max

[maxivargas]

tyrosales​:

@maxvargas​

It had been a while since he had last seen Max, and Ty could count the times that the man had crossed his mind ever since they left the wedding together. Leaving California had left him wanting something and ever since that night after the wedding, he knew exactly what he was craving. To be in the arms of someone who cared about him, and even though Max would never probably find Ty as anything other than cute, he couldn’t keep himself from pursuing this. “So, are you avoiding me because I was just that good that you thought you’d get addicted to me?” Ty teased and he walked up next to Max on the sidewalk. “Not gonna lie, I was hoping I’d get to wake up some more in your arms, felt kinda nice.”

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Max was just walking home through Downtown after taking his mom’s dogs on a walk and then dropping them back off at her apartment, crossing a street and before hearing a familiar voice accusing him of avoiding them. ❛ Rosales, are you stalking me? ❜ he questioned, slight amusement in his voice and a small grin tugging at his lips. Max kept walking though, letting Ty follow if he wanted to. They hadn’t seen each other since the wedding, which was weird in such a small town but Max had been busy.  ❛ I’m avoiding far too many people at this point to try to avoid you too. ❜ A snort pushed out of his nose before he slowed down his steps and sighed softly, deciding to explain. ❛ Vale... Look, Harlow’s acting really weird. I don’t know what’s wrong with her but she figured out I fucked you before her... Well, I told her, she asked. And now she’s super pissed I didn’t tell her, like it was any of her business back then and especially now. I don’t get it. --- Do you? ❜

[herhighnessrps]

[reignofcastamere-deactivated202]

[maxivargas]

dgraham​:

He looked over at his friend and shook his head with a sigh. Then again, their sexual relationship had never been calm. Cassandra would never just ask Declan if he wanted to have sex upfront. They would fight, she would flirt with others to get him riled up, and soon enough they’d end up in whatever room of whatever building they were in, cursing each other. “No way man. Not with the way she walked into the room and was strictly…business,” Declan shrugged again. Of course, they were much older than they were in college and couldn’t showcase their true emotions while at work. Or maybe she was just over him. 

“She’s an extremely big deal but…,” Declan sighed once more. Explaining the music industry to Max was about the same as explaining geometry to a gopher. “The songs that her label wants her to sing, the ones they wrote for her? They’re just awful man. I don’t want my name attached to it, no matter how well I produce everything.” Brows furrowed as Max assumed that Declan would be that type of producer. “Hey now! I might be a dog, but I’ve got some good in me,” he grinned. 

A humorless laugh left Declan’s lips. He knew all too well what it was like to have a target on his back, considering who is ex was. “How much is the ransom if I bring your body back to the docks?” he teased. 

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Working with an ex was a weird question for Max, especially now. Not that it would ever happen but still. Cora would be fine, a little awkward sometimes perhaps but it would work out. Harlow? Not a chance, he’d fucked up way too much there and now she was pissed at him again for something else entirely, although he kind of had the feeling there was another thing going on beneath the surface that he had no clue about. When did he ever have a clue about anything anyway? Max didn’t want to pry in Harlow’s life. If she wanted to tell him, she could, but after the last time he saw her, at his place, it had gotten even weirder than it already was. ❛ Maybe she just found someone new, ❜ he shrugged, taking a slow sip of his drink as he kept his eyes on his friend. 

❛ Like, the text? ❜ Max wasn’t very good with music. At all. Sure, he enjoyed listening to it, especially when cooking, but he didn’t think he’d ever even opened his mouth to try and sing. He’d played some guitar in his early teens, that’s it. There was just nothing urging him to do it except maybe someone’s birthday but it always turned out purposefully silly. ❛ I know you do, I’m just not all entirely sure what the good is, ❜ Max teased, grin spreading over his lips as he slowly rubbed the rim of the bottle over his lower lip. ❛ Ransom? I dunno, I’ll be dead then so you’ll have to ask mama, ❜ he chuckled.

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triscordero​:

It was the look on Max’s face– the unamused quirk of his lips– that drew a smirk onto her own. She watched him as he looked at her phone and delighted in the confusion. Tris didn’t wait for an invitation as she simply slid her phone into her pocket and made her way inside. Fuck, it smelled really good inside. Damn him for actually being talented.

