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whomstress · 2 days ago

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Bunnydoll Boxer au chapter Final Chapter

Decided I'm just going to post the link and then my fic in the undercut from now on but anyway go read there or here! Au once again by @burrotello

“What the hell is wrong with you? Jax, put me down now!” Ragatha had been yelling at him non-stop since he took her over his shoulder from the gym going God knows where. "Jax, are you even listening to me? Let me go!”

She’s settled, just kicking her legs, as she is now less over his shoulder and more being swinged by her legs upside down, and the more she struggles, the more he lowers her. Ragatha, on her part, has yelled every threat over her shoulder, but with him practically running, she’s mostly just trying to keep from getting a concussion from being shaken and hit around like a sack of potatoes.

She notices a familiar hallway giving up halfway through and just trying to balance herself. Her hand slides through the thick hair on the back of his leg, and she hears him grunt. Her constant care for others overwhelms her by saying “sorry” and soothing the area lightly with her fingers, forgetting for a moment she was angry.

But she instantly regrets it because as soon as she pressed her fingers through the fur and pressed soothing circles where she scratched, he stopped still knocking the air out of her with the sudden movement and straightened his back. All the hair on his body pricked up like a porcupine, and he repositioned her so her waist was back over his shoulder and looked at her straight from that position, eyes dark and an unreadable face. “NEVER do that again, Ragatha.” This more shocks her than anything, so she nods out of politeness, unsure what to say with him looking this intense inches away.

He looks at her a little longer, and she could swear he almost moves closer, but then his eyes quickly dart around, and as if he finds what he’s suspected, his eyes go harsh. She follows them to one of the many cameras in the fight club. The only place that didn’t have them were the rooms.

Wait. She looked around and noticed they were on suite floors. The big purple jerk took the stairs, she thought, so he could purposely bump her head around. Which, to be fair, was probably a big reason as well, but the stairs were also one of the only areas not bypassed by a key. Some places you had to be a certain rank or start a minigame first to enter, but stairs could also be used for training, so they were free access for anyone. Which also meant bypassing certain locks.

He wasn’t taking her to the champions suite, was he? Only new and past Champions were allowed in there! This was against the rules! She looked at a door the size of the hall, covered in plush red and outlined with gold. "Hey, hey, hey! I can’t go in there, you know that!”

“So?” He says, waving his hand, and the door opens.

"Jax, let me go. I could lose my minigame privileges, and oooooh, you get a cheese fountain!?”

Ragatha temporarily stops trying to kick a dent into his chest and eyes the room five times the size of hers. Everything top-notch C&A brand. There’s a table just full of food, all diet-specific; he must be on a protein load right now from the look of it. It all looks and smells amazing. Every water is bubbling, and he has a huge sofa and TV for himself, and there is not a speck of dust anywhere. "Woah,” Ragatha says in pure wonder.

“Sweet, right?” He says all the pride puffing straight from his chest, but he is still moving forward, keeping Ragatha in the corner of his eye. It’s been a while since he’s seen her genuinely this excited. He forgot how she practically glows when she’s happy like this. Maybe he’ll let her stay after his business is done. If she begs, “Oh right, begging!”

“Huh?” Ragatha snaps out of it, and she’s brought what’s clearly the bedroom of the suit; his clothes are all around, and there’s trash on the floor. She sees a huge circular satin sheet-covered bed, and he’s getting closer to it, and danger sirens start going off in her head. Her mind starts to race. Beg? What does that mean? And what does that have to do with his room? With his bed!?

Her face explodes into red as he tosses her on the bed and moves to tower over her. He wouldn’t…? No, this is Jax. Her mind is going a mile a minute, and she doesn't know how to process anything, as this seems like the exact scene from one of her ahem, spicer books. Where the protagonist is cornered by the monster and taken into the night.

His eyebrow hitches, and he laughs, "Wow, you look like the little white lamb caught by the big bad wolf. Well, too bad after that little stunt today you’re going to regret what I have in store for you. I’m going to make you scream.”

He leans closer to her, and her body reacts before she can think logically about it; she screams like a girl in a horror movie and kicks Jax straight in the face, sending him flying back into his dresser. “F#CK!”

Jax was holding his face in his hands and groaning while Ragatha huddled to the back of the bed, holding up a pillow as if it were a weapon. “Stay back, you pervert! I’ll kill you with this! And make it look like an accident!”

Jax spits out blood, and Ragatha would normally be concerned if he hadn’t driven her partly insane already by all today’s antics. “Whose exactly a pervert here? The girl is screaming like a princess while kicking me harder than I’ve ever been in the face over with whatever is in your sick little head. Or the person that didn’t actually do anything.” He rubbed his face and gave her a hard glare. “News flash, sweetheart, can’t be a damsel in distress while also sending me flying like an actual monster.”

Ragatha huffed and crawled toward the edge of the bed and pointed at him with the pillow, “Me? The monster? You’re the one who threw me over your shoulder and carried me to your BED and said you were going to make me scream like, like, like some animal!”

Jax lets out a groan louder than her yell with what she’d say was the eye roll of the century. Really, she thinks his eyes actually went to the back of his head for a second. “I was talking about the bet you stupid boar!”

"Boar!?"

"Yeah, boar hits like a train, stubborn as a bull, dirty-minded little pig?”

“SHUT UP JAX!” Ragatha was angrily blushing, now sensing her mistake but not in the mood to be the bigger person. Maybe she needed to stop reading vampire novels, but it’s not like she was going to tell him that.

“But you know, Ragatha, it’s interesting that such a strong girl like you wants to be taken over by a big bad man.” Ragatha scoffed hard in disgust, and he moved forward again, brushing a loose lock behind her ear and pushing her buttons further as he teases her, “If you wanted someone to ravage you in the night, you only should’ve asked.”

In Ragatha’s seething anger, she doesn’t even try to hide the hate in her voice as she leans closer to him. "Sure, Jax. Give me his number if you find him. It might even make you less of a whining little baby seeing what a real man looks like.”

Even Ragatha is shocked by what just came out, but she keeps a hard glare at him, and he keeps his until a dark chuckle escapes him and he smiles at her like a manic. She crosses her arms to show she’s not impressed. He turns around, and she wonders what he’s up to before a kick lands straight to her face, knocking her back.

Her teeth clatter when she hits the floor and she gets up. “Are you insane!?”

"Oh, I’m sorry, Dolly! Is it suddenly not okay to kick people in the face out of nowhere because it’s you?” He does a couple stretches as he moves closer to her, and Ragatha kicks aside some of the clothes on the ground for room, getting ready in perfect fighting stance. It’s not the ideal place for a fight, but she was just as much of the fight club as anyone else, and the best way to let off some steam was a flurry of fists and kicks, and the way they were both past the boiling point, it’s a wonder the sprinklers hadn’t gone off.

There’s not a second after he reaches her; he throws a jab, and she avoids it, and he quickly pivots and goes for a hook to the head. She blocks it with a smirk and a huff of a laugh. He frowns, and where his fist is still hard against his block, he opens his hand and yanks at a handful of her hair. “HEY!” Ragatha calls out, but he won’t let up laughing his ass off at her squirming to get out of his freakishly long fingered grasp. Seriously, he’s got to have half of her scalp.

But his height advantage and grip on her head gave him leverage to shake her around like a child trying to get the last quarter from his piggy bank. ”Not so tough now, are you little lady?”

He was obviously having fun shaking her around, and in her annoyance, she spots his arm moved directly in front of her face, and she does something so childish and low that only Jax could ever make her do so. She jumps forward and takes a large lick out of his furry, sweaty arm, and he snaps back, tossing her like she just stabbed him. His face is completely flabergasted looking at her like she lost her mind. “Did you LICK me? What are you, 5!?”

"Worked, didn’t it?” She said laughing, and he just stood staring at her in awe, but before he could make further sense of anything, she kicked him hard enough in the shin that he went down to grab it in pain.

She took the opportunity to jump over him, showing off her parkour minigame skills, and book it for the door. She turns back to stick her tongue out at him, and he physically growls; that’s a new one she quickly notes as he chases her. Ragatha’s almost at the door, jumping over the couch, but her giddiness comes too early as something hits her on the back, knocking her down granting her a face full of high end carpet.

“What the?” Ragatha sits up from landing on her face to see what hit her; it was a folded piece of cloth, and when she opened it up, it had a picture of him winking and shirtless with his stage name on the bottom. Her face turns to disgust and she looks at him smugly holding a t-shirt gun, humming happily to himself.

“Is this supposed to be merchandise? Who in there right mind would want this?” Ragatha asks incredulously.

Jax smirks, “I’ll have you know all my fans love this shirt. Tell you what you can keep it; it’d look good on you! Nice sleek black, so it goes well with anything. Or nothing at all.” He winks at her before firing another shirt directly at her face.

"Ugh, will you stop that?" She throws one of his 5 million fancy bubbly waters at him, which he easily dodges. She completely forgets leaving as she starts circling the room with him throwing all of his stupid champion perks at him and him dodging and taunting her the whole time.

“Will you-” She throws a bubbling water, “stay,” then a candle piece too nice for him to appreciate, "still,” and finally part of the couch cushion. He’s laughing at her the whole time, only making her more angry. When she grabs something and watches him freeze, like she just reached in and grabbed his heart straight from his chest or something. She looks down at her hand and feels the hard metal in her hand. It’s a champion belt, but an old one. They redesigned the code for it years ago, so it doesn’t even look like this on any posters anymore.

It looks like the ones Kinger used to own. She rubs a thumb over the old logo. It was calmer then. Less fighters. Less code. Things weren’t all money hungry and all for one. Jax still got this by cheating for sure, but it’s probably the one the least. He only started getting so obsessed with staying on top once he won his first championship.

When he got this belt, he was different. This whole place was different. But he always said he hated that, so why have this here? Why not get rid of it like he did his old costumes and anything that reminded of him back when he wasn’t the raining champ? What made this so important?

Ragatha noticed him approaching her from the corner of her eye as she continued looking over the date belt. They were fighting a moment ago but almost like it’s natural thing with him things changed in an instant. Childish anger snuffed out in a moment of somberness she and him were clearly not prepared for. She feels hollow looking at it in a way she can’t explain. “I remember when you got this. First one right?”

Jax nods slowly as if he says something stupid; now she’ll rip it to shreds. Ragatha thinks she should know better of her, but does he really? Yes, they’ve known each other for yeats, but how close are they actually? He watches her as she stares hard at the belt, running her fingers over where the peels are curved like someone had run soothing circles into the old leather until it couldn’t hold up anymore. “It really has been years hasn’t it?”

