Jingyi: wearing silk pants How does this look?
Huaisang: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Jingyi:
Huaisang: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Jiang Cheng: We know what you meant.

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Jingyi: wearing silk pants How does this look?
Huaisang: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Jingyi:
Huaisang: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Jiang Cheng: We know what you meant.
[Image description: A screenshot from Scrivener for a file titled "Matchmaker SangChengYi"/end ID]
Can someone tell me what this means? Anybody? I titled a file in my fic Scrivener and I have... no idea what I wanted from this idea.
Maybe Nie Huaisang was the matchmaker??? I cannot remember.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
sangchengyi | E | 7.5k
It’s not that being bedded by Nie Huaisang a few times ruined Jingyi for every man and woman that would come after him—not even close, as Sizhui likes to remind him from time to time, eyes crinkling with mirth. Him and Ouyang Zizhen love teasing Jingyi about how, if there had been no explicit Lan rules that forbade the seeking of excess carnal pleasure already, the combined efforts of Jingyi and Hanguang-Jun would surely make it happen in the foreseeable future.
No. It’s only that being the singular, pin-point focus of Nie Huaisang’s attention is a nigh-addictive thing and Jingyi has a huge weakness for beautiful, bossy people.
in which a fun, one-time exercise goes somewhat sideways, then grows—gods save us—feelings.
hi, let’s get to know me i guess
Thanks for the tag @wangxianbunnydoodles I am always amazed that you want to get to know me better. :)
Rules: tag however many people you want to get to know better
Relationship status: Married! (I have been married for 16 years, but I’ve been with my husband for TWENTY-ONE YEARS, longer than most of you have been alive, yes, I am a certified dinosaur)
Favorite colour: really dark teal or really rich purple. In general, jewel tones.
Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick on the daily, lipstick when I’m in a good mood (I like lipstick better, but I’m lazy)
Last song i listened to: I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General (Pirates of Penzance, no I don’t know why I’m like this)
Last movie i watched: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (one of my top 3 favorite ot3s)
Three ships: Nielan, Sangchengyi, LanLan and, because Hao reminded me that I love them, YanFu (from Golden Stage)(also I don’t believe in rules)
Book i’m currently reading: Uh...I’m reading 4. Rereading 2ha, The Grand Sophy (Georgette Heyer), The Scorpio Races (hey....scorpios unite!), and finishing Golden Stage (READ GOLDEN STAGE IT IS SO GOOD)
Tagging: @carriecmoney @piyo13sdoodles @shuang-hua @shuangdaozhang (not sure which one you’ll get)
Nie Huaisang is right. Jiang Wanyin deserves to have good things and Jingyi is a good thing, he can admit that inside his own head where Lan Qiren cannot hear and yell at him for being conceited, or wanting too much.
Shoot the Sun by @rynezion
Damn straight Jiang Cheng deserves all the good things. I just wish he would realise and not have to be ambushed. The ship is sangchengyi with soft D/s tones. And it really is Jiang Cheng loving hours.
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nhs/ljy(/jc) | 6.7k | E
fireman fic sequel!
enter Huaisang from left
under-negotiated kink
juniors friendship!
Jingyi wakes up to the sound of the shower, starting. He stretches in bed and sticks a leg out from under his blanket, shifting so his morning boner doesn’t chafe against his shorts—Sizhui in the shower means coffee in fifteen minutes, the beginning of a comfortable, early semester Saturday morning. Jingyi ignores his looming thesis check-in deadline and rolls over to fish his phone off the nightstand.
He has a text. From Nie Huaisang.
Jingyi thumbs it open, then promptly drops his phone on his face.