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Headcanon - When he realises that you aren’t taking care of yourself
Original title: 当他发现你不好好照顾自己
Original writer: 池离子 (chi li zi)
[ VICTOR ]
Working overtime at night, you finally complete your work and return home fatigued. You haven't had dinner, and only drank a cup of coffee and took a bite out of a sandwich in the afternoon.
You slump on the sofa, so tired that you don’t feel like moving an inch. The shops have closed. Because you’ve never had the time to eat at home, there’s no food available. Your tummy grumbles, but you don’t have the energy to search for food.
"Ding dong."
"Ding dong ding dong."
Who is it...
You drag your tired body to open the door, and what enters your line of sight is Victor’s expressionless face.
"Ah... Victor. It’s already so late... what’s up?”
"You’ve only returned home at this time?”
He seems a little angry.
"I was working overtime... How did you know? Were you squatting downstairs or something?”
Before you even finish speaking, your stomach grumbles inappropriately.
This is so awkward.
"You haven't eaten?"
You nod.
Victor squeezes into your house, walks straight into your house, and takes off his coat before draping it on the sofa.
"What are you doing?"
"Cooking dinner for a dummy."
"Ah, wait...”
You try to stop Victor from opening the refrigerator, but it's too late.
Victor opens your refrigerator, which isn’t even powered. Inside, there are only two bottles of glucose supplements.
You watch as his face darkens.
“You don’t have food at home?”
"Nope...”
"Snacks? Biscuits?"
"...nope...”
“How do you normally settle your meals?”
“I... would buy bread from the store. But I didn’t have time this morning so I skipped it... it’s too late now and the stores are closed. And I didn’t have time to cook.... and the food I make isn’t even nice!”
Victor takes two steps towards you, clasping your waist with both hands, and frowns.
"You’ve become thinner.”
You respond happily. "That's great!”
Victor releases his grip on you, puts on his suit jacket, then walks over and takes your hand.
“What?”
"Forget about the rent for this apartment. Come back with me. I’ll cook three meals a day for you. And I’ll pick you up at night.”
"A certain dummy can't take care of herself, so I’ll take care of her."
"Resign from your company. Come to work at LFG. The salary is high, and you’ll get to send your boyfriend to work.”
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[ GAVIN ]
You’re truly a careless person.
You’d fall down on the street, crash into trees while walking, knock your head against low walls, hit your elbow when you lift your hand, and bump your toes against furniture when doing household chores.
As such, your body always has bruises. Sometimes, they appear without you even noticing.
Today, you accidentally cut your fingers while slicing vegetables. While cooking, you were also scalded by the hot oil, resulting in blisters.
Ah, what a dismal life.
Doing some mental calculations, you realise that today’s the last day of Gavin’s mission, and the day he returns home.
Rinsing the blisters on your arm with cold water, you continue dealing with the dishes in the pot.
You’re going to prepare a table of food for Gavin! That boy must be incredibly hungry after working outside for so long.
Click.
You hear the sound of the door opening, followed by a voice in the hallway.
"MC--”
“Hey!” You respond. “You’re back! You came back at the right time - dinner’s ready!”
Gavin changes into a pair of slippers, removes his outer uniform, and heads to the bathroom to wash his hands. You’re currently serving the final dish of stir-fried cabbage, and the table is all ready.
Gavin sits across from you, meticulously eyeing the dishes before him. Without any hesitation, he delivers praise. “Smells good. You’ve worked hard.”
“Hehe, go ahead and eat. I’m really confident in my cooking skills!” While speaking, you hand Gavin a pair of chopsticks.
Taking the chopsticks from you, he catches a glimpse of the blisters on your arm, and the band-aid wrapped around your finger.
“What happened?” He asks frantically, setting down the chopsticks and taking your hand in his.
“This one was due to hot oil... this one was when I was cutting vegetables. I’m okay now!”
You slowly extricate your hand from his. Gavin looks really worried. He stands up and walks to you, carefully looking you up from top to bottom. As expected, he discovers two new bruises on your calf.
“And this?”
“The one on the left was caused by the corner of the bed... the one on the right was because I bumped against the corner of the table...”
Gavin’s eyes are filled with worry, and he hugs you.
"Why are you so careless... why didn’t you tell me over the phone?"
You pat him on the back.
“You already have many things to worry about! I can’t make you worry about me too... Besides, you don’t always tell me when you get hurt either...”
You feel the arms around you tighten.
“I’ll tell you next time... so you have to tell me too. I’ll try to accept fewer missions, and spend more time at home with you. Okay?”
“Good, good! Commander Gavin must make sure that I don’t get hurt again!”
"Mm.”
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[ LUCIEN ]
It's late at night. Walking out of the elevator, you stand at your door, looking for the keys to open the door to your house.
"Click."
The door opens, but it isn’t yours, but your neighbour’s.
"Little Butterfly.”
It’s Lucien. He opens the door, half of his body out as he peers at you.
"Lucien! Good evening!"
"Why did the Little Butterfly return home so late?"
"Ah, I worked overtime..."
Lucien shuts the door and walks out, standing in front of you. He has changed out of his usual white coat and white shirt, and is currently wearing loose home clothes. Feeling his stare on you, you rub your head in embarrassment.
“W-what’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
“Have you not been resting well? You’ve got heavy dark circles...”
“Ah, this...” you look at him in embarrassment. “It looks really bad, doesn’t it... I’ve had too much work on my hands these days, so I’ve been having trouble sleeping at night since my mind’s filled with work even though I’m obviously tired...”
Lucien takes your hand.
"Come."
"Huh? Where are we going?”
"To my house.”
You’re pulled into his house, and a sweet-smelling aroma wafts over to you, making you feel drowsy.
"There’s a spare pink toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter. There’s a set of pyjamas I’ve been wanting to give you. I’ll bring it over for you. Sleep at my house tonight, okay? This aromatherapy assists with sleep. I promise that you’ll have a very good sleep."
You’ve stayed over at Lucien's house before. The previous time, it was because it was too late and you didn't bring your house key, so you had no choice but to knock on Lucien's door for help.
You brush your teeth and put on the one-size pyjamas he bought you. The fragrance and warm light in the room make you slump on the bed very quickly.
Lucien covers you with a thin quilt. The heater is turned on, making the place especially warm and cosy.
You feel him sitting at the side of the bed, a warm hand on your back, patting your back and coaxing you to sleep.
"Little Butterfly... don’t go back... live here with me, and you can sleep well every night..."
"Mm... mm..."
Admist his gentle voice and gentle tapping, you fall asleep.
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[ KIRO ]
You’re on your period, but the company’s affairs are getting busier and busier. Every day, Kiki can see your pale face as you shift between various departments.
By the time you get home, the heater has stopper operating.
You’ve always felt cold easily, no matter what time of the year it is, and whether you wear shoes and socks.
At the end of a busy day, you collapse on the sofa while covering your stomach, but it just hurts more and more. Because your hands are cold, it's perhaps more accurate to say that your stomach’s covering you.
"Click--"
You heard the sound of the door opening.
"Miss Chips!!"
Kiro's energetic voice drifts over.
This is your home, but you gave Kiro a key, and he occasionally stays over at your home without notice. He just finished filming a drama today. After rushing through a dinner with the producer, he bought a lot of snacks and visited your place.
"Ro Ro... ooh..."
You lie on the sofa and stretch out your hand to him. He tosses down the bag of snacks, grinning while giving you a hug.
You tousle his short blond hair as he nuzzles against your chest. When he reaches out to grab your hand, he ends up grabbing a cold object.
Lifting his head, he sees that it’s ndeed your hand.
"Miss Chips, why are your hands so cold..."
He releases his hold on you, then covers your hands with his. Unfortunately, they aren’t sufficient to warm you up.
"Want to take a bath? Maybe your hands will feel a little warmer."
You frown.
"I don't want to! I'm so tired... also, my stomach hurts so much. I... can’t take a bath right now.And my feet are so cold..."
Kiro tilts his head to look at your feet. Soon after, a pair of thin socks are pulled onto your feet.
"Miss Chips... why don't you lie down on the bed? You’ll feel warmer under the covers..."
"I’m tired-”
Even before you finish speaking, Kiro’s arms reach behind your back and knees. He lifts you up steadily, and easily carries you to the bed.
After he covers you with a quilt, you watch as he hurries out. After a short while, he returns with a cup of hot ginger tea and two warm water bottles.
Placing the cup into your hands, he heads to the end of the bed, placing a warm water bottle underneath your feet. Once you’ve finished drinking the ginger tea, he hands you the other water bottle.
"Miss Chips... if you don't feel well, let someone else handle the work. Don’t tire yourself.... I’ll come over more often next time, to make sure that you’re taking good care of yourself.”
Soft blonde hair once against nestles against your chest.
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[ SHAW ]
You’re almost late, and you’re rushing to the company. The scorching sun beats down on your pale face.
All of a sudden, darkness overcomes your vision.
When you regain consciousness, you find yourself lying on a hospital bed. A noise is at your ear, but you’re still in a daze and unable to comprehend what is being said.
Turning your head towards the sound, strands of lavender hair occupy your vision. Your eyes widen. It’s Shaw.
“Hello, hello? Are you deaf? Can you hear me?”
Mustering the final bit of energy you have, you return his words.
“Lower your volume. I’m not deaf.”
Shaw purses his lips.
“You’re still in the mood for jokes. You scared me to death. If I didn’t see you collapsed on the street while skateboarding to class, you might still be lying there right now.”
"Thanks...”
Shaw leans in closer, staring at your intently.
“Mary Sue, the doctor said that you have low blood sugar. Didn’t you have breakfast?”
“I didn't have the time... I worked overtime till late yesterday, and didn’t get enough sleep. I was almost late this morning, so how could I have time for breakfast...”
Shaw ponders for a while.
“That’s not right. If you’re fainting like this, it’s not because you didn’t have breakfast. You didn’t eat last night, did you?”
You nod.
“It was so late... I was so tired, so I skipped dinner...”
"Tch.”
-
Once you’re discharged from the hospital, Shaw moves into your place.
In the mornings, he’d shake you till you get up, and you’d enjoy the breakfast he prepared. At noon, you’d receive the snacks he buys for you, garnering envious glances from female colleagues. When you work overtime at night, he’d appear in your office with his skateboard and a bento box. After returning home from a long day of hard work, he’d retrieve a small cake from the refrigerator like magic.
“Shaw, stop feeding me. I’ve gained five pounds.”
He spins you around twice, pinches your tummy, then chuckles.
“That’s just right.”
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Headcanon - When he sleep talks
Original title: 当他说梦话
Original author: 君兮耶君兮
[ VICTOR ]
It’s nighttime, and Victor is sound asleep beside you. With a practised hand, you feel for your phone from underneath the pillow. Tapping open the e-novel application, you start “committing a crime”.
Since he has repeatedly prohibited you from staying up late to use your phone, you carefully scrutinise Victor’s actions, deathly afraid that he’d suddenly wake up and catch you red-handed.
“Dummy...”
The rustling of fabric drifts from behind you as Victor turns over. A large hand wraps itself around your waist, and you instinctively lock your phone and hide it beneath your pillow, pretending to be asleep.
A long time passes without any further movements from the person behind you. Turning your head slightly to observe the situation, you discover that he’s still asleep. What happened earlier was simply him sleep talking. Relieved, you feel for your phone again, continuing with your little antics.
Soon after, the person behind you begins to mumble again. “It’s not that I don’t like you.”
Your finger pauses on the screen. You seem to have heard something interesting? As someone in the media industry, the acuteness in your DNA causes you to tap on the recorder app to capture what’s going on.
Victor’s chin rests against your head. Cushioned on his arm, you can clearly hear what he’s saying. “I’ll always like you.”
“Who?” You whisper.
“Dummy.” He responds quickly. If you hadn’t verified it earlier, you might have suspected that he wasn’t sleeping at all.
The corners of your lips curl into a slight smile. Closing the recorder app, you place your phone down. Scooting backwards against him, you sink into a peaceful sleep.
-
While Victor is preparing breakfast the next day, you lift your hand and wave your phone in front of him triumphantly. “Victor, you confessed to me last night!”
He cracks an egg into the frying pan. Hearing what you said, he remains unaffected as he continues to cook. “You had a dream?”
“No, it’s the truth!”
You knew he wouldn’t believe you, which is why you had the recording prepared.
“...”
After hearing it, Victor turns off the fire. He takes your phone to check its veracity, then returns it to you with a glance and a dry laugh. “You recorded this at 1.13am. Looks like a certain someone slept pretty late last night.”
Your heart sinks, and you completely forget about the recording as you retort. “No I didn’t! You saw wrongly!”
How could he not understand you? While he metes out the punishment, he places a plate of warm omelette into your hands. “From tonight onwards, you’ll sleep half an hour earlier than before. You’ll also give your phone to me.”
[ GAVIN ]
If you hadn’t witnessed it personally, you never would have believed that the all-powerful Officer Gavin would turn into a clingy little wolf at night.
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Returning from a mission, Gavin manages to fall into a deep sleep when it’s still relatively early. Grabbing a book, you sit on the bed to keep him company. Reaching out to cover him with a blanket, you suddenly hear Gavin’s voice.
“I want a hug.”