Everything in the fight club is constantly updated, but a few things. And they were hard to find. Her favorite gym being one of them. Run down and beat down from years of use. If things weren’t specifically asked to be kept the same, they’d change whether they liked it or not.

Old and torn never fit into the aesthetic of the fight club. She looks out the window, and like always, the sky was always dark with a glitter of stars mathematically spaced apart to create the most perfectly even night sky. Things that aged in general didn’t fit in a digital world. So having something old was a luxury I couldn’t understand.

“What did you forget?” He asks what should be sarcastic, but when she looks at him, he has a serious face.

“Yeah, a little bit.” She chuckles sadly but hands it to him, and she sees him physically calm a bit.

“We’ll fuck.” He says securely, putting on the belt, flopping on the huge chair next to her, and picking up the remote angrily. “Then we’ll never figure a way out if here. Kinger and Gangle’s lost it in seven different ways to heaven, and Zooble doesn’t even know what they're fighting for anymore. You’re supposed to be the one holding on to hope or whatever. You gonna let me down too?” Her eyes shoot up to him, but he doesn’t have a readable expression. He’s looking at the TV but also a million miles away. If she hadn’t just seen his mouth move, she would’ve thought she heard something. She knows that look, and for a second time today, in what seemed like forever with him, he looks so human.

And then it clicks why he has this and why she has her nasty gym. They’re the only proof in this entire place that time has passed by. That things are changing; they are moving forward. Moving towards what? Who the hell knows? But even if it’s stupid, worn out, and gross, it’s something to hold on to that’s real. That reminds them they're humans, and there’s a world out there waiting for them to get out. One she promised him and everyone else she’d stay by their side until they figured out how to get there. And right now she’s letting him down.

She straightens her back and stands right in front of him, and he raises his brow but says nothing. “Hey, you know what I learned today?”

"No, but I figure from the girl's power stance you're going to tell me.” Jax said, sighing.

“You’re a real piece of work.”

"Wooow, figure that one out all by yourself, huh? Took you long enough. Now move my show’s on.” He said shooing her to the side.

“Cocky, conceded, disrespectful, a notorious cheater, pigheaded, sloppy, lazy." She starts pacing back and forth. “Annoying, ungrateful-”

“Devilishly handsome,” He pipes into her ranting, but this only causes her to focus straight on him.

“DELIOUSINAL, stubborn as a mule and twice as dumb! Like seriously, were you dropped on your head as a baby or born stupid?” His eye twitches at that one, and she smirks, only causing him to get more annoyed.

“You done, yet?”

“No.” She smiles sweetly. “I also realized I’m better than you! No one even likes you! Hell, I don’t even like you!”

“That’s it!” He’s foot slams on the floor, and he moves to get up, but she kicks him back in his seat, leaning her whole body pressure where her foot meets his chest, and he growls at her again.

She throws a punch so hard next to head her brace knuckles sink into the high-quality martial arts and wood and leans forward until she’s inches above his face, completely locking him in place with her body, so the best he can do is struggle and snarl at her, which she gives 100% back.

“But as much as you infuriate me!” She says, grabbing his face with her other hand and shoveling it back, and for a moment he thinks he’s actually driven her insane enough to murder. Which is pretty impressive considering it’s Ragatha and hey not the worst way to go. But then her face then softens, and she lightly brushes an old scar on his chin, once again making his hair stand up. “If there’s anything you can count on in this circus, it’s that we humans stick together. And I will always have your back. Got it?"

She’s looking at him with her stupid button eye and her warm brown one that always piss him off, and they still should. But the firm promise of her words is in them as she waits for him to respond, creating a flood of relief in his chest; he didn't realize needed to be released until that moment. Suddenly his mouth feels full of cotton, and he doesn’t like the space he’s in, but he nods a “got it,” none the less.

“Good!” Ragatha smiles her stupid brighter than the sun and yanks her fist out of the furniture using her leg that was trapping his chest to knock him and the entire couch over and walk backwards back into a fighting stance. “Now get off your ass. Fighting never stops here, you know that! C’mon Jack Rabbit, I’m not done with you yet.”

She motions for him to come over with a fire in her eyes that gets him out of his stupor and sends his blood straight to boil. That fire that kept them all going. This is what it’s all about; this he liked! Jax wipes off the dust of his ruined chair, and his smile splits devilishly. “That’s my girl!”

#previous chapters are on a03 and if you look through my blog under #mia writes #tadc #the amazing digital circus #ragatha #jax #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #bunnydoll #Ragatha x jax #jax x ragatha #burrotello #Boxer au

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anonymousj3ster · 10 months ago

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Chapter 6- Liars

Running. Running through the maze, puddles splashing under my scuffed-up sneakers as I sprint through the cornmaze, a rough voice screaming after me-

"JAX!" A voice snaps, startling me out of my sleep. I jerk up, sweat soaking me as I shake off the final wisps of my nightmare.

"WHAT?" I yell through the door at whoever was bothering me, laying back down on my bed.

"POMNI'S BEING A FREAK!" The voice screams back. Now that sleep had stopped muddling my thoughts, I recognized it as Zooble.

"WHO CARES?" I snap back, burying my face in my pillow.

"JUST TRY TO SNAP SOME SENSE INTO HER!" The jumble of pieces retorts. I hear the soft thudclick of them walking away. I lay still for a moment, before curiosity wins out and I slowly drag the blanket off myself, rubbing my eyes and trudging out of my room. As I walk to the stage area, I cast a look at Dollface's room. The silence coming from it was a bit unnerving, since I knew the ragdoll was lying in there, glitching. I stare at the door, considering checking on her-

No. No. That was the jester's job, not mine. I force my feet to step forward, away from the door, toward where I guessed the jester would be. The first thing I noticed was Zooble and Gangle, staring at the jester with mixed emotions. Zooble with disgust, concern and fear, Gangle with just concern.

The next thing I notice is the jester. My smirk slips off my face as I stare at her. Her hat had slipped off at some point, revealing soft brown, fluffy-looking hair, with some strands sticking up like porcupine quills. The second thing I noticed was the murderboard. It was a huge board that I couldn't even fathom where the hell she had gotten it from, with scraps of paper pinned onto it and red string zigzagging across the brown corkboard, linking random scraps together. The jester giggled like a maniac as she scrambled from one side of the board to another, adjusting papers and tapping the board at a rapid pace.

"The fuck-" I start to swear under my breath, fully baffled. The fool's head snaps around to face me, and I feel myself flinch as her spinning pinwheel eyes zero in on me. Her eyes still for a moment as she lunges toward me.

"JAX!" She blurts, grabbing my arm with her normal hand, and attempting to do the same with her glitched one. I just barely manage to bat her arm away at the last second.

"The hell is wrong with you?" I snap, only to have her talk over me.

"I'm so glad your here!" She says, dragging me over to the board.

"You are?" Me, Gangle, and Zooble both blurt incredulously.

"Wow...I guess she really has gone crazy." I hear Crybaby whisper softly to the triangle head.

Pomni stand in front of the board, still clinging to my arm. "Look! Look at this!" She blabs excitedly, waving an arm at the board. "What does it show you?"

I eye the board nervously. It was just surprisingly well-drawn pictures of the exit door, along with a few drawing of other parts of the circus scattered here and there.

"All I've learned from this is that you are freakishly strong when you're insane." I mutter, trying and failing to pry my arm from her grip. The unhinged jester glares at me.

"No! Just-just look." she pleads, pointing to a picture. "I first saw the exit here-" She points at a picture of the stage "-here-" Her finger swivels to a drawing of the exit door on the lawn outside the circus "-and here." Her finger lands on a final drawing of some random place in the circus. "What do these all have in common?!" She asks, staring at me with her spinning pinwheel eyes.

"Absolutely nothing." I deadpan.

"EXACTLY!!!!" The jester shouted in my face. "It's like lightning, it only appears in a place once!" Her left eye twitches. "And just like lighting, it causes me pain whenever I get near it!" She starts giggling maniacally, before breaking out into a full-fledged cackle, shaking violently. I eye her nervously, before breaking out laughing.

"Wait, give me a second." I wheeze, doubling over. "So let me get this straight- the mini jester thinks there's a solution to our fate?"

"Jax, don't be an ass." Zooble mutters from behind me, where they and Gangle had be watching us. They turn to the cackling fool, with something that almost seemed like pity on their face. "Pomni, we told you, there is no-" I cut the triangle head off.

"Wait wait, lets hear her out. Got nothin here but time." I lean down and turn my attention back to Pomni, putting my hands on my knees and softening my voice as though I were speaking to a child. "So clue us in on what with save us here, we miss a sign?" I simper condescendingly. The jester's eyes stop spinning and shrink a little, glaring at me.

"I know what I sa-"

"Shut up."

My voice comes out colder than I meant it to, making even Zooble freeze. To my shock, I see those red and blue eyes start to fill with tears.

"What, are you crying 'cause your stuck here? Need to go confide in Ragatha?" I bark a bitter laugh, sauntering away, grabbing Gangle's happy mask and dropping it on the floor on my way. I snicker a little at the sound of the girl's squeal and porcelain breaking. "Good luck with that to ya!"

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I stare at the ceiling, at the soft lulling blue. I was starting to hate it. Hate this room, hate the glitching, hate the pain, hate having to lie in bed all day, hate being useless-

No. No. I couldn't think like that. I had to be positive. Stay positive. Look happy. Smile even though nobody was around to see me. I snap out of my thoughts, hearing muffled voices on the other side of the door to my room.

"...Help her..."

"...Sure? Maybe....hard on her..."

Despite hearing them, I still jump a little when they knock on my door.

"W-w-who is i-t-t?" I call, hating the way my voice cracked and glitched. The door opens, Zooble sticking their head in my room.

"Um. Pomni's...being Pomni. You deal with her." They say curtly, shoving the jester into my room. She immediately whirls around, trying to grab the door just as Zooble slams it shut.

"Hey! I was busy!" She snaps. There's a scraping sound outside the door, followed by a soft thud. Pomni tries to open the door, but it only opens a few inches. Had they put a chair or something under the knob? The jester sighs and turns to me. "Hi Ragatha." She mumbles, crossing her arms.

I don't answer, too busy staring at her. I feel a soft blush creep over my face. Her hair...it just looked so soft and cute, sticking up in places, all messy from being under her hat all the time. I kind of wanted to run my hands through it...

I manage to snap out of my spiraling thoughts as Pomni starts to pace back and forth across the room, getting more and more anxious and distressed with each step.

