too much sport for one morning

When The Sun Found The Moon (Part 1)

Steve x Reader

Steve’s life seemed to be in shambles, dealing with just a little too much for his heart to handle… can an encounter with a stranger change that around?

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of angst. (Maaaaybe some smut for later parts… I can’t help myself.)

Word Count: ~1200

A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot dammit, but I’m taking it places. Aaaargh well here goes another one. This was for Bovaria’s birthday. Happy birthday boo, I miss you <3

Inspiration for the title came from “When The Day Met The Night” by Panic! At The Disco.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


Mornings in New York were the same as they ever were, but Steve Rogers had come to dislike them more and more. Getting up in the morning now seemed to be more of a chore, rather than something he actually enjoyed. He sat on the edge of his bed with his feet planted on the hardwood, hands running down his face and over the beard that kept people from recognizing him. It had been a pain at first, but the super soldier had come to like the hair on his face, and decided it was going to stay a while.

Dragging himself out of bed finally, he got dressed in some loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that hardly fit over the expanse of muscles he was sporting thanks to the serum. With a new day, he set off to start his jog in Central Park.

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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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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 😊

•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):
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!

•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.

setting-it-off  asked:

Logince falling in love?

Roman wasn’t sure when it started; all he knew was one day Logan’s teasing gave him a slight pang in his heart.  Not one of insult injury, but one that resulted from Logan’s smirk.  When did the logical side get so…cute?  Clever?

Logan didn’t know what brought on these feelings.  Normally he could walk off any sort of emotions, blow off some steam with a quick book or a trip to Wikipedia.  However, when he tried to walk off Roman’s laugh, his smile, and that funny way Logan’s heart fluttered, well it just wouldn’t go away.  He was starting to enjoy the creative side’s company, even.

Patton and Virgil could tell immediately that something was off.  The way Roman changed his teasing was the first clue.

“Hey, give them back!” Logan shouted at breakfast one morning.  Virgil and Patton looked up from their game of thumb-war to see Roman sporting Logan’s glasses, eyes wide and blinking.

“How on Earth do you see out of these?!” Roman asked as he looked around the kitchen, grin spread wide across his face.

“With my eyes, now give them back, Roman!”

Logan jumped at Roman and swiped at his face, but Roman dodged and leaned away, laughing as he squirmed.  He was enjoying this far too much, and by the way Logan was holding back a smile, he apparently was, too.  “What would it take for you to give them back?!” Logan demanded, surrendering and plopping back down in his seat.

Roman sat and pondered, and Virgil had a pretty good idea of what he expected Roman to ask for.  If the dramatic side was really wanting to mess with Logan, he’d ask for a kiss, and Logan would storm off.  They were predictable that way.

“Give me a compliment!” Roman said.  Well, screw it!  Just be full of surprises!

“You have a cute laugh, now give them back!” Logan lunged and stole the glasses off Princey’s face before leaving the room.

Roman sat frozen for a moment, blush taking over his face.  Wh- how - he wasn’t expecting - “L-Logan, I wish to speak with you!”

“Boy, they sure are something!” Patton commented.

Virgil snickered and shook his head.  “That they are…by the way I win.”  He squished Patton’s thumb down gently.

//stealing my glasses was the first way i could tell this guy i went to high school with liked me. roman kind of reminds me of him.

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 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.”

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.

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finnforce  asked:

kirk/spock for the ship thing?

  • who hogs the duvet: jim tends to because he likes cuddling it when they’re in his quarters. when they’re in spock’s, the temperature is always ungodly high so he doesn’t.
  • who texts/rings to check how their day is going: they both check on each other constantly tbh. it’s a little ridiculous
  • who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: jim
  • who gets up first in the morning: spock
  • who suggests new things in bed: they’re both pretty vanilla about sex because it’s more about the connection for them but. probably jim. however spock was the first to bring up telepathy in bed.
  • who cries at movies: jim
  • who gives unprompted massages: jim
  • who fusses over the other when they’re sick: jim is an open fusser. spock worries and fusses but in a way that he can deny it to anyone later
  • who gets jealous easiest: tbh spock?
  • who has the most embarrassing taste in music: they both do and they enjoy each other’s music
  • who collects something unusual: hmmm i’d say they both have some relatively weird collections. 
  • who takes the longest to get ready: probably spock. i mean the dude clearly does his makeup every morning, so. plus he has to keep his hair trimmed.
  • who is the most tidy and organized: spock for sure
  • who gets most excited about the holidays: jim
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: jim’s more of an octopus ie he just latches onto spock in whatever way he’s allowed, usually involving sprawling his limbs over his person
  • who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: spock says he’s not competitive but he is. jim seems like he’s competitive but really he’s just having fun
  • who starts the most arguments: they don’t argue too much but jim’s always the one to voice a problem where there is one. spock isn’t the type to bring up something that would intentionally lead to an argument. he might say something that jim then gets upset about, but he never brings stuff up with the anticipation of an argument
  • who suggests that they buy a pet: jim
  • what couple traditions they have: hmmm. they probably have a special meal every anniversary. because jim used to go a bit overboard with the anniversary stuff and spock had no idea what to get him and in the end they just settled on something minimal that still shows affection. so they’ll have a private, special meal, and sometimes jim might make a homemade gift and spock might compose him a song
  • what tv shows they watch together: idk what tv shows they have in the trek universe so. modern day jim would like anything with sci fi in it whereas spock really enjoys documentaries and nature channels. 
  • what other couple they hang out with: uhura/her girlfriends
  • how they spend time together as a couple: they’re attached at the hip
  • who made the first move: canonically spock (”this simple feeling”). i feel like in aos it’d be jim that admits feelings first but spock that makes the first move some months later
  • who brings flowers home: spock tbh? it’s really cute
  • who is the best cook: they’re both decent at it but not great

