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rubbing my hands together ominously CANT WAITT

waiting very patiently for new fics RAHHHH I CANT WAIT YIPPEE (much love from your biggest fan minx 💋💋)

RAGGGGGG YOU’RE SO SWEET THANK U MINX <33

i havw a freaky jax requesr im finishing up rn and im giggling

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I saw someone posted (from another fandom) a baking date? Now I can't stop thinking about Jax trying to teach (reader) to bake, moving their hands& making little comments. Maybe (reader) teaching Jax if that makes things easier?

Obviously no pressure!

mishap °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: jax attempts to help you bake a cake for ragatha’s birthday. key word: attempts.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: unspecified gender, established relationship, just two shits baking a cake, jax cannot bake to save his life

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

today was a special day. well, sort of.

despite time having no construct in the digital world you all still celebrated birthdays as best as you could. which usually meant choosing a random day to celebrate when the time felt right.

you, however, wanted to go the extra mile and make ragatha a cake for hers. how hard could it be?

nobody ever used the kitchen. honestly you forgot it existed, but maybe that was a good thing. you could have some quiet time while you did your thing.

as you were busy setting the ingredients out, jax peered around the doorframe.

“there you are,” he spoke loudly, causing you to jump and drop an egg on the floor. it landed with a sharp cracking noise.

“jax! what is wrong with you,” you huffed, grabbing a towel to wipe up the mess on the floor.

he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“thought you were supposed to be helpin’ decorate things, what’re you doin’ in here?” jax looked around in confusion. it seemed he had forgotten about this place too.

“i’m making a cake,” you said proudly, and his gaze flickered back to you,.

“aw, how sweet,” you raised an eyebrow at his sarcastic pun.

you turned your back again, lining the ingredients up and smiling to yourself. you had a few fuzzy memories from outside of the circus. some of them were you baking. you made anything really. cookies, tarts, cupcakes, brownies, and much more cookies.

hopefully the weird circus logic would be in your side today.

jax moved closer until he was leaning on the counter next to you, watching you measure flour with a look more concentrated than he had ever seen.

“i’m bored,” he grumbled. you didn’t look up.

“then help.”

“me? help? you must have the wrong guy sweetheart, i don’t help,” jax looked at you incredulously.

“well then go find something else to do, i don’t know,” you paused. “would be fun to do this with you though.”

goddamnit. jax couldn’t bake to save his own life, but when you said it so sweetly?

“fine. i’m only doin’ this ‘cause i’m bored though, got it?”

you snickered and handed him the bowl of dry ingredients.

“okay just mix these while i measure the liquid things, and then we can mix those together,” he rolled his eyes and snatched the bowl, mixing it with far too much force.

you could’ve had a heart attack when you turned around from the fridge.

“JAX?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING,” you scrambled over and took the bowl from him.

“whatt, im mixing,” he shrugged down at you, a teasing sparkle forming in his eyes.

“you were mixing this around like a washing machine on the highest setting, god,” you set the bowl down and sighed.

“can you just measure the wet ingredients while i preheat the oven?” he waved his hand at you like it was the easiest thing in the world.

it would’ve been, if he knew how to bake literally anything.

you watched jax grab the dry measuring cup and face palmed.

“what now? i’m doing exactly what you said doll, there’s no way you can get mad at me,” jax said defensively.

“jax, do you even know how to bake?” no.

“of course i do sweets,” why was he lying? and why did he care what you would think if you knew he didn’t know how?

“you don’t do you?”

“…i hate you.”

you sighed and took the wet ingredient bowl from him.

”just watch me, okay?”

jax’s gaze was hyper focused on your every move, every motion precise. he just stood there watching as you mixed the wet and dry ingredients together, poured the batter in the pans, and put it in the oven with an accomplished smile. now you just had to make the frosting.

jax didn’t pay attention to that part, because now he was more focused on how domestic you looked. he didn’t like thinking about the real world or anything to do with it, mostly because there was no point in doing so, but he wondered if you had done this sort of thing for everybody.

if you had pulled all nighters making special treats for a birthday, or just because it made people smile.

if you had the same concentrated look on your face as you took the cake out of the oven.

he wondered if you would do this for your future ki-

“jax? you still paying attention,” he snapped out of it, grateful that you had interrupted that last part.

he didn’t know where that last thought came from. he didn’t want to think about it again though. no use in thinking about some impossible.

“course i am,” he muttered, face a few shades darker than it normally was.

“okay well we have to stack these on top of each other, you wanna do it?”

“not really,” your face fell. he sighed. “but i will.”

his didn’t do too bad of a job. it wasn’t falling over. now all that was left to do was frost the cake. how hard could it be? with jax it proved harder than it sounded.

you didn’t know how things had ended up here.

actually, you did. it started off with jax smearing some frosting on your cheek, to which you did the same. then he was flicking small amounts of it onto your clothes. then you two were running around the kitchen in an all out war.

now there was more frosting on the walls than on the actual cake, and even more so on your bodies. you were hiding behind a cabinet door with a glob of frosting in your hand. jax was behind the kitchen island.

