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I just finished reading it and oml I loved it

It is well detailed and it’s easy to feel immersed in the story

9.5/10 would recommend

" Good Ol' Country Man "

[#]pairings . characters: Cal Weathers x Reader [#]warnings . tags: Cal Weathers, Strip/Lynda Weathers, Tex Dinoco being Tex, Established relationship, Engagement [#]word count: 8.5k [#]synopsis: You tag along with, your boyfriend, Cal to have a Weathers' family style break after a long season [#]note: Everyone in this fanfiction is human! Tex is like a father to Strip, and a Grandfather to Cal. Every summer, the Dinoco and Weathers family all meet up in the Weather's ranch for a month. This month, you were able to tag along. [#]@'s: @bootleg-cal-weathers @kachowthunder [#]requested by no one

There was nothing better than moments like these; moments in which you saw nothing but the open country land, fields rolling behind you with a few sprinkles of animals,  and a single road. Country music was playing next to you, filling the car with a melody that was paired with the howling of wind that came in and out of the car thanks to the rolled down windows. The country air was fresh, crisp, and light. It wasn’t like the air in most cities, which tended to be heavier, and you now see what Cal had meant a day or so before you two had left Dinoco’s training center to head down south. Usually, Cal would have left the day his Uncle, Strip, and Tex had, yet he decided to hang back for a day to get one more practice in on the track; He also had decided to stay because you had been running a little late due to your own scheduling problems. Something had happened in which your sponsor hadn’t scheduled you off for the month of this trip, despite you having put in your letter and had been approved months ago. So, you had to prolong your stay at your company for a little longer to get everything sorted out, and couldn’t help but apologize so heavily to Cal for being late. He hadn’t been angry at you for missing the leaving day, in fact he told you he was a little grateful you had done so. Tex and Lynda loved to tease Cal, especially when you were around. So, he was glad he could dodge that bullet for at least a day. Plus, now Cal and you could take your time coming down to the Weathers farm; make any stops along the way as the two of you see fit. Usually, from what Cal told you, Lynda enjoyed shooting through the whole drive just to get to the farm; Strip tended to be impartial to any stops along the way, or how long they took to get there; and Tex enjoyed trying to stop at every Ihop along the way. You couldn’t help but laugh the first time you heard Cal explain how enthusiastic Tex was about Ihop; “ He ain’t ever been more enthusiastic on’the road unlike when his eyes catch an Ihop on the road.” You still couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the statement.

“ Give it half’an hour and we’ll be there. ” Cal’s voice cut sweetly through the road, which he had promptly turned down a little so you could hear him better. In doing so, he could hear your light chuckling, and was inclined to ask, “ What ar’you chucklin’ at? ” His voice was not demanding, but inquisitive; curious like a little kid who wanted to know whether the chicken or the egg came first.

“ He ain’t ever been more enthusiastic.. ” You started, looking over at Cal with a snicker and he almost instantly got your reference. He began laughing a little himself, turning his eyes back to the road but his attention was still on you. A little snicker played on his face, “ Well, it’s’true. We’ve had to go with’im when we come back down. You’ll see what I’meant. You’ll see an Ihop roll by, and there’s always the question if we could stop to get some pancakes’an’bacon. He’s as excited as a pig when they see’their feed. ”

“ What, is he like a little kid when they see McDonalds? ” Cocking an eyebrow up, you turned your head to the side upon seeing a field of cows grazing from the corner of your eye. There was a light spark of joy that Cal caught, one in which was like the joy of a child. He  couldn’t help but smile a little wider.

“ Yea, just as excited as a little kid when they see a M’acDonalds. ” Cal hummed with the familiarity of the road that laid in front of him and the joy of having you sit next to him. He usually missed you heavily when the season ended and he couldn’t see you every week, for racing or for practice. You’d usually go home, just as he would come down South to be with his own family. But, this year was different… and he couldn’t help but feel a little ping of nervousness as he remembered what was in his suitcase.

Right, he forgot he had packed that.

The ride died down into a comfortable silence once more, as you turned the radio back up as a song you recognized came on. Melody and rushing wind mixed in the air once more, but this time mixed with the taps coming from Cal’s steering wheel. Taps in which caused you to look over at him a few times, though you’d brush the tapping off when you noticed it usually went along with the beat of the music.

The sun was making its preparations in settling down for the night when you had arrived at the Weather’s family home. It had been around a 10 minute drive through the drive through and ranch before you had hit the big, southern-style home in the middle. The property was large and beautiful in of itself, yet the home that laid on the center of it all was simply breathtaking. As you exit the car, you couldn’t help but slowly shut the door and try to take in the home; It had two-stories and was made up of dark-brown wood that was accented with a white trim. There was a porch that winded along the perimeter of the home, littered with outdoor furniture that looked lived in, but in a good way. Large windows paired up with white wooden frames allowed a majority of the house to be lit by the sun rather than the interior lights. Though there were still a few lights flickered on in the main rooms that, you guessed, were being used due to lack of sunlight that could filter through the windows. The house just looked, and even felt, like a home.

“ Hey, hun, ” Cal called you from the back of his car, causing you to turn around. Having been confused at first, you soon took notice of how your boyfriend was trying to carry your shared bags, though realized he couldn't do so. A small bit of laughter escaped your lips as you walked over to help him. Grabbing a few of the bags he was holding, you allowed him to grab the remaining two that remained in the trunk. Between the two of you, there were around 5 bags, in which 3 were yours and 2 were his. Cal, having been coming to the Weathers family home since he was in diapers, knew exactly what to pack and how much to pack. You, sadly, did not. He tried his best to help you while you packed your bags, but sometimes didn’t have the heart to say no to you. But, hey, it was a bag more than Cal had… so you don’t think you over packed.

“ You got the trunk door, Cal? ” You were answered by the shutting of the trunk door, followed by a small proud smile from Cal. Having found your answer, you were just about to go check the car’s interior for any remaining items, when you were interrupted by a call from the porch of the house.

“ Boy, ” Tex’s voice rang out through the empty yard, the door behind him opening as Strip and Lynda stepped out. You could only guess they had heard the slamming of the car doors or the trunk, or possibly the engine when the two of you pulled up. “ Ain’t no way it took you longer’than three hours to get your butt down’here. If y’all stopped at a restaurant along the way, I expect to be getting some food righ’now. ” Tex teased as he leaned against the railing that flowed along with the porch. Behind him, you took notice how Strip shook his head lightly, while Lynda snickered a little over to her nephew; who was now standing beside you with the three heaviest bags in his arms.

