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twicethesin · 7 years ago

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Mo Guan Shan wiped his face clean with a paper towel.

Fucking He Tian.

That bastard made him soaked in tomato sauce from head to toe then he even dared to faint and left him alone with the cleaning. Mo Guan Shan had seriously considered to leave him there on the cold kitchen floor and go home without saying anything. That dark haired devil would have deserved it.

He is such a piece of shit.

Guan Shan angrily threw the dirty papers to the bin and walked back to the still unconscious boy. He Tian’s face was kind of peaceful and innocent while lying there motionless and Guan Shan just wanted to punch him again. He didn’t want to think about the slight remorse that filled his chest. Maybe – just maybe – he didn’t want to hurt He Tian that extent but that fucking bastard just provoked him. And is he really that sick that he can’t even bear a blow in the face? What the hell happened to his strength?

Guan Shan looked at him with unreadable eyes for a while then suddenly nudged He Tian’s arm.

“Wake up, you chicken dick.” He Tian didn’t respond at first so he slapped the other boy’s arm again. “Don’t fucking play with me, I know you are awake.”

It was just a vague guess but whether it was true or not He Tian’s face frowned at his words and he slowly opened his eyes. Mo Guan Shan had to admit to himself that the idiot truly looked sick. His face was not that menacing like any other time. But he still looked like a fucking jerk.

“Hey, Little Mo.” The idiot smiled at him with his stupid shit eating grin like nothing happened. His eyes darted slowly to his own chest and surprise appeared in his grey gaze. “Wow, did you cover me to not catch a cold? How considerate and sweet of you~.”

Mo Guan Shan’s face immediately heated up with embarrassment. Fuck.

“Shut the fuck up.” He said awkwardly and quickly moved away from He Tian’s side. “I had enough of your bullshit for today. I cleaned up your fucking mess, I am leaving now.”

A stupid pout appeared on He Tian’s face and it made him even more childish. He looked like a little boy at that moment, lying on the floor so vulnerable.

“And leave me in this state?” He started in an offended voice which Guan Shan considered so fake and irritating. “I can’t even stand up, you made me so weak with that punch, Momo… Now you have to take care of me properly.” He Tian’s pout turned into a demanding and self-aware smile. “Put me in bed and make me a delicious dinner~.”

Mo Guan Shan seriously wanted to hit him again.

“Fuck you. Like hell I will do.” He stated with irritation. “Where did your fucking dad go? Ask him to help you, I am not your fucking nurse or cook!”

Seriously, what the hell is He Tian thinking? He fucking ruined his whole day, tricked him to come here for nothing, wrecked his clothes and now is he demanding to cook for him and playing nurse? Where were his fucking parents? It would have been their job to take care of him when he is fucking sick. Such rich people and still fucking useless.

He Tian’s eyes went wide with confusion at his question. Even his stupid grin froze on his face.

“My dad?” He asked in a strange, dark tone which made Mo Guan Shan shiver. Fuck, I asked something wrong? But in a few moments He Tian’s face became soft again. Looked like he understood something, and the idiotic smile came back to his lips. “Oh, you misunderstood that as well. That was my brother, not my father.”

He Tian chuckled and Mo Guan Shan felt even more embarrassed than before. Why he didn’t think about that? Fuck, it didn’t really matter anyway, he was still right about the boy’s family.

“Whatever.” He tried to look unconcerned but he couldn’t let go of his anger. “Why the hell did he leave his sick brother alone? Your family seriously suck.”

Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t say that. Mo Guan Shan winced as he remembered the last time he insulted He Tian’s family. They were in school and He Tian kicked him in the stomach and he totally deserved it. Now he waited for the other boy to stand up and give him a huge kick again or punch him in the face.

To his biggest surprise He Tian remained on the floor silent. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just smiling at him but under that smile there was something strange which made Mo Guan Shan’s chest tighten. But that strange thing was only there for a moment because in the next second he became that carefree person again that Mo Guan Shan knew.

“Aww, are you worrying about me that much?” He Tian asked with the biggest smile on his face. “So sweet.”

What?! Mo Guan Shan forgot about He Tian’s family immediately. What the hell is he talking about again? Fuck. Now he really just wanted to go home.

“What the fuck gives you this stupid idea?” he asked nervously as he avoided the other boy’s gaze. He Tian’s grin became even wider and even though he was still lying on the floor, it felt like that he was standing above Mo Guan Shan and looking down on him. Like the predator he was.

“Well, you even told me today that you like me.” He Tian stated matter-of-factly and his eyes was gleaming in the shadowy kitchen. He looked so content and self-conscious.