”don’t be dumb, doll,” jax said with an evil smile.

”let’s just make a truce, or we’re gonna waste all this frosting on each other,” you’re peeked over the cabinet door cautiously.

“…”

“jax?”

“fine. you’re no fun though,” he grumbled out.

you stood and walked over to him with the frosting glob still in your hand, and as you went to pull him in for a hug, you smashed it on the back of his head, giggling like a maniac.

“oh you’re dead!”

he grabbed you by your hips and sat you on top of the counter, holding you down as he scooped the frosting off the back of his head.

“jax- jax! JAX WAIT-“ too late. he smeared it all over your face, your eyes squeezing shut as jax stared at you with a shit eating grin.

“…you got frosting up my nose,” you crossed your arms, glowering quietly.

jax peppered your face with a few kisses. he looked up thoughtfully with a finger tapping his chin, pretending like he was some kind of food critic.

“hmm, frosting could be better. tastes kinda like [name],” he looked down at your with narrowed eyes and a smile.

“gross.”

“you’re still smiling.”

the cake wasn’t actually that bad. it was edible, at least.

maybe a little lopsided. you could definitely tell jax had loaded more frosting onto it when you weren’t looking.

when you were done you were tired, sticky, covered in frosting, and honestly so tired of baking. you didn’t think you would ever do it again until you seen ragatha’s reaction.

ragatha could’ve cried when she seen her very own cake. the only reason she didn’t was because she was more confused on why it looked like the cake had exploded all over you and jax.

“he didn’t lace this with centipedes or anything, did he?” she whispered over to you.

“trust me, he didn’t do anything,” you smiled at the thought of the prior events and watched ragatha gratefully dig in to her cake.

even zooble was eating it.

“i didn’t know you could bake,” they said it as if it were a life changing revelation.

“just something i liked to do before all of uhh.. this,” you sheepishly shrugged.

jax watched everybody give you praise from the sidelines, poking at his piece. you noticed. of course you did.

you slung an arm around jax with a wide grin, “jax did alright with helping me though, didn’t you?”

why were you lying? he barely even helped.

maybe you just wanted people to appreciate him like you did. jax’s face grew just slightly warmer at the thought.

“yeah, yeah whatever. it’s not like i wanted to or anything..” he shrugged your arm off and looked away, trying to hold back the way his mouth quirked up at the corners.

“well thanks jax!” ragatha shot him a thumbs up, to which he rolled his eyes. typical.

it was a nice moment though, and while you listened to kinger ranting about cool bug facts to everyone you glanced over at jax, who had now finally began eating his piece.

“you’re alright at this.. let me know if you need somebody to throw frosting at if you ever do this again,” he rolled his eyes as you cheesed up at him. “loser.”

“shut up and eat our cake.”

a/n: I LOVE BAKING RAHHH. finally got this request done, sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted jelly, my brain works in silly ways and honestly it just felt so jax of him to just stand there and watch you do everything.

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i literally just spent almost four hours developing and writing lore about my ocs. like ive written in plot points that could fit into the show, the designs.

idk man i love my tadc ocs ASK ME ABOUT MY OCS I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM AND HEARING ABOUT OTHERS PEOPLES

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i genuinely have just thought up the most tragic and gut wrenching lore for my tadc oc (ocs technically) and oh god i need to go reconnect with nature. shit got me wanting to cry and ITS NOT EVEN ME BRO

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spare time °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: jax decides to kill time with you.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: pre-pomni era, reader is called pretty, fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

the circus was unusually quiet.

no yelling. no color-saturated chaos bouncing off the walls. just the low hum of the place existing, background sound looping as usual, almost comforting in its repetition.

you had tucked yourself away on one of the random lounge cushions left near the corner of the tent. probably caine’s idea of a ‘relaxation zone,’ though it looked more like someone had given up halfway through building a pillow fort. maybe kinger.

you weren’t doing anything special. just sitting. thinking. killing time the way you always did between adventures. you didn’t expect anyone to come by.

so when a pair of heavy footsteps padded behind you, you didn’t look up at first. not until they stopped just a few feet away, then hovered.

you turned your head. “...what?”

jax stared at you with his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “you always look so suspicious. like i’m here to drop a bucket of slime on your head or something.”

you raised a brow. “are you?”

“not this time.”

he sat down next to you. not close, but not far, either. his legs stretched out in front of him, one ankle crossed over the other. he looked completely at ease, like this was his idea all along.

you watched him cautiously. “you’re not usually around during quiet hours.”

jax shrugged. “maybe i got bored.”

“of what?”

he looked sideways at you.

“everyone else.”

you snorted softly and looked away. “that’s fair.”

for a moment, neither of you said anything. you fiddled with a corner of the cushion beneath you. he leaned back on his hands, letting the silence settle. not awkward just... still.

then, without moving his head, jax said, “you’re weirdly quiet when no one’s watching.”

“so are you.”

“yeah, but i’m allowed to be. i’m mysterious,” he wiggled his fingers for dramatic effect.

you rolled your eyes. “sure.”

jax glanced at you again, sharp-eyed.

