Jax ✉✉✉ Jonny

…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson. (via foism)

hinemoanax:

Kora blinks in the darkness as the man on their porch speaks - they recognize the voice, and as their eyes adjust, their brows lift. They hadn’t expected Jax to be the one to turn up on their doorstep - usually if anyone arrived at their house in the middle of the night it was a drunk college-friend who’d thought it’d be easier to uber to Kora’s and crash on their couch. 

“Oh. Sup, dude.” 

Kora blinks a few more times like a sleepy child trying to process something, kind of just letting his words rush over them. They don’t say anything for a second, snapping the door shut. It opens a moment later, as they’d had to slide the chain off before letting him in. 

“I can handle blood,” they say, pulling the door open to let him in. Normally they’d probably be a little freaked out in a situation like this, but they were at that stage of sleep-deprivation where everything felt just a little surreal, like they were watching themselves from afar. Like they were existing but slightly to the left, or like they were watching it on tv.

“Uh… What the fuck happened?” They ask as they usher him inside, shutting the door and locking it again out of habit. They scuttle across the room afterwards to flick on a main light, illuminating the room that’d previously only been lit by a side lamp and the blue glow of the television. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” They’re quiet a moment before flapping a hand at him, dragging a chair out from under the kitchen table and gesturing it as they try to think back to that first aid course they took in high school. 

“Uh. You should sit, or something.”

jaxon groaned as he shifted, the wound in lower back shooting sharply with pain. this had to take the cake for one of the fucking stupidest thing he’d gotten himself into. seeing kora’s hesitant reaction, he couldn’t help be feel guilty for imposing himself (and all his bullshit) on the younger one. but kora was someone he thought as solid, and he’d definitely be making it up to them in the future. hard. 

“ ‘course you can ask. i mean, i’m showin’ up here late as fuck, bleeding. kinda owe it to you, ” he huffed with a soft chuckle.  “ i, uh... got into a bar fight. which, is dumb enough. but people are stupid and crazy, and this guy’s buddy stabbed me with a god damn nail. and i.... i kinda need you t’ pull it out. i’ll talk you through it. ” he offered up, a small consolation to an admittedly crazy request. he’d do it himself, but with the nail shoved into the meat on the left side of his lower back, he couldn’t really reach it on his own. 

he sat with a groan, sitting sideways and pulling his shirt higher up off his back. the nail was protruding about an inch out of his back. driving here was a fucking bitch, but it was the reason he came here. it was the closest. he set a small first aid kit on the kitchen table (one of the ones he kept in his truck). “ if this is too much, tell me. i don’t wanna ask you t’ do something you’re not okay with. i know it’s a lot. ”

NEW PhotoShoot de Kellan Lutz by Alessandro Rabboni

beautifulburnout:

The tension between them was all but palatable. It was no wonder Ginger was so agitated. Jonny kept his distance to keep her as comfortable as possible, and maybe to keep them both a little more comfortable. He watched the two of them and when Jaxon explained part of the reason she was untrusting it made a lot of sense. “Well they couldn’t have ended up with anyone better.” Jaxon loved dogs more than he loved most people. He believed it when he said it. Those dogs were probably better taken care of than some people’s kids. “They’re adorable. Ginger and…Jamie?” He chuffed out a soft and knowing laugh. It was cute and kind of unexpected. He would have thought Jaxon would have gone for more ‘traditional’ dog names but he liked it a lot.

“Thanks…it’ll look better once it dries. I guess some kids came by and were messing with it. That’s why I came out here. To touch it up…” He cleared his throat and realized he was rambling a bit but he smiled anyway. At least Jaxon actually looked at him. But when Ginger growled and Jax explained, Jonny was a little surprised that he mentioned a hug. He didn’t seem at all comfortable but he wasn’t running off either. Did he want this? To sort of reconnect after all of this time? He did come to look at his artwork after all. There was clearly part of Jaxon that still cared for him and Jonny would be lying if he said he felt any different. So the artist opened his arms, wiggling his fingers in a 'come on’ type motion. “Well then, c'mere. Don’t use your dog as an excuse, Jax,” he teased with a touch of a smirk on his face. “I know you just want a hug.”

