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10 actual ADHD study tips
from a student with ADHD
(or if you just have trouble concentrating)
1. put your phone in different room.
no, really. there can be any number of excuses not to (i use it as an alarm/timer, what if there's an emergency, but i use it during breaks) but i guarantee that you will focus better without the ability to check your social media. if you're genuinely worried about missing a phone call, don't put it on silent, and leave it across the room so you can hear it, but make sure it's out of reach.
2. invest in some noise-cancelling or muffling headphones.
they're a life-saver. i use them to help with sensory overloads, but now i wear them pretty much every time i study. regular headphones with some kind of neutral backing noise also work pretty well.
3. don't listen to music.
maybe somewhere, somehow, there exists a person who can actually listen to music and focus, but i've never met one. my adhd means i get distracted by anything. i'm a good multitasker, but not when the task requires lots of thought, like my science or math homework, or that english essay i've been putting off. if science is distracting for you as well, put on a neutral background noise (no, not lo-fi hiphop beats - unless that works for you). i usually put rain sounds or white or brown noise (the latter is my favourite).
4. break big tasks into small chunks.
you've probably heard this one before, but adhd makes tackling big tasks seem really daunting. like, where do you even start? before beginning a massive project, make a list of every little thing you need to do. it might seem stupid or excessive, but i can't stress how much it helps. it also gives you a sense of accomplishment whenever you knock a task off the list.
5. if you know you're gonna procrastinate, try and do it productively.
this one is one i'm still getting used to. i realised, after hours of sitting at my desk, not wanting to start on my essay but not wanting to actively NOT write my essay, and just generally feeling like shit, that it would have been better to spend those hours doing that thing i wanted to do (learn that song on my guitar, finally finish the painting sitting on my desk, write the poem that i had scribbled in my notebook a week ago). if you know you're not going to get started on your work, you might as well do something else that isn't as pressing but you still need to get done. it's okay not to be 100% productive al the time.
6. have a clear workspace.
this is a big one. i found that having a lot of stuff on or around my desk just makes me feel fenced in. i like to have 1 lamp, 1 cup of pens/pencils/highlighters, a cup of tea, tissues, and whatever i'm working on. when you're done with a task, PUT IT AWAY ASAP. that way, it doesn't build up, and you can feel ready to start on the next thing.
6.5. eliminate distractions.
i feel like this relates to the point above, but don't have lots of visible posters/lights/tempting tasks. maybe close your blinds or your door, or study in a library instead of your room if it is too bright and colourful.
7. the pomodoro method (organising your breaks).
LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS. the pomodoro method involves working for a consistent slot of time (usually 25 minutes, but whatever works for you) and then having a short break (5-10 minutes), and then a long break every 2-5 "slots" (15-20 minutes). if you don't trust yourself to stick to a timer, get a cute app on your laptop - there are heaps of different themes, and it will help you organise your time and tasks. instead of thinking about a task like "it will take me 2 hours", think about it like "it will take me 4 slots of time", and it will be much less daunting.
(note: for your breaks, try not to reach for your phone/social media. this is a rabbit hole. maybe draw for a minute, or read a few pages of a book. do something you can easily and quickly put away.)
8. organise yourself, but try not to hyperfixate on it.
apps like notion can be really helpful when organising tasks/your workspace, but they can also suck hours of your time away if you're not careful. not everything has to be perfect/meticulously planned, and you're not working on your homework by planning your weekly schedule. speaking from experience, it's really easy to get caught up in something that may feel productive, but really isn't.
9. this is really niche, but... for my reading-glasses wearers:
WEAR THEM WHEN YOU STUDY. i'm very mildly farsighted, which means wearing glasses when i read for long periods of time helps me prevent headaches. technically, i can go without them, and for a few years i usually did, but i've noticed that wearing them when i study has the benefit of getting me in the right headspace, and also stops me from looking up or around my room too often, as the prescription makes me dizzy when looking at things far away.
10. just get started.
i know you hate hearing this, but usually, knocking one or two things off your list can help you get motivated. often, things that seem really difficult or time consuming aren't as bad once you've gotten started.
good luck!
#gonna be so embarrassed if i post this and no one sees it but eh#i'll use it for myself#ironically i wrote this instead of studying#feel free to rb with your own tips#adhd#actually autistic#study tips#actually adhd#adhd in#neurodivergent#executive dysfunction#living with adhd#adhd post
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“kang minjun..” “hm?” you flinch, not expecting your bestfriend to just be right there behind you. you swear he wasn’t there before! “wha- where did you come from..?” “i was at the vending machine over there-“
he points somewhere, then twirling his finger as he shrugs. “somewhere over there.. anyways here” he hands you a drink. “ooh apple juice, thanks!”
he watches you silently as you open it and drink it, capping it and reaching into the bag that rested on one shoulder. “here wait i’ll pay you bac-“ “no”
“eh?” you look up at him, eyes so big and doe with your hand still in your bag. you see him smirk, then it turns into a smile and a cough. “yeah it’s fine”
“..whatever kat..”
“kang”
“autocorrect says otherwise!”
it was years ago when this happened, back in middle school. but for some reason when you’d type out minjun’s full name, it would turn into kat minjun. and he is a cat person, you’ve met layla before she’s a sweetheart !
“that was years ago..”
“n has that stopped me from calling you kat?”
he rolls his eyes, flicking his tongue. “whatever.”
“m-minjun.!” you whine out, arching your back while you claw at the messed up bedsheets. “g-gonna.!”
“what, already?” he pouts, stopping his harsh thrusts watching as you twitch. “wha.. why’d you..?” you’re red, you just know it with how warm your face feels.
he coos mockingly as he hears you sniffle and wipe the stray tears that fall from your eyes. “why’s my baby cryin’ now huh?”
you don’t answer, too embarrassed to say anything.
“guess i gotta fuck you to help you speak up huh?” he gives a small peck on your lips, a huge contradiction from the harsh thrust inside he does. “fuuck.!”
you drag out your moans as he pins over you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls something you could get addicted on. and it
“shows with how loud you’re moaning..”
“huh.?” you blink out of your trance, doe eyes glistening as you look up at the raven haired male.
“what, dick too good you can’t focus on me?” his sentence goes in one ear and out the other, but you can note how his lip piercing adorning his face nicely.
you hear a chuckle, but you don’t laugh. instead you arch your back into him. your arms wrap around his neck, trying to pull him into a messy kiss.
who’s he to deny such a sweet act hm? he kisses you back with a smile in between, his hips changing between thrusting and just grinding. but when he does grind, he notices that you get more whiny and squeeze your eyes tighter together.
“n-no.. no grinding,,!” he feels you tighten around him, drool escaping your mouth as you blabber on about not wanting him to grind. “please.. junn.. don’t wanna cum like thatt..”
“what, you embarrassed?” he says, raising an eyebrow at your lewd face. "looks like you're enjoyin it.."
"noo.!" you retort immediately, shaking your head. your eyes are still shut, but after a few seconds of silence and no movements you're forced to open to them.
you felt fingers grab and squish your cheek, his grip digging into the bones. your first response is to try and get his hands off, but he just squints at you disprovingly. "you'll take what i give you, unless you don't want anything at all?"
you shake your head slowly, pouting to the best of your ability. your mouth hurts with his tight grip, but you can't speak up. "good boy.. my good lil puppy..~"
was this jus an excuse to post AND give his name? maybe! :3
#asher's works !!#mxm smut#mxm#bottom male reader#male reader smut#male x reader#male x male#male reader#bottom reader#gay#smut#drabble#fanfic#smut drabble
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honeyed bliss - h.s.
a/n: hi! here’s another one. post hslot harry, and dadrry, which should be a warning in itself. enjoy!
🎀 warnings/cw: nothing, fluff, ITALYRRY AND DADRRY. im a wreck.
🐇 pairing: husband!dad!harry styles x fem!reader
💐 wc: 800
“Babe, can you come here? I need to tan, but I can't get the tanning lotion on my back.” Y/N shouted sweetly to her husband, voice soft as she turned on her tummy.
“Yeah m’love, give me two seconds. ‘M cutting up some watermelon for Daisy.” He called back, standing at the drink bar, a knife in his hand as he watched his daughter toddle around in the small area that he stood in. Daisy knocked on the doors that were in the square, knocking on the door to exit as she babbled quietly to herself.
“Mumma, want mama,” Daisy pouted, perking up when she heard her moms voice. She stumbled a bit when she turned around to look at her dad with pleading puppy dog eyes, her axis of gravity not perfect quite yet.
“Oh, y’want mama, baby? Okay, let’s get y’to mama.” Harry plucked her up off the ground and hiked her up onto his hip, scooping a couple blocks of watermelon into a yellow bowl. Harry pushed open the door to the drink bar, walking over to his wife who was laying down on a beach chair. His wife turned onto her side, reaching out for her baby who was already squirming in her dads arms.
“Hi baby! You wanna come lay down with mama? Wanna sunbathe?” Y/N turned on her mom voice, babying her daughter.
“Mama, mama, mama,” Daisy giggled, patting her mom’s face, a wide smile on her face, looking almost identical to Harry down to the dimples.
“God, H. I can’t believe I birthed her, held her in my stomach for months, the whole nine yards, and she just looks exactly like you. Like, not even an inch of me in here. She’s got her Daddy’s curly hair, pretty green eyes, and cute little dimples… Don’t you, Dais?” She smiled, turning onto her back to place her baby on her thighs, Daisy’s head coming up to rest on her knees, her legs laying on her torso.
“Guess so, m’love, but don’t worry, she still loves her Mumma waaaay more than her Daddy.” Harry comments, munching on watermelon on the beach chair next to you. She turns her head to him and raises an eyebrow, and he smiles sheepishly.
“Sorry,” he scratches his nose awkwardly. “I didn't mean that.”
“Good, y’know she loves you just as much as she loves me.” She gave him a stern look, and he could see her eyes through her sunglasses.
“Yeah, I know. Bad joke, didn’t land. Tough crowd, eh?” He smiled sheepishly.
“Mmm, guess comedy isn’t for you, hm? Better stick to singing, pretty boy.” Y/N muttered before bringing her baby up to her chest, pressing small butterfly kisses to her head.
“M’sweet girls, prettiest girls ever,” Harry grins, pulling your phone from underneath the throw pillow your head was resting on, snapping a few precious pictures. “Can’t believe ‘M so lucky.”
Twisting his back to look behind him, he reached out to switch the bowl of watermelon for the camcorder, turning it on and recording his wife and daughter, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Today is July 26, 2023, a couple of days after the final Love On Tour show, and we’ve just gotten home to the Styles Villa in the Amalfi Coast of Italy. Here we have Mama and baby bunny in their most rawest forms,” Harry narrated, a grin on his face when he heard a sweet giggle emit from his wife’s chest. “Baby bunny’s sporting a cute swim set gifted to her from her favorite uncle, Uncle Alessandro, and Mama’s wearing a Gucci swim set as well, looking as beautiful as ever with the most beautiful and glowy skin-”
“H, shut up!” She guffaws, placing an embarrassed hand on her face. “Dais is gonna watch these one day and be scarred by the way you’re talking about me.”
Harry turns the camera so it’s on his face, “Little Daisy, if you’re watching these right now in the future, never settle for less than how I treat Mama. Y’deserve to be treated like a queen, m’soul, never ever settle for less.”
He flips the camera around again to face his girls, catching a tail end of YN’s eyeroll on camera. “Yes, sweet girl. I agree with Daddy, never settle for less.” She places more sweet kisses on Daisy’s head, cooing with Harry when a soft snore leaves their baby’s lips.
“Well, since y’asleep now, I think that’s a good place to leave it. We love you, Daisy. Byeeeee!” Harry waves, turning in his seat to have the camera face him and his small family. YN giggles and blows kisses, waving until Harry turns off the camera.
“We’ve got it good, Lovie.” He smiles, leaning forward to peck a kiss to her cheek, her temple, and then one on her lips, being cautious of the sleeping baby on her chest.
“Yes, we do.”
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celebrity!danheng IL
彡- ,, a collection of my brainrots about dating danheng as diff types of celebs!
cw ⁞ none unless ur allergic to hot rich dragon fluff. not proofread.
an ⁞ i put my whole badussy into this from 3 am till 8. i wasnt gonna write so much for my first post but ehe.
imagine dancer!danheng who lets you join him during dance practice. you sit quietly by the side while you keep your eyes on his sweaty, concentrated form. the song he chose blasts in the background and his sneakers squeak with each of his movements. he's dynamic, powerful, sexy and everything you could ever dream of.
sometimes he worries that you'll get bored (as if) so he glances at you occasionally to check on you. the way you flare up in embarrassment at his sharp gaze is just a bonus. you really question how you managed to woo a water dragon twice your age (dilf?) but you try not to think about it too much.
he mutters a breathy "thank you, treasure," as you hand him his bottle. he doesn't realize you smiling like an idiot as you watch him replenish himself, your eyes once again locking in on your boyfriend's ethereal features. his slick-backed hair falls across his face as he tips his head back, revealing his crystalline eyes — divine, tranquil and pure, just like a river — much like his love for you.
imagine author!danheng who dedicates all of his time writing about his one and only muse — you. in fact, he's been writing about you for lifetimes now — in every new lifetime you two share together, he vows to devote his time to only you. when he's writing, he reminisces about your past dates together and pieces his heart and memories together and masterfully fits it into a vessel. once he's done, he proudly sends it to the publisher and patiently awaits the day he can show the finished book to you.