“what, you only talk when the spotlight’s on you?”

“maybe i just don’t have anything to say.”

“you? nah. you’ve always got something going on up there,” he pointed at your head. “it’s the way your face twitches when you’re thinking.”

“twitches?” you didn’t think he noticed that.

“yeah. like right now,” he leaned closer, faux-inspecting your expression. “see? you’re doing it.”

you swatted at him, and he dodged easily, grinning like a brat.

“you’re annoying,” you muttered.

jax gave an exaggerated shrug. “guilty as charged. and yet, here you are. letting me ruin your precious alone time.”

you opened your mouth to retort, then paused.

“…you didn’t ruin anything.”

jax tilted his head slightly. “no?”

you shook your head. “it’s kind of... nice, actually.”

he raised a brow, clearly surprised. “well, don’t get too sentimental. you’re gonna scare me off.”

you smiled faintly, eyes drifting down to the floor.

“noted.”

jax shifted, now sitting cross-legged. you could feel his gaze, but you didn’t meet it. not yet.

“so,” he said. “what do you even do during this kind of downtime?”

“sit. think. sometimes doodle on stuff. talk to myself, if i’m feeling unhinged,” you shrugged.

jax snorted. “hot.”

you looked at him sideways. “what about you?”

“me?” he sat up straighter. “i usually find someone to mess with. or wander around until something breaks. y’know. jax stuff.”

“but not today?”

“mm,” he hummed. “felt like being lazy.”

“lazy with me, though.”

jax gave you a look. “don’t read into it.”

you weren’t sure if that was teasing or serious.

you didn’t push it.

at some point, you ended up lying back against the cushion, arms folded under your head. jax followed suit a beat later, flopping onto his back with a dramatic sigh like someone exhausted from doing nothing.

you were side-by-side now. still not touching. but close enough to feel the warmth of presence, that subtle awareness of someone else just being there.

after a while, jax broke the silence again. this time quieter.

“you really think we’re stuck here forever-forever? like- as in forever?”

you turned your head toward him. he was staring at the ceiling.

“i stopped thinking about that a while ago,” you said truthfully.

“if we are,” he said slowly, “guess it’s not the worst thing.”

you blinked. “coming from you, that’s kind of shocking.”

jax shrugged one shoulder.

“eh. figured if i’m gonna be trapped, could be worse than being stuck with someone who isn’t completely unbearable.”

“wow,” you deadpanned. “how touching.”

jax turned his head, meeting your eyes.

“…you’re tolerable,” he said.

you smiled, lips twitching.

“you’re tolerable too.”

he smirked, then looked back up.

the silence stretched again. but this time, it was warmer. less empty.

you turned slightly on your side to look at him, cheek resting on your arm.

“you ever miss it?” you asked quietly. “the real world?”

jax didn’t answer right away. he seemed to really think about it before answering.

“…nah,” he said finally. “i think i did. at first. but now? i barely remember it.”

you nodded slowly. “same.”

jax tilted his head, catching your expression. “weird, right? all that stuff we thought mattered- jobs, bills, whatever.. now it’s like it happened to someone else. not us.”

you let out a quiet laugh.

“honestly? sometimes i like it better here than out there.”

“ha. knew you were crazy.”

you nudged his arm with your knuckles. “you’re one to talk.”

“hey, i never claimed to be sane.”

you both laughed softly, then fell quiet again.

after a while, jax propped himself up on one elbow and looked at you more directly. not with a smirk. not with that teasing glint he usually had. just... curious.

“you ever think about what we’d be like if we met out there?”

you blinked at him. “in the real world?”

“yeah.”

you tilted your head. “i don’t know. you’d probably annoy me in line at a grocery store.”

jax laughed. “you’d give me the dirtiest look. like, ‘who is this guy and why is he talking to me about the cereal aisle?’”

“and you’d still keep talking.”

“absolutely,” he said. “i’d make you laugh eventually.”

you smiled. “probably.”

“i bet you were pretty…” jax didn’t bet. he knew.

you felt your face redden slightly at the compliment and you carefully inspected jax’s face for any sign of humor, but there was none to be found.

jax’s voice dropped just slightly. “you’re easier to read here.”

you raised a brow. “how do you figure?”

“’cause you try so hard not to react. it’s a dead giveaway.”

you looked at him, lips twitching. “you realize that makes no sense right?”

jax smirked. “doesn’t have to.”

you rolled your eyes and laid back again.

he stayed propped up on his elbow, watching you.

“you tired?” he asked, softer now.

“not really.”

“…comfortable?”

you paused, then nodded.

jax let himself lay back down again, just a little closer than before. your shoulders almost touched. almost.

“good,” he said. “’cause i don’t feel like moving yet.”

