too much sport for one morning

Early Mornings

Just something cute and short for Ignis and Raine. I just love the idea of them being silly with one another. Enjoy!

Raine yawned into her cup of Ebony as she leaned against the kitchen counter. The family had just moved into a house close to the Citadel after the rebuild of New Insomnia, and unpacking an entire home while managing two young children was no easy feat.

The weekend had finally arrived and Raine decided to let the children sleep in, opting to have a quiet moment to herself to bask in the warmth of the sun that she missed so much. As light poured in from the kitchen window, she heard footsteps shuffling down the staircase. They were too heavy to belong to either one of her kids, and she smiled at her husband as he padded into the room.

Early mornings with Ignis were her favourite. She loved seeing him dishevelled, with his hair sticking up at odd angles, his protective glasses abandoned as he didn’t need to leave the house. He still sported his night clothes, a tight fitting sleeveless shirt and pinstriped pyjama pants that hung a little low on his hips. He yawned as she took his hand and placed a warm mug of coffee in his grasp, rising to kiss him on the cheek.

“Good morning.”

“Mmm, good morning, my love,” Ignis pressed a kiss to her forehead before taking a sip of much-needed Ebony. “You’re up early. I awoke to an empty bed.”

“Sorry…it’s just…” Raine trailed off, looking out the window into the quiet suburb tucked away in the outskirts of the busy downtown. “I missed this, you know?”

Ignis couldn’t see, but he understood what she meant. After the light returned to Eos, life had become almost…normal. It definitely was something that they both needed to adjust to, but it was a welcome change from the chaos that had previously plagued their lives.

Ignis leaned against the counter beside Raine, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes slipped closed, allowing herself a moment to relax. They rested for a moment in the perfect quiet together, basking in the steady beating of their hearts as one.

Then, Raine spoke up.

“Knock knock.”

Ignis raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”

She elbowed him playfully. “Indulge me. Knock knock.”

He smirked, but finally said, “Who’s there?”

“Little old lady.”

“Little old lady, who?”

Raine grinned wide. “I didn’t know you could yodel.”

Ignis groaned loudly, setting down his coffee to run a hand over his face. “Darling, you’re fortunate that you’re my soulmate, because that was terrible.”

“Okay, then,” Raine pouted in jest. “Here’s another. Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“A broken pencil.”

“A broken pencil, who?”

“Never mind,” Raine replied flippantly. “It’s pointless.”

It took a second for the pun to register in Ignis’ mind, but when he did, he started to laugh. Perhaps it was because he was still so tired, or because of Raine’s delivery, but he actually doubled over, much to Raine’s delight. She started to laugh along with him, which made him laugh even harder. And then, as he took a deep inhale…

He snorted.

Raine stopped dead in her tracks, a dramatic gasp cutting through the silence.

“Babe,” she said cautiously, slowly placing her coffee down on the counter. “What was that?”

“Pardon me,” Ignis cleared his throat, his cheeks turning red. “I didn’t mean to do something so undignified, my apologies—”

Raine threw her arms around Ignis’ middle, resting her chin on his chest so she had to crane her head up to look at him. “Do it again.”

“What?” Ignis asked incredulously, though he was still smiling. “Darling, no—”

“Not even for your sweet baby Snugglebunnykins?” Raine cooed in a silly voice, rising on her toes to press noisy kisses all over his neck. She kept bugging him, reaching up to cup his face, planting butterfly kisses everywhere, across his cheeks, on his nose, on his lips until he burst out laughing.

Raine lowered her hands to his sides again and tickled him just slightly, enough that he squirmed in her hold, until finally, completely by accident, he snorted again.

Raine’s smile was huge as her fingers stopped prodding his sides, instead just rubbing her palms up and down his ribs and back as she kissed him fully on the lips.

“You’re my favourite,” she beamed, nuzzling his nose.

Ignis’ cheeks were still heated, his chin tucked down from embarrassment. “I don’t understand why you’d enjoy something so inelegant and unbecoming, but I’m glad at least that it made you happy.”

Raine pressed a kiss to Ignis’ chest, and then to his jawline. “Hey.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Knock knock.”

Ignis sighed, though his face showed no hint of annoyance whatsoever. “Again?”

“This one’s good, I promise.”

Ignis chuckled. “Alright. Who’s there?”

“Olive.”

“Olive who?”

“Olive you,” Raine held him tighter. “Do you love me too?”

Ignis dipped down to kiss her, so slowly and so tenderly that she thought her knees would give out. When he finally pulled away, he smiled against her lips.