he was already on edge enough, but ginger's demeanor was just making him more anxious. but Jamie was just as carefree as ever, panting and looking up at them and chewing on a leaf on the ground. jaxon smiled a little then, despite himself and despite the situation. "thanks... I try my best. they've had a hard life, but they're real sweet," he nodded. it was more than that, honestly. they were saving him as much as he saved them. but that was too heavy to get into. jonny didn't need to know that Jamie laid on jax's chest when he woke up from a nightmare, and ginger pushed against his side and whined until jaxon stroked her ears and spoke to her. "yeah... ginger ale and jameson, officially," he huffed, with a small, slightly bashful smile.

jaxon really did like the mural. it was impressive, and beautiful, and grand and detailed. it was jonny. and jaxon had always loved jonny's art. another one of those things that hadn't changed, even after ten years. "fuckin' kids," he teased a little, slightly relaxing despite himself. but then, of course, jonny had to call him out, and jaxon's brow furrowed as he tensed a little again. he hadn't expected that. although... it was jonny. of course he'd do that. Jaxon's heart thudded hard and suddenly against the inside of his sternum. "yeah whatever," he muttered with a shy smile. but he moved closer anyways, refusing to think too hard about anything. he hugged jonny, warm and tight. but quick. it was all he could manage. "it's, uh... it's good t' see you, jonny," he said, taking a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i should let you get back to work..."

the lost boys // jaxathan

killcrquccn:

       “i’m gonna have to pass, sweetheart. i’m watching my figure.” eden declined with a soft smirk, nails tapping against the off-yellow envelope in her hand afterward. “i’m here to see your boss, sugar– know where he is?” she then questioned, arching a well-plucked brow in the process.

       eden didn’t make many deals with people, in fact, if you stood in her way, she was way more content with running through you rather than around you. however, there were benefits to having some cops in your pocket, but she knew which she could turn and which she shouldn’t bother with. the one that was before her now? she was unsure of, but she wasn’t going to take any chances.

he had some time to kill before his shift, and he was desperately trying to get rid of these cupcakes. no fucking way he was gonna eat them all himself, and throwing them away seemed disrespectful. even if mama was being cheeky by giving them to him in the first place. this attempt didn’t bring him much luck though. pretty girls and their aversion to treats. he smiled politely at her anyways, vaguely aware that he’d seen her somewhere before. 

“ umm... i’ve got about 8 bosses, ma’am. i’m just a beat cop. yer gonna hafta be a little more specific than that, ” jax shrugged, playing a little with the frosting atop a cupcake.  “ desk sergeant would probably know more about that than me though. ”

Kellan Lutz in The Legend of Hercules (2014)

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“ i served with this kid for years, and yer gonna make me pick just one? ummm… fuck your rules, you get two. 

so over there… its so much fucking desert, and sand, and that shit is fuckin’ awful. it gets in your guns, it gets in your gps, it gets in your fucking lungs. sometimes there are these sandstorms, right? it just blows and blows and blows. and you can’t see shit, you can barely breathe, you can’t hear. yer just stuck in this browned out haze. and then… then sometimes it starts fuckin’ raining on top of it. so its just a mud storm. and then yer on your belly, trying to get out of the wind, and you get even more muddy. anyways. its awful. one night, tate and i are walking the perimeter, and before he reaches the end of his sentence, the wind starts up, and while i’m finishing settin’ up the standard issue tent for this kind of shit, it starts raining. so we’re both fuckin’ covered in mud, gettin’ this shit set up, trying not to lose hold of the damn thing. and mind you… it’s a one person tent. so we’re both soaking wet, and caked in mud, huddled in this tiny ass tent, waiting out the storm. and i mean… you get bored, ya know? so mcallister pulls out his pack of cards, and we know its gonna get ruined because we dont have a clean fucking scrap of material between us. but what else do ya do? so we sit there pretty much all night, playin’ every card game we can think of, talkin’ about everything and anything we can think of. and honestly… despite the storm, it really wasn’t a bad night. i think he lost a patch of hair because we let the mud dry and tried to pick it off. anyways, after that, i kept the ruined deck, and got him a new deck of cards, and ghetto laminated them with packing tape. i thought i was funny. 