"how do you like it?"
he asks as he curls into you closer while cuddling (aw im gonna eat him i swear), eager to hear your opinion. Although he knows you adore whatever he writes, he still wants to see the way your eyes crinkle as you shyly giggle at the parts you recognize from your own dates. he wants — no, needs — to engrave the sight and sound of you in his mind so he can write it in his next script.
god forbid if anything happens to you. after inviting you into his life, he finds himself unable to write any angsty or tragic stories — he wonders why.
imagine actor!danheng who invites you as an exclusive guest to the film set. he's currently filming for a romance drama which involves him and another actress acting out a couple of lovey-dovey scenes — nothing more than that. that's what you tell yourself as you cringe, your brain conjuring up an image of another woman kissing him outside of set. you push your seething jealousy aside till you're both back in the dressing room. he doesn't miss the way you refuse to look him in the eye as he casually discusses dinner plans with you.
"what's wrong, darling? if this is about my acting during filming, i'll reassure you once more: whatever happens on set, stays on set."
he gently tips your chin up so you're both looking eye-to-eye. he relishes in seeing you all pouty for him, he can't help but chuckle when he observes the slight glossy look of your eyes — they hold a possessive, feisty glint in them that pulls on his heartstrings in the perfect way. he sighs sweetly before pulling you in for a warm hug, his tail coiling itself around your figure — caressing your back and relieving whatever doubts and worries you held before.
"let's create our own scenes tonight, my love."
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hi! i’d love to request a blurb with lip gallagher x northside!reader with prompt 26."You don't want them to hear, do you?" and m. Keeping the relationship a secret
thank you <33
Forbidden Fruit.
college!lip gallagher x northside!female reader
warnings - smut. cursing.
written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.
You were doing so well.
You got up bright and early, put on the outfit you’d picked out last night, did your hair and makeup all pretty. Ate breakfast, drank a coffee, packed your stuff and set off on your walk.
You were finally going to turn up to your 9am class on time.
And then you bumped into Lip Gallagher.
“Hey, northside. Where you goin’?”
“To class, Lip. Which is where you should be going. We have a test next week.”
“Eh, I’ll be fine.”
You roll your eyes, scoffing.
“Sure, smartass. I’m gonna be late. See you around.”
“Tonight?”
You take a deep breath.
“No. I told you last week was the last time, Gallagher. I’m not doing it anymore.”
Lip gives you the look. It makes your skin prickle, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Your breathing picks up, chest heaving as you refuse to break eye contact. You won’t let him win.
At least, that’s what you told yourself.
Now, he’s got you pressed up against the door of a tiny storage room on campus, one hand covering your mouth and the other one with two fingers curled inside you.
“Shh, baby. You don’t want them to hear, do you? Their northside angel, getting fingered in a janitors closet…” he clicks his tongue. “What would they say, hmm?
All you can do is whine and keen, squirming against him. His body is pressing yours into the cold wood, face smushed against the door. His fingers keep up their rhythm, thumb pressing against your clit in firm circles. You can hear how wet you are, and it would be embarrassing if you weren’t so turned on.
“Please, Lip.”
“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you beg for it. Whore.”
He says it so affectionately, pressing a kiss into your temple.
“You’re almost there, huh?”
You nod frantically, grinding your hips down into his fingers. The hand that was covering your mouth moves to rest on your throat, squeezing gently.
“Come on, baby. Let it go for me.”
“Atta girl, that’s it.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Make a mess for me, you got it.”
“There we go. Good girl. You look so pretty when you come, angel.”
You come so hard you see stars, squeezing his fingers like a vice. He talks you through it, low, murmured words spoken right into your ear.
You relax, going loose against the door. Lip holds you up, both arms around your waist. Turning in his hold, you lean up to kiss him, groaning when he slips his tongue into your mouth.
“Take me home, Lip. Want you to fuck me.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips into your neck.
“What about class? Thought we had a test next week.”
“We’ll be fine,” you wink, linking your fingers with his and dragging him down the hallway.
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Lay Me Down to Sleep
Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader
summary: Insomnia plagues you during your first night on-base with Task Force 141. A little midnight stroll leads you to the imposing masked lieutenant you'd been warned about. Maybe a common struggle can lead to comfort...
words: 1.8k+
warnings/tags: just really soft stuff here (but my work/blog is always 18+ only), this one goes out to my fellow insomniacs, insomniac!simon "ghost" riley, pride and prejudice mention, all fluff, technically pre-slash, soap is a lil shit
a/n: hi, hello, I am back (sort of). I took a long hiatus bc of work/life stress but I cranked this out a while ago and finally feel confident enough to post it. thank you for reading and sticking with me <3
masterlist | read on ao3 | taglist
You stared up at the ceiling of your room, rubbing the heels of your palms into your tired eyes. Hours had passed since you’d gotten into bed to rest up before a briefing in the morning. Sleep still hadn’t found you yet. Maybe it was the time difference—you had flown into England from the States not even 12 hours ago—or maybe it was the stiff mattress. Or maybe it was the way you still thought of the masked lieutenant at Price’s side when you’d gotten off the heli.
Whatever it was, you needed to get over it. You’d read online that sometimes leaving bed to do something other than try to sleep helps, so maybe it was the perfect time for you to check out that tiny little excuse for a kitchen the Scottish private—nicknamed Soap, he’d told you with a wink—had shown you earlier. With a sigh, you got up and wiggled out of your sleep shorts and into more modest sweatpants, anxiously pulling at the hem of your shirt as you stepped into your crocs and walked out of the door.
Your eyes finally adjusted to the bright fluorescent hallway light as you reached the kitchen, surprised to see a light on when you opened the heavy door with bated breath. You peeked inside and saw a broad man sitting at a table, absolutely dwarfing it with his size.
“Can’t sleep, eh?”
You jumped at the deep voice and nearly let the door slam, catching it right before impact and slowly closing it. “Uh, no.” You chuckled, walking behind him to the right side of the table.
You reached the chair, then stopped in your tracks when you lifted your gaze off the floor.
It was him—the masked lieutenant.
You could barely make out a quirked-up eyebrow under the shadow of his sweatshirt’s hood as he took a sip from the mug his large hand dwarfed, his fabric mask scrunched up over his nose. Your heart raced and you looked down at the seat of the crummy plastic chair in front of you. The kitchen was now the last place you wanted to be, but you were too tired to make up some shitty excuse to flee.
So, you stood awkwardly in front of the chair, hands in your pockets, biting your lips.
“I’m—” you cleared your throat, “I’m guessing you can’t either, Lieutenant?”
“Never can these days,” he replied gruffly.
There was the sound of another sip from his mug, a thump when it was lowered to the table, and then silence. It was heavy and awkward, and you were certain you’d never felt more embarrassed in front of a commanding officer before, even though you’d fainted in front of one during a basic training run.
There was a heavy sigh. “Christ, ‘m not gonna fuckin’ bite ya.”
“Soap told me you would,” you quipped back.
Soap had warned you about the masked man—Ghost, he’d called him—and told you not to bother him much. “That’s my job,” he’d laughed.
Right now, you felt like you were definitely bothering him.
“Figures,” he grumbled.
You finally looked back up at Ghost, meeting his brown-eyed gaze for the first time since you’d entered the room. He looked at you with curiosity, not malice; somehow, that made you feel a little better, even if it still made your heart race and your palms sweat.
“I just—I can’t stop thinking,” you blurted out, finally responding to the question he’d asked when you’d opened the door with a solid answer beyond your meek “no.”
“I get nightmares.”
It felt like a confession, and you pulled out the chair, cringing when it squeaked across the linoleum floor. You sat down to hear more, crossing your arms on the table and resting your chin on them. Ghost’s eyes tracked your movements, even as he took another leisurely sip from his mug. Now that you were closer, you could smell that its contents weren’t coffee, but tea, the herbal notes reaching your nose.
Before you thought better of it, words rushed out of your mouth. “It’s stupid, but when my insomnia is really bad—like it is now—I call my best friend and ask them to read to me. I’d do it now, but they’re at work.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Gotta love the time difference.”
Ghost shook his head. “Tha’s not stupid at all.” He took a long drink from his mug and set it down. “Whatever works. I jus’ make myself a cuppa, then see what happens.”
“And what’s happening next?” you probed.
He nudged his thumb against the mug and tilted his head. “I think ‘m gonna try reading.”
“Y’all keep books in the kitchen?” you teased.
“Hell no,” Ghost scoffed. “Did’ya bring any wi’you?” he asked.
You pursed your lips and squinted as you thought. “I think I brought Pride and Prejudice with me. I told myself I’d start rereading it since the plane ride over here was the perfect opportunity…but I fell asleep.” You sat up and smiled at him. “Why do you ask?”
He shifted in his seat and his hood fell, revealing short hair and red-tinged ears. “Could I read a bit of it?”
You blinked, a bit stunned at his shy question. Ghost, a man with a taste for Jane Austen? Something about a man like him wanting to read a period romance novel lit a tiny fire in your chest.
“Um, sure.” You stood and took a few steps, pointing at the door. “I can go grab it—”
“No, no, I’ll go wi’you, save you the trip back, yeah?” He rushed to his feet, and you stopped in your tracks at his side, gulping at the way he towered over you.
“If you say so, Lieutenant.”
“Ghost,” he nodded.
“Ghost,” you repeated with a soft smile, leading him to the door.
The walk to your room was silent except for your footsteps tapping on the floor; his boots and your crocs mixing into a twilight harmony. Ghost kept up behind you. Your cheeks burned at the thought of him seeing you in your ratty sweats and shirt and crocs—fucking crocs—as you finally reached your door. You fumbled with your keys, swearing under your breath.
You unlocked the door and hurried across the room to flick on the lamp at your bedside. Ghost closed the door, then loomed over you as you crouched down and rummaged through your backpack. You hummed in triumph when you finally pulled out the beat-up and well-loved book, turning and reaching up to hand it to him. You stood and sat on the edge of your bed, expecting him to leave. Instead, he pulled the chair from the desk across the bed over to your bedside, settling in as he read the back cover. You were suddenly aware of his musky, amber scent because of the short distance, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t feel inviting, much unlike the person it clung to.
“Making sure you like it?” you asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Do you like it, love?” Ghost’s eyes flitted up to meet yours.
The pet name and Ghost’s suddenly soft voice caught you off guard. You reminded yourself it wasn’t personal, that it was a common British thing, that he didn’t mean anything by it, that it was colloquial. It didn’t feel bad or gross—it felt like a warm hug, a gentle kiss on the forehead, a thumb softly stroking across your cheek.
You swallowed and dug your nails into the mattress. “Yeah, yeah! I’ve—I’ve read it, like, twice now.” You silently cursed yourself for stumbling over your words.
He nodded. “Have you ever listened to someone read it?”
“No,” you answered hesitantly.
“Would you like to?”
You nearly choked on your breath. You couldn’t stop your eyes from widening and your lips from parting. Having Ghost read to you would be absolutely unreal—his voice was strangely soothing, washing over you with a gentleness you didn’t think he’d be capable of. And yet, here he sat, staring you down as his thumb stroked the front cover of one of your favorite books, his offer dangling in the air.
“You said being read to helps you fall asleep,” he continued. “You’re gonna need the sleep to handle Price’s brief, I promise you that, love.”
“I mean, yeah,” you replied. “But I don’t want you to think you have to or need to. I’m a big girl, I can force myself to fall asleep if you say Price is really that bad.”
Ghost shook his head. “Nah, I want to.” He reached for the lamp and jerked his head at you. “Get settled, love. You can still get a decent amount’a sleep in.”
“What will you do?” you asked as he dimmed the light.
“Me?” he shrugged as you lay down. “I’ll live.”
“Then I should stay up too.”
“No, sleep. That’s an order,” he said, the command stern yet playful and stoking the fire in your chest. You swore he winked at you, but it could’ve been a trick of the light.
“Fine,” you huffed. You closed your eyes so you could focus on the silky tones of his voice.
“Now then,” he cleared his throat. “Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen.”
You smirked. “Off to a great start already, Ghost.”
