#Jax & Blair

[userlaylivia]

ps this is meant as a first real kisses poll so I put delena 3x10 because it's the first mutual kiss and 2x22 was beautiful but he was dying and I think 3x10 is a better first kiss so that's why i put it and not 2x22 I know when their first kiss was their my number one otp so lol also 2x01 doesn't count as a first kiss for them so don't get on here saying that lol if only bellarke kissed they'd be here ugh and I know jara were a couple years before s1 but it's their first on screen kiss so lol and for jacey I don't count 1x10 because it was 3 seconds so I put 3x16/17 lol

also I just realized I put 1x06 for chair it's 1x07 idk why I put 1x06 maybe I was thinking of another kiss lmao also just realized the typo in kisses ugh this is why I should never type when tired lol

@maya-matlin, @nikkisgwens, @smudgedbypen, @nessa007, @terrilynn88

[dragonanon]

Pomni: I. FREAKING. HATE. THE. DIGITAL. CIRCUS! Jax and Blaire make me do the Fortnite dance while they T-pose around me and shout “Go white girl go!”

[r3dsaturntv]

Jade Cargill's Impressive Debut At The 2024 Women's Royal Rumble

[spearzreloaded]

@wwe Smackdown #CVReview

The going away show for Summerslam 2k24 was a disappointment. Only woman's match occured for the tag titles which featured Belair and Cargill in a losing effort against Fyre and Dawn.

Fyre and Dawn have notably been shells of themselves for the past few years since the folding of the NXT UK brand.

These two women had no memorable spots throughout their entire match. The only notorious feature of their reign right now being the post-match interview where Dawn was looking at her title as if she was Smeagul.

Everything else in the title match saw Cargill and Belair carrying as enhancement talent. Whether delivering tandem suplexes or preventing suplexes from the other side or holding the champs up just to drop 'em to the mat from the height of the top rope - Belair and Cargill executed their spots with such ease that they even had enough time to banter with each other in between spots.

This match was so visibly one-sided WWE Creative decided to call Blair Davenport to enter in the chat and cost Cargill and Belair the title match.

A terrible finish, not only because the match ended on a DQ, but also because when it was time for Cargill to go down, Cargill nearly had to do all the work herself to convince the crowd she was on the outs.

After delivering a jumping pump kick outside the ring, with Isla Dawn as her dance partner Cargill essentially had the throw herself into the post and then into the announce table, but since she basically jumped, Cargill hit the barricade instead and had to play dead.

Not a convincing finish. Dawn and Fyre still do not appear strong, plus this match should have been on the Summerslam card and not on a going away show.

With this slip-up and a short vignette of Stratton getting a new MITB briefcase as a bribe to keep her from cashing in on Bayley or Nia at "The Hottest Show Of The Summer", the women's division looked weak and goofy going into Cleveland.

[utahbastards]

❛ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞… 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. ❜

On day thirty-one, Blair found out Jax had survived the outbreak reaching campus. Someone had heard from someone else that a bunch of the "football guys" had ended up with Coach Durmić. Her brother included. On day one hundred and seventy-two, Blair heard from Killian that Jax was thankfully still alive. He'd also been quick to let slip that he'd gotten some girl pregnant. It had put her in a quietly sour mood for days. She told herself it was because he was supposed to be smarter than that and that she was worried about a little baby coming into a place like this.

To some extent, that was true. But mostly she hated that it was Maya. Blair had gotten used to seeking Jax out at parties, even though more often than not finding him consisted of standing around hoping he'd notice that she was here so she didn't have to work up the nerve to say hello. He was quicker to spot her each time. However, once her brother caught on, Beckett had stood literally a foot away from her the entire evening, steering Jax to the other side of the room. Straight into Maya. He'd glanced at her a few times, but by night's end, he had been railing back shots with the brunette, laughing together. Where Blair was shy, Maya certainly wasn't. Vivacious, playful and a little mean she watched them bounce off of one another all night. Two weeks later at the stupid Valentine's day party, she had expected everything to return to normal but there they were again. She watched with a knotted stomach and tried to tune out her brother's progressively slurring rambles.

