#then be my guest and also share it with me

[i-like-loserz]

honey, baby

synopsis: san needs your attention

pairing: husband!san x afab!reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), jealousy, handjob, begging, teasing, sub!san, dacryphilia, pet-names, house-wife!reader, messy endings, light marking kink, reader does not get off..., not proof-read :0

word count: 2.5k

note: i'm sorry, we all need some sub!san in our lives... right...

masterlist

How delicate his hand is, adorned handsomely with understated rings, pressing gently against the small of your back as he leads you through the room. Artificial chatter, decorated with an occasional bout of posh laughter, settles finely above the jazz playing in the background. 

Your heels click softly against the marble flooring, each step lining up perfectly with his. 

Together, you’re a vision of excellence. 

San is the man that everyone wants. The definition of a gentleman. He’s charming, polite, and patient. But also unbelievably beautiful. He comes from a background of old money, but his legacy never stopped him from looking elsewhere for love.

Then there’s you. A woman who can blend into any crowd, disarming even the most stuck-up aristocrat with an easy smile. No one knows where you came from, but they don’t really care – or rather, they stopped caring once they realized how easily San would drop them for bothering you. 

The two of you act as the personification of refined love. 

Modest, refined, and lovely. Rarely sharing even a single kiss in front of an audience. 

San nods to a few guests as he passes them, politely acknowledging their existence, but never making a move to engage with them. He exudes this aura of cool confidence – as if every breath he takes is calculated and perfected. This way, no one ever questions his decisions or fights his whims…not like you anyway.

The wine glass in your hand has a bare sip of red left in it. The rim is spotted with the seductive print of your lips, reflecting the small tastes you took throughout the night to keep yourself relatively sober.

You would have gone for another but a heated whisper, pressed exquisitely against the edge of your ear, drew away any thoughts of humoring your husband’s guests. You settle it gently on a counter, no longer needing the prop of a hostess. 

San’s leading hand presses more insistently against back with each step he takes. His breaths grow deeper, his body draws closer. 

Usually, he’s able to wait until the party ends – watching you with dark eyes as you see the last of the crowd off, thanking them for visiting with that polite smile you’ve perfected. You’re so good to him, putting up with the lifestyle he was born into and taking the role of the perfect housewife and hostess that pays attention to every need her guests have.  

But now, San needs your attention to be directed at him. 

—

He broke while you were in the middle of a conversation with somebody’s plus one. And San knows he was a plus one because he didn’t recognize the man…or his name…or his “successful tech” company. 

He’s not usually a jealous man, but something about this guy…

San was sitting next to you, charming yet another investor of his father’s business, when he heard a low voice speaking to his beautiful wife, “Please, call me Yunho, Mr. Jeong is my father.” 

It peeved him.

You laughed politely, displaying your easy going nature by complying with his wish, repeating his first name before offering your own. San bristled at the sound of another man’s name coming from your lips. 

Who even is this guy? 

There were no Jeongs on the guestlist – and he would know, he’s the one who checks off on that stuff. This is a business party, not some get together that can be crashed so unpleasantly by an overnight millionaire like him.

The investor he was once trying to woo was getting pulled into a different conversation. And thank god for that. He wouldn’t have been much fun to talk to when he’s distracted like this anyway. 

San took that as an opportunity to turn his body toward yours. He watched intently as you continued your friendly interaction with a handsome stranger – who seems to be leaning closer with every pretty word you speak. 

You looked effortlessly beautiful as you rambled about the recent trip he took you on, excitedly describing your favorite restaurants with that familiar brightness in your eyes. He’s suddenly longing to hold your hand right then and there, to pull you onto his lap and nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck. 

His hand moved before he could think about it, gently brushing over your forearm to get your attention. When you turned to look at your husband, the man in front of you retreated from his slow shift into your space, suddenly uneasy by how San was staring him down. 

“Honey?”

At the sound of your voice, he shifted his attention from the offending man to you, the tension in his shoulders easing at the affectionate pet-name. San rounded his eyes innocently, softening his expression. 

“Baby…” He said timidly in a bare whisper, fully knowing that that name was strictly off-limits in public. You raise a questioning eyebrow, wondering what made your husband so needy all of the sudden.

“San.”

San leaned closer to you, a hand slowly shifting from the velvet couch to the top of your thigh. The guests continued to bustle around the two of you, unaware of the sudden tension settling between you. You let him push closer until his lips barely brush against ear.

“Pay attention to me…”

—

You’ve never left your own party early. You have actually trained yourself to have the same amount of energy greeting the guests as you do leading them out. The party doesn't end until you've seen everyone out.

So will anyone really notice a scant 15 minutes of your absence?

Well, you hope not. 

San couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead, he pulled you into an oversized laundry room at the end of the hall, sliding the door shut before you could protest about being too close to the party.

“Sannie, wait.” 

Your words are lost to the air. 

He’s already pressing desperate, hot kisses against your throat. His broad body effectively pins you to the door as his hands, itching to undress you, drag over your soft curves covered by the fine fabric of your dress. Eager fingers grope over your tits before settling delicately around the base of your neck.

His suit jacket rests in a heap on the floor, leaving him in his unbuttoned vest and wrinkled dress shirt – a view you’d love to devour if not for the people who stand on the other side of the door. 

“Maybe we should stop –” 

“I can’t, I-I need you, baby.” He’s begging you – each word pathetically whined out from his pouty lips. “Need you close to me.”

“What if they notice that we’re both gone? What if they come looking?”

Pitiful moans are pressed onto your skin as he helplessly grasps at your body, scared that you’d leave him wanting and overwhelmed by his need to feel you against him.

