#ment; ajax anderson

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bax / [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to sext me?

[Buffy 📲 Jax ] – i know that you’re bad at texting but this is truly next level.

[Buffy 📲 Jax ] – how about you just come over for the real thing?

[lorettaelizabethretired]

1. renier, jax, buzz

fuck, marry, kill

“Fuck Buzz, marry Renier, kill Jax.”

“Fuck Renier, marry Jax, kill Buzz. He gives me the heebies.”

[lorettaelizabethretired]

♡ jax/buffy

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship,italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

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❧ buffy/jax

Send me ❧ for a text that was about my muse, but was meant to be for someone else.

[sent to Jax, 9:26 AM] Holy. fucking. shit. Had the best sex of my life last night. 🤯

[lorettaelizabethretired]

[text] You’re important to me. (buffy/jax)

[text] You’re important to me, too.

[text] Maybe a little more than important.

[text] It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. 

[lorettaelizabethretired]

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” - jax/buffy

“Okay,” Buffy nodded, a little too much nervous breath in her voice as she looked up at Jax from the foot of the hotel bed where she sat, fingers absently toying at a loose thread on the floral comforter. 

He’d promised that her first client would be easy; that it was a customer that he trusted and Jax had sent to girls for many years and had never had a problem with. That made her feel better. 

She trusted Jax. Something in his eyes made it impossible for her not to.

She flashed him a smile - and it wasn’t even forced.

“I know this is going to sound stupid but, um. Could you…Wait outside the door? You know, just in case? I’d feel better if I knew you were close.”

PROTECTOR / PROTECTEE STARTERS - accepting

[lorettaelizabethretired]

“I just wanted to take another look at you.” buffy/jax

A STAR IS BORN (2018) STARTERS...

She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in one of her more expensive sets of lingerie (only for her best customers) with Jax’s jacket thrown over her shoulders. Jax had left the room with such a swift and controlled fury, but the door was still left ajar – “I’m gonna go take care of him.”. She can hear muffled voices down the hall (she’s able to pick out Jax’s tone right away, the clipped edges of it, so low that she can’t quite make out what he’s saying), an ensuring scuffle as security makes the choice for the high roller who seems to be refusing to leave. His riled curses seem to fill the entire floor of the brothel as Buffy’s eyes flick towards the door – able to catch a flash of the high rollers face as he’s forced to exit.

(”I want my money back. What kind of place are you running here, Anderson? She said your fucking name while I was fucking her. That goddamn cunt. She broke my fucking nose, what am I supposed to tell my wife?”)

Her hands are still shaking on her lap. She swallows, struggles, and finds a challenge in it. Her throat is inflaming with pain from what Buffy can only assume was an attempt by the man to cut off her air supply completely. Adrenaline of some bullshit like that must have taken over when she realized he wouldn’t stop to let her breathe – because no way in hell would she be able to normally to take on a guy easily twice her weight to end up on top of him on the bed and beating at every inch of his skin she could get at with small fists.

Thank god Jax had been able to her hear cries of fury as she pummeled him into the bedsheets.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened –” Her voice is hoarse as Jax reenters the room; she can hear his breaths, heated and heavy, as he kneels down next to the bed to be eye level with her. Please, don’t fire me, her green eyes beg as they meet his.

“I just wanted to take another look at you.”

The change in his voice, a softness that she hasn’t been exposed to before this moment, is enough to calm the tremors of her hands as his own move to trace fingers over her neck to examine where brilliant bruises of red and purple have already begun to bloom in the shape of another man’s grip. 

The flinch that catches through her body is from the pain, but the hitch in her breath is from something else entirely. 

“Ajax –”  

The word hovers there in the air between them, her eyes on his and his touch on the paper thin skin over her veins. Can he feel how hard her heart is beating under his fingertips?

It’s the first time she’d addressed him by his name – not boss, or chief, captain, or any other title to remind her that this was a line she shouldn’t cross.  

But she said it in bed with another man. And he knows it.

“You know, it’s not that I don’t enjoy a good kinky choke now and again,” she jokes, her voice a joking rasp as she makes an attempt to diffuse the tension from this moment. “But a girl needs a little warning, you know?”

[lorettaelizabethretired]

☆ buffy/jax

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

“Hey, it’s me. Buffy, in case you don’t have my number saved. I’ve been doing shots of tequlia and they haven’t quite hit me fully yet but I’m going to blame this on them later if you ask me. I-I’ve been thinking about…Whatever has been going on here. That…kiss. And the way that we look at each other. And fuck Jax – What –what –what are we doing? Life is too goddamn short, you know? And there’s so many worse things going on in this town than – than how we could feel about each other. Right? Am I stupid? I don’t know. Jesus tits, it’s cold out here. Anyway, I’m tired of swallowing it down and pretending. Swallowing the feeling, I mean, not anything gross –GOD. Anyway. I feel like you feel the same. Yeah? I feel like you look at me like you want me. If you do, let me know. And–And yeah, I’ll see you around. I’ll probably see you at the carnival tomorrow. I’ll buy you a beer or something to make up for this call. Take care of yourself. Byyyyyye.”

[lorettaelizabethretired]

talk about us - buffy/jax

What they define their relationship with your muse as:

“Former/current employer. But in varying degrees. Friends. I hope he sees me as a friend, at least.”

Something they like about your muse:

“I like this eyes. And his hands. His tattoos. And the gray in his hair. And his loyalty – which I know sounds backhanded but it’s not. If you do right by Jax, he’ll do right by you. And I like they way it feels when I’m able to get a smile out of him.”

Something they dislike about your muse:

“He walks around with the weight of the world on his sturdy, broad, well defined shoulders, and I don’t think he’d know what to do with himself if it wasn’t there.”

Their first impression of your muse:

“He looks good for a guy his age. Hello, there.”

Their impression of your muse now:

“I trust the guy with my life.”

How they feel about your muse:

“I don’t think I should go into that. I blush easily, and I don't wanna make things weird.”

Something they are hiding from your muse:

“I want to kick your son’s teeth in, but I’m not doing it out of respect for you. And I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Something they wish they could to tell your muse:

“I think my feelings are going a little further than I had planned.”