There was a low chuckle. You smiled, hoping he was looking at the page, but also secretly hoping he was looking at you. Maybe he was, but you could already feel your mind relaxing even though he’d only read the title. There was something in your gut telling you that Ghost was softer than he seemed. The imposing, threatening lieutenant was just a man that enjoyed tea and struggled with insomnia—and apparently, he was a bit of a softie underneath his vest and mask.
As he read, you began to let your mind drift off into dreamland, lulled by Ghost’s dulcet tones and the way he tried to engage with the text, varying his intonation and even chuckling at some of the dialogue and sentences. If he truly didn’t care, you couldn’t tell; he seemed to get more wrapped up in the book the more he read.
“..but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, and noble mien, and—”
“Hm, like you,” you mumbled to your pillow, thinking of Ghost.
There was a pause, then he continued, sounding amused. He probably hadn’t heard you. He was probably just smirking at the next sentence about Darcy’s money, not your sleepy comment. You yawned, your eyes heavy and brain finally quiet enough for sleep to overtake you right as Darcy commented on Elizabeth’s appearance, Austen establishing their complicated and dramatic love-hate relationship.
Ghost wouldn’t tell you he’d blushed at your comment. That would be his sleepy secret.
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✧ sweet indulgence ✧
Characters ◦ Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, Heizou, Aether, Wanderer (anemo boys my beloved!!)
Warnings ◦ fluff, modern AU, Wanderer is referred to as Kuni, gn reader
Thoughts ◦ Idea from the candy necklace thing from a few months ago, which is when I wrote it, just never got around to posting it ;-; tell me if this is mischaracterized pls
Words ◦ 730
Kazuha-
Would notice the smell immediately, but not the origin
“Do you smell something sweet? Like.. hard candy?”
You turned him, giving him a smile before pulling a bit at the necklace
“..oh.”
“Do you want some?”
He blushed, avoiding your gaze
“You don’t have to take it off for me, it’s fine, don’t bother-“
“You can just.. bite it off you know”
Oh Archons help him, his poor chivalric heart is going into shock
You pulled the string off your neck and into the air, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable
He took the string, biting off a few pieces before placing it back on your neck
“You’re almost as red as your hair, are you okay?”
He nodded before thanking you for the candy, letting you resume your story from earlier while he quietly stewed in his embarrassment
Xiao-
Would notice it immediately- he knows every detail of your appearance, therefore notices anything out of place
“What is that?”
“Huh?”
“On your neck— a choker?”
“Oh, yeah! It’s made of candy. You want some?”
You didn’t have to ask twice, he was already tilting your head to the side and biting a piece off
He was very quiet and very red after, but thanked you for the candy nonetheless
You, for one, were also quite red
Instead of being quiet, though, you just started talking despite your flustered state, leading him to stare at you without you noticing
He had always liked seeing you talk
Venti-
Knows exactly what it is— what can he say, he’s online a lot
“Ooh, is that one of those candy necklaces? Can I have a piece?”
“Yeah, go for it.”
Takes it by the string and nibbles a piece off, but doesn’t pull away from you before leaving a quick peck on your neck and blowing air into your ear
“Ah- Venti!”
“Ehe~ Thanks for the candy!”
Heizou-
He’s a detective, he’s gonna notice it fast
“That’s a candy necklace, yes?”
“Mhm.”
Doesn’t even wait for you to ask if he can have any, he just goes in
Leaves the left side of your neck with the white string and a few small but quickly forming bruises
“Archons, you didn’t waste time there, did you?”
“You had planned that, didn’t you? You knew you’d see me and just wanted to be a show off, hm?”
“Either way, you fell for it.”
“How can I not when it’s you?”
You paused, heat creeping up your face. You had gotten progressively more flustered with your boyfriend before turning away, giving his shoulder a shove, which made him laugh at your state.
“Fine, you win”
Aether-
Gets very awkward about asking, summoning the courage for somewhere around an hour
“Can I see your necklace?”
“Hm? Yeah, sure” You smiled, almost sending him into another panic
He’d dealt with countless terrifying situations with a stone-cold demeanor, but when it came to you, he was utterly defenseless
Takes the elastic between his fingers, biting a few pieces off and placing it gently back on your neck
He doesn’t pull away from you before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, though
“Thank you.”
“You’re so red, Ae.” He gave you a sheepish smile, something that made your face about as red as his.
Wanderer-
Notices it quickly, just doesn't say anything
He's not a child, he doesn't need candy
It would be nice, though... especially coming from you
Thinks about asking a lot, never does—his gaze lingers, though
Internally kicks himself for it
"Kuni?"
That boy whips around so fast the moment his name falls from your lips
Looks like a lost puppy almost, at your side in an instant, yet quickly resumes his faked indifferent demeanor
"What do you want?"
"I was going to ask what you wanted. Is this what you've been looking at so much?" You asked, fidgeting with a piece on the string
"What do you mean? I look at you all the time."
"You do?"
Fuck. Well, he's just dug himself into a hole with this one.
Tries to play it off, fails miserably.
You offer him the candy anyway, with some teasing, and he takes it silently, a barely noticeable tinge of pink veiling his cheeks before he turns away, tilting his hat down to cover his now burning face as his hand slips into yours.
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okay time for some delulu gojohime analysis that's a bit of a reach.
so earlier today, i was rewatching a compilation of gojo and utahime's scenes from season 1 and it rang a bell (also, i just want to say, mappa gotta have gojohime shippers on the team cause some of the s2 gjhm elements weren't in the manga). ANYWAY.
so in episode 14 (the beginning of the tokyo-kyoto goodwill event arc), utahime is introduced (and i'm not gonna say that her literal second sentence onscreen ever is inquiring after gojo, but i am going to say that). then gojo comes in with gifts for the kyoto students - some charms from a tribe. this is how the panel goes in the manga:
nothing specific about those charms/souvenirs. gojo also explicitly mentions that they're for the kyoto kids - nothing for the staff.
now here's how it goes in the anime:
unfortunately i don't have the japanese script for this scene or the exact intended meaning, so i'll have to use the english translation :')
in the anime, there are two changes to gojo's dialogue:
the tribal charms are specifically protective. whether they work or not, they were made with the intention of protecting the user in mind
"the kyoto kids" becomes "everyone from kyoto" (including staff, technically)
now assuming that these changes are correct, it makes the scene way more relevant to gojohime.
as we know, gojo thinks utahime is weak. he says it to her multiple times and it's pretty much his go-to insult for her. we also know that gojo is loaded with cash, so spending a few more bucks isn't an issue. and yet... he didn't get her one of those. this is one amazing opportunity for gojo to make fun of utahime, by giving her one of those charms and implying that she needs it because she can't defend herself. but for some reason, he didn't take it.
there are a few ways to interpret that:
gojo is a decent enough guy to not embarrass her in public in front of other people. although, this isn't true, since he does do it in front of other people all the time: see season 2, episode 1, when he calls her weak in front of mei mei and geto. so maybe he just doesn't want to embarrass her in front of her students. again, not exactly true, since he puts her on the spot later in the goodwill event arc:
pretty 'eh' to ask her to give a speech unprepared in front of all of the students, especially since she ends up performing very poorly. maybe he draws the line at calling her weak in front of her students, because he understands that they look up to her.
2. gojo didn't give her a protective charm because despite calling her weak all the time, he doesn't fully believe that and he knows she can defend herself. it is vaguely reminiscent of their recent shared scene in the manga, in which *spoilers for the current arc* utahime's cursed technique is revealed and she acts as an amplifier for gojo's. he definitely trusts her enough to team up with her, just like he did to find the traitor at the kyoto school.
3. utahime doesn't need protection, because he is there. for this interpretation, i'm drawing a parallel between this scene and this post explaining how utahime is metaphorically always under gojo's eye. even without that detail, there's his whole spiel in 2x01 where he dramatically announces "i'm here to save you, utahime". it's worth noting that he pretty much came round to help her out because he knew she was in danger (i think? someone correct me if i'm wrong please).
one thing's for sure though, it's that gojo doesn't truly believe that utahime is too weak to be a sorcerer. is she weaker than him? sure, but that doesn't make her incompetent. and if she needs to be protected, he's more than happy to do it for her.
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I watched ✨House of WAX✨and YOU BEST BELIEVE I'M POPPING OUT A REVERSE HAREM WITH THE SINCLAIRS ONCE I'M FINISHED WITH THE FICS I PROMISED YOU. ALL OF YOU. YOU'RE FINISHED.
Vincent the voyeur. The second you come into town you can feel eyes on you but you don't know who they belong to, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. But he's everywhere. He's sneaking peaks at you hiding in plain sight, shuddering as he completes his sketch, pencil moving frantically over every inch of the page. He can't move fast enough.
You're in awe of all the effort he takes into making the wax sculptures and beg to meet the artist himself, and he's scared shitless that the mask will bother you but you're just impressed it's molded so accurately to his face. Let's you touch it and guides your fingers over the contours of his mask, shaking at the miniscule tingles he can feel against his weathered skin.
obviously you're attracted to him
Bo the flirt, of course. The second he sees you he knows you'll be fun. Heat licks up your spine every time he looks at you and it's a burrowing, soul-squirming, slow and steady kind of stare that makes it feel like he's looking at every part of you, not just the parts that they all usually like.
And obviously you're this sweet, shy thing emboldened by his attraction. You can't get enough of it and he can't get enough of you. It really will be a shame to kill you.
All your friends are terrified of the goofy, scraggly driver and kind of dicks to him, and you're frowning and he's feeling his heart stutter at someone finally standing up for him and appreciating him the way he deserves. Lester giggles when you ask him more questions, normal questions, almost like you're trying to get to know him. Calls you a 'pretty thing' and gives you a little pendant made from a squirrels skull for good luck, knowing what lies ahead.
And he's falling all over himself too to be the perfect gentleman. Holding your hand to help you out the truck, the touch lingering a tad too long (he's not extending this gesture to your dick head friends of course) leaning against said truck to talk to you and missing like a complete dork, falling on his face. Embarrassed but it's all worth it when you laugh
and then all three of them when you're still roaming around and you can't find your friends, not knowing they're already dead and you're the only one left. You go to the gas station to ask around and they're all there and pretending they have no idea, smirking at your flustered expression when Bo flirts to redirect the conversation, backing you into Vincent as he does. Now you're a bit intimidated. Why are they cornering you like this? Even Lester isn't doing anything apart from an occasional 'knock it off, eh?" when you're too flustered to speak
Hehe you're in for a ride
Mini rant:
No because immediately what struck me watching it is that Carly and her friends are kind of asses??? Like yes I'm all for character flaws but just being an idiot is basically your death sentence. It was karma. The only one I feel bad for is Paige. Tell me why I had hope that they would deserve to live when it was a bunch of college kids - - - you can never trust them to be protagonists of a horror movie because WHERE IN UR RIGHT MIND DOES IT BECOME ACCEPTABLE TO TRESPASS INTO AN AREA THAT CLEARLY SAYS 'CLOSED' OR KEY A WALL FOR PROOF??? like what if I went to ur house and saw it was locked and was like "oh, that's just a decoration" and to prove your window was real glass I threw a brick at it??? Same energy really Carly's boyfriend had it coming.
p.s. i've started writing a reverse harem novel based on house of wax--- it's gonna be a slow burn that's kind of romantic and has a lot of sexual tension hehe. would any of you be interested if I posted it on ao3, or posted updates here so you know when you can perhaps... buy it? i feel like it's going to be around 150,000 - 200,000 words
#house of wax#sinclair brothers x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#bo sinclair x reader#lester sinclair x reader#house of wax x reader
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Celebrity Crush (Pablo Gavi x reader) *request
Request: Hii can u do gavi having a crush on actress reader and he reveals it after being asked abot his celeb crush in an interview :) ♡
A/N - I know that this request has been completed before but I've always wanted to write one of these and I think that my take is sufficiently different from the other writer's -> I feel justified in posting it. I hope that makes sense lol
Warnings: none
“The love of your life is gonna be there, eh!” Pedri pokes at his best friend’s shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Pablo scoffs, one tiktok post on his screen is all it took for his little crush to become the team’s hot gossip. And it’s been a month!
“Are we really still on this?” gavi groans, throwing a hand over his face in an attempt to cover the blush of embarrassment as his teammates cackle around him. The joys of being the youngest (!)
“Hey, it's completely natural to have feelings lik-”
“No no no no no I can’t deal with this today!” He grabs his bag and stomps out of the locker room, shaking his head with a huff. He would never dare admit this to his friends but my god if you weren’t the most stunning woman he had ever come across. Everything about you just oozed grace and elegance. Your voice was smooth and honeyed, striking eyes and a dazzling smile. You had an aura that just drew people towards you yet a shyness: there’s a little glimpse into how nervous the attention made you but you were still an infectiously positive influence on those around you. It certainly wouldn’t be surprising knowledge to anyone that Pablo had a little crush on you, many did. BUT the idea of you ever getting an idea of those feelings from the internet just made him cringe. He didn’t want to join a roster with those creeps. He didn’t even know you!