Mo Guan Shan’s heart almost fell out of his chest in that moment.

“What the heck are you talking about? I-I didn’t say such a chicken dick thing!” His voice was fucking trembling and he hated himself for that. And that fucking bastard was still smiling at him knowingly.

“’He Tian! Actually I don’t hate you that much.’ I made a print screen of your message. I think I am going to put it in a frame and hang it on my wall. It would look perfect above my bed, wouldn’t it?”

Guan Shan felt that the blood rushing to his face. He probably looked like a ripe tomato in that moment. What an irony!

“Fuck you, that… that doesn’t mean that I like you. You can go to hell!” He shouted and this time he completely turned away from the boy and started moving towards the front door.

Fuck. That fucking picture about that idiot’s fucking tomato sauce-y hand. He really, truly hates him. Always playing stupid pranks on him, he had enough of him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Mo Guan Shan almost reached the door when suddenly he felt a strong grip on his arm. Shit.

“Hey, wait…” He Tian stood in front of him, his smile disappeared from his face and seriousness appeared in his grey eyes. He looked kind of pale in the dim evening light.

“Just stay for a bit…” He asked slowly and his voice were calm but pleading. Quiet.

Mo Guan Shan swallowed.

“Why the fuck should I stay?” He looked into He Tian’s desperate eyes and he really didn’t understand the boy in front of him. “You are totally fine on your own.”

He Tian’s hand was still on Guan Shan’s arm and his grip was so strong that it almost hurt. But Mo Guan Shan didn’t say a word and he didn’t flinch. He just watched He Tian – the real He Tian – finally without any fakeness. He was tired and hurt… and so fucking lonely. A little boy who was sick and needed somebody to take care of him.

“Maybe I am not that fine on my own.” He Tian started slowly, put an emphasis on every word. “And maybe I also don’t hate you that much.”

He Tian lowered his gaze, and his hands went down from Mo Guan Shan’s elbow to his hands. The dark haired boy silently entwined their fingers and slowly stroked the soft skin under his thumb. He didn’t look up.

Mo Guan Shan’s heart was crazily beating in his chest. He wanted to pull away his hand, he really wanted to. He wanted to push off the bastard. He wanted to run away, as far from this evil boy as possible. This was fucking dangerous. A trap. He knew it.

But for a strange reason he didn’t do anything. He didn’t pull away. Maybe he didn’t really want to. Maybe it was true after all that he doesn’t really hate him that much.

Maybe.

“Fuck.”

He stayed with the idiot.

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twicethesin · 7 years ago

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Gilbert Bougainvillea from Violet Evergarden

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twicethesin · 7 years ago

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Parka Zine is out!! You can see it here ! https://twitter.com/hunnymatsu/status/980611974693314563?s=21 Here’s my submission >< I got a little lost at first at what to do for the zine, hope this isn’t too out of place//Check out everyone’s submissions too!!

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twicethesin · 7 years ago

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GanGanOnline April Fools Gacha Cards - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki Kun

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twicethesin · 7 years ago

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reblog this if you support AroAce people like myself.

I feel like nobody supports/understands it and i want to prove to my irl friends that they are wrong

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// This is a continuation of this one-shot.

Mo Guan Shan didn’t really know why the hell he was still in He Tian’s apartment. Or why the hell he was cooking him a fucking dinner – again – while that evil bastard was lying on the sofa wrapped up in a ridiculously big blanket and doing nothing. More precisely pushing his phone and giving him an irritating grin time to time. Or a more irritating comment. Guan Shan hated when he cannot fully concentrate on his cooking procedure – and well, that shitty He Tian was the biggest and most annoying distraction ever. Even when he was sick and weak he just couldn’t shut up and leave him alone.

“Hey, Momo.” He started in a playful tone which was already fucking suspicious. He Tian being in a good mood never promised anything good. “I sent some new pictures to your mobile, check it out later.”

He even winked at the end of his sentence and Mo Guan Shan’s blood pressure went really high in two seconds. So much for peace and quiet.

“Fuck you! If you dared to send me more perverted pictures I am going to knock you out again!” He shouted angrily because he was one hundred percent sure that He Tian made this kind of disgusting prank again. It was so like him, that bastard!

He Tian didn’t even flinch at his yelling just lazily dug into his hair.

“It’s funny because it wasn’t me who sent the last perverted pic, right?” He stated with a wide grin while he tilted his head a little bit. “You know it was kind of a shock getting something like that from you. It was so…unexpected.”

