Logan runs as fast as he can. As far as he can remember, he never ran that fast, that long. His heart beats loudly in his chest, and he’s sure it’s going to burst out of his body within minutes.
His legs ache, he has been running for quite a while now..
But he doesn’t care. He’s got to save her. He HAS to save her, no matter what.
He curses at himself for slowing down, exhausted, but he doesn’t stop. He wishes he could be faster, hoping that he won’t arrive too late. He knew this would happen one day, he knew it.
And yet he stayed with you, putting your life in danger, too much of a coward to leave the one he considered the love of his life. And now, he was probably going to loose you…
He accelerated once more, running as fast as he could.
Today marked the 7th anniversary of you teaching at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, and fun coincidence, also your twenty sixth birthday, and your friends prepared a rather big party for you. It was suppose to be a surprise, but Kitty let it out by mistake over breakfast a few days ago.
She was casually talking with her boyfriend, Piotr, when she asked what he was going to wear for (Y/N)’s party…not realizing you were just next to her sipping on a nice warm cup of coffee. When she did realized however, she apologized profusely, and made you and Piotr swear you wouldn’t say anything to Logan. You had smiled gently to her, and swore.
in ten years i’ll tell you i love you (but not now) [Yoongi]
Pairing:Yoongi x Reader Genre: Angst ; Fluff Word Count: 4237 Description: if there are any words that could travel through space and time to reach the person they have to reach, ‘i love you’ would be those words. Author’s Note: so basically…the fucking soulmate reincarnation au yoongi brithday fic NOBODY ASKED FOR!!!! praise i wrote this in one day in the span of like 4 hrs i ignored my work i am going to REGRET (i)
It is forbidden. It is forbidden, and dangerous, and high-risk, and the utmost cliché. That you, the lowly servant girl, from a long line of ancestors of the same position, would fall in love with the son of the household you are serving.
The House of Min is a house your family has served for centuries, and most likely will serve for centuries more, and somehow you are the first (or perhaps you were not the first, but you had most certainly never heard of anyone else similar to you) to fall completely and utterly in love with the person you were supposed to be serving.
And yet — it is the utmost cliché is it not? That he, the heir to a fortune, one amongst the richest in the country, would fall in love with the servant girl who lives in the basement with the rest of the help, far, far away from the glittering chandeliers and marble staircases that lead to his room. Far enough so that, should he be like his parents, he would have forgotten the help existed even in the moments they were not serving them. Far enough so that, if it were not for you, he could have forgotten anyone but his family lived in the same house as he.
Near where i live is a place called iron island, its a triangle, surrounded by train tracks, its a pretty quiet and peaceful place, id like to hear your thoughts on it, btw this place is in New York state.
It’s either a sanctuary or a prison; the former sounds most likely. A good place and a kind one, although the train-that-isn’t-real howls like wolves during the new moon.
in maryland, they stop at a 24-hour diner in baltimore and a bunch of
rowdy looking street punks crash their table to invite them to a
warehouse party that johns hopkins students are throwing just a little past the
notorious art kid-filled copycat building. henry is practically falling asleep in the
booth but mention of a skate ramp and bonfire and a dancefloor wake him
right up and they agree to go because why the hell not – and it’s
everything they were promised and more. gansey gets drunk and kisses a
frat boy who looks a whole lot like declan lynch while henry and blue
dance with the same girl between both of their bodies (her name is
mikaela and she’s a printmaking major but what really matters is that
she’s warm and giggly and more than happy to be in the middle of a
in pennsylvania, they drive through expansive rural farmlands that are
lush and green and the air smells sweet and crisp. they stay in an old
colonial-style cottage that’s said to be haunted and stay awake all
night pretending to film their own spoof episode of ghosthunters. the
only problem is that blue actually can kind of feel something
even though she can’t see anything, and henry is freaked out of his
mind at the thought; gansey pretends it’s noah and proceeds on as usual.
they end up with some entirely hilarious voice recordings of henry
admitting that he’s actually highkey scared of old haunted houses while
blue tries to sound way more chill than she actually feels and gansey
rambles on about electromagnetic fields and energies.
in nebraska, they roll through omaha and stay at an airbnb owned by a
kid named ricky with bright hazel eyes and a cute crooked smile who has a
huge map of the US on his wall filled with pins of roadtrips he’s taken
in the past. he tells them all about the one that he’s planning up to
canada henry is beyond thrilled to geek out about vancouver a bit. they
buy a bottle of patron from the liquor store across from ricky’s house
for only $14 (gansey is blown away by how cheap it is to buy liquor
here?!) and make margaritas and drink them in an inflatable pool in
ricky’s yard. the room they sleep in has blankets draped from the
ceiling and christmas lights strung around the walls and a nintendo 64
in the corner with a tupperware bin full of games. they play mario party
2 until it’s nearly one in the morning before all passing out in a pile
on the queen-size mattress that takes up most of the floor.
in colorado, they stop at a strange little cantina nestled in the mountains that has the best salsa blue has ever tasted and real cowboys sit in the booth opposite theirs. blue spends the entire meal trying to eavesdrop on them while gansey gives henry a thorough history of how cantinas came to be. henry steals more than a few sips of the beer gansey ordered with a fake i.d. that ronan dreamt him up and may or may not get quite buzzed when gansey orders a glass of over-proof bourbon for him; blue watches amusedly as henry gets increasingly more handsy and affectionate with gansey. by the time they finish eating and get back in the car, blue’s stuck driving because henry insists that he and gansey have to snuggle in the backseat, they just have to, okay?
in utah, they spend a few days in the uinta national forest to camp and
explore a bit. while searching for a good place to pitch their tent and
build a fire, they come across a group of train hopping kids who’ve been
camping near a little creek. blue is instant friends with a girl who
introduces herself as cosma; they start weaving little crowns from the
long strands of grass and weeds while chatting about the stars. gansey
strikes up an intellectual conversation with this stoned kid named
sequoia and impresses him with tales of welsh kings. henry plops down
besides a girl who’s doodling flowers and britney spears lyrics into a
beat-up sketchbook. she calls herself sprout; henry proceeds to call her
lentil and alfalfa and every type of sprout he can think of and she
laughs and laughs and laughs. they all build a fire together that night and smoke a little weed while sitting around it - they toast marshmellows over the fire and talk about love and blue braids cosma’s hair and they all howl like wolves at the night sky and sing silly songs to the moon til the sun paints the morning sky a dusty pink.
BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend Getting Drunk and Asking if They’re Gay
“Blame it on the booze, got you feeling loose. Blame it on patron, got you in the zone. Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the Henny, blame it on the blue top got you feeling dizzy. Blame it on the alcohol baby.” - ‘Blame It’ by Jamie Foxx.
Jin: It’d all start with Namjoon suggesting that they’d go out to celebrate their wins of the year at a nightclub. That was the first mistake on Jin’s part by agreeing to go. The second was that he allowed J-Hope to challenge everyone to a drinking game, which he politely declined to join in on. After the fourth or fifth shot, the members and their girlfriends were batshit drunk, including his own. Now, only after an hour of being there: Jimin and Jungkook were grinding on the dancefloor with their girls, Suga was sleeping in his girlfriends lap while she laughed loudly with V’s girlfriend as said member was dancing on the table next to them, J-Hope and his girlfriend had disappeared to a place Jin didn’t really want to know about, and Rap Monster and his girl were furiously making out in a not-so-secluded corner of the club. Jin sighed in exhaustion as he tried to get his own girlfriend to stop poking his side.
“Hey, oppa!” Jin’s girlfriend sang.
“Y/N, for the last time, you’re older than me, so I’m not your ‘oppa’.” Jin tried to explain but Y/N didn’t seem to care.
“Jinnie oppa, are you attracted to other guys?” she asked, making Jin choke on his sparkling water. He stared at her in shock with his eyes blown wide.
“It’s totally cool if you are! I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.” Y/N said seriously before bursting out in giggles.
“You’re more drunk than I thought Y/N, I’ve been your boyfriend for three years now. C’mon, we’re all going home”
Suga: Suga would come home late, having been at the recording studio trying to finish a song he was working on. Having no success by the time the clock read 2 a.m. he decided to call it a night and try to finish it tomorrow. All he really wanted was to crawl into bed and cuddle up with his sleeping girlfriend. So, when he came home and heard loud sobs coming from the other end of the apartment, his fatigue vanished. He quickly kicked off his shoes and ran into your shared room.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he saw you sitting up in bed with the lights on and an empty bottle laying next to you.
“Y-Yoongi?” you’d hiccup, staring at him with bloodshot eyes. He’d approach you and instantly smell the booze in your breath, realizing that you were just being the sad, emotional drunk you turned into when you drank too much and that you weren’t hurt in any actual way. He’d sigh in relief and sit down next to you, pulling you into his arms anyways.
“Babe, why are you crying?”
“D-Don’t call me that!” you’d wail, causing Suga to look at you in shock.
“Why not?” he’d ask you, confused that you weren’t comforted by the term of affection.
“B-Because you can’t like me like that! Y-You’re g-gay!” you’d cry, hiding your face in his chest. Suga would be overcome with laughter, making you look up at him with a hurt face.
“I-It’s not funny!” you’d yell, clearly hurt by his laughter.
“Baby, you’re so drunk you don’t know what you’re saying. I love you. I’m not gay, and we’ve been together for almost two years now.” Suga would tell you, laughing again as you’re face turned from hurt to surprised.
“W-We have?” you’d hiccup, making Suga nod and kiss your forehead.
“Yup, now let’s put your drunk self to bed. I really want to cuddle you to sleep tonight.”
J-Hope: J-Hope had lost a bet. A bet made by V. He knew he shouldn’t have taken it once he knew the punishment, but his pride was on the line! He couldn’t just step down without a fight!! He should’ve known that V would ultimately beat him during the Warhead challenge, since the younger had an affiliation for sour candy. But no one could tell him that he didn’t fight valiantly! So, now here he was at a gay bar with V and his girlfriend (he had asked her to come for emotional support). He was now regretting his choice to bring the love of his life with him, because now she was slightly drunk along with Taehyung, the two of them giggling loudly in his ears.
“Go on hyung! Just get it over with!” Taehyung encouraged after another fit of giggles. Hoseok sighed and quickly took the shot of vodka he had ordered, the burn giving him liquid courage as he strutted out onto the dance floor.
If V wanted a show, a show he would get. J-Hope, without a care in the world, joined in the dancing with a few of the other men on the dance floor as his form of punishment. His hips swayed and dropped to the beat, his hands moving across his body in a sensual manner and he kept chanting in his head; ‘Just pretend you’re dancing with Y/N’. But when his ass was groped for the third time that night, he decided that he had fulfilled his punishment ten-fold and rejoined his drunk patrons, who were howling like wolves.
“Hyung, that was amazing, I’m sooo glad I got that on video.” J-Hope groaned and hid his head in his girlfriend’s neck out of embarrassment.
“Hobi~” Y/N purred, removing her pouting boyfriend from her neck so that she could look at him fully.
“You’re not gay, are you?” she asked in the most serious tone of voice that it caused Hoseok’s eyes to bug out of his head.
“Jagiya…I want to scold you but you look too attractive right now. I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I? Or do we need to leave so I can show you how much I love you?”
Rap Monster: All he wanted was to have a romantic date. Namjoon knew how much his girlfriend was missing him since his bands’ promotions had started up again, limiting their already limited amount of time they could spend together. But when the promotions for their new album finally came from a high boil to a low simmer, Rap Monster was more than ecstatic to spend more time with his girlfriend besides the kisses they shared in the morning when he left and in the night when he came home passed the point of exhaustion. So when he finally got to take his girlfriend out to an elegant restaurant for a dinner date a few nights later, everything seemed to be going perfectly. That is until the wine was brought out.
It was a deep red color, laced with the infusions of raspberries to create a tangy and lingering flavor. It was sparkling, bubbly, and so aroma infused that the smell of it seemed to surround the couple in an intoxicating perfume in their secluded booth in the back of the dining hall. Pretty soon the bottle was empty, having drinking it during both the main course and dessert because it just tasted so good with everything.