It was all an especially sensitive topic to him since you had mentioned being a football fanatic in a recent interview and you did express admiration for a certain La Liga goalkeeper that had him slightly disgruntled. However, when you also mentioned a certain Catalonian team as a favourite, he was shocked to say the least. You spoke very highly of them and it was becoming more and more apparent that you likely knew of him. Were you a fan? Did you just think of him as some stupid kid like everyone else? Have you ever been to one of his games and if so how did he not see you??
“So, you’re pretty new and upcoming so there's an air of mystery around you. I mean, we really don’t have anything on you! For a break-out star, it's a bit weird, don’t you think?” the host says, elbow propped up on the table with her head resting on their hand.
“Yeah, I get that but suppose I’ve been a bit of a recluse my whole life uh… I don’t know! I’m not always on social media and I haven’t really done many interviews so I guess there never really is much of an opportunity? Even with the press stuff I have done, it’s all been very much focused on the show itself so y’know…” you trail off with a bit of uncertainty, wringing your hands under the table.
“Well, I’m gonna try and change that! We’re gonna treat this kinda like a first date, just a basic get-to-know-you type scenario, you cool with that?” she asks tentatively
“Yeah that sounds pretty good!”
“Okay let's start easy uh… favourite colour?”
“I feel like the range between blue and green is pretty solid, what do you like doing outside of work?”
“I’m kind of a soccer fanatic, actually! I used to be a die-hard football fan but something about soccer just makes it feel so much more energetic y’know?” You nod in agreement, smiling at the shared interest, perking up a bit.
“I have to agree with you on that one. I used to play all the time when I was a little kid and I burned out on it as a teenager but seeing it regain that energy over recent years is something so special!”
“Exactly! I really think we’re meshing here!” you both laugh as you jokingly hold hands over the table.
“Okay okay back to the subject matter, what's your favourite league?”
“The EPL.” you say, mouth twitching as the laugh threatens to break out. The interviewer narrows her eyes and takes her hands back, cocking her head to the side. The silence only makes it harder until both of you burst out into laughter, tearing up a little bit.
“Okay no be real…” the interviewer struggles to get the words out through the giggles. You finally manage to settle down and get the words out.
“Honestly I think that La Liga has really been seeing a revival. I still love the Bundesliga and Serie A but it's been super interesting to see the quality of La Liga go up so dramatically.” The interview nods and hums in interest. She raises her eyebrow with her next question.
“Any favourite players?”
“I can’t say any names for fear of it actually reaching them but the goalkeeping last season was stellar and I think that the Zamora trophy was very well earned.” ducking your head down as a small blush appears on your face. The interviewer smirks but continues.
“Okay fine but you have to have a favourite team?”
“Within La Liga, Barcelona has been super inspiring! It was a pretty tough time losing such consistent and reliable talent especially under those circumstances where they didn’t want to leave but I would have never expected a revival like this!”
“Tell me about it, and to come from such young players too?!”
“Exactly, it’s wonderful to see them be so resourceful given their… situation and it’s clearly working so I’d say that those promotions were very wise decisions on their part!”
…..
The teasing had always been there since the team found out about it but it took an upturn after that interview. Fans were picking up on the idea given the fact that the pair of you were the same age. The edits rolled in much more quickly than what he expected: the sensual music, the mashups of his and your best moments, the illusion of the pair of you looking at each other. He doesn’t understand how they did it and he’s angry at the fact that he isn’t more offended by people imagining you as a couple. He wasn’t overjoyed by the ones of you and Pedri or a certain Moroccan goalkeeper that you referred to in the interview but nevermind. He couldn’t help but be a little curious about whether you two would be compatible. I mean it wasn’t too outlandish of an idea was it? You’re both young, struggling with fame, passionate, who knows maybe-
“Pablo, I’m begging you: get your head out of the clouds and pull it together!” his agent yells, throwing an empty water bottle in his direction.
“When are you free for a fitting?”
“... Huh?” he breathes out deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes in annoyance. The poor man just needs this one date sorted for the gala, he just wants to go home and yet here they are. All he needs is about a minute of focus.
“Okay if I have to say this one more time, I’m throwing the whole water drum at you.” the boy gulped, eyes widening at the threat, nodding vigorously as he straightened his back. Julian was a lovely guy with the patience of a saint and Pablo was grateful to have him as a publicist but he had his limits.
“Y’know that premiere Robert was going to?”
“Vaguely” Julian raises his eyebrows at that. This show has been on everyone’s lips for a good few months and to add to that, a particular name was frequently attached that would have been very familiar. Nonetheless, he chooses not to press. He just wants to get this all over and done with.
“Right well, some idiot insisted that he needed to do some promotional stuff instead so you’re going… well if you can actually cooperate and help me sort out a fitting date, that is.” he says, eyes narrowed at Gavi. Sighing out when he realises that the message has finally been received.
“Wait wait wait, why can’t pedri go?!” Julian decides that he will, in fact, push.
“Okay, I just told you that you’re going to be able to attend a premiere for the film that the love of your life is leading and you’re asking me why someone else can’t go?” Gavi looks down and plays with his fingers. Julian shakes his head, let's get this over with.
“No, magically no one else is available. Let’s get this fitting done at 10:00pm tomorrow, yeah?” any chances of being flexible are long gone, his patience running very thin. Julian hurries out of the room, holding his hand out to prevent Pablo from saying anything that would prolong the conversation.
“You do realise that this girl literally has no reason to dislike you, right?” Pedri says, looking up from his phone to see Gavi messing around with his tie and rolling his eyes.
“Apart from the fact that I’m largely advertised as a player with a giant ego and no anger management skills?” Gavi huffs. Sure, your comments on the team were largely positive but you had to have seen some of the famous outbursts.
“Hermano, I can assure you that the way that you play completely overshadows the angry chihuahua behaviour. If she can’t see that, then she’s not worth your time.” he shrugs. Oh if only it were as simple as that. Pedri may have been right but the fact of the matter was that he wanted you to like him. You were ethereal and the idea of you not liking him made his chest tighten.
“See! This is what I mean! I doubt she’d have any interest in an ‘angry chihuahua’” Gavi turns around to face his best friend, aggressively air quoting.
“C’mon man, I was only joking.” Pedri gets up to give him a reassuring hug. He can sense that his friend is still extremely nervous so he releases the hug before continuing.
“Look, she seems nice enough and she likes the team. The most you have to worry about is the great wall of Morocco sweeping her off her feet before you.” patting his cheek with a smile. Gavi looks away and huffs again but is unable to hold back the smile. Okay, that was funny. He’d never admit that, though. Thank goodness, he’s married.
“Oy, apparently that Gavi kid is gonna be there!” your ears perk up at your friend’s comment. ‘That Gavi kid’ was a phenomenal footballer and very quickly caught your attention the first time you saw him play live. The guys you’re constantly having to deal with are all the same type with very little motivation or ability to do the simplest of things. The fact that there was someone around your age having the talent, motivation and passion to play for (and help resurrect) one of the most iconic teams in the world as well as his national team was so incredibly attractive to you. His doe-eyes and fluffy, chocolate brown hair definitely helped him out in the looks area as well.
“He seems like a sweet guy, I happen to think we’d get along quite well actually!” your cheeks heat up as a shy smile makes its way onto your face.
“Oh there's no doubt about that! Being swept off your feet by Barca’s golden boy is very on-brand for you! And have you SEEN those edits, wow!” She fans herself jokingly as you throw a pillow at her head.
“Okay that's enough of that. Now I beg you just choose between one of these!” you’re holding up the two dresses you spent ages narrowing down to.
“Girl, you’re going to be the star of the show, those edits will be up and out regardless of whether your dress is cerulean blue or midnight blue.” you roll your eyes as you eye the 2 dresses once more.
“What has gotten into you? You usually have this stuff picked out weeks in advance!”
“I don’t know, just having some doubts is all.”
“Look, I promise that your lover boy is going to be blown away with either of these.”
The taxi ride feels like forever. He’s redone his tie more times than he could count. He’s been keeping a close eye on every rumoured attendee’s social media to try and up his morale but finally, they make it to the venue. It’s all glammed up with lights lining up the red carpet. It leads to the doors which are strictly guarded by 2 burly men in all black. The odd nightclub visit may have felt normal to the poor boy but not this. It's a little too much and just as he thought he had calmed down, the nerves make their unwelcome return and his hands are sweating again.
The second he opens the taxi door, the cameras start flashing and people start yelling his name. Gavi takes the time to thank his driver, passing over a generous tip before slowly exiting. Why do they have to be like this? Why do I have to be like this? He asks himself. The suit that he had made to his form by the finest tailors just days prior suddenly felt too tight. It was some of the most expensive material yet it now felt scratchy and coarse against his skin. It was all suffocating: the noise, the lights, the smell; everything. He rushes down the carpet with his head down, ignoring the requests to smile for the camera. The words were barely intelligible anyway.
The temporarily converted mall is still extremely busy and loud but the lack of paparazzi and yelling was a change he felt very grateful for. The noise is more energetic chatter and less ear-shattering screeches as the walk-in was. He sighs in relief when he sees a familiar face.
“Ah, Gavira! You made i- what’s wrong?” his teasing smile turns into a look of concern.
“What?! Nothing! Why would you ask that?” he’s rambling, still rattled from the entrance.
“Oh hermano you look like you’re about to cry!” Julian gives him a hug which Pablo gladly accepts. It’s just a lot. He has nothing to ground him or divert his attention like the pitch does. There is probably a reason why Robert is usually the one to go to events like this.
“Look, I know that the entrance was a bit much but I promise you, that was the hard part. Now it's just gonna be a couple interviews, some less chaotic photos, try to talk to some of the actors here… you’ll have fun, okay?” Gavi nods with a semi-enthusiastic smile on his face, it probably looked more like a grimace but nevertheless.
It’s been a big improvement from the first impression and Gavi is enjoying himself. He didn’t have very many photos taken at all and it’s been a relief to see footballers other than himself dotted around. Talking to them, among some of the actors, has given him some reprieve. It isn’t so bad after all.
The first interview isn’t too much of a hassle for him either. He’s used to much less friendly people than this.
“So, it must be pretty crazy to receive such high praise from such a highly coveted actress, huh?”
“I mean, yeah! She didn’t refer to me directly but it’s awesome anyway. I’m glad our team is still inspiring so many people and that SOMEONE understands the approach Xavi is taking!” he manages to get a little chuckle out of the man which releases some tension. He continues.
“No seriously, she’s an insanely beautiful and talented person so it really is an honour to hear it from someone of her calibre.” gavi says with a wistful smile on his face, cheeks heating up at the mere thought of you being aware of his existence. The interviewer smirks but keeps things rolling, that footage was going to be golden.
“On a more personal note, thank you for what you’re doing for Barca and the national team. Absolutely phenomenal coming from someone so young and I can’t begin to describe how excited I am to see how things work out for you in the future.” Well that's very different from what he’s used to hearing from older fans. It warms his heart.
“Thanks man, that seriously means so much to hear!” They give each other a bear hug before he walks off, relaxed and confident. But the second he turns around, it all dissipates. There you are, in all your glory. You’re not even doing anything intentionally model-esque, simply looking down and readjusting your dress as you wait for the journalists and camera crew in front of you to have everything set up. It's a moment he feels guilty for intruding on but you smooth down your dress, smiling as you twirl around in it. He’s mesmerised within seconds of seeing you in person, the photos don’t do you justice. At all.
He can’t hear what you’re saying and doesn’t dare get any closer but the second you start speaking you have everyone’s attention. He can tell whenever someone is complimenting you as your hands move to cover your cheeks as they heat up. He wonders how you feel about the small crowd gathering around you. Did you ever get as nervous as he did? Was this stressful for you too? He’s brought out of his thoughts as the crowd laughs quietly at a comment you made. Oh and she’s funny too? Of course she is!
Much to his disappointment, Julian is dragging him off to another interview before he could even muster up the courage to go and talk to you, with the crowd beginning to disperse. He stills looks back at you, heart pounding as you make eye contact. He sees you offering a little wave before he loses you among the people. Your smile was breath-taking but smiling directly at him was a whole different story. The rest of the interviews couldn’t last any longer, or at least he felt that way. He just wanted to see you again now, nothing else was on his mind.
That idea was a lot harder in practice, he learned. You’re right there, swirling your sprite can at the drinks bar, looking up and around every now and then. He’s been dawdling for about ten minutes now, “figuring out what to say.” He looks up every once in a while, you’re playing with your dress again and you still look just as mesmerising. Julian has had enough of the situation, pushing Pablo towards you and walking off before the boy could try to hide behind him.