She sauntered her way into the kitchen, foot tapping as she opened his refrigerator and stood before it, surveying the contents. “Hey, what was that thing you made for Thanksgiving last year? I swear, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. God, it’s the one time I was disappointed that you lived so far away.” Grabbing a can of soda from the fridge, she toed the door closed when she sensed his presence behind her and turned back to him with a smirk. “So, here’s the thing. If you’re going to do this Instagram thing– frankly, I think you’d find a better audience on TikTok, but I digress– you’re going to need to find your brand, because this–” With her free hand, she reached into her pocket and pulled her phone out again, waving it in front of his face as if it would get the point across better, “–is a mess. As much as it pains me to admit it, you’re…” She tilted her head, scrutinizing him with pursed lips, ”objectively attractive and there is definitely a market out there for objectively attractive chefs. But this is a goddamn mess. Are you trying to be funny? Are you trying to be educational?”  Her lips pressed into a patronizing frown and she punctuated her sentence with the snap of the can as she popped it open, eyelashes fluttering innocently. “Jesus, if I’d have known you needed so much help, I would have come home sooner.”

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A sigh immediately fell from his lips when she slid past him into his home without explaining what she meant by showing him his instagram. Sure, he wasn’t an influencer by any means but he knew how to use a camera and film himself cooking and put it on the internet. What more was needed? ❛ Uh... The hasselback sweet potato casserole? ❜ he asked with his brows raised, trying to remember if that was last year’s Thanksgiving or the year before that. 

She’d gone straight to his fridge, to none of his surprise, but he just rolled his eyes and walked past her to sit down in front of his plate of food again. Not that she’d leave him any room to eat in peace, of course. Chewing slowly, his eyes moved to her phone again for a moment before he raised one of his brows. ❛ TikTok? No, ❜ he shook his head. ❛ Dani and Victor already showed me and no, the only TikTok I need in life is that Ke$ha song, honestly. It’s a bop, ❜ he told her, point an index finger at his stepsister as if to strengthen his words. Their siblings had showed him the app but when he’d already figured instagram out, why would he switch platform? He had a bunch of followers already, and a full time job. ❛ Stop being weird, I’ve seen you gag over the comments I get. Doesn’t mean they’re not true, ❜ he smirked to tease her, trying to hold back a snort and ultimately failed. Shaking his head a bit at the memory of her going through his Instagram during a holiday after he’d said he rarely knew how to respond to comments. He still didn’t most of the time. ❛ I dunno, a little bit of both? I can be funny and educational. ❜ It wasn’t impossible but on the other hand he was probably better at the latter, planned jokes didn’t go well for him, just stupid, impulsive ones. ❛ I’m not asking for your help, you know that, right? ❜

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ryxbaby​:

Her stomach began to twist into a tight knot. Harlow tried to concentrate on listening to his reply, but her mind continued to rush with thoughts of her mother. The intensity of it all made her dizzy. She was sure she could throw up. The pain ached low in her stomach, only made worse by his confession. The first girl. Her hunch at the wedding was proven true with a small clarification. Why didn’t he tell her? How couldn’t he tell her? Ty was her friend. He knew Ty was her friend. He should have mentioned it. He should have mentioned it at some point in the 2 years. “Right.” She pushed herself off the bed, heading towards the living room.

“Why should I believe you?” She huffed as she exited the room. All she wanted was to take a shower, to wash her sweat dampened skin, to wash him off of her. She grabbed her underwear, sliding them up her legs, before pulling her tank top back on. Harlow heard him enter the room behind her. “Who are you?” She shook her head, jeans in her hand as she found his eyes. “It feels like I never knew you.”

Hastily, she jumped her jeans all the way up her legs. The quickness of her movements made her stomach turn again. Her mother’s voice rang through her head. She could feels her hands begin to shake as she fought back the tears trying to escape her eyes. “Your apathy is tiring, Max. Your inability to foresee how something you do would hurt someone is appalling. You’re 32 years old and still don’t know how to communicate. It’s childish. But, sure, ignore I exist, never check in, flirt with people I am friends with, let your friends ridicule me - continue to go about life as if we never even happened.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Thanks for the orgasms.” She attempted to pull on her shoes as she started to head for the door.