Finding this humorous, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. As though you’re coaxing a child, you pat him on the back. “Here you go.”
“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.” You aren’t sure what he’s dreaming about, but his brows are tightly knit, and he seems uneasy.
This causes your heart to ache, and you respond gently. “Silly Gavin. I won’t leave you.”
Perhaps hearing this assurance, Gavin presses himself against you. After a while, he clicks his tongue, muttering hazily. “I want a homemade bento.”
This is the first time Gavin is asking for a bento directly. Before, he always dropped hints along the lines of, “Sometimes, my colleagues would bring homemade bentos”. You feel tickled by this. A childish Officer Gavin is especially adorable, and adorable children always get special treatment. “Okay, I’ll prepare it for you tomorrow.”
Gavin mumbles to himself softly. “The dishes in the canteen aren’t as delicious as what you make.”
Your smile falls. Didn’t he mention that STF doesn’t have a canteen?
Putting on a professional smile, you lean closer to him and whisper into his ear. “Gavin, what’s the salary of the aunties working in the STF canteen?”
“$620 a month.” Gavin responds without hesitation.
“Good. Very good.” You straighten up, smiling wryly as you flip to the next page of the book, as though nothing had happened.
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“I’m off.” Gavin gives you a goodbye kiss, his spirits high as he heads out of the door carrying an exquisitely wrapped bento box.
“Be safe!” Your smile is the same as every morning.
“Gav, what delicious food did she prepare for you today?” Eli pulls Tang Chao over so he can experience the pain of being single too.
Mentioning the homemade bento brings a smile to Gavin’s eyes. While responding, he opens up the bento. “I don’t know either. She was really secretive about it in the morning, and said I should only look at it at noon...”
Very soon, he isn’t able to continue smiling. Slices of green bitter gourd are neatly laid out in the box. Aside from that, there’s nothing else inside.
“HAHAHAHA. Does sis-in-law want to help relieve your internal heat?” Eli chuckles boisterously, and Tang Chao’s shoulders tremble from suppressing his laughter.
The chopsticks in Gavin’s hand are on the verge of snapping. As they continue rubbing salt into his wound, the chopsticks curve.
He shoots them a glare. “Get out!”
“Gav, don’t murder your squad mates!”
[Trivia] One of Gavin’s “Go See Him” lines is - “There isn’t a canteen in STF, but the nearby eateries aren’t bad.”
However, in an official post about Loveland City, it’s revealed that there IS a canteen. This has been a running joke in the CN community because we still don’t know if it’s a mistake by Papergames or if Gavin really lied to MC so that she’d make him bentos (っ˘ω˘ς )
[ LUCIEN ]
Mr Lucien has always lacked a sense of security, and this is something you’re well aware of. However, the vulnerabilities he reveals to you are mostly meant to tease you, or used to stir up sympathy. You can only get a glimpse of his genuine unease after Lucien falls asleep.
“Mm...” Lucien’s eyes are shut tight, as though he’s having a nightmare.
Since you drank a cup of milk tea before heading to bed, you aren’t drowsy at all. Sensing Lucien’s movements, you pat the large hand wrapped around your waist. “What’s wrong?” you whisper.
Thinking that Lucien is feeling uncomfortable due to the heat, you attempt to put some distance between the both of you. However, the arm around your waist tightens. Not knowing if he’s awake or not, you don’t dare to move much.
Lucien embraces his treasure as he mumbles to himself. “My... Little Butterfly belongs only to me...”
You smile in resignation. Lucien has always been stubborn when it comes to staking his claim on something. This doesn’t upset you. In fact, you have the impulse to tease him even though he’s asleep. “Really?”
“We’ll see who dares to snatch you away.” Lucien’s brows furrow even more, dyeing his expression with an intimidating aura.
Having a bad feeling that you accidentally stepped on a landmine, you decide to soothe the atmosphere so that Professor Lucien wouldn’t feel troubled in his sleep. Before you can do so, you hear a dry chuckle. “A collaborative partner? Hmph.”
The threatening tone in his voice causes you to tremble, and an iciness travels up your spine and into your brain. You instinctively tense up, and you decide to wake him up.
“Lu...”
“Pete, could you bring me that box of scalpels?” His gloomy voice makes him seem like an entirely different person. “Little Butterfly, you can only be mine. Forever.”
You shut your mouth. The Ultima Bioresearch Centre measures its scalpels in boxes?
Sensing your movements, Lucien opens his eyes slowly. In the haze of drowsiness, he kisses your hair while speaking with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Your survival instincts cause you to shrink your neck backwards, and you nuzzle into the arms of the big fox. “Goodnight.”
[ KIRO ]
“Miss... Chips...”
A soft mumble rouses you from the world of novels. Turning your head, you watch as Kiro is sprawled on the bed, quietly tugging the blanket over his bare chest.
Kiro nuzzles the pillow with a slight frown. It seems as if he’s dreaming about something troubling. “Miss Shrimp Strips...”
Your fingers pause on the screen when you hear this familiar yet unfamiliar term of address. Although the both of you often eat shrimp strips, he has never called you “Miss Shrimp Strips”. Does Kiro have another snack in his life?
Thinking of this possibility, your expression turns cold, and you decide to observe further. After waiting for such a long time that you start to doubt if you were merely hallucinating earlier, he finally speaks. “Miss Drumstick...”
Okay. You didn’t mishear earlier. There’s a Miss Drumstick now.
“Miss Popcorn...”
It’s said that dreams portray the most genuine reflections of reality. What one thinks about in the morning is what one dreams about at night. You never imagined that Kiro would be this sneaky in his dreams. Taking a deep breath, you inch closer to him.
The arm of justice reaches out to the unsuspecting Kiro. The second before his head is ripped off, he suddenly twitches, giving you a fright and causing you to pause.
“No! All of you are fakes!” His voice carries with it a sense of righteousness.
There’s a dramatic twist in his dream?
Kiro releases a “hmph”. He shakes off the blanket with a hand before exclaiming, “I, Kiro Bohu, will find the genuine Miss Chips!’
You burst into laughter. If you’d known earlier, you wouldn’t have forced him to watch “Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance" with you earlier. Covering him with the blanket properly, you pat his golden coloured hair. “Your Miss Chips is right here.”
As though he’s able to hear this, Kiro curls his four limbs as he nuzzles against you. “Mm... Miss Chips...”
“Goodnight, Mr Chips.”
[ SHAW ]
“Tsk.”
A noise sounds in the quiet and still room, causing your fingers to pause. Did he realise that you’re staying up? You quickly turn around to look at Shaw behind you.
At this moment, his eyes are shut tight, his breathing is even, and he doesn’t seem to be awake. You heave a sigh of relief. As long as you don’t get caught, you'd continue using your phone.
“What’s that?”
Another sound drifts over, but it sounds a little unhappier than before.
“What’s what?” You find yourself responding instinctively after growing accustomed to retorting him.
Shaw purses his lips, and he appears to be having an unpleasant dream. You shift a little further away, afraid that he’d progress from simply retorting to whacking you.
Shaw turns over, unable to break free from his dream. “Dragonfly Eye. Don’t lose it again.”
“Your dream’s pretty exaggerated.” You roll your eyes. You’ve only lost the Dragonfly Eye once - and it was 99% due to a certain someone’s “assistance”.
Shaw doesn’t seem to have had his fill yet. He adds another grumble.
“Silly woman.”
The familiar term of address leaves absolutely no doubt that his current dream involves you. You take a deep breath. “Carry on if you dare!”
“Stupid.”
Even when he’s asleep, Shaw is the same as when he’s awake, meeting you head-on.
Fuming, you give him a kick to the butt, sending him off the bed.
Shaw is startled awake. He scans his surroundings in confusion, then covers his injured area while standing up, gritting his teeth. “What’s up with you!”
You respond with a glare. “You insulted me! Twice! You pig!”
Shaw, who was kicked awake but has no idea what happened: ???
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Headcanon - Your son isn’t cute at all
Original title: 儿子一点都不可爱
Original author: 君兮耶君兮 (jun xi ye jun xi)
[ VICTOR ]
You’re certain that the strength of Victor’s genes resulted in that little guy at home being an exact replica of him. Even Victor can’t deny that your son resembles him greatly in terms of appearance.
However, this doesn’t mean he acknowledges the resemblance of their personalities. At the very least, he feels that he wasn’t as studious during his childhood years.
Furthermore, Victor has half-jokingly pointed out that your son’s dislike for exercise is exactly the same as his mother’s.
“Victor, your son is bullying me again!”
Although your opponent is a little brat, you’re still unable to win. In this short round of Go, your white pieces have more or less been “eaten” by your son’s black pieces.
“Dummy. Don’t blame your son if your skills can’t match up to his.” Victor sets down the documents in his hand, walking over to observe.
Is this something he should be saying in front of the kid!? What about your dignity as a mother?
You turn around with a glare. “You were the one who taught me how to play Go. My teacher didn’t teach me properly!”
In the past, you’d typically respond to Victor’s remarks with a stubborn retort. Nowadays, you simply toss the bucket to someone else.
“If you make that move, you’d be sending yourself straight to a loss,” Victor comments, seeing that you’re once again putting a white piece where it’d definitely be “eaten”.
“Who says that I’m making that move?” You flick your wrist, salvaging the fate of the white piece, along with your pride. With a dignified air, you continue. “A true gentleman keeps silent while watching a game.”
“Mom, putting your piece here isn’t any different from the other spot.” Your son notes expressionlessly. With a thud of his black piece, he is only one move away from “eating” your white piece.
“...”
Despite the truth in his words, being ridiculed by your son truly upsets you. “We’ll continue. What happened earlier was a tiny mistake.”
In the following rounds, your white pieces grow sparse on the board while Victor observes the mother-son battle calmly. Or rather, watching as you get obliterated by your son.
Wanting to prolong the competition despite the lack of prospects, you courageously seek Victor’s assistance. “Hubby, help me out!”
Ignoring his son’s awkward expression, Victor rubs your head in a comforting manner. Picking up a piece and placing it onto the board, he instantly rescues several white pieces from a tragic ending. “Next time, give your Mom a chance. You need to give some confidence to opponents who are weaker than you.”
Your son nods in half-understanding.
“...”
Victor, don’t think I can’t tell that you’re calling me a noob!
[ GAVIN ]
Just as you wished, you had a son. However, there are times when you really think your son isn’t cute at all!
Your son watches you sternly, hands on his hips.
“Mommy, Dad said that you can’t eat ice-cream these days.”
“Be good. If you don’t say anything, your dad won’t find out. Also, I’m not the only one eating. You can have one too~” You attempt to bribe the little fellow who is utterly loyal to Gavin.
He rejects your suggestion decisively. “No way. Dad will get angry.”
This so-called anger is simply Gavin displaying a cold expression momentarily. Away from his son’s gaze, you’d play coy and Gavin would release a sigh of resignation before gently reminding you not to commit this offence again. To you, this isn’t a deterrence factor at all.
Since your son can’t find out about this little secret, you huff while returning the ice-cream into the fridge. Then, you grab a bag of spicy sticks from the snack basket.
Before your fingers touch the jagged edges of the opening, your son stops you.
“Mom, no spicy sticks either.”
“...”
It truly isn't a good feeling to be ordered around by a child.
Bored out of your wits, you bury yourself in the sofa, watching as your son stuffs the packet of spicy sticks back into the snack basket. “What other things did your dad prohibit?”
Your son tilts his head as he recalls. “Aside from ice-cream, mala soup, snacks, fried chicken, there’s nothing else.”
“...”
And he called that “nothing”!?
With the loss of snacks, you feel like your entire life has turned dim and gloomy. You get up coldly before walking into the bedroom listlessly. “I’ll take a nap. When your dad gets back, tell him to face the corner and stay there.”
Your son obediently agrees.
Close to dinnertime, your honourable husband returns home. Even before he removes his shoes, his son calls out to him. “Mom asked you to stand at the corner.” The little rascal gloats slightly.
“???”
Gavin is left dumbfounded, and has no idea what he did to anger you. “Where is she?”
“She’s asleep.”
After standing at the corner for ten minutes, there’s no stirring from the bedroom. Gavin pokes his son, who is sitting at the entrance and reading a book. “Go and check if your mom has woken up.”
“Nope.” Your son refuses instantly.
“Why not?”
“Mom said that if I supervise you until she wakes up herself, she’d buy me the latest model aeroplane.” The little child’s eyes brim with anticipation at the thought of the new toy.
“...”
So he abandoned his father for a new model aeroplane?
[ LUCIEN ]
“Mom, do you really not know how to do this question? Dad said that this question is very simple.” Your son looks up with a frown, only to see your frustrated expression as you rip up a sheet of rough paper.
“...don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense.”
The way Professor Lucien defines the word “simple” is completely different from ordinary people, all right?!
“Dad won’t lie to me. Mom can’t do it because she’s too stupid!”
Ever since the little fellow followed Lucien to the research centre, his admiration for his father has risen by another degree.
Having your self-esteem trampled upon, you toss the pen aside. “Why don’t you ask your dad then? I’m done with this!”
Isn’t making cream puffs more enjoyable than solving problems? Why should you continue torturing yourself?
“...”
The little rascal pinches the booklet and heads into the study room. “Dad, I think I made Mom angry.”