Namjoon stared at his girlfriend as she talked with him drunkenly, staring at the faint blush in her cheeks and just how beautiful she looked in her little black dress. It made his tummy warm with affection and lust in his tipsy state. Maybe it was the alcohol taking control, but he leaned over during her speech and kissed her cheek. The kiss was soft and lingering, like the wings of a butterfly. When Namjoon heard her giggling he took that as incentive to continue, moving down to place sensual kisses on her neck, occasionally giving her small love bites. When he placed his hand high on her thigh, that’s when she pulled away from her boyfriend.
Namjoon stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth hung open in shock, causing Y/N to giggle.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
“I just don’t want you to make a mistake with a woman.” she said, only making Namjoon even more confused.
“Aren’t you gay Joonie?” she asked, making Namjoon look at her with shock.
“We’ve been together since forever Y/N, I think you need to go home and rest. Besides, I think I’d like to shower you with more affection in the privacy of our own home.”
Jimin: There were only two words needed for Jimin to explain why his girlfriend was on his back, giggling like there was no tomorrow at one in the morning. Beer pong. He shouldn’t have let Y/N go up against Hoseok, but the two were just so competitive that by the time he had found out, the two were already two glasses in the game and neither were planning to forfeit anytime soon. Y/N had emerged victorious after a long battle, but Jimin knew that she would regret it when she would wake up with a killer hangover in the morning. Jimin didn’t mind carrying Y/N on his back the short way to their apartment, in fact, he quite liked the warmth of his girlfriend pressing into his back. It made him feel strong and protective of what was his. He smiled, and Y/N pinched his cheeks, giggling into Jimin’s ear.
“Aww, Jiminie is so cute~” Y/N cooed, poking his cheeks repeatedly. Jimin just laughed as Y/N sighed behind him, resting her head on his shoulders.
“Its a shame I can’t be like this with you all the time.” Y/N said. Jimin could hear the put in her voice and quickly looked back at her only to find her putting cutely, making him giggle out of love for his girlfriend.
“And why is that jagiya?” he asked in a teasing manner.
“Because we can’t be together Jiminie. You’re gay.” she whispered the last part in Jimin’s ear, making him turn to look at her sad expression in shock.
“Aish, you must be more drunk than I thought.” he mumbled.
“You’re just so cute Jiminie, any guy would be lucky to have you do this for him. I wish I was a guy.” Y/N pouted, making Jimin shake his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Hey, let me tell you a secret Y/N.”
“We’ve been dating for two years. And I love you so much. Trust me, this man of yours is only gay for you.” Jimin giggled when Y/N gasped loudly in his ear.
“I love you tooo!” Y/N giggled, and Jimin couldn’t help but laugh along with her. He couldn’t wait to tell Y/N about what she said when she was drunk this time.
V: Taehyung and his girlfriend would be at home one night, probably during a movie/TV marathon that night when one of them would suggest to bring out the alcohol to drink with the fried chicken that had just arrived. One glass turned to two, and two glasses turned into countless more until the two of them were drunk and pink in the face.
“Jagi.” Taehyung called, scooting closer to his girl that was cuddled with one of the couch pillows, whispering to it about cats and house plants. She would look up from her in-depth conversation and glare at the intruder.
“TaeTae, can’t you see I’m having a deep conversation with Billy here? Don’t interrupt!” she’d whine, kicking her feet around angrily. Taehyung would glare back at her and grab the pillow out of her hands, throwing it somewhere else in the room.
“BILLY!!!” Y/N cried. Taehyung had other ideas than comforting his girlfriend about the loss of her intelligent converser though. He’d grab ahold of his girlfriends cheeks, leaning in to kiss the living daylights out of her. V would feel his girlfriend resist, and he’d groan in frustration, pulling away from the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” he’d grumble, pouting slightly that his girlfriend wasn’t as needy as he was for kisses
“I-I thought you were gay TaeTae, why are you kissing me? Last time checked I didn’t have a ding dong.” she’d say, checking down the front of her pants just to make sure.
Taehyung sighed, about to explain to his girlfriend that he wasn’t gay when he thought about the time he had to act out that romantic sit-up scene with J-Hope; remembering how close they were for that challenge.
“Ah…am I not gay?” he’d mumble in his drunken state as the memories flashed back to him. He’d shake his head to his girlfriend, not trusting his drunken thoughts to answer for him, instead leaning back in for more kisses, which his girlfriend was now eager to receive after his answer of denial.
Jungkook: “How could you come back here?!”
That was what Jungkook was met with when he finally came home from the studio for the night. He quickly ducked when he saw an object fly towards him. It smashed against the wall with a loud shattering sound and, upon closer examination, he saw that it was a table clock. Jungkook stood back up and stared further in the apartment with wide eyes.
“Yah! Y/N what was that for?” Jungkook asked as he moved past the foyer and into the apartment, finding his girlfriend on the couch cradling a bottle of rum. There were empty Coca-Cola cans littered all over the floor; the telltale signs that someone had been mixing up rum and coke cocktails.
“You should know!” Y/N yelled, throwing a magazine to the ground as she poured herself another dose of rum. Jungkook groaned in exasperation. He loved his girlfriend to death. However, when she became her angry drunk self, Jungkook honestly felt very intimidated by her.
Jungkook first, grabbed the bottle of rum out of his girlfriends hands, ignoring her yelling protests to put it away. When he came back and saw her about to drink the glass she poured, Jungkook took it from her and drank it himself, turning in on himself a little at her glares directed towards him. It burned his throat without the coke to mellow out the intense flavor of the rum, but if Jungkook was going to be the amazing boyfriend that he is and figure out what was wrong, he needed a little liquid courage.
Jungkook picked up the magazine threw on the ground and had to stifle his chuckles otherwise he’d have to face the wrath of his girlfriend.
“Sweetie, this is just a picture of me and Yugyeom.” Jungkook chuckled as he read the article about the two of them being really close friends.
“I’m not falling for your tricks maknae! Our relationship has been a lie hasn’t it?You’re gay for Yugyeom aren’t you?” Y/N accused, making Jungkook give her a patient half smile.
