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fanged-fanfics · 3 days ago

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☆ "Embrace sweetness eternal~" - Eternal Sugar Cookie x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt is Reader willingly stayed in the Garden cause they're with Eternal Sugar :] No spoilers since this outfit is technically an AU

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

When was the last time the sun shone too hot? When the winds chilled your dough, or a meal came to you that was just a little imperfect? Even the smallest of vices felt a million miles away ever since you'd joined Eternal Sugar in her paradise. Your every wish and whim was catered to, and above all else, the Beast of Sloth was by your side the whole way. She'd hold your hand at every opportunity, whisper sweet words in your ears to soothe your sleep. Truly, it was the perfect home, with the perfect life.

That is until a sharp jolt jostled the cloud you'd been sleeping on. Startled, you sat up, seeing two residents of the Garden giving you a very worried look. "Ah- please excuse us!" The first cried "We simply wanted to play for a bit, and-! The ball...". The two inhabitants looked to where their yellow ball was stuck in the front of your soft, wispy cushion. The warm embrace around your waist suddenly receeded. The weight next to you shifted, a ring of flowers atop pink hair stirring. Eternal Sugar sat up from where she'd been napping beside you, fixing the new faces with a strained smile. "You disturbed our rest... now, how shall we punish you?" She spoke, her tone cold on the edges despite her attempt to sound sweet

The two immediately panicked, one practically throwing themself on the ground to bow "Please forgive us! It was an accident!". The other followed suit, keeping their eyes down "Yes, yes! We meant no harm! It was just-". "Just an interruption to my sweetling's rest" Eternal Sugar cut in. She huffed, cupping your cheeks in her palms, expression turning sympathetic "Are you alright, dearest?~". You nodded, giving her a smile "Of course. Accidents happen, right?" You said, turning to the others with a reassuring smile. Eternal Sugar gave them a cold sideways glance "Yes... they do"

She took in a deep breath, moving her hands to cup yours "If you're sure you're alright, I suppose it can be just a warning this time~ run along now!~". You leaned down, plucking the ball from the cloud and gently tossing it in the direction of the other two. The one on the right caught it, nodding vigorously "Yes! I-It won't happen again, thank you!" They said, before they both bolted away. Once it was fully quiet, Eternal Sugar sighed. She scooted closer to you, tucking you into her side "My poor love~ I bet they ruined such a sweet dream from your perfect little head"

"Ah, it's okay" you said, snuggling up into her warm embrace "I could take another in a few minutes, maybe". "Do you not wish to now?" Eternal Sugar asked, frowning a little in concern. "Not just yet" you hummed "I've got many beauties my eyes wish to see before they close again. Especially you, my beloved". You grinned as you saw a deep pink flush her cheeks, and the fond chuckle that followed. "You're such a charmer, my love!~ How lucky I am to be the subject of your sweetness~"

You chuckled as well, right as she pressed her cheek to yours "If my darling can't rest, maybe we can have a meal together~ I've recently gotten in some of the finest jellies. Won't you try some with me?". "I'd love to" you replied, nuzzling into her face. She pulled back, her arms coming under your legs and behind your back. With a gentle motion, she scooped you up against her chest. "I can make it off of the cloud, dearest" you chuckled fondly. Eternal Sugar spread out her wings, fluttering the two of you upright "Ah-ah-ah! My little sweetling doesn't have to lift a thing, that's a promise I made to you~"

With just a few flaps, her wings carried you both to the grass. You carefully got back on your own standing, kissing Eternal Sugar's cheek after doing so. "You should let me spoil you sometime. I'd love to return the favor" you said. That familiar blush returned, her eyes sparkling with admiration "You truly are the sweetest~ come, my love, I have the perfect spot for us~"

With her hand held in yours, the two of you began walking to your favorite snack spot. The easygoing smile was back on Eternal Sugar's face, making you grin as well. She'd do anything to keep you happy, but your heart longed to bring her the same joy. Here, in this paradise you both share, you made a promise in your mind. The blooming bringer of Sloth will one day allow herself to be spoiled by your hands, you were determined to see to it

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 2 days ago

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Motivation by Normani

➥ J. MacTavish: Johnny was given explicit instructions to not get wrapped up with the pretty lass dressed up in booty shorts and the air brush t-shirt.

CW: suggestive. oral sex fem receiving. 18+ mdni

Block Party master list

Johnny couldn't understand how Kyle dealt with the northeastern heat. He also didn't understand why Kyle didn't want to get to the party early until he was actually helping to set up the party they were invited to. It was supposed to start at 1 pm and at 1:30 tables were being set up and he heard someone talk about running to the store for more ice.

“And you wanted to be on time and now we have to be part of the set up crew.” Kyle grumbled as he helped Johnny carry out another table.

“It was Cap who kept saying it would be rude to show up late!” Johnny was sweating up a storm and had to strip off his shirt down to his undershirt.

Kyle could only roll his eyes, “And it's tragic that he's being put on kitchen duty. Fucking lucky Aunty Ruth likes him.”

Just as they were setting up another table Johnny could hear squeals and shouts. It was quick but before he knew it his friend was being tackled by a woman. She was full of energy, loud noise and dressed in as few clothes as she could get away with. Tiny blue jean shorts and a white t-shirt that was spray painted. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Was it rude to look? He hoped not.

“Kyle! Uncle Kirk told me you were coming! But I didn't think you'd be here helping with setting up!” She pulled away from him and grinned brightly. “And look at you! You're not a twig anymore!”

“Ugh, thanks cuz. The military will do that to you.” Kyle laughed, “I only made the trip because Dad said Nana was going into a home after this summer.”

“You should visit more often. I know your mom won't step foot in this neighborhood after the car bomb incident, but you're always welcome.” She smiles and laughs as Kyle shouts “allegedly!”

Johnny is still staring at her and finally she turns to look at him. Her bright gaze is outlined with bright makeup, and her lips are shiny and sparkling from the way the sun hits the gloss. Her shirt is not really a shirt, more like a suggestion of a shirt and he gets a good glimpse of her midriff.

Kyle glances at him and sighs, “Sugah, this is my teammate Soap-” he starts but is cut off.

“Johnny. You can call me Johnny.” His hands feel clammy for some reason. He wipes them on his shorts before he reaches his hand and she takes it. She gives her name but says that he can call her Sugah like everyone else, and he doesn't miss how her eyes roam over him. He only hopes he looks decent because he's been working and sweating.

“Cute accent!” She sideeyes her cousin and teases “You should hide him, he won't last the day with a face like that and voice like that.”

“Sugah!” Her name is called from the house and an angry older woman is standing there, hand on her hip, “Did you bring back anything I asked you for!?”

“Aunty Ruth is gonna kill you.” Kyle shoos her away.

“Chile, when is she not? Not like she can whoop us anymore.” She clicks her tongue with an exaggerated eye roll.

“Say that to her face.”

“I will not!” She punches Kyle in the arm and makes her way to the house, “Oh by the way!” She calls over her shoulder “Your girl is gonna be here this weekend so be nice and Johnny nice to meet you!”

Johnny felt like he was stuck and tongue tied. He wasn't really paying attention. How could he? His eyes watched her like a hawk and the only thing he could think of coherently was ‘How am I gonna get her in my bed?’

He's brought out of his trance by Kyle snapping his fingers in front of his face. “No Soap. Bad Soap. Do not and I mean do not try to sleep with my little cousin.”

“Ah wasn't gonna do tha!” Johnny deflects.

“You have that look on your face.” He deadpans him. “I know how you are, you can not think of her as a conquest.” His warning seems to be a bit much.

Johnny nudges him in the side as they head back to get more tables and chairs, “Nobody is thinking that. Am I not allowed to look?”

Johnny is a bit put out when Kyle doesn't smile, “Do not Soap...”

“Ye say it like it's a warning.” He doesn't see why Kyle is acting that way.

“Her shirt says Baby Girl in pink airbrush. Please ah beg.” Kyle doesn't say anything else.

You had just gotten back from doing the last minute shopping. Ice hadn't been bought and Aunt Ruth wanted more sodas and juice. When you had gotten to the house and seen your big cousin Kyle, you forgot all about your party chores. His people came from England after some hijinks that your Uncle Kirk often says ‘Most of that story is classified.’ Everyone got the impression it was a work thing that went left.

“Sugah,” Aunt Ruth frowned, “You not messing with them boys? They have work to do.” Aunt Ruth wasn't really your aunt, that you think. Maybe she was but the family lines were blurred. According to her, she watched after most of the kids on the block for as long as she could remember. Your father being one of them and Uncle Kirk being the other.

