Little Apple 🍎

🎀🍓🍭mdzs, tgcf, svsss, erha, bab, naruto🍭🍓 🎀 practicing my writing here 🤓 non-english speaker, please forgive any mistakes i make (24. she/her)

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This art is almost one year old, so I'm finally letting it out to frolic freely through your dashes :3 This is an illustration from my TGCF fan visual novel Check out the game to find even more art! Fully free, no ads. You only pay with your likes and nice comments UwU

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#ThoughtOfTheDay🌸 where Sasuke wasn't special. He wasn't anything, truly, besides being old and miserable. He had no home, no family, no friends... well, Sakura was trying her best to be friends with him but he was too much of a coward to actually befriend the girl he wanted to murder before. So, yeah, it was only him in this giant forest, leaving everything behind because never on earth would he decide to live in Konoha after what they did to his brother — his family. It was only him and the wind. Only him and—

— Sasuke, look!

Naruto screamed into the air, showing what he had in his hands and... what did he actually had in his hands? ...It looked like a frog, a really ugly one, but Sasuke couldn't see well. Truly, he was a dumbass.

Sasuke closed his eyes for a minute. Sometimes they hurted, sometimes not. But it was inevitable he thought, just like Itachi. Itachi...

— Sasuke?

Naruto came forward to see his best friend (Sasuke probably rolled his eyes for that), laying down near a tree, the gentle sun delicately caressing his smooth rosy cheeks who bloomed so easily thanks to the giant bright star in front of them. Well, Sasuke was always beautiful as long as Naruto could remember. But now... he was majestic. And...

C-c-cute?!

— Naruto? Sasuke's deep voice resonated into the blond's ears, who was blushing furiously (and probably having a b♡ner by now).

Naruto tried to calm down his heart. It was beating so fast, and his stomach felt weird and... honestly, it wasn't truly unusual. There were moments where Naruto felt like that. Normally it was after bath, when Sasuke came into their room with only a towel wrapped around his tiny waist and Naruto was sure only one of his hand could surrender all of his waist and... yeah, it was making him hard in his pants. Also Sasuke's long hair, dripping wet, his skin so shiny it looked like he was a freaking god of the moon or something like that... even his feet were mesmerizing! So yeah, Naruto knew that sometimes (only sometimes) he could get those feelings while watching Sasuke. It was normal. Natural, even. He was his best friend after all. Best friends should feel this way... right?

Sasuke opened his eyes. It was difficult to see at first, like always when he rested his eyes for a while, so when he saw Naruto standing in front of him, red as a tomato, sweat dripping on his forehead... Yeah, Sasuke was fucked too for this dumbass.

— Should we get home?

Naruto's voice was strained, his pupils a bit dilated, but Sasuke didn't comment on that. Couldn't comment on that. It was too obvious how Naruto saw him — he was an open book after all. But laying down on this green grass, looking at him from below... it wasn't new, but it was comforting. And he didn't want to ruin everything his life was made of. So he let it go and stand up, with — of course — Naruto's help. Grabbing his sweaty hand, Sasuke felt his heart warming up, his eyes closing up a bit in a loving way. He was doomed, wasn't he?

— Yeah, he finally said, up and standing side to side with Naruto.

They walked slowly, because sometimes — just sometimes — life can be sweeter while taking it slow. Their hands were still joined, like always. They'll be together, even as friends (or best friends like Naruto loved to say) was sufficient. It was okay. As long as he could hold Naruto's hands, as long as he could see his smile, his lovely blue eyes, feel his perfume, his sweat, his warm breath, as long as he could have him forever next to him... It was sufficient. It has to be. Right?

To be continued...

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#ThoughtOfTheDayWhere Chu Wanning didn't like having a c♡♡♡.

It was a thing — hideous, he thought to himself sometimes — that looked like... a mushroom, if he was being honest. It wasn't necessarily great, it was just here, living life on its own, percking sometimes when he was interested in something or someone... but that was it. Chu Wanning felt like it didn't belong to him, even though he was a man. On rare occasion, he found himself jealous of women's beauty. Their bodies were graceful, beautiful and soft, their bosoms were round and delicate, their intimate areas were... everything Chu Wanning wanted. Sometimes — just sometimes — he let himself go through magazines — indecent, truly, but he needed the material for some purpose — and he looked at their body, not in an erotica way, on the contrary. In his gentle eyes he view them, and sometimes — just sometimes — he cried, too. Life had always been hard on him, since his birth and he thought, presumably until his death. Until then, he had to suffer in this body that he didn't even tolerate. Because life was unfair, life was rude, life was everything Chu Wanning hated.