“Jagi, I’m not gay. I love you, and only you, otherwise I wouldn’t have stuck around this long.”
“Not…gay?” Y/N asked, cocking her head to the side like a puppy would, making Jungkook’s heart swell.
“I think its time we put you to bed baby.” Jungkook said, taking Y/N’s hands into his own, leading her into their room to tuck her into bed for the night.
(I didn’t make any of these gifs, all credit goes to the original gif makers, as usual)
introducing them all like a superhero video again! Scarf Boy! Hairy guy! He’s
not in the band anymore! David Spade! Dorm Man!”
“Is that Other Guy? His hair is almost as bad as Harry’s….”
“I feel bad for
his barber. Because it looks like his barber didn’t do anything. They couldn’t put Harry Styles on their resume because they
didn’t cut his hair ever. And they wouldn’t be proud of it if they did….”
“Don’t run ON the
tracks…that’s why he left the band, isn’t it? They made him endanger his life by running on some train tracks.”
“Hehehe he has a
“Where are they
walking? THERE’S NOBODY ELSE IN THE VIDEO! AS ALWAYS! It’s like the rapture happened
and they’re the only ones left….”
“He’s on a train
leaving the band. Oh my god the train is empty too, is there even a conductor?”
“Why do they keep
howling like wolves?”
dressed for very different weather. Zayn has gloves on, Harry has a scarf on, Other Guy just has a light shirt and a blazer?”
“I feel like
Harry probably knitted everything in this video. It seems like the kind of
thing he would do…he strikes me as a knitting person. Everything in this
video was hand-knit by Harry Styles in a fortnight. I bet he used all itchy
wool too, he was probably kind of a dick about it.”
“How come Zayn is
the only one that got a girl in this video?”
“Who is lighting
off fireworks in the middle of the wilderness? That’s super dangerous! Smokey the
bear would be so pissed!”
that after this they stopped having real girls in the videos. I bet it was
because Harry would always insist on knitting them things and it was costing them too much time and money.”
….I’ve been playing a lot of GTA V and nothing is more fun and more difficult than evading the cops when you have a 4-5 star wanted level.
Michael let out a whoop of pure joy as the car’s back wheels slammed back onto the ground and they shot off. Ryan’s hair was free in the breeze - he had lost his hairtie a long time ago and had discarded his mask in lieu of face paint so he could see better as he drove. It streamed behind him and Ryan couldn’t help but let out an echoing scream of pure adrenaline, shrieking their dominance into the night like wolves howled to the moon.
Sirens shrieked, horns honked, and the crack of bullets rained through the air - the sounds of their joy, chorusing in the air in a crescendo of noise and chaos. The muzzle of Michael’s gun was hot in his hand as he leaned out the back window, shouting at the cops as they raced behind them, hardly able to see as the wind hit his face so hard his eyes watered as he shot.
It didn’t matter if he hit anything - the pure joy of scattering shots wildly and watching police cars swerve out of the way or better yet, explode into a rain of fire was a sensation he could never get enough of. He screamed his defiance of their system until his throat was hoarse, bullets ripping holes in walls and cement and people without abandon.
Ryan, in the front seat with both hands on the wheel, drove with an insanity hardly seen even in Los Santos. They took turns sharp enough to go up on two wheels, skittered past other cars, and jumped so high their wheels cleared the ground entirely. He knew Michael found it hysterically fun and so did he - they were the menaces, the terror of Los Santos, and if every breath tasted like smoke and burning rubber, all the better.
When they finally evade the cops, hidden in an underpass and breathing heavily, they meet together in groping hands and desperate teeth, falling onto the backseat laughing and pulling at one another. This was their world, this was their fire, this was their life.
If they died? Well, they’d go out in a blaze of fucking glory and what could be better than that?
the quiet like a graveyard - dead cans of coke in their once-cold caskets, ghostly moonlight falling dead through the window. he sits there on the tiles with a bottle of water in his hands, wondering why it can’t be vodka instead (becausehe doesn’t have a tastefor vodka,and whyisthat? becausehe is only aboy, not agod), with the stars falling onto his face and marking him divine against his will. he thinks he wants divinity on his shoulders, but he doesn’t - he is in love with the idea of the warmth, the thought of the golden glow of holy on his skin, but it is more than he thinks it is. he will become divine anyway.
a creak like a crypt door opening; his eyes, almost more than blank tonight, widen like searchlights. who stumbles on him in this forgotten cemetery of a 7-11? only death finds solace in the quiet - the living will shatter his comfort like glass, howling like wolves, full of the sounds of bones cracking apart and knitting together, flowers growing and dying deep in their bodies, teeth clacking in snarls and smiles. life will rob death of the solitude that is his birthright; life is unwelcome in the one place death feels he can rest his head.
chatter like nails on a chalkboard comes from the rear of the store - the clink of glass kissing glass perks his ears. the air is electric with two a.m. mischief, lechery like the taste of gasoline (itwill roarlike a fireand burn everything ittouches), mixed with the smell of smoke and cheap whiskey like a bartender’s perfume. anxiety’s sharp spear and curiosity’s soft stroke mix in his stomach like dish soap and water: sudsy, bubbling, over-the-top. gods are in the building.
soft laughter draws closer through the walls - he turns and there they stand, the golden statues come to life like the embodiments of worship me. alcohol glitters in bottles like the shine in their eyes, sparkling and fiery and alive deep down where nobody can touch it; smoke swirls around their heads like halos; their teeth are so white you don’t notice their points until they’re in your throat. there is one in particular, the truest angel: bronzed skin, hair slithering across her shoulders like ropes waiting to hang the next man she meets (andthatwould behe), a smile like roses blooming. she strikes him dumb (as aphrodite strikes allmen) - his tongue lies like a carpet across his teeth and he has the strangest wish to open his mouth and speak in song.
he rises - what else to do in the presence of holy - and his gaze meet hers, the angel’s: a blade swipes through his brain, something painful, something swift, something with a hint of honey. his eyes, more alive tonight than they have been in years, grow to the size of platters, of sacrificial altars - places for his gifts to her to rest in glory. he turns, his cheeks hotter than the sidewalks perused by the holiest of the holy at the height of the day, and exits without a word. what would death say to life, even given such a chance as this? how to be sure his teeth would stay steady, his eyes would pass for alight, his breath would not reek of graveyard silence? his hands are still gold-laced leaves: they are beautiful but they still shake. a goddess would never see anything more than empty space.
as he thinks this, the stars smile like they know better.