“Does it matter?” A low voice came from the dining room, “The party was supposed to start almost forty minutes ago, and the grill just got turned on and that poor English man doesn't know anything about a seafood boil but they're making him help with that.”

“Nita!” You shout and hug the older person sitting at the table, they were busy piping up deviled eggs to fry.

“Hey baby, don't be rude, this here is Simon.” They turn and smile at the quiet hulk of a man who is wearing a full on shiesty in the heat of the kitchen. “He came home with Kyle.”

Simon is quiet as he efficiently pipes the yolk back into the eggs. He glances up once and nods before going back to his designated task.

“Nita and Aunty, they are guests.” You manage to control the laugh you want to let out.

“Okay and?” Aunt Ruth is sharp in her words, no movement ever wasted. “Simon, you not hot under all those clothes?” She doesn't bother looking from her pot of whatever she's cooking.

“No ma'am.” He says and his voice is soft and quiet like he's too afraid of being too loud or seen.

“Actually Sugah, I need you to run back out and pick up two more watermelons and those hot dogs that Mini's chilren like.”

“Really, do you think gas just flies into my car for free?” You suck your teeth and stomp your foot before you even realize who you're talking to.

“Girl if you don't-” Aunt Ruth chucks a towel at you. You manage to duck only for it to hit Johnny as he comes into the house.

“Ack!” The sound of the wet smack of the towel hitting skin causes everyone to pause.

Simon looks up and watches quietly, but you see in his face that he is assessing his friend for damage.

“I can only imagine why Aunty was throwing a wet rag to begin with.” Kyle takes the rag and hands it back to Aunty Ruth. He looks at you and the only thing you offer him is a grin.

In a sing-song voice you skidaddle around Kyle, to avoid another towel, “I'm going Aunty, I was just playing. Ky come on-”

“No, Kyle needs to go out and help set up the grill and the pot and make sure Ernest isn't setting anything on fire.” Nita intervenes, “And if you two go anywhere, we'll see you both on the news in half an hour.”

The deep heavy sigh that leaves Kyle is comical, “That was years ago.”

Without missing a beat Nita continues, “If Kiersten wasn't able to get you all out of that, in fact, Mrs. Brown's tree had to be cut down because you five crashed your daddy's car into it. Poor thing could never rebound.”

“Sugah, take him” She waves her hand at Johnny, “With you if you want company so bad. Now get.”

You miss how Kyle is shooting Johnny a look as you grab his hand and pull him along, “Won't be long Aunty!” You shout and head right to your car.

The moment your altima pulls out the driveway you look at your new adventure buddy. “So how long have you and Ky known each other?” you take note that he's got a pretty blush to his skin from working in the heat. His hair is a bit damp from sweating the heat. Johnny gives you a dazzling smile, but it holds something more to it.

“I’ve known him for a few years, same team and all that.”

“He's such a killjoy and a smart ass. Not sure how you three put up with him to be honest.”

“He's not so bad.”

“I guess your version of him is different.”

“He said you're his little cousin?” Johnny probes slightly.

“Yeah, but he's only got me by like a month though. Why? Did he say something stupid?”

“Nae, not really…just curious about how you're related.”

“Well, me and Kyle, our dads are brothers, fraternal twins. Aunt Ruth who is hosting the party is like their Aunt or something, she raised them when their mom dropped them off and just didn't come back.” You shrug.

“So blood related.” He hums.

“Yeah?” You give him a side eye, “What's with playing connect the dots?”

“I'll be honest, bonnie, he told me not to have sex with you.” He has such a boyish and sheepish look about him when he says that. It's cute in a mischievous way.

“Ooh, I see. Trying to see how many times he's gonna hit you for hitting on me?” You like his honesty and return the same smile. “I won't tell if you won't tell, I mean you're not that bad looking.”

He makes a squawk of a noise, “Lassie I'll have you know I'm a ten!”

“To whom? The mohawk is like your solid five point that takes you to a solid eight out of ten.”

“I bet I could get the two extra points by using my mouth alone.” The wink he sends you makes you laugh.

“You wanna test that theory?”

“I feel like I should.”

“How about this?” You drive right past the grocery store, “If you make me nut with just like oral, I'll ruin you for every girl after me.”

“If you wanna just have a quick shag say so bonnie.” The cockiness is certainly something else.

“Nah.” You glanced at him, “Just motivation for you to put your best skills forward. I don't fuck dudes that can't make me cum on their fingers and tongue alone.”

The look he gives you should have told you everything you needed to know. It was heated, smug, and a little unhinged.

You had parked your car behind one of the abandoned strip malls. Both if your front car seats pushed up the way to give you both enough room in the back seat. Your legs were thrown open and over Johnny's shoulders, body bent at an odd angle. He's got two of his fingers pressed deep into you, curling them to graze just against your sweet spot. His m,outh is sealed over your clit while his tongue flicks rapidly over it. You had talked a big game not even fifteen minutes ago about how you don't cum easily from oral.

Oh how wrong you were.

Your hips bucked up against him as you try your best to wriggle away from him. “Johnny fuck, oh shit-” you gasp. He only groans and lets go of your clit and those pretty blue eyes stare up at you. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

0“None of that sweet lassie.” He kisses your inner thigh. Johnny seems different from between your legs. He isn't as giggly and charming, and is more like a fucking demon who won't let you go. “Come on sweet girl, you can do it.”

“I- I can't Johnny.” You're breathless as the pleasure swirls in your body. It twists throughout your veins, and pools at the base of your gut. A deep pressure as he pulls you apart bit by bit.

“You can sweet lass, you can. Fuck your cunt certainly says she can.” He looks down at where his fingers dip into you, curls against your g-spot and pulls out just enough. “She's begging for another orgasm, cryin’ for it.”

And the way he talks! The other guys on your roster would never and you're certain that you're gonna cry when he leaves with Kyle at the end of the visit. The sounds that he's pulling from you are anything but modest. You groan and moan, and you feel embarrassed at how wet your pussy sounds. You've already had two orgasms, maybe in hindsight you should have sucked him off first. Save yourself the embarrassment of this whole ordeal, but he said ‘ladies first’ and bullied you onto your back. You don't even notice that your orgasm is cresting through you until it happens.

“Fuck!” Your body feels like it's floating and falling all at once. He isn't even using his dick and it's just been his fingers and mouth. He sucks on your clit and prolongs your heightened pleasure. You twist and turn against his hold and the bastard holds you down with his arm across your stomach. “Johnny! Please!”

He yanks his fingers out of you and pulls his lips off of your clit with a wet pop. The devilish grin on his face and his lust blown eyes make your entire being throb for more.

“How-” you pant trying to come down from your high. “How long are you in town for?”

“The block party and a few days after. Why?” He teases you by nipping at your thigh again.

“You know damn well, you aren't staying with Kyle for the rest of your visit here. I'm kidnapping you and you're blowing out my back.”

The party was just starting at four when you had come back with the extra items that Aunty Ruth had sent you out for. Music drifted through the air. Your legs are wobbly and Johnny trails behind with the world's largest grin on his face. He looks like the cat that caught the bird. You both had to hastily put yourselves back together and if anyone was keeping track of the time, they would have noticed that you took Ingersoll than needed.

The kitchen is at capacity with pots and pans to be served out of, Aunty Ruth can be heard in the backyard yelling. “How did his beard almost get set on fire Ernest!”

Kyle is hurrying back into the kitchen to grab the med kit. He looks absolutely mortified but he stops when he sees you and Johnny and the state you are both in. He isn't impressed and looks disappointed.

“Soap…you didn't.” He glares.

“Didn't what?” Johnny plays dumb.

“What's going on?” You ask about the med kit.

“Cap called himself ‘grilling’ and Uncle Ernest egged him on and the grill went up in flames. His mutton chops are okay, but half an eyebrow is gone and some arm hair too.” But his glare hasn't left his friend. You awkwardly shuffle between the two of them.

“Kyle, now before you blow your top-”

“Gaz.” A slightly older man pops up behind Kyle. He looks like he was put through the wringer. Just like your cousin said, he was missing some hair and his facial hair was a bit singed. “We still do need the med kit for the Bluey bandaids.” He doesn't seem angry or annoyed, “Andre is insisting on it.”

You look down to find your friend's son suckered to the man's leg. “Hey Andre, what's up?” You ask the toddler.

“Big man on fire and he needs Bluey hugs and mommy kisses.” Andre answers, he hugs onto his leg and looks up. “Mommy will help and kiss it all better!”

Kyle couldn't decide on what he wanted to run interference on first. His boss and his older cousin, his friend and his little cousin, or the fact that Simon left with the family crash outs thirty minutes ago for a walk and he still isn't back. “I can't deal with this.” He handed the med kit over to the man, “Cap I need a smoke, be back in second. Don't let my uncle Ernest put you back on the grill.” He didn't say anything else as he left out the kitchen door in a hurry.