At this point, San wouldn’t care if the whole party saw him fucking you against the dining table – least of all that Yunho guy. He doesn’t care if they can hear him whining for you, begging you to let him fill you up like he does every night. He wants to show you off, hold open your cum soaked thighs just to show them that you love him and he’s your good boy. 

But at the same time, letting anyone see you like that irks him like nothing else. You’re his and he’s yours.

“Please.” He implores, eyes glistening with a needy look. He gently takes your hand and leads it to where he needs you the most. You give in easily, pressing against his cock which strains against his perfectly tailored trousers. He’s already throbbing from the faint sensation of your touch. 

“Please…?” You tease under your breath, now fully gripping the shape of him through the layers of his clothes. He watches the way your hand moves over him with a dazed look, appreciating the way your small hand looks, fisting his clothed cock with glazed eyes.

You squeeze him abruptly, nudging him for an answer and he responds with a surprised whine, his hips jerking up against you from the intense sensation.  

“Please t-touch me.” 

“I am, baby.”

His dark eyebrows pinch in frustration, “You know what I mean.”

You hum understandingly, slowly unzipping his pants as you taunt him.

“You’re so needy…” 

He sighs as you pull down his briefs along with the restricting fabric of his pants. His thick cock slaps against his covered stomach, flushed prettily in a deep shade of pink, gently weeping pre-cum at the tip. Everything about San is pretty – especially the enamoured way he stares down at you with his signature pouty lips and flushed cheeks.

Eyes locked with his, you idly run a finger against his bare hip, so close to where he wants you to touch. He stutters out a shaky breath, his body shivering from the delicate sensation.

“K-kiss me.” He cups your jaw and moves impossibly closer to you. Your chest meets his as he holds you close, his hips pressing his hard cock against your body. He dips down to hover his soft lips over yours, “...Please.” He adds in a whisper – drenched in desperation. 

As if you could ever deny him.

“You’re cute…” You whisper back before pressing your lips onto his. 

You feel him immediately melt against you, his cock twitching eagerly against your stomach as he finally tastes you on his tongue. You hope he doesn't notice how you subtly rub your thighs together, an attempt to relieve the ache between them.

Your hands drift from resting on his chest to tangle in his hair, tugging gently at the ends, if only to hear that breathless whine that you adore. 

As you draw away for a breath, you notice a smear of red messily decorating his lips. He doesn’t seem to care though, looking down at a similar mess on your lips with a heated gaze.

You can tell that he’s imagining the same stain at the base of his cock. San has a thing for marks, especially because it’s you who’s leaving them. 

You lift up his dress shirt before pressing the palm of your hand against his aching erection, drawing a cute whimper from him. His stomach flexes from the sudden coolness of the air touching his heated skin.

Oh, how you want to lick over each defined ab, make him cry out from your teasing before biting into the firmness of his stupidly broad chest – but you don’t have time for that right now.

“Look at you,” You wrap your hand around him and slowly start to jerk him off, “almost about to cum from some kissing.” San bites his bottom lip to keep his moans down as your thumb repeatedly rubs over the edge of his sensitive tip. 

“C-can’t help it, you taste s-so good.” His hips thrust eagerly against your hand, cock generously leaking as he feels himself already approaching the edge.

Your wrist moves in quick, practiced motions, slick noises filling the space between you. You can't help but dip your other hand under his dress shirt, feeling up his perfect body with the edge of your nails to make him tremble.

“I'll let you taste more tonight if you cum for me like a good boy."

San nods eagerly, but you can tell by that hazy look in his eye that he'd agree to jump off from the second floor balcony if you asked him.

You can tell that he's getting close by the way he's bucking into your slippery fist, whines growing louder and more desperate. It almost looks like he's about to cry as he stares down at the way your hand is wrapped so perfectly around his throbbing cock.

“About to c-cum,” he pants, eyes glistening sweetly. "F-ffuck, baby… Y-you’re s-so good to me. Don’t want it to get on you, though, and ruin your pretty dress.”

"No?" You tease as you watch him struggle to move a mere inch away, hips still thrusting in want. How cute. His eyes squeeze shut at your honeyed tone, knowing you were going to make it harder for him to back away. "You don't want to see me covered in your pretty mess?"

"Nnghh~" You watch him scramble to hold off his orgasm, legs shaking as his hands grip your waist tightly to ground himself. "please -- !"

You finally let him make some space between you, finding it adorable that even in this state, he's worried about protecting you from the people outside.

You give him one last squeeze, fingers brushing over his dripping tip before whispering: "Okay, baby~ Cum for me."

And he does. Oh, how he makes a mess of himself.

His broad shoulders shake as he curls his body into himself, head dipped while spilling out the most pathetic breathy whines against the top of your shoulder.

His hips shake sporadically as each rope of cum covers your hand, dripping miraculously over his lap and onto his once perfectly-pressed pants. Somehow, he stayed true to his word. Not a drop touched your dress.

"Good boy..."

He groans as you milk him with a tight fist, body shuddering from the overstimulation. Your other hand soothes him, rubbing gently over his stomach as he moves through his high.

---

San's panting, leaning against the washing machine with a fucked-out look on his face. He pulled his briefs back on, opting to leave the pants unbuttoned and barely hanging onto his hips.

At this point, it would be better for him to change – his pants are stained with drops of cum, his shirt is wrinkled and stretched out, his hair has been fluffed into a mess. 

Maybe you should just tell everyone that he wasn’t feeling well…

You press a light peck to the side of his flushed neck before moving away from him in a hurry. You wash your hands in the small sink at the corner of the room and find a few tissues to take off your ruined lipstick and any residual sweat. 

You try to fix your hair to look decent – though there is no mirror to really check – and smooth out your dress. Thankfully, San only made a mess of himself (at least, visually). You were planning to slip into a bathroom on the way to the parlor anyway. 