send me a ship and i’ll tell you…

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.


   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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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.


“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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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.

How would boys study ?

During this exams period, it is time to be a little more serious (or not) than usual and close the door to have a date with some syllabi… How boys would study ? 

It is a request from @supersweetpinkcandyposts​.

Does some of you are still in exam ? I finished mine one week ago, and now I discover what it is to be free again and find back my social life. It is weird. 

When they remember it will begin (who recognize himself ?)

Originally posted by adreamersjournalblog

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gummy-bunnies  asked:

hey for the weird headcanon thing, could you do spring man? :3c he's my fave boy. thanks!

Sure! I’ll be happy to do so!

  • What they smell like: A mix of Axe body spray and sweat, but it isn’t so overbearing and it smells pretty nice.
  • How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Spring Man usually get’s into bed by 11 or 12 on most nights. His sleeping position changes quite often since he’s a pretty bad sleeper. When he goes to sleep he’ll be in the bed and when he wakes up, his body is bent into some awkward position and he’s on the floor.
  • What music they enjoy: Spring Man doesn’t have a preference when it comes to music, but he mostly enjoys upbeat and energetic music that he can listen to when working out. 
  • How much time they spend getting ready every morning: It doesn’t take him too long to get ready in the morning, but with that hair. I’d say about an hour or two.
  • Their favorite thing to collect: He loves to collect drawings and letters he get’s from his fans. He even has a wall in his room filled with pictures that he was sent to him
  • Left or right-handed: (Edit) Spring Man is actually right-handed since his fighting stance is one of a right-handed fighter.
  • Favorite sport: ARMS Fighting, but if he couldn’t choose that he would have to go with boxing since he’s been doing that ever since he was a little kid.
  • Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Eat. Sure, he might go around with the others and do some sightseeing, but let’s be honest. This is all he would really want to do.
  • Favorite kind of weather: Sunny weather, it lets him have the chance to train outside. Although he does love cloudy days too so he get’s the chance to relax for a while.
  • A weird/obscure fear they have: The ocean. I mean, we still don’t know what’s down there and how far it goes. That generally freaks him out. Plus, the last time he went in the ocean, he lost something very important to him… but that’s another story.
  • The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: I would say the whack-a-mole games. I mean, this guy was a pretty damn good boxer, so it’s no surprise that he can win those games so easily.

I hope you enjoyed the headcanons and the RibMin fanfic request is almost complete so I hope you all look forward to that soon as well.

anonymous asked:

You're an education major?? Please ramble.

Did I say major? I meant minor. But yes, I can ramble!

Here is a List of Things that are wrong with the American K-12 education system (which is what I’m most familiar with):

  • The tenure system. Some teachers stick around forever regardless of quality and get burned out and are basically impossible to oust, while others never get a chance because there’s just no room. It makes some sense at the college level, but a first-grade teacher doesn’t need tenure, honestly.
  • As I referenced in that post, too much homework. Believe it or not, forcing students to stay up until the wee hours of the morning doing homework isn’t that helpful! Gee, whoda thunk?
  • Along the same vein, school starting too early. Kids need their sleep, and starting at 7 in the morning, not counting extra-curriculars and bus rides, isn’t conducive to that.
  • Standardized tests. Hoo boy, standardized tests. Where do I even start with that one?
  • Sports programs- and the stuff on standardized tests- taking all the funding, leaving the arts and non-sports extracurriculars, and sometimes basic necessities, underfunded.
  • School segregation and stratification. Suburban schools get so much more in the way of resources than inner-city schools. And then we wonder why inner-city students aren’t thriving. Gee.

I’m sure there are more, but that’s a start.