— Manager Chu ?

... and life was sometimes — just sometimes — funny on the other point of view.

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Mo Ran didn't like school since his first day in kindergarten. He was very sociable, though, and had a ton of friends over the years. But as soon as his uncle asked him "Do you want to continue your studies? Or maybe work, Ran-er?" Mo Ran didn't hesitate a single second. So here he was, in front of his computer, realizing that now he truly was an adult. Being an adult was awful, obviously, but it had certain advantages. Like... looking at manager Chu, in his little office, through the glass of his door. He truly was a beauty, Mo Ran sighed to himself. And also a lot older than him. That only turned him on — Mo Ran wasn't quite sane, but he embraced it, and honestly, who wouldn't fall in love with Chu Wanning? Not that he was in love — he was just admiring him. Nothing much. Because as lovely as Manager Chu was, his personality was on another level. He was grumpy, always in a mood, always side-eyed Mo Ran and looked at everyone like they were stupid. Condescending, one might say. He was not very liked in the office. So Mo Ran jumped onto the occasion and was the delivery man that gave Chu Wanning every report from others.

Mo Ran smiled at himself. Now was the time to be the delivery man, wasn't it? So he approached every single person in the area and they gave him papers, applause and some good luck whispers. Mo Ran wanted to laugh. They seemed a bit dramatic, but it was understandable. It was Manager Chu, after all.

His pile of paper onto his hands, he made his way through the office. The sounds of keyboards and coffee machine were animating the large room and the smell of it was so comforting to him. Even though he hated school, he actually loved his job. Dimples creasing into his cheeks, he knocked on Manager Chu's door. Like usual, he didn't respond. He was actually concentrating onto something — it looked like a book. So as usual, Mo Ran opened the door and walked towards Chu Wanning. He looked at him for a bit, his brows knitted together, before looking at what he was reading. His eyes widened. And his hands dropped the papers onto the floor. Chu Wanning immediately looked at Mo Ran, and before he realized that Mo Ran saw, he closed the book as fast as he could, blushing from head to toe.

— Manager Chu...

...was looking at a ♡♡♡♡ book, in the office hours?!?

To be continued...

[teamunee]

did a bunch of chibi comms to help practice and find a chibi style i liked and ngl i haven’t found it so ig i keep practicing lmao

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#ThoughtOfTheDay where Hinata was unhappy. She was twenty-three now, an almost grown woman — her brain wasn't fully developped, though, she had to wait her 25th birthday for that —, she was healthy, wealthy, she had friends and even — surprising from them but also — a boyfriend. Her boyfriend was handsome, popular amongst their little village, was caring, tall, blond, tanned, intelligent — on certain matters —, he was just perfect. Maybe too perfect. Hinata liked him since they were children, since he even started looking at her, since he ever knew her name properly. But she loved him anyway. And he loved her — did he?

— For the future bride, a toast! Sakura cheerfuly said with a loud voice, smiling deeply.

Everyone was so happy for Hinata. Why? Why were they happy? Hinata wasn't even happy with her own life. Hinata wasn't even...

— Hinata?

Ino delicately posed her hand on Hinata's fragile shoulder. She wanted to cry. She hated this. Hated her life, hated her future husband, hated the constant emptiness in her stomach. She wanted to go, to leave, to run away from everything and everyone. She wanted to die. She wanted to live. She wanted to love. She wanted so much things — things that were never hers, anyway. It was stupid to accept Naruto's speech and flowers and ring. The ring was so shiny, so brilliant, it smelled like new rich money, like adventure and fun and all the things Hinata wasn't. Because Naruto didn't love her. She didn't even love him anymore. She adored the image she saw in him ; the rebellion, the capacity to stand for himself, his beliefs and his faith. But that was all. And now was Hinata, crying, because she was wasting her life over a man. Because she wasn't what he wanted. Because she wasn't what she wanted for herself. So Hinata left. She left and sent a message — a stupid way to break up with someone, her fiancé nonetheless. She left and she cried and laughed and she danced on her way home. She wasn't going to be somebody's wife. All her life she was already somebody's daughter. And oh she was sick of that.