Flushed, Cal glanced off to the side before he answered Tex, “ We got mud’stuck in some traffic while tryin’ to get down here. The drive took a little longer than expected. ” Though his answer was truthful, in which you could advocate for, Tex seemed to just sarcastically hum to tease Cal; implying in which the two were late for reasons other than traffic.

“ Tex! Let the two be. ” Lynda gently smacked Tex’s shoulder, “ At least they made it for supper, just as Cal had promised they would! Come on you two, you can put your bags up in’the spare room. You know the way Cal. ” Lynda smiled at the two of you sweetly, before she nodded her head towards the house as though she was giving the both of you some needed reassurance that you were allowed inside. She then turned to the two men standing next to her, a hand being placed on her hip as she ushered the two, “ Now of the both of you, scoot your butts inside and get ready for dinner, it’ll be ready before either of you can shoot out another teasing remark towards poor Cal and his company. ”

“ Do ya need help with the bags, Cal? ” Strip called from the porch as he made his way over to the porch steps. Behind him, Tex was laughing while Lynda ushered him inside, knowing he wouldn’t help either of you with your bags.

“ Nope, I think we got it, Uncle. ” After sneaking a peek into the car, something you were about to do before being interrupted, Cal began making his way over to the steps of the porch with you in tow. Now you understood why Cal had told you to pack as many close-toed shoes that were comfortable yet sturdy to walk around in. You were looking around at the property near the house as the two of you walked in and noticed the mass amount of land that was just grass; the only paths having been made by the mass amount of feet that had compacted the dirt to the point of forming the trails. Luckily, you had listened to your boyfriend.. Despite your slight inclination to not listen to him when he told you just for the funnies.

With a nod of his head, Strip walked back towards the door of the house. It was a two-way door, with the door on the outside being like every other normal door and a screen door on the inside. “ Well, you heard your Aunt. Supper’s gonna be ready as soon as y’all come down from setting your bags down. So hurry yourselves. ” Strip gained a little nod from Cal as he passed through the door, though he stopped you before you could enter. “ And it’s finally nice to be able to host’ya in our home. ” Strip extended his hand and you met it with a small yet rather firm handshake.

“ Thank you Mr. The King. ” A small smile slipped your lips, while Strip chuckled a little from in front of you. He raised his left hand and waved it a little, reassuring you there was no need for any sort of formalities.

“ Please, no need to be so formal, just call me Strip. We’re family now, after all. ” With a pat on the back, Strip allowed you to enter their home. In which, you saw Cal waiting at you from the stairs with a slightly worried expression on his face. You cocked an eyebrow at him, snickering a little as you walked over to him. “ What, didn't think your Uncle would like me? ” You teased him lightly as Strip walked into the kitchen, allowing Cal to release the breath he was holding. You couldn’t help but playfully gasp a little and hit his shoulder.

“ What?! Can’t I be just a little nervous? ” Cal retorted, raising his hands a little in defense. In which you shook your head at, not believing he’d actually be nervous about his Uncle letting you inside of the house! And it’s not even like this was the first time you had met the racing legend, you usually got to talk to him a little bit when you went to go support Cal in his pits! Strip and you had been able to talk a good handful of times, enough to where you were more comfortable around him than Tex or Lynda.

You pushed past Cal, still shaking your head with a small smile, “ I can’t believe you, Mr. Weathers! Thinking your poor Uncle wouldn’t let me into the house. ” Cal followed you, rolling his eyes lightly but his worried look still lingering from before. He couldn’t help but be nervous when his Uncle had stopped you at the door like that out of nowhere!

“ He stopped ya’ out of nowhere, I had a right to be at least a little worried. '' As he defended himself, the two of you walked down the long hallway. The staircase cut somewhat in half of the hallway, leaving a left and a right of the hallway; in which the two of you walked over to the left, went around a corner and Cal opened the door at the end to you ‘tsking’ at him.

“ You’re such a worrier. Your Uncle is too nice to turn me away at the door when we had traveled here together. What was he going to do? Say I couldn’t come in because of X, Y, and Z and then tell me to go find a ride back to the city? Now we both know he would have never done something like that… Unless I was Chick Hicks. ” You continued as Cal rested the bags he had on the foot of the bed, and offered to take your bags so he could set them down. Though you passed him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you’, as you placed the bags you had brought from the car next to the others.

Cal sighed a little, running his hands through his hair, “ I don’know, he might of. ” Cal sheepishly smiled at you, his brows frowned upwards. Again, you couldn’t help but shake your head at your boyfriend; someone who you loved dearly yet someone who you could also smack right upside the head sometimes. He was brilliant, but he too often lets his brilliant mind trick himself into thinking thoughts that were just not true.

You strolled over to Cal, giving him a gentle yet firm hug in an attempt to calm him down, “ Well, your Uncle loves me..” You paused for a moment and looked off to the side, a cheeky thought racing through your mind. You snickered a little, “ I hope- ”

“ You HOPE?! ” You laughed a little at Cal as he was instantly set off, panicking again as he parted from your hug. His hands landed on your shoulder as he looked down at you with worry. “ What do you mean you hope!? What happened? ” Your soft, airy giggles cut through his panic as your hands glided over to his arms, just by your soft touch and your unworried face, Cal could tell you were just joking with him. He let out a heavy sigh and sunk into his shoes a little, causing you to snort and laugh harder knowing you gave your poor boyfriend such a startle.

“ Well you never know, ” You continued, trying to speak through your laughter. Yet Cal was having none of this, he already had his own doubts about his Uncle, Aunt, and Tex accepting you into the family, he didn’t need to have you giving him gray hairs before he was 30. He turned you around, shaking his head as he pushed you out the door and followed right after you. “ Not today, please. ” His voice sounded tired, and you would have been tired of yourself too if you were in his shoes.

“ Aw, I’m sorry, Honey. ” Snickering, you leaned back and laid your head on his chest. Promptly, having done this many times before with you, Cal wrapped his arms around you but still was trying to get the two of you downstairs. There was a noticeable nervousness lingering on Cal’s face, you could tell by the two his eyebrows were slightly frowned upwards, his eyes were just ever so much softer, and there was a frown to his lips.

Leaning up, you planted a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s jaw, “ Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll love me as much as you do.. And if they don’t, I’ll love you all the same. We can run away to… Italy or something and live happily ever after there. ” Cal shook his head at you again as the two of you managed to walk down the flight of stairs, though he still smiled a little. In which, you knew you managed to cheer him up a little and allowed yourself to cup his cheeks and squish his face a little.