"I know you guys don't believe me when I talk about the exit, that you think i'm insane or-or that it was all just a digital hallucination or something, but I know what I saw. I know what I experienced. I know it's out there somewhere, and I-I-" She stops abruptly, a hand reaching up and tearing through her soft hair anxiously.

I watch her, feeling guilty about not being able to help the girl. I mean, that was my job: To help people. What good was I if I stayed glitched, stayed broken-

The jester's eyes widen slightly in apparent bafflement, patting the top of her head. "Wheres my hat?" She says, confused. "I....thought we couldn't take our clothes off." She automatically reaches for the glove on her glitched hand to see if it would come off, flinching when the two hands make contact. She scowls at the glitched mess, before leaning down and experimentally tugging on one of her shoes, which comes off easily.

"Huh." She muttered, putting it back on, her hand returning to her head. "It feels like...is it all sticking up?" She asked, sounding slightly exasperated. I managed a jerky nod, before trying to raise a hand to point. "T-the-re's a m-mirror o-ove-e-er there-e-e." I stammer. The jester gives me a sympathetic look, before going over to the mirror. She runs her hand through it, trying to flatten out the parts that were sticking up with no success. She lets out a low groan of frustration. "I look like an idiot...I don't even know where my hat is..."

I feel my face heat up, and for once I'm glad my whole body is all glitchy. "I think y-you lo-o-ok c-" I catch myself at the last moment. "-Nice."

Pomni looks at me, pinwheel eyes widening slightly. "Uh, thanks." I smile as the jester slowly walks over and sits on the bed.

"Um. Thanks. For...letting me stay in your room." She mumbles. I refrain from pointing out she had been forced into my room, instead going with "Anytime Pomni."

We sit in comfortable silence for long minutes, the jester glancing around the room, occasionally running her fingers through her soft brown hair.

"Your room...doesn't look how I expected it to. I never really noticed what it looked like until right now, really." The fool breaks the silence after a while. I nod understandingly. Everyone who came into my room was a bit surprised. Instead of the bright pinks and flowery decor they expected, there was simply dull shades of blue and simple decor, a vase here, abstract painting there. Honestly, I normally loved the colors and scarce decoration. It was soothing, in a way. But after being stuck here staring at it for so long...I was starting to despise it.

"It's nice though." The jester adds after a beat. "It smells nice in here too. Like flowers, and fresh baked cookies." She glances at me, making my face heat up even more. God, what was wrong with me?

"Uh, I nor-m-mally bak-k-ke in here a lo-ot." I mumble, nodding at an oven stuffed in a corner of the room. Pomni nods absently, eyes boring into me with concern.

"Ragatha...are you...ok?" She tries softly, before rephrasing her words. "I mean, as ok as...As much as you seem?" I tense, caught off guard.

Could she see through me that easily? Could she tell how not ok I was, how-

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"Yeah Pom-n-n-ni, I'm fine! Or at least, as I fi-i-i-ine as I can be, being all g-g-glitchy." I reassure quickly with a smile. Pomni returns it, not looking convinced. "A-are y-you? Did you c-calm down eno-ough?" I ask. Are you done looking for the exit?

The smile widens. "...Yeah, I think so." She hesitates, pupils shrinking a little. "But...can I stay in here a while anyways?"

"O-of c-c-course."

The two liars sit together in silence and guilt, lost in their own little worlds sitting 12 inches apart.

#tadc #pomni #the amazing digital circus #fanfic #ragatha #ragapom #jesterdoll #pomni x ragatha #buttonblossom

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you-know-what-youve-done · 2 years ago

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All my Webkinz in no particular order!!!

Hannah the Blue Googles

Waverly the Elephant

Justice the Googles (plush only)

Kisses the Pink Googles

Summer the FrooFroo Fox

Taneesha the Alpaca

Biscuit the Lil'Kinz Golden Retriever

Mystery the Hippo

Snow Princess the Persian Cat (plush only)

Rocko the Himalayan

Fluffy the Rabbit (plush only)

Dottie the Pinktastic Peacock (plush only)

Sundae the Cheer Pup

Boulder the Arctic Fox (plush only)

Beta the Portugese Water Dog

Mojo the Mini Pinscher Dog

Domino the Domino Cat (plush only)

Cream the American Albino

Legend the Lil'Kinz Chihuahua (plush only)

Smokey the Charcoal Cat

Showoff the Pinktastic Peacock

Kiya the Porcupine (plush only)

Princess Lucy the Signature Small Black Lab (plush only)

Nibbles the Guinea Pig (plush only)

Taffy the Bubblegum Cheeky Cat

Priscilla the Pink Poodle (plush only)

Daisy the Boston Terrier

Mac the White Tiger

Spike the Signature Portugese Water Dog

Tate the Airedale Terrier

Frisk the Lion

Micah the American Cocker Spaniel

Belle the Alpine St. Bernard

Missy the Brown Dog

Vinnie the Lil'Kinz Chihuahua

Blackie the Black Cat (plush only)

Sammy the Lil'Kinz Penguin

Leo the Leopard Lizard

Leadchaser the Brown Arabian

Daisetta the Poshy Poodle

Maggie the Lioness (plush only)

Tangerine the Orange Soda Pup

Flappy the Pink Cockatoo (plush only)

Lambie the Lamb

Bucky the Cocoa Dinosaur

Kate the Rockerz Fox

Stacy the Aardvark

Hank the Beagle (plush only)

Misty the Winter Fawn (plush only)

Koda the German Shepherd

Winter the Winter Fawn

Woods the Domino Cat

Autumn the Alley Cat

Leilani the Aloha Dolphin

Lightning the American Buffalo

Willow the Signature West Highland Terrier

Lily the Lil'Kinz Horse

Morose the Black Wolf

Sangria the Signature Endangered Red Wolf (plush only)

Callie the Schnauzer

Leona the Bushbaby

Jax the Blue Whale

Tiger the Spotty Dinosaur

Electra the Spotted Frog

Toffee the Brown Sugar Puppy (virtual only)

Bambi the Cotton Candy Puppy

Buttons the Duck (plush only)

Savanna the Hyena

Jenny the Pom Pom Kitty (plush only)

Theo the Lil'Kinz Panda

Salty the Hippo (plush only)

Calypso the Tropical Island Puppy

Shortcake the Red Velvet Fox (virtual only)

Mishka the Reindeer (plush only)

Whitney the Lil'Kinz Tiger (plush only)

Nala the Brown Boston Terrier (plush only)

Stardust the Dreamy Sheep

Maxwell the Leopard

Mackenzie the Lil'Kinz Persian Cat (plush only)

Retro the Lion (plush only)

Skyler the American German Shepherd

Beatrice the Hippo (plush only)

Bianca the Kangaroo (plush only)

Haraka the Orangutan (plush only)

Buttercup the Lynx (plush only

Briar the Coyote

Lola the Cocker Spaniel (plush only)

Skye the Lil'Kinz Pig (plush only)

Star the Wintermint Husky (virtual only)

#webkinz

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fractallion · 5 months ago

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🎵 Nothing Absent At The Supermartket

Twenty Two Years Ago - give or take - my friend Bob told me to take a listen to an album he has just found called In Abstentia. Still at the top of my memory banks sees me sitting beside him at the back of some grey boring conference room in Sunnyvale listening to somebody droning on as he silently passed me his wired ear buds connected to his new iPod and watched me have my mind blown as I listened to …

🔗🎵 ‎‎Blackest Eyes - Song by Porcupine Tree - Apple Music

He dropped me the MP3s that evening - and in turn they got moved to my iPod for my listening pleasure. That weekend I was up in San Francisco and did a detour to this store.

Yes ‘that’ specific one - it had served me well thought the 90s and though Amazon was beginning to creep into my world - Tower still held a special place for me - particularly for special music.

… and the rest is history - I have heard it all (ok - not ‘all’ - the dude is prolific), but I do have over FIFTY of his albums in CD format and seen him live in different formats maybe eight times across two continents.

All this as a backdrop to this morning’s trip to the Supermarket.

.. and to say that if anyone spotted me this morning in the Supermarket - smiling, taking my head, bouncing even … this is why. (Jax believes Wilson’s music is sad and makes her sad.) Me? Yes it is sad - but I am with Wilson on this

“I don’t tend to write songs about things that make me happy. I tend to write songs about things that make me angry or melancholic or sad. ”Those are the things that make me want to express or exercise something through my songwriting. “There’s a lot of beauty to be found in sadness and melancholia.

💬 Steven Wilson

In no particular order - other than this is the order the tracks got played.

Yes Apple Music - because why wouldn’t you?

🔗🎵 ‎The Watchmaker - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎Pariah (feat. Ninet Tayeb) - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎Permanating (Ewan Pearson Mix) - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎Trains - Song by Porcupine Tree - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎Sectarian - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

‎🔗🎵 ‎Four Chords That Made a Million - Song by Porcupine Tree - Apple Music

‎🔗🎵 ‎Like Dust I Have Cleared from My Eye - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎The Raven That Refused to Sing - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

‎🔗🎵 ‎Grace for Drowning - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎Index - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

‎Belle De Jour - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

‎🔗🎵 ‎Postcard - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎PERSONAL SHOPPER - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎Luminol - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

🔗🎵 ‎‎Deform to Form a Star - Song by Steven Wilson - Apple Music

‎🔗🎵 ‎Signify - Song by Porcupine Tree - Apple Music

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booksandwords · 1 year ago

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The Inappropriate Date by Jax Calder

Read time: 1 Day Rating: 5/5 Stars

The Quote: “Shall we make a bet?” “What kind of bet?” “I’m betting by the end of the night, at least two of your family members will encourage you to keep seeing me.” I blinked. What the hell? He’d just met my ultra-conventional family, right? — Adam and Hunter

The Inappropriate Date is the short and sweet story of Aucklanders Hunter and Adam. From Hunter asking Adam to be his inappropriate date to his sister's wedding to their falling into bed. Spoilers? Yeah maybe but like so many novellas it's not the destination, it's the journey. It's the journey to Adam's truth and Hunter's heart and just watching Julia's change of heart. It feels necessary to add that this is not fake dating or friends to lovers. This is we met last week, hardly know each other but will you be my date to a wedding. It's a first date at a wedding with all the family drama and learning about each other that those things imply. But it is well done and the ending made me melt.

I'd never read anything by Jax Calder before if this is a representative sample of her writing it likely won't be the last I read. There is a reference to at least one of her novels Playing Offside but all of the ones I looked at the blurb for looked at look good. It's been a while since I read such a well-paced and well-planned novella. It is obvious that when Jax started writing this she always intended it to be a novella, always intended it to play out in more or less a day. This doesn't feel like a novella that started out life as a drafted novel and was severely edited or shortened to make it work because the author likes the characters and the basics of the plot. It's a pleasant change.