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you SAID you'd write freaky stuff soo 🙏🙏 sub jax x reader PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA

misfortune °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you know just how to help jax after he has a bad day.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: afab reader, riding, smut smut smut, jax is a whiny mess, digital footprint please forgive me 🙏

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

today wasn’t the day for anything good it seemed. maybe for jax at least. he did anything but beg you on his knees to try and convince you not to skip that days adventure, but you had been very exhausted lately, and if a mental break was needed when you weren’t going to miss the opportunity to take one.

keeping your psyche in check was a necessity here, and as much as jax hated the idea of not having you around, he told himself:

“how bad can it really be?” it was bad.

bad, bad, bad.

caine had decided upon a treasure hunt as the adventure, pretty basic sure, but it seemed tame enough.

trek through a rainforest, find your way through a temple, steal the treasure, adventure all done. jax didn’t think it could get any easier.

the mosquitoes were the first thing that got on jax’s nerves. of all the things you could add to an adventure, you added mosquitoes? on top of that, zooble swapped their normal arm out for one that served as a fly swatter, and ‘accidentally’ hit jax in the face four times.

whatever. it didn’t matter, it was just a minor inconvenience.

every inconvenience after that was major.

usually jax always had the upper hand, he always got to watch the fun play out. and if it were a normal day he would’ve watched somebody else go through all the things he had went through. today it seemed that life had other plans for him.

he had fallen into quicksand (it took 20 minutes and the entire group to finally pull him out), and then not even 10 minutes after he had gotten unstuck and gathered his bearings, a rabid tiger decided jax would be it’s next snack and shook him in its jaws until he was so motion sick he could barely stand.

as the final cherry on top, after they had finally found the treasure temple, one of the booby traps involved the stereotypical indiana jones boulder than came after you if you touched something you weren’t supposed to, and who did it roll right over?

jax.

by the time kinger found the treasure, jax was so fed up he could’ve cried when he seen the portal to home. of course he didn’t though, he had an image to uphold after all.

meanwhile, you had lazed about in your room, doing whatever suited you in the moment. painting faces on fruit, organizing card decks, or just sleeping.

you stayed seated as you heard footsteps coming down the hall, closer and closer to your door. they were slow, heavy, like whoever was walking was also dragging their soul behind them.

jax jiggled your doorknob loudly before opening it, and- wow. he looked like hell.

well not really, caine had probably poofed away any outer damage and mess on him, but he still acted like he had been through it.

jax slammed your door shut with a half-hearted greeting. he beelined for his favorite bean bag chair and threw himself down on it, physically sinking into the soft mass of comfort.

“rough day?” you raised your eyebrows at him, and he scoffed.

“that’s the understatement of the year,” he simply said. “i don’t even wanna talk about it.”

despite that, jax proceeded to rant about the whole adventure for the next ten minutes. and you tried to listen, you really did.

it was hard do do that when an overall that had come undone was hanging limply and causing just enough exposure to make your face redden, not to mention the exhausted almost whiny tone in his voice, and god, you felt like a rabid beast whenever he splayed his legs out wide like that.

you didn’t even realize you had been scooting closer to jax until you were sitting right in between his legs, looking up at him with large unblinking eyes.

“everything just went horrible today,” jax finished, glancing down at you.

“bet you wished i was there,” your tone was softer, pitying almost.

“yeah, i really did,” he nodded in agreement.

a thought crossed your head, which was never a good thing, and you figured you knew just how to help jax.

“bet you were wishin’ i was there to take care of you, hmm?”

usually jax would’ve said something along the lines of ‘i’ don’t need taken care of’ or something like that.

but when he looked down at you sitting in between him with that look in your eyes, he found himself quickly nodding in response.

a thoughtful look seemed to cross your face as you spoke up, “how about i make it up to you?”

“nothin’ for you to make up doll,” jax snarked out, and you knew he was desperately trying to keep the upper hand because, well, he was jax.

all you did was roll your eyes before you leaned forward and captured his mouth in a quick kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

rather than leaning into you with just as much force, if not more, jax melted back into the beanbag as he kissed you back.

a hand came up to rest on the small of your back while the other one dug into your hip with a motion that was trying to pull you closer, and you obliged, happily climbing into his lap.

jax could feel himself starting to lose all form of self control once he felt your hips land on his, and out of pure instinct he rolled his up with a breathy whine that sent a jolt down your spine.

he glared at you as you pulled away slightly.

“y’want this?” you murmured.

jax rolled his eyes like that was the dumbest question he’d ever been asked.

“c’mon everybody knows you got a mouth on you jax, use it,” you said firmly. jax decided that he didn’t hate you bossing him around as much as he thought he would.

“would i be doin’ all this if i really didn’t want to?”

“say it.”

“…yes i want you to screw me in this beanbag,” he muttered out, and impatiently captured your lips with his again.

you pulled away as your hand trailed down his chest to undo the remaining strap of his overalls and jax groaned, his body arching up against you at the gentle touch. he was so sensitive, so wound up, and he couldn’t even try to hide it. not with how desperate he was for you. he swallowed hard, eyes fluttering open to look up at you like he couldn’t believe you were really there. like he thought you would disappear if he blinked.

"please," jax whispered hoarsely, pulling away breathlessly and looking down at the growing tent in his overalls. "please, i need- i can't-"

poor thing couldn’t even finish a sentence. who were you to say no?

you shimmied out of your pants and dropped them on the floor next to you too, and jax’s eyes drifted down lower and lower. by this point you may as well have been dripping for him. he fumbled to free his aching cock from his overalls and you swore you could’ve started drooling.

jax inhaled sharply as you lifted your hips to hover just above his length, and before you could even make the next move his hands were on your hips, shoving you down onto him with such force it pulled a loud gasp from the both of you.

he was shaking underneath you, his hands clutching at you so desperately like he was scared you would disappear right within his arms. jax tilted his head, baring his neck to you automatically, and when you dipped your head down to sink your teeth down into him his quick breaths were punctuated with whines and ragged sounds of pleasure.

it was almost like jax was an entirely different person when he was this desperate for you.

he was shaking like a leaf, breathing heavily and trembling underneath you like he was barely holding onto you for dear life. jax’s grip on your hips was tight enough to bruise, but he steeled himself just long enough to choke out a single word.

"move.”

you let out a soft mewl as you slowly began to rock your hips. jax threw his head back against the beanbag, letting out a moan that sounded pornographic.

the wet sound of skin against skin and your soft pants and whines bounced off of your walls. you didn’t even realize you were speeding up until one of jax’s hands flew from your hips to the wall behind you for some form of stabilization.

“doin’ so good for me jax, s’good baby,” you breathed out, and a string of censored profanities fell from jax at the sound of your soft praises.

tears pricked at the corners of jax’s eyes, head lolling back further as they dropped down his face. you felt so good, so warm around him. your hips stuttered against him as that oh so familiar heat pooled low in your stomach, and by the way jax was softly whimpering your name in between shaky inhales, you knew he was in the same state.

”you deserve this after the day you’ve had, hmm?”

jax’s brain felt like mush sloshing around in his head, and he could only slur out a reply.

“mmh i deserve it,” his ears were pinned flat against his head, pupils so small you could only slightly see them in the dim light of your room.

without warning jax’s hips rutted up into you, a loud groan falling from his mouth as he spilled his hot release into you. your hips slowed just slightly whilst chasing your own high.

jax softly sobbed your name out as you fell limp against him, bodies both twitching and shaking.

“thank you, thank you, thank you..” he trailed off, his hand sliding off the wall behind you two to hold the back of your head.

you two were silent for a long time, breathing in the scent of each other as if it was some sort of drug. you didn’t care to lift yourself off of him, simply just laying there as his twitching cock softened inside of you.

”feel better?” you sat up with a tired smile. jax looked up at you like you were a goddess reincarnated.

“we gotta do this more often.”

you just laughed and leaned your head against his chest again.

“we should probably clean this beanbag.”

a/n: first freaky post, kinda nervous….🥀

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

𐙚𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐂 ༄.°

JAX ~

mishap

spare time

misfortune

stylish

make it awkward

gentleman-ish

xoxo

bluff

envy, darling

lazy days

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HIII!!! LOVE YOUR WRITING!! could you do the bar scene with jax’s reaction to the reader in dress?? 💗 TYY

stylish °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: jax sees reader in a dress and has a mental crisis. that’s it. that’s the summary.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: afab reader, slightly suggestive, drunk jax, jax is very flirty

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 923

you stared at your reflection from a shop window for what seemed like ages. rain streaked down the window, slightly distorting your figure in the reflection. the cold droplets splashing down on your skin left trails of shivers down your skin.

“thanks for the umbrella caine,” you grumbled to nobody but yourself. your eyes settled on the dress again.

it was made with a glittery black material, the skirt dropping down to your ankles. a long slit ran up the side of the dress, and above off-shoulder sleeves was a pretty necklace that glittered wonderfully underneath the neon lights.

you never thought you would say this about yourself during your time at the circus, but you looked good. aside from the fact that you were soaking wet. seriously, no umbrella?

you sighed and looked over at what appeared to be a bar. it was the only building with ridiculously large arrow signs pointing at it, so you figured that was the place to go.

jax tapped his foot impatiently against the floor. what was taking you so long? had you decided to skip this adventure?

how could you do that to him? who else would keep him entertained?

as everybody droned on about their past professions and lives before the circus, jax found himself glancing at the door frequently.

“jax, are you even listening?” zooble grunted out at him, eyes narrowed as they stared at him expectantly.

he shot them a look full of disdain, before clearing his throat to speak. well, he was going to, but the sound of the door swinging open brought a wide grin to his face. jax turned to face you with an expression that suspiciously looked like relief.

“finally, was started to worry you’d-“ his voice died in his throat when he finally turned all the way around. oh.

oh god.

that was all he could think as his eyes landed on you.

“sorry i’m late,” you muttered, leaning over and wringing your hair out before tossing behind you casually. “did i miss anything?”

“no no! we were getting worried you wouldn’t show for a second,” ragatha beamed at you.

“wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you jokingly winked at her with a lazy smile.

jax felt like that cartoon wolf with the eyes that popped out of its head and heart that beat out of its chest as his tongue lolled out. his eyes dragged shamelessly up and down your figure multiple times, pupils rapidly shrinking.

you were hot.

you walked up to the empty seat next to kinger and jax, trailing a finger across his upper back. a harmless action, something you didn’t pay much mind to as you settled yourself in the stool.

as for jax, he felt like he was going to combust at your soft touch.

he was still staring down at you as your ordered your drink of choice. something fruity and strong. he had to force himself to look away as your tongue darted out to lick the excess alcohol from your lips.

jax tugged at the collar of his white button up, clearing his throat uncomfortably and shifting in his seat before impulsively downing his whole drink. which was not a good idea. at all.

after you finished talking about your last job as a nurse and somebody else picked up the conversation, you turned to jax. he had been weirdly quiet.

he was already staring at you. he looked.. disheveled.

“what’s wrong with you? you haven’t said a word since i got here,” you said with a weird look on your face.

jax didn’t say anything. he just stared at you with lidded eyes and slowly blinked. he looked like he belonged in one of those cheesy rom-com movies.

“hello?” you waved a hand in front of his face and he swatted it away with a grunt.

“okayy god, so rude,” he slightly slurred out.

ohh. that explained it.

“jax are you already drunk? you’ve only had like.. one shot,” your eyes flicked down to the empty shot glass sitting in front of him, then up to his sheepish grin.

“no, no, never. i would neverrr do that to my girl,” he smushed your face in his hands.

you pryed his hands away from your face with a deadpan expression, and you turned away to take another sip of your drink. this was weird, even for jax.

”has anyone told you that you look beautiful tonight angel?” you promptly began to choke on your drink, wide eyes turning to face jax.

“okayy no more alcohol for you,” you managed to gasp out.

”i was hoping for a thank you dollface,” he hummed, shrunken pupils eyeing you in a way that had you squirming in your seat.

thank god the others were too distracted with their own conversations or this would’ve been just plain embarrassing.

“thank you jax,” you mumbled out, rubbing your temple exasperatedly.

he rested a hand on his cheek as he watched you joke around and laugh for a little while. he obviously interrupted with a snarky comment every now and then, but his heart wasn’t really in it. he would’ve rather been in you if he had it his way.

you found yourself scooting closer to him after a few minutes passed, the alcohol having started to take effect on you as well.

an evil grin slowly spread across his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning in extra close. his lips brushed your ear as he spoke.

“wanna get outta here?”

a/n: this request is like four days old so sorry but here it is finally!!

[miinxiee]

UM WHAT? HELLO WONDERFUL CREATURES OMG

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gulp,,IM SCARED TO DO REQUESTSS💔💔 idk why,, uhm could we have a reader that’s really awkward around jax because they are head over heels for him? IDK I JUST THINK ABOUT YHIS SM💔 love ur work Hdhdbbdhxhfh

make it awkward °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you think jax can’t notice how painfully awkward you’ve been since you realized your developing crush on him, but he does. what’s worse? he likes it.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: jax and reader are crushing on each other, reader is so awkward (real), they’re so cutie, THANK YOU ANON MUCH MUCH MUCH LOVE ❤️

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

this was just great.

you didn’t know how things could go so wrong, and you were having trouble recounting the chain of events that lead you to be locked in what seemed to be a closet. with jax.

you were locked in a closet. with. jax.

he had finally given up on trying all of his keys to unlock the door five minutes ago, and now you two were enveloped in silence.

to pass the time you twiddled your thumbs, solved math equations in your head, but most of all, you stared at jax.

what? he just looked so good in this lighting, and his voice sounded extra nice that day, and-

“what’re you lookin at?” jax raised his eyebrows at you, and you froze.

your eyes darted around the room as you stumbled over your words.

“there was- i thought that you had..something..on your face. that’s all,” you mumbled at the end, your eyes finally landing at the floor beside you.

“whatever,” jax shrugged, and your heart sank a little for some reason.

another beat of silence.

“y’know, if you think i’m cute, don’t be afraid to tell me. im all ears,” he wiggled his long ears for emphasis, causing you to let a small laugh.

and then you choked. you choked while you were laughing. of course. now you were coughing and hacking while jax just stared at you with a lazy grin. he didn’t attempt to help you, but you knew he wouldn’t.

your face was burning from embarrassment by the time you finished your coughing fit, and you swore that if you ever got out of this you would never show your face in front of jax again.

jax thought it was kind of cute, how nervous you were being with him. it was definitely entertaining, if anything. you however, thought he was going to set you on fire or use you as a lock pick.

”you done now doll face?” he said with a dull tone, though the grin on his face was still present.

“oh uh- yeah, yeah no sorry i just..” you froze. “i’ll just.. stop talking now.”

now that made him frown.

“and why would you do that?” he was pressing further than you would’ve cared for.

“i’m just tired, that’s all.” you curled yourself into the corner of the closet.

“tired because you almost coughed your kidney out? or because you’re too nervous right now?”

you were really in for it now.

”c’mon sweets, what’s got you so worked up?”

“i’m locked in a closet jax.” you said, like it was obvious that was the only reason.

“right, silly me, how could i forget,” jax’s eyes narrowed. “or is it cause you’re locked in a closet with me?”

you’re eyes slowly widened at the realization that jax wasn’t going to let up anymore. you were being backed into a corner with no way out, and you were scared. scared because in your mind, rejection was the only ending for this whole crush you had. you didnt even want to imagine getting rejected by jax.

the thought of all the cruel words he could say made your heart tighten in your chest, along with your throat.

you brought your knees to your chest and rested your face on them, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. how embarrassing. now you were crying of embarrassment even though crying would just embarrass you more.

“anywho are we gonna-“ as he began to stand up he stopped short when he heard one lone sniff you couldn’t stifle. “are you.. crying?”

“no.” yes.

he sighed and plopped back down on the ground, scooting closer to you. girls were so weird.

“if this is about your whole thing for me you got going on don’t sweat it, i know i’m amazing and everything so-“

“shut up jax!” you finally interjected, your head turning so you could peer up at him with a tear streaked face.

“it’s not just about that. we are locked in a closet that feels like it’s 110 degrees, it smells like bleach, i swear there’s rats in here, and all i’ve been doing is making a fool of myself!”

you paused, sniffling softly.

“and i doubt you understand because you’re the type of person that doesn’t have to care about what others think because everybody is so worried about what you think.”

jax didn’t know what to say. he just stared, mouth opening and closing like a fish. he really wasn’t equipped to deal with this, and for anybody else he probably would’ve laughed at them. but you weren’t anybody else, so he had to try. …for you.

“maybe you’re wrong.” was all jax said, and he didn’t elaborate further. the look on his face was enough to stop the tears from falling down your face.

you brought your hands to your face and wiped the tears away, taking a deep breath.

“do you think it’s weird?” you finally said, just barely above a whisper. you refused to look at him now.

“think what’s weird?”

“that i.. y’know..” you trailed off.

“that you like me?” you squeezed your eyes shut with a wince, and nodded.

a thoughtful look crossed his face before he spoke up.

“nah, everybody likes me,” he shrugged.

you opened your eyes, wince morphing into a confused look.

“that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard,” you said with a laugh.

“ouch doll, a lot more people like me than you realize,” he put a hand to his heart, feigning hurt.

you two stared at each other for but too long before your eyes fixated on some cleaning bottles behind him.

“can we talk about all of… this when we get out of here?” you mumbled finally.

your face was still slightly burning with embarrassment from the prior events.

jax didn’t anything for a long time. he seemed to be deep in thought. you almost gave up and told him to forget about it before he spoke:

“why not now?”

a/n: not sure how i feel about this one, but honestly this is so me in this situation. like i cry when i get mad, embarrassed, or happy or literally anything it’s honestly a curse..

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rubbing my hands together like an evil fly at these requests

[miinxiee]

he’s too ourple…

gentleman-ish °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 3 moments jax cared for you before your relationship, in his own way of course.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: why he ourple

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 725

jax hated the soft frown your face made when something upset you, the way your eyes slightly saddened. it made something in his body feel wrong.

that was the look plastered on your face after gangle accidentally dropped and shattered one of your favorite little trinkets on the checkered floor of the circus whilst you were trying to tell her about it. a small fat duck, to be exact. you stared at the floor for 7 and a half seconds with that stupid look on your face before you sighed, let it go, and turned to reassure gangle.

gangle was in shambles, apologizing profusely over and over with a guilty quiver in her voice. she felt so awful her comedy mask split right down the middle, and your thoughts strayed completely from the duck, your mind instead focusing solely on your friend.

jax watched with narrowed eyes as you walked away with her to go fix the mask, giving multiple reassurances that you weren’t mad and that it was just an accident with a soft grin on your face.

how did you do that? just.. forget about the whole thing just like that? gangle had broken one of your favorite things, but you were more focused on her broken comedy mask.

jax swore he hated you for being so considerate and kind to others even when (in his opinion) they didn’t deserve it.

despite that, you exited your room the next day to find that sitting just in front of your door, was your previously shattered duck. it was fixed! ..mostly.

there was glue and tape and for some reason a bit of glitter visible on it, but aside from the messiness, it was still your little duck.

you gently scooped it up in your hands and inspected it, before looking around the hallway for any sign of anyone who could’ve put it there.

you didn’t notice that two doors down, jax’s door was ever so slightly ajar, and a mustard-colored eye was watching your reaction closely.

jax however, certainly noticed the small smile that graced itself on your lips.

you were doing a quite long obstacle course as caine’s adventure for the day, but this particular part had your nerves on edge.

jax hopped over the floating tiles just ahead of you with ease, but your eyes couldn’t leave the bubbling lava below everyone.

you weren’t scared that it would kill you, that was impossible here, you just didn’t want to feel the agonizing pain before somebody finally pulled you out. “awhh, scared of some fake lava? you kill me [name],” he grinned smugly at you over his shoulder, and before you could snap out a reply, you heard a loud crack beneath your feet.

you had no time to scramble to the next tile before the one you were standing on gave way right beneath your feet.

you didn’t scream, only a sharp inhale came from you as you braced yourself for the pain.

you weren’t falling though. you were dangling.

jax’s hand was firm on your forearm, but what really surprised you when you cracked open your eyes was the slight panic on his face.

at the slight of your opening eyes jax’s face returned to its usually cocky smirk with a hint of irritation added. he hastily pulled you up and kept making his merry way across the tiles, mumbling about ‘paying attention’ and ‘being stupid’.

you figured the uncomfortably fake heat from the lava was why your face felt hot.

you were mid-sentence when jax interrupted you.