“What's wrong with him, Captain?” Johnny asked.

“Not sure, he spoke with some young woman earlier right before the grill went up in flames and he hasn't been in a good mood since.” He looks down at Andre, “Come on, let's get you back to your mum.”

You let out a sigh of relief as this meant you successfully avoided getting chewed out. “We probably shouldn't screw with each other.”

“Why not?” Johnny says, “Don't tell me you're gonna renege on your deal.”

“I'm not, it's just that you're only here for like three days, and I don't want you to accidentally like more than usual.” The laugh you give is sorta nervous.

“We'll worry about that when we get there bonnie.” He kisses you on the cheek.

Just as a side note. These shorts all take place at the same time. So we will see more of what the other guys are up to cause I promise I will show you all how he lost half his eyebrow, lol.

#johnny soap mactavish x black!reader #black!reader #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #call of duty fanfic #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish smut

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oopsiedaisydeer · 2 days ago

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almostlove!au headcanons - part two ...with sexhotline!reader and goldenboy!chris

fluff, light angst, smut, mentions of masturbation, fantasies, anonymous relationship

ib: the ever so lovely headcanons by @kiemiu !!! also a quick note!! these are set in the future, after daisy and chris finally meet :)

word count - 500ish

goldenboy!chris who keeps her voicemail from the night before they met saved in his notes app. it plays like a prophecy. she said, “don’t be nervous, golden boy. i already like you.” and he listens to it when he forgets how to breathe.

goldenboy!chris who still calls her every night, even though she’s in the next room. “go to sleep, daisy,” he mumbles. “i’ll be there in a sec.” but he stays on the line until she dozes off, just to hear her sigh.

goldenboy!chris who records the moment she walks into that café for the first time. her laugh, her voice, the way she says his name like she’s tasting it. he replays it every time she leaves the house without him.

goldenboy!chris who leaves her voice notes just to say “i missed you today,” even if they spent all day together. because she smiled at a stranger and he got jealous. because she looked at the sky and forgot to look at him. because missing her is just part of loving her now.

sexhotline!reader who still calls him “sun” when he’s sad. only now, she gets to kiss his hair and hold his hand when she says it.

sexhotline!reader who leaves messages like: “you forgot your charger, dummy. it’s on the nightstand. come home soon. i made pasta.” and his stomach flips because home is a word he only just started believing in.

goldenboy!chris who moans her name into her voicemail just to see if she’ll bring it up later. “you left me alone, daisy,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “how am i supposed to sleep without you wrapped around me?”

goldenboy!chris who sends her messages in the morning that start sweet and end filthy. “you looked so pretty sleeping beside me,” he says. “i wanted to wake you up with my mouth. tomorrow maybe.”

sexhotline!reader who teases him over audio, whispering: “remember the way you sounded last night? i do.” then plays a clip of him groaning into her shoulder, saying her name like a prayer.

sexhotline!reader who leaves him a message right after they’ve hooked up, while he’s in the shower. still breathless. still warm. “you ruined me,” she says. “do it again.”

sexhotline!reader who moans into the mic when she’s on her period just to torment him. “hurts,” she pouts. “but maybe you could make me feel better, baby. with your mouth. your fingers. anything.”

goldenboy!chris who still sends her audio files of him jerking off when she’s out of town visiting her family. he pants her name like it’ll summon her. begs her to come back. whines, “daisy, please,” like he might fall apart without her.

sexhotline!reader who once left him a two-minute recording of her moaning into his pillow while wearing nothing but his hoodie. he didn’t speak to anyone all day. just replayed it. hand between his legs. lips parted. ruined.

goldenboy!chris who cries a little the first time she rides him and says “i missed your voice.” because now he doesn’t have to imagine it. now he gets everything. the sounds. the touch. the fucking realness of her.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

a/n: here they are 😇 ik no one asked but um! idc! have more hcs :p

thank you so much for reading!! likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated :)

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musubi05 · 2 days ago

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Could you do a actress reader who plays winchesters sister where she comes into the dressing room and everything looking pale and overwhelmed but plays it off to jared and jensen that’s she fine (even though they don’t believe her) then they go to film a scene and she ends up passing out

╰┈➤ Acting Fine

Jensen Ackles x actress!reader (platonic)

Jared Padalecki x actress!reader (platonic)

Summary: You felt off today but you didn't bother on checking for a fever. You regretted it instantly after the scene you caused. Warnings: Passing out and hospitals

The minute you woke up from your dream, you knew something was wrong. It wasn't just the pounding in your skull or the desperate thirst that had you downing nearly two bottles of water. It was the heaviness that wrapped around your body like lead, the kind of ache that lingered deep in your bones. Even the comforting darkness of the trailer, usually your safe place, didn't help.

Still, you pushed yourself up from the bed, wincing as the movement sent a pulse of pain through your head. The past two days have been rough with filming. Rough to the point where sleeping in the trailer was easier for you instead of going to one of the boys or your house. Today was supposed to be a big one. A lot of the episode centered around your character and her brothers, a rare opportunity for the three of you to dig deep emotionally. You'd been looking forward to it, even rehearsed your lines twice last night despite the pounding in your head. You didn't want to let them down.

Dragging yourself to the tiny bathroom in the trailer, you began the slow process of brushing your teeth and hair. Even that felt like lifting weights. Every movement required effort, every light you flicked on felt like staring directly into the sun. The fatigue in your limbs wasn't normal. Neither was the buzzing in your ears, like someone had turned up the static in your brain.

Still, you didn't dare look in the mirror. Not because you were afraid of what you'd see, but because you already knew - you looked as bad as you felt. You were about to step out when something caught your eye: a coffee cup with a breakfast sandwich placed on the mini kitchen counter. Your favorite. The kind of sandwich you usually inhaled before your coffee even had a chance to cool. But just the smell of it this morning turned your stomach.

Next to the food was a note:

Good morning, kiddo. Got you your favorite. We'll be in the dressing room waiting for you. - your favorite person

P.S. your favorite person is me, right? - Jar

P.S.S. Don't listen to him. We all know it's me. - Jen

The corners of your lips curved a little bit as you could practically hear their voices in the note. You didn't have the heart to throw the food out, so you gently placed it in the mini fridge. But you grabbed the coffee anyway. Maybe the caffeine would do something. Anything.

The morning air felt cold as you stepped into the dressing trailer, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on your pale skin. You barely glanced at your reflection as you set your coffee down with a trembling hand, hoping neither Jared nor Jensen would notice how off you felt. Of course, that was wishful thinking.

You can feel their worried stares watching you as you make your way over to the closet to get your outfit. Jared sitting on the couch already looking like Sam was the first to speak up. "Morning, Y/n. I see you saw the food."

You put on the best smile you can hold right now. "Yeah I did. It was delicious." You set the outfit down on an empty chair. "The note was funny too."

Jensen chuckled a little bit from his makeup chair. "I am your favorite right?"

"Uh, I'd like to object. I'm obviously the best." Jared said with his finger pointing up like a nerd.

"I don't know how you guys aren't related." You rolled your eyes and went to the bathroom to change. You went slower than usual making sure that you don't get too dizzy. After getting your clothes on you, splashed some warm water on your face hoping that it'll help wake you up. You stared down at the sink a little longer before going back out there.

"Hey, Zabrina had to run out to go get something but she'll be back soon." Jensen reported to you. As he walked by he rested his hand on your shoulder going for the couch next to Jared but stopped instead. "Are you feeling okay?"

You forced a laugh, waving him off like it was nothing. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just didn't sleep much. Long night." It sounded believable enough, but inside, you felt like you were unraveling. Your chest was tight, your limbs shaky, and there was a strange buzzing in your ears that hadn't gone away since you woke up. Still, you couldn't afford to be the one who slowed things down. You sat down on your chair and straightened your shoulders, hoping Zabrina would do enough to hide the shadows under your eyes.

Jared glared at you through the mirror but you didn't stare back. Instead, you pulled out your phone and looked through Instagram trying to look distracted. The only thing distracting you was the pounding in your head.

Soon, Zabrina did come back with a few new makeup tools and started with you right away. Charmaine also came in and made sure your hair was good for the cameras in the messy bun your character always have. Jensen and Jared kept doing the talking as you kept quiet and listened. You'd mostly join in on the conversations but you were too tired to care enough.

"Girly, are you doing okay? You're pretty warm." Zabrina asked but in a low whisper as she put the brushes down.

