#pepsi-maxwell

[lambicsystem]

hi shoop hello!! is your current u/n a reference to the limbic system that i've only just this second realised

hi Vinny, *yes* !!!! :D that's exactly what it is

[mimzywhimsy]

for the fanfiction mash up, sick/injured + green eyed epiphany for max squared? 👀

Hell yeah time for some max squared! More under the cut:

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Max had never fully believed that the flowers were real, is the thing.

They looked real when they came out of Caster's mouth, sure. As did the occasional flecks of blood, though Max was always too disgusted to examine those bits too closely.

But they were both workers in the Professional Lying Business. Caster, especially, loved to lie, and he loved to lie the most about his and Max's relationship. Max thought the flowers just added to the drama. The marks loved it. What a heat starter! Doomed love, unrequited love, deadly love for The Devil...the soap opera practically wrote itself. Besides- wasn't that disease supposed to get worse over time? Caster had been "coughing up" those little purple columbines for over two years now, and it hadn't so much as prevented him from wrestling.

Around the brief, desperate time that Adam was MIA and Max had been forced to team up and scissor with The Acclaimed, Caster's coughing got so constant that even Max had been worried. But Caster had picked up on that anxiety like a bloodhound. He used it to try and get away with all sorts of things; from crawling into Max's lap, to blatantly squeezing his ass. The sympathy had quickly dried up, as had the team-up with The Acclaimed. Soon enough Max was too busy agonizing over his belt and his hip and his shoulder and Adam's betrayal to pay the magical unrequited love flower disease any more mind.

So why did it bother Max so much when it stopped?

Sure, The Acclaimed were mad at Max for not visiting them after they got jumped. Despite Max stating on TV, very plainly, why associating with him with a bad idea. And yes, Caster had seemed plenty upset. But that wasn't new either. Max figured Caster would have his little temper tantrum and go back to thirst posting. Same as he always did.

But Caster didn't. He never mentioned Max again. Never reposted another piece of fanart of the two them. Never so much as coughed to clear his throat.

Max has nothing but time to watch the show these days. Week by week, month by month, he found himself straining to find so much as a single purple flower petal. He started to check all of Caster's accounts, the public and the private ones. It was all just Caster and his music, stupid political references, and naked betrayal by hanging out with Jay White and the Assboys. Videos, pictures, posts- there was never anything love or flower related at all.

It's an incomplete picture, of course. Max wouldn't know for sure unless he decided to return to AEW and study Caster in person. He's sure, so sure, almost positive, that as soon as Caster lays eyes on him the sight will bring him to his knees.

But sometimes...it keeps Max wondering.

Sometimes, when he stays up too late at night thinking about it, he can feel a worrying tickle in the base of his own throat.

[eightertrek]

sh. ships where they hate each other... obsessively

yeah,,, yeah,,,,,, y3Ha

[chairete-kyrioi]

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i am resisting … for now …