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Her moment of silence was almost deafening, her short reply even more so right before she stood up and left the room. ❛ Because I don’t lie! ❜ he yelled after her. What the fuck just happened? With a sigh, Max scooted off the bed and pulled on his boxers, saving no time to follow her. He had already cheated on her, he didn’t mean to make this any worse now several years later even though he didn’t understand how it even matter if he slept with Ty. ❛ When have I lied to you? ❜ he questioned when he entered the living room to see her standing half-clothed with her jeans in her hand. ❛ Sometimes I think I should have lied, you know? Maybe then we’d still be together. But I couldn’t, because I can’t not be honest, with you, or generally, I don’t know... I just didn’t think Ty mattered in our equation, he was history. He was out of the picture when I fell for you, ❜ he tried to explain in a stern voice, since any softness didn’t seem to go well with her right now. If he’d lied, told her he nothing happened after he’d left after that fight, the guilt would have still eaten him alive. Would it have been worth it, if it meant being with her?

Fine, he occasionally lied about things but he didn’t think he’d ever managed to do that with her, not about the big things. She had a point though. His communication skills were not the best. Everyone told him that; Skylar, Kai - although theirs were also not great - Cora, Harlow, Declan, his mother. It didn’t mean he didn’t fucking try. ❛ I can’t just ignore or forget we never happened but I can’t live my life like we’re still together, Harls. I didn’t know I’d get a damn crush on you when I first slept with Ty and I obviously couldn’t just undo putting my dick in him. Just because I did it again doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about us. He’s a whole other story. ❜ His words may be raw and they probably didn’t make much sense, Max didn’t know, but he was more confused now than he’d been when she’s walked in and asked him to have sex with her. He had moved on but he hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to be with her. Hell, he still remembered the feeling with Cora. ❛ I don’t check in because I didn’t think you wanted me in your life at all, can you blame me for that? ❜ His friends ridiculed her? His first thought was Kai. What had she done now? He’d figure it out.

Sighing, he leaned his head back and rolled his eyes for a moment when she thanked him. ❛ Fine, be like that, but I think you’re projecting something else on me so when you’re ready for that conversation... ❜ he threw his hands out to his sides, palms facing her and his dark eyes trying to reach out to her, if she needed anything. ❛ You know where I live. ❜ Pausing, he pressed his lips together and frowned, his mind doing a 180 out of concern. This was Hemlock Docks. ❛ Are you... Walking? ❜

[maxivargas]

ryxbaby​:

 The palm resting on her face elicited a groan. She pressed her fingers into the side of his finger, plucking his hand off of her, holding it up like a dirty sock or pair if underwear. She dropped it from its raised height letting it fall on his own chest.  “Veta a la mierda!” Isabella muttered, rolling onto her side just to bury her face into the pillow a bit more. Were they getting old? Were they too old to fuck around like kids? Her mother seemed to think so, telling her every chance she got that Isabella continued to be a bad example for Val. “I can’t. I’m weak. I’m perishing. I’m feeble.” She whined in a dramatic voice. “Let’s order food. God, I wish we were in Seattle, so we could get those breakfast sandwiches from that deli on the corner near your old apartment.” She spoke, eyes still shut.

“Honestly the most disappointing part of you and Harlow breaking up was I never got to say goodbye to that deli.”

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❛ Rude, ❜ he muttered playfully, pulling his hand from his chest where she’d dropped it to run his fingers through his tangled locks while Isabella continued on with her dramatics that made him snort softly while his eyes remained closed. Then he lifted the lid from one of his eyes and glanced over at the woman, face scrunching together in a slightly amused and confused expression. ❛ That’s more disappointing than how it ended? I mean, fair. That place was awesome, ❜ he said with a sigh, mouth watering a little at the thought of one of the sandwiched from the deli he hadn’t been to in forever. It was great for hangovers. Honestly though, it wasn’t that bad today. Sure, his head was pounding slightly and her whining only made it worse but it had nothing on the way he felt the day after he’d slept with Harlow again and then he hadn’t even been drinking. It had just been this weird feeling of a confused headache and a fog settling over him. Maybe he should tell Isa but he risked getting an elbow jammed into his side. So, he sat up with a soft groan, pulling his pillow up behind him so he could rest more comfortably against the wall - because of course he was over thirty years old and still didn’t own a headboard. Max still put off talking about Harlow though, focusing on breakfast. ❛ What d’ya wanna get? Bagels? You’re paying, just saying. ❜