Ending with a couple of quotes because I like the voice that Jax gave Hunter. • I wasn’t normally a jerk. I want that on record, because I knew fully that what I was doing right now was deep into jerkish territory. — These are the opening lines. Between these and a few others on the first page, it makes for a tremendously strong opening. Hunter isn't ignorant of the selfishness of his act but he is also aware that he needs to honour himself first. (Hunter) • My mother pretended to be okay with me being bisexual. But she really wasn’t. She’d handled my relationship with my ex-boyfriend Hamish in the same way you’d handle a rabid porcupine that you were trying to tame. — I mean we meet Julia she really is a bit of a bit**. She isn't handling it well. (Hunter) • But Adam’s baby blue eyes had matched his hair. He’d grinned an adorable grin as he introduced himself, then asked my opinion about whether Jason Momoa as Aquaman would beat Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine in a fight. By the end of the five minutes, we’d made each other laugh multiple times. Humor was my kryptonite and aphrodisiac. — Adam and Hunter met a week prior at an LGBTQ+ speed event. There is just something pleasing about this. Adam's description and nerdiness and Hunter's admission. (Hunter) • I’d heard my father compare her to a wisteria plant–attractive, perfumed, and prone to climbing. — Okay so this is just a brilliant way to describe *that* type of person we've all seen. They exist in all walks of life they are just highly visible in the affluent spheres. (Hunter)

#jax calder #book review #the inappropriate date #ktreviews #read 2022 #booklr #spoilers on goodreads #lgbtq

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toddaldrington · 2 years ago

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Let’s see how this does on here: I’m going to post the first chapter of my latest furry story, ‘Take Off Your Pants and Sneakers’. Yes the title is a homage to a certain rock album from my misspent college years 20+ years ago when I should have been a furry… You can also find this on SoFurry.com and my Patreon subscribers have been getting this for a few weeks already. There will probably be about 6 parts.

Quick summary: Alex is a snow leopard guitar tech. Hunter is a drummer and an atypically well-built ermine. Their boss is a fox asshole. Not to worry though, he’s just bought a new RV for the road crew and Alex is about to invite Hunter into it for some fun…and might also give in to the temptation to tell Hunter that his name really is Alex and not the one the entire band and crew have been calling him for the last three years, and what the story behind that is…

Please note, this story is for 18+ readers only. If you’re a minor please come back when you reach your 18th birthday.

Otherwise, have fun! This story now has the record for the longest erotic scene I’ve written, and get this: I usually do M-M gay fiction, but this time my main character is bisexual and has a flashback to a hot evening with his ex girlfriend ‘back home’ to boot, so there’s something for more readers this time around.

These characters are also part of what’s going to be a longer series as well, and this story will eventually be adapted into it. You saw it all here first!

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Part 1

It’s nice to sleep on something that’s not moving for a change.

I mean the tour bus. Pervert.

Tonight though I’ve also had an unexpected pleasure: I moved out of the main crew bus and into my boss’s special one. Here’s a little taste of who Rico is: he’s made so much money on this tour that he’s not giving his band a raise, he’s bought a new RV for his guitars, and he’s put his tech in them.

So here’s who I am: I’ve dutifully moved all Rico’s babies into the new family touring home, and on the same night Rico decided to take a week off the road to go and take care of some non-guitar family stuff in L.A. So I picked up his best guitar, a white Gibson ES35, worth about ten grande (more than double that if Rico’s boast that it once belonged to Alex Lifeson from Rush is actually true), found the band practicing (as expected during their boss’s week off) and said ‘Can I jam?’

Dumb question, they always let me jam. Of all the secrets I keep, the fact that I can play on a similar par to our boss isn’t one of them. Except tonight I wanted to test a theory: these guys really needed a break from Rico’s jazz-rock-blues zone where no mistake was tolerated. So when Darcy the lioness on keyboards said ‘What are we playing?’ I said two words that normally strike disgust into musicians like these guys:

‘Blink 182.’

That brought Hunter to life. More so than usual. When I’d wanted to jam and said ‘Let’s try and sound like Dream Theater’ that had done it for him. Now it was like I’d stick his tail in a plug socket.

‘Fuck yeah we’re gonna!’ He said. ‘Holy shit Snowball, is that Fantasma? Rico’s gonna fucking kill you!’

Just like Rico to call his favourite guitar the Spanish word for ghost. ‘How come?’ I said, with a shrug as I shut the case. ‘Who’s gonna tell?’

Instead of saying ‘Hellooo, dweeb-boys, what the fuck does a keyboard do in a Blink song?’ she took up the mic. Jax the bass playing antelope, as usual, didn’t say anything at all. They carried the ‘There’s nothing that guy can’t play’ without words, right down to being chilled about how most people would naturally use the male pronouns now even thought Jax was born Jaqui, and went through being Jack as a teenager to deciding they weren’t quite one or the other and combined the two, by the that time looking overwhelmingly male. Who cared? There really was nothing Jax couldn’t play, including Blink 182. Which sounded amazing in Darcy’s voice. Tyler, Rico’s porcupine rhythm and back-up lead player, let me take lead. We played the whole of Enema of the State, then I asked for ‘Online Songs’ and let Darcy play Fantasma while I just sang, because that was one of those songs that was so fun it made me want to forget playing the guitar and just be the frontman.

‘Hey Techsnep,’ Darcy said. (She always seems to forget my name, or at least the name I go by nowadays, but as long as I never hear my real name come out of her mouth, even by accident, I’ll let her call me pretty much anything.) ‘Rico can say whatever he likes about this kinda music, but here’s something I know.’ She handed me Fantasma back. ‘When he auditions his drummers, you know what he does?’

Hunter laughed and flicked one of his sticks into the air like a baton and caught it. ‘You tell him this and Rico will make sure you never work again.’

‘Fuck him,’ Darcy said. ‘According to Rico, you know you’ve got the right drummer when there’s one song they can nail.’

‘Songs with seriously cool drum stuff,’ I thought. ‘Rico. Something unexpected. It’d be cool but not too flashy.’ I put on a theatrical thinking look, knowing I was going to get it wrong. ‘Got it! Phil Collins. It’d only be In the Air Tonight.’

‘Heavier,’ Hunter said.

‘Muzzle by the Smashing Pumpkins.’

Hunter gave me such a look I wondered if he actually did have a boner. ‘We’re totally doing that in a minute, but no. Go even more un-Rico than that.’

Darcy rolled her eyes. ‘Enough already, teenage geek boys. It’s Basket Case by Green Day. We gonna audition Hunter?’

‘Shit,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘Yeah, sure, gimme a minute, it’s been a long time since I…’ When did I last do that one? I wasn’t really asking myself so much as trying to push thoughts of my old band out of my head. The last time I played this was when it was a request. I was 16 and we were playing a reunion gig for people who had gone to our highschool a little while before us. There was one guy who’d gotten expelled for making death threats worthy of a Wes Craven flick but really it was because he had had mental health issues and I really didn’t want to look at him while I was singing that song, but only because I’d always thought it was a shame, because Kayden was actually pretty cool. Cool enough that my dad had let him take the ‘get out of town’ option instead of getting sectioned. Cool enough that he was back for the reunion and had somehow been allowed entry.

It took one simple thing to clear those days from my head: there was something Hunter did with that drum intro and repeated on every ‘I think I’m cracking up’ that just took it to another level. It was like the same technique that nailed that Neil Peart-esque thing he always did where he rolled down the entire kit like the end of ‘Natural Science’ or ‘Limelight��. He’d added that to a Green Day song, extra notes between the already rapid gunfire drum-fill the whole world knew in the middle of that song.

God I loved Hunter, right down to how he was the only drummer that Rico hadn’t bullied off a tour, because Rico had somehow realised that Hunter couldn’t be bullied. It was like some nonchalant immunity, and instead of hating it Rico had come to respect it. What the hell was it? Rico always seemed to hate full of life people because he clearly feared them taking the spotlight away from him in any room, or just hated their flamboyance, but Hunter wasn’t flamboyant. The whole crew knew he was gay, but he was the kind of gay that passed for straight until you walked past his trailer to hear whoever he was with either howling, growling, or plain begging. Maybe Rico just kept him because he seemed to want his latest band to be token-diverse.

I don’t care about anyone’s reasons for much tonight. I just want to jerk off thinking about Hunter. He’s immune to the risks of being out too. I can’t even make peace with how I’m probably bisexual. I want to be one or the other and feel like my stupid body and brain finally made a decision for me, and lately I think I want to be gay.

I thought everything with Finn back home had killed that side of me off, until halfway through my life of hiding from the law on tour busses, I met Rico for the second time in my life, and then Rico hired Hunter, and I knew I’d dealt with exactly nothing.

Tonight though I just need to get off.

Forget what anyone says about tours and groupies, getting your rocks off with someone in a top bunk that makes the bus feel like we’re all packed into a morgue most nights is seriously uncomfortable. Thankfully nobody in this band’s on heroin, because I often think sleeping like this feels like a rehearsal for where you’d end up after an OD. Add 80kph to that already wrong-for-sex atmosphere and you don’t want your dick in a tight place.

Tonight though, we’re not moving, and I’ve got Hunter to think about and a wicked hard-on take care of.

There might be no heroin, but a couple of nights I’ve seen Hunter so pumped up both during and after a performance that I’d damn sure he’d crack-piped some meth. I’m no expert on spotting who’s on what, but Hunter reminded me uncomfortably of Finn those nights, except that Hunter could make something amazing happen while on drugs, if he even was and it wasn’t just him having the time of his life, but damn, that extra hype and looking around more was exactly what I saw on Finn right before he started loosing control of his.

All I’d done to try and reassure myself was ask Darcy ‘Hey, just between you and me, did Hunter get hold of something? Like maybe something blue?’

Darcy gave me that friendly but firm look I needed from her. ‘One, it’s never really blue in real life. Two, even if he did, which I seriously doubt even if he is wired as fuck tonight, we’re not asking questions about it because we do not need Rico kicking him off this tour. So we let Rico ask, and we let Hunter do whatever he does that always keeps him here no matter what.’

‘Got it.’ I nodded, and thought about going to the bar to get another vodka and coke in the hope it would dull my need to ask Hunter about it myself. That’s when Darcy caught hold of my jacket sleeve and turned me back around.