“More and more every single day.”

what it’s actually like to date Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)...

Originally posted by garisanee

The Reality of Dating Hyunwoo…

  • Basically, you’re dating a quiet mass of muscle and smiles, okay? Let’s get this piece of information out of the way first.
  • Conversations with shownu go a little like this:
  • “Shownu?”
  • “…”
  • “Hey, Shownu!”
  • “…”
  • “SON HYUNWOO!”
  • “………….yeh?”
  • “I was gonna ask for a kiss, but I’m offended, so nevermind.”
  • He’s gonna chuckle and press his lips against yours anyway and then smile afterward, bc wow, you’re adorable whenever you beg him for attention.
  • He’s more of a listener rather than a talker, so he prefers to feed off of the topics you choose to bring up.
  • When he does speak up, you can bet money he’s gonna have you laughing, bc this man says the damnedest things. next to changkyun.
  • Would literally do anything you ask him to…anything.
  • Doesn’t flinch when you nip at his neck, bc lol, the members bite him so much that he has a high tolerance to pain now.

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Fallout 4 Companions As Parents

- Cait is the token ‘hot mom’, would definitely burst into the school like a hurricane if she found out her child was being bullied and demand the principal got up off their fat corporate funded ass to do something about it, if they didn’t she’d go to the kids houses and ask to fight the fucking parents, wouldn’t be able to cook to save her fucking life so your prime source of nourishment would be pizza she ordered (she’d be cool about it and let you pick whatever toppings you want), bedtime would be nonexistent and vague and she’d pretty much just tell you to go to sleep whenever she figures out it’s actually pretty late, you’d find her the next morning passed out on the couch with a bag of pretzels tucked into her side, ‘sex ed’ mom who all your friends come to for help even before the actual sex ed teacher or their parents, everyone’s kind of scared of her so you don’t really have to worry about anyone bullying you, let you have your first sip of alcohol, once you get older lets you have some drinks as long as you stay in the house bc she knows kids always find a way to drink, when you wanna try out for a sports team she helps you work out and trains with you, when you go on your first date and they come to pick you up she glares a hole into their head but tries to be polite bc you’re her fucking baby, gives you the coolest hand-me-down clothes

- Hancock, ‘the Cool Dad’, one time you came home in tears after getting dress coded in Jr. High and he was genuinely flapperghasted (’you look fine? The fuck you mean they said ‘you were distracting the boys’?? You’re eleven???), busts into the school and gives the principal AND the teacher who dress coded you the scare/tongue lashing of their fucking lives, lets you wear whatever you want within reason, takes you shopping and if you pick up something weird that tangibly no one else would wear he looks at you dead serious and says ‘i love it.’, the ‘fuck yeah stick it to old people while eating cereal in his jammies’ dad, totally respects and adores your rebellious phase bc you’re teaching yourself that the system is corrupt, always went to all your daddy/daughter or father/son dances and events and scared the shit out of all the other parents despite being the friendliest person there, picks you up from school blasting rock music and takes you to get ice cream after a game/performance/bad day, ‘auntie fahrenheit’ who comes to visit and always stays up watching true crime and law and order with you, she teaches you practical self defense as opposed to hancock’s ‘here’s a knife stab em until they drop’ take on it, occasionally picks you up from school to go play laser tag with hancock and all their friends, has an entire hanse of friends who all think you are a fucking angel and would probably die for you, he helps you clean up after a wild party so your other parent doesn’t find out, when you come home drunk as a fucking skunk he makes you a sandwich gets you some gatorade and tucks you into bed only promptly to wake you up at 6AM to mow the lawn to teach you a valuable lesson, when your first date comes to pick you up he greets them in his signature ‘hancock’ coat draped over his jammies eating chocolate rice krispies with a ‘sup dude’ no matter what gender they are much to your utter embarrassment, always the first to hug you after someone breaks your heart

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700 Celebration (4/100)

Request: Anonymous:  “ hey ho! i have a request for the lovely flower @aubzylynn with 15, 40, 51, 61 Tony (wow that sounds like a phone number or something). i trust your mad writing skills, so thank you in advance!”

15: “What happened to your shirt?”

40: “I sense shenanigans, and I want in.”

51: “Nobody knows… Except Wanda. She knows everything.”

61: “I’m pretty sure this many candles counts as a fire hazard.”