“Oh my gosh, hi! It’s Pablo, right?” good lord you’re somehow even more gorgeous up close and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Have you seen that interview? They posted that one clip very quickly and he’s extremely anxious at the idea of you being spammed with the clip. It’s a shame he hadn’t been paying attention to the posts other than his interview clip. Or listened when he saw you being interviewed.
“That's me!” he says, laughing nervously.
“I’ve honestly been wanting to meet you for so long!” you say with a bright smile on your face, bouncing up and down on your toes with excitement. You can’t resist giving him a hug and he thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest any time soon. You smell absolutely divine and he’s trying to commit the whole moment to memory. You take his hand and pull him to an area behind all of the giant posters where things are a little quieter.
“I could say the same about you, I mean you’re just…wow!” He’s properly kicking himself. One chance to look cool in front of you and he’s fucked it up.
You’re so caught up in the excitement of talking with Pablo Gavi that you forget the fact that you elicit the very same feelings in him.
“No, seriously you’re incredible! I usually find defensive tactics more interesting but you are absolutely explosive in midfield! I haven’t seen anyone play quite like that for ages!” you gush. Pablo couldn’t be more grateful that everyone forced him to come here. You liked him! You liked him!
“It's honestly just what I love doing, I suppose the passion builds into the output…” he trails off as you nod enthusiastically, giving him a reassuring smile and eagerly waiting for him to continue. You don’t like eye contact very much but his hazel eyes are truly gorgeous and you can’t bring yourself to look away.
“Hey, enough about me, this is a big day for you! You’re finally getting the recognition you deserve!” he says, gaining a bit of his confidence back and nudging you lightly. You can feel your cheeks heat up.
“Eh, the me-fest was fun online but holy shit am I tired of it after this!” you laugh together and simultaneously realise that you’re still holding onto each other's hands. It just feels too right to let go.
“Do you hate the noise as much as I do?” you whisper in his ear. He feels a chill run down his spine from your warm breath and goosebumps form immediately. He nods softly, confused and suspicious of the mischievous look in your eyes.
“What’s on your mind, bonita?” he narrows his eyes, squeezing your hands lightly, waiting for you to elaborate.
“There’s a park literally 2 minutes away from here! if we manage to make an escape, we can get away from all the noise, look up at the stars…” you trail off, waiting for his response. He seems to have a permanent smile etched on his face with you but it widens with your idea. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and you begin to weave in and out of the crowd which has begun to disperse a little already.
The pair of you make it out unscathed, giggling to each other as you look back to make sure you haven’t been caught. He keeps his arm where it is, again it just feels too right. You reach one of the park benches and decide to take your seats. The dim glow of the street lamp above you illuminates your features and he can’t help but stare. Your eyes are focused on the stars, you’re holding out your hand to map out the stars you were familiar with. Your other hand is gripping the bench and he inches his own closer and closer but he has an idea of his own. He doesn’t know how but he’s thankful that his confidence resurfaces once more as he stands up, holding a hand out to you. Your focus returns to him and you cock your head to the side in confusion.
“Dance with me” the idea makes you all giddy inside but you can’t help but tease
“Without music?” He sighs in faux-annoyance as he opens his phone to play a soft tune, propping it up on the blazer he opts to take off. He’s a sight for sore eyes in the crisp, white button-up. He offers his hand to you again but you oblige this time. You squeal slightly as he unexpectedly pulls you towards his body, instinctively placing a hand on his chest while his free hand finds a place on the small of your back. His hazel eyes are so much prettier up close. He simply can’t believe that this is happening. You both fall into a rhythm together as you move to the soft melody.
“I’m a genius.”
“Of many things” he says with a wistful sigh, smiling softly.
The butterflies in your tummy grow more and more restless as your faces grow closer together. You can feel his warm breath on your face and you can see the little scars that adorn his face. The hand that rested on his chest slides up towards his face to cup his cheek and his eyes flutter to a close for a second as he relishes the warmth. You’re both breathing heavier, almost panting, even though nothing has happened yet. Your eyes are frantically flickering over each other's features, desperately trying to commit even the most minute detail to memory. Your gaze lingers on his pretty pink lips for a second too long and like that: you’re the first to give in. you pull him towards you, finally capturing his lips in a soft kiss. He tenses for a moment, mind completely blanking as he attempts to process what is happening. Just as quickly, he relaxes and pulls you even closer to him, if that were even possible. The taste of your watermelon flavoured lip gloss was borderline addictive and the softness of his lips had you feeling dizzy. You part slowly and reluctantly for breath, your hands stay in each other's hair as you stare into each other’s eyes.
“Promise you’ll call?” you say as the taxi pulls up at your place. You really have no idea just how infatuated he was with you.
“I swear on my life, bonita. I’ll call the second I get home!” he smiles, pulling you in for the final kiss of the night before you open the car door and leave. Before entering your place, you turn around to give him a wave, smiling widely as he waves back. You kick off your heels and flop onto the couch, a wide smile plastered on your face as you recall the events of the night: he, Pablo Gavi, really liked you.
Pablo tries to close the door quietly behind him, finally returning home after going rogue at the premier with you. The lamp in the corner of the living room flickers on, spooking him as he sees Pedri sitting there, wide awake and waiting.
“Look, I know I should have called about where I was but I swear I know how to handle myself I just-”
“Yeah yeah whatever, I couldn’t care less about that Gavira. You owe me something.” Pablo is stumped, his tired mind can’t wrap around what his friend is trying to get at.
“An apology? I was trying before I got rudely interru-” Pedri turns the laptop around so the screen is facing his best friend.
Oh god no, this was all much quicker than anticipated. No words can be heard and the camera quality is rather shaky but the faces are obviously you and him. The camera has captured the moment where you drag him to behind the posters to talk privately, your hands resting in his, and they capture the pair of you walking off back into the crowd together in the middle of the escape.
Pedri gets up, places the laptop on the table and goes to ruffle Pablo’s hair and then shakes him by the shoulders.
“I told you she was into you! I told you! You’re such an idiot I swear!” Gavi rolls his eyes, mouth twitching as he tries to hold off a smile. He doesn’t want to reveal all the details yet but it was a magical night, to say the least.
“C’mon you have to tell me something!” Gavi looks down as a blush dusts his cheeks.
“She said she wants to see me again,” he says, stretching the back of his neck. Pedri wraps him in a tight hug.
“I’m always right, see?”
“Whatever!” Gavi retorts with a smile, jogging up to his room. He’s itching to call you. Pedri lets him go in peace, oh he’s going to be relentlessly teasing the poor man in the morning.
Once Pablo reaches his room, he quickly unbuttons the shirt, throwing it to the side before falling onto the bed, sighing in relief as the cool and crisp sheets felt like heaven against his burning hot skin. The effect you had on him clearly hasn’t worn off just yet. He opens his phone and immediately goes to call you. A smile immediately makes its way onto his face as he hears your voice.
“Did you make it home safely?”
“As per instruction, bonita.” he thinks he can hear your smile over the line. Oh this was the start of something beautiful.
I’m sorry this has taken so long, lovelies. I have a lot on my plate and have been feeling a little demotivated but I've been feeling a lot better recently so hopefully I can start posting more often again! I hope you enjoy this one xxx
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Okay I think. I'm posting it. 800+ something words under the cut, I wanted to write something kind of like the audio dramas featured on the album CDs or the silly skits in the podcast episodes, so it's all written as if it were a script. Enjoy?!
Levi: Ah, y-you're here! ...You're early.
Lazarus: Well, I got bored waiting for the time to come around, and I wanted to see you right away, so... ahem.
Lazarus: Anyway, we’re watching the Ultrawitch finale tonight, right?
I've been looking forward to it.
Levi: Actually, I… had something else in mind for us to watch tonight, if that’s okay with you? We can totally finish the series some other time, it’s just- I saw something I really wanted to watch with you ASAP, and…
Lazarus: Really? Man, I wish you’d told me that earlier...
Lazarus: But it’s okay. I guess I don’t really care, as long as we get to hang out! What’d you
have in mind?
Levi: It’s this 12 episode anime I discovered recently. Each episode covers a different tragic story, with different characters. It's supposed to be SUPER heartbreaking lol. I mean, i-if you care.
Lazarus: Huh… angsty stuff like that isn’t really my thing, but alright, sounds interesting
enough.
Levi: Really?! Thank goodness, I was so worried you’d turn down the idea!! Okay. Come sit
down, I’ll get it all set up.
Lazarus: Gotcha!
Lazarus: …Hey, uh, you’re moving in a bit close, Levi…
Levi: Yeah, so I can see your face bette- um, I mean-! A-A-Am I?! I’m so sorry! I’ll get out of
your personal space right away, ahahaha!
Levi: A-Anyway, I’m about to hit play, so quiet down and watch closely, alright?!
…
Levi: (sniff) Making the immortal say goodbye to his human lover is so cruel... gaaahh, it hurts my very soul! (sob)
Why couldn't they both just be together forever? It's not fair...
Lazarus: It is kind of painful, yeah... but at least they got to be together at all, even if it was just for a little while?
Levi: But now he's going to be alone! Uuuugh, I can't think about this anymore... (sniff)
…
...
Lazarus: Augh, this poor girl... watching her repress herself like this makes me feel kinda bad for her.
Levi: (sniffle) Everyone in that town is so shallow. They have no right to talk about her behind her back just because she's a little "weird"! Don't they see how much that hurts her? I bet they don't even care! How heartless... (sob)
Lazarus: (Yeah, I know what that's like...)
... ... ...
Levi: W-Well, that was the final episode. Um... your thoughts, please?
Lazarus: Eeeh, bit of a 6/10 to me, I think. No, maybe 6.5... 6.7?
Levi: 6.7?! N-No way... did you somehow feel nothing while we were watching it?
Lazarus: Well, the stories themselves were written fine enough, I guess...? But it didn't really do anything major for me.
Levi: ...You're unbelievable.
Lazarus: Huh?! Hey, what's with the sudden mood change? Are you mad at me?
Levi: Tch... I should have known... even if we ARE best friends, you'd never... not in front of someone like me...
Lazarus: Levi?
Levi: Like, why would you?! Who would want to be so open... in the presence of some loser...
Lazarus: Leviathan.
Levi: What?!
Lazarus:
What's up with you? Talk to me.
Levi: ...No. I can't. It’s too embarrassing.
Lazarus: Come on, just tell me!
You know I'm not gonna judge you!
Levi: Fine. Fine!
Levi: I was just thinking... in the entire time we’ve known each other, I’ve seen all sorts of different emotions on you.
Levi: I’ve seen how happy you get when you pull a UR card of your fave. I’ve seen you be
totally pissed off during those days when we hated each other. I’ve even seen you be terrified out of your mind, but…
Levi: …somehow, I’ve never seen you cry before. I thought for sure today would be the day, but everything backfired on me. So humiliating...
Lazarus: Eh? So all of this was you trying to make me cry?! Okay, I miiiiight judge you a little for this one. You’re weirder than I thought, huh!
Levi: Wait. Wait, wait, wait! No! I just realized that sounds really bad! I-I-I promise I’m not a
sadist or anything! It's because, um, I…
Levi: …I brought it up once, to everyone else. And they all said they’d never seen you cry, either.
Like, not even tearing up a LITTLE bit!
Lazarus: Yeah, ‘cause I don’t like to do that in front of other people.
Levi: But that’s the thing! When they all said that, I thought... I really wanted to be the first and
only person to ever see you cry.
Levi: Because, like… that would mean you trust me, right? I… want.. to be the only person
you’re vulnerable with, in that way… or something.. whatever.
Levi: Never mind, it’s nothing. Just forget I said anyth-
Levi: …Wait. A-Are you--?!
Lazarus: T-That’s… (sniff) somehow, that’s the sweetest thing... (sniff) you’ve ever said to me!!! Waaaaaaaahhh! Levi, you’re so cute!!!
Levi: Why was that what did it for you?! Hey, don’t just throw your arms around me-! Aaaaghhh, I can't process all of this!!! Let go, you idiot!!!
END 💥💥💥
#atari.pdf#<- IDONT HAVE A WRITING TAG. I SHOULDNT HAVE USED TXT!!!!!!!#Anyway this is entitled 'a new side of you' in my documents#I think this would be much better if it were actually voiced but obviously that's not happening so www#No taglist either coz I'm shy if this gets seen it gets seen. Hi guys#Plot inspired by the fact that I truly honestly do not cry much (I wish I could though. It's just physically difficult)#❥ the prince and the little mermaid
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SxF Light Novel: Family Portrait Translation Mission 2: Yuri's Day Off (Part 2)
<<Part 1 . . . Part 3>>
“Welcome to STEP WORK KIDS.”
“This is a city where you can learn a lot of jobs. Please play and experience a lot, and find what you wanna be in the future.”
“Have fun.”