“ Alright, alrigh’! I understan’, no need to be worried. ” He chuckled lightly, sounding genuinely happy to have you there to keep him from worrying his butt off. He leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead, yet was interrupted by none other than Mr. Dinoco himself;

“ What’s this what’s-it-talk about runnin’ away to Italy? ” Tex cut into the conversation with ease, causing Cal to jerk his head up and you to grow upset that you didn’t get your little kiss. Tex sat in a little breakfast table that was pushed towards the window parallel to the kitchen. His little comment had alerted the attention of Lynda and Strip, who were setting up the dining table for dinner.

Lynda poked her head in with a confused look, while Strip just walked by to get the remaining food on the stove, acting as though the comment was a casual Tuesday conversation. “ Runnin’ away to Italy? Pause, sweeties!- “ Lynda folded the cloth she had in her hand and put it into the pocket of her cooking apron, her hands were promptly placed on her hips right after. Her tone was assertive, but still friendly, “ No need to elope, I thought you both knew that by now! Because if we didn’t, you Uncle and Tex would have been runnin’ me up a wall as they threw a fit about your lover comin’! ”

“ Oh, I’m sorry, can you repeat the part you said that you support Cal and me? ” You jokingly leaned forward, cupping your hand behind your ear as you glanced up at Cal with a snicker. You cocked one of your eyebrows as he darted his eye to side and then at the ground, growing embarrassed of all his worry earlier. “ I get it, I get it.. I was being a worry wart. ” With a snort, you frowned your eyebrows playfully and smiled at your boyfriend, retailing with a “ You think? ”

With a shake of his head, Strip vanished into the dining room once again and Tex let out a howl of laughter as you outed your boyfriend. Lynda was not as amused as the two men, but she did smile sweetly at Cal as she walked over to the fridge to get a pitcher that was inside. “ Cal, honey… ” She started, her voice simmering down into a much more sweet tone. She turned back over to Cal, “ It’s sweet that you’re worryin’ about us accepting them, it shows you care. Now your Uncle and Tex, they won’t be as forgivin’.. But y’all need to wash up and get ready for supper. The table is set and I expect us to have a nice family dinner, no more of this elopin’ nonsense! ”

Cal responded with a soft, “ Yes Ma’am, ” then parted from you and walked over to the sink, in which you followed to simply be polite and respect the household rules. You found your place next to Cal and began to wash your hands as you noticed his face; he was a little flushed and you could tell he was embarrassed beyond belief at the whole ordeal that had just transpired in the kitchen.

“ So.. ” As soon as you started, Cal glanced over towards you. “ Are we still going to Italy? ”

Tex’s laughter grew louder from the dining room, as he had moved from his seat at the breakfast table. You were pretty sure you could hear Strip trying to muffle his own softer laughter and Lynda scolding the two lightly about eavesdropping. “ It ain’t eavesdroppin’ if we can hear their conversation from here, Lynda. ” Tex tried to save himself, though Lynda seemed to be having none of them today. At least it was reassuring to know that Lynda was more so on your side than Strip and Tex were, but from what you heard by Cal’s first hand accounts… she can tend to be a little ruthless too with teasing.

A cheeky grin spread across your face as Cal shook his head, though a small smile had twitched on the corner of his lips. “ If you really want to, Hun, we’ll go to Italy for a vacation. ” Cal sweetly responded, drying his hands with a rag before handing it off to you so you can do the same. As you dried your hands, Cal turned off the sink and waited for you to finish so the two of you could head into the dining room together.

“ Well, that took ya’ longer than it should have. Plannin’ your escape-? ” Lynda gently hit Tex with her hand, looking at him with a cheeky yet daring look; simply just asking him to say something again so she could have him go eat out with the dogs. Tex raised his hands in defense, “ Aye! I’m just curious, I migh’need to write their trip off as a business expense. ” As Lynda and Tex bickered lightly, not being harsh in words or actions, Cal pulled out your seat. He got a kiss on the cheek for his chivalry before you sat down, allowing him to push you in before taking his seat next to him. There was a spread of various different home-cooked plates such as: a bowl of thick and creamy mashed potatoes that made your mouth water, a watermelon salad, and a bowl of various assorted roasted vegetables. All food that complemented the main course, which was a well-done grilled steak that seasoned, glazed, and just made your stomach growl with anticipation.

From this meal and the joyous, light air that everyone shared around the house and still into the dinner table, you knew that this was going to be one wonderful vacation.

It had been a week since You and Cal had arrived at the Weathers family, and one less week he had to fulfill the plan he had in mind. He knew he had given himself a grace period of 2 days, 3 days max, because it would have been too soon into your stay for him to ask.. But now he’s about 7 days in and he doesn’t even know how he’s going to start. The thoughts flew through his head as he stood in front of a beautiful Applaloosa mare that stood in front of him, slighting digger her striped hooves into the dirt as her molten coat got brushed out by Cal; who couldn’t be paying any less attention to Cotton. So much so that Strip, who was brushing a handsome American Quarter stallion two stalls down from Cal, had to kick a bucket towards him to get Cal to snap out of his own thoughts.

Cal jerked back as the bucket clattered in the background. He turned to look at the bucket, confused on how it had suddenly moved, before hearing Strip snicker, “ Well, good’mornin’ sunshine. How was your open-eyed, bodily-functioning beauty sleep? ” Cal turned to look at his Uncle, thoroughly confused and a little dazed about what was happening. Strip could tell and he chuckled a little to himself, “ I called ya’ about 10 times, ya’ didn’t answer. I had to kick that bucket over to you so you’d snap out of your daze. So.. tell me, was it [y/n] or? ”

“ What?! No- I wasn’t!- ” Cal was quick to defend himself from his Uncle, but shortly became quiet as he knew he would be lying straight to his Uncle’s face if he continued that sentence. He shortly leaned over against Cotton with a defeated look on his face that caused Strip to chuckle a little at.

With one final, softer and weaker stroke, Strip paused on brushing out Apricot’s mane as he turned his full attention to his nephew, “ What’s wrong boy? You’ve seemed troubled ever since your second or third day of bein’here.. And your Aunt had picked up on it way before, maybe even the minute she had seen your face in the driveway. ” Strip slipped his hand out of the band attached to the brush as he set it down in its proper bin to be used for later, when he managed to get Cal to spill what has been on his mind lately.

