#MJF fic
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look after you - mjf
mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader
word count: 2.9k
warnings: injury (concussion), mostly fluff, probably ooc for max idk i’m trying. for simplicity i’m using ring names, slightly nsfw at the end
summary: when you sustain a concussion during a match, someone has to watch over you. who better than your older brothers new bff?
your vision blurred as you were slammed onto the canvas, your head hitting it harder than it was supposed to. you were supposed to get up and move to do the next spot- supposed to kick out of the pin, but you couldn’t find the strength to move, instead you eyes fluttered closed as your chest rose and fell heavily with each breath.
it should’ve been like any other match- it was only a power bomb- a simple move that just went slightly wrong. you couldn’t even remember who your opponent had been, your head was spinning so fast. you heard the bell signalling that the match had been ended prematurely, but it sounded like it miles away.
officials rushed over to check on you, and you could feel their hands carefully lifting you onto a stretcher and taking you out of the ring to medical. you could tell people were talking around you, but couldn’t hear what they were saying as you drifted out of consciousness, and everything around you went black.
•••
when you woke up, you were in your hotel room, the bright lights had been turned off so that the only light in the room was lamp on the side table. your head was pounding, but you managed to sit up on your own, albeit slowly, and take a look around. to your surprise, you weren’t alone; none other than maxwell jacob friendman sat in the arm chair in the corner of the room, his head on his shoulder as he slept. max had become friends with your older brother adam in the last few months, and while you were still wary of max due to his reputation as a bit of a scumbag - how much of that was his character you weren’t sure- you had no personal issue with him. if you were correct, he was around your age, maybe a year or two older, and you had been a little surprised at how fast he and adam had become friends.
max seemed to notice that you were awake, as he stirred in his seat.
“hey- how’re you feeling?” he asked, walking over to the side of the bed to check on you.
“i have a headache but i’ll live,” you sighed. “don’t take this the wrong way but-“
“what am i doing here?” he laughed, and you nodded, regretting the decision instantly as pain shot through your head. max placed a hand gently on your shoulder, before seemingly realizing what he’d done and removing it.
“take it easy. the doctor said you need supervision for 48 hours, and your brother asked me if i could keep an eye on you since he’s at home with britt this weekend,” he explained. “but if you’re uncomfortable with it i’m sure we could find someone else to-“
“no not at all. i just didn’t expect to see you when i woke up you know? we’ve hardly talked,” you replied, and then realized that may have come across as rude. “but i am grateful, it’s nice of you to do this for adam.”
“we’re brochacos for life,” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but think that he looked cute when he had a genuine smile on his face instead of the usual cocky smirk.
“i’m assuming if i’m not in the hospital i can’t be hurt too bad,” you thought aloud, and max nodded, pointing to the end of the bed silently asking permission to sit. you pulled your feet up under you to sit cross legged and he took it as a yes.
“yeah, somehow just a minor concussion. you should be back to kicking ass in a few weeks. just gotta take it easy and avoid bright lights for a few days.”
“i can do that,” you sighed contently, relieved to hear it wasn’t a more serious injury.
“we were all really worried about you. that bump looked really fucking scary,” he admitted, and you felt even more grateful that you were in as good a condition as you were. a smile crossed your face.
“maybe it has something to do with the wonderful nurse i have,” you teased, gesturing to max, who mocked offence.
“please, you wish you could see me in one of those little nurse outfits- i would look fantastic,” he joked.
“i don’t think they really wear those anymore. or you just have a perverted idea of it.” you both laughed, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. you trusted you brothers judgment, and if he was friends with him you knew that max must have some redeeming qualities. it also helped that he was so handsome,
“you should get some sleep, it’s late,” max said, and you glanced over at the clock, seeing that it read 2:05 am. even though you had just slept for almost 4 hours, you were exhausted. your eyes landed on the uncomfortable looking arm chair in the corner of the room, and you felt bad thinking about max having to sleep in it. your room unfortunately didn’t have a couch or pull out bed but it was a king sized bed, so there was more than enough room for two people.
“you don’t have to sleep in that chair. it’s probably terrible for your back and i would feel bad making you sleep there after you’re being so nice and taking care of me,” you offered.
“it’s not a big deal; and i don’t know how much adam would appreciate-“
“adam doesn’t have to know. besides, it’s not like that,” you rolled your eyes, and max smiled.
“thanks,” he said softly. he stood up, pulling his hoodie over his head, leaving him in a black tank top, a good chain around his neck. he walked over to the other side of the bed, and sat down before switching off the lamp, leaving the room dark. you both laid down, the large bed leaving a comfortable amount of space between you as you found yourself drifting off to sleep with ease.
“goodnight, y/n,” you heard max softly say, but you were too tired to reply, already nearly asleep.
•••
sometime around 10 am, you began to stir awake, not yet conscious enough for your brain to register the feeling of arms around your waist. your head hurt significantly less than it had last night, and you shifted slightly, before you felt yourself being pulled closer to max, who you realized had at some point in the night, pulled your back against his chest and caged you safely in his arms. you knew you shouldn’t, but you found yourself enjoying it; he was so warm that you couldn’t help but turn over in his arms, curling into his chest as he hummed slightly, still asleep as he tucked you under his chin. you couldn’t have got up if you wanted to now, tightly in his embrace as he koala hugged you, and you felt yourself fall back to sleep.
max woke up about an hour later, and looked down to see you securely in his arms, and his heart sped up. this wasn’t supposed to happen- what would adam think if he saw this? of course nothing like that had happened, it was just sleeping; but would adam believe that? would anyone? the worst part is how much he enjoyed waking up next to you. while agreeing to watch over you had not been an elaborate attempt to get in your bed, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it before. he knew it was wrong, your brother being his best and only friend after all, but he couldn’t stop himself from the growing attraction he had to you, and it was only getting worse the more time he spent with you. how the hell was he supposed to survive 24 more hours alone with you? max felt you move slightly in his arms, but rather than waking up, you nuzzled into his chest more, and at that moment he realized just how screwed he truly was.
max placed a soft kiss to your forehead, and this time you did wake up, and he was worried he had fucked up. but as your eyes opened and you looked up at him, he was relieved when you didn’t freak out. instead, you mumbled a soft ‘good morning’, and max let you out of his grip.
“how’s your head?” he asked, and you smiled before responding.
“i haven’t had any complaints,” you smirked, and it only took max a second to get the joke. he laughed, rolling his eyes as you sat up against the headboard.
“very funny.”
“i feel a lot better. i think sleeping definitely helped,” you gave a real answer now, and he smiled a genuine smile again as he looked up at you, still laying with his head on the pillow. “is the bed more comfortable than the chair?”
“definitely,” he scoffed. “it could have something to do with the cute teddy bear i had.” you felt your cheeks heat up, and you grabbed the pillow from behind you and whacked him with it. he laughed again, the pillow over his face before he moved it to his chest, and a comfortable silence fell over the room.
“adam…” you started.
“doesn’t need to know,” he finished the thought you were having. you nodded, thankful that it didn’t hurt your head this time.
“do you want to order breakfast?” you asked, carefully standing up for the first time since the match. max noticed you wobbling, and rushed out of bed to offer a shoulder to you. “i guess chivalry isn’t dead,” you teased.
“what can i say i’m a gentleman,” he smirked, helping you over to the chair in the corner.
“thank you,” you said, as he passed you the room service menu. “i was right - this chair is awful,” you laughed, confirming your suspicions having now actually sat in the rock hard piece of furniture.
“yeah, i think i might’ve lost years off my career if i slept in it,” max laughed, rubbing the side of his neck as if imagining the stiffness he would’ve felt. you continued reading the menu options until you found something you wanted, and then extended the paper to max.
“do you know what you want?”
“do i,” he mumbled. he was distracted looking at you and hadn’t meant to say it out loud. you looked at him funny, assuming you had just misheard him and honestly thinking nothing of it. “uh no i have to look at the menu.” he cleared his throat.
“here,” you smiled, and he took it from your hand before sitting on the end of the bed. as he looked over the food options, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. how did he look so good first thing in the morning? his brown curls were slightly messy, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips. you were sure you looked horrible in comparison, and decided to try to walk on your own to the bathroom. max looked up at the movement in his peripheral vision, and offered to help again.
“i’m okay - i’m gonna have to figure out how to stand on my own at some point. unless you’re going to help me shower?” you joked, and max raised his eyebrows, and you swore his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
“i mean if you NEEDED me to i-“ he teased, grin on his face. you had much better luck walking on your own this time, and managed to make it all the way to the bathroom door, grabbing a change of clothes from your suitcase on the way by.
“nice try, friedman,”
“just trying to be helpful,” he smiled, and you shook your head.
“you can go ahead and order the food; i’ll just have whatever you’re having. they should just charge it to my room but if they don’t my card is in my wallet,” you pointed to your bag on the dresser, before stepping into the bathroom.
“just yell if you need anything,” max offered, before grabbing the phone to order the room service. he heard the water turn on, and after he had ordered gave his credit card number - no way in hell he was using yours.
after he hung up, max flopped dramatically onto the bed, landing on his stomach with his face in the pillow. he noticed it smelled slightly of your body spray, and groaned softly. get it together, he thought to himself, but the thought of you in the shower was doing nothing to help his brain from thinking all too much.
•••
you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling a lot better after letting the hot water relax your muscles. you wrapped a towels around your body and dried off before putting on your clean clothes, a simple t shirt and some shorts since you would be staying in the hotel room all day. deciding in the mirror that your appearance was acceptable, you walked out of the bathroom to find max laying face down in the bed.
“what are you doing,” you asked, laughing slightly.
“i’m relaxing- what does it look like i’m doing?” he replied, and you walked over to the side of the bed next to him. he rolled over so he was looking up at you, and sat up with his back against the headboard. “the food should be here soon.”
“awesome. want to find a movie to watch? you can pick since you’re stuck here with me,” you offered.
“you feel up to staring at a tv screen for 2 hours?” he asked, and you realized you hadn’t really thought about that.
“good point. i think i’m fine, if my head starts to hurt i’ll close my eyes,” you promised. max looked at you unsure, but sighed.
“fine, but don’t push yourself. come here,” he said, gesturing for you to sit next to him, and you resisted the urge to curl into his side. what had gotten into you, you thought.
•••
the food had arrived and been eaten, a movie playing on tv that you weren’t really paying attention to. it wasn’t really bothering your head thankfully, but the constant thought of how close max was to you was plaguing your mind, the scent of his expensive cologne driving you crazy. you decided to make the most of the opportunity, and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. he looked down at you, immediately wrapping his arm around your back to hold you close.
“you okay? is it bothering your head?” he asked. “i’ll turn it off.”
“it’s okay, can you just turn it down a little? i’m just gonna close my eyes for a minute,” you mumbled, and max turned the sound nearly to mute, before you felt him pull you into his lap, your legs over his sideways. you were a little surprised, but nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, a without thinking, placed a gentle kiss below his jaw. you both froze, and you pulled back to read his expression. you began to apologize, when his finger reached forward to gently hold your chin. you nodded softly, before max leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. he tasted sweet, a hint of maple syrup on his tongue from breakfast, and you felt your heart skip a beat. he kissed you so gently, like you were made of glass, and when you finally separated, you both stared at each other, catching your breath.
“i-“
“i’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” max admitted, his cheeks flushed, and you were sure yours matched.
“really?” you asked, surprised.
“uh, yeah?” he said, like it was obvious. “god, adam would kill me if he could read minds.” you laughed, leaning forward to kiss him again, gently nibbling at his bottom lip. his hands landed on your hips and adjusted your position to straddle his lap, the blanket gathering around your waist.
“adam’s not here,” you pointed out. max screwed his eyes shut.
“i’m starting to think that you’re a very bad influence,” he groaned, his voice a little deeper than usual.
“how can i be a bad influence on someone who calls themselves the devil?” you asked. his fingertips dig into your sides,
“i’m trying really hard to behave myself right now, but you’re not making it easy….” he trailed off, looking up at you as he breathed heavily.
“i don’t know what you’re-“ you played dumb before he interrupted you with another kiss, rougher than the previous ones. his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, before his tongue slipped past and explored your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, and max bucked his hips upwards slightly at the sound. he pulled away, breathing heavily as he apologized.
“i’m sorry- i don’t think we should do this right now. i really don’t want to hurt you.” he admitted, and you could tell that it pained him to say it. you kissed him one more time, gently again, as if to say you understood.
“you’re probably right. i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay. don’t think i don’t want to,” he assured you, and you nodded. curling into his side again, you rested your head back on his shoulder, kissing him on the cheek quickly before you closed your eyes.
“thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled, feeling sleepy again. max pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you hummed softly.
“anytime. although, maybe next time you don’t have to get a concussion to convince me to spend time with you,” he teased, and you playfully punched his ribs. “okay, okay, sorry.” his hand rested on your thigh, his fingertips drawing little shapes and patterns on your bare skin.
“deal.”
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I'll take care of you
Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist
Warnings: SMUT, unmentioned past trauma
Summary: Reader has had a troubled past when it came to partners. She was always nervous about relationships especially when it came to the intimate part of a relationship. Luckily she found Max, he always took care of her and never pressured her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. What happens when she’s finally ready to be intimate with Max?
I’ll never forget the day when Y/n told me about her past. I coudn’t believe that someone could do such a thing to someone as kind and beautiful as Y/n. She explained to me that she struggled to be intimate after what happened and I promised her I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Normally sex was all I cared about but Y/n changed the way I looked at relationships. I no longer looked at the intimate side, I enjoyed the quality time I would spend with Y/n.
I was on my way to Y/n’s place for our weekly dinner dates. Tonight Y/n wanted to stay in which I had no problem with. She told me she made a delicious dinner and I was excited. On my way, I picked up a fresh bouquet of flowers for her kitchen. Like she said dinner was indeed delicious, she spent all day working on a delicious feast and I felt undeserving of it. After our meal, I helped Y/n clean up and the two of us picked out a movie to watch. It didn’t last long before the two of us began to make out. Every time I found Y/n on my lap all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and make the most beautiful love to her. Every time I had to remind myself that I coudn’t. I wanted Y/n to make that move, we never made it past making out before she told me she coudn’t do it. I know she felt guilty about it but I reassured her that it was okay. I would wait until she was ready, I didn’t care how long it took.
Y/n straddled my waist as she sucked on that sweet spot on my neck that drove me crazy. She delicately started to grind on me, I didn’t mind that we weren’t intimate but there is only so much one can talk. It was hard but I had to pry Y/n off me. “I’m sorry, If we don’t stop now I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself,” I told her “What if I don’t want to stop?” she told me. I was confused as to what she was talking about “What?” I asked her “I think I’m ready Max” I coudn’t believe what I was hearing. Was tonight going to be the night?