“Ok, baby.” You throw the tissues away before turning back to your husband. His eyes are still half-lidded with lust, watching how easily you go back to being the refined woman from earlier this evening. “Clean yourself up, I’m going back out. I’ll tell them you’re feeling under the weather.” 

“You’re so beautiful.” His raspy voice is endearing. 

You feel your cheeks heating up at the compliment. You try to stamp it down, try to stay composed, but he always knows what to say to make you feel this way. 

“You are beautiful, baby.” You respond with a gentle smile, walking back to him to give him one last kiss. One turns into many. He shyly smiles back, his dimples deepening as you scatter more kisses around his face.

“Wish me luck out there.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair to reduce the fluffiness. 

“Come back to me soon, okay?”

“Anything for you, my love.”

[katzkinder]

@ky-kyu you asked about gluttony pair and it got kinda long so I decided to make it a separate post for the sake of people's dashboards. Also, I have another post here!

But I have more thoughts on them thanks to this page Yarra shared earlier, and many more besides, but I'll stick to this scene because otherwise this will really turn into a monster.

the wording nicco uses in the right panel is pretty moving, especially in relation to gluttony, at least in my opinion, and these scene between them is what really made me fall in love with these two as characters who were, quite literally, made for one another.

Basically, it's about how the opposite of Gluttony is a banquet.

Having so much excess and sharing it with others, allowing someone to fill their plate without worry because you know you have more, and how that relates to Nicco being the Eve who has an entire group of people surrounding him at all times, something which makes him unique as far as the main cast go because he's always being supported. The other Eves don't really have like... An entire group of human characters they're close with the way Nicco does.

A banquet without guests will simply rot and go to waste. Nicco, being a mafia boss, brings all those guests with him and allows them to partake of what he has to offer.

Food tastes the best when you share it with someone you love, and your joy is multiplied through their own. The joy of a shared meal cannot be understated. Even terrible food becomes fun when you have someone to laugh about it with. Even failure becomes tolerable when you share it.

And it's just. One of the first moments of big characterization we get from Ildio when we see his past is that he is a man who shares what little he has, even though he acknowledges that he has earned it, and the little slave girl has not. Even that far back, when his only desires went as far as an animal understanding of life, he was someone who could have, and probably did, draw in others around him for that unthinking kindness, so I really love how Nicco handles his problems. Because they actually share a similar fault

Both of them will attempt to take on too much for themselves to bear, and yet they can't help it. To defend the weak is what they feel they must do.

Gluttons for punishment, as it goes

And yet...

To be able to share the pain and the joys, to have a feast with one another with life as the centerpiece…

I think it's just… Extremely beautiful, the way their love for their fellow man is able to express itself

And I think it's even more beautiful, the way that even when being beat to a pulp, Nicco takes the time to look and see and experience the pain Ildio doesn't even realize he's holding onto

He doesn't let Inner Gluttony distract him. He doesn't entertain the demon attempting, however poorly, to shelter Ildio's heart by putting the blinders on. He speaks to him as an equal. As a friend. As someone who is worth listening to, and cherishing. He helps Ildio to face his grief.

He gives Ildio the same love he would give to any friend. Bite by bite, tear by tear, Nicco shares the burden Ildio tried to be Atlas about.

The song Nicco sings while they dance with the people they've loved and lost is Ciuri Ciuri. It's a Sicilian folksong, whose title means "Flowers, Flowers"

The verse Strike has carefully written out on the page translates to "Flowers flowers, flowers all the year. The love you gave me, I give you back"

And the love Nicco gives to Ildio...

Ildio will give back to him.

[flyingwargle]

december fanfic recs!

the last collection of recs for 2024 are here! take a look at last year's monthly recs if you need more: november, october, september, august, july

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

All of My Pretty t. 6.1k. sakusa has a hidden affinity for make-up and feminine clothing but atsumu reacts negatively when he sees it dressed up. there's a happy ending however!! atsumu is a wholesome partner!!

MSBY Plays UNO m. 7.2k. exactly what the title is. sakuatsu don't break up because of uno, you don't have to worry about that.

The West of Your Spine t. 8.7k. sakusa discovers this atsumu has feelings for him when sakusa does not. augh. sakusa, you big idiot. lovely prose and imagery, as always from mcbeefy.

Roll On, Seventh Wheel t. 8.8k. atsumu realizes that everyone on msby has a crush on sakusa and he does what he does best: tell sakusa that he's better off with everyone else. so cute and endearing. <3

instabae m. 11.4k. komori needles sakusa into posting more on his insta and atsumu makes it his personal mission to take him around the city so to help him take photos. he catches feelings along the way. very cute and fluffy!

Such a Constellation Was He to Me e. 11.8k. sakusa has a bunch of tattoos and offers atsumu a closer look. THIS FIC!! brought me to my knees. it was so soft and tender, and the depiction of sakusa's tattoos was just...augh. my fic of the month.

know you better m. 14.3k. 6/6. atsumu and sakusa are ordered to get to know each other better after their disagreements interfere with their performance on the court. loved the gradual progression of enemies to friends to lovers and the balance of family and mental health issues shared between them.