Greeted by the smiling faces of the staff, Yuri and Anya stepped into a much larger and more authentic children’s town than they had imagined. Although much smaller than the actual thing, the fire station, hospital, courthouse, library, newspaper office, post office, bank, publishing house, and the science and technology research institute were elaborately made but somewhat adorable. The floor is paved with cobblestones, there are even traffic lights and pedestrian crossings, and small buses running on the streets.
Most, if not all, of the visitors were parents and their children, and the parents looked strangely tired everywhere. Some of the mothers were walking like zombies, and some of the fathers were sitting like figurines on the benches in the street.
“Papa! Come on, hurry up! I wanna be a fashion model next!”
“Eh….there… Papa’s a little embarrassed to go in there…. I’m fat after all. My stomach is also sticking out lately. Let’s go to the pastry shop instead.”
“No, no! That place is definitely one we can't miss!!”
Seeing a little girl, maybe a little older than Anya, forcing her reluctant father to come along her, Yuri thought,
Why? What’s there to be ashamed of being fat?
Yuri furrowed his brow, thinking that it wouldn’t matter if the father’s belly was sticking out or not, it’s his daughter who would be experiencing it anyway.
Anya, perhaps overwhelmed, kept her mouth open.
“How many times bigger is this than my house?”
“Hnn? If we divide the area of this facility by the area of your house…about 80 times.”
“E-Eighty times…”
Anya swallowed.
“So? Where do you wanna go first? Judges, scientists, and bank clerks…they are all stable jobs and offer solid careers.”
While Yuri looks through the pamphlet he received at the entrance, he picks out some of the recommended occupations. All of them were things he wanted to be in the past.
“Being a prosecutor or a lawyer sounds good too.”
“I can’t see it, Unkie. Please bend down!”
Anya, who is short, yells as she jumps up and down.
“Didn’t you get one at the entrance too?” Yuri asked.
“Yeah, but it's….”
From her small handbag, Anya took out a crumpled pamphlet.
“What do you think? Journalism is a great profession too, or if you’re strong enough, I think being a soldier is not that bad.”
“I wanna go here.”
Anya pointed to the top of the pamphlet. Yuri’s face involuntarily stiffened as he skims over the top.
“I saw it from the police cartoons I watched yesterday.”
“...........”
“Become a police officer, jump from high places and kill bad guys.”
Anya snorted while she talked excitedly.
“Then, lock them up in a pig cage and feed them with rotten food.”
“.....Don’t you say those words in front of my sister.”
Yuri grumbled, “I’m begging you.” as he began to regret bringing this chihuahua girl here.
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“Welcome. Here at the police station booth, you can experience the work of a police offer.”
Upon entering the police station booth, a young woman staff smiles at them as she guides them through the building. The entire staff was dressed in costumes that resemble police uniforms.
A father and son, who seem to have finished their experience, walked past Yuri and the others with excited expressions on their faces.
“This is my first time shooting a gun! Hehehe... And of course, every shot hits the target! Awesome right?”
The son proudly boasted to Anya. The young father says, “Come on, let's go. Sorry to bother you.” as he urges his son, bowing becorry towards Yuri. Yuri also reflexively bowed his head back. “It's okay,'' he replied.
“I wanna be a doctor next!”
“Geez...Is daddy gonna wear a white coat during his day off too?”
“It’s fine! Hurry up, hurry up!”
“At least let me do other jobs on my holiday.”
That was the conversation Yuri heard from the father and son as they were walking away.
What? What are they talking about?
While Yuri's head was filled with question marks, “Gun….Bondman.”, he heard Anya, who was standing next to him, mumbling in a dangerous tone. Her eyes were shining suspiciously.
“Remaining bullets, two-eights.”
She looks unnecessarily sharp, and she is saying things that he can’t understand. The strange gleam in her eyes made Yuri’s instinct to tell him,
I can't let her play with guns.
“It’s your time now….”
A woman who was reading something that looks like a progress chart, lifted her face.
“The interrogation room is available. She can experience the work of criminal interrogation with our actors. What do you think?”
“Then, we’ll go with that please.”
Yuri responded immediately without listening carefully. He must stop the shooting at all costs. Anya tugged the hem of Yuri’s jacket and shouted, “I want to shoot a gun! I wanna be like Bondman!”, but he ignored her pleas and pretended he didn’t hear anything.
“Well then, please change into your uniform here.”
“Come on, you go now.”
As he pushed Anya’s back, the woman politely told him,
“No, her big brother has to come with her too.”
“No, I'm not her big brother-”
“He's not my brother, he's my unkie.”
“Oh my, you look so young so I thought you were just her older brother.”
The woman looked at Yuri in surprise, then she politely corrected herself,
“I'm sorry for my rudeness. Well then, please come this way too.”
Ugh… I want to vehemently correct the word “Uncle”. But I feel like if I say I’m not her uncle, it’s going to be extremely troublesome.
Everything is dangerous these days. If you’re not careful enough, you may be reported as a suspicious person. If that happens, the secret police reputation will be ruined.
So there's nothing else I can do.
Although he was not willing to do it, Yuri immediately changed his attitude.
“No”, he replied “She'll go there on her own to experience it.”
Yuri decided to be a good “uncle”. He was originally good at acting after all.
“I will wait here. Listen carefully to the big sisters in there and be a good girl, okay?”
Yuri smiled, it's a smile of a gentle uncle for his adorable niece. And Anya, with wide eyes, was looking at Yuri like he was a strange creature.
“Unkie, you're gross.”
She muttered.
“Your smile is so fake.”
He was annoyed by her stubbornness, and he decided to ignore it. However, the female employee turned around and said,
“Um, I regret to inform you of this, but it's the rule of this facility that the guardians should keep an eye on their children during the work experience….. .”
“What?”
“Our goal is for parents to play with their children to encourage their motivation and find the joy of working, so if you don’t agree with that, then I have to refuse to let you use our services.”
In a polite tone, the female employee strongly emphasized the educational purpose of the facility.
What kind of weird rule is that? ….What’s the point of having the adults to join in too? How does that even motivate children?
It was really confusing for Yuri. However at that point, he suddenly realized why the parents were so exhausted earlier.
“Eh….there… Papa’s a little embarrassed to go in there…. I’m fat after all. My stomach is also sticking out lately. Let’s go to the pastry shop instead.”
“Geez...Is daddy gonna wear a white coat during his day off too? At least let me do other jobs on my holiday.”
Now Yuri understood why the fathers were like that.
Is that the reason why they all look so tired?
He should have realized this sooner, or at least did more research before going there.
My god… it would’ve been easier if I'd woken that fat dog up, and taken them to the park for a walk if I had to do this.
He regrets it to the point of gritting his teeth, but it’s a festival for later.
“What should I do? Should we go back and go somewhere else? But this kid…”
Yuri glanced at Anya who was standing next to him and met her cold gaze.
“If we go back, I will write this in my diary and I will show it to Mama.”
Anya said eloquently. Moreover, she opened her little bag, and Yuri caught a glimpse of the curse book inside it. That was clearly a threat.
“What would you like to do? If you agree with our facility’s rules, please go in and change your clothes in the changing room over there. Or do you perhaps want to leave?”
The young SSS agent felt a great deal of humiliation at hearing the woman’s words with a smile, but he has no other choice but to answer,
“No, I’m going to change clothes.”
#spy x family#spy x family light novel: family portrait#sxf#yuri briar#anya forger#I was supposed to post everything in two parts but I realized how long the chapter is#so i decided to post them in 3 parts#please do not repost
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How would the companions feel about a SS with a really slow reaction time, like taking a moment to get a joke, having trouble avoiding hits from weapons, etc
It certainly took me a long time… (I had a slow reaction lmfao) I admit that, unlike many others, my creative side suffers when I live too many things… not fun.
I persist, though, I don't let you down, which is why I maintain the Masterlist up to date.
So this is a slow reacting Sole. Nick may have something here.
Cait : It was manageable as long as they stayed close to the Boston ruins.
In general.
Cait was conscious that Sole seemed a little light at times, but nothing too significant. Anyway, a few psycho shots here and there, and Cait had lost interest.
But things didn't always go as planned. A gunner with a happy trigger and Sole looks left and right before understanding they're being shot. Or the raiders who mocked Sole for 10 minutes before Cait grew mad. And Sole remained there, attempting to comprehend what had just been stated to them, before exploding with wrath as if they had only recently arrived in town.
"Eh! You are not business owners! You are thugs attempting to rob me!"
Cait palmfaces herself before smashing the last with her baseball bat.
"They didn't put an Assaultron's processor in your terminal, did they?"
Sole offers her an empty stare. Then the realization dawns on them: "Oh, you did notice?" They appear to be embarrassed by it.
Cait places a confident hand on their shoulder. "No need to fret, I've got the quick deals covered from here on out. But ya, listen up. Pull out the weapon if I tell ya it’s spurts. Otherwise, I reckon the Commonwealth ain't gonna have enough stimpacks to handle whatever you decide to catch as a bullet."
Cait's words appear to have encouraged Sole. They make the decision to blindly believe the fighter. May the Gods help the commonwealth.
Codsworth : It's nothing new for the butler. Nate had done an excellent job of preparing him. It's a tragedy to request Sole for an addition by adding a division. It's better to also remove the nuances. The innuendo? The greatest way to see them on the mat for two days, contemplating what they had missed.
He travels with Sole in this post-apocalyptic world, attempting to get rid of any problems of this kind. "They shoot at us, mother/sir." - "This man offends you, Sole." - "They ask if you don't have some caps so he can eat."
Then they save this wretched detective. Things are getting really complicated now. This synth has a habit of speaking in Innuendo and Sole bugs so frequently that the domestic robot ends up takin the other apart for a little talk.
"Very well, let us establish this clearly. It's not the swiftest contraption on the circuit, sir/madam. But they are not imbeciles, and you must cease treating them as such."
Nick appears astonished. "I ain't one who regards 'em as fools!" He exclaims.
"Do kindly cease with the innuendo and diminutive inside jests, if you please. Most importantly, I hear you say once more: "Well, I shall conduct a diagnostic while you ingest this serpent’ I assure you, next occasion, I shall procure an authentic serpent to compel YOU to ingest."
Nick appears to be growing increasingly surprised. He has not a reputation for making fun of others, and he didn't feel like it. He would make a remark or two about the speed with which Sole absorbed the information, but he didn't think he'd been impolite. He assures the butler that he would pay more attention in the future, attempting to discover the simplest and most direct method to communicate with Sole.
Curie : Curie had plenty of time to think about it before finally releasing her truster from her century-old jail. Every piece of information appears to take ten years to gather. Surprisingly, it does. It reminds Curie of one of those terminals that always appears to take longer to digest the information than the others, but at least it gets in. Curie recognises that she must be patient. Then, as they make their way to the vault, one of the damned molerats who escaped them leaps upon Sole's neck. Curie reacts quickly and extracts it from the poor human, burning it to ashes. However, it is too late. Sole is most likely contaminated.
"Oh, dear, what shall we do, my good sir/madam?”
"How about a stimpack?"
"However, this affliction! There was but a solitary opportunity! Only one dose!"
Sole frowns. They remain frozen for an extended period of time. Curie tries to assist them.
"The dosage that you shall administer unto the child.”
"The dose that...yes, I'll gave the child the cure." They appear enlightened, proud to keep up the conversation.
"But then, how shall you indulge yourself?”
"With the help of a stimpack."
"But, for the molerat's decease!"
"Ah!" Sole shrugs, "we have to save the child."
"Are you still committed to the noble cause of rescuing the child?"
"What would you do in this situation?"
"I remember you I am a Contagions Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer, impervious to any form of affliction.”
Sole scratched their head, trying to figure out how to connect the dots. Curie leads them forward, not wanting to loiter too long. "It matters not to comprehend it right now, for we shall ascertain in due course.”
Then, as they set up camp on the outskirts of Boston at night, Sole burst into tears unexpectedly. Curie hurried.
"Goodness gracious, what in the world is happening?"
"I have an incurable disease!"
Curie then experiments with what appears to be human irritation.
Danse : He encourages this civilian to come into the police station and get some equipment. Sole stands there, tapping their hands.
"Civilian, I have instructed you to ready yourself for our imminent mission."
"OK, OK. I'm getting ready...um, but what exactly do you mean by preparation?"
"We have surplus purified water, ammunition, rad-away, rad-x, take anything you might need."
Sole joyfully approaches the counter that shows Danse. They already know that this post-apocalyptic environment doesn't have many of these fortune, so it's a tremendous gift to be offered.
Then Rhys exclaims, "Catches fast!"
Sole receives a can of water behind their head before they can figure out what's going on. They revolve slowly while stroking their neck.
"But, but..."
And Rhys do it again with two others cans who attack them like missiles. To say that Danse is catastrophed is an understatement.
"Rhys!" Heylan chastises. "How dare you?"