‘Hey,’ she said. ‘I never told you this, okay? There was one night when it was just me and him packing kit up. I got him talking in a way he doesn’t usually talk. He told me something personal. I’m not gonna tell you what it was, but let’s put it this way: if there’s a guy who knows life’s too short for fucking up with drugs then it’s Hunter. I don’t think he’s doing meth. I think this is him when everything seems a little too intensely cool and he doesn’t quite know how to express it even on a drum kit.’

‘Yeah, that was Finn and a piano once.’

‘Who?’

‘Never mind. Shit from back home. Ex…friend of mine. I thought he was just on meth but it was worse than that. Some shit happened. That’s why I got on a road in the first place. I need this tour too. So of course I’m not going to Rico with this shit. That’s why it’s you tonight instead.’

Darcy and I liked each other. We’d done each other good a couple of times on quiet tour-bus nights. Hunter had once said ‘Hey Darc, tomorrow night can you fuck Dylan a bit more quietly? I really need better sleep.’ The little bastard. He was the heaviest sleeper on the entire band and crew combined, and he’d faked it to listen to us doing it? I’d have been pissed if it had been anyone but him.

‘Dylan.’ Darcy kept me there again. I’d long since started getting used to my cover name that I no longer worried that one day I’d respond to Alex because someone called another person that and I mistook it for them trying to get my attention instead. ‘If you like Hunter, tell him. Because everyone knows, including him. Isn’t it about time you did something about it?’

I shook my head. ‘I’m straight, Darcy. I like Hunter because he’s a cool person.’

‘Are you fuck, and even if the second part of that’s true, you’ll think he’s cooler if you actually just do go and have sex with him.’

‘If he wanted that with me he’d have sought me out for it already and you know he would. Besides, even if I was gay, I’d be too scared. We’ve all been past the bus when he’s with guys. Wouldn’t you be pants-pissing terrified?’ I knew she’d probably let me have the last word, but I couldn’t resist one thing: ‘What do you suppose he’s into?’

She shrugged. ‘Dunno. Apart from one thing, but everyone knows about that.’

‘I don’t.’

‘Oh come on, snow brain. Why do you think he’s always buying sneakers? The guy’s got a whole suit case full of them. Rico lets him have an extra one because without them, no mojo. It’s not just a fashion thing.’

‘Your reckon? Come on, it’s just a thing for showing off how he can afford designer clothes.’

‘Guess again. There is nothing that guy doesn’t know about feet. He might have been one hell of a podiatrist if he’d had med-school smarts and been able not to get a hard-on as soon as an attractive person took their socks off. I let him take mine off one night. I needed to relax. I figured if there was one guy who’d know how to give a good foot massage, it was him. Oh holy fuck did I get an education. He got hard for me but it was in a totally nice and non-pervert way, and he totally didn’t want sex with me. He liked giving me a nice time, like a gentleman. He actually acted a bit deliberately charming. It wasn’t quite him. But God my feet needed it.’

I was heading for a twilight zone hearing this from her.

‘For God’s sake, snep. Go on. Not even Rico cares who you stick your dick in. Nobody’d even care if you genuinely aren’t gay but you just wanted to fuck Hunter anyway because he’s Hunter, and you’ve not had sex in three years of touring. Apart from twice with me.’

Not true, but irrelevant. ‘What does it take to never have this conversation with you again?’

‘Dyl, I’m a queen-of-the-cats type lioness, and I gave you a pretty damn good time, right down to how you were so up for it you actually did make me come. Congratulations, you’re good at sex. Yes I believe you once had a serious long-term girlfriend and before whatever went wrong, you were having a good time. But was what we did together really the highest point you could possibly reach? Because I don’t think so. I think you need to be in love.’ She smiled. It became a lion’s grin, and she flicked her eyes at Hunter.

I sighed. ‘I’m not in love with Hunter.’ I left a long pause. ‘I’m maybe a little bit interested. Or maybe a infatuated. It’s cool. Be it’s not love.’

She thought for a moment. ‘You know Hunter’s an orphan, right?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘Why would I know that? That’s not exactly something a lot of orphans advertise.’

‘No, but he’s open about it if you get him talking. No secret. But you wanna know what I think?’

I always want to know what Darcy Whitman thinks, but the last thing I’m ever going to do is tell her that. All I had to do that night was what I always do in that situation: say nothing and wait.

‘There’s stuff Hunter doesn’t say about where he comes from, but here’s what I think it is from hints he’s dropped. I think some pair of stupid fucks put him in a basket on an orphanage doorstep because Mommy couldn’t handle how she had sex with someone who either wasn’t another ermine, just something similar. Or maybe Daddy was the “right species”.’ She said it so well I could hear the inverted commas and knew what was coming next. ‘But he wasn’t a white one. You get what I’m saying?’

‘Even if you’re right, why are you telling me?’

‘Who do you think Hunter is underneath, Dylan? Look at him. Everywhere he goes, people see a ‘cross-breed.’ They call it ‘person of mixed ancestry’ now, like we aren’t all technically that. There’s no term for it that doesn’t sound like it’s meant to be an insult somehow. People might try, but the whole point is people like Hunter still get looked at like they might be the wrong sort of different. They get arrested more, they get paid less, they get blamed for things that are nothing to do with them, they’re a scapegoat. Even some people who recognise how wrong that all is still have hang-ups, because that’s how prejudice works. Unless?’

‘Unless what?’

‘Think about it, snep.’

I thought for a few minutes while we had another drink each. I didn’t know where she wanted me to go with this. ‘Where’s Hunter from?’

‘Colorado.’

‘He ever tell you what his foster family are like? Or did nobody ever adopt him? Did he learn to play drums on a kit donated to an orphanage and drive everyone nuts with the noise?’ I could just imagine it all too easily.

‘It’s probably an obvious and dumb question all at once, but why not, y’know, ask Hunter all this?’

I smiled. ‘And there it is. The point. You’re trying to make me so irresistibly reporter-style curious about him that that’s exactly what I do, and you think somehow it’s going to strike up a conversation that ends with him asking me if he can fuck my pants off, maybe just to shut me up asking questions.’

‘Yeah, I did think that might work. But keep thinking, snow boy. I’m gonna go put my head down. Have a good night.’

Am I irritated tonight because now that I have time to think after the fun of today’s trailer-move and illicit jam session is over, I still have no idea what sudden thought I’m supposed to have that gives me a life-changing epiphany that somehow ends up with me having the night of my life with Hunter Kershaw? The mixed origin ermine, who I never think of as being mixed, or cross-breed, or even as being anything but Hunter Kershaw. Probably, yeah. But it’s best I just stay irritated.

Having anything I believe to be an epiphany and approaching Hunter with it will probably end in disaster somehow. The last time I felt like this about anyone, it was Finn and Bonnie both at once, and look how that fucking ended. Finn’s in and out of psych wards all the time, Bonnie’s lucky to be alive and not in prison, and both of them wish I was dead. Not to mention that I should be in prison, according to the way the law works, and sooner or later this grand effort to stay out of it is going to fail and I’m going to have to do my time.

Not today. Not tonight. Maybe not for quite a few more nights after this. But fuck it, I’m still not poisoning Hunter Kershaw’s life by inviting him into mine. I don’t deserve anyone like him even looking at me. I’m lucky I’ve got that. I’m lucky he wants to have elicit jam sessions with me where we play music our boss despises and it’s half because Rico despises it. I want to stay lucky this time.

So no, I’m still not going to try and have that good night Darcy wanted me to have several weeks ago and go and talk to Hunter until I end up being his yeowling, begging sex-slave. Now that I’ve got Rico’s new trailer straight and set up for me to do my job in, and now that I’ve had my jam session on Fantasma and my college rock fix to boot, I’m going to turn in, jerk my dick off thinking about Hunter and enjoy how even after six months on the road with him, the secret thoughts where he makes me come are the one thing that stop me being angry about how I fucked things up with Bonnie. I should be on these tours waiting to go home to her at the end. I should have completed my community service and finished college all in the same year, and then I would be free for good. I should have waited.

Instead I snapped one day when my comserv supervisor docked me an hour. One stupid hour. Why did it even set me off? Why did I have to go and be chimp-mode Alex right when I needed to be a grown up and just deal with shit?

‘Look, I was on the phone for that hour instead of picking up trash because my friend’s sick and there’s issues I can’t avoid, and I didn’t even want that call but his psychiatrist said it was urgent that we talked together, and how can I go to the hospital when I’m here? Doing com-serv. Picking up little bits of trash because that’s somehow more important than looking after a person.’

‘Mr Shaeffer.’ Like calling me that took the edge off her. ‘I’m sorry about your problems.’ Was she fuck. ‘But we’re here to pick up trash. You spent an hour not picking up trash, and that means the others get to log that hour and you don’t.’

I should have taken it. I should have handled it the way someone with a smarter head would have. IE Someone like Hunter, who life could throw anything at and he’d do the right thing. Instead I did what I’d always resisted doing to my mother, to any teacher who ever disciplined me unfairly, to Dad after his worst behaviour. To anyone. I turned to that dog, stared her down, let her walk back towards the bus and I gave it to her.

‘You bitch.’ That turned everyone’s heads pretty quick. ‘What is it, you don’t like cats? You dock me an hour when someone else needed my time more than you did? well you’re lucky. There are cats who’d give you fucking claws for that.’

Needless to say, I wasn’t allowed back on the bus. I walked all the way back into Cedar Rapids knowing I was probably going to be arrested for threatening her even though technically I hadn’t and might just get away with it if anyone corroborated how I’d said what I’d said, but who was I kidding? I was imagining her getting a claw swipe. I’d gotten away with a lot already in the eyes of many people, most of all Mom and Dad, but implying I might have done something like that? That was going to tear it almost as much as actually doing it.

That’s when I knew it was get out of town time. My first lucky break was knowing I’d already been offered a chance. That tour bus that was in town with Albino Dragons needed a new tech. I’d said no thanks, I had stuff I had to finish before I could take off on the touring life. Was it too late to change my mind? As it turned out, no. I had a condition to add though: I was going to change my name, and they’d have to help me live as my new identity, including by paying me in cash because I no longer wanted to use the bank account in my real name.

So I became Dylan Highwood. Who’s now trying not to be ashamed of one day three and half years ago while he makes himself come thinking about a guy he can’t have.

It’s not working. If this keeps happening, I’m going to crack within a few more months and decide it’s time to go back to Cedar Rapids and face the one kind of music I’d almost kill to avoid. That can’t happen, the killing part or the facing. I can’t leave this tour, because I can’t walk away from Hunter, Darcy or even Rico like this. Not after everything Rico’s done to help me stay here. He might be a dick, but he’s my kind of dick, and besides, I’m worse, and as long as everyone’s attention is on Rico then it’s not on me and what I’ve done.