Hinata was unhappy, tired of her life, tired of her false self just to please people.

And this night, Hinata reborned, as herself.

— I don't even like boys! she screamed into the darkness of the night, the sky shining with stars and the moon was watching over her, always.

She wasn't going to be alone.

She was with herself.

And she needed no one besides herself.

The end ♡

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#Thoughtofthedaywhere❄️ Sasuke was alone for Christmas. Alone was a strong word to describe his peculiar situation — being an orphan since his childhood, he didn't have any relative besides his older brother, Itachi, and... that was all, actually. He didn't have any friends, anyone beside his brother. And it was fine, really. Truly fine.

— You're not fine, said Itachi, with a inche of sadness.

Sasuke stared at the wall right in front of him. Since their parents' death, Itachi and him lived on their own in a little appartment in the center of Konoha. Itachi had to work hard from a very early age to earn money for him and Sasuke, to live at least a decent life. And Itachi was beloved by everyone, including his boss who made him his right hand man. And this boss in question needed his right hand man to accompany him for work this Christmas.

— I should be back on the evening of the 25th, though, continued Itachi, packing his suitcase.

Sasuke didn't what to respond at that. He knew Itachi would not be back for Christmas and honestly, he never was. It was alright. Sasuke could manage to stay alone for two days. It was just two days, right? Nothing too hard.

— Take your time, Sasuke responded, his voice shaking a bit.

Sasuke did not like spending his Christmas alone. It wasn't fine. He wasn't fine.

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— But I want to eat ramen!

A pillow in the shape of a sun landed right onto Naruto's face.

— You're not eating ramen, you stupid, Shikamaru said, annoyed. It's freaking Christmas, we're all gonna cook tonight.

Naruto sighed. He really wanted to eat ramen.

— Don't think about it.

Naruto hmmphg-ed under the pillow.

— Think about what?

Shikamaru threw another pillow at him.

— Don't sneak out.

Naruto phdghdm-ed again. But he really–

— I said don't think about it! Shikamaru screamed.

— Yeah I get it, alright! Naruto screamed, too.

Sakura opened the door, glancing at them with furious eyes.

— Stop screaming for god's sake! she, too, screamed.

Naruto opened his eyes, threw the two pillows besides him on the floor, and started to laugh.

— He's going insane, Shikamaru whispered to Sakura.

Veins startes to pop onto Sakura's forehead. It was already eight o'clock, they haven't even started dinner yet, the others were about to come and these two idiots were throwing pillows at each other while screaming? She needed a break.

— I truly hate guys, she said before clacking the door behind her.

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— You can't force me.

Sasuke's voice was strained but determined.

— I'm an adult, I can make my own choices like you do for yourself.

Itachi looked at him, smiling with a bit of judgement glitenning in his eyes. Okay, maybe Sasuke wasn't really determined by forcing his brother to be late for his job, but... But did he really had to go there?!?!?

— You'll see, it will be great, said Itachi before patting his head.

Sasuke groaned. He wasn't a child anymore. He should play the part, thanks Itachi and go on. But that was just a stupid idea. A ridiculous idea. No one has ever had a stupidier idea than this one. What was Itachi thinking?

— And perhaps you'll make friends!

— Like I need friends, Sasuke scoffed.

Itachi patted his head again before ringing the bell.

— It'll be fine.

Sasuke raised his eyes to the sky.

— Yeah. Sure.

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— Why are you pouting?

Sasuke stared at the man in front of him.

— Hello to you too, dumbass.

Naruto raised his eyebrows. What was Sasuke doing here? Sasuke, his arch nemesis, his rival since forever, his–

— Can I enter or what?

Sasuke's voice was annoyed, but not as annoyed as Naruto was feeling inside of him. What. was. Sasuke. doing. here?!??!

— Oh, hey, Shikamaru said, besides Naruto. Itachi called. I didn't know you'd arrive this early, though.

Scanning the room with his eyes, he nodded with satisfaction when he saw everything in order.