You shook your head with an innocent smile. Your eyes big as if you didn't know what she was talking about. "All good. It might just be the layers of this costume." That wasn't really a lie. There were lots of layers for the scene today sense it was supposed to be taking place outside in the middle of the night. Anyone would feel a bit warm in this.

She just nod her head and dismissed you. You got out of your seat a bit too fast - your eye sight turns into a fuzzy black and gray blur. You held onto the counter for some support, having to blink away the clouds in your eyes.

"Hey, you sure you're doing okay?" Jared asked. Jensen immediately got up, ready to dive if you fell.

You stood up straight and grabbed the coffee cup. "Never better. You guys are such worry-warts. Don't you guys get a bit dizzy when you stand up too fast?"

"No... not really." Jared says as if you asked him if the sky was purple. Jensen stood there just watching you walking out the trailer with a smile on your face.

Jared was about to follow you immediately but Jensen put a hand on his chest to prevent him from moving. "Let's keep an eye on her," he said quietly. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Jared let out a breath of air and patted Jensen on the back before catching up to you.

The bunker set was warm under the studio lights, the familiar hum of equipment and crew bustling around offering some strange comfort. The cameras rolled, and you fell into character as the long-lost Winchester sister, standing firm beside her brothers in the face of another supernatural threat. You could do this. You'd done it a hundred times before.

Jensen said his line then Jared delivered his. You said yours better than you thought you would. No hesitation. No stutter. Maybe today wasn't going to be bad. It's just some dialogue and walking around, not some crazy fight scene.

A few hours later, you guys have gotten through some scenes. Was it easy? No. You wanted to go in the bathroom and throw up sometimes. You tried to drink water but your stomach hated every drop for some reason. The twists and turns it made when you walked over to the little snack table was painful. Yet, you still held back from asking for a break or telling someone something's wrong. Jensen and Jared mostly called for the breaks. You didn't want everyone to think your overreacting and make their day any longer.

This scene now might be the end of you. It feels like gravity is your worse nightmare with how hard it's holding you down. You can feel your body get colder by every word that was spoken. Right as Jensen delivered his line and Jared stepped toward you in the scene, the world suddenly tilted. Your vision blurred, black creeping in from the edges. You swayed, tried to focus, but the sound faded to a distant echo.

Voices swirled in and out like waves, too muffled to make sense. For a moment, you weren't even sure where you were. The familiar scent of the set - dust, wood, faint cologne - was replaced by antiseptic and something cold pressed against your forehead.

"Y/N!" Jared lunged forward, catching you just before your head hit the floor. The camera operator cursed and the director called cut, but no one moved until they saw you weren't getting up.

"Call a medic!" someone yelled.

Jensen was immediately kneeling beside you, helping Jared lower you gently. "She's burning up," Jensen muttered, panic creeping into his voice. "Y/n, hey - come on, open your eyes."

You didn't respond.

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You were unconscious, curled under a blanket with cold compresses pressed to your forehead and neck. Your lips were pale, skin still clammy, but your breathing had evened out a little.

Jared paced the length of the room, chewing the inside of his cheek raw. Jensen sat beside you, barely blinking as he watched for any movement.

"I should've said something earlier," Jared muttered, stopping by the sink. "I saw it. She looked terrible when she walked in."

"We both saw it," Jensen said. "She told us she was fine. We should've known better."

"Yeah, but she's like us, man. She doesn't want to be the reason anyone has to stop production."

Jensen nodded slowly. "Yeah, that's what scares me."

The silence hung heavy between them.

Then your fingers twitched.

You blinked slowly, your eyes adjusting to soft lighting overhead. Not set lighting. Fluorescent, clinical. The medic trailer.

"Hey - hey, she's waking up." Jared's voice, low but urgent, tugged you fully into consciousness. You turned your head toward the sound, wincing at the pounding in your skull.

Jensen appeared in your field of vision, crouched next to the cot with a furrowed brow and that rare look of real fear in his eyes - the kind you'd only seen when something unscripted happened on set. "Hey. Easy," he said gently. "Don't move too fast."

"What…?" your voice came out hoarse. You tried to sit up, but Jensen's hand was already on your shoulder, steady and firm.

"You passed out," Jared said quietly, standing just behind Jensen with his arms crossed and his expression unusually serious. "Mid-scene. Scared the hell out of everyone."

Your brows knit as you processed that. The last thing you remembered was Jared stepping toward you in character, and then… nothing.

"I told you I was fine," you murmured, half in defense, half in shame.

Jensen let out a slow breath, something tight in his posture finally easing - just a little. "Yeah, well, you're a shitty liar."

Jared nodded, his jaw tense. "You should've said something instead of just 'fine'. You looked off the moment you walked in."

"I didn't want to screw up the schedule," you whispered, your throat tightening - not just physically. "We've already been behind and-"

"Hey." Jared cut you off, his voice softer now as he moved closer. "You don't screw things up by being human. You're not just a character, alright? You're you."

Jensen glanced at the medic, who gave a small nod and stepped out, leaving the three of you in a moment of quiet that felt heavier than any scene you'd filmed.

"You were burning up fast. You were probably running a fever all day." Jensen added, every word filled you with embarrassment. You couldn't believe you had passed out in front of everyone.

You looked between them, tears burning behind your eyes, but you blinked them back. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Jared said. "Just… don't do that again. If something's wrong, say something. We've got your back. You don't have to carry stuff alone - on-screen or off."

Jensen sat back, rubbing a hand down his face. "Okay, so you're gonna rest, and then we'll talk about how you face-planted in the most dramatic way possible."

You gave a weak laugh, and for the first time all day, it didn't feel forced.

"Deal," you whispered.

"Oh also," Jensen smiled as he pulled a bag and a water bottle from the ground, "your sandwich, missy."

You groaned, knowing where this is going. "Jen, I don't think I can eat anything right now."

"Just a few bites to get something in you. Please?" Jensen asked.

"Don't make me use the puppy eyes." Jared warned. Those damn eyes. They'll always be lethal. You reached your hand out flat and Jensen placed the bag in your hand. You slowly and unwillingly took a bite of the sandwich.

"That's our girl." Jensen smiled and ruffled your hair softly.

#spn #supernatural #winchester sister #supernatural x reader #supernatural x sister #dean x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam x sister!reader #winchesters x sibling #dean winchester x sister!reader #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #fanfic #jared x reader #jared padalecki #Jensen ackles x actress!reader #Jared Padalecki x actress!reader

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ichxgo · 3 days ago

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He feels one side of his mouth pull into a smirk. “So when you say you’ll dig me a pit, am I business or fun?” Which is his entire takeaway.

“You know exactly how I use it.” He rolls his eyes, but only a little, the entire gesture is too much right now. “Obviously because I’m obsessed with you, and sometimes it seemed important to make sure you were still breathing.” He says it like it’s a joke, it’s not. “You’re the one making it weird, I was being thorough.” Because he couldn’t always sleep and sometimes it just fixed all the ridiculous voices whispering in the back of his head.

“Well, that’s true.” Not that he needs to feed Shiro’s ego. “Alongside. Not fucking them. I’d fuck them. You’re really missing the point.” Which is that it’s his fantasy. Not Shiro’s. And in this fantasy there’s basically just two Shiro.

He snorts. “My own phone. Both of them. My weapons.” His favorite knife. Just because he sleeps better when it’s around, not that he’s about to say so. He almost says clothes, but that seems superfluous. He’ll just wear whatever Shiro has.

Ichigo finishes the rest of his glass. The wave of vertigo hits hard, nothing to do with balance, since he’s sitting down. Too much to drink. Too little else. He drags in a breath.

“I should tell you too.” His words slur slightly, but he pushes through. “You know a lot of it.”

Everything feels tangled, he should stop drinking, but he pushes his glass forward anyway. “I usually work with Urahara. He’s not my boss, but I trust him more than a lot of people. He vets a lot of my jobs and sometimes sends me some. But a while back… I took a freelance job from Aizen.” Not a small name and he doubts he needs to explain that part. “It was supposed to be straightforward. Get a client list, buyers, order codes, names. In exchange, Aizen gets my old man out of prison.”

A bitter sound leaves him. “Didn’t happen like that. Turned out Aizen wanted to take down the whole trafficking ring. Which… fine. I wanted that too. I’d have done it for free. I’m pretty damn clear about that.”

He leans forward on his elbows, brow furrowing. “But when I got close to the head of the ring, someone leaked Aizen’s name.” He exhales, voice thinning. “Aizen gave me two options. Go after the guy and die, or go after him and win. Either way, Aizen gets what he wants. Dead, I’m his scapegoat. Alive, the ring’s head is gone and there’s no retaliation.” He doubts he needs to explain.