Something that wasn’t a hard task, since Cal knew he could trust his Uncle, Aunt, and sometimes Tex, with anything he might want to tell them. So he lifted his head off of Cotton, though he still brushed her as he began to tell his Uncle what has been on his mind. All of the worries he was facing as well as the fact that he wasn’t sure when the perfect time to do all of this would be. He relayed how he knew he wanted to do this before the trip was over and before the second night, but also how his stomach just grew knotted and he felt a little snick even thinking about his plan. He wanted it all to go well and he wanted you to be happy with what he had in store, yet he wasn’t sure if this is what you’d want and if he should go through with all of this. What if you didn’t like it and said no? What if you criticized him about what he did and everything he told you? What if…

“ Son.. “ Strip had found himself leaning against a wooden post of a stall around the middle of Cal’s ranting. His voice catches Cal’s attention, causing him to jerk up from his slowly spiraling thoughts and caused him to give his Uncle a sheepish smile. “ Sorry.. “ He mustered out as his eyes darted to the ground beneath him, “ I just… want to make this perfect for them. ”

Strip knew he had to choose his words carefully at this moment, as he was on a fine line of making Cal realize that everything he was worrying about wasn’t as important as his brain was making it seem… and Lynda not being happy with him and having him sleep out with the dogs: Chase and Peach. With a soft click of his tongue, Strip found his words and gave his Nephew a small smile, “ Cal… I’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. It’s filled with nothing but pure love, respect, admiration, and care about one’another. I’m sure anyone who even takes a glance at the two of you knows that you both want to be at each other’s side for as long as you can be, and that’s all that really matters. If they love you as much as you love them, and as much as Lynda and I think they do, than it won’t truly matter how you go about doin’ this. What matters is that you took the step to make it special, or to even do what you’re doin’ in the first place… because even that takes guts.

Do what you think is right and don’t listen to the voices in the back of ya’re head tellin’ you any different. ” Strip’s eyes softened a little at Cal, showing him that Strip genuinely meant what he was telling him. Cal kept his eyes on his Uncle for a moment before glancing over to Cotton, his hand slowly working through her mane again as he thought about his Uncle’s words for a moment. As he thought, he could hear his Uncle stand up from his leaning position and walk over to the bin of brushes; he took one out, strapped it back onto his hand, and went to go work through Apricot’s mane again.

A silence fell over the two before Cal took in a deep breath and let it out in a heavy puff, “ Maybe you’re right, Uncle… ” Cal began as he caught his tongue before he continued, thinking about his next words. Strip hummed towards him, verbally showing his Nephew that he was listening to his words even while working. Cal coniplated for a moment, nerves taking over him before he shook his head of all the nervous thoughts that kept piling up, “ I’ll do it tonight! Before supper, after we finished with the chores around the ranch, and after I take my shower. ” Cal nodded to mainly convince himself that he could do this and that he was going to do this! Tonight would be the night, tonight had to be the night; if he didn’t do it tonight, he wouldn’t do it on this trip and would continue to put this off.

“ I support your decision, boy. ” Strip hummed as he finished Apricot’s mane with one final, confident stroke. “ I’ll tell your Aunt to give you both some time before supper. But other than that, I better see them come back with that ring on their finger, or else you’ll be cleanin’ up the horse poop tomorrow. You hear me? ” “ Yes sir. ”

Leaning against the railing of the porch, your eyes stuck on the setting sun and all the colors it had painted the sky; the oranges mixed with the pinks, yellows, and baby blues. It was a picture you weren’t able to see often due to the busy life of a nascar racer paired with living in the city. If you weren’t at your sponsor’s training center, you were on the road, if you weren’t there you were at the next racing track practicing, if not then you were at home or with Cal relaxing. Nothing really left time in your schedule, or even a thought in your brain, to go outside and look at the setting sun in all of its beauty.

A small smile was plastered on your face, a smile that Cal loved so much and a smile on a face he couldn’t like but watch as your amazement slowly framed your face. He took in a deep breath and let it out, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the pole behind him as he thought to himself; he reminded himself that he’d had to leave with you soon, that he had to make good on his word with his Uncle and return with you happier than both of you were at this moment. At the minimum, he has to at least try.

So after a moment of rest, Cal kicked himself back onto his feet, “ I’ll be right back, hun. ” He told you softly, causing you to roll your head over in his direction to glance at him. The same smile lingered on your face as you nodded towards your boyfriend before turning back to the sky above the two of you. Cal walked off towards the stables, shaking off his nerves as he released his arms from the tense cross they had been subjected to ever since the sun first started setting. You hadn’t questioned him, in fact you seemed too peaceful to question him about it.

You had taken notice of some of his nerves, but you didn’t bring it up because he noticed how peaceful he usually was here. It made you soften as you watched Strip and Cal trying to cook breakfast for everyone while Lynda was asleep, yet they had ended up starting a small food fight with flour, salt, sugar, baking powder, etc. Soon enough they had begun to rough house on the floor, laughing and trash talking each other to the point where they had accidentally woke Lynda up and caused her to nearly drop dead at the state of her kitchen. She forced the two boys to go out to the yard and hose themselves down as the dogs had raided the kitchen and began to make the mess worse. Tex and you had been sitting at the breakfast table, both losing your minds laughing at the whole ordeal. You couldn’t help at giggle at another situation where Tex had purposefully opened the pen of the cattle so Lynda, him, and you could watch as Cal and Strip panicked and struggled to rangle in all the cattle; of course, he was ready with his own horse to jump on and help them if a cattle escaped, but they had managed to bring everyone back home.

This place and these people, you knew, were Cal’s family; not only by blood but by choice. He loves his Uncle, Aunt, and Tex with everything he had and you knew he would do anything to have summers like this last forever.

The painted sky made you smile, but the memories made on this ranch made you grin and come to peace. You inhaled the sweet country air and leaned your head back to take everything in; if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t want this summer to end either. No worries about the press, no worries about meeting quota for your sponsor, no worries how your words would be taken out of context… There was nothing to worry about; there was just love, playfulness, and a wide open yard that held a big southern family who had big hearts and bigger attitudes towards each other.

And that’s what made you love being here.

And these are the people and home who made the man you love today.

And this is the man you love; truly, wholly, with everything you have, forever and always.

The barking of Chase and Peach, the Weather’s Border Collie and Australian Shepherd, followed by the footsteps of trotting hooves brought you out of your train of thought. Your attention was captured to the general area in which the stables laid from the house, causing you to take notice of your boyfriend making his way over to you. He was mounting on top of Cotton and made a gentle yet gentle stop right in front of where you were relaxing, “ Care for a sunset right? ” Cal asked with a small smile and a hopeful gleam in his eye that pulled you in, causing you to become curious of what he was planning; you knew Cal all to well, in such you knew that when he got that hopeful gleam in his eye he was hoping for whatever he was planning to go just right.

