#axel cluney x reader angst

[emmyrosee]

OOOO #22 OF THE KISSING PROMPTS W/ AXEL X ROMAN X READER!! BUT!! It's before they're all together and Axel is still fixing her car, and one of his mechanics walks in aaHHH

OOOOOO, OKOKOKOK-

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“He is just so unbelievable!”

Into the late hours of night, not long after your boyfriend, Roman, had retreaded into his office, was when you had made your nightly drive to Cluney Automotive to pay your new friend Axel a visit.

You had paid of your car, not needing any maintenance, but you still found yourself wanting to go to his garage, interested in his work and day, as well as enjoying whatever drinks he had, or whatever cookies the local bakery had given him before they closed. 

And now, watching Axel nurse his beer, nodding to your words and listening intently to your concerns and rants about Roman and his arrogance.

It was another thing you liked about Axel; he was so well liked in his community, compared to Roman who used tactics of fear and anger to make his people cave in submission. Axel, who helped the elderly bakery owner haul ingredients in, or bought drinks and lunch for his employees after long days, was the complete, refreshing opposite.

“I mean, for God’s sake, I am not a child! How dare he threaten to ‘take the car’ from me when I’m the one running his errands all day!”

“It’s disrespectful,” Axel says calmly, setting his beer down and picking up his screwdriver and pointing the head to you. “He clearly has no clue how lucky he is to have you in his life. And that’s not fair to you.” Tilting his head, he sighs, “you deserve someone who doesn’t confuse a protectiveness with imprisonment.” He moves to ruffle your hair, smiling at your playful bats of protest at his hand.

“I know,” you assure, smiling up at him. “But thank you, Axel. Truly.” He gives you a wink and moves to continue his shock absorbers, and you watch him, a certain unease in your heart.

Axel always spoke to you in such a manner, so protective and reassuring, you could feel yourself thriving from it. You knew it was wrong to feel such a way- you were with Roman! 

And yet... it seemed as if your prince charming had been right in front of you this whole time; you were in love with Roman. But you wanted Axel to rescue you.

As the mechanic passed your way to retrieve another tool, you suddenly grabbed onto his arm, your fingers curled around his as he stops and looks down at you curiously. 

“Believe me, Axel,” you whisper, face hot and vision blurry with  nervousness. “I know...” you shift slightly to angle in for a kiss, which Axel slowly complies. He gently cups your chin and tips you higher, slowly inching his face to yours.

“It’s because you do,” he assures, biting his lip as he finally dips down to connect your sweet lips with his.

His grip on your chin tightens suddenly, making your mouth hang open, and you groan in confused protest at the sharp jolt of your jaw. 

“No swelling or inflammation or anything,” he says quickly. “Just make sure when you get home you flush your skin and wash it as best as you can, and when you use WD-40, make sure the nozzle is away from you, ma’am.” Your brows pinch and he chuckles, “hey, Ross! I thought I sent you home hours ago?”

Ross. His employee had walked in before the kiss could be connected. You work your jaw from Axel’s grip and give Ross a smile, still dizzy as he looks at you both with a confused look.

“You did,” he says, shaking his head to ignore the awkwardness in the room. “But my fuckin’ brakes are squeaking. You’ve got to fire Mikey, the kid has no clue what he’s doing.”

“Well, let’s take a look,” Axel sighs, nodding to dismiss Ross, “be out in a second.” You watch as Ross leaves, and Axel scrubs his face in exhaustion. 

“You’ll be okay,” he says softly, casting you a look before heading to follow Ross. “Your boyfriend will take care of you if anything changes... get home and scrub yourself clean.” He’s still talking as if you’d sprayed a chemical on yourself, and you assume it’s to quell Ross’s suspicions.

But you knew better.

“Axel...” you whisper, tears stinging your eyes. 

He spins on his heel and places a soft kiss to your cheek, gazing down at you with adoration and disappointment in his emerald eyes.

“It’s too dangerous for you here... go home. I’d hate to get you hurt from my negligence...” with that, he leaves you to go to his main garage, leaving you in the back with his personal project and tears rolling down your cheeks.

(22- a kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party)

[hecohansen31]

OT3 One Shots (Masterlist)

DUNCAN SHEPHERD+FALLON CARRINGTON+READER:

(Headcanons): (*).

SUMMARY: Being Duncan’s baby girl was already difficult, but what happens when a third party enters the relationship… and when that third party is Fallon Freaking Carrington?

WARNINGS: Poly-Relationship, DD/LG themes (MM/LG, also), mentions of sex and oral sex.

“The Perfect Party”

SUMMARY: Seeing you sad, isn’t something Fallon and Duncan want, so they decide to cheer you up with just the perfect party.

WARNINGS: Mention of Smut, Toxic Friends, Rich People Being Extra.

“Never Too Much Champagne” (*).

SUMMARY: Champagne has that special power of making you giddy, so why not use it also in the bedroom?

WARNINGS: Sex, Strap-On Action (also in these cases it is suggested to wear a condom, better be safe than sorry), Oral Sex (Male & Female Receiving), Fingering, Dirty Talk, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Use of Champagne (please don’t use this fic as a tutorial for Champagne Sex, food/liquid, unless stated, SHOULD NEVER BE USED FOR INTERNAL USE, this is a fic and it is Duncan Shepherd/Fallon Carrington, but avoid it in reality).

(Kintober: (25th) Blindfold) (*).

SUMMARY. Rich people can be just “oh so” demanding… WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Restraints, Edging and Blindfold, Poly-Relationship.

MICHAEL LANGDON+DUNCAN SHEPHERD+READER:

(Kinktober: (30th) Teasing+Costume/Suit) (*).

SUMMARY: The effect that a latex suit might have on some men is incredible.

WARNINGS: Teasing, Handjob, Suit-Latex Kink, Idiots being idiots.

DUNCAN SHEPHERD+JIM MASON+READER:

(Kintober: (21st) A/B/O) (*).

SUMMARY: You are torn between two men, one giving you enough but not what you want and the other giving you what you want, but not being serious enough… and in these cases… do you really have to choose?

WARNINGS: Dom/Sub, Anal Sex (Male+Male)/Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Mentions of Edging and Poly-Relationship.

AXEL CLUNEY+READER+JIM MASON:

(Kinktober (26th): Scratching) (Pro Biker! AU) (*).

SUMMARY: Strange signs onto the best mechanic’s back can bring some questions in the stables…

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex (Unprotected, so please wrap it all up), Male Masturbation, Mommy Kink, Domb/Sub Relationship, Scratching, Axel Not Being Able To Shut The Fuck Up.

[faebirdie]

Not-So Repressed Feelings

Pairing:  Axel Cluney/fem!Reader 

Category: Fluff/Angst

Words: 5,508

Warnings: Cursing, Hints toward sex, Talk of stalking and creepy men, Minor Violence, Standoffish!Axel

Summary:  Axel can’t stop himself from falling for the girl he’s been told to protect, despite trying his absolute hardest not to.

A/N’s: Guess who jumped on the Bill Skarsgard train and immediately fell in love with a character that we barely know anything about? This dumbass! Anyways, I started writing this fic and planning it out before Deadpool 2 had come out, so its not at all cannon complicit and due to my lack of knowledge about the plot or even Axel himself, its probably more of an AU. I was also thinking about doing a fluffier part 2. Would anyone be interested in that? Also, I haven’t posted anything knew since October so, sorry about that! Requests are still open at the moment if anyone would like to send anything in, though please make sure to read my request rules first!

Masterlist & Request Rules

You aren’t sure how to process what you’re hearing. And to be honest you already weren’t quite sure what to think when you had opened your front door to the two people standing in front of you now. They were both a bit strange, this girl with her pixie cut and dark lipstick stained scowl and the tall man covered in tattoos. They might have been the ones coming to you, but that didn’t seem to help with there standoffishness. Nor did the fact that what they were telling you was absolutely insane and horrifying. They both maintain straight, unchanged faces as they tell you that a man who had become interested in you was a complete psychopath and that you might be in danger because of it. Neither of them even tried to comfort you as they told you the man you’d come to mainly just come to know as a good tipper when he came in to the diner where you worked at was actually a very dangerous criminal.

You’re quick to slam the door to your apartment in their faces, assuming they were both out of their minds. You couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what all they had just told you as you locked every lock on your door before moving to sit on your couch. And more specifically about how it didn’t actually seem completely out of the realm of possibility. You had always gotten a weird vibe from this man, especially after noticing how his knuckles were often all cut up, as if he spent a lot of his time punching something, or someone. About how it would explain some of the weird stuff that had happened lately, like how you had found a bouquet of your favorite flowers randomly on your doorstep on a couple of different occasions or why he was always staring at you. It would explain why he seemed to only come in when you were working, even though he shouldn’t have any way of knowing your schedule and why he was always so rude to any of the men who worked with you, and only the men. And of course, it would explain the car with the dark windows that you kept seeing everywhere you went.