A pause. Another slow breath. “He’s got people inside the prison. If I refused, my dad wouldn’t survive. So either I agreed or they killed him. No real choice. My old man’s tough, but…”

His fingers twitch against the glass and he clears his throat. “I don’t know how long they had me there. But that guy—the one at the top—he needs to be dead before Aizen figures out I’m not. So I need to figure it out or make a call.”

He crosses his arms. "Running for fun is stupid. Running isn't fun." Not that digging holes is fun. "I've had to use a shovel on more than one occasion for business, not for fun. I've run for business too. See the difference?"

It's too easy but he goes for it anyway. "It's all in how you use it." He thinks Ichigo's always been something of a figurative guard dog, for him, to his sisters, probably ever since he was little. He physically and mentally pauses, then makes a face. "Why're you being weird? Why were you watching me sleep?" He shakes his head, waves it off, "all the more reason for you to stay here and take over." Ichigo's not exactly the typical culprit, he's a trained professional, not some thug with a grudge, but still. Fucking weirdo.

He looks up and over at Ichigo, searching his face briefly, before he takes a drink and looks away. It's nice, it really is, but Ichigo's wrong and he's never been more ashamed of anything in his life than his relapse. "I'd probably beat you to it."

He scoffs and copies Ichigo's "Hmm." But with some sarcasm in it. Hmm. What kind of bullshit?

"Because I'm unimaginably, unfairly hot. That's why. No way there's a second rate version of me runnin' around that's somehow more hot." Sounds like Ichigo's wet dream. "Yeah, I mean they'd have the same genes, right? Of course they'd be hot, just not as hot as me." He's the big sibling, obviously. He arches a brow. "It'd be less weird for me to fuck my sibling?"

Yeesh. Ichigo's brave for letting them get their information from the media but they're his family, not Shiro's. He nods, "Good. You should." But, "What do you need?" He can probably acquire it.

#threads #thepallidking #Anskshs he checks ichigo's two boxes #good at his job and offputting in a way shiro couldn’t possibly find attractive

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ineffectualdemon · 7 hours ago

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Shang Qinghua was 17 when he met Mobei Jun and Wei Qingwei, Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu all were already head disciples and had their courtesy names at that point

Which since 16/17 is I believe roughly the age when Shen Qingqiu joined the sect and Shang Qinghua took at least 2 more years to get the head disciple position that means that it's reasonable to assume that Shen Jiu is at least roughly 2 years older then Shang Qinghua because he wasn't at the sect long before becoming head disciple. I suppose he could have done it in a year but being named succeeding disciple after two years make the most sense to me.

It's still quick and but it's more believable

Which is just something to keep in mind because I see a lot of disciple fics that have Shang Qinghua intervene and warn Yue Qingyuan or something or help him out but realistically that couldn't have happened.

If Yue Qingyuan was 13-14ish when he got accepted to Cang Qiong (let's say he was a little old but not too much) and Shen Jiu was 12 then Shang Qinghua couldn't have been older then 10

If you give minimum of 4 years of separation then Shang Qinghua wouod have been at the oldest 14 when Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan met again. So it's not sensible to believe that he might not have even been at Cang Qiong when that happened as he was an "older than average" outer disciple when he met Mobei for the first time

Also things to note about Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan

1. Yue Qingyuan is constantly telling Shen Jiu to stop being a dick

2. He also thinks it's cute when he's being a a vicious little gremlin because the man is a freak.

Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn't scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids he'd fight dirty . He'd gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile.

SVSSS Vol 4 Pg 82 (bold is mine)

Yue Qingyuan is always in between stopping Shen Jiu from destroying his interpersonal relationships and thinking it's awesome

3. Shen Jiu is absolutely to blame for his feud with Liu Qingge. Yes he is unjustly accused of trying to kill him during he thing with Shang Qinghua but he has screamed "I am definitely going to kill you" multiple times in public and after losing to him once in a proper tournament, where people were impressed by how long he held out, he took to regularly ambushing Liu Qingge

On top of that yeah the guy from Bai Zhan did follow Shen Jiu into the brothel to insult him which was rude but Shen Jiu beat him up so viciously that he had serious wounds which is why Liu Qingge was pissed off about it in return

Liu Qingge is absolutely also a dick to Shen Jiu and needles him about his cultivation but Shen Jiu created the initial problem

4. I really don't think Yue Qingyuan can tell Shen Jiu why he couldn't rescue him. And not out of guilt or because he thinks it's an excuse. I genuinely think at the very least trauma makes him incapable of describing it until Maigu Ridge. And even then he said it's the only time he'll be able to say it. I think it's also possible it's related to his sword and he can't talk about unless it's drawn but that's more nebulous. The trauma one is real.

5. Shen Jiu wasn't popular with his peers at Qing Jing but he wasn't Binghe level of hated. He couldn't sleep in the communal areas because trauma but he wasn't chased out or unwelcome in those spaces. Also he liked his Qing Jing Peak Lord and had a a good relationship with them

He got into Qing Jing via Yue Qingyuan but he made Head Disciple on his own merit

#svsss #canon facts #shang qinghua #yue qingyuan #shen jiu #liu qingge

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cheri-translates · 3 days ago

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[CN] Official Guidebook (Vol. 2): Interview with Gavin

Interviewer: Our interview officially begins now. The questions are related to Officer Gavin's personal life and emotions. Do you need some time to get ready?

Gavin: No need, let's start.

Interviewer: As the Commander of the Special Task Force, Officer Gavin has been producing stellar results. It seems that any problems you encounter will be resolved smoothly. Everyone is very curious about whether there things you aren't good at or things that you find difficult at work.

Gavin: Yes. I'm not good with dealing with work related to documentation. Whether I'm dealing with someone else's report or my own reports, my standard is to be clear, factual and to the point. But certain documents have a minimum word requirement. Very often, even after I have described the situation, I still fall far behind the word requirement.

She once gave me feedback that my performance reports were too brief and missed out on many key points that could have been elaborated on. Before her suggestion, it's true that I never thought about how those portions could be elaborated on. I just found them troublesome.

But after some time of training, even though my documentation skills are still far from being adept, I am now able to meet the word requirement as long as I put in the effort. I also spend far less time doing so. In the worst case, I can always ask her for help.

Interviewer: I never expected Officer Gavin to have such an unexpected side. Everyone knows that STF missions are always accompanied by danger. When a mission ends successfully, how do you reward yourself?

Gavin: I'd reward myself with a bowl of beef noodles. If I'm going to Lynn's Kitchen, the boss would give me extra side dishes.

I'd also turn my phone off and have a good sleep.

It doesn't sound like a reward, but I wouldn't do anything special aside from those things. After all, to everyone at the STF, being able to complete a mission successfully is already the greatest reward. A successful mission means that I can return to her side safely, and that is what's most important.

On the other hand, she often prepares many "special surprises" whenever I'm done with a mission.

Because of this, I feel a greater sense of anticipation whenever I'm done with missions. The first thing I do when I'm done with work is to rush back to her side.

Interviewer: Hypothetically speaking, if you had a personal matter to deal with or had to keep an important person company and needed a long break, what would Officer Gavin submit in his request for leave?

Gavin: "I have things to do."

After all, the person who would approve the leave application is myself. I'm the only one who needs to know the reason.

But most of the time, I'd tell a few people in charge about what I have to do, so that it'd be easier for them to find me if any special situations crop up.

Interviewer: It looks like Officer Gavin does not relax even when he's on leave. I've heard from members of the STF that eating is the only time they can take a break. In terms of diet, does Officer Gavin have any strong likes or dislikes?

Gavin: ...I don't like bittergourd. The first time I ate bittergourd, I didn't know that such a vegetable could exist on this earth.

I had a bad impression of it as a child, so I still can't accept its flavour even now.

I don't like lotus seeds, endives, and other vegetables that are bitter. Since I rarely cook them, it's easy to avoid them. I also don't hard chunks of carrot in stew.

Even though I find them difficult to eat, I'll eat what I'm supposed to. After all, being picky isn't a good habit.

Interviewer: I heard that you raise a potted cactus called Thorny. In the process of taking care of Thorny, are there any interesting stories worth sharing?

Gavin: Hmm... I think Thorny is a cactus with a lot of things on its mind.

Thorny is more lively on sunny days than rainy days. I think it really enjoys sunbathing. When it's comfortable in the sun, the spikes on its body would become shiny. But don't ever touch it. It can be quite painful.

Recently, I found out that if I water it too early or too late, it will be a little unhappy. Is it true that cactuses can also "wake up on the wrong side of the bed"?

Sorry, I was rambling a little. In short, Thorny is a very special existence to me, and I will take good care of it.