Rhys appears perplexed. "Wait, they don't have reflexes?"
Sole, embarrassed, picks up the three water cans that have fallen on the ground. Danse approaches his man.
"In any case, these circus act manners have no place in the Brotherhoods of Steel. And you should have known better than to continue after the first can."
Rhys lowers his head, embarrassed. "Sorry, Sole, but I won't do it again." He doesn't like this freelancer, but he also doesn't want to harm them.
Danse rumbles a little more before turning to Sole. "Are you all done?"
Sole puts their water in a bag. "Here it is, the water is tidy."
Danse raises his brow. "I mean, to prepare you."
"Oh!" Sole returned to the counter and grabbed whatever they believed might be useful. "Here it is, everything is tidy."
"Certainly…"
Danse walks to the door, thinking that a least, Sole have courage and a fine aim when it comes to killing abominations.
Deacon : "Oh, I do love self-deprecating humor, but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it." Deacon then busted up laughing.
Sole gives him an unsettled glance. "It's unfortunate for you not to be good at something you love."
"Oh no, wait, you don't understand." But Deacon, as brilliant as he is at making jokes, is uncomfortable explaining it. "What I meant was… that's what you see, self-deprecating humor…it's…"
"Oh, I just figured it out!" Sole laughs, "Oh, she's good!"
Deacon wipes his brow with relief. When it's too subtle, leave a cool-down. Got it.
Dogmeat : The good dog is ecstatic to be following his new master. Then the New Master and him gets at Concord. The New Master approaches one first raider as if it were a stroll through the park.
"Eh!" they exclaim. "Are you the one who threw sticks at my butler? That's not very nice!"
Sole is shot by this first raider. They takes the round into their arms and, shocked, notices the injury. The dog leaps upon Sole's shoulders and slams them to the ground behind a low wall.
"But they're shooting at me!" Sole finally understands.
They then pull out their revolver and don't bother asking questions, much to Dogmeat's relief. Because they don't have a crumb of it, the good poop swears to devote all of his instincts to his New Master.
Elder Maxson : “…so I ask you to go down to the island and clean it up for me.”
“It’ll take more than a day! It’s ruins!”
Maxson looks at Sole in astonishment, to say the least. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, you mean, kill every stray! Okay, at your command."
While Sole turns their heels to the vertibirds, Maxson glances at Danse and whispers, "Good luck."
Danse nods. Fortunately, Sole is a good shooter…
Hancock : Sole remains frozen for an extended period of time. Nick is no longer harassed by the butler, but he recalls his admonition.
"Uh Hancock, meets Sole." He's attempting to figure out how to get things going.
"You just killed him?" Inquire the newbie.
“Yeah, he threatened me," the mayor replies.
"He made a threat against the mayor. And you invited him to come talk to you. And you murdered him."
"Sole, uh? You know who I am?”
"A ghoul that talks?"
Hancock shrugs his shoulders and casts a glance at Nick. He grins. "My young friend, I am the Mayor."
"Oh!" Sole appears to have finally grasped the concept. "So, yeah, killing him was preferable. I get it now."
"Oh, if I get it right, they didn't bother putting a ten speed in the damn box,” Hancock observes.
"But he's not stupid!" Stated Nick swiftly. "All you have to do is... give the information time to get to it. Even if the information is as deadly as a bullet in the back."
Hancock offers Nick a shocked expression. "Sorry?"
"When it shoots around, it's better to let Sole know, because if you expect a reflex, it's going to bleed."
"You're talking about me!" Sole said.
"Just the usual recommendations," Nick insists. "This world is… hard… and it often goes very fast."
"Too damn fast," Hancock grumbles. Sometimes, movin' at a pace that's just too damn quick for my likin'.”
"Oh, I can understand it so much!" Exclaims the newcomer. "It always seems to move too quickly for me."
Hancock gasps in laughter and hands them a Jet inhaler. "Listen up, brother/sister. 'Cause I gotta be honest, I already feel like I'm fallin' head over heels for ya. Grab this here, and if your can's hollering at ya, pop a solid dose. Ya gonna start noticin' that ya movin' faster than this here rock we call home, catches me?”
While Nick scolds, Sole pockets the gift with a wide smile.
"Not sure it's a good idea to fuck up the gray cells on top of that."
Hancock dismiss with a "pfff" sound. "It'll be a real sweet deal for 'em. And if the light's gone, I've got Mentats.”
Gage : "The water gun's stashed away in that there locker!"
"But how will a water gun help me against a power armor?"
"I done told ya it was a blasted power armor with one of them fancy electrical systems. Sending water is gonna fry those circuits faster than a molerat in a radstorm."
"Oh, I understand!"
Not too soon, Porter reasoned. He witnessed them in the Gauntlet when this dude/girl took shots like they couldn't feel pain, but if they were to play hot hand, Gage would surely want to take on them. He'd almost certainly win.
MacCready : "I take 200 tax caps when walking in irradiated water pools."
“I understand,” says Sole. Then they frowns and replies, "Wait a minute. Why would I pay you 200 caps extra for a wad of water you have to walk over every day?"
Mac chuckles. He will have attempted. They must not be taken in. Sole may be slow to get the point, but they can rationalize. Meanwhile, Mac's rifle has their back, and the person, they're not too bad of a boss.
Nick Valentine : He is relieved when the Butler announces that he is returning to Sanctuary and leaving Sole in the care of the detective. This robot has something threatening that he dislikes. Perhaps a tad overprotective for this poor soul, but it puts him on a tightrope. Nick realized what was going on pretty fast with Sole. You don't make little ironic jokes, or they will lose track of the subtlety. But he's genuine. He wishes to assist Sole. Sounds like a fine person who has seen too much in too short.
He swiftly takes the beat and realizes that when the balls start whistling, his priority is to put Sole away until the bug learns and pulls out their gun. Aside from that, after all the data is in, they are incredibly fine-tuned. If we give them enough time to think about it, they might make a great detective. They found this damned hit man's lair because, with all Nick threw at them as information, Sole drew out a profile that would impress colleagues.
"Some are in the box. Perhaps too much, which would explain why there are traffic jams?"
"Are there traffic jams? But there isn't a working vehicle, is there?"
Nick waits with his arms crossed.
"You mean in my head? Yes, I confess it. Thank you; this is the first time anyone has understood."
Nick gives a small smile. He genuinely likes Sole.
Piper : "I'm not a trader. Right now, I'm just trying to... understand and survive."
Piper eyes widening.
"Shut! Just play along, I ask! Please!"
Sole gives the reporter a blank stare. "Play to what?"
Danny becomes impatient in the speaker. "Piper, what are you doing?"
Sole is now getting it. "Oh, I'm a trader from... Quincy? Yes, Quincy, I have a lot of... supplies."
Piper casts a glance at Sole but manages to improvise and eventually grants them admission. She moves her gaze to the new as the door opens.
"You're really something, eh? But thank you for participating."
"Yeah, sorry, sometimes I take a little time to understand…all the time."
The journalist's grin broadens. "No worries. Now that I know, come with me and I'll filter. Thank you once again."
With that, she finally enters her city, where she is met by a rather dreary mayor.
Preston : They must be a moron. They are standing there, about to be shot. Definitely an irradiated bulb moron.
Preston notices a dog rush on the newcomer and rescues them. He knows who Dogmeat is. He had no idea Dogmeat was taking desperate causes.
Then, whoa!
The new one returns and destroys everything! Some argue that you shouldn't make snap judgments. This individual is proof. The treats are down in less time than it takes Preston to fire three shots.
"Damn! Slow at first, but after... Hey! Over here, on the balcony!"
Strong : “Puny human strong. Puny human doesn't react to bullets”
“What bullets?”
“Puny human amazing! Puny human doesn’t feel pain?”
Sole suddenly seems to realize that they are being shot. They scream, turn to the mutant who targeted them, and burst his brain.
“Puny human… funny… Strong likes it."
For his part, Rex seems to think they are a simple mind. He tries to explain his mission to them, and the new one just stares at him with an empty expression. Then suddenly, the light was there.
"Teaching super mutants art! That might be a good idea."
“It could have, but it’s not.”
“But you convinced Strong.”
“In a way, yes.”
“Strong wants to find milk of human kindness.”
Sole looks at Strong for a long time, then nods.
"We’ll try, my friend. We’ll try."
Strong love Sole.
X6-88 : "Why a recall code?"
"In order to... completely erase Gabriel's memory, I explained it to you."
"Yes, but why?"
With a heavy sigh, the Courser grips the bridge of his nose.
Standing up, Sole widens their eyes. "Oh! Because he defied the Institute, and you don't want that to happen again!"
"Indeed."
"I understand now!"
"It seems…"
He exhales another breath. Okay, left them time for some downtime. Every. Single. Time. X6 is capable of this... He'll have to do it one way or another.
#fallout 4#fallout#fallout 4 companions#fo4#fallout companions#fallout 4 reactions#fallout 4 react#sole survivor#danse#nick valentine#cait#piper wright#deacon#curie#fallout 4 curie#curie fo4#dogmeat#deacon fo4#deacon fallout#deacon fallout 4#fallout 4 deacon#fallout deacon#fo4 deacon#fo4 danse#paladin danse#elder maxson#arthur maxson#codsworth#fallout maccready#rj maccready
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Happiness From Love Spread Afar / Part 1 / Aira FS2
Aira Feature Scout 2 Story Translation, Part 1 | Next
Characters: Aira, Kohaku | Writer: Suika
"Eh!? T-that's not true at all!"
Season: Winter
Aira: O~i, Kohakucchi! Over here!
Kohaku: Pardon me for suddenly callin' you out, Love-han. I have some time on my hands until my next job so I was feelin' a bit bored.
Love-han, are ya really not busy?
Aira: It's all good. Today's work and lessons are over, and I was just thinking of heading back.
If anything, I'm happy that you called me out like this. I wanted to talk to you too ♪
Kohaku: It makes me happy as well to hear ya say so. Thank you, Love-han.
Aira: Ah, the always-popular window seat is open! Hooray, Kohakucchi ♪
Kohaku: Alrighty, then I'll grab us some drinks and snacks.
At any rate, today you're in a grand jolly mood. Did somethin' good happen?
Aira: Ehehe, you can tell? Actually, an idol group I've supported since their debut was selected for a release event!
Kohaku: Release event, as in the event they do when they release a new CD for sale?
Aira: Yep yep. It's an event we're very familiar with, huh?
So about this group, a year ago they were only known to a few enthusiasts.
But a little while ago, a short video they posted became trending on social media. From then on, they gained a lot of fans in one go - currently their popularity is booming!
So, the competition for this time's release event was supposed to be rough. I thought they might not be selected...
But when I checked my phone after filming just now, they won by a landslide!
My tiredness from work already went off and disappeared!
Kohaku: Well, that's wonderful. When's the release event being held?
Aira: Next weekend. I'm planning to go straight there after I finish up my work scheduled for that morning.
Why can't the day come quicker ♪ I can't wait anymore.....!
Kohaku: Kohkohkoh ♪ When I see Love-han gettin' excited, I also become happy.
Aira: If watching me makes you happy, feel free to keep watching more and more ♪
I'll share the happiness that I've received with Kohakucchi as well⭐
Kohaku: Yer mood sure is great, huh. Well, it's much better than bein' down.
...Oh, if it ain't Anzu-han. Anythin' happen?
Aira: Anzu-san. You want to talk about the "Feature Live"?
Ah! Could it be my turn next!? Is that why you called out to me?
W-what should I do? Happy things keep happening one after another today - I might've used up all my luck.
Kohaku: Yer overexaggerating, Love-han. Even so, I'm glad for you.
Aira: But a "Feature Live," huh...
That means all these fans will come to the live just to see me, huh....
Anzu-san? Am I nervous? Well, of course I am. Just by imagining it I feel like my legs are trembling!
Kohaku: Don't ya think ya don't need to be that scared? For sure, bein' alone on such a huge stage might make you feel helpless.
But I think that until now, Love-han has done a great job as an idol already.
Aira: Kohakucchi....
You're right. If this was before, I might've said "Just me alone can't deliver a successful stage"
But I'm now different from those underachiever days....Yeah, Anzu-san. I'll try my best!
I'll give the best performance so that all my fans can make the best memories of their lives!
Kohaku: Kohkohkoh. That's the spirit, Love-han ♪
Anzu-han, you'll take photos for the feature live's pamphlet, yeah?
Aira: You came to discuss candid shots with me? Uwah, uwah.....! So that's what it's gonna be about after all!
I love this concept, since you can see the expressions of idols that you can't normally see when they're being idols ⭐
"Do you already have an image of what kind of candids you want to take?" you said?
As expected of Anzu-san to see through me....Actually, I've taken some pictures that I thought would be good for this concept.
Kohaku: You've gotten around to takin' photos already, that's amazin'.