“What happened?” You rarely lose your temper in front of the child.
His son shows him the question in the booklet. “Mom couldn’t solve it, so I called her stupid.”
“Apologise to your mother!” Lucien thinks that aside from him, nobody else can bully his Little Miss. Not even his son.
“Okay.” Your son responds obediently before going downstairs.
By the time Lucien finishes his work and heads into the kitchen, he spots you stuffing a cream puff into your son’s mouth. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Next time, just ask your dad directly if you have any math questions.”
“All right.” The little rascal’s puffy cheeks resemble a hamster’s. When he sees Lucien arriving, he returns to his room to read books, giving the both of you space.
Amused by the mother-son interaction, Lucien waits till his son leaves before entering the kitchen and reaching out for a cream puff. Before he can even touch one, you whack his hand away.
“Hm? It seems that my wife is angry with me too?” Lucien wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Even though he’s exerting very little force, you're still unable to free yourself.
“I’m so sorry that I can’t do a question which, according to Professor Lucien, is very simple.” While he continues hugging you, you transfer the cream puffs from the baking tray onto a small plate.
“That’s okay. Having one adult who can teach him is enough.”
You pout. “Your son called me stupid earlier.”
“Nonsense.” Lucien gives you a tap on the head. “My wife is the smartest. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken so long for me to win you over.”
Lucien’s sweet nothings are becoming smoother and smoother. Pushing him away with your elbow, you pick up the small plate. “Go and give the cream puffs to our son.”
Initially thinking that the plate was meant for him, Lucien is stunned momentarily. His son had a cream puff personally fed to him, while he hasn’t even managed to touch a cream puff. “What about mine?”
You release an icy “hmph”.
“Considering Professor Lucien’s high IQ, I’m sure he can make them himself. I want to give these to my son, who is also unable to solve that problem.”
“...”
Why does he have to bear the consequences when his son was the one who angered you?
[ KIRO ]
“I’m back~”
You’ve just returned from a business trip which swept you overseas for close to a month, and it’s been a long time since you saw the two suns in your home.
“Mommy! Welcome home!”
“Miss Chips! Welcome home!”
The father-son duo exclaim unanimously, rushing over to the door with their similar faces and equally dazzling golden hair.
Your adorable son stumbles over to you, and you respond by squatting down and stretching your hands to give him a full hug. The little fellow tightens his grip around your neck to express his joy and how much he missed you.
Apple Box leaps around beside you to convey his welcome, and you can’t help but reach out to give him a pat on his fluffy head. In the time you weren’t around, he had put on quite a bit of weight.
The small entrance hall brims with a warm atmosphere... aside from Kiro.
At this moment, Kiro feels that his position in the home has deteriorated, and he shoots a killer glare towards your coquettish son and Apple Box, who weren’t sidelined by you.
“Miss Chips, did you not miss me... QAQ”
Despite the passage of time, Kiro, who has even become a father, seems to have become more childish.
You purse your lips. “Who said so? I missed you very much.”
“But you hugged him first and even patted Apple Box. You didn’t give me a hug.” The more he talks about it, the more insignificant he feels.
“Dad, you’re so heavy. Mom won’t be able to carry you.” Your son rubs salt into his wound.
Sure enough, Kiro gets offended by this. With a darkened expression, he pulls his son away from your arms, lifting him into the air. “Say that again!”
The little rascal struggles for a while before escaping from his grasp, then buries himself into your arms again. “Mommy, I drew you a picture!” With this, he sends Kiro a competitive glance.
Amused by the usual competition between father and son, you feed off your son’s excitement. “Really? My darling is incredible!”
“I’m incredible too!” Kiro is deathly afraid of falling behind. “Go away.” He pulls his son away from you once again. His left hand reaches behind your knees, and he bends down to carry you up. When he feels your hands tightening around his neck, he lets out a satisfied “hmph”.
“I can pick your Mom up in a princess carry. Can you?”
“Once I’ve grown up, I can do it too!” Your son gives him a glance of disdain. “Also, you’d be old by the time I grow up. I’d also be more handsome than you. Mommy will definitely like me more~”
“Looks like you need a spanking!” Kiro places you down before reaching for his son.
“Kiro, you’re not allowed to hit our son!” You hurriedly stop him before he can do anything.
“He was challenging my authority as his father.”
You tousle his hair in a comforting manner. “Be good. Actually, our son wasn’t wrong. When you’re old, you’d...”
“Miss Chips!”
“When you’re old, you’d still be handsome!” You chuckle gently, tugging him on the sleeve to make him bend down slightly. A sweet kiss lands on the side of his face. “Superheroes are the most handsome~”
[ SHAW ]
“Don’t make a mess out of our house!”
The moment you see the unsalvageable mess on the coffee table, the only thought that runs through your mind is sending this troublemaker back to the oven to be re-made.
“Dad said that an overly neat doesn’t have a homely feeling.” Your son tilts his head upwards confidently, continuing with his work on hand.
“So why are you doodling on the wall?”
The originally pure white wall has been morphed beyond recognition. And why does the style of this abstract art look so familiar?
Your son wipes his hands on a damp cloth at the side, then picks up a crayon. “Dad said that aesthetic sense must be picked up since young.”
Seeing the patches of postmodern art on the wall causes your blood to boil. “Can’t you use paper?”
As compared to your frantic state, your son is much more composed. “Dad said that I should strike while the iron’s hot when it comes to being inspired. I didn’t have time to find paper, so I drew on the wall.”
No matter what, you have to find the main culprit.
“Shaw, get over here!” Your twist your head and roar towards the living room.
“Did you allow him to draw on the walls?” You glare at him fiercely, causing his initial “yes” to quickly turn into a “I did not.”
Your son lifts his head in confusion. “Dad, didn’t you say that I should draw wherever I wanted to? You even said a child’s talent shouldn’t be stifled.”
“...”
With a grim laugh, you toss him a rag. “Since you allowed him to do it, you’ll be the one to clean up.”
“...son, use paper next time. Don’t draw on the walls.” Shaw finds a smaller rag and hands it to his son. The both of them begin wiping off the colourful traces on the wall pitifully, wishing they could travel back in time to stop this from happening in the first place.
Sitting on your son’s small bed while scrolling through your phone, you occasionally look up to supervise their progress.
Once they’re more or less done, your son suddenly pipes up.
“When can we head out to do graffiti?”
“Graffiti?” Why weren’t you aware of such plans?
“...”
Shaw has a bad feeling about this.
“Shaw. Explain.”
“It’s just... nurturing his artistic side...” His voice dies off at the end.
“Okay. Right now, I’ll be nurturing his mathematical side. Stand at the corner of the wall and count from one to a thousand.”
After tidying your son’s bed, you head out to pour yourself a cup of water.
Shaw tosses a sympathetic glance at his son. “Every man for himself.”
“As his father, you’ll keep him company.”
“...”
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One-Shot: Christmas Dinner
Original author: 八重垂樱 (ba zhong chui ying)
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“Why are we having dumpling and glutinous rice balls for dinner?”
Gavin crosses his arms, standing at the doorway of the kitchen with a smile as he watches you. He’s still wearing his uniform, the specks of snow on his shoulders melting from the warmth of home, leaving traces of water in their wake.
“Because dumplings symbolise safety, while glutinous rice balls symbolise perfection. They are sweet and salty, rounded and flat. They are the most suitable foods for this festival.”
“It really isn’t because frozen food is the only thing we have at home?” He arches his brows, a teasing tone in his voice.
“Of course not! Senior Gavin, do I look like a lazy person?” You add a “hmph”, flipping over the chilli paste dumplings in the frying pan.
“I don’t know about the laziness, but I remember that we had a turkey feast last year, a sumptuous hotpot the year before that, and...”
“Ga~ Vin~”
“Report! As long as it’s something you prepared! Everything’s delicious! And I promise to finish them all!”
Gavin chuckles while removing his outer coat, draping it on the back of the chair. After removing his gloves, he reaches out to hug you. However, he changes his mind and cups his hand over the sweet soup on the table. After a long while, he lets go.
He walks up to you from behind, wrapping you in an embrace. Lowering his head to the crook of your neck, he gives it an affectionate nuzzle. The tips of his hair are still chilly from the wintry day, and the fragrance of cooked food and chilli oil is exceptionally clear.
You’re fully aware that he’s simply teasing you, but you have no intentions of telling him that since he had a sudden mission and almost couldn’t rush back in time to spend the festival with you, you had originally planned to make do with frozen food. After all, how could you be in the mood to prepare a grand feast if you’re the only one eating?
Fortunately, he managed to return. A smile slips onto your lips.
“I’m done with the frying. Make way, dumplings coming through!” You exclaim, breaking free from his grasp. After grabbing a porcelain plate, you place the dumplings on them one by one. A large bowl of black sesame glutinous rice balls and a pot of fermented glutinous rice cakes are quietly giving off steam.
“It’s time to eat, Commander Gavin.”
“What’s this for?”
Gavin sits down at the table, picking up a thick red ribbon.
You originally bought it to decorate the house and add to the festive atmosphere. Since you thought he couldn’t return in time, you couldn’t be bothered to do so, and left it at a corner of the table.
“Mm... it’s used for wrapping Christmas gifts. Like this...”
You take the ribbon from him, circling it around yourself several times. Then, you tie it into a large bow around your neck.
Arching your brows, you deliberately give him a teasing smile.
“Officer Gavin - dumplings, glutinous rice balls, or me?”
It’s clear that you have much to learn about the extent of your boyfriend’s proactiveness. As the saying goes, “Whoever plays with fire will get burnt.”
His gaze darkens. In the next second, the bow is pulled open decisively, and you find yourself being carried off on his shoulder.
“I choose you.”
...
The snowfall outside the window grows heavier and heavier, and the dumplings and glutinous rice balls on the table will get cold soon.
Since you’re the “grand feast”, you’re far too busy to think about such things...
It’s so warm that it makes one sweat.
This Christmas evening is filled with happiness.
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One-shot: The standees
Original author: 八重垂樱 (ba zhong chui ying)
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Based on Weekly Moments [Police Dog Standees]
Gavin doesn’t feel very happy.
Of course, he’d never admit that the gloomy air enveloping the STF early in the morning was due to his own pettiness.
Despite 9am being the fixed reporting time, Eli only stepped through the entrance of STF at 9:01am. Meanwhile, Tang Chao decided to hide in the break room to prepare cup noodles, leaving the entire corridor smelling of braised beef...
Aren’t those reasons ample justifications for his bad mood? Anyone else would glare at the sight of these violations too.
It’s definitely, definitely, definitely not because he’s slightly jealous of those small standees he saw on the girl’s desk last night!
The team had distributed small standees a few days ago. To honour the police dogs that had performed exceptionally well in the recent mission, a set of chibi momento standees of them were specially custom-made.
When the girl heard about this news, she cheered excitedly over the phone. When she held the standees, she loved them so much that she was reluctant to put them down. At one moment, she’d touch them. At another moment, she’d move them around, lifting her phone and snapping dozens of photos of them from different angles, editing them and posting them onto Moments.
The grilled lemon chicken he recently learnt how to make was neglected on the dining table!
To make things worse, the girl carried that pile of standees and twirled around the room after dinner. In the end, she freed up an empty space on the desk, displaying the standees carefully. That space used to be occupied by a photograph of him!
Gavin suppressed the urge to pack the standees and give them to Eli, mainly because he was afraid the girl would kick up a fuss if she wasn’t able to find the standees. He told himself repeatedly that the adorable chibi police dog standees were indeed very cute. He liked them when he first saw them, and there was absolutely no need to compete with a set of small acrylic objects...
Even so, all of his effort turned futile when the girl suddenly sat up from the bed before turning the lights off, sending a flying kiss towards the tiny standees.
“Goodnight, little dogs.”
“Why did I bring the standees home?” Gavin responded in his heart.
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The days before the Lunar New Year always feel incredibly long. When work is finally over, an old classmate from the police academy happens to visit him and Eli while on a business trip. The three of them have a meal together, and drink a few bottles of alcohol. By the time Gavin returns home slightly intoxicated, it’s already late at night.
“You’re back!” The girl rushes over, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into him. “Why’d you drink?”
“Mm.”
Gavin scoops the girl up. He lowers his head and nuzzles the crook of her neck. Then, he presses himself to her lips, demanding a long kiss...
He carries her into the study room. After a while of intimacy in front of the desk, he releases her, both of them panting.
“Are you going to take a shower?”
“I showered after work.” Gavin pauses before continuing.”I practiced wrestling with Eli and the others this afternoon.”
“Why did you get yourself involved in wrestling? They should have involved someone who’s less of a bully.”
“If they don’t train a little more, their bones might get rusty. They’ve started slacking after the vacation.”
“Yes yes yes, the Commander is right.” The girl smiles while going along with him. “So who won in the end?”
“Do you really need to ask? I did, of course.”
...
His low voice is quickly replaced by a kiss. The temperature of the air around them gradually rises.
Before carrying the girl into the bedroom, Gavin fails to suppress the twinge of jealous pettiness he’s been holding in for the entire day. With a “thud”, he topples the entire row of standees on the desk.
“The standees-”
“Don’t bother about them.”