- death meets holy // part two of “seasons” // abby
I wanted to write for non-WWE guys that I like too so I figured that I’d go for my newest subject and the winner of TOD 16, Jimmy F’n Havoc. And as I was writing this, Jimmy liked my tweet! Please note, I have never (to my knowledge) been to Brighton and my only experience of NYC was an airport so forgive me for any mistakes regarding either place. I really liked the idea of the reader being someone who only knew what city life was like, never leaving the city she grew up in once in her life until Jimmy comes along to take her on an adventure and change her perspective of life. So yeah, tooth rotting fluffiness from dear Jimmy because I really love fluff about people who have personalities that wouldn’t usually suit it).
When cold winds are calling And the sky is clear and bright, Misty mountains sing and beckon, Lead me out into the light.
I grew up in New York City but I had never left. I couldn’t afford to leave but I made do with what I had.
Touch The Sky. Those are the words I live by, tattooed on my left shoulder so I never forget. I just had to get through every day with the knowledge that this was the life I had been given and I needed to dream of bigger, better things. And then Jimmy Fuckin’ Havoc had to waltz on into my life.
I had been walking down the street one day, work had been a drag and I just wanted to get home to a cup of tea and the latest episode of Supernatural. My headphones were broken so I had to make do; the taxi horns and loud voices were my music, a beat that I could walk to. It was getting dark and my apartment was located about an hour’s walk away from Times Square, the lights of the city fading out the closer to home I got. Suddenly, the dogs barking sounded a lot like the howling of wolves and the street lamps were stars burning out after a supernova.
I could swear that I heard something along the lines of ‘I’ll fucking murder you, Havoc!’ from nearby. My original plan was to not get involved with that in any way but a pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind, dragging me into an alley.
‘Sorry, sorry. You need to keep quiet, okay? Got myself into some trouble and the guy will take out anything in his path to get to me. I’d rather not have the death of an innocent woman on my hands.’ Oh, he was British. There was a tone to his voice that seemed almost sinister and to his credit, that was probably his intention what with our current position. ‘And I know this is really weird but have you got a place nearby where I could crash until morning? I’ll figure out a way to pay you back, I spent all of my money the other day and I don’t get paid until after a show in a week.’
‘I swear to whoever is up there, if you turn out to be an axe murderer and kill me in my sleep - you’ll be spending the rest of your life with me haunting you.’ My only view of the dude was out of the corner of my eye so I didn’t get a good look at him until we had reached my apartment. Clad in a blood soaked white vest top, red letters proclaiming ‘DIE HAVOC DIE’, and sweat slicked hair sticking to his forehead, the Brit was a sight to see. The blood took me back and he was quick to 'reassure’ me that most of the red liquid was his own. So reassuring!
'Thanks for this. I’m Jimmy by the way.’ There was no way in hell that I was shaking his hand, it was also covered in blood and what looked like shards of glass. I directed him towards the bathroom and waited outside of the door so that I could take his filthy clothing to wash whilst he showered. Luckily for him, I had some of my douchebag ex’s clothes for him to wear and some blankets so he could crash on the couch. The contents of my fridge were enough to throw a cheese omelette together that I could split in half. Curse me for being so damn caring. He emerged from the bathroom in the grey, fuzzy sweater and black skinny jeans that I had scavenged out of my closet, looking much better than when he had gone in.
'Okay, Jimmy. You’re going to sit down and eat this, and then we’re going to talk about the terms of this little situation. I’m not in the habit of allowing random, blood covered strangers into my home, especially because this is NYC and I don’t know who is out there.’ He ate the omelette in record time, almost as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Looking up at me with exceptionally bright blue eyes and this tiny little smile, I had to remind myself that he had literally grabbed me out of nowhere and was still a complete stranger, even if he looked very, very adorable like that.
‘First thing’s first, my name is Y/N. Second, I’m still slightly wary of you seeing as you arrived into my life covered in your own blood with someone chasing you. I am usually a very considerate person but I will knock you out if need be. I live alone so you won’t need to worry about anyone waking you up in the middle of the night, threatening to call the cops. And you will not need to pay me back for my 'hospitality’, all I ask is that you answer my questions and keep me company this evening.’ He didn’t seem to mind my inquisitive mind, answering any and all questions I had.
I learned his name was Jimmy Havoc, he was 30 and from Kent, near London. He was a pro wrestler who had a habit of getting himself into dangerous situations like the one he had been escaping from when he had grabbed me. Jimmy had thought it smart to get himself into a bar fight with someone much taller and bigger than himself, pissing said person off when he struck him with a bar stool.
‘You know about me. Can I ask about you?’ I nodded, feeling strangely comfortable around this insane acquaintance of mine, ‘You said you live alone, right? Why do you have men’s clothes handy? I’m guessing bad relationship that ended not so long ago.’ Ding, ding, we have a winner.
‘Clayton was a douche. He stayed out all night, which I didn’t mind because it’s his life and I understand people like to have fun, but he’d come home stinking of weed and off his head on drugs. I am not social but I work at a record store near Times Square so it’s hard to avoid people. We broke up after he came in whilst I was working and started yelling at me, clearly high as fuck. I had been serving a mother and her little girl at the time, having to apologize for his actions was extremely difficult over the sound of his voice. My boss called the cops after he began to threaten me and some of the customers. The only reason I still have some of his shit is because he’d left it in my closet. But hey, fuck him.’
‘Damn straight. Guys like that shouldn’t be allowed to reproduce, let alone be around women. I see people like that all over London, it’s not exclusive to the US.’
