mo guan shan: i hate seeing you like this.
he tian: like what?
mo guan shan: in person.
zhan zheng xi: we should appreciate the little things in life.
he tian: *hugs mo guan shan* my little mo
mo guan shan: FUCK OFF!
jian yi, admiring zheng xi from a distance: he could end my life anytime and i'd thank him.
he tian and mo guan shan: we'd thank him too.
*while he tian's teaching mo self-defence*
mo guan shan: i win.
he tian: i have you pinned to the ground.
mo guan shan: exactly.
mo guan shan: so, what's for dinner?
he tian, staring at the food he just burnt: regret.
*he tian and mo guan shan are talking to each other*
jian yi: i hate to admit this out-loud, but they're really cute together.
zhan zheng xi: yes, they are.
jian yi: i'd put them in a boat.
zhan zheng xi: …you mean you ship them?
jian yi: yeah…
he tian: i'd kill for you.
mo guan shan: ok cool.
he tian: ask me to kill for you.
mo guan shan: erm...
*texting*
zhan zheng xi: you're cute.
jian yi: aww tysm
zhan zheng xi: i don't have autism.
jian yi: lol guess what
mo guan shan: bitch with the way you live i have no fucking idea
mo guan shan: you're a moron.
he tian: then you're a moronsexual, cause you love me.
mo guan shan: and who are you then?
he tian: i'm a mosexual.
he tian: top or bottom?
mo guan shan: what the fuck?
he tian: i was talking about a bunk bed. and what did you think about, huh?
mo guan shan: WHAT THE FUCK?? WE DON'T HAVE A FUCKING BUNK BED, YOU IDIOT!
mo guan shan: go get some sleep, you're as pale as a vampire.
he tian: well, if i'm a vampire, i need to suck you off to fortify-
i can't stop thinking about the first time he tian wakes up in mo's arms. for the first time, someone will take care of him after a nightmare, comfort and hug him. for the first time, he tian'll feel truly not alone, needed.
oldxian, please show us this moment.
two yawning kittens has been spotted
hey guys, can you recommend me some fics with bottom!he tian and top!mo guan shan? or fics where mo comforts he tian🖤🧡
mo guan shan: *crying*
he tian: what happaned!? did somebody hurt you? tell me, i swear i'm gonna kill them-
mo guan shan: i'm just cutting onions.
he tian, at night: listen here, you stupid onion-
he tian: i need to lose some weight. you've spoiled me, redhead.
mo guan shan: fuck no *cooks 10 times more*
40-year-old he tian has a little tummy. he's still fit and in good shape, it's just that mo's cooking is too delicious to resist. and mo guan shan absolutely loves it, because tian's finally eating (and sleeping) normally.
40-year-old he tian has a little tummy. he's still fit and in good shape, it's just that mo's cooking is too delicious to resist. and mo guan shan absolutely loves it, because tian's finally eating (and sleeping) normally.
mo guan shan: i've no idea how it happened, but he tian and i know each other so well that we finish-
he tian: each other's sentences.
mo guan shan: don't interrupt me.
we all know that little mo has a praise kink, right?? he tian knows for sure, because apparently he also has a kink on mo's praise kink.
he tian: how cute!
mo guan shan, petting a dog: yeah, who's a good boy?
he tian:
he tian: um, yeah. of course. the dog, mhm.
he tian: what are you thinking about?
mo guan shan: nothing special, just dreaming...
mo's dreams:
he tian: excuse me everyone, SEX! now that i have your attention...
mo guan shan: you don't have our attention.
he tian: MONEY!
mo guan shan: i'm listening.
jian yi: you had me at sex.
he tian: pervert.
zhan zheng xi: you have our attention just by screaming anything.
he tian: good to know. AAAAAAAAAAA
he tian: i want to wake up with you every morning.
mo guan shan: i get up at 6:00.
he tian: *covers his face*
mo guan shan: …forget what i said.
he tian is, like, on a completely different level. this man kissed his beloved one on the cheek, and boom, they're already married.
*he tian and mo guan shan snuglled up in bed*
he tian: *beams*
mo: what are you smiling at?
he tian: imagine, i wake up, and my husband turns out to be a man from my dreams!
mo guan shan, chuckling: you're disgusting. *kisses he tian*