Blair had stopped counting the days, but almost ten months ago the world had ended. Blair stared out the same window she'd been looking out of since the tensions with her brother had escalated with a gloomy pout. The view of the campus gardens was as pretty of a cell view as one could ask for and Shiloh was kinder to her than most would be with a potential traitor, but she wasn't a member of this faction anymore. She was a liability who knew every entrance and exit, who knew every trap and member, who had a brother who almost burned down their most valuable food source for a taste of revenge. For an awful week, she heard a constant rumor that a bunch of the Jocks had died as a result of poisoning, no names, just vague descriptions that could've been Jax or just about any of the others. She'd heard nothing about him in months with Killian firmly out of the loop. That could mean anything but most of the time around here, it meant you were dead.

Her name sounded through the door, it wasn't uncommon for Shiloh or Cain to check in on her in the afternoon, but it was a little early for that. The door creaked open, greeted by both instead of one or the other as Cain followed at her heel. Their little good cop, bad cop routine was sort of sweet. They said a lot of words, too many words honestly when it all boiled down to a simple statement: Jackson Lambert is down stairs willing take you off of our hands. Blair felt dizzy. None of it sounded correct, least of all the part where they asked her if she wanted to go. When did she start getting options? Shiloh said that the humanities would watch over her, Cain added that they would ensure that Blair kept things to herself.

She walked past watching eyes with an itchy feeling of dread. A punchline to a weird, offensive joke they'd somehow zeroed in on. Like someone had read her thoughts and found the perfect bizarre gotcha! Even worse was the dread that it wasn't Shiloh's trick, but Beckett's. What if he sent someone here for her finally, knowing she wouldn't have come down for someone she didn't trust? The butterflies in her stomach unsheathed their little daggers and began pricking away at her insides.

"Are you sure?" Shiloh asked a final time, tilting her head cautiously. Blair nodded a little too fast, her anxiety knocking the air from her hungs as she stared through the door breathless. Shiloh and Cain exchanged a final look before he sighed, shrugging lightly and ending whatever silent exchange that passed between them.

"Hands up and back away from the door," Cain ordered, gun raised around face height as Blair began to tremble. Half elated, half petrified. It swung back and there he was, hands raised in surrender. His eyes didn't linger on the muzzle pointed at his head, instead swinging down to her. There was scruff on his jaw that she'd only ever seen clean shaven and his hair was longer too but it was Jax. It was Jax and he was only a meter away, she could reach out and smack him on the arm if she tried and her fingers wouldn't ghost through.

The door shut behind her and five long heavy seconds passed as she processed being outside again for the first time in months; the smell of something other than stale, dirty carpet and a litany of sweaty young bodies. Every part of her shook, her teeth even clattering lightly as a million sensations hit her at once. "I don't... understand," She mumbled hazily, finally glancing up at his face. He looked back, half at odds with himself like he didn't quite know how to help. If he should touch her or if it wasn't welcome.

❛ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞… 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. ❜ His voice was so warm, trying to soothe what he thought was fear. She wasn't afraid. She didn't know quite know what she was, but it wasn't afraid. It sounded so woe is me in her head, but truthfully she couldn't believe that he'd actually even thought of her since this all began. Her own brother left her here, why the hell would Jax of all people give a remote fleeting fuck what happened to her? Let alone actually show up... A small laugh of disbelief burst through her lips, her expression softening all at once. Someone came for her. Not just someone, he came for her.

It was lucky he had fast hands, a Super Bowl touchdown would've flown at him slower. One second her feet were on the floor and the next Blair launched herself up into him, her arms thrown hazardously over his shoulders as he caught the hug securely, a soft noise from the impact in the back of his throat before his arms squeezed tightly around her waist in a crushing motion that knocked the air out of her all at once. "Are you insane? What the hell are you doing here?"

[tulirps]

"I'm personally offended that you didn't take me to be your fake date."