So falling asleep limp and ashamed of myself is okay, because tomorrow I’ll be ready to get up and go to work again, making sure my forty-five year old boss isn’t reduced to the level of a five year old whose parents won’t buy him a toy if one of his grown-up toys is even slightly out of tune. That will clear these vibes out of me. Maybe I’ll just invite Hunter in to look at my new set-up. If I play it right, I might even be able to get Rico to let Hunter travel in here with me if I say that I’ve gotten used to the way Hunter snores and now I’m finding I can’t get used to falling asleep myself, because without Hunter all I can hear is the bus and I hate that sound (I actually don’t, but I’m getting creative already…and that’s how I know that whole idea is too risky and I need to stop it now and just fall asleep with only Rico’s awesome collection of guitars for company.)

There’s a knock on the door. I’m ignoring it.

About a minute passes and the knock comes again. This time there’s a voice.

‘Hey snep, I know you’re not asleep. It’s barely eight o-clock.’

Oh no. Seriously no.

This time the knocking’s insistent. ‘Open the goddamn door, snow ball! Come on, don’t be an asshole.’

‘I’m working!’ I decide, in my most irritated voice.

Laughter follows. ‘You’re in bed, you little liar! I can hear the covers moving.’

No bluff. Hunter always wears ear-plugs so despite being pounded with drum sound all the time, his hearing really would be that good.

‘Come on you fucker, let me in. There’s something I wanna talk to you about.’

Christ, Darcy, what the hell have you done? Hunter wouldn’t be here saying that if you hadn’t said something. Probably tried the same sort of act on him that you did on me in reverse, only he didn’t just bite, he took the bait knowing it was bait, and not with his mouth, so now he’s going to flash out of the water and unleash some sort of hell on not only the fisherman, but any goddamn thing he wants. Just so he can laugh and say ‘Surprise!’ afterwards.

Goddamn it.

Why am I about to open the door?

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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Going off of the Jax request, I’d love to see a demisexual or gray sexual reg having a romantic/sexual relationship with Jax. It’s not often that I, a demisexual human being, see other ace people in relationships in media. No pressure though 🥰

Since NYU-era Reg is still so new to the whole 'being a functional person' thing, this is less of a specific relationship and more of him figuring out the difference. Hope you enjoy! Regulus credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Jax and Kris are my OCs <3

TW mention of alcohol

Jax glanced up, then back down. Then up again, because they were pretty sure Regulus was—yep, definitely sure—and fixed their eyes on their computer screen again. An itch prickled the nape of their neck and they absently scratched at it.

One more glance couldn’t hurt.

“What are you looking at?” Jax blurted when they found Regulus’ steel-gray eyes still focused on them with deadly precision.

“Are you homophobic?”

Jax felt their mouth fall slightly open. At the next table over, a young woman quickly began gathering her things. “I beg your fucking pardon?”

“Are you homophobic?” Regulus repeated without blinking.

“Regulus.” Is he high? Is he dying? Jax shook their head, so beyond baffled there wasn’t a single word to replace it. “I’m literally nonbinary.”

“But are you homophobic?”

“Why—” They pinched the bridge of their nose so hard spots danced behind their eyelids. Homophobic. Am I, pride flag central, homophobic. “No,” Jax sighed. “No, Reg, I am not homophobic, though I am dying to know what made you think I was.”

“You didn’t do anything. I just figured I’d ask.”

“In the middle of the library?”

Regulus frowned. “Was there a place you’d prefer?”

Jesus Christ. “You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes because you were worried I was homophobic?”

Color rose to Regulus’ cheeks and he squared his shoulders, something that seemed to be a habit whenever someone made him uncomfortable. It reminded Jax of a porcupine raising its spines, or a cat’s fur bristling in defense. He finally looked away, fiddling with the spiral of his notebook. “Just making sure,” he muttered.

Worry took the place of the itch at Jax’s neck; they cast a cursory look around for other students, then shifted their chair closer to the table and bent their head. “Are you…?”

“What? No.” Regulus stopped his fidgeting and tucked his hands under his thighs. “My brother is. I’m—hmm.”

Jax stifled a laugh at the disgruntled noise, and after a moment’s hesitation reached out to roll Regulus’ pen toward him. “You don’t have to talk about it. If you want to, though, I’m all ears.”

“I know what I am,” Regulus said with a disgruntled wrinkle of his nose that said the exact opposite. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your…stuff.”

“It’s cool,” Jax assured him, offering a smile that made some of the tension bleed from Regulus’ posture.

They didn’t talk about it for another month.

Then Regulus kissed them.

It was a mutually-agreed-upon kiss, to be fair, but the fact of the matter was that they were both a little tipsy and Jax had never been the type to take things like that seriously. Regulus, on the other hand…

“Reg—”

“I’m sorry!”

Jax paused, turning back to the building for a second with a muttered curse before trudging through the blistering wind once more. “Yeah,” they muttered, even though Regulus surely wouldn’t hear it. “You said that.”

Everything had been fine at first. Kris had gone to get them all refills—free ones, thanks to it being his brother’s apartment—and Regulus had a funny sort of frown on his face. Jax hadn’t thought much of it. Reg was known for his lethal case of RBF among their friend group, and it only made him more endearing. But that frown was the kind that came with some serious thought and Jax spent the better part of five minutes wondering when Regulus was just going to spit it out already. They had been a little surprised by the ice-cold determination in Regulus’ eyes, though not nearly as surprised as when the words finally decided to work.

Can I kiss you?

…what?

Can I kiss you? On the mouth. You don’t have to.

Like an idiot, Jax had shrugged and grinned and set their empty cup down. It wouldn’t be the first time they had kissed a friend at a party. Sure, dude, they had said, as comfortable as ever around Regulus. Go for it.

They had just enough time to register that Regulus had soft lips and terrible kissing technique before there was a burst of motion, an apology, and Regulus disappeared into the crowd of stumbling college students packed into a too-small space. Jax had only managed to call after him once before he was out of sight.

Which brought them to the present, both shivering like idiots who had left their coats inside during November in New-fucking-York while Regulus did his level best to fast-walk the whole half-mile to their dorm and Jax chased him down for…reasons. Reasons that were 90% platonic and 100% concerned.

“Can we talk?” Jax called, breaking into a light jog.

“I’d rather not!”

“Please?”

Regulus didn’t grace that with a response, his shoulders up by his ears and arms wrapped around himself like a hug.

“Reg, c’mon, don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything!” and then, so quiet Jax nearly missed it, “that’s the point.”

“I’m not upset.”

“I am!”

“Why?”

“Because—” A moment of hesitation followed. “Because fuck you, that’s why!”

“That’s not gonna work on me, Reg.”

“Yes, well, it should!”

Jax’s breath steamed in the air when they huffed; the cold air burned their lungs on the next inhale and they silently cursed Regulus’ natural athleticism. The guy was fitter than any college student had the right to be.

“Reg,” they tried again. “You can’t outrun this.”

“Why not?”

“We live together, dumbass.” Regulus came to an abrupt halt, illuminated by the streetlamp overhead and the porch light of their dorm building. Jax waited a few feet away and tried not to shiver too loudly. “Look, I can sleep somewhere else tonight, but…”

“No.” Regulus slumped. Jax could make out just his profile in the darkness, all shadows and angles and something very, very hurt that they still didn’t understand. Regulus rubbed the back of his neck. “No, you don’t have to do that. I’m—can we go inside?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Jax hoped their relief didn’t come through too much; then again, it really didn’t matter. Regulus was bad at emotions, but excellent at reading people. It was a gift they had wished for many times.

They headed indoors in complete silence, maintaining the comfortable distance. A theory began to take shape in the back of Jax’s mind, but they stayed quiet until the door to their dorm closed with a dull thunk and the overhead light flickered to life. Regulus dropped his keys on his desk and scrubbed a hand through his hair, still shivering a little.

Jax remained in the doorway. The theory rolled and ruminated, then tumbled out of their mouth just as Regulus kicked his shoes under the bed. “Have you ever kissed someone?”

Regulus snorted humorlessly. “That bad, was it?”

“No,” they answered honestly.

“I meant what I said. We don’t need to talk about it.” Regulus’ coat came off next and disappeared into his closet. “I’m sorry for asking.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Jax said gently, stepping further into the room. Regulus kept his gaze down as he shuffled into pajama pants and pushed up onto his mattress, folding his long legs under himself with distinct misery written on every inch.

“I pressured you.”

“You didn’t. I promise.”

“You don’t like me like that.”

Jax let out a slow breath and moved to their own bed, smoothing the covers down just for something to do. Regulus was prone to making assumptions when it came to other people’s opinions of him—they didn’t like thinking about the why behind that habit. “No,” they admitted. “Not really.”

“You thought Sirius was hot, and we look the same.”

“I can think people are hot without wanting to fuck them, Reg.”

Some of the resentment faded away with Regulus’ grimace. “I don’t want that.”

“Neither do I.”

“But we kissed.”

“So?” Regulus tucked his knees up to his chest, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands. Jax couldn’t count how often they had come home to find Regulus picking at the fabric of his shirts; no hem or cuff was safe when the nervousness set in. They scooted closer, closing a fraction of the distance between the beds. “You can kiss people and not sleep with them. You can kiss people and not date them. It’s just kissing.”

A dark red thread came loose. “A kiss means something.”

“Not if you don’t want it to.” How did nobody tell you this? Jax silently wondered. Regulus had been so at ease around his brother at parent’s weekend, but every deep conversation they had brought up more indications that Regulus’ life had been very different in the not-so-distant past.

“I don’t want to sleep with anyone,” Regulus said with more conviction than Jax had heard all night. They waited, and watched him deflate. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean?”

Regulus fell quiet for a longer stretch, his careful eyes focused on the steady blink of Kris’ alarm clock. “I don’t know if I want to date you, Jax,” he said, limbs pulled tight to his body. “I don’t know whether that was a good kiss. I don’t know the difference between wanting to be friends and wanting to be more, and I’m sorry I dragged you into it.”

“Please don’t be sorry,” Jax said softly.

“I really don’t know.” Regulus sniffled, though his eyes were dry and Jax was grateful for it. They had only seen him cry once, and that was enough. “That’s not meant to be an excuse.”

“I didn’t think it was.”

“I don’t know how to have this many friends.”

Rip my heart out and stomp on it next time, would you? Jax swallowed hard. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll help.”

Regulus ran both hands down his face. “Can you turn the lights out? It’s easier to talk in the dark.”