In fact, the more you thought about it the more it actually made sense that he could be exactly what they had told you he was. And the more you thought about the possibility of him actually being what they had said, being some sort of vicious mob enforcer, the more nervous and paranoid you became. You hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten, you were so caught up in your thoughts. At this point your heart seemed to be trying to beat its way out of your chest and your hands were shaking so bad that you could barely grab your keys off of the hook by your door without dropping them. Your mind feels so scattered and you aren’t even thinking through anything you were doing at this point. You don’t know where you’re going, and you had absolutely no idea what to do next. You just knew that you needed to get out of your small, constraining apartment.

Though in the end, you didn’t need to think through it much longer, because you didn’t even make it fully out of your entryway before noticing the tall man, alone this time, who was now sitting against the wall across from your apartment. He’s quick to hold his hands out in front of himself in a passive gesture when he notices the worried look placed on your face due to his presence, though you are quick to try to hide the emotion, not wanting to show this strange man any weakness. You take a deep breath before forcing yourself to speak, “W-What are you still doing here?”

He slowly pulls his large body up into a standing position before answering your question, “Someone has to be here to make sure you don’t get hurt, whether you believe us about your situation or not.”

Something about the way he says it throws you off. The monotone voice he uses and the relaxed way he is leaning his shoulder against the wall behind him makes it seem as if he couldn’t give less of a shit about you or whether or not you’re ok. Like this is nothing more than a job to him. It throws you off enough that you don’t make any move to stop him when he pushes past you and makes his way into your small apartment.

Your quick to pull yourself out of your daze though and cautiously follow him inside, though you make sure to stand close enough to the door to make a quick exit, just in case it comes to that.

“Can you prove it?” You try to keep your voice steady this time, not wanting him to know just how truly terrified you actually are. He takes a moment to look around before answering you. You watch him carefully as his eyes wander around the brightly lit apartment, taking in your large bookshelf and the photos of your friends and family that decorate the small place before allowing his eyes to wander over to you.

“I can,” he starts, his eyes staring straight into yours, an almost hypnotizing glow to them, “But, I don’t think a sweet girl like you’s gonna like what’s on the photos I have, so how bout you let me actually fully explain what’s going on and then you can decide whether or not you want to see them?”

He words it like it’s a question, like he’s giving you the choice, but the way he says it and the look he’s giving you say otherwise. So, instead of replying you just stand there, staring at him and raising your eyebrows, the closest he’s gonna get to an actual response from you. The corner of his mouth quirks up a little at your response as he walks towards your couch and sits down, making himself at home. You scoff when he gestures to the seat next to him, which gains an eye roll from him.

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would of already and that weak door wouldn’t have stopped me from getting in here. Now please, sit?” His first sentence is rough and cocky, which seems to just be his general vibe, but when he asks you to sit it’s gentler, more calming the agitating. After a moment of hesitation, you move from your spot near the door and sit on the far end of the couch from him. He nods at this before turning his eyes up towards the ceiling, trying to find the right words for what he is about to say.

“It’s not a large gang,” He starts, still hesitant, “but they have some power behind them and a very anti-mutant agenda. That’s why we started paying attention to them.” His jaw clenches as he says this, though he’s thrown off when a chuckle escapes your lips, lips that he’s already had a hard time keeping his eyes off of if he’s being honest with himself.

You’re about to explain when he starts speaking again, “Which is why you’re important. From what we’ve heard, their doing experiments on some missing mutants, most of them homeless kids they’ve picked off the street. And this guy who’s interested in you clearly doesn’t know about your mutation, I’d assume?”

You’re not able to keep the shock from your face when he says this. You didn’t how he knew about that and it worries you. You’ve tried so hard to keep it a secret. He waits a moment for you to process what he’s said before speaking again. He explains how a friend of yours had gone to his group for help after figuring out who the man from the diner – Lenny, he calls him – was. He tells her that while the not so casual stalking was already bad enough, him finding out about your powers could be worse.

At this point you have began to shake  even worse than you had been earlier.  He must have notice this too because he leans towards you slightly before saying in a gentle voice, “It’s gonna be ok though. We’re close to getting him anyways and until then, I’m gonna keep you safe.”

He seems to soften just slightly when he says this, though he’s quick to hide it. You don’t even know where to begin with the questions you have at this point. You don’t know whether you should ask about his plan for keeping you safe or why this group of his cares about some random mutant girl who can barely make ends meet or even who his group was, so instead you ask the question that just keeps clawing its way to the front of you mind, hoping it doesn’t sound too rude, “Why you?”

He looks away when you ask this, trying to ignore the fact that he is hurt by some random girl he doesn’t even know. You start talking again before he can answer, already feeling bad, “Not that I don’t appreciate it! I do! It’s just that-“ You stop for a second trying to find the right words, “That I don’t get why you, your group would want to help me. I’m not important or anything. And you, well honestly you don’t really seem to care all that much.”

He fails to keep himself from staring at your lips when you start to bite them, but he pulls himself out of it quickly and answers you, “We can’t exactly just sit by and let an innocent girl get hurt and I happen to be the only one free enough to watch out for you.” There’s only a little bit of malice in the way he says it, but it’s still enough for you to know that you did in fact offend him, which only makes you feel worse.

Instead of forcing the topic though, you move on and ask him your next most pressing question, “So, what’s the plan then?”

To say that the next couple of days are awkward would be an understatement. You and Zeitgeist, as he had told you to call him, didn’t exactly mesh all that well. He’s all sharp edges and bitter words, while you are much softer, gentler. Neither of you seem to be adjusting well to being around each other as much as you have to be for this to work. And of course you didn’t. You had gone from not knowing each other whatsoever to spending all of your free time together. He walked you to and from work, your internship, friend’s houses, and wherever else you were going on any given day and after more gifts had started to appear on your doorstep, he had even started staying at your place, sleeping on you couch. Which only made everything that much more awkward.

You felt bad that he was stuck sleeping on you small, crappy couch, – especially with how large of a man he is – and had been trying to make it up to him by making him breakfast and coffee in the mornings and trying to find little things in common that you guys had to talk about, but all of this only seemed to make him like you even less. He clearly isn’t much of a talker, and you get that, you really do, but would it kill him to have the occasional, casual conversation with the girl he’s stuck spending all his time with.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t keeping up his end of the bargain. You did absolutely feel safer with him around. He was an intimidating guy and Lenny had been coming into the diner less and less lately because of it. In fact, the only times Zeitgeist had been truly kind to you were the couple of times you had become truly worried for your safety. Like yesterday when a bottle of strong smelling perfume was left on your doorstep and he had kneeled down in front of you by the couch and talked you out of an anxiety attack, carefully to give you your space, but still keeping a hand on you knee. It had been just enough contact for you to ground yourself, and it reminded you that you weren’t alone.

After that though, he barely said a word to you on your walk to the diner, only nodding along every now and then while you were talking to him. He had actually barely said anything to you since. It’s not until you get back to your place after your day at the news station you interned at that you brought it up.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask him in a small, nervous voice.

He can hear the worry in your voice when you ask him. He almost wants to coo at how sweet you sound, but is quick to remind himself that this is just a job and you are just some random girl he’s been told to protect. That this was all gonna be over eventually and then you would probably never see each other again. And he wasn’t about to lie to himself and pretend like you two were the kind of people to have any sort of unforced relationship. He knew you were both too different for that. There was no point in getting attached.

He takes a deep breath, before replying in a tight voice, “No. I don’t even talk much with my friends. What do you expect from me? This is just a job, Y/N.”

He immediately feels bad about how harsh he sounded when he sees your hurt face and the way your eyes widen at his sharp tone. He feels the need to reach out to comfort you but is quick to remind himself that getting close with you would only end with both of you hurting. The conversation comes to a quick conclusion when you mumble a quiet, “Ok.”

It goes on like that for about the next week and a half. Neither of you talk all that much, though you do continue to make him breakfast and even goes as far as to buy him a bigger blanket the next time you go to the store when you notice that the one you had given him doesn’t cover his whole body very well. You refuse to let his standoffishness affect you, choosing instead to continue to be sweet to the man protecting you. And to your surprise, it almost seemed to be working. I mean, he didn’t exactly turn into a giant sweetheart overnight, but you had started to notice a bit of a softer side to him.

You don’t know if he even knew he was showing it though. But you noticed. You noticed how he had started to hold doors open for you and how he had started to be less subtle with his protectiveness, even going so far as to occasionally rest his hand on the small of your back when you guys were in a shady area of town. And while you didn’t bring it up, you had noticed how he had thrown a blanket over you the one time you had fallen asleep on the couch while watching tv after a particularly long day, before eventually carrying you to bed when it got late. And of course, there was the fact that he could never stop a slight blush from gliding over his cheeks the couple of times you had accidently let the nickname ‘Ziggy’ pass through your lips.