The lights in the study room are extinguished. The innocent little police dogs are strewn over the table, and incomprehensible sounds can be heard from the bedroom next door...
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The following day, the girl is about to head off to work when she sees that the row of little police dog standees have once again been arranged neatly.
It’s just that at the very forefront of the police dogs, there’s a photograph containing two people.
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Headcanon - When he thinks you’re going to kiss him
Original title: 当他以为你要亲他
Original author: 君兮耶君兮 (jun xi ye jun xi)
[ VICTOR ]
Your gaze flits from Victor to the bookshelf, as though pondering on something quietly. While reading his documents, Victor’s sharp senses cause him to notice this. His eyebrows arch slightly as he waits for your next move.
Finally, you come to a decision. You step forward slowly, then lean down in front of him. “Victor...”
“Dummy,” he mumbles with a chuckle. He cooperates, closing his eyes and tilting his chin slightly.
“Hm? What did I do?” You express confusion, reaching out for a novel from the shelf behind him. Since he’s blocking your way, you have no choice but to grab the book through this intimate posture.
Victor stiffens, and he opens his eyes instantly. Your face is filled with question marks as you hold the book before him.
“Why did you close your eyes?”
“...my eyes were tired, so I was resting them.”
“Oh?” You glance at him slyly. “Even though you looked pretty weird smiling with your eyes closed, I believe you.”
In contrast to what you just said, the words “I don’t believe you” are more or less etched on your face in bold.
“...a certain company’s financial status is in line with expectations. That’s why I was smiling.” Unable to ignore the teasing look in your eyes, he sets down his notebook laptop, then stands up and pinches your face. “Why are you laughing?”
“I’m not, I’m not!” You quickly plead for forgiveness. “You’re the boss, so whatever you say is correct!” With this, you rescue your face from his clutches, preparing to flee.
One step ahead, Victor sees through your plan. How could he possibly let you off? He tugs on your arm, pressing you to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I just wanted to read a book to relieve boredom,” you give him an embarrassed smile. “Since your eyes were closed, I actually planned to give you a kiss reluctantly. It’s your fault for calling me a dummy.”
“Reluctantly?” Victor chuckles in spite of himself. An arm snakes around your waist, causing you to tremble. His finger pad rubs your lips, and his scent occupies all of your senses.
“Since you’re here, don’t think of leaving.”
[ GAVIN ]
Standing in front of Gavin, you mete out your commands.
“Close your eyes and lift your head.”
Gavin is currently sitting on the bed and fixing a jigsaw puzzle. Thinking that you’re playing a game, he follows your instructions obediently. As he feels your soft fingers tilting his chin upwards slightly, he thinks about how his girl is no longer as shy as before, and knows how to initiate intimacy with him now.
But… nothing happens.
Just as he’s about to open his eyes, the hand pinching his chin shifts over to his cheek, giving it a light tug. “Keep your eyes closed.”
“Okay.”
He doesn’t put much thought into it, guessing that you’re just feeling shy.
You lean over, your warm breaths brushing his face. Gavin feels his muscles stiffening.
All of a sudden, something sticks to his lips. He subconsciously opens his mouth, but very quickly realises that something’s off. The thing that made contact isn’t you, but a cold and rounded object.
“Hey, don’t bite my lipstick!” Your heart aches as you stare at the bite marks on your newly bought lipstick.
“Lipstick?” Gavin’s eyes snap open, spotting himself in the mirror behind you. Sure enough, his lips are now dyed a bright red because of you. He freezes.
You point to your own lips. “Mm. I wanted to test if the shade’s nice, but I’ve already applied another shade. I needed you to be the model.” Tilting your head to admire the view, you chuckle. “Not bad.”
The grip around your wrist tightens. Before you can react, the man in front of you nibbles your lips gently. Two shades of lipsticks meld together, forming a new colour.
After a long while, Gavin finally lets you off so that you can catch your breath. As you lay in his arms with your cheeks flushed, he lowers his head to give you a peck on the lips.
“Your new lipstick looks pretty good.”
[ LUCIEN ]
“Professor Lucien!” You interlace your fingers together with his while lying in his arms.
Lucien looks down, meeting your bright and clear eyes. He responds with a knowing smile, lowering his head in compliance. “How did you know that I wanted a...”
Propping yourself up on his shoulder, you reach for a book on the shelf behind him.
Lucien: ...
“Know about what?” You snuggle yourself back into his arms. Based on his expression, you can tell what he thought was about to happen. However, you can’t resist the urge to tease him. You blink innocently. “I just wanted to grab a book.”
How could Lucien not know what’s on your mind? He bows his head to watch you, the deep pools of his eyes almost sucking you in.
“I thought my Little Miss was going to give me a kiss to recharge my batteries.” Lucien sounds wronged. Along with his usual piteous expression, you aren’t able to withstand it.
You gulp. No matter how handsome the fictional men in novels are, they can’t compare to your Professor Lucien - a feast for the eyes.
Seeing your emotions stir, Lucien follows up with his victory. “Turns out I thought too much. It’s okay, you can carry on with what you were busy with. I’ll just stay here on my own.”
He releases his hold on your waist. If you ignored Lucien’s watery gaze, you might have believed he was genuinely leaving you to your own devices.
“Pfft.” You can’t help but burst into a chuckle. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you close the distance between the both of you. Giving him a peck on the lips, you grin while asking, “Do you still want to stay here on your own?”
Lucien’s return gift is another kiss.
“I think two people might be happier than one.”
[ KIRO ]
You spot something sticking on Kiro’s hair, and think of getting it out for him.
“Kiro, lower your head.”
Misunderstanding your intentions, Kiro complies and closes his eyes. He rushes you cheerfully. “Go on, Miss Chips! I just ate a strawberry flavoured candy, so my kiss will definitely be really sweet!”
You roll your eyes, grabbing a cushion at the side and using it to smack him on the face. “You ate snacks on the sly again! And you hid them from me! I’m telling Savin!”
“Miss Chips, I lied. I didn’t eat any strawberry flavoured candy!” The undisciplined and lawless Little Kiro is most afraid of the Great Agent Savin.
“You changed your story so quickly. Who would believe you?” Although you usually fear Savin’s wrath as well, you aren’t an accomplice this time. If you were to spill the beans to Savin, he might give you permission to eat fried chicken and drink cola right in front of Kiro... Just the thought of this scene makes you happy!
Sensing your doubt, Kiro opens his mouth with an “ah”, showing that there really isn’t anything in his mouth. Then, he reveals a bag of unopened strawberry candies from behind him. “Look, I haven’t opened it yet. I wanted to eat them with you when you got back, but you wronged me.”
Taking the bag, you confirm that it hasn’t been opened. Looks like you truly maligned him. You scratch your head in embarrassment. “Sorry, Kiro. I misunderstood you.”
“Your apology is so insincere. I want a kiss!” Kiro shuts his eyes, straightforward and frank.
With a resigned chuckle, you readily give him a peck.
Your eyes snap open abruptly.
Where did that pitiful Kiro from earlier go to?
All that’s left is a bear cub with a mischievous smile. “You’ve found out, haven’t you? It was actually a tangerine flavoured candy. Miss Chips and I are accomplices now, so you can’t tell Savin!”
[ SHAW ]
You’re standing in front of him, unflinching and unblinking.
“Shaw.”
Meeting your clear eyes, the amusement in Shaw’s eyes darkens. He lowers his head obediently, letting you do as you please.
However, his tone is one of reluctance. “Tsk. I can’t say no to you. Go on.”
You toss a glance at this loose tongued rascal, reaching out towards his hair. Under his gaze of unconcealed joy and an expression which reads, “look at how much I indulge you”… you pluck bits of fur from the top of his hair, tugging on his bluish purple hair in the process.
Shaw, who is just about to wrap his arm around your shoulders for a “deep” interaction: ???
“What? Did you think I was going to kiss you?” You tease, watching his claws hang awkwardly mid-air.
Shaw reacts instantly, retracting his hand and pretending that nothing happened earlier. He glares at you, his attempts to cover up only making matters more obvious. “How’s that possible? I was referring to... yes, the thing you removed from my hair!”
“Little kids who tell lies won’t have girlfriends!” It’s rare to see him like this, and you can’t help but tease him.
“Tsk. You’re so troublesome.” He frowns. Before you can react, he grabs you by the shoulders and seals your lips. You feel a gentle nibble reminiscent of a little animal deathly afraid of breaking something.
Once your breaths return to normal, you lean against Shaw, legs wobbly. If it weren’t for his strength, you’d definitely have fallen to the ground.
Shaw has his arms around you as he presses you to him, the insuppressible smile on his lips announcing his pleasant mood.
“Who wants to be a little kid? Only intelligent adults have wives.”
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Headcanon - Night before the wedding
Original title: 婚礼前夜
Original author: 君兮耶君兮
[ Victor ]
You’re tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. Seeing that you replied almost immediately to his text, Victor gives you a call.
“Why aren’t you asleep? What if you feel drowsy tomorrow?”
You huff. “You’re doing the exact same thing!”
He chuckles softly, and you can imagine him turning in bed. “But I won’t be tired tomorrow.”
You pout. Thinking about tomorrow, you feel a mixture of excitement and anxiousness. “Victor, I’m really nervous.”
“With me around, there’s nothing to be nervous about.” That’s right, Victor does everything with ease. “I guessed that someone wouldn’t be able to sleep, so I called to check up on you.”
“What if I oversleep tomorrow?”
“Someone will drop by to wake you up.”
“What if the wedding gown is too long and the heels too high, and I end up tripping on flat ground?”
“I’ll be beside you, so you won’t fall.”
“Victor...” You pause. “We’ll be happy, won’t we?”
You hear a resigned sigh at the other end of the line, and it’s incomparably patient. “Dummy. Since I had the patience to wait till you understood my feelings, of course I’m certain about making you happy.”
That’s right. There wasn’t anything to worry about to begin with. Victor’s words have the magical ability to make one feel at ease.
“In that case, goodnight, Victor.”
“Goodnight, Mrs Li.”
[ Gavin ]
A figure shifts outside the window. You hug your blanket and grip the phone underneath the cushion, the screen displaying your emergency contact. With just a tap, Gavin will be called immediately.
There’s a tap at the glass window.
Releasing a sigh of relief, you set down the phone, running barefoot to the balcony to open the door. “Gavin, it’s inauspicious to see each other now.”
“I missed you.” The straightforward words and insuppressible longing tugs at your heart, and you allow him to embrace you tightly.
You pat him on the back. “If you missed me, we could have done a video call.”
Gavin releases his hold on you. Seeing that you aren’t wearing shoes, he lifts you up and returns you back to the bed. “I just wanted to see you.”
Gavin’s always strangely stubborn in some areas.
“It’s going to be a hectic day tomorrow. Have a fuller meal in the morning, and don’t wear heels that are too high. You’ll get tired.” Seizing this opportunity to tell you things you should take note of, his conscientiousness makes you think that you’re talking to your mother.
“You’ve repeated that many times.” You turn your head, leaning your entire weight against him. “My dear Officer Gavin, there’s really no need to worry.”
“Cough...” Gavin nuzzles your face affectionately. “I’ll make a move then. Rest early.”
“Wait!” Just before he gets up, you tug on his wrist and pull him back onto the bed.
A gentle kiss lands on his slightly chilled lips. “Goodnight, Mr Bai.”
He lowers his head, breaths intertwining. “Goodnight, Mrs Bai.”
[ Lucien ]
Even though you’re getting married, you’d simply be moving next door.
Since it’s early, you’re swaying on a small swing in the balcony. The French window next door opens, and you hear his voice. Lucien has the wedding schedule in his hand as he steps out. “I’ve checked the fresh flowers for the wedding - your favourite lilies and gardenias. They’re very pretty.”
“Since Professor Lucien checked them himself, I can rest easy.” When it comes to you, he’s always meticulous and ensures that everything goes smoothly. You’re more than happy to be a bride who leaves everything to her groom.
“You’re still calling me ‘Professor’? Isn’t it time to change the way you call me?” Lucien chuckles gently, subtle anticipation in his eyes.
“What’s the rush?” You snort, elongating your words. “My... Old Lu?”
Lucien smiles. “Playful.”
After having your fill of fun, you take the event schedule and flip through it carefully.
“There’s no need to worry about tomorrow. Leave everything to me.” Lucien tousles your hair.
“Mm, you’re my sense of security.” You grin, returning the event schedule to him.
“I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”
“Me too.” You grab the hand that’s on your head and grip it tightly. “Goodnight then, my husband~”
He pinches your cheek. “Goodnight, my wife.”
[ Kiro ]
“Don’t worry, the guests will only be allowed in if their faces match the list, and the media personnel have been vetted thoroughly. Our wedding will definitely be safe.” At the other end of the line, you can imagine Kiro patting himself on the chest with confidence.
“Kiro, is it really a good idea to make the wedding as strict as an international meeting?” The last time you checked the wedding venue, Kiro was lugging a pile of high-tech gadgets, saying that he wanted to ensure the order and safety of the wedding.
“Of course. Tomorrow’s our special day. I want to share my happiness with everyone, so I can’t let anyone ruin our joy.” Kiro’s tone has an insuppressible joviality in it, and your lips curl upwards involuntarily.