So you entertained him, taking his hand as he held it out to you and mounted Cotton. “ Remember, ” Cal started as he shuffled up, allowing you to have a more comfortable spot on the saddle. He let go of the reins for a moment and reached back, cupping his hands over yours and brought them around his waist. “ Hold on tight and don’t let go. ” You hummed softly as you shuffled closer to Cal, who kept his hands on yours for a moment. A dorky smile had snaked its way on his face as he relished in your hold for a moment before gently kicking Cotton in the side, clicking his tongue a few times to get her to start going. After a steady start, Cal released his hands from cupping yours and took control of the reins again.

You had a sneaky suspicion he didn’t want to, in which you leaned a little closer to him and planted a kiss on the back of his neck. You can feel him warm up a little, in which you laughed at because he was simply just too adorable.

A trot through the ranch, which had had all the lanterns lighten… your favorite time of each day, being able to see the fireflies dance around and mingle with the stronger light of the lanterns. Than a trot through the nearby forest trail as the sun peeked through the opening in the leaves, leaving enough light where the forest was dim but not dark. It was beautiful seeing the patches of orange-sun playing hide and seek as they two of you trotted by, making your way towards a clearing that Cal knew all too well. He had walked this path many times, and he had always imagined taking you down this path one day.

Of course he imagined coming down this path with you first to ask you to be his lover; yet you had beaten him to it before he could do it! You had asked during a date right after one of his biggest wings in a piston cup season. It was a little cliche, but it still made Cal’s stomach fill with butterflies as he remembers the day;

You had invited him over to your home for dinner, in which the two of you would cook instead of going out to eat. It always ended up in some cute food fight the two of you would have to clean up before you ate, this time it had been flour as it had been decided that you guys had to eat cupcakes after dinner! And Cal was feeling devious that day, having flicked flour in your direction and caused a little war between you two with flowers being thrown back and forth. He can still remember your light but charming laughter as the two of you ran around your kitchen just chucking flour at each other, trying to see who can make the other more white. And when you both had declared a winner, sadly it had been you, the two of you sat on the floor and couldn’t help but get all your laughter out.

And your question had come out of nowhere, he was sure it had come out of nowhere, “ Hey Cal, ” You began, turning your head in his direction and he matched your movement. You had been speaking through your fit of laughter, “ How would you feel if I asked you to be my boyfriend right now? ” You had cocked your eyebrow up, a light snicker to the corner of your lip. He remembered he felt so warm, having flushed bright red and looked away from you.

But even despite his reaction, he managed to mumble out a, “ I think I… would say yes.. ” And he remembered how gentle you were in cupping his cheeks; and how loving and soft your eyes look staring into his eyes as you turned his head to face you; and… how perfect it just felt to finally have you be his as you kissed him and he kissed you back.

That day was one of the best days in Cal’s life, and he wouldn’t change any of it for the world. You were one of the only people who he strived to be better for. You made him a better man than he could be on his own and he couldn’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for him.

You were his world, and he hoped he could show you just how much you meant to him.

Cal clicked his tongue at Cotton, causing you to raise your head from off his back in confusion and take a look around. The two of you had broken through to a less wooden area of the forest trail which now allowed you to see the beautiful sight of a sunset at a small beachy area. Cotton trotted off path, leaning you both down to the beach before she stopped right next to a big oak tree, allowing Cal to swing his legs over her and dismount. He turned to you with a small smile, extending his hand out to help you dismount… and you thought he was simply going to do that as you went to take his offer. Yet then he cheekily slid his hands around your waist, pulling you off Cotton himself before he spun you around.

“ Cal! ” Laughter escaped your lips, your hands defaulting to be placed on his shoulders as he chuckled after you; seeming rather amused by your sudden shocked face. He connected your foreheads as he continued to spin you around for a hot moment; simply basking in your presence and your laughter before he slowed down and placed you back down on the ground.

You gave him a cheeky look and playfully slapped his shoulder, “ Now what was that for, mister? ” Your tone was as light as fluffed butter, yet still playful; Cal’s eyes softened for a moment before he snickered just a little at the corners of his lips, “ What? I can’t show you how much I love you? ” He queered back, placing his hands on his hips and pretending as though you had offended him a little.

To which he heard a shake of the head from you, “ Whatever you say, hun. ” Yet, Cal knew he had succeeded in giving you little butterflies in your stomach by his simple gesture. He could tell by the light flush on your cheeks and your slight dorky, love sick smile. It was always small moments like that where you’d become flustered, love sick for him as he was for you; as no matter how long the two of you might have been together, Cal always carried a puppy love essence in the relationship he was glad you could reciprocate. It always made him heart skip a beat whenever he knew he was able to make you flush, laugh, or simply just enjoy life at that moment… because he just wants to make you as happy as he can; You deserve it after all.

“ Why did you bring me out here, Cal? ” Yet Cal had to snap out of his loving gaze towards you as you turned to look at him, lips pierced together and a quizzical look on your face.

“ Oh!- ” Dammit.. Cal didn’t think of an excuse he could spew to you, his mind had been too focused on making sure he knew exactly what to say to you and where to bring you. Cal glanced off to the side, nerves hitting him all of a sudden as the only thing he could think of at this moment was, “ I just… wanted to show you how beautiful the sunset was from here; you keep telling me how pretty it was from the front porch. ” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck. Thankfully, you didn’t seem to outright question him on his motives; something you would usually do whenever he began to rub his neck when speaking to you. He was thankful for that… but also a little terrified because something in the back of his mind poked him ever so gently, telling him that you knew about his plan.

But all those worries melted away like ice cream in the summer heat as you took his hand, “ Then come on you dummy, ” You started with that smile he loved so much. “ What’s the use of standing here when we can get a better look from out there. ” You had gestured out into the small open beach, earning a nod from Cal.

The two of you traversed down the beach, hand-in-hand, like two couples in a cliche rom-com and halted at the shore, where the view of the sunset was the clearest. And then everything was silent, minus for the splashing and washing of the ocean’s waves and the gentle wind that shook the trees. And the silence was comfortable, even more so when you had leaned over to Cal and rested your head on his shoulder.

And everything was perfect.

A perfect sunset. A perfect gentle breeze. A perfect view…

A perfect moment.

A perfect… Oh…

Cal turned his eyes to glance at you, a gentle glaze that took in everything about you. Who you were inside and out; how bright you could light up a room, how your off-handed dad jokes with Tex and Strip always seemed to shift the mood in the pits during a tough game, how you refused to give up on following your passions, how you loved him no matter if he won or lost… how intelligent you are and how beautiful you are… and how much he loves you.