“hold still,” is all he said as his gloved hands reached out for you.

before you could turn and ask why, his hands were on the collar of your shirt. he wasn’t rushed or aggressive, but slow and precise as he smoothed it out.

his fingers brushed against your bare skin a couple of times and your pupils shrank as his hand ran down your shoulder in one final motion to smooth everything out.

“it was crooked,” jax said simply. “buggin’ me watching you walk around like a tornado almost killed you or somethin.”

and then he was gone, walking away with a hand on his hip like nothing happened, and all you could really do was stare at the back of his head in confusion.

he’s lucky you couldn’t see the accomplished grin on his face.

a/n: just some cute little moments between you and our favorite purple chew toy.

[miinxiee]

tags are being weird new work is here tho

gentleman-ish

[miinxiee]

PLEASE LEAVE REQUESTS PLEASEPLEASPRLEAPSPELAPLRASPRL

I WANT TO HEAR HOW YOUR FUNNY LITTLE MINDS WORK (i WILL write freaky stuff, be warned)

[miinxiee]

gentleman-ish °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 3 moments jax cared for you before your relationship, in his own way of course.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: why he ourple

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 725

jax hated the soft frown your face made when something upset you, the way your eyes slightly saddened. it made something in his body feel wrong.

that was the look plastered on your face after gangle accidentally dropped and shattered one of your favorite little trinkets on the checkered floor of the circus whilst you were trying to tell her about it. a small fat duck, to be exact. you stared at the floor for 7 and a half seconds with that stupid look on your face before you sighed, let it go, and turned to reassure gangle.

gangle was in shambles, apologizing profusely over and over with a guilty quiver in her voice. she felt so awful her comedy mask split right down the middle, and your thoughts strayed completely from the duck, your mind instead focusing solely on your friend.

jax watched with narrowed eyes as you walked away with her to go fix the mask, giving multiple reassurances that you weren’t mad and that it was just an accident with a soft grin on your face.

how did you do that? just.. forget about the whole thing just like that? gangle had broken one of your favorite things, but you were more focused on her broken comedy mask.

jax swore he hated you for being so considerate and kind to others even when (in his opinion) they didn’t deserve it.

despite that, you exited your room the next day to find that sitting just in front of your door, was your previously shattered duck. it was fixed! ..mostly.

there was glue and tape and for some reason a bit of glitter visible on it, but aside from the messiness, it was still your little duck.

you gently scooped it up in your hands and inspected it, before looking around the hallway for any sign of anyone who could’ve put it there.

you didn’t notice that two doors down, jax’s door was ever so slightly ajar, and a mustard-colored eye was watching your reaction closely.

jax however, certainly noticed the small smile that graced itself on your lips.

you were doing a quite long obstacle course as caine’s adventure for the day, but this particular part had your nerves on edge.

jax hopped over the floating tiles just ahead of you with ease, but your eyes couldn’t leave the bubbling lava below everyone.

you weren’t scared that it would kill you, that was impossible here, you just didn’t want to feel the agonizing pain before somebody finally pulled you out. “awhh, scared of some fake lava? you kill me [name],” he grinned smugly at you over his shoulder, and before you could snap out a reply, you heard a loud crack beneath your feet.

you had no time to scramble to the next tile before the one you were standing on gave way right beneath your feet.

you didn’t scream, only a sharp inhale came from you as you braced yourself for the pain.

you weren’t falling though. you were dangling.

jax’s hand was firm on your forearm, but what really surprised you when you cracked open your eyes was the slight panic on his face.

at the slight of your opening eyes jax’s face returned to its usually cocky smirk with a hint of irritation added. he hastily pulled you up and kept making his merry way across the tiles, mumbling about ‘paying attention’ and ‘being stupid’.

you figured the uncomfortably fake heat from the lava was why your face felt hot.

you were mid-sentence when jax interrupted you.

“hold still,” is all he said as his gloved hands reached out for you.

before you could turn and ask why, his hands were on the collar of your shirt. he wasn’t rushed or aggressive, but slow and precise as he smoothed it out.

his fingers brushed against your bare skin a couple of times and your pupils shrank as his hand ran down your shoulder in one final motion to smooth everything out.

“it was crooked,” jax said simply. “buggin’ me watching you walk around like a tornado almost killed you or somethin.”

and then he was gone, walking away with a hand on his hip like nothing happened, and all you could really do was stare at the back of his head in confusion.

he’s lucky you couldn’t see the accomplished grin on his face.

a/n: just some cute little moments between you and our favorite purple chew toy.

[miinxiee]

more fics are coming soon dw ive been going through a bit of a slump but the passion is still burning deep inside me trust 🙏

who knows maybe jax isn’t the only character i’ll write for