YOUR BEST AMERICAN BOY t. 23.3k. an asian-american au featuring sakuatsu. as an asian-canadian, i was able to relate to this at a spiritual level. this was inspired by afflications for below-average asian-americans that's in atsumu's pov, which i also read a while back. it's a really niche but nuanced au, and i'm so happy that they exist.

more cock, fewer roaches. please. m. 30.8k. 2/2. sakusa learns that his neighbor down the street has bedbugs so he's getting his house fumigated and needs a place to stay. atsumu offers his guest bedroom and sakusa takes it, thus undergoing to mortifying realization that he likes atsumu. loved this!

standby m. 30.6k. 5/5. sakusa has a complicated relationship with food because of his neglectful parents. atsumu, the owner of onigiri miya, hopes to change that. a lovely slowburn with gut-wrenching descriptions.

sunaosa

on soundcloud, spotify, and first meetings with suna rintarou t. 3.1k. osamu sits behind suna in lecture and watches him make a new playlist on spotify every class, including the suggestive ones. very cute, i very much enjoyed it.

check the grin (you’re in love) t. 5.5k. suna hiccups when he lies, which is terrible since he can't lie that he likes osamu. very fluffy, lovely prose, and very cute <3

Capturing your portrait (and getting drawn into it) g. 22.9k. 6/6. the team is fed up with suna having embarrassing photos of everyone and seek revenge, tasking osamu to take an embarrassing photo of suna, except he falls in love during the process. very fluffy with amazing character dynamics.

iwaoi

i said, excuse me you’re a hell of a guy g. 5.4k. iwa always knew he had a crush on oikawa, but he knew he had a crush on oikawa when he heard him singing (read: rapping) in the shower. so cute and lovely!

bookmarks t. 6.4k. iwa works part-time at his university library and exchanges notes with a student that puts holds on books every week, T. O. very cute and endearing.

the sunlit alley g. 6.6k. iwa is an ao3 writer who deleted one of his works and sees oikawa's deranged tweets mourning its loss. i need this to happen to me in real life. when will i meet a devoted ao3 reader irl (the answer is never because i live in canada and no one lives in canada). very funny, one of my favorites this month!

ten years & a thousand mornings m. 15k. a beautiful ode to iwaoi's relationship through the mornings they have together in argentina and the mornings before then.

kagehina

Change of Plan(e)s g. 4.2k. queerplatonic kagehina for the soul! kageyama gets sick while traveling back home and hinata takes care of him. very comforting and fluffy.

conflict of interest t. 6.6k. kageyama and hinata's relationship is interpreted as bitter rivals when in fact, they're married. oh, my boys, they love each other so much, and the way they revealed their marriage was the best.

if it wasn't for you g. 13.1k. hinata texts kageyama to ask if he changed his life. kageyama responds with "hah?" an exploration of their relationship and eventual getting together. very cute!

other

the convergence of the aces g. bokuto and iwa friendship with side bokuaka and iwaoi. 4.1k. bokuto notices that iwa looks a lil lonely and befriends him. i love their friendship and how they were able to be with each other through their major milestones. a beautiful portrayal of male friendship <3

given t. 6.1k. tokyo cousins. komori's room tour goes viral after he reveals all the cursed gifts that sakusa got him, and msby4 finds the cursed gifts that komori gave him in return. familial love!! these two are so precious and the fic is hilarious. one of my favorites <3

the sky in my arms, the storm in my heart g. 7.5k. hinata-centric. a love letter to hinata and his time in brazil. on my hands and knees, i love this author so much, everything they write is gold and this made me tear up (i read this at work. do not recommend, read it at home so you can scream your heart out)

my love language is you t. 8k. bokuaka. no section for bokuaka this month, i'm sorry (i need to find more bkak fics). bokuto shows his affection for akaashi using the love languages. utterly adorable and fluffy.

Five Times Ushijima Wakatoshi Absolutely Lost His Shit g. 8.2k. ushiten. title. ushijima still keeps his stoic personality until he doesn't, and tendou is there to keep him together. very funny and sweet.

First Aid Kit m. 70.8k. 15/15. beautiful character study of tsukishima along with his blooming relationship with yamaguchi. beautiful prose and slow burn.

Blood In My Veins m. 77.9k. 21/21. kuroken. obligatory heart-wrenching kuroken fic of the month, this time with kuroo escaping his abusive ex to live in the city and befriend kenma, who has severe social anxiety. painful yet soft with a happy ending.

[askereiniongilgalad]

🎶 “Tunes of the Crown” 🎶

Managing the Noldor? It's a full-time balancing act. Between Galadriel’s messes, Elrond feeling more dwarvish than elvish, and Celebrimbor’s questionable choice of guests, my life swings between a symphony and a tragic opera—depending on who’s causing trouble that day. 🔥

Here are my top picks:

• “Manic Monday” – Because, let’s be real, every day in Lindon is Monday.

• “I’m Still Standing” – Somehow. Against all odds. Barely.

• “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” – Except when they actually have to do the work. (Looking at you, Elrond.)

🎧 Grab a goblet of wine 🍷, press play, and bask in my highly kingly vibe. If nothing else, this playlist proves that even under stress, I’ve got rhythm—and style. 👑✨ And oh yes, there are more playlists. I’ll explain… eventually. 🎶 A special thanks to @marshmellin and @greenleaf4stuff who inspired me to share this with you. 🙌✨ ---------------------------------------------------------- The complete list

1. “Manic Monday” – The Bangles Every day is filled with meetings, decisions, and fires (literal and metaphorical).

2. “I’m Still Standing” – Elton John Surviving Galadriel, Elrond and Celebrimbor

3. “Under Pressure” – Queen & David Bowie Being High King is 90% stress, 10% actual ruling. And no, the 10% isn’t the fun part.

4. “Shake It Off” – Taylor Swift Galadriel storms into my office on daily basis; Elrond insists he ‘has a plan.’ I laugh. What else can you do?

5. “Boss Bitch” – Doja Cat Let’s be honest: I am the boss.

6. “Take a Bow” – Madonna After saving Middle-earth again, you’d think I’d get a standing ovation. Instead, I get more paperwork.