I held Y/n close as I picked her up and ran up the stairs, carefully placing her on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Y/n. “Yes Max, I’m sure,” she told me reassuringly. “Just say the word and I’ll stop” I removed my clothing before I carefully got on top of Y/n. I removed her clothing carefully like I was unwrapping a delicate present. I placed delicate kisses all over her body, praising her. I lined myself up with her entrance before slowly pushing myself into her. She fought it at first, it was her body’s natural instinct so I talked her through it all. “You’re doing so good baby, just relax. You need to breathe Y/n” I told her. Once her body was able to relax I was able to get fully inside her. I gave her a few moments to adjust before asking her “You alright?” she was alright so I began to slowly began to thrust in and out of her.
I kept a steady rhythm that wasn’t too slow or too fast, just the right amount to keep us both satisfied. Y/n felt so perfect, I felt like I was dreaming. I had imagined this scene so many times before that it was strange that it was actually happening.
“You’re doing so good baby.” I continued to praise Y/n as best as I could along with leaving delicate kisses on her shoulders. I had never quite experienced something like this before. For the first time in my life, I think I was making love. It’s very different than sex, although it’s not as rough it makes up for passion. There was something about all of this. Maybe it was the way we waited so long or the way our fingers intertwined with each other, maybe it was how all of this just felt right. I could feel my release approaching sooner than I initially wanted it to but I could also feel Y/n’s. However, I knew she was unintentionally fighting it.
“You are so close baby, I feel it. Just relax for me. I need you to breathe for me Y/n.” I told her reassuringly “I can’t..” she let out in a shaky breath “Yes you can, I know you can. Let go, give it all to me. I got you, I’ll take care of you baby” I continued to praise. I took my free hand and carefully placed a bit of pressure on Y/n’s stomach. I felt her orgasm wash over her, It triggered my own release. The way she milked me for everything I had me lost in my own world.
“That’s it, baby, let it out, let it all out. I got you, give it to me” I whispered lovingly as I fucked us through our orgasms. I pulled out of Y/n and held her close to me as we tried to catch our breath. There was something so therapeutic about the two of us lying together in such a state.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I traced circles along Y/n’s spine. “No. I really needed that, thank you Max” she told me “I told you I would take care of you”
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MJF Drabble #39
For a long moment, you both panted and stared at each other.
“I’m sorry,” Max said between rapid breaths. “I know I said I’d wait till you wanted it, but I…” He took a deep breath. “I… You saved Piper. And I couldn’t help myself.”
“I couldn’t either,” you replied.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do if-”
“Don’t. Don’t even voice it,” you cut him off. “She is okay now. That’s what matters.”
Max glanced over at the ball that had been lodged in Piper’s throat and looked confused. “That’s weird. That isn’t even one of her toys.”
“It was really lodged in her throat good,” you commented. “I don’t see how she could have done that herself. Where were you when it happened?”
“I was in the bathroom. I came out, and went into my dressing room and she was choking.”
“I think someone did this intentionally, Max.” You said quietly. “There’s no way that she would have gotten that ball lodged into her esophagus all on her own.”
A snarl crossed Max’s face. “Jay.”
“Wait, Max. We don’t know that. You have to think logically-”
“Jay is the only person that would have done this. How’s that for logic?”
“I agree. But you can’t go and attack him…” You placed your hand comfortingly on his chest. “You’ll get hurt because all he knows how to do is sick his lackeys on you.”
“I’m still gonna kick his-”
You did the only thing you could think of that would get his mind temporarily off Jay.
You initiated another kiss.
Instantly, his mouth melted from a hard scowl and moved against yours, a soft growl emerging from his throat.
“You don’t play fair,” he groaned into your mouth.
You giggled, and kissed him again.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt. Besides, you need to keep an eye on Piper.”
“She’s okay, right?” He immediately looked worried, and you felt badly.
“Of course. She’s fine. But it will give you something to do besides go pick a fight.”
“Okay, for you, I’ll let it go. For now.”
“Thank you,” you replied. “I don’t want to see you getting a beat down by four men simultaneously.”
“Fine, we’ll settle our differences in a match. A last man standing match.”
You nearly swallowed your tongue, “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Max.”
“Hey, he’s gotta pay. Nobody hurts either of my girls and gets away with it.”
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Palate Cleanser part 2
After their reunion goes south, Max makes one last desperate attempt at changing their fate. But with a lifetime of history and baggage, have they missed their chance at getting the timing right?
Find Part One here
Ship: MJF x Actress!Childhood Friend!OFC
Rating: Explicit - 18+
Warnings: Smut (minors dni), Angst is their second language, Maybe even a little fluff this time, Cheating, Rough Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Oral Sex(f receiving), minor degradation, daddy kink, and breeding kink, biting
-One Missed Call-
-Two Missed Calls-
-Three Missed Calls-
*Riley, please pick up the phone. Please, I’m begging you.*
-Four Missed Calls-
*Please, we can’t leave things like this...*
*I went to your hotel but they said you already checked out. How did you get here so much faster than me? I’m going to be so late for this convention*
-Five Missed Calls-
*I’m going to the airport. They can fucking fire me if they want, I’m not sitting around in some loser convention while you walk out of my life*
-Six Missed Calls-
*Riley, pick up. I’m going crazy here. Please, pick up the phone.*
*I’m trying really hard not to be a psycho right now but i’m running out of options.*
-Seven Missed Calls-
*Please, Riley. I can’t say this stuff to you through text. Please pick up.*
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
“Why aren’t my calls going through?”
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED.
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
“Riley?”
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
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-One Month Later-
Max hesitated in the cool night air before stepping up onto the sidewalk. He took in a long breath through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. The ‘for sale’ sign out front was a daunting reminder that this was his last shot.
He had heard through the grapevine that she put her townhouse on the market, but seeing it for himself was a different story. The place looked just like it always did, a gem tucked away on a quiet street near Washington Square Park. The wave of nostalgia that hit him nearly bowled him over; he missed this place and the fact that he didn’t do this years ago was making him itchy.
Her porch light was on and he could see the light on in the living room. She was home and she was still awake. It wasn’t until he was halfway here that he realized that it would be nearly one in the morning by the time he got here and some people actually slept.
His expensive shoes scuffed along with pavement, turning onto the walkway up to her porch. He wondered if she heard his car pull up and his stomach was suddenly turning. Climbing the few stairs up to the door, his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Fuck, he had been so confident the entire ride here but now that he needed to raise a hand to ring the doorbell, his arms were suddenly made of concrete.
It had been a long time since he had been here. Probably five years by now. It seemed like a lifetime but he couldn’t help but feel like it was still a second home. How many times had he parked in that same spot, walked up those same stairs, knocked on this same door? How many times had he not bothered to knock because he had a key and she had an open door policy for him, and him alone? How did he manage to screw things up this colossally? Fuck, he was in his own head.
Acting before he could double guess it, he reached up and jammed on the doorbell that he suddenly wasn’t sure he had ever used before, wincing as it let out a stuttered double chime throughout her house. Swallowing hard, he shifted his weight and tried to train his face into something she might not want to spit at. His fingers fidgeted as he waited for a response, one hand fiddling with the bag that was strangled tight in his fist. Then, he could hear the soft pad of her footsteps approaching the door, and his mouth went dry.
Without stopping to think, Riley swung the door open, spoon still dangling from between her lips from the ice cream she had just sat down to eat. She caught sight of him and screeched to a halt, pulling the spoon from her mouth. Time stood still as she took in the sight of him, hair slightly disheveled, beard more grown out than she had ever seen. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, his eyes clearly bloodshot even in the flickering porch light. A well in her chest grew astronomically fast and she slammed the door shut before he could even get out a ‘hello’.
Max deflated on the other side of the door, cursing himself for being so dumb-struck that he couldn’t manage to conjure up a single word in the time she was looking at him. He drove over an hour, practicing what he was going to say when he finally got here and now he was totally blank. The sight of her, hair tied up, wearing those tiny silk pj’s that he knew he bought her for some birthday a million years ago, it knocked the wind out of him for a second. He knocked pointedly at her door.
“Riley, come on, I obviously know you’re in there.” He tried to speak loud enough for her to hear through the door. It was quiet, only the sound of some drunk kids down the street. But importantly, not the sound of her walking away. “Please, just talk to me, Ry.”
“Go away, Max.” Her voice was faint on the other side of the door but if she was responding, he could at least get somewhere.
“No, I’m not going anywhere until you hear me out. I will camp out on your porch if I have to.” He insisted, fully prepared to settle in. It wouldn’t be the first time he fell asleep on this porch.
“You can’t just show up here unannounced.” She slid down the door, sitting on the floor, back flat against it. Her stomach was in knots and she was doing her best to suppress the thrill that was so desperately trying to peak through.
“Well I would’ve called but you blocked me.” He settled into the brick porch, leaning his shoulder into the door, as if it made him any closer to her.
“Maybe you should have taken that hint.” She laid her head back, eyes closed, willing herself to get up and go back to the couch; to eat her ice cream and finish her movie and go to bed and pretend this was just another futile dream.
Max fell quiet at that. He had been trying; he really had. He crawled back to the life he had blown up with his tail between his legs and tried to accept that it was over. And his efforts at seeming unaffected to everyone around him were valiant - they worked for a while, and they probably would have continued to work if he had been sleeping at night. But a month of sleepless nights took its toll, and his perpetual bad mood was making him hugely unpleasant to be around. The news that she was moving just pushed him over an edge. An hour of staring at the ceiling in bed and he finally cracked, jolting upright and barely stopping to throw on a shirt before he got in his car.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Go home, Max.” She pushed off the floor to get to her feet and he could hear the movement on the other side of the door, scrambling to get to his feet himself.
“I got your shoes fixed.” He offered, holding up the bag in his hand like she could see it through the door. She stilled, brows furrowing. “You left them in my room after...” Trailing off, he ground his heel into the porch. It was a blatant tactic; they both knew it...but that was her favorite pair of shoes...
“You fixed the heel?” She breathed cautiously, almost not wanting to hear the answer, and Max closed his eyes in a relieved breath.
“I’ve got a guy.” That guy was his mom but none-the-less, it was fixed.
Ever so slowly, she creaked the door back open, bracing herself. She could accept the shoes and tell him to leave. That was well within her power. Presumably. She held out an expectant hand, trying not to let her eyes wander anywhere beyond the bag in his hand. His hands that were absolutely not distracting to her at all.
“Not even a ‘thank you’?” He gave her a lopsided grin that she ignored, just jutting her hand out more insistently.
“Do you think that this fixes anything?” She sat back on her heel, her other hand clung to the doorknob, ready to slam it shut at a moments notice.
“Well maybe not fixes…per say, but bit of an olive branch?” He suggested but the silence that hung in the air afterwards told him it wasn’t cutting it. Extending his hands, he offered the bag up to her.
“Thank you for bringing me my shoes. Drive safe.” She responded finally, taking the bag and swinging the door closed, but Max caught it this time, stopping it from closing. Riley panicked, trying hard to slam it shut, his fingers be damned.
“Riley, come on. I came all the way out here, please can we just talk? Five minutes, that’s all I’m asking.” He held her gaze through the small opening left in the doorway and she froze to the spot. It was a bad idea. Giving him any opening was giving him too much leeway.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Five minutes and then I swear to god I will leave you alone for the rest of my life.” He insisted and Riley hesitated. She had locked herself away with all these thoughts after making her escape from his hotel room and it had made for a jumbled mess of unchecked emotions.
“Five minutes.” She finally conceded and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I’m setting a timer.”
Reluctantly letting the door ease open, she dropped the shoes on the entry table and retreated, hoping to keep a buffer between them. She started down the hall without waiting for him - he knew his way around. Stopping short before heading to the kitchen island, visions of their last night together slammed back into her brain. She decided the living room was safer than the kitchen.
“Think I could get a glass of water?” He lingered just outside the entrance to her kitchen. He was pushing his limits but sometimes that was what he did best. Riley rolled her eyes, sitting back on her hip.
“I already agreed to five minutes. Now you need a drink too? What is this, ‘If You Give A Mouse A Cookie’?” But she was already breezing past him into the kitchen, despite her objections. Max grinned, leaning against the arched doorway.
“Yeah, you know what they say.” He watched her as she struggled to reach a cup in her cabinets - same as always. “If you give a Max five minutes, he’ll ask for a glass of water…” Riley suppressed a smile. She wasn’t charmed by him. She wasn’t. She could will that into reality. “And if you give a Max a glass of water, he’ll probably need to use the bathroom, and if you let him use the bathroom, you’ll make him feel welcome in your home, and you’ll have to let him stay forever.” She got her pitcher of water from the fridge and poured it halfway up his cup.
“Only half a glass, then. No bathroom use allowed.” She seemed like she was teasing but her face was stoic and Max was having a hard time placing where her head was at. Hell, she was having a hard time placing where her head was at.
“You’re missing out.” He cocked his head but Riley just passed the glass to him and breezed past him into the living room.
“I’ll survive.” She sat down in the single chair, crossing her legs. The couch was much too dangerous. As Max came around to sit on the loveseat nearest to her, she fiddled with her phone, pulling up an alarm.
“Are you seriously setting a timer?” He leaned over to see as she placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Glancing over, he noted the bowl of ice cream that was melting, then up at the Sex in the City reruns that were up on her tv.
“Deadly, and it starts now. So I recommend you skip past the cute comments and make whatever point you wanted to make, so I can get on with my evening.” She said, leaning forward into his space to press start on the timer, and Max caught the scent of her shampoo, sending something shuttering inside him that withered the cute comment he was going to make about how exciting her evening looked. The timer ticked down. His brow furrowed and the corner of his lip twitched.
“You’re selling the house?” It tumbled out before he could stop it and her face scrunched for a moment. She had imagined him showing up on her front porch a hundred times in the last month; she had made herself thinking he was going to come chasing after her. But in all the times she had pictured it, this was never his leading point.
“You drove over an hour, after midnight, to demand five minutes…all to ask about my real estate dealings?” Her brow raised. It may not have been what she expected but it was easier than his apologies and guilt. Max shrugged and she shook her head. “Yeah, I’m selling the house.”
“Why?” His voice was soft and genuine and it unsettled something deep in her chest. Her head tipped from side to side; there were a lot of reasons she was selling this place, she just needed to figure out the safest reason to admit to him.
“Because my show is over and my chances of finding something new are drastically higher in Los Angeles than New York.” It was simple; clean. It made sense; in fact it was hard to argue with. So why did it feel like such an excuse?
“You’re moving to LA?” Max felt like he’d had the wind knocked out of him. If he picked up on how phony her reasoning felt coming out of her mouth. he didn’t show it. His finger tips felt numb. “There’s plenty of acting jobs in New York.”
“Not nearly as many and usually not as good.” She held her tongue about the ghosts of her bad decisions that haunted every inch of this house. She knew that if she even hinted that this move was more about her need for a fresh start, he was going to be able to needle his way in until she couldn’t think straight. And this felt like the first time she had been thinking straight in years.