I went to a football game last night, and all I could think of was whump scenarios XD shoutout to @collegeanon-sickfics for dialogue ideas

Every Saturday night, Zoey and Hayden are at their school’s football game. Hayden as a linebacker and Zoey as one the kickers.  

She had played soccer growing up and all throughout high school, and much to her surprise, was recruited to be the first female on her local college’s football team.

Hayden, of course, was ecstatic that she was coming on - she was his favorite person, and football was his favorite sport, and he couldn’t wait to share it with her.  


Zoey started feeling sick halfway through Friday afternoon practice.  She figures she just needs to get some sleep, and she’ll be fine in the morning. It’s not too bad, she just feels tired and vaguely achy. 

It’s not often that she wishes she and Hayden needed each other less, because she doesn’t want him to know she’s not feeling great.  If they weren’t so codependent, then they wouldn’t spend the night at each other’s place most nights. But they get lonely when they’re alone for long.

“You seem off,” Hayden says, shoving his hands in his pockets as they walk back to Hayden’s apartment from practice.

“What are you talking about?”

He bumps her gently, and then drapes his arm over her shoulders.  

“You just…seem off.  Everything okay?”

She shrugs, “I’m just tired…I think I’m going to bed when we get home.”

“It’s only five o’clock,” he frowns, “are you getting sick?”

“No, I don’t think so,” she lies, “I’m just exhausted.”

“You’re getting sick,” Hayden says, looking down at her, “you’re never this tired unless you’re coming down with something.”

She yawns sleepily, “I’m fine, Hayden.”

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything. Want me to go pick you up something for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry,” she says, shaking her head.

He pulls her into a hug and rests his cheek on top of her head, “well that’s not an option…you haven’t eaten yet.  What do you want?”

“Um…I dunno…a snack wrap or something. Can we go inside? I wanna lie down.”

Hayden opens the door for her, and watches as she trudges into the bedroom.  

He finds her facedown on the bed, still in her clothes from the day.

“Zo, wake up,” Hayden says, sitting on the bed next to her.  He puts a hand on her back and then pushes her hair off the back of her neck, “come on, you need to shower first.  I know you’re tired, but you can sleep after.”  

She turns her head so that her cheek is pressed against the bed and she’s looking at him groggily.

He puts the back of his hand on her forehead to feel for a fever, but he’s relieved when he doesn’t feel one.

“I’m fine, will you stop?” She groans.  

He swats at her ass, “go shower, I’m going to get you something to eat.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yeah, I don’t want you smellin’ up the place,” he teases, “I have to sleep next to you, you know.”

“Fair point.”

When Hayden returns with her food, she’s fast asleep under the blankets.  He hates that he has to wake her up, but he knows how awful she feels when she skips a meal.

“Zoey, wake up,” he says, putting the bag of food on the nightstand.

He manages to coax her into eating a little less than half of the food before she falls back asleep.

She wakes up before daybreak, nestled firmly in Hayden’s chest.  

Everything hurts, even the roots of her hair and her eyelashes. Her entire body feels heavy and her head is pounding beyond belief.  She feels terrible, but despite how much she hurts, she finds herself drifting back to sleep, unable to stay awake for much longer.  

When she wakes up next, Hayden is sitting up and staring down at her, concern etched into his features.  

“You’re awake. You slept past seven today.  You never sleep past seven, even on the weekends.”

“I’m just tired.”

His frown deepens, “You sound stuffy.”

“I just woke up.”

“Yeah, but still.  You’re usually hoarse when you wake up, not hoarse and stuffy.”

She groans and curls into herself, “everything hurts, Hayden.”

“I’m getting the thermometer,” Hayden says, stroking her cheek before standing up, “you’re too flushed for my liking.”

“Shit, the game.”

Hayden walks back into the room, “text coach and tell him you’re sick.”

“It’s the last game of the season.”

“Are you really telling me,” he says, putting the thermometer in her ear, “that you really think you’ll be able to tolerate a three hour game when you’re this miserable?”

“I’m not-“

“-you are.  I can see it in your eyes.”


“-no buts.  You have a one hundred and one degree fever.”

She coughs once and then turns her head to muffle the rest of the fit into the blankets.  He grimaces and puts a hand on her back.

“Hand me my phone,” she croaks, burying her face in the pillows.  

“You’re holding it.”


“…Do…you want me to text him for you?” Hayden asks after she makes no indication that she’s going to move.

She holds the phone out weakly, “yeah.”

Hayden chuckles, “I’ll text him once I get you some medicine.”


Zoey is sitting in the stands, in the very back and slumped against the wall. She’s shivering miserably, despite her shirt sticking uncomfortably to her skin, and despite how many layers she’s wearing.  