Interviewer: I originally thought that Officer Gavin only focused on fighting criminals every day and didn't expect you to have such an interesting life. What do you often do after work?

Gavin: As a member of the STF, there isn't a clear concept of going to work and leaving work. Even when it's after work, my phone would be on standby, awaiting orders. The moment a special situation arises, I will immediately put everything else on hold.

At other times, I would fly up to the night sky for a "stroll", watch the sunrise, go for a spin or play basketball. These things make me feel relaxed.

In the past, I would go for spin around the city multiple times. Aside from relaxation, it also helped me to familiarise myself with the various streets in the city, which was helpful when carrying out missions.

But now, my first stop when going for a spin is wherever she is. I'd sometimes send her to work, sometimes pick her up from work, and sometimes just want to see her for a while. My work day doesn't end at a regular time. To save time, I'd often fly straight to her home or office and knock on the window. This used to give her a scare. But she seems to have gradually gotten used to it.

She knows that I just wanted to see her earlier.

Interviewer: Sure enough, the most important people have a subtle influence on our lives. We found a snippet of a treasured video. Let's watch it together.

Note: The video referred to is from the 3rd Anniversary Interview:

Q: How did the two of you meet? Gavin: She came to the head office because of work, and we investigated a case together. But our story actually started much earlier.

Q: What kind of a person is she? Gavin: Mm… She's kind, gentle, very responsible, and very courageous. The sort of… courage which can give me a fright. Without realising it, her hard work and actions motivate the people around her, making this world even better. That’s something incredible. Oh yes, she has great taste. Recently, my house has become much warmer, and it’s all thanks to her. She also remembers some of the habits I don’t even notice. Now that I think about it, being with her is what’s considered “living.” Before, it could only be considered “existing”. I'm not exaggerating. I’ve changed a lot because of her. Before, no matter how difficult of a time I was in, I’d feel as though I could press on for a little longer as long as I thought of her. Because she’s still waiting for me to come home. But now, that’s not all. When I have no choice but to choose danger, I’ll tell myself to be even more cautious, more careful, and resolve it even more perfectly. Because I know that if I were to get injured, she’d be angry, and will cry. So I need to take greater care of myself, and return to her side in perfect condition. Mm�� she looks especially pretty when she smiles. Cough… Actually, I don’t really know what to say for this question. She isn’t someone who can be described clearly with a few simple sentences. But she’s very good.

Interviewer: Looking back at that interview, do you still think the same way as before?

Gavin: The same. The current me is still changing because of her.

Interviewer: She is someone whom you cherish greatly - can I describe her that way? When the both of you go on dates, do you make any special preparations?

Gavin: Not really. I'd just confirm the time that we set off, the condition of the route, information of surrounding shops, the temperature and the intensity of the ultraviolet rays on that day and other things. If we are visiting another city or a faraway place, I'd find some shops where we can rest our feet and new places that she might be interested in. Of course, sometimes we would just take a casual stroll in the city.

If I had to say something... perhaps there are some "special preparations" when I return from a mission. For example, doing a meticulous check on myself to see if there are any injuries. Sometimes, I don't notice trivial scratches because I'm too used to them. But her eyes are very sharp when it comes to this. If she discovers them, her expression would be a little... I don't know how best to describe it. Hide them? No. If I do find a wound, I'd first tend to it properly before preparing a reason for it when she asks.

This should count as a "special preparation", right? By the way, please don't tell her about this.

Interviewer: Even though she isn't anywhere nearby, she can still make Officer Gavin this nervous. It looks that Officer Gavin really cares about her! When the two of you are together, when does she make your heart accelerate most?

Gavin: When she looks at me, when she smiles, when she eats delicious food, when she tilts her head to study recipes, when she's serious at work... My heart always stirs at her every action.

My heart accelerates the most when... hmm... (the interviewee sinks into deep contemplation).

(A rather long time passes.)

It should be whenever I return to Loveland City after a mission and see her for the first time. Sometimes, it's when I just push open the door to the house. Sometimes, it's when I fly to her office window. sometimes, it's at the entrance of the STF... When she sees me, her eyes would instantly light up and she would run to me with a smile.

In that moment, I always hear the sound of my heart racing.

Although I've experienced it many times, the moment my sense of longing is perfected, my heart always beats very quickly.

Interviewer: That's incredibly romantic. Do you think that you're a jealous person?

Gavin: Yes. I think it's pretty obvious.

Although when I know that I'm jealous and know that the things I do can be quite childish and have told myself that it isn't a big deal, my actions are a different thing. I can't help it. When it comes to her, I'm petty. Even if people say that I'm the pettiest person in the world, I don't care.

Interviewer: That's an unexpected answer. If she ever asks you a question that has an embarrassing answer, what would you do?

Gavin: ...I guess I would still respond.

Most of the questions that have an "embarrassing answer" that come to my mind are related to emotions hidden in my heart.

I... have never been good at expressing such things, and prefer to take action. But I would try my best to summarise my emotions. I believe that in the end, I would be able to overcome the feeling of embarrassment. Whether it's good or bad, I want to show her everything I have.

That's the frankness and openness that I had promised to her.

Interviewer: What has she ever said to you that left you at a loss?

Gavin: ...I've always been at a loss when it comes to her.

After all, no matter what she does, my only option has always been to give in.

But if she insists on working while sick, or if she doesn't have proper meals, I wouldn't compromise.

Interviewer: I believe that such a person must have left a deep impression on you. After being with her for such a long time, how do you think you have changed?

Gavin: The most obvious change is that life has become much more regular (laughs). People around me have said that she has made me "glossy and shiny".

Personally, I feel that I've become better at taking care of myself, cherishing myself, and letting loose.

I've begun to hope that I'd return to her side safely after every mission, and I don't force myself to shoulder everything. After all, if I don't do certain things well, she would remember these things in secret and find a way to "deal" with me.

For example, if I get seriously injured, she would revoke my "eating spicy food privileges" to prevent my wounds from getting inflamed... Of course, she would also cook nutritious meals for me.

Also, there are more things to worry about now, and I also understand what fear is.

I think these are very good changes. There may be more of such changes in the future.

Interviewer: After being with her, have you done things that you've never done before?

Gavin: Many. She has made my life richer and more interesting.

Performing in plays, getting serious about cooking, being a model, taking wedding photographs...

None of these things had crossed my mind before. Experiences that I thought would never happen in my life have now become irreplaceable memories. This feeling is very magical and I'm very happy.

I hope that I can also bring her a lot of new experiences and make her feel that each day with me is a happy one.

Interviewer: Since you've done many things that you haven't done before, are there any things that you want to do with her but do not dare to?

Gavin: There were many things back in high school, but they've more or less been fulfilled now. Thinking back on it feels a little miraculous. As for now... of course there are. But I can't tell you about them.

There were many in high school, but now they have basically been realised. Turn around. Look, it's a little magical now... of course there are also. But I can't tell you.

Interviewer: In exchange, please tell us a little secret that she doesn't know.

Gavin: Hmm...

When I was shaving a few days ago, I accidentally bumped into a lipstick that she often uses. It fell on the ground and a corner chipped off.

But I bought her an identical one and put it back in secret. She shouldn't be able to tell... right?

There's an obvious difference between a used and new lipstick? Of course I know that. Which is why I wore it down a little with tissue...

It's still noticeable?!

...

Mm...

...

Do you think I shouldn't have done that?

Interviewer: It would be best for Officer Gavin to consider the lipstick problem by himself! If there is a challenge called "How long can you not think about her", how long do you think your record would be?

Gavin: This challenge wouldn't work for me.

A challenge means is that there is a competition arising from a set goal, and participants would need to have certain qualities to be evenly matched.

I don't have an option of "not thinking about her", so I feel that this record would not exist.

Interviewer: After hearing your answer, I believe your daily life with her must be very sweet. What do you think of creating little surprises in your life together?

Gavin: At first, I didn't care much about "surprises", so I did whatever that came to mind, whether it's visiting her or other things. There was a time when I reflected on whether these overly direct actions would bother her, so I would subconsciously consider what she wanted a little more. I couldn't help it. When I'm with her, I'm not like myself sometimes.

After being together for a long time and understanding each other better, we became more at ease. I found out that she actually liked some of the ways I behaved in the past. During those times, her eyes would be bright when she looks at me, and very pretty. So from time to time, I'd do some things to her that are... how should I put it... "out of character", and some things I'd want to do when I feel greedy.

She likes it, and so do I.

Maybe this is the so-called sense of surprise.

Interviewer: Well, I won't hold Officer Gavin back from work. I'll use the final question to wrap up this interview! If you were to use a phrase to describe your feelings towards each other, what would it be?

Gavin: "The only one."