He smiled victoriously and Mo Guan Shan’s face became so hot that he felt like he was going to explode in that moment. “You fucking asshole, I a-already told you that was an accident!”

Fuck. His voice was trembling again and the kitchen spoon was shaking in his hand. Why the hell they have to talk about this again? He already told this stupid jerk that he took that photo accidently while he was in the bathroom. Why he can’t leave the topic already?

Mo Guan Shan was seriously considering to go home, who cares whether this asshole was sick or not. He was already pushing his limits and Guan Shan just wanted to have a peaceful evening. Maybe watching some television show or reading some paper. Why does he always have to deal with He Tian’s bullshit?

The dark haired boy seemed to enjoy his torture too much, his evil face was so joyful that Mo Guan Shan seriously wanted to hit him again.

“Hey, calm down. You don’t have to overreact everything.” The devil stated in a calming tone then looked at him innocently. “Now I really sent you normal pictures. I promise. You can check them now if you have the courage.”

He Tian looked at him reassuringly – which means that he had a mischievous, wicked smile on his lips – then he pulled up the blanket to his chest and tried to cover himself even more with the material. It seemed like that he is cold even though the temperature was pretty high in the room. Mo Guan Shan just watched him with a frown then turned his face away.

“I don’t want to check your stupid pictures.” He murmured while stirred the soup in front of him. “I want to finish my cooking so shut the fuck up already… And take your fucking medicine.”

Guan Shan avoided the other boy’s gaze. Hell, it’s not like that he was worried about the idiot’s well-being. Not at all. He just didn’t want to spend his next days here playing fucking nurse because of He Tian’s irresponsibility. In the long run it will be better for both of them if he is healthy again as soon as possible.

On He Tian’s face a stupid childish expression appeared again.

“Naah, no way I’ll stand up now, it’s too cozy here. You have to bring here the medicine and put it in my mouth.”

He ordered him with a smile and Mo Guan Shan felt his annoyance coming back pretty quickly. What the hell this spoiled asshole thinks of himself? He is not his servant.

“Fuck no.” He started with irritation. “If I put it in your mouth then it’s going to be your last breath, bastard.”

He Tian hummed at that and nodded with a serious face.

“Yeah, probably, since it’s really that big.”

“…”

Mo Guan Shan blinked for a few times. He Tian gave him one of his best self-assured smile and he looked so smug in that moment like never before. Guan Shan didn’t really understand what the hell they were talking about anymore.

Then recognition slowly kicked in and… Fuck. FUCK!!!

The blood was not only rushing to his face but even to his ears and neck as well. His whole body was on fire and he wanted to die from embarrassment.

“FUCKING CHICKEN DICK HE TIAN!” He shouted while he tossed the kitchen spoon towards the stupidly smiling boy. “I AM GONNA KILL YOU THIS TIME.”

In the next moment he was on top of He Tian – again – and tried to punch him in the face. And choke him with a pillow. And kick him in the stomach. But this time He Tian didn’t let him win. He was just laughing loudly and avoided his every hit with his fucking blanket. He looked so cheerful while Mo Guan Shan tried to kill him like this was the best thing that could happen in his whole day.

“It’s not fucking funny, you bastard.” Guan Shan tossed a pillow at He Tian’s face as hardly as he could while he was sitting on the other boy’s lap. “Don’t you dare speaking about that fucking picture again or I’ll kill you!”

“So I can’t speak about it but I can watch it~?” He Tian was grinning widely even though he got a pillow in his face again and it must have been pretty hurtful because Mo Guan Shan used his every strength. But the readhead didn’t care about it anymore.

“FUCK YOU!!” He grabbed the cushion again, ready for another hit. “Why are you always such a fucking pervert?! I have enough of your bullshit!”

This time He Tian caught the pillow before Guan Shan could hit his face and he switched their position with an easy move: he pressed the pillow to the readhead’s chest and with all his force he pushed the boy down to the sofa’s soft grey textile. Mo Guan Shan cursed loudly while He Tian cornered him like a wild animal. Shit. He didn’t like their new position at all. The fucking idiot was too close to him, dangerously close.

“Will you like me more if I am not a pervert?” He Tian asked him with a soft voice and a strange smile danced on his lips. Guan Shan didn’t really know why the hell he was asking such stupid questions but he felt even more embarrassed if that was possible. Why the hell he should like this fucking idiot?

“FUCK OFF.” He yelled while he tried to push away He Tian’s body. “I don’t fucking like you in any way, I already told you! Get off me already!”