Originally posted by mrsthlgif

You and Tony hadn’t had much time together recently, and it was beginning to weigh on you both. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault. Tony was spending the majority of his days and a good portion of his nights in the conference room with Steve trying to hammer out a new and improved version of the Accords that was more agreeable to everyone involved. You did what you could to support the process, glad everyone was together again and trying to make compromises and alleviate the suffering the rift had caused.

You weren’t allowed in the proceedings themselves, but you did what you could to make it easier for them: frequent coffee trips and occasionally forcing them to take a breather. For the most part though, you kept yourself busy with your own work and a few personal projects to keep your morale up. The most you saw of Tony these days beyond the brief intermissions in the Accords meetings were the four hours he spent passed out in bed next to you before dragging himself up and back to work.

This morning, things were going a little differently.

Tony was already gone by the time you woke up; that part was the same, though you noticed you had acquired a new companion at some point. Wanda was curled up in Tony’s place, her eyes fluttering open to stare at you sleepily when she felt you shifting.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” you asked with a fond smile as you sat up.

“I don’t want you to be lonely,” she said simply, and you felt a flow of warmth and gratitude towards the woman who had recently made it her personal mission to take care of you while you did your best to take care of everyone else.

“I don’t suppose you ate breakfast before coming in here?”

She shook her head, eyes still heavy with sleep, so you pulled her up with you and headed towards the kitchen together. You came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Tony seated at the kitchen island, flicking impatiently through a series of holographic images. He was quick to fling them all back to his phone once he saw you, flipping the device face down on the counter as you drew closer with a quick smile.

“Tony? What are you doing in here?”

“Well, it’s nice to see you too, dear,” he said dryly, pulling you into a hug when you continued to blink owlishly at him.

“Are you – did you finish? With the Accords?”

“Hmm? Oh, you know… dotting t’s and crossing i’s.” You opened your mouth to ask a follow-up question, but he was already on to a different topic. “Actually I went by your favorite bakery this morning and picked you up something. Well, kind of. I sent someone else to do it. Anyway, I figured you would enjoy breakfast in bed, but since you’re in here, I’m guessing you either didn’t notice the bag on the nightstand or we have a thief in our midst. FRIDAY, what’s the status on breakfast?”

“No entries besides Miss Maximoff.”

“So probably still on the table then.”

You were still looking at Tony as though he had grown a second head as he ushered you out of the kitchen rather insistently.

“O – okay… Well, I guess I’ll… see you later, then?” you asked hesitantly, glancing over Tony’s shoulder to raise your eyebrows questioningly at Wanda who only offered a helpless shrug in response.

“Count on it,” he said with a smile, kissing the tip of your nose before turning you around and giving you a gentle push into the hallway.

Wanda eyed Tony narrowly for a few minutes over the rim of her coffee mug as he settled back into his seat, enough intensity in her stare that if he didn’t know better he may have accused her of dipping into his mind again. As it was, he felt no unfamiliar presence, saw no distortions in his vision or disruptions in his thoughts.

“Can I help you?” he asked innocently, if somewhat snarkily, tilting his head to the side.

“I sense shenanigans,” she said lowly, setting her mug down on the counter and walking slowly around the kitchen island to stand in front of him. “I want in.”

Tony’s brows shot up in surprise.

“I’m sorry, did I hear that correctly? You’re actually offering to help me with something?”

“In this case, I think yes. It’s for Y/N, right? She’s sweet; I like her. She’s good for you, for all of us.”

“Alright then, Maximoff; have it your way. Let’s get to work.”


“I still don’t understand what’s happening,” you huffed as Wanda instructed you to take another right turn.

“I told you! If I try to explain, it won’t make any sense. Stop here!”

You pulled the car to the curb she had pointed towards, turning in your seat to look at her expectantly.

“Well what are you sitting there staring for? Get out!” she said, nudging your shoulder.

“What, why?”

“Just…” Wanda sighed impatiently, jumping out of the car and circling around to open your door and pull you out before claiming the driver’s seat.

“Wanda!”

“Go to the roof!”

You stood gaping as she made shooing motions and closed the car door, finally moving to the sidewalk with quick steps when she started pulling away. With a sigh and a helpless shrug you headed towards the door of the building you had stopped in front of, noting nothing particularly helpful in uncovering your mystery as you found the elevators and made your way to the top. Whatever concerns you had about finding the roof access vanished when the elevator doors slid open at the top floor. A line of candles started at your feet and trailed off down the hallway, eventually leading you to the right door. Even the short flight of stairs up to the roof was lined with candles.

The extravagant display could only have been set up by one person, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the proud grin on Tony’s face when you emerged from the stairwell and onto the rooftop. Besides a narrow walkway leading to a beautifully appointed table in the middle of the roof, ever available inch of the floor was populated by an endless array of candles.