“I’ll let you in on a secret. My bridesmaids wrote down several pages worth of difficult tasks. You have to be careful.” Just thinking about the group of ladies chatting and discussing methods to make things difficult for the groom, you laugh.
[Trivia] In traditional Chinese weddings, the groom has to fetch the bride from her home. To reach her, he has to go through“wedding door games”. This involves the bridesmaids giving the groom and his best men gruelling and difficult challenges e.g. drinking or eating something unpleasant
“No problem!” Kiro releases a ‘hmph’. “Don’t forget that Savin’s one of the best men. Don’t worry, his skin is thick and he can withstand punches!”
Kiro continues. “If you don’t feel confident...”
“Using of Evol is prohibited!” You disperse his thoughts instantly, preventing his mischievous ideas from taking root. “Think of how to deal with them yourself. See you tomorrow, my superhero.”
“Okay then... see you tomorrow, my Mrs Chips.”
[ Shaw ]
“I’ll make this clear - my wedding dress is really long, and we’re having an outdoor wedding. If it rains tomorrow, I’ll chop you into pieces when we get home!” You threaten fiercely.
Through the phone, Shaw responds with a “tch”. At a spot where you can’t see in the video call, he takes out the umbrella he had prepared to leave in the car.
“What if there are unforeseen events?” He takes a sip of cola. “I don’t control all the rain.”
“I’ve already checked the weather forecast - it’s going to be a clear day.” You rub your newly manicured nails. “Also, I don’t care if you aren’t the only one who can make it rain. I’ll consider it all your fault. So you best pray that it’d be a clear day tomorrow!”
“Hey! Why are you being so unreasonable?”
You arch your brows. “If you don’t like it, we could call off the wedding.”
“Who said I didn’t like it.” He responds instantly, as though genuinely afraid that you’d back out.
“Tch.” You mimic his tone, rolling your eyes.
“Remember to ask your bridesmaids to go easy on me tomorrow.” Shaw suddenly changes the topic. Even though his tone is casual, you can sense a hint of nervousness.
"What? You aren’t confident?”
“No way!” Shaw scratches his head, then says something before the hangs up.
“I just want to see you sooner.”
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Headcanon - When you suddenly hold his hand
Original title: 当你突然握住他的手
Original author: 池离子
[ VICTOR ]
You’re sitting on the sofa while Victor’s next to you, looking through documents.
Peering at Victor, you watch as he pores over the documents very seriously - so seriously that he doesn't even notice you staring at him. Carefully admiring him from head to toe, your eyes finally land on Victor’s hand.
His hand is much larger than yours. Looking at your own small and petite hands, you find them adorable and a perfect match for Victor’s well-defined hands. Reaching out, you place your hand atop the hand that he’s using to hold the documents.
He turns to glance at you, realising that you’re staring at his hand. In response, he swaps the documents to his other hand, freeing the hand that’s held by you.
“You’ve already had one pudding tonight. There isn’t a second one."
You swat his hand angrily.
"What? In your eyes, is everything I do linked to pudding?”
He’s taken aback slightly, but eventually returns his gaze to the document.
You spread his hand flat, then put your own hand on it. One big and one small - a good fit. You can feel the warmth of his palm. This hand held yours at the dance, held your waist in the ski resort, and wiped cream from the corner of your mouth. Thinking about it, you unfurl your hand before clutching Victor’s tightly.
Victor’s eyes never leave the document, but he returns your grip with equal force.
Your hand is delicate and small. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, and the ticklish sensation makes you stifle your laughter. Despite wanting to pull your hand away, he doesn't let you go. Instead, he tightens his grip, as though fearing that you’d pull your hand away from his.
"Don’t move.”
“In this lifetime... you can’t leave.”
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[ GAVIN ]
Gavin is watching TV with you, the both of you huddled in a corner of the sofa, squished into a small ball. Your head is resting on his shoulder, and your hands are on your kneecaps. A faint light has been purposefully left on in the room to prevent it from being in complete darkness, and also to set the ambience.
Your gaze shifts from the boring advertisement to Gavin, and see that his hand is on his leg.
You’re suddenly struck with a mischievous idea.
You place your small and delicate hand on the back of Gavin’s. Noticing your action, he lowers his head slightly and asks if something’s wrong.
Ignoring him, you continue playing with his hand, feeling the rough callouses on it from years of wielding a gun. After giving them careful touches, you burrow your own hand underneath Gavin’s. With this, your hand makes direct contact with his leg.
Gavin doesn’t say a word. You can sense that he’s gradually tightening his grip on your hand. He’s exerting pressure, but is in control to ensure that he isn’t grasping your hand too tightly. He wraps your small hand in his large palm. His heartbeat seems to be following his palm, sending you a steady stream of signals.
Lifting your head to look at him, you find that his eyes are fixed on the TV, and his ears have turned crimson.
Using your free hand, you reach out to touch his ear. It’s terribly hot.
“Gavin, your ears are so red and warm...”
Gavin turns to face you.
“Cough. That’s because... you lighted the fire...”
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[ LUCIEN ]
You’ve come to Lucien’s laboratory to pick him up from work. By this time, Lucien should have already hung up his white coat, and should be sitting on his office chair, grinning as you rush in with snacks you bought along the way. But today, when you rush in with the egg tart you purchased, the white lab coat is still on Lucien. He sits before the laptop, holding some documents while perusing through them.
"You’re here? Sorry, there was a little issue at work today. I'm currently looking for the cause of it. You might have to wait a while. I'll be done as soon as possible.”
You nod, placing the egg tart on his table. Shifting a chair over, you sit beside him.
Lucien always smells good, you think to yourself. There’s always a cool and fragrant scent on him, but you’ve never seen him spraying cologne. The flowers at home don’t have this scent either. Giving him a careful whiff, you can’t guess what it is.
You haven’t seen Lucien in an entire day! Right now, you really need a Lucien-recharge, so you stand up to move behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bury your face in his white coat, one hand hanging loosely in front of his chest. He isn’t too surprised, nor is he caught off guard. After all, you’ve used this trick many times, and he’s grown used to it.
Inhaling Lucien’s scent deeply, you find that he’s really nice to smell. Lucien seems to be tickled by your breath. He chuckles lightly while giving the arm in front of him a gentle pet. You grab his hand.
"Lulu... how much longer will you take?”
He grips your hand tightly, as though he’s giving you a response.
“Ten minutes. Just wait for a little longer. I’ll be done soon, okay?”
With this, he brings your hand to his lips, giving the back of your hand a gentle kiss.
This action flusters you so much that you want to find a hole to burrow into. Although you hurriedly attempt to withdraw your hand, Lucien’s stronger than you, and he clasps your hand tightly, giving it another firm kiss.
As though succumbing to fate, you slump against his neck, putting your arms around his neck.
Even though you can’t see your own expression, your face has already started to feel warm, and your ears are probably red to their tips as well.
"You must be feeling shy. Let me see...” After saying this, he turns his head.
“Don’t look!" You mumble, burying your face in the shoulder of his white coat.
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[ KIRO ]
The two of you have just finished a game, and are slumped on two beanbags next to each other, surrounded by potato chips and soda. Kiro tosses the controller to the side, then leans against you coquettishly.
"Miss Chips is too good at playing! I can't beat her at all! I’m not playing anymore! It’s so embarrassing!”
You rub the golden head that has leaned over. His hair is so soft. For a moment, you even feel like you’re petting a large golden retriever.
You glance at the controller which has been thrown onto the carpet. Eyes shifting upwards, you see a pair of hands that you’re highly envious of.
He’s a celebrity, so of course it’s very important to have a pair of nice-looking hands. Kiro has taken off his ring. Originally, his hands are thin, long and pale, and the part where he often wears the ring is even more tender. You look at your own hands. As compared to Kiro’s, you probably aren’t even considered a female.
Brimming with jealousy, you slowly stroke the back of his hand. The delicateness of Kiro’s hand is just like yours.
"Miss Chips..."
You hear him calling you like this, but you have no intention of responding. You simply rely on your courage to continue. You put your hand in his palm and look at him, anticipating his next move.
Kiro is fascinated by the huge watery eyes you’re giving him, and immediately grabs your hand.
"I knew it... You’re just as hungry as I am, aren’t you? Let's find something to eat! There’s never enough snacks!”
"?"
He gets up quickly and grips your hand tightly, trying to pull you up too.
"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"
You look up at him as he radiates with light, and release a chuckle.
"Okay, okay!”
Borrowing his strength, you stand up as well. The two of you walk to the kitchen while grinning and swinging each others’ hands like little children.
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[ SHAW ]
It's too hot. Surviving the summer is going to be difficult.
The air conditioner at home is broken, and you’re still sweating despite wearing a blouse. Shaw steps out of the kitchen with a large glass of iced cola in his hand. Judging by the volume, it’s clear that he mixed Cola and Sprite again.
He sits next to you, gulping it down, and you watch as water vapour surrounds and the glass. it must have been chilled. You’re going crazy from the heat, so you unfurl your hand in front of him, indicating that he had better give you a sip of the iced cola.
Instead, this ignorant man put his hand on yours. Not only is there no cola to drink, but it’s also warm.
"Stinky Brother, I asked you to give me a sip, not your hand." You swat his hand away, moving forward to snatch the cola in his other hand.
"Hey hey hey Mary Sue, be careful. I mixed two soft drinks in this. Don't spill it on me..."
Shaw knows that you genuinely can’t stand the heat, so he doesn’t tease you this time. Instead, he obediently places the cup in the palm of your hand. The wall of the cup is icy cold, and it’s so comfortable that you want to stick your face against it.
You take a small sip, and the cooling sensation fills your mouth, and your mood becomes exponentially better. Filled with a sudden impulse, you reach out, grabbing Shaw’s hand tightly.
You expected Shaw to respond by returning your grip.
But Shaw is Shaw, and he’s always testing your patience.
"Oh? Auntie, you maintain your skin pretty well for someone who has reached middle-age... tsk tsk tsk.” He speaks, lifting your hand up and scrutinising it.
"You brat. I’m right here, so you better cleanse your mouth...”
With the cola in one hand, you try to retract the other.
Not caring that it’s warm, Shaw grasps your hand tightly, uttering a casual apology. On account of the cola, you decide not to hold a grudge against him.
"Mary Sue, save me some. Don't drink it all." Shaw leans over, and the only thing separating your faces is the glass.
“Also, let’s head out later. Your hand’s really empty... I need to get you some jewellery... Do you like rings?”
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Headcanon - When you’re angry and say “Don’t touch me”
Original title: 当你生气地说 “你别碰我”
Original writer: 池离子 (chi li zi)
[ VICTOR ]
You’re seated on the sofa, staring at the hour hand of the clock as it points to “1″, trembling with anger.
Victor! He promised that no matter how busy he was, he’d return by 11pm. Yet, even now, he hasn’t even called to give you an explanation. His phone is turned off, you couldn’t find him at the office, and all the employees had already knocked off.
Feeling upset, you think about heading to bed, but your immense worry causes your hands and feet to turn cold, and the blanket is unable to keep you warm. As such, you have no choice but to send message after message to Victor.
Since you once made a promise with him not to head out at night, you wait for him to return home obediently. With this thought in mind, you climb into bed, covering yourself up before breaking into tears.
Click.
Although separated by the bedroom door, you can still hear the sound of the main door opening gently, followed by the soft sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor. You know that he has finally returned, but you have no intention of forgiving him for breaking his promise and not returning your calls.
You hear the rustling of clothes being removed, followed closely after by the sound of the bedroom door opening gently, the familiar footsteps nearing you quietly. The space beside you on the bed dips slightly, and you can feel Victor pulling the blanket from your face.
"Dummy... why are you covering yourself up? It’s so stuffy.”
He speaks softly.
When Victor's hand is about to touch your face, you suddenly grab the blanket and turn over, your back facing him. He’s clearly stunned, and then realises that you weren't asleep, and are even a little angry with him. So he shakes your shoulder and says a soft “I'm sorry”.
"Don't touch me!" You shrug his hand away roughly. Curling yourself up, you begin to sob again.
Victor wants to pull you up, but you avoid him with equal determination, before dropping a cold “don't touch me.”
Victor sighs, then explains himself in a fatigued voice. “Sorry. I returned very late, and it’s my fault. When I drove past the park after work, I saw someone selling the taiyaki that you like, so I bought one. I didn’t have a firm grip on my phone and it fell into the water, so I couldn't turn it on.”
"I was going to buy a new phone along the way, but Goldman suddenly rushed over, saying that E Company requested to terminate our partnership due to contractual issues. Because we were pressed for time, I drove to E City with Goldman to hold a meeting, and only managed to rush back at this time... I’m sorry."
After listening to these simple words, you can’t help but feel an ache in your heart. You sit up with guilt. Despite how tired Victor was, he still had to deal with you being angry when he returned home. This... is really sad.
You turn over to look at him. Realising that your eyes are red, he reaches forward to hug you gently, leaning against your ear to say another “sorry”.
There’s a paper bag sitting at the corner of the bed, and you’re able to see half of a cold taiyaki.
"I'm so tired... let me hug you for a while..."
He embraces you tightly, and you reach out to pat his hair, as if touching a helpless child.