Jax had been in a rotten mood before they’d arrived at the party, and Lola’s incessant yapping on the drive there hadn’t helped. Normally, Jax loved a good party. As a little boy, he’d been shy, eager to avoid the spotlight. Once he started getting older, however, he started craving that attention; In fact, he thrived off of it. He liked being popular—liked that he was finally somebody. But being somebody meant following rules, acting a specific way, doing specific ways. Tonight was one of those nights where he couldn’t be himself. They had a big game coming up, and they needed the support of the campus. They needed to hype up the team, make them seem united— cheerleaders included. It was why he’d had to take Lola as his ‘date’. Most of the team had already had their way with her, and were hoping to try their luck with some of the other girls on the squad. When no one else had volunteered to take her, he’d reluctantly offered to bite the metaphorical bullet. It wasn’t that he disliked Lola, he just didn’t like talking with her. He’d drowned her out halfway through the drive, tired of listening to her ramble about squirrels and other such nonsense. She was still talking by the time he’d put the car in park and turned off the engine, something he would’ve found impressive if it weren’t so annoying. He held his arm out to her, and she took it eagerly, probably hoping for some balance on those obnoxiously tall heels of hers. From the cars on the road and the noise pumping out of the house, Jax was willing to bet the majority of the invitees were already here. He’d get an earful from Beckett later, he was sure. ‘I can’t believe you were late, Jax’, he’d say, followed by some unoriginal thinly veiled insult about his upbringing. He couldn’t care less. Jax was just hoping to show his face, inspire a couple people, and dip when he was no longer needed. As he walked through the front door, however, he knew his plans would be changing.

He spotted Blair almost instantly. She was standing in the corner by herself, something Beckett was probably more than happy to see. Her blonde locks tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. Small pieces framed her face, which wore a small pout. She looked lonely, eyes scanning the room as she occasionally took sips of her beer. “I’m gonna go grab something to drink,” he alerted Lola, not bothering to look at her as he pulled his arm from her grasp. If she’d said something to him in response, he’d missed it. He quickly located the nearest cooler, grabbing a bottle of Heineken for himself, and an extra to put in his back pocket. He wasted no time in walking over to her corner, and by the way her eyes lit up he figured she’d spotted him. She gave a little wave with her free hand, a small smile replacing her pout. When he made it to her corner, he leaned against the wall and turned to face her. “Blair,” he grinned, “Nobody told me you’d be here tonight.” She rolled her eyes in response, “Ugh, I wish I wasn’t. I’m starting to think Beckett doesn’t want me to have any fun at all. You should be careful, actually, if he sees you talking to me, he might try to scare you off like everyone else tonight.” It was a usual tactic of his, using his status to get people to leave her alone. Beckett had made it pretty obvious that he didn’t want anyone fucking around with his sister, and Jax had a feeling it wasn’t because he cared about her well being. “Nah,” he replied, rummaging around for his keys, “I’m not scared of him.” She laughed, her nose crinkling in a cute sort of way “Well, aren’t you brave?” Key ring in hand he fumbled around for the bottle opener he often kept attached to them. His beer cracked open with a hiss, and Jax took a swig before replying. “Not so much brave as your brother just isn’t intimidating” he shrugged. She followed his lead, pressing her bottle to her lips and taking a small sip. She pursed her lips when she was finished, as if she was sorting out what she wanted to say. “I wish more people thought so,” she’d settled on, “I couldn’t even find a date for tonight.”

Jax’s jaw tightened, angry that Beckett cared so much about what or who his sister was doing. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation. Blair was lonely, and it was entirely Beckett’s fault. Without Beckett, he knew men would’ve been lining up to take her to the party tonight. Hell, he’d probably have gotten in line himself. “Yeah, well they’re stupid,” He offered, giving her a nudge with his elbow. She smiled sheepishly, eyes avoiding him as they found a fixed point on the ground by her feet. “Maybe…You seemed to find a date okay though? You’re here with Lola, right?” She asked hesitantly, as if she didn’t really want to hear the answer. He shook his head, careful not to make a face in response. “God, No— Well, sort of. She’s more like my date” he replied, using his fingers to make quotes around the word date. She lifted a brow quizzically, “Why do you say date like that?” He took a sip of his beer, trying to figure out how to put it in a way that didn’t make him seem like an asshole. “I don’t like her like that. She’s nice and all, but not really my type. It’s more for show than anything,” he finally sighed. Blair nodded along, accepting his response with a long pause. “Well,” she said nervously, still not meeting his gaze, “I’m personally offended that you didn’t take me to be your fake date.” The statement caught him completely off guard, eyes wide and brows raised. In truth, he’d rather be here with Blair than he would Lola, but Beckett would’ve lost his shit at the mere suggestion. It’s why he tried to keep things between him and Blair casual. Despite the way she lingered in his thoughts, even when she wasn’t there, he knew it wasn’t worth a fight with the team quarterback. He couldn’t always stay away, though. Much like tonight, he craved her attention more than anyone else’s. His eyes roamed over her, noting a slight blush on her cheeks. She looked up at him softly, a sad smile accompanying her gaze. “Don’t’ sell yourself short, Blair. You’re worth more than a fake date.”

