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preview for tomorrow Thursday of dating the Hearst Devil

[slytherincursebreaker]

this  part one of chapter one of Dating the Hearst Devil I hope you like it

this is base on the new High school story.

[slytherincursebreaker]

this is going to be a webcomic , this will be focusing on Max and Allison on their crazy had eachother’s throats and rivalries also crazy secret dates.

this is an AU of Choices that Allison didn’t graduated early, old characters and new characters will be joined I call it dating the Hearst Devil

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Just found an old old drawing of these two (I think it was drawn around the time the last max date came out, maybe even earlier)

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||meant to fall||

Ship: mcxmax (violaxmax) Prompt: “Don’t touch me” Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Blood mention Note For the anon that requested this, hope ya enjoy

‘What a sight it was, two teenagers in love. And what a sight it is, to see them crumble and fall. When your mistakes come back to haunt you, you look for a place to hide. What you didn’t know, my dear, those who always stood by you, get scared too.’

Her wrist hurt and her eyes were burning with unshed tears. Footsteps echoed behind her and she knew that he was close, but he had never seemed more faraway. Hair hung in front of her face like a veil, the pain spread through her body like fire. The footsteps neared her and she knew he was behind her, but made no move to turn around and stop. Walking faster hurt her ankle, that didn’t stop her from trying though, because everything was better than here.

“Viola?”

His voice shook, because he knew. He knew that there was nothing he could do to make everything better. He knew, yet he tried, again and again. Gripping her wrist tighter, she walked further. It was unlike her, to run away from her problems. Not this one, she didn’t want to stay and talk it out, she wanted him gone and out of her life. Hopefully never to return.

“I am sorry, Viola.”

She stopped walking, no longer feeling the need to run. Now blinded by anger instead of her tears, she turned around. Her shoulders shook with rage and she dug her nails so deep in her palms, that a little blood started dropping from the wound she had created.

“You are sorry?!”

He winced, this was not going to end well and he was to blame. She stepped closer to him and for once in his life, he didn’t know what to do.

“You used me! And I was stupid enough to fucking fall for your stupid redemption arc! I was so, so stupid!”

“I know what it looks like, but I swear I love you. I never meant to hur-.”

He cut himself off. That wasn’t true, at the beginning he did mean to hurt her. He had meant to humiliate her. It had been a stupid bet he had made with his friends to mess with her.

“All you have to do is pretend to like her, make her fall in love with you, the tell her it was all fake when she confesses. It will be fun. Show the Willow Creek bitch who rules the district.”

He had laughed at that idea.

“If I have to spend time with her, voluntarily, then I want something from you when I succeed.” They had laughed at that together, his friends and him. The idea of hurting her was so alluring at the time, especially since they had lost their last game to Willow Creek. This would have been pay back.

She shook her head and turned to walk away from him, till he grabbed her wrist. Her sharp intake of breath, made him drop her hand immediately.

“I love you”

He smiled at her words, because he was truly happy to hear them. In that moment he had completely forgotten about the bet and he was just genuinely happy to know that she loved him back. He had gotten to know sides of her, he never knew even existed. She had shown him her hiding places as a kid, places she had never shown anyone. And he was happy, like he hadn’t been in a long time. However, that moment of bliss didn’t last long. Before he could say it back, he heard his friends laugh from the tree behind them. Panic hit him. The sound of laughter scared Viola so much that she fell of the swing, landing on her wrist. She winced, holding it tightly in her hand as if it was going to help.

“Please, Viola. Give me a chance to explain.”

His voice sounded broken, but she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to go home and cry herself to sleep. So she shook her head and turned back again to walk away. In panic and feeling desperate, he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Viola-”

“I said, don’t touch me.”

He pulled his hand back, defeat sinking in. But he wasn’t ready to give up, to let her go. Max didn’t know what to do, he wanted to do something so badly. The situation was bad and he had no chance at convincing her, he knew that. But people would do anything if they are desperate enough. He was ready to beg for forgiveness if that was what it took, he would have done anything.

Viola turned towards him before he could do as much as utter a single word. The disappointment and pain was evident on her face.

“I don’t know why, but I feel sorry for you Max. At first I thought that you are the way you are, because of the pressure your father puts on you.”

She laughed through her tears; the sound pierced his skin. Tears welled up in his eyes. Not paying attention to the fire starting in his body, she continued.

“The truth is, Max, you are just who you are. I really hope this was worth it.

“I can’t believe she fell for it.”

Nate put up his hand for a high five, but it was left unanswered. His eyes were fixed on her; the brief surprise in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed. She trusted him, at least used to trust him. Her eyes hardened and fixed on the ground. The laughter was still going and it seemed to grow louder. He offered her his hand to help her up, but she didn’t take it. Instead, she pushed herself up, forgetting her hurt wrist. The pain caused tears to stream down her face. Or maybe it was  because of his betrayal. Either way, the pain he felt was indescribable.  She managed to get up and walk away without even saying a word or without even glancing at him. He felt his friends pat him on the back and congratulate him on the win, but his eyes were still fixed on her retreating figure. He was frozen for a couple of minutes, and then he ran after her.

“It wasn’t, Viola. I swear, I-I just want to make this right. Please, I love you. Give me another chance.”

She didn’t answer. Turning away from him, she walked away. All he could do was watch, watch her walk away, still gripping her wrist. He felt his breath quiver, suddenly he felt pressure on his chest and not being able to handle it, he fell. He was trying to catch his breath, gasping every now and then. An asthma attack. He hadn’t had one since he was 8, but here he was in the middle of the street on his knees trying to stay alive. He was lucky he still knew how to calm himself and that he always carried his inhaler with him, even though it took him longer than usual. When he finally managed to breathe normally again, he dragged himself to the nearest tree and sat there till dawn. His thoughts a mess and his hands shaking. Everything was a mess, a mess he had created and now was forced to live with.                

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How I fell in love

Pairing:mcxmax (violaxmax

Summary: A diary entry.(Viola’s diary). Sometimes we find love in the strangest things.

song suggestion: Listen to ‘In My Veins’ by Andrew Belle while reading. _______________________________________________________________________

It was hard not to fall in love with him.

It was hard not to fall in love with him when he cried while watching Marley & Me and afterwards begged me not to tell anyone.

It was hard not to fall in love with him when he fell asleep on my couch and the sun shined on his face and he looked like an angel.

It was hard not to fall in love with him when he loved walking through flower fields and when I saw him surrounded by them, I swear I knew that the flowers too, were admiring him.

It was hard not to fall in love with him when he couldn’t finish telling jokes because he started laughing before he had even said as much as two words.

It was hard not to fall in love with him when he called me late at night to tell me about his views and thoughts on the world; when he knew that I had a hard time falling asleep so he would stay awake with me and talk to me till the soft sound of his voice was the lullaby I needed to drift off.

It was hard not to fall in love with him when he spent hours pretending to be reading, but I would catch him staring at me like a love-sick puppy and it was hard not to fall in love with him when he spent not time denying that.

It was hard not to fall in love with him when he did everything he could to make me smile again even though I had been treating him horribly.

Because I fell for him. And I fell hard.

I fell for the boy who was usually so talkative, but seemed at a loss of words once I looked at him a certain way.

I fell for the boy who spent hours trying to make me a gift, because nothing he could buy was good enough for him.

I fell for the boy who spent hours talking about the stars in my eyes and the beauty in my smile.

I fell for the boy who would read me fairytales when I got sick, but always ended up getting too much into them himself.

I fell for the boy with the broken smile and eyes filled with unshed tears who would spend hours trying to convince me he was fine.

I fell for the boy who broke down in my arms and cried till his eyes were like desserts and who despite that still tried to assure me that he was okay.

I fell for the boy who got me flowers from my own garden and tried to convince me that he grew them himself.

I fell for the boy who watched old detective movies, because those were his favourite kind.

I fell for the boy who was so reckless and filled with danger, but was right by my side scolding me when I was crying about a papercut.

I fell in love with the boy who loved his sister so much, he put her happiness above his.

I fell in love with the boy who nursed hurt birds back to health and cried when he watched them fly away.

I fell in love with the boy who held me for hours while I cried and didn’t ask me why.

I fell in love with the boy who stood with me when the world was against us and never backed out.

I fell in love with the boy with the golden heart and mocking smile and the kindest eyes, who somehow always made my heart beat faster.

I didn’t want to, but I fell in love with that boy. I fell in love with Max Warren.

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Drabble #14,15

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ship: mcxmax warnings: underage alcohol consumption?, language wordcount: 970+

Max was drunk. 

His father was away on yet another business trip and Max had decided to help himself to the strong flask of whisky that was hidden in his office. Now he was sitting alone at the local park, rocking slowly back and forth on the swing and staring up at the starry sky.

His usual bravado was mellowed after a few gulps of alcohol but it had ignited another feeling within him. Sorrow. 

Fumbling in his pocket for his phone, he laughed bitterly at his misfortune. How had he been rejected? By Sabrina, of all people. He was embarrassed by how he had put his heart out on the line, and she had turned him down. 