Oh. How perfect you are .

You are more perfect than the sunset.

You are more perfect than the gentle breeze.

You are more perfect than the view.

You are more perfect than a perfectly drawn circle.

You are more perfect than a meadow of blooming sunflowers.

You were more perfect than the most symmetrical, glistering diamond.

You are more perfect than Cal himself.

You are more perfect than anything and everything, all at once.

And Cal wasn’t sure how he ended up with someone like you, someone so perfect in his eyes; but no matter how he managed to end up with someone like you, he was glad to have you with him. No, no. He was more than glad. He was more overjoyed and grateful than words could ever explain…

And oh… He didn’t know how he was going to explain that all to you; he possibly couldn’t explain the unexplainable to you.

“ Cal? ” Your voice was gentle and soft, it had caught his attention though he already had all his attention on you; because he would rather take in that you were here with him rather than the sunset that laid in front of him. A sunset, no matter how much it tried, could never be more perfect or beautiful than you were.

“ Yes, dear? ” He answered you with a softer voice than you've heard before. It was full of love and endearment, and you melted a little in hearing his voice.

“ You’re staring at me. ” You rubbed his hand a little with your thumb.

“ I know… ” He admitted, a small hum to his voice as he didn’t avert his eyes from yours. It was the first time he didn’t look away, flushing when you pointed out that he was staring at you.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, silently agreeing that in that moment nothing else nor no one else existed; it was simply you and Cal, Cal and you, and a sunset that was not as perfect as you were in Cal’s eyes.

“ [your name]... ” Cal started, his breath a little airy as he started, causing you to cock an eyebrow up at him in confusion. But you still kept your small smile, causing him to feel much more calm than he would have. He took in a deep breath, squeezing your hands a little before he began to speak to you again, “ I have to come clean with you… I… didn’t bring you here to look at a pretty sunset with you. ”

Slipping one of his hands out of yours, Cal placed it into his pocket while glancing down at it. You hadn’t noticed to square shape that defined his pocket until now, “ And I don’t know what exactly to tell you right now… because I’ve rehearsed this so many times to myself in my heads, in my dreams, and whenever I look at you… but… no words ever feel just right to tell you in a moment like this; and I don’t think there will ever be the just perfect words I’m searching for.

So… ” And he paused again, slowly returning his eyes back to yours; he noticed the gleam in your eyes and how they seemed a little extra watery, looking like you were about to cry. He reached out, cupping your cheek while looking at you so gently. He tried talking again yet his words caught on his throat a little, causing him to stifle before he let out soft chuckles. He was about to cry himself. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, and how much of a dork he was being, as you reached your own hands up and cupped his face.

“ Go on, ” You reassured him, “ I’m listening to you. ”

“ So I… ” He gently pulled away from you before slowly lowering himself down onto one knee. “ …was wondering… ” He pulled out a velvet wedding ring box, “ …if you would make me the happiest man in the world and marry me. ” He popped the box open, showing you one of the most gorgeous engagement rings you’ve ever seen, yet one that also looked all too familiar.

“ Oh.. Cal.. “ You gasped a little, your hands covering your mouth as you realized why the ring looked all too familiar.

“ It was the first ring that had caught your eye in that jewelry store when we had first talked about marriage. It had made you so excited… and I knew from that day, I wouldn’t have you wearing any other engagement ring. ” Tears slowly began to roll down your cheeks, “ I… love you so much, [your name]. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and my last thoughts before bed. You make me a better man and any moment with you in my life is a moment I always want to cherish and keep; I don’t think I could ever handle a day where you were not here by my side, helping me and pushing me… so please… ”

Cal didn’t get a chance to ask you the same question twice before you pulled him onto his feet and into a sweetly sick loving kiss. He was surprised at first, not having expected you to do something like that … but then he warmed into it, knowing you had actually accepted to marry someone like him. In which he wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure to close the ring box just encase, and pull you close to him.

This moment wasn’t exactly how he’d imagine it going, how he had planned it in his head; but, just like you had asked him to be your lover, he wouldn’t change this for the world.

This moment was just as perfect as you were… and he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to be in your arms forever and always, in good health and in bad, until death do part the two of you in old age.

Because Oh..

Oh…

He loves you so much.

And you love him.

And that’s all the two of you needed for ever and always…

And neither of you would have it any other way.

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(Tell me if the link doesn’t work properly)

I never actually finished it but I do believe I present a good argument

(Read after checking the slides)

Might I add, the name of his model, the 1965 Faultless GT (fictive) sounds allot like he was proud/very satisfied of the outcome

+ I believe no parent would actually give such a badass name to their child, it’s more like a personal thing. What I’m trying to say is that I’m pretty sure he picked that name for himself, not as a code name but as his actual name

This is just my opinion and headcanon, feel free to disagree

fuck you

Finn McMissile from Cars 2 is a trans man, I am right, there is no criticism

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I agree so much, I even made a short google slides for my brothers to explain why I think he should be

Finn McMissile trans 💙💗🤍💗💙

fuck you

Finn McMissile from Cars 2 is a trans man, I am right, there is no criticism

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As a person with a phobia of needles, I second that tattoo needles aren’t as triggering as “medical” needles (I forgot the actual name for those)

So I've always headcanoned* (is that even a word? idfk) that after his wreck in Cars 3, Lightning has some pretty gnarly scars all over his body (but the worst ones are on his back) which make him super self-conscious.

But just now I was thinking, what if at some point, he asks Ramone to come up with a really cool tattoo design for his back to cover up the scars?

HOWEVER! here's the kicker: McQueen is known to hate needles and will do whatever he can to avoid them, so that makes Ramone a little hesitant cause he's thinking "ain't no way this kid is going to sit through multiple 4-5 hour sessions of getting stabbed in the back by a bunch of needles" but then come to find out McQueen actually sits super well for tattoos???

I'd also like to think that while this may be the biggest piece of ink he's got, it's not his first tattoo (He's got a Lightning bolt tattooed on his forearm or shoulder haven't really decided)

(My logic here is that medical needles and tattoo needles are two completely different beasts: as someone who gets blood work done regularly, and who has several tattoos I can tell you now I'd rather sit for a 10-hour tattoo session that go for blood work or a flu shot.)