‘Trust me, if I could leave this city and go somewhere, anywhere, then I totally would. Can’t afford to leave, I never have.’ The look Jimmy gave me was one of pure shock. 'Never? You’ve never left New York?’ I shook my head and he rubbed his hands together, ‘Well then! Looks like I’m gonna have to change that. You can come back to England with me if you want. I’d pay for your flight over when I get paid and I’d get you back over here when you’re ready.’
‘Fuck off, Havoc. Don’t kid around with me,’ I shook my head, smile faltering when his expression didn’t change, ‘You’re serious? You’d do that for someone you’ve just met?’
One week passed and we were on a plane headed for England.
I will ride, I will fly, Chase the wind and touch the sky, I will fly, Chase the wind and touch the sky.
A few weeks after we’d arrived in London, Jimmy practically forced me into the passenger seat of his car without telling me where the hell we were going. Through the time I’d been in the city, I’d been to so many places that I had always wanted to go to. He didn’t mind showing me around because he knew the city like the back of his hand. But now, he wanted to take me somewhere new.
Honestly, this man had taken a hold of my heart so quickly that it terrified me but excited me at the same time. He didn’t care how different I was compared to him, with my wide eyes and curiosity. Jimmy Havoc was the type of person who didn’t have many close friends but would die to protect those who were. I hadn’t fallen so fast before but I was definitely cautious after my previous romantic encounter.
We drove for about an hour and he kept laughing at the fact that I was trying not to scream because we were on what I thought was the wrong side of the road. Fields lined either side of the highway, or ‘motorway’ as he called it, and I couldn’t help but smile at the amount of green around me. Sure, there were parks and stuff in New York but I had never seen so much open space in my life.
'You been to the beach before?’ He’d asked as we entered a town called 'Brighton’.
'I think I might have been to one in Brooklyn as a little kid but I don’t really remember much about it. Why? Are we going to the beach?’
'Well, yes. But Brighton is more than just the beach. If you haven’t gathered by now, I am not the most cheery and bright natured person but I’ll be damned if I don’t put that aside and take you to this town. Watching the sun go down next to the pier is a sight that could rival the big lights of NYC and is the perfect way to show you what it’s like away from the city.’
The wind blowing through my hair as we walked along the pier felt familiar, the sensation like an old friend wrapping me in a warm embrace, and yet, it was completely new when partnered with the salty sea air and the unpolluted sky above. The last thing I wanted was for this to end but I knew eventually I would have to go back to New York, even though I didn’t want to.
'Hey, what’s wrong?’ Jimmy asked, stopping so he could turn me to face him, 'You’ve been really quiet for a while. Did I say something wrong? I’m an ass to most people so I don’t really have a filter for my mouth, sorry.’
'No, you didn’t say anything. I just…I have to go back eventually and I don’t know if New York is where I want to stay anymore. I gave up on any hope of an exciting life, believing I was destined for that boring, 'wake up, go to work and go to sleep’ routine for the rest of my life. And then you literally grabbed hold of me, all covered in blood and glass, somehow spinning my world around completely. How the hell did you do that?’ He pondered my question, leaning on the barrier and looking down at the water. The sun was beginning to set on Brighton, the burnt orange light reflecting on the surface of the ocean, the sky a mix of reds and purples and oranges. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, just like Jimmy had said.
‘I’ve told you who I am. I’m a mental bastard with a love for danger, I love the risk of what I do. You let me crash at your house when things got too insane, washing my clothes and making me food like a fucking guardian angel. My life, my career, it lets me travel and see so much cool shit and I can’t imagine not being able to do that. So when you said you’d never left New York City, I felt this need to take you with me and show you how awesome it is to get out and go! The past few weeks…You’ve stolen me. Bewitched me, if you will. If you left, I don’t know if I would be able to function. Since I met you, I’ve been a better man than I was. And I don’t want to lose that, not again.’
‘Jimmy?’ He turned back to me and I dove forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, ‘If you want me to stay, just say it.’
Where dark woods hide secrets, And mountains are fierce and bold, Deep waters hold reflections, Of times lost long ago.
I will hear their every story, Take hold of my own dream, Be as strong as the seas are stormy, And proud as an eagle’s scream.
‘Did you know it’s been three years sine you moved in with me?’
‘The best decision I have ever made. Well, second best decision.’ I smiled, twisting the band that sat on my left hand, ‘Now, Mr Havoc, I do believe you have a tournament to win.’ Jimmy leaned down to kiss me. Moving to England with him gave me the chance to live my dream. I was married to the greatest guy with a little boy on the way, supporting Jimmy with his career all of the while. I wouldn’t change any of it.
‘I’ll try and come back in one piece for you.’
‘Even if you don’t, I’m still proud of you. Go and make him wish he’d never stepped into a ring with Jimmy Fucking Havoc. I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
And that is how I learned to look at life in a new perspective. I didn’t need to stay in a place that didn’t make me happy, I could go and travel with someone I loved. Home is where the heart is and my heart belongs to Jimmy, my home is wherever he is.
Alright, you can't just leave us hanging. Tell is the story of the marriage of Skadi and Mr Lady Legs.
How dare you insult Njord’s sexy gams like that, those are very manly and beautifully turned ankles.
Anyway. Skadi is initially disappointed because she was ready for Balder’s sexy face, but Njord’s not in the least ugly either, and the longer she looks at him the more into the whole ‘rugged sailor’ looks he’s got going on she is. Njord’s not too upset either, because Skadi is a stunner, if one who carries enough weaponry to arm half of Asgard. (Honestly that would just be another plus, in my book)
The wedding was lavish and magnificent. After the hangover cleared, the time came for the new couple to decide where to live. They agreed to spend nine days in each of their homes, and decide which they liked better.
Now. Skadi is the goddess of winter, of survival and the hunt. Her domain is the high mountains, as harsh and beautiful as sun on a frozen sword. Thrymheim is the name, and there the snow never melts and the winter storms howl like wolves in the night.
For nine nights the couple stayed in Thrymheim. Skadi was perfectly happy. Njord was miserable. As they made their way back down after the nine nights was up, Njord announced that while the sex had been pretty great, the locale had been awful, and he was excited to thaw out the icicles on his balls and show his new bride his beautiful home in Noatun, his warm and lovely home at the seashore.