“You are still taking care of me and cooking for me.”

It was a statement and He Tian looked at him in a strange way again which made Guan Shan’s heart beating with panic. He Tian was acting pretty weird since he came over to his apartment – well, weirder than usual – and Guan Shan didn’t really like what he saw in the other boy’s eyes. Maybe the illness went to his stupid brain and that was the reason why he was acting like that? Or Mo Guan Shan was the one who was more sensitive than usual? He didn’t really know the answer but being so close to He Tian felt so strange now. It was the same as any other times but somehow it was different. It was overwhelming and suffocating and… fucking scary? He Tian didn’t let him go, just watched him so closely, his grey eyes were full of strange and incomprehensible emotions, emotions that scared the shit out of Mo Guan Shan…

And in a moment later he slowly leaned forward and without any warning he put his head on Guan Shan’s right shoulder. He just put his fucking head on Guan Shan’s right shoulder!!

What the fuck?!!

Mo Guan Shan felt that the panic rising up in him but He Tian lifted his index finger to his mouth and shushed him before he could even make a sound.

“Just for a minute, okay? Not more, just for a minute.”

“He Tian…”

Mo Guan Shan couldn’t say anything else, the words died away on his lips as He Tian pressed his cheek to his shoulder blade and slowly closed his grey eyes. His forehead was touching his skin and it was so hot, so feverishly hot that Guan Shan couldn’t decide anymore whether it was He Tian’s sickness or he felt his own heat.

Fuck. What the fuck is happening?!

The other boy made himself even more comfortable and pulled up the blanket without a word. His whole body was pressing completely to Mo Guan Shan’s side – between them was only the pillow half way up – and he put one of his hands on top of Mo Guan Shan’s chest. He didn’t grasp his sweatshirt, he was not demanding or harsh – his fucking hand was just lying peacefully and naturally there, on Mo Guan Shan’s chest. Like it was the most normal thing ever.

Fuck. So He Tian was snuggling to him – again – and Mo Guan Shan fucking let him doing it. AGAIN. This was the second time that He Tian was lying on top of him with some bullshit excuse – well, now he didn’t even make an excuse like last time on the basketball court – and Mo Guan Shan didn’t understand what the fuck is happening. And why.

He could only feel his crazily beating heart in his chest – under He Tian’s fucking hand – and the whole thing was totally abnormal, stupid and pointless. And idiotic, strange and so scary. Still, Mo Guan Shan didn’t push the idiot away. Not now, not in the past.

One minute, right? Just fucking one minute.

But one minute turned into two, two minutes turned into three and the red haired boy couldn’t even count anymore how many minutes passed while they were on the fucking sofa. He Tian’s hot breath started to even out after a time and Mo Guan Shan realized that the bastard managed to fall asleep on top of him – of course, he couldn’t just let him go easily and end his torture.

Mo Guan Shan wanted to wake him up first - maybe with a kick in his stomach or a hit on the nape -, but when he saw the boy’s peaceful, calm face, he just couldn’t make himself do it.

Shit…

In the end he carefully crawled out from the boy’s squeeze and he quickly put the pillow under He Tian’s head. The dark haired boy instinctively hugged the material to himself and turned into the sofa’s inner side. Then continued to sleep like nothing really happened with a content and happy face.

“You are such a fucking chicken dick.”

Mo Guan Shan murmured while watching him for a few seconds.

It was such a rare moment to be in the same room with the guy without any fights. It was kind of strange, but not so bad. Peaceful. Maybe he could used to it.

Guan Shan’s gaze was wandering on the boy’s face, watching his lips for a bit. Then he realized what he was doing and he immediately turned away from the boy.

Fuck, this was fucking weird. Forget about it.

On halfway back to the kitchen he took out his mobile from his trousers. He knew that it was the right time to write a message to his mother. He left the poor woman in their home without a normal explanation and he didn’t want to worry her anymore. She was worrying enough while he was in school every day, she didn’t need this bullshit as well.

He moved his thumb on the device’s display and he noticed that he has four new messages. Of course all of them from He Tian… He almost forgot that the idiot sent him something before they started their strange fight on the sofa. He told me that he sent me some fucking photos, right? “Normal” photos.

He wasn’t really that interested in He Tian’s newest bullshit, especially now that he could get rid of the guy for a while. He should just ignore his stupid messages and write instantly to his mother. He really shouldn’t watch it because he is going to be just fucking angry, right?

Fuck. His fucking curiosity was always stronger than him and now it wasn’t different.