“Tony…”

“Too much?” He pulled you into a hug, much tighter and longer than the one you had gotten from him this morning. “I for one think we should redecorate the compound immediately. Floor space is overrated, and I happen to have it on pretty good authority that you look fantastic in candlelight.”

“Do I?” you laughed, unable to tear your eyes away from the goofy grin he was still sporting. You hadn’t seen him this happy in a long time, and God did he deserve it. “Well, I hate to ruin your plans, but I’m pretty sure this many candles counts as a fire hazard.”

A far cry from the laugh you were expecting, Tony cleared his throat self-consciously and tugged his jacket a little closer to his body, a light dusting of pink coloring his cheeks.

“Tony, what did you do?” you asked in your best mom voice, tapping the underside of his chin and forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Me? Nothing. You know, just planned a huge romantic gesture. No big deal.”

You narrowed your eyes, reaching quickly to tug the panels of his jacket to the sides and gaping at what was revealed to you.

“What happened to your shirt?” You reached out to tug at the scorched hemline for emphasis. “Anthony Edward Stark, did you light yourself on fire?”

“Just once or twice. It’s not – would you relax, please? You’re stressing me out. Your stress is stressing me out. I think we need more candles. You’re ruining the zen I have created.”

“My apologies. Because why would I be at all concerned to find you’ve managed to light yourself on fire? That’s just irrational.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, this roof is almost entirely covered with candles. Some leaning over was necessary.”

You rolled your eyes at this, but still you felt a smile spreading across your face.

“Is it weird that I missed this? Bickering with you?”

“It’s what we do best,” Tony said with a smile, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him to the table where dinner was waiting. “Which is why I have stolen you away to an unsecured, unmonitored location far from the work that’s been keeping us from bickering for far too long. We were almost peaceful. It was unbearable.”

You giggled at that as he pulled your chair out for you before taking his seat at your side.

“Nobody knows we’re here… Except Wanda. She knows everything, but she has been sworn to secrecy. Unless there happens to be a global catastrophe in the next few hours, no one will be bothering us. And even then, I’m not sure I’m sold on leaving, quite frankly. We might just wait it out up here.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said with a smile, reaching over to take his hand. 

wethemoondaisies  asked:

Hi there! I just found your blog today and I'm already in love and am needing more amazing fics 😂 I don't know if I'm too late, but could you do the headcanon thing for Race and Jack (from the musical)? Thanks so much and I'm anxiously awaiting more fics 😊

Jack:
•What they smell like: Chalk and news print.
•How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Jack sleeps very infrequently, but when he does, he sleeps like a deadman. Not much could rouse him, as he lies facedown on anything he deems sleep worthy.
•What music they enjoy: anything from the theatre. He loves to hear Medda sing. He love cheesy theatrical songs.
•How much time they spend getting ready every morning: ten minutes. Fifteen tops. Then, he goes and helps everybody else get ready.
•Their favorite thing to collect: knick knacks! Small, unique treasure that people leave around. His favorite a tiny granite turtle.
•Left or right-handed: Left. It drives him insane, too. He drags his hand across the paper when he draws and smudges it.
•Religion (if any): some sort of very slight judaeo Christian God belief, but it’s barely enough to mention.
•Favorite sport: baseball.
•Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):
S I G H T S E E I N G
Favorite kind of weather: sunset.
•A weird/obscure fear they have: pigeons. Jack thinks of them as disease carrying, flying rats.
•The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: ring toss!


Race:
•What they smell like: tobacco and aftershave.
•How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Race is always real sleepy, it’s tough for him to stay up too late. He sleeps on a top bunk in the lodging house. Much to the displeasure of the others, sometimes he grinds his teeth.
•What music they enjoy: anything fast and loud.
•How much time they spend getting ready every morning: too long.
•Their favorite thing to collect: other than the obvious, probably suspenders. Race always saves up for some extra ones.
•Left or right-handed: hopelessly right handed. Can do next to nothing dexterous with the left.
•Religion (if any): vaguely catholic
•Favorite sport: is horse racing a sport?
•Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): talk to locals and scope out the good destinations.
Favorite kind of weather: clear morning, little to no sun.
•A weird/obscure fear they have: heights. Ridiculously afraid of heights.
•The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: none of them. Absolutely none of them.

The Parent Trap - Part Three

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,483

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Part One - Part Two

Summary: On a snow day, Mitchell asks to go to the park, but he’s got an ulterior motive.

