#;;SHI!!!!!! MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!

[mamamalade]

Those little illustrations of HuaLian will forever live rent free in my head 😞

[artsy-alice]

💚💛💜 jiang cheng was gone for half a day

(some nice ol' homemade au sangcheng ft. jin ling)

[wangxianbaybee]

"Your flowers."

"You're welcome, I gave them to you."

[lotuslate]

oh, your love is sunlight!

[tringstarruuu]

affections 💞

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Ever wonder how Fiddleford got so much shorter than Ford?

Based on This vvv

[yueyie]

Jiang cheng

[difeisheng]

WHAT is the production quality on call me by fire. WHAT IS THIS TALENT. what do you mean they just casually have a fuckin mafia turf war brawl in the middle of this performance with genuinely good choreography and then the singers have the breath to finish the song after fighting

[notarakhae]

[loomka]

had a silly smile plastered on my face for two whole hours

lan zhan being cheeky and playing around - regaining back his childhood and allowing himself the freedom to be someone else than the almighty hanguang jun is beautiful to me :')

[boarloved-art]

happy wangxian-are-married-and-have-a-son wednesday!

[mamamalade]

I can never get enough of those illustrations 😞

[artsy-alice]

🎸 homemade au cuteness, commission for @trixietricoter 🎶

a-sang is finding this music stuff challenging, but he has a patient (and surprisingly enthusiastic) teacher. and bear! 🐻💚💜

[schnickledooger]

Me: reading MDZS danmei book 2 featuring DRUNK Lan Zhan playing tag with Wei Ying and deliberately letting his honey catch him and frikkin LOOPING his BOUND arms (tied ith his headband mind you) over his head

LZ: "You caught me" (staring deep into WY's eyes)

Me: SHRIEKS AND PUNCHES HOLE IN MY WALL

THESE TWO WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

[lotuslate]

happy pride!! wangxian are in love!! 🏳️‍🌈

[popponn]

it rains here. (nanami kento x reader)

summary: there was no snow to fall here and nanami kento still felt like he was in a dream.

notes: i wanted to cuddle nanami kento that's the only one constant in this fix it fic. also there is no snow in tropical countries. i used to want snowy dec, but i think nanami will take comfort in it and perhaps it's okay now. this is a fluff, but there is an undertone of effect of trauma on nanami as this is jjk. nothing explicit, but just a heads up. written with f!reader in mind, could be read as gn.

as the rain fall in december, it dawned upon nanami kento that he was in a very different new place already.

"kento, do you hear me?" a hand, followed closely by your voice, gently pulled him back to where he was. slowly turning his head, finding you leaning on his hand whilst wrapping both of yours around it, once again, it became hard for him to realize that it was not a dream.

it was near the kuantan beach, it was his books stacked neatly beside him, it was him sitting on a foreign hotel sofa facing the cityscape, and it was you who felt as familiar as a long-forgotten home.

"kento?"

the winter was supposed to be approaching, but there was no snow.

but there would be no snow here, would it? in the same way that there would be no curses dragging him out into a battlefield, away from your hands.

"kento, you are worrying me now," you started to frown—kento noted how seeing it in such a setting here felt pleasant, "are you lacking sleep? ah, you read too much last night didn't you!"

"i did not. please do not push such accusation to me," kento replied to you blandly and curtly. contrary to his tone, however, he shifted and heaved out a short sigh the moment he managed to get you closer to his side. a hand on your hip as he rested his head on the cushion, leaning back right next to yours.

it felt like a dream. it really felt like one.

this was too nice.

it almost felt like he was running out of time—

right beside him, you too leaned towards him even further. "then why are you spacing out so much?" you asked, before adding reprimandingly, "just so you know if it really is because you lost track of time reading, we are setting alarm."

"that is too much," he said, closing his eyes.

"is it now, mr. 'treat holiday like an overwork'?"

"i do not treat it like that. i hate overwork."

"then you should be able to relax and take time here. we still have many days left, no need to rush through those books," you huffed. kento couldn't see it, but he could imagine how you puffed out your chest.

"it seems that you have become a little bit more strict since we arrived here," kento noted, sleepiness seeping into his voice.

"of course. i have to keep you healthy in case you overdo it on this vacation!" a hand reached out to his shoulder, messaging it lightly before it crawled up to rest on the back of his neck.

it felt real.

it felt so real—the feeling of your skin, the weight, and warmth of it—and yet he—

kento sighed, not knowing what else to say. "i see."

then, feeling the heaviness weighted down even further behind his eyes, kento gently called your name.

humming, you replied to him. "what is it?"

"i will be sleeping for a bit. please do wake me up in a few minutes."

"eh? in this position? you will get a sore neck, you know?"

kento knew you were right. however, being like this—exactly like this, with you, with everything, with the sound of rain from outside of the window—it was hard for him to resist. after all, once a man got a taste of their dream, it would be hard for them not to soak in it.

"it wouldn't be a problem. i have had worse."

"...so this is your vacation mode, huh?" you teasingly mused. "but, okay, go to sleep. i will wake you up later."

nanami kento still thought this was a dream. it was too nice for it not to be.

but with your fingers tangling with his hair, with the slight gentle tug and company you offered him, with the smell of the book and unfamiliar room, and everything as it was—

"good night, kento. let's take a walk on the beach later, okay?"

there was no snow to fall here and nanami kento still felt like he was in a dream.

but he was happy, and it was enough.