so that’s one. that’s when we were serving. my other favorite memory is one i can barely remember. we were headed home on leave, but our flights were delayed because of atlantic storm. so we spent a couple days in dublin. and i mean… we were young, dumb, antsy marines back then. and we were in fuckin’ dublin for gods sake. so of course… we go out and get absolutely smashed. you’d think it was fleet week the way we tore it up. we were bar hopping, and making friends all over the place, because the irish fuckin’ love americans. i think we did karaoke at one point. or maybe we just sang real loud in a pub. anyways… i wake up the next morning, in someone’s hotel. tate is passed out on the floor with a bruise on his fuckin’ neck. i’ve got a split lip and a scrape on my cheek and my shoulder. there’s marbles in my pockets, a jacks and ball set on the coffee table. and a fucking red balloon tattoo on my foot. how we got from one point to the next is a little hazy,  but i do remember we had a whole god damn bunch of fun. we were both hungover on th’ plane going back to the states, but it was fun drinking bloody marys and trying to piece together the night. 

there’s lots of nights like both of those. but those two stick out, and just remind me that tate is a real ride or die. even when he definitely doesn’t agree with the stupid shit i wanna do. he still goes along with me, and makes sure that i don’t die. ”

@tatemcallisterr

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beautifulburnout:

Jonny wondered if it was still on Jaxon’s mind. It was hard not to think about how things between them had ended. There had been more than one time Jonny thought about Jaxon. Hell, he even tried to reach out to him once. But Jaxon didn’t really seem like the social media type. He never got the chance. And now that he was face to face with him he couldn’t find the words. Ten years was a long time and a simple ‘i’m sorry’ didn’t seem like it would ever be enough. “They seem really sweet,” he agreed fondly while looking at the pits. He was glad that Jax had them. He could see how protective Ginger was and it honestly warmed his heart, even if she didn’t seem overly fond of him right now. He chuckled at their names and was unable to resist rubbing behind Jamie’s ears. “Ya would name your dogs after a whiskey drink. Weirdo,” he teased gently with a stupid, fond little smile.

The feeling of Jaxon’s arms around him, no matter how brief, felt warm and familiar. How many times had he run into those arms when things were hard? The hug was over too quickly and it left a twinge in his heart. He knew that no matter what had happened he’d still always care about Jaxon deeply, but he wasn’t sure if Jaxon felt the same. He wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t, but Jonny wasn’t the same person who made that mistake all those years ago and maybe this was the universe’s way of telling him he could get a second chance with the man he once considered his best friend. “It’s good to see ya too, Jax,” he replied softly. While he didn’t want Jaxon to go he knew it would be selfish of him to keep him any longer. “I’m done but…yeah I should head home. But um…wait a sec.” Jonny quickly dug into his bag and dug out one of his sketch pads so he could scribble down his number. He signed it 'Jay’ , a little throwback to their high school days. “Here. If ya ever want to talk…I’d love to hear from ya.”

jaxon shrugged and smiled a little back. it was hard not to. talking about the dogs always made him happy and jonny... had always made him happy. the pang of ache at the memory made him retreat again, as if emotionally flinching away from past pain. this was all too fucking much, and jaxon couldn’t sort through any of it in his head. it was all one big tangled ball of nostalgia, old, unhealed heartbreak, and dormant emotions he’d refused to deal with for so long. jonny was dredging all that up again, with a little smile and a tease, and jaxon hated that he felt angry. what had happened to him? what went wrong that emotions made terrified?  “ i needed a good pair of names. all the other ones were dumb, ” he replied, trying to keep the reservation from showing through in his voice. anxiety scuttled beneath his skin, stoking his frustration and his desire to run. 

“ oh... ” he replied lamely. “ well.. maybe i’ll, uh... come see it when its dried. ” it was an attempt. an olive branch, maybe? a ‘i know i’m running away now but i don’t want to disappear again’. would jonny understand? he forced himself to focus on the moment, knowing he’d wallow in all of this later on. “ y-yeah... ” he said, clearing his throat and taking the piece of paper. jonny’s handwriting was still the same, and he couldn’t help but remember all the notes they passed back and forth to each other in class. jaxon felt so fucking hung up on their memories and... them. did jonny? or was all of that just old high school memories to him? his heart twinged with pain at the possibility. and he felt immediately stupid. it was stupid. to care so god damn much. 30 years old, so many fucking years later, and jaxon still wasn’t over high school. how fucking stupid. “ i’ll see you around, jonny d, ” he replied, smiling politely at him and tucking the paper into his pocket. “ c’mon, babies. let’s go home. ”

the lost boys // jaxathan