19 Days - Blog Posts
A have some fanfiction ideas of my other ship can be turn into a tianshan shorts, I'm gonna try to start by little. I will send you guys the link when it's done.
Mo guan shan calling he tian pretty boy as an insult and he tian blushing like crazy at the nickname, mo noticing that and starts calling him pretty boy in all of their fights.
It's becoming a everyday thing after that, but a night in he tians apartment in a rainy night(he tian didn't let him go to he's home after the 19days gang hang out in a nearby place) when there the only two of them mo calls him pretty boy again, this time they weren't fighting, just mo cooking while he tian telling him a story and flirting, he tian freezes at the spot looking at mo.
Mo doesn't looks at him but he tian can see he's ears turning red, outside of window rain continues. They both fall into a comfortable silence as he tian trying to progress what just happened.
When he finally realizes, he slowly goes and huges mo guan shan from back, guan shan flinces at the sudden touch at first but then relaxes into to touch.
I just want an au where mo guan shan and brother qui are sibling.
he tian: you can become a millionaire in no time.
mo guan shan: yeah? and how?
he tian: marry me.
he tian: just be yourself! say something nice
mo guan shan: which one? i cant do both.
tianshan are literally:
he tian: can i pat it?
mo guan shan, holding a cat: yes.
he tian, patting mo: oww, so cute.
mo guan shan: you're right.
he tian: that's... that's an unusual phrase for you. did you just learn it?
mo guan shan, teaching he tian basic things: just pound the nail into the wall.
he tian: i'll pound you against the wall. shush.
he tian: no emotions, life is shitty.
mo guan shan: yo, chicken dick.
he tian: many emotions, life is amazing.
mo guan shan: you're annoying.
he tian: then stop holding my hand.
mo guan shan: shut up.
he tian: if my crush disagrees with me, i will immediately change my views. i have no principles.
mo guan shan: well, maybe you should have principles.
he tian: you're absolutely right. maybe i should.
mo guan shan: i don't have a petname for he tian, that's stupid.
jian yi: oh really? what do bees make?
mo: honey.
jian yi:
mo: did you really think that'd work?
jian yi: yeah.
mo guan shan: dumbass.
he tian, popping out of nowhere: yeah, baby?
zhan zheng xi: it’s a shame how fast our childhood has passed
jian yi: yeah, i mean, when was the last time any of us was just unconditionally happy and, i don’t know, blew bubbles?
he tian: i don’t think i ever did that but i did blow little mo like forty minutes ago in the bathroom. made us both really happy.
mo guan shan, blushing: s-shut up!
he cheng: that redhead boy, his eyes are green, right?
he tian: no, they're amber, just like honey or resin glistening in the rays of sun.
he cheng: and when was the last time he smiled?
he tian: well, this morning guanshan was eating a sandwich and smiled very-very slightly, out of the corner of his lips.
he cheng: right... and when is my birthday?
he tian:
he cheng: when is my birthday, he tian? when, huh? WHEN?
he tian: oh, that looks heavy, can i give you a hand?
mo guan shan: you're pointing at my ass.
he tian: ... your point being?
mo guan shan: i have a headache.
he tian: i have a backache.
mo guan shan: i'll rub your back.
he tian: i'll give you head.
mo guan shan: what?
he tian: what?