[nxnsense]

@richspirits sent 📱for four texts that jax didn’t send.

plus one he did.

[carriessotos]

tag dump! lune's version - 02.

[pupsmailbox]

SCENE︰EMO ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇　awesome/awesome. ay/aym. bark/bark. bi/bim. bite/bite. black/black. bling/blingee. blood/blood. bone/bone. bow/bow. brace/bracelet. bright/bright. bright/colour. byte/byte. cat/cat. cata/catatonic. ce/cer. check/checkered. chem/chem. cir/circut. color/color. computer/computer. cool/cool. cos/cos. creepy/pasta. cringe/cringe. cry/cry. cut/cut. dead/dead. death/death. die/die. dino/dino. emo/emo. emoticon/emoticon. epic/epic. ev/ev. exe/exe. ey/em. eye/strain. fang/fang. fringe/fringe. game/game. gamer/gamer. ghost/ghost. gir/gir. girr/girr. glit/glitter. glitter/glitter. gloom/gloom. glow/glow. glow/stick. gore/gore. grr/grr. gun/gun. gut/gut. hor/horror. hx/hxm. hyper/hyper. hyperpop/hyperpop. internet/internet. it/it. ix/ix. kan/kandi. kand/kandi. kandi/kandi. kill/kill. kit/kit. knife/knife. lix/lix. loud/loud. luv/luv. mask/mask. meme/meme. meow/meow. mew/mew. mlp/mlp. mon/monster. mspaint/mspaint. music/music. neo/neon. neon/neon. net/net. nostalgia/nostalgia. nya/nya. nya/nyan. nyan/cat. old/old. online/online. pika/pikachu. pix/pix. pixel/pixel. plur/plur. pony/pony. pop/pop. pop/tart. queen/queen. quiet/quiet. rain/rain. rainbow/rainbow. random/random. rave/rave. rawr/rawr. raz/razor. red/red. rei/reina. scene/scene. scene/scenester. scenecore/scenecore. scream/scream. shx/hxr. si/silent. silly/silly. skull/skull. slash/slash. slice/slice. sound/sound. spi/spider. spook/spook. stab/stab. stick/sticker. sticker/sticker. stud/stud. swag/swags/swagself. thxy/thxm. troll/troll. tutu/tutu. txt/txt. vamp/vamp. video/game. virtual/virtual. vocaloid/vocaloid. web/web. windows/window. x3/x3. x]/x]. xD/xD. xe/xem. xey/xem. xP/xP. xy/xyr. youtube/youtube. ze/zem. ze/zer. ze/zero. zi/zim. zim/zim. zom/zombie. zomb/zomb.

[your-space-brain]

Would You Say I’m Worthy?

Harry “Opie” Winston x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Hey guys! It’s Blaire from @spacedbrainnn . Just moving my writing onto a main blog!

You were head over heels for the man and there was no stopping it. He was all brooding, troubled and mysterious and you could do nothing to stop yourself from the head first dive that you’d taken since you met him.

He hardly spoke, but he left you notes here and there. You’d been assisting SAMCRO for the longest time since Chucky arrived, who was a good friend of yours, and you’d caught one another’s eye. After that, it was subtle glances and a smile here or there, or even a wink if you were lucky.

‘Have a good day.’

‘Here’s a shitty daisy like flower.’

‘I hate the color of this sticky note.’

‘How’s our two fingered friend doing?’

‘I’m keeping this pen.’

Those intimate sticky note letters were barely legible and hardly anything to scoff at. What he thought was just a running joke, you enjoyed, and kept each one in a little container beneath the bar top. He didn’t know the effect he had on you, or anyone for that matter, since he lost both Donna and his kids.