— You can come in.

Naruto groaned. He hated Christmas.

To be continued...

[cubur]

Just saw this post and wanted to scribble〜

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#ThoughtOfTheDay where Neji was confused. He was already thirty years old, worked at a dojo, had very close friends and not so close friends, a family and — and there was Lee. Lee was one of his best friend beside Tenten, and he was... blooming, recently? He smiled all the time, a smile that no one could ever forget with teeth and lips sprayed like a heart, he smelled so good too — was he wearing a new perfume ? —, he just seemed different. In Neji's eyes at least.

— What are you talking about?

Tenten asked, after listening to Neji's monologue about how Lee was quite not the same as usual.

— He was always this way.

And that's what confused Neji. Why did he notice all of that just now? He tried to hide the fact that he was certainly... attracted...

— No! Neji screamed.

— No? Lee asked accross the room, eating his noodles with that brilliant smile again.

Oh Lord, Neji was going to die. What was wrong with him!?

And... and why did he feel...

— Neji? whispered Tenten. Are you... are you going into heat?

The (is Neji really an omega?) end ☆

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#ThoughtOfTheDay where Ino didn't like Sakura. She didn't like her at all. She was too strong, too pure, too gentle with everyone especially the guy she was into. Ino was also into that guy — Sasuke. Ino liked Sasuke. Who didn't like him? He was tall, mysterious, had dark hair and his eyes were to die for. He was handsome and pretty, curious and alone — who wouldn't like him? So Ino liked Sasuke. It was that easy.

Of course, Sakura and Ino were sort of enemies, since they both liked Sasuke. But there was something... more profound. Something Ino wouldn't want to admit to anyone, especially herself. Ino liked Sasuke. Ino liked boys. Ino was normal. Wasn't she?

Ino had no problems in her life. She was in her early twenties, had a job at her parents' flowershop, had a group of friend (who, coincidentally, had Sakura in it), and was living her life like there's no tomorrow. She was happy. She was content with the life she built on her own. She had no problem and she certainly couldn't not like boys. Because Ino was normal. So Ino liked Sasuke, like everybody else did. Like every girls did. Like Sakura. Like a normal, great girl.

Ino was normal.

Ino couldn't like Sakura.

Ino... couldn't...

Ino... was normal... was she?

The (uncertain) end ☆

[thekansta]

tianwen | jiuge | huaisha

[seagreenlaurin]

A quick Wanning sketch 🐈

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#ThoughtOfTheDay where Chu Wanning was touch starved. He needed contact so much he slept while hugging his enormous, soft white pillow. Sometimes, when he indulged himself, he sprayed the perfume of... someone he was kind fond of, onto the pillow. Just to make it better, to feel safer. But it was not enough. It was never enough. Soon enough, Chu Wanning craved physical contact. He wanted to hug, be hugged, kiss and be kissed and be—

Chu Wanning cleared his mind. On the approach of his thirty-two birthday, he seemed quite... needy. Hungry for something he never had, not even once in his miserable life. Maybe he should just quit his job, his life, and live in the temple with his step dad. Maybe he should just back away from any tentation. From... Mo Ran.

Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was everything Chu Wanning hated. He was soft, kind, generous, handsome, with two pound of sweetness craved inside his tanned cheeks. Mo Ran was everything to Chu Wanning. Of course Mo Ran didn't know the feelings his manager had for him. It was so shameful. Chu Wanning felt so shameful every time he caught himself staring at Mo Ran, at his large arms, his biceps, when he reached for something and his shirt lifted and... oh, Mo Ran had abs. It wasn't extraordinary, or particularly shocking considering Mo Ran's... everything. But it was a sight. A delicious sight for a starved Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning wanted to give up. To just let all his desires emerge. To just abandon himself to those acts. Shameful acts. Oh, Chu Wanning needed it so bad. It was so bad.

And maybe... maybe that night, Chu Wanning really indulged himself, for once. Right onto his pillow with Mo Ran's — his lover's — sweet perfume. And maybe it was just the beginning of those desires, those acts, those thoughts. And maybe, maybe Mo Ran will join him too—

« Shameful! »

Oh, that was Chu Wanning. Apparently he's still very shy about it. Nevermind then — time will do its own thing.