“Yeah, man, I’ve got you.” That, at least, Jax could do. Regulus turned their shared lamp on as they headed back to bed, but otherwise didn’t budge. The gentle glow took away some of his sharp edges, softening him into the person they knew.

Regulus pillowed his chin on his arms, only half-visible in the thick fabric of his Lions hoodie. “My old friends were fucking terrible, Jax.”

“I figured.”

“I really like you. I want to hang out and have you over for holidays, and I like it when we hug, but I don’t think I want to kiss you anymore. Does that make any kind of sense?”

Hello, Regulus’ old friends? I’ve come to ask about your spleen’s extended warranty. “I like you, too,” Jax said, reaching out to tug on the end of Regulus’ duvet to get his attention. “And that sounds like regular friendship to me, Reg.”

“But I’m friends with Leo, and I don’t think he’s cute like you are.”

Jax tugged again until Regulus stopped hiding his face in his knees. “You’re my friend. You’re hot. Kris is my friend. He’s not my type. I care about you both the same way.”

Regulus groaned into his sleeves. “Why do feelings have to be confusing?”

“Fuck if I know, dude.”

“I…am so tired.”

“Go to bed, then.”

“Don’t we need to talk about the whole kissing and dating and friend-ing thing?”

“We agreed we don’t want to date, right?” Jax half-shrugged. “We’re friends. I’ve kissed friends before. There’s not much else to worry about.”

Regulus stared at them in a mix of awe and confusion. “You are so relaxed all the time.”

“Most of the time,” they corrected, flipping back their bedsheets. “It takes effort, too. I’m turning the lamp off unless we need to talk more.”

Regulus shook his head, though his brows were furrowed. “Non, I’m good for now. Bonne nuit.”

“Sleep well, Reg.” The room fell into darkness and Jax curled up beneath the soothing weight of their blankets. Their hearing was still dampened from the party, and they could feel sobriety creeping in; with any luck, the hangover wouldn’t be too bad. Deep conversations had a tendency to ease oncoming headaches.

The rustling from Regulus’ bed stopped. “Are you sure you’re okay with the—”

“The kiss didn’t bother me,” Jax mumbled around a yawn. “There wasn’t even tongue. It barely counted. Sleep.”

“I wouldn’t stick my tongue in your mouth for a first kiss,” Regulus grumbled as he continued getting comfortable.

“Mhmm.”

“I wouldn’t!”

“I know.”

“Well—fine. Good. I’m glad.”

Jax rolled their eyes, grateful for the shadows that hid their grin. “If you’re still worried, we can talk about it tomorrow when I’m not still a little drunk.”

“…really?”

“You. Unconsciousness. Now.”

The bedframe squeaked under Regulus’ constant movement, then went quiet when he sighed. “You’re a great friend. I’m very lucky to have you. Just so you know.”

Jax smiled into their pillow. He could act as tough and scary as he wanted, but Regulus was a big old softie beneath all those layers. Someday, they hoped other people would see the same. Regulus deserved it. “Wouldn’t wish for anyone else, Reg.”

#regulus black #jax keahi #kris #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #nyu #college reg #relationships

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Hear What?

Summary: it started off as a good day

Pairings: Posie X Jax

Rating: 😭😭😭

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, blood, car wreck, you’re gonna hate me, sorry I’m not sorry, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Posie Rogers Masterlist

Posie’s eyes flutter open, and she feels around her waist, noticing that Jax’s normally there arm is missing. If it wasn’t for the soft snoring coming from behind her she would think he had already gotten out of the bed.

Rolling over to her other side, with a bit more difficulty than she remembers, she looks at his sleeping face. So peaceful, handsome, and hot as hell. She can’t help but to rub along her stomach, thinking that a part of him was growing inside of her.

Leaning over closer to him, her hand softly rubs across his chest, and he lets out a soft moan, but his eyes never open. Her hand roaming down his body further until she grips the base of his cock. “Mmm,” Jax’s morning raspy voice hums out. “What’re you going to do with that my insatiable woman?”

“I’m gonna,” she starts slinging a leg over his morning wood, slowly sinking down over him, “ride my fine as fuck man.”

Slowly she grinds her hips over him, while Jax stares up at her lovingly. “You weren’t holding me this morning.”

“My hard cock would have been poking you,” his hands go to cup the swell of her stomach, drifting down until he finds the hemline of the oversized shirt lifting it off of her, so he can watch her move over him.

“I could get used to seeing you like this all the time.”

“Ten more weeks Jaxy.”

“I’ll fuck another one in you, when we get a house,” with a little tweak of her nipple, Posie grinds down harder, whimpering at him. “Fuck you’re so sensitive. Making such pretty sounds for me first thing in the morning.”

“What else are we gonna have?”

“You getting off on our future?” she nods her head, panting down at him, and he slides his hands down to her hips. “Whatever animal our kids want. A porcupine.”

“Hedgehog.”

“Fine, a hedgehog,” Jax chuckles. “We’ll need us a good herding dog, because I’m going to keep you stuffed full. The dog has to keep up with all these Teller babies. Abel and Daisy are just a start.”

Posie brings her palms to Jax’s chest. Baring down as she picks up speed. “Shit, Squeakers. We’re…fuck, we’re living out in the middle of nowhere as Beau and Arleigh’s neighbors, and our babies are gonna grow up with cows, chickens, ducks…”

“Yeah?” she gasps out.

“Just like that, darling. Right…fucking hell,” he whisper yells as her walls clench tight around him. Leaving Posie a moaning withering mess when he spurts deep in her cunt. “One of these days, I’m going to have you so sore, because we’re trying for a baby. You’ll be stumbling around because I’ve fucked you so much.”

“Shh,” Posie rubs along her belly, “our daughter is here.”

“Daddy is sorry sweetheart,” his own hand moves around her belly, trying to find her movement, and we she gives the tiniest kick, those bright blue eyes shine at her, “she forgives me. You’re bringing Abel to the site right? Your dad got these things for the boys, little peddle go cart looking things. Thorne was having a blast the other day, and since there’s no official school,” he juts out his lip, and she gives him a nod.

“Of course. But first, shower, Jackson. I need you to help clean me, I can’t reach everything.”

“Do we get to make out?” smiling she nods. “Do I get to play with this,” she intakes a quick breath when he flicks her sensitive clit. “That sounded like a yes to me.”

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“Abel you excited, buddy?” with the biggest smile he answers yes. Throwing his arms to the side, excitedly. Still with some time before Daisy was born they let Abel have his seat in the middle and he loved it. Loved being able to see out of the front of the window.

“You’ve never been to daddy’s work, huh?”

“No and Oakie and Thorne told me about the bikes. I don’t want to spin out like Thorne though.”

“Thorne is a wild man. Please don’t act like him,” she gives him a quick glance in the rear view, slowing down when the site comes into view. “Here we are.”

Jax can’t get to Abel fast enough. His body buzzing with anticipation of getting to ride the bikes. And gets even more excited when Oakley and Thorne come over to the car.

“Hey baby,” James says helping her out of the front. “You should have just let me and Jax bring him to work with us.”

“I wasn’t sure if you guys could handle all these boys. Hey Airy,” the giant man walks over giving her belly a big rub.

“How much longer?”

“Ten weeks. Not much longer. Jax, have you heard back from your mom,” when he shakes his head no, she holds on to her stomach. “Tell her she can meet Daisy.”

“No.”

“This is our daughter. We need to know what genetic heart condition she had. The doctor said the more they know about Daisy’s heart, the better…”

“Posie, I don’t want her in Daisy’s life,” she whispers a please. “I’ll call her tonight. But I’m not bargaining a relationship with our kids for her to be honest about her heart condition.”

Other than that mishap, the couple hours on site went amazing. Posie’s hand always under Jax’s shirt as she gives him back scratchies. Smiling up at him, before puckering her lips for a chaste kiss. The three boys having a blast, Posie watching them while Beau, James, and Ari go back to work. Jax working a bit only to sit with his girlfriend.

Leaving too soon. “Grumpy can bring the bikes to the estate. I know a bunch of boys who have a lot of energy. Dad it would be nice to give Arleigh and Blossom a break,” James hums out an I know, carrying Abel to the car. “Want me to take Oakie home with me?”

“I’m gonna stay with Airy, Oh Oh.”

“You heard the boy. You be careful with my two precious cargos here,” James says, strapping Abel in.

“Pull the chest clip down.”

“I was getting to it, baby. I’ve raised a few kids. I’ll see you two tonight at the estate. Abie behave, okay?”

Jax leans in the back giving Abel a kiss to the forehead, and the little boy rubs his hands down his face. “Protect them.”

“I will daddy.”

“And you, stay baking for your mama,” he talks down at Posie’s belly, “And you,” Jax slots his lips against Posie’s holding her for too long that even Abel screeches. “You keep our babies safe. And my woman, okay,” Posie rolls her eyes bringing him back for a smiling kiss as she responds okay on his lips. “I love you, Squeakers.”

“Love you, too, Jaxy.”

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“Abie, you wanna go to Kitty’s coffee shop before we go home? We’ll get something special for everyone,” she looks at a smiling and nodding Abel in the rear view mirror before everything goes black.

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Owin leans over the counter, giving you a chaste kiss, while he tries to grab a blueberry muffin. Eva behind him emits out a low growl tapping her fingers on the counter. “Would you let the woman do her job. How do you put up with him?”

“Because he’s pretty cute,” you reach towards the special giant blueberry muffin that he’s only allowed once a week, and you hold it in your hand smiling at him, when you hear the sickening sound of metal hitting metal. And the nonstop sound of a horn.

Without even thinking Eva and Owin run outside, but it’s Eva that screams, “That’s Posie’s car. V, call Mrs. D!”

Running out with the two of them, you can hear the screaming of Abel in the back, seeing a woman trying to open the back car door. Running behind her Eva tackles her hard to the ground. Lifting up her head, she accidentally shoves it back down, “You psycho bitch,” her voice whispers in Wendy’s ear. “You brought this shit all on yourself. Now quit your fucking moving before I knock the shit out of you. Owie?!”

“Posie?” Owin asks opening up her passenger door. Her body leaned over the wheel passed out. “Abel, hey buddy. You okay?”

“Is my mama alright?” his voice piercing in the car when you open the back door.

“Bit, don’t move him.”

“I want my mama!”

“Your mom, has to wait on the police,” Owin’s fingers move to Posie’s lifeless wrist hoping to find a pulse.

“No! Posie mama! I want my mama! Get me out. Why is she not waking up? Mama! Please, wake her up!”

“Bit, do not let him get out!” Abel’s body thrashes around. “Buddy paramedics are on the way. I need you to breathe. Thank god,” he whispers feeling a faint pulse. “Shit!”

“Owin, he’s gonna hurt himself,” you try and calm the little boy, “Abie, buddy, what did you do today?” while you speak calmly to Abel, his body finally slowing down, Owin looks towards the cafe.

“How much further V?”

“Ten minutes. I called Mrs. Drysdale, she’s going to get Iris and take her to the hospital. What about James?”

“Eva, call dad as soon as you get her contained. They’re not driving,” his head shoots back over to Posie when he hears a little moan.

“Oh, god.”

“Posie, stay calm.”

“Where’s Abel? Abel?”

“Mama, I’m here,” the little boy cries, reaching a hand up to her. “Mama?”

“Owie,” Posie cries when she sees blood in her vision. “Owie, I’m bleeding.”

“I know, we’re waiting on paramedics to get here. You’ll be just fine.”

“No!” her eyes look down to see the blood pooling in her seat. “No, no she’s not ready. Owie, she’s only thirty weeks. Please, not my Daisy. Jaxy? Where is he? I want my daddy.”

“Posie, baby breathe,” his eyes drift down to what’s made her so upset, and even he gets scared. “V?!”

“Three minutes.”

“Posie, think about the first memory you have of your dad,” his fingers run over the delicate little tattoo on the crook of her arm. “What do you remember?”

Her lip trembles, “He, he, he would let me sleep on his chest. I always liked when his hair was longer because I would pretend to cut it with my fingers.”

“Remember how happy you were when they came to school and told you they were having twins?” Posie just sobs. “And remember holding Oakley for the first time, and Poppy was leaned over looking at him? You’re gonna have all that with Jax,” he stays with her when he hears the sirens. “Hey, Posie, stay calm baby, they’re gonna keep you and Daisy safe. Get you to the hospital, okay? They’re gonna take care of that precious flower.”

“Okay. Owie, I’m scared.”

“I know.”

“I want Jaxy and my dad…”

“Get her to the fucking hospital now!” Owin shouts when Posie’s eyes flutter closed.

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“Owin, he has to be checked out,” one of the paramedics shouts, as she tries to pry the boy out of your arms. Screaming for you to hold him. “He’s under stress and he doesn’t know if he was hurt or not.”

“Let me check him out then!”

“You’re not on schedule.”

“But I’m a paramedic, and at least he’ll let me touch him. He’s traumatized,” with a roll of her eyes, she reluctantly hands him the tools to check over Abel for injuries. The whole time he screams and holds tighter to you, making you promise you won’t let him go.

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“Dad?”

“Eva?” Eva is stunned and doesn’t say a word. “Duckie, I need you to talk. Were you and Owie at the cafe?”

“Dad, I need you to call daddy. It was Posie.”

“What?” Curtis immediately turns around heading towards the job site.

“It was bad. She wasn’t conscience when they left. She…dad, she was bleeding. And, the baby still has ten more weeks. You heard Arleigh, there’s something wrong with the baby’s heart. Owie said Jax and James are not to drive.”

“Duckie, I’m almost there. Go to the estate.”

“Kitten already knows. Her and Ransom are going to get Iris.”

“They wouldn’t have told anyone. Go to the estate. Whatever adult they can spare to stay. Az will wanna be there. Story and Carter too. Now, I know why someone was taking Opie to the hospital. Call your mom, she can go to the estate and watch kids. We’ll have people there to watch the kids. So tell them not to worry. Duckie, I love you baby. Get to the estate.”

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“Pops?” Iris cries on the phone.

“Iris, sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“She was in a wreck. Daddy, I can’t,” she hands the phone up to Ransom while Kitten clings tight to her daughter in the backseat.

“Frank, Posie was in a wreck. We’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?”

Frank nods his head forgetting that he was on the phone. “O-okay. Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t want to tell me because of Iris, do you?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s bad isn’t it?”

“Yeah, we’ll meet you at the hospital,” Ransom throws the phone on the seat trying to drive as quickly and as safely as he can.

“Daddy, Uncle Steve,” Ransom shakes his head. “Daddy. Call Steve.”

Grabbing up Iris’s phone, he hears the cheerful voice of Steve, “Iris what cha needing?“

“Steve…”

“Ransom, what’s wrong? Why are you calling on Iris’s phone? Ransom, you tell me she’s okay.”

“Posie was in a car wreck in front of the cafe.”

“No.”

“Me and Kitten have got Iris. Curtis is going to the job site to get James and Jax,” Iris whimpers burying her face on her mother at the mention of James. “Get there as soon as possible. Can you ask Teej and Sammy to help with the kids at the estate, maybe Bucky and Brooklyn?”

“Yeah, Sam, Nat, Jake, Yelena. All of them. I’ll meet you there.”

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Ari stands up straight at the sound of a car door closing. Seeing his husband he gets worried. “Who did what?” Curtis just shakes his head. “Curtis?”

“Where’s James and Jax?”

“They’re inside with Beau. Stop, what’s going on? Thorne and Oakley are in there. My love, what’s…what happened?”

“Posie was in a wreck. She was bleeding. Eva said she was passed out when she was loaded on the ambulance. She…”

James stands out on the porch giving Curtis a wave. Both boys flanking him. “There was blood in her seat.”

“She’s only thirty weeks. I heard her tell him that earlier this afternoon. She’s…there’s something wrong with the baby’s heart.”

“James, Jax, Beau, I need to speak to you three!” Curtis yells ignoring Ari’s train of thought.

Jax picks Oakley up for a piggy back ride while James holds Thorne upside down by one foot. “James put the boy down.”

“He’s fine sheriff. We do this all…”

“Put him down. Ari I need you and Beau to head to the estate and check on Bunny. Make sure that there’s more than enough adults to watch the kids. Take Oakley and Thorne with you,” James tries to interrupt but Curtis speaks louder. “James, you and Jax are coming with me to the hospital. Posie was in a wreck,” Ari thankfully being next to Jax, grabs him when he starts to collapse. “I don’t have time to explain. Get in the cruiser and let’s go.”

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James holds tightly to Iris in the waiting room. So many people waiting with bated breath. “Can they not go back and see her?”

“Not at the moment, Mr. Baizen,” the nurse responds dully not even looking at Carter.

“Then when?”

“When Ms. Rogers is stable,” Carter takes a step back shaking his head. Unbelieving on what she said. Hearing an alarm go off, nurses and doctors start rushing behind the doors. “Mr. Baizen, I need to ask your family to sit down. Now.”

Opie sits close to Jax who’s whole body is bouncing around with nervous energy. Giving a fake smile to Chibs and Bobby when they walk in. The two men giving someone they helped raise a big hug before sitting with them, but when Opie sees the next two walking in, he’s already standing in front of Jax, “You need to leave.”

“I came to see my son.”

Jax grits his teeth. His jaw pulsing before standing. Trying to charge at Gemma, but Chibs and Bobby hold him back. “This is all your fault! I don’t know how but you got to Wendy. She…she tried to kill Posie and my daughter to kidnap my son. She didn’t care about the life growing inside of her just like you don’t.”

“I care.”

Ransom steps in front of Jax, followed by Chris, Beck, and Carter. Begrudgingly James steps right in front of her. “If you cared you wouldn’t have held a bribe over your granddaughter’s head. They asked what your heart condition was. Did you know my daughter is only thirty weeks along. Thirty weeks with a baby who has a weak heart. If the specialists aren’t here, and anything happens to my granddaughter, you pay with your life.”

“Jamey!”

“I’m tired of you playing your fucking games with my daughter and your son’s life. And their child. Your a sick piece of shit. What is your fucking heart condition? What is it Gemma?”

“I want a relationship with my granddaughter.”

“You’d rather see her die. She’s a baby! A baby not fully developed. And your…what’s the fucking heart condition? What’s…”

“James,” Carter says moving in front of his friend. “Gemma, we’re all on edge. And if the only reason you’re holding your condition ransom, is so you can have a relationship with her, you’re more loathsome than we thought.”

Gemma gives Carter a hard look, trying to see behind the people who have created a wall between her and Jax. Contemplating on holding even more over their head. It isn’t fair that these people who don’t even know Jax, don’t know what he’s capable of doing get to have him in their perfect life.

“Gemma. Clay,” Opie starts to plead. “This is a baby. The more they know the quicker they can help her. And she’s already ten weeks early. What is it?”

“Truncus arteriosus.”

“Get her out of here,” Carter responds walking to the desk again, followed closely by a very pregnant Story.

“Clay, take your old lady, now,” Chibs answers. “We’ve got enough stress.”

“No, I want to meet her,” she leans over trying to look at Jax, but he refuses to give her that satisfaction.

“You’ll never get to meet her,” Jax growls out. “You don’t deserve her or me.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers?” a doctor responds walking over to them. “We have to perform an emergency cesarean.”

“Why?” Iris asks, clinging tighter to James.

“We’re trying to stabilize Posie. She sustained some severe brain trauma. She’s coded once, and currently is in a medically induced coma. We’ve got to get the baby out if she has any hope of survival.”

“Sh-she has a weak heart. Posie is only thirty weeks along,” Jax can hardly stand as the most pain he’s ever felt rushes through his body.

“I understand. But the baby can’t survive the possible surgery that we’ve got to give Posie,” Iris whimpers out a no, while James stands there stoic. “Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, do we have the permission for the cesarean?”

“Whatever has to be done to keep them both alive,” James answers without emotion before he falls to the floor. Jax turns into Kitten’s arms, and even though she’s hurting and wants to comfort her daughter, she knows how much Jax needs her too. Wrapping his arms around both Jax and his wife, Ransom tries not to let the dam break. Worried about his daughter, his granddaughter, and great-granddaughter.

“We’ll allow one of you to go back. Next of kin only,” the doctor gives a sad look to Jax, mouthing out an I’m sorry.

“Jamey, you go.”

“No, Baby Doll.”

“She told Owin, she wanted her daddy. Go. Tell our baby to stay strong. She’ll be fine Sarge. Give her and Daisy hope,” her lip trembles as she watches the love of her life, walking to see their daughter. Hoping that this isn’t the last image he sees of Posie.

Iris turns to look at Curtis, and with the most calm voice she can muster, “I want that woman dead. I don’t care how. She did not think of my daughter or granddaughter. She didn’t think of her son, MY grandson. I want her gone.”

“Ma’am,” Bobby holds out a hand to her. “We’ll take care of it,” before him and Chibs walk out. The low rumble of their bikes making Iris shutter.

“I didn’t hear that, Icy.”

“Hear what?”

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