[CN] Gavin’s Winning the Championship Date (Summary)
🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date (夺冠之约) which has not been released in EN 🍒
The champion position and glory belong to us.
In order to film a show on motorcycle racing, I form a fleet at the last minute. On the day of filming, I didn’t expect a mysterious “substitute competitor” to appear...
“Mr Gavin, why don’t you have a pre-interview with me to test out the effects?” I lift a bottle of water towards Gavin. “Why do you like motorcycles?”
“I don’t have a clear answer.”
“By the time I realised it, I already liked them.”
“In that case, are there any motorcycle-related experiences which left a deep impression on you?”
Gavin is silent for a moment. He seems to think of something, then chuckles softly.
“The time it overturned.”
“Overturned? When did that happen? You can tell me in secret - this will definitely not be disclosed to the public.”
Gavin looks at me, and he speaks in a volume only the both of us can hear -
“The time when I rode on a snowmobile with the girl I like.”
The snow field in my memories is cool, but the breath at my ear causes the temperature of my ear to rise.
[Note] This is a reference to Snow Mountain Date!
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I know this is out of the blue, but do you have comfort brainrot or headcanons? Some irl things are getting to me lately, and you write some of the best stuff out there. Even the brainrot lmao.
of course!! we all need comfort sometimes <33 and omg thank you for the compliment!! i'm so happy you like my stuff
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Warnings for potential crying, overwork, lack of energy, and food
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-Sometimes, life can really get you down
-It’s to the point where it’s getting more and more difficult to find the positive side in anything
-And it’s REALLY starting to grate on your nerves
-You decided to take today off to spend at home after about a week of struggling through routine
-And yet you still tried to do work, just from home
-Because you’re like that
-However, working from home is different than actually going into work
-Mainly because your workplace doesn’t allow clingy moth monsters
-But now that you’re home every once in a while (aka often) you’ll see your own clingy moth monster poke his head into the room
-Childe’s been concerned about you for a while
-Every night you’d come home looking more stressed and worried, even if you told him you were fine
-So when he sees you writing away with your hand in your hair when you were supposed to be resting, he decides to take matters into his own hands
-He goes to the kitchen and assembles a tray with your favorite snacks and some water
-On the way back to your office he grabs some blankets and pillows
-And he also takes a small box filled with miscellaneous items that make him happy
-He quietly swings the door open and slips back into the room
-Usually he knocks but right now it’s an emergency and he doesn’t want you to say no
-You now have your head ON your desk and your pen thrown aside
-You try to quickly look like you were working but he KNOWS that you’re not “just fine”
-He places the tray of food on your desk and walks over to you, gently nudging your side and chittering questioningly
-You simply sigh and put your head back on the desk as a silent nod of permission telling that he could stay
-Childe moves the tray to the ground and suddenly lifts you out of your chair and sits on the floor, holding you in his arms
-He sits you on his lap and lets you lean against his chest, arranging blankets around you both
-You hear a strong purr, a steady rumble as he strokes your hair and cuddles you
-He lifts your head gently so you’re looking at him and tilts his own head
-A question, this time asked directly
-There’s a sense of pleading, please tell him what’s wrong
-You bury your face into his fluff and stay silent for a few minutes
-Eventually you begin to talk about the hell that your life had been, your hands scrunching to fists in his fluff
-Whatever you do- cry, scream, rant- Childe continues to snuggle you, purring and consoling you and making sounds of agreement
-His chirps and growls are soft and tender as he nuzzles his cheek against your own
-He helps you eat some snacks and drink water, and you feel weight slowly lifting off your shoulders
-He also shows you the aforementioned box, which is full of sparkly and pretty things that he's collected
-They help him when he's feeling sad, so hopefully they'll help you too!! There are also a few items he wanted to give you when you got home
-You mood lifts, and you feel more like your old self as you talk and joke with Childe
-He brightens when he sees you happier, purring like a motor and pulling you into an even tighter hug
-The pillows and papers lay forgotten, his fluff better than any pillow in your house
-As you fall asleep you allow yourself to forget about tomorrow and its troubles, preferring to focus on the blissful present
-Childe puts his head on top of yours, and in each other’s embrace, you sleep
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Thinking about later that night when Hunter and Cyare are settling in and Cyare is just thinking about how sweet Crosshair is with her babies and suddenly she has the overwhelming urge to find him a partner and she’s got to talk it out with Hunter. XD
She’s nestled against Hunter’s chest, her head falling back into his shoulder as he dutifully soothes away the ache, rubbing circles over her swollen belly while at the same time pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulders; all the places that have her melting into him.
“Better?” He murmurs against her skin.
She’s irrevocably at peace, having achieved the highest level possible for someone eight months pregnant.
“Much,” she breathes, settling against him with only warm thoughts pervading. He reads her like an open book.
He’s in his own little paradise too, behind her, doting over his unborn child, rich hands cresting longingly over her swell. He’s always his most settled when he’s feeling for baby.
“Just thinking about a certain sniper Uncle. He’s so good with the girls.” Her pining is thick in the air, and she pauses to let it settle in order to get the full effect. “We need to find Crosshair a companion.”
Hunter chuckles noncommittally. “I’m not sure he’s ready for that.”
Cyare cranes her neck to look back at him, wearing the most solemn expression he’s ever seen. “Is anyone ever truly ready? And don’t say you,” she wags a finger in his face. “We met at the most inopportune time.”
“Yet here we are, having our second baby.”
She hums. “You’re too ambitious for your own good.”
“You don’t seem to mind it.”
“Getting off topic, Sarge,” she flicks his forehead, and sighs against him. “All of the boys are wonderful with them but with Crosshair it’s just… I don’t know… it’s different,” she searches. “He’s so protective and nurturing in a way I recognize in someone else.”
Hunter laughs, more incredulous this time. “Crosshair and I are very different.”
“But you both share the same core instincts, just in ways individual to you. I see it because I have my own, as a mother.”
Hunter thinks on that. “You think Crosshair will ever be a Buir one day?”
“I don’t know; it’s hard to say,” she clicks her tongue. “I think a lot would have to happen, first. But he would be a wonderful Buir. I tell him all the time,” she chuckles to herself. “I don’t think he believes me. Or wants to believe me.”
“Cross is bashful when he wants to be.”
“Entirely self-assured, I say. He knows he’s good. But, regardless,” she entwines her fingers with his. “Whatever path he chooses, more than anything I just want him to be happy.”
Hunter pulls her close, his chest tightening, voice cracking against the shell of her ear. “Me too.”
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