Story:

   Monday comes, and it brings eight inches of snow with it, enough to close every school in the county. You and Mitchell indulge yourselves with extra sleep, and then you rise before him intending to make a pancake and bacon breakfast – one of the few things you can cook. Once the smell starts to waft down the hall, the nine-year-old shuffles out of his room sporting a bedhead and rumpled PJ’s.

   “Morning, sunshine.”

   “Morning, Mama.” He yawns.

   “Would you like your pancakes to look like anything special?”

   “Um, Mickey Mouse is fine.”

   “Taking it easy on me. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

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2

That’s it.
123 days. 32 competitions. All over.

For me, each season gets a bit more emotional each time. Each season I grow to love everyone a bit more. Each season I am more and more blown away by the things these athletes achieve. Each season I learn more about this amazing sport.
As someone who hates winter a bit too much, ski jumping is the one thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. Watching these incredibly talented people do what they love, breaking gravity for a few seconds, is what inspires me. The way they treat each other and how they are friends even though they are competing against each other is what makes this sport so special.

This season was filled with ups and downs. With tears and joy. With new and old faces on the podiums. Unlike the previous season it was always uncertain who’d win. And the fact that ski jumping is so uncertain makes it so exciting.

Moreover, I have met some of the most incredible people on tumblr through ski jumping this year. Never have I ever thought that I would make such great friends because of ski jumping. Thank you to every single one of my 26 new sisters and 1 brother of the groupchat, who made this season even more special to me. I’m grateful for everyone I have met on tumblr or in groupchats. I’m grateful for everyone, who decided to follow this trash account.

Lastly, thank you to the athletes, the coaches, the whole teams and everyone, who contributed to this amazing season. I’m so proud of literally everyone.

Here’s to summer and the next season.
Here’s to the ski jumping family.
Here’s to the future.

Always You | Jungkook

Summary: We’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played spin the bottle on a dare and what follows could either make or break the rest of our relationship
Genre: Drama | Fluff
Word Count: 8,193
Author’s Note: I FINALLY FINISHED. This story is kind of a combination of different prompts, mainly involving spin the bottle and a wedding. Take that as you will.

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“Wow, I can’t believe Yoongi-oppa actually let you leave the apartment for more than 5 minutes,” You drop good-naturedly as you approach the familiar back of the boy whose appearance at the party had been questionable since you dropped the question last night.

When he turns around, you take in the messy black hair, fringe across his forehead, and piercing brown eyes that crinkle in the corner with unimpressed amusement. “Ha ha,” He retorts dryly, his voice clear even through the blasting music from the stereo system. “He thinks I went to the library to study. Besides,” He adds with a shrug. “You know this isn’t my first showdown. I think you’ve just underestimated my ability to be a bad boy.” He’s grinning as he brings the cup of alcohol to his lips.

“Yes, that is very possible for me to believe,” You retort, rolling your eyes without contempt. “You sleep in looney tunes pajamas and spend your weekends watching Iron Man on a loop. You do realize Marvel has other movies with Tony Stark?”

“It’s not the same thing!” Jungkook retorts. You can’t help but emit a laugh when he gives you a leveled glare, despite the fact that all your points had been true. After all, you know him like the back of your hand.

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i’m sick so now it’s time for sick/sick from being drunk SportaRobbie headcanons!!

-Robbie gets sick due to general unhealthyness, and ofc sports is does everything to make him get better and Robbie loves the attention so he pretends to be sick a few days after he’s better. Sportacus knows he’s faking but pampers him anyway.

-Sportacus never gets sick so when it happens Robbie basically thinks the apocalypse is upon them. He tries his best though, attempting to make him soup but failing miserably. He just goes to the store and buys stuff for him and reads him stories. He had to try to get him to stay in bed and rest though because all he wants to do is exercise.

-Sportacus is the one who takes care of Robbie when he gets a bad hangover or drinks a little too much, he’s an affectionate drunk, but he’ll kill you in the morning.

-When Sportacus drinks for the first time in his life, Robbie is right by his side making sure he takes it slow and doesn’t have a meltdown. Sportacus gets drunk after just one drink, extremely lightweight, and gets really goofy and loopy. Robbie loves it though. Sportacus throws up like 8 times, and in the morning he basically wants to die, he eats every piece of fruit in the fridge.

-Robbie has really bad depression and sometimes just really needs Sport there to comfort him and take care of him. It’s also why Sportacus stops berating his love of sweets and unhealthy food, but still does regulate how much junk food he eats so he doesn’t make himself sick.