The only one whose heart stirs. The only one who decides destiny. The only starting point and ending point.

If there is someone on earth who could make me give everything to her without hesitation, it would be her.

✧ Sub-masterlist

#mlqc #mlqc gavin #mlqc cn

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milk-is-stable · 20 hours ago

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No! I Always Loved that Caravan!

Sickday rewatch requested by @sw33t-transv3stit3. I'm sick! send me a longform to watch and I'll make a commentary/headcanon post about it! (using the tag #sfth liveblog, so that's what to blacklist if you don't want your dash taken up by this)

Pre-watch thoughts: I don't rewatch this one a lot, so this'll be fun! Of course looking forward to the classic caravan brothers scene, but I do feel like the rest of this one often gets forgotten in favor of that one moment, so looking forward to seeing what other hidden gems are here!

Liveblogging:

Right off the bat, we've got one plot thread being set up that I know is going to be dropped/twisted later on. Classic AJ starts out the scene wanting his son to sell the caravan, and then after getting confused by all the Arthur Scargill talk, is on the "I DON'T want him to sell it!"

NO OTHER BEACHES. Brighton is a MYTH.

(honestly there are a lot of geography jokes in this one that are harder for me as an american but it's still very funny)

MEDIA STUDIES are a MYTH

The saga of stealing chairs from the rest of the cast begins.

(god luke and sam look so young in this one. am i the only one who thinks that in the older videos, luke and sam just look like little guys? I know the recording is only a from a few years ago, but in your late 20s/early 30s sometimes that makes a lot of difference. aj and tom are quite ageless but luke gains a new age every time he changes his hair and sam is very baby faced without the beard)

This fandom sleeps on Jericho, honestly, what a guy. I don't know what accent Tom is going for, but whatever it is he did NOT achieve it and we love that for him. We're also very concerned about your speech impediment, Jericho.

Tom's old money speech feels very reminiscent of the temple to destruction speech, not in vibes, but in a "I think Tom just blacked out on stage and has NO idea what he's saying" way.

Love that this is one of the examples of AJ's characters being the ones to bring pathos into the stories. I feel like each of the four of them have their moments/longforms where it was their choices that brought that element to life, but in this show it's definitely AJ. Without his father's internal motivation, we'd just have tom, luke, and sam's insanity bouncing from scene to scene. Despite his initial plot point switcharoo, it's AJ who really grounds this one.

Sam's Arthur Scargill is....certainly something. Not one of his more coherent characters, to be honest XD Also AJ's deadpan "He was a ghost" is perfect XD

Sam WHY are you bringing the us southern accent into this mess, this is the last thing we need XD (also we call them RVs, Sam. Winnebago is a brand, and not even in a bandaid way).

THIS IS WHY AJ GROUNDS THIS PLAY. Sam what are you even talking about rn XD

"Our oldest tradition is 250 years old" hey now XD

"some change can be bad."

CARAVAN HUTCH

Never noticed the way that Tom looks Sam up and down after asking if he has the caravan on him, as if he's expecting him to pull it out of his pocket.

"Have you got a driver guy?" Luke: MY TIME HAS COME

"Fiiive Graand What?"

"I wasn't listening, were you?" this further supports my point that whenever Tom comes on as these types of characters he just Fully Blacks Out

This scene could also be renamed "Luke and Tom try to match/one up each other's freak for three minutes"

How did we get to Brighton I thought we were going to London- oh ok we are in London......Tom why did you come on as the spirit of Brighton what did that add to the scene XD

I love how proud of himself AJ looks whenever he makes a particularly good joke. "NEXT. CHANNEL."

"Two...REALLY creepy guys are gonna go pick up the caravan." Luke: MY TIME HAS COME AGAIN

Sam: you're adding new elements into this story quite late, aren't you? AJ: you thought there was pathos before? Time to ADD MORE, BITCHEEEES

"I suppose I've got the five grand, maybe there are no stakes left here" AJ: Oh right, here, let me inject some last minute danger into this then. Luke: MY TIME HAS COME FOR A THIRD TIME!

Sam: Ok, you know what? We've lost the plot on this way too much, so fuck it, this is the film now. This whole thing was the film. Jericho: Oh....okay then, fuck me I guess. Luke: fuck you again, actually.

AJ: THE PATHOS guys, remember the PATHOS!!!

And scene! Honestly, not one of their more coherent stories, but has some of the most laugh out loud moments, making it extremely fun.

#sfth #sfthposting #shoot from the hip #no! i always loved that caravan #sfth liveblog #tom mayo #alexander jeremy #sam russell #luke manning

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ludolka · 1 day ago

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Pygmalion and Galatea - A Project Xelqua au fic

Word count: 2158

Description: Pygmalion in Greek mythology was a sculptor who fell in love with a statue he has created, named Galatea. Null wants to kiss Joel, his main creator, who has to decide between acting based on his morals or his attraction

Written in third person, from Joel’s POV, who is kind of an unreliable narrator

Author’s note at the end

Joel let out a heavy sigh and eyed the cold cup of coffee on his desk. Was it his 5th or 6th coffee of the day? He wasn’t sure, he stopped counting his daily caffeine intake years ago. It wasn’t even that late yet, only around 5 pm, but he has been sitting at this computer since 8 am and he was nowhere near finished with what he planned on completing today

The computers and scattered around technology sang their electronic songs to him and he could swear his typing made the melody of some classical song he heard years ago. Or maybe he was going insane. But he found comfort in the noise, he has grown to get so used to it over the years and the countless hours he’s spent on this project in this laboratory that sometimes he couldn’t fall asleep at night due to the silence. This was his home now, he spent far more time in this building than at his actual home. He just went there to sleep

Right now he was working on trying to calculate and improve Null’s balance. Even after all these years of working on Null, his balance was still a bit off, leading him to trip or wobble whenever he had to be on his feet for an extended period of time. And for the life of him, Joel couldn’t figure out where the error was. His college and by now pseudo family member, Mumbo has also been trying to find the root cause of the wobbling in Null’s code, but has come to the conclusion that his code was working as intended and it was a mechanical issue rather than a programming one

He has been recalculating and overlooking everything for so long that he has forgotten Null was sitting not that far from him. That was until Null spoke up, breaking the lull of the orchestra of electronics

“You aren’t in a relationship, correct?”

Joel blinked a few times as he processed the question, his mind needing a few seconds to break away from only thinking in binary and machinery. He didn’t look up from his computer, but he was a bit grateful for the distraction and the break from his current thought process that seemed to be going nowhere

“Yep, I’m as single as one can be. I barely have time to sleep, let alone to date”

Null stayed quiet for a bit, Joel wasn’t sure if he went back to doing whatever he was doing before or if he was processing the answer and coming up with a response. He took a sip from his cold coffee and briefly thought about taking a smoke break, to move around a bit and get some fresh air, break the monotony

“But you have been in one before, correct?”

Joel raised an eyebrow, but still didn’t face Null even though he could feel those big eyes burning holes into him. Null always had interesting eyes, no matter how they modified them, he still had this intense stare that seemed to look straight into people’s souls. Some investors even found him creepy for his staring and refused to back up the project. They claimed he looked like he knew too much and that was uncanny for them. Joel has gotten used to it over the years

“Yes, I have. Why?”

Null was always curious, always asking millions of questions, ones that often made no sense to anyone but him. He has gotten into the habit of asking the team personal questions over the last few months and that was always a tricky area with how they were supposed to answer without overly influencing Null. Null was supposed to be this blank slate with no opinions on topics that could be classified as controversial, to make him as widely marketable as possible. This however didn’t stop him from asking the team’s personal ideologies and views. And Joel blamed Jimmy the most for slipping up, he spent the most time actually talking to Null and he seemed to sometimes forget Null wasn’t another person

“What does kissing feel like?”

Joel felt himself frown and he actually turned to look at Null at this question, deciding this conversation was more interesting than his calculations and was therefore worthy of his full attention. He found Null already staring at him like he expected. He also decided this must have been the fault of Lizzie or Mumbo, the two hopeless romantics of the team. Lizzie liked showing Null videos, movies and poems about love, claiming this was helping him understand humanity better

“Uh, I might not be the best person to ask that. I can’t give you some poetic description. Kiss the ball of your thumb or the inner part of your wrist, that comes pretty close to the feeling”

Joel was already well versed in answering questions and explaining mundane everyday things that he never would have thought he’d be asked about. Null learnt like this after all, no matter how silly his questions sounded. Null broke his intense stare from Joel and looked down at his slightly raised hand, the led circles in his eyes spinning before dropping it and turning his full attention back to Joel once again

“Why do people kiss each other?”