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coracovington​:

Cora had presumed, foolishly, that by now he would’ve been aware. His confusion clarified her answer. Though she understood Harlow’s intention, she hoped the woman wasn’t alone in what was unravelling around her. “Well, that’s me mistaken,” she clarified. “Look, you know I can’t tell you a thing but I can tell you she’s fine. She’ll tell you if she ever wants to.” Both ethically and morally, it wasn’t her place to divulge Harlow’s circumstance. If Max was meant to know, he would find out soon enough.        When he speaks, she offers a sympathetic smile. “I know,” her brows furrow with sincerity. “I mean- I guess when you first told me I assumed you might’ve done the same to me. It just seemed so far removed from you, so it made me think how there’s a chance I didn’t really know you at all.” His action had prompted her to revisit the moments from their teenage years, pulling at the seams until they could unravel no longer. He wasn’t that person to her. “I know that’s not the case.”          There’s an instinctual nod which follows his reflection; a reaction performed without thought. Cora related in all manner - how the world didn’t feel so big that she ultimately felt miniscule. Perhaps simplicity wasn’t made for either of them. “I can’t promise you that.” For a moment of clarity she realises why those words were stuck somewhere within her, caught within tar at the back of her throat. Okay didn’t sound like passing small talk in a corridor; it didn’t feel like the steady beat of her heart within her chest or the metre distance between them. Their okay was like a match to gasoline. She wondered if his fingers would burn. The thought resides within her but she offers something small in contrast. “I can try.”            There’s a momentary pause which shifts between them and there’s no hostility to be found within it. In another light, it would appear as if nothing had changed between them. The air of normality felt soothing.           “Enjoy your evening, Max,” she adds, before extending their distance further. Somewhere wreathed within her words is a promise that she’d see him again. 

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It was his own fault in many ways, he knew that, but he felt so out of touch with a lot of people he’d known for a long time. Harlow, Cora, his dad. Declan was the only constant thing now and he was a mess that Max didn’t quite know how to turn around. He tried, but it was hard because he couldn't really relate. Even his mother, it was hard to talk about the past couple of months with. About what happened with Cora, whom she asked about now and then as if Max and her were still together. The woman had hope, but after fifteen years? Felt a little bit too optimistic. ❛ Yeah I guess, ❜ he said softly, tongue darting out slowly to lick his lower lip while thoughts ran quick through his mind and them kind of vanished into thin air. She’d tell him when she wanted to. If she ever wanted to. 

Eyes squinted a little when his eyebrows were pulled into a frown. He’d never thought about what went on in Cora’s mind when he’d told her he cheated on Harlow. Sure, other than that she’d thought he was a stupid, disgusting fucking idiot moron but that she’d believed he might have done the same to her? It was fair, but he hadn’t. It only happened once, and not with her. ❛ No.. No, no, no, not--- No, I didn’t. Trust me, ❜ he tried to reassure her, shaking his head a little bit. ❛ Good. ❜ He’d only fucked up that bad once. He was not his dad, at least not through and through. Just a little fucking stupid bit, apparently.

Maybe he should have just taken the words he got, even if they weren’t insincere. They could be okay, even if it wasn’t real, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t want them to just lie to each other. They’d always been honest, maybe a bit too honest about some things, especially after they broke up. They’d fallen into some sort of strange friendship that was hard to define but they had at least been okay. ❛ Try… Good. Yeah. We’ll try. ❜ His eyes stayed on her as he tried to mask a sigh with a deep breath. No matter how chaotic he’d started this conversation it had turned out not too bad, right? Even if she went home and laughed about it with Lotta after this. ❛ Yeah, you too. ❜

the end.