For nine nights the couple stayed in Noatun, where Njord was thrilled to be back near the sea. Skadi, meanwhile, hated it. It was too hot, she couldn’t sleep, the seabirds wouldn’t shut the hell up, and how can you sleep here I’m sweating bullets.
After her nine nights in Noatun, the couple had a heart-to-heart and agreed while they liked each other okay, there were going to be never-ending battles over the air conditioning setting, and they were better off going their own ways. So Skadi returned to her high mountains, to her snow and ice and glaciers and howling wolves, while Njord remained by the seaside, and while both remained on friendly terms the marriage was over.
Summary: A 30 drabble prompt series made up of words from this post. These drabbles range from being imagines with various guys in no particular order. One will be posted each day in the month of September.
xi. lalochezia – the use
of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain
“It’s too dangerous for you to be here.”
She shrugs and doesn’t move from her spot under the tree. During bad times, the woods of the Beacon Hills Preserve was her safe spot. Perhaps it was her nature as a werewolf to find calm in a habitat that wolves were native to. She had come here wanting to be alone, to try to fix herself. After all, it had only been a few hours since Allison and Aiden had died.
And as she looks up at Scott standing above her, she can’t help but smile a little. He was the one hurting the most and yet he came looking for her. No one should ever be alone in their grief.
“I’ll head back soon.”
Scott reaches for her hand, helping her stand back up on her feet. “Let’s go then.”
He’s starting to turn away but she reaches forward, touching his shoulder. “Wait.” He turns back, bemused. “Don’t you wanna get it all out?”
“It’s what I do when I wanna feel a little better. No one’s here. No one will ever hear it.”
Scott is confused, she can tell. So she shows him by letting out a blood curling scream, and she keeps screaming until her lungs ache. The sorrow in her heart still pounds wildly so she lets out a stream of curses to the dark sky and the trees. He gets it, and he joins her.
They curse and scream like wolves howling to the moon, mourning the loss of a member of their pack. They scream until their voices are raw like their soul. She’s in tears at the end of it; the pain is still real but it seems to hurt just a little less.
A Conor imagine based on the song wild thoughts, please. Thank you❤️😘
I um, can I have a conor imagine where you’re like 7 months along with his child (a boy) and he stays in for a day working on whatever, you go with the buttercreams (whoever you want) they vlog and stuff. Conor gets jelly when you come home late and fight and ends with possible fluff or ya know whatever! Thanks, don’t wanna bother you.
A/N: So I decided to combine this two and it turned out well! Thank you to this lovely anons!
You had been Conor’s friend for about a year now but there was always this attraction between the two that neither could deny, but it was all mere glances and smiles across the room and sometimes a touch here and there.
Everyone that was near could tell this tension surrounding you, even fans could tell, but you continued reassuring nothing was happening between you two, not romantically at least.
You were having dinner with your friends and of course Conor was there sitting beside you, as he played lazily with your fingers as you waited for your meal to come, you turned to the blue eyed boy smiling and he smiled back, just then you felt something hit your face, you turned your head towards Jack who had his signature playful smirk plastered on his face.
“Do us a favor and go make out in a dark corner” he said playfully making you both chuckle, now Conor’s hand rested on the back of your chair, your friends always teased you but you brushed it off because it was something you were used to by now.
The night came to an end and you decided to stay with Conor at his flat a little longer, you took off your coat giving Conor a perfect view of the cleavage on your back, he gulped quietly as you sat down on the sofa, sighing tiredly but also relieved.
“Fancy a beer?” He asked as he walked over to the fridge and opened the door, you shrugged
“Sure” you said as you placed your legs on the side and looked over to Conor who was opening both beers, you turned away from him and took off your heels throwing them across the room. While that happened, Conor sat beside you and handed you the cold beer, you smiled before taking a sip.
He looked at you from the corner of the eye before taking a longer sip, you raised your brow teasingly at the boy beside you “Someone was thirsty” you laughed taking another sip of the beer as you shook your head.
He remained silent, if only you could read his thoughts, it would be so different. His mind wondered, wondered how would your lips would feel against his, how would your skin feel against his, what would you do if he touched you the way he had craved for so long.
“Conor?” You called out making him leave the infinite pool of thoughts that were running through his mind, he turned to you, a little confused “You okay?”
He stared at you, his gaze was intense and you almost felt embarrassed, the heat on your cheeks growing as you saw him lean in, you started to do the same and when his hot breath crashed on your lips he cupped your cheek and closed the space between you.
The kiss was passionate and steady instead of sloppy, your lips moved in sync with yours, his other hand traced the length of one of your legs making your stomach drop as you grabbed your hands around his neck pulling him down onto your lips again.
Conor firmly grabbed your leg and placed it on his side, so now you were straddling him, his movement made your mouth open granting his tongue the access he needed to explore. His hands sneaked all the way to the button on the back of your neck.
You slipped your hands off the dress and Conor laid you down so he could take off the rest, you tugged the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin touching yours, he pulled away and took off the fabric, you gasped softly at the contact of his skin with yours, your legs grabbed around his hips and pulled him closer to your body.
That’s how it started.
You remembered waking up with your nose buried in Conor’s neck, breathing the faint scent of his cologne smiling to yourself when you felt him hold you tighter against him, you looked up, his eyes finding yours before giving you a peck on the lips, you smiled as you playfully made the kiss a little longer, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped over hovering your body with his, as he rubbed hi nose in your neck, tickling the sensitive skin, making you giggle.
But the moment was interrupted by Conor’s ringing phone, he groaned as he rolled over and reached it from the night stand, his eyes opened wide as he turned to you “Shit is Mikey” you wasted no more time before walked over to the door in your underwear to letting him answer the incoming call.
“Hey!” Conor replied cheerfully
“Mate stop by Joe’s we’re gonna play some FIFA”
“Can I call Y/N to come too?” He asked trying to act as casual as he could
“WHIPPED” he heard his younger brother’s voice call out
“Am not!” He chuckled
“Sure, why not?” Mikey replied
“See you guys there” he waved goodbye
“See ya” and with that Mikey ended the call
Conor let out a frustrated sigh “That was so fucking close” you laughed
“C'mon we gotta stop by my place, can’t go in my undies” you teased and he smirked
“Good for me, not them” you rolled your eyes before leaving his bedroom
You entered the place as normal as you could, greeting everyone and sitting down on the large sofa with your legs crossed as the boys started the game, Conor looked over to you and smirked, you did the same.
Caspar noticed, he could tell that something was up, that weren’t the same shy glances and smiles from last night, this onces were more confident and mischievous as if you two knew something no one else in the room did.
It all went smoothly, exclamations, teasing the losers, but everyone could tell-as Caspar did before-that something was different between the two of you.
But it wasn’t until you stood up to lift your jeans at little higher that everything clicked, and Jack was the one to solve this puzzle once and for all.
When you stood, you gave Conor a perfect view of your butt and even though he tried to peek just a little bit he glanced at the view a little longer biting his lip slightly before turning away.
When you turned to the boy that now looked at the screen and smiled to yourself as you sat back down, he understood what was happening, he paused the game making all of you turned to Jack who was smiling widely.
“You two fucked!” He pointed out to Conor and you both shared a guilty glance before turning to Conor’s brother
“H-how?” You stammered astonished as your cheeks were tinted a crimson red, confirming his suspicions. You heard Conor leave his controller on the table before you heard him say
“Fucking finally” after that you felt his soft lips touch yours again and you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss and the boys began howling at you like wolves making you smile.
That was three months ago, and now you were at work as you ran to the bathroom to puke, you had felt awful the last few weeks, you had constant migraines and you’re back was killing you not to mention your period was a little bit late, you thought it could be the stress at work but there were other symptoms too.
So, that day, after your shift was done you hurried over to the nearest drugstore to buy a pregnancy test, to say it was awkward was an understatement, some people looked over and rolled their eyes, you felt pissed at that but ignored it because it wasn’t really worth it.
After that you drove all the way to Conor’s flat and grabbed the plastic bag as you pulled over, you needed him more than ever, a few knocks on the door later, the boy who you were eager to see appeared right in front of you.
“Hey babe” he said smiling widely at the sight of you “Is everything okay?” He asked looking over to the plastic bag you were holding
“I think I’m pregnant” you blurted out not really knowing how to say it, his eyes opened widely in surprise, a grin covered his face
“Are you serious?” He asked happily and you nodded, he opened the door a little bit further to let you in, you took the pregnancy test out and took care of everything, then you set the timer and sat next to Conor anxiously playing with your fingers, his fingers intertwined with yours, your eyes finding his
“Don’t worry, whatever happens I’m gonna be here” you smiled before pecking his lips, but that didn’t stop your heart from pounding restlessly inside your rib cage, as you drown in your thoughts, until your alarm finally went off.
Instinctively you and Conor looked at each, and it was then that you nervous he actually was, you took a deep breath breath before walking over to the sink and hold onto the test, your eyes glued to the answer.
“Well?” He wondered anxiously and you finally turned to him
“We’re having a baby” you said softly as tears blurred your vision and you gave him a warm smile, without being able to contain his happiness any longer he hugged you tightly and slightly lifted you up making you giggle.
You couldn’t think of someone better to be the father of your child than Conor.
“Stop Joe!” You chuckled as you put his hands away from your sides, but that didn’t stopped him from tickling you, you managed to squirm away from him and you found yourself running around the house with Joe behind you.
Conor watched the whole scene closely not really liking how playful and touchy the younger Sugg was with you, at some point you tripped over the cables of the Xbox that was connected to the TV put Joe was quickly enough to grab your hand and pull you towards his body, keeping you from the impact against the floor.
“You okay, love?” He whispered as he looked at you, you merely nodded
“Thanks bud” you teased
“Good” he muttered before holding you tightly with both hands as his fingers tickled your ribs, making you laugh loudly as you tried to squirm away once more, but he was holding onto you tighter.
You and Conor stayed at Caspar’s to watch a movie, Conor had his arm around your shoulders and your head was laid on his neck, you were looking at the movie when you felt a few popcorns hit your face, you looked over to the left side of the room where Caspar, Josh and Joe were, the last boy had a grin printed on his face before he threw a few more popcorns in your direction.
You rolled your eyes playfully before grabbing the popcorns his threw from your lap and shoving them into your mouth “Jokes on you” you muttered making him chuckle, Conor shifted in his seat tensely as he pulled you closer without his eyes leaving the screen.
You frowned a little bit at that, staring at him but he didn’t bother to look over to you, something felt off, but it wasn’t until you arrived home, that you could paid attention to his movements, he didn’t spoke at all and he showed no expression in his face.
You couldn’t help but laugh when you figured out the cause of his odd behavior, he turned to you frowning. “What?”
“You were jealous back there, weren’t you?” You asked teasingly and he blushed slightly before turning away
“No” he said quickly and you went over to him grabbing your arms around his neck
“I’m caring your baby and you get jealous of Joe?”
“Well when you put it like that I sound like an idiot” he laughed nervously as he put his arms around your hips, holding you closer
when harry was a boy his father spoke of his adventures at sea. a bottle pressed to his lips, he and harriet at his feet, he spoke of neverland: a place of mermaids and fairies and that bloody peter pan. harriet liked the fairies. they were alluring and cruel. they had magic at their fingertips. but harry liked hearing about the mermaids best. "dangerous temptresses, mermaids." captain hook admonishes. "they drag you under if you get too close." he swings the bottle in his hand wildly. 1/2
2/2 “thrash you against the rocks until their lagoon glows red. howling like wolves.” the stories left him anxious, alert, wide eyed in the dark of night. but now harry wonders if there’s any truth to those old bitter tales of his father’s when she yanks his hair, when her mouth bruises his neck, when hes left breathless on his knees. there’s merblood in her veins he knows. and hes never been more certain in his life. this is the only way i want to go.
YOU. MY FRIEND. MY ANONYMOUS COMPADRE, HAVE MADE MY DAY.