GET THIS STUPID BITCH TO 100 AND ILL DRAW JUN WU PREGNANT.

i love the fact that shang qinghua, who has always considered himself the height of mediocrity, scored the two pickiest people in the world: Mobei Jun, who will simply freeze people into ice cubes and leave them to die if he doesn't vibe with them, and Shen yuan, who was born being a hater, died being a hater, woke up, and continued being a hater.

Shen Qingqiu literally used to have lists of cup ramen brands he refused to eat bc the texture of their noodles was off, and Mobei Jun has killed people for disliking the sound of their feet when they walked.

but they both looked at this hamster once and were like “fucking marriage material lets go”

I'm so sorry for jiang cheng because this poor boy lost everything in his life except his virginity :(

bonus gifs!

Some NHS/sangcheng for the soul <3

Shen Yuan stared up at the man, disbelief clear on his face.

The man before him huffed a laugh, brown eyes becoming crescent shaped with amusement. He was a little taller than Shen Yuan, a little broader, with a sleeve tattoo covering his right arm to his wrist. His dark brown hair was softly curled, more wavy, and a little shaggy, falling to his shoulders. His face reminding Shen Yuan of Binghe. Not a lot, but just enough if he were to tilt his head and squint.

“You’re just a kid.” When the man finally spoke his voice was as smooth as velvet. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” Shen Yuan automatically responded as he gawked.

The man had round wire glasses, a piercing on the left side of his lower lip, both ears were pierced, and he had cheekbones that belonged on a magazine cover. He was a little older than Shen Yuan expected. Somewhere in his late-twenties compared to Shen Yuans late teens.

“Cucumber-Bro, come on, I’m not that different.” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky offered a smile, showing off dimples underneath a days worth of scruff.

“How old are you?” Shen Yuan demanded, still blocking the doorway into the dorm.

“Thirty.”

What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Shen Yuan asked aloud.

Seriously, this was the caffeine addicted crack-writer?!

When Shen Yuan had woken up back in his dorm room instead of in bed with his husband in the bamboo house, he immediately contacted Airplane—it was a gamble, but it paid off. The relief Shen Yuan felt when Airplane responded was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He gave the other man his phone number and address, then waited an excruciating five days until the two could meet. (Because Shen Yuan lived in Beijing, but Airplane apparently lived in Chengdu, and last minute flights weren’t cheap.)

Shen Yuan knew that his friend would look different. Hell, Shen Yuan looked different! A little shorter, a little rounder, way younger. With pitch black eyes, short inky black hair, and an ear piercing. He was pretty rather than handsome, softer than Shen Qingqiu.

And it wasn’t that Shang Qinghua wasn’t handsome—he was! Like everyone else in PIDW. But Airplane?

“Can I come in?” Airplane asked while shoving his hands into his back pockets. He wasn’t dressed fashionably. His beat up backpack was slung carelessly over a shoulder, jeans were ripped due to wear and tear, his faded band shirt was due to too many washes, his sneakers were scuffed. And yet…

Shen Yuan dressed in the latest fashion. He tried his best to look good, he had standards for himself! He looked like a C-Pop star.

Airplane wasn’t even trying to be hot. (WHY WAS HE SO HOT?!)

It shook something inside of Shen Yuan. All of his past theories of Airplane being a troll flew out the window.

“Well?” Airplane looked like he wasn’t above shoving past his friend to get in.

Shen Yuan allowed his friend inside, still shook.

“Shang Qinghua.”

“What?”

“My name, bro.”

“Wait…you used your actual name for the character closest to Mobei!? Fucking Mary-Sue!”

“Ah, there we go, there’s the Peerless Cucumber I know. Although it’s weird to hear such vitriol from a face so cute.”

Shen Yuan felt the blood rush to his face and wished he had a fan in his hands to use as a weapon when Airplane chuckled.

“Come on, let’s try to figure out how to get back home,” Shang Qinghua said as he moseyed to the desk in the room.

Shen Yuan sighed as he closed and locked the door.

BONUS:

SY: I thought you said you were a broke university student who wrote to make sure food was on the table.

SQH: Yeah, dude. I’m working on my dissertation. Writing pays the bills.

SY: YOU’RE GETTING YOUR DOCTORATES?????

SQH: Yeah, in Topology.

SY: YOU’RE GETTING YOUR DOCTORATES IN MATHS?????

pre-transmigration cumplane secretly dating since basically the beginning and nobody else knows

shang qinghua always called him pet names in his replies but everyone just assumed it was like...mocking

"babe you keep complaining yet you keep reading" "awww love you too sweetheart" "don't be so cruel hon"

evb thinks he's teasing until shen yuan slips up and everyone is like. holy shit. are these guys *actually* together ????

peerless_cucumber: you fucking hack you literally used this exact same wife plot 12 chapters ago are you KIDDING ME. you're sleeping on the couch tonight i can't with you.

airplane-shooting-towards-the-sky: awww you remember my plots 🥺 love you sm baby 💚

so instead of the scathing replies shen yuan usually gets it's just. hoards of messages questioning if they've been dating this whole time

@bearfox_1022 FUCK U AND UR BRAINWORMS

mxtx characters who i think would benefit greatly if someone just called them “good boy” more often:

lan wangji. i mean its canon.

quan yizhen. i mean just look at him.

luo binghe wants to be called a good boy but won’t. because he is not.

mu qing gives the vibe that he wants to be called a good girl but is very conflicted by that

hua cheng. hes a golden retriever in a black cat body.

jiang cheng. bro just wants someone to tell him he’s good in general.

jin ling. he def gets jealous of fairy when lan sizhui gives her head pats.

imagine shen qingqiu and shang qinghua getting sad about missing stuff from the modern world and mobei jun being like “i don’t know what a dorito is but i will find it and slay it to bring home for my wives at once”.

three days later

MBJ, with a monster head in his hands: as you requested, i have brought a dorito. SQQ: …. YOU ACTUALLY NAMED ONE OF YOUR FUCKING MONSTERS “DORITO”??? SQH: IDK MAN I DONT REMEMBER THIS SHIT I PROBABLY THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD NOTICE THESE THINGS MBJ: is this not the right beast? i can go and- SQQ and SQH: nope no no more monsters we are good this is indeed a dorito MBJ: i see MBJ: good. MBJ: so how do we cook it to get it to become “cool ranch”. SQQ and SQH: …..

He learned this move in the Burial Mounds :D