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Ok guys, hear me out,

Cars but with animal/creature traits (idk if it’s been done before)

So I’ve done McQueen, Tomber Leland and Miles already and they respectively a demon, a raccoon, a wolf and a cat

(Ref pic of Miles borrowed from @cars-headcanons I searched the other ones on google so credit to whoever took those)

Anyways, I will draw Finn eventually but I don’t know who else I’ll draw so if you have any suggestions feel free to tell me either by using the ask box, commenting or rebloging (however you want actually)

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Paying it Forward

in which somebody’s buying Sheriff coffee, and he has no idea who it could be. based on this post by @thedragonemperess

The first time it happens, Sheriff thinks it’s the kindness of some stranger. He’d heard the tales of Starbucks drive-thru lines where someone would pay for the order of the person behind him; though, he never thought that the trend would take foot in tiny Radiator Springs.

He does the only thing he can think of: he offers to pay for the order of whoever comes in after him.

Flo gets a kick out of that, for some reason. She’s laughing as she slides the twenty-dollar bill under her register, and still chuckling to herself as she brings him the takeout cup of coffee that he got each morning.

“What’s so funny?” Sheriff asks, “Am I missing a joke, here?”

“Not at all, Sheriff,” she replies, still smiling, “It’s nothing.”

… Well, that makes him doubt the whole paying it forward thing. As he’s walking back out the door at Flo’s he becomes immediately suspicious that somebody is trying to poison him.

He drinks the coffee, anyways. He could handle poison, especially with an excellent doctor in town.

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Ok but what if they’re actually trying to play just dance 3 on the wii?

(Yes that song is in the game)

Here me out:

Leland and Finn, drunk, throwing themselves around (they would call it dancing) to Barbra Streisand by Duck Sauce.

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That name is so cool

Do I get your permission too?

im going to admit i hate the chinese stand in for jeff who is called Long Ge

THATS NOT A FUCKING NAME

Brother Dragon. Do i even have to.

And okay im going to call him 张伟龙

because it means mighty dragon. and zhang as surname.

it fits. Zhang Wei Long. change my mind

okay okay why he has blue eyes

is he even asian for fucks sake

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He’s on his spare tire. Correct me if I’m wrong but no one is pointing out that Mack was passed by a mini van with a mattress, on its spare tire

This is Leroy Traffik, and he has haunted me for the last decade ever since I saw him in Pixar’s Cars, a movie whose characters are only cars(and bug cars). Why does he. Have a mattress. And not a car mattress, we see Car Owen Wilson sleep just by like parking. It’s bothering me so irrationally much.

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Cars 2 Headcanon 6

After the shutdown of the operation that the lemons were running behind the scenes of the WGP, Finn McMissile had heavily considered retiring. He had lost his best and pretty much only friend in possibly the most gruesome manner and he simply didn't want to continue any further with his career. To say he had lost a massive part of his life barely covered the extent of the damage caused to Finn.

His reason for not giving up the job? Holley. He felt that he had an immediate responsibility over her safety, particularly since he had been the one to rope her into field work in the first instance. She had grown to love it, just like he and Leland had when they started their journeys on their long careers. And he hated that idea. He wanted her to go back to her station in Towkyo, where she was safe behind the walls of a secure CHROME facility. But he couldn't see it happening. So he chose to stay and protect her. He will not permit her to go on solo missions.

Despite his rekindled fear of forming friendships, he and Holley have quite a close bond. Particularly since she discovered him crying within his quarters. She didn't judge, and she didn't hesitate to provide him comfort. She sat with him until the torrent subsided and he told her about Leland. She listened intently to everything he had to say.

Holley encouraged Finn to attend therapy, and Finn begrudgingly agreed. It remains one of the best things he's done as it helped him dramatically. It was a hard road to travel, one that he is still travelling, but the ground has become less treacherous and each step forward has become much easier.

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Cars 2 is actually one of my favorite sequels because it tried to be different. After so many sequels and reboots coming out lately that are basically the same ground all over again, I wanna go back to the time Pixar looked at the Cars premise and said "what if it was James Bond?" and then they made the thing!

I know it's universally the most disliked of Pixar's catalogue but I don't care. I saw that opening again recently and went feral. Badass spy car fin McMissile exists in the same universe as badass racecar Lightning McQueen and for one brief movie, they were both valid.

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How do you headcannon Radiator Spring residents and their relationships with Lightning?

*sorry this took so long! I’ve been working on this during my lunch breaks/when I’m not at work, and honestly I struggled to form my thoughts for this one a bit*

I love these kinds of asks!! These questions are super easy but supper difficult because it comes more easily for certain characters (like Doc, Sally, Mater, etc...), and then for some characters it's a little more challenging (like Lizzie, Red, etc..) but anyway, here's what I think everyone's relationship with Lightning is like:

Doc: is Lightning’s dad. Fight me.

Sally: Pretty sure this one goes without saying, but I'm gonna say it anyway. They've been together for the better part of a decade, and I personally like to think they're married (though I really wish Pixar would release a short or something to establish what their relationship status is but anyway), and they are both completely and hopelessly in love with each other. Sally is by far one of the absolute best things (if not the best thing) to ever happen to Lightning, and she feels the same way about him.

Mater: Lightning is like the little brother Mater always wanted as a kid; someone he could go on crazy adventures with (and get into loads of mischief with).

Sheriff: acts like McQueen is an inconvenience to him, but *not so* secretly really cares about the kid. (this is actually pretty much established in all three Cars movies but whatever) I like to think that Sheriff thinks of Lightning as a son to some extent, but they don't really have the same father-son bond that Lightning has with Doc (though that bond got a little stronger shortly after Doc passed...)

Flo: loves him like a son, and isn’t afraid to give him a little ‘though love’ when he needs it. She is definitely as brutally honest/ blunt with him as needed, and while Lightning's never said it out loud, he appreciates that Flo cares enough about him to tell it like it is.

Ramone: Lightning is basically Ramone’s Guinea Pig; Ramone has complete artistic freedom when it comes to paint jobs (in Carsverse)/ coming up with a sick tattoo design (I headcanon that Ramone is a tattoo artist in a human AU) and McQueen trusts him completely.

Luigi: Luigi loves cooking authentic Italian food and Lightning loves eating it. They have heated (jokingly) debates over which racing circuit is better (European or American) that can go on for hours; Sally and Guido have to get them to stop sometimes because otherwise they would go on like that forever.

Guido: Guido doesn’t speak much English (he knows a few words, but not enough to have a full conversation), so Lightning makes an effort to learn some Italian so he can talk to Guido in his native language. Luigi teaches him enough to have a conversation, and he eventually picks up a few more words after listening to Guido and Luigi talk.