With a distrustful look at the sleeping He Tian he tapped at the chat application and opened the dark haired boy’s chat profile.

There was a simple, short question first: “Which one do you like the best?”

Under the question there were three pictures. Three fucking pictures which were exactly the same except their frames. One of the pictures has a frame with little mountains on it, one of them has basketballs all around it and the third one has… sandwiches? And at the middle of all fucking pictures there was the exact same, plain text:

“He Tian! Actually I don’t hate you that much.”

Mo Guan Shan shut off the chat application.

Shit.

He didn’t really understand how the fuck this became his life.

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When Dean first kisses Cas, it’s during a hunt that went wrong. Sam was knocked out cold, Dean was thrown through a goddamn window, and Cas, Cas throat was slit and his grace was almost stolen.

If it wasn’t for Dean, Cas would be a human right now. But Dean killed the rogue angel and saved Cas.

He gripped Cas so tight by the shoulders and watched Cas heal the nasty gash across his throat. After he was fully healed, Cas looked him in the eyes. “Thank you, Dean.”

Dean nods and swallows, hard. Just thirty seconds ago, he almost witnessed his best friend lose everything that he’s only known. He couldn’t, wouldn’t let that happen.

Cas goes to pull away so he can check on Sam, but Dean’s grip on Cas tightens. Cas tilts his head and narrows his gaze. “Dean, are you alright?” His deep voice booms.

Dean nods his head, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. He opens his eyes, meeting Cas’s ocean blue ones. He tightens his grip on Cas even tighter, knuckles turning white and pulls Cas to him.

Cas moves willingly, confused look on his face as to why Dean is doing what he’s doing. And as soon as Dean presses his lips to Cas’s, he hesitates for a few seconds until realizes what’s happening and kisses Dean back.

It’s a quick, and sloppy kiss, Dean pulls back so fast, pushing Cas away. He brings his hand up to the back of his neck and clears his throat. “You, you should check on Sam,” he mutters.

Cas hesitates for a few seconds, wanting to reach out, wanting to talk to Dean about what just happened, but instead he nods and walks past Dean, hands brushing ever so lightly.

Weeks go on and they still haven’t discussed the kiss. Cas won’t bring it up, knowing Dean will just brush it off, so he waits.

The next time Dean kisses Cas, it’s slow, perfect, and everything Cas has ever dreamed about.

They were sitting in the movie room, watching Star Treck for the fifty time. Cas was lounging in his chair, Dean was sitting on the arm of the chair. Cas didn’t question why Dean couldn’t sit in his own chair, because he enjoyed the closeness of Dean.

Cas muttered the next lines of the movie and Dean looked down at him with a big goofy grin on his face. “And you told me you hated Star Treck,” he says teasing.

Cas looks up and rolls his eyes at Dean. “When you make me watch the same movie over and over, I tend to learned the words to it,” he says, turning his attention back to the movie.

Dean can’t take his eyes off of Cas and opts for running his hand through his hair. Cas jumps at the contact and looks up at Dean. He silently questions Dean on what he’s doing and Dean shrugs.

Dean moves his hand from Cas’s hair and cups his cheek, tilting his face up more. He dips his head and lightly brushes his nose against Cas’s. Cas closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Dean. He smells like musk, oil, abs cinammon.

Dean lightly presses his lips against Cas’s and waits for Cas to react. Cas kisses Dean back. Dean sighs, and takes his free hand and grips the back of Cas’s head, pulling his face closer.

Dean slowly traces his tongue along Cas’s bottom lip, and Cas opens up to him slowly. Dean, slowly dips his tongue into Cas’s mouth, meeting Cas’s tongue in slow, languid movements.

Cas was sitting as still as a board, but he moves his hands to Dean’s waist and pulls him into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around Dean’s waist.

They explore each others mouths, savoring the moment. Dean pulls back and rests his head agains Cas’s. Both not letting go of each other.

Cas is the firs to break the silence between them. “Dean, that was perfect,” he whispers.

Dean smiles and kisses Cas on the lips. “Yeah, yeah it was,” he agrees.

“Perhaps we should finishe the movie?” Cas asks.

Dean nods. “Yeah, we should. But don’t expect me to move from my spot.”

Cas chuckles. “I wouldn’t expect you too.”

Dean pulls back and Cas scoots over, giving Dean room. Dean slides into the little space and leans into Cas’s side, resting his head on Cas’s shoulder.

Cas rests his head on top of Dean’s with a big smile on his face. His hate for Star Treck is no longer. If anything, he actually loves the movie.

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