“What’s it say today?” Chucky was the first one to ask as he began to wipe down the top of the deep mahogany bartop.

“‘What’s the sky look like from your end?’” You read to Chucky with a little laugh. “He asks me these questions but doesn’t give me a place to reply to them at.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to.” Chucky offered as he shrugged, getting back to work on making the bartop shiny and clean.

“How would you put it? ‘I accept that’?” You teased, earning a smile out of the chipper, barely fingered man.

A roar of bikes signaled that some of SAMCRO’s finest had returned, making both Chucky and you raise your heads slightly to peer through the window.

Opie was trailing Jax and Bobby as they pulled up, his long hair flicking beneath his helmet as he pulled into the drive. He stopped a bit after his parking space and backed it in, before hitting the kill switch and discarding his helmet on the handle bars.

He didn’t speak when he came in, all leather and hair being smoothed out below silver ring clad fingers. “Hey darlin’.” Jax greeted as she threw him a wave, ignoring his charm, but Opie didn’t stay long and disappeared down the hallway.

“He doesn’t speak too much, does he?” You asked Jax, and he shook his head.

“Nah, not too much. It’s been a while since he spoke freely.”

—

Every Friday night was a Crow Eater party. It was a time when you would come for a while, before things got too terribly wound up, and then you would leave. You were sipping a beer, leaned on the bar, looking around but there was a pair of familiar eyes missing.

“Where’s Ope?” You asked Chucky, who shrugged.

When you didn’t get a reply, you handed the amber bottle over to Chucky for safe keeping before you wandered off down the hall to see if he was in his dorm.

Lo and behold, through a crack in his dorm door, he was kicked back in bed, still fully clothed minus his boots, an arm over his eyes with only the lamplight on. He looked peaceful, until you disrupted that by lightly knocking with one knuckle.

“Come in.” It was a slurred mumble as his eyes finally opened again. They were dark and swirling as you stepped into the meticulously neat room, the only thing out of place being a couple of motorcycle parts out on the desk.

“Hey, not joining the party?” You asked as you came to sit in his wooden desk chair.

“Nah. Not my scene.” He replied as he grunted, moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, his back popping while his muscles protested wickedly.

“Oh, that’s fair.” He nodded as you said it, having been half asleep, but he just yawned quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

He wasn’t prepared for what you were going to ask him next. “Why don’t you ever give me a chance to reply to your notes?” The man, for once, looked absolutely dumbfounded. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about a reply, before clearing his tatted throat.

“I guess… I didn’t think you’d want to.”

This shocked you. Your brows knit for a moment as he calculatedly watched him, a frown on your lips. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

Several reasons popped in the burdened man’s head. He was a killer, he lost everything he loved to this club and if he let you in, you were pretty much signing your own death warrant to Mr. Mayhem. You were putting a black listed card in your own hands.

Finally, he gave a heavy sigh and replied, his eyes dropping to his socked feet. “If I let you in, you very well could be ending your life by picking me.”

This caused you to recoil a bit. “So you’re not even giving me a choice?” You asked him.

“No. I’m not worth anyone getting themselves killed or hurt.”

He seemed so cut and dry with this response, as if this was already made up in his head, as if he didn’t want to risk being the sole reason another life dropped for loving him. He already beat himself down to know he wasn’t worthy.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You don’t… get to pick what’s best for me.” You told him with a shake of your head. “Why can’t you let me try?”

The words were stuck in Opie’s throat as you reached out and caressed his beard. He swallowed carefully, before he pressed his lips to your palm.

“I can’t make your decisions for you. I can only advise you that this might not be best.” He murmured, before you made him look you in the eyes.

“I’m picking you.”

— end —

[r3dsaturntv]

Jade Cargill Sends Warning to Entire Locker Room.

