Beautifulburnout:

beautifulburnout:

Watching Jaxon and Tanis warmed Jonny’s heart. Sure, he expected to be alone when he came out here, but he wasn’t complaining. Jonny had a lot of mixed emotions and feelings about Jaxon right now but he still enjoyed talking to him and spending time with him. And let’s face it, even if he expected to be alone, Jonny much preferred having company. “We’ll just have to leave then. Since you had first dibs,” he teased back and nodded at Jaxon’s explanation. “Restless too. Both of us,” he gave a little shrug with a half smile. He knew Jaxon would understand. Jonny being stuck inside for days was usually not the best mix. “Are they okay with other dogs?” Jonny nodded towards Jaxon’s pups. “Tanis loves to play but he also thinks he’s as big as a Wolfhound,” he chuckled and crouched down to join in on the belly scratching.

" yeah, you better. 'fore I chase you off myself, " he joked, going only with jonny's teasing. but the gentle curve of his lips and the levity in his gaze rendered the words absolutely benign. there was something about it just being the two of them, so late at night, so off the beaten path... that felt too familiar to deny. he couldn't count how many times had they snuck off in the middle of the night, out to the lake, or the river, or the Yankees stadium parking lot, just to chill. and Jaxon's own internal environment disarmed him some. too tired from fighting his own shit so much, jaxon just didn't have the energy to fight against his emotions with jonny.  " yeah, they're good. Jamie gets pretty excited. but he's still kinda small. ginger is a lot more mellow. and she's a totally mama, " he replied. but as soon as jonny came close, jaxon tension crept back in. he hated that the instinct was the reach out and touch jonny's hand, and he hated even more that he so immediately recoiled from it. jaxon stood, pretending to stretch out his knee.

jaxon tucked his hands into his leather jacket, a Marlboro Red cigarette hanging from his lips, as he waited for tate outside McCormick’s. the text and the request came somewhat as a surprise to him, especially considering tate’s history. he’d always regarded the man as a serial monogamist. and he was pretty sure tate agreed. after the heartbreak of his high school sweetheart that dear john’d him, tate hadn’t ever been interested in going out to bars with jax. but now... he was. jax was trying to be optimistic about the night, rather than worried about what it really meant that tate was going out just to get laid. 

“ hey, man, ” jax smirked, taking the cigarette from his mouth and reaching out to grasp tate’s hand. “ want a cigarette? ” he offered, wanting to feel out tate’s vibe before they headed in. 

@tatemcallisterr

“ …. — if you wanna start a fight, ya better throw the first punch. 

                                                                                  — m a k e  i t  a  g o o d  o n e . ”

im dealing with my shit the way im dealing with it.  are my methods unhealthy? yes. are they effective? no. am i going to change what im doing? nope. 

tatemcallisterr:

Tate should not be out, let alone going to a bar but at this point he didn’t care. He’d run out of alcohol in his house and his favorite liquor store wasn’t open this late ironically. In hind’s sight, drinking the last of the whiskey in his house probably should have been a sign to just stop drinking. But two glasses wasn’t nearly enough to get him drunk enough to fall asleep. After getting a combined fifteen hours of sleep the last few days, he thought maybe the only way to fall asleep was to get drunk enough to just pass out. Which deep down he knew was a horrible idea and just an excuse to drink, but that wasn’t the point. As he approached the bar and recognized the figure sitting outside it seemed fate was not going to let him get drunk tonight. “Well, you look like shit.” He spoke up upon getting a closer look at his friend. Taking a seat next to Jaxon he let out a soft sigh. “Aren’t cops supposed to be the ones that break up fights?”

while there was a large part of him that still really enjoyed fighting... he didn’t enjoy getting “caught”. but he could breathe easy, and his thoughts didn’t feel unmanageable. with all of that, it was hard to regret the decisions he made and the actions he’d carried out. despite the bleeding. jaxon scoffed at tate’s comment, licking at his split lip and screwing the cap back onto his flask.  “ some think th’ blood makes me look tough, ” he shrugged. “ and girls jus’ wanna patch me up. so. ” he chuckled dryly, sitting up a little straighter despite the ache soreness in his shoulders. “ supposed to. and yer not supposed t’ be drinkin’. yet here we are, ” he pointed at, offering up his flask to tate.  “ will it help if i tell you th’ guy was a creep? ”

it wasn't an unusual night, not by far. as much as he tried to sleep normally on his days off, it just didn't work. and most times, he didn't want it to work. it was just... easier to sleep during the day. and the dogs hadn't been taken out in a while. sure, they had the backyard, but that wasn't the same as the park. and the world seemed scrubbed clean after the storm. other than feeling achingly alone, slightly broken, and on edge from a nightmare, it was kind of a nice night... 

he cocked his arm back and threw the ball across the wide, open lawn. his flashlight shined across the field, crossing briefly across a figure that surprised him. his heartrate leapt, and the appearance of another person only made him feel more on edge. some of that was eased as another dog ran after the ball and his own pups.  " hello? " he called out lamely, not wanting to ignore the other unknown person in the park at 2am.

@beautifulburnout

♥ ✎♤

♥ - Something they like about your muse.

jax likes that dannie is comfortable with themself, and their identity and sexuality. jax struggles with it to the extent that he doesn’t even deal with it. but despite dannie’s issues, at least they know what they’re about.

✎ - A reason they’re jealous of your muse.

jax is jealous of how unattached dannie is, and how they seem to have a little more freedom without those interpersonal responsibilities. while jaxon is very dedicated to the people in his life and the people he cares about, he sacrifices a lot for them. sometimes he wishes he could do more things just for himself, like dannie can. 

♤ - What they thought about your muse when first meeting.

“ this kid is going down a painful path. hopefully they realize that before it’s too late. ”

marclarkin:

“Damn, I ain’t had a good sleep like that since that bitch took my house,” Marc remarked as he came out of an extra room in Jax’s place. He’d been chasing a new bounty and had been in the neighborhood when the two of them had tried to out beat each other up. In the end, Marc had left him handcuffed to an iron fence outside and went into his cousin’s place to get cleaned up. Too tired to go home, he’d knocked out in his cousin’s place. Marc combed his hand through his hair and walked to the kitchen, opening the milk and taking a large chug from it.

@theprodigalsoldier​

marc showing up at all hours of the night, in various states of injury, duress, and pulverization, had stopped being surprising long ago. after all, jaxon did the same, after bar fights that got out of hand. marc had a little more of an excuse for his injuries, with the whole “doing good” and getting paid thing. jaxon didn’t complain (much). he’d rather marc come here, somewhere safe, then another place, where sharks could smell blood in the water. (not that jax worried about marc taking care of himself. it was more that general, perpetual state of worry that seemed the norm for the marine vet.)  sat at the kitchen table, jaxon leaned back and sipped at his coffee as marc emerged from the guest bedroom. “ yer lucky i’m not my mama. usin’ profanity and drinkin’ out of the carton. that’d get you slapped at the very least. if not fuckin’ kicked out, ” he chuckled, flicking a piece of toast crust at marc’s back. “ there’s coffee. though i really ought’a check you for a concussion first. ”

#dork