dildo, a clitoral vibrator and maybe a small bullet one you wear out in public every once in a while when Yuta wants to drive you crazy <3

MAKI

How they react:

Girl is a cursed tool user so she’s more than happy to accommodate your request, in fact she'd have brought it up if you didn’t suggest it first. But she kind of falls down a rabbit hole with the research, applying the same kind of dedication to her weapon mastery since she’s determined to get the one best suited to the both of you. You end up in a silly argument with her that there’s no real difference between 4 or 5 speed patterns, or if it’s ribbed or if it uses double versus triple A batteries to get charged. But it leads to some of the most intense make up sex that makes you wonder if you do need a toy after all.

What you get:

Maki surprises you on Valentine’s with a rabbit vibrator. She had gone to the shop without you, and you pout a little that she hadn’t consulted you on what to get, but you can’t really complain when she immediately puts it to good use that night. You’re kind of shocked by her affinity with it off the bat, but then again you shouldn’t be surprised. Not just because she’s generally adept at using tools but because Maki knows your body so well, possibly even better than you do. At least, that’s what you think when you’re sprawled on the bed, coming off the high of your who-knows-what orgasm. She’ll tease you and call you a pillow princess so you’re eager to return the favour and thank her for being such an amazing partner. If both of you are the type to be adventurous in bed, expect not to be able to open any presents in front of your parents for a while during Christmases and birthdays. Strap-ons, nipple clamps, double-ended dildos and so on get added to Maki’s arsenal. Eventually she decides she doesn’t need an occasion to share a gift with you.

TOGE

How they react:

He is 100% on board with you, but doesn’t know where to start.

If you already own one, he’ll ask you to show him what you do with it, enjoying every minute of his private show. If you don’t, the two of you will watch a few hands-on videos and figure things out together. He will have a relatively strong preference to get it shipped to your doorstep (his degree of insistence would be second only to Yuta), but you’re a tactile shopper and who knows what kind of inspiration the two of you may get along the way? It takes a couple of weeks and several longer nights to persuade him, but he winds up at the store with his collar higher than ever, maybe up to the brows haha.

What you get: Your prediction paid off. Toge spots something he really likes and sneakily adds it to the basket, then offers to pay. You thought you had both settled on getting a G-spot stimulator, but he shyly pulls out a ball-gag from the shopping bag as well.

Explicit smut under the cut!

“Both at once?” you question, raising a brow. If you’re up for it, he tells you. You think about it, there probably wouldn’t be much difference from when he gags you with his palm or your panties.

“Ok,” you say, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let’s try.”

You really benefit from the 'tutorials’ you and Toge looked at. He follows the tips recommended, starting you off with a few familiar moves in his foreplay repertoire; you know they’re his favourite not just because they’re the ones he’s most confident in, but due to how they always draw such reliably slutty reactions from you.

In minutes you’re moaning from his mouth when he chooses that exact moment to improvise, turning the toy on with a flick and sliding it against your slit. You gasp at the abrupt sensation and Toge pins you with his amethyst eyes, the edge of lust taken off by concern.

“M'mm okay, ” you pant, encouraging him, reaching up to lock your fingers in his snowy hair. You have a premonition that you’re going to want to hold on for dear life. Toge grins and you can feel it against your cunt, in his suddenly more aggressive licks and tongue squirming its way inside you.

More out of sheer curiosity than cruelty (or so you hope), he switches the toy up to a higher setting before you’ve quite gotten used to the previous one. You let out a shriek but it isn’t articulated into your safe word, so Toge keeps going with a relentless and renewed vigour, almost a viciousness, that you had zero clue he had in him. It’s the harsh suck on your clit that brings you crashing into your first climax of the night, with the toy and Toge still going against you, licking soothing little circles over your clit as you whimper his name.

<<More or less?>>

“Mm-mh-mor- I dunno - m-maybe- l-less? C-can’t think. P-puh-please…” you whine, too wrecked from your orgasm, your pulse and pussy fluttering wild at the thought that he still has plans for you.

You taste yourself on Toge's lips when he lifts off his knees to kiss you gently, though the toy is still pressed against you, making you shake. But at least he’s kind enough to have turned it to its third-lowest setting which is…still a lot, but also not enough.

<<Hold this, and don’t you dare turn it higher before I come back.>> You groan at the temptation of being in control of your own pleasure but denying yourself. But Toge will make it worth it, you know he will, he always does.

He crawls off the bed to reach for something in the bedside drawer. When he returns, he has the ball-gag and a condom in hand and is fully stripped, his pretty cock with its flushed pink head bobbing and grazing against his stomach with every step he takes towards you.

He rejoins you on the bed, brackets your thighs with his own, straddling you before passing you the condom. You’re eager to tear it open with both hands but Toge grips the unoccupied one.

<<You gotta keep holding it against you.>>

You look up at him, confused. You probably would have understood sooner if you hadn’t just been close to fucked-out of your mind. But you do when he squeezes your thighs together, so the toy is wedged between and braced directly against your dripping core. Now both your hands are free to attend to Toge.

You let out a little cry as you feel the buzzing sensations hit your clit, but he grabs your chin and whispers <<Do you want me to fuck you raw instead?>>

For a moment you really do, but you know you shouldn’t risk it. You shake your head and your trembling fingers work on the wrapper.

Your hands are shaking so much when you finally roll it on him that Toge groans, briefly debating if he should let you jack him off first. But no, tonight is about you.