The (dubious) end ☆

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#ThoughtOfTheDay where Gaara fell in love with Naruto. He was only a child when he first met him, and since the very moment his eyes landed on Naruto, a new emotion showed up inside his trembling heart. He didn't know what it was at the time ; he was so young, he could only remember his heart going crazy when Naruto smiled at him, or when he gave him flowers ; "to match with your beauty!" Naruto said to him. Gaara was surprised ; Naruto was the first one to tell him that he was pretty. He blushed furiously, taking the delicate flowers into his hands. Gaara didn't have any friends at the time, so he thought it was natural for him to feel that way towards his only friend ; Naruto.

It's when they grew up that Gaara finally understood what that emotion was. Love. It wasn't the kind of first love that made him all fluffy and happy about it. It was the kind of love that destroyed him from the inside. He didn't want to feel that towards Naruto. He hated every minute of it. Naruto was his friend. How dare he fall in love with him?

Gaara didn't want to love him, so he decided to leave Naruto behind. At first, Naruto was worried about his reactions ; why are you pushing me away ? Naruto asked him many times. Why ? As it was easy to say that he loved him. He loved him in a way that no one will truly understand. Because no one truly understood Gaara. So he became alone. Again. Naruto finally gave up on him. And Naruto got his first boyfriend ; Sasuke. They were so happy. They looked so happy. They held hands and kissed their cheeks and they seemed so happy.

Gaara didn't have any friends now.

And his love was still buried inside of his damaged heart. He didn't want to live like this. Not when his lover was with someone else. But it was his fault, wasn't it? For pushing him away. It was his fault. And now he suffered. Every day. And for the rest of his days. Because Gaara fell in love with Naruto, and Naruto wasn't someone you could easily forget. Naruto was his soulmate, even though Gaara wasn't his.

So every time he saw Naruto and Sasuke, Gaara leaves, his headphones on his ears, trying to feel something else than this constant void that ate him alive.

At least he was alive.

It was a great thing, wasn't it?

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#ThoughtOfTheDay where Sasuke didn't know if he should laugh or cry. He didn't know what to think, he thought to himself, of this absurd situation. His eyes were fixed on the wall, his pretty wall of beige color that he painted himself, an actually pretty beige that he found on—

"Sasuke? Are you still here?"

Oh, right. He almost forgot why he stared at the wall. Naruto.

"I don't know what to say."

It was his honest reaction. He didn't have a bad joke to make, or the want to tease the fuck out of him for once. Sasuke was just confused. Why, in this entire world, Naruto chose to come to him? Now Sasuke was lost, and also lost for words.

It was nearly midnight. Sasuke's room was only lightened by the brightness of the moon and stars. It was supposed to be a normal friday. Sasuke had a basic day at the university, grabbed some ramen at the store, ate, worked a while and prepared himself for bed. That's where Naruto came. Maybe he had a concussion in the way to Sasuke's dorm. Maybe that's why they were both in this awkward situation. Sasuke just wanted to go back in time to not open his door to his supposed best friend. He should have ignored him. He sensed that something was wrong when he heard the knocks on the door. It was friday night, almost midnight. The perfect time to go to a party, like Naruto always did.

After all, now that he was older, Naruto became popular. And the change was drastically. Sasuke saw it with his own two eyes. Naruto became hot, incredibly hot, with his fluffy blond hair and cat scars on his perfect cheeks. His eyes were as blue as the ocean on a summer day, and his personality — he was a sunshine incarnated into a human form, that's what Sasuke thought. And what half of the school thought too. So now, Sasuke had to share Naruto with everyone else. In his first year, Sasuke became so jealous he stopped talking to Naruto for a whole week. "Why is your girlfriend so mad?" his other friends told Naruto. Naruto didn't know either ; he believed Sasuke would be happy for him. To be able to come out of his confort zone, to be able to have friends beside him. He wanted to make himself proud, but to make Sasuke proud too. After all, he was his best friend.

Best friend, Sasuke tasted the word on his tongue in a light voice, almost hungry for something.

That's not what best friend do, Naruto knew that too. Coming unannounced, to ask something... out of the ordinary. Quite strange. Something no best friend would ask.

They still stood there, in the middle of the room, waiting for the other one to say something, to make a move — to do anything to step out of this situation.