7. “The Climb” – Miley Cyrus Leadership is a constant uphill battle. Good thing I’m great at it.

8. “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” – Tears for Fears Until they meet their first dwarf king or Galadriel in a bad mood. 9. “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” – Green Day Even kings get reflective. Usually around the third goblet.

10. “All Star” – Smash Mouth Let’s be real: Middle-earth would fall apart without me. MVP, every year, without fail.

11. “Survivor” – Destiny’s Child Holding Lindon together, one crisis at a time.

12. “You Can’t Hurry Love” – The Supremes Elrond, take note: Leadership takes time. Also, stop inching toward the door. (credit to mashmellin)

13. “Viva La Vida” – Coldplay Reflecting on my legacy. And the chaos. Mostly the chaos.

14. “9 to 5” – Dolly Parton If only ruling were 9 to 5. Try 24/7. With overtime. And no pay raise in millennia.

15. “No Time to Die” – Billie Ellish My duty doesn’t end, even when I do, and even then, I’m sure I’ll get a posthumous task list. 16. "This One's for the girls ” – Martina McBride @marshmellin addition to this list <3 17. “Golden Leaves” – Bear McCreary (feat. the mortal pretending to be me) Every king needs his anthem 👑🍂✨

[sailorstar9]

Step-Sister Plotted To Marry F/N To A Scumbag, Now She's Stunned F/N Married Someone Way Better

Warning: Modern AU

A/N: Zhongli is a simp for F/N

A/N 2: Happy belated birthday, Zhongli. I'm sorry this took so long.

At a high-class banquet, F/N's stepsister publicly accused her of lacking restraint.

F/N covered her neck and gave the CEO of Qixing Holdings a playful slap on the wrist. “I told you to be gentle, but you never listen, acting just like a dog.”

Instead, Zhongli broadly smiled and said, “Sweetheart, it's all my fault.”

This was F/N's fifth blind date that month.

Under the table, F/N used her purse to block the hand from her blind date. When she looked up, she met a pair of greasy eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, she stood up abruptly and said, “Since Wen Cheng is uncomfortable, I'll leave first.”

As soon as F/N spoke, her stepmother, Qing Ling, objected. “I know F/N has high standards, but Wen Cheng is also a young talent. Don't let the two kids miss out just because I introduced them.”

F/N's father frowned disapprovingly at Qing Ling's words. “F/N, what exactly do you want your aunt to do to make you satisfied? Your aunt hasn't been eating or sleeping well these days because of your blind dates.”

F/N's stepsister, Ying Tai, handed her a glass of wine and tactfully interrupted F/N's father. “Dad, F/N didn't mean it.”

“But I do.” F/N smiled mischievously.

For a moment, Ying Tai's smile froze and she handed F/N the wine in her hand. “F/N, represent our family in toasting Wen Cheng as a gesture of good will from our family.”

Upon hearing this, F/N's father's expression softened considerably. “Ying Tai is the sensible one.”

Wen Cheng, with a sticky look, said, “It's okay. I actually like when people aren't sensible.”

F/N snatched the glass from Ying Tai's hand and splashed every drop on Wen Cheng's face without hesitation. “What daydream are you having?” she mockingly sneered.

Not long after leaving the private room, F/N keenly sensed that something was amiss. She hadn't expected to escape Ying Tai's wine glass on the surface but she hadn't evaded the sinister tactics of the mother and daughter behind her back. Her thoughts spiralled out of control; her temperature rose rapidly and her blood boiled. Through the reflective decorations, she faintly saw her cheeks turn scarlet and she didn't need to guest that Qing Ling and Ying Tai were up to no good. They might have even conspired with that male model, dog-llke and scrupulous Wen Cheng.

F/N then dodged the security guard-like figures and stumbled into the elevator, slamming a palm on the close button.

It was only then did F/N realize she was not alone in the elevator.

A man in a meticulously tailored high-end suit, casting a tall and imposing figure. With the light enhancing his graceful and proud demeanour.

Most importantly, this man was F/N's college senior Zhongli.

F/N's mind was already spinning. “Save me.” she pleaded, feeling her body going slack. As her consciousness faded, she could feel Zhongli carry her in his arms.

When F/N woke up, she was in a hotel room. The symptoms on her body hadn't eased, but had worsened. Mutely enduring the discomfort, F/N was already planning on how to deal with Qing Ling and Ying Tai the next day.

Zhongli hovered over F/N's side of the bed, a glass of aloe vera juice in hand. “Drink. You have to take responsibility for me.” he sat down beside F/N. “My family has strict rules; we are not allowed to share a room with the opposite gender. If such a situation occurs , I am obligated to make the woman my wife.” he then asked F/N to marry him and make him her legal husband.

A notification then popped up on F/N's still charging phone; a document had been sent to her phone: Zhongli's asset list.

Zhongli, as a consultant for the Right Trades, had an impressive display of properties and countless investments that showcased his immense wealth. “After marriage, half of these will belong to you.” he informed.

That removed any hesitation on F/N's part, “Good morning, honey.”

Zhongli and F/N walked out of the marriage registry office with their marriage certificate.

A black Rolls Royce with three licence plates from different places quietly waited outside.

F/N then returned home for a visit; not to announce the joyous news of her marriage to Zhongli to the world. Such a big surprise was meant to give Qing Ling and Ying Tai a huge shock.

At the door of F/N's house...

“Dad, Mom, F/N finally back.” Ying Tai looked out from the glass window of the living room. “Where did you go last night? How come you changed your clothes? And it's a limited edition.” she started bombarding F/N with questions, undoubtedly trying to stir up F/N's father's anger.

“What's going on?” F/N father, on the sofa, turned to look at Ying Tai impatiently.

“It's nothing.” F/N just grinned. “I just came back to get some stuff.”