Zeitgeist had noticed however, and if he was being honest with himself, it was really started to piss him off. Spending time around pretty girls wasn’t exactly anything new for him, especially since he had joined the X-Force team, but none of them had affected him the way you did.

And to be fair, your current circumstances are more than a little different than how it had been with those girls. They were normally just one nights stands that he had met in some shitty bar. He didn’t ever really get, or in some cases give himself, the chance to get to know them the way he had with you. He didn’t know their favorite tv shows or their hobbies. He had never watched them dance around their kitchens in the morning to cheery music while they made him breakfast. And if he was being honest with himself, he knew that those girls didn’t really care for him, at least not much. They were mostly just with him because he was some fucked up sort of superhero.

It didn’t feel that way with you though. I mean sure, he was only around you because of him being part of the X-Force, but you didn’t seem to idolize him for it the way the others had. You were kind to him just for the sake of being kind. You tried to have conversations with him because you genuinely wanted to, and on the rare occasion that he actually did join in, you truly listened to him, because you really cared about what he had to say.

And despite how hard he was trying, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from getting attached to you. You and your sweet smile and big e/c eyes. He just couldn’t stop himself from falling for you and your kind heart. And he hated it.

The more he recognized this, the more he tried to push you away. The way he saw it, it was better to push you away now then to have both of you become attached and just make it all that much harder when you inevitably lose track of each other. The two of you aren’t similar enough to stay close without the forced circumstances you were currently under. Or at least that’s what he though.

So, instead of just allowing his walls to get knocked down by you and your sweetness, he had started pushing back against his feelings, and therefore you harder. Which had led you both to where you were tonight.

You had only been back in your apartment for about 20 minutes when his bitter response to your question about dinner had set you off. It honestly wasn’t even the worst thing that had ever been said to you, and normally you would just let it go, but for whatever reason, today it set you off. Maybe it was the fact that your day had been an absolute trainwreck, one bad thing followed by the next, or maybe it was how little you had slept lately due to the anxiety of having a psychopathic stalker, but you finally just hit your breaking point.

“Does pasta sound ok? I haven’t really had the chance to go to the store lately, so there’s not much else to make.”

Even Axel doesn’t like what comes out of his mouth next, he just says it hoping that you’ll eventually tell him to go to hell and stop being so nice to him, “Maybe if you spent less of your time trying to force me to talk you’d of had the time.”

He knows it’s a low blow before he’s even had a chance to look at your face to see your response. He’s not expecting what you say next though.

“What in the hell is your problem with me?” You throw the dish rag you were holding down on the counter and cross your arms over your chest, “I understand that you don’t want to spend all of your time babysitting some random girl, ok! I get that, but I have gone out of my way to be nice to you and the least you could do is not be a giant asshole!”

You put your hand up to stop him when you notice him open his mouth to speak. You’re not ready to stop talking yet, even though the logical part of your brain is screaming at you to shut up, “You don’t get to just act like you’re some sort of sociopath who doesn’t care at all about the people around him, ok?! Because that’s bullshit and we both know it. You care Z, I know you do! You’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are and if you don’t knock it off, if you don’t start acting like a fucking human being, you’re not gonna have anyone left to care about because no one is gonna want to be around you!”

He can see your eyes widen when you say this last bit, clearly just as surprised as he is about how harsh you were being. He had never seen you like this before and he didn’t like it. He missed the gentle girl he had come know,  who had given him her softest pillow to sleep on and who had made sure had manly smelling shampoo in her shower. But, he also knew that everything you were saying was true, whether he wanted to believe it or not. He couldn’t keep this up. And he had to start somewhere.

“Ziggy-“ He’s the one who holds his hand up to stop you this time, and it works. You stare up at him with big worried eyes.

“Axel.”

“What?” You ask, surprised by both his strange reply and that fact that he said in such a calm voice, when you had half expected him to start yelling at you.

“My name, my real name. It’s Axel. Axel Cluney.”

And it’s a small start, but a start nonetheless.

Opening up to people hadn’t ever really been Axel’s strong suit, though he does have to admit, it is at least a little bit easier with you. Once he had finally decided to give you a chance anyways. You were easy to talk to and a quite a good listener, not that he talked all that much still. Though, he did join in on conversations quite a bit more now. He had even started to open up to you about his personal life. He tells you about the auto shop he owns and about how he had joined the X-Force team. He eventually even opens up to you about how he had found out about his powers in the first place, about the girl whose face he had burned as a teenager, though it does take a night of drinking shitty beer at your place before he tells you all about that one.

Nights like tonight had become pretty common place lately. Nights where you get home from work and order a pizza or some takeout instead of actually cooking. Nights where you both just chill out, binge watching some sci-fi show or playing some random video game. You quickly learn that Axel is incredibly good at first person shooter games, to the point that playing them with him can be almost annoying.

Tonight, the two of you are slumped on the couch watching the most recent season of The Walking Dead and eating sloppily from cartons of orange chicken and lo mein. You eat in silence for a while. The quiet is only interrupted a few times, like when you start fangirling over just how badass Michonne is and when he makes a comment about being hotter than Daryl is while covered in grime, which makes you giggle. At some point during the night, after the food is long since forgotten, you had wound up laying on your side on the couch with your feet in his lap and his hand gently rubbing up and down your calves. Small moments of affection like this has become a regular occurrence between the two of you. Almost mindless even. Some things hadn't changed though.

You’re still careful not to refer to him by his real name in public, instead just sticking to little nicknames that still make him blush a little, like Z or Ziggy. And he had even slipped up a few times recently, letting pet names like Sweetheart and Angel roll off his tongue before blushing just a little and looking away. And his protective nature had only gotten all the more obvious. He keeps his hand on the small of your back most of the time that you two are out and about and is quick to stare down anyone he sees as a threat, namely Lenny.

And you don’t know if it’s because he’s scared of Axel or just because he doesn’t want anything to do with anyone assorted with such an obvious mutant, but the gifts stop coming. They are instead replaced with glares and snarled insults when he comes into the diner and you still see the same car around enough to know that whatever this is, isn’t over. So Axel continues to stick around and as you get to know him more, you can’t stop yourself from developing feelings for the man sitting underneath your legs at the moment.

You honestly can’t help yourself the more he shows his softer side around you and the more you realize that he really is just a gentle giant with a tough outer persona. And you can’t help but feel incredibly special that he’s willing to let down that persona for you.

You don’t realize that you’re staring at him until he does, when he turns his head to look back at you and gives you one of his rare, sweet smiles. You heart flutters at this and you almost want to kick yourself for letting this man turn you into a blushing school girl. He gives your leg a gentle squeeze before turning back to face the tv again.

Nights like this make you almost want to ask him what this unspoken thing between the two of you is, but you never do. You fear that bringing it up will throw off whatever this is. That your straightforwardness with scare off this kind man who was just starting to open up to you. Or even worse, that he won’t know what you’re talking about at all. What if he doesn’t feel the same way and is instead just a really affectionate guy with the people he is close to and only thinks of you as a friend? It would break your heart to lose him, and whatever you to have, so instead you just keep your mouth shut and enjoy moments like this when you have them. When your lucky enough to be near him and have his affections all focused on you.   

You and Axel aren’t often very far apart when you aren’t at your separate jobs. Today though, he had had to walk off for a few minutes to take a private phone call from Wade, so he had left you sitting at a small table at your favorite coffee shop with some papers for your internship to look over while he stood outside and talked on the phone. You glance out the window to check on him and find him looking back at you with his phone still pressed to his ear. It’s clearly not a very happy phone call, so you send him a little smile and wave. He sends you back a small, timid grin but is quickly back into his phone call, so you go back to reading your papers.

Your eyes are drawn back away from your papers once again when the barista meanders over to your table and gives you a polite grin before asking if you need a refill. You decline, explaining to the young man that you should be heading out soon.

“Wells that’s a shame. ‘S always nice to have such a pretty face around here.”

You blush a little at his unasked-for compliment and thank him awkwardly, looking back towards Axel to see that he is still on his call. The barista, David his nametag says, continues to stand in front of you, a small grin still stretched over his tan face. He is attractive, that’s for sure, but something about having another man flirt with you seems wrong. And, of course, you know this is ridiculous. That there probably isn't anything real going on between Axel and you and you know that you’ve probably just built it up in you head, but it still feels like you’re his somehow.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

You once again hesitate a bit before replying, deciding that there was absolutely nothing wrong with one little conversation with the hot barista. Your voice is slightly less confident when you answer than you would like it to be, “Y/N. I’m Y/N.”

“David,” He says with a cocky smile, holding his hand out to you to shake.

Axel comes back in less than a minute later to find David flirting with you and you replying with forced laughs and kinda awkward jokes back. He heads straight towards you table, before coming to a stop right next to your chair, his shoulders back and arms crossed.