"So, hm... I take that for a no?" Naruto asked, his fragile heart trembling with anxiety and fear. He should've known better. He forced a smile, his lips quivering.

Sasuke didn't hear. Or didn't want to hear. He needed to think. To process things. To manage his heart and his soul and his brain to fonction correctly. He shouldn't say yes ; it would be disturbing returning to reality after. And he wanted no after. He wanted now, and he was already starving. He wanted him, he wanted him now. He wanted Naruto to beg at his feet, to implore him, to cry full tears of desesperation.

It's when Naruto started to walk away that Sasuke came back in the room. He heard Naruto's footsteps on his parquet floor, hesitating as he landed a feet after another. Sasuke smirked at his poor determination.

"I didn't say no." was his response. It was clear, but he didn't want to make the first move. He wanted to see if Naruto was sincere, if he really wanted that.

Naruto gulped, face facing the door where a photo of Sasuke and him was hung. He could do this. He could tell Sasuke that he... No, no, it was too much. Impossible. And he wanted to cry. He wanted this so bad. He needed this so bad.

"So... is that a yes, then?" Naruto's voice was shaking, a little bit too acute. His palms were sweating.

Sasuke's smirk faded. That was not how it was supposed to happen. He needed Naruto at his feet, not facing a stupid door while trembling like a leaf. He rolled his eyes, sighed, and delicately approached Naruto from behind.

"Tell me what you want, loser."

Both of their hearts were beating in harmony. Naruto sensed his eyes starting to wet. Sasuke grabbed him and hugged him, while whispering into his neck, close to his red ears ;

"What do you want, Na-ru-to?"

Naruto let a shiver ran down his spine. He moaned just a little bit, not too loud but Sasuke heard him anyway. He smiled so much his hidden dimples were seen through his thick face.

"So you really do want to kiss me, huh?"

To be continued...☆

[abilai]

Hualian sticker sheet for a collab that will go up on May 30 at 5pm gmt!! The collab bundle will be LE 35 ^^

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#ThoughtOfTheDay where it's the middle of summer and Wei Wuxian, with his starry eyes full of joy, begged Lan Wangji to go on a van trip. Of course, Wei Wuxian came with a plan.

"It'll be so fun, Lan Zhan! Imagine getting new experiences before we go back to work! We need vacations and what is better than a trip between friends?"

Lan Wangji did not know what to respond to that. Of course he wanted to go on a trip with Wei Wuxian. He wanted to be by his side all the time, as long as his friend would allow him. He'll not push boundaries — boundaries he created for himself, hiding his trembling heart and pink ears inside a little box, so little it could barely fit a cherry. The box was inside his mind, well hidden, well protected and — was the trip a boundary he should know ? Wasn't it too risky ? But once again, Wei Wuxian stared at him with his pretty face and pretty eyes and pretty soul. So as any person would do, he said with barely controlled lust ;

"Yes."

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The trip didn't go as planned. It was raining too much, too loud, too everything. The car was broken-down, they could barely start her —

"She's a girl, Lan Zhan! She's too pretty to be a man!"

"That's a car you're talking about."

"I should name her something cute... Something like... oh, Suibian! Suibian, yes, that fits you, you gorgeous girl!"

Lan Wangji was starting to be jealous of a car. So he decided to ran in the rain to avoid this ridiculous situation, leaving Suibian and his Wei Ying on their own. Wei Wuxian came after him, of course, screaming his name while laughing at the same time — until they finally crossed roads with an hotel. Lan Wangji booked a room when the rain started to be a much too imposing — and checked in, soaked from head to toe.

"I dream of a warm bath." Wei Wuxian said once they were in their room.

Lan Wangji would agree but... something was wrong in this room, wasn't it ? Wei Wuxian came to a stop too. Isn't it supposed to have... two beds? Why is there only one???? The silence felt loud in this space, so Wei Wuxian locked himself in the bathroom, leaving a Lan Wangji really confused and... no, he shouldn't think about that. Never. Wei Ying was his friend. And he was so glad every single day to be able to say that, to think that. He was so grateful to have him in his life, as a friend. So Lan Wangji opened the little cherry box inside his head for the second time today. He will be fine. He has to be.

To be continued...☆