You press a light kiss to his tip, apologising for your slowness earlier. You smile at the shiver that runs through his entire body. Just as well, he thinks. Won’t be using that pretty little mouth for a while.

He passes you the ball-gag next, wanting you to fasten it on yourself. You open your mouth wide, spit darkening the rubber ball that’s about the size of a key lime. Unfortunately, you have some trouble with the clasps since it’s your first time and you can’t see the back of your head.

<<Here, let me.>> Toge murmurs, thumb stroking your cheeks, hollowed out by the sphere in your mouth. You hum appreciatively as you hear the straps click into place, securing your silence, or at least, your lack of speech.

<<You remember the signal?>>

You nod, tapping twice on the sheets, then a third time after a pause.

<<Good girl>> he coos, before roughly shoving the toy deeper within you. There’s little to no resistance with the slick pooling from your passage, and you can’t help but cry out as it sinks further.

<<Get on your hands and knees for me, darling.>>

You’re quick to comply though your thighs are still shaking, implicitly knowing you must keep the toy inside you at all costs. You rest your head upon folded arms, ass raised and the wand of the stimulator pressing against your belly, awaiting your lover’s next move.

A single finger strokes up your slit, teasing you and causing you to tremble. You blame the toy; you’re not usually this sensitive, even after coming once, but now just the pad of one digit rubbing against your entrance makes you feel like it won’t be long before you tip over again.

Toge's finger dips in up to the second knuckle, rubbing against the toy and your gummy walls. You need more, so much more, and you wiggle your hips impatiently. You hear Toge chuckle above you, and he indulges you, sliding another finger in.

This time you feel the burn and stretch as he curls them, trying to get even deeper, pushing the toy right on the spot where it’s most needed, but only briefly. You whimper, but this time Toge ignores you in favour of sliding his fingers in and out, the repeated motion makes the toy brush against your G-spot oh so temporarily, before it shifts away, the vibrations ebbing harsh then soft every time it strays.

Please, Toge, you whine but your words are muffled, unintelligible behind the gag. It strikes you then, why he was interested in it.

Is this what it’s like for him all the time? you wonder, as you feel his fingers start to thrust faster and faster. But he still understands what I need. I can’t say the same when we’re outside the bedroom.

You turn your head over your shoulder, looking behind you and locking gazes with him. His eyes are affectionate and gentle even as he picks up his pace, it’s getting easier the wetter you are for him, soon his wrist will have your slick sliding down all the way to the crease in his elbow. You realise he’s fisting himself simultaneously, although a lot more languidly. Long, leisurely strokes ending with a slight twist around the head.

That should be my job, you think vaguely, eyeing the pre-cum beading at his tip. I should make it up to him later.

Suddenly his hand abandons his cock, moving towards your pussy. Your breath hitches, anticipating a rough pinch to your clit, but what he does next is so much better.

Toge flicks the toy up to its highest setting, skipping over a level and a scream rips from your throat, tears springing to your eyes, fists grabbing the sheets. A far off voice warns you to relax your hands, or you won’t be able to tap out, to give him the code. A way more urgent one points out Why would you want him to stop now?

And it’s true, there’s no way he’s slowing down. His fingers, three of them now, are brutal and punishing and pushing the toy in place and it’s finally fucking staying where you need it. The throbbing is blissfully, achingly constant and your breath is getting so loud and the pressure is building and building and building and-

Your vision whites out as you cum, but your hearing is heightened and there’s a cacophony that crescendos in your head, the angry buzzing of the toy, the obscene sloshing noise of his fingers in you, Toge swearing, actually, properly swearing for once, nothing coded, nothing measured or hidden, just a pure snarl of your name and the word Fuck!

And god knows if he put any cursed energy behind it but you’re suddenly unbearably horny and aching all over again and you’re whimpering his name over and over.

Without a second to spare, you feel the bed dip as Toge maneuvers to mold himself across your body, one hand coming up around your throat and the other near your pussy. He spreads your lips and pushes in with one agonizing, shuddering stroke and doesn’t give you a moment to adjust before he’s hammering in with short, sharp thrusts, and shorter, sharper breaths, bruising your hips, coaxing you to clench around him as he rolls your clit between a rough thumb and forefinger, you can still feel that fucking toy wedged between the two of you now, one head angled and the other round pushing against your most sensitive spot, both pulsing, making you throb and sob and ache and want , you’re so, so full there’s no room for oxygen or words or thoughts, Toge is pushing every last gasp and cry from you - and then he starts to stroke up, pulling out further and thrusting back in harsher and harsher, his thick, generous, ravenous cock kissing and hitting your cervix over and over he’s going to break you you’re going to be his whored out wreck that’s what you deserve, that’s what you need, he just needs to ask and sure enough, as if he hears you, ball-gag and all:

“Cum with me.”

The scream that leaves you the final time is the longest and loudest, the order just what you need to send you hurtling off the edge, your body clenches around his stuttering hips, he pumps once, twice, thrice, before you collapse boneless, on the bed, but Toge is wrapping you in his arms, shushing your whispers, kissing your tear streaked face, still thrusting into you gently, easing you down from your high as he switches the toy off and removes the gag from you, claiming your mouth with the desperation of a man who’s been deprived for the last hour or so.

That time when he gave the command, you’re certain he didn’t use his technique. He certainly didn’t need to.

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I fully intend to do the adults at some point, esp Gojo, Choso, Geto, Nanami and maaaaybe Naoya but that list will be much later. But if you're interested in that, you can keep up with my blog for more spice! Thank you for reading~

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