A thick scarf is around her neck, it does nothing to keep her warm, but it does make for a nice makeshift tissue.  She’s been sneezing and coughing into it since putting it on, and as the evening progresses, the fits become more frequent.  

People are shooting her disgusted looks, and she doesn’t blame them.  She knows she shouldn’t be here - she feels like death warmed over - but this was the last game of the season, and immune system be damned.

She wasn’t going to miss this.

Her phone buzzes with a text, and she fumbles with it, hands trembling.

Butthead <3 now

‘That had better not be you up in the stands.’

It takes a moment for her to comprehend the text, but when she does, she looks up to see Hayden clutching his phone and staring straight at her.  

Even though everything is blurry, she can still tell he’s pissed.  

‘itiis sory’ she manages to type.  

Her phone buzzes a few moments later with a series of texts, and she looks at him to see him shake his head in frustration before he’s put back in the game.

Butthead <3 now

‘Why the fuck are you out of bed?’

Butthead <3 now

‘You had a 102 degree fever when I left.’

Butthead <3 now

‘You were in absolutely no shape to be out of bed. You look like you’re about to pass out.’

She knows he’s right, but she’s too exhausted and feels too shitty to move.  The game only has about a half an hour left, and she can probably make it that much longer.  

She feels something cold and wet hit her cheek, and then, it’s like the heavens opened up and within minutes, she’s completely soaked.

The shivering increases tenfold almost immediately, and she’s suddenly hit with another wall of ‘shit, I feel awful’.

She doesn’t notice when the game ends, or when everyone files out of the stadium, but she does notice when someone pats her cheek.  

“Come on, Zo.  Look at me, open your eyes.”

“Hayden?” She croaks weakly, eyes going in and out of focus.

“You stupid idiot,” he breathes.  

“M’sorry,” she moans, going into a rib-crunching coughing fit that doubles her over and makes her dizzy.  It’s followed immediately by a miserable, scratchy sounding sneezing fit that seems to go on forever and leaves her looking dazed and out of it by the end.  

“Shit, you sound awful,” he says, cupping her cheek.

“I d-dond’t…heh…f-feel so g-good…Hih’nGXXCHT!

“Bless you, I can tell…dammit, Zoey? Why did you even come?”


When Hayden finally gets her fever down from a miserable 104 to a slightly more bearable 102, Zoey opens her glassy hazel eyes and looks around tiredly. 

“Oh good,” he breathes from right next to her in bed, “you’re awake.  How do you feel, baby?”

“Ndot…um…ndot good…did I get hit by a car?”

He chuckles, “no, but you have a fever.”


“Now, mind telling me what the hell possessed you to come to the game?”


“You don’t remember?”


“Yeah, you showed up, and then it started pouring, and when I finally got you up, you passed out so I brought you back to my place.

“I’mb sorry.”

“Just get better, and stay in bed.”

She shoots him a weak, sleepy smile, “okay.”


“Deal,” she mumbles, eyelids drooping shut.

anonymous asked:

oh yes, he has many interests, but nothing of this interests it's taking him far. He loves music, but he is not 'nobody' in the music field; he does sports, but he is no one in the golf world; he has friends and therefore has the right to vacation. He has a lot of business, but he does not do anything in life. He does a lot of business and hurt him too: he does it to pass the time. Ambitions are other in life and do not play a guitar so much for having fun at golf.

Oh please! Just admit that you are jealous he can afford to live like he wants to without having to get up every morning at 6 am and going to a boring work. Not everyone is supposed to be ambitious, you know. There are people who are satisfied with what they have and don’t want more. If they aren’t your type of people then please don’t waste your time on Tom and on my blog too. 

Pros and Cons of a Tall Boyfriend [Dream Pack]

Fandom: The Raven Cycle
Pairing: Skov/Swan
Characters: Mainly Skov and Swan, cameos from Joseph Kavinsky, Jiang, Prokopenko
Rating: T
Warnings: The Dream Pack (bit of swearing, bit of PDA)
Words: 3,719
Genre: General, Humour, Friendship, Romance
A/N: SUPER LATE birthday fic for @ronansxrgent who’s birthday was on the 19th!! Love you babe! <3 Inspired by @f0x-meets-w0lf ‘s character designs! Also part of this was influenced by an idea from @hello-wayward–assbutt and thanks to @lostgansey for the Spanish!

Part 3 of Most Things In Between

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1) He sweeps you off your feet.

The moment that Skov arrived at Kavinsky’s mansion, he threw his soccer bag to the side and pulled the navy jersey over his head. He wouldn’t have come over if it weren’t for the showers and the fact that Swan was cooking that night. That second point wasn’t definite, but all Skov had to do was ask. If that failed, it was down to either complaining or kissing, neither of which Skov really minded doing to his boyfriend.

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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.

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



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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