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[ GAVIN ]
"Sis-in-law, he really doesn’t take advice. I already told him not to rush ahead, but he did it anyway. Now, he doesn’t even dare to step into the house, and it’s really difficult for us...”
You’re listening to the voice message sent by Eli. Gavin was injured during a mission, and was caught red-handed by you. Eli is the spy you’ve arranged to be by Gavin’s side.
“Eli, tell Gavin that I’ve fallen sick, and that I haven’t told him about it because I don’t know what illness it is yet.”
"Sis-in-law... is this... a good idea?"
"Trust me. I can give your team a brilliant tomorrow.”
"Thank you, Sis-in-law!”
Turning your phone off, you lie down quietly. Thirty minutes later, you hear Gavin opening the door while shouting your name. You listen as his footsteps draw nearer, finally pausing at your bedside.
“Wake up, are you okay? What happened? Are you okay?” Gavin reaches out, wanting to pull you over to himself. Enraged, you slap his hands away and yell at him. “Don't touch me!”
Sure enough, he stops, and you hear him sitting down. What follows after is a protracted silence.
Your thoughts: I’m doomed. Does he find me annoying?
Gavin’s thoughts: Something’s wrong. I definitely did something wrong. What did I do wrong? Anyway, I should admit my mistake first.
"Sorry... I was wrong..."
You hear him saying this softly.
"Why were you in the wrong?”
Gavin is dumbfounded.
"I don’t know...”
Despite your anger, your heart aches. As you sit upright, you hear him asking with concern, “Are you sick? How are you feeling now?”
"I'm not sick. I asked Eli to call you home. He said that you were badly hurt and was afraid to see me. Am I that fierce?"
Gavin shakes his head.
"I'm not afraid of you being fierce. You can scold me however you like, but I'm afraid that you’d get tired after scolding me, and feel sad when you see my injuries, so I didn’t dare to return."
Pearl-like droplets of tears fall again, and he hurries forward urgently, wiping them away.
"Don't cry..."
"Where did you get hurt this time... don't be afraid to let me see. What I’m most afraid of is not knowing anything. Don’t refuse to come home..." You’re held in his arms, sobbing as you finish your sentence in bits and pieces.
He coaxes you while rubbing circles on your back.
“Okay, okay... next time, I’ll come straight home. I promise."
[ A few days later ]
"Sis-in-law, didn’t you say there wouldn’t be a problem? Us poor kids had to carry weights on our backs while climbing up a mountain...”
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[ LUCIEN ]
You dislike that bunch of female students! You! Really! Dislike! Them!
Under the pretext of the lecture, they’d look for Lucien. Once Lucien finishes his class, they would surround him, and Lucien would be in the middle, explaining the questions to them patiently.
It annoys you to death!
You’re nestled in the sofa watching a show. Having finished his shower, Lucien steps out of the bathroom, wiping his hair dry while walking towards you.
“MC, the bathroom is already warm and I've filled the tub with water. You can take a bath now.”
As if you couldn’t get angrier, you notice that the tone of voice he uses with you and the female students is obviously the same! So you purse your lips, ignoring him.
Thinking that your lack of response was because you couldn’t hear him over the sound of the TV, he sits beside you on the sofa, leaning in closer.
"Little Butterfly?”
You turn your head away, unwilling to give him any attention.
Assuming that you’re feeling shy, he reaches out to hug you, but is pushed away. He even hears this:
"Don't touch me!"
Lucien's hand stops in the air. For a long time, neither of you speak.
Just when you decide that you’re causing unnecessary trouble and turn to glance back at him, it’s as though you see the ears of a large canine drooping, its tail swinging slightly.
Why does he look wronged? Also, he's a fox, not a dog!
"MC... do you no longer like me?”
You watch as his handsome brows furrow. His movement of leaning over causes his bathrobe to reveal his neckline, and you’re cornered by him on the sofa.
"Don't touch..."
Before you manage to finish speaking, Lucien buries his face into the crook of your neck, his damp hair rubbing against your shoulder and earlobe gently. His hand reaches out to hug you tightly, and you can hear his muffled voice from the side.
"Are you leaving me? Don't leave me..."
Huh? You heart aches instantly, and you pat his back.
“Okay, okay... I’m not leaving you. I was just angry because those female students like you so much! I’m sorry for just now...”
"Next time... I’ll pay more attention... So MC, shall we take a bath together?”
"?"
Today has once again been part of Lucien’s plan.
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[ KIRO ]
As you stare at the black circles underneath Kiro’s eyes, a certain thought drifts to your mind.
He must have accepted too many job offers, then failed to get proper rest!
You’ve already told him several times to reject work if he’s able to. After all, he should give himself a break. The last time, he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa in the makeup room and was caught red-handed by you. Now, the situation is not only worse, but he spends his free time accompanying you.
This is outrageous!
"Miss Chips! Let's watch a movie tonight! I starred in it! You’ve seen the trailer and poster, right?" Kiro picks up the cap which he uses as a disguise, then hops around you excitedly. But you just can’t ignore the blackish hue underneath his eyes.
Seeing that you’re ignoring him, he grins and steps forward, tugging on your hand. Fuming, you slap his hand away.
"Don’t touch me!”
Kiro’s hand pauses in mid-air. In just a few seconds, you hear the sound of sobbing.
"Miss Chips..."
Turning your head to look at him, you see that tears are flowing down his cheeks. His eyes are red, and he’s wiping his teardrops with the back of his hand.
Is this the prowess of an actor? Being able to summon tears at will?
His sobbing turn even more aggrieved, and he carefully reaches out to tug on your hand again. Your heart aches, and you don’t fling it away this time.
"Miss Chips... do you hate me? Don't hate me... I work hard because I want you to lead a life which is worry-free, at least in terms of money... I love you so much..."
Ah! Stop talking! I’m a sinner!
You quickly give him a hug, patting him on the back.
“That will never happen! I like Kiro the most, but I’m very worried about your health. You’re still so young, but you’re this tired every day, so of course I’m distressed and angry. I don't hate you...”
He nods, planting his chin on your shoulder.
"I’m already very happy! I haven’t had to worry about money at all. You’ve worked so hard that I’ve got a surplus of wealth now! I want you to turn down a few projects and stay at home with me for a while, okay?”
You feel some movements on your shoulder. He’s nodding.
"Miss Chips... I like you so much..."
"I like you too!"
"Then you should kiss me now!"
He says with a grin.
?
(Did he follow Lucien’s study plan?)
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[ SHAW ]
“Spring Thunder! Spring Thunder! You! Spit it out right now! Give it back to me!”
[Regarding the nickname] The CN version of MC’s “Mary Sue” alias is 刘春梅 - Liu Chun Mei (“Spring Plum”). Meanwhile, the CN community likes calling Shaw 刘春雷 - Liu Chun Lei (“Spring Thunder”)
Amid your blood-curdling screeches, Shaw dolidges your flailing hands and successfully chomps down your final strawberry cake.
...
With no intention of speaking to him anymore, you stagger a few steps, collapsing onto the sofa.
Shaw opens a bottle of Cola and a bottle of Pepsi in the kitchen, mixing his favourite, unique drink happily.
When Shaw returns with a large cup of mixed Cola and sees your current condition, he calls out to you twice. However, you have no intention of paying any attention to him considering your enraged and depressed state.
He sits beside you, patting your head.
Your eyes are sharp, and you slap his hand away, saying the cruel words:
"Don’t touch me!”
In Shaw’s heart, he knows that something bad is about to happen. You didn’t call him “Stinky Brother” this time, which meant that you’re genuinely angry.
“No way, what’s up with you? You have such a reaction just because I ate your cake?”
You’re in no mood to argue with him. Your favourite strawberry cake no longer exists. Without it, you will crumble.
"Spring Plum?”
"..."
He sets down the Cola, attempting to wrap an arm around your waist. But he’s slapped away once again.
"Don’t touch me!”
"..."
You watch as Shaw retracts his hand, gets up, grabs the keys, opens the door, then leaves. All in one swift movement.
?
Stinky Brother! He was obviously in the wrong, so why is he the one throwing a tantrum!
You close your eyes, missing that sweet and wonderful strawberry cake. Your mind has no room to think about Shaw.
After some time, you hear the sound of the door opening, followed by Shaw’s footsteps, then something being placed on the table. He sits beside you quietly.
Opening your eyes, you see that Shaw is seated, giving you a piteous look.
The scene before you resembles a world famous painting.
"Sister... I'm sorry... I went to buy a new cake..."
On the surface, you seem engrossed in your thoughts. However, your heart has long since been doing flips.
"Forgive me, okay...? Don’t give up on me just because of the cake...”
As though you’ve just survived a huge bloodbath, you sit up with a “hmph”, then pull the cake box over. Sure enough, there’s an entire cake, decorated with strawberries.
Placated, you wrap Shaw in a hug and give him a kiss.
"What are you talking about, my beloved Shaw? Why would I not want you! I want you more than cake!”
Shaw's eyes darken.
"In that case... let me see just how much you want me..."
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Headcanon - Their adorable moments
This work, 他们可爱的小瞬间, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸
[ VICTOR ]
Dislikes the dinosaur onesie you bought for him, but still wears it when you’re being coquettish
Occasionally finds Pudding a hindrance because you cuddle it before giving him a hug whenever you return home
Enjoys watching your cheeks puff up after he feeds you because it gives him a warm contentedness
Will get sulky if you don’t give him a goodbye kiss before leaving
If you're in a bad mood and don't feel like eating, he’d worry that his culinary skills declined
After marriage, he has never once taken off the ring on his fourth finger
Even though he claims that Shiba Inus are childish, he’s been using the cup and blanket you gave him
When he sees the doodles of things related to him on your draft proposals, he will be in a great mood
Before marriage, he welcomed it when the entire company called you “Lady Boss”
Likes calling you “Dummy” because it sounds special
“Victor, why did you sneak a kiss?!”
“I did it openly.”
[ GAVIN ]
Really wants to take a stroll underneath the ginkgo trees of Loveland High with you
Spent a very long time learning the bass so he could accompany your piano playing
When he doesn’t dare to tell you that he’s injured, it isn't because he’s afraid you’d be angry. He’s afraid you’d be sad.
He prefers eating spicy food, but he says he loves all of your dishes
Before marriage, his face would blush whenever someone addressed you as “Sis-in-law”. He never denied it.
As the saying goes, “Even heroes have a weakness for the charms of a beautiful woman.” Gavin reflects this saying well - to him, your tears are deadly weapons
He remembers the milk tea you like, along with your preferred sugar level and toppings
If you make him a bento, he will definitely open it in front of everyone
Enjoys bringing you flying to see the stars in clear weather
He doesn’t like it when Flyer licks you
“Gavin, are you feeling around because you want to hold hands?”
“Yes.”
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[ LUCIEN ]
When he sees the things his Snail Girl has left for him in the laboratory, his mood is great for the entire day
Before sleeping, he remembers to place your phone further away to reduce radiation
When sharing an umbrella, it will always lean towards you
A picture of the two of you is on his desk
He always gives you the first bite of the white tea flavoured ice-cream
There are plasters in his pocket just in case your shoes chafe your feet
He waits for you at the office after work, and the receptionists recognise him
As your program advisor, he asks for compensation in the form of kisses and hugs
He likes watching black-and-white movies with you because when he sees the story being played while holding your hand, it feels as though he’s living through it
When he sleeps, he will subconsciously draw you into his arms and hug you really tightly, never letting you go in this lifetime
“Lucien, that’s my cup.”
“I know. I hope the Little Butterfly can see that I’m hinting for a kiss.”
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[ KIRO ]
80% - 90% of the time Kiro talks back to Savin, hides snacks and eats sumptuous meals is because of you
When he sees delicacies, the first person he thinks of is always Miss Chips
He enjoys playing games with you at home. Even if you're a noob and end up dragging him down, he won’t leave you in the lurch
He really likes bears and bunnies, and they feature on both of your matching pyjamas
He loves buying couple items. At one glance, one can tell that they come in a set. Just like the both of you.
Whenever he returns home, the first thing he says is: Miss Chips, I really missed you.
When he’s jealous, he resembles a pufferfish
Enjoys flaunting your relationship on Weibo. If he makes you angry, he’d get advice from his wide fanbase
When eating hotpot, he insists on mandarin duck hotpot. It’s not because he can’t eat spicy food, but because it symbolises a happily married couple
When performing, he will reserve the best seat for you. After performing a song, he’d show you a tiny, secret code that only the two of you know about
“Miss Chips, I left the center of the watermelon for you~ Is it sweet?”
“It’s just like you - extraordinarily sweet!!”
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[ SHAW ]
When he says “bye” before the leaving the house, he definitely needs a reply. Otherwise, he’d come back and say it again in a louder voice
He only drinks mixed Cola in Live House. He doesn’t drink alcohol, nor does he allow you to
Even when he says he'd let you starve to death, a deliveryman will come knocking at your door the next second, bringing you all of your favourite food
Loves to play pranks on you like causing thunder to roar. When you’re afraid and burrow into his arms, he chuckles happily
He rarely blushes. But if you take the initiative to kiss him, he takes revenge
He doesn’t like looking at the weather forecast because he finds it inaccurate
Loves seeing you flustered and exaggerated. Deliberately makes you angry so you’d pay more attention to him
When he’s hugging you, he removes his jacket so you don’t get jabbed by the rivets
He’s a student who often skips classes yet his grades are good. It really makes one want to give him a punch.