“Usually because they are attracted to each other or love each other. It’s also a form of affection”

Joel wasn’t sure why Null was asking him this, something he could easily look up online and get long well-written articles on the importance and history of kissing and the evolutionary reasoning for it, all of which he didn’t know. He has learnt that when Null asked simple questions, it was usually a lead up to a point he wanted to make or get to. Joel just had no idea what his end goal with this conversation was

“I want to kiss you. I want to know how it feels”

Joel swallowed and just stared at Null for a bit, who looked as nonchalant and casual as always. Like he was just talking about the weather or something mundane like that. He forced himself to say something when he felt his face heat up and saw Null’s leds start to spin, probably studying his reaction

“I uh- me? Why do you want to kiss me out of everyone?”

Joel has learnt that sometimes it was better to just let Null talk and explain himself, often leading to him being satisfied with the conclusions he himself came to. And also to better understand his thought process, which seemed impossible to follow sometimes

“Because I’m attracted to you. That’s why people kiss each other, no?”

Joel felt his face heat up more and his brain felt like it short circuited. Out of all possible answers, he never expected this. This was also new, Null hadn't expressed attraction of any kind towards anything or anyone before, Joel thought he was unable to feel that. Then something clicked in his mind and he relaxed back against his chair, looking a lot less shocked than before. Null was an ai who parroted what he heard. This couldn’t have been a genuine confession, no matter how that left a bitter aftertaste in Joel’s mouth

“Which of those fuckers talked about finding me attractive? Maybe they didn’t even realize you could hear them and here you are telling on them”

Joel’s tone and attitude changed to a more amused one and a slight smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, he would have found this whole conversation hilarious if it wasn’t for that dull ache in his chest. Null tilted his head to the side, like he was the confused one now, which Joel just found more amusing

“None of them. Mumbo was talking to Lizzie about how he found Scar attractive. You weren’t brought up”

Joel’s mind short circuited again, like he couldn’t understand what Null was telling him, no matter how simple his answer was. He felt himself tense up again and he closely studied Null’s expression, to see if he was making a joke or something like he sometimes did to fuck with Joel’s head. Lately he has been very much enjoying getting under Joel’s skin and flustering him for some reason

“Then why are you saying this?”

Joel’s voice was quieter and he just watched as Null got up from his seat near the window and walked closer to him. Joel wasn’t sure if he was frozen in his chair or if he didn’t want to move. Null stopped a foot away from him and leant down a bit, so they were at eye level

“Because I’m attracted to you and I want to kiss you”

Joel felt like his head was spinning and he was so close to throwing all logic and rationale out the window to act on impulse. He looked down at Null’s lips before he seemingly got a bit of sense back and instinctively looked over at the camera at corner of the room

“I shouldn’t”

He barely whispered, but he knew Null could hear him. Then there was a hand on his cheek, making him turn back to face Null, who hasn’t moved closer. Joel thought about the contrast between their expressions for a second, Null looked so calm and sure of himself, like this wasn’t affecting him in the slightest while he was a flustered stuttering mess

“I can turn the cameras off. No one would know. I know you want to kiss me too, I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re attracted to me”

Now Joel felt his face heat up with shame. He was well aware of his attraction, but he kept it so under control, never letting anyone, not even his closest friends know about it. And now here was the subject of his attraction, who he wanted to know about this the least, telling it to him so casually. He felt like a child being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Like he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do and he immediately felt like he had to repent for a sin he didn’t even commit. He never meant to act on an attraction that felt so incredibly wrong, he felt like just by having it he was betraying himself. And he had to remind himself that Null wasn’t a person who would be able to consent or reciprocate feelings, no matter how human he acted or how indistinguishable he was from a person at times in his mannerisms and behavior. Null was an ai powered machine, he was technology under the pretty face and pale skin, not flesh

He also had to remind himself that Null was an incredibly expensive piece of machinery and that he could easily be fired and sued if he somehow damaged or contaminated Null, even with just a kiss. He had no idea what even a simple kiss could do to Null, what kind of consequences that could have on his programming and how he viewed the world. Null was a blank canvas and he felt like he’d draw a line on it with a permanent sharpie if he gave in to his desires

“Null, no”

He knew he didn’t sound convincing in the slightest, knew that he’d give in if Null kept pushing and he prayed that Null took the hint and listened to his words rather than his tone or body language, absolving and saving him from falling into a hole he wasn’t sure he could get out of. He wasn’t sure he could go back once that line was crossed, no matter how much he felt pulled towards it, no matter how it was verbally already crossed

Null stayed still for a bit, studying Joel as his leds spun around. It felt like hours for Joel, but in the end Null simply nodded and drew his hand back before walking back to his seat, not glancing back at Joel, rather focusing his attention on the city skyline. He has been fixated on just watching the city from above through windows lately, sometimes not even paying attention to people talking to him, he seemed so lost in whatever he was watching

Joel let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stared at Null for a bit longer, unable to tear his eyes away from him and he could have sworn he saw Null’s expression slightly shift. Was he disappointed? Hurt? Was he even capable of feeling those things? Were the others right about Null becoming sentient? Joel’s head spun and despite barely being awake just a few minutes ago, he was now fully awake like someone poured ice cold water over him

He grabbed his pack of cigarettes off of the desk near him and forced himself to leave the room for a much needed smoke break, hoping it’d clear his mind

Author’s note: I love unreliable narrators so much, who see the world through their own biases and don’t know everything needed to fully understand the situation they are in, often misunderstanding it and drawing the wrong conclusion. Null’s more sentient than machine while Joel sees him the other way around. Null’s fully capable of feeling attraction and making decisions for himself, while Joel thinks he’s just copying something he saw or heard without truly understanding what he’s doing or saying

#ficlet #project xelqua au #gribeans #hermitshipping #trafficshipping

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Supposed to have gone to sleep but my brain is too active now and I'm typing this on phone which is so so uncomfortable after typing on computer for hours. Not the point though.

Holy shit we did get into LS at the same time! Because mine was like mid-march as well when my friends showed me S4 Zam POV!! That's so cool :0

I cannot yet really answer that, will definitely have to wait till the finale, but my guess so far is that if he was given more time and Minute got to do his part of the plan (he was supposed to do the same thing as Derap but for his team per Dechu's plan) that would eventually somehow lead to? ending or pausing the war between the teams? What's interesting btw is that Minute apologized to Derap for Mapicc rating him out and was actually willing to work with him on this thing! Lowk wanna see some teamwork from these two in s7, that'd be cool :3

Oh my god Hannah and Derapchu are literally character foils to each other holy shit. THEY'RE GENUINE CHARACTER FOILS......... that's so cool thank you for telling me all that!! and you're correct on what you said about Derapchu's insecurity: he isn't taken seriously, so he gets all the best things and spins the narratives to focus them on his achievements, all in hopes of being respected and taken seriously. Like, he doesn't even feel like Zam (prior to this week) was taking him seriously, and he especially felt so during the Truman Show bit. He would literally mute multiple times to just express his frustration and shout at Zam for brushing off his worries... just to later unmute and keep it quiet, keep it to himself. Oh, derapchu.

(Funny fact about his PvP skills: bro is genuinely getting screwed over by his Australian ping 😭😭🙏. He had a stream while in the Netherlands during which he logged onto LS duels and he did so great?? like not even glazing he did wayyy better than usual)

Also, don't even worry about making everything about Hannah cuz that's exactly how I am with Derapchu; I get it LOL

glad we can agree on the twitch chat hate! honestly at this point thinking of somehow covering the part of the screen where the chat shows in the stream just so I don't have to see it...

YES YES of course!! and a big thank you to you for explaining the Hannah POV! in fact, I'd love love love to hear more about her since I know next to nothing ! ^_^

Now to genuinely go sleep erm....

wait hi hello im going through the spoiler tag and did another bad bad awful conversation happen with derap or what. did his dumbass say something stupid again. (i was drawing and listening to will wood instead of watching the stream 😭😭)

oh raini..... okay so this is my #understanding of what happened on pangis stream umm i was watching zam ! but my understanding is he told pangi what happened and his explanation for why he Did All That was that it was "giving zam a taste of his own medicine" and "consequences for his actions" 😐 um . yeahhhhh and then he also apparently feels bad bc hes been /msging zam coords ? the first set went to a mace (shes so rich man she has EIGHTEEN MACES !! i learned that....) and she didnt follow the second set. but yeahhhh he called her paranoid again also and apparently implied that shes wrong for mistrusting him now and that she wouldnt except shes sooo paranoid 😬 so 😬

#i will come up with mutual tags soon trust #until then? it's 3 am i should go honk shoo mimimi before i write another derapchu long post in the mornin /silly #Bee Iron-Sides !! ʚїɞ

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