Simon was sure that he heard something outside of the safe house, and it wasn't an enemy.
"What are you hearing, lad?" John presses, his voice distant on the radio. Simon dares to open the door, peering outside into the dark woods.
"Talking. It sounds like more than one person, but all in one direction." Simon explains quietly into the radio.
"If you order now, you can get two for the price of one!"
"That sounds like an infomercial." Johnny murmers behind him. "That one guy. Billy Mayes?"
"He's dead, isn't he?" Simon asks, taking a deep breath before aiming his gun and light towards the trees. "Must be a damn good impersonator." He quips, but the sarcasm dies in his chest when they see you.
Your gangly form was unnatural. Limbs too long, torso too wide, jaw far too unhinged with too much skull exposed. Your face twists into what seems like a smile when you see them, ambling closer as you carefully extend a long arm.
"This is the last mop you'll ever need. Don't wait, call now!"
The voice you were using was feminine now, and Johnny stares over Simon's shoulder at your slowly approaching form. "What the fuck is that thing?" He whispers as you get to the porch steps. Neither of the men could move, Simon's finger hovering just over the trigger.
He hadn't hesitated taking a shot once, but he couldn't with you. You weren't trying to hurt them, were you? You reach slowly past the gun, your large hand almost incasing Simon's head. You let out a strange cooing noise as you stroke his head.
Price's voice crackles on the other side of the radio, but neither man reaches for it to answer him.
"They make the perfect gift for holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries!"
"What the fuck do you do, L.T?" Johnny whispers queitly, looking over at Simon with a raised eyebrow.
"We're gonna take it to base and teach it to lure people using our voices."
"You're fuckin evil, Sir."
"You're fucking evil, Sir."
Johnny stares back at you with wide eyes, barely having a second to register hearing his own words from your lips before you start petting his head as well. This could definitely be useful.
after some thought i think hollanov needs to meet kagehina
in 2019 (this works out in canon!! although kagehina from here on out is like purely fanon) an international sports network is doing a story on famous rivals from different sports (so metros/voyageurs vs raiders/bears & msby vs adlers)
backstage i think shane and kageyama are the type to bond over not really knowing much about each others sport but respecting the grind, they ask each other for training and diet tips to see if there’s a way to apply techniques from one sport to another and improve their game (they’re awkward at first, but once they get on the topic of their respective sports…)
ilya and hinata start out also talking about sports as well (cause duh sports network) and they kind of get into the topic of how hard it was to manage immigrating to a new country and playing professional sports (brazil arc hinata…) but they also get off topic a lot and tell each other funny stories about shane and kageyama
as for the actual segment its interview style and its your standard questions like:
“when did you first meet your rival?” - “at the international prospect cup”, “a middle school volleyball match”
“what do you admire about your rival?” and that’s basically a consensus of how it’s great to have someone who challenges you to do better, and how everyone is putting in such hard work and discipline into their sport
i think where it mostly deviates is kagehina describing their time on karasuno together (which hollanov yearns for especially post 2017 all stars)
hollanov gets to talk about how they’re been maintaining a friendship this whole time, the irina foundation, and basically also just sell #thenarrative more
both of them are in the trenches of hiding a relationship, but by the time they split up after a post-interview dinner (which may have involved some alcohol) ilya and his gaydar are 99% sure kagehina is a thing
He and Nico are a year apart (not with Nico being In his 90s)
He is allergic to lying and apples
Best friends With Cecil and Lou Ellen
People thought he was kidding about being allergic to apple because of the saying
He will not put on pants
Bad fashion sense
Like a middle age dad in the summer
He also wears those shirts with horrible and sarcastic sayings on them just to be annoying
Loves twizzlers
It's an actual addition
He also happens to have a caffeine addiction
He's one of those people that mixes redbull and black coffee with five hour energy shots
He is deaf and uses hearing aids that Leo made and they work better then most hearing aids so they make his hearing almost perfect
Looses said hearing aids all the time
Powerful
Like everyone underestimates him but then he pulls out an Eradicated Disease and you might die
Super protective of his siblings and friends
Cecil was his first time if you know what I mean
He hate the sound of stepping on bugs so but he still hates them and makes someone take them outside
He has autism but he still functions without help
He has a slew of mental problems (what do you expect from and kid that went fought wars and lost so many people)
He has High anxiety and social anxiety
Ocd, ptsd, and depression
I also headcanon him to have episodes where he Hallucinates things that happen in the war and he kinda forgets reality but only for a few hours at most
Slightly colored blind
He doesn't get sick often but when he dies it's a horrible thing that would take out the strongest
His plague powers won't kill him but they do hurt when he get really sick
He and his mom grew up really poor
Thick Texan accent when he is really emotional or tired
Came to camp when he was 7 years old
He bites things as a stim, like every thing he has in his hands at the time from a pencil to scalpel that he's using in surgery
He's gotten better at controlling it and only does it when he's thinking hard
Chewlery lots of it
He has tons of chapstick
Has a love hate relationship with the Infirmary and doesn't want to be a doctor like he is at the moment when he gets older
Has horrible handwriting like it looks like a five year old writes for him
It's chickscatch 100%
I will write more because I love Will, and he deserves some happiness
Can I request Scott summers x reader ( gender doesn't matter ) where Scott is reminiscing about his life with the reader. Scott and reader are bestfriends and have always been together as X-Men, they have never left eachother. As he is reminiscing he's like shoot I think I'm in love with my bestfriend.