Won't ya let me see them too? I might serve as a good consultant for the shooting ♪
Aira: This is kinda embarrassing but.... s-something like this!
Kohaku: Love-han spendin' time in a stylish lil' cafe. Love-han illuminated by the sunset. And this one's Love-han walkin' under the moonlight.
Aira: "Do I also have ones that aren't selfies?" Yes, actually I received help from everyone in Alkaloid.
Kohaku: Yer right. There're some photos where your unit members show up too. Looks like fun ♪
Aira: So, how do they look? I think something like this would be good.....
"They're well taken"? "Because you understand the charm of idols well, the scenes are chosen well too"?
Ehehe~ It makes me happy to be praised by Anzu-san ♪ Then let's put this one in the pamphlet...
Eh? "Please wait a moment"?
Kohaku: ....It seems Anzu-han and I have the same opinion. These photos of yers are a bit uncanny.
Aira: ....What part was no good?
Kohaku: It's not that it wasn't good. It's just, some of em' don't feel like Love-han....
Like the photo in this cafe. This store has been trendin' on the internet recently, so it's not strange for Love-han to spend time here.
But I dunno. I jus' feel like the vibe of this photo doesn't suit Love-han.
It's like I've seen this somewhere, or like some other idol took a picture like this before....
Aira: Anzu-san? Yep. I've collected everyone else's Feature Live pamphlets, of course.
...."Could it be that you adopted the same vibe of other idols' candid shots that you used as reference"?
Er, in that case, I'll retake them....! These photos should convey my image, after all.
If I retake my photos to feel similar to this, it'll work fine for the pamphlet, right!
Kohaku: ....Isn't your demeanor a bit strange, Love-han?
Aira: Eh!? T-that's not true at all!
These are the candid shots I finally get to do, I just want my fans to be happy with them...!
Kohaku: True as that may be... wait, there's already an expression that you don't show when you're an idol, right?
See, when Love-han gets fired up talking about idols....
Aira: Uwaaaaaahhh!?
Kohaku: Y-ya surprised me! What happened!?
Aira: S-sorry! I just remembered that I have to meet up with Hiro-kun!
I've gotta go!
Kohaku: Eh, Love-han!? ....and off he goes. I wonder, did I step on some kinda landmine?
"He was acting strange"? You think so as well, Anzu-han?
He wants to hide the fact that he loves idols, huh.
But there should be fans who already know that Love-han likes idols.
I feel like there's no meaning in hidin' it at this point....is there some other reason?
Anzu-han. Could you try askin' Love-han once again?
I too am lookin' forward to Love-han's solo live. Anzu-han, I'm countin' on you.
If there's anythin' that I could help with, feel free to say so anytime. I'll lend you my strength ♪
endnotes: ik I'm inconsistent w/ how I format Kohaku's dialect but hey I think it sounds more natural this way totally not an excuse👍
#enstars#ensemble stars#translation#enstars translation#kohaku#aira#aira shiratori#kohaku oukawa#ensemble stars translation
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Training
Ship: Ayaka x April | Word Count: 682 | Warnings/Tags: fluffy, self-indulgent ^.<
A/N: ehe i nearly forgot i was gonna post this today oopsies but here we are! a little fluffy ficlet for her birthday~ I hope you all enjoy it!!
Ayaka grips her book tighter and resolutely directs her face down towards the pages. She starts to read, but several paragraphs later, she realizes she's not retaining any of the story.
She lets out a little huff and raises her head again, her eyes falling on the source of her distraction. How is she meant to focus on her reading when April's in the same room looking so freaking attractive?
It's her own fault. She can admit that much at least. It was her idea to read while April worked on her training. She just didn't expect it to be this hard to focus with the other girl exercising like this.
If this had been Thoma or her brother or really anyone else, she's sure that she would have no trouble reading her book. She's done that before, actually. It's one of the only times she can spend time with her brother with how busy he is. Though, to be honest, she's also usually working on her sword technique at the same time he is so there's not a chance for her to read like this.
The next move of April's involves her flipping her polearm over the back of her hand and catching it again, the sight of which sends a little jolt to Ayaka's heart. How? How does someone look that good doing something so simple??
And the sounds!! Ayaka hates to admit it but that's the main reason she can't focus. Not with April letting out small grunts and noises of exertion like this.
Necessary noises for this type of exercise, Ayaka's fully aware, but they're causing her face to heat up nonetheless. They remind her too much of… other fantasies of hers.
April sighs softly and de-summons her weapon before beginning to stretch. Ayaka barely holds back a squeak at the idea she might be caught and stares down at her book again. Still, she can't keep herself from sneaking little glances as April stretches.
She thinks she actually does squeak this time when April uses her vision to douse her hair in water, letting out a contented sigh as the water cools her off. April glances over at the sound, a small smirk quirking her lips.
"See something you like, princess?" She teases, giggling as Ayaka starts to stammer and looks down at her book again.
April shakes her head and goes over to the pitcher of ice water that was prepared earlier, pouring herself a glass and downing it. Then she goes over to sit by Ayaka's side.
Ayaka is still looking away, so she jolts a little in surprise when April's fingers gently nudge her chin up. Her face flushes anew at April's eyes so close to hers and April smiles warmly at her.
"Why are you so embarrassed, love? I knew when I invited you here that you'd end up watching… There's nothing wrong with it." April says softly.
"I know. I just didn't expect it to be so…" Ayaka trails off, several words coming to mind but none of them being good enough.
April laughs softly, seeming to know what she means. "It's different, huh?" Ayaka nods the best she can with April's fingers still holding her face up. "Of course, it is. Watching your partner exercise is different than watching anyone else."
"Wait… Is that why… before, when you watched me and Ayato spar…?" Ayaka trails off, both of them knowing what situation she's referring to. April's cheeks slowly turn pink and she laughs a bit sheepishly.
"Yes. That's why I got so flustered back then." April admits and Ayaka hums softly. "I couldn't help it. You look so pretty wielding a sword, my dear."
Ayaka blushes again but she giggles at the compliment. April smiles and leans closer to kiss her softly. "Now, come on. I seem to recall you wanting to have a picnic today?"
"Oh, right!" Ayaka perks up. April giggles and stands up, reaching for Ayaka's hand and helping her to her feet. The two smile and walk back into the estate, looking forward to their upcoming date.
#self shipping#self ship#self insert fic#self insert fanfiction#self ship fic#self insert#si x canon#canon x si#canon x self insert#self insert x canon#sakura blossoms 💖🌸#my writing
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From your character ask game for the Cars movies! Zero obligations to answer, but I myself love doing these.
Im not going to send you a character. Ill ask you instead to pick two for yourself under certain criteria.
1) A character that you were inatantly drawn to on your first watch. The character that ultimately and initially became your favourite.
2) A character grew on you over time and over several reruns of the movie(s). Also please tell me why this occured. It fascinates me.
Brace yourself, theres a few!
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Im so sorry I cannot remember what they were! I just wrote down the numbers. Love your blog!
Alrighty! This is gonna be fun, also I love this request- thank you so much honestly (つ≧▽≦)つ
Characters I have chosen (it's 3, I couldn't decide on the first criteria, so this is gonna be quite a long post):
For the first criteria we have Strip 'The King' Weathers and Finn McMissile
And for the second criteria we have Francesco Bernoulli.
-> When I first watched the second movie of the Cars-Trilogy I mainly focused on the whole espionage thing that was going on, and less on the World Grand Prix racing. Therefore I didn't pay much attention to the other racers individually. And at first I did not like Francesco at all. He reminded me too much of Lightning, when Lightning was a rookie and I didn't like that. Bernoulli gave me, as mentioned, similar vibes as rookie Lightning, the vibes of the whole 'being a one-man-kind of show' thing. Francesco came across as a cocky, flirtatious, over confident character with a high ego. (At least for me ಥ‿ಥ)
But after I rewatched the movie several times, I started to like him more. (Well and maybe some fanfictions had their influence as well-) I began to think more about him, about his way on and off the track, his relations and so on. I saw that, despite his seemingly high ego, he is indeed a kind soul. For example how he seems to like the fact that his mother is his 'biggest/greatest' fan, and he is open about that too. I have a feeling some other racers would be embarrassed to see their family members, especially their mother, cheering for them. But he doesn't mind it. (Alright- this turned out longer than expected-) ⊂((・▽・))⊃
NOW- let's get going with the rest of your 'Character Asks' request (つ≧▽≦)つ
I am gonna go in the following order for each number: Strip Weathers, Finn McMissile, Francesco Bernoulli
1) My first impression of them
-> A racer with great potential, that is also blue and works for an agency with a Dino as a logo. (≧▽≦)
-> Uiii cool looking, normal, spy guy. Actually, scratch that- a wild traumatized appeared (Pokemon reference intended)
-> Rookie Lightning McQueen but make him Italian and take away his fenders
2) When I think I truly started to like them
-> When he told off Lightning at the beginning of Cars 1. No elaboration.
-> Right at the start of Cars 2, due to the whole entire chasing scene.
-> After rerunning the movie several times, and fanfiction-
3) A Song that reminds me of them
-> 'Gossip' by Måneskin
-> 'Set it off' by Skillet
-> 'Iconic' by Simple Plan
10) Describe the character in one sentence
-> Silly country boi that loves racing and his wife (and sponsor.) ⊂(・▽・⊂)
-> Bisexual- I am sorry- British secret spy agent with trauma.
-> Italian racer that is shamelessly flirting (and in love) with McQueen
12) Sexuality hc!
-> Bisexual or Unlabeled (already mentioned in another ask)
-> Gay- Bisexual ʘ‿ʘ
-> *clap clap, finger guns* Pan. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞
13) Your favorite friendship they have
-> Him and Tex/Him and Junior
-> Him and Tomber
-> Him and McQueen
16) A childhood headcanon
-> Never liked playing/interacting with other kids
-> Grew up somewhere in Germany
-> Used to steal- eh I mean borrow, Mama Bernoulli's cosmetics
18) How do you think they were as a kid?
-> Shy and reserved, didn't know how to connect with others around him
-> Bubbly and happy, always in action, until some trauma happens (Explanation in 22)
-> Outgoing and enthusiastic, loved to brag about Mama Bernoulli's delicious food (he still does that)
20) A weird headcanon
-> Had a goth/punk phase as a teen. ( ╹▽╹ )
-> Once needed to plan a wedding for a Spy-Mission, as part of a cover
-> He knows how to knit and sew. (≧▽≦) Mama taught him ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
21) When do you think they were at their happiest?
-> Whenever he is/was on the track or with Lynda/Tex, and later on whenever Cal or Junior are around, oh and when he met Doc Hudson (つ≧▽≦)つ
-> Training Academy with Leland and when he was/is with Mater/Holley and or Tomber
-> Also while racing, around his fellow racers (The other WGP racers), and of course when he is with his Mama
22) When do you think they were at their lowest?
-> When he crashed at the Tiebreaker race, and during middle school
-> After his mother's death, and later when Leland passed
-> After a harsh break up, and unlucky for him, his Mama was very ill at the same time too (she got better of course)
24) What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone
-> He once wanted to commit. (I'm sorry, I'm dumping so much trauma on the poor guy) Never told anyone. Not even his parents found out. Not even Lynda or Tex know, he keeps that secret to himself and he will take it with him into his grave.
-> He will never tell anyone, how exactly his mother passed, only he knows the real reason and he is gonna keep it that way
-> He used to eat flowers when he was bored, and occasionally he still does that. Of course he isn't gonna tell anyone, his Mama doesn't know either
25) When do you think they acted the most ooc?
-> When he met Doc for the first time and was alone with him. I don't know what kind of hyperfixation suddenly hit him, but he suddenly became all excited and bubbly. I mean his Idol was in front of him. (I am sorry I couldn't think of any movie scene that seemed ooc for him)
-> That one scene in Cars 2 in Japan, where he fought with some of the lemons. There is this one scene, one split second, where he was shocked to suddenly be rammed
-> Also in Japan, during the race on the dirt part of the track. We all know he lost his momentum there due to not knowing how to properly drive in dirt. That was the one moment his self-confidence/his ego took damage.
26) When do you think they were being 'themselves' the most?
-> Honestly, on the track, with Lynda and Tex, with other friends, with his nephew and so on
-> Around Leland/Tomber, and with Mater/(Holley)
-> With his fellow WGP racers, especially with Lightning
AND DONE ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
This was fun to write, took me about an hour plus and I loved it! (つ≧▽≦)つ
Thank you so much for this, it really got me into my thoughts and just- thank you! (≧▽≦)
#cars#cars 1#cars headcanons#strip weathers#finn mcmissile#francesco bernoulli#doc hudson#lynda weathers#cal weathers#lightning mcqueen#leland turbo#cars 2 movie#disney pixar cars#pixar#pixar cars#tex dinoco#character asks#thank you
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