He kept replaying what happened in the afternoon in his head. He had strolled onto the grounds of Sabrina’s school as if he owned the place and had declared loudly to her that she was going to the prom with him.

She had sat there staring at him blankly, before politely pulling him away to talk to him privately. Her words still rang in his ears. 

“Why are you asking me to your prom?” 

“Why not? We’re dating aren’t we?”

Sabrina shook her head, “I think you’re mistaken, if you consider us to be dating. Max, we went on one date almost a month ago and then you completely ignored my messages, you’re not exactly what I’d call dating material.” 

She could tell from his reaction that Max hadn’t been prepared for this response and she gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder, “I’m sure you can find someone else who’s dying to go with you, c’mon you’re Max Warren!” 

He had been friend-zoned.

As she walked back to her seat it only solidified the situation and he decided that the humiliation he had been through was enough reason to get wasted that night. 

The self-pity was morphing into denial now and he scoffed, “Exactly! I’m Max Warren. How could she turn down me!” 

He clenched his phone tightly in his hand, waiting for the call to click through to voicemail. He didn’t even wait for the beep sound before he began to speak.

“Do you know who’s calling you right now? I’m Max Warren. M-A-X. W-A-”

“Max,” Sabrina’s voice was groggy and obviously annoyed, “it’s 2A.M. why the hell are you calling me?”

He slurred out a response and Sabrina could make out the words, ‘prom’ and ‘rejection’. 

“Are you drunk?” she got out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Mhm..very.” he let out a strangled giggle and Sabrina groaned but halted when she thought she heard what sounded like the rustling of trees through the phone. 

“Wait…Max, where are you?”

Grabbing her coat, Sabrina managed to leave her house undetected and made her way to the local park. From a distance she spotted Max’s head of blond hair and jogged towards him swiftly. 

“Seriously, I don’t know what’s up with you,” she muttered, “Why do you keep making me worry?” 

“You don’t know how it’s like to love someone who sees you as a friend.” Sabrina froze; this was the first time she had seen Max look so vulnerable. She didn’t know how to react and wondered if she was the ‘someone’ he was talking about.

“Love?” she laughed awkwardly, trying to pass it off as a joke, “Who knew that cold heart of yours could love someone.”

“Hmm…maybe not love then.” He scratched his head in confusion, “I just don’t usually like someone this much.” 

“And you decided to drink away your sorrows?” He nodded and raised the flask to his lips again, but Sabrina grabbed it off him quickly. 

“Where did you even get alcohol from? Max, you’re underage.” He reached out for it, but Sabrina tucked it away in her jacket pocket, causing him to stomp his feet on the ground childishly. 

“Is it because I rejected you this morning? It’s just prom, Max. Why don’t you ask Lacey? You two have hit it off recently.” She couldn’t hide the bitterness in her tone as she mentioned the ruthless Athena Academy student. Sabrina reached an arm around Max’s shoulders to support his weight but he still wouldn’t move away from the swing.

“But I wanted you to go with me though. If you don’t even like me why’d you come anyway? I don’t need you to help me, it’s not like we’re dating or anything. You’re right, I can find someone else to go to prom with, I don’t need your help. Why did I even ask –” 

Sabrina clamped a hand tightly over his mouth, “Shut up, okay? I’m getting you out of here. We’re going home.”

Surprisingly, he behaved and the two stumbled their way towards the Warren estate. She crouched down to lift up one of the pot plants for the spare key and Max knelt down with her, whispering loudly in her face, “How did you know that was there? Did you stalk me?”

“Stop thinking so highly of yourself,” Sabrina grumbled, using one hand to push away his face and the other to unlock the door, “Mia told me.”

Pulling him into the living room she dumped him on the huge sofa before going to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water. When she returned, his eyes were half closed, clearly exhausted and she draped a nearby blanket over him. 

“You’re too nice,” he mumbled, “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

Sabrina frowned slightly, but put a smile on her face as she reached over to ruffle his hair, “Ok Maxie, you’re going to regret all this drunk talk in the morning, so I’m going to go now. Sleep tight.”

Without glancing back, Sabrina walked out of his house, stopping outside the front door with a hand over her pounding heart. What was this reaction?

She huffed angrily, “Who does he think he is? He should’ve done a better promposal if he really wanted me to go with him.” 

But Sabrina couldn’t help pondering over Max’s words. Did he actually like her? She still found it hard to distinguish when he was and wasn’t telling the truth. 

But there was no doubt about it, and although it pained her to say it, Sabrina realised that she liked Max a lot more than she would ever care to admit.