[2winke]

ʚɞ 𝓟hantom Thief Names , Pronouns , and Titles ♱

⟢ 𝓡eq by ⦂ @dollcemoe ! ᐢ..ᐢ

⟢ 𝓝ames ! ഒ

Blake , Blair / Blaire , Blaize , Berlin , Charlie , Jayden / Jaiden , Jax / Jaxx , Carrey , Phantom , Darcel , Damon , Dahlia , Darcy / Darcey , Kali , Kerri / Kerrie , Muriel , Robin , Rae / Ray , Vix / Vixen , Jay , Vesper / Vesperina , Mirage , Specter , Shadow , Noel , Nova , Sparrow , Crow .

⟢ 𝓟ronouns ! ഒ

Phan / Phantom , Thi / Thief , ill / illusion , Ban / Bandit , Sha / Shadow , P✸of / P✸ofs , Eido / Eidolon , J✶ke / J✶ker , Dark / Darks , Mir / Mirage , 🎩 / 🎩s , 🃏 / 🃏s , 🗝️ / 🗝️s , 👁️‍🗨️ / 👁️‍🗨️s .

⟢ 𝓣itles ! ഒ

The Phantom of The Night , The Phantom Thief , The Masked Mirage , The Thief of Darkness , The Bandit of Gloom , The Specter of Eventide , Prn Who Lurks , Prn Who Sneaks After Dark , The Unknown One .

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𝟔) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬,  𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝.

"Blair?" His voice made her jump, a startled hiccup in the back of her throat as she rubbed her sleeves across her eyes to splay the evidence of her breakdown. He waited for no response, the door creaking open as the corner of his head peaked through looking for her. Her hands began fanning her face frantically like she could dry the damage away before he caught her. Her traitorous eyes let another two tears plummet down her cheeks, running down her neck before she could snag them.

"Wait-Yeah- yeah, just one sec," She stumbled over her words as her pulse took off like a thoroughbred, pounding its hooves in her head. He was a literal man, that was certain because a second was about all she had until he rounded his way around the corner, brows pinched with concern. Blair was still huddled on the floor, sitting on an old jacket to ward off the chill of the linoleum beneath her.

"What's going... why are you crying?" It was like his mouth had spoken before his brain had even registered. His words tumbled out in a breath, his feet locking momentarily as he regarded her warily. She hated him to see her like this, all blotchy and disheveled. Blair had once spent four hours getting ready for a party she knew he'd be at; curling her hair, straightening it, just to go back to curls. Jeans- no a skirt, a dress would be better! It had seemed so important at the time as she had to lay on the floor of the bathroom after the longest, hottest shower this place had to have on record. What a joke and even still, she tried to smooth her hair away from her sticky face.

"I'm not crying," She sniffled. He had the good sense to look dumbfounded for the both of them in response. Jax cocked his head as he approached gingerly, coming to crouch down in front of her, snapping out of the haze the suddenness of the moment had thrust them in.

"I mean... you are though," He protested weakly. Blair let out a small choked laugh at the ridiculous polite strain in his voice before the laugh warbled away into a small sob. The pads of his fingers grasped her face softly, coming to rest on her jaw as his thumbs smeared the tears across her cheeks, too wet to wipe away at once. "Blair, you're freaking me out here. You gotta tell me what's going on." She took a rattled breath, feeling it catch on every crevice in her chest. "Blair did someone do something-"

"Cain came by today- started asking all these weird questions." He exhaled, for better or worse relieved to have an answer. Her sleeves hung over her fingertips as she lifted her hands to his, curling her fingers around the curve of his thumb and index, pulling them from her cheeks but keeping them captive under hers as she let them fall to her lap. Jax twisted himself from his squat, gracelessly dropping onto his haunches as he attempted to level the distance between them.

"What kind of questions?"

"If I ever talk to Beckett anymore, if there was anything that I might have said in the past that I should let them know, just stuff. But- Jax, I fucked up." Her eyes remained glued to their hands, feeling them burn and blur every time they welled just to fall again. A guilty knot twisted in her belly, slithering around making her feel nauseated. "When he was harassing culinary... I told him Shiloh was coming... not.. not like that. I wanted him to stop. To not burn it down, I didn't tell him anything. Not, like... on purpose or anything. I thought it would help." She paused momentarily, expecting his hand to pull away, but instead, his thumb traced her knuckle gently. He waited for her to catch her breath. She could feel his gaze, but didn't lift hers an inch. "If Shiloh sees that letter, she's going to think I'm the rat."

