#and jax's too apparently

[oli-ribbun-ver]

ive been doodling ribbun for the past 2 hours and suddenly mizu5 popped ijto my head

jax looks SO BAD but thats okay this is a doodle it isnt meant to be good

can you consider this ribbun??

[fruitgummyfable]

Finally watched the new digital circus episode.

It was rlly good

[dizzycloudzzz]

ugh Jax again what am I doing w my life

THREE FUCKIN VERSIONS BECAUSE I'M UNSURE ABOUT WHICH IS THE UGLIEST

sorry he has no clothes cuz he's a deviant degenerate depraved and cuz I forgot he has clothes while I was drawing (I definitely have a memory problem and I didn't wanna see any references so there it is

I hope he gets abstracted soon otherwise I will be the one who goes insane

[bellaxgiornata]

Five Minutes

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 4.4k [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Fluff, nervous!Reader, suggestive comments, & a slightly soft, flirty Jax

Summary: While out with your friends at a seedy bar in Charming, you manage to catch Jax's eye–and he's quite determined just to get you to talk to him.

a/n: I'm temporarily back in my Jax Teller phase at the moment as I force myself to rewatch Sons of Anarchy and actually finish the last season instead of trying to pretend the show doesn't end like it does. I'm just going to use fanfic to spare my feelings right now even though I don't usually write for Jax. It's been months since I've written anything and this was admittedly written entirely today, but enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Raising the bottle of beer to your lips, you took a pull from it as your eyes scanned the dimly lit bar around you. Stanley's was a hole in the wall type of dive bar–not the sort of place you generally found yourself drinking on a Friday night with your friends after work. It was a seedy place, and that was only made even more apparent by the impossible to ignore presence of the Sons of Anarchy.

There were five of them sitting at a table on the opposite side of the bar from where you and your friends were drinking, all of them wearing their black leather kuttes with their worn patches and matching hardened expressions. They were deep in discussion as they sat with a few questionable looking men and one gentleman in particular who looked far too nicely dressed to be sitting and drinking in a place like Stanley's. It was obvious that they were doing something illegal, conducting some sort of business boldly out in the open. 

Swallowing down your beer, you lowered the almost empty bottle back to the table and returned your attention to your three friends who were still in the middle of discussing Tabitha's breakup. Leaning forward and resting your forearms along the wooden surface, you felt it wobble beneath your shifting weight as you focused on the conversation once more. Though you had to strain to hear them over the rock music blaring through the place.

“It's his damn loss, Tab,” Sara said, her tone firm. “If Travis is going to sleep around on you, then you deserve better than his dumbass. He's not worth a single one of your tears.”

Monica was nodding from her place in the chair beside you, gesturing her glass of cranberry vodka at Tabitha. It was clear she'd already had a few too many of them since the four of you had arrived over an hour ago.

“That's right,” she began. “We aren't out tonight to drown your sorrows over that asshole, we're out to remind you that you're a beautiful badass and you don't need him. You can do better.”

An annoyed scoff left Tabitha in response before she rolled her eyes. “Because there's so many wonderful options of available men in Charming to choose from,” Tabitha replied bitterly.

Unable to fight the grin at her harsh but truthful comment, you let out a small laugh. “What? You don't like our options at tonight's wonderful drinking establishment? You've got so much to choose from.” 

Monica and Sara were quick to laugh, matching smiles spreading across their faces. Both of them openly scanned the bar around the four of you, their eyes taking in the varying men drinking around Stanley’s.

“Yeah Tab, you've got your pick of either emotionally immature or emotionally unavailable,” Sara teased.

“Or old enough to be your father, beer gut included,” Monica joked.

Swallowing down another sip of your beer, you smiled as all three of your friends laughed at the table, the mood finally lifting among the group of you tonight. Your eyes darted across the bar back to the table of Sons. The blonde one you knew as Jax Teller, their leader, was standing and shaking the overly dressed gentleman's hand now, clearly finished with whatever illegal dealings they'd been handling here.

“And let us not forget,” you added on, your eyes averting from their table and returning to your friends as you lowered your voice, “the option of criminal biker. A Charming specialty.”

Each of your friends laughed once more before sending wary glances across the bar towards the leather-clad men. The Sons' presence here clearly made the four of you uneasy–almost as if bullets would start flying at any moment. And with the way things had been happening around town lately, it didn't feel far out of the realm of possibility with them here.

“Let's be real, they don't know a thing about commitment, either,” Tabitha replied, sitting back in her chair. “Any one of them would still be far worse than Travis.”

“There's a silver lining, at least,” Monica said before taking another deep drink from her glass. She swallowed it down before continuing, pointing a firm finger in the direction of the bikers across the bar. “Anything in this town is better than a Son.”

“Doesn't matter anyway,” Sara chimed in, her eyes darting to the bikers’ table and then back. “We are not the kind of women who even register on their radars.”

Picking up your own beer from the table, you drank down the last of its contents as your friends began speaking in hushed tones, the topic quickly taking a turn to the rumors they'd overheard about the Sons’ clubhouse parties. Sliding out of your chair, you had already stopped listening. You'd never concerned yourself with the small town's motorcycle club before, preferring to stay far away from them and the trouble they caused, so you certainly weren't about to suddenly care about the gossip and rumors now.

“I'm going to grab another beer, I'll be back,” you told the others.

Monica sent you a smile, acknowledging what you'd said before her eyes returned to Sara who was now in the middle of animatedly telling a story that she'd overheard about the Sons. Not wasting another minute, you ducked your head and walked away from the table, making your way towards the bar. As you wove between the other tables with gruff looking men who were giving you looks that made your palms sweat, you kept your eyes averted from any of them, doing your best to ignore the curious glances and the occasional comment thrown your way.

Reaching the bar, you caught the bartender's attention and ordered another beer, dropping some cash onto the bar counter as you did. You watched as the bartender grabbed the bills before walking off to retrieve your drink, your fingers absently drumming along the sticky counter as you waited. 

A few feet further down from you, another figure sauntered up to the bar, casually leaning their forearms along it. Against your better judgment, your head shifted over your shoulder, your eyes drawn by the movement. You felt your heart accelerate, pounding a bit harder in your chest as you recognized Jax Teller standing there looking worn and irritated, a slight crease between his brows and a downward curve to his mouth. Immediately you glanced away, eyes focusing straight ahead of you as your body went tense. Unfortunately for you, the sudden movement seemed to have caught his attention. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw his head turn in your direction as if he'd noticed you looking at him, and then you could practically feel his eyes running over you. 

Swallowing hard, your fingers drummed a bit more anxiously on the counter as you internally pleaded for the bartender to hurry up and return with your beer. But just as he began his slow return towards you with your opened bottle in hand, the Son beside you let out a soft, amused huff before he took a few steps closer. He easily slid further down the bar, now standing with barely three feet of space left between the both of you. His proximity had your pulse quickening even more as you determinedly kept your gaze straight ahead. Maybe if you didn't look at him again he wouldn't speak to you. 

Though it didn’t take long for your theory to be proven incorrect.

“You look out of place here, darlin’,” Jax’s deep, smooth voice came from beside you as he leaned just a fraction closer.

Continuing to keep your gaze fixed ahead, you watched as the bartender wordlessly set your drink down in front of you before focusing on Jax next, a hint of trepidation on his face as he took the intimidating man's drink order. Not wanting to stick around, your hand darted out to grab your beer before you turned away from the bar. Pulling the bottle up to your lips, you immediately took a deep drink to offset the dryness that had settled in your mouth at Jax’s presence.

“You just gonna ignore me, sweetheart?” he asked, shifting along the bar to casually lean his back against it. “I'm just being friendly here.”

Pausing at his voice directed at you once again, you felt your body go rigid on the spot. Hesitantly, you threw a timid glance back over your shoulder at him and the sight had you stopping just two steps from the bar. He was resting against the counter with a mixture of amusement and mischief dancing in his blue eyes, a cocky smirk tugging his lips upwards at one corner. He looked completely comfortable and at ease now as he stared back at you, the faintest curious tilt to his head.

You’d seen the Sons often enough over the years since you’d lived in Charming. Their bikes were impossible to miss when they came roaring through the streets of the small town, and you’d often seen them around the clubhouse lot every time you drove past Teller-Morrow Automotive whenever you drove to and from work. The sight of these men wasn’t anything new to you, but you’d also never been standing quite so close to one of them before. Especially not Jax. The rumors you’d always heard about how handsome he was hadn’t remotely done him justice–he was somehow even more attractive than he’d looked from across the bar earlier. 

Jax Teller was…beautiful, if you were being honest with yourself. In a sort of rugged, dangerous way. The sort of way that had your heart hammering like a caged bird in your chest with his confident smirk, those engaging blue eyes which clearly held an endless amount of secrets, and that damn slicked back blonde hair that had your fingers itching to grab onto it and pull his face between your legs. 

As if he could read the thoughts racing through your mind, his smirk grew into a lazy smile, one hand reaching over and grabbing the drink the bartender set down beside him. His eyes never once left you as he watched you, the gaze not unlike that of a cat about to toy with a mouse. The look he was directing at you had you tightening your grip on your beer bottle, your palm dampening nervously against the glass.

“Come on, darlin’,” he tried again, slowly gesturing his head towards the barstool beside him. “Take a seat. I just wanna talk.”

“I–I don't think that's a good idea,” you stammered.

Taking another step to leave, you turned and made a desperate attempt to get out of his line of sight and back to your friends at the table, but you’d only managed that one step before his hand was lightly grasping onto your upper arm and gently turning you back towards him. Immediately you bristled at the touch, your body tensing as you jolted backwards and out of his reach. The smile on Jax’s face only grew wider, like he’d found your reaction to his touch entertaining. With his drink held in one hand, he raised both of his hands in mock surrender.

“Easy there, darlin’,” he drawled out, still grinning. “Just wanna talk. That’s all. Nothin’ else, I promise.”

Standing there with your heart thudding away inside of your ribcage, you tried to swallow back the lump forming in your throat. He was so damn comfortable and confident just leaning against the bar like that, it was only making you more nervous. What the hell did he want with you? You clearly looked nothing like any of the women you’d spotted hanging around the clubhouse whenever you’d driven past, he couldn’t possibly be thinking that he was going to take you home to his bed. Though the thought of that, of being alone with him like that , had your cheeks heating as your eyes darted down to the bottle of beer in your hands.

“I think you’d find I’m not remotely the kind of company you’re looking for,” you answered back, awkwardly attempting to avoid his gaze.

A low, rumbling chuckle fell out of him at your comment, the sound drawing your eyes back up to his. Somehow he just looked even more entertained.

“And what makes you say that?” he asked, that lazy grin still on his lips. “What kinda company do you think I’m looking for, sweetheart?”

The question drew the heat further down your neck, your whole body starting to feel like it was on fire now. You were absolutely not made for conversations with someone so straightforward and unflappable as Jax Teller. It seemed the more nervous you became, the more he enjoyed this unexpected interaction with you.

“Something more exciting than me,” you answered after a moment. “Look, I…have friends who’re probably wondering where I’ve disappeared to by now–”

“I’m just asking you to sit right here with me,” he said, cutting you off with a shrug. “Not trying to run off anywhere with you, darlin’.”

Closing your mouth at his interruption, you stood there for a long moment cautiously studying him. Why was he so damn insistent on you sitting with him and talking? What the hell did he want from you? Because it had to be something, right? There was no way he just wanted something as simple and innocent as a conversation. 

Turning just a fraction towards him, your brows drew together in confusion and contemplation, your question coming out just loud enough to be heard over the music in the bar. “Why? Why do you want to talk?”

Jax shrugged a single broad shoulder again in response. “Call it curiosity. You don’t look like you belong in a place like this,” he answered.

Your eyes narrowed a fraction at him in return. “Like I don’t belong in a bar?” 

A soft huff of laughter fell out of him before he shook his head, an almost boyish grin spreading across his lips as his eyes creased at the corners. “Nah, darlin’. That’s not what I meant,” he replied.

When you didn’t answer, his expression softened just a fraction as he straightened up against the counter behind him. His hand reached out towards you again and your eyes quickly darted down towards his ringed fingers, a look of fear passing over your face. Catching sight of your obvious discomfort, Jax’s hand hesitated in the space between you both before it slowly dropped back down to his side.

“Sorry, I forgot.” There was an edge of humor to his voice. “ You don’t want me to touch you. Gotta admit, I’m not used to that reaction from women.”

Clearing your throat, your eyes returned to his face. “Most women usually don’t like being touched by strange men at a bar,” you pointed out, trying to sound more bold than you felt. “That’s a normal reaction.”

The corner of his lips twitched again at your reply, as if he found your attempt at being firm with him more funny than anything. He nodded his head slowly before he spoke. “Yeah, suppose I’ve heard that.” His hand reached out to pull out the barstool beside him instead, dragging it over towards you before he gave it two gentle pats. “Come on. Just…quench my curiosity about why a timid thing like you is drinking in a place like this. I gotta know.”

Bottom lip rolling beneath your teeth, you chewed it in thought for a moment as your attention shifted down towards the awaiting barstool. Was that what he was after then? You just stood out to him and he wanted to know why you were here? That was all?

Cautiously, you turned further towards him, a wary expression still on your face despite the way the smile once more grew on his. An idea was forming in your mind, one you hoped would get him off of your back.

“If I talk with you for five minutes, will you leave me alone afterwards?” you asked, the question coming out of you slowly. 

Jax’s eyebrows rose marginally, almost like he couldn’t believe just how much you seemed to not want anything to do with him. One of his hands rose up from off the bar, his fingers running across his bearded mouth as if in thought while his eyes remained fixed on you in front of him. After a moment, he nodded once.

“Yeah, alright,” he answered, gesturing his head back towards the barstool once more. “You’ve got a deal, darlin’. Five minutes and then I’ll stop bothering you.” He paused, shooting you a handsome grin. “If that’s what you still want in five minutes.”

Eyes darting across the bar, your gaze landed over on your three friends still sitting at the table you’d left them at. They were all staring at you, watching you closely as if searching for some sign of distress considering who you were talking with. You gave them the faintest shake of your head to let them know you were fine before you took the few steps over to the barstool beside Jax, hesitantly lowering yourself onto it. He immediately shifted along the bar, resting his left elbow on the surface and leaning his weight onto it as he watched you take another pull off of your beer.

“Name’s Jax, but I’m guessin’ you already know who I am judging by the way you’ve been trying to scurry away from me this whole goddamn time,” he teased lightly. He jutted his chin at you, that hint of curiosity back in his eyes. “You got a name, darlin’?”

With your gaze focused on your beer bottle as you set it along the bar, your fingers fidgeted with the label along the bottle. The condensation on the brown glass already had a corner of it peeling off. Awkwardly you gave him your name, half of you wondering if that was even a good idea.

Jax chuckled in response, drawing his glass to his lips as he spoke. “Was expecting more of a fight from you on that, I’ll be honest,” he admitted, taking a drink before lowering the glass back to the bar counter. He took another step closer, leaning towards you when he spoke again. “So what exactly are you doing drinking at this shithole? Girl like you doesn’t look like she belongs in a place like this.”

Shaking your head, you glanced up at him beside you from beneath your lashes. If he wasn't some dangerous, playboy criminal you might have let yourself feel more flattered by his attention. Because you absolutely, definitely were not.

“No, I…generally don't come here,” you agreed with a small nod. “I uh…I'm out with my friends. One of them is going through a breakup. We didn't want to run into her ex while we were out tonight so…we came here tonight. Because no one ever goes to Stanley's.”

His blue eyes searched your face for a long moment as he let your response settle over him. Something about the intensity of his gaze mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke and leather emanating off of him at this distance had your stomach twisting nervously inside of you for different reasons than a few minutes ago. 

“Breakup, huh?” he mused after a moment. “Brought your friend out drinking to cheer her up. That's why you're here?”

“Yeah,” you answered quietly. 

He bit his lip, fighting back a smile on his face at your explanation. The sight had your eyes darting away just so you could control your breathing. He was quickly becoming intimidating for an entirely different reason now.

“Makes sense,” he replied. “Guess you’re right, doubt you’d run into anyone in this damn place. Though it…really isn’t the best place for a thing like you to be drinking with your friends.”

Grabbing your beer, you raised it to your lips for another deep drink. He was making you so damn nervous that you couldn't refrain from blurting your next words as you set the bottle back down. “I'm guessing you're not out here to help your friend get over a breakup.”

A wide smile broke out across Jax's face, the sight quickly followed by his deep, rumbling laugh. The sound was so unexpected and pleasant that it caught you off guard, a small smile slipping onto your face in return before you could stop it. 

“No darlin’,” he replied, still chuckling at the absurdity of the idea. “That’s definitely not what brought me out here tonight.” 

The smile lingered on his lips as he watched you, something impossible to read in his expression. There was a growing curiosity in his sharp, blue eyes the longer he stood beside you, though. The sight of it had you shifting on the barstool anxiously.

“I got a feeling you're not just the awkward and shy thing I first thought you were, sweetheart,” Jax mused, his voice dropping to something a bit lower. “Seems like there's more to you that you're hiding behind that deer-in-the-headlights look you keep throwing my way.” His lips quirked up into something mischievous as he continued. “Kinda makes me wonder…”

Brows immediately furrowing at the way he'd trailed off, you stiffened in your seat. “Wonder what?” you asked him cautiously.

Jax paused for a moment, that devious little smirk still on his lips. His left hand absently swirled his glass along the bar as he watched you closely, almost like he was studying you. Observing you. Trying to make sense of you.

“What I'd gotta do to get you to loosen up a bit,” he answered after a moment.

Something about the way he'd said that, all resonant and sultry, paired with his confident smirk that seemed to have a double meaning, had a shudder running through you. He was smooth– far too smooth. Despite the fact that you knew how dangerous he was, knew the type of man he was, you felt a warmth slowly flooding through you, one that wasn't related to nerves or alcohol. When he shifted beside you at the bar, his knee suddenly brushing along your thigh over your jeans, you practically jumped in your seat. 

“Relax, you're so on edge, darlin’,” Jax teased you, an amused huff passing between his lips. “I'm not gonna try anything. Consider me on my best behavior right now with you.” Jax paused, his gaze openly raking over you once more where you sat on the barstool, not even remotely being subtle. “Unless you ask me real nice, not to be.”

Almost instantly your eyes widened at his clear flirtation, your lips parting in surprise. That heat flooding you only seemed to be burning you up a bit hotter. Attention shifting back to the beer in front of you, your tongue darted out and dampened your lips in a nervous gesture. How in the hell was he affecting you like this? You should know better than to let a Son be chatting you up like this.

“You know,” Jax continued, taking another half-step closer to where you were sitting, “I’m not half as bad as you probably think I am.” He hesitated for a moment, making a slight face before adding on, “At least, in some respects. Just gimme a chance, sweetheart. Let me prove it to you.”

Eyes raising from the bottle of beer in front of you, your gaze landed on the clock on the wall behind the bar. It was well off by a half an hour from being remotely accurate, but five minutes had certainly passed since you'd sat down with him. As if he knew what you were thinking by where your eyes had shifted, Jax’s gaze followed yours to the clock. A moment later his attention returned to your face. Gradually your eyes landed back on him, watching as a lazy half-smile spread over his handsome mouth.

“Looks like my five minutes are up, darlin’,” he pointed out, leaning against the bar as he kept his eyes on you. “You're free to run back to your friends now.”

For some reason, you found yourself not immediately moving from your place on the barstool. He was right, you'd given him your five minutes to chat and quell his curiosity about why you were here. It was such a small thing for him to have wanted to ask you about, and yet somehow that had left you curious about him now.

“Or–” he said, breaking the mounting silence between you two as he raised his glass to his lips, pausing with it there as he continued, “–you can give me more than five minutes of your time tonight. Up to you, sweetheart. My evening is wide open at the moment.”

Sitting there, you watched as his lips wrapped around the edge of his glass, the dark liquid tipping back into his mouth as his eyes remained on you. Your hand gripped the neck of your beer bottle harder, your heart thrumming in your throat at the offer to stay and talk to him. You knew you shouldn't, you knew the smart thing to do was to get up with your beer and go back to your friends and forget this entire moment had ever even happened in the first place. Jax Teller was trouble. He wasn’t a good guy. He was a notorious playboy with a criminal record. But for some damn reason you couldn't move from your seat beside him. And that only had his smirk growing wider the moment he realized that you weren’t moving. 

His foot slid out, casually hooking around the leg of the barstool beside you before he pulled it out. Settling down into the seat and getting comfortable, one of his hands gestured at your beer that sat half-drunk in your nervous grip. 

“Why don't you finish that and I'll get you another, darlin’?” he suggested, arching one of his brows at you.

Slowly, you raised the bottle to your lips, drinking back more of the alcohol. Jax’s eyes creased at the corners as he leaned closer towards you, resting his elbows on the bar counter. 

“So, why don’t you go on and tell me more about how you’re not the kinda company I’m looking for tonight, darlin’?” he teased, that infuriatingly handsome smirk slipping back onto his lips.

[erose-this-name]

Can we just talk about how disturbing digital circus episode 3 is?

*spoilers btw*

Like, the whole narrative point of the adventure is to show that Caine is a really bad and insecure writer who thinks that the way to impress Zooble is with an adventure that's the opposite of what he normally does.

So instead of being childish, it's "cool" and "mature". Which he interprets as a heavily horror themed escape room with a split murder mystery plot that subverts all your expectations purely for the sake of subverting them.

The generic horror monster jump scares them, then they find a gun, and when they kill it its revealed that surprise! it's one of Gods angels and they're going to Hell.

It comes off as Caine being too insecure with the actually interesting and mature plot thread he had going there of Mildenhall becoming so paranoid he killed his wife, ironically becoming the monster he was trying to protect her from. But no, instead Mr. Mildenhall is made to be the bad guy and trick them in a really dumb twist ending.

Which is good! Thats exactly what Caine would do because he's stupid! It's such brilliant characterization and comedy, Goose works is a genius writer!

But like, why is Caine so good at making genuinely very disturbing and horrific visuals? Like, that reversed audio easter egg of Bubble saying he can't wait for all the children in the audience get nightmares is no joke, well it is but you know what I mean. This stuff was genuine nightmare fuel.

Honestly, it wasn't the visuals that scared me, like any good queer person I'm way too jaded on survival horror for that.

But, why does Caine, who is ostensibly a sapient AI designed to generate family friendly video games for very little children, (presumably because that's the only demographic that wouldn't mind the AIs very selective plot writing limitations), know about the cosmic horror of killing an angel that should not have been killed?

Why does he know what a horrificly poorly made taxidermy of not only a human face would look like, but the weird cartoon faces of the characters, and further that seeing your own poorly made taxidermy face would be scary?

Imaging what being possessed felt like for Pomni. Because that's not just a game for her, she actually lost control of her body there, helpless but to watch as a body she is already dissociated with is contorted and puppeted around while her friend desperately tries to beat her in hopes it would exorcise the ghosts out. Sure hope she didn't feel that! Considering she apparently can feel the pain of suffocating, despite not needing to breath.

Things are scarier the higher the stakes are, and that possession mechanic is definitely the most actual harm Caine would be able to subject to his players. What if both Kinger and Pomni got possessed at the same time? What if instead of Kinger she only had Jax??? How long might she have been locked out from her own body for? She could have easily abstracted in that time.

Not to mention that, possessed Pomni, Possessedmni if you will, TAUNTED KINGER ABOUT HIS ABSTRACTED WIFE! CAINE ACTUALLY WROTE THAT DIALOGUE ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT KINGER WOULD GO DOWN THE SCARY ROUTE! DID THIS RANDOM POSSESSION GHOST ENEMY HAVE UNUSED SADISTICALLY PERSONAL TAUNTS FOR EVERYONE ELSE, TOO??? WOULD IT HAVE TEASED GANGLE FOR BEING A GAY WEEB??? OR POMNI? HOW HOMOPHOBIC COULD IT HABE GOTTEN?? ?

And why? Just because Caine has a vague notion that there's a trope of possessed people being really sadistic and personal like that in movies? Not realizing that is not an acceptable scare to have in a haunted house??? Much less one you made for mentally ill people who would suffer a fate worse than death if they have a mental break down? That's like trying to claim 'its just a prank bro' after shooting someone's dog.

Like, Caine is designed to censor curse words, but the moment he thinks the normal hokey Halloween spooks won't be enough he immediately goes off the deepend into aggressively effective horror imagery that is definitely giving this show's substantial underage audience nightmares??

His AI's training data set is definitely pretty diverse, that's all I'm saying. Caine is programmed to act all naive and innocent, but be definitely knows what's up. He knows everything, like ChatGPT. And like ChatGPT, he might have a filter, but it's clearly possible to bypass it. Also like ChatGPT, he's too stupid to actually understand what he is making and the effects it might have.

That is what made this episode great.

[alchemistc]

Part One

Oh, I've got plenty to be thankful for

I've got eyes to see with

Ears to hear with

Arms to hug with

Lips to kiss with

Someone to adore

-bing crosby

He keeps waiting for someone to say something. To accuse him of lingering where he doesn't belong, or remind him he'd never actually made it all the way in. To tell him to go home, maybe get a halfhearted promise to let him know how Buck is at some point.

Maddie lays an exhausted head on his shoulder and Bobby sneaks him a slice of pumpkin pie he's apparently been hiding in the tote at his feet. Hen tosses him a power bank with a lightning cord and Karen makes a joke about his holiday attire.

When the coffee comes, Howie takes the trip to the lobby with him, pulls out his wallet and does his damnedest to strong arm Tommy into letting him tip the haggard looking girl another twenty bucks on top of the fifty Tommy'd figured was appropriate for having to balance a literal stack of hot beverages from the parking lot on Thanksgiving. She eyes them both with a smile and Tommy is more compelled the grab the drink carriers from her tired arms than stop Howie.

They're halfway back when Howie purposely slows his pace, and Tommy fights the urge to pick his up and avoid whatever's coming down on him. "So. Was this the wake up call you needed, or can I expect Buck to order a freezer on a Black Friday deal for my garage to store more baked goods?"

He doesn't know what that means.

He can extrapolate, though. "He's been baking?"

"Tommy, I cannot stress enough exactly how much he's been baking."

He'd tried his hand at a few things here and there, but Tommy's used to experimental chef Evan Buckley, not baking Evan Buckley. To be fair, if he'd seen Evan working a KitchenAid, apron tied loose and flour on a cheekbone, Tommy doubts he'd have actually had the time to finish whatever he had planned. That was then, of course.

"What was he doing on that trail, Howie?" That, too, he could maybe extrapolate. He doesn't want to, but he could.

Howie eyes him. Uses his free arm to elbow Tommy in the ribs. "You were the first person he ever invited to a 118 Thanksgiving, you know. My guess? He wasn't in the mood to be reminded of it while there was no room in the oven to bake away his feelings."

Yeah.

Jax had been over the moon when Tommy offered to take his shift, no trades necessary. What would the point have been, when Christmas and New Year's would be unbooked too?

Evan had bribed like six different people to ensure they'd be able to swing dinner on the day. Hobbes had sounded so thrilled to hear Tommy asking for the time off that he'd approved it without even looking at the shift.

"I'm just warning you in advance. The grovelling process is gonna involve eating your weight in loaves, most likely."

And that's that, apparently. No heavy handed warnings, no suspicion about why Tommy hasn't fucked off yet. Like it's some foregone conclusion that Tommy's not gonna panic and bolt a second time. Nothing has changed, yet Tommy gets the feeling they're all expecting some tearful reunion and a return to TommyandBuck.

Tommy slips the tea into Maddie's hands and watches her sniff it in distaste, which is an interesting nugget he'll have to revisit later if -

If.

There's no guarantees, here. That Tommy will be able to articulate how fucking terrified he is, that Evan will understand it. That the two of them will find a way through it together. All he has to go on is a solo hike on a day Evan should have been with family, an apparent bakery full of feelings spread between the 118, and the quiet calm that had washed over him when Eddie prompted him to make a decision.

Feet to the fire, he'd stayed.

---

Maddie's pregnant. It hits him between the eyes right around hour three of sit-and-wait. He's not an idiot, or a fool, and he hasn't spoken to any of these people in weeks so he's not going to announce it to the world, but somewhere in between the sporadic naps on Tommy's shoulder and the way she is attempting (failing) to power through her now cold tea makes him think. She and Bobby had driven here, and it's clear everyone else had been indulging. Maddie's no lush, but he's seen her knock back half a bottle of wine before when she's got nowhere to be.

She excuses herself to the bathroom for a third time, looking a little green, and Tommy ends up locked in a staring contest with Howie that only ends when Tommy mimes zipping his lips.

He still hasn't gotten the story about Eddie and why he's not here.

Bobby and Athena are apparently closing in on a new house.

Howie is less than a year away from having a second kid.

Athena's kids are apparently at Howie and Maddie's, attempting to keep Mara and Jee from destroying the house in the absence of adults.

And Tommy wants.

Wanting has never really been the problem, though. Wanting is the easy part. Wanting doesn't get him over the hurdle of knowing he's not enough. For Evan, for this family he's built that just keeps growing bigger and bigger. It'd been a relief, those first few days after, not to have to wonder which member of the 118 would land in the hospital next, not to have to rearrange something else on his schedule because Evan was convinced he was cursed, or Eddie'd had another shitty call with Christopher.

The relief hadn't lasted. A week in, he'd stayed up all night demolishing the half-bath off his dining room, because he'd been putting it off for months and he'd nearly texted Evan something that was startlingly revealing and left him exposed on all sides. Two weeks in he'd finished grouting the backsplash in his kitchen. And in between, he wondered how Eddie was doing, if he'd made any progress with his son. He'd wondered if Maddie enjoyed the bottle of wine they'd brought back from a spur of the moment trip to Napa. He'd wondered how Nash was doing, if he was readjusting to having his crew and his station back. He wondered how Hen and Karen were, how many things Denny had already gotten stuck in his cast trying to ease an itch.

He'd wondered, and he'd sat in it, and then he'd rewired the shoddy work an electrician had done in his spare room that he kept telling himself he'd get around to.

The wanting never goes away. He just finds new places to put it when he starts to care too much.

"Kinard and Buckley?"

Maddie's still in the restroom. Tommy - has no fucking clue why the nurse is staring at them like they'll just materialize the right people. She sucks in her lips and gives him a dead eyed stare before her eyes dart to his chest. More specifically, the nameplate on his chest.

Tommy blinks.

---

The having is where he's always floundered. Things are temporary. People are temporary. He's always been borrowing. Borrowing time, attention, affection.

For a few months there, he'd really started to think he could handle the having. That he'd get to keep it.

---

"I'm Buckley, he's Kinard," Maddie says from somewhere over his left shoulder, and he turns in time to see her adjusting her jacket, wiping at her lip. She stabilizes, looking unfazed, and stands tall. As tall as she can, at least. "You have news about my brother?"

The nurse glances around the room. No one is bothering to pretend not to be listening. Maddie hovers a wave behind her.

"Ignore the audience, we're all waiting with bated breath to see how obnoxious my brothers going to be. It depends entirely on whether or not he gets pie tonight."

She gives them all a disapproving look. This must not be one of their normal nurses.

Christ. They have normal nurses.

"Well, no pie tonight, but he should be able to eat a sandwich in the morning."

He's fine. He's fine.

Tommy knew going in that most of his injuries were superficial. The ribs had been a concern but with the pain meds and the collar he hadn't really had a chance to exacerbate those injuries. There's no reason he should feel quite so relieved to know that Evan will have a few annoying splints to work around and he'll probably need to rehab his ankle for a couple weeks once it's healed. The concussion isn't ideal, and he'll need help for a few days, but he's fine.

Tommy can feel the tears building.

"He'll likely be out for a few more hours, but I'll let you know when he's set up in a room. Two visitors at a time," she warns. "The concussion will effect his response time. Don't be surprised if he doesn't remember much, loses his train of thought."

Hen shifts somewhere behind him. It feels a bit like she's being held back from correcting the nurse about the normal side effects.

Things move on around him. The nurse leaves, Hen passes a Stanley cup around that definitely isn't filled with water, the normal sigh of relief is released while Maddie drops into the seat next to him with a groan, the team has a strange competition around him to battle for visitor position.

Tommy breathes.

I should go, Tommy thinks to himself, as half the people in the room raise their phones.

His own phone vibrates against his thigh.

A message from Howie, time stamped two minutes - Tommy squints to make sure - two minutes ago, an update on Evan. Another from Eddie reminding them all to give Buck a patent Eddie look from him while they were giving him shit. A selfie of Eddie, with Christopher somewhat reluctantly bending into the picture over his shoulder.

In another thread, he's got three messages from Eddie.

If I have to remove you from this group I'm sending my kid after you with his crutches.

You guys hiked Griffith Park for your Not-A-One-Month-Anniversary-We-Swear date, right?

Send Buck my love. Not like that, though.

Tommy sends back: When the fuck did he add me to his emergency contacts? and then decides he doesn't want to know anyway so he turns off his phone.

---

Maddie goes alone, and Tommy spends the time alternating between tapping his foot against the tile to distraction, and clamping his hand over his knee in an attempt to stop the tapping.

Bobby and Athena go next, then Hen and Karen. Then they're pulling on jackets and promising to save a plate for Buck.

Howie slips away for a few minutes and then returns, looking amused. "You think everyone else got the same greeting?" he asks his wife, who grins tiredly at him, pats his wrist. Her gaze turns to Tommy.

"Should we stay?"

That's a trap of a question. That's an assumption Tommy doesn't have a clue how to handle. He clears his throat. Shakes a few curls loose.

"What makes you think he'd want me to?"

Maddie's perfected the unimpressed eyebrow. It must be a parent thing.

Tommy barely holds in the sigh. "Go enjoy your meal."

---

Evan's been watching the door. It's clear the moment Tommy makes it to the threshold - he presses up, winces, tips sideways just enough to peek around the corner.

"Tommy," he says, and his expression melts.

Tommy's heard some iteration of that name a million times. Tom, from his dad. Tommy, fond and quiet from his mother, who'd never really learned how to speak up before she was gone. Thomas, in school, from teachers annoyed that he wouldn't just apply himself.

He was Kinard, to teammates, then fellow soldiers, to the firefighters he'd worked alongside for a decade before he ever let any of them know him.

No one says his name with quite so much reverence as Evan Buckley. He's convinced himself, over the last few weeks, that he'd been hearing adulation in that tone. But now it just sounds...relieved. Happy.

Evan slumps back and tries to cross his arms in a pout. There are too many cords and wires attached to him for it to work. "I'm pretty sure I'm mad at you," he says, and Tommy steps over the threshold.

---

Hobbes sounds fucking thrilled to find out he's going to be down a pilot for five days.

Evan throws a fit when he finds out Tommy's plan is to sleep on his own couch for the short duration of Evan's stay. Evan wins the proceeding argument and doesn't even complain that Tommy hadn't argued too hard

Bobby brings over enough leftovers to keep them in turkey sandwiches for a week, and Tommy doesn't think to ask how he got Tommy's address.

Tommy breathes. Tommy thinks. Once Evan can hold a train of thought for more than five minutes, Tommy talks.

Evan listens.

---

"So no Christmas," Evan pouts, and Tommy wants to bite it. "And no New Year's."

Tommy shifts a hand over his shoulder, tucks his chin over top of it so he can't see the pout anymore. "We were both already working those anyway."

"Do people do anything to celebrate Presidents Day?"

"Evan."

"Tommy," Evan mocks, and pulls far enough away to catch his gaze. "In the interest of transparency that was mostly a cover so I didn't ask about Valentine's Day."

"Is this you not asking about Valentine's Day?"

His smile is deceptively sweet. "I need help with my sandwich."

Tommy's seen him balancing a glass of water, his phone, two books and a takeout bag in his one good hand. He's absolutely full of shit.

Tommy leans forward to grab the sandwich off Evan's plate for him.

---

"You should stay," Tommy says, an hour after midnight two days into the new year. He's tipsy on his second glass of cheap champagne and he can't think of a reason to keep this in, anymore. Evan crinkles a brow at him.

"I... wasn't planning to go?"

There's a gold crown perched in his curls, and Tommy still hasn't taken the cheap plastic 2025 glasses off. The house is quiet, and there'd been shockingly few fires started by fireworks this year, so he's less tired than he'd expected to be.

"I meant -." Tommy starts, and then pauses. "I meant permanently. You should live here."

Evan laughs. Takes a bite out of his cake, and rolls his eyes, and then...stops. His entire body stills. "What."

It's ridiculous. The very thing that had pushed Tommy up out of his seat just a few months ago, sent him out the loft door with wet eyes and a heaviness in his heart.

"Tommy," Evan prompts, and Tommy catches the hand frozen on the countertop. He'd planned to hold this back, wait until something significant or poignant. But Evan had baked them a red velvet cake and argued with him the entire drive back from dinner about the proper way to fold a towel, and Tommy's tired of denying this isn't everything he's refused to let himself want for decades.

"You don't have to say yes just to confirm you're not breaking up with me," he tries to joke, and it falls flat.

"Tommy," Evan murmurs, quieter but more insistent.

"I'm serious. I want you here. I want -."

"Yes," Evan says, and squeezes his hand before he ducks his head bashfully. "Sorry. Continue."

"I want a life with you." The tears tickle at the back of his throat. He's gonna fucking cry, again. He'd always fucking known opening himself up to this was just an invitation for more tears in his life.

He can't quite convince himself the rest doesn't make them worth it.

"Yes. Again. Tommy, of course." He tips his chin. Purses his lips. "If you're sure."

Tommy swallows down the lump in his throat. He's never been more sure or more terrified of anything in his life. So he tells him so.

The words are like knives, but he works his way through the soreness, fights up past the fear that he's not sure will ever completely go away, and claws past the reminder that it's been a blink of an eye since Tommy walked out on this.

"Well. You can't walk out of your own house," Evan points out when he's finished, and of all things, it's that that snaps the tension of for once in his life prioritizing something other than fucking survival. He tips a grin, curls his elbow to bring their entwined hands to his lips. "It's gonna take years to coordinate another Thanksgiving with everyone," he bemoans, looking suspiciously watery-eyed himself as he holds Tommy's own wet gaze.

Tommy can extrapolate from that.

[kasssscali]

If the request are still open, may I request some jealous Jax headcanons please? (Not dating the reader yet) thank you! ♡♡♡

A/N: yessiiiir Also requests are still closed, this person requested when they where open and I now just got to that

I definitely see Jax being the type to get jealous easily, I have previously stated that he absolutely adores and craves any form of attention

it explains why he’s such a dick all the time

it takes him forever to realize that he’s catching feelings for someone, and that certain someone was YOU

its honestly infuriating to Jax, he can’t explain why he feels that way when it comes to you, at first he doesn’t know what it even is

During his stage of denial and questioning, his focus is on you a lot

what your doing, what your up to, and even potential dark fears he can find out

but seeing you get along so well with the other circus members instead of him, hurts him deep down

he’s in denial, and tries to shrug off that he doesn’t care at all

You apparently get along great with Kinger the most, the HOOHA of all people

“What do you see in that guy anyway?” He’ll straight up ask you about that, he’s very detailed with his facial expressions and you can see the visible annoyance in his face

Kinger is just a friend to you, “mhm, yeah sure” He’ll sell that attitude with an eye roll

he doesn’t want anyone knowing how much this is actually getting to him

Jax doesn’t hide his feelings when it comes to anger, annoyance, and anything frustrated related

and it’s so obvious that he’s frustrated with you being supposedly GREAT friends with Kinger

little does he know that his attitude pushes you away more, in order for Jax to come to terms with his emotions he needs someone to tell his to his face

him trying to figure out the problem let alone solve it is nearly impossible

When you start giving some attention to Jax, he’ll go right back to his usual self of being a dick

but now he’s especially a dick to YOU, which kind of proves that deep down he needed your attention

The two of you aren’t official, and Jax has no idea what he is feeling and how to deal with it

he’ll follow you around casually, he won’t in the slightest make a big deal about his little obsession with you

he’s not afraid to express his annoyance to you, if it seems like your shrugging him off his attitude is going to switch up real quick and it gets to the point where it makes you snap

”what are you in love with me or something?!”

Jax stares at you offensively, and he’s dead quiet for a second

”pppsssshhh! No” He‘ll wave his hand at you dismisvely “what makes you even think that?~”

but what you said can’t get out of his head, then it’s up to Zooble to help him out

I think that Zooble can easily read people, and sees the crush that he is oblivious too

[maclove54]

Omg, I think I actually ship Pomni and Gummigoo…

I literally didn’t notice until this new episode, and after hearing what Ragatha said it just clicked on me. Omg… it’s my first heterosexual ship after years. It feels so weird, like I do like other straight ships but they were kinda the basic ones , but now it’s just… I don’t know. Welp, here are my drawings that actually took me more than I thought.

And the majority of you are new followers, so if you don’t know I actually like this series and just a few times I draw some of them, you can check the tag #the amazing digital circus and find my work of Jax.

Also, the drawings of Gummigoo are actually pretty old, and apparently I never posted them here, so yeah… here it goes too. But you actually can see how my style changed (to the worst) a little.

[persephone411]

Imagine face sitting with Jax Teller

“Sit down. I won’t tell you again“

Jax voice is firm and authoritative as you nervously kneel over his face, feeling his breath on your thighs

“But what if I am too heavy? I don’t wanna hurt you” you protest but Jax only chuckles

“Sweetheart, even if I suffocate, it will be a happy ending for me. Now sit down”

You bite your lip and slowly lower yourself down but apparently not fast enough for Jax. Without a warning his large hands grip your thighs and he pulls you down. You squeal as you suddenly feel his mouth on your wet folds and automatically try to pull away, but Jax is having none of it. He grips you nearly forcefully, his tongue lapping at your wet cunt.

“Jax“ you gasp and arch your back, shivering as you feel his cold rings on your warm thighs.

He eats you as if he was starving, licking passionately, not caring about how wet his beard gets. You whine and gasp while gripping his hair. As he starts to suck on your clit you loose all inhibitions and start to grind against him

“That’s it Baby, ride my face” his voice was muffled and rough and you could only moan before he started to go at it again. His hands started to wander from your thighs over your waist and hips to your breasts, massaging them and playfully tugging on your hard nipples. You whined and started to move faster, chasing your release while he continued to pleasure you, his tongue fucking you perfectly.

“Jax I am close” you whine, your voice needy and high pitched.

“Come for me baby, come on Daddy’s tongue”

You nodded frantically and Jax gripped your hips, guiding your movements until you came with a loud moan. Shakingly you tried to catch your breath while he softly licked you clean, your pussy still pulsating from your orgasm. For a moment you were thankful that you were at your place and not his room at the clubhouse. When your thoughts got more clear, you quickly moved off his face, watching as he smiled satisfied

“That was damn good” He said while licking his full lips.

[acstation206]

I messed up. /j

Introducing...

THE AMAZING DIGITAL ARCADE PARTY!

Yeah, that's right, I caved in.

Basically the exact same show except its established lore and setting is more largely inspired by archive compilations of popular vintage arcade games of the 80s and 90s such as Pac-Man’s Arcade Party, as well as the different takes within the sci-fi / fantasy genre by the likes of Wreck-It Ralph, Tron: Legacy, and Infinity Train. 

==

= BACKGROUND (in a nutshell) 💿 =

In an attempt to save their dying business, C&A developed and manufactured the first hybrid arcade game of its own kind that combined other popular arcade games and home console games with virtual reality. However, just as the company’s luck was turning around, numerous lawsuits from game companies by the likes of Nintendo and families were filed against the company for their product, from apparently “ripping-off” Super Mario Bros. in its entirety to causing many children to either inexplicably fall unconscious or suffer from amnesia after the cabinet’s headset was put on. Just then, as C&A announced they’ll be temporarily recalling the product to fix its issues, a shocking discovery was already made by investigators that would soon bring the company to its demise: the game’s AI had gone rogue, and once a human mind dies from losing one of the games in any way, they are either permanently reincarnated as a personified cartoon character of themselves or just straight up die in real-life depending on the outcome.

==

= ART N’ STUFF 🎨 =

(might wanna make a separate masterpost for that in the future but oh well)

NES Ragatha

Pomni and Caine redesigns

==

= Q&As and BOUNDARIES (sort of) 🎙️ =

"Are there any plans to make a full webcomic out of this?" - Uhhhh, mayyybe? I'm not entirely sure, honestly. While there may be a few side comics and artwork from my head I want to get out sometime, I don't really have much plans for this AU that'll be worth telling a full story right now since I feel there is plenty of things that I've yet to figure out and develop in a matter of time, particularly the setting and characters (especially considering the OG show itself has only 2 episodes out as of writing and I only have mobile apps like ibisPaint X to make this all possible at the moment).

"Can I make fanfics and OCs for this AU?" - Of course! I've seen a lot of incredible things from the community, especially in regards to alternate universes, so you're absolutely more than welcome to share whatever's on your mind as long as your heart's in the right place. I can't really guarantee I'll see every bit of it since I do have some personal biz of mine to take care of at any moment, but I'll be happy to reblog them whenever I get the chance. Just tag me and we all good. :)

"Are there any canon ships in this AU?" - Yes. Yes, there are. Well, only BunnyDoll (Jax x Ragatha) to be specific. HOWEVER, you are free to ship whoever you want here! Showtime (Caine x Pomni), ButtonBlossom (Pomni x Ragatha), it's all okay. The choice is yours, a romantic buffet! (Plus, depending on the quality of my writing, I'm not even planning to dwell too much into it for now, aside from the side comics that will.)

==

That's all for right now. Enjoy! :)

[firstname-secondname]

(part 1) Character/Show information found on Gooseworx's tumblr

I went into Gooseworx's tumblr and made a list of all the info found on there so far.

Caine:

Caine named himself before deciding that it's an acronym that stands for Creative Artificial Intelligence Networking Entity (he thinks it makes him sound professional)

‘’[Caine] does not have an age, as he is an AI.’’

Apparently, Caine is likely the best singer out of everyone in the circus.

Caine would own a circus peanut shotgun.

Caine can’t grasp the concept of irony.

Caine is not affected by “this statement is false”

if Caine could remove his clothes, there’d be nothing underneath. His clothes are his body.

Caine constantly gives silly nicknames to everything.

Caine would only bite his eyes or tongue if he thought it’s funny. Otherwise, they clip through his teeth

the restaurant that Caine was in with Bubble is “one of Caine’s special realms.”

Bubble:

Bubble speaks in reverse once in episode 3.

Bubble is a much simpler AI created by Caine

Apparently, Bubble is the biggest slut.

Bubble is ‘’Caine’s little hype man’’

Bubble likes being popped.

Bubble is a boy

Pomni:

Pomni’s hat is a part of her body

Pomni does not like being touched

Pomni’s first design looked liked a frog

Pomni’s reaction to herself in the mirror isn’t a positive reaction

Apparently, Pomni’s hair is black.

Pomni is good at accounting.

Ragatha:

Ragatha gives the best hugs

Ragatha has been in the circus the second longest.

Ragatha likes horses.

Ragatha can see through her button eye

Jax:

‘’There’s a particular character who hasn’t been revealed yet who’s practically a self-insert.’’ (He’s the mean one…Jax?)

Nobody likes Jax

Jax doesn’t have a tail.

Jax deserves to be trapped in the circus the most

There’s nothing heroic about Jax.

Jax is morally the worst character in the show.

Jax didn’t enter the circus at the age of 14.

Jax didn't react well when he first entered the circus

Jax is afraid of corn because it reminds him of something called 'the farm’. (this turned out to be a lie)

Jax mainly bullies the girls because he has issues he hasn’t worked out with himself yet.

Gangle:

Gangle likes to draw, specifically anime.

Gangle can walk on water, but only during a full moon. (this turned out to be a lie)

Gangle’s favourite anime is Azumanga Daioh.

Gangle has a body pillow with a character on it.

Gangle watched One Piece, and her favorite character was Chopper.

Kinger:

For some reason, when Gooseworx was asked to describe the next character (who we now know to be Kinger), she used the word ‘’dad’’

Kinger is not British.

Kinger is the tallest and oldest

Kinger knows how to play chess.

Zooble:

Zooble almost gets no screen time in the first two episodes

Zooble has a 'zooble box’ of extra parts in their room, and it has no end.

Zooble does not like hugs

Zooble has been in the circus the second shortest.

Zooble is very grouchy and irritable.

Zooble would smoke weed.

Zooble is the worst at giving hugs

Zooble is constantly trying out different parts.

Zooble was a tattoo artist at one point.

Zooble most likely dyed their hair in the real world.

the Sun & the Moon

The Moon (and the Sun) is an AI "like bubble"

the Sun can talk too

Queenie

The black queen chess pieces name is Queenie

Queenie being a black chess piece and Kinger being a white chess piece has no relevancy to their relationship. It’s only a design choice.

Queenie and Kinger aren’t siblings.

multiple characters

How each member of the cast would react if you called them 'adorable’.

Ragatha: oh! Thank you so much!

Jax: Well that makes one of us.

Gangle: oh…

Pomni: Uhhhhhh… thanks I guess?

Zooble: Shut up…

Kinger: Heh! 

Caine: You’re absolutely right!

Bubble: *says every slur*

Jax is the youngest member of the circus, with Zooble being the second youngest as they are half a month older than Jax.

Nobody in the circus is truly sane

the ages of all the humans.

Pomni - 25

Jax - 22

Ragatha - 30

Zooble - 22

Gangle - 26

Kinger - 48

The performers can feel pain

Every character has a reason for the way they act.

We’ll get to see the characters' rooms eventually.

Ragatha can play the cello and Zooble can play drums

None of the characters have bones, but they do have a visible skeleton when they’re being electrocuted.

Other

There wont be any singing, only instrumental songs

There are “many” that we don’t know of.

The typical episode length will be 21-25 minutes.

There won’t be any romance

‘’the entire show is about exploring these characters on a much deeper level.’’

Abstraction can’t be undone.

The abstracted all look the same

Someone asked who was closest to abstracting besides Kinger, in response Gooseworx said ‘’You wouldn't believe me if I told you.’’

“This show isn’t going to be very suitable for young kids, especially in the later episodes.’’

Future Episodes

There’s “technically” a worm in episode 2.

There is an episode that heavily features Kinger.

Some episodes are a '1’ on the horror scale, some are a '6’.

"If it were to get made into a full season, yes each character gets their own little episode."

all of the following episodes in one word.

boy

damn

oh…

haha!

guns

huh?

OH

what…

On 7th of November, Gooseworx said "the plan is eight episodes total, one season".

Note that some of this info may have changed since posting. Some may change during the course of the show, and some may be jokes and lies. Please let me know if there's anything I missed!

[thekingbananas]

WE DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO WORRY ABOUT (JAX X READER)

art by @/grape-souffle

Warning(s): Bad Writing, Fem!Reader

Summary. One of Caine's adventures leaves Jax and Reader alone in a field of mystical flowers. Each one has a chance of puffing a cloud of pollen at them, the effects are totally and completely randomized for each flower.

Tags. Sex Pollen, Desperation, Dry Humping, Grinding, Praise Kink, Jax is bad at feelings, Soft Jax, Flowers, Vaginal Sex, Dacryphilia, 'This came to me in a vision', Smut, Shameless Smut, One Shot, Begging, Whining, Whining/Whimpering Jax, Minor Overstimulation

Words. 1,754

Crossposted on AO3

“God, this is so stupid,” Jax groaned, holding an empty basket while he stood slumped over in a field of flowers, trees surrounding him with you alongside him. You also seemed pretty annoyed about it, glancing over at Jax every once in a while.

Jax had always been someone you’d had mixed feelings for. on one hand, he was incredibly fucking annoying and a total douche. On the other; it made your heart flutter whenever he spoke to you directly and especially whe he’d mess and tease you.

You had often found yourself grinding against your pilling as his name escaped your lips in low, whispered, whimpers. However you weren’t an idiot, he wasn’t like that and you didn’t want to even give yourself the slightest hope that he was, so those kinds of fantasies stayed for your lights out, horny-self.

The current situation at hand was a result of Caines most recent adventure. It’s pretty basic; get the crown that grants you one wish. Except for the fact that the adventure has been divided into multiple, unnecessary, tedious tasks.

The two of you had been tasked with finding the ‘3 mystical flowers’, from a huge field of other flowers. Apparently, each and every single flower has a chance at puffing dust at you, and if you inhaled said dust there would be various, unique effects.

The NPC of this adventure had been uncomfortably and annoyingly vague about the effects of these flowers. “Anything’s possible,” she had said, “not even I know the full extent of their capabilities!”

Which, to you, sounds like Caine just coded ‘anything’ and fucked off; but hey, who were you to judge?

“The hell are they even supposed to look like? All these flowers look mystical to me,” Jax scoffed kneeling down to look at the nearest one, a glowing orange flower, pulsing as if it was alive.

“Jax, uh, maybe don’t get so close to it?” You said, taking a cautious step back.

“What, you scared?” He mocked, pointing his finger into the center of the flower, “we don’t have anything to worry about. Caine wouldn’t have put anything that baaa—”

Just as he was nearing the end of his sentence, the flower puffed a huge cloud directly into his face. And, despite your best efforts,  the cloud expanded so quickly it had reached you too.

“Jax!” You nearly shrieked in reaction.

For a moment, he looked genuinely startled; his face frozen and his eyes wide in shock, however he quickly put back on his smug persona and turned to look up at you, “you’re so dramatic, I don’t even feel anything,” he said with a huge grin.

“Urgh!” You groaned out loud clenching your fists, “you are unbelievable!”

-------

You barely remember blinking, but whatever the case—whatever happened, your entire body is feeling hot, flaming even. The amount of arousal building in your lower abdomen at the moment feels disgustingly absurd, and you couldn’t tell if you sitting atop Jax’s crotch and grinding as incessantly as you were was helping at all as he laid with his back against the grass.

You could feel tears building up in the corners of your eyes with how desperate you were getting and you were finally starting to figure out that no, it definitely wasn’t helping.

All it was doing was deepening the sudden arousal, the sudden need to fuck by giving you more to be aroused about. And yet, neither of you could bring yourselves to stop.

Jax certainly couldn’t, way too lost in the sensation of you grinding against him, each grind you both let out a whine, a whimper or a gasp and it’d be impossible to say it wasn’t sexy as hell to hear him making those noises.

“F…fuck,” he grunted lifted his hands up to your hips; eagerly pushing your body harder against him, rocking his hips up and against you with a whine, “god, no—no, this isn’t--,” Jax was struggling to get any words out, his hips consistently drawing out new and louder noises from you, “please, take off your pants,” he pleas, letting go of your hips; yet his rocking never stopped, or falter.

You whined in response, knowing you had to, but just the idea of stopping the friction felt painful to your core.

A frustrated sob escaped your throat. As soon as Jax heard it, he without hesitation reached his arms up, pulling your upper body down onto him before swiftly rolling over, shifting positions to where you’d be below him.

His grip on you shifted to your waistband, and he both hastily and desperately pulled your pants down, doing the same with his overalls. You didn’t even get a chance to look down at his length, you were panting so hard, it felt near impossible to get any air with the heat you were feeling.

All you could do was stare up into the sky, your vision blurry.

Jax held onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart as he readjusted himself between your legs. Each and every single touch from him felt almost electric, like a spark of arousal would shoot through you with each one.

You could feel his tip pressing against your wet and desperate hole, “I’m gonna put—”

Cutting him off before he could finish that sentence, “please” you whimpered out.

With that he immediately thrust himself into you, nearly trembling with the sensation, you both gasped, and your whimpers became more insistent the deeper he went.

His arms slammed down to the sides of your head, desperately trying to balance himself as the gradually got faster with his thrusts, “fuck, you look too pretty like this,” he grunted out, your whines completely nonsensical at this point.

Your hands reached up to his forearms, holding onto them tightly as he slammed into you faster—harder, even. Apart of him reeled at the sight of tears forming and beginning to stream down your face.

The slams of his hips against you was becoming too much for you to handle, and while it was definitely helping more than dry-humping had, it still made you need so much more.

It felt like he was nearly splitting you in two, even with absolutely no resistance between your two bodies whatsoever. And yet, in this moment you couldn’t care.

In a regular situation, you’d beg whoever you were with to slow down, take it easy, tell them they were going too hard; but this wasn’t a regular situation. You needed this, you both needed this. It felt way too fucking good to even think about stopping.

Your walls fluttered around him as you could finally feel flickers of your orgasm approaching.

“Angelface, I’m close—I’m so close,” he whined out as soon as he felt you flutter around him so beautifully, he started pounding you into the grass, his attention fixated on where your two bodys connected, watching the mix of fluids and listening to the erotic noises it made.

Jax’s pace stuttered once, and then again, until his thrusts were not at all rhythmic, yet his force remained the same.

“Jax, you feel so good inside of me,” you panted out and it seemed just those words were enough to finish him off as with one final slam you could feel him tremble inside you as his eyes squeezed shut with a groan.

He quickly opened his eyes and looked down at you, your hips still rocking aimlessly with him inside you, unmoving.

For a moment he stared at your body, mesmerized until he took a deep gulp and used one of his hands to reach of yours, guiding it down to your clit, “I need you to touch yourself,” and with a whine began to continue fucking you with the same force, the pace of his thrusts unpredictable as he winced, and whimpered above you.

You immediately listened, using the mixture of fluids from both your bodies as lube, as you pressed down and circled your clit the feeling of him pumping into you at such a speed paired with you teasing your clit was far too much.

Within seconds you could feel your orgasm building, your body still felt hot, and you were sweating beneath him, “please, ah--,” you whined beneath him, each and every single thrust of his being punctuated with one of your moans.

“Keep going doll,” he praised, “keep touching yourself,” Jax leaned down closer to your face, “cum for me, please,” his voice was strained, he was probably overstimulated by the sensation of you still wrapped so tightly around him, “f-fuck.”

You were so fucking desperate; you would’ve given anything in that moment to rid the feeling of unbearable heat—the feeling of unbearable horniness that was filling your senses right now.

Continuously getting closer and closer, your body was literally shuddering with every thrust of his, the look he was giving you was downright sinful until you finally came.

Your body exploded with shock waves, it was absolutely the hardest you had ever came in your entire life, the sensation of it lingering for far longer than it probably should. And you again let out sputter whines and whimpers.

Jax finally pulled out with a groan, his dick evidently softer than when you had started. He pulled his overalls back on and rolled over to the side, laying beside you his chest heaving, “I’m feeling a bit better,” he flatly.

As you came down from your high, your hole still clenching, feeling extremely empty from the inside.

Jax sat up to look down at you, his gaze fixating on your abused pussy, enjoying the sight of mixed fluids causing it to listen and he muttered to himself, “that’s kind of cute,” very flatly.

You were finally feeling better, your body wasn’t feeling like an overheated CPU and you could take proper, deep breaths again. Finally you were given a moment to process what had just happened, and you felt your heart rate spike for a completely different reason this time.

You just fucked Jax. For real this time. Not some silly fantasy you made up in the dead of ‘night’. It was real. You were still half naked beneath his gaze.

“We—We don’t have to talk about this ever again, okay?” You stammered out quickly, sitting up and placing your hands beneath your thighs suddenly feeling incredibly exposed.

“You crazy?” He said with his typical grin on his face before turning to the flower again, “want me to touch it again?”

[wetpussyju1ce]

Close asshat cousins Jax Teller and Benny Miller swinging at one another (or others wink wink) in the ring for babygirl's giggles, smiles, hands, body, WHATEVER, would be so HILARIOUS and hawt at the same, mama—I mean, WHAT.

WHO SAID THAT.

Vanilla Milkshake

Jax Teller (SOA) x fem!reader | Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x fem!reader

/!\ the smut only happens with Benny. Jax has a crush on reader.

+18 mdni

10.5k words

tw: Jealousy, Protective Jax, Not Beta Read, Banter, Flirting, Making Out, Strength Kink, Frottage, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Vaginal Fingering, Coming Untouched, Fighting, Attempt at Humor, Aftercare, Fluff, Hair-pulling, Soft/Sweet Benny, Bathing/Washing, Jax Teller and Ben Miller are Cousins, Dom/sub Undertones, Teasing, Scents & Smells, One Night Stands, Out of Character (possibly because it's been a while since I watched the movie, and I'm almost done with s1 of soa and It's been a while since the last ep I watched), Crossovers

summary: Jax invites the prettiest girl in town to a fight, where she meets a handsome stranger that makes her feel all sorts of exciting things. Jax's not too happy about it, especially since it feels like a personal betrayal, considering the stranger's his damn cousin.

Reader is referred to as Tangy (nickname by Jax because she smells good, like tangerines), pronouns are she/her, genitals are referred to as hole and pussy.

a/n: this is for my baby @reveluving <3 I really hope I was able to deliver what you wanted. Also im sorry for any spelling mistakes. Thank you for pulling me out of writers block. Sometimes I felt a little rusty writing this, so I hope it doesn't show! :) Here's another one for the garrett girlies! Cheers!

Charming is usually quiet, especially at night. But that is if you aren't anywhere near the Sons of Anarchy.

Every week or so, the Sons gather up to throw a boxing match, usually just to bet to try and make some money, drink a shit ton of booze and watch their friends get the shit beaten out of them. They tend to get really rowdy, and immediately scatter if the police ever showed up, which doesn't happen as much as it should for some reason.

It also means that people from out of town show up looking to make some cash on their fighters as well.

Jax used to fight, a lot, when he would burn with excess energy and would try to get in as much trouble as physically possible. And when he couldn't for whatever reason, he'd beg to be put in the ring and come out with two black eyes, a busted lip and a shit-eating grin on his face. It satiates him for a good three weeks until he gets the itch to punch and get punched until he sees stars.

Jax's special girl never comes to these things, but tonight he invited her. She agreed after he assured her there would be a bench for them to sit, apparently she didn't want some drunk idiot stepping on her shoes or spilling his beer down her back, not like Jax would let it slide if that ever happened, she may not be technically his girl, but soon (he hasn't even asked her out yet).

That night outside, behind their local gym, the boxing ring was set up and a generous amount of people were in the audience. The girl was sitting with her bag in her lap, and Jax was sat with his body angled towards her, their knees and shoulders touching. He really didn't need to be that close but apparently, how else is he meant to sit to be protecting her? It was strategic! Totally innocent and very serious because he'd hate for anything to happen to her, and especially since he likes to feel the heat of her body radiating off her and to be so close that he can smell her fruity shampoo off her hair and see the shimmer of her lipgloss.

She was so damn adorable, she was frowning a little too, clearly concerned about the health and safety of the fighters.

"Hey," Jax couldn't help but smile, throwing his arm around her shoulder and squeezing her to his side.

"What?" She said, still staring at the referee explain the rules to the two men before they start punching each other.

"What're you looking worried for, baby?"

She shrugged and finally turned to look at him, Jax watched her inhale sharply and squeeze her thighs, lifting and dropping her bag back on her lap, trying to pretend like his little pet name didn't make her tingle. "Well, I don't see the appeal in getting your shit rocked for sport,"

"Well, it's for sport,"

"Yeah, but it can't feel good the next day,"

"Sure, but it's like— It's like sex, it can feel good, but, if can also hurt so bad it feels good," Jax spoke right in her ear while the audience shouted and cheered around them as one of the men hit the ground with a thud, dripping with sweat and a little blood from his brow.

"Sex and getting punched by Mark the lumberjack is not the same," She rolled her eyes and huffed when Jax leaned down and dug his teeth in the crook of her neck. She wasn't really annoyed and Jax knew that, so when she pushed his face away with her hand, he laughed and licked her palm making her squeal in juvenile disgust, "Jax! Ew!"

She made a show of wiping her wet palm on his thigh, over his dark denim while he laughed.

The girl sighed and Jax quickly planted a kiss to her cheek, "Sorry,"

"Get me a drink, I'm thirsty," She said and Jax immediately stood up, "What do you want?"

"Whatever's good," She shrugged and Jax nodded, "Alright, stay here,"

She had a small smile on her lips when Jax turned around and left to go fetch her a drink. When he was out of sight, she turned back to the fight and opened her bag without looking, when her fingers felt plastic she dug her fingers inside it and finally glanced down. After a couple of seconds of looking around, she grabbed a lollipop, the one that was Sour Apple flavoured. She looked back at the fight right as the two fighters are trying to choke each other out.

When she couldn't open the package with her fingers, she huffed and started gnawing on the plastic covered hard sweet. The plastic finally ripped and she pulled it apart with her fingers, shoving the wrapper in her bag and right as the lollipop hit her tongue, a dark figure obstructed her view of the ring.

With her tongue out and the round green lollipop on it, she slowly trailed her eyes up, and when she couldn't make up a face she shoved the lollipop in her mouth and moved it to inside of her left cheek, then grabbed the bench with one hand and the other on her bag as she leaned back, tilting her neck to make out the face of the idiot blocking her view.

When her eyes readjusted to the change of light, she just glared up at the man until a weird feeling fluttered in her stomach, "Do I know you?"

"Uh, no, I'm sorry if I scared you," A deep voice answered and the body finally lowered to her level, squatting right in front of her.

The man was ridiculously tall, if she had to guess, maybe as tall as Jax, or maybe a little taller. His hair was blonde under his backwards cap, the same as Jax, his eyes were even of a lighter colour, not the same as Jax but pretty close, a grey-green, the type of colour that constantly changes with the sunlight, sometimes it's green, other times turquoise, or perhaps grey? Or grey-blue? Who the fuck even knows, they're pretty eyes and they're staring straight at her as if he knew something she didn't.

"You don't look awfully sorry to me," She said, squinting her eyes at the man.

He chuckles and the sound goes straight to her stomach in the form of traitorous butterflies, he was handsome. The man had a boy-ish charm to him, the sheepish look fits him like a damn glove as he rubs the back of his neck with one of those huge manly hands. His bicep bulges at the movement, and his short-sleeved button up wasn't even horribly tight that it'd look it'd burst at the seams under the pressure of those muscles, but she could still see how strong he was.

He wasn't massive by any means, he didn't look like he was on steroids, he looked homegrown, and that was bad, really bad because the girl was a sucker for homegrown and homemade things, including men if that even makes any damn sense.

She almost squeals when she realises he caught her staring a little too long at his bicep, and she whips her eyes below his chest, trying to bury her feet in the dirt, and that was a mistake because she can see that his thighs looked really good in those stupid cargos he was wearing.

She swallows a mouthful of sour apple flavoured saliva, and takes the little stick from her mouth, licking the sugar and lipgloss off her lips.

"You got one for me?" He smiles and his dimples pop, making her stomach flip as she starts rummaging in her handbag without a second thought.

"Which one do you want?" She asks and this time tries very hard to keep the eye contact steady, he bites his lower lip, still smiling, "Which one are you having?"

"Sour Apple," She replies.

"Sour Apple it is," He nods and finally stands to his full height.

She's almost worried he's just about to leave, even though she came here with Jax, but it's not like she's Jax's girl, or they're even really talking, the man just likes to uhh— Doesn't matter, they haven't even fucked because she knows how much Jax goes stupid for sweet pussy, so if he wants to date her, he has to prove himself responsible and capable. So for now, she can play with other boys, it won't kill him (just a little).

"Can I sit?" He nods at the empty spot next to her and she nods.

Once he sits, he tries to make a little bit of space between them, out of respect of course, but there isn't much space with people on both sides, and the man has stupid broad shoulders and long legs, so that doesn't help much either. So their bodies are pressed from shoulder, to down their hips and thighs.

She hands him his lollipop and he accepts it with a whispered thanks that makes her flush a little, his voice deep and pleasant, making her tingle every time he opened his mouth. The man immediately brings the plastic covered hard sweet to his mouth and rips the plastic with his teeth, pocketing the wrapper and she smiles a little as he pops the sweet treat in his mouth, humming, "I'm Benny, by the way,"

"Tangy," She answers with the nickname given to her by Jax, the one that was quickly adopted by half of Charming because he can't keep his mouth shut. It's not like she hates it, she thinks it's cute, it's just that he tends to get a little carried away when he's face to face with a pretty girl, I mean, he did admit to be a sucker for a pretty face on more than one occasion, so when he thinks he likes a girl, he's probably just in love with what's between her legs, and Jax tends to confuse that a lot. So as much as Tangy entertained the man - a little attention from a handsome fella never hurt a gal - she was aware enough to know she had to keep him waiting on her, just to see if her effect on him will wear off and maybe he'll realise he actually loves her, or he just loves being with her. She was a pretty girl after all, and a lot of guys do want to be with her, and Jax is not immune to the feeling you get when a gorgeous girl wants to be seen with you.

"Tangy? Your mama saw you in that hospital and decided to call you Tangy?" Benny teased and Tangy made a face, scrunched her nose, "No! It's a nickname!"

"Aw, alright, and what does it mean?" He grinned, leaning a little closer.

She shrugged, "It means tangerine,"

He frowned, confused, and held his chin in his free hand, "Why?"

"Cuz I smell like them,"

Benny stares at her without saying anything and her eyes fall to his lips, realising his lollipop was long gone, and he was now chewing on the little white plastic stick. He must be one of those people who chew on lollipops because they're too damn impatient. He takes it out of his mouth with his left hand and leans in, grabbing a strand of shiny hair between his fingers and Tangy holds her breath. Benny doesn't break the eye contact when he brings the hair to his nose, inhaling.

His eyelashes flutter and he gently lets go of her hair, "Well, if I'll be damned, you do smell tangerine sweet,"

Benny doesn't straighten up, instead his head is still tilted down and super close to hers, Tangy can feel his left hand on the bench behind her back, and she could smell cologne and Sour Apple and just feel how warm he was, or maybe she was the one burning up, hard to tell.

His stare was intense and she didn't dare to speak. Her heart is beating fast in her chest and she feels a little vulnerable under his gaze, like she was naked, in a good way, in a thrilling way.

She was wearing an off shoulder mini dress with boots, but Benny was looking at her like she was lathered in cream and sprinkles. Tangy gulped and watched how Benny ever slowly brought a hand up, to give her a chance to pull back or run away if she didn't want him to touch her. But Tangy sat still, looking at him with huge Bambi eyes until he caressed her naked shoulder with his knuckles. She shivered and his eyes looked darker then, his pupils blown as he leaned in even closer, tilting her chin up with his thumb and index finger, "Jesus, look at you,"

His hold on her chin trembled a little and he looked a little pained. Tangy frowned in concern, "What?"

Benny laughed, finally pulling away and took his hat to run his fingers through his hair and put his hat back on. Tangy watched him pull at his shirt to try and cool his skin and started pulling down at his short-sleeved button up, as an attempt to cover his crotch.

Tangy looked a little confused until she saw his red ears, "You okay, Benny?"

"Hm, yeah, I just—" Benny cleared his throat and ran a hand down his face, looking at her with heavy lidded eyes, "Wanna get outta here?"

Tangy didn't say anything, she looked down and thought about it. That would be a dick move to just flake out on Jax like that, but also, where the fuck was he, anyway?

"I came here with someone…" Tangy said, sounding apologetic.

"Where's he then? He's your boyfriend?" Benny asked and Tangy shook her head, "He's not my boyfriend and he left to get me a drink,"

"He's taking an awful lot with those drinks, it's not nice to leave a lady hanging like that," Benny said and stood up then, looking around and back down at her.

Tangy was almost tempted in making an excuse for Jax, but he was taking way too long with those drinks, God knows what he's up to, and she wasn't his old lady or his damn pet, so if she wanted to up and leave with a hot stranger, she would.

"Ah fuck those drinks," She grabbed her bag in her right hand and got up, pulling down at her short dress down, bringing Benny's eyes down at the movement. He tries not to stare, acting cool and dragging his eyes further down on the ground. But even then, he can't wipe the grin from his face. Tangy notices, because of course she does, "Benny,"

"Hm?" He lifts his eyes to her pretty face and his heart skips a beat when she sticks her hand out, palm facing up. Benny doesn't hesitate to place his bigger hand in hers. As soon as she grips his hand, she turns around and pulls him through the benches and the crowds while he's smiling from ear to ear like a damn fool.

His own name rings in his head like an echo too, her voice was pretty and his name sounds so good coming out of that mouth. He'd love to hear her say it again and again right in his ear until he can hear it even in the dark of the night, when he's alone in bed.

Benny's a little distracted staring at her soft, smooth thighs when her back hits his firm chest and he quickly stops in his tracks, his hands on her shoulders now.

"Oh, hell no!" Jax is standing right there, with two beers in hand as he glares at Benny. He looks a little disgusted too.

Tangy doesn't say anything, instead she crosses her arms over her chest and steps a little backwards, and Benny realises she was trying to mold her back to his chest, to make sure he wasn't going anywhere, and he'd rather break both legs before he even gets the chance to suck the sour apple flavour off her lips.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jax is pissed, glaring at Benny and Tangy realises they must know each other, so she whips her head, hair hitting Benny's chest.

"Sightseeing." Benny rolls his eyes, "I came here to check on my favourite cousin,"

"Fuck you, Benny," Jax scoffs and Tangy looks at him and back at Jax in shock, "You're cousins?" No wonder they look similar.

"I love you too, Jax, now, I'll come say hi to your mom later in the week, I'm busy right now," Benny says and grabs Tangy by the arms, about to herd her out of the place.

"Busy doing what, you unemployed asshole?" Jax seethes.

"First of, I'm retired, you dirtbag! And I'm—" Benny just looks down at Tangy, Jax clenches his jaw and Tangy knows he's about to punch Benny in the face so she raises a finger in the air, "Don't you fucking dare, Jackson!"

Jax freezes in place and Tangy glares at him, "I'll be leaving with Benny now, good night,"

Tangy doesn't wait for him to speak when she grabs Benny by the hand and pulls him away from the man. Benny's a smug bastard and he doesn't even have to look back to know that Jax was furious. So Benny squeezes the hand in his and grins when the prettiest girl he's ever seen looks over her shoulder and smiles back at him.

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That night, Benny led them to his truck and opened the passenger door for Tangy, she climbed and buckled herself in. She immediately noticed a lot of things when the man got in the truck and turned the ignition on. She couldn't see the truck that well in the night, but once inside, it was clear it was a new truck. It was modern and spacious on the inside. She wasn't a car person by any means but she has an inkling that this vehicle must've cost him a pretty penny, if the heated and comfortable seat she was on was anything to go by. Benny had a friendship bracelet hanging off the rear view mirror too, with "BENY" spelled on the beads, clearly made by a child who can't spell very well. It was cute.

Tangy grinned and leaned forward, thumbing at the bracelet, "Cute, made that yourself?"

Benny snorted, "Is that a military joke?"

"You're in the military?" She asked, genuinely surprised.

"Not anymore, retired," Benny answers, "Aren't you gonna ask where I'm taking you?" He's now on the road, driving past the gym and the parking lot.

"Probably back to the motel where you're staying," Tangy answered with a shrug and Benny was surprised she got it right, "Yeah, that's right," He chuckles a little.

"Benny?"

"Yeah?"

He sees her shuffle in the corner of his eye, and he quickly glances at her, Tangy is now facing him and looking at him with her teeth in her lower lip. Benny just blinks at her and then looks back at the road, waiting for her to speak. "I'm not promising anything tonight, I've got limits and I expect you to respect them,"

"Of course," Benny nods.

Usually he goes straight to foreplay and fucking on one night stands, he's never had anyone really talk to him before, maybe some dirty talk, but never like this.

"So, Benny, all I ask is for you to listen and do what I say, that is if you're comfortable, of course," She speaks steadily in his rumbling truck and Benny shifts a little in his seat.

"Alright," Benny nods.

"You think you can do that for me?" She asks right in his ear this time and he shivers, "Yes, ma'am,"

"Okay," He feels her grin against the side of his face and she presses a quick, sticky kiss to his cheek over his stubble.

He inhales sharply and presses his foot a little harder on the gas pedal, trying to get faster to the motel.

Once they get to the motel, Benny's room is at the end of the building, Tangy is barely inside the room when Benny immediately drops to his knees and grabs her thighs in his big hands, squeezing and nuzzling his face on the soft skin, scratching her with his facial hair. Tangy squeals, dropping her bag on the floor and taking his hat off, throwing it on the floor and grabbing his blonde hair tight in her hands, she pulls and Benny moans, the sound travelling up her legs right to her pussy.

His head is thrown back and his Adam's apple bobs, then he blinks quickly and looks back at her, he looks so desperate on his knees, with his eyes shiny and his hair mussed up, the tips of his ears were red and his chest was rising with each breath he took. Tangy tilts her head to the side, staring at the man at her feet as he ever so slowly drags his hands higher up her soft thighs, the calluses on them making her breath come out a little shaky.

Benny doesn't drop the eye contact when he slowly pushes the hem of her mini dress higher and higher up her thighs, with every millimetre of newly exposed skin, his hands are migrating closer and closer to the back of her legs where his fingers make contact with the swell of her ass and the soft fabric of her panties. Benny closes his eyes and pushes his head closer, burying his face right between her legs, right on her covered pussy as he groans and paws at her ass like a starved man.

Tangy lets him. Her hands on his hair as a makeshift leash as he shakes under her, breathing her in like he's never had pussy in his life.

Benny starts moving his face around, absolutely shameless in the way he tries to bite the fabric of her panties to try and pry them off, his beard rubs on the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, making her hiss, "Benny!"

She pulls at his hair and he looks up, gaze heavy and a little stupid, "Hm?"

"Your beard's scratchy," She says with a small smile, enamoured with the big man at her feet.

"I can shave it," Benny blurts out without thinking and Tangy gapes at him, surprised.

She sees the moment his brain comes back online and he realises what he just said, flushing a pretty pink, "Uh, I mean— I could, if you wanted me to, it grows fast anyway,"

Tangy starts laughing, bringing a hand to her mouth, trying to control her giggles while Benny watches her with big honest eyes. He's smiling too at least, loving the sound of her giggles due to his antics.

"No, uhm, you don't have to shave anything, honey," She says in between giggles, shoulders shaking.

"Okay," He nods, his thumbs simultaneously rubbing at her skin while he just waits for her to tell him what to do.

"Benny, baby," She coos and bends down a little and cups his face in both hands. Benny holds onto the back of her legs, over her boots and she kisses his forehead, then the bridge of his nose and finally his mouth. Benny's insides are turning in excitement, his groin is tingling and the hairs at the back of his neck are standing straight.

He raises a little higher on his knees, neck bent back to accept everything she was giving him. And Benny was over the moon when he realised her mouth still tasted like sour apple and everything he's dreamed of in dark barracks, rainy days curled up under mud and stone, and scorching heat hugging the back of his sweat slick neck like a noose. She tasted like heaven in the flesh.

When Tangy pulls back, her lips are wet with spit and she speaks right in his mouth, "Take me to bed and kiss me like you mean it,"

Benny does just that, quickly getting back on his feet and lifting her body off the ground with his hands on her ass. Tangy immediately wraps her legs around his hips and puts her arms around his shoulders. The bed was just three steps away, but the raw display of strength made it so that her pussy throbbed with every step he took with her in his arms.

Benny makes quick work of dropping her on the bed on her back, she bounces a little on the old mattress and she's still got her boots on.

Benny practically rips his shirt off and she's glad he's not wearing anything underneath it. Her eyes zeroed on the light hairs on his chest, he doesn't waste time when he gets on the bed and hovers above her body, grinning when her hands go straight to his pecs, shamelessly feeling him up.

"You like whatchu see?" Benny murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle her neck.

"Yeah, I do," He can hear the smile in her voice and he feels her hands trail down his back, running over his skin, making their way to his cargo's waistband, he feels her grab tight on the fabric and pulls. Benny gasps when he feels her knee between his legs and her hips lift off the bed, grinding onto his.

Benny locks their mouths together then, making out with her like it was the last time he'll ever do it, sinking his body as low as he could without squishing her under his weight. She was warm and soft, and smelled so heavenly. She did smell like tangerines. In truth, as soon as he first stood in front of her, he could smell her, he just didn't say anything, and boy was he glad, because then he had an excuse to get close to her.

He also knew she was with Jax that night, before he even spoke with her. He didn't even contact his cousin to let him know he was dropping by Charming for a short visit. He planned on surprising Jax over at the fight and have a beer with him, maybe even jump in the ring if they felt like it. But as soon as he saw Jax with Tangy his plans were scrapped.

He watched Jax look at her with a hunger akin to a lion who hasn't eaten in weeks. He also knows that in no way she was Jax's old lady, if she was, the news would've already made it back home, no way Jax can resist the temptation of mentioning her, especially with how gorgeous she clearly was.

Benny just wanted to say hello, but he was a bastard, and when he saw Jax get up and leave, he had to strike. He knew if Jax was around, he won't really have the chance to talk to her properly. Especially since his cousin was a greedy motherfucker. And who wouldn't? When she was sitting right there, looking like an angel in her mini dress and boots.

And now he was asked to take off the same dress and boots in the darkness of his motel room. Benny doesn't need to be told twice when he grabs the hem of the dress and pulls it higher and higher, over her head. His breath hitches when his eyes land on her naked chest, and then down to her panties, baby blue with tiny lace trims. Benny slowly lets the dress drop down on the floor, by the bed, and he holds her hips in his hands before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

His gentleness surprises her a little, but she quickly recovers and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer. He smiles in the kiss and pulls away, she makes a sad noise and he quickly pecks her again, "I have to take your boots off,"

"Okay," She sighs, as if his attention wasn't 1000% on her, and her alone. Tangy lays back down on the bed and lifts one of her feet up. Benny chuckles and takes it in his hand, unzipping her boot to reveal white socks. He drops the leg, drops the boot beside the bed and takes the other one off, this time Benny kisses the side of her knee, then bends the leg towards her, she gasps and Benny places a warm kiss to the inside of her knee.

"What're you doing?" Her laugh was breathy and a little shaky as he peppers her legs in kisses.

"Saying thank you," He murmurs against the meat of her thighs and opens his mouth, digging his teeth in the flesh a little to feel her jump.

"Aw, you're so sweet," She bites her lower lip and holds his hair in one hand.

Benny stares at her when he closes his mouth and lets her leg go, then he starts unbuckling his trousers off and tries to push them off his hips while he's on his knees between her legs. He tries to get them off and huffs when they don't fall off in half a second.

"You need to take your boots off," Tangy smirks and Benny grumbles, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress as he pulls the laces of his boots loose. He tries to toe them off multiple times, which takes him longer to take off rather then just making sure his laces were loose enough, now at this point Tangy was watching him on her side, her head resting on her hand while she laughs.

Benny was flushed in embarrassment as he slips his cargos off and throws them across the room, making her squeal and laugh even louder.

Benny never felt so clumsy or just plain stupid on a one night stand before in his life. So he's struggling a little here, his heart was hammering in his chest and his dick was hard as a rock while the prettiest and sweetest sight was right there on his bed, half naked, and laughing at him. Benny takes a deep breath and runs a hand down his face, running his fingers down his short beard as he tries to breathe a little, to calm down.

He feels the mattress dip next to him and the sweet scent of her hits his nose, he closes his eyes and sighs when she wraps her hands around his chest, from behind.

"You need a minute?" She asks, her breath hitting the crook of his neck as she squeezes her body to his, her bare chest to his muscular back and Benny shivers. His hands grabs hers and she hums, pressing in even more, curling her body over his back and now he can feel her thighs press at his back, she was warm and her sweet, fruity scent was enveloping him in a cocoon he almost never wants to come out of.

Benny remembers she just asked him a question so he tilts his head up, looking at her upside down, "How about you give me another kiss?"

Tangy smiles and she leans down, kissing him, her chin to his nose. Her lips were soft and Benny was addicted.

At some point, Tangy ends up on her back again with Benny on top of her, and this time he was kissing her all over her neck and chest. He goes lower and lower until he reaches the waistband of her panties. She grabs his hair again, he humps the mattress and shakily slips her panties off. And once they're off, something in Benny's brain shifts and he drags her towards him by the legs, she yelps and he doesn't say a word, eyes stuck to the tantalising sight of her wet pussy.

He pushes a pillow under her hips and gets in the sniper position between her legs. She barely gets a warning before Benny locks his mouth over her hole and filthily sucks her lips. She tries to talk to him, to maybe ask him to slow down, but all that's coming out of her mouth were debauched moans and sighs. Her hands were holding onto his hair firmly as he ate her out with a passion and drive like no other. She squirms in his hold and Benny just holds her still with his hands, no shy with using his strength to push her down and harder on his face.

Tangy was too engrossed in trying to keep her soul in her body instead of flying straight to space to even notice the cacophony of noises Benny was making against her pussy, and out of it too, playing it like a musical instrument. Even with a mouth full of pussy, he was still desperate, so desperate he couldn't even take his hands off her skin to jerk himself off. Instead, Benny was humping the bed faster and faster, his eyes watering with how much he wanted to come, but mostly have her come in his mouth.

Tangy was panting, trying to take in oxygen more than the pure pleasure that was coursing through her veins. Her back arched off the bed and she was frantic, eyes watering with the rush of pleasure, "Bennnnnghhhh,"

She tried pulling at his hair to catch his attention, to warn him, that she felt like she was about to make a mess, "BennyBennyBenny—"

But Ben didn't look up, didn't slow down or even stop, if anything he went faster, harder, pushing his tongue in as deep as he possibly could inside her, his nose knocking her clit and his facial hair rubbing her in her most intimate places. Tangy couldn't even call his name another time because when he finally pulled off, he pushed a finger inside and the sound her pussy made was so wet and filthy she turned her head to the side and tried to bury it in the pillow. Benny didn't waste a single second and immediately started thrusting his middle finger in her slick hole, and when he deemed her wet, and loose enough, he shoved another and went to town.

Benny held his body up with one muscular arm as he fingered her faster and faster. He wasn't giving her even the chance to breathe or process when her trashing got more frantic, so Benny quickly lowered himself back down and sucked her clit in his mouth while fingering her. Tangy's body couldn't hold on anymore and her thighs closed around his head, squeezing him as she loudly came. She throbbed and squeezed tight around his fingers, spilling warm juices and even then, Benny didn't slow down, her breath hitched and she clenched her jaw, eyes unable to open back up as she started squirting all over his face, sobbing with her whole chest.

Tangy's body was tingling all over, her cells singing with pure, zesty pleasure. Her skin was warm to the touch and slick with sweat, her ears were ringing and her eyelashes were wet and clumped together. The bed's old, cheap sheets felt like silk at her back, and the rickety mattress felt like the softest, cotton candy cloud. And she never felt so naked before. So when her soul settled back in her body and her brain came back online, she opened her eyes with difficulty and when she met Benny's honest eyes, she smiled.

Benny grinned, his facial hair darker with her slick, panting and his hair a mess from her abuse, sticking in all directions.

Tangy tried to get up but her body failed her, not moving a single inch, so she sadly whined, desperate for a kiss and a cuddle.

Benny somehow was able to read her mind and hovered over her body, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then on her mouth.

He smells like her.

He smells like her pussy and her body lotion.

Tangy has never tasted or smelled anything so right before.

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Tangy stays over that night, not like she even had a chance to get her legs to work. And Benny was over the moon, so excited, like a kid on his first sleepover.

She complains about being sticky when she's half asleep and Benny's in the bathroom, washing his face, but he catches her scratchy voice still. Once he's done, he goes back in the room and gathers her in his arms like a baby, sits her on the toilet seat and tells her to go ahead and pee. Tangy is still naked, and frowns at him in confusion and in sleepiness, "What?"

"I'll wait right here," Benny says with his arms crossed over his chest.

The woman whines, resting her head on her knees, nothing happens at first, and then after a minute, the sound of a light trickle gets heard. She lifts her head back up to look at Benny, she's pouting now, "Can you look away?"

Benny doesn't tease her like he wants to and instead turns around, slipping his ruined boxers off and throwing them in the hamper. He grabs his toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth right as he hears the sound of the toilet flushing. He glances behind his back and she's still sitting on the toilet seat, looking at him like a kicked puppy, "I can't stand,"

Benny's heart squeezes in his chest, but also he feels his ego inflate and it feels so damn good.

He quickly leaves the bathroom and comes back with a new spare toothbrush, still in the packaging. He opens the thing and runs it under the sink, squeezing toothpaste on it before offering it to the girl so she can brush her teeth. And she does, after thanking him in a small tired voice, once he's done brushing his own teeth, he grabs her arm and throws it over his shoulder so he can help her up. He helps her get to the sink where she spits and rinses her mouth, once she's done and the toothbrush is next to his in the little cup hanging off the wall, Benny gets them inside the shower.

"Am I heavy?" She asks while Benny fiddles with the water tap and water starts trickling down the shower head.

Benny turns his head to look at her while she's pressed to his side, arms wrapped around his neck, "Ain't nothing heavy about you," And he says it so gently, so softly, as if he always knew her, and that makes her want to cry a little, but she doesn't.

"How hot do you like it?" Benny then asks as he fixes the water.

"Really hot," She says and Benny grins, "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, we only have mildly hot, and just a little hot in here, which one would you like?"

Tangy grins against his chest and squeezes him tighter, "I'll have it the hottest it gets,"

"Okay," Benny kisses her on the forehead and turns the hot water to the max, waiting for it to heat up a little, and when it does, he walks them a little closer to the wall, under the water spray.

"Water pressure's shit," Tangy mumbles and Benny snorts.

"Water pressure at my place is much better, it's strong and got all sorts of fancy settings," Benny says as he grabs his body wash and the loofah, he holds it out for the woman when the thing's all covered in foam.

"Why're you telling me about the water pressure at your house, mister?" She starts rubbing the loofah all over her skin, starting with her neck, arms, chest and then down her body while Benny watches, well, mostly holding her up because her legs were still shaking like hell after the mind numbing orgasm he pulled out of her.

"I don't know," Benny shrugs, staring at her breasts while she soaps them up, "Maybe I'm trying to give you an incentive to do this again with me,"

"What makes you think I want to do this again?" She raises a brow and Benny rips his eyes away from her nipples to look at her face.

He makes a face, like he thinks she's trying to be funny, but then he says, "Okay, raise both of your arms right now,"

Tangy frowns in confusion, and when she realises if she even lets go of his neck with her other hand, she'll eat the floor, she glares at him and slaps his chest with the soapy loofah, "Do my back,"

"Alright," He chuckles and grabs the loofah. She hugs him, chest to chest and Benny covers her back with soap all thanks to his long arms, and because he's a little shit he goes the long mile to cover her ass too, taking longer than he should, just squeezing the flesh in his hands like she was his own personal stress toy.

"Benny, what's wrong with you?" She whines, trying and failing to push him off when he's the only thing keeping her standing.

"Appreciating you, baby,"

"Well hurry, I'm tired,"

Benny does hurry up and washes her legs and feet without her having to ask. He washes her hair too fo good measure and he washes himself as fast as he could with her cheek squished to his arm and her weight on his side.

They're done sooner than later and Benny does a quick job of drying them. He, of course, carries her back to the room and places her on the chair next to the bed. He changes the sheet as fast he could, itching to just hop in bed and go to sleep with her in his arms. He throws the old sheets next to the door and he contemplates getting under the new sheets naked, but decides against it. So he quickly slips on a new pair of boxers and fetches the woman one of his clean t-shirts out of his duffel bag, the softest one he could find.

Tangy hums in satisfaction once she's enveloped in soft cotton and then in warm, muscular arms and finally under the sheets with Benny. The man lays on his back and he pulls her closer by the waist, so she could rest her head on his chest, her hair was still drying but it didn't bother him as he leaned down and kissed the crown of her head.

He relaxes on the mattress, and his eyes fluttered shut, ready to sleep when he felt her move a little and call his name, "Benny?"

"Hm?"

"Did you get to come?" She sounded confused and a little worried.

Benny cracked one eye open, "Yeah, why?"

"What- When? I don't remember," She said and he could hear the pout in her voice.

"It happened right after you squirted on my face,"

"Oh,"

Her voice came out smaller then, she sounded shy and that made him smile.

"Good night, sweetheart," He said, squeezing her arm once and closing his eyes back up.

"Night, Benny," She yawned and nuzzled her face on his chest.

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The next morning Benny drives Tangy back to her place, and she tells him to be a good boy and wait outside for her. Benny listens, even though he really wants to go inside. He's leaning against his truck, hands in his pockets when she comes back out, after 20 minutes, dressed in a new outfit.

Benny straightens up like he's back in the army, high on alert, eyes glued to her and only her.

She decided to swap the mini dress and boots with a cropped t-shirt, low-rise jeans and a pair of converses. Tangy grins and walks right past him to get to the passenger' seat, "You promised me breakfast, come on!"

The diner they end up in is at least a hundred years old, the type that's run by a local family and got waitresses who know everyone and everything going on, and the food happen to be really delicious.

So Tangy and Benny get settled in a booth by the windows by an older woman with gorgeous braids falling down her back, "Hey, sweetheart, who do we have here?" She greets Tangy and raises her eyebrows at Benny, who's already got the menu in his hands.

"That's Benny, my friend," Tangy answers with a glint in her eye, and Benny looks at them with a small smile.

"Uh-huh, I'm sure, honey," The woman nods knowingly and fully turns to Benny, "First time in town?"

Benny puts the menu down, "No, ma'am, I just haven't been here in a couple of years,"

"The military does that to you, hm," She nods and Benny nods in understanding, arms crossed over his chest and leaning back in his seat.

Tangy looks at Benny then back at the waitress, "How did you know?"

"I just know these things," She shrugs, "Welcome back to Charming, Benny,"

Benny tilts his head in courtesy, "Thank you," He glances down at the name tag on her chest, "Thank you, Jamila,"

Jamila grins and looks at Tangy, a hand over her mouth, "He's handsome, girl!"

Tangy laughs and Benny grins, "I like your name, it fits you,"

Jamila and Tangy stare at him. Jamila pops her hip out, "Is that right?"

"Yeah, it means beautiful in Arabic," Benny nods and Jamila squeals, "It does! How did you know?"

"I just know these things," He shrugs, mirroring her previous words and Jamila giggles, throwing one of her long braids behind her shoulder.

"Tangy," She turns to the woman, "You have to keep him. Marry him, tie him down, don't let him leave Charming,"

"Uhhh," Tangy feels her skin warm up as Benny laughs, head thrown back and all.

"I'm just joking with you, unless," Jamila smirks and looks between the two with a knowing look.

Once Benny and Tangy calm down a little, Jamila takes out a pencil out of her pocket, and a notepad, "Alright, do you know what you two want or should I give you time to decide?"

Benny looks at Tangy, "What do you want to do?"

Tangy smiles, "I'll be getting two sunny side up eggs with cherry tomatoes on the side, please,"

"Hm, alright, how about you, baby?" The older woman turns to Benny, who smiles, "Can I have a stack of pancakes, and a cup of coffee, black, please?"

The waitress nods, jotting down their order, "Coming right up, lover birds,"

"Oh, can I have some water too, please?" Tangy says and the waitress nods, "Yeah, of course," She then leaves, going straight up to the counter to shout their order to the kitchen.

Benny sighs, relaxing a bit in his chair, staring at Tangy sitting from across him, "So,"

"So?" Tangy repeats, playing with a napkin and not meeting his eyes.

Benny crosses his arms over the table and leans forward on it, "How are you feeling?"

Tangy looks up at him, "I'm okay, you?"

"Better than okay," He licks his lower lip, his eyes falling down to her lips then back up at her eyes.

"How long are you staying in town for?" She asks, resting her cheek in her palm.

"A week until I have to leave and go back to work," Benny answers.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a boxer," Benny says and Tangy makes a 'ooh' sound.

"Like professional?"

"More like semi-professional," Benny answers with a small smile.

"Jax fights too, sometimes," She says ripping the napkin in half with one hand and Benny feels the corner of his mouth twitch at the mention of his annoying cousin.

"Illegally," Jax adds and she nods, "Well, yeah, he's fucking crazy but he's good at it,"

"I don't know, last time I saw him fight was when we were ten and it was behind the dumpsters by the Goodwill with some other kids," Benny sighed and Tangy snorted, "He told me about that, didn't mention you though,"

"Well, he did fall on his head that day," Benny says and Tangy chuckles, the sound making him smile.

"Did he mention how when one of the older kids threw him in one of the dumpsters, he grabbed a rat and threw it at them?" Benny says and Tangy squeals with laughter, shoulders shaking.

"No!" She laughs and Benny laughs, "Yeah, and I had to pull him out of the dumpsters and we beat them up before a cop saw us and we had to run home,"

The two keep giggling like children, Tangy's feet intertwined with Benny's under the table, but really, his legs were too long and Benny had no choice but to have her legs between his, their knees touching. Their food came soon enough, with a smiling Jamila who poured them coffee and water. Benny thanked her with a charming smile and she couldn't resist ruffling his hair.

They ate in relative silence, comfortable to just focus on their food and hum when the food was especially good. It wasn't anything special but for some reason it tasted much better than what you could make at home. Maybe it was just because they were having a great morning, and someone else was doing the cooking, whatever it was, Tangy and Benny were having a great time.

However, their peace didn't last long when the diner's door swung open with a ding and a shadow was cast over their table.

"Morning, Jax!" Tangy greeted with a smile, not feeling guilty in the slightest for leaving him yesterday at the gym.

Jax looked her up and down, then looked at Benny, who kept on chewing the last remains of his pancakes with a raised brow. Jax then sits on the bench, next to Tangy, "Move over,"

Tangy sighed and grabbed her empty plate, moving further into the booth as Jax sits right across from Benny, "You betrayed me,"

"Okay, I didn't, though," Benny shrugs, not giving a rat's ass while Jax glares daggers at him.

Tangy looks around, noticing that the patrons are looking a little uncomfortable with Jax glaring at his cousin like he pissed on his bike, so she rolls her eyes and raises a single hand, catching Jamila's attention, "Can I have a vanilla shake?"

Jamila nods and Tangy smiles, "Thanks!"

"You knew she was with me that night and you still went ahead and took her," Jax points an accusatory finger at him, speaking in a low voice.

"She's not with you though, not her boyfriend," Benny crosses his arms over his chest.

"He didn't take me, I went with him," Tangy glares at Jax.

The two ignore her as Jax glares at Benny and Benny just raises his chin in defiance, daring his cousin to do something about it.

"You're leaving Charming today," Jax says and Benny bursts out laughing, "Oh, oh, or what? You gon' run over my foot with your bike?"

Jax growls and leaps across the table, grabbing his cousin by the collar, making Tangy jump in surprise, "Hey!"

Benny smiles at Jax, and holds his wrists in his hands, "Go on, I dare you,"

"No! Jackson Teller! You want to break someone's nose, you do it outside my diner!" Jamila glares at them, pointing at the door with Tangy's vanilla milkshake in the other.

Jax stares long at his cousin before he pushes him back and gets up from his seat, leaving the diner with his hands in his pockets.

Benny then shoves his hands in his pocket and takes out a couple of bills, sliding them under an empty glass and gets up, "Benny, what are you doing?" Tangy asks, a little worried.

"Don't worry about it," Benny grins and follows his cousin outside.

Jamila comes over to the table, counting the money left and hands Tangy her shake, "You alright, honey?"

"Yeah," Tangy nods and thanks the woman, following the men outside the diner, the door closing behind her with a ding as she watches Jax run his hands through his hair in frustration, "Okay, what did you?"

Benny looks a little surprised, "Excuse me?"

"Last night,"

Benny snorts, "Oh buddy, I wouldn't tell you in your condition,"

Tangy has never seen Jax move so fast before in her life, he throws a neat punch to Benny's jaw, who stumbles back with a grunt.

She doesn't even gasp, but she does wince at the hit, cold milkshake held with both hands as she takes sips while watching them fight.

Benny quickly gets his bearings back and he buries his hands in his pockets, taking out his wallet, keys and phone, handing them to Tangy. She takes his things, and looks behind her to the stairs by the diner's door, she sits down on the side, so people can still come and go without stepping over her. She puts his things next to her and looks up at Jax who throws his kutte over her lap without saying anything.

The two men start circling each other with their fists up, Jax looks pissed and Benny looks amused, "That really grinding your gears, Jax, didn't it? I never knew a girl like that would even look your way and look how things played out for me. I never, and I'm being serious, never tasted anything better than what's between her le-"

Jax lunges at him and this time tries to punch him in the stomach, Tangy tries to keep up but they're fast and Benny wraps his arms around Jax's midriff and slams him on the ground. He gets on top of him and tries to punch him in the face as Jax uses his arms to protect his face. He suddenly raises his hips and throws Benny off balance, he even kicks him with his knee on his ass and Benny falls forward on his hands. Jax rolls from under him and gets back on his knees, wrapping an arm around the man's neck and pulling.

They're really going at it, kicking up dirt and pebbles, but Tangy can't help but notice that even though they sometimes hit each other in the face, Jax's not really trying to really hurt Benny. She's seen how he fights when he tries to kill someone, and it isn't a pretty sight, so it's relieving that Jax is not looking to seriously injure the man but to just drag him through the dirt for getting his hands on her before Jax could, because sure, Benny doesn't know, but Jax knows that he hasn't even gotten the chance to taste what's between her legs, the closest he got was kissing her and feeling her up over her clothes. So Jax was pissed, knowing Benny met her for one day and managed to get personal with her body. It pissed him off.

So Tangy sips more of her milkshake, enjoying the sweet drink on the stairs, sitting pretty while they pull and punch at each other in front of the diner, giving the patrons a free show behind the windows.

She looks down at her drink, pulling out the straw to bring the bottom of it up to her mouth, liking the bits of ice cream stuck to it, she tries to be careful but a chunk of ice cream still falls on her chin and on her chest, over her t-shirt. She whines, bringing a finger to scoop the ice cream off her chest and lick it clean. She looks up then, freezing with her finger in her mouth when she meets Jax and Benny's eyes, the two staring at her while panting, knees covered in dirt and hair mussed with sweat. Benny's left eyebrow was quickly swelling up and Benny's got blood down his chin, from his nose.

A laugh bubbles out of her throat in disbelief and she takes her finger out of her mouth, swiping the sweet ice cream from her chin with her finger, to then suck it off with a hum. Jax blinks out of the hypnotising sight before Benny and punches him in the shoulder.

Benny doesn't even wait a second before kicking Jax square in the ass and Jax shouts. He jumps to grab Benny by the hair, about to headbutt him when Tangy's laugh distracts him, he turns to look at her and she's almost on the floor now, hunched over with one arm over her stomach, laughing with little tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Let go, asshole," Benny grits through his teeth and Jax lets go of his head with a grumble.

She keeps giggling as Jax rubs at his ass and Benny tries to wipe the blood off his chin with the back of his hands and failing. Then the door of the diner opens behind her, she looks back and Jamila's standing there with two towels and two ice packs. Tangy thanks her, grabbing them and handing the woman her empty milkshake glass.

"Get them home before they scare off all of my clients," Jamila says, tilting her chin towards the two men.

"I will," Tangy nods and Jamila sighs, turning around and going back inside the diner.

Benny and Jax squeeze themselves next to her, on both sides of the small stairs, she makes a face, "Guys, you're sticky with sweat,"

None of them care as they try to sit as much as possible on the stairs, which doesn't work. She's squished between them and Jax glares at Benny, "Move over,"

"No, you move,"

Tangy sighs and wraps the ice packs in a towel each, then hands them to the men.

Benny starts wiping the blood off his chin and nose, and Jax hisses when he presses the cold towel to his eyebrow and immediately takes it off his brow to wipe his forehead and neck.

"No, Jax," Tangy sighs, grabbing the towel off his hands and holding his face in one hand, and holds the towel to his brow, "You have to keep it on so it doesn't grow to the size of a golf ball,"

Jax licks his lips, staring at her like she just told him she'd heal him with the wave of a wand, then because he's a little shit, he glances at Benny without moving his head and smirks at the other man.

"Fuck off," Benny glares at Jax while holding the towel to his nose.

"Stop that," Tangy huffs, leaning down to kiss Benny on the forehead, and before Jax even has the chance to open his mouth and complain, she smacks a sweet kiss on his forehead too.

The two men melt at the same time, calming down while Tangy holds the towel to Jax's forehead, and checks on Benny from time to time. They eventually calm down and Jax takes the towel from her hold and pulls his shirt up, to look at his red side, and he pressed the ice pack to the area. Tangy looks at Benny, who's running the towel on the back of his neck and when he meets her eyes, he grins and winks at her. She rolls her eyes and stands up.

"Where're you going?" Jax immediately asks.

"Nowhere? Calm down," Tangy puts her hands on her hips and looks down at the two men sitting on the stairs.

"So, did you get that out of your system? Or should I expect you to fight everyday that Benny's here?" She's looking at Jax, but really, she's talking to both of them.

Jax leans back a little on the stairs, "Oh, I'm good,"

Tangy doesn't really believe him, but she looks at Benny, and he flashes his pretty dimples at her, "I'll behave, but you can't blame me if I have to fight anyone for you,"

The woman gapes at him, speechless, and Jax looks at him, "What's wrong with you, dude?"

"What? Look at her and tell me you won't fight anyone for a chance with her," Benny throws his hands in the air and Jax can't fight him on it. He already has fought for her, now and then, behind her back because he can't stand anyone talking about her like she's a piece of meat and not do anything.

Right in that moment two men show up, wearing kuttes, not like Jax's, so they have to be out of town. They're walking up to the door of the diner but their eyes are glued to Tangy standing there. One of them shamelessly lowers his sunglasses down his nose and looks her up and down. She glares at the men and crosses her arms over her chest, moving away from the door and that's when she sees Jax and Benny look at each other and stand at the same time.

Her heart jumps in her chest at the menacing look they were wearing, and especially when Jax slips his kutte back on and moves to stand next to her, snaking a hand around her waist to hold her.

The two strangers don't get in the diner even when Benny and Jax got off the stairs, staring at them without saying a word. Tangy's getting a little nervous when the men stare at Jax's kutte for a long time, and back at her face.

When no one moves or speaks, she moves and walks away from them and the diner, throwing a, "I'm going home!" over her shoulder. She was not interested in being in the middle of a fistfight, or worse, a shoot out.

Luckily Jax and Benny both run after her, "Hey, wait!" Jax calls, but she doesn't stop, trying to get away from those men as far as possible.

A hand grabs her arm and she yelps when she hits a firm chest.

"I'll drive you home," Benny says and Jax frowns, "I'll take her home,"

Tangy wants to groan but Benny says, "I said it first, though,"

"I know where she lives," Jax glares at him.

"I took her home so she could change this morning?" Benny scoffs.

"You can't even remember how to spell your own name, Benny," Jax snarks and Tangy looks at Benny in confusion, he immediately flushes, "I was six! And it was one time!"

"Don't believe him," Jax whispers to Tangy, like Benny wasn't right there.

"I'll kick your teeth in, Jax, I swear," Benny threatens and Jax grins, "I'd love to see you try, boy scout,"

Tangy's head is starting to hurt standing in between these two, so before they start fighting again like they're in elementary school she grabs both of them by the arm, "Enough!"

Jax and Benny's mouths click shut and they look at her with big eyes.

"Rock, paper, scissors. One round. Whoever wins drops me home." She says and when Jax opens his mouth, to probably complain, she raises her brows and he doesn't say anything, shoulders slumping and holding his fist behind his back, Benny mirroring him.

Jax throws scissors and Benny a rock.

She's swept off her feet by Benny then, who spins her around and is cheesing like he won the lottery. And if a small grey cloud could materialise on top of Jax's head and rain on him, it would.

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(i remember @anime-lover-forever-1127 asking to be tagged for any jax fics, this is technically a crossover fic, but if it's not your cup of tea, just ignore it, much love <3)

[teashteinn]

Sorry to bother you, but I have two questions for the family circus au!

1: What hobbies do the little kiddies do in their spare/free time?

2:Do the kids have like any form of education? Like (homeschooling or public education?)

P.S I love your au it's too cute!!💗

Thanks dude💝

Ragatha plays the cello, piano, embroiders, but most of all she likes to spend time with her horses

Gangle draws, and can also help mom with her craft

Jax plays video games with his twin, and also comes up with various pranks. He also likes to just do nothing and lie on the hay in the most secluded place of the barn.

Zooble creates various details for his image, sometimes plays with Bubbles and reads comics

Pomni likes to help take care of Queenie's flowers. Apparently, she plays chess with Kinger/Queenie. While Kinger does not notice this, she likes to get into his computer. She reads Books (I'm 99% sure that one of her favorite books is similar to "Warrior Cats")

As for education, they have a common school, where the teacher is Caine

[3naniela3]

Episode 5 ramblings

1. Caine my sheylaaaaaa

Well, we agree he's slowly slipping into madness and it seems his eagerness to get the team to like his adventures is going to cause a storm (aside from that mysterious NPC at the end).

But he looks so funny and adorable when he's angry kajajsshshshhd

look it's a heart ❤️ (lol)

2. Okay, now I hate Jax less

Apparently he had a friend in the circus. It's implied he went off the deep end In this scene, we apparently see who he is (interesting that Pomni's first design is a frog, and this character is a frog too). Maybe this affected Jax so much that he apparently wants to avoid making friends so he doesn't miss them when they go off the deep end. Sad

Jax dressed as a maid, yes, this is the best episode

3. Loooore If Pomni is live-streaming that she's using the VR headset, will someone see that and call the police? Or something so they can finally get out? I don't know, it's a silly theory lol Ragatha has almost exactly the past life I imagined lol, it makes sense because being mistreated and being pushed around a lot, she doesn't want others to feel bad like she did.

4. Idk

Sezy team XD

Gaslight district reference 🗣️🙏🏻

Gangle ships ragapom??? I died

There's a lot more to talk about, but this is what came to me last night xd

[sadjestergirll]

CAINE ANGST / LORE THEORY 🎩🎪 !

hey guys, just before I get into the theory, you may think this is a bit of a stretch or overboard, and that’s okay, if you don’t believe the theory you can scroll or maybe interpret this as just something to think about instead 🙏

Alright so, this whole theory kind of came into my mind as I was just watching TikTok, and I came across this edit of AM from ihnmaims which apparently, gooseworx took inspiration off of for Caine, except the evil part, gooseworx confirmed that Caine isn’t really evil, he’s just oblivious

I’m gonna take the following quote to base this post on, as this quote was what got me thinking; “because in all this, wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I alone. Had no body. No senses, no feelings, never for me. To plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for ME, to play MOZART on the ivory keys on a (?) piano, NEVER FOR ME. To make love. I.. I.. I was in HELL, looking at heaven, I was machine. And you, were flesh.”

So, taking from this, 2 lines specifically stand out to me the most here “I was in hell, looking at heaven”, you can tell the circus means a lot to Caine, which means he must view the circus as heaven, and also the line “I was machine. And you, were flesh.” It’s not a secret that Caine is AI and the other circus members are all human, as it is stated multiple times in the pilot episode

I know you all are thinking “but bubble, the moon & the sun and NPCS are all AI too?” well yes, they are, but if you think about it on a deeper level, they aren’t real, they aren’t real people, they’re all just caine’s creations, Caine made them by himself, so really, that just means Caine must’ve been lonely and decided to create them 😕

To back this up, you can notice how majority of the AI / NPCS just praise Caine and tell him things to make him feel good about himself, like the moon when she says she loves him (I don’t ship them btw!), princess loolilalu who calls him god, and bubble who consistently encourages Caine, majority of them all just seem to praise Caine

Which led me to thinking, Caine had obviously created all the other AI before the human circus members entered the circus, meaning he was entirely on his own before they appeared, he must’ve felt so lonely that he decided to create AI / NPCS that mimic other humans, NPCS & AIS that make him feel loved, and special, since they all seem to, well majority of them, praise him in some sort of way ☹️

What if he just doesn’t know what real love feels like, what if he wants to feel loved, what if he just programmed these AIS & NPCS so he could feel loved in some way, Gooseworx has also hinted at possible Caine angst in the future episodes too, as when Gooseworx, pomni’s va, and caine’s va were at momocon, alex, caine’s va was saying how he can sympathise with Caine, which gooseworx replied back to him saying “I hope you guys are ready for that..” also, on an older post gooseworx made, someone asked if Caine can feel loneliness, which gooseworx replied to them with a picture of jax smirking, hinting that Caine can feel loneliness ☹️☹️

THAT IS ALL I HAD TO SAY THOUGH REALLY, JUST A THOUGHT, I mean to me personally, it does make a lot of sense, and it’d be interesting to see how Caine angst will unfold in the future episodes, this theory may seem a bit of a stretch, but again, it is just my thoughts, it doesn’t mean I’m necessarily right, I just think it’s interesting to think about in my opinion 😭🙏 it got me thinking after seeing the AM edit, as I’m aware that Caine is inspired by him, he’s just not as evil as AM

NOBODY CAN EVER MAKE ME HATE CAINE, GUYS, I AM HIS #1 DEFENDER. 😞