-When Sportacus has a meltdown from sugar, Robbie nurses him back to health the best he can. Eventually he takes him to doctor and finds out he’s diabetic.

Heres the rest of the characters for the head canon prompt you guys c: three days after i posted the first set…¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 


Nekoma

Kuroo:

What they smell like: He smells so fucking good. He just smells sexy theres no other way to describe it. Just imagine a woody aroma with a dash of orange blossoms

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): He goes to bed late and sleeps in till his alarm goes off for a third time but not enough to make him have to rush. He hogs the cover so much during the night and he moves his legs around a lot, you will get kicked. He moves his body around in general. While he falls asleep on his back, during his sleep he’ll always end up turning over and hugging either a pillow or part of the blanket against his head so if he was sharing a bed you can bet he’d get his grip on you and you’d be held against him until he wakes up.

What music they enjoy: Kuroo likes his rock and pop punk but he also likes the tunes you’d hear at a club 

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: After actually getting out of bed he’ll only take like 20 minutes to be out of the house. 5 of that being him trying to get his hair to flatten but to no avail

Their favorite thing to collect: posters of gravure idols probably bc he’s a teenage boy

Favourite sport: Vb 

Favourite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): He’d check out any fun places they have in the area like fairs and the cool monuments and stuff 

Favourite kind of weather: Crispy but sunny autumn days 

A weird/obscure fear they have: He’s probably one of those people that flinch away from dogs

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: darts 

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anonymous asked:

what about vega and the rfa and/or minor trio's first christmas together?

✿ welcome to “vega despises Christmas” feat. the RFA. I’ll do the minor trio hopefully a little later today! (Vega tag here for those who don’t know them)

Yoosung

  • “I hate Christmas,” you grumble, stuffing your face underneath your pillow to blot out the noise of the Goddamn Carols your boyfriend is blasting through the apartment. Offended by the assertion, Yoosung headbutts you out of bed and drags you to the closet to get dressed, as he is going to Change Your Mind.
  • “It’s just a day used for mindless capitalist consumption! You’re feeding into the system, Yoosung!” You whine the entire way there, but Yoosung is not dissuaded. He is a man on a mission. A Christmas Mission.
  • “I’m an atheist!” he ignores as he pulls an ugly Christmas sweater over your head. Apparently, it’s one of your gifts from him, but he’s giving it to you a day early as he wants you to be appropriately dressed for your excursion.
    • “Fuck, I’m going to have to do this, aren’t I?” You stare down at your small Korean boyfriend, and he pats you on your cheek with a deceptively innocent smile.
    • “Yep!”
    • “You are just like your mother.”
  • Yoosung tells you that it’s not like Christmas is about God or Jesus or any of that other nonsense anyway, it’s about Santa and presents and fun catchy songs. Also, couples. Christmas is about couples. And this is his first time spending a Christmas with someone as a couple so you are going to like it, darn it.
  • Fine, fine. It’d make him happy, and besides, spending time with Yoosung could make even this shitty holiday good. He’s like purity and sugar in a handsome wrapper topped with incredibly shiny hair.
  • He drags you all around the city like some sort of manic Christmas fairy. You go see Christmas decorations. You go eat delicious street food. He takes you to a coupley romantic movie (which you make fun of the entire time) and you go take photos in this weird wax museum full of mannequins fashioned into various celebrities and - is that president Obama.
  • oh my god
  • for christmas, you go and see a wax sculpture of President Obama.
  • (you show Yoosung the proper grip for choking someone out using His Excellence President Obama as a dummy. you are forcibly escorted out of the museum.)
  • On your way home you swing by the grocery store and get a lot of booze. Like, a lot of booze. He’s been hauling you around the entire day, and you are going to drink.
  • Fine, says Yoosung, who probably needs a drink after you told a girl who decided to hit on him that all she’d get for Christmas is a prison shiv if she didn’t knock it off.
  • You get some fun holiday booze and you show him how to make all the fun holiday drinks you used to make the holidays go away before you met him. Yoosung thinks they’re delicious, and you get sloshed. 
  • Between loudly (and badly) singing along to Christmas carols on the radio, you call up every member of the RFA and serenade them.
    • “Meeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyy Christmas! From the -hic- happiesht couple around!”
    • Zen hangs up on you.
  • Christmas morning is… more like Christmas late afternoon because you are both really, really hung over. Five more minutes turns into another hour of hating life, but eventually Yoosung wriggles out of your death-cling and brings a pile of wrapped gifts for you.
  • this has never happened before, and you don’t know how to deal with it.
  • all of these prettily wrapped presents are yours.
  • You pick yourself up and get the gift you got for him out from underneath the loose floorboard by the bed (you really, really didn’t want him to find it, okay?) and you slowly open presents together.
  • You might start crying a little. nobody’s ever gotten you so many presents before.
  • You tell Yoosung you feel bad for only getting him one thing, and he drapes himself in your lap and tells you that you’re the best gift he ever could have gotten.
  • Fuck, you’re definitely crying now.

