I was just reading @midotakaism ‘s little scenarios on He Tian & Mo Guan Shan and thought I’d add my little fantasy thoughts on it since I’ve been dreaming of that shit to happen fo dayz.
Anyways, they are more like drabbles than explaining, so brace yourselves.
He Tian’s bored and decides to call Momo over, and Mo’s like fuck no, and He Tian’s like I’ll give you something special. So he reluctantly goes over because curiosity got to the best of him, and finds He Tian on the bed all smug’n shit. Momo rolls his eyes and crosses his arms expectantly. He Tian gets up and stretches but sits back down, which makes Momo annoyed. He Tian pats the area next to him and grins. Mo’s glare intensifies, but he sets his stuff down and goes to sit on the bed. He Tian tilts his head a bit, noting the the far distance between the two. He smirks. Momo frowns at him for a moment but watches as He Tian slouches and rests his head on his palm, elbow sticking out. Momo can tell he’s planning something.
“You should smile more.” says He Tian. Momo’s glares harder and frowns again. “No thanks.”
He Tian’s smile disappears for a moment, but it’s back up within the second. “Why not?”
Momo clenches his jaw, but loosens it. “I don’t have a reason to.”
He Tian’s eyebrows raise slightly, but his face relaxes. “How about..” He Tian scoots closer to Guan Shan, “…laughing?”
Mo rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “If I wanted to laugh,” Momo glares, “it’d be at you for sure.” He unfolds his arms and outstretches them on the bed, his back hunched, face close to He Tian. He stuck out his tongue.
He Tian let’s out a chuckle, and moves in the same position as Mo. Their faces are a finger length apart, which makes Guan Shan push back. He Tian smiles, and brings his hand to his own chin. He rubs his incoming prickly beard, and this time he smiles big. “I haven’t shaved in a while..”
Momo becomes extremely cautious, aware that He Tian is getting closer. “And if you wanna be childish,” he bushes his hand over his chin again, “then you wouldn’t mind being tickled.”
Momo’s eyes grow wide, as he gets tackled. “HE TIAN- NO. PLE–” he’s interrupted by He Tian’s beard being swooshed around in his neck. “S-stop!” He clenches his mouth shut, “aGH!” Momo tries to push him off, but He Tian grabs his hands and pins them down, digging his chin into Mo’s neck more. “mmMffFF!” Momo is successfully pushed down onto the bed, which gives He Tian more areas to invade. By now, Momo’s more red than his hair, which makes He Tian burst into a laugh. He grins, and tickles him just in the right spot, where Momo cant help but utter out a laugh. He Tian pauses, watching as Momo goes ballistic, his laughs turned to playful tears. The black-haired boy sits atop Mo Guan Shan shocked, observing Mo’s cheerful smiles. Eventually, Momo draws a breath, and looks to He Tian almost curiously.
“…What?”
He Tian covers his mouth, and averts Mo’s gaze. He smiles harshly to himself, a small blush apparent. He turns back to Shan, and stares at him longingly.
Momo’s smile falters as He Tian brings his thumb to wipe the tear from his cheek.
Everyday it’s the same shit. Same boring classes, same boring people, same boring reactions. He did like attention, but somehow there was a part of him that believed it was fake. He had looks, but that didn’t justify whether a person was attracted to his personality. He sighed. There was one person who didn’t stick around for his looks, but was hesitant enough to understand him. He Tian liked that. He liked that missing factor that always classified him as popular. Looks were nothing compared to what’s inside, as cheesy as it sounds. He Tian has also found himself trying to understand that person as well. He tried to get every reaction out of Mo Guan Shan, before trying anything oh-so daring. He wanted to be a master at predicting what would happen next, whether he’d get punches to pinches. Certainly, today he wanted it to be considered ‘the same shit‘, but he didn’t predict Mo Guan Shan to cry.
