#ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[illestdarkdj]

(( i'm kinda angry w/ myself because i am settling for IVs on these pokemon hardcore

but at the same time i don't.......really give a fuck lmao ))

[onesockforchristmas-blog]

A R Y A S Q U A D

[gtfojaxon]

Sweater Weather → Jaxon & Ronan.

Jaxon was used to many things, whether they were good or bad. Rain, nicknames, people's need to pick on him 24/7, and the nasty looks people would give him whenever he accidentally bumped into them while walking down the streets of New York. Sometimes he just had to admit that, maybe, people in London weren't as bad as he'd thought they were in the first place. He'd never been a too coordinated person, and that wasn't something he was proud of because, well. Being clumsy in New York might as well be a sin, and Jaxon was probably the biggest sinner in the city. The worst part of it all was that even if he said sorry a million times, people didn't seem to care and, well. You couldn't blame Jaxon for feeling even bad than before for receiving those not-so-nice looks from the people literally trotting wherever he looked.

Now, he wasn't usually a too busy person in general, but he liked to get things done fast so he could have time to worry about other stuff he had to do, like study for his next exam, keep his bedroom nice and neat, and make sure everybody he talked to left with a smile on their faces... Though, the latter wasn't always that good because half of the time, the people that walked past him would laugh and mutter stuff like 'fag', 'idiot' and 'lame' after pushing him and making him drop his books. Yeah, that wasn't always all that good. Jaxon made his way down the street as carefully as he could manage, trying his best not to bump into people as he looked around to fiind the closest Starbucks, his notebook, math and physics books held tightly against his chest as he tried to keep his hands covered and warm by both his coat and sweater sleeves. It was so bloody cold, and he was in need of a big and warm cup of hot chocolate. 

He sighed in relief once he found a Starbucks on the far corner of the sidewalk he'd been trying not to trip and fall over face-first. He stepped in as quickly as he could, running his fingers through his messy hair with one of his hands as he approached the counter at the front of the coffee shop. He held his books against his chest with one hand, and in the other he held his medium sized cup of hot chocolate as he walked out of Starbucks, taking a sip and scrunching up his rosy nose. It wasn't as warm as he'd wanted it to be, but it would do anyway. He turned to the left once he was out of the shop, ready to head back to his flat and feeling absolutely content about having a cup of hot chocolate to warm himself up a little. But, as always, luck was never on his side. He was looking down at the floor distractedly, and it took him two and a half seconds to bump into someone and accidentally spill his drink all over them. Jaxon didn't think his face could get any more red, because the cold had made his cheeks redden considerably, but he was wrong. He gasped and looked up instantly, his eyes widening as he looked at the blond boy standing in front of him with his shirt and coat stained with the light brown liquid that had been on his cup (that was now on the floor).

Jaxon shook his head quickly and reached over for the lad standing in front of him, and by then he couldn't look him in the eye. "O-oh my god, I'm so sorry! Oh, no, I seriously - I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to - I wasn't looking where - where I was going and - and, oh god, I'm sorry," and another string of nonsense and apologies fell from his rosy lips as he reached into his pocket to take the few tissues he had to attempt and help the blond boy get his shirt at least the slightest bit cleaned up. He was so terribly embarrassed and his hands were shaking a lot, but this time it wasn't because of how cold it was, no, it was because he was fucking panicking. What if this boy got mad and instead of giving him a nasty look, decided to punch him in the face or something like that? Jaxon was not one to fight around, and he didn't fancy violence at all, but he figured he would deserve it this time. "I'm - I'm sorry, I swear - I swear I didn't mean to - to do this! Oh my g-god, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry," he wheezed, his bright green eyes shining with embarrassment and panic because he felt as if he was being choked, and the air couldn't make its way to his lungs. He looked around and then his legs were moving shakily to the wall to his left, wheezing and coughing as his eyes filled up with tears, his books now long forgotten next to his feet as he reached into the front pocket of his jeans to take his inhaler. Great. Count on Jaxon Hills to have an asthma attack in front of a stranger and in the middle of the street. Just great.

[hazziewbu]

#99 [hi cutie pie ;)]