He only sleeps well when his arms and legs are wrapped around you, caging you in his arms
“Shaw!! The potatoes I planted are gone!?”
“I’ve told you so many times - my field of study isn’t digging!”
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Headcanon - His lonely hearts ad
Original title: 他的征婚广告
Original writer: 池离子
Prologue: You find slips of paper with criteria for a partner written on them. Curious, you pick them up, and discover...
Victor, male, 28 years old, CEO of Loveland Financial Group.
Criteria for a partner:
Female, preferably around 28 years old. Her size doesn’t matter. Regular facial features, though certain exceptions are allowed
Has her own unique ideas and thoughts
It’s fine if she doesn’t have a job or isn’t an entrepreneur, but she has to be motivated and not admit defeat easily
Has a gentle and tolerant temperament. She can be clingy, but not too unreasonable
Understands some financial-related knowledge and French, and likes sweet food. I hope she’d like the pudding I make
Has aesthetic sense. At the very least, she should be able to pick clothes suitable for the occasion
Like cats
Is a dummy
Gavin, male, 24 years old, Captain in the STF.
Criteria for a partner:
Female, preferably around 24 years old. Size doesn’t matter. Regular facial features, though certain exceptions are fine
A graduate from Loveland High
Has a gentle and lovely personality. She can be unreasonable, but not too many times within a short duration
Knows how to apply bandages
It’s fine if she isn’t employed
I hope she’d like going out on spins on my motorcycle
Can play the piano
Has received a "threatening letter” from me
Lucien, male, 26 years old, Professor at Loveland University professor and a researcher.
Criteria for a partner:
Female, lives next door, named MC.
Kiro, 22 years old, a celebrity and singer.
Criteria for a partner:
Female, around 22 years old. Her height and size doesn’t matter
Enjoys eating snacks! But she can’t eat them behind my back nor eat too much in front of me!!
Likes cats and dogs, and I hope she’ll like my singing
Has a lively and adorable personality. Can be unreasonable. Has unique insights regarding music
Has met me at the convenience store, and has taken the same bag of chips from me
I call her "Miss Chips".
Shaw, 20 years old, a graduate student in the Department of Archaeology at Loveland University.
Criteria for a partner:
Female, an elderly woman who’s older than me. Doesn’t matter what she does. Doesn’t matter what her size or height are.
Can’t be too stubborn. At least, not more stubborn than me
Won’t explode at trivial things
It’s best if she doesn't cause unnecessary trouble
I hope she can accept drinking Pepsi and Cola together, and accept punk style music and heavy metal
Good if she can write my thesis for me
Her alias is Mary Sue.
You keep the five slips, and decide to pick...
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One-shot: Making lunch for everyone in STF (except Mr Gavin)!
Original title: 给全特遣署（除了白起先生）做的午饭！
Original author: 喵小柒吃很少 (miao xiao qi chi hen shao)
“Sis-in-law, I wish to report that Captain Gavin has been eating cup noodles!”
Tang Chao’s text message causes your originally pleasant mood to grow gloomy in an instant.
He isn’t eating properly again!
While repeating the phrase “Gavin, you’re doomed” in your heart, you set down the laptop tablet in your hand, then head into the kitchen.
When lunchtime arrives, you carry a few lunchboxes to STF - these are some dishes that you’ve spent quite a lot of time learning. They’re all Gavin’s favourites, and you even conscientiously added chili.
However... things aren’t that simple.
Amid the greetings of “hello Sis-in-law” from STF members you’re familiar with, Gavin notices your presence, and his heart rate speeds up involuntarily. Carrying the lunchboxes, you walk straight to the canteen. While everyone clusters around you to holler and cheer, you open the lunchboxes one by one, displaying them on the table properly.
“Wow, Sis-in-law is so incredible!”
“Our Captain Gavin is so blessed... I’m so envious...”
“It smells so good!”
Without doubt, the last phrase was from Tang Chao.
“Your girl is here. Aren’t you going over?” Eli nudges Gavin, looking as though he’s about to watch a movie.
“...cough. She... will call for me.” After all, Gavin has to suppress his joy in the presence of so many STF members.
“How do they look? Not bad, right?” You brim with confidence, looking at Tang Chao.
“Of course! Our Captain Gavin is truly...”
You cut him off abruptly before he can finish expressing his envy.
“Who said they’re for Gavin?”
???
Your words render everyone on the scene to be utterly bewildered. Miss Producer spent the effort to make so many dishes and travelled such a long distance to bring them here. If she didn’t make them for Gavin, who else could they be meant for?
The flames of gossip burn in everyone’s hearts, but nobody dares to risk their lives in probing further.
Gavin is standing at the side, and his expression is... not good. Unsurprisingly, he’s the one who wants to know the answer most.
However, you don’t even spare him a glance, gesturing to the STF members around you. “Sit down and eat! Everyone gets a share~ I made enough for lunch!”
In response to your warm invitation, nobody puts much thought into it. After an afternoon of gruelling training, everyone was already starving. With such fragrant dishes offered to them, who could resist? Everyone lifts up their chopsticks and starts digging in.
“So delicious!”
“Sis-in-law, you’re a goddess!”
“This is ten thousand times better than the food from STF’s canteen!”
...
Watching this scene unfold, jealousy simmers in Gavin’s heart. To be honest, he had already felt jealous ever since you walked in without looking at him, not to mention the moment you said you weren’t here to bring him lunch.
But he has no idea who his jealousy should be targeted at.
After a short contemplation, and under the “I’m just going to watch the show” gaze that Eli has, Gavin heads towards the table where everyone else is, and picks up a pair of chopsticks...
Even before Gavin’s chopsticks can touch the lunchbox, another pair of chopsticks stop him from the side with a ‘thud’.
Your lips are pursed as you glare at him.
“Cough... you said it yourself - everyone gets a share.”
Gavin looks maligned.
“With the exception of Commander Gavin, who doesn’t eat proper meals.” You push Gavin’s chopsticks away fiercely, then walk towards the door while fuming, preparing to leave.
Gavin couldn’t care less about the food. He rushes to chase after you, leaving behind a group of STF members who are frozen to the spot. And also Tang Chao, who continues to eat, completely unbothered.
“D-don’t be mad. I know that I was in the wrong.”
Gavin says this with slight guilt, grabbing your wrist.
“Why were you in the wrong?”
“Over the past two days, I haven’t been eating proper meals... and made you worry.”
“Since you knew, why did you still...” you look at Gavin, and you find yourself unable to stay angry.
“I was wrong...” Gavin looks at you carefully. “I’m hungry... could you give me a serving of lunch too?”
So... to give or not to give?
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Headcanon - Do you prefer hard or soft things?
This work, 你喜欢吃软还是吃硬, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸
Suggestive! Not explicit but there are sexual innuendos!
[ VICTOR ]
“Victor Victor Victor, do you prefer things to be hard or soft?” Plopping yourself onto Victor, who is sitting cross-legged on the yoga mat, you snatch up the book in his hand and place it at the side.
“Idiot. Which part of the proposal do you not understand this time?” He’s especially patient with you, letting himself be squashed. Yet, his tone is merciless.
“That’s not it!” You retort loudly.
“You want an extended deadline?” His brows arch slightly, responding with a question.
“I’ve finished it a long time ago!” You puff out your chest in pride.
“Don't even think about having one more pudding.”
You huff angry, squishing and molding his face. “I’m just asking you a question. Do you always have to make jabs at me?”
“Dummy.” He smiles. “If it’s you, both hard and soft are fine.”
Recalling how you’ve often used coquettish techniques to get proposals approved, and how you spout a lot of empty rhetoric, you suddenly realise just how brave you are.
“Victor, do you know if I prefer things soft or hard?”
He pokes your soft cheeks. “Soft. Puddings.”
“Nope.” You chuckle, grinning as you get up from him, preparing to flee at any moment.
“I like things hard. As hard as Victor’s big pudding!”
And with this, you run away.
Victor is left stunned for a few seconds before getting up slowly. The corners of his lips suppress a smile. As though he has a plan in mind, he says, “Tonight, don’t forget what you said.”
[ GAVIN ]
“Gavin, do you like things soft or hard?” You toss out this innocent question, as it’s a perfectly normal query without a hidden agenda.
“Cough. You look really cute when you’re angry.” Gavin doesn’t answer your question directly.
“So does this mean Senior likes things hard?” You tilt your head to the side, planting it on his shoulder.
He shakes his head, lowering his shoulder so you can lean in more comfortably. “Even though you look really cute when angry, I still prefer it when you’re happy...” He pauses before continuing continues. “When you’re acting coy... it’s also very good.”
“So Officer Gavin enjoys both hard and soft things?” You blink mischievously.
“As long as it’s you, I’ll take them all.” His tone contains insuppressible affection, and it’s an answer within your expectations.
Lifting your head quickly, you give him a surprise peck on the lips. “This time, I’ll treat you to something soft.” With a giggle, your eyes are laced with a deeper meaning. “Tonight, I’ll have to trouble Officer Gavin to treat me to something hard~”
“Cough cough cough...” Gavin’s ears are dyed crimson. His voice is soft, and is no match for the sound of his heartbeat. But you hear it clearly.
“Okay.”
[ LUCIEN ]
“Professor Lucien, it’s time for an interview! May I know if you usually prefer soft or hard things?” Pretending that your left fist is a wielding a microphone, you bring it over to Lucien, who is currently reading on a chaise lounge chair.
He lowers his head, planting a gentle kiss on your fist. “Is your new theme on dental research? Whether it’s hard candy or soft candy, eating too much of either isn’t good for your teeth.”
Face flushed, you retract your left hand and use it to cover your cheek, feeling its rising temperature. “Nope, it’s a personal question for you.”
“Hmm...” He supports his chin with a palm and ponders on it seriously. In the end, he simply shakes his head. “If it’s me, both work. After all, I’m not picky.”
It’s true that Lucien doesn’t express a particular preference for anything.
“No way, you must definitely make a choice today,” you insist, eyes shining as you stare at him.
“In that case, I’ll pick the soft option.” Lucien stretches out his arm, snaking it around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“Huh? Why’s that?”
Since he’s sitting down, the height is just right. With a slight leaning of his head, he nuzzles your chest. “Because something as soft as this area is very comfortable.”
[ KIRO ]
“Kiro Kiro, do you prefer hard or soft things?” You stroll towards him with a bag of original flavoured chips, stuffing one into his mouth.
“Huh? Miss Chips, why do I feel as though this question contains an innuendo?” He scratches his head. “Am I overthinking it?”
“Of course you’re overthinking it. How could an innocent and kind person like myself ask a question with innuendoes?” You respond, keeping your expression levelled and controlling your heart rate.
“I genuinely and purely wish to know whether you like eating soft candy or hard candy.” You pat him on the shoulder, giving him determined look.
“Huh, I even thought Miss Chips wanted me to do something dubious.” His head hangs low uninterestedly, reminiscent of how Apple Box looks after it gets scolded.
“Where’s your imagination roaming to?!” You roll your eyes.
“Forget it, forget it~” He straightens up on the sofa, taking the bag from you and grabbing a handful of chips into his mouth.
After patting away the crumbs on his hands, Kiro leans to your ear secretively. “In that case, let me ask Miss Chips a question. Do you like things coarse or lubricated?”
The unsubtle words leave your face instantly red. Flying into a rage from embarrassment, you exclaim, “Kiro, could you please pry your head open and cleanse the insides of such filth!”
Unexpectedly, Kiro blinks innocently. “Miss Chips, where’s your imagination roaming to? I just wanted to know if you liked yoghurt with oats, or plain yoghurt.”
[ SHAW ]
Would Shaw prefer things soft or hard? You lower your head in contemplation, and the words unconsciously slip out of your mouth. “Probably hard.”
“What are you muttering about by yourself?” Your voice was too soft, and Shaw didn’t catch it at all.
“Huh? Nothing much. I just wanted to ask if you preferred things soft or hard.” Failing to notice Shaw’s strange expression, you proceed with your analysis. “I think you'd prefer things hard. After all, your Cola popsicles, Cola sweets and other things are all hard.”
“Cola-flavoured things are delicious.”
You nod. “I guessed correctly. Also, the rivets on the outfit you’re wearing now are hard too.”
You list down examples one by one, and feel that you should be commended for such sound logic.
“Tch.” Shaw expresses his disdain. “Why not say that the buddha beads on my wrist are also hard?”
Pretending to take this seriously, you nod. “That also counts as evidence pointing to my deduction.”
“...”
Shaw has never met such a thick-skinned person, and is left speechless for a while.
After a moment of thinking, he suddenly smiles with gritted teeth. “These things are hard. But there's something else that’s both hard and long. Want to give it a try?”
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Headcanon - What he can teach you
Original title: 他能教你的
Original writer: 池离子 (chi li zi)
The principles he tells you and the knowledge he teaches you - they are all his love for you.
His love comes in the form of enabling you to fly independently.
[ VICTOR ]
You’ve never understood why Victor is always so strict with you, such as poking holes in your proposals. He not only gives you incredibly difficulty work, but also an incredibly short amount of time to complete them.