Bro, what if we like…kissed right now? Wouldn’t that be, idk, crazy?
prenotes: first off: I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS, SOFT SCOTT OMGGGG!!!!
that aside, my absolute obsession for this man aside,
this request literally made my heart melt, imagining how silly and cliche it is to realize you’re in love with your best friend; literally one of my favorite troupes, hands down.
Thank you so much for the request, anon<3
pairing: Scott Summers + gender neutral reader
warnings: none, yet again!
genre: fluff, absolute filthy fluff– like, seriously, enough to make even the strongest man crumble and slam his fist to the ground
notes: as mentioned above, one of my favorite troupes. it’s everywhere in media, but you can’t help but squeal and kick your feet when you see it happening. I am but a simple human being, in love with the cutest, most sweetest concepts known to man. that aside, I hope everyone enjoys this one as much as I enjoyed writing!!!
word count: 700
Scott’s always deemed himself as awkward. Yeah, sure, it’s a pretty huge flaw of his, but everyone is awkward about something at some point.
That being admitted, Scott fully understands that friends aren’t awkward with each other (at least, not from any experience of his). In fact, he finds himself quite content in his friendships, especially one with his best friend, (y/n). A silly little mutant, one that instantly clicked with him. It was refreshing to have someone that didn’t immediately smartass him. They’d always been so respectful of him and valued his say-so– it really didn’t come as a huge surprise to anyone that the two were fast friends.
It’s refreshing to have a best friend like (y/n), someone he can speak unfiltered to. For example, when he and Jean broke up (gosh, he’s cringing so hard at the memory– her admitting she’s leaving him for Logan of all people), (y/n) was the first to check up on him, and even did their best to keep his morale high.
Now, don’t get him wrong, Scott is no sort of rule breaker, not by a long shot, but who can say no to (y/n)’s pouting face when they asked him to sneak out one night and just…take a break from the mansion, from other mutants, for one night to just be at peace.
And he appreciated it a lot. It definitely helped. But, being around (y/n) in general is always so much fun, it’s almost upsetting when he has to retreat to his dorm for the night– well, unless they had an impromptu sleepover, set with a pillow fort and everything.
To have someone understand him so well, someone he genuinely enjoys being around and listening to, from going on missions together, to just listening to them rant about whoever had annoyed them the most that day, even to just laying next to each other (not touching, of course, Scott prides himself on being extremely respectful of boundaries, thank you very much).
That all being said, Scott just couldn’t shake a growing feeling recently, one that made him stop and think about how he feels his best around his best friend. It’s like he’s been seeking their presence more and more recently– but he wouldn’t consider himself clingy? It’s all confusing, and a lot to digest, so he’s just pushed it aside.
But now, sitting in his dorm, lost in thought while still attentively nodding as (y/n) rambles about their latest annoyance (Gambit’s daily card trick that involved blowing up the fridge), Scott can’t help it as it hits him. The realization hits him hard– like a train carrying 5000 tons of freight had ran right into him. ‘Holy shit, I’m in love with my best friend.’ Scott stares blankly for a second. It all made so much sense now, the lingering touch they shared when passing an item to one another, the longing gaze that followed (y/n) any time they’d leave the general area.
“(y/n) I have something to tell you!” Scott blurts out, leaving the other person confused, though they tilt their head, urging him to continue since apparently it was important enough to interrupt them. “I think I like you- like, a lot, but I don’t want to jinx or ruin what we have, I value our friendship so much and-”
“Damn, that’s gay Scott.” ‘What? Is that really all they have to say?!’ Scott frowns a bit after hearing that response, it was unserious and clashing with him as if they think he’s joking or– “Alright, I’m chill with gay. Gimme a smooch, Scotty.” Though a bit caught off guard by the random nickname, Scott finds himself unable to argue, scooting closer to them and– hesitantly, looking for further consent– reaches to cup a hand against their cheek. He leans in and– god, it’s everything he’s ever wanted and more, so soft and full of feelings, a silent admission from their side of reciprocation. He finds himself chasing after the feeling of the kiss when they separate, which only causes (y/n) to giggle. “Gosh, desperate are we?”