Once again he’s hurt. Momo mutters to himself, and bashes He Tian for being reckless. Why the hell does he have to care for the guy!? Just a few days ago He Tian was demanding him to go to the store and get band-aids. And for what?! A baby scratch? What the fuck. Sure, he was bleeding all over the floor, but at least it wasn’t as bad as to what he’s gotten. Yeah, yeah, this time a broken arm calls for actual assistance, but why can’t he call for one of his crazy fan-girls to take care of him? Why does it have to be him? Guan Shan glared at the text.
[Make me soup~ i want you to feed me ;) ]
What the hell does soup have to do with healing anything!?! And feed you? Fuck that. I’ll feed you, but I wont be the bitch who’s putting soup in your mouth.
Suddenly the saliva in his mouth became evident. Momo smirked. Maybe I’ll add an secret ingredient…
Momo banged on the door with his leg, but He Tian yelled to open it. He scowled, and used his foot instead of his grocery filled hands; The door pushed open, and He Tian stood mockingly.
“Nice to see you still defective.” Mo snarled, dropping the groceries.
“Good to see you, hot-headed, as ever.“ He Tian remarked.
“Shut up.”
Momo picked up the ingredients he needed, and sidled off into the kitchen. He Tian came close, but kept his distance. His arm dangled idly in the sling, and Momo couldn’t help but laugh under his breath. He Tian caught his shoulders moving, so he stepped closer. Momo became tense, but tried to focus on cutting zucchini.
“I see your shoulders bouncing.”
Momo went stiff, but turned his head to the side and glared. “Not my fault your stupid ass decided it was a good idea to jump down the staircase and land on your arm to break your fall. Not to mention it broke your arm instead.” Momo scoffed and shook his head, “All for your fans.”
“Gotta impress the ladies.”
“I can’t believe you played it off like nothing fucking broke after getting up.”
“A man’s gotta keep tight and be all right, and when its night, he can scream with all his might.”
“That sounded really wrong.”
He Tian grinned.
Later, the soup finished, and Guan Shan didn’t get to add his personal touch to He Tian’s bowl of soup. He Tian had been watching him the entire time he had been cooking. Mo’s glare turned into more of a tired-laze-eyed expression, so he served himself a bowl as well. The bed was the only literal place to sit, so Momo sat on one side, and He Tian laid on the other.
He Tian stared to the bowl and at Momo expectantly, but Momo was too invested in scarfing down his own bowl of soup. So, He Tian kicked Momo’s bowl out of his hands, sending the soup flying. It clanked against the floor, leaving Momo dumbfounded. He turned to He Tian.
“Oops.”
“What the actual fuck.”
“You’re here to feed me.”
“It’s not like you have another capable fucking arm.”
“My wrist is sprain.”
“You sit on a thrown of lies.”
“True and true.”
“Fuck off.” Mo got up.
He Tian grabbed Momo’s wrist, and pulled him back.
“Want to know what a sprained wrist feels like?”
Momo quickly sat back down and flicked He Tian off. “You’re a twat. I really hate you right now.”
He Tian smirked, “Nah, you love me.”
Mo ruffled his own hair and looked down. “I swear, I’m gonna kill you for saying that.” He covered his face with his shirt, but pulled it down shortly after.
“Did you just blush?”
“SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR SOUP.” Momo shoved the spoon in He Tian’s mouth.
He Tian somewhat gagged, and grabbed Guan Shan’s wrist before he could shove another spoons-full. “Please be gentle.” His grip tightened around Momo’s wrist.
This bastard..
He Tian grinned and opened his mouth happily as Momo’s defeated self spoon fed He Tian.
Momo moved in front of He Tian, and crossed his legs. This position was easier, despite the closeness. Momo had to lean forward each time to feed He Tian, because apparently his back was dysfunctional as well.
“You could at least attempt to be helpful.” Momo frowned, leaning in again to feed He Tian. “My back hurts.”
“I thought I was the injured one here.”
“’Course you did.” Momo unconsciously forced the spoon in.
“Hey..” He Tian said warningly.
“Oops.” Momo replied mockingly.
He Tian thwacked Momo’s forehead with his uninjured hand.
“Ow..” He rubbed his head, and sighed. Momo gave his final lean in, and this time He Tian leaned forward not to eat the soup, but to kiss Momo’s forehead.
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