“Sorry that took so long. You ready to go, Angel?” He tries hard to keep the jealousy out of his voice, especially since he himself isn’t quite ready to admit that that is indeed what he is feeling.

You nod quickly, ready to get out of this uneasy situation and give David a quick smile before standing up and following Axel out the door. Neither of you try all that hard to start up a conversation on your way back home. The air between you two is tense, though not tense like it was before he had told you his name. It’s different this time.

His demeanor isn’t distant like it was back then. His hand is still resting on your back like it had been lately, his other one hanging in a fist at his side and his chest is puffed out a bit more than normal. He seems almost…jealous. You’re a bit shocked when you come to this conclusion honestly. He never seemed the possessive type to you, though you can’t say your entirely disliking this side of him.

He shuts your front door a bit harder then normal when you both step into your apartment and that’s when you finally decide to bring it up. “Is everything ok, Axel?”

Hearing you call him by his real name still did something to him, even though its been a while since he told you it and it’s still somehow enough to calm him down slightly.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

You can barely stop yourself from rolling your eyes at this, and are quick to realize that if you wanted this actually resolved, you were gonna have to do it yourself.

“No, I don’t think you are.”

His eyebrows raise, and he can’t stop himself from letting his more defensive side get ahead of him. “Of really, sweetheart. And why’s that?” He crosses his arms back over his chest subconsciously.

“Because,” you stop for a second, unsure of how to fraise it, before deciding to just go for it, “I think you’re jealous.”

His eyes widen a bit, but you start speaking again before he can say anything, “And honestly, I don’t think you have the right to be.”

Your demeanor had started to imitate his and your arms had also made their way to cross over your chest. Though he uncrosses his just a moment later and scoffs slightly before running one of his large hands through his already messy hair. Axel isn’t used to being left speechless and he definitely doesn’t like it. But, at some point he knows that he has to just deal with the fact that you have some sort of crazy effect on him, because in all actuality, he kind of loves it.

His hands move to rest on his hips before he finally finds his voice again, “And how did you come to this conclusion?”

You take a deep breath before answering, forcing them out despite the anxiety they are causing you, “Well, you haven’t exactly claimed me in any way that would give you the right to be upset that another guy was flirting with me, now have you?”

His head tilts a bit to the side at this and he narrows his eyes at you. His long legs move him towards you slowly, careful to give you enough time to tell him to back off before he stops to stand directly in front of you, forcing your back against the wall behind you. “And is that what you want, Angel?”

Air catches in your throat at his gruff whisper, but you force yourself to nod. That is what you wanted anyways, to be his and have him be yours.

He has to lean down to get close enough to kiss you, mumbling a quietly as he does so, “Have it your way then.”

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[jj-lynn21]

My list was updated with the final chapter of An Unexpected Adventure

Working on a Willard piece about why he is coming home all bruised. The powerful people in the town are so shady but you know that from the movie and if you read the book even though this is n AU Willard.

I have three more parts or chapters to Cozy Cove to wrap that up. There will be some family angst with Axels family. And some nice fluffiness and smut when Axel visits Susie at per internship at NASA. I mean a day at Disney has to be fluffy, right?

For my newer followers. Thank you so much. If you some short prompt ideas or just want to say hi drop me an ask.

And Thank you everyone who read my first pennywise story. I am giddy it is so popular when I was unsure I how I would exactly do it. Maybe he will come out to play again eventually.

Also Roman is an on going story with his princess that I don’t see an end in site but she will have to have that baby in December or January.

I have no clue where my Mark from Assassination Nation is going but if you have an idea shoot it my way.

Again thank you for reading, liking and commenting.

[emmyrosee]

could you write something with bills characters reacting to him finding out that that your jealous of your best friend being in love, meanwhile he’s been there the whole time secretly being in love with you...

Break my heart why dontcha 🥺❤️

———

Axel was always pretty open with his feelings for you; while you never took them to heart, the constant ‘dates’ he would take you on meant something to him, and he wasn’t about to act like the didn’t.

But it didn’t matter to you. You saw it as nothing more. And Axel wasn’t going to force it to be anything more😔

Gordan goes through hell and high water to be there for you. Battles gods and monsters to keep you, the light of his life, separated from the absolute madness that is Gordan Merkel. His love for you, his adoration isn’t open and clear, but it is there.

And maybe that’s why it’s best if you don’t know his feelings. Maybe it’s best that you get mad at the circumstances and just let his heartbreak heal😞

Henry Pearl.. “the best boyfriend you’ve never had.” He’s your best friend, your confidant, your man, he’s so close to you that you can’t even tell the absolute love he has for you, how painfully, deeply, sickeningly in love with you he is.

But if it keeps you in his life... he’s not going to risk making it anything more😣

Mark doesn’t fall for anyone. Love is nothing more than this stupid excuse to waste money and time and emotions. It’s all superficial and bullshit to mark, and when you get hurt from all of your friends getting together, Mark is on your side, spending all his time getting you drunk and high, anything to numb the pain of heartbreak.

But what you fail to see is that your Mark’s exception to his ‘Fuck Love’ rule. Like hell he’s going to let you find out either😒

Mickey... the exact opposite of mark. He falls for everyone, it hurts. But you’re different. You know how he feels about you, but you’re unaware of the extent that he so clearly tries to show you. When you complain about never finding love, all mickey wants to do is hold you, smother you in kisses and confess his feelings.

But he never will. Because that’s not what you really need. He’s not what you really need😣

Roman knows better than to let anyone in his cold, dark heart. Everyone who does ends up destroyed. But not you. He won’t let it happen to you.

Fucking Roman nightly just to feel something, some form of relief from this hatred of yourself and love, only to then cum messily and cry as you polish off a cigarette next to him... it’s all he can safely offer you.

Being heart broken and used is better than being dead😖

On a lighter note The Kid has not one ounce of shame to just curl up in your lap and smother you in all the affections and sweet words he can offer. He admits his love for you on the daily, meaning every vowel that passes his pretty lips.

If you choose not to believe him... that’s on you.

[emmyrosee]

part 2 for the axel angst please!!🥺💓💙

The searing sun peeking in through the windows was the first thing to rouse you awake, and maybe that was for the best. Last night lingered on your tongue like a bad hangover, going stale as it mixes with the acidity of the new day.

The house was almost unrecognizable; Axel’s belongings tossed without care and broken everywhere. Clothes, photos, jewelry, some of his scholarship memorabilia and alumni shit, it didn’t feel the same. It felt more like a horror film set than a home.

You gently sat up off the hard, cold floor, back nerves scolding you wildly as your head spun around, refusing to settle on one thing. Trying to focus only increased the nausea cemented in your stomach. Every fiber of your soul hurt, every part of you was drained with exhaustion.

You reach down to push yourself off of the hardwood, and you flinch when your hand lands on a mop of sorts. When you retract your palm and look down, Axel lay sleeping next to you, ever the loyal mutt. It brought you a twisted sense of comfort to see the exhaustion and sickness ectched on his once beautiful features, and if it were any other case, you’d want nothing more than to bring him to bed and nurse him back to himself.

You hated that you still wanted to do only that. You reach down to caress his cheek, and a sudden memory wracks through you-

It’s her. From last night. Axel’s hand caressing her flawless cheek.

You once thought Axel flawless, too.

As if burned, you yank your hand away from him and place it to your chest, the sting of tears prickling your eyes. With a deep, settling sigh, you push yourself up from the hardwood, letting yourself finally rise from the floor. You shook from lack of energy and shambled like a zombie to the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror and get lost in your own eyes, the hollowed pools dulled with dustiness. You wondered how you let a man get such a reaction out of you, you’d never let it happen before.

But this wasn’t just any man. This was Axel Cluney, the one man who your heart refused to let go. The man who was saving paycheck after paycheck to buy you a diamond ring before riding off in the sunset with you in his Mustang.

His two babies.

It didn’t matter how bad you hated him and wanted to watch him burn and collapse, go mad without your love.

It just didn’t.

The cold water you splashed on your face does nothing to spark the stale feeling in your body, if anything it makes you realize how numb you are.

A broken, scratchy call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts as you stare at yourself. It’s desperate, needy, like a sick baby who needs it’s mother to calm the illness that wracks through their body.

“Please… where are you? Let’s talk about this, please.”

You chuckle to yourself at his words. What’s there to talk about? What else could either of you begin to say? You lick the corner of your lips and dry your hands and face on a dirtied towel, tossing it randomly back onto the floor. You exit the safer confines of the bathroom before passing Axel; he looked even worse awake than he did asleep:

Tousled wildly was his chocolate brown hair, eyes sunken in like a corpse. His once lively pools of green were glazed from expired tears and swollen from already fighting new ones.

“Hi-“

“What do you want for breakfast?” You say flatly, pushing past him and making your way to the kitchen. He follows, ever the loyal pup, only stopping on one side of the island to face you.