With F/N out of earshot, Qing Ling dutifully worried about F/N's marriage.

Angrily, F/N's father scolded F/N as an disobedient daughter, but couldn't mess with her position in the company. After all, F/N was his only biological heiress. Ying Tai was only a year younger than F/N; Qing Ling was one of F/N's father's secretaries before with Ying Tai being rumoured to be F/N's father's illegitimate daughter.

After F/N's mother's death in a car accident, Qing Ling quickly married F/N's father with Ying Tai, hoping to inherit the family's fortune. Qing Ling had spent years sowing discord between F/N and her father. After finding out that F/N's father had appointed F/N as deputy director with the intention of her taking over the company, Qing Ling, eager to bind F/N for her own interests, came up with the idea of blind dates to interfere with F/N's marriage.

However, both F/N and her father were not fools; on Ying Tai's first day at home, F/N had pulled out the DNA test she had kept secretly at hand and showing that there were no blood relation. In addition to ensuring F?N that she was his sole inheritor, F/N's father had also asked her to turn a blind eye to Qing Ling and Ying Tai,

When Ying Tai saw F/N pull her luggage down the staircase, she exaggeratedly covered her mouth. “Don't make dad angry again. If he finds out you're living with another man...”

F/N sneered, “If you have time to care about me, you'd better worry more about yourself.”

Seeing F/N was way too calm, Ying Tai grew suspicious and hurried to her room.

For some time, Zhongli's and F/N's martial life was relatively peaceful, until Ying Tai posted a group photo, with the caption screaming out about the breathtaking love story of Zhongli and Guizhong; Guizhong had been in love with Zhongli for many years. In the centre of photo, Zhongli and Guizhong gazed at each other from a distance as if an entire country had passed between them.

F/N's heart was immediately doused in ice cold water and she threw the cufflinks she had given the cheating Zhongli into the trash can.

Just then, a message came from Zhongli: I have reserved a table of two at a couple's restaurant; tonight at 7 Col 30.

That night, instead of directly confronting Zhongli, F/N lumbered into a host club where she was introduced to a newcomer.

The club's dazzling lights were suddenly blocked by a slender figure, casting a dark shadow in front of F/N and a familiar voice whispered into F/N's ear, “Is this how you accuse me of cheating, my dear?”

Zhongli stood in the backlight, his expression vague.

“Big Boss...” the young host stammered and got up, giving his spot to Zhongli.

“Let's talk about it when we get back.” Zhongli heaved F/N into a fireman's carry and carried her to his car.

In the Zhongli's car...

“F/N, regarding your accusations just now, I can only prove my innocence.” Zhongli assured. “I waited for you at the restaurant for two hours. When you didn't arrive, I had to use some means to find you.”

F/N pulled out her phone and saw a bunch of missed calls and unread messages from Zhongli and her assistant. Finding Ying Tai's social media and demanded, “What's the deal with you and your ex rekindling things?”

Zhongli immediately silenced F/N with a heavy kiss on the lips.

In Zhongli's house...

“Don't move.” Zhongli carried F/N into the house over his shoulder. “No infidelity, no moonlight tryst.” his deep, rational voice sounded in F/N's ear after he settled her onto the study desk. “Only you.” as tender kisses landed on F/N's neck, she turned her head away and met the gaze of the entire bookshelf; the entire wall was filled with photos from different periods of F/N's life.

t was then, everything clicked in F/N's mind and she cautiously asked, “Zhongli, you do like me?”

“I love you, F/N.” Zhongli replied without hesitation. “Now, I want to fulfil my husbandly duties with you.”

The next morning...

F/N was awakened by a phone call, her father's voice was roaring on the other end, but F/N just hung up, too exhausted to even answer.

A second call came in from Qing Ling; if she hadn't pulled that stunt, F/N wouldn't have remembered that today was her father's birthday. She went to great lengths to arrange the banquet.

Zhongli had already gone to work early in the morning, so F/N booked an appointment with the styling studio after informing Zhongli.

After doing her hair, F/N rushed to the banquet scene where Qing Ling was chatting with Ying Tai with various guests enjoying themselves.

Ying Tai was the first to notice F/N, “F/N, dad has been waiting for you for a long time.” her voice as exaggerated as her expression.

Many people around cast strange looks at F/N.

Amidst whispers and murmurs, F/N's father approached from not too far away. Pointing at her, he sneered, “If Ying Tai hadn't said, I wouldn't have known I had a daughter like you.”

Qing Ling tried to whitewash the situation, “What are you talking about? F/N works hard at the company and isn't often home.”

“Yes, dad.” Ying Tai chimed in. “F/N is so busy at work every day, unlike me, who just stays at home.”

F/N's father immediately made a decision, “Since you're busy with work, I've decided to let Ying Tai join the company as the Director of the Marketing Department.”

“Thank you, dad.” Ying Tai's eyes lit up with joy. “I will strive to be like F/N.”

F/N smirked mockingly; when she was initially placed in the company, she was only assigned to lead a small team in a business unit. She had rotated through various Departments in the company and worked hard to secure several major deal, before securing the general manager position. In F/N's father's eyes, she had no sense of belonging to the family, no respect for him as family head and her contributions to the company was merely expected. F/N knew with her father still at the helm, the company will not prosper; so she figured it was time for him to step down and let her take over.

“F/N, Wen Cheng is here.” Ying Tai suddenly grabbed F/N, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “The last time we met, Wen Cheng said he really liked you but you left too soon to get to know him better.”

F/N shrugged indifferently, “If you think he's so great, why don't go on a blind date with him? You can have this blind date prospect all to yourself. I think you two make a good match.”

