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♒ - cooking/food headcanon

The healthiest (and sometimes grossest) stuff you’ll ever eat. Peyton wastes a lot of energy – not working her ass off trying to keep a family above water, like some – practicing and training. And if she’s not at the gym, she’s working at her father’s office, chained to a desk (a nightmare realized, really) and desperately trying not to grow into her office chair.

She’s very picky when it comes to where her food is grown. It has to be local, no preservatives, without pesticides – preferably as raw as possible. Peyton has the money to spend it on nice food, so she does. It’s not unlikely that you’ll see her drinking a smoothie she’s made for herself that morning made out of all natural protein powder and organic fruits. Also, she’s a vegan. A strict one, and has been since she was in middle school. And no, it wasn’t because it was a ‘fad’ – she actually hates the taste and production of meat and doesn’t like eating animal products.

Though she’s got the option to eat out wherever she likes, Peyton for the most part cooks for herself at home. It’s a nice activity to partake in after a long practice or an especially boring day at the office; she turns on the music in her giant kitchen and sings at the top of her lungs/dances while she’s sautéing and baking and whisking and whatnot. If you’re friends with her, she’s most definitely bringing you over to her place to cook. It’s up to you if you like the food or not, because it’s definitely…for certain tastebuds. 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Worries about it constantly, for two reasons: one, she likes the way she looks and is not a fan of wrinkles (she’s literally covered in freckles; it’s almost a given that the sun is going to fuck up her complexion even more), and two, there’s a possibility of serious injury and consequential benching from dancing. And that right now is not an option.

Yes, she is on the older side of her twenties, and she should be settling down, taking her father’s company, maybe getting married – but that’s not what her heart is set on. She still feels like a twenty two year old, in body and spirit. If she just…keeps delaying the inevitable, and continues to live as she does, maybe she’ll be able to live the life she wants to live, instead of the life her parents want her to live. Right?

The thing is, her trust fund comes into action at thirty five. If she can hold out until then and stop her parents from locking her into the family business (they’ve also been pushing the possibility of obtaining a MFA degree on her, no thank you) then she’ll have plenty enough money to run away on her own terms, start her own dance studio, and grow old the way she wants to. For now she lives in her parent’s money and sort of has to obey their rules. 

☼ - appearance headcanon

Peyton is in the best physical shape of her life, and she loves being at top condition at all times. It’s a pride thing as much as it is a self-love thing; when she looks in the mirror she sees hard work and long hours. This body, her body, took years in the making. It’s also useful to have a six or eight pack for all the moves she tries out in the studio – flipping doesn’t come easily if you don’t have core strength. That being said, she has never necessarily been out of shape: her parents put her in ballet classes since she could walk, and she’s been so hardcore about dance that there was no time for an awkward chubby phase.

One part of her appearance she tries desperately to hide are her freckles. It comes from those adolescent years of ballet training, when all of the other girls would make fun of her for the spots dotting every corner of her body. Ballet dancers were supposed to be petite and pale as porcelain. Peyton was petite, but her complexion was certainly not porcelain. Even though she’s moved into more hip-hop urban styles she still makes an effort to hide the freckles she was born with. She’s become quite the makeup expert because of it.

Her wardrobe is three fold: there are the clothes she wears to work: ultra modern, sleek, figure hugging, the clothes she wears with her friends: also modern but sexy, lots of black and white, things that show off her body, and the clothes she wears to dance: urban streetwear, basically, stuff that moves well on her body and is easy to dance in. She can easily be three different Peytons when she wakes up in the morning.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

She has an apartment in the city a few blocks away from her father’s office; her parents bought it as an ‘investment’, because the building it’s in is in a rapidly developing area that’s going to get great traction and marketability once Peyton moves up and gets a larger house for her future family. It’s a renovated warehouse space, floor to ceiling windows, really sleek and modern design, basically everything the movies show a young, single 28 year old living in. 

Except it’s messy. Really, really messy – not with food and trash, because she’s not that disgusting. There’s just…clothing and cards and work papers and books everywhere because she admittedly never learned to clean up for herself. A maid comes in once a week and turns the place inside out, so that’s usually when she invites over guests. Otherwise it’s just her in an beautiful apartment littered with her crap. 