Silence seems to be law as it lingers between you both, his constant gnawing at his bottom lip increasingly making you concerned for canker sores to form on them. It was a nervous habit of his, and you hate how much you care about it. 

“Stop eating your lip and eat your breakfast,” you mutter in annoyance, sliding the plate of buttered toast his way. You fix your own mediocre breakfast, feeling too sick to eat as you pick at your cereal. Looking up from your bowl and through your lashes, you see him toying with the warm bread, eyes darting from his plate to the clock on the stove.

“It’s 7:15,” he says aloud to seemingly no one. You wonder if it’s secretly to you, a silent hope that you didn’t mean it when you told him he had to be put by seven.

You shrug, “so finish eating and leave.”

“I don’t want to leave,” he says, almost a snap. “I want to talk to you like a fucking adult.”

“And I want to know why you need to lie to me,” you yell, tossing the bowl in the sink. It shatters with a spine tingling clink, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.. “Like, I know the truth, I saw you with this little brat, you were touching her and smirking that stupid smirk, I literally just need to hear you say it.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” Axel yells back. “Nothing happened! She came to the garage, Harrison was still working on her car, I took her to dinner-“

“WHY DID YOU TAKE HER TO DINNER!” You screamed, tearing at your hair. The room falls silent as you continue to stare at him, chest rising and falling with each deep gasp you took. “Why-why-why the mustang, why the sudden change of your appearance, why!”

“Is it so weird to believe that I can form relationships with a customer to increase my business?” Axel snaps.

“No, it’s not! You should! But never has anyone ever changed everything about them for a client!”

“I didn’t change everything!”

“You’re right,” you say, chest rising and falling against your pained heart. “Your bullshit attitude and lack of respect will never leave you, no matter what shitbox you drive to seduce women.” You cross your arms tightly over your chest as you pace the floor. Then, you snicker despite yourself, “sorry. Your clients.” With a final glare, you sink back to the floor, knees folded tightly to your chest. Loud pads of footsteps approach you, and out of the corner of your broken eyes, you see legs fold down as Axel sits next to you. He leans his head on your shoulder, sniffling softly.

“What do you want me to do… what can I say to fix this?” 

“What’s your story, Axel?” You mumble. “I just want the truth… was there nothing, was it playful flirting, is it a, b, or c, like… what is the fucking truth, Axel?”

The lump in your throat burns like acid as he says nothing, shoulders stalled as if he forgot how to breathe. Your hand comes up to card his hair softly, his tears sticking to your chest. “I think you need to go,” you mumble sadly. He chokes on a sob and shakes his head, his grip around you tightening. Your nods are numb to counteract his shivering no’s, it makes you sick to have to see him like this, let alone be the one to send him away.

“I wanna fix this,” he whimpers. “Please… I want to fix this.”

“How?” You ask. “How in the name of fuck are you going to fix this? Because please, if you could, do it, Axe!” 

Once again, nothing. You’re not fully sure what you’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t silence. Some dramatic reveals, or a word of assurance that you’re absolutely insane for even thinking he could want to be with anyone else.

And that’s true. You know it is.

But there’s a stranger before you, and until words of charm and poetic justice slip out at an unforgiving pace, you wouldn’t know how you’ve known him.

“This won’t work…” you mumble to the air. “Not like this… there is no way we can come back from this. Not like this.”

“Then we will just have to fix it,” Axel says, words shaky. “We always fix it. Always. There’s never been anything we can’t-“

“Alexander,” you interrupt, effectively silencing him. His eyes are sleepy and wet with his sobs, making your heart physically ache. Your lungs squeeze, and you will yourself to speak. “No. Not now.”

“Is this the end?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you still love me?”

Yes. With every fiber of your soul and being, yes.

“I think so,” you murmur.

“Can you please think about this?” He practically begs. “Please?”

Yeah. You can give him that. You close your eyes and nod, letting the feeling of exhaustion weigh you down.

Broken, almost robotic, Axel slowly stands and shambles towards the door. He numbly, with minimal movement, opens the large entrance, and the light cutting around him makes him look different than you’d seen him these past few hours.

Better. Cleaner. Refound.

One foot crosses the threshold, and he pauses, quickly spinning on his heel to look at you.

“I’ll go, but you need to listen to me.”

“Axel,”

“No.” He says sternly. Your stomach hurts at the gruff, no-negotiate tone of his voice, but you say nothing as you eye him. “You’re going to listen to me, and you’re going to listen good because if this is the last time I’m going to see you, I’m not hiding shit.”

With a thick beat of silence, you swallow the lump in your throat and watch him, nodding slowly. He inhales sharply; “for two years, I gave you the best of me. There is no ‘better’ part of me that I’m saving for someone else, you’ve got him. You’re always going to have him.” He blinks rapidly, and though his voice barely cracks, a new wave of tears flow down his flushed cheeks, splattering on the expensive leather of his jacket.

“And I’ve done everything I fucking can to keep you away from the asshole I once was, and I thought I did a pretty good job. Apparently, not, because here I am making you cry and feel less than like the queen you are. You fuckin’ know that I’d rather have needles shoved in my fucking eyes and razors slicing under my nails than see you cry, and to know that I’m the cause of that is sickening to me.

“I can’t give you the truth you want because I don’t know the truth. I don’t know what I did last night. I don’t think what I did was cheating, but I’m not going to sit here and argue with you about it, because you’re the smartest person I know, and if you’re hurt from something I was too dense and downright stupid to not know would hurt you, then I need to accept that yeah, I guess I cheated like the fuckhead I am, and I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again. And you have the right to sit here and hate me and despise me all you want, but you’ve got my heart, and I’ll be damned if you don’t get to keep it.

“You need to take time to heal. I got that. And I respect that. I’m going to be at the garage; and when you decide what you want to do, where you want to go, I’ll be there. You are the-“ he cuts himself off with a deep crack of his voice, and upon coughing in his fist to compose himself, you’re left absolutely speechless as to what to say.

“You are.. the single, only thing I want in this fucking life. And I had you and I might’ve lost you. And If I didn’t lose you, I absolutely don’t deserve you. I never did. And if you’re done playing this charade where you think I’m better than I actually am, just leave my stuff in front of the garage. If you never want to see me again, I’m not going to force you to have to look at me.”

There was the poetic explanation you’d wanted.

“When you do to clean up later, the bowl in the sink is broken. Don’t hurt yourself on it.”

With that warning and a quick spin on his heel, Axel slams the door shut behind him, hard enough to shake the good plates his mother bought you both, and leaves you to yourself and your thoughts, your mind a mush as you try to process every word that he said effortlessly. It was like it was rehearsed, and you wonder what bounces around his own mind now, as his truck starts and peels out of your driveway, leaving the rest of fate in your clammy, tear soaked hands.

——

Tagging; @gothguitargal @babyboy-cody @madamaholmes @walkxthexmoon @yesloverboy @billofourtime @kathryn-jane @jadelynlace @multi-fan-lover @shenevertricks1831

I tagged people who originally asked for part two way back, as well as new people who enjoyed it, if you read it and made it this far, I can’t thank you enough for your continued support🥺❤️

[emmyrosee]

would axel be able to handle his girl crying tears of joy at something? or like, tears from watching a sad romance movie or something? or crying from exhaustion and frustration?

Axel not being able to handle you crying is something we haven’t talked about and I miss it🥺

He doesn’t like it. Crying of any kind for him is enough to strike fear into his heart and soul, sheerly because it’s easy for you to be like “yeah I’m totally cool.”

So when he sees you crying, his first instinct is to comfort you- it’s then he chooses where to go from there.

Usually when you’re happy crying, he’s able to see your smile and the twinkle in your eyes as you explain to him how funny something is, or how happy you are to see or have something, and your smile is his favorite sight in the world. He still hugs you close and kisses you to assure you’re okay, but he’s okay with it generally.

When watching movies, it depends on the scene. If it’s the death of a character or animal, he says nothing, merely letting you cry it out while assuring you that it’s just a movie. If it’s a fight between two people in love, he teases you just a bit to make you laugh, though his concern and love for you is blatant as he continues to kiss you and love up on you.

Frustrating and exhausting cries... they’re hard for him. All he wants to do is make you feel better, hold you tight and let you relax and sleep but you can’t. You hate him and that’s all you know right know. It’s the only time he gives you tough love and stern voice, and once he finally is able to get your smacks and shoves to stop and to get your bottom lip to wobble, he pulls you close for a hug before shushing you, letting you cry in his chest as he kisses your head 🥺

[emmyrosee]

@flowers-in-your-hayr baby, I couldn’t not do it😫❤️

———-

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Truly. It was an accident through and through.

You think.

Watching Axel and Mickey eyefuck each other every hour of the day was hard. It was obnoxious, obvious, and it always left a sour taste in your mouth. No matter how much you adored your men, there was always something that made you ache at the sight of them; always kissing and cuddling, Mickey always seemingly getting that little extra TLC that you needed and yet, for some reason, they started to deny you.

You’d snuck out while they were napping on the couch together, and after driving around the city for a few hours, you felt better. You ran into an old friend, hung out for a while with her, drinking at little side coffee houses and she just gave you the best advice in regards to this situation. She made you feel listened to, loved, and it made you feel good. The goodness of what Mickey used to give only you, and the goodness you wish Axel would give you.

Maybe.. maybe too good.

you finally returned home, feeling more anxious about the effects that this could cause than the actual act itself. The sun was low in the sky, indicating just how long you’d been gone, and when you passed through the threshold of your front door, Mickey practically knocks you over as he hugs you tightly.

“Baby, I was so fucking worried!” He says with a whine. “I-I-I sent you so many texts! Where were you?”

You swallowed, having seen his notifications and just ignoring them. It wasn’t to hurt him, it was to be alone. He had Axel- the least he could allow you is silence.

“I’m fine, handsome,” you assure, giving him a kiss on his cheek. Then, your face hardens slightly, “but I need to tell you both... I’ve met someone.”

Axel’s massive frame emerges from behind Mickey’s, the latter looking like he’s about to throw up from your serious words.

“Y-You what?” He squeaks, paler than before and his eyes turn glassy. You shush him and shake your head, “no no baby, she’ll just be... my Axel; but nothing between us will change.” Giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose, you hold up a single finger to tell them to wait, and you gently grab the wrist of the blonde in the doorframe.

“Mickey, Axel, this is Jules- an old friend and...” you lace your fingers with hers. “Someone willing to participate in this experiment.” Your voice holds minimal room for argument, and your heart nearly shatters as Mickey’s lip wobbles.

You knew he’d take this hard; but he wasn’t your problem. Your problem was Axel, who merely watched in silence as Jules and Mickey shook hands.

“W-Well, lets not be rude,” Mickey sniffles, tipping his head to the living room with a fake, sad smile. “Come on Jules- I’d like to get to know you more.”

Jules kisses your cheek softly and gives you a reassuring smile, leaving you to join Mickey in the living room. Unfortunately, also leaving you to the testing gaze of Axel, his piercing green eyes cold and full of disappointment and disgust.

You sigh, “shall we join them-“

“You couldn’t even pretend to like me?” He growls. “I gave you all the love I could muster, if you weren’t fucking interested-“

“I was interested, Axel!” You whisper your yell, poking his chest. “You! You were the one who worshipped Mickey day in and day out, barely sparing me a glance! Now I want a piece of that feeling and I’m the asshole! Seriously?”

Licking his lips, Axel looks into the living room where Jules talks softly to Mickey, the latter fighting tears and to hold his smile. “This conversation is not over,” he growls, turning on his heel to join Mickey, while you join Jules, angry glares focused on each other the whole time.

[emmyrosee]

Axel has been busy with his worth and reader feels like they are drifting apart. On a night out she feels him bored and catches him talking to another girl when he is asking for a drink in a bar. At home, she confronts him and there's a big fight. Hit me with the angst but finish me with fluff please!!

This got long because I have no self control

The mascara streaking down your face stung your eyes as you forced them open. You didn’t smoke often, but from the sights you’ve just witnessed, the pain in your clenched, tight chest, you knew you deserved the burning cigarette that loosely dangles from your fingers.

It was flirting. It was disgusting. You felt violated as you watched his slender, long fingers trace the curve of her high-planed cheek, almost feeling the disgusting tingle yourself. His wide, sly grin spreads on his face like smooth chocolate, and you wanted nothing more than to smack it the fuck off of him.

Axel’s hands were clean from oil, which seemed to hurt you the worst. In the past years of you two dating, you cannot recall one fucking day where his hands were perfectly clean. And the fact that he lied to you and told you he was going to work? He hadn’t even pretended like he went, then got a drink because of stress from shop. He knew he wasn’t going to work.

Because it was a date. And God forbid he look greasy for that little bitch.

You exhaled as steady as you could and raked a hand through your hair, judgement hazy and mind a blur. You swerved into the empty driveway of your shared house, and upon seeing Axel had taken his beloved Mustang in place of his normal truck, your anger tipped.

You basically had to beg Axel to take you in the ‘Stang. And you couldn’t believe that he would just let him go with her.

-----

One shirt. Two shirt.

Red shirt. Blue shirt.

They all were flung from the closet and onto the front lawn you both shared, everything from the multiple sweatshirts you’d stolen over the years, to the expensive tux he’d spend years saving for.

Not in your closet. Not anymore. 

The soft whoosh past your head as you threw his clothes out the window was far from loud, but your boiling blood was able to quell any noise outside noise. The lack of care dulled the noise to a subtle buzz, vision still blurry from the mascara which you’d neglected to clean.

There was a muffled, drowned-like noise that grew, but you could pay it no mind as-

“HEY!” The voice screamed. A tight hold clamped on your biceps and tried to pull you, but you stood your ground and fought your hardest against it.

But the grip was too strong, and when it forced you to look at the culprit, all your senses could focus on was the angry, worried face of Axel Cluney.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” He barks, shaking you to your senses. “Are you fucking insane!”

“Get your disgusting paws off of me, you cheating waste of conception!” You screamed. Tears stabbed at the back of your eyes again, and you hated giving him the satisfaction of seeing you like this. You managed to worm out of his grip, and you could do nothing but stare at him.

His face no longer held the goofy, cocky smile it held hours ago. His eyes no longer twinkled with adoration, but rage. And his jaw, clenched so tightly in distress, and if it were any other goddamned scenario, you’d shush him softly, coaxing him to release the tight hold in worry he would hurt his teeth.

But not this time. You couldn't care less, this time.

Your chuckle of disbelief was first to break the chain of silence, “started unpacking your shit. Should be easy for you to gather, load in your shitbox and head out.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he growls, taking a step forwards as if to intimidate you. “Until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Jesus Christ!” You laugh maniacally. “As if you have no clue what’s going on, Alexander!”

“I don’t!” He yells. There’s a twang in his voice, the kind of noise he makes when he’s too stressed, or about to cry and denies it with a small “I’m not crying.”

It’s the little things that made you fall for Axel; the breaks in his voice, the way he scratches above his left eyebrow when he’s on the spot, the way he chews the scar in the bottom left corner of his lip when he’s anxious.

It’s the little things that will be the hardest to forget.

“P-please,” he whispers, all fight leaving him. “W-what is g-going on?”

“I saw you!” You blurt. Your bottom lip wobbles, and your tears finally let go when you see his hand flinch- another habit of his, to help you stop crying; he just reaches up and tilts your shaky chin to look up at him, smoothing the crinkled lines of your fought tears. 

“I saw you,” you echo. “I saw you with her, okay? This-this-this wasn’t through the grapevine or some town gossip I heard, I fucking saw you with her!” Your words carry a certain venom that makes him blink away tears. 

Axel’s forest green eyes stay focused on your face as he looks around. They redden at his tears, and you can’t help but seethe with anger again.

“You do not get to cry!” You shriek, picking up a pile of his discarded work jeans and throwing them at him. He shields himself, slowly backing up as you follow his steps. “No! That’s not fair! You cheated on me!”

“I would never!” He chokes, clutching a hand to his heart. “Baby, I couldn’t-”

“No,” you interrupt flatly, staring off in defeat. “No. Not baby. Not anymore.” Axel slowly approaches you- another habit of absolutely needing your touch- but stops when you hold your hand up. He looks like a puppy you just kicked, his glassy eyes just silently begging you to listen to reason, listen to him.

And yet... you can’t.

“Get your shit off my lawn,” you murmur numbly. “You’ve got until seven in the morning.” You turn on your heel to leave, and the signals in your brain cross as two strong arms, concealed by the chill of leather, wrap around you and pull you tight to his chest, and you can’t bring yourself to fight him off.

“Please,” he sobs feebly. “Don’t send me away. I love you. I love you, please, don’t make me leave, I’ll try to explain everything, but don’t hate me. Don’t keep me away, I need you, I-”

“Shhhh,” you soothe despite your tears. You turn yourself in Axel’s arms and gently cup his cheeks, easing his deep, painful wails. His knees buckle under him and you gently go down with him. His begs and cries turn to gaspy breaths and sniffles, and you gently hug his head to your chest.

You hate how much he needs you. You hate how much you need him. You hate how convincing he is. You hate that he’s so traumatized at the mere idea of you being so mad to send him away. You hate how good he feels in your arms.

You hate how much you love him.

“What am I going to do with you?” You ask to no one as Axel’s grip on your shirt doesn’t loosen, his quiet sobs seemingly the only noise left.

The only communications left.

[emmyrosee]

I’d love to see your take on reader having to use their safe word and the Bills reactions. Mainly Axel/Roman but any and all I’m thirsty for

The drama, I love😫💕

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Axel absolutely goes insane when you safeword. You assure him that you’re going to be okay and that you were just overwhelmed.

But it’s more than that to Axel. To him, you’re his baby, his absolute world and he crumbles at the mere idea of him hurting you or making you any form of uncomfortable. When you safeword, he avoids you like the plague, knowing you need him but not being able to comply and give in.

He hurt you, and that’s all he knows now.

Gordan does get very anxious when you safeword, but he also knows how to make it better. He blows cool air on your face and strokes your face soothingly, reminding you that he loves you so much and how strong you are. He thanks you over and over again for stopping him, and once you’ve finally let his words sink in, then he leaves you to do what you need.

Whatever will make you feel comfortable again

Henry and The Kid are two people you don’t really safeword with. Their whole life in and out of the bedroom is to please you, make sure your pleasures come first. They live off your praise, making sure to get the clear to continue with everything.

You’re their whole world, their queen, their everything, and they’ll be damned if you think any less

Mark. Mark, Mark Mark. It’s hard to safe word with Mark because he just makes you so overwhelmed and intense and so stimulated, your body just jumps from one focus to another. And he knows this, especially when you’re hate fucking. And because he knows this, he knows your safeword is always on the tip of your tongue, he has to make it better in every way, shape, and form with aftercare and next-day experiences.

He’s lucky he’s so good with aftercare

Mickey is sorta like Henry and the Kid, but there are rare occasions when he gets possessive and rough, covering you with marks and making you tear up at the intensity.

But the minute you safeword... the second that word passes your lips, that complete dominance and roughness washes from him and he feels absolutely awful. When you safeword, it’s almost like you both need to assure each other. He cuddles you close, brushing the hair from your face while you sniffle against him, just holding each other close in silence.

He takes care of you once your better, but his domdrop is absolutely insane, he will- like axel- avoid you until you corner him, pull him into a hug and assure him that you’re not mad and that you miss him.

Roman is very rough in bed. But he bever exactly crosses that threshold of pain unless he’s in a bad mood. Then, more than not, you have to wrench yourself from his grip, scream your safeword and let the world stop while you sob and gasp for breath.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, getting on his hands and knees to make himself smaller. Your eyes are glazed and your mind is anywhere else, but you slowly nod, seeing the emerald green of his eyes makes you come back considerably. He lets you cry and curl away from him, his mind going to the darkest of holes while he desperately tries to bring you back out of this headspace.

Roman loves you. And the idea of you fearing him is enough to make him sick.

[emmyrosee]

Axel being jealous.... please.... I NEED (also I love you and your writing, you’re amazing 😭)

(Omg thank you so much... I’m about to cry holy-😩💕)

Jealous axel... Issa concept I need in my life smh.

*warning!! sorta kinda very mean axel. very... roman godfrey-ish, is how i’d describe this. As angsty as it is... it was strangely therapeutic lol

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The party had gone great.

It was the first time you’d convinced Axel to come out and meet your childhood friends and family, despite his continued worry of them not liking him.

Which, of course, was just something for him to worry about. Everyone adored him, especially all the little kids who were fascinated with the tattoos he sported. 

The only person who didn’t seem to have fun? Axel. The whole ride home, his grip on the steering wheel was strong, so tight his knuckles paled in protest. You tried to reach out for him, truly. You tried to talk him down, asked him if he wanted to pull over for a shake at an old diner, if he wanted to stop for a nice bottle of wine to mark the end of a long day.

He was having none of it, and you hated being on the receiving end of your fights.

“Okay, what’s your deal?” you ask in annoyance, making his nostrils flare.

“Nothing.”

“That’s horseshit and you fucking know it,” you say flatly. “My family and friends loved you, the little kids didn’t harass you all day, you got to talk about cars with my uncle, what the hell is there to be pissy about?”

“It’s fucking nothing,” he spits, his voice harsh enough to make you jump. “Drop it.”

You swallowed thickly, fighting the slight hurt creeping up your spine. “I’m not going to fucking drop it! Talk to me like a fucking adult-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before he slams his foot on his breaks, his beloved truck squealing in protest. He laughs manically, “you want me to talk to you like an adult?” He says in disbelief. “Okay, I’ll talk to you like an adult.”

“Axel-”

“For a woman who wants me to talk to her like an adult, I think it’s childish you wore your little black ‘fuck me’ skirt and that shirt that’s so revealing, babies and infants three streets down could sense your tits popping out. Makeup caked on to only enhance the serious sex eyes you were sending Dylan.”

Your heart beat rapidly as your stomach burned with the acidic feeling of hurt. Never had Axel ever spoken to you with such vulgarity, such disrespect. 

“For Christ’s sake, I’ve never seen you in an outfit like this, but as soon as your friends told you Dylan was going to be there, you practically sprinted to your closet. Who the fuck is Dylan, babe? Like, do i have to be worried about something?” His face goes from angry to hurt, and your mouth goes dry in conflict.

He was jealous. He was really fucking jealous. You open your mouth to speak, but you stop yourself as he wipes his eyes free of gathering tears.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he says quietly, putting the car back in drive. “I... don’t know what just happened to me.”

“Axel, please-”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, eyes locked with yours as it renders you speechless again. 

You turn yourself in your seat as he slows his truck down to light a cigarette, a habit you’ve unsuccessfully fought him tooth and nail to quit. 

The rest of the ride is in uncomfortable silence, the moon high in the sky being the only witness to the first serious fight you’ve ever found yourself in.

And come hell or high water, one way or another, you were determined to make it your last.

No matter what.

[emmyrosee]

Would Axel ever experience the dom drop? Maybe he would feel guilty after an intense session of sex and see all the marks he has left on all your body... How would he react?

Oh constantly.

You don’t even have to say anything, it just washes over him.

The tear tracks are what usually get to him. Axel hates crying, it’s just not something he’s been able to handle. That’s his biggest issue and most strong trigger to prompt his dom drop. His reaction to dom drop can be anywhere from isolating himself for a shower after taking care of you, to leaving the room when you enter because he feels so guilty about it (not really putting the pieces together that avoiding you does more damage than good)

If he knows that the session was gentle, or you were in control, he doesn’t usually experience it. He knows you were in control the whole time (as you always are) and you got your own pleasure. But sometimes he needs to be mean. He needs to be rough. He needs that release. And he hates that side of him, but he can’t fight himself and his urges. All he can do is trust that you will safeword when you have to; he has to put every ounce of his trust in that one mindset. Otherwise, it’s not happening.

Axel is a rough, nasty an. But around that persona is a man who holds nothing but love and respect for you.

[emmyrosee]

i was in a car crash a couple hours ago and i feel awful and i just wanna be held :( could you write a little something about axel comforting his girl after a crash? no one is hurt im just very upset

Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I was in an accident myself last week, so I gotchu baby.

I’m glad everyone is safe as they can be❤️

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The bright, fluorescent lights of the hospital let no shadows dance though the hallways of your shallow room. Your phone exploded with text messages, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. You didn’t want to do anything that might irritate your muscles even more, you were too lucky to not have any major injuries.

The door opens with a wild swing, in the door frame stood a wild-looking Axel.

“Jesus Christ,” he said breathlessly, dashing over to you. You brace yourself for a tight, rough hug that could hurt your neck even further, but it never comes. Instead, he kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his, kissing your knuckles. “Are you okay? Fuck- of course you’re not okay, I mean are you seriously busted? I went to the scene and there’s still cops and I got here as fast as I could, I closed the shops early so I could take care of you and-“

“Axel, please,” you whisper, pulling your hand to touch your head and massage your temples. He releases a shaky breath and a quiet apology. You sigh, “I’m okay. Minor whiplash and I’ll have a lingering, rolling headache. I’m fine. You’re fine. Insurance will be fine.”

He looks up at you with his wide eyes, “how bad was it?”

You smile tiredly and brushed the hair out of his face, “you should see the other guy.”

He chuckles around his sniffles, and when he looks back up at you with glassy eyes, you shake your head. “No, fuck you, don’t cry stop-“

“I’m sorry,” he says, wiping his eyes. “I just... wasn’t prepared to have a cop give me a hospital address. I’m just so fucking happy it’s not as bad as it could’ve been...”

“I’m fine,” you whisper again. Axel sighs and stands up slowly, smiling and leaning down to kiss your head, squeezing your hand. You lean forwards to cuddle into his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne and oil as if to cement it to memory. He smells so good. So fucking good. He’s so protective, so fucking incredible. You can’t believe how much your big bad mechanic loves you.

He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you, gently pressing his fingers into the tense muscles of your neck to release them. You swallow thickly and wrap your arms tightly around him, and when he kisses your head again, you gently release a wave of pent up, exhausted, stressed, and terrified tears.

“It’s alright, babygirl,” he says in your hair. “You’re alive. And that’s all that fucking matters to me right now. I’ve got you.”

[emmyrosee]

can i request some duncan x reader x axel angst where reader and duncan are in a fight and he gets really mad and slams his hand down next to her face and she thinks he was going to hit her and axel gets protective and stuff and yeah 💖 thanks girly

Guard dog axel owns my whole soul🥺❤️

Tw; domestic conflict, violence between Axel and Duncan

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Exhaustion and alcohol don’t mix.

Neither do bottled up emotions, overwhelming works schedules, and the accusation that Duncan is fucking his newest assistant because you know damn well the perfume on his neck is not yours.

And Axel, bless Axel, is merely sitting on the couch, leg bouncing wildly as he rests his elbows against them, listening to you and Duncan scream at each other. There’s a shattered glass of bourbon on the floor that Duncan broke, and that alone makes Axel feel anxious and feel like he has to watch Duncan’s actions closely. He’s never been quite so cautious of Duncan since he’s more grounding to Axel’s free spirit. 

But the way Duncan’s eyes are so focused on you, the way his shoulders are tense and his teeth are bared slightly...

Axel has been in more than enough fights to know that stance.

All too well.

“I honest to fuck don’t know what you want anymore,” Duncan growls, leaning in close to you. “I do nothing but fucking work to keep you happy, spoiling your greedy little ass with all the gifts and vacations anyone could ask for. And now because of a new assistant who wears enough perfume to kill a small village, you think I’m cheating.” He continues to approach you, making you back up into the nearest wall. But you don’t falter, merely squaring your jaw and looking up to meet his full gaze.

“Just give me a fucking name, Duncan! If you’re not cheating, just give me a name!” Your voice starts to crack, and behind Duncan, you see Axel’s ear perk up.

He never likes it when you cry.

Duncan grits his teeth, “I can’t give you a name to a bitch that doesn’t exist, you dumb fucking attention whore.”

Behind Duncan, you see Axel stand up, face stone solid as he slowly approaches. Your eyes dart back to Duncan, “you said she was a new assistant!”

“She is!”

Axel stops as he towers directly behind Duncan.

“So what’s her name!”

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” Duncan screams.

Everything moves so fast you can barely process.

One second, Duncan’s massive hand comes down centimeters from your face, slamming at the wall next to you.

The next, Duncan’s bleeding on the floor, Axel panting like a voracious beast as he looms over him. There’s blood on his fist as Duncan cries out in pain, and now it’s Axel’s turn to take the stance. He falters as you grab onto him, trying to steady your knees. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers, eyes filling with guilty tears. Your breath is heavy as you nod, looking down at Duncan. Axel follows your gaze, “never... fucking touch her... you fucking prick.”

You inhale shakily as you crouch down next to Duncan, trying desperately to look at his bleeding nose. There’s a thud behind you, and when you look and see Axel crying out of guilt, your heart pounds harder and begs you to get the situation under control.

“Axel, you go lay down in bed, once I clean Duncan up I’ll meet you, okay?” you crawl over to him, forcing him to look at you. He nods, struggling to get up and walk down the hallway. You scramble back to Duncan, instinctively taking off your shirt to use as absorbent of the blood.

Duncan’s screams of pain finally start to calm down, and as you hold him in your arms, letting your bra and chest get soaked with his tears and blood, finally, you let yourself cry.

*DISCLAIMER: if you or anyone you know is in a situation, or has ever been in a situation in which you are afraid of your partner or their actions, get help. This is strictly for the use of fiction in the context of entertainment. If you or anyone you know need help, many wonderful people or myself are more than willing to send you numbers through private messages, or direct you to websites which disguise the search for help. 

[emmyrosee]

Ok, but Axel dom the shit out of you and Jim and then becoming a total softy after you have to safeword, please?

….breaking my heart I see🥺❤️❤️

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Every single noise in the room stopped, almost as if scared to continue. Skin on skin, the slapping, the moans of pleasure teetering to pain, it all stopped.

The only sounds are of heavy breathing from you, Jim and Axel are silent. They both look at each other, Axel’s eyes widened to the point where they’re stuck open and Jim’s filling with guilty tears.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Jim whispers, brushing the matted, sweaty hair out of your face. “It’s alright my love. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” He frowns deeper when you curl into his side, clutching at the hand that’s holding him up. He looks back at Axel, who’s eyes are still frozen open, though his brows have sunken in shame.

“Axe,” he says softly. “It’s okay, I’ve got her. See? She’s okay, see?”

Axel said nothing. You don’t even hear him breathing.

“Axel-” Jim tries before stopping. You slowly turn your head and through your tears you see Axel, shaking and nearly sobbing himself. His dom drop was always insane, usually leading to silence and avoidance, and you could see him getting visibly paler and more distraught. “Axel?”

“B-baby...” he says, so quietly you can barely hear it. You can tell he’s fighting his instincts to crowd you. His hand rises than hovers, almost as if he was going to touch you but then changed his mind. He blinks, causing the first boulders of tears to slip down his cheeks. He grabs his boxers and shambles out of the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door shut.

You want to get up and chase after him, but you can’t. Your body still aches and you can’t stop crying despite Jim’s soothing cooing; Axel won’t be able to move on from this until you stop.

“Jimmy,” you say, voice shaky from crying.

“He’ll be okay, lovebug,” Jim assures, brushing more hair from your face. “He just needs to think about it. You know how he gets when you cry.”

Except... you don’t. And neither does Jim.

Because Axel’s never made you cry.

[emmyrosee]

We need a part two to Duncan’s outburst 🥺 it was so good 😭❤️

Anonymous said Can we get a part two of that Duncan x reader x Axel angst. Can it just be of fluff

I can’t leave our mans in a bad light🥺💕

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The quiet whimpers of your now fading meltdown brought you back to earth. Duncan was still in your arms, nose probably broken from Axel, who merely wanted to protect you and was now in a fucked up headspace because he hates getting violent, and he hates hurting people.

You know deep down he’s going to be completely lost, now that he hit Duncan.

“Come on baby,” you sniff. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get you to a hospital.”

“Don’t need to,” he protests, voice nasally from the blood and swelling. “I’m fine.”

“Duncan-“

“Please?” He looks up at you, tears still in his waterline, threatening to fall. “I just want to go to bed.”

Shakily, hesitating, you nod and help Duncan to his feet, guiding him to his room. You give him some pain killers and take off his clothes and jeans, situating the pillows to keep him sitting up.

“I sleep on my side,” he says softly. You sigh in exhaustion, “not tonight you don’t. Try to avoid knocking your head backwards, you need anything, you text me, okay?”

“Where’re you going?”

“I have to make sure Axel hasn’t snuck out the window yet,” you say flatly. It almost sounded like it was supposed to be a joke, though neither of you knew for certain. “I’ll talk him down, make sure you’re still okay and then I’m spending the night in his room. We have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

You started down the hallway, rapping your knuckle gently against the wood. A gentle hum greets you, and you allow yourself in. He’s curled under blankets, hiding himself away like a monster.

“You going to the hospital?” He whispers.

“No.”

“Is his nose broken?”

“I’d hate to think all of that was for nothing.”

“Are you gonna kick me out?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Axe,” you say softly. “You did nothing but protect me. And I can’t thank you enough for that.” You sit on the bed behind him, bringing one of your cool hands to rub the back of his neck. He tenses before relaxing back into your touch, the blankets still pulled high.

“Is Duncan?”

You open your mouth to answer, though you truly don’t know. Your phone buzzes, interrupting the silence.

Duncan🙈💕: come to my room. bring axel.

You show the mechanic your phone, chuckling fondly when he shakes his head back and forth. “Come on Rocky, let’s see what he wants.”

He sighs shakily and swings his legs over the bed, following you closely like a scared toddler. Duncan looks over at you lazily, smiling barely as he sighs through his mouth.

“I’m sorry to you both... for a lot. But I need you here, with me. Please?”

The question surprises you, and when you turn to ask Axel his head is tilted in its own confusion. Duncan sighs, “there’s a lot we have to figure out, but I just...”

“Duncan,” you say softly, crossing the floor and into the bed next to him. “Don’t say anything. Not tonight. We’ll figure it out.” You pat the spot next to you for Axel, watching him intently as he hesitates. “Axe?”

“You’re not mad at me?” He asks suddenly. Duncan chuckles, “oh trust me, if I could think and see clearly, I’d knock the teeth out of your skull. Now get in the bed.” Axel chuckles at Duncan’s threat, nodding to himself as he slides in bed next to you, spooning directly behind you. His lips are pouted out to a kiss on your back, and you smile sweetly as you curl up with Duncan. You reach up to card his hair gently, cooing quietly as he angles up into your touch. His eyes slowly flutter shut as you gently caress his face, sighing in peace as the smallest purple of daybreak appears through the trees.