Ying Tai grew green in anger, only to have Qing Ling pull her daughter away before the situation escalated. Qing Ling had intended to use the birthday celebration banquet to let Ying Tai select a desirable match for herself.

F/N was quietly nursing a cup of iced water in a corner when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. She glanced at the door and locked eyes with the newcomer.

Zhongi, locating his wife, made his way to F/N through the crowd with his assistant in tow.

At the heart of the banquet where Qing Ling and Ying Tai were mingling with the guests, they saw the scene and their pupils contracted. Qing Ling knew her opportunity had arrived; the young man in front of her was the youngest person in power: even the status F/N's family had painstakingly achieved was a mere subsidiary in Zhongli's eyes. Most importantly, he rarely attended events; his presence here indicated something that interested him. No matter who he's interested in right now, it will eventually become Ying Tai's possession. Her face lit up with a brilliant smile as she took Ying Tai's hand and approached Zhongli to chat.

“Mr. Zhongli, your presence here truly honours us.” Qing Ling wasted no time in pushing Ying Tai forward. “This is my youngest daughter, Ying Tai. She has admired you for a long time. Would you honour us with a dance?”

“No time.” Zhongli's icy tone shot the mother-daughter pair down.

“What's this?” Ying Tai whined, pointing to F/N's neck with fake concern after Zhongli took F/N's hand to lead her to the dance floor. “Don't make dad angry again. The last time you didn't come home at night, dad ended up in hospital because of you. My friends saw you alone at the hospital last time. You should take care of yourself, even if it's a misunderstanding.”

Her declaration sent the guests talking and F/N's father stood on the side, his face turning ashen.

F/N held Zhongll's hand and boldly declaring in front of everyone, “Let me introduce you all, this is my husband. I told you to be discreet last night, but you didn't listen.” she smacked Zhongli's arm playfully.

“Honey, it's all my fault.” Zhongli admitted. “I believe there's no need to explain our matters to others.”

Ying Tai who had just shed a few tears froze, whilst Qing Ling's face turned unpleasant.

“F/N is my lawful wife and I won't want to hear any slander or defamation against her from others.” Zhongli announced. “This is just a warning and I hope there won't be a next time.”

“We hope you cooperate with our work.” Zhongli's assistant stepped in. “If there's a next time, our Legal Department will fully defend the Lady's rights.”

“Uncle,” Zhongli turned to F/N's father. “Rest assured, I will always treat F/N well. She hasn't been treated well under your care and I don't have the grace to call you anything else but uncle. As for the collaboration you mentioned before, I suggest you manage the right people. You're getting old and it's time to pass the baton to the younger generation.”

After the banquet...

F/N's father was admitted to the hospital after the shocking revelation; he had been too indulgent in his younger years and his body revealed many hidden illnesses as he aged.

F/N slammed down any chances of Qing Ling and Ying Tai's vying for power hard; even before Qing Ling was appointed Director, she was escorted out by security. She even made sure the evidence of Ying Tai not being his biological child was placed by her father's sick bed.

Seeing that their former Director was done for, the company shareholders began siding with F/N and allowing her to take over the company smoothly.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

This post is a solid nine months old by now, but I have an addition to it.

I picked out a few How Do You Cope episodes to listen to in the last couple of weeks - I've not gone through that whole podcast in my usual completist way, but I decided to pick out some the feature guests I found interesting (I did Paul Sinha, Sally Phillips, Jordan Gray, Josie Long, Alex Brooker, Chris Packham, and Mark Watson). There was a bunch of interesting stuff in a bunch of those episodes that I meant to post about, but I listened while doing other holiday stuff and didn't sit down to write it.

This, however, I made sure to save. As soon as I heard it, I made a note to myself to remember to cut this out and add it to my collection of clips of John Robins talking shit about Stewart Lee. Because I find it extremely amusing that John Robins turned up to an interview with Mark Watson, in 2019, with a quote from Stewart Lee that he thinks is Clarkson-esque, just so he can throw that at Mark eight years after their actual feud, because it gives him an excuse to shoehorn in talking shit about Stewart Lee. In this case, by accusing Stewart Lee of sounding like Alan Partridge, which... might be just a touch hypocritical, coming from Robins. I mean, I'm generally on John Robins' side here, and I'm definitely on Mark Watson's side in that particular feud (I obviously think Stewart Lee is a brilliant comedian who is rightly accoladed, but he does seem like he's probably a dick), but I don't know if accusing other people of sounding a bit Partridge-y is John Robins' best move.

I do respect how committed John Robins is to the grudge. I enjoy listening to him try to sound reasonable and not shout "I hate that fucking guy" every time Stewart Lee's name gets mentioned. But then also, he'll take any tenuous opportunity, like interviewing a comedian whom Stewart Lee was a dick about in 2011, to bring up what a dick Stewart Lee is. As a frequent holder of grudges myself, I find it funny to listen to people struggle with them that way.