They both knew what that meant. It wasn't like it meant Blair couldn't sit with them anymore. If they were feeling charitable she'd be sent to campus, if she was lucky she might make it to her brother before she was torn apart. Then again, maybe it was luckier to not. Even if Beckett was sunshine and rainbows with her; he had found a way to stir up trouble with just about every group left.

"You're not though." It didn't sound like he was asking, but she shook her head insistently regardless. "She wouldn't have let me take you anywhere if she seriously thought it was you. What's changed?"

"Cain said someone had told him something "concerning". He didn't say who or what," Blair's last resolve buckled, pulling her hands from his, she buried her face into them letting out a panicked sob. Jax sat up at once, wrapping his frame over her with soft hey's bouncing from his lips.

"Blair nothing's going to happen to you I promise, okay?"

"Jax they think it's me," She bit back defiantly, she felt his hand tense against the back of her head, the fingers that had been absently drifting down her locks frozen in place. Jax couldn't do anything against an entire faction, let alone two. Whatever was in motion, wasn't going to be undone just because he stood between them. "Charlie was gone all morning," she managed between breaths. "You said he was always with Beckett. Do you think he saw the letter?"

But why would he wait? she argued. If Charlie had some problem with her, why wait until now to throw her under the wheel? When she got to humanities, he'd been nothing but kind. Not just to her either. She felt sick.

Jax pulled back slowly. "Charlie was gone all morning?" She nodded slowly. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes darkened. Concern left him all together and Blair could see the anger twitch under his skin, tendons leaping irritably. "I'm going to have a word with him."

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Mayday (No Straight Roads) Inspired ID Pack

[PT: Mayday (No Straight Roads) Inspired ID Pack].

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Names

[PT: Names].

Ace, Axel, Ava, Blair, Blaze, Braxton, Brock, Brooke, Cade, Caden, Callie, Cassidy, Cash, Chase, Colt, Dash, Delaney, Diesel, Easton, Ember, Fallon, Finn, Gage, Gemma, Griffin, Harper, Jace, Jade, Jax, Jaxon, Journey, Jett, Kade, Kai, Kayla, Kendall, Knox, Kylie, Landon, Legend, Lila, Lyric, Maddox, Marlowe, Maverick, Nash, Nico, Nova, Piper, Quinn, Remi, Riley, Rowan, Ryder, Ryker, Sage, Scarlett, Slade, Soren, Steele, Stella, Storm, Sydney, Talon, Tatum, Thane, Thor, Titus, Trinity, Vance, Veda, Willow, Wren, Zane, Zara, Zayden

Pronouns

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Ampli / Amplify / Amplifies; Band / Band / Bands; Bass / Bass / Basses; Bea / Beat / Beats; Blast / Blast / Blasts; Cho / Chord / Chords; Elec / Electric / Electrics; Ener / Energy / Energies; Flare / Flare / Flares; Groove / Groove / Grooves; Gui / Guitar / Guitars; Hit / Hit / Hits; Jam / Jams / Jams; Music / Music / Musics; Note / Note / Notes; Punk / Punk / Punks; Rhy / Rhythm / Rhythms; Riff / Riff / Riffs; Ro / Rock / Rocks; Sou / Sound / Sounds; Spark / Spark / Sparks; Stri / String / Strings; Tune / Tune / Tunes; Vers / Verse / Verses; Vibe / Vibe / Vibes; Vol / Volume / Volumes

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Punk Rocker with a Cause, An Energetic Performer, Rock 'n' Roll Revolutionary, The Dynamic Guitarist, The Fierce Musician, The Passionate Rocker, The Powerhouse Performer, The Rebellious Rocker, The Rock Star from Vinyl City, The Star Who Shreds, The Young Rock Prodigy, The Zealous Guitarist, [pronoun] Who Brings the Beat, [pronoun] Who Loves Music, [pronoun] Who Rocks the Stage, [pronoun] Who Strikes a Chord, [pronoun] With a Guitar, [pronoun] With a Passion for Rock, [pronoun] With an Electric Vibe

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Made for @rwuffles' 700 followers event!

Day 1: a niche / underrated game you enjoy (No Straight Roads)

Also tagging @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive