#you have the divine right to smack the SPIRIT out of that mf okay okay

[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.