It’s ridiculous. Despite your numerous protests, he still leaves you with the work. He isn’t even willing to give you ideas on how to make amendments. Occasionally, when you make too many objections, he’d prepare your favourite pudding to placate you, and then return to his usual sternness.
Sometimes, you think that he doesn’t love you. All he sees is work.
“Victor... why are you like this? When other CEOs date, they love pampering their girlfriends. They won’t let her experience any trouble or tiredness. Why are you the complete opposite?”
You’re gripping the proposal he just asked you to amend. You’re enraged and feeling wronged, eyes brimming with tears.
Victor sighs. Getting up from his desk, he sits on the sofa at the side.
"Come here...”
You scoot over, akin to a petulant child.
"Come and sit on my lap."
Placing the proposal on the coffee table, you follow his instructions.
He embraces you.
“I was too impatient... I just wanted you to be a little more independent. You’re already doing very well, but I can guarantee that you can do even better. This way, you won’t struggle when faced with competition in the business world... I was afraid that if you relied on me too much, and if I was gone someday, what would happen to you? I can leave you the company and assets, but that’s not what I want.”
“If you have to leave me one day, I hope you’d be independent enough and wouldn’t need me to help you with trivial things. If you don’t know anything and an accident happens someday, I’ll never be at peace...”
"We’ll do things slowly, okay? I’ll teach you little by little...”
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[ GAVIN ]
"Ahh I’m so tired! I don't want to practice anymore!"
You lean against the wall, letting yourself slide down.
“This will be the last time. Try to break free from me. It’d really be the last time.”
Gavin pulls you up, locking you in place from behind.
You’re extremely tired. After squirming slightly, you decide not to move anymore, letting yourself remain locked in his arms.
“Wrong. Your elbow should be here... you could have also stepped on my foot, but you didn’t.”
You signal to Gavin to release you, then slump onto the ground. Gavin follow suit, sitting down on the floor.
“Gavin, is this a new fitness method? You seem so fond of it... Isn’t running enough...”
“I’m teaching you self-defence for women.”
“Why? Having you around is enough! You can sense when I’m in danger, can’t you?”
Gavin tousles your hair.
"Yes... but what if I’m gone someday...? What would happen if I can’t protect you like I said I would?”
“I’d definitely keep you safe. But if you were to leave me one day, and encounter a gangster or robber in the street, what would happen? I want to ensure your safety, and also ensure that you can take care of your own safety.”
“You’re my most beloved person... I don’t want to see you get hurt in any way...”
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[ LUCIEN ]
"Lucien! I can't reach for that book!”
"Why not try standing on a stool?"
"Lucien, how do I turn the water heater on...”
"Twist here... I’ll only teach you once."
"Lucien! I can’t tell if the omelette is ready. What should I do?”
"Turn the flames down, turn it over and fry..."
You begin to realise that Lucien isn’t willing to do certain things for you.
Even though he’s easily able to get the book down for you, prepare the bathwater for you, and make the best omelettes, you just can’t understand why he’s been sitting on the sidelines recently. In the past, he’d do these things for you in a heartbeat.
Which is why Lucien sees this current sight before him: You nestled in his arms, tears wetting the fabric of his pyjamas.
“Lucien... are you getting impatient with me... and finding me a bother...”
“Why would I? What made you think that?”
Feeling wronged, you splutter a response, telling him about how you’ve been feeling.
Lucien chuckles, then replies solemnly.
“I will never find you a bother... I’m very happy when you ask me for help.”
“It’s just that... if I had to leave you one day, who would you ask for help? When a book is at a high place, would you just give up and cry?”
"Do you think I can rest assured when the Silly Girl just learnt how to use the water heater and how to fry omelettes today?”
“If you really want to continue ‘bothering me’, of course I’m fine with it. But... I think you should understand in advance, or at least get used to a possibility that I might lose my life in the future...”
"When that time comes, you must be even more independent than you are now, so that I can be reassured. Is that okay, Silly Girl?”
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[ KIRO ]
“Kiro! I’m so upset! I’m so sad that I’m about to cry!” You walk in through the entranceway, toss your shoes into the rack, and collapse on the sofa.
"Sorry, Miss Chips. I know you’re upset, but I have work to do. Could you talk to Anna instead? She could accompany you to shop for good food?” Kiro freezes for a moment. Without even turning his head, he continues with what he’s busy with.
It’s happening again.
Recently, whenever you share your feelings with Kiro, he’d choose to avoid it. You can’t help but think, does he dislike me? Or am I really clingy... Kiro already has to deal with so much stress, but still has to coax me every day....
After mulling over it, you decide to apologise.
"Sorry Kiro... I must be really clingy... Even though you’re a cheerful person, you’d definitely get annoyed by my negative moods... I’m sorry...”
“Miss Chips!”
Kiro finally stops what he’s doing, taking large strides towards you. Then, he takes you into his arms with a tight hug.
"That’s not it, Miss Chips... I’m not bothered by you at all. I’m very happy that you tell me these things, but...”
"If I were to disappear abruptly one day, who would you tell these things to? Will anyone accompany you shopping like me? Will someone accompany you to eat delicious food like me?”
“Each time you’re unhappy, you’ll only share it with me, and you rely on me. I’m really happy... but you have to learn how to rely on Anna too. She’s a very dependable adult, and I believe that she can take care of you if I have to leave someday.
"No matter when it is, I really like it when Miss Chips smiles..."
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[ SHAW ]
“Miss, can I buy you a drink? "The strange man across the bar is holding two glasses of cocktails, offering one to you.
"No, I still..."
"Just one glass? You won’t get drunk. I just want to find someone to chat with."
"No, I... I..."
You keep refusing, but the man opposite remains enthusiastic.
"Hey, MC, what are you doing here? Let's go."
A familiar voice drifts to your ears, and two long legs in ripped jeans stride over.
"Shaw!" You stand up in surprise, lunging into his arms. Shaw was sensible this time and didn't wear clothes with rivets on them.
"And you. Don't ask someone else's girlfriend to drink. Let's go."
After that, he pulls you out of the dark and small bar.
"MC, what were you doing there?”
"Hehe, there’s some downtime at work, so I had to celebrate with a drink! I’ll also have a drink with you after your graduation thesis gets approved!"
"..."
"Next time, don’t come to such places. If you want to drink, drink at home. If you get drunk here, no one will care about you."
"No! I'll call you if I drink too much! You’ll come to pick me up immediately, won't you!"
Shaw releases your hand, and the street lamp casts an elongated shadows.
"Then what if I’m gone one day? What if I can’t rush to you in time? What would you do if you’re bullied by others? Are you stupid?"
It's the first time you see Shaw looking at you so seriously. Although the light is against his back and you can't see his facial features, you can vaguely see that his expression reveals an aura of worry.
“If I were to leave someday, who do you think would send you home? Who will help you reject the cocktail? Kiki?"
"Shaw... I...”
“Next time, drink at home. It’d be a little safer at home. Don't drink too much. It's best to bring a female friend with you.”
"Don't let me worry about you all the time, okay..."
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One-shot: When he witnesses you complimenting someone else
This work, 目睹女朋友垮了自己兄弟怎么办？, was originally written by 喵小柒吃很少 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸
“Eli, I’m telling you the truth. You have a really nice voice!”
Gavin steps out of the interrogation room, his expression incredibly solemn from dealing with the case at hand. The moment he hears his girl complimenting Eli, another wave surges on the already unsettled waters.
Even if he’s enraged, he can’t show it in front of his girlfriend and fellow colleague. After pondering over it, Mr Commander decides to enter the conversation with his usual demeanour.
“...cough, you came?”
It’s just that his cough was even more deliberate than usual, and of a higher decibel, as though wanting to draw their attention to him.
“Huh? Gavin, you’re done with work?” His girl’s attention shifts to him in an instant, and he feels slightly better. But he’s still a little upset from earlier, and the simmering anger has yet to be dispelled completely.
“Mm...”
At a glance, Eli sees through Gavin. However, he decides to give in to mischief. Even if Gavin were to command him to run laps afterwards, he couldn’t care less...
“Old Gav, you’re here. Sis-in-law, what did you say earlier? I couldn’t hear you properly.”
“Huh?” The girl gullibly and very seriously thinks back to what she said. “...oh right! I said that you have a really nice voice!”
With this, Gavin tosses Eli an evidently upset look, gritting his teeth and calling his name. “...Eli?”
At this point, Eli knows that he’s gone too far. Seeing Gavin’s darkened expression, he hurriedly finds a way to escape. “I suddenly remembered that I have a case to handle. I’ll leave now.”
After Eli flees from the scene, Gavin quickly recovers his composure, returning to how he usually interacts with the girl.
“...earlier, you said that Eli has a nice voice?”
“Mmhmm?” The girl’s bright eyes are on Gavin. In an instant, he doesn’t feel as jealous as he was before.
“Cough... is my voice... not nice to hear?”
“Pfft.” The girl can’t help but chuckle at Gavin’s hesitance. “Of course it’s nice too~”
“Too?”
“What I mean is, Mr Commander also has a nice voice!”
“Then... is it nicer than Eli’s?”
The question slipped out of Gavin before he even realised it. His eyes, which were looking directly into the girl’s earlier, are frantically averted.
“Let me think about it...”
The girl pretends to be deeply contemplative. Just before Gavin’s pangs of jealousy are once again ignited, the girl suddenly stands on her tip-toes, pressing her lips against his ear and saying softly:
“I think the one who lives with me has a nicer voice~”
“Also... it’s the best in the entire universe!”
“This answer... are you satisfied with it?”
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One-shot: Mr Commander is especially clingy the day before your business trip
This work, 我出差的前一天，指挥官先生格外地黏人..., was originally written by 喵小柒吃很少 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸
A large figure suddenly appears from behind you, causing you to exclaim.
“Gav, what are you doing?!” Your hands instinctively tremble as you pack your luggage, causing the pile of clothes to fall.
But Gavin doesn’t seem to have any intention of leaving. He presses his entire frame against your back, both hands wrapped around your waist.
“Mm... nothing much,” he answers with a drawl. “I just got off work, and I’m tired.”
So why is he latching onto me since he’s tired?
Resigned, you turn your head to the side, looking at him. “Let me pack first, okay? I have to board the plane early tomorrow...”
“I’ll send you there.” His face is mere inches away, and his warm breaths burrow into your ear. Your face flushes in an instant, and you hurriedly turn your face away.
You recall how this man wasn’t like this a few years ago - his face used to flush before yours did. Did the innocent and pure senior, who would become too shy to even speak once you were nearby, get swallowed up whole by the person behind you?
After spending much effort in persuading him to sit on the sofa, you manage to extricate yourself and successfully pack your luggage.
However... just when you finish washing your face and prepare to head to bed early, Mr Commander once again “restarts” his clinginess. The moment you lie down on the bed, Gavin embraces you from behind.
“Don’t move. Let me hug you for a little longer.” His tight grip prevents you from moving. “Just for a little while.”
You have reason to believe that you’ve actually married an animal which loves to attack from behind.
“Gavin, don’t mess around. I’m so tired...”
“Cough. What did you call me?”
“Gavin Gavin Gavin!”
Hoping that he’d release his hold once you’ve enraged him, you call your husband by his full name several times.
...
Silence. The only response you get is silence.
Is he genuinely angry...? You turn your head slightly, wanting to peek at his reaction. At this moment, the sound of an urgent ringtone interrupts this awkward atmosphere.
Gavin unwillingly releases his grip, then picks up his phone. “Hello? Eli, you...”
He pauses, then speaks coldly. “There’s no need to tell me about such trivial matters. You can handle it yourself. I’m hanging up.”
Despite what he says, you always have the feeling that you’re taking up precious public resources...
“Do you have work to do...?”
“Nope.”
Sensing the moodiness his voice, you decide to coax your Mister quickly. While he places the phone back onto the bedside table, you give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Turns out you were worried over nothing earlier.
Because right after your action, Gavin returns to how he was before. This time, he doesn’t simply hug you tightly, but goes one step further to plant a kiss onto your lips.
He chuckles softly.
“A sneak attack? Looks like you don’t plan to go on the business trip tomorrow.”
“No, no! I’m sleeping now!”
He doesn’t respond for a long time. Then, he breaks the silence with a question. “When... will you be back?”
“A week. What’s up?”
“Nothing...” he looks as though he has something to say, but stops. Finally, he speaks. “Mm. What did you call me earlier?”
“I was in the wrong, Mr Commander!”
Knowing exactly what he’s asking for, you decide to play along.
“Cough. Not that.”
“In that case... Commander Gavin?”
Today, you’re a girl looking for trouble.
“Still wrong.” Gavin frowns.
“Hahahaha hubby, hubby! Is this okay now?” You give up on bullying him. Shaking with laughter, you obediently give him the answer he wants.
“...go to sleep.” Gavin chuckles. “Goodnight, my... wife.”
- Fin -
(Who says Mr Commander doesn’t get shy even after marriage? When he said this, his face was definitely red. It’s just that the surroundings were too dark, and you couldn’t see it properly. *places hands on hips*)
(Also, I actually have something to say to Mr Commander - “Old Gav, I’m not as clingy when you’re the one going on missions!” *places hands on hips*)
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