She has a puggle named Hoot that is basically her number one man (he sleeps in her bed and eats her food – she can’t keep him on a vegan diet, however, so she goes against her rules to keep meat in the house for him) and he’s quite well trained except for the odd eaten shoe or purse. He has a cute but slightly annoying habit of baying and barking at the door anytime someone other than Peyton buzzes up and enters the apartment. After he calms down he trots back to Peyton and puts his paws on her thighs so she can pick him up, which she almost always does. He’s terribly spoiled. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Jeff’s got lots of hobbies – basically hobby central, if you will. He has a love and a knack for puzzles: his parents got him a 300 piece 3D puzzle when he was seven and he managed to figure it out in a day. He made sure to glue that shit together, because no way in hell was he gonna build it again. His bedroom is covered in knick knacks and mind puzzles, those ones that you get in your stocking for Christmas but never complete. Except Jeff solves every. single. one of them. 

He is, true to stereotype, also very into collecting comic books. No, he’s not one of those weirdos who doesn’t read them and stacks them above his bed to sell when he’s 40 and still living in his parent’s basement (though he does have a few collectibles that he’s contemplating passing down the family line) – but he does see the stuff he’s gathered as precious. 

Jeff is also a fiend for video games. He has a slightly obsessive personality (if you couldn’t already tell with the puzzles and logic puzzles), so when he gets a new game he gets super, super focused on it and won’t put it down until he wins it. His parents actually had to take his consoles and television away around the time of the SATs so he could get work done instead of staying up all hours of the night to play the new BioShock.  

He wears glasses, and play obsessively with them. It’s because the glasses he wears pinch his nose just a tiny bit too much, and he’s too stubborn to go and get new ones because he doesn’t think any others fit his face as well. So he’s always pulling them off his nose and rubbing the bridge, sliding them up into his hairline, dropping them to the tip of his nose and staring down at you like a librarian. 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Jeff likes: his computer, his parents, cold rainy days, his best friend Erika (not that way, though), LEARNING ABOUT STUFF, his 3DS, an old pair of converse he’s had since high school, the Harry Potter books (fuck the movies, no matter how cute Emma Watson is), Star Wars and Star Trek (because you can have the best of both worlds), Marvel Comics (though he’s open to reading DC, no hate), those blender youtube tutorials, puns!, the quadratic equation, ‘90s and early 2000′s cartoons, One Piece, MMoRPG games, and a helluva lot of of things. 

Jeff dislikes: hot, sunny days, bad wifi connection, marbles (like when they scratch together and make that weird gurgling sound? no thanks), Gwen Stacy’s death in The Amazing Spiderman #121 - 122, group activities, daylight savings, getting shit under his fingernails, horror movies (he likes playing horror games, however), rain boots, the fact that Chipotle didn’t have carnitas for like, a year, tiny enclosed spaces, getting snow in his clothing, whole wheat pasta, and even more things. 

☆ - happy headcanon

His life has been honestly charmed, but if there’s one moment to choose it would probably be his second grade birthday party when his parents surprised him with a Lazer Tag party. A few months before he had seen the ad for the Lazer Tag place and freaked out over it – as in asking every day after school if he could go play instead of doing his homework. He didn’t have many friends other than Erika, but his parents invited all the kids from his grade and they all actually had a pretty good time with him. I mean, it’s Lazer Tag, so how can it not be fun, but that’s beside the point. 

Jeff got super into it, as in basically becoming a ninja and fulfilling his every desire to be a super secret future spy. His team won every time, which was (as he thinks) thanks to him, but most definitely because his dad was on the team and a trained cop so he just shot all the little fuckers on the other team down so his little boy could win. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

Erika Magnusson is his best friend!! forever!! They were actually born in the same hospital a few hours apart, and their moms met when they got wheeled over to look at their little babies. Their moms kept in contact because coincidentally they lived about fifteen minutes away from each other. Erika always came over to Jeff’s house for playdates because both her parents worked and Jeff’s mother didn’t mind being a free babysitter, because Jeff and Erika were super well behaved. 

Their parents always joked that Erika and Jeff would get married one day (and they have decided, if they’re forty-six and still #foreveralone they’ll get a civil union and adopt five million kids like Brangelina). They tried the whole thing out when they were freshmen in college but it went horribly; Erika thought Jeff drooled too much when they made out and Jeff couldn’t stop laughing when they held hands. The ‘fated to be’ relationship ended within two weeks.