This was unfortunately not where the relatable content in this podcast interview ended, as there was some very interesting chat near the end about how Mark Watson uses running to turn off his brain and take the edge off anxiety, and John Robins said he uses alcohol for that, and Mark said he also used alcohol for the same thing. And then two of my favourite comedians, who have talked a lot in their work about anxiety and alcohol problems, and I have spent a lot of time listening to a whole lot of both their work and being interested in their perspectives on those issues - those two comedians talked to each other about how alcohol and exercise can achieve similar ways of turning off a frustrating brain. And I had just been thinking a lot lately about how when I try to cut out alcohol, and try to find healthier things to replace what excessive drinking has done for me through so many years, the most useful replacement I have is getting on the treadmill and running until I can breathe or stand and throat and lungs are on fire. That is the closest physical/psychological sensation that I can get to the thing I like best about alcohol, without actually consuming alcohol. And Mark Watson and John Robins discussed that exact phenomenon for a bit, and I was going to cut out that clip and post about it on here too, but honestly, writing an entire post about that would get way too depressing, and I don't feel like doing a long, over-share-y depression post on this second day of the new year. So I'm condensing my thoughts about it into one run-on paragraph (trust me, if I dedicated its own post to that clip, the post would be far longer than this paragraph) on the end of a post for John Robins talking shit about Stewart Lee. I'm going to try dry January again this year, and I think it will probably be less tough than it was last year, as by the end of 2024, I was starting to be able to go 4 or 5 weeks at a time without drinking and not even be too bothered by that. Dry January made me want to jump off a cliff and into a fire in 2024, it took all year to go from that to being able to not drink for a month just because I didn't need it and it was okay, I want to start extending that time in 2025. Again, I know this personal over share-y bit has gotten long, but trust me, it could have been far longer, if I hadn't decided to confine it to one run-on paragraph. Happy New Year.

There was one day last week when my coworker asked me what I did the night before, and I thought, "I organized my John Robins and Elis James audio clips folder, the one with a whole big mess of files because pretty much any time they discuss anything that seems like it might be a long-running thread I'll mark the timestamp in my notes and then cut out the clip when I get home in case this does become a big thread and I want to make a compilation of it, but as I got along I don't know what will and won't turn into anything so I try to err on the side of just saving everything, well last night went through the folder and made a few sub-folders to group together clips that discuss the same type of thing so that making posts about it in the future will be easier. Why, what did you do?"

I didn't say that, obviously, I said "I just had a quiet night, why, what did you do?" and she told me about how she had her kids help her cook dinner and then watched a Troll movie with them before putting them to bed but then had to wake up at 1 AM because her kid was crying so that was her night, and it made it seem like an even better idea that I hadn't gotten into mine.

Anyway, on a completely separate note, does anyone want to see the running record I'm keeping of John Robins' feud with Stewart Lee, every time he's mentioned it up to the point I'm at now in the radio show, which is September 2016? I've entitled this collection: John Robins Talking Shit About Stewart Lee and/or Denying That He Talks Shit About Stewart Lee, Sometimes Doing Both In The Same Breath:

Looking at all the evidence together, I think Stewart Lee did get him kicked off a gig on purpose, not just had him bumped due to lack of time, because he didn't like his opinions. And, to be fair to some more recent and possibly stupidly over-the-top comments that Robins has made on the subject, that is arguably a touch McCarthyist.

[gamebunny-advance]

HmHm.

I think a Hairdorables head on a Cave Club body would make a decent Mayday doll.

Nothing's gonna be perfect, but I think Hairdorables matches her face/head shape a lil'better than the base Cave Club.

Ya know. If somebody wants to get on that.

[aroaceleovaldez]

so in HoO we get a totally unaddressed thing about the Hephaestus cabin apparently have an underground tunnel system beneath their cabin that they’ve been excavating for almost a century and haven’t found the end to yet. We never hear about this again. But when Jake Mason is explaining it, he jokes to Will Solace that “You Apollo guys can’t have all the fun,” which implies the Apollo cabin also has secrets.

Anyways I think we should just start headcanoning random wild secret areas of each cabin just for fun.

[nexus-nebulae]

every day i wish that Rats SMP was a cartoon bc it would make the greatest show ever i think

[christinaroseandrews]

A friend of mine died on Tuesday.

I hadn't seen Jan in years. Not because we didn't want to see each other, but because we couldn't. Money. Health issues. Distance. The obstacles were pretty damn great.

But that didn't mean that we weren't friends. We kept in touch. Mostly on Facebook. Before that LiveJournal. Before that AIM and ICQ. I've known her a long time.

I first met her at Katsucon. Then again at the first Anime Central. And then again and again at conventions over the years. We just clicked. When she moved back to the US from Japan I went to her house several times. And she even came to mine. Which if you know me you know is a fairly big deal...

She wasn't the first transgender person I knew. But she was the first I knew well and the first that I knew both pre transition and post transition. I got to see firsthand just happier she was after she began living as her authentic self. It was literally night and day.

She was beautiful and fun and generous and loving. In the pictures that I have of her her smile is so wide and so bright that you could swear that the sun shone out of her soul.

Is she also had her darker moments. And she wasn't perfect, not by a long margin. She had her demons. And her burdens. She lived her life as a true hedonist and that came back to haunt her. But she never stopped trying to suck the marrow out of life, live to her fullest.

I'm going to miss her.

Rest in power, Jan April Scott-Frazier. The world is dimmer now that you're no longer in it.

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom called me a shitty roommate today bc after months of her telling me to rent a uhaul (too young to do so) and then flaking out on me whenever I asked her if we could it on x day, I gave up on trying to get my bf's heavy TV and dresser and ordered a mountable tv, instead of buying more storage totes so that I could add to the ever increasing stack of totes in our guest bedroom

[diseaseriddencube]

THE AKUDAMA DRIVE STAGE PLAY IS NOW AVAILABLE!!!!!

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

…

[jendoe]

“Oh yeah, mister? Name one bad idea then.” She let out an offended scoff when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t actually tell me, Kris. I get the freakin’ point.”

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[freckliedan]

So there is currently no evidence of more than one bedroom right? We only know of the ass chair one?

i have actively avoided knowing things about the layout of their forever home! i have no idea but i think that's most likely true. imo they could have separate bedrooms bc like.. it's nice to have your own space, and they can afford that, but that they probably share the same room for sleeping nearly all the time even if that's the case.

[offthedeeepend]

Octatrio Guest Room Special Gifts

Azul: antique coin

Jade: book of teas

Floyd: pale grey scarf