Lizzie: She loves to tease (and low-key embarrass) Lightning in anyway she can (kinda like an older aunt/ great-aunt would), and she can get away with it because she's a 'crazy old lady'. However, she's actually super thankful Lightning crashed into town and revived the town she and Stanley built. She's confident her little town will be in good hands when she's gone.

Red: It took some time for Red to warm up to Lightning (considering he killed his poor flowers), but after a couple of months they started to become friends. When Lightning realized that Red was mute, he started looking into basic sign language and other forms of communication to make things easier for Red.

Sarge: Lightning is one of the few residents of Radiator Springs who actually enjoys listening to Sarge's war stories, and while he would never show it or admit it, it makes Sarge so happy. It also helps him with his PTSD/depression/survivor's guilt he sometimes experiences when McQueen just sits there with him for a couple of hours and lets him just talk about it.

Fillmore: they both have similar tastes in music which is how they’ve bonded over the years. They have really deep, philosophical conversations sometimes (sometimes they can talk for hours, sometimes the topic goes over Lightning’s head: there’s no in between). McQueen has definitely smoked with Fillmore at least once (that Doc knows of).

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To go with the Acer head canon I rebloged earlier

Cars 2 Headcanon 3

Grem was a sweet child. Innocent and kind to his core with a quiet demeanour. As a young boy, he was subjected to a terrible quantity of bullying due to what he was, he didn't really have a great understanding of why it happened. It hurt. More than he could ever put into words. But he rarely spoke of it. His parents tried to keep him away from the truth as long as they possibly could. But eventually, they had to tell him. They loved him deeply and were desperate to protect him from all the cruelties of the world. 

Grem couldn't understand why anyone would want to hurt someone on the basis of their physical attributes. He didn't want to either. He just wanted to have friends and play. To be a child. But that would never happen. As he got older, the abuse only got worse. And it began to turn him away from his own kindness. Especially when the physical bullying was perpetrated. 

Grems family were impoverished, but did everything they could to give Grem the best life. 

During his teenage years, he feared attending school. The beatings were almost a daily occurrence and there was nothing he could do to make them stop. Each time he reported it, it was turned back around on him through lies and deceit. So he simply stopped talking about it and took the management of these situations upon himself. He stopped going to school, sneaking out at every opportunity. But the outside world was just as cruel.

Just before the end of his final year of education, both of his parents were killed in a driving accident. The only support system he had vanished in the blink of an eye and for the first time, he was completely alone. It turned him cold. 

After school, he took work anywhere he could to get by, which was inclusive of black market work. It was at one of these jobs many years down the line that he met Acer Pacer. The two of them didn't quite hit it off immediately. Both were reclusive and bitter. But eventually, through shared trauma, they became very close. They kept each other sane and safe. Grem lost his tooth in a fight to protect Acer. His ferocity was terrifying and Acer gained a new level of respect for him.

After their arrest in London, they were sent to different prisons. But they call each other as often as possible. It's the best part of both their days. Their sentences both carry the possibility of parole and they have made plans together for when they get out.

(Grems name in Poland - Al Skarpeta - means 'sock'. Now you know stupid Grem trivia.)

@kachowbish - here ya go!

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Finn McMissile Headcanons!

He had an ivy league education and graduated at the top of all of his classes. Before he got himself involved in espionage, his aspiration was to become an artist. He’s very adept at painting and loves poetry. He still paints and writes, just not as often as he would like. Holley fell in love with one of his paintings once. She still doesn’t know Finn painted it. He gave it to her for a Christmas present. She was stoked to say the least. 

He is patient beyond reason. He never gets angry with Holley when she makes a mistake. only gently corrects it, allowing her to learn and feel safe doing so.

He was born in London, but loves the UK countryside. The gently rolling fields make him feel calm and at home. 

Finn is very well versed with technology. Although his programming skills need work, he is fully capable at navigating the vast world of digital technology. Holley has learned a thing or two from Finn. She is teaching him certain aspects and Finn is a patient and a quick learner. 

Finn sees Holley as a daughter. Although he doesn’t show this to her, he always makes sure that she is safe and doesn’t get her involved in anything that has the potential for deep undercover work. In some ways he regrets encouraging her to become more involved in the role as a field agent. Particularly after what happened to Leland. 

Speaking of Leland, he is deeply traumatised by his demise. He’s witnessed the death of other agents. But he wasn’t prepared to lose Leland. Perhaps because he never imagined a life without him. He was there with him through thick and thin for pretty much his whole life. And now, he isn’t. And never will be again. He often finds himself calling his phone for assistance or just a chat. Then he remembers he wont answer. 

He loves Paris. Its his favourite place to go. Finn has many happy memories there. He will go to Paris between missions to wind down and relax a little. He took some time off from work after Leland's death and went straight to Paris to reminisce. The both of them had been there more times than he could count and it helped him feel a little more peaceful. 

He finds Pigeons hilarious. Doesn’t really know why, but he enjoys watching them. 

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Cars 2 Headcanon 4

Acer Pacer has a sister. Their mother sunk into depression when he was no more than ten, and with no father figure around, he had to look after her. She was only a baby at the time, but his constant care and love brought them very close together as she grew older. He would cook her meals, put her to bed at night, play with her and take her to school. Being lemons, they were both consistently bullied and picked on, but no one messed with his sister while he was around. He was the greatest big brother anyone could ask for. She was the one constant in Acers life, and vice versa. But it wasn't to last.

When she reached the age of seven, she was placed into the care system as his mothers condition deteriorated drastically. And he couldn't go with her. He fought and fought to stop it happening, but to no avail. He had never felt so alone in his life and the world seemed to empty before his eyes into an abyss.

Due to the inconsistencies of the care system, contact between the two wasn't granted, despite Acers constant requests and arguments. It was as if she had just disappeared. He tried to find her, of course he did, but no matter what he did, her location remained a mystery. He doesn't go through a single day without thinking of her.

Rod Redline's answer to his questioning the day he was killed shook Acer to his core. If he hadn't already been about to die, Acer would have killed him for certain. That night, he cried until the dawn broke; thoughts of his sister and her safety running rampant through his mind. Grem found him in the early hours of the morning and stayed by him, listening to his story until finally he drifted off to sleep.

The prison Acer was sent to found out about his lost family member and actually helped him locate her. They contacted her on his behalf and she was elated to know her brother was alive. She visits him often and brings what she remembers to be his favourite snack with her when she does. Although she was far from impressed with his actions that landed him behind bars, she still loves him and wants to connect as much as Acer does.

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I actually created an account just to find this post again

I love it and cherish it with my soul

Finn is trans male, he signed up for CHROME with the name Finn in order to escape his parents who to this day are searching for him under the name Freya

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