“But you love this place.” He finally took a moment to look around. It was staged for viewings but, underneath it all, it was still the same. From the vinyl records in the corner to the vintage chair she was sitting in, but also in the bones of the old townhouse, those great wide beams that stretched across the ceiling and the hundred year old floor boards. He was with her when she first toured this place when she was finally ready to move out to Manhattan; he watched the way the pieces clicked into place when she stepped inside. It was instant for her.
“Well sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.” She meant for it to sound like she was being mature, but it felt oddly petulant coming out of her mouth.
“Do you, though?” He took a sip of his water, trying to occupy his hands anyway he could. Riley tilted her head, brow inching up. “Do you have to?” Her face fell, jaw shifting. “I mean, have you even tried finding something here?”
“I don’t need to try. I got lucky the first time and that’s not going to happen again. There’s nothing left for me in New York.” She focused her gaze down on the ice cream that was melting on the table. Max wet his lips, brow furrowed, before he shook his head.
“Riley...” He pleaded, trying to voice a dozen things with just her name, but her eyes snapped to him, narrowed. She understood perfectly what he was trying to say.
“Don’t. Don’t even try to pretend you’re a reason to stick around.” She snapped with the smallest shake of her head. Her chest ached and she glanced down at the timer. Three and a half minutes. She could handle another three and a half minutes. Then she could put this behind her.
“I could be.” He was more serious than she had ever seen him and something rolled in her stomach. Maybe three and a half minutes was too long. “But you shouldn’t stay for me.” Their gazes lingered on each other, the stillness in the air rippling through them. “Stay for you because you love this city and you love this house and because California is a wasteland.”
“California is beautiful.”
“It’s not New York.” He pinned her down with his eyes and she squirmed, struggling to meet his gaze.
“Well I think...New York and I have outgrown each other.” She said, finally looking up at him, and Max couldn’t help but feel like she was talking about more than just New York.
“Not possible.” He said definitively. “Soulmates don’t outgrow each other.” He watched her swallow, fingers toying with the seam on the couch cushion. That was a lofty word and it was difficult to pretend he was talking about the city. He thought he had laid all his cards on the table back in his hotel room but dozens of nights laying awake gave him plenty of time to think about all the things he didn’t say. In the moment he felt like he had bared his soul out to her but, thinking back, he wasn’t sure he said anything substantial. God, she jumbled his brain.
“Then maybe we aren’t soulmates.” She couldn’t stop the hurt from seeping into her voice. It didn’t matter what she wanted, some things just weren’t meant to be.
“Bullshit.” He stated like it was indisputable. Because to him, it was. Whether he was talking about himself or New York, it was bullshit. This is where she was meant to be. “You were made for this city. You’ll miss snow too much if you go to California.”
“I’ll live without it.” She looked away from him, eyes fixed on a small plant on the bookshelf on the other side of the room.
“Yeah? How many of the things you love are you going to leave behind when you run this time?” He abandoned all sense of pretense and her eyes snapped back to him. He was running out of time. In under three minutes, he needed to either convince her to stay or weasel his way into more time. The pressure was building in his chest. Riley scoffed, uncrossing then recrossing her legs, sitting back in her seat.
“You won’t get me with that twice.” She insisted with a small shake of her head, ignoring the tug at her gut that it caused. “Sometimes running is the smartest thing you can do.” No matter how many times she repeated it to herself, she couldn’t manage to get it to sink all the way in, though. “I’ve seen enough of your wrestling career to know that.” She deflected. Ever the masochist, she had found herself tuning in lately. Max’s brow furrowed, face scrunching up.
“That is not the same and you know it.”
“How is it not? I’m running from a fight, just like you do.”
“Okay, first of all,” He held up a finger. “I don’t run from fights, I make strategic decisions to conserve my energy.” He defended with exaggerated hand gestures, and she rolled her eyes. Her mouth opened to protest that she was doing the same thing, but he continued before she could. “Second of all, I’m not trying to fight you.” His voice was softer this time, more genuine, and it knocked her off balance.
“Yeah, then what are you trying to do, exactly?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? It always was. What did Max want? He may not have had an answer if he was asked a few years ago but he didn’t have to think anymore. He had done enough of that for a lifetime and it always led him to the same place.
“I’m trying to spend my life with the only person that has ever mattered to me at all.” He came all this way; none of it meant anything if he didn’t lay it all on the line. And the look on her face, even if for just a few stunned seconds, was enough to make it worth it, because he could see, at her core, that she wanted it as badly as he did. But then, oh boy, did her expression shift quickly, into something much colder than he had hoped for.
“Really? So Kelsey didn’t matter to you?” Her voice wasn’t angry but it was certainly frosty, and Max shrank back. “You were living together but she didn’t matter at all?” For the past month, her emotions had been all over the map but she kept coming back to that sickly guilt. That look on Kelsey’s face when she looked back at Riley - she knew that pain, she had worn that face, and she was angry that Max made her inflict that face on another person. He sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes, then back through his hair.
“Not compared to you.” He knew that wasn’t fair to Kelsey but it didn’t change the facts. The moment he saw Riley walk into that bar, Kelsey may as well have stopped existing.
“That’s not how it works, Max! You lived together, she trusted you! Why would you move in with a person that you don’t care about?”
“Because you were gone!” He shouted back, barely containing the urge to jump to his feet. “The same reason I’ve ever been with anyone - because I couldn’t be with you!”
“To what end?” She was frustrated and her chest was aching and she was stumbling down that same impassioned path that always brought her to ruin but she didn’t know how to stop. “If we hadn’t run into each other at that convention, how long would you have stayed with her? Would you have married her? Even though you don’t care about her?”
“Would you have married Lucas if he’d ever manned up and bought a ring?” He demanded and Riley’s eyes narrowed. “I was following your lead, Riley. Always. For the last twenty fucking years I’ve just been following your lead and you know what, maybe I would have married Kelsey.” He tried not to falter when he saw the way her face shifted. “Or maybe it wouldn’t have been her. Maybe it would have been some other girl I don’t care about. But it was always going to be some girl I don’t care about unless you came back into my life. And it would have been the same for you - just rotting away in some pointless fucking marriage, sitting awake at night, knowing that it was never going to touch what we have here.“
Riley sat back in the chair, swallowing hard and trying to keep her breath from noticeably trembling. This was too much. She knew letting him inside was asking for trouble. Any time around him was too much time around him. She was immensely grateful for the distance her chair was providing, unsure she would have been able to keep her head on if he was any closer.
“So what do you suggest, then?” Her voice was barely a squeak, legs knocked out from under her. Max swallowed hard and she watched his adams apple bob before he captured her gaze.
“Marry me.” Said without a hint of irony. Riley felt her spine turn to jelly, skin buzzing.
“What?”
“Marry me, Riley.” He rooted around in his pocket for a moment before brandishing a loose ring and sinking off the chair, to the floor between them. Fire raged through her bloodstream, catching on every raised hair of her arms. “No more fucking around. No more wasting time. This is where we’re supposed to be and we both know it. So marry me.” There was no time to think through the words flying out of his mouth. They weren’t the ones he had so perfectly practiced in the car but they were out now and there was no taking them back.
And the blood was pumping so strong in her head that she couldn’t hear herself thinking. A life with Max. How long had she been dreaming about that? Surely since before the make-believe weddings they held in her backyard when they were seven and life was easier. Her eyes drifted to the ring, clutched between his fingers, nearly trembling as he held it out to her, and she recognized it in an instant. Almost twenty years later but it was hard to forget the ring that got Max grounded for the first time after he stole it out of his mom’s jewelry box. He wasn’t allowed to watch wrestling for a month after that but the picture of her with that ring, in her prettiest dress out in the backyard, with him in his dad’s suit jacket, was one that was pinned to her dresser for most of her life. The fond warmth that crept through her dulled the feelings that had been threatening to suffocate her. A life with Max...
But then the alarm on her phone echoed through the electrified silence of her house and she snapped back into her body. He reached for her hand but she snatched it back, pulling her legs up off the floor and retreating as far back into the chair as she could get.
“No.” She said with a finality but none-the-less followed up with, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.“ Ice water flooded through Max’s veins as he sat back on his heels. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Why is that so crazy?” He looked up at her from his defeated position on the floor, eyes so genuine it made her chest ache.
“You want a list?” She practically laughed and he shored himself up quickly.
“Yeah, I think I do, actually. Tell me why we shouldn’t get married.” He replied, as if this wasn’t a completely outlandish thing to do. And maybe he was sleep deprived and floundering a little bit but he knew this was right.
“Well for starters, we’ve barely spoken in the last four years.”
“So what?” He crept forward on his knees until he was against her chair. “I have thought about you every single day for the last twenty years.” She stayed, recoiled as far back in the chair as she could get, as if his touch would singe her skin. “And I’m gonna think about you every day until the day I die.” He pressed his luck, finger trailing, light as air, up her bare calf, sending electricity skittering out through her veins. “And I’m pretty sure you’re thinking about me too. So why are we wasting all this time fighting where we’re supposed to be?”
“Thinking about each other isn’t enough.” She shook her head like she was convincing herself too.
“You’re right, it’s not. We should be doing way more than thinking about each other.”
“That’s not what I-”
“We should be living with each other, cooking with each other, waking up next to each other, spending our lives together.” He laid his palm, warm and strong across her knee, and she struggled to swallow. “Aren’t you tired of the constant effort it takes to stay away from each other? I feel like I’ve been swimming upstream for years now and I’m just…really exhausted.” His hand pulled away from her and she sucked in a breath at the loss, watching as he lifted himself up to sit on the edge of the coffee table, directly in front of her. Her brain was sending out alarm flares but the way he was looking at her was much louder.
“Max, please...” She wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking, all she knew was this moment was excruciating, and it was all too much. And now he was so close and, god, that look...
“Tell me you don’t want a life with me.” He didn’t give her the time to decide what she was asking. “Tell me you don’t want Sunday Morning Pancakes and shower duets and nights curled up watching your trashy reality tv together until I end up annoyingly invested.” She couldn’t pretend she didn’t. She might have been an actress but Max knew how to see through her.
“It’s not that simple.”
“We can make it that simple!” He exclaimed, trying to reach for her knees again but she flinched this time, worried she would burst into flames if he touched her again, and he sat back. “The only thing standing in our way is us. If we want this, all we need to do is take it.” Holding her gaze was an Olympic sport sometimes but he was performing exceptionally well. “I know you want this too, Riley. You told me as much last month.” Finally, she stopped avoiding his gaze, eyes glued right to him. He didn’t have a right to use the things she had said that night against her.
“Yeah, then I woke up and met your girlfriend. Suffice to say, my plans changed.” She didn’t sound angry and he almost wished she would be. She was almost easier to handle when she was yelling at him, but she only sounded hurt and that was something that made his stomach ache.
“Look, I fucked up, I know. Okay? This obviously isn’t how I wanted this to play out.” He leaned in as close as he could get but she only scowled at him. “I need you to understand, I was fully planning to head home and pack my shit up at Kelsey’s. I hate that it went down like this but my protocol is, and always has been, to drop everything the second you become an option. I knew going in that things with her could end like this.”
“Oh, well isn’t that nice? Did you ever think that maybe you should let me know about your relationship?” She scowled and he just wet his lips, stammering for a response.
“I know…I know I should have but I knew that was my only shot at this and that you would have run the second you heard about Kelsey.” He heard it coming out of his mouth and wondering how he thought that would make for a good defense.
“Oh really, you thought that maybe I might not behave the same way if I knew you were in a serious relationship? So weird.”
“Okay but that what I’m saying! It wasn’t a serious relationship - it was always going to be second to anything you and I have.” He tried to sway her, his hands warm on her knees but the withering look she gave him had him retreating.
“How sweet. Did you let Kelsey know that or was that just supposed to be a fun surprise for her one day?” She demanded and he was suddenly regretting his words and location as she unfurled her legs down to the floor.
“I mean...I feel like she must have known from the way I talked about you.”
“Right, the unspoken exception to the rule.” She scoffed, parroting back his own words from that night, and Max winced. This was not going to plan. “Was it as implied to her as it was to me?” He heaved a breath, eyes begging for an understanding he wasn’t due. His fingers tapped repetitively along the edge of the table and he fumbled for a response.
“I’m not gonna deny that I fucked this up on a major scale. But I can’t change that anymore and I’m not about to fuck it up more by letting you walk out of my life again.”
“People get hurt when we’re around each other, Max! I can’t hurt anyone else.”
“People only get hurt when we’re trying to fight what we have!” He shot back and Riley stilled for a moment. “We just need to close off the circle and other people don’t have to get caught in our crosshairs.” She was quiet at that, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
“Well maybe I don’t want to be caught in the crosshairs either.” Her quiet admission was stinging but Max cocked his head, brow heavy.
“I’m not firing at you, babe. Never have, never will.” He held her gaze with a pleading look.
“And yet, we’ve both managed to hurt each other plenty.” She shook her head decidedly. “If I stick around here, we’re only going to end up hurting each other again.”
“We’re hurting each other by staying apart. How is that any better?” He demanded, leaning toward her. “At least this way we’ve got a shot at being happy.”
“Well maybe we don’t deserve to be happy.” Her face was weary and Max could instantly see every ounce of guilt that she had been marinating in for weeks.
“That’s crap.” He didn’t hesitate. “Making ourselves miserable doesn’t undo what I did to Kelsey or what we did to Jonah. And it’s definitely not going to undo what we’ll do to the next unsuspecting sucker that has the misfortune of being around us the next time we snap and wind up together.”
Riley was quiet, eyes locked with his, her heart hammering in her chest and echoing in her ears. Her breathing was erratic, his scent filling her nose. How did he do this to her every time.
“What else am I supposed to do, Max? I can’t trust you.” She wet her lips, teeth just barely grazing over her bottom lip. It stung more than he expected to hear that.
“Yes you can. I swear to fucking god, I am all in on us, Ry.” He gestured to the ring, still clenched tight between his fingers. “Just give me one chance to show you that I’m right when I say we’re meant to be together.”
“Max...” She warned but he was already out of time. He wasn’t leaving anything left unsaid.
“I swear, the first, smallest indiscretion and you can kick me to the curb. If I don’t unload the dishwasher when I’m supposed to or I forget to take something out for dinner, you can ship me out with no fight. But please, just give me that chance.”
“I already gave you a chance.”
“Come on, that doesn’t count!” He pleaded, his hands warm as they covered her knees, the ring pressed into her skin. She wanted to shove them off but couldn’t bring herself to move that warmth. “We never even got started. I promise you, you spend even a couple days being with me, the way we were always supposed to be, you’ll never look back.”