Zen

  • He wakes you up on Christmas morning like he is an overenthusiastic puppy or a Seven year old child. Even before you’ve fully come to, he’s dropping presents on you, telling you to open them, open them!
  • Blinking sleepily, you tear off the paper, finding mittens, gloves, a coat much, much nicer than your old one, and…
  • “Ice skates…?”
  • Zen beams, putting his hands on your shoulders. “I’m taking you ice skating!”
  • All you know about ice skating is that it’s the gayest sport imaginable, but Zen is extremely pumped about this and you’re way too sleepy to say no.
  • He drags you out to this skating rink full of couples, and proudly says to the man managing the kiosk, I’m paying for two, please!
  • He helps you get your ice skates on, even though you’re like dude, I can tie my own shoes. Apparently he wants to give you some cheesy lines about how he’s going to treat you like his Cinderella or… whatever before kissing the toe of your shoe.
  • ok dude
  • whatever you want.
  • (you won’t admit that you are blushing.)
  • So, you’re good at sports and most forms of athletic activity. Objectively, you kick major amounts of ass. But ice skating is something you just cannot wrap your head around.
  • You trip. You faceplant. You crash into the railing and you pinwheel your arms, trying to stay upright, and here is Zen, that asshole, looking like he is some fairy prince gliding across the ice.
  • Seriously, what fucking right does he have to look that pretty!! You hate it!!
  • He grabs your hands with that disgustingly charming smile of his, and starts pulling you along the ice as he teaches you how to move your feet. Relying on someone like this is awful, but it’s Zen, and he’s clearly pleased as punch so you just kinda…
  • Deal with it.
  • and blush. a lot. especially when you trip and he catches you, that wanker. he’s so happy about this!!
  • AND HE SPINS YOU. WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE.
  • Afterwards he buys you hot cocoa with adorable peppermint marshmallows and pats you on the head. 
  • you’ve killed, like, well over a hundred people what the heck is happening.
  • It occurs to you as you’re walking home that you haven’t given him his present yet, so - under the evening Christmas lights - you pull out a small, wrapped box and offer it to him.
  • Zen is taken off guard, not having expected anything, and he unwraps it slowly, savoring the moment of receiving something from his datemate on Christmas.
  • he is baffled to receive a ring.
    • “Figured it was a bit too early to propose,” you say, pulling off your glove and revealing the silver band on your own finger. “But, uh. I thought you’d like a promise ring. To uh. So you know I’m…”
  • He shoves the ring on his finger and hugs you tightly.

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anonymous asked:

How about Kiri for the weird HC thing?? I love my red son

  • What they smell like: deodorant. deodorant and more deodorant. it smells good tho.
  • How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): on his back with his mouth wide open. he probably snores too but he’s always well rested and that’s what really matters.
  • What music they enjoy: he enjoys about everything. if it motivates him he’ll like it.
  • How much time they spend getting ready every morning: it takes him a while to style his hair, maybe 30 minutes or so.
  • Their favorite thing to collect: besides manly things probably Crimson Riot merch and memorabilia!!
  • Left or right-handed: right-handed
  • Religion (if any): no one
  • Favorite sport: boxing
  • Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): he will visit every single restaurant and will eat all that there is in the menu
  • Favorite kind of weather: sunny
  • A weird/obscure fear they have: not being good enough
  • The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: he’s good at everything and always takes all the prizes!!

congodey  asked:

Olubayo bih

What they smell like: Orange peels, generally like citrusy potpourri

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Usually on his side with his head tucked under Aya’s, his lips subconsciously do a tiny little kissy motion against her skin sometimes and it’s really cute. He generally sleeps pretty early and then wakes up early too.

What music they enjoy: He loves jazz music!

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Probably less than 10 minutes.

Their favorite thing to collect: Seeds/plants for his garden if that counts? If it doesn’t then there’s not something he outright collects, but for what it’s worth the strangest thing he’s ever purchased was one of those wall-mounted singing bass for the kitchen. He just liked it.

