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♡ Loves popping up out of nowhere just to smack a kiss on you and watch you fall apart after. He loves catching you off guard. Loves the way you gasp and shove at him even though you’re smiling. Jax is shameless about affection too, especially if he can tease you with it. He’ll hook an arm around your waist and drag you in against him like it’s nothing, just to make sure everyone around knows you’re his. Expect plenty of bites to your ear and dirty whispers that make you start laughing and blushing at the exact same time.
♡ Though, for all his cocky attitude, Jax melts for you in private. He might act indifferent to everyone else, but when it’s just the two of you, he lets himself be more opened in his feelings. He’ll hold you close and murmur soft, sweet crap into your ear that he’d deny saying if anyone asked.
♡ Tries to act like the whole “being stuck in the digital circus forever” thing doesn’t bother him, but you see through him. Sometimes you catch him staring off into nothing, face weirdly blank for a guy who’s usually sarcastic about everything. He’ll never actually talk about how he feels, It's during these moments that you see the cracks in his facade, and you wish you could do more to help him.
♡ Gets jealous ridiculously fast, too. He’ll hide it behind jokes and his shit-eating grin, but he’s protective as hell, especially when it comes to you. He gets especially jealous over Caine, so if he sees Caine getting too close, Jax will drape an arm over your shoulder. “you know, Dollface, I think we should spend some time together.”
♡ Jax's sense of humor is dark and dirty, and he loves making you laugh as much as he loves that confused (sometimes disgusted) look on your face whenever his jokes and pranks cross the line. He’s always dropping something borderline inappropriate, and even when you roll your eyes at him, he still somehow gets away with it just because he’s… Well, Jax.
♡ everyone else thinks he’s rude or cold, but behind closed doors that man is a total clingy mess. He’ll try to play it off as another joke at first, as if he’s pretending, but he genuinely loves curling up with you after a long, exhausting day. Those long arms wrap around you, his face pressed into your neck, and every now and then he’ll actually start talking about the heavy shit in his head.
♡ one night, Jax is tossing and turning in his sleep, a troubled expression on his face.
“Jax… hey. it’s okay. im here,” you whisper, brushing your hand down his arm. Little by little, the tension leaves his body, his breaths evening out again as he settles. You keep telling him he’s safe, calming him with your voice. When he finally wakes, eyes cloudy and confused, you just pull him in without making a big deal out of it. He collapses into you, burying his face in your shoulder, ears drooping as he clings on. You can feel his body tremble slightly as he tries to shake off the lingering fear from his dream. He doesn't say anything, but his grip on you tightens, and you know that your presence has brought him the comfort he desperately needed