[michaelxtrevino]

Sean Teale via Instagram on his birthday.

[cadenlucca]

[maxivargas]

dgraham​:

“Mhm,” he responded. What else was there to say? The most toxic yet satisfying woman he’d ever been with showed up at the threshold of his job and he was supposed to turn some knobs to make her sound amazing. “I mean…,” he smirked, “She looks hot. I’d hit it again if she asked, no question.” A generous gulp of his drink before he laughed. “I got to work with her, she’s a big client. The songs she has to record though? Fucking trash, man,” Declan sighed, not wanting to think about work. “But again, if she wanted to fuck…,” he tossed his hands up in the air.

Declan looked over at his friend, albeit a bit hazy. “Oh yeah?” he grinned. “You’re still alive so nobody’s killed you yet, but…” he took another hit, inhaling deeply. “I guess it’s still early in the day. If you need a place to hide I’ve got another bedroom for you. All you’ve gotta do is cook me dinner every night.” 

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 With an eyeroll, Max tried to still see it from Declan’s perspective. They sure did have different ways of viewing things and his relationship to this pop star was nothing Max had ever had probably, so of course he couldn’t really relate. ❛ You think she will? ❜ he questioned with a raise of one of his brows. ❛ Trash? Isn’t she like... A big deal? Just don’t make it a whole thing for her to have to fuck you so you’ll do your best, dude. You gotta do that either way. Then maybe she’ll even be impressed enough and sleep with you because of that, ❜ he pointed out, raising a finger at his friend as he made the point.

  ❛ Oh don’t be surprised if someone  takes me out soon enough, ❜ Max snorted softly before coughing as more smoke left his lungs. ❛ Since Harlow got back I kinda feel like more and more people have just put a whole target on my back. ❜ She’d still come to his place for sex though, which he still found strange. Especially since she got mad at him right after. For reasons that were probably valid to her but he just didn’t understand why it was relevant. ❛ Deal. Surprisingly not a lot of the people that want my head on a silver platter live by the docks though so maybe I’ll be safer there, actually. ❜

[thelaziestmotherfucker]

Because this crepe belongs in the belly of someone with a heart.

[maxivargas]

@dgraham

[maxivargas]

dgraham​:

Location: Declan’s house 

@maxvargas​

Max– his best friend, a partner in crime. Not a bad influence, but also not the guy who would tell Declan to slow down on the drinking or partying either. That was why they were sitting out in the backyard with a six pack, Declan packing a bowl. 

“I don’t think 10 is too early to start drinkin’,” he commented to no one in particular. There were things he needed to talk to the man about, but…instead he brought a lighter up, inhaled til he coughed a bit, and exhaled. “I told you I got a new client, right? Booked for the fuckin’ month,” a chuckle. At this moment, his feelings were neutral, but after the initial shock of seeing his ex walk through the door, Declan treated himself to a nice evening of being fucked up. He was proactive by turning his phone off and hiding it beforehand, if only to prevent himself from texting her….well, anything. Explicit, less-that-favorable, he had all of those thoughts about her. He took another hit. 

“It’s my fuckin’ ex. You know the one,” he coughed again before offering to Max. “So what’s fucked in your life this week?”

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Of course Max was judging Declan --- but silently. With a simple eye roll when his friend took a hit his brows then furrowed together when hse started speaking, giving an update on his life.  ❛ Yeah? ❜ It wasn’t that Max wanted to be passive about Declan’s issues but he didn’t really know what to do. He couldn’t exactly take the bottles from him, or the pills or the weed. The latter was even legal and what hard did it really do? Other things did though and he didn’t want one of his closest friends to get really fucked. Maybe he already was, maybe he’d always been. It was just... Declan, that’s what he was like. Max was worried nonetheless though.  ❛ Like... The ex? How do you feel about it? ❜ he asked, brows raising as he looked at the offer held out to him. He raised a hand, shaking his head before looking at it again, changing his mind and grabbing the joint to take a hit, coughing as much as the other male, if not more, against his shoulder. It wasn’t anything he did ofted but this past month had truly been something. ❛ No more than I’ve fucked in the past month... Months. ❜ How had he managed to stir shit up with both his exes this year? It was only June.

[maxivargas]

triscordero​:

WHO: @maxvargas​ & tris. WHERE: max’s house.

She hadn’t been back in town long, but she had been back long enough and she’d yet to make it a point to catch up with her stepbrother. There were no real ties keeping them together. They’d been a family by marriage and circumstance, by being too young to have a choice in the matter. But they shared a sibling, they shared holidays, and even if Tris would never admit it to anyone, there was a part of her that had grown attached despite her best efforts not to give a shit.

Plus, she was bored and he was the easiest target.

She rapped her knuckles loudly against the door, her phone in her off hand. Tapping her foot impatiently, she gave him three seconds before she started knocking again. This time, she didn’t stop until she heard the sound of the lock turning and she smiled, triumphant. As soon as Max’s face appeared in the doorway, she held up her phone, his Instagram on display as she cocked an eyebrow. “We gotta talk about this.”

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Max wasn’t expecting anyone so when he in the middle of an early dinner heard a knock on the door, he frowned and stared down at his food for a moment before the knocks repeated... Over, and over and over again. His eyes rolled a little as he pushed his chair out and headed to the front door. Tris. Who else? Actually, he hadn’t seen her in quite awhile because of her job taking her out of town and now suddenly she appeared on his front porch out of nowhere without even a hello, how are you?; just her phone pushed up in his face. Not that he was surprised, she’d always been the type to just get to the point.

The man grimaced, staring at his own instagram profile before tilting his head to look down at her. ❛ Why? ❜

[maxivargas]

ryxbaby​:

who : @maxvargas​

where : max’s house

The sunlight peaking through the curtains seared into her eyeballs through her shut eyelids. Her head pounded, her brain feeling like it was pushing against her skull. The overwhelming feeling wouldn’t allow her mind to shut off again. Isabella yearned to be asleep again, if only not to feel the hangover slowly sinking in. Lazily, her hand hit at the man beside her in bed. “Maximilian.” She groaned slapping at him with her eyes still squeezed shut. “Are you awake?” She whined. Sleeping in the same bed was something they’d done since they were children. They’d done it more times than she could remember and she never felt the urge to sneak a peak at what was beneath his clothes. “Turn the sun off.” She inisisted.

Isabella convinced Max to play Drinkio Cart with her - a drinking game while playing Mario Cart. She hadn’t realized how much she’d consumed until she looked at the half empty Tequila bottle. To be honest, she didn’t remember getting into bed or anything after yelling eat my big Donkey Kong ass.

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Feeling the push against his side Max groaned a little. He should never have let her challenge him in Mario Kart, the drinking game edition but there they were, sun stinging their eyes even though their lids were still covering their orbs. ❛ Cállate, ❜ he muttered, raising his arm enough to in an even lazier way punch her back but his hand just landed over her face. ❛ Your voice feels like a billion razor blades. ❜ Of course, he was exaggerating but drinking tequila with Isabella at thirty-two was a dangerous game. Max was sure he just needed some water and food before he felt better again though, it was usually like that. Maybe a cold shower to wash away the regrets would do him good too. ❛ Go make me some bacon to make up for that terrible fuckin’ idea you had last night. ❜

[maxivargas]

alli-pellisier​:

In theory, Max was the perfect participant to accompany the woman to the movie, especially for the sake of how wonderful his facial expressions were. The story itself seemed on par for what seemed to be a formula that ensnared plenty of people under a certain spell. Impossible romance, usually half of the romantic pair had to be of another species, then came the impossible task of seeing a sustainable future. But then Allison couldn’t help but wonder, just how much of that could have been amplified by the horrible misfortune that was puberty. “I know they’re supposed to be 17, but jesus I couldn’t imagine being that into a person, especially at the point of saying forever.” Then again, Allison had completely skipped out on the high school sweetheart, no one had really caught her eye and she wasn’t particularly looking, not when her nose was stuck in a book and her eyes were strained from trying to read as much as she could about common law before she had even gotten into law school. “Have you ever felt that way?” She found herself asking out of the blue. 

She couldn’t help but smirk as Max had explained the app that she had thrown his way was slim pickings and that the awkward part was that as small as Crescent was, it wasn’t a joke to say it was a place where everyone knew everyone. “Are you saying then everyone in this town is on a vague hunt to feel something?” The ‘villains’ of the movie were gracing the screen now, the mention of Bella’s scent and whatever else echoing through the space. “She must smell like paradise for all of them to fixate on her like that.” 

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Despite the plotline being more than a little cringe Max kind of got the appeal of one of the part of the relationship being different in a way. It was just something that could never happen in real life and sometimes it could just create an escape. Of course, the girls growing obsessed with vampires and werewolves and things that didn’t actually exist was a bit weird. He nodded a little at Alli’s words when she made a good point. ❛ Huh? ❜ His head turned a little before his lips turned down a little in a lazy shrug.  ❛ Sure, yeah... Twice. But I wasn’t really right either of the times, was I? ❜ he snorted quietly.  ❛ Why -- don’t you feel like that about Sanem? ❜ he smiled softly, nudging Alli gently before grabbing some more popcorn. 

Looking back at the screen he nodded slowly.  ❛ A vague hunt to feel something or just horny as hell, who knows? ❜ he joked with a smirk as he kept looking at the movie as the villains appeared. ❛ I just have this weird feeling she smells really bad to humans but vampires just got this thing for bad odors. ❜

@allisonpellireid​

[maxivargas]

devilthcughts:

Skylar’s accusation brought a wide, goofy grin out of Kaiya, whose shoulders lifted in an innocent shrug. “Anything that I may or may not have been diving in at the wedding is totally irrelevant here,” she pointed out, waving a hand in front of her. Clapping a hand over on Max’s shoulder, Kai nodded seriously, ready to back him up on that one. “Both of us will be stalking your ass. Next date you go on with this woman, we’ll be there. Or you could make this way less embarrassing for yourself and just tell us.” Kai and Max could absolutely find ways to make this incredibly embarrassing for Skylar if they wanted to, it was what they were good at. Snorting a bit, Kai picked up a pool cue of her own, rubbing the end with the chalk to get ready. “Max, please, we both know she’s got no shot to win here. So, in light of that, loser buys drinks tonight, yeah?”

@devilthcughts

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“Unfortunately for me, this woman here was my date,” Skylar said with an overly dramatic sigh, tilting her head in Kaiya’s direction. “So, two things. I have zero social media presence and we’re not even on talking terms, anyway, so,” she retorted with a thin-lipped smile, gaze averting between two of her friends, “Good fucking luck.” Momentarily she pondered about throwing them off their game and giving them a completely random name just so they could go on a wild goose chase. Now that was a hell of a strategy, but not one she’d utilize yet. The guessing game was fun for her. “You did absolutely nothing at the wedding?” She asked Max with a pointed look, quirking an eyebrow. “Not even hands under the pants kinda action? Uh huh…” She grabbed the balls from the slot, neatly organizing them into the triangle. “You can’t blame the alcohol when you lose. This place is practically my second home, so…”

@maxvargas

❛ Oh right, but I doubt Kai was cock blo--- that’s not the right term here, ❜ he grimaced in amusement before chuckling.  ❛ We will be disguising ourselves really good, you won’t even know we’re there. ❜ Definitely not true, they’d be spotted in an instant and he wasn’t even sure what Skylar would do about it, her mind realy works in crazy ways. Kai’s too, so he was used to it to say the least. Max gave Skylar a mysterious shrug. ❛ I told you, nothing at the wedding, ❜ he confirmed, brows raising a little teasingly before he tapped the pool table with his cue gently.  ❛ After is another story... ❜ he mused almost in a mumble. Kai knew about Ty but only what happened years ago. Now Harlow knew too. Fuck. She’d even asked about it. Why had it mattered? Maybe the girls would have an answer for that but this didn’t really feel the time or place to tell them he’d slept with his ex. ❛ Loser buys drinks and I kinda hope it’s Kai-- then we can get the expensive shit, ❜ he smirked, wiggling his brows at Sky.

@kaiyaeldridge​