Left or right-handed: Right dominant, but could potentially use his left as well if he needed to.

Religion (if any): None

Favorite sport: None

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Sightseeing! He’s particularly interested in oceans and gardens.

Favorite kind of weather: Snow.

A weird/obscure fear they have: Any kind of loud, sudden noise puts him into immediate panic. It’s not as bad as it used to be but it’s still pretty bad.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Those machines that have a punching bag attached and you’re supposed to punch it just once and it measures how hard you hit it on a scale of 1 to 1000. He definitely breaks the machine record and gets an absurd amount of prize tickets.

anonymous asked:

for the headcanon meme, can you do aimee, angelo, and minette?

Angelo is already done, so I’ll do the other two

Aimee

What they smell like:

Either like smoke, oil, or various flora (or pancakes)

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

She has a sporadic sleeping schedule, and sometimes dozes off at the table or on the sofa in the midst of tinkering with something. She doesn’t care for luxurious beds or anything.

What music they enjoy:

Just about anything that isn’t too loud and distracting

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

Her hair takes a fair while to deal with because it’s so thick

Their favorite thing to collect:

Old weapons etc. 

Left or right-handed:

Ambidextrous

Religion (if any):

Idk if they ever give a name for her religion in the game

Favorite sport:

All the ones that involve shooting

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

Most things keep her entertained, especially if she has company

Favorite kind of weather:

Hot ad humid is uncomfortable, but nostalgic

A weird/obscure fear they have:

Carnivorous plants. She prefers not to explain.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

The shooting ones. She’s not allowed to participate in Hartschild anymore. Partially because she and her husband tried to kill everyone one year, but also because she’s incredibly good at shooting games.


Minette

What they smell like:

Like cat

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

Minette sleeps anywhere, in positions she should not be able to achieve, at strange points in the day

What music they enjoy:

Anything soft and soothing

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

She sleeps through the morning

Their favorite thing to collect:

Friends

Left or right-handed:

Right-handed

Religion (if any):

None

Favorite sport:

Fishing is a sport :3c

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

Talking to the local kitties

Favorite kind of weather:

Sunny, so she can bask

A weird/obscure fear they have:

Janne Angard

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

Goldfish scooping

anonymous asked:

Jared Kleinmann for the headcanon thing :)

  • What they smell like: Axe body spray and sugar. It’s disgusting
  • How they sleep: a)all the time except 3 am when he’s SUPPOSED to be asleep b) all over the place. He’ll fall asleep over at Evan’s and just drape himself all over Evan in his sleep and Evan’s too scared to move
  • What music they enjoy: publically? Dubstep and the like. Secretly? Indigo Girls.
  • How much time do they spend getting ready every morning: 5 minutes because he always oversleeps then has to rush to get to school on time
  • Their favorite thing to collect: Poems. Small ones. A couple of lines, something he can stick in his folder or notebook to look at when he’s feeling especially angry or upset
  • left or right handed: left
  • Religion: he’s jewish
  • Favorite sport: baseball
  • Favorite touristy thing to do: travel an entire city. Figure out the cheapest way to get from point a to point b then to point c, etc. and try and learn the train lines while he’s at it.
  • Favorite kind of weather: spring days when it’s not that warm but not that cold
  • Weird fear they have: Spiders. He’s fucking TERRIFIED unless someone else around him has the same fear, in which case it completely disappears
  • Carnival/arcade game they always win: skee ball


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LEE.
2016 New Zealand Aeropress Champion

Camper Coffee
2/8 Kent St, Auckland, NZ


What made you fall in love with coffee?
It was the aroma. I also love how it gets people talking, communicating and sharing their lives.

What’s your go-to coffee preparation method?
Aeropress! You can carry it everywhere with you, it’s easy to use, and it makes pretty awesome coffee.

Who’s the most fascinating person coffee has connected you with?
Glen from Rocket Coffee. He’s my role model and I respect every aspect of him.

Outside of making coffee, what are you passionate about?
I love all kinds of sports but haven’t been playing much since I’ve been so busy with work and family. Instead I just watch lots of UFC.

Where do you get your caffeine fix on your days off?
Ark Coffee and Geeks on Sainsbury. They’re really good friends of mine and they have great coffee and food.

Why Auckland?
Honestly, I didn’t really choose it. One of my friends came out here and so I did too, haha. But Auckland is my home now and I love my life here.

What gets you up in the morning?
My lovely family and customers.

If you could have coffee with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
My Lord Jesus Christ! ‘Cause He created me and I really do love Him. I need to buy Him coffee.