That was almost what scared her most, though. She knew that this dive was one she would never recover from. If she let her guard down and gave him that chance, there wouldn’t be anything she wouldn’t overlook. Because she knew that it would feel right. She knew it would feel like finally coming home and that feeling was going to be too good to deny, no matter what he did. It would be cutting the last remaining thread of her self control and that was a dangerous line to cross.
“I can’t marry you, Max. That’s insane.”
“Then take an insane fucking leap of faith with me.” His thumb rubbed half circles over the edges of her knee and it obliterated a few braincells. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right.”
“That’s not the point…” She was exasperated and everything about him was starting to invade her senses. The feeling of the ring pressed into her was dizzying and distracting.
“No, it is the point. The point is that this feels right because it is right.” He dared to let his hands glide past her knees, smoothly journeying up her thighs, dragging the edge of the stones into her soft flesh. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes fluttering shut for just a fraction of a second, and she tried to ignore the fire that burned low in her belly. “We shouldn’t have to work this hard to stop thinking about each other.” His voice was raspy and hypnotic, her brain tearing itself to pieces to try to hold onto that last thread. “You told me you loved me, Riley. Did you mean it?” It was hard to breathe, his face inching closer and closer to hers.
“I wasn’t in my right mind.” She shook her head, latching desperately onto the unyielding anger she was feeling when she said that. The way she had been left feeling gutted like a fish. How that confession was a dying gasp from an overtired, overstimulated, over emotional girl.
“I think you were in your right mind. I think you said what you’ve been dying to say for the last ten years.” He wet his lips and her eyes snagged on it, digging her teeth deeper into hers. But that anger she’d felt back on that morning in the hotel was still lit in her stomach.
“I said what you didn’t have the balls to say.” She narrowed her eyes and Max stilled. “What you still haven’t had the balls to say.” Scoffing, she shook her head and it devolved into a full laugh. “You’re here with a fucking ring but you’ve still never said you love me.” And Max sat back, finally clearing her personal space, and she could breathe again. “This is a joke. We’re not meant to be together, Max, we’ve just got no self control. Go home.”
She stood up forcefully and eeked past him out of the living room, buying herself as much space as possible. Max’ chest was seized as he looked at the empty chair where she once was. He wanted to say the words. He had tried practicing saying it as part of his speech, on the car ride here but tried not to overthink it when he couldn’t get them out. But now he was wishing he had pushed himself because now he couldn’t make his mouth work. He couldn’t even make his feet work. He heard her hand rattling the front door and he jumped into action, shoving the ring back into his pocket.
“Riley, please...” Was all he managed as he headed around the corner, into the hall to the front door, where he saw her waiting expectantly with the front door held open.
“No, I said five minutes and you got way more than that, like always. Now its time to go.” She tried to sound unwavering but her voice wasn’t cooperating. Max slowed, halfway down the hallway, brow furrowed heavily as his tongue traced over his lip.
“Ya know, when I was growing up, my dad took me out to get my first shave.” He leaned back on his heels and Riley rolled her eyes with a huff, not budging from her spot by the door. “And he sat me down and told me ‘Kid, there are two things you gotta know about love: the first is how to know you’re in it.” Max scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “He said, ‘That’s important, but thankfully it’s easy.” He took a breath, eyes intent on her, “It’s hard to miss because its in everything - the way your skin...buzzes when they’re around; the constant magnetic pull to be near them,’” He drifted toward her but she kept a trembling hand on the open door, “’The ache in your chest that tells you to follow them anywhere. Its unmistakable and it can’t be ignored.”
He was inching toward her so slowly she might not have noticed if she wasn’t so laser focused on him. Her mouth was dry and struggling to form the words to tell him to stop. She felt frozen to the spot, anchored to the door as a final lifeline.
“The second thing, he told me, which was arguably more important, was to know when the timing was right.” He swallowed hard before licking his lips.
“Max...” She warned but he disregarded it.
“Do you remember when we used to have those neighborhood-wide night time manhunt games?” He diverted her and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment with a sigh before she finally nodded. “There was a game one night, not long after that talk with my dad. Derek Flynn teamed up with the Anderson twins and was decimating all the usual hiding spots.” Riley’s body deflated a little with a whisper of a smile flitting across her lips.
“The night they broke Mr. Garvey’s antique lawn statue and he chased them down the road with a wiffle ball bat?” She bit the corner of her lip to hold back the grin that was dying to peak out.
“The very same. But before that happened, I had been chased from the reliable spot behind Ms. Allander’s pool shed and forced to flee into the woods.” He watched the understanding dawn behind her eyes before being fogged over by confusion. Her arm lowered slightly on the door without her noticing. “I found my way to the fort we had made not long after you moved in. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes later before you came barreling down into the cramped space with me. You knocked me over, not realizing I was in there, and then swung both hands around like you were gonna hit me.” Her lips twitched as she remembered the night, the memory so vividly fresh she could practically hear the buzz of the cicadas. She had just narrowly avoided being caught down by the docks and run straight there - the safest place she could think of, somewhere that was just for them. “But then you recognized it was me and you got this dreamy little smile that I could barely see in the dark, and you laughed before pulling me into this tight hug like you had never been so glad to see me in your life. Then you handed me a nerf gun.” He said with deathly serious, and she blew out a breath that wasn’t enough to conceal the smile she had. “And I knew in that second what I have never questioned since - that my dad was right.”
Riley’s hand dropped to the doorknob and she wet her lips, staring, wide-eyed back at him. Her heart was in her throat as he crept closer to her, hair raised all across her arms. His pulse was hammering away, and he swallowed as he got just outside of arms reach of her.
“I have known that I’m in love with you for half my life already, Riley.” He confessed and it felt like time screeched to a halt. The clock ticked on the wall and the kitchen sink dripped and her chest swelled out of control. A tingling started in her chest but quickly spread down her arms until her grip slipped off the doorknob. She drew in a ragged breath, her pulse racing out of control. “And I’m tired of waiting for the timing to be right.”
He took another step closer and gave the front door a nudge to push it the rest of the way closed. Riley watched him, chewing a hole through her lip, frozen, desperately fighting against the way his words were lighting her up like a Christmas tree.
“Now, i’m gonna ask you again.” He kept his palm flat against the front door and angled his body toward her, a few mere inches between them now, and that was close enough for fire to catch. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”
His eyes were glued to her, intense and desperate and uncharacteristically vulnerable. The dark bags under his eyes were particularly visible this close and she wondered if hers were as bad. It had been a sleepless few weeks for her as well. Weeks of staring at the ceiling, spinning in circles in her mind, thinking about what could have been and how they ended up here. She knew, even as angry as she had been in that moment, that she meant it. Even if she hadn’t, she would be lying if she said she didn’t love him, then and still. Those feelings were burrowed so deep in her, she wasn’t sure she would ever be free of them.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not enough, Max.” Her voice was as devastated as she felt. She had been wanting to hear this for so long but it was too late now.
“It’s plenty.” He insisted but she was already retreating toward the wall.
“I’m moving to California.”
“Then I’ll come with you.” He didn’t miss a beat and she shuttered a sigh. Her stomach was turning, this all suddenly feeling too real. “Or better yet, just stay.” His voice turned pleading, starting to match a tenth of what he was feeling.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t.” She said as if that was ever going to be an acceptable answer to him.
“But you can. You can do anything you want.” He took a tiny step toward her. “I love you, Riley.” His eyes were glued to her, bared and genuine and maybe even a little scared. “Do you love me?” And maybe it was the look on his face, or maybe it was the lack of sleep this last month, or maybe it was the fact that his scent was clouding her head as he got close enough to touch, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie.
“Yes.” She breathed the word into the space between them, a lifetime of baggage hanging from it.
“And do you want a life with me?” He dared to move in dangerously close, mere centimeters separating them now, and the smell of her shampoo made his eyes flutter shut for just a moment. His stomach was running itself through a spin cycle as she hesitated, looking up at him with those wide, panicked doe eyes.
“I don’t even know what that looks like, Max.” She said finally, shaking her head. Their relationship was always just transient - she couldn’t picture what security with him looked like. As alluring as the life of cooking dinner together and shower concerts was, she knew that morning always came when it came to Max and that was a pain she couldn’t subject herself to anymore.
“It looks like finally coming home.” He said and her eyes were locked on him, warmth curling around in her belly, making itself comfortable. “It looks like laughing so hard we can’t breathe and dancing to show tunes on a rainy afternoon and waking up to my face between your legs. It looks like you being the center of my goddamn universe because you are.” Heat raced up her cheeks and he stepped into her, a hand brushing over the strand of hair that was dangling by her face, sending electricity pulsing through her skin, and her eyes fluttered shut. “It’s what we were so fucking close to before Lucas and Kelsey and all this stupid bullshit. And I don’t know about you, but that ‘what-if’ is the one that keeps me up at night. You’re the one that keeps me up at night.” His rough fingers gripped her chin, tipping it up, urging her to meet his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want the chance to see how it feels to give this an honest-to-God shot. To really do it right this time.” The heat of his body this close to her was intoxicating and her legs were starting to feel a little insufficient. She struggled to feel like there was breath in her lungs and the sheer number of thoughts ping-ponging across her brain was debilitating. Skin prickling head to toe, she wet her lips, blinking back at him, willing an answer to come out - any answer but the one that was begging, shaking at the gates, to come out.
Because, God, she did want that chance. She spent more nights than she would have liked, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what could have been if it weren’t for a million different things. But that was always the problem; there were a million different things that stood in the way, some his fault and some hers, but in the end, they were still in the way. Now, though, there was no one standing in their way anymore and she was running out of excuses. Her mile high wall of reasons had been whittled down to a measly few bricks and Max was kicking them over faster than she could layer them back up. And beyond that wall, there was nothing left but the fact that she was scared. Just positively terrified of ending up like her mother, bitter and heartbroken and lonely for the rest of her life. She knew plainly that Max had the potential to absolutely ruin her in a way she would never recover from, but when he looked at her the way he was looking at her right then, she kind of wanted him to.
He let his palm slide up her face, cradling her cheek, and she melted into him on instinct. Fuck, that felt good.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” He whispered, breath fanning across her face, and she shivered. “Tell me you don’t know in your bones that this is right.”
“I...” She murmured, his lips just a whisper from hers and she could practically feel the fire licking at her from here. Her breathing faltered, the hazy fog that he brought with him washing over her brain. “I...don’t want to...” But she didn’t move an inch.
“Don’t want to what?” He prodded, lingering close enough to breathe the same air; close enough that she would barely have to move to feel that familiar bliss of his lips on hers. He was taunting her.
“To want this...” She could feel the space heater that was his body thawing her from the toes up as if she’d been left outside in the dead of winter. It was impossible to resist but the longer she let herself bask in that warmth, the more likely it was she would end up burned.
“But?” He lent her the word she was clearly missing and she sighed. Shifting ever so slightly, he let his lips just ghost across hers. Her hands drifted up to his shirt, curling around the soft material, though he wasn’t sure if she was trying to stop him or pull him in closer.
“But I need it.”
She couldn’t physically stop the way she launched at him, arms looping around his shoulders as she met him in a demanding, desperate kiss. His hands latched around her hips without thought, pressing her back against the wall. Her tongue invaded his mouth, needy for the taste of him, and she nearly groaned when she got it. Max’ pants tightened at the muffled noise and he let one hand drift up, under her shirt. The motion sent lightning coursing through her veins, straight through to her core. Her fingers curled up in his hair and he groaned when she tugged at it, biting down on her lip. He thumbed over her pebbled nipple and she hissed out a breath.
“Fuck, Max...” She whined his name and he snapped to attention, hands instantly reverting back to her hips and forcing a few inches between them, despite her whimper of a protest.
“No, no, wait a minute.” He insisted in spite of the way his skin was throbbing from the loss. She had caught him off guard before and his body took over before his brain had a chance to catch up. “What are we doing here, Ry?” But she was already gone, pupils blown with a need he had stoked too much. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile.
“I’m pretty sure you know what we’re doing.” She let one hand trail from his hair, down his neck, and over his chest. Her teeth raked over her already semi-swollen lips. “It’s a game you’re really good at.” She practically purred as her knuckles grazed their way over his stomach until her thumb caught on the edge of his sweatpants. Max swore under his breath, swallowing hard, his fingers digging hard into her hips. He gave a snake-like, swaying shake of his head before snatching her hand that was trying to creep beneath his sweats, holding it firmly in place.
“No more games, beautiful. No more running, no more pretending, no more waiting for the timing to be right. Be with me. For real this time.” He held her gaze insistently. She wanted to argue, she wanted to remember any of the reasons they were bad for each other. But god, if she didn’t just want him more than any reason she could possibly conjure.
“Maaaax.” She whined, fingers wiggling beneath his grip, unable to voice much more. “We don’t need to...” It was much easier to admit she needed him to drive her through this wall than it was to open herself up to dating him. But Max took her hand, pulling it up to his face, gingerly turning it and leaving a lingering kiss on the tender skin of the inside of her wrist that she could feel long after he let her hand fall.
“No, we do, Because I’m not doing this anymore unless we’re doing it right.” He almost sounded like he might actually mean it, even though they both knew he would fold like a house of cards if she so much as batted her lashes. “I need a life with you, Riley. I need to take you out to dinner, and go see a movie so we can fool around in the back row. I need to go to watch you on set while you blow away everybody around you. I need you backstage at my shows, making every last person in the building jealous that they can’t have a love like this. I need to fall asleep next to you every night because now that I’ve remembered how it feels, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sleep again.”
Riley’s breath caught in her throat, thighs pressed together to try to quell her desperate need for friction. Her head was clouded by his warmth and his smell and the familiarity that made her feel safe even when they both knew he was her Achilles Heel. He let his body slowly settle back against her, arms supporting his weight against the wall on either side of her until he was the only thing that existed to her. Every inch of her was screaming for something different but every single thing revolved around him.
“Be my girl, Ry. Cuz I’m already all fucking yours.”
Blowing out a shaky breath, Riley stabilized herself, her own recent lack of sleep weighing on the situation. The dull throb between her legs was secondary to the way her heartbeat was pulsing in her ears. There was no slowly wading into the pool with Max; he was asking for a dive right into the deep end. Now it was sink or swim but she was still stuck shivering at the top of the diving board.
“This imaginary life of Pancake Sundays and movie dates sounds like a dream, Max. And I’m sure it would be for a month or two - hell maybe even a year or two.” She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her head above the water. “But what happens when all those promises run out and real life kicks in, and we both end up getting hurt?”
“Then we get hurt.” Max didn’t flinch but she did. “I really don’t think that’s how this goes down, but it doesn’t matter because I’d rather burn to the ground with you after one month, than live the rest of my life without breathing the same oxygen.”
He ghosted the back of his hand across the curve of her jaw, brow furrowed as he looked right through her. Wetting his lips, he leaned ever so slowly towards her and she froze, blinking back at him, breath stalling in her lungs. He stopped just before their lips could brush and began to sink down to his knees in front of her, holding her gaze on the way down. His hands followed his path, featherlight down the curves of her waist and resting at the swell of her hips, fingers bunching in her silk pajama shorts.
“Please, Riley...” He trailed one finger down the back of her bare thigh and she shivered, resisting the way she wanted to buckle when he traced along the inside of her knee. Thick fingers unfurled down her calf until they were wrapped around her ankle. She leaned back against the wall for support as Max lifted her foot off the ground. Moving in closer to it, he spared a glance back at her before laying a slow kiss just beside her ankle bone. His eyes drifted back up to her, trying not to visibly react to the way her face had become markedly more fucked out. “Give this a shot with me.” He laid another kiss just a little higher up her calf and Riley gripped at the wall as if it offered any support. As his eyes met hers again, he watched as she bit down at her lip, his hand meandering up her calf sending electricity shooting up to her core. He set a lazy pace of kisses up her calf until he reached her knee, holding her gaze pointedly. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me.” She met his eyes, head tilting to the side as her tongue dabbed at her lips. Her mouth was dry as she practically panted, watching him as he pulled her legs apart and nestled between them. His hand shifted so he could lift her thigh to his lips, and his fingers brushed the edge of her shorts. He pressed his lips just above her knee and Riley’s hand grasped in his hair for support, her panties getting wetter by the second. “Tell me you’d rather have anyone else in the world between your legs right now.” He didn’t bother to reconnect with her gaze and she was glad because the way her eyes rolled back in her head when he nipped at the inside of her thigh would have given him a firm answer. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come on my face right now.” His eyes reconnected with hers with a twinkle of mischief, lips not leaving her thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair, breathing ragged and her core pulsing. She tried to rut her hips towards him but he used his other arm to pin her hips to the wall, and a whine slipped out her lips.
“Max, pleeeease.” Riley practically begged, in spite of herself, and Max smirked against her thigh. She urged his head toward her center by the hair but he resisted with a groan that vibrated against her skin. He glanced up at her.
“Tell me you’re in this with me.” He kissed higher up her thigh, hand shifting to cradle just below her ass, angling her into him. “Tell me you want to try at a life together.” He nipped at her skin just at the edge of her shorts before firmly commanding her gaze, and she squirmed against him. Her chest heaved with her breathing and she swallowed hard. She wanted the imaginary life he was offering but it didn’t feel real. But if that life felt this good, maybe it was worth taking a risk on. His tongue swiped across the skin just beneath her shorts and her knees buckled for just a second before she stabilized, yanking hard at his hair.
“Okay.” She choked out the word and his eyes flashed up to her, fingers digging harder into her skin. “Okay, fuck, I want to try.” Her fingers dug into his hair and she nodded subtly.
“Yeah?” His eyes widened, fingers creeping up to the waistband of her shorts, digging down into them. She nodded more firmly with a cautious smile before she narrowed her eyes.
“I swear to god if you hurt me…”
“You can gave me drawn and quartered in Central Park.” He cut her off, quick to let his fingers curl around her shorts, inching them off her.
“Deal.”
She rushed the word out, hands flying down to where his were trying to pry her shorts off much too slowly. Max didn’t miss her signals, yanking her shorts and panties to the floor at once, guiding one foot out and promptly around his shoulder. He laid messy, open-mouthed kisses up her thigh until he reached her mound, dripping wet from anticipation.
As much as he wanted to wait and tease her until she was shaking and begging, but the smell of her arousal was so familiar and tempting that he wasn’t sure he could refrain a second longer. With a final enamored look up at her, he wrapped both arms tight around the bottom of her thighs, yanking her core straight to his mouth. No easing in, his mouth latched around her lips, licking and sucking at her soaked folds. His head bobbed between her thighs with a symphony of vulgar noises and her head fell back against the wall with a stream of curses and whines. Her hand wound through his hair, pushing him into her harder, her hips jerking against his face as she struggled to stay upright. Max hummed against her clit and her knees buckled.
“Fuck, Max, fuck pleeeeeease!” She couldn’t control the words flying out of her mouth. He reached down, forcing her to try to stabilize herself, brushing the pad of his thumb over her clit. Strumming over her, he let his tongue move in broad strokes across her pussy, his erection quickly beginning to press into his sweats.
“God you taste so fuckin’ good.” He growled the praises into her skin and her legs shook. His fingers slipped down, easing inside her, one then another, and her walls clamped around them. She whimpered when he sucked her clit between his lips. Not relenting in his pressure, he worked his fingers in and out until her body was twitching.
His fingers hooked right up into that spot that he knew made her brain melt. Stroking over the spongy spot, he sucked at her clit, and she shrieked, legs giving out before she could catch herself. But Max didn’t miss a beat, fingers pulling out of her just in time to catch her leg, shifting her weigh until both her legs were up on his shoulders, fully off the ground.
Tongue flitting over her sensitive bundle of nerves as he slowly rose back to his feet, driving her higher up the wall. Her body doubled forward, curling around his head, hands clenched tight in his hair for all she was worth. He lapped at her folds, alternating his speeds as she writhed against him, her cries getting louder and higher pitched.
“That’s it’s pretty girl, gonna come for me?” His words vibrated against her clit and her thighs trembled. “Gonna soak my face? Be a good girl and let me taste how good I make you feel.”
His teeth scraped over her bundle of nerves and she squealed, arching her back until her shoulders collided with the wall. One hand reached aimlessly beside her, desperately looking for purchase when she found the edge of some picture frame. Her hips chased the high she was so close to as her entire body shook.
Max’s strong arms kept a tight grip, curled around her thighs, and he dipped his tongue inside her. Her body grew taut as he fucked his tongue in and out of her. The tip of his nose circled around her clit as he worked her to the edge.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Max! Please! Don’t….I need…I…ahh! Oh my god!” Her cries devolved to a babble, her legs scrambling behind his shoulders. Her grip of the picture frame slipped and she vaguely heard the crash of the the glass shattering on the floor nearby. It hardly registered, though, as he sucked hard on her clit and sent her toppling over a cliff. Her body peaked and her eyes rolled back, Max not letting up, his hands keeping her fully supported.
As her soul drifted back into her body, he helped her maneuver her legs down off his shoulders. Supporting her entire weight, he eased her back down the wall, his lips following a slow and lazy path up her stomach as she came down, his fingers snagging in the fabric of her shirt. As her feet finally touched the ground, his lips ghosted across her nipple as it was temporarily exposed on his way up. He didn’t linger, letting her shirt flutter back down as he took her face between both hands, pulling her into an insistent kiss that knocked the breath from her lungs.
The overgrown hair on his face was slick with her orgasm and she could taste it on his tongue when it slipped into her mouth. Her arms snaked around his neck, half to support her still jellied legs, and half because he could never be close enough anymore.
“God, I missed you so much.” he murmured against her lips, face held tight between his hands, and her eyes flashed to his, heated with desire. Her fingers strummed down the back of his neck and his eyes rolled shut for a moment. The wave of relief that was finally hitting him was intoxicating and his chest was heaving with it. Carding his fingers up through her hair, his palm settled at the back of her head. He notched his nose against hers, pressing past the warmth that grew in his stomach from the smile stretched across her face.
“I’ve missed you too.” She said in an overdue confession before pulling him back to her lips, unsure she would ever feel like she could have enough to make up for all the time they missed. His fingers curled in her hair, the other hand dropping to her hip, pulling her flush against him so she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach.
With one arm still slung around his neck, her other hand skated down his chest, then stomach, not stopping before it reached the top of his sweatpants. She reached between their bodies, palming over his dick through the thick cotton and he groaned into her mouth. Her tongue swept into his mouth, silencing him as her fingers wrapped more firmly around his length, rubbing him through his sweats. His grip on her hair tightened, trying to keep pace with her lips as she reached down and caressed his balls.
He gasped at the loss when her hand drifted back up to his stomach, warm as it crept beneath his shirt. Her thumb hooked in the bottom of the fabric, dragging it up until she finally let them break a part so she could pull it off him. Her arms were quick to return to him, one tangling in the hair at the base of his head, the other clung tight to his back. He paused, eyes raking over her hot enough to burn the city down, and her teeth grazed across her lip before they curled into a smirk.
“Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to take my shirt off and fuck me through this wall?” She challenged with a raised brow and she watched the devilish grin rise to his face. Without another second, he yanked hard on her hair, pulling her attention to him, and her belly clenched.
“Ohhh my pretty girl,” he cooed before he bucked his hips hard against hers, driving them against the wall with a delicious thud. “You want me to fuck your sweet little pussy like I own it?” Her mouth fell open, panting as he drove his hips up into her again, urging her legs apart. She nodded eagerly. “You need my cock stretching your cunt until you cry,” He drove into her harder this time, hiking her up the wall, and her legs wrapped around his waist, “fucked so stupid the only thing you can remember is my name?” His hips ground into her bare core, erection throbbing as he rocked it against her. Her head fell back with a throaty moan.
“Fuck, Max, please.” She cried as he bucked into her center.
His lips settled into the crook of her neck, laying messy open mouthed kisses across her skin. Trailing down to the neckline of her shirt, he gripped it with his teeth, using his other hand to tear straight through the front of it, and she gasped. She went to voice an objection but it died in her throat when his lips closed around her nipple. His teeth latched around the bud, pulling it back, and she yelped, arching against him, providing exactly the friction he needed so badly.
Arms wrapped tight around her, he lifted her off the wall, bouncing her against the hard as steel erection that was begging to be buried in her. He fumbled backwards towards the entry table on the opposite wall. Tongue flittering over her nipple, he spun them and managed to get her seated on the edge of the table. Rocking into her center, he moved to the other nipple, licking and sucking and pulling a string of breathy moans from her lips.
Knocking her hips further and further back onto the table, objects around her clattered into each other. Her feet urgently pushed at the top of his sweats but his hips shifted, notching at just the right spot as he ground into her. Strangling cries, she reached for any purchase she could get on the table around her. Her fingers curled around an object but her eyes fluttered shut when his teeth raked across her nipple. The table knocked against the wall in time with his hips, objects clattering to the floor after she arched unexpectedly. She let out a wracked whine, delirious with need, and he grinned into her chest.
Letting his lips trail back up her neck, he stopped to nip at her earlobe before return to her lips. He laid gentle, pain-stakingly slow kisses against her lips and she practically squirmed in his grips. Tongue trailing across her lips and exploring every inch of her mouth, he let his hips drop to a drag up and down her core. Her hips stuttered against his, desperate to up the pace but his hand shot down to pin her in place and she let out a defeated whimper.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” He pouted, his other hand tugging her hair to make her meet his gaze. “Does my impatient little slut need something?” The humiliation burned low in her gut but she was too far beyond it to even register.
“Pleeeeeease, I need your cock, Max, please.” She begged without hesitation and Max pulled her straight to him by the hair, meeting her in a hasty, gnashing kiss.
“That’s my good girl.” He growled into her mouth, releasing her hip to push his sweats down with one hand. “Gonna fucking wreck this perfect pussy, baby.” Getting his cock free, he dragged it through her folds and she whined. “Gonna claim this body so well that people that pass you in the street will know who you belong to.” His cock throbbed against her as he coated himself in her slick. She moaned when he rubbed over her clit, and he pulled her in close until their foreheads rested against each others. “Tell me you love me.”
“Hmm?” Riley’s eyes fluttered, trying to stay open through the haze. Max lined his crown up to her entrance and she blinked back at him with heavy lids.
“Tell me you love me.” He repeated, loosening his grip on her hair, hips rocking shallowly against her entrance.
“I love you, Max.” Her voice was raked over but he heard just fine. Pulling her into a crushing kiss, he jerked his hips, driving them up into her until he was fully seated. Her lips hung open, a silent cry vibrating through her body.
“I love you too, Ry.”
Pulling back, he started a relentless pace from the start. Hammering into her, he yanked her hair back, giving him access to the thin skin of her throat. His thick cock stretched her to her limit at a brutal pace, quickly winding the thread tight in her belly. When his thumb connected with her clit in rough circles, her hands grappled for nothing on the table, sending a lamp to the floor with a crash. She brought a hand up, clinging to his back as he drove into her harder and harder. The thread inside her stretched thinner and her nails dragged down his back, driving him rougher.
The table shook with their motions, colliding with the wall over and over, and he could feel her fluttering around him.
“That’s it, beautiful, taking this cock so nice for daddy. Gonna let me watch you come undone?” His lips were hovering just above her gaping mouth, moans flowing out in time with his thrusts as she hurtled toward her high. “Squeeze this cock, princess. Let me feel you.” He shifted his angle and drove hard into her, brushing her special spot as he heard the ominous crack.
“There! Right there! Don’t stop!” Her head tipped back, legs trembling, and Max obliged, firing his hips into the same spot at a brutal pace.
She felt the vibration from the snap of the table leg before she heard it, one last thrust from Max destabilizing the balance and sending them to the floor. They both groaned amongst the carnage but she couldn’t stop writhing against him, her orgasm so close before it was snatched away.
Cursing, Max shuffled them a few feet away, just to the base of her stairs. After a sloppy, needy kiss, his fingers clutching her jaw, he flipped her so she was leaned over the bottom stair. Gripping tight at her hips, he drove into her from behind and she lurched forward. His arm snaked beneath her, holding her tight to him as he rocked in and out of her, getting even deeper than before. Working up a rhythm, his other hand gripped her hair, tugging it so her back arched.
His hips snapped against her and she pushed back, off pace and needy. Her moans filled the space and Max leaned over her back, breath tickling her ear.
“That feel good, baby?” He groaned, her walls squeezing around him at the words. Nipping at her earlobe, he set to work on leaving another mark on her neck. She moaned her agreement, nails digging into the stairs. “Who owns this pussy?” She squealed when he reached down from her stomach to pinch her clit.
“You do! Fuck! You own this pussy!” She cried out and Max throbbed inside her. His hand drifted from her hair, settling around her throat, giving a trial squeeze. She moaned and snapped her hips back into him in approval, and he squeezed a little harder.
“That’s fuckin’ right I do.” He growled next to her ear. Bottoming out over and over, he strummed across her clit, feeling himself creep closer. “Should fill you up with my cum. Fuck a baby into this perfect body so everybody fuckin’ knows I own it.” Her moans pitched, legs shaking beneath them, but he didn’t relent. “Bet you’d fuckin’ like that, huh? Daddy’s little slut just dripping with my cum.”
“Fuck, yes, Max please I’m so close, pleeeease.” Her body twitched beneath his and he moved his fingers impossibly faster.
“You gonna milk this cock, baby? Come on, come with me, beautiful.”
His pace was punishing as her screams echoed around the hall. Her head was swimming, the pressure on her throat limiting her oxygen until color started to dot her vision. Max pulsed inside her, rubbing just against that spongy spot deep inside and the thread in her belly snapped, sending her brain hurtling over the edge. Then Max released his grip on her throat with a final hard thrust, spilling inside her, and oxygen rushed to her brain in a wave that would have bowled her over if he wasn’t clung so tight.
They stayed there together, shaking over the bottom stair, gasping for breath for what felt like hours. Limbs hit their breaking point and Max reluctantly pulled out of her, thumbing over cum dripping from her entrance as he sat back on his heels. She slumped down flat onto the stairs and he pulled her up into his lap, smoothing her hair down before laying a kiss.
“God, I love you so fucking much.” He whispered into her hair. This felt like the first time in his life he actually felt satisfied. Riley nuzzled into his neck, letting her body weight rest on him. Scattering kisses anywhere he could reach, he squeezed her tight to him.
“I love you too. A lot more than I probably should.” She spoke loftily, her brain still floating somewhere above the Great Barrier Reef. He chuckled into her hair, fingers tickling at her sides and she squirmed with a laugh.
“So is that a yes on the wedding, then?” He prompted, trying not to laugh too hard at her undignified snort.
“Not a chance, baby. Try taking me to dinner first.” She scoffed but he could hear the smile in her voice.
“Okay, so dinner, then marriage, yeah?” He tickled again and she backed further into him as if it would stop his attacks. Shaking her head, she squirmed in his lap. “No? I’m getting some very mixed messages here. I’m going to just have to assume its a yes.” She attempted to argue the point but was cut off when he scooped her up and laid her over his shoulder. Squealing, she thrashed in his arms but he ignored it. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Gotta get to bed, so late. so tired. We can pick this up tomorrow, but for now i’ll jot down that its a ‘yes definitely’ on the proposal.”
He trudged up her stairs with her slung over his shoulder, smacking her butt as he rounded the corner onto the second floor. She squirmed and shouted her objections but she knew as well as he did that she was perfectly content just where she was. And bed with him suddenly sounded like the greatest idea in the history of this planet.
So when he kicked the door to her bedroom open and tossed her down onto the bed, she didn’t fight it. And when he started the long crawl across her king sized mattress, she reached forward to drag him in. Because this was everything either of them ever needed and they weren’t waiting another second for it.
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Better Than You (18+) Chapter 1 - Mjf x Fem!Reader
Paring(s): Mjf x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): Swearing
Genre(s): enemies-to-lovers au
Word Count: 755
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He was the worst. Max was everything that she hated, cocky, selfish, and just downright insufferable, but Y/n was no better. Many people in the locker room would say she has the same qualities as MJF, but she’d beg to differ. Though she was an asshole, and selfish, she still thought she was a good person- well maybe not.
“Y/n, just letting you know Max is going to start traveling with us,” Britt says with an uneasy look.
“WHAT-, Britt you can’t be serious.”. Y/n already spent more than enough time with Max, doing interviews, photoshoots, and press, they were the top stars of AEW. Now she had to spend even more time with him. “Britt this is unfair, this means I’d have to sit next to him in the car AND SHARE A BED WITH HIM?? You are fucking crazy,” Y/n yells. “ Is the maximum ride too tempting for little Y/n?” He teased. Y/n just scoffs, she's taken aback by the boldness this man. She felt her cheeks heat up from the comment, why did he have such a strong effect on her, his stupid comment shouldn’t turn her on. “ You two will be fine. Just put a pillow to divide you. Problem solved.”. Y/n could hardly focus, she was so distracted by Max’s arms. She was doing a terrible job at hiding that she was basically eye fucking his arms.
“Um- earth to Y/n”. She instantly snaps back to reality. “Yeah- what sorry, I'm listening”. Britt was unconvinced that Y/n was listening but she let it go. “Well, you two can get in the car. Adam and I will be out in 5 minutes”. Y/n and Max sit in the car the silence is extremely loud. “ So Y/n how-” Y/n cuts him off “I’d rather not talk to you.” She spits. Max took the hint and stayed quiet.
Britt and Adam start to pack their luggage into the car and finally getting ready to heading to their destination.
As Britt and Adam returned to the car, the tension between Y/n and Max seemed to thicken with their presence. The air inside the vehicle felt charged with unspoken hostility, each occupant acutely aware of the palpable animosity between the two stars.
Britt exchanged a wary glance with Adam as they settled into their seats, silently acknowledging the volatile dynamic unfolding before them. But despite the tension, they remained determined to keep the peace, if only for the sake of the long journey ahead.
With a resigned sigh, Britt broke the uneasy silence, her voice tinged with forced cheerfulness. "Alright, everyone strapped in? Let's get going," she announced, her attempt at levity falling flat in the suffocating atmosphere of the car.
As the engine roared to life and they began their journey, Y/n's thoughts churned with a turbulent mix of resentment and resignation. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach, the knowledge that she was now trapped in close quarters with the one person she despised most in the world.
Max, for his part, seemed content to stew in silence, his usual bravado tempered by the palpable tension in the air. He cast a sidelong glance at Y/n, noting the rigid set of her jaw and the fire burning in her eyes, and wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
Adam, ever the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the tension with a feeble attempt at small talk. "So, uh, any plans for when we get to the hotel?" he ventured, his voice strained with forced casualness.
Y/n shot him a grateful look, appreciative of his efforts to break the ice. "Not really," she replied tersely, her tone softening slightly despite herself. "Probably just gonna hit the gym and then crash."
Max nodded in agreement, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Sounds like a plan," he chimed in, his tone surprisingly amiable. "Though I gotta say, I might have to fight you for the treadmill."
Y/n rolled her eyes, a begrudging smile tugging at her lips despite her best efforts to remain aloof. "Bring it on, hotshot," she retorted, a hint of playful challenge in her voice.
And as they settled into an uneasy truce, the miles stretched out before them, each passing moment bringing them closer to their destination—and perhaps, to a deeper understanding of the complexities that bound them together, whether they liked it or not.
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Post-Workout
Pairing: MJF x Fem Reader
Summary: After losing a little challenge while working out with MJF, the reader finds herself in a situation that she's actually been waiting for...
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI )(Oral M Receiving, hair pulling, swearing, degradation, shower sex, spanking, creampie)
Word Count: 932
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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:
I should've known that my pride and ego would land me in a situation like this. Challenging Max at the gym to see who could leg press the most weight, knowing he was stronger than me?
Now there I was, kneeling on the shower floor, the tip of his cock just inches away from my mouth, his hand guiding and smacking it across my lips, poking at me:
"You talked all that shit, so how about you finally put that smart mouth to good use?"
Even though I lost the bet, and this was the result, I had this feeling that I'd still end up in a similar scenario, keeping a smirk on my face while my tongue traced the slit of his cock:
"Planned on it, babe."
"Get to it then," He was never patient, let alone after a workout, pushing my head down onto his cock the moment my mouth opened wide enough.
He thought this was some sort of punishment for me, but my eyes were locked with his, a smirk still on my face every time my head bobbed up and down, grazing the muscle of his thighs as I began to deep throat his cock, keeping still when he thrusted his hips toward me.
"Such a slut for my dick, aren't you?" He was having trouble admitting how much he loved how I took him, hand taking a grip along my scalp, fucking my throat.
His speed did put some tears in my eyes, my chest burning from the lack of oxygen, the steam of hot water around us not making it easier either, but I only encouraged it, hands finding the v-line along his pelvic muscle, sliding to the side of his hips and guiding with a quicker tempo.
"Only proving me right," Locking gazes, we both began to feel how he was beginning to throb slightly, not bothering to stop, only bobbing my head quicker until he pulled me back by the hair, "Gonna be my little cum slut too?"
"Just tell me how you want it," I breathed out, taking the chance to gather myself before things got crazier like I knew they would.
I was already so turned on, barely containing my temptations, the smirk on my face growing as he sat on the bench.
"I already worked my ass off today. So, if you want this dick, you got to do it yourself," Of course, he acted like he didn't want me sitting on him, slicking his wet hair back, slouching some as I came to straddle him:
"Don't sound so bored," I teased, lining my entrance with the tip of his cock, "I'm capable of a lot of things."
"Is that ri-" Before he could finish, I dropped on all of his cock, laughing softly with a moan while seeing his lip get trapped between his teeth.
"You just tell me when you don't want to hang on anymore, baby," I kept teasing, whispering in his ear while bouncing my ass off him, adding a quick roll of my hips, "You probably used up a lot of strength lifting all those weights."
Hands running across his biceps, finding his chest and his abs next, his body proved how hard he worked in the gym, his muscles more sculpted and defined than ever before, which only excited me more, moaning louder and louder moving faster.
I could only feel as if I couldn't get enough, throwing my head back as a spank found my ass, the water making the impact sting more than it normally would have, nearly crumbling in his lap when his thumb found my clit and jumbled my nerves and made the feeling more intense.
"I better feel you cuming first," He warned, squeezing where he spanked hard, tense muscles showing that he was fighting his own orgasm.
"Just a little more," I panted out, fixing myself and grabbing his shoulders, back arching and making our chests meet, bouncing off and on his cock harder and faster, more lewd moans spilling from my lips, "I just need a little more."
"A little more?" The hand between us started rolling my clit, a pinch making me squeal and jump upwards, a newfound determination waving over me, walls clenched so hard it ached, but so close to bliss that I moved relentlessly, the wooden bench underneath of us creaking from the overwhelming speed and weight of us both.
"Hope you're ready," I barely got out, the smacks at my sweet spot trying to make me collapse again, biting my lip only to give up and moan salaciously, "I'm cuming, Max!"
From behind, his hand pulled my hair back by the hair, leaning back some more to watch how I came around him, free hand spanking:
"Who told you to slow down?"
Oh, so he wanted a flashy display? I still had some strength in me to keep bouncing, slicking his thighs after his cock, hips rolling up and against his, cooing to him:
"Fuck, you're throbbing so damn hard."
"What do you expect after riding my dick like that?" He chuckled, bringing me back so we were nose to nose, "Gonna keep being good and let me fill you up?"
"Please," I cooed back, kissing softly, moaning at the heat filling me inside, hips rocking with a stutter, rising on my knees some, both of us watching and feeling how his seed oozed out, but sat back down on his cock till I was stuffed, giggling softly as I met his lips again, "Good thing we're already in the shower, huh?"
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the right reasons (cowritten by peakvincent and @pucklingrevisted)
(max squared, bachelor au, 7.3k)
Night has fallen. The driveway is so wet. Max Caster stands in a suit, trying to look calm, but he can’t hide his nervous energy. Longtime host Sting has welcomed him and asked if he’s ready. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” Max says, and is clapped on the shoulder. Sting steps out of frame. The first limo pulls up…
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In so glad you do Male reader!
Could you do a Male reader x MJF were stockley has been trying to recruit the reader in his faction for weeks but he always turns him down, but at all out MJF returns and offers him the card, since he dosnt know its Max (cause of the mask) he still refused but then he whispers something to him and he relised its Max and they like leave together and it's all fluffy :DD
MJF x Male Reader
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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing.
Gifs & Photos do not belong to me.
I hope you like it
Summary: Stokely Hathaway is trying to recruit M/Reader for to his faction for weeks. The reader turns down the offer multiple times. But that may change during the events of All Out.
David - Dax Harwood ☆ Daniel - Cash Wheeler
YN'S POV:
I heard him calling my name and the sounds of his footsteps getting faster to catch up to me.
"Hey, hey slow down. I just want to talk YN." I can imagine him throwing his arms up in the air, frustrated that I refuse to stop and listen to him ask me once more if want to join his faction.
I have turned him down over and over again trying to be nice about it, but he hasn't given up yet and I am about to lose my cool.
The man just won't give up but I was raised better than this, so I slowed down until I came to a complete stop and I waited.
"YN, YN, YN, just the man I am looking for. Look, I don't want to repeat myself but I feel like I have too. I think," I listened to the same speech once more.
How I would be such a good fit The Firm. How I am just the missing piece and that I would really bring the group together.
"Thank you Stokely, but I once again must decline. I believe I am better on my own."
"You are making a mistake YN." He said to me.
"No, I don't think I am. It has seemed to work well for me this far."
"Just think on it." He called out to me as I walked away from him, knowing I may have three days tops until he asks me once more.
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He didn't even wait a day and a half before he was bothering me once more about joining.
"You think he will ever get the hint?" David asked me as we were getting prepared for tonights show.
"I don't think he will. He hasn't given up and I am sure he isn't one to ever give up." I told him.
Daniel decided to change the subject. "Has anyone heard from Max? I tried calling him the other day, but it just rang until it went to voicemail."
"Nope. I tried texting him but he hasn't responded. I mean that is pretty normal of him. It takes awhile for him to get back to people." David said, then he turned to face me.
I cleared my throat and I told them I haven't, while trying to keep my composure. Max and I have always gotten along and he was one of my first friends here at AEW.
But sadly as time went on, I began to fall for him. What you see is not the Max I know and grown to love.
He used to stay by my side through everything. Every hateful comment thrown our way, every injury, he was there...and one day he was gone.
He didn't show up to certain events. He didn't show up to matched and appearances. Max also just stopped returning my calls and messages.
It hurt then and it hurts now. We spent every damn day together for the past couple of years and now it has been months.
Max hasn't been posting on any forms of his social media, but then one day David came in and said that Max talked to him the night before and he was doing well. That he just needed to think some things through.
I was relieved and hurt at the same time. Relieved that he finally reached out to someone to let us know how he is doing.
But the hurt I felt when he didn't contact me made me realise that maybe our friendship was more one sided. That I cared for him more than he will ever care about me.
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I am already in the ring when I saw the mystery man come sauntering down the ramp.
I have no idea who the hell it is, but the way how they are walking makes it seem like I know them.
When I watched him get into the ring, I am trying to picture where those moves came from. I feel like I have seen them time and time again.
I listened to Stokely talk once more and he was making my head hurt. I watched as Stokely reached into his pocket and pulled out his business card once more to hand it to me.
But the man in the mask leaned down and said something to Stokely. The crowd and I watched with curiosity as Stokely handed the man the business card.
The man took a few steps towards me and held out the card for me to take. I shook my head no. "No and this is the final time I am saying this. I will not join The Firm. Not now. Not ever."
The man tilted his head to side just a bit and I have a feeling he is looking me up and down.
I stood there as leaned in real close to whisper in my ear, "Salt of the Earth baby." That voice....no it couldn't be.
The crowd and I gasped when he pulled off his mask. I almost pulled him into a hug because I have missed him so damn much, but I didn't.
I got out of the ring and walked up the ramp to leave to let Max have his moment. To actually hear the chants and cheers for him. I knew he would love that.
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I went and got changed and waited for Max to show his face. He took longer than I expected and I almost left.
"Not gonna leave are you?" Said Max from behind me.
"No, unlike you I actually wait for people or I would give them a call." I didn't turn around to look at him.
"I know you wouldn't do that." His voice was getting closer.
"One message was all I needed Max...to let me know if you were okay."
"I asked David," I cut him off by turning around to face him. My finger poking his chest.
"David? Yeah but I have been calling and leaving you voicemails. Messages. Trying to get ahold of you. I was worried! I thought our friendship was better than this." I was getting angry.
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"YN, I had more than just work to think about. Also I was fighting my own feelings for someone who I thought would never like me."
"Max, when you are ready to act like a grown up, you know my number." I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed me by my arm, and I collided with his chest.
I was going to say something when his lips crashed into mine. His hands cupped my face and held me there.
I was to stunned to respond and he was about to pull away, but I deepened the kiss once I realised what he was doing.
The kiss ended much too soon for me. "Max, I." He gave me another kiss this time, but it was more gentle.
"Let us talk about this over dinner." He said to me as he grabbed my hand.
"Dinner?"
"Yeah, dinner. I have ruined many relationships in the past, but I am not going to lose you YN LN. Now grab your things and let's go."
I did as he asked and I followed him to his car. Having no idea where he was taking me for dinner this late, but damn, I am not going to question him at all.
He got in the drivers seat and started the car and we were on our way, but as he was driving, he reached for my hand and held it in his, running his thumb over the knuckles.
I have no idea where tonight will go, but I am glad he has come back to AEW and to me.
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#samoa joe#mjf#maxwell jacob friedman#it's like joe knew i was trying to compare their relative hand sizes earlier and was just like aight let me help you out fam#how do you explain that except that i am meant to write the fic#mjoef#also thinking about adam trying to calm max down#and cody too of course i think he acted out just so cody would hold him back somtimes
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Mercury (18+ AEW Oneshot)
Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂
Pairing(s): MJF/Fem. Reader
Summary: MJF and Reader hate each other. Naturally, smut ensues...
Tag(s): 18+, hatefucking, PIV, hairpulling, marking, dubious consent.
Word Count: 540
This was requested by @smallestsnarkestgirl I'm sorry this is so short. But I really hope you like it! :)
Mercury was clearly in retrograde.
That's the only reason I could think of as to why I had called Maxwell, invited him to my home and I found myself underneath him, writhing and moaning as he groped my body with erratic touches.
I hissed, making him smirk as he pinched my nipples before he resumed kneading my breasts, leaning down to take one into his mouth and then the other, biting down on the sensitive buds and sending electric currents all the way down to my toes.
Barely any coherent words were exchanged, except for a gruff 'Don't. Move." from Max as my body continued to writhe and my nails dug into his wrists, not knowing if I wanted him on or off me.
Our dynamic was... intense, to say the least.
When I first came to AEW, we felt an indifference, at the most, toward one another.
But the more we interacted, the more our mutual indifference grew into an obnoxious mixture between unfiltered lust and blinding hatred.
Just his presence alone began to grate on every fiber of my being, fueled by the fact that, yeah, Max was definitely an attractive guy.
But I didn't want to find Max attractive.
And he swore he didn't find me attractive.
But I wasn't stupid.
So, every chance I got I poked and teased Max, only to pull away at the last second, as soon as I knew that I had him where I wanted him.
Tonight, though, it was definitely the other way around.
He had me where he wanted me, but I wasn't going down without a fight.
I let out a growl, biting into his shoulder as I felt his hard cock enter my slick pussy.
I got some satisfaction as I heard him hiss in both pain and pleasure in response, but that satisfaction was quickly extinguished by his next words.
"That was easy... you sure you're not liking this, sweetheart?" Max breathed into my ear, his voice filling the walls of my bedroom after what feels like hours of just animalistic sounds.
I could hear the smirk in his voice and instead of answering him verbally, I retaliated by tightening up my pussy in a vicelike grip around his cock, chuckling as a drawn-out groan flew out of his mouth.
"Are you?" I finally shot back, hissing and biting at his bottom lip as he gripped a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back until my neck was accessible to him.
I let out a loud moan without meaning to and my body trembled as he bit and sucked on my neck like a hungry vampire.
For a moment, my body went pliant.
All of my senses seemed to short circuit until I remembered myself and began thrashing again, chest heaving as I scratched at his chest despite the way I moaned as his deep and thorough thrusting continued.
"Shut up." Max said in a clipped tone, muffling my angry growls and moans with his palm.
"That's better." He smirked as he watched my eyes involuntarily roll into the back of my head as his cock nudged a particularly sensitive spot inside of me and my brain short-circuited once more.
Fucking Mercury... that bitch.
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cockwarming with mjf👀
Cockwarming with MJF (Headcannons)
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As much as he pretends to hate it he loves it
Max loves the way you feel so perfect around him
He could stay inside you all day if you let him
He will sit patiently inside you while you work on your computer
Max doesn't even view this as something sexual, he likes it because it means your together
However don't tease him because there have been multiple times where some innocent cock warming has lead to something much more passionite
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Please! I just wanna give him a big ol' hug
Summary: The reader makes an attempt to comfort Max after the incident at Worlds End.
There isn't a feeling in the world worse than having to stand by and watch someone you care for get their heart broken by someone they trusted. But that's what you're here doing. AEW's Worlds End PPV special is closing out and you're stuck between Excalibur and Nigel watching Max get the crap beaten out of him by the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Adam Cole.
"I have to say, I feel a bit bad for the lad." Nigel admits as he begins gathering up his papers from the desk.
"Yeah, me too." Excalibur agrees while doing the same.
You fidget with a pen in your hand, trying your absolute best not to vault the table and rush to help Max. "A bit?" You shoot a glare at Nigel.
Nigel shrugs and slips off his headset, ready to head backstage. He walks away from the desk and Excalibur does the same. You watch the pair walk off chatting with one another and scoff. Sure, Max isn't exactly popular with either of them. But for them to not even offer the fallen champ a consoling glance is utterly ridiculous. In your mind anyway.
Cautiously you make your way around the commentary table and head toward the ring. Adam Cole and his new posse of goons have slinked back into the darkness for the moment and Max is sitting defeated on the floor near the ring steps.
"Do you need some help up?" You walk over to Max quietly with a sympathetic smile. You have no idea how Max will react to the offer of help. Not after everything that's happened to him. But you have to at least try.
Max looks up from the floor with red and puffy eyes. "Y/N? What do you want?" He asks you, shifting his body to point away from you.
"I just wanted to see if you're alright." You reply. "That beating you took looked rough. And the thing with Adam..."
Max scoffs and shakes his head. "I shouldn't be surprised at this point." He sneers. "No one ever stays. Not my fiancé, not my friends, or people I thought were my friends. No one." He sighs deeply. "I'm just a loser that's destined to be alone. And I'm not even a champion anymore. So there goes the fans as well." He looks out at the crowd now starting to spill out of the arena.
"I'm here now." You reply and kneel down so you're not towering over Max. "And I know that we don't know each other that well. But I want to help if I can." You offer Max your hand to help him up. "At least let you know that you're not 100% alone."
Max looks at your hand and then back up at your face. He repeats this a couple of times before reluctantly taking your hand. You pull him up to his feet and walk backstage with him.
"I'm sorry that you lost." You speak up while you're walking. "I know what it's like to have a friend stab you in the back like that. In fact, I'll never wrestle again because of it." You laugh at your misfortune.
"You used to wrestle?" Max glances at you.
You nod, briefly recalling the painful memory in your head. "Yep. I worked for ROH before Khan bought it out. I was helping out this new girl. Showing her the ropes and stuff. And she stabbed me in the back during a ladder match for a title opportunity. Threw me off a 15 foot ladder and into a pile of smaller ones." You explain. "She went on to win the title, and I damn near broke my spine."
"Damn." Max replies. "I had no idea. I just thought you had always been in commentary and backstage stuff." He admits.
"It's fulfilling enough work." You shrug. "Sure, it'll never beat being in the ring. But at least it's still a part of it, right?"
Max nods and the two of you come up on the locker room area. "Thanks for talking with me." Max stops in front of his room and turns to you. "I...I needed that." He admits.
"No problem." You nod. "I know when it happened to me all I wanted was someone to talk with. Someone that knew what I was feeling. So if you ever need some company, just shoot me a text or something." You offer with a soft smile.
"I think that I'll take you up on that, thanks." Max nods. "I'll see you later, Y/N."
You step back from the door with another soft smile. "Mhm. Take care, Max. And hey, try not to beat yourself up too hard." You add before you turn and walk off.
Max lingers at the door and watches you disappear down the hall. That sinking feeling in his chest lightens a bit as he watches you walk off. No one has ever shown him kindness and an willingness to just be there for him before.
It's addicting.
Max finds himself smiling a bit as he heads inside his locker room. He's lost everything tonight. So why the hell is he smiling? What have you done?
Given him hope, that's what. And hope is a dangerous thing for a man that's already lost so much.
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Better Than You (18+) Chapter 2 - Mjf x Fem!Reader
Paring(s): Mjf x Fem!Reader
Waring(s): None I think
Genre(s): Enemies-to-Lovers au
Word Count: 1197
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The hotel loomed ahead, its grand façade a stark contrast to the tension brewing inside the car. As they pulled into the parking lot, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with apprehension. The prospect of spending the night under the same roof as Max was daunting, to say the least.
Britt exchanged a knowing glance with Adam as they gathered their belongings, silently acknowledging the volatile atmosphere between Y/n and Max. But despite their unspoken concerns, they soldiered on, determined to make the best of the situation.
With a sigh, Britt took charge, her voice betraying a hint of exhaustion. "Alright, let's get checked in and settled," she said, her tone firm but weary. "We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow, so let's try to get some rest."
Y/n nodded in agreement, her mind still reeling from the tense car ride. She followed Britt and Adam into the lobby, her steps heavy with fatigue and apprehension.
As they approached the front desk, Y/n couldn't help but steal a glance at Max out of the corner of her eye. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her with a mixture of amusement and irritation.
Y/n bristled at his gaze, her jaw clenched tight with frustration. She hated the way he seemed to effortlessly get under her skin, his mere presence a constant reminder of everything she despised.
But despite her best efforts to ignore him, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to Max than met the eye. Beneath his cocky exterior, there was a vulnerability that tugged at her heartstrings, a side of him that she couldn't help but be drawn to, despite her better judgment.
As they checked into their rooms, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of sharing a bed with Max. She had hoped to avoid him as much as possible, but now it seemed that fate had other plans.
With a resigned sigh, Y/n followed Britt, Adam, and Max to their room, her mind racing with a million different thoughts and emotions. She knew that she couldn't avoid Max forever, but the prospect of spending the night in such close proximity to him was almost too much to bear.
As they entered the room, Y/n took a look around the room analyzing the size of the bed. She exchanged a wary glance with Britt and Adam, silently cursing their luck.
Britt shrugged apologetically, her lips pressed into a thin line. "See its not that bad," she said, her voice tinged with resignation.
Y/n nodded in agreement, her stomach churning with nerves. She eyed the bed warily, knowing that she would have to share it with Max. The thought made her skin crawl, but she knew that she had no other choice.
As they settled into their respective beds, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her. She could feel Max's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin like a branding iron.
She shot him a warning glare, her jaw clenched tight with irritation. "Keep your eyes to yourself," she muttered, her voice low and dangerous.
Max grinned in response, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What's the fun in that?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
Y/n rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. She knew that she should ignore him, but his constant flirting was beginning to grate on her nerves.
But despite her best efforts to resist, she couldn't help but feel a spark of something stir inside her—a spark of attraction that she couldn't quite ignore.
As they drifted off to sleep, Y/n couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her and Max. Would they continue to be at each other's throats, or would they finally be able to put aside their differences and find common ground?
Only time would tell, but for now, all Y/n could do was close her eyes and try to forget about the chaos that awaited her on the other side of the bed.
The room fell into silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning unit and the occasional rustle of sheets as everyone settled in for the night. But despite the apparent tranquility, tension still crackled in the air like static electricity, palpable and suffocating.
Y/n lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind racing a mile a minute. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides, the knowledge that she was sharing a bed with Max weighing heavily on her mind.
Beside her, Max shifted restlessly, his presence a constant reminder of her predicament. She could feel his eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin like a laser beam. It made her skin crawl, sending shivers down her spine despite the warmth of the room.
"Can't sleep?" Max's voice cut through the silence, his tone surprisingly soft.
Y/n tensed at the sound of his voice, her muscles coiling tight with apprehension. She didn't want to engage with him, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her.
But despite her best efforts to ignore him, she couldn't help but respond. "None of your business," she muttered, her voice low and guarded.
Max chuckled softly, the sound sending a jolt of awareness coursing through Y/n's veins. "Fair enough," he said, his tone teasing. "But you know, we could make this a lot more fun if you'd just loosen up a little."
Y/n bristled at his words, her jaw clenched tight with irritation. She hated the way he seemed to think that everything was a game, hated the way he treated her like some sort of plaything to be toyed with at his whim.
"I'm not interested," she snapped, her voice sharp and biting.
Max chuckled again, undeterred by her icy tone. "Come on, Y/n," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "We're stuck here together whether we like it or not. We might as well try to make the best of it."
Y/n scoffed at his words, rolling over onto her side so that she was facing away from him. She didn't want to listen to his nonsense, didn't want to entertain the idea that there was anything between them other than mutual animosity.
But despite her best efforts to shut him out, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of something stir inside her—a flicker of curiosity that she couldn't quite extinguish.
As she lay there in the darkness, surrounded by silence and the steady rhythm of Max's breathing, she couldn't help but wonder what the night would bring. Would they continue to clash like two opposing forces, or would they finally find a way to bridge the gap between them and find common ground?
Only time would tell, but for now, all Y/n could do was close her eyes and try to shut out the chaos that threatened to consume her from within.
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if we’ve got eachother - mjf
mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader
part one here • part two here
word count: 2.5k
warnings: not edited, bit of family drama, angst, language, nsfw themes/implied smut !
a week had gone by since adam found out about you and max, and you and your brother were effectively ignoring eachother completely. him and max had to be at least professional enough to do their segments together, but didn’t speak to eachother outside of work business. you hated that you had come between their friendship, but you also felt like adam was overreacting. there was a week long break coming up, and you knew adam was going him to see your parents; usually you would go with him, but this time you weren’t sure you really wanted to spend seven days in a house with him, along with your parents asking why you were fighting. your mom had actually been calling and texting you, asking if she could expect you home for the break, but you had ignored all of her messages.
“what are you thinking about?” max asked, snapping you out of your trance as he walked out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his skin was still damp, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist as he used a smaller one to dry off his curly hair. max had been travelling with you rather than adam since things kind of exploded last week.
you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop yourself from staring at his chiseled abs, and the happy trail that started at his naval and disappeared under the towel.
“well now i’m thinking about something else…” you said, sitting up on the bed as max walked over to you, leaning down to kiss your lips.
“oh yeah? what’s that?” he smirked, and your hands reached for the towel that hung low on his hips. his hands cradled either side of your jaw as you let the towel fall to the floor, and he kissed you deeply. max pulled your shirt over your head, before wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up onto your knees, kissing you again. your hands tangled in his damp curls, and his tongue slipped past your lips to explore your mouth, that taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue.
you were interrupted by a knock at the door, and max sighed, kissing you one more time before he turned and started walking towards the door. you slid your shirt back on, making yourself look at least decent.
“i’ll get it,” you laughed pushing him around the corner out of view of the doorway, and throwing the towel at him. you were still smiling when you opened the door, but it disappeared completely at the sight of adam.
“y/n,” he began, greeted you with an awkward nod. you shifted your weight nervously back and forth on your feet.
“so you’re talking to me again?” you asked, and adam sighed.
“i … don’t know. i do need to ask you about next week though.”
“so mom sent you? that’s adorable,” you laughed, annoyed.
“can we set this aside- for one week; for her sake?” he asked, and you laughed in disbelief. of course you wanted to see your parents, but you were stubborn to your core.
“i don’t know adam. you’re the one who has an issue with me and max being together.” he sighed, running a hand through his long hair.
“i have an issue with the fact that you and my best friend betrayed me-“
“oh get over yourself. we didn’t get together just to spite you, adam. do you hear yourself? yes, we were wrong to hide it from you, i can admit that; but i wouldn’t take back what i did.”
“so you aren’t coming home?” he asked.
“i’ll think about it.”
“no you won’t. you’ve already decided; i know you.” adam spat. “at least call mom and have the guts to tell her you’re choosing a guy over your family.”
“don’t talk to them like that,” max appeared behind you, his lower half dressed in a pair of shorts.
“max,” adam greeted awkwardly. “this is a family conversation.”
“oh- please continue,” max taunted, not leaving your side.
“actually i think we’re done here,” you said, closing the door on your brother. max turned you to face him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.
“you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. you nodded into his chest, before pulling back to kiss his lips softly.
“yeah. thank you for having my back, even though you don’t have to protect me from adam.”
“i know,” he said, kissing the top of your nose. “are you going home next week?” he asked, and you sighed flopping onto your stomach on the bed.
“i don’t think so. i don’t want to spend a week with someone who won’t talk to me,” you mumbled. max crawled onto the bed, hovering over top of you and placing kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck to your ear.
“come home with me instead,” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear. you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as max pressed himself against your backside. max rolled over, pulling you with him until you straddled his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.
“you don’t think we’ll get sick of eachother if we spend a week together?” you teased, as max placed wet kissed on your neck, finding your sweet spot with ease.
“fuck no,” he laughed.
•••
you had in fact decided to spend the week off at max’s house with him, and the two of you had just arrived, pulling into the driveway in max’s blue camaro. when you entered the house, a fluffy white and tortoiseshell cat ran up to max, weaving in and out of his feet and meowing.
“hey piper,”max laughed, bending down to pick up the cat. “daddy’s home. did you miss me?” he bombarded the cat with kisses on her forehead, and you laughed.
“daddy?” you raised an eyebrow.
“shut up, you love it,” he smirked, and turned the cat towards you. “this is piper.” you extended a hand gently for the cat to sniff, and she let you pat her on the top of the head.
“hi piper,” you smiled. max placed her softly on the ground, and led you further into the house. it was minimally decorated, which made sense considering how many days of the year he would actually be home. there was a large cream coloured couch in the center of the living room, that had a wall of large windows.
“you’re gonna have two cuddle buddies now,” max was still talking to piper as you sat down on the soft couch, and the cat hopped up into your lap. “she likes you,” max smiled, and sat next to you in the couch, tucking you under his arm. piper walked back and worth across both of your laps, before laying down on the arm rest.
“she’s cute,” you beamed, and max kissed your lips softly.
“you’re cute.” you giggled as he kissed your forehead and then your lips again.
“did you hit your head or something? what’s got you in such a good mood?” you laughed, although you weren’t complaining; you could get used to the softer side of max.
“no,” he smirked, easily pushing you over to pin him underneath you on the couch. “why, how do you want me to be?” he stared down at you, his brown eyes darker than usual.
“i just didn’t know the devil could be such a softie, that’s all,” you explained playfully, knowing you were pushing his buttons.
“careful,” he warned, a hand wrapping gently but firmly around your throat as you stared up at him, your eyes wide with excitement. “you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. unless that’s what you’re trying to do?”
“you tell me, daddy.” you teased, and he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck before he relaxed.
“you are driving me crazy,” he rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you. your teeth pulled at his bottom lip as his hand moved from your neck to cradle the side of your face.
“i can’t believe i get you all to myself for a whole week,” you exhaled as max left a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, leaving soft love bites behind.
“i hope you don’t like walking-“ you interrupted him with another kiss, and you could feel him smirking against your lips. your phone began to ring in your bag, and you sighed heavily. “don’t answer that,” max whispered next to your ear, his hands trailing down your sides to pull you hips upward against his.
“what if it’s important?” you asked, letting out a moan as he rutted his hips against yours.
“it can wait,” he growled, and his fingers began undoing your pants.
“max…”
“tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid your pants down, biting down on the skin below your jaw.
“fuck- please max,” you begged, unable to think straight.
“please what, baby?” he asked as his hand disappeared into your underwear.
“don’t stop.” max smiled before kissing you roughly, as your phone stopped ringing.
•••
you were peacefully face down in max’s bed, the soft blankets the only thing covering your body as you lay there, waking up from a nap after max had given you a very… thorough.. tour of his house. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of max getting out of the shower, the bathroom door opening with a soft click, and you looked up to see him, only his lower half dressed as he walked over to you. max leaned down and gently kissed the side of your head, and you smiled, waking up fully and rolling over to sit up against the headboard.
“hey sleepyhead, late night?” max teased, and you looked over at the clock that read 11:23 am, meaning you had only been asleep for about an hour, having fallen asleep after you and max had spent the entire morning breaking in his new mattress so to speak.
“shut up, don’t tease me when it’s your fault,” you pouted, pulling the blanket up higher. max laughed, raising his hands in mock innocence, kissing you sweetly on the lips.
“i’m sorry baby. you feel okay?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded.
“yeah, i’m great,” you smiled. “are you okay?”
“yeah baby i’m okay,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and then your lips again. “by the way, your phone has been going off for like an hour.”
you sighed, and max handed you one of his tshirts to wear as you got out of bed. max smiled to himself at the way your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, but didn’t mention it, deciding he had teased you enough. you walked over to your suitcase and dressed the rest of your body in your underwear and some shorts, before digging you phone out of your bag and checking the many notifications you had missed. there was about 20 text messages from your mom, a few from adam, and about 12 missed calls between the two of them. the ones from your mom were asking where you were, with increasing concern; you gathered that adam hadn’t told her you weren’t coming. reading through the ones he had sent confirmed your suspicion. you sighed, but clicked on your moms contact and put the phone to your ear, listening to it ring until she answered.
“y/n! sweetie i’ve been calling you! did you get my texts? why aren’t you home for the break?” she asked, concern in her voice.
“relax mom,” you laughed. “i’m sorry, adam was supposed to let you know i wouldn’t be there this time. i’m sorry to worry you,” you lied, only feeling a little guilty about throwing your brother under the bus.
“oh - he said he thought you were coming. i’ll have to talk to him,” she said. “anyways, what’s keeping you away? is there a boy?” she asked in a playful tone, and you smiled, looking over at max who was on the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone, paying no attention.
“yeah, actually - there is.”
“that’s great honey! are you spending your vacation together?” she asked.
“yeah, i’m actually with him at his house for a few days,” you explained. you knew she didn’t watch the show every week, but still hoped she didn’t ask too many questions about max. his reputation, at least in regards to the character he portrayed, wasn’t the best and would definitely concern your mother; nevermind the fact that him and adam were friends. thankfully, she didn’t ask for too many details.
“well i’m sad we won’t be seeing you, but i hope you’re having fun sweetie! be safe, and if something happens and you need to come home you’re always welcome.” you felt a pang in your heart, missing home and your family.
“thanks mom. i love you, and i promise next time i have time off i’ll be there.”
“i love you too, honey. me and your dad will see you then. maybe you can bring this boy of yours next time.” you smiled, glancing over at max again who looked up at your and sent you a wink, and you laughed softly.
“we’ll see mom. i’ll talk to you later okay?”
“bye sweetie,” she replied before you hung up. you considered calling adam as well, but decided you didn’t want to speak to him, sending him a text instead.
‘talked to mom. she’s happy for me.’
you put your phone back in your bag without waiting for a reply, and walked (still with some difficulty) over to max, who looked up at you from the chair he was sitting in.
“all good? your family’s not gonna send the cops here to arrest me for kidnapping you?” he asked, and you sat down in his lap, and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately.
“no i think you’re safe for now. unless adam calls them,” you joked. “my mom wants me to bring you home, so i think she’s on our side. i didn’t exactly tell her who you are though.”
“what can i say, moms love me.” you slapped his chest gently as you both laughed. “she’s doesn’t need to know all the little details just yet.”
“agreed. i just hope adam calms down about it. i hate that i’ve come in between you guys.”
“i know baby. he’ll get over it,” max said, kissing your cheek.
“i hope so,” you sighed. “enough about my family drama. what’s the plan for today?”
“hmmm i think we can do whatever we want,” max said, kissing your neck softly.
“i like the sound of that. i need to shower first though,” you giggled as his kissed tickled your skin. max let go of you, allowing you to stand up and walk to the bathroom. you turned the water on, before peeking back out into the bedroom.
“you coming?” you smirked, and max threw his phone aside and hurried over to join you, and you smiled. things may not be perfect, but you were happier than you had been in a long time, and as long as you and max had eachother, you knew you would be fine.
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Hey bestie!
I can't remember if you have done it yet, but how AEW Stars react to when you have really bad period cramps?
Love you boo!
AEW Stars React: You on Your Period
Pairings: MJF x Fem!Reader, Darius Martin x Fem!Reader, Dante Martin x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1K
Supreme Speaks: hiii, I thoroughly enjoyed this one! Thanks to @wwenhlimagines for the request (I LOVE YOU BESTIE). As a person currently dealing with this, yes....i also decided just to make it about periods in general to avoid redundancy ALSO EDDIE WON HIS FIRST NJPW CHAMPIONSHIP
Warnings: Period mentions, suggestive mentions, not proofread
Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @aew190 @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal
MJF:
“Imagine having that kind of problem”
Will make fun of you (playfully) until you throw a box of pads at him
Is convinced that you are a demon during this time of the month
Will get you an expensive heating pad…and himself one too
Will make sure that you have your favorite candy…and also getting himself some too (its a uterUS)
I feel like Max wouldn’t know what to do emotionally (I can only see him as his gimmick sometimes)
But he is ready to drop a check on anything that you need to
Looks up more products/medication to get you so you can be more comfortable
Almost called 911 when you haven’t moved from an uncomfortable-looking position (almost thought you dislocated your spine)
But don’t tell him he needs to go out at 12 AM to get you something…he’ll say no
Darius Martin:
“What do you need?”
Darius definitely understands you and already has a little kit for you when you come over
He replenishes it every month
Makes you drink water at least every hour
Will give you massages at any hour, he doesn’t care
Darius is one who doesn’t underestimate your pain
Has everything in arms reach for you
Will have the heating pad on standby and will turn the shower to the hottest setting (per your request)
“Hey, I’m not doubting your pain but are you sure that hot lava water will help you? It’s burning me”
Will try to motivate you to exercise to relieve your pain
Dante Martin:
THIS SWEET SUMMER CHILD
I think because of the fact he only has a brother; he doesn’t understand/know the pain of periods
Will just do everything you ask
“Does it have to be this brand-….Yes, I understand but you didn’t need to call me all those names”
Does research and have you take vitamins
Will use another bathroom just to make sure he’s not making you wait or feel uncomfortable
Like MJF, is also scared to see you in a twisted-up position but lets it go when you tell him you feel the least amount of pain
Is also scared of your mood swings (if you have them), but he will quickly understand that you’re not mad at him…you’re mad at Mother Nature
Definitely will ask his brother for tips on how to avoid anything that’ll make you mad
Overall, he will be happy to help you and learn more about you
Hook:
WILL CARRY YOU WITHOUT ANY HESITATION
Tired? Can’t walk due to your period stabbing you in your tummy/uterus?
Call 1-800-SEND-HOOK
Like Darius, is very prepared for your time of the month
Will massage you with a heating pad
I also think he would push for more healthy food and vitamins for you instead of sugars; Mans will have five types of teas for you to try for relief
Will slap your hand if you reach for caffeine
“You’re gonna reach for a Coke when I made this raspberry tea? Don’t complain when your cramps get worse.”
Is not bothered by your period banter; he just remains silent
I’m still deadass about him carrying you everywhere; He’ll do it bridal way or piggyback; it doesn’t matter to him
As long as you are okay and getting better, Hook literally doesn’t care
Daniel Garcia:
I’m convinced that Daniel has tried a period simulator
So safe to know that he understands your pain (it's an uterUS pt.2)
(He was screaming from the pain before it reached level 7)
Will put on your favorite movies to distract you from your pain
Daniel will alter his regular routines to include you and to make you comfortable
Will massage anything you ask him
“You want me to massage your stomach? Done. Now can I massage your tits? Pretty please?”
Will carry you every now and later for your comfort
Doesn’t wanna leave your side until you’re feeling like your old self
“Can I leave? My girlfriend is currently experiencing pain and I’m starting to feel it too.” (Again, uterUS)
Ricky Starks:
Mans is probably the best on this list for dealing with pains and periods (besides Darius)
Ricky does everything to a T
Medication? Has the correct brand of water, pads, and food? Is patient with you? MAN HAS EVERYTHING
But I think, and hear me out
Mans would be into doing the devils tango during this time of the month (don’t know how you feel about it)
“You think a lil blood will stop me? Hell nah! Besides, I heard it really helps with your cramps”
Will continue to do routines with you -self-care with you; face masks, massages
I think he might take you to an acupuncture appointment to help with the pain too
In terms of your mood swings, he will playfully argue with you
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, unless it’s in pleasure…you goblin.”
Eddie Kingston:
“Ight I’m just gonna ask. What size is ya pussy?”
Legitimately doesn’t know what he’s looking for but understands the pain you’re experiencing
Will agree with whatever you say about periods (and will fight anyone who disagrees with you)
Will hog you during this time; just in case you need him at any time
Has everything in a fanny pack or book bag; sometimes will just throw the bag to you so you can grab it
Like the other men on this list, will massage you if you want it
Remember like how I said when you get injured (self-promo) that he will argue as he helps you? Yeah, that doesn’t change
“Get this Eddie. Can you hand me this Eddie? Just m-“ “Are you mocking me?” “No, my sweet!”
Will distract you from your pain with his nonsense
“I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS MONTHLY! BUT I BET ITS CLAUDIOS FAULT!”
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