#goofsmax

[invsblity]

💘 for oz n vi / vixie n vi

oz

it was only a matter of time. at least, that’s how violet tried to reason what she was feeling. it felt like she had slipped and fell and just kept falling. there wasn’t an end in sight. there was always a natural bond between her and oswald. a connection. it was only a matter of time. they hung out all the time. he was one of her best friends. she didn’t know when the lines between friendship and love became so entangled, but one day, she looked at him, and she knew. violet couldn’t even look at him anymore without her face turning bright red. sentences were hard to form. thoughts came out jumbled. she was fucked, because she was in love with her best friend.

vixey

violet was always in awe of confident women. there was a lot of admiration for putting themselves out there, which is what initially drew violet to vixey. she exuded a different type of confidence. a warm one that stuck with vi long after her encounters with the girl. every conversation she had, violet was intrigued and riveted. she could have spent hours just listening to vixey. then, they started seeing each other, and they got closer, and she could call that smile of vixey’s all hers’. they were laying in bed weeks later, it was midday, it was raining, it was violet’s favorite kind of day-- lazy. their limbs were tangled together, and vixey’s head was on her chest. this is what she wanted. this is what she wanted to wake up to every day. this was love.

[mickvy]

💘 also max sksksks

their friendship in itself had been wholly unexpected, the two so different and yet feeling like home to each other. yin and yang, swimming together to meet and fulfill those missing parts of each other they had been searching for their entire lives. mickey seemed to have everything max wanted, the popularity, the attention, but max couldn’t see what he had right in front of him. a loving father and a good life, simple but good, something mickey had never known in his entire life. when they first became friends it was all on the basis of mickey helping him, fixing him, giving him a she’s all that moment in his rise to popularity. and in classic she’s all that cheesy rom com fashion mickey was the unassuming freddie prinze jr not realizing that he’d be the one falling head over heels in love with him. he didn’t expect he’d be the one stunned by his own friend, the simple activities they once did now making his cheeks go red and his heart pound in his chest because he wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way but he couldn’t help it at all. max was sweet and he was shy but he was loyal and such a good friend and mickey didn’t know how to act around him anymore. there was something about him that just made him want to run away with him, show him the world and give him everything he could’ve dreamed about. there was something about max that was so easy to fall in love with he didn’t even realize he had until he was completely fallen in with no way to get out.

[mcbucksss]

💘 from max n vixie uwu

MAX:

vibe check !

VIXIE:

when louie was in middle school, he asked his teacher “do triplets have the same fingerprint?”. he didn’t get an answer, chalking it up to the fact that she had already knew his plans. of course she did. in the case that he did something really bad on one of his schemes, he’d at least want to be able to pin it on dewey. oddly enough, he never bothered to look it up, hadn’t even thought about it until one night with vixie. he allowed his hands to roam over her as they talked, using the contact as a distraction, an excuse not to meet her eyes. that would make it too real. the shit they shared was real enough, the hot tears falling onto his cheeks were real enough, he didn’t need them to be, too. fingertips lightly tracing her collarbones, a thought had suddenly come to mind. he didn’t want their prints, he didn’t want any trace of them on her. it was a gross thought, at least to louie, that he could want someone to himself. he’d always been stingy, but never like this. it had never physically pained him to think of losing what was his. and the most fucked up part was, she wasn’t even his.

[pazificas]

💘 from max

it wasn’t supposed to end up this way, it was never supposed to end up this way. pacifica’s not meant to let down her walls, let things escalate further than a quick screw meant to be forgotten and regretted later down the line. he wasn’t even her type, too much of a sheep, too weak willed for her. he was a pawn for her to use, someone for her to drag around like a raggedy anne doll and discard when she was done with him. maybe it was that that made her start to like him though, the fact that in that way they were completely alike, only she was better at hiding it. she was a pawn too, she too was used and thrown away, never really cared for or loved. she too wanted nothing more than to be accepted, to be popular, though she learned how to fake that a lot earlier than he did. she saw in him all her insecurities, so much so that she couldn’t stand to look in his eyes, it hurt too much to look and see herself reflected so perfectly in them. it hurt to look and know she couldn’t possibly give him what he deserved, because the only way for her to stay on top was to treat him as she had been treated: like nothing. yet she couldn’t fully let go, not with his gentle touches and the way he’d kiss the top of her head. not with his kind smiles and the way he talked to her like she was a girl someone could actually care about. and it was in that that her chest would hurt at the thought of him, remembering he wasn’t hers to keep and one day she’d have to let him go. her family would never approve, and to let him in was to show him her real self, and the result would only lead in her being the one left in the end. yet despite knowing this, she stood by him, holding his hand in the secret of dark rooms and kissing his cheek when he’s particularly sweet to her. she can’t let go of the way he genuinely makes her laugh, and how he lets her try new makeup tricks on him before she does on herself. she can’t let him go because she loves him and it terrifies her, because she can’t think of any way in which